Marrow
(There's always another way.)
Wonder where fortune will turn
Paris glows and London burns as you
Wonder why all marrow hides
In the bones of neophytes
Hollywood Has Ended
Leaving fires untended
Crying down the phone
Hollywood now has ended
We're in this on our own
Touching for a reminder
That feelings still can feel
Hollywood now is over
Bought it for a steal
If I could move I'd disapprove
I'd be the gallows entertainer
You give no thought for what we ought to be
We always shall remain here
Cell Count
Pulses traced a vigil
The night you were pushed asleep
Pupils watched indifferent
Taking notes on virgin sheets
It's amazing what they can do to you
They had fed you light that
Hurt but did not leave a mark
They said inflammation
Was a sign of bravery
Some Blue Hive
When you knock on the door
With the poise of a saint
When your scarf falls away with a flick and a sway
There are suddenly reasons to wait
In a flying machine
A revelatory scene
Comes with synchronised pain and a chance to stay sane
Throwing grappling hooks 'round your waist
Some blue hive knows where we have gone
Wait for help to come
With a mouth for a gun
You're the deadliest one
There were three in the pride and the little one died
It was weeks before someone realised
See it's never too late
Not to rise to the bait
Not to open your eyes to the grease and the lies
To the stains on the theatre floor
Some blue hive knows where we have gone
To prowl the skies and
Wait for help to come
Ceiling Poem
You're not flying in my skies again
Not after that landing
Or that skewed approach
You're not getting off the ground this year
Limitless corrosion
Questionable skills
You woke up in a cotton-white cube
Clutching hand-forged papers
Muttering callsigns
You were found in numerous back streets
Holding an umbrella like a satellite dish
Alexanderplatz
Chance folds you in a bed mirrored miles
But no sleep until chemistry smiles
You can never close eyes until you understand
The scale, the rust and concrete
No pharmacies this side of the wall
Just alleys onto which you fall
Crushed by the wheels of it all
You can never come back until you understand
The scale, the rust and concrete
There are horrors and joys and human things
Whoring inside ghosts of industry
77 Hours
Newsmen grope for words
While the ones who felt it bleed
Pray that it's too late
To receive an amnesty
Drawing Maps From Memory
Waiting for the details to come back
Slices of old events rearranged to form a circle
In a square
We're evading this appointment to define
The geometry makes it hard to judge
Wade a little deeper, race the tide
An escapologist needs no key and no equipment
We, it seems, catch these intricate diseases
Where you'll find no defence against
Errors in every plan
Ritual
Flowers to celebrate
Always by your side
Cotton for purity
Wrap the blushing bride
(Choking back tears
Of joy and fear
We are glad, we're so happy you're safe
Choking back tears
The rot of years, is it too late
Can you still change your mind? No.)
Light makes soft shadows hurt like teeth
Wherewith to crack our almighty seed
