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