pikaspalace

A day of fortune is upon him
He needs it
Midnight spent in old sheets
Turning the whiskey
Hes a minor chord
Smells the purple of the day
Buried in his books
Today will not be like the last day
Although she is gone
He can walk by the sea
Can stand the wind
His horizon set on the far shore
He waits for no man
Last time she was here they danced
Away to the truest spirit
Of bedsit decadence
And carnality
He must watch himself
Reading the paper
Depressed by the world
Shocked into submission
Hide away indoors
The beach empty
On this rainy day
And he’s going far
He can see a scrap of sun
The pier immodest glowing
A man has a fit on the pier
Others turn away
He does not
Beliving in kindness
A dirty wretch
Where can he find solace
Not at the Indian market
Saffron and curry tinted
Not at his favourite café
Omelette and chips
Not on the internet
He must walk
Until his legs giveway
He can only walk certain areas
In newyork he would be lost
Frightened by casual aggression
And tales of guns
He covers a parameter near his bedsit
Then returns home alone
Placing a single pie in the oven
Sitting down for the TV
Wishing he was with her
Puts on a cd
She spoke another language
Quietly at night to him
She was his lover
Now there can be no other
And the cold seeks a corner
To nip toes
So he flexes his feet
Sighs
And returns to bed

in the flux of life
she felt indelible
stained
she hid in the dark
ammasing time
then longed
to feel the sun on her face
she wanted a circle of light
to be bathed and cared for
not alone
on the streets
with milky tears
and little sympathy
her strength was in getting through the day
the way she firmly trod the ground
and held a star at her temple
honour me she said
London vast unyeilding
a forest of concrete
dirge of despair
still she sought compensation in her palm
lowered her head for the sunset
and slept

she loved many
couldn't contain herself to the few
she was free
she was red
like neon kicks
friends in low places
streetlights
easy glimmer shoes
falling over herself
in comatose dreams
unflinching awareness of the truth
a fallen eyelash
crowds a gutter
sparkling rain
a droplet of fortitude
scratch film at the eyecorner
she fetches her red lipstick
elegantly apply smeartear
continues to bubble down the street

time tracks down her face
resulting in upward turned smiles
yesterday in coffe cups
drowsy she asks for another
shes dislocated from the ones around
in her own world of paper towers
she makes a theatrical gesture
in an unimportant moment
people turn to stare
so what she says
you never seen a woman before
and she bends down to fix her old shoe
then draws a face in sugar
on the tablecloth
waiters look prim
this restaurant is stuck up
she brandishes her walking stick at them
you don't have any respect
then smoothes hair
her scene made
satisfied she continues home

there was a starling held in a childs hand
there was a blueberry muffin
an old book
pages torn
an error in judgement
there was butter on the carpet
blood on the stairs
the girl knew this was wrong
but she said no way
and she wafted through the night
finding a horse in the desert
a picture on the mountains
a coyote with jaguar teeth
and she became surreal
superinposed transparency
a future yet to behold

A tear fell
Like limejuice
She stumbled
Clutched the wall
Her shoes were bad and old
Lipstick smeared
She met him in the rain
Outside a flower shop
He had a nice smile
So they tumbled together
Meeting weekly
But he had a clock work doll inside his head
He told her about it
It would wind him up
Into his other self
When she told him she loved him
It wasn’t enough
Then he would tear her dress
She would be left a mess

She had a hamster
It went missing
He ate it
She rubbed her legs
Tugged her hair
Waiting for the alarm call
Then she did her nails
Best friend came round
Stories of jet planes and debauchery
She just had him and the gasring
Poverty was not romantic
But passionate
Her mother told her not to love
Settle for the money
Lack of money meant misery

He was harsh
And told her he was wild
As he wanted to be
Then one day he left without a word
Nothing had changed
Her shoes were still bad

rays of sunshine through my heart
your voice
a secondary sun
you leave me breathless
here and now your gone
wish you could stay indefinatly
but nothing lasts forever
except forever
a microcosm in a bird's eye
pecking at the discordance of life
you play on the strings of a william blake picture
you are seated on a cloud
oh indifferent veneer
when the mists have cleared
an anomoly
vicerous world of looped incendary
no comatose

i am available
your mobile busy
its as simple in the warped world as that
we shall not share time again
the aliens come in peace
don't you know
there is laughter in the air
and in my dreams
you must forebear
swear
by the swaet on your brow
you'll be mine
ohg you'll be mine
before i trust you with
the indulgences of my life
meet me at the corner
of the wild wood
meet me
where we have never been before
into
no man's land
the mist settles
cinders on fence sticks

here comes the dawn
searing away ouur emotions
which have mutated beyond
the four by eight screen of mtv
you don't
eat eggs
you don't eat those with a back bone
you are pure
am i so evil/
you never tell me
insipid or inspired
can i not soar your depths
or must i be tranquilised

no live o romeo
thou hadst better not die
but fly into the lizards eyes
and become
a corporeal entity
that can change its form at will
no pigswill

we part again
at the edge of time and motion
our love fossilized in one past moment
where truth out weighed fiction
the dead walk again
become for bearers of the future
we glide
sensi
we glide sensitivly
strobosphere
into the beckoning light
without fight or censure
all hail
the time is now

so barack is in today hooray. A hope of peace fills my heart.will things really change. I f he lives up to the promises of his speech he will be incredible . i can say i'm definatly towards change.

i see you
they take care of you
youve hurt your head inside
it hurts to see you
the old face set at the moon
the wondering eyes
you like a blast of air and coffeeis ther mania in your laughter
is there tears in your bedtimes
you'll always be my little lepricorn
fadgin
the italian/irsh boy
who wooed me
many moons ago
i see you as a burnt boy
from the inside out
you tell me
you like being angry
you like the edge
it would be easy to chill on medication
you want your emotions
not saline calm
you love god
he may love you
your friendds do
im a shoulder to cry on
a friend in neeed
hey i'd miss you if you wern't around
so please
stay around

she watches her face carefully in the mirror
watches the line of her lipstick
she dosn't want to get caught out
she puts the lipstick slowly over the edges of her lips
look bigger
she does her eyes
mainly the lips
she sticks them togther
waiting
for him
channel perfume
a lace back hat
waiting
for him
appears nonchalent
drinks irish cream
bootsold
reads tarot
we have to care
dont we?
mint cake on the windowsill
fused with plate
old gas fire
warm as toast
he said he take her out
gold lace dress
painted toenails
a french job
rush of black hair
he said he did care
books that rhyme books that don't
insufferable lonliness
a damp squib of a cold throat
but he said hed be there
would she?
Of course she would
comfort by others
never to be missed
so she came and went
into the shadow
a cold paradise
longing for the warmth