Allowed in, 
Got access to the room .
The shapes blacken eyes
And sound wounds.

Been waiting for access to,
The room .
And thousands of places,
Pour in.

We can wait for daes
Garcon waits.
Swinging by the pool
It's true.

And when done is you, move.

One step forward, 
Two steps back, 
Fall sideways.

Heat radiates out,
From the feet to neck.
Play to a comet.
Hand of glass and salt.
White Radiation,
Wakes on the moor.


Am I suppossed to be,
In love with this?
A quick and easy kiss,

Or endless fists.

Loud colour in your hair.

The White girl.
Work with a curved spine.
And a lonely guy.

The wake,
A lifted weight.
The wake,
A pass of late.
They came,
And supped the ale.
They came,
Despite the pain.

The wake,
To lift the weight.
The wake,
Who pass of late.
A dress,
Of sadder times.
A white Lilly reef,

L;eaf blown backwards,
Sucked down a drain.
Meet gutter goblin.
And her thousand kids.
Occassional sun does pour in.
But its few and far between.

Leaf blown backwards,
Tumble down street.
Compressed by tyre,
Shredded by feet.
At least I'm free of the tree that,
Clung on so dear to me.

It comes out from a hole to gloat.
Cross-eyed and tongue hung out.
The frog that lives inside my throat,
And toad that guards my soul.
Could it be that...

All that is needed is imagination.
No well trained eye,
Or jumped up mind.
My favourite poems,
Come from pure emotions.
My favourite paintings,
Are painted by kids.

Good Luck

Easily said,
And easily done,
Turn the key,
Let us see,
What we've been missing.
Oh, what a world,
Or so I've heard.
It's the same everyday,
Inside the cage.
Please...
Save us,
Good Luck.
God only knows why this happens.
Save us,
Good Luck.
God only knows how we're still here.
He's jumping around,
The sweetest of sounds,
Comes from his mouth,
As we skip past his grief hole.
Send us a love,
But not from above.
Bloody tired with advice,
Of daily prayer.
Just...
Save us,
Good Luck.
You're god doesn't know why this happens.
Save us,
Good Luck.
You're god doesn't care that we're still here.

Found Object (1)

I saw a painting the other day.Yesterday, or the day before,A canal,In watercolour.Rolled up,Inside a drawer.

Horror Film

Verse 1
A - F#m - C# - D - E
You closed your eye's too soon.
You missed the best bit,
When his head falls off.
A splattering of guts,
Hits a girl.
Then his head flew off.
You come to learn, that I,
Am a bit sick.
But you seem to like it.


Chorus
D - E - F#m
You're a horror lover,
And probably worse than me.
You like the psychologic,
But gives you psycho dreams.
Go lock the back door for,
Horror Film.


Verse 2
Good God,
My neck's gone numb.
I'll have to move,
Before my head falls off.
Rewind the tape,
And watch again.
So we can see,
How his head comes off.
This bits too sinister for me.
But in your eyes,
I can see you like it.


Chorus


Verse (Change) x4
A - E(d) - D - Gm
Oh hell,
Watch yer self.
She's a fool.
She's gone running up the stairs
She's a fool,
She's had it.
She's gone running up the stairs.


End (first verse)
You closed your eyes too soon.
You missed the best bit,
When his head falls off.