Through Trees

Carve up the moon
While I'm talking to you.

Chop off the weapons
Destruction, half done
Salve on the wounds
But, the memories are won.

Apartment Stalkers

Stranger in the day
Stranger by the moon
Who did you think
Would answer this to you?

Lena, Lili, Polly and Lotta
Which is mine
And which would you rather?

A ticket
Lost in the mail?

Who are you?

You know me.

You saw me.

And found me.

A perfect addiction
The rush on its own
Hunted by day
Hunted at night.

Gullibles Anonymous

Sometimes is a long time
Sometimes I don't trust him
Sometimes I can't look around
And now I thought I busted him

I want to cut
That gnarly glare
Tell me now
Or don't you dare

Is it true
Or is it false
The sorry so
The wind me waltz

I want to fight
That pretend stare
Verily, you mean, it's
Your diurnal fare

The land of his
Takes it over
The doubt of mine
To make me, pause

Sometimes it's a lie
When he says it's always fine
Sometimes it means never
And the day brings stormy weather.

Sometimes it's a lie
When I say I'm really fine.
Angry, exposed, exhausted
Not yet reposed

Because
There is no justice for the anonymous
And
There is no rest for the working.

Sometimes it's a Long Time

This is me
If I can be bothered
To be

It's not another
It's not a tease
It's never like
It's meant to be

This is I
If you can be bothered
Try

It's not a pleasure
It's not a tease
It's always like
You meant to see

This is her
If she is bothered
She can lie

It's not the craving
It's not disease
A general haven
It's simply me

This is me
If I can be bothered
This is I
If I'd really try
But I am her
And I always lie

It's not to hurt
It's not to run
It's for the sake
Of only fun

Mr SR Vaughn

I don't have the blues
And it doesn't look like midnight
I love for the sake of it

Drag it back down, and,
Always remember that tune

I can't help myself
Tu ne peux m'aider aussi
In and out

Drag it back down
Sh Sh Shake, rhythm

Just sing me the blues
Dance for the blues
I need to get back in tune

Waiting For It

Don't make me wait
I'm hungry for the plate
Hurry up, Don't ask
Just get to the task

Make me wait
And watch, won't you
Impatience grows
On trees

Make me wait
And find, can't you
Humble pie
And apple stew

I'm hungry now
I cannot wait
To eat up
It's on my plate.

Wait,
Late.
Eat,
Meat.
Chew,
Stew.

Food on the brain
And I'm waiting again.

Dear Reader

I demand to know
The reader of my foes
My all inspired demons
My explicit friend who chose

The topic of conversation.
You read it just today
You found it in my letterbox
You gave my inhibitions all away

The reader of my life
And the reader of my past
The reader knows too much of me
To write me just as fast

Tell me now
Exactly what you thought?
You fight as if
You have just been caught

Saying to your friends,
not mine,
I hear gritty little sands of my time

"I know the matter very well,
The paper is right here"

But you, dear reader
Do you admit,
"I read it through and through I got,
Nothing from it still"?

My dear reader
Please dear reader
Find another book.
Don't open me
Or expect my plea
To have another look.