IIISkinVocals

All I could have had All I could have been Now must be laid to rest Or carried in my genes Yes, truly I am glad My heart is ever theirs’ They took a little piece of it And gave me joys and cares How can two such things exist When but woman is in your midst? It is because this woman is a mother And that means many things, Dear.

You could be sleeping Adrift in dreamy depths But the dirge of my weeping Spells your certain death Soft and cool amongst torrid life Smooth to make my heart flutter With a honeyed agony that goes Beyond cutting, deeper than through And whys and fairs are lost under the weight of the bough We can’t breathe My darling little boy How did we get here? So many sweet yesterdays But no more shall appear

The snaking prints of tyres, Perilous, Demagogus the dogeared doge and magi Has a persuivant poultice to govern our daily pollute And we the darling daughter, shall be resolved in coils of paid love. A gauze across eyes A gaze to keep out flies! Yet leeching from beneath the surface Tars us: ...Pestilent truth gnawing ears of cornea -Regret innocent reticent scenting The bedlam miasma; burgeoned cornicopea Ever blown, never echoing, the shrieks of the cut satyr’s horn, the scream of a wreck Alarm on metal-glass canyon stirs and froths , and our toil is troubled. While wands of wind wing birds yonder to last refuge of Cape Sorrel On an

 One's eyes have gone to darkness His head dipping to the land of nod Soon his friend shall join him, yes In a place not seldom trod Close by another is losing Her eyes murmur far far away Jaw slackened, finger perusing A mystery of teeth and play A step forward, then three back A cramped man strives to stretch his back Yet he remembers the hot day And sits still, lest he might crack But a stone's throw now left Two girls grunt, chitter turned to mumble Long past are the quick glances forward Though not as long as when attention crumbled The clicking of fingers Drumming off time away A wonder of devices Mechanical motives,

Boredom grips them They slouch within vices Unable to feed their own Darkness holds them Not enough to hide Not enough to show Why are they there? Does the man over there know? At the front of the hall A living corpse he stands Yet none can stand him Should he not fall? His words are non sensical He have sense to see this Every slurred syllable identical Ringing clear as obsidian The night is drawing, curtains, idle hands The bell is ringing, he's oblivious The birds are singing so obsequious Does not the sweet sound of sleep subdue him? And are the rest not taken away? Is all rest taken by the wicked?

I am the moon tonight Perched alone in a silvery blackness So far from the stars And not one cloud passes I do not feel I am weightless and cold I am the sentinel For what do I watch? I wait in suspense Suspicion all but shrouds Painfully obvious But to anyone that knows It is merely from reflection That you see me shine It is a wonder you see at all When you do not reflect On nights like this I realise the gravity The word and world are grave As is where I fall i am the gaping hole The end of man And none shall know me Though they may have said she did

The blue blue sky And the air so fresh Sniffing the pollution With our cancer breath And though it unfogs A hazy road to death I'm here sitting in the smog And oil as we coalesce Besides I have an idea For your pretty dress A kiss our hearts'll stop And take us from this mess The sky's not the same When you see it alone The wind has changed Now I'm on my own With no colours No more running in the river My tears have gone dry No more corn in the fields But the crows have all fried There's no eye for my eyes Just a plain old brown And everyone's so quiet In this flaming plastic town We've lived till we've died Except I

You came unbidden back to mine life After biding your spent ticking time Your beat one timing then two And you let forth a chime Unannounced you entered Entrepreneuring for the unknown Though you could still conjure The relevant feelings and moans In a roundabout manner Skirting the dark road Dark wants in skirting housed A circled welcome to your abode You bared your soul among others Your soles brushed ever so soft You spoke of webbed memories Of hidden things from the loft I recalled the words then And yes they struck a chord But then a new revelation Flattery, and my heart soared I remained guarded At peace holding my

Every time You light one up It gets me So fired up And every time You take a puff I wanna scream I've had enough Get it out my face I don't wanna have to taste Even though it's commonplace I'm still losing the race yeah Every day You make me aware Wish I could say I didn't care And every day It's such a drag But there's no way I'll touch that fag Get it out my face I don't wanna have to taste Even though it's commonplace I'm still losing the race yeah Everywhich Way that I turn You're leaning there To watch me burn Everywhich Way you're prevoking Trying to signal me Chain and ball smoking Get it out my face I