ill write ya a shade a pink
to mimick that catastrophy stricken wink he wears
detail washing in his stares#
not-quite-sure bottles of cares
amongst these lines of insects is what brings
these words cant come close to the edge of the ridge
the spontinuity he springs
yet foreign lingers of boxtears dried behind my locks
'sometimes it hurts to cry''
eyelands hand dry the towels that seem to lie
dont mean she wouldnt climb infinity for
yet our stubborness leaks tales of i want to keep you forever ..to be invisible to 'them' come alive with every wim...note of that troubled hyme
a boy asked in an expression which lacked even a feather of class ..
lavender sits in the haze as i trace them early days in the fringes of the the above n beyond yet tales of behind clouds..some wear
new haircuts, buts n buts..you never forget them heart warming tuts
the true but tearing keys of a type board writer
everyone lones in the alonement of 'ness' stranded in the brandment of the names our parents givfe us...yet juliet calls...''whats in a name?''
idiosyncricies of gossip ...little girl lipstick prophecies and well
as ye speaks ...''do you know me?''
Billies Blues….
Tear up the sheets which make my weeks
The blot-in-inks which speak over the sheets of my weeks
The mood swings, happiness phase which holds captive
My days in the back garden he stands..band in band…strolling walks through sohos sand..by the olde bandstand tyre swings…billie holiday flings which super the glue themselves to my flying smile of understanding the under table where he once stood…. Billies eyebrows arches dependant on a stormy weather….’ I love you’ feather (he wears on a suit of grey…)
On a porch in a where of some shade of brown cotton…it was always that way
Never stale nor rotten
Sift me through the zimaframe of time..sit me down in 1935 ‘how its meant to be’
By a wheel barrow chariot of them war day gaspers
Dress my hair in a feather n band dress of sequins …no medals need be pinned
As the light beams on billie..no closing times…perhaps odd quarters n dimes
‘’Fishes are jumpin’’
as she spreads her wings..familiar to my childhood noise of tyred swings
jazz a ‘was’ to me its why..its ‘cos’
swing me with the swingers of the 1920’s singers
‘I love my man’
billies blues…..
‘ I saw her young and enthusiastic, tired and ravaged, sober and stoned, friendly and furious, calling in the middle of the night over some real or imagined vexation’
‘these foolish things remind me of you’
don’t mean I , I well you know
little boy blues..he knows all me truths
steals all my shoes
hides em behind tinnnny booths
(whats he trying to proove:?)
sits by the sitters behind all the other babysitters...
for the one ''the watcher''
who butchers my words
flood lights for the late night , earliers mourne of soho byrds
he struck that flickered chord
roll of a whipped cherry dice
trafalgar promises
trucked along..jack n thomases
for the boy he reads planting the seeds to see and not be read but lived
hallways stench that forgotten cough sirrup bench........i aint never really been called a wench
flowers (Red ones) steam bloom , towers blooming through my head..this room
as i always ponder...over 'life is a waiting room'
well wheres the zoom?
stop believing..or twill unite avec grieving
love can be teasing...but its your heart thats seeing
sometimes it hurts to cry
the truest water ‘he cannot lie’
the edges we seem to slip into
do not really exist
all a pattern…a turn, a twist
mister teartide
let my eyes rest a while…retied
droplets drip into a pennys worth of forgot
sometimes it hurts to cry
so fly me to a sinking sigh
a basement of light ..how do i fly?
sometimes it hurts to cry
the truest water ‘he cannot lie’
the edges we seem to slip into
do they exist?
On your mind, words.. my petals are fixed
i watched that madame last night
'be the hand to fit my glove? heart to steal my love?'teary eyed...
you try too hard m'dear i speak...go stand over at the tip of a peak...taste the nights tasties...smile..to wash away that pasted complexion/speak a truth....give me proof that somewhere in there lies adventure...
link me coat arms
aside....
''what ya doing''
playing with a coat hanger
smurks
'what if we only took showers when it rained?'
and then another speaks...a voice i never heard before
' a watcher' like i said.
begins to pour my ears with bother...cept' i smile again (this bother a unique music..honoured )so rest a while...piccadily circy? u say...sometimes its nice to sit alone
an remedies?
will you love me in the morning
when dusk twill be dawning
and all yer dreams ..their yawning
will you hold me in the morning?
when my thighs..aint as tight as last night
my face not quite as right
will you still be fighting with me
stand and watch the stars with me again
past the early hours of puddled rain?
will you love me in the morning
tell me will your heart still be roaring?
that star we wished upon...still be soaring?
will you love me in the morning?
pinstripes on his chest
got his braces on...along with the ribbon that ticks the 'formally dressed box'
in walks...the boy shaded by his hat of dreams
and they meet in the ''sorry fields;; blueness
these two inseperable
where fates responsible in themselves theyve bin seperated..yet to others they still belong..and they all chant ''what ever went wrong'
look up
past the days of the skinny ties n randonly flicking through books..then minutes later highlighting each and every 'cant quite understand because i live my life like..and where?time?how? why ? malarkies' fuck em
four boxes (hear him in the background..the other one that is..)
3 with hair...one without ..now its a mixmatch
fairy lights ...showered in torn bits of paper....chaotic dancers
fire the geetar straight at em
x
drunkn dileemas 'cheers'
alcopops she smears to hide all our little girl tears
skys rouge mirror my blushed cheeks..mights, five or so awake windows
'so how can it mean a single thing?'
the chants of freedom fastened belt around our hearts as i tie his scarf ' its gonna be a long nigh' without him
hickups, top ups 'yes babysham;
and its divine
that pipe just hit they geetar jemma echoesrockchick shoes..shades in the shades of a bruised apple sky light
oh my god!]a gig in my pjamaS? HAIR weettted menthols we are the generation of lighters
what happened to the matchsticks?
''neee nooooooooores'' break the elderly snores..why sleep? i want life to seep through my pores..shores to be existant
oh..what ashame as she sliippped in the rain!''
old beardys employed shooting stars to weave the skys jumper tonight planes stuck engrossing parntner chariots which sail the sea of sky...
upside down marks of questions i wont hesitate tonight
be with me in words liek ye always are
atleast i can hear the rawness of yer geetar
teh bottles almost died now hands are scrounging for the roof o open and in through the matching holes which hook up to my brain im longing for that choo choo train
'im a difficuklt girl to love'
i laugh in hysteria
its never been put so right..
he sounds the sane one tonight!aybe me im maniactic
kimbers x
to make a hide and seek trip around all the ventures of maida vale church bench adventures
x
this ghost is haunting town
wheres the lonelyu villain whom bears my crown
somewhaty gone losty in filmies i failed to make