Overland The desert sands are born A not too brief exchange The details somehow got relayed Neither of us were born to believe this But you made the first
Younger one Darkly tanned, chewing gum Mint on her mischievous tongue Mingling with a taste of tin on her gums Each layer removed revealed A paler shade
We shared a bed but never touched Next time we compensated in a rush. We're showing no signs of fatigue I've got a friend to act as a go-between. There
Questing, I am not coasting Nor will I ever Despite this weather I said.. Hey you, what's new? I know your face Hey you, what's new? Let's go some place
You're looking so pleased with yourself I'm gonna come over there and wipe that smile off your face... petty crimes in your leisure time You struggled
Let's go back to your house And finish off the gin In your dishevelled room We're gonna wash ourselve in sin Oh, it's criminal When you whisper in my
mystery The noise traveled a hundred miles Cursing through memory Came for a Thursday afternoon Before the time that you withdrew Why can't we always meet Under a cloud of mystery (Thanks to Maximo
How many words did you come up with today? How many words do you want to hear tonight? You flare up but beneath lies defeat. I see your eyes now and they
The comforting ache Of the summer holidays Pointless days pining Afternoons whining The suburbs scream At passers by They scream of escape Muted sirens
Here?s a song that finally you can understand A minor statement meant to counteract the bland A list of wraithlike things That quicken the heart Find
The overlap The dyed glass The centrepiece Sewn-up Solarised A Dividing line Like a cog Standing still Follow me down this rope ladder Our bodies becoming
In a fortnight's time You will be mine I'll bide my time Your a paradime Of woman kind You could be mine I distrust myself But I've got to try I catch
Bury me Like a dangerous waste I'll lay dormant For a thousand years But it's like dismanteling A decommissioned spacecraft Some parts you can't destroy
I?m not a man, I?m a machine Chisel me down until I am clean I buy books, I never read And then (I?ll) tell you some more about me Beneath the concrete
Night falls and towns become circuit boards We can beat the sun as long as we keep moving From the air, stadium lights stand out like flares And all I
Modern architecture Already left to decay You don't know what you're breathing in What it is, I couldn't say We'll meet in russian literature For floode
You don't have to deny your urge, It doesn't make you bad. On our admission the make weight's lifted, Stop dwelling on the past. I think about the three
Parisian skies, Shadows beneath your eyes, All we have is now, And the arc of your brow You came to leave these shores, You had an inkling in your pores