Upstairs At San Diego.

Goodbye little dream, never came to stay, I’m cursing through my day as all my dirty thoughts come clean and it was so unlike me, and I did it on a whim, but it’s like hanging out in the ocean, and hoping she’ll go for a swim.

I’ll succeed if I ever imagine a beautiful cavern like she did, and she’s galloping red about ten years ahead so I jump back to the day, ambition didn’t stay so I curse back to a dream cos I prefer to live behind a myth where I can at least come clean with how I feel, endurance is a beast

‘If I die before I wake I’ll try my best to stay up late’ and force myself into a cove of steady hope that you curate

And if the silver bullet reluctantly takes me from black and white to blue, we might as well waste our time when there’s not much else to do

here I remain with a stomach ache each biding hour, outside the wind smelt like talcom powder, and I was so fed up of this early century theme, Until the hallway smelt of when I was thirteen

and it took me back, right back through museums and awkward places, and breezy afternoons and pale light

things can fall into place as you go along, desire doesn’t go back to where it once came from, it’s funny how the tides of existence turn

and it took me right back and now I’m wondering about strangers just because, and the smell of the snooker room before I knew what that smell was

In weathered memory

I can think back to the potent car comittee

and I loved her like a storm loves a city.

Expensive Bracelet Avenue.

Down with saturday and I could just hope

for anything other than the view of battleship sea

Drunk and dancing

well winter comes as we speak and the cheeks

grow cold when they long for the glitter of fame in HD

windows aint made for dreams

look back inside

Meanwhile the one with the striped shirt

and the guilt of younger times comes to perform

the opposite of a miracle

three days after I was born a lion was taunted in a cage somewhere sunny

there was a date in the corner of the screen

90s arcade haze ain’t made for a dream

so down with monday

I felt pressure from the woodsounds in the night

the door makes a squeak when her sighing nostalgia isn’t right

I don’t think I can keep being worried anymore

there’s too many things to try and say

NEED that cool breeze of adventure come again

sometimes control the thoughts of the future you attract

one step forward 85 miles back

Growing.

Everything’s growing,

growing in the gloomy distant thunder,

growing in bridges under

growing in the shine of glass

City’s rumble as we pass

growing on the highway yonder

growing in the subway’s timbre

growing on the dusty grey litter path

If we’re growing all the time soon we’d reach full height

if we’re seeing with our eyes then we’re running out of sight

But it matters now and try we might

to outgrow dark and outgrow light.

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A Ladder

A ladder, all covered in red

we danced up in wood and fire crackles; bronze//gold//Auburn

something in the grooves

we talked down in the brush and shelter; sprawled leaves and death lizard

a far more expressed wish is a car door that’s best left with a

Half-torn dark stress river.