Dancing in the car park, I’d have liked that,
music balanced on the car hood.
You and I working out how to move each other
slowly, one step at a time, without pain.
Watching meteors shower through night sky,
I’d have liked that too; sparks of wild
destiny zinging from the frightening void, me
curled into your shoulder, everything and nothing.
V3 on site ... sorry!
Easy to attract kind-less control, swallow it
for healing later. He asks if I could drop
the poetry, emotion, joy and soul
that compel me to drive storms, make
love in stars and smile at random
black holes trying to be bright. Lighten up,
I reply through clouds and fuzzy dreams.
My beat’s a crazy crow in a quantum heart;
I absorb sunlight intravenously, dance
in the car park to a rhythm that defies you
every time. By the way, that’s my flame
melting your achilles’ grip to ironic dust.
alien birdsong ... not a direct soundtrack, just a by the way ...
now the night is awesomely indifferent,
a voyeur star-ing down, unsisterly,
thought slips on edgy gravel underfoot,
dice rolling echoes into silence;
it's time to spin like dust ...
escape in the rise of alien birdsong,
shiver through each tonal beauty
beside yours, so painfully untouchable
think i may have sorted out the volume issue!
yep it was my fault (not enough clicking on the sound editor boxes)
the text is here
i think it's a rubbish last line btw *grin
this is an older poem written with performance in mind, never thought i'd do it though *heh