‘light the ganja align your chakra ignite the stardust into vibrant sparklers’ my tiny dancer made out of china plaster don’t try and ask for my apartment full of final answers because the mind is darker, you can’t switch off the lights so sayonara, the space is occupied tick off your bucket list before you go kicking the bucket consider assumptions of that intricate interruption eternal, abyssal concussion, little adjustment a graveyard of embreyos, just infant incumbents literal numbers, restricting the little differences in pigment and colour stagnant on the edge, you found that the jump was a distance and to save scouring the blood in the kitchen you went and wound yourself up in that linen so save all your bronx cheers cause its been a long year spent half of that time wondering how long i got here how we all got here, how long until we are officially old-timers your harrowing pulse is the dance that my heartbeat can mimic when it folds to alzheimers hang me to dry on a nail board before i go riding a pale horse my pops had an afternoon nap the breeze never decided to change course that afternoon turned into years that etched into permanent ink watching those flights descend eased his mind to an epiphany; don’t be determined to think maybe no-ones wrong and i ain’t saying no to nodding off forever but its too hard for us to stay composed and proper with the weight of knowing lots of them had made a broken promise before we spread their burnt morale in the vacant ocean’s honour i cant stay morose and sombre, when the days can go for longer so i wrote and left these passing thoughts in davy jones’ locker when the pain we know’s forgotten, we’ll have taking over all that overcame our hopeless knowledge which remains our ode to conquer i remember papa asking how that sounds to me how it seems we carry on without a fleeting glimpse of hope or ambition of a doubtful dream, bowing down to our outer knees taking everything out of me for a salary, mandatory save the counselling for the shrouded teen wishing to find inner and outer peace within himself when he’s ginger and elderly like we’d never make you do you if you ain’t proud to be pride is just agony, they ran out of flowers and empowering fallacies jousting the bloody scalpel and dousing the towel in gasoline to cower the cowardly by burning ourselves down and out to our bare feet its just me and you, you and me some empty lungs, weary eyes and a blank computer screen and my ancestors insist that time isn't really simple but i swear i could lie with you until my skin withers into wrinkles a seperate wrinkle in time between the eye of a needle a new dimension, a tiring sequel minus the people

i been to heaven on earth on an antique beach, i’m ahead of the curve she said to follow the dirt road, to see where the earth copes a world broken into unearthed coasts, emerged folk riding their burnt coat tails, of the stirred ghosts, traversed on the bur oak with skin for a fur coat sprinting towards the lonely woods for one last laugh before a moonlit swim in the untouched glass those gradient pools; we went chasing the ghouls and their kernels of wisdom to make us the fools a streak of charcoal under your eyes, gold light bulb moment, light unfocused blushing blemishes in a bouquet of bokeh a ribald quotient, drifting at ease sinking in an infinite sea you’re just a bundle of impressions and things that you’re father said so we can skip pretending to be kindling architects i’ll sing with the narcoleptic stranger again until he fades to a breath of the bay when it rests i rest, wrestling blankets; so far from home i guess, i guess, i’m off to read beauvoir; alone distantly i hear a steam boat throttle choke coughing smoke that leaves the reef so monochrome wondering how geometry couldn't be limitless dragging a second-hand kayak to the foot of the river styx i’m inhaling tea leaves, wading a blood orange lake half my soul in my pocket, and change as the drugs oscillate waiting, i’ll paint this run-down shinkansen a mural to refract warmth off your incandescent pupils it’s hand-washed anguish, best to it air it out young girls fall on a whim so prepare a gown it’s the ocean and the broken with me nearing the outskirts of utopia, the closest we’ll be

