(2013)
Sour grapes leave an awful taste in your mouth
a bus I should of never taken I might of not met you, took you out for a drink and felt something between us two, should of ripped up your number
when we were a tad younger possibly even a wiser than now, we strode the days like pirates and the nights like i don’t know h… we braved each hour as a safe bet
distasteful water flourishes in above the clouds race atop this mu… runes tossed didn’t seem to spell… as the verve of ignorance ploughs… one more pace towards a blast of s…
float away on the silence of darkn… shimmering lamp lights goad the wi… someone is watching the world at r… bunches of dreams that lie unfulfi… arms lay around loved ones sleepin…
with a face full of intermittent b… your mouth resembled a piano keybo… like headstones in an old cemetery suffering terribly with subsidence… and as you stutter and stammer
a still, calm expanse of water secluded, a tree lined reservoir a full moons motorcycle lamp spray… a shotgun blast of white gold over… down in its murky fathoms we writh…
a man who’s face is forever obscur… can never show his gleam of truth, a shape-shifting mass of uncertain… turning the wheels of power round, In a puff of smoke quietly arrivin…
Fists, feet, elbows and finger tip… Swords, pole and all weapons known The warriors arsenal an affront to… Knees, insteps and heels eat the s… Calm violence an explosive dichoto…
manipulation of my strings though I devour all you cast my wa… towards your stain of this disease you’re an atom or defiant morsel, you make me crawl to endure
my tongue predicts my recline it frames the arch of your spine, I’m here by misguided choice lets not waste each others time, your scaly skin erupts under my to…
It seems as if its awoken Like a steadfast bulwark on wheels Plummeting down towards me Pious platutudes and cliches amass Sheer weight that grows dimmer as…
Like moths to the flame, we breath… We judge and conspire, as we hamme… A faceless communion, we stay safe… Where innovations a poison we pay… In long single file we follow the…
A pep talk to the masses A chat to ease high spirits back i… The northern drawl as sickly as mo… A lemon sucked grin upon his face “The world is ours, if we choose t…
the cobbled streets of my home tow… a childhood rained on by a salacio… this town was once a dickensian sn… not much changed from the seventie… now this place has lost its heart,…
how quick you run into your demise, a full hand of a clenched fist and another one besides, death in blind doses