I'm leaving you

Not in Paris

Let the music play

Let it hover wickedly - just beyond the reach of your gently awakening senses that slowly, oh so slowly start pricking at those little triggers that you inch towards expectantly. Now drawing back, now letting your feet stick and your eyes glaze in an attempt to disown what it's doing to you...

Lips parted ever so slightly, eyebrows creased, cheeks taut, neck outstretched, breathing uneven, and green swollen vein throbbing louder than those drumbeats rolling in closer and closer. The air curls up, holding its breath and lights recoil as those tantalizing guitar strings threaten to slice right through you, just to see your face light up in manic joy.

And your eyes, your eyes -
Scorching the head into focus ,
Focus on everything else that shouldn't be,
Focus on what you can't see

Move faster and the burden gets lighter
It's your spine speaking now
It's your spirit twitching brighter
It's your muscles coiling tighter

You were never a fighter
but look what its done to you

Mute madness
and goosebumps

You don't need a voice to shout or a mouth to laugh anymore.

Your brain's in tune with the trills
And your skin tingling for sin
Smell the fire, taste the wounds
This time you're going to win

And you'll take it head on and gore right through
and that dark red silk handkerchief
will soak your face
sweeter

stains on the dancefloor


Come let me teach you to tango.

Not even headlines

I've seen the future, brother:
It is murder

Things are going to slide,
Slide in all directions
Wont be nothing
Nothing you can measure
Anymore
The blizzard,
The blizzard of the world
Has crossed the threshold
And it has overturned
The order of the soul
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant

Leonard Cohen 'The Future' from the soundtrack of Natural Born Killers

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Are we supposed to write a happy song
When the world goes horribly wrong?

Are we supposed to polish our knives
When they're used to kill our wives?

Are we to eat cookies and cream
As hungry children scream?

Are we to sit back and smile
While innocents are tortured in style

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rape the girl you'll never see
kill the child you'll never be
shoot the man who dared to fight
burn the old women tonight

steal their food
maim their brood
tear them inch by inch
just to watch them flinch

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laughter in maniac eyes
fed by anguished cries
strong cruel bodies swell in pride
even as they violate the bride
blind the eyes

that will never again
see the morning light
its all dark now
and that makes it all right?

Shot

when your feet won't stand still and your fingers insist
on racing
and your heart beats in tune to the rollercoaster
in your head

eat a keylime pie
or a sausage on rye
tell a stinging lie
swat a filthy fly

and grin
win
enjoy the din

of a drunken caviar soaked night
or a totally tacky pointless fight

and ask yourself if you even remember

a time

when your insides burned
and your fervent mind churned

for something real

and if only you'd known then
it would never be again

do you think
you might have

savoured the run
still chased the sun
held on to the one

put away the gun?

Write me a miracle

You could
if you thought hard
real hard

and coaxed and cuddled the words into

a cushioned cocoon of cadence
cool creamy comforting
crackling now and then like crisp chocolate

cornucopia captured
cosily
in my chaotic cannister
of casual kitsch

callous caress?
no
cliched kiss perhaps
or
crunching candy?

kicking cadavers down the corridoor

call it crazy?

and if you wrote it all down
you could be me.

Raindrop

Watch it settle on your window pane like it had always been there
Staring wide eyed at you in transparent pleasure

Watch it tremble just a shade
As it holds on tight with baby fingers

Watch it stick its nose on the cool flat glass - beckoning you

Watch it glow.

Watch it wish away the world outside till it's lost in wet white haze

and then

watch it weep for every blow you drew
watch it laugh at every dream you grew
watch it spit out every thought you knew

watch it

reach you
teach you
beseech you

watch it

watch it watching you.

3 takes

Rustling

when wilting leaves
weather away
like waning smiles

you sit up
shut down
clear away
the dog eared files.

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Bustling

when traffic lights
hit you like speed
and blaring horns

cajole you
construct you
cage you
transport you

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Hustling

not a penny more
not a dollar less
you surrender

rabid smiles
quick handshake
broken promises
checkmate

Over and out

Its a night of no memories. No stars. No moon. No gloom.
Not even thought.

My tobacco lies quietly in the corner waiting for the pipe to wake.
A satiated wine hush in the air. The breeze sleeps.

A tiny cricket taps a tender beat to the silence.
The neighbour's tap trickles lazily.

Sky wrapped up in cloudy duvet floats dreamless.
The window wilts, weaves wispy words that melt into a whitewashed wall.

No light. No fight. No shadow anymore.
The pensive pen meanders, stops short and gently shuts the door.

Its time to let them be. Its time to set you free.
.
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I rest my case.