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- For Flotsam
- You say you are an old cassette that has gone and spilt its spool
- you're far more like a wet cardboard tube on this nightclub toilet floor.
- As I describe my lonely, you listen very clear:
- the last set of goalposts taken down, summer of odd numbered year.
- She says "if you're unhappy, then you gotta find the cure"
- Well I prescribe me one more beer, beyond that I am unsure
- May not be be all and end all, in my defence she is the whole
- I've thrown my goalkeeper forward, she's catenaccio
- Flotsam, Jetsam and Spindrift: all the girls I have loved,
- dumped to earth by a spendthrift, gilt angels from above.
- And I saw God in the bathroom, I baptised him in sick
- embraced him around his cistern "c'est la mort!, enough of this".
- Knees knocking and
- Blood flowing so
- I want you to know that I want to.
- And later she said something that stuck hard in my mind:
- "we are their Capel Celyn, they gotta keep their slippers dry,
- to empathise with Tory's to invite upon disease,
- a safer bet's to pack your bags, go holiday in Eyam"
- I will take you where the sun shines, cast shadows on your face,
- crawl into their deepest recess, 'til I freeze or dehydrate
- We'll live and breathe it in real time, montage is for the dead
- and my heart's still doing Fosburys nowhere near finished yet
- What Death Leaves Behind
- I was the first match struck at the first cremation, you are my shallow grave, I'll tend you as a sexton
- If you're the casket door that's being slammed upon me, I'll be a plague cross painted on your naked body
- Well summer sighed and summoned up hail. Dirty in dish rack drips the holy grail
- May be heartslob but I want 'em to know, cut and shut us like a portmanteau
- We sit around jus' spitballin', all the witches cackle round my cauldron
- Recognise the lies from my poker tongue (is it true...?)
- They say you and me are tautology
- What grows from the seeds,
- can you quite believe?
- through cracks come the weeds,
- Long time listener, first time caller,
- no need to remind me
- What death leaves behind me
- Why must I lie awake, from dusk until the morning, through fear of bein' impaled upon errant mattress spring?
- Within a waking dream I finally made my heel turn, lived life as Super 8 when you were promised Hilton
- Propose me as a pardon for sins, led on barbecue I'm burnt offerings
- I proof-read the Book of Job for the Lord: edit one, League Cup 2004
- We, delicate as a filigree, cleared a place for us in the chicory
- Colosseum blood will dry in the sun (is it true...?)
- We tread it carefully, we feel around in kid-gloves
- What death will leave behind, death will leave behind love
- We will flower again, I have surely seen it
- WE WILL FLOWER AGAIN
- A Portrait Of The Trequartista As A Young Man
- Now is time to take recourse, to drag my bones from 'neath his corpse
- Retract the blade within his heart, inscribe our initials in the bark
- Of every tree in every woods. In ink red blood, can you imagine?
- While wearing his head as a hood. I'd take life for a crime of passion
- Lies told
- Darling, if I had the choice, I'd excavate his throat of voice
- and corrugate his vocal chords to play a tune to please the Lord.
- Make him recite this murder ballad, a sombre tune told by a bore
- Pump blood around the limp and pallid, harmonising as you snored.
- Lies told
- One day when I'm older, I'll write it all down
- A portrait of the trequartista as a young man
- We all know we're gonna die
- We're a speck of dust in a bad God's eye
- He rubs us clean, but love is blind
- A balloon artist kisses porcupine
- Cemetery Gaits
- We lined up there pale, stiff and cold, like racks of bed and breakfast toast
- So high up on the slate quarry, that you swore that you could see the coast
- I thought I lost you in the dark, only twenty-four feet apart
- More stories tightrope on that stare, than the same white line at Meurig Park
- The dirt above, the stars below, I watched your face dry cold amid the afterglow
- And when they think of you and me, it's clear if you're the doormat, I'm the hickory
- Happenstance can wait for tomorrow, 'cause you got to do it right
- Your shoulders flow from neck like a wine bottle's, bear them broad tonight
- You and I, we consecrate, my heart and all resolve might break
- You'll know us by the way we crawl, you'll know us by our cemetery gaits.
- Dawn comes, awoken by sheep's bleat, a fleet of hearses line the street
- A widow sobs, more widows weep, while we intrude like a widow's peak
- I shimmy up the cenotaph, regale with my melancholy
- "Two words upon my headstone, please", don't need date or name, just 'Sad Story'
- They boast of poets on their side, but what use will they be if this comes to a fight?
- I glance along the length of pew and all that I can think's I want to undress you
- Glue Me
- The clouds salivating, drooling from the sky at the thought of the trouble to wreak
- 'til lightning breached their bellies. Caesarean section washes pigment from every street.
- And it's high tide, as the sewers rise, and the drains have become obsolete.
- Seems there's no place in this town, for something as pure as you seem.
- I'm diving into headers, put this pretty face where the boots are flying in
- Been bobbing rotten apples, water to my waist, in a shark-infested bin
- People laugh, they will call it folly, but we connected like a Yeboah volley
- I'm totting up my worth in stamps, but doing so in second class.
- I heard that it hurts, and I said.
- Two wrists, two wrist watches, tick-tick-tocking, second hands slightly out of time
- A constant subtle reminder, one of us will be gone before bells of the other chime
- I requested a room with a view, in the middle of a war between me and you
- And leave with all the dignity of missed Panenka penalty
- I heard that it hurts, and I said
- I'll be gloomy 'til they glue me in the arms of she who loves me
- She smiled at a joke, but I said
- I'll be gloomy 'til they glue me in the arms of she who loves me
- 'til the rats and worms are all interned at least 5 feet above we.
