Today is The Sequel To Last Night's Dream

I fall asleep with paper clay lungs,
Breathing hollow inspiration
Made from non-local colour.
Your tongue is the medium,
Your touch, a soaked sponge;
Leave me dripping love into my guts.
Choke.
Don't remodel what you won't keep safe.
Alarm clock awake, and art gallery peaceful;
Go back to sleep.

He Says The Bloodstains Are From Yesterday, But The Bleach Calls His Bluff

Homemade holy water doesn't wash away synthetic sins.
Throwing Chinese vases to the ground so you have something to fix.
We'd all take roses over sunflowers anyday.
Taking half steps to the last train so you can call him up to ask for a lift.
Letting her press her lips against you,
Just to watch the arteries spill love onto her hands.
Portrait smiles and silhouette photographs.
These aren't the kind of songs you get off to -
They're the kind of lies that fuck you.

Welcome Mats and Locked Doors

Incessant word juggling
Notes to sel(f/l)
Ticktockticktocktocktick
Evening empty eyes
Roll over smiles
"Like back up tapes"
On/off switch
Pick up sticks
Electric eccentricity

R is for Rabbit
onmymind

Name: Girl

Cell phone numbers bought on two faced receipts.
Love's a fucking novelty.
Half past ten and three missed calls;
Forgive me if I second guess this.
I let my voice of reason take a break.
She didn't get home til sixAM.
Diet wallets and bulimic hearts.
Text messages and hallelujahs have me wincing,
And sordid curiosity has me smiling.
This is Karma when she's had a bad day.
Wake up tomorrow to find the clovers leafless.
Rewind. Record. Reread.
Opened the cage to set Polly free; only to find her unbreathing.
Everybody look at their shoes.
Leave my hands on your neck
"Cliches are the new new."