POEM: ‘Hey God, Your House Is On Fire’

Hey God, your house is on fire.
Girl laughing in the wreckage
Lights another match
Goes up like a rocket
The smell of burning
Skin melting, human Barbie.
She grabs the nearest man
Drifting away as she screams
His aftershave is his vanity, death,
He’s lit up not by your song
But by the crackle of scalding scalp.

30 minutes ago
They gave you thanks
Smiling smugly, the vicar passed the plate.
Kids in too small suits gave pounds
Last pocket money they would make.

The wall collapses
Escape impossible
Old woman prays
The irony of her final day.
Soon her mouth is closed,
Sealed together,
Eyes the same way
You don’t want to see the scene.

30 minutes ago
They gave you thanks
Smiling smugly, the vicar passed the plate.
Kids in too small suits, now dead,
Ignorant to their fate.

One more psalm for the dear departed,
No miracles.
Did they not pay enough?

30 minutes ago
They gave their lives
Screaming sourly, the vicar passes out.
Kids in too big suits, well bled,
A life of worship=nought.

Hey God, your house is on fire!
Hey God, your house is on fire!
Hey God, your house is on fire!
Care to assist?

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POEM: ‘He Sought A Bolt Of Lightning & Gained The Right To Hold A Candle’

The ticking of the clock
Backwards
To the start of a new age
That will never come.

I will be gone for a thousand years
But to you it will only be a blink
My entire legacy created
Before you can breathe out.

The world belongs to the young
By the time you’re a screaming newborn
You’re already facing death
Looking down the barrel of a gun.

Living without the unknown before us
There’s nowhere to go
Floating alone in a foreign sky
The colours change, the darkness darker.

Beating the atomic bomb
With a ‘chief to the mouth
And a steely defiance
Future generations’ cancer.

Looking out on oblivion
A peaceful eeriness
The planet is a mausoleum
And my hair’s falling out.

I can’t make history when there can be no history
No one to document my future
No clock to distinguish it from the past.
Who’s to say I’m living?
Who’s to say I’m dying?

I try to see love’s rainbow
But all I find are dead hearts beating
Automatons keeping robotic time
Relationships are rusted epics.

The garden devoured by weeds
The snake now the caretaker
Take all the apples you want
The juice is bitter
Acid of the dead.

Floating free over the earth
Vacuum stung by memory
Last breath expelled
As you blink again and return to your life
Wondering what to have for lunch
And whose turn it is to pick up the kids.

Sometimes dead is better
Though I never existed
At least not for a thousand years
Not yet dreamt.

LYRICS: ‘A Statuesque Beloved’

She’s a rose in the shadows of weeds
A china doll in an empty playhouse
A Tinkerbell without a Pan
A flaming bulb calling me to the light.

Air-Con in an airless world
Colour in a sepia place
Music breaking silence’s scream
A perfect dreaming haunting place.

She’s an oasis in the desert of life
A blur in reality’s cold dark vision
I’m reaching out to touch her skin
Delicate and fragile porcelain.

Air-Con in an airless world
Colour in a sepia place
Music breaking silence’s scream
A perfect dreaming haunting place.

Take my hand and fly with me
Don’t look down, you’re safe, trust me.

Air-Con in an airless world
Colour in a sepia place
Music breaking silence’s scream
A perfect dreaming haunting place.

Can’t believe such beauty
A statuesque beloved.
A statuesque beloved.

LYRICS: ‘Song For DJ’

We didn’t put a cigarette paper between one kiss ending and the next beginning.
All there was was us, but we were a singular term worth saving.
Like arriving in Oz, our relationship bursts technicolour
Before crashing down like stardust memories.

First cut is the deepest they say
It certainly won’t heal, I know that.
While she slips away to love a mortician
My love dies sickly on the vine
My love dies sickly on the vine.

So I write her another song
Imagine her radio picking up the static of my memories
Heartbreak turns to choruses
Malady to melody.
Malady to melody.

And with a flash of magic
She’s there in front of me
Perfection frozen in time
My heart beating like the fastest drums.
I try to speak
My mouth is sewn with the wire of her beauty.
My silence says it all
She’s everything to me.
You’re everything to me.
Where are you going?
Where are you going?
(Alone)

LYRICS: ‘The Ballad Of William Miller’

I’m the boy the girls trust
Hanging out in the dressing room with the girl of my dreams
While she tells me about another guy she loves.
It’s not easy keeping up this façade,
I’d give my breath for just one kiss,
Just one look.
For her to think of me,
Not as ‘one of the gang’
But as ‘The One’.
The one she cant live without
The one she dreams of at night.
It’s never gonna happen
They never choose the nice guy.
I’m sick of being the nice guy
I’m sick of being the one left behind
With a kiss on the cheek that means nothing to her
But keeps me up all night.
I’m the shoulder she’ll cry on when he breaks her heart
And the first to know when she finds another.
And another.
And another.
And another.
AND ANOTHER.

LYRICS: ‘Darken The Night’

Laid my head on the bed in the Chelsea
At 5am strolled the streets for a soda
Went back and sat on the sill
Mesmerised by the neon light.

New York City can be so calm
Quiet and breathless in the night.
Just a series of old bulbs flicking
Rock n roll ghosts darken the night.

Corner deli for the coffee blues
Locals love the accent, free eggs for all.
A taxi into the city’s heart
A party till it all goes dark.

New York City can be so calm
Quiet and breathless in the night.
Just a series of old bulbs flicking
Rock n roll ghosts darken the night.

“hey kid, you like rock n roll?”
Hidden artwork by The Ramones.
Tales of Burroughs, Dylan and Smith
Quite a team to be staying with…
Is this what Frey meant
When he said you could check out but never leave?
Once The Chelsea is in your heart
You’ll beat a little faster for all time.
For all time.

LYRICS: ‘Love Takes Man Back To The Cave’

Where do you want this to end?
Two lost souls alone?
Or turn, turn, turn it around
And be together, maybe forever?

Don’t give me a sarcastic answer
When I’ve pushed the rock up the hill
Don’t paint the roses red
Don’t take the crimson pill.

Where do you want this to go?
One more chance, or no?
Or burn, burn, burn to the ground
Everything we built just dead dirt…ashes?

Don’t give me a sarcastic answer
When I’ve pushed the rock up the hill
Don’t paint the roses red
Don’t take the crimson pill.

I check my watch and it’s all frozen
Sometimes the best choice is the one you’ve chosen.

Don’t give me a sarcastic answer
When I’ve pushed the rock up the hill
Don’t paint the roses red
Don’t take the crimson pill.

You’re out of your mind, I’m out of time.
You’re out of your mind, I’m out of time.
You’re out of your mind, I’m out of time.
Love takes me back to the cave,
TO THE GRAVE.