PostScript.

Good morning

Light

I have missed you all these years

Your thick waist and tousled hair

Led me only to tears.

Hello,

Friend

Thank you for those conversations

About endless wants and selfless needs

I didn't realise I had.

This may be the second time we have met

And the last time we shall speak,

But I assure you

Friend

I will not miss the English you speak.

Mermaid. (For Jess)

Her head was resting on my pillow before
we had ever met,
they were her secrets I would find on my lips
in the light of morning.
This universe between us begun quietly, clumsily.

We wriggled through endless heartbreak,
giggling at their loss.
We slept under the cover of salty moonlight
and woke with our blonde hair tangled.
She tattooed her name on my wrist.

She burns so brightly in the ink of night,

this city was nothing before her kiss.

She finds her strength in pain,

her words are more precious than oysters flesh,

To hear her melody; my tears and blood to her I'd give

When she's burnt out, engulfed in her grief

I'll give my breath so she can live.

When I am cold, she is everything that is warm,

she is the hand I hold in my sleep.

And so we are neither them or they,

But you and I,

And will always be.

xxx

Espresso at 12

A hole in the wall and a coffee machine, 

The happiest I've been in years

As I listened to you talk and answered all your questions

I dreamt of home and the utter brilliance of

My love

Sweet Dreams

Under the covers of midnight and no stars,

those who shed skins start turn the non-believers,

the takers into givers.

Fathers killing daughters, 

turning sons in soldiers,

what really left to lose, when you're the first to strike a match.

Knotted

The road is long, when your brakes are shot

and the haze is messing with your head.

The road is long, but with what you left behind theres

gotta be something better up ahead.

The wheels are spinning round,

its such a beautiful sound leaving that tangled mess in your bed.

The road is long when your chasing the sun

because dusk could swallow you whole.

You press you foot down harder than you ever have

trying to out run static rock and roll.

But the wheels are spinning round

& it's such a beautiful sound, leaving that tangled mess in your head.

Bright Eyes

It's always late at night the cliches come pouring in;
looking at our mistakes through rose coloured glasses,
seeing plenty of fish and spices.
Maybe it's your turn now to stand where I stand.
But my eyes are still bright and my jeans are clean this time,
I threaded that needle for you.
What if I could fall through, into these dreams of yours
and write my name all over them
and then I'd know what you'd think of me,
we'd never give up.

Homeless

The sum of me is this;
there is more life in my death,
than there was in my life.