Told you so

I would like one more chance
To show you Ill do it all again
In months or years
But guarantee to confirm
Your familiar fears
You have
I Guaranteed to do it all again
I’m 100% reliable in morbid self attention
And the mothering invention
Of feathered wings
Too far out of reach
Six foot under
My tongue is died by bleach
The first cut
And the second time around
The cliché leaving lover songs
I found them in the loft
But no record brings her back
No sap weeping wood
No barking bark should
Change
Her senses muffled
Her truffles troubled
When I spoiled her
I spoiled her
Spoiled her
Stained her
Drained her
And lou reed came on
Saying how you reap what you sow
And I noticed barley mow had been
Overnight
Planting shafts of corn
And in the sun dawn
The bed was empty
I half turned
A plenty
In the night
Morn finds me unrefreshed
And a nightmare dressed me
In dreams caressed me
In church had blessed thee
And never left me
In fact bereft me
Indeed scoop me Jesus

I come from nowhere

The loftlight shone,
The cloud had parted or gone
my only heaven open
difficult which
There became a glitch in natural programming
Jesus
Self destruction
Ascending hatch
The loft
And perhaps a draughty place
To retreat
Neck tethered, purling stout
Yes retreat
The first thing you saw
A pair of dangling feet
Rigid in time
Undiscovered for ages
Gelatine and cornea
In a fixed stare
Ever so sad
As potent as to turn you black

the note simply said
'Yes'




(yes) 8th feb 2008