Loop (Loom)

that music was moving through the hot air like a train
that those eyes glared at me through;
i kept moving and i walked all the way to you
with blisters on my feet and a heavy heart
and my eyes down and my hands clasped
in prayer
i don't want to cry or drink with you;
or fuck you.
I don't want that song on loop for me to make the same mistakes
let those words fall like rain
that dusty path has been tread and i will never
leave this spot again if you refrain from those words
those words those words those words
i don't want them spat on my shoes
or left swinging around a blue bar
whilst i'm swigging from the whisky jar
and thinking I have nothing to lose
you can walk away for nothing
i walk straight back into
the loop

Red.

you lay her down
screaming in satin
and glittering in your jewels
and she smiled for you
for you

you're a thief.

White.

A string of pearls
snapping inside me
flooding my senses
with your pretty, pretty white
Me;
A bride
Smiling on those tiles
remembering those pearls
spinning in the air
with fervour

Everything was soft
and liquid then
The evening of pale white moon
and you;
my wan faced lover
No point in ever
wanting those pearls on my body again;
your kiss on my body.

The last days of Summer

Liquid-
his love's a liquid fire;
a drowned moon.

He is peeling away, like plastic
yellowing in the corners,
He is slipping through my fingers,
I can feel it.

Falling like pollen
the last days of summer
are definitley
drawing to a close
and I pray to bring with them,
glory. I want him to think of me,
fondly, to think of me when
he should be asleep.

Oh my love,
I don't think these words can fix us.

Not with things the way they are.