Mumikansou

The black windows show the carriage around us. Everyone is sitting, sloping off into whatever silence they can gather over the whine of the train on the tracks. It's night time. The train has been delayed, but the lights are still bright and the kids are still wandering  about the carriage excitedly. Somewhere a baby is crying. Mobile phones call out to their owners for attention. It's hot. The air conditioning isn't working in the summer night. Lights flash past in the darkness as we speed through station after station. The Midlands is a pattern of anonymous lights. You can link them together like artificial stars in the blackness to form

He uses and abuses and only plays to conquer Her venom solely matched by grace, she is a gorgeous monster He loves to tie his victims up and leave 'em high and dry Her prey she likes to play with, a spider catching flies He controls their lives and they dance for his delight She spins her web around the fools too entranced to fight They meet perchance one sullen evening His last toy cracked, her meal still bleeding He spots a doll of heaven's lore Gliding on the porcelain floor He can't believe his luck to find A gorgeous pet to hurt and bind She drops a strap to show some skin And works her hips to draw him in Out the corner of

When my eyes roll To the back of my head, I can see my thoughts, Even the ones I didn't Know were there. I've lost some things back there. Where is the bottle of Scotch when I feel depressed? I keep that in a special place. What about the neat suit I wore to every wedding, Every funeral, every extra special occasion? It's hung up around here somewhere. Where do I keep that Extra bright lamp, Which I use to expose Every dirty thought, Every monotonous journey, As if to question their very existence? I forget where I hid it, It doesn't turn off. And the plastic bag that suffocates you? When you're in a tiny room, When yo

Someday, I’m going to rest. I will be carried in a white bed lined with silver and gold and descend and descend and descend… and wake up to unimaginable grandeur. I will be a bull, alone in a lavender field. Don’t send me balloons or I might remember and cry. Next, I’ll be a child in a crib made of clouds. Multi colored sheep may rock me to sleep. At last, I am a sparrow ready to take my first flight… I will unfurl my wings and ascend and ascend and ascend to the place where you are, where the sun hides. Someday, I’m going to rest too. and I’m taking these flowers to heaven.

Santa Claus Tired, cold and desperate They go rushing by Some have angry eyes Some want to sit and cry Standing in the doorways Or blocking up the aisles Snapping up the bargains Like hungry crocodiles Loads of bags and boxes Barging down the street A little Christmas shopping Turkey and some meat But where is the spirit As they push into the queue The seasons great occasion Understood by so few The message is the giving To witness a joyful tear The sound of happy laughter Is all you need to hear Buying to receive Is borne of selfish greed This type of giving Isn't what we need St Nick gave for love What he could aff

I had a dream I pushed you away. So strange, my thoughts would put you back to how you were, the summer I blushed against my will. So strange, my soul would turn her head and deny you. I don't blame her, I don't blame myself. Perhaps it was the fear that drew me in, no rush like terror to excite me. You are not so much lost as you are vanished, I could find you if I wanted to, but I much prefer to choose otherwise. I am drugged by the winter air, but I know better. Summer doesn't mean life, not now. It's not my fault. You were like drowning in champagne. I'll take none of it back.