TALKING OF CONTRAST

…Talking of contrast.


Beginning at the end the world conquered itself
and did not laugh at it own beauty.

How could god be indulgent?

The horror then began for the judges
as their frowns found only sad and then happy.

Only sad and then happy.

Telling this story I have become the natural disaster
which follows me.

But I only lie to tell the truth.

…Would you follow me?

She; fat in comparison to the thin He; tall to the short,
clever to the stupid, sexy to those rolling hills.

we all dance on.

How were we to know indifference, in the face of this expanse?
Have you put the pins in my arms dear

Or have they gone right through.

Does this deodrant smell well for you

Have I killed or been killed by the supermarket
that governs the labels

by which I know you.

Don’t we all mean nonsense, flabby back chat,

new skool motor head meets,
alien dance lover seeking pain and accomplishment?

Does this fit the sky you’ll die under?

Is it all questions, this mist I must fucking lisp through?

Have you seen the dead

life lead and all?
I’ve not,

but I’ve heard rumours and whispers

and the trees have blossomed and died
right in front of me.

I’ve seen it.

We’ve seen it.

This mystery

This mystery
covered in life.