dying dream collage

A Bed By A Window

 

My life is wasted on you now

On you now

My heart is porous in the ground

Under statues of the naked form

And purple heather

My eyes are filled with copper coins

 

Taking refuge here beside you 

For just one lonely minute

Hand in hand till death

a bed by a window

You moistening my lips

 

Oh it’s gone

 

Comfort and Wavelength 

 

Its on its on its on

its a recommendation now

then i see your eyes light up

before we’re gone too far

And I got no ambition now

just put something that you’d like on

 

when we are together

When we are too high

i just wanna stay out all night

 

a puzzle with no pieces

Washing on the line 

I just wanna buy more time 

 

get a little bit loud

Turn it a little bit down

We don’t want to wake the neighbours

any time or right now

 

just talking smoking drinking all night

Stuck in the bathroom lightning outside

Lost in the mirror turning the light off

 

just talking smoking drinking all night

at the vanguard of the tenement life

Burning the candle empty in the night hour

 

you’re picking blackberries in a briar patch

I’m pouring wavelength upon wavelength

I’m assembled on subliminal assembly lines

you’re going raving at the weekend

 

There’s something happening now tonight

Sirens passing trailing off like sunken ships in the night

In the roaring motorbikes outside

Let me know when you get home

Only saying that because

 

Somebody loves you

 

A Bicycle Parked By St. Peters Square 

 

The miles

The miles are long

Knowing what you can’t do

Got to find another home

Don’t even worry

Too much

Pass the scattered tulips

Or write another song

 

There’s no two ways out of this violent storm

But to try to find a way to carry on

 

You were walking on the water

So lost

Write another bible

To find another cost

Better late than never

To give it up

Life has a way of catching on

 

No two ways out of this violent storm

But to try to find a way to carry on

 

Want you to know that 

Its gonna be there

When get to where you’re going now

 

Pink Hair

 

Reeboks

Roll ups

mental notes

Paper fortune future holds

You’re the river from which others flow

The windows into secret souls

 

The Pink hair

In a crowd

Who throw up all their hands in awe

The late shift

In a store

Where the Nights and weeks go slow

 

it as If I’m seeing double now

It’s hard to say

Tonight 

If I’m on my way

No one knows the trouble now

It’s hard to say 

Goodbye/Hello 

on this street

 

Can I get a light

Can I get a light

We throw up all our hands in awe

 

Can I get a light

Can I get a light

Tonight

Catch me feeling old

 

Taking Photographs 

 

Waking up in the morning

Radio singing it’s hello

brushing your teeth 

coordinating clothes

Locking the door and

Ratlling keys eating buttered toast

Passing the garden 

Smoke alone

 

Empty fireworks in flower beds

drizzle from the sky

Headphones on

Take a train through the city now

 

It goes oh la la la

We’re taking photographs

 

As soon as I wake the city is singing out la la la

 

Now we’re at the movies

Now we’re in a line

Now we’re by the railroad tracks

Now we’re at the shrine

 

A Catherine wheel

blueberry horizon 

jelly and ice cream for two

An apple tree

A snap of the garbage shoot

It’s all ok

Dreams rarely come true

But if I had my way

Its all that I’d do

I would always remain in this way

For you

 

It goes oh la la la

We’re taking photographs

 

As soon as I wake the city is singing out la la la

 

Untitled (Flowers and Mushrooms)

 

Here I go 

Trying to be good to you

Try to help you out

as people often do

 

Sentiment

Overcompensates

For what you really know

We can never say

 

There it is

Some things never change 

One mans autumn leaves

Is another’s age

 

there you are

feeling old

always chasing rainbows

always blowing dandelions

 

everybody’s drinking/dreaming

everybody’s ocean blue

nobody is talking

In a cardboard city built on yesterday’s refrains

 

The years 

Have sprung like mountaintops

all the the flowers g one

all the mushrooms come

 

There

Finally opened up

I’d held onto that 

For so long

 

Untitled (Dream Sequence)

 

Sunset cast as the ingenue

In a flower arrangement

You’re Collecting yourself on the Bathroom floor

It’s like something is guiding us

Beyond that veil

Harbingers are a Knocking on the doors

 

Then the groves fill with oranges

that overflow in your hands

And so many fanciful flights gone bad

Then our time wounds eternity

You run out in the night

Then I’m standing beside you now

In the pouring rain

 

Leaving a Screening of ‘The Searchers’ in 1956

 

I left you in the morning,

In a dream just soft and deep

I left you drinking coffee

In the rain that drowned the street

I left you on a Tuesday

In the bar you sat and read

I left you on the bus at night

 

Walking out of the cinema 

In Nineteen Fifty Six

Having seen the searchers

On the street we shared my mints

Beeping yellow taxis

in rain and lights are read

A car ran through a puddle

when you left me standing there

 

