Sometimes when sorrow sinks in
I worry a wailing might screech from my chest
And every person for miles might hear it.
Or feel it shake the air, like hot flame
Ripples carrying my saddest indulgence
As the beast that weighs me down, croons.
So that people quaking, step out of the way
And we have room to sing the lonely wail, some more.

As the shadows tick across the park
Sun stretching out with might
Reaching for an hour
It didn't have to fight

Those who lounge about the grass
Let the sun sink their skin through
And crawl like hands, from quarter past
Into the warmth of quarter to

Imprisoned in the shine
These willing people stay
Moved slowly by a sun tide, until,
Dowsed by cloud, chill and grey.

You're beautiful, he said.
You're so beautiful, but why are you shaking your head?
And I too, breathing deeply, thought how
That you only, wanted me now,
We were drunk and lonely
And for me it was the moment only.
I didn't want what you couldn't mean
I wanted skin to be touched, not my self to be seen.

Gargoyle faces, I'd like to be one
In some people I know, I frequently see them.
Gleeful and wicked breaks the skin on their face,
A brief encounter with the gargoyle
Makes adopting a grimace loudly appealing
The only down side, is being wedged to the ceiling

Leaning with the door to pull it shut,
Peering wearily at stairs that the ice had cut.
Ice was in the air. And under every street light
It darted, like a shoal of silver fish, might.
With each step taken, the frost would bleed away
Marking time to the ground, next to what still lay
The cold, made it quiet. Burnt briefly by a laugh,
Throaty with wonder, seeing what it might have.
Looming vast was the night sky over all,
Everything below expected snow to fall
Walking alone, under rare disarray,
I was swept up and sunken away.

I’ve known many people
well and with love,
It's difficult to suggest what I’m thinking of;

I knew them time over time
again, we’d laugh to stay sane
smiling politely to strangers
who’s faces were all the same.

I’ve known many people
well and with love,
They couldn’t always know what it was I thought of;

We’d serve drinks, food, fold clothes
only reveal what we chose
when calculating in corners
or bantering loudly over bar.

I’ve known many people
well and with love,
I know what I’m saying isn’t unheard of;

Public and repetitive and social
I'd say, is the bond that we'd share
before we all moved away,
Where we’d discover a new few who'd undoubtedly say,

I’ve known many people
well and with love,
You yourself are one of the friends I speak of.

Over breakfast, over tea,
I can hear the scramble of electricity
It crackles in the corner ceiling
Giving me an uncomfortable feeling,
Like the house might suddenly BLOW
And they'll be nothing left to show,
Because of this electricity.
Then, when I was eyeing the roof
My dad told me the unsavoury truth
That cackling of electricity
Is no longer such a mystery.
The noise above, is wasps.
The **** things are living there
Even with the lack of air,
They fly about, invisibly
Their wings buzzing, not rhythmically,
So our house is not about to blow
And that at least, is a comfort to know.