Promissory Note

stretch the palms,  grabbing the sky 

wretched past but he managing fine - he means that. 

bleed black, green pack, wrapped in the white. 

hang looser than the family ties 

 

trapped in the mind. he the arbiter of gloom

on a throne built from bones and the parts of his tomb. 

bask mid-mar with a staff for the stoop.

you can catch him at the marsh or the moon like ‘looms.

 

‘you can run but you can’t hide.’

they ain’t knowing it’s the other way round. 

running tracks ain’t the same as seeing finish lines. 

sitting by the riverside, puffing grey clouds. 

 

they ain’t rain though. still got the rain coat. 

pocket been carrying the kings like parliament 

twist spliffs in the mist; grass artisans. 

we ripped lips from the quip bark charlatans. 

 

could I tell you something I’ve never told anyone before? 

you see

 

oh looms. be thick as the smoke. 

see the sinner grew thinner and moved the mirror remote.

the lyrics and codes be promissory notes 

the seas will cease but he ain't never missing the boat 

 

it’s high tide and the bright side burn the neck.

learnt lessons earning debt from the damage of days

and he carry the weights, still the charity case 

and he still the most languid where he happen to lay.

 

supine - new live bruised from the start

but it’s calm, we all humans in the dance or whatever. 

so for now let us dance in endeavours.

you will never see the last of our efforts. 

 

and so the lo stay subterranean

bright as the night bet we bathed in its radiance

pen gripped - grade laced to the cranium. 

it’s never been about grading the salience 

 

they had no idea.

they had nohidea