THE SHELLS ARE SINGING:

In walks a dog,
Dressed in a tartan overcoat,
Leading an apologetic man with a crudely shaved head,
He makes the man speak,
The man calls him ‘Zed’,
Zed stand on his hind legs,
Takes a look at the world,
Sees no threat on the horizon,
And invites his human to sit down

(K)

DRIFTING:

I’m here,
I said I was going to be somewhere else,
But,
Decided to change my mind,
Well…
Actually…
My mind changed all by it’s self,
So I’m here for the ride

(K)

IN THE CLOAKROOM:

A massive melt-down,
A silent shaky hand held up to the mouth,
Making that sign again,
A tin Star,
A great pair of jeans,

I’ve been here before

(listening to everything Detroit Underground releases)

(K)

GOOSEBERRY:

It’s a quiet day today,
Outside & ‘in’,
(If you know what I mean)
A silent landscape,
Vacated by a storm,
All the hinges came off with the handles

(K)

STARING INTO SPACE:

The guiding hand,
The voice of reason,
Bite my apple,
Keep my mouth shut,
Soothe the storm

(K)

IN THE MORNING:

Who’s that?
Drifting down the street between the zebras & cafes,
Half man,
Half dark cloud,
Lip down to the ground,
Dressed in stone-washed denim,
Eyes turned down,
Turning the world to Black-top

(Listening to Hanna Paulsberg Concept + Magnus Broo)

(K)

CINDERELLA:

Yeah,
Yeah,
Yeah,
Make your way into town,
You can get a good coffee,
It might be busy,
It’s Saturday,
Oh it smells good!
Oh it smells lovely!
Oh it smells fantastic!

(reading: Tim Ingold – ‘Lines’)

(K)

NO PARKING IN THE PARKING:

I’m coming to pieces,
Reconstructed in another place,

The Boy in the dustbin,

Life is a cartoon,
Legs pump bicycle pedals,
Crossing traffic,
Crossing tram lines,
Trains snake between cars,
Between buildings,
Loom close,
Eyes pressed against windows,
Stare in at tourists eating buffet breakfasts,

The pen curls across the page,
But I’m not here,

The Boy on the rock

(K)

STONE COOLER:

There are two voices behind a curtain,
Singing from houses in the night,
The sound of people cheering,
Applauding,
Karaoke,
Lights flickering,
Bouncing off the walls of closely huddled newbuilds

(K)

CUL-DE-SAC:

The man in Green tries to pick up a woman in Blue,
The ex American detective blows her cover,
A man hits another man,
Resentment makes an appearance,
Closely followed by animosity,
And a needle,
That makes me look away

(K)