said ‘are you one with the world?’ (ysa) i pick you up from the earth covered in dirt, some cuts have emerged colourful birds from the salt of the earth we done come from the surf, up from the burbs i’m in love with you girl, what wonderful world i cant summon the words; fireworks die in the sky while i’m striking a match boho and slo-mo and somehow i left with my eyelids intact you said i’m a loveable mister not just another barista i chuckled a bit and chucked on charlie parker, ca honey you isn't no nullarbor drifter i take you out for espresso to get you to let go i’m careful but never resentful you checking the tempo you might just get who this was sent fo’ i feel like othello but tugged by gepetto might wrestle my ego of chemical echoes i get that ‘i guess so’, might as well have said that you said so you a playwright, oo art thou i ain’t think you seen the art now turned twenty thats alarm bells emo kid from the class clown that’s word on my pa my ancestors screamed that’s what i heard from afar juniper crush, davison plums served in a jar, oh you work in a bar (brookies negroni) ain’t that the most perfect of starts arrogant lakes and copernicus stars, burning giraffes had to find a new dimension to stop running back to her but i ain’t want to leave without you so i’m coming back to earth, girl got some close friends on the sand dunes, that might be the greyest ocean the entire beach is faded, all i see is shaking glowsticks we pretend its flame emojis, for sensory validation we yet it be fascinated by genuine adoration adept at infatuation, the tide just keeps on coming up my dancer friends move their limbs as if they were in love your life is autumn rhythm my life is rust and blue even though i believed you when you said ‘i’m in love with you’ as if that was fucking true, thought i had so much to prove so broken once i knew now i just assume it’s nothing new we’re travellers yarns between bonfires walking shores together tied my arm around your waist we’re wasting time, just for a second i got arguments with flamingoes bent over backwards in limbo most underrated was ringo opposable thumbnails ingrown i was coughed up by the big smoke a couple more for the trip home the pink note is my ringtone you held me tighter than mimco might tangle our limp bones if we burn the fire longer try and stop the bleeding; feed the dying swan some ayahuasca your dilated pupils reflecting light like a wedding ring lets just trade these sweet nothings as if i was your everything rolling up the drive, you're pulling down the blinds you're always on my mind, gotta put that shit aside i'm the numb when your feeling you're my only love when i'm dreaming

rolling down cracknell childhood in your ear winding down the window so the silence whistles near i don’t like to interfere peripheral movements from behind and into clear catch them rising in the mirror from the blind and they appear so you slide it into gear hearing sirens from the rear so it’s time to disappear i think its kind of insincere, i’m kinda insecure cause i’m frightened of your fears they’re aligning in my cinematic mind your lines are so revered roll credits, it ain’t time for you to star but it’s time for you to steer now we’re flying through our years came from crying on the pier so i’m drying off your tears but your eyes are chandeliers if i stare deeply its adoration stalagmite gaze, look away cause i find it too severe i guess my mind’s your souvenir when i’m driving with you here at least everything is fine when i’m right by you my, dear right by you my, dear you asked for love by the 808’s, guess i’m here to quantise you came to watch the swans win, i came to watch the swans die affection like a bonsai, pardon my apathy drowsily rose from the ground up of a garden of apple trees are you part of the family? you a king like your father? who floats like a caterpillar, stings like departure now you drift by the charter, i’ve been missing my partner you’re in a cricketer’s arms so now i’m sinking the lagers i’ma think like i’m sartre, then live like a martyr roll a spliff and depart to an abyssal nirvana i’m somber as a judge, but i sing like sinatra so make a chink in my armour, and i’ma swing like khawaja i’ll thoroughly cherish our moments together on the floor of my apartment, we were sewn there forever i guess divide and conquer means disown and endeavour but when i see you in due years, i just hope you remember

i loved you - you were warm and shaking and wouldn’t let go i dreamt the company adieu kept i woke and stared at the floor in due kef ever since, from you i’ve heard few breaths we can die as swans on that brittle headland we can storm the beach at a languid adagio a whimsical sigh from the sea loaning cane sugar from totoro playing volleyball in ancient courtyards silent stories of trinket trades in a cocoon of appliances i incubate a granary labourer fishing for silt latched onto the still ceiling, is still feeling a heart still beating i’m still dreaming of a house on stilts dead stars that are still beaming your gaze is aurora i graze in your aura as graceful an ouroboros in rotational orbit orders uniformly is that what freud felt? the sorry ill astrologer hung in an asteroid belt the moon ascends before the mood descends i loved you - i’ve never been upbeat before reminiscing of once being yours, love theodore what a beautiful place the mangroves lucidly sway the solstice can bear the heir in you soul the salt in your hair engulfed by the shower head her spirit hangs in the flower press i swear i’m clutching at tahitian pearls drinking sencha in a terrace of geisha girls is this real or nor? imagination i never dreamed before sleepwalk, either or kierkegaard climbing ladders in one more theatre mask found her hanging next to an unworn leotard in the midst of it is dancing with maggie because sisyphus imagines us happy

