Don't it hurt so bad when you're standing in the sun...

You know what the sun's all about
when the lights go out.

End of the line,
you can be oh-so-mean,
I just can't see
no in between.

Gone, Daddy, Gone

Strike the lock and break the chain,

cut the strings and fake the pain.

Walk in the street or step on a crack,

you're on the road, and won't look back.

After Having Watched One Too Many Kate Nash Videos

The rubbish that you seek to clear,

leaves space I seek to fill.

That's what we do,

it's how we dance,

fill for me and I'll clear for you.

It takes two hearts to make a home,

they say,

and this is true.

But love is a many-colored thing,

I long for the red-orange hue.

Red like the hair of the girl in the sunlight,

as she spins before the espresso stand.

Orange for feeling, body electricity, the tingling through-out.

Panic

Electricity in the fingers,
and a toad caught in the throat,
a furnace in the stomach,
though I shiver in my coat.

Refrigerator Post #1

there is a woman of languid beauty

bare breast and black dress blowing

Permeated

When the body's left unguarded,

when the mind and soul are free,

sometimes infections creep in,

and they take control of me.

Infection causes clouding,

like the octopus and ink,

and inside my head, I'm drowning,

which makes it really hard to think.

You may ask, "Who's that gaping?"

and say, "It's really rude to stare."

But I'm vacant and don't notice,

not awake enough to care.

Questioning

I've loved you many times, welcomed you, if reluctantly. I open my arms and you fade. This time, maybe you'll stay.