Tuesday, 14 November 2017
Bella
Your star is coming home,
beside police cones,
in gardens you lie prone,
you whisper love,
on throwaway 'phones,
your ravaged face a moon,
like saints show their bones,
a song massages your soul,
makes you drink alone,
pearl doves arc above,
a lifetime learning to moan,
fly to those who give,
fresh linen and eau de cologne,
always makes them groan,
you wear a red raincoat,
you are not alone,
millions come and go,
to seek the right tone,
luminous as a frozen stone,
above the credit zones,
your search is to coax,
before taking loans.
r
live life by the score,
leave me here to stew,
pray to broken laws,
say you won't leave home,
only fools give you due,
don't divide me by whores,
or other things you do,
why scream because,
throw hierlooms at the moon
my almond eyes are ruined
birds sing out of tune
drain summer into June
sweep up with my btroom
in our bones we're ruined
not present desire,
hope on a midnight wire,
a young woman without child,
around my fire,
she descends by mountain hue,
and you don't want to go
against those Blues,
in this summer light,
you leave without a phone,
home provides no clue,
the trail is well used,
they know of your plight,
don't try to condone,
all your cards are marked,
you're never that far,
don't stay where you are,
in a warm hazy fog,
put a veil across my face
or send me to Mars,
from where you delegate,
at the promenade bar,
i think you're great,,
Monday, 13 November 2017
Billie
You pay a heavy score,
my almond eyes are ruined,
love is raw,
can you feel my bones,
like a scalded broom,
strapped to a useless cone,
live life by the score,
leave me here to stew,
pray to broken laws,
say you won't leave home,
only fools give you due,
until i've paid my tort,
don't divide me by whores,
or other things you do,
why scream because,
hard stuff like this door,
fools live out of tune,
then run away doomed,
break holy orders,
drain summer into June,
stuff you swore,
hurl heirlooms at the moon.
Sunday, 12 November 2017
Billy
Ask me to ferment desire,
a place without windows,
around my fire,
she descends by mountain mule,
to warm her toes,
are you still a fool,
a young woman without child,
love free to bestow,
it's been a while,
the cabin smoky blue,
her smiles don’t khow,
what your ancestors refuse,
hope on a midnight wire,
more to life than show,
dreams by the cold light,
you look to do right,
the chance not to blow,
a long road to paradise,
her dancing smile belies,
she won't hurt you with no,
but wants to align,
your joys and sorrows.
to where life is short,
rage against these Blues,
in this summer light,
you leave without a phone,
home provides no clue,
no book or upturned stone,
the trail is well used,
they know of your plight,
don't try to condone,
all your cards are marked,
you're never that far,
don't stay where you are,
in a warm hazy fog,
put a veil across my face
or send me to Mars,
from where you delegate,
at the promenade bar,
i think you're great,
Arden
She blew flame across tears,
shared jokes in the dust,
then disappeared,
i knew her in jail,
a woven blanket for our lust,
always cheered me never failed,
what brought her here,
with her smell of musk,
a woman so clear,
ice blue as the rails,
rode them till she's bust,
absorbed all her days,
not anyone could go near,
that pie without a crust,
where she has been,
she haunts me like deer,
i did what i could,
smoking a cigarette she appears,
i put away the years,
her lovely lined face thrust,
laughing over a happy beer,
geese rise in the dusk.
Friday, 10 November 2017
Anita
You say up our game,
ask how much we chance,
shuffle between us what remains,
listen to our muted song,
who would ever lance,
the need to belong,
watching the rain,
sheet down a naked path,
you won't let me hail,
the ease of crowded bars,
cargo ships and shining France,
rooms with dark marks,
red lips white faced,
cigarettes smoked and laughs,
wine sipped and champagne,
here we just bumble along,
flying by our pants,
wish we weren't wrong,
standing by unlit lamps,
a tree, a bridge, shaking,
waiting like tramps,
for kindness to pass.
fling the watch away
you always play the fool
lilac as a fallen snowflake,
ry to make life smooth
nothing more to say
they drive you away alone,
to where life is short,
rage against the Blues,
in this summer light,
the sea still surrounds you,
you leave without a stone,
home provides no clue,
no book or i'phone,
the trail is well used,
they know of your plight,
say what they can't do,
you try to condone,
all cards marked,
you're not that far,
just land down the freeway
or stay where you are,
in a warm hazy fog,
put a veil across my face
or send me to Mars,
if you want to get that far,
not what you delegate,
from the promenade bar,
i thought you were great,
longing for what we soothe
they drive you away alone,
to where life is short,
rage against the Blues,
in this summer light,
the sea still surrounds you,
you leave without a stone,
home provides no clue,
no book or i'phone,
the trail is well used,
they know of your plight,
say what they can't do,
you try to condone,
all cards marked,
you're not that far,
just land down the freeway
or stay where you are,
in a warm hazy fog,
put a veil across my face
or send me to Mars,
if you want to get that far,
not what you delegate,
from the promenade bar,
i thought you were great,
Thursday, 9 November 2017
Abner
Since you've been away,
i don't know what to do,
but each night pray,
you break the reddened stone,
its all finished for you,
no one still at home,
to watch the time of day,
hear it sing the blues,
nothing more to say,
you said you had to go,
always played the fool,
laughed like a bag of bones,
your walls are now grey,
where's your tobacco,
you've eaten all your cake,
confined within that space,
what is there of truth,
lilac as a broken snowflake,
you feel the joy of praise
see the creep of moon,
new horizons not that great,
take it as your due.
they drive you away alone,
to where life is short,
rage against the Blues,
in this summer light,
the sea still surrounds you,
you leave without a stone,
home provides no clue,
no book or i'phone,
the trail is well used,
they know of your plight,
say what they can't do,
you try to condone,
all cards marked,
you're not that far,
just land down the freeway
or stay where you are,
in a warm hazy fog,
put a veil across my face
or send me to Mars,
if you want to get that far,
not what you delegate,
from the promenade bar,
i thought you were great,
Wednesday, 8 November 2017
Amanda
Living here's no paradise,
never makes the news,
northern cities aren't nice,
could as well be space,
stars and sea like glue,
put some food on our plate,
all we seek's a better life,
accept what we can do,
to shelter all their spite,
our song still resonates,
a feeling far from Blue ,
wait till you see my weight,
the village is our life,
always something for you,
not window naked transport lights,
this is what we create,
to sing with our crew,
we didn't hesitate,
home is our easy night,
where we look for truth,
maybe it's the way we try,
longing for the South./
longing for what we soothe
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