weaving a dream sequence art egoistic, clutter, neon, ageing anxiety esoteric avant guard angst raps into a rectangular frame has tangled my brain i cannot feel pain, and that is a shame i’ve finally blended film and architecture with a magnifying glass to the stills of cartier-bresson but i really can’t remember if the glass the was tempered how can these unframed canvases fill my art collection? i explained to a depressed man why the summers isn't cold of those wonders i done told, he wonders if they old wondered if these thought conundrums have evolved i had a thought that was right on the tip of my tongue but it dissolved into pfizer cigarillos lost in mould wine pails but remember to refer to all the old wives tales even if that means you spend your whole life frail and you never know the secrets of the gold-lined braille asking why we’d put a mortgage on an old clydesdale why we sold white whale for a coal mine shale industrialised love letters, artificial hands to clutch temporarily into ghastly hinterlands for us to instagram. i think my dog’s a nihilist a tiny chocolate labrador you say that’s inappropriate i’d rather not be blindsided by your corrections here are my imperfections, in a dive bar mental health show and tell, who can break the wine glass? i think braque designed this atmosphere its peeling off in perfect tetrahedrons bleeding my regretful ethos my screensaver’s a flat earth panorama that was sent via satellite of a world where no-one feels oppressed by a traffic light you’re following the leader who borrows from the healer who steals sorrow from the reaper fixing odds between the dealer we should play real life hangman, that ends real sad in the hope that that line scares my friends real bad the machine gods have spoken, the escalators broken these pearly gates won’t open, so hang me with the roses post hoc ergo propter hoc and i’m a robot can’t control my thought and it go post hoc ergo propter hoc and i’m a robot can’t control my thought and it go post hoc ergo propter hoc and i’m a robot can’t control my thought and it go post hoc ergo propter hoc and i’m a robot can’t control my thought and it go

i know that you jaded baby grand for the gram you supposed to say you made it blue haze in the air you supposed to say you faded she wouldn't trade a gaze at least your face illuminated hugs tighten over time i’m in love with strangers forget me forget me your memories empty unpressed on the bedsheets my seeing is colourless breathing abrupt reading being and nothingness your kiss a material figment i barely can heal through the pictures under chameleon bridges our ethereal image talking through emojis rolling up some OG baby doesn't blow trees baby getting smoke screened elderflower spritz and a negroni reminiscing of a coast breeze dreamt of a plateau dried out and hanged in the sea followed the scent of the fireflies same thing done happened to me your papa own the airline but this gon be a new flight aisle seat, window shopping on few dimes came to see reflection under new lights you said you after a man you said you wanted a man was after a couple of grams i guess i don’t understand you said you after a man you said you wanted a man i just got cuts on my hands i guess i don’t understand let the man speak, feel like a fucking seance i frequent the early hours for my geisha girl you whip espresso like a double major wavy in the nosebleeds boy we on vacation crawling through the city like a nudist mind transfixed by the Kubrick’s my young heir rises while the moon sinks spinning wax in the club like a cubist all the young male hands doing rubix wallflowers don’t shine in the hubris blue pale, blue poles and the blue pills pushing up daises in the new fields you said you after a man you said you wanted a man was after a couple of grams i guess i don’t understand you said you after a man you said you wanted a man i just got cuts on my hands i guess i don’t understand i know you wanna go seperate ways that’s at least what i expect you to say followed your spotlight you led me astray you just as graceful as when you’re on stage arrived on the hour and left in a daze i left you an album, you left for the states i’m falling down your only still is in a gallery i’m tripping off our alchemy just sitting on the balcony considering morality crippled by the agony might kick it with the cavalry most infinite of casualties fluorescence; my opioids young akira exchanging hearts guiding lights through unfiltered subsconcious boy you done played your part

