From Those Wastes

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The way they carabouse and hold back the lies
foolish and I dont want to, in the end, purge the fire
and if you stop then you said to me
what about the children? are they mine?
tears and fates the interchange of mind of lazy flies
the rest of it, I never had I suppose
sweet notes of Orange and then. running away
always side to side and I’ll never run that fast again
after all these years on the fucking charge
for preachers and gunmen and lads all alike
clouds of dust and louder luck
have we got loose have we lost the charge?
pull your face away from the sun lets all drink for a change
pull off your shoes and laugh awhile at the heathen Gods above
for we ask questions and demand everything
all at once please the gesture that we so innocently own
the hand of soil drifts idly on an absent mind
you. stretched out on the grass. elated for the facts you act
the furious things we say and cast looks to Jerusalem
between the hills the glint the eyelash in the eye
the fractured half chewed light the brazen breast to hold
for skylarks fly no more in the words that he said
fears. sleep and nobody to answer the door
the shadows flicking into vision evermore
easy as you go and end up brave and strong
light the flames and shatter the blackest sun
for after the lowest man always come the bitterest son
cast the magic and you won’t even know you’ve gone to sleep

My Blonde Cop

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It’s neither here nor there, right hands for left hands
phone calls from every American who looks for life
chicken tits and eloquent fat girls in McDonalds
also unsure of what the fuck he’s talking about
whispering into a fag packet that he thinks is a radio
for long drives into the countryside
looking at times when it was simple used to be
without being frozen and stuck in stuttered gasps
for all of the future times and lock ins, dreams
but you look lost and that smile is pasted on
the buttercups and cupcakes lost in shabby chic hell
cracked plaster cup of tea maker
off with the girls and too much wine faker
tits out filed down trail blazer
fucked up call for shots hopes lies regrets confession
it’s lovely how you have settled in
fantastic how it worked out
amazing how little and so fast
chastened in your newly married luscious glow
too little and maybe too fucking slow

They walked around the small Tesco and she had her Police Uniform on and he felt weird. People definitely acted strange when there was a cop around. They looked at him funny too and he felt fucking weird. The Cocaine, the weed, the MDMA in his pocket now felt weird as she bumped against him. Searching for a Pizza or something to eat later. She made him eat but he was never hungry. He enjoyed the pain in his stomach as the acids ate him slowly away, the alertness, the predatory nature of his hungry self. Bump again.
He wasn’t amused by it. The Security guard was a Rastaman made strange by the fact that this hot Cop was really a colleague, in the now, tomorrow, maybe not. She bumped into him again and he reached out and pushed his tongue into her mouth. Smiled she did, laughed a little, the accumulation of the contact was enough that he felt pushed by her energy.
She picked a Pizza up, two bottles of white wine which she knew about, told him, he listened. Forgot, two months ago lost in space, drifting, engines fucked. He carried the bags back to the van and she climbed in, gracious and beautiful. She let her hair out of her cap. Hair like an Ivory knife, expensive and lush.
Take the two tabs of MDMA, she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue and he laughed and nearly choked on the dry tablets. Quickly she opened the wine and shoved the bottle at him, he drank, coughing and forced the tablets down. The street lights blazed through choking tears but she opened her mouth. He popped one in hers. Take the wine get lost in it, sour thing, swallow it all up.
When they got back to the flat he would chop her a huge slug of coke and he would watch her do it as he made a cup of tea.

The Offers You Make For Sin

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Scattered we are I think sweetest heart, your Red hair like a fire. Spread out over your full breasts sex hard and fed. Instil in me a sense please that I should fall and be covered. What have I done to you, an evil thing, blessed you were to me, so precious and lost. Those nights I waited for you to text me and you let me stumble. You let me fall.

Through the windscreen the dark clouds fling themselves across the sky, anxious of the pain below, they flee they scatter. We taste the forbidden wines of this life, and weep into damp hands and crumpled tissues, we gather and exchange shamed glances, we hug and hold tight for a second and look to the clouds for messages. Shine my sweetest heart and may I burn for my sins.

Soft and the fairest touches between them on the lips or face the softest affirmation that they… lost for a while in each other were still aware and in fact there in a car on a windswept hill covered in graves and the ever watchful dead. Touches between them that asked a question and gave an answer at the same time. They were in existence. Her scent now in his nostrils full of plastic tube and he closes his eyes and thinks of things they did. He was close to death and would take it willingly.

Afterwards, sitting back, half clothed, smoking a spliff, blowing the smoke through the window opened just a little to stop the rain from blowing in. She would talk, and he would watch her lips, the beautiful things scarred with dehydration, cracked from the violence of their fucking. That voice always in his mind, and she, mouthing the words to his madness.

‘Yet still the hand that bleeds, as blood is the offer I make for sin’

The greatest of times really, and he would would shush her and hold her nipple tight in a grip of pain between his finger and thumb, rolling it. She closed her eyes and through the windscreen and the world about the clouds parted for a second and the low, half asleep December Sun shone through and lit as strokes of a Masters brush, her exposed breasts and throat. Her lips parted a little and she opened her eyes and the sun shone out of them a blue so pale, so lost. A blue of Arctic skies. The drops of rain on the windows made diamonds that moved on her skin. Leave the light on sweetest heart, Let me think of the summer, and let this evil be gone.

But it was just a stutter, an interlude, a break in the fucking cloud. But he held on and held tight to the seconds as they poured between his fingers like Mercury.But just them, at that moment, a perfect circle.