learnt by heart

in slow evening light i climb onto old memories
they carry me over ancient mountain ranges
and now extinct foliage brushes my cheek
roll my body in sand as red as hate
and follow the moons light right to it's source
from there you can see the sun shining
out of my arse

what next

it's time to be
it's time to go
it's time to eat
it's time to listen
it's time to play
it's time to love
it's time to create
it's time to clean
it's time to declutter
it's time to fuck off

touch the sky

its dense and its mist and its liquid air
and i'm floating in a new ether
still sinking in the abyss
but the drift is slowing down
would you grab onto a branch if it was thrown
if you were me?
i think i'll take my chances in the great unknown
time has come to fly
time has come to touch the sky
there's no guarantee that the rocks at the bottom won't come to meet me
but being scared
and
being brave
thats for me

sucks big time

no use walkin' round in circles
don' try and push me down a one way street
like to see you lookin back at me
i don't wanna turn into a piece of concrete

it's a white spring

colour leached brain bleached feelings are in slow motion and faraway. there's a chill in the air and i feel the cold tendrils creeping round my ankles. my forehead aches with wanting the cold...
it's a learning time. it's a forgetting time. time is such an immovable concept.. everything changes, but everything stays the same. meet me in the crook of my elbow and i'll tell you some tender tales of longing, we can sing songs of contentment or we could just watch the sunrise with our bodies touching and breathing in their own rhythm.