these new pills are never fun got me reconsidering everything that i’ve ever done all that anguish boiling over and you held your tongue held your breath amongst the fairy dust and severed lungs never once did i ever imagine you at my lens in a flash, like that ever would happen valium beams; i had halcyon dreams and a cowrie picked clean from the drowsiest seas i’m out on my feet, so i’m down on my knees watch me bow to the streets, you as proud as can be losing count of the sheep, rogue and powdery cheeks you were out here for keeps, flew an hour a week but we write our own monologues, we’re grown ups now and we realised ballet shoes wear out eventually but those high hopes won’t come down so we write away the joy and despair in our memories tie a knot in those stories, forget that knots fray stop, wait, remember we never ever forget a thing forget that last thought, forget that we forget and suddenly remember we remember everything. level a dose of amphetamine for the chemist’s dreams and roll the evergreen into origami and let it breathe breathe in the sedatives, send me to heaven reading the sentiments, barely a mention of anything thats meant to be watch the smoke screen, we don't know things watch the smoke scream, i swear we know things but is there architecture in the afterlife? in ten thousand years nobody will quote hamlet shanghai will be a graveyard of old materials a second pangea for the labyrinth slums genetics are just malleable skin based on algorithms i’m kicking plastic bottles off the golden gate and i might just jump to conclusions to see the view from a firefly’s eyes time won’t tell but hindsight might these new pills are never fun got me reconsidering everything that i’ve ever done

baby don’t be nervous i’ll love you til its curtains yeah i see you and your lips quiver go tread this earth with purpose my heart like funeral ceramics, and lilies had to mend it wonder how we’re held accountable by a myriad of seconds just trying to keep the tunes knocking confined within our shoeboxes you grew up on a white surplus well fed on those blue lobsters white collars and white scholars and no violence to hold your tongue so don’t pretend to be art-minded when its so clear you’re culture numb still hang-gliding through hairdryers and french diners and spare tyres and tired spares and fair flyers and campfires and satire there’s a pair of lovers out there that could be happy in every nook and cranny of our tired coast of shook and angry wooden stand-ins, burning matchstick bridges stitch the brooklyn traffic cross shibuya on your own, your crueler magic could be tragic bullets dancing in the breeze, i miss dancing with my holly’s sharing mandi’s and my mollies with my angie’s and my bonnie’s now i’m standing in the lobby, dumbfounded in the folly the calmest shriek you’ve heard, i just happen to be sorry and that has to be a worry, pretty sure i’m a kid still us soaring kites will fall from heights and then hang in the windmills staying wishful, a penny for your angst you wish that kid would confetti in the air and it smells like driftwood put your hands in the air then smell the minerals sixty frames on your eyelids and they’re precious crystals, drunk fool what has our world come to louis armstrong i loved you three words you couldn’t adjust to you're parting words, they cut through but i’m just bruised, my blood’s rogue and your blood’s blue, though it rung true there’s still hope in my young wounds there’s half a breath in my frail lungs, still a spring in that two step two left feet in those dumb boots, weighing up what to do next, just everything around me suddenly appears as futile but my friends are oblivious maybe i can’t hear the bugles dilate those weary pupils; could wash them out with that gorgeous dread could widen them with small talk instead, walk the breadth of the shore that kept us bounded to the seaside, in those home comforts we found gold a one bedroom beach shack, we could weld souls in that household curl your toes off the cliff, jump off, dare you to scream at the abyss and say i’m just not scared of you we could graze the altitude in one hot air balloon and tumble from the basket singing love songs, clair de lune young, lost parachuters, sub-plot; there’s the moon! the nihilists, they come from one strong granfalloon blood clots; ambiguity, in turn’s a mystery a paradox of thought that can align in perfect symmetry this grief is so soothing, an unusual sting we’re mutual beings that love, we’re beautiful things, and the beautiful thing is we die so we’ll never see the end we're euphoric in the tragedy, hysterically content