Lovers? Tramp-stamps Or Epitaphs?

And We Use The Night's Light
To See All That Lives Under Our Skin
And Hear The Names And Words
We Both Tried To Keep In

And While Your Room Distracted
You Found One Under His Rib
And Another Who Has His Name
Tattoo'd Above Her Hip

And We Both Know These Names
Are Things Better Left Dead
And Silently You Can Agree
With The Words He Never Said

And It's Then He Takes His Turn
But Won't Know Who The Past Are
And The Boy Who Broke It First
Or The Man Who Left The Scar

And Pretend Until We Forget
Those Sounds We Wish We Didn't
And The Pillows Talk So Silence Fills
What The Names Left Absent

And It Is All That We Can Do
To Find Space On The Other
And Etch Our Name Until One Day
It Will Be Found By Another

And Wonder What It Is That's Homely
About A Funeral Home

CK

Rumored

My Sleepless Nights And All The Other Lesses
You Have Caused
The Name I Knew Before And Now Lost
You Have Caused
Coming To Me Through Stories Friends Tell
Circling Lost Lovers
Pointing Veiled Banter Always To A Similar Place
Circling Lost Lovers
Until You Hear What You Came To Hear
And Leave Happy
And Maybe You'll Reciprocate So They Laugh Too
And Leave Happy
Until You Are Home And Still No Him Or Her
Or Whatever
Ready And Waiting With Your Dinner Or Supper
Or Whatever

And No Matter
How Many Times You Hear Shit About Them
And No Matter
How Many Times You Call Him A Four-eyed Prick
It Won't Matter
Because He Slips Between Sheets Lined With Her Body And
It Won't Matter

Maria's Apologia

You Feel My Absence In Your Drawn Breath
And Know You Can't Love Me
Holding My Hands To Trace Away My Veins
Marking Your New Boundary

Which Almost Breaks In Absences Of Words
But Inside Echos And It Stops
And Last Nite's Recited Sentences Spills
Like Rain Off Old Rooftops

You Whisper Tears That Shadow Mine
As A Means To Make-do
You Repeat Yourself "You Are What You Love
Not What Loves You"

CK

Being Use To The Winter's Darkness At 48

A Beam Fell From The Roof
And Into Her Flower Garden
Like Incense Burning Her Nose
And Reminding Her Of That Candle
She Had Forgot To Put Out In The Hallway
She Loved How Nearly Everybody Commented On It
"Festive", To The Popery On The Kitchen Table
And Themed Pillows In The Sitting Room
On Which The Week's Guests Reclined
With A Glass Of Red Thats Well
Out Of Their Range

But It Was The Time Of Year
To Set Windows Alight With Candles
To Wrap Over-sized Bonsai Trees In Lights
But There Would Be No Crib Scene, A Bit Too Typical
Instead Just Her Pruned Flowers In The Garden
And Her Swept Drive Un-noticed
By All Of The Night's Guest

But All The Candles And Flowers
Lit Up By Flood Lights
Or Cara Matches

                  ---

Two Rooms With Radiators On
And The Guest If It Was An Overnight
And Candles Burned While She Was Alone
Enveloped So You Couldn't See Flickers From The Road.
That Day She Was Spent Down The Couch's Back
And In The Empty Ash Tray Of The Micra
To Be In Before They Shut At Four

Phoning The Company While
Returning In The Early Evening's Dark
For Her Guest Would Be Arriving At Eight
Over The Last Hedge She Wonder "How Quick?"
And Thought She Must Have Left Ever Single Switch On
She Felt It Was Almost Like Lighting Her Family's Tree For The First Time
But Her Estranging Neighbor In The Bungalow Took His Time And
Left Her Only To Retrace The Brigades' Fire Resistant Footprints
A Handsome One Held Her Line, Statement In Hand
It Was All She Could Do To Keep
The Other From Her Hair

But All The Candles And Flowers
Were Burning Her Nose
And Her Night's Celie

CK

Merry

It Was A Sound
A Rumbling One
That Rumbled Up
And Rumbled Down
As We Pass On
A Meddling Cough
A Hair In The Throat
A Crack In Her Pipe
Which Breath Broke
As She Gasped Air
Passing 7 In December
Covered In Bags
Knees Hitting Bags
Or Legs Under Bags
Filled With Jumpers
On And Off
Till Soon We Pass
More Doorways
And Hear Another Cough

