Tuesday, 18 January 2011


[soon to be made into a bangin choone by James Dee and The Dinosaurs]

We walked
Against a backdrop
Of dusty mind’s works and words.

We spun
Those lines
These lies
With the awkward ease
Of the frightened bird’s
Flight from falling trees.

Her mind
His words
And the gap inbetween
Blue hues masking
Silent clues
Slipping through cracks
In the pavement.

We walked
Slower then faster
Then slower again
Than the ticks of clocks
And the beats of wings.

Feed me your thoughts
And I’ll foster your feelings.
Under thickening feathers
I’m keeping them safe.

Hidden down rabbit holes
My truth hibernates.

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