Monday, 9 November 2009



i'm a cheat
a thief
a complete despondent

i'm your home
your smile
your desire reconciled

I condensate for us
I condensate for me
I condensate for you
a storm to bring us sea

i'm the naked lumbar stripped from your body
i'm the rainwater dripping on your shoe incessantly
through the permeable bus stop roof above your head
i'm watching over you
just like she said

I condensate for us
I condensate for them
I condensate for others
a storm to bring us sea

i'm the hazel of your iris
simmer in copper pots
my bubbles clamber up and over
like the 23rd Division
France & Flanders
August 1915
wailed in orchestrated
God rest there souls
and allow God to rest
for two minutes
a classroom of pupils
suffering steam
and condensation
oh the heat!
the flames!
of the oil and the gas!
of the price that we pay
for the price of today

I'll sell you your home
for the dead
for the married
few locked in time
with no body

I condensate for us
that's all we'll remember
I condensate for you
and that's all we'll ever do
I condensate for others
to commemorate the living
a storm to bring us sea
just remember death is true

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