18 October 2013

Catch Me When I Fall

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Now we are broken baby
Lying in empty beds
Staring at blank ceilings
What penetrated our skulls
Pierced our hearts
And we ache crimson
The faint edge of depression
Blurs into constellations
Of hopelessness
I need a closer
Something with a bang
In its balls

This here is the testament
En sotto voce
We are not long for this world
You take your chances when you can
Dear commissar – my circumstances
Have not changed
It was merely my imagination
An open box
Of inferior brand
My empty casket
And ghastly pallor mortis
I’m filling in the spaces
Inside my head
I’m going up – up – up
Catch me when I fall
.

17 October 2013

Digger

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I’ve always known

But buried it deep

Layers deep

Beneath the sod

Take this cup

Pour it out

.

Pour me out

Silent knowledge

That waits and builds

Into / from the

Certainty

Of death

.

The turning / returning

Of the black motif

The hard truth

That bites deep

We are not long

For this world

.