a scoundrel river
ripples its scales
with shipes in shapes
plying its swerve
the serpent fire
like diamonds
and pearls
with funnels
and whistles
steaming their swirls

Beneath the leather
polished shoes
the bones of iron
tremble
Lorrys and motorcars
in the lonely torment
gush past in slipstream
rush
and the gulls cry
like pans call
drifts against
the lull of the
pure ragged clouds

Anger like an anchor
and anguish like
clipped wings
burns a hole in pages
scalded
the steady font

"its all here"

a deposit key

the pounds collected
its not money that
fuels life in Lovesick
sacks of coal
to pressure
boilers of thrust
in a world of Grey
but depravity and lust
and the rebuke
too often
after the savage
lending
the poverty of
desire smouldering
like a hotplate
on fire
The sleeplacked
nite
and scars
across the brain
the addiction
mending like
bruises and
rashes

the crash
reverie
the boot crumples
the open door
scrapes sparks
the bonnet gone
the Bobbies will
be here

Its time

Lean Lean forward
into freedom
one last time
no arms to fall
into
No restraining
of power
no nothing but
the wind
against the
formality
and senseless
ache
and anger
and rage
tumbling
a tiny stage
upon a tiny
day
shiny like the
buttons done
up neat
the shoes laced
right

and its a mistake
in the flat
the number
was misplaced
the messages
come in
a fortnight
missed

I need U
I love U
Im arriving
Meet me

desending
through the
styx process
the labirynth of
lattice the
bridgwork throws

Freedom Never
Felt So Good

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