He showed me his war face….the T-shirt was worse.

Like the flag of Japan where the sunrise had burst.

And imagine the look  of that loser who's cursed to fall down from the mountain while stealing your purse.

And I tried to be stoic.

I tapped on my phone.

I practised the fine art of turning to stone.

But he narrowed his eyes and he ran through my llama.

Then he left me alone with my crumbling karma.

I gaze  from this ledge with a view of God’s Land

where the roads end in tears and  a blanket of cans.

And it’s all been so long since we nurtured a cause cos the cat

stole our tongues…and I cant find a torch.

We show our respect for the forces of freedom.

The freedom to shoot 

and the freedom to force my opinion on you.

If you say you’re not for me, you must be against me..

The way of the World .

LET’S PRETEND I’M THE GIANT WHO’S WEARING A CROWN,

I CONCEDE THAT THIS GRAVITY WEIGHS ME DOWN..

BUT FROM HIGH ON THIS HILL I SHOUT FE FI FO FUM

I SMELL THE BLOOD OF…… NO-ONE

I’LL HUM TO YOUR RATTLE 

I’LL FEAST ON YOUR BONES

IF I ONLY COULD FIND YOU AND BE LESS ALONE

BUT I CAN’T REMEMBER THE LAST WORDS I SAID 

OR THE SMELL OF YOUR PERFUME

MY SIDE OF THE BED

STILL I WALK DOWN THE PATH WITH MY HAND ON MY KNIFE

LEST I SENSE SOME RESISTANCE

OR SIGNS OF LIFE

AND HOW MANY MONTHS NOW?

HOW MANY YEARS?

WILL SOMEONE REMIND ME 

WHY IM HERE….