Boycott

It has been raining hot pennies
We wrap the sliver infinity loop around our wrist
Like a party balloon
She squeals
Claps her hands 
Now we can fly to the sky
Blancmange and jelly glistens in our shoes
I do not remember how we found the shoes
Or how we got outside

Everything is sweet and heavy when the powder rains
Nice though
Like cold pennies on hot thighs  

I am a magpie
She squeals
Rustling the paper bag
Scavenging scouring singing
It annoys me
But I will eat the candy she collects
Serve it on our demon plates
Eat it with our ascension spoons

When we eat
It tastes like poison
Nice though
Like lucky pennies in a pie 

I wash the eye lash down the sink

please please please

My final prayer seems so farcical 
Everything I dismiss boycott and need
Gifted to a drain

It has been raining hot pennies
We catch them like a gift

waiting waiting waiting

We don’t know what to do.

Hallowed

She opened my soul with a two pence coin
Same as she opened the bathroom door

Time crawls up my shirt 
White beetle
Clickety-click on the hunt

The stain of the thrill dribbles down my hands
Shotgun cake gobbled down

I dropped myself on the toilet floor 
I don’t think I can go back

Funny how place gets stuck
But everyone has gone

We ran I ran we all ran out

I unfold the map
In the centre of the train
Maybe the blue pen wrote an answer
Tucked it in between the shallow lines

Time crawls inside me
Black beetle
Gnawing to the centre of my bones
Biro spider up my arm
Save me 
Kill me
All the same request
Stop

We are going on a powder hunt
Whack dabble what a blast  

I dropped myself on the toilet floor 
I don’t think I can go back

It really is a skill
As if to run is to reveal

You are my hallowed secret

You opened my soul with a two pence coin
Same as you opened my bathroom door.

Pin Up

We are going on a bicycle ride
Prick up your hair
Pin back your skin

You dropped the keys
Such a silly mistake

The reply was short
Left in a tray
It made us feel quite quarrelsome

I will carry an opiate bloom
Pretty and dead
As my wedding bouquet 

I keep dark safer than you
A neat little row
Like the hem of a dress
Pinning us together 

My reply was liberal
Left like a message under stone
It made me feel quite happy

Let’s eat blue ice cream laced in liquor under the sun
Stay a while in the alley
It is cool 
Laced profane delicious

There are dragons on the roof 
And fairies in the fire

I don't like her
The fury cleaner 
Dust and cheese in the pie

Cleaners destroy all evidence
Metal or flesh or souls 

The days are long 
The windows  gone

Girls have shields
Boys have swords

Nobody beats time

We are going on a bicycle ride
Prick up your hair
Pin back your skin

You dropped the keys
Such a silly mistake

Now I will lock myself out.

Buzz

The electricity fits for a second
Then it goes away

We are hanging out
With creature

Close the doors
Batten the hatches
Alice is coming to play

This is no more magic 
Than falling in a dream 

The clouds descend
Our heads jump up
Hackle cackle tackle 
Our passion underground

Her pockets swarm with made up names
My belly grows a magic forest 

He counts the items
Five six seven
Dancing a storm in the chemical aisle
Electric humming background
Fuzz buzz dust

We must we must

The tills are moving slowly
Please forgive the delay

We stay a while and sway and pray 
All is well inside our cell 
As long as words will always stay

The spider weaves colour
Writes tomorrow on the wall
We steal her web
Connive and thrive as if we are wise 
And well inside

No mistaking coming down
Bad black back
All bad things must go one day 

They must they must

The electricity fits for a second
Then it goes away.

Fraught

Fraught is the silent endurance
Of being home
But not home
Time slipping but stuck
Grazed skin lies
Played over and over again
Gravel scraping down bones
So I don't know me or why or how

Honourable is the silent endurance
Of being home
But not home
Of wanting to wash in powder and dust
But sitting on my hands
Alice bound tightly in the back of my throat
waiting waiting waiting
To explode

To do what I want

Nocturnal is the silent endurance
Of being home
But not home
Not able to move or scream or stretch

To do what I want

I ache and wait for the night and the day when I will be safe and sure as a snake
Basking in my candy venom
Home in me on me all about me

That is what I want.

Corner

The day gathers in the corner of my mouth

High or dead
It changed my life

This is the same room
No side clip piece eclipse at the back of my throat

I shot Alice
Cemented her 
Into the corners of this house
This dream
This mouth

High or dead 
She changed my life

She stumbles tumbles trips
Holding her head
Right into my arms

I made her stay
I need need needed her

I can manufacture a secret they will want to steal
I will never give her up this up us up

I choose this
The same room

A million lacklustre dreams swept under powder covers

I hike her little blue dress
Wipe the tears spilling down her cheek with the dirty white frills

Honor her
Absolve her
Love her

I ask for nothing more

The day gathers in the corner of my mouth

High or dead
I changed my life.

Guard

I wash 
The instruments of my work
In the sink
With the red
And the skin

Black magdalene afternoons

This is where he gets a little dusty
This is where I get a little eerie

In the first place I forgot 
In the second I tried to remember 

Trespass sings out in the middle of the night
You learn to run when the bombs stop falling

He could not have placed it any better
The powder falls like devils dust 
The clarity of 163

It's nothing
It's nothing
My eye pokes out the sky

I do not want to give you the stained cheque
Clean the mirror with my old sock
Make it shine
Clear as Jesus
Translucent in the water

Cold cut
Veins
Yellow painted on my head

My body may be tagged and buried
But I will never go between the white walls 
Not again

Hot
Cold
Travels up the brain

A little magic key
A little magic girl
Who writes herself in powders and in potions 

Tomorrow will be what it decides to be
We will keep guard of it
Ask for nothing more

Keep the instruments of our work clean

Black magdalene afternoons.

Rain

The man in blue waves 
Asks for shoes you can wear in the rain
We put cement in our boots
Jump in puddles

Watch me dance outside in my imaginary sun
My hair silver
Your bones gold
Simple ghosts
Blinded on a mission

I will clear our history
Like scraping toast off butter
Heave-ho reality down the drain
Catch it in our fingers
Such a funny game
It dribbles down arms 
Filthy as wax
On a blood night

I cannot reach me

We will catch flies
Eat them for tea
Do you see the blue bottles
Such a funny game

We will rub honey in our skin
Light a candle
Scale a hill
Check for ragged flesh

check
check
dripping 
down

Catch our soul in an umbrella 
Wrap our dreams up in a cape

The man in blue waves 
Asks for shoes you can wear in the rain
We put cement in our boots
Jump in puddles

I think he was 
Check
Check
Checking
On me

Such a funny game.

Granite

There is a yellow bird who lives next to me
She comes in the sun
Five am
Sleep leaves
Taken by the hand of dreams

The box of colour
Shouts next door
The lid brackets
Peck peck pecking
Open me up
Open me up 

White leather baby shoe
Lost in the pebbles
A clock stuck at twelve
Insignificant 
Unless you add it up

The light hurts
I am not in yellow like the bird
Maybe I am blue or black
Something heavy in my pockets 
Stones and powder gathered at the bottom

In my throat
In my breath
In my head

don’t think
don’t think

We are now frying new potatoes
No one hears the angels panic
At five am the silver chimney pot glows like a godless chalice

There is a yellow bird who lives next to me
She nods 
One half gone
One half left

Where am I, I ask her
She nods
I divulged the truth into myself

don't think
don't think

I remember now
I resolved to dissolve quietly on her lips
Gentle as powder
Tough as granite.