Tuesday 25 June 2013

Traction Show

Traction Show

Those old men spend their last days
Working on immobile steam engines:
It is some fucking hobby.


Saturday 15 June 2013

Euphoric Flashback (Take 2)

Euphoric Flashback (Take 2)

 

Dreamlike an astronaut paced like a spirit

The folk in the forest were chasing their hit

How simple the substance made you an ethereal

Being



You're back on the drug that you thought had all drained

And that kid in the photograph swaggers on stage

Those motorbike engines will scream through the trees

Once more



It must be a chemical within my brain

That infinite void where we are the same

I pray in that place that you'll never forget

About me



Dripped from your third eye the horror escaped

You cried laughter the instant your senses were faked

And yet you left the wood to its moans when you aged

Into dread



They said some year soon that you'd have to pay -

Smoke winds through the woods like a veil blown away

You remember a junkie who stared at nothing

At peace



It must be a chemical within my brain

That infinite void where we are the same

I pray in that place that you'll never forget

About me



You're drilling a tunnel back into those days

With your hole of a synapse that still reeks of haze

And your tread remains buoyant in spite of depressant

Effects



You want to describe that far towering sight

But your blood holds the only communion of night

And your words are submerged and you cannot bring them

Into view



It must be a chemical within my brain

That infinite void where we are the same

I pray in that place that you'll never forget

About me