VERSE 1 .....Rosie was a girl But she didn't know , The right way or the wrong way to go So she was there at the back of the room thinking , is it too late or , is it too soon? Down under the layers, There was no way , So -she had to sleep with Her eyes open And she was there at the back of the room , Holding her hands open to you VERSE 2 .....It takes time baby Don't you rush hush I'll be a boy for you So you can break thru Hold your hand so you can go there I won't tell an

I invoke the sky trigger , wriggle on a high rigger Glitter , graf , grime , giggle , little café crime signal: I wake up to hear the sound of the sky, Clouds purring round my head , a blue light. Awaken to see the sight of the day Twisting its curls in a world held at bay. How many trolls in the misty mines muttering? See the drip !drip! of the candlewax guttering. Rats and mice, live , in the spice rack rattling, Sister clicks click in a rapid , racking smattering. Catc

Me and Dave, yeah we walked thru the maze, by the caverns and curls and the caves I was amazed - set astray, we wandered thru the night and the day, set alight as we waved at the gulls on their way, CHORUS ----yes we did pass go , we did collect two hundred pounds we did walk , we did run , set our weapons on the ground.----- Yeah me and Pete ,set our feet on the street , wove a walk as we talked , left and right all the night. the people they are speaking ,holding hands

The brain rejects, the camera intersects- we unfold ,unfurl, forget future files of twisted text. next page i purify my pineal gland- hand in hand we walk the winter lands of stolen sands. what lives washed away, by the mind of a maze- as days turn to scars born, on skin torn from a bedroom wall. walk a while, pass a pile of long lost , double crossed diaries, dust brushed an acre aches pass by me; in ancient land cerebral lakes washed out to see. Make the most of memory, bef

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Round our way They lurk in doorways Catch a couture newspaper bed place And just like any morning in any weird town what kind of world holds its people upside down? Did you watch the hundred kids tv shows? Even in the shop couldn't stop his beard grow And how many rodents , could fit in this lift? So what if you wanted to paint your own lips ? I dream of shoes that don't fit and mouths that don't spit and roads with no grit And great grated cheddar did you ever try- Spin drie

I'm candlelit in the caravan , It's raining heavy knocks on the door, The rats have chewed gaps , in my shoes and my scraps, and left footprints all over the walls. 'I came to this lonely place to find The voice of my heart', she wept in rhyme- The undergrowth hides The secrets of tribes, a sequence of lives I'm speaking my lines , I'm seeking to strive An' I'm creaking my bones never felt together til I was alone. The secrets of stones the hours I roam, no streetlights to gr

I stood in the dark. The only person among the pines. Spiked spine - Staring straight against the North sky. Coarse eyes , caught cries , Of leaves leaving home for the first time, And hitching a ride with the wind. Triplets and twins map a journey That churned me, My heart flew with them , My heart flew with them , and I heard me . A silent soliloquy . It cut so deep I saw the capillaries. Calling me , The tallest tree screams , As the lightening strikes him. Reams and reams

In bed with Orchid Her silk blossom skin . I'm melting in her eyes To let her begin. In bed with Orchid, She's barely in the room, She's staring at the ceiling, She's gonna be here soon. I , oh I beseech the light, My eyes fell open , Broken and wild, I look to you but I don't know why- I see you and I start to cry. And oh - when you hold my hand When you hold my hand. In bed with Orchid, Her eyes breathing you, She's looking in the mirror, She don't know what to do. In bed

A poem about a journey into the underworld....