STONE IS NOT A STONE:

Where are the glasses on your head? Go do something
you’ve never done you said.

(K)

WITH FINGERS THAT PLUCK AND STRUM:

It’s safe here, quiet, candles and tables.

(K)

BENDING LIGHT:

I thought I was a bus coming in the opposite direction.
This bus is not in service.

(K)

WINDOW TO THE SUN:

I like the way you move when your wires curve down to the ground.
I like your internal clock going round in circles.

(K)

INSIDE THAT BOX YOU TOLD ME, “THROW IT AWAY!”:

Walks in with a camera, get’s a vibes, makes it kick, puts a
green light under you, electric eye on you, an easy fix to make
for a genius to make you look great.

(K)

NOT TECHNO:

In the spaces between the faces, edges looking in,
the energy concealed within apparently nothing, blank expressions,
foundering conversations, glazed eyes, stumbling, pauses,
sticks stuck in the ground describing something a perhaps.

(K)

ELECTRICITY:

It’s in the system supernatural cat, free smiling family,
Deep soul driver, china horn and silky smooth.

(K)

WE MEET WE SAY “HELLO”!:

I see you dressed in Green and Blue like trees come down to the sea
you don’t see me, thank you, the two of us curious as dogs sniffing
something amazing.

(K)

BREATHING THROUGH HOLES:

Words beneath feet wheels cross over cracks, clicks, rhythms
jungle’s in the corner, fire and light you climb into the sky,
in time we’ll all get where we’re going.

(K)

GLOWING:

And I’m writing to you did I hurt you couldn’t see
what I was doing saying are you alone under the spotlight?
Is it cold do you feel deserted or grateful for a bit of quiet?
It’s the best part of the day.

(K)