A Silver Watch on The Dressing Table  

 

Used to love you so much now I hardly feel it

Praying rain dance so that i’ll receive it

Broken silver watch on the night stand

In the underpass walk past painted murals

 

Drinking whisky and water to numb this pain

watching all the games that i can’t play

You’re a Swimming pool I wish I could just fall in

Jumping off the kerbstone laughing

 

wanna feel your love

wanna feel your love

wanna feel your love

but I’m not

I’m not

If I ever was

If I ever was

 

Give me on more life now now

One more life with you

Give me one more try

One more try with you

The game is up and I lost my heaven mode

All Galaxies in hands of generals

 

On a barbed wire fence

where yellow ribbon tatters blew

intertwining legs

in sensory depravation pool

walking home with your number in the phone

All I Night think you won’t answer when I call 

 

Give me on more life now now

One more life with you

Give me one more try

One more chance with you

The game is up and I lost my heaven mode

A sunset death is best life lets you know

 

A Painting in The Gallery

 

You’re making Warm Apricot Cake

Or strawberries and cream

Hold Conversations in the dark

 

Bathing in a cool lake

Eating Pancakes Sunday Morning

With Butter and Raspberries on Top

 

You come alive

In the gallery

In moonlight

 

I heard you singing in the Garden

Dreaming in the rain

I saw you kissing the midnight air

 

Peach picking in an orchard

where the petals are falling

Like a snow storm love note prayer

 

You come alive

In the gallery

In moonlight

 

Just for one moment

I’m with you

in the carriage of a train

reading the newspaper

passing garden bloom

and allotments

 

You come alive

In my gallery

In moonlight

 

The Moment of Closest Approach

 

Hospital bed reality

Every night you’re in my dreams

watching the solar system in the round

 

A Monolith of memory

walk 20 miles on Aching feet

a freakout in the city of light

 

Sweet summer nights

Mausoleum mystic show me a sign

 

A bird flies out of the dark

Through a great stone hall

All is warmth, all is light

For a brief moment that was life

 

The moment of closest approach

A gold and diamond bridal broach

Lost with heavy metaphors on the beach 

 

By an old gregorian church

Hot steps sat watching the birds

Amass, then scatter

 

Sweet summer sights

Little cherry on a toothpick show me a sign

 

A bird flies out of the dark

Through a great stone hall

All is warmth all is light

For a brief moment that was life

 

A bird flies out of the dark

Through a great stone hall

All is warmth all is light

For a brief moment that was life

 

The Dead are Always Watching

 

Bluebirds in the Sky for the dreamers

Black cats in the street for the sads

Blackbird on the roofs

and that look that never lasts

And lets hope it doesn’t go too fast

 

Starlight on the trees for the heavenlarks

Moonlight and love songs through the wires

The dead are in dark

Watching on

But never knowing us

Just following

All summer long

 

Dragonflies on

Hanging Laburnum take flight

Ghosts in the night

Go walking on the shore

 

The Ballroom Scene

 

*

 

Life is Just a Song

 

I was walking slowly down to new horizons 

when I came upon this place

Old chestnut trees 

over the flower market

one handshake in space

 

vast sunlight on a window pane

polysomatic as the golden grain

gay men dancing on the stoops of brownstone houses

Soft women bathed in milk

 

Homeless asleep in the park

Old Graffiti on the walls

Have I ever told 

You that

 

Life is just a song

life is just a song

we while away and while away then all sing along

life was just a dream

won’t tell you now just what it means

we whine away

whine away 

then split at the seams

 

where do we get together

to spend our final days

Just to crawl out the grave

where people dance  the night away

 

Life is just a song

life ism just a song

we while away and while away then all sing along

life was just a dream

won’t tell you now just what it means

we whine away

whine away 

then split at the seams

 

Watercolour Bluebells, in The Brush at Dusk

 

There are bluebells

In wild hills

Brought on

via dawn

 

It gonna keep us

occupied 

And real

Liminal

 

bees 

Float across

 lavender

And meadowsweet

 

The truth is 

hard to prise

With Flora and fauna

In your eyes

 

So how’d you know where we are

The weimeraner in the field

 

So how’d you find out where we were

Climbing Stiles toward

Where the deer run

 

Till it’s gone

Till it’s gone

Words and happiness

you saw us

With binoculars

 

The Shop Window Scene

 

The moon is up

In the sky

Clouds are forming round

People talking

Passers by

A suitcase on the ground

 

All the smiling faces

In perfect stasis

of everyone you love

Are in the shop window scene

They’re here to wave you on

 

I’m so glad to see ya

How ya doin?

How long has it been?

It’s been three years since we all met up

We must do that again.