CK

There's Always A Stain On My Sleeve

There's Nothing I Can Do
That Can Change Your Mind
Few Know What Can Break You
For A True One Is Hard To Find


But My Love Is Without
And There Is Nothing I Can Do
But Watch All Else Fade-out
For I Can Love No One More Than You

CK

Fragment #39

Frost Bitten Night Roads
Shine Tiny Moons Of Light Till
Killed By Morning Salt

CK

Snow Blindness

Seeing That Missus Claus Dress Hold You So
As You Danced To Fairytale In New York,
I Remembered The First Of Last Year's Snow

Stale Curtains Hid It While We Slept
Till You, Shy In My Tracksuit Bottoms
Broke What The Night Had Kept

For I Felt It Too Soon But I Held You
As We Looked Over My Neighbor's Cars
Covered Like I Hoped Winter Would Do

Now I Don't Live There Anymore
And I Haven't Seen My Trackies Since
But Ain't That What This Year's Snow Is For

CK

In Transit

The Sun Cracks And Drowns Down The Stairs
Sneaking Between Buildings As High As It
Waking The Homeless To The Change Of Fares
Though The Subway Lights Are Always Lit

Unheard Cries Of Fought Rats Over Breakfast Scraps
But There's Always Their Piss And Our Spit
To Fill The Real Routes Of Defaced Maps
With The Subway Lights That Are Always Lit

It's At Dawn That The Booth Gets Personalized
Where A Middle-aged, Middle-weight Will Sit
Broken With Desensitized Sleep Caked Eyes
And The Subway Lights Are Always Lit

But Off Platform, In A Carriage
Is A Man They Can't Re-admit  

The End Of His Beat And Sure It's Typical
To Find One With Twenty Before He'll Quit
Putting Him Off His End Of Day Bagel
But The Subway Lights Are Always Lit

The Officer Leaves Him As If Unseen
Sitting In His Own Junk Induced Shit
Till The MTA Does It's Sunday Morning Clean
Under The Subway Lights That Are Always Lit

Till Then Mothers Point With Their Daughters
Warning Of That Man's First Teenage Hit
There's Less Than Reflections In His Distilling Waters
For The Subway Lights Are Always Lit

It's Not What They See
It's What We'll Admit

CK

College Noir

This Place Is A Kiddie Disco With MC-ing Between The Songs
Though It Could Be The Re-heated Pre-poured Pints That Have You Cranky
Or The Lack Of Hanky Panky Though It Is Fucking Tasteless Fosters Tuesdays
And Did That Bitch Just Flick Half The Ash Off Her Joint And Into My Pint
And Then Continued Talking About Her Bullshit Theology Degree She Picked Just So She Could Disagree
God Let Me Go Home So I Can Vomit The Night's Emotion On To A Page
And Revel In It Offstage At Least Then I'll Be Satisfied In My Dis-satisfaction
So I'll Wait Till One Is In The Toilet And The Other Pulls
And Bulls Through Another Group Of Girls I Have Little Interest In
No Matter How Easy Or Thin He Says They Are, So I'll Slip Off
With The Promise Of A Jerk-Off  Like A Car Slowly Passing At Two In Morning
Without Warning They Wanna Jump Me, Oh Shit Them Guys Wanna Jump Me
At Least The Ride Is A Guarantee, Please God Let Them Jump Me
And The Headlights Pass And Leave Me Be At My Front Door
So It's Bed Where I Force Myself To Dream Of My Bestie
Plugging Away In The Next Room And My Voice Comes Too Soon
But I Can Only Use Crude Words For Cruder Ends
And Make It Worse In Print And The Two Of Us Are There
So I Ain't On My Own In A Mutual Masturbation Poem

CK

Fragment #38

A Gunman Who Robs
Flowers From A Gas Station
That's America

CK

Green Lights On The Walk Home

Again Your Head Rests Upon My Shoulder
And From There I Feel More Than Closeness
As I’m Tensing My Arm So Fingers Dig In
And I'm Hoping You Don’t Notice

It’s A Short Evening As We Fight For Ground
And The Other’s Body As An Arm Takes A Neck
Till Both Of Your’s Wrap My Stomach
And I Do Not Care That You Won
For It's In That You Become Unstuck
And I'm Sure To Come Undone
     
Your Scent On The Jumper You Let Me Borrow
And On The Blanket You Pulled From Your Bed
To Cover Us In The Fireless Sitting Room
And Under Which Hands And Legs Re-thread

The Company Talks Away But We Speak More
And It Was Only Heard Between The Two Of Us
But It's Over At The Door With A Goodbye That's Kissless
And All Too Short In Those Prolonged Stares
But It's Relived Walking Home Wondering Was It A Success
And My Shoulder Is Covered In Your Shed Hairs

CK

Do We All Start As Substitutes?

