Dark halls dance
Drink while dreaming
Grey skies at night
Talk shit sideways
Boiling bits of sentiment
Float in the flotsam
Maybe- mirage of meaning
Escaping eternally
On a dust-blown horizon
My mind runs North
(Fast from the South)
To grab at fragments
Cannot grip the sand
I’m swimming through
Lonely heart taped
Strung on a sleeve
Soggily sloshing
Through a swamp
Suburban urbane doldrums
Boredoms and symptoms
Of bliss missed
Aborted and paralysed
In critique and collapse
Could not
Muster the pepper
Spark to ignite- ignored
Conjured the escape velocity
Illusion turning for tricks
Waxing on the wane
Again, it’s only a maybe
A mirage of meaning
Escaping ability to escape
Torture someone else
Diabolical self-surgeon
Apply the pliers elsewhere- please!
Inflict your deliriums there
Buy your ticket and depart
Self-ordained experts
Are needed there, I know
(knowing that need depart please)
Your position has become available
You need not reapply
It has been filled with absence
Security has been notified
Your pass revoked
Your name is not on the door
You can’t come in tonight
Or any other night
Magnetic springs
Black tranquilliser
Horses sing
Grinding nails
While beckoning
To fold and sway
Place bets on
Probability
Romantic air
Hormone replacements
Therapy injected
Blooming hearts
Like blood vessels
Sucking lips
Grazing the surface
Live currents
In ancient halls
Young passengers
Texta scrawls
Humid tunnels
Pulse energetically
Feed the multitude
Of cells dividing
Festival air
Hordes sing
The song
Ask the stars
For forgiveness
No blessing
On stages high
Pass the water round
This is Jonestown
We all drank
Deeply from the cup