- Draw me like one of your fence, girls, stood erect as a post, head to toe in creosote
- we're blocking out all the lapsed-punks, listen them piss and moan, counting out major notes
- Banned from every bar in town, snooker balls a weapon made
- Snooker cue held upside down, propelled like helicopter blade
- The crowds celebrating, drooling from each side with the thought of the trouble to wreak
- And you hear them singing (in every room, from nursery to tomb):
- "Ex-boyfriend give us a song, ex-boyfriend, boyfriend give us a song,
- ex-boyfriend give us a song, ex-boyfriend, boyfriend give us a song"
- As Lucerne (The Low)
- There is no blues that can sound quite as heartfelt as mine
- Lamented at the gorge of the river, I watched it weep its banks dry
- I hum the sorriest tune on the bar at these dives
- Send all the patrons running home to make up with their first wives
- My prose as purple but not as pretty as lucerne
- For sweet nothings from the lips of a gargoyle, nobody ever yearned
- Perpetually a philistine, but darling I am longing to learn
- Been looked at like the rotten grape on the vine, while you and yours are drinking Sauternes.
- (But the low) is, what I came for
- (And to bask) in a darkness I do adore
- I am the magpie's solo, the sorrow that makes you salute
- Pounding the earth for the early worm, I'm a glutton but it's good for my glutes
- I was solace to the sirens, the bait on the fisherman's rod
- the hook took me far from my family, but closer to God
- Avocado, Baby
- There's no box to tick for red, so I put down blue instead cos it's closest there's to grey in the categories.
- And the veins within the whites are a statement of demise, Doe Eyes you should stay at home licking batteries.
- I feel like I'm the host of a terrible game-show and the guests on today's quiz are celebrities.
- Won't respond to any clues they're just cracking jokes for views but the answers to these questions mean everything.
- I had a friend who, had made a flag day
- blood on their hands from shards of a heartbreak
- I have known friends to, crack from love's weight
- blossom in ribcage, until their backs break
- Oh it won't get better, that doesn't mean it's gonna get any worse.
- You're final draft'a life-long love letter, signed to the man who will be driving your hearse
- Salacia's in the depths, and if I avoid the nets, threaten "I'll cuckold you Neptune" for definite
- Meet between the dog and wolf, with the hoar frost underfoot and I'll show you every fire in Delphinus.
- May she who casts the first fist of dirt across the casket have mourners lick the mud from her fingernails
- 'tween the breadth'a your arms span I was a renaissance man, books of lies stacked either side you were my carrell
- (A heart of stone, rind so tough it's crazy, that's why they call me the avocado, baby)
- Let It Spill
- I was born atop a Winter's hill, I took form as a ball in the virgin snow
- that started on its slow descent, barely more than 27 years ago.
- And every ounce my love has grown, I absorbed another flake,
- when this avalanche has hit, imagine the mess I will make.
- A tidal wave from the tears. Will you toil in the garden to dig a well,
- deep to the core of the earth? They'll sob enough to douse all the fires of hell.
- I see you with shovel in hand, your skirt billows above your knees,
- envy the soil that fills their pores and this perverted breeze.
- And I'm full to the brim
- Pull me up to your mouth
- Let it spill, let it spill
- And I'm full to the brim
- Flood the North to the South
- Let it spill, let it spill
- all over us two
- I take no solace in coastal breezes cos the quay is sea minor without you
- Béla Guttmann of love, curse all my exes to a life of celibacy
- and then while you freed the doves, I shot them from the sky for taxidermy.
- An every day disaster, a bread and butter tragedy,
- I sunk an oil tanker off the shores of Galillee.
- You'll find me upside down in the belfry, cos baby I'm bats it is true.
- The Time Before The Last Time
- One last meal as one last gesture
- Cheapest wine, second best restaurant
- Clapperboard made of two pork chops
- Credits roll before the scene stops
- And in the shower
- Heard your housemate on the phone
- Lathered up my padded bones
- Lathered up my padded bones
- from her soap I foam
- The shower-head moaned
- And I looked down to the tray
- Sons and daughters washed away
- Sons and daughters washed away
- "Good Night, God Bless" she'd say
- The length of your legs
- half the length of your body
- Above you, thinking of she
- Above you, thinking of she
- I knew I should leave
- I said this before
- and I thought that we agreed
- The time before the last
- The time before the last
- Before the last time
- Selling Rope (Swan Dive To Estuary)
- As I swan dive into the estuary, the birds do not flinch at my fall
- They perch in the rafters, before, during, after: they do not notice me at all
- As I float down into the estuary, wind cases my body in cool
- I smell petrol fumes, see the smoke rise in plumes: the earth is one big fireball
- Anecdote, lie
- My own alibi
- I've been telling jokes
- Piled notes high
- My own alibi
- I've been selling rope
- As I break the film of the estuary, the seaweed submerges my form
- No passing cars stop, not a single jaw drops, as my wallet and keys sink before.
- A splash all I left in the world
- Once held a magpie in the palm of my hand and the blood in our veins flowed faster, as I'd planned
- Got a heart full of love and a head full of more but a fist full of threads from the seams
- and I saw a smile in that beak.
- Oh I was a bird right then, one day I will be again
- I've been telling jokes while selling rope to you
- There's no ticker-tape, no golden gate
- No carnival and no parade
- Just one, one for sorrow
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