You Never Seem To Get As Far
As Some Other Guy Did
But You Were Close
Close But There's Never A Cigarette Shared Between You
Close But Only A Walk Home At The Nights End
Close But Not As Close As Him

                     ---

Inbred To Fuck With Housemates And Friends
In A Rally As Old As The Anchorman Quotes
Your Damn Friend Keeps Repeating
Leaving Dicks That Only Extends
Forming An Awkward Meeting

Some Are Tight Others Only Retell Sex Stories
Of All The Lost Fingers In Groped Hands
That Only Strengthens The Cause
And The Wankbank Inventories
And You're Alone Because...?

There's Always A 'Him' With Them Did You Ever Notice That
A Him Who Somehow Laid Claim Before, A Him To Outdo
But Then Stops Smelling Like The Perfume He Bought
And Last Nite She Calls Him 'A Bit Of A Twat'
Remember You Were Once Called That

                     ---

You Never Seem To Get As Far
As Some Other Guy Did
But You Were Close
Close But You've A Cigarette Burn By Her Accidental Hand
Close But She's Carried Your Drunk Body Home
Close It Goes And Soon You Are 'Him'

CK

Making A Hat

And Where Did It All Get You
Here With A Blank Sheet
On Which To Ebb And Flow Your Love
For Somebody That Is Less Than The Words
You So Carefully Choice To Colour Them

A Description That May Live Longer
Than You Or Your Wife
A Description That Can Only Add
To Others And Convince Them Otherwise
That What They Feel Is Love

And Not What Is Hidden In The Craft Of These Words

CK

Jump

It Was That Look Shoot Into The Rearview,
You Knew That He Never Had Trusted
No Talk Of Shared Course Or Work Forces
Had Convinced Him Otherwise

So Your Hand Remains On The Door
Was A Subtle Warning On The Last Corner
Ten Seconds Till One Of The Boys Says 'Bail'
And Our Feet Match The Tyres

All Of Our Feet Except Sammy's
Whose Un-tucked Laces Snagged
Forcing His Face To Wear The Fare
For That Extra Five-teen Yards He Was Dragged

CK

Fragment #37

I Have No Throne
Baby And I Can But Thank You
For All Of Your Shit

CK

That's Where I'll Take You

That's Where I'll Take You
Down To The Local Ruins
And Put More History Into It
Than It's Worth So You'll Look
Pass The Thistles Breaking Stonework
And The Nettles That Escape The Windows
A Fair Day And If Not We'll Return
With A Mary Poppins Picnic Basket
I Had Ordered Weeks Before
And Loafs Of Still Warm Tiger Bread
Which We Tear For Each Other
Until We Return Home At Dusk With
Stains In The Creases Of Our Clothes
That's Where I'll Take You

That's Where I'll Take You
Over To The Fancy Hotel
Where The Rooms Are Too Close
And Too Far From My Pocket
But I'll Sneak Us Across The River
And Across Their Green
And We'll Listen To The Big Band
In The Function Room
As We Hide Under The Flowers
Of Their Japanese Garden
And Watch The Fireworks
Breaking Over Head For The Happy
Couple Behind Us Who Clink
Champagne Glasses While We Share
A Yearless Wine Until It Takes Us Away Together
And A Mexican Groundskeeper Awakes Us
With The Sound Of A Strimmer And I Bring You Home
That's Where I'll Take You

That's Where I'll Take You
With The Two Dogs In Toe
To That Old Fabled Fairy-ring
That Hides Between The Almost
Treeless Fields We Like To Call Prairies
Without Food Or Water We Have
Only What's Left Of Each Other
And The Rain Beats Off Our Anoraks
For I Chose That Day
Just So I Could Kiss You In The Rain
And It All Turns To Night And
I Left Home With All The Lights Off
Just So We Couldn't Find Our Way Back
That's Where I'll Take You

CK

Fragment #36

Speculate Darling
It's Not What You Know, A Quote
Or It's Your Mis-quote

CK

It Ain't Ragtime It's Blues

His Smell Lingers In The Sheets In The Days Since He Left
Not Even The Spilled Red And Christmas Candles Drowns It
You Don't Speak These Words Though It Love And Theft
With Evidence Buried In An Embrace And I'll Acquit

For I Know Of Returns That Give Strength To His Scent
And A Searched Tie That Was Hidden Under A Sheet
So There Is Reason Behind The Morning Text You Sent
We Both Need Other Reasons For A Daytime Meet

Them Glossy Pages Had You Going Backwards
Taking Back What You Were So Keen To Give Away
But A Few Confident Words And You Greet Him With Awards
Then You Can Just Hope This Time He'll Stay

CK

Bay Of The Pigs

Please Don't Say It
Though I Can See It In A Prolonged Stare
Or Your Un-shamed Fingers Slipping Through Your Hair

Please Don't Say It
For It Would Make Heavy Of Our Little Affair
Such A Burden To Cast Would Be Awful Un-Fair

Please Don't Say It
The Same Words Said To You Many Times Before
The Same Words You Found Ill-Fitting When Wore

Please Don't Say It
Though It's What Those Lips Were Made For
Something Your Kisses Helped Make Men Ignore

Please Don't Say It
As It A Gateway Drug For These Bones To Commit
It Can Be Hard To Cool Down Once The Fire Is Lit

Please Don't Say It
For Then You Know I Could Only Act Upon It
Though This Silence Hurts More Than I Could Ever Admit
So Just Fucking Say It

CK

More Colcannon To Be Seized By Customs

Don't Mind Me, I'll Be Fine
Washing The Head Under The Tap
As If Getting Rid Of All The Suds From The Roots
And Wrapped In A Towel
Of Kitchen Paper And Setting It Out On The Board
Ripping Un-Wanted Leaves Like Band-aids
Without Explored Sores Shouting Back
Over Her Shoulder To Make Sure He Had All Packed
Not A Question For She'd Check His Papers Regardless
Only Colder After Chopping And Sending It Over Salty Water

In The Few Minutes It Took To Boil
She Had Refolded Underwear, Bundled Socks
And Slipped An Extra Note Into One Of His Running Shoes
For He Was Wearing His Good Coat
As It Sat Draining In The Sink He Watched The Clock
And She Then Added Something To The Mash That Made It Her's
Then The Heat Hard Hands Re-chopped And Mixed Together
As She Says All I Want Is A Text Every Few Days
With An Old Wooden Spoon Still Folded In The Pot
I Will

Then A Chill Hearing Him Grunt Lifting The Bag To His Shoulder
She Knew It Was Time
With Little More Said She Took A Plastic Tub From The Cupboard
Above Her Head
And Undid A Healthy Portion. He Waited As She Slowly Fastened The Lid
Turning With Hands Full Taking Him Close With One Final Pull
Again Warning Him About Wetbacks And Female Yanks
Until She Handed It To Him
It Is Just The Way You Like It
Thanks

The Flight Won't Wait For You
Leaving Her Empty Hands With Nails Chewed
While The Tub Warmed His As He Flew
He Hated Airplane Food
Another Irish Mother To Include In The American Blood Feud

CK

1918 Revisited

The Shirt Was Ill-Fitting And Soiled
The Trousers Loose And Tucked Well Down Into My Boots
Perhaps I Should Have Dug Deeper Into The Pile
Reserves From The Last One Still There. Watching We Didn't Take Two

Then Rotten Cocoa Hidden In Both Cheeks
It All Smelt Worse When It Was Removed

In The Breast Pocket Was A Letter Dated
To The Summer The First One Was To End As He Felt It,
His Own Words, Through Whispers From The Ranks
Having Them Telling Their Wives Of Returns
And He Was Right. It Was About To End

Then Lower The Patch Work Of Some Girl's Nimbleless Fingers
With An Un-Washed Stain Around It In A Circle
The Shirt Was Even Darker On The Back Side In His Exit

At Least He Had Faced It
His Fixings Sent Home But The Shirt Could Be Stitched
It Would Have Been Not Use To Her
So They Kept It As If They Knew It Would Happen Again
The Same Sweat, Tears And All That
Again For That Same Bit Of Occupied Soil

Here I Am Ready For More Than His Shirt To Stain Me

CK

Un-Erotica

A Stranger. I Am Not Agonizing Over Forgetting Your Name
There Is No Need For Sweet Talk That Brings You To Your Knees
Not Body Parts Or Words For Only Morning Would Bring Shame
Is It Still Rude Asking You To Leave If I Say Please?

CK

Taste, Texture and Reliability

Sleaze As Somebody Must Really Like Your Work
Not Enough To Feel But Enough For A Jerk
Off Early From The Pub 'Cause Lights Are Blurring
A Slipping Grip On Her Glass Leaves Little Inferring
Is There Such A Thing As Too Many Carbombs
If It Leaves You Sweating In Each Others Palms
Ripping Foil And Not Returning The Favor
But Your Kind Enough To Use Strawberry Flavor
It Was Easy To Sleep To 'Flume' And The Fumes
But It's A Classless Morning And Inhibitions Resumes
It One Night And I Stand On The Boundaries
I Hope All The Groupies Call Their Own Taxis
And Leave Before The After Parties

CK

Respecting Rank

'You Know You Could Run Them Around This Town'
Burning One Cigarette With Another
'You Know You Treat'em Mean And Keep'em Keen'
With Crashing Ashes In The Folds Of Her White Dress
'Dicks And Cunts The Lot Of Them, And Sure We're No Worse'
A Rugby Player Maybe...
'Sure Tonight's Fella I Don't Remember His Name'
Sure She'll Know For Sure When He Adds Her Tomorrow
'I'm Sick Of This Shit'
And On The Other Hand So Is Another Guy
'You Would Swear It Was An Alphabetical List'
With A Name Above And Below, Alpha And Beta
'You'd Wonder How Do These Things Start'
Never Mind Last

CK

As The Time Aroused

Your Fingers With Trimmed Nails Flicked The Switch
And The Darkness Blinds Your Eyes For The Moment
Sees You Both To Silence And She Begins To See
Your Naked Shape In The Hall Light That Breaks
From The Cracks Of The Door But Your Eyes Still Can't
See Her Hiding Bare Under The Sheets Cautious In A
Silence Long Enough To Worry You That She Had A
Moment Of Sober-ness Or Prude-ness But By This Stage
It's All Too Late And In Your Own Head As Her Voice
Guides You Across Overthrown Pants, A Dismantled Bra,
Around A Desk Chair And A Fallen Make- Up Bag To
The Edge Of The Bed Which You Lift From The Bottom
Corner Crawling To Her Side, Lying Covered There Your
Eyes Begin To Adjust And You Sense All As If You Couldn't See

CK

A Response To The Waek Boys

Just Like Martin And All His Cousins
Spitting, Smoking And Re-Arranging His Drawers
A Lighter In Hand, He's Heavy Bred
He'll Not Know The Spoils Of Wars

Making Unedited Filibusters On Camera
To Those Who The Council Gave The Lane
Nomadic Nobodies Who Came From Another Town
With Enough Stones For Every Window Pane

Some Overweight And All State-Paid
Got To Keep The Children In Reeboks
Though It's Changed Since His Grandfather's Day
Once Practiconers Of The Dodgy Poor Box

"Our Clenched Fists Are Our Birthright"
His Father Would Tell His Boys
"The Dirt You Fight On Your Birthright"
You Don't Spill Blood To Make A Lot Of Noise

His Nights Are Names, Names Swapping Names
"Your Father Beat My Father Into His Tomb"
He Awakes To Find His After-Hours Gone
Must Have Lost It In A Trashed Hotel Room

CK      

O Tell Me The Truth About...

Is It What I Wanted To Say
 But Never Said
Is It That You Knew What I Meant
 And Said It Instead
Is It That Little Pause Before Each
 Time We Kissed
Is It That Over The Summer You Were
 The Only Thing I Missed
Is It That I Can Only See Myself
 In Your Eyes
Is It The Way You Join In When
 Somebody Else Cries
Is It When You Would Sing Adele
 Badly In The Shower
Is It Felt Every Time I Reached To
 Pick You A Flower
Is It That I Though Of You Every
 Second You Were Not Here
Is It Your Laugh, The Only Thing
 To Cure My Fear
Is It That My Lowest Moments
 Were After Our Fights
Is It That My Greatest Moments
 Were Secret Sleepover Nights
Is It Each Poetry Book Left Bent
 On Your Favorite Pages
Is It The Covers That Were Destroyed
 In Our Hearts And Names
Is It The Love I Felt Wrapped
 In Your Arms
Is It That There I Felt Beyond
 All Other Harms
No. It Was Just The Sex

CK

Omen

With Tomorrow's Paper And Vinegar
She Polished The Glass In Falling Strokes
From The Roof's Top To The Floor's Bottom
Then Both Tripping Over His Old