­POEM

I'll devour myself in front of you
and the pip of this
sets in my stomach
and turns to an architect
Who will wait magically
to be pulled out of the lake
by his hair
The memory glove stays on
I think of all the things I've done
l'll never do again

­POEM

Your sweet red vestal cheeks
match the colour
of my ape heart
And we sway to the sound of
a red oil rose
and your song will never get old
it will always have the purity
the young do
And in my chest the carnival starts
Blessed are my eyes
For seeing the inspired line of you
The touch of your skin
Like a lip on a peach
You say you love my


words
they are my wing span


and you are my spine


you control every beat

NIGHT FLIGHT

Kid comes in like a hurricane and sees her
Doesn't say excuse me
Just puts a cape on her shoulder
Says "come with me"
Are we singing yet?
I don't wanna come down again
In this sweet hour my heart is a child
Under her clothes his cruel truth smiles
Good demon on my shoulder
Says "come with me"
Are we singing yet?
I don't wanna come back down again
This night is for the ghosts that will never catch me
Let me down
Starving for the sound
Of the silent rose
That blooms on your lips
All drunk with a girl at his feet
Or sober with a belly of fear
On his mirror her lipstick goodbye
"You ran from me"
Am I singing yet?
Cos never coming down again.

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