Thursday, 20 April 2017
Skeeta
If i asked for some wine,
to shame this dull life,
don't ask the reasons why,
your consoling pain,
a greater hurt than mine,
falls on me like rain,
abroad the roaring lines,
can ask what they like,
but you tell me lies,
i dance my evasions,
whisper to the night,
between you and your claims,
the peace of moonlight,
burns on my fire,
it doesn't feel right,
instead of killed time,
i crave some delight,
thirty years of being kind,
gone on the tide.
birds thrum their tune,
crickets sing to the half light,
salt rims the dunes,
you moan the toils of Rome,
scientists of a global nigh,
your mother prays to atone,
she explores an open wound,
smoking her Camel Lites,
just to worry you,
kids on yellow block
reel
regular as the five and dime,
she pulls at my traces,
the world isn't blue,
guilt is washed away,
she knows what she's doing,
the moon is her nosegay
it haunts her face,
shudder with each wine,
think of the next engagement,
in the evening gloom,
other shipwreck signs,
of someone else's purlieu,
learn to dance don't get blue,
ignore those cool untruths,
give me just one more time.
what comes to meet you,
the decks that grace her due,
each sea green evening,
she dances on Hawaii,
thats what she'd like to do
Wednesday, 19 April 2017
Skaya
Why lift the sleeve,
on a thirteen year old life,
one you can't retrieve,
smoking a cigarette,
i chase the reasons why,
it all descends like this,
the river in Spring,
the cool evening light,
stuff you can never leave,
they killed my loving yet,
made me dance when terrified,
didn't worry about the debt,
it was good for my scene,
no one asked why,
they acted and believed,
with such relief,
that my graceful fire,
spun open their dreams,
and the child?
Rula
Your son has gone home,
to his Papa and waves bye bye,
you lie in the lemon zone,
birds thrum their tune,
crickets sing to the half light,
salt rims the dunes,
you moan the toils of Rome,
scientists of a global nigh,
your mother prays to atone,
she explores an open wound,
smoking her Camel Lites,
just to worry you,
you stay as she moans,
no sea or given fire,
between you and the slope,
over a shoulder bone,
starlings turn in final flight,
you shudder and say alone,
'so this is our time'.
the path i tread is tight
kids on yellow block
reel cool evening tunes,
without dreams on lonely piers,
you left me marooned,
regular as the five and dime,
she pulls at my traces,
the world isn't blue,
guilt is washed away,
she knows what she's doing,
the moon is her nosegay
it haunts her face,
shudder with each wine,
think of the next engagement,
in the evening gloom,
other shipwreck signs,
of someone else's purlieu,
learn to dance don't get blue,
ignore those cool untruths,
give me just one more time.
what comes to meet you,
the decks that grace her due,
each sea green evening,
she dances on Hawaii,
thats what she'd like to do
Sunday, 16 April 2017
Ruby
What brings love to light,
or makes me pray for previous years,
to the walls this life,
there is the creep of moon,
stars white and clear,
before i whisper soon,
what you can easily feel,
when you dance with demons,
a kid on yellow block reel,
cool evening tunes,
without dreams on lonely piers,
you left me marooned,
regular as the five and dime,
lemon tart as tears,
knives my only birth right,
the debt is tight,
i'll live or die in here,
the first one offers wine,
others circle near.
she pulls at my traces,
the world isn't blue,
guilt is washed away,
she knows what she's doing,
the moon is her nosegay
it haunts her face,
shudder with each wine,
think of the next engagement,
in the evening gloom,
other shipwreck signs,
of someone else's purlieu,
learn to dance don't get blue,
ignore those cool untruths,
give me just one more time.
what comes to meet you,
the decks that grace her due,
each sea green evening,
she dances on Hawaii,
thats what she'd like to do.
wriggle up to someone new
Saturday, 15 April 2017
Rita
Sometimes we have to pray,
when she bends to kiss you,
manner easy in her own way,
music is playing,
love lights in her tune,
somewhere down the alleyway,
when she calls for rain,
all the world turns blue,
guilt is washed away,
the moon her nosegay,
for what she's doing,
she knew the transatlantic trade,
her long twang and gait,
gives everything its due,
she pulls at my traces,
makes love her cradle,
doesn't care a hoot,
whispers for me to stay,
in her eyes bitter fruit.
that haunts a face
makes you feel brand new.
you listen for the make,
shudder with each wine,
think of your next engagement,
the evening gloom,
other shipwreck signs,
draws fire,tips the pace,
of someone else's purlieu,
learn to dance don't get blue,
ignore those with cool untruths,
hit me with more wine.
go to sea, get out of hand,
or come to see you,
the decks that grace her due,
each sea green evening,
barefoot she prays for glue,
better than that bitter grease,
if she is to be free,
between worrying about disease,
or dancing on Hawaii,
what she'd like to do.
wriggle up to someone new
Reina
Do you remember that tune,
throw out a line,
never fake the blues,
the song that haunts a face,
forgives each generous lie,
draws fire,tips the pace,
those who give always lose,
mysteries of their own time,
like rain falls on issue,
you listen for the make,
shudder with each wine,
think of your next engagement,
the evening gloom,
other shipwreck signs,
a place flowers won't bloom,
to mask your news,
or make designs,
women who bear the truth,
are never frightened.
Thursday, 13 April 2017
Rhianna
Does your family gather pain,
need you to suffer still,
light candles for you,
give money to every vagrant,
see you stumble, fall ill,
draw salt at your curfew,
decant the falling rain,
strain against your will,
love it when you're Blue,
it's that river again,
recognise the chill,
of someone else's purlieu,
this one turns your gaze,
breaks into laughter still,
with dreams of long avenues,
as a Catholic will you tame,
nights of easy thrill,
sometimes she sings anyway,
makes you feel brand new.
the places where we try
come on love they coax,
let's sing a song don't cry,
not one catches their throat,
learn to dance don't get blue,
wear a dress of any issue,
seize this time 'as mine',
ignore those with cool untruths,
hit me with more wine.
go to sea, get out of hand,
or come to see you,
the decks that grace her due,
each sea green evening,
barefoot she prays for glue,
better than that bitter grease,
if she is to be free,
between worrying about disease,
or dancing on Hawaii,
what she'd like to do.
wriggle up to someone new
a drop of comfort as her due
maybe the rain can provide,
solace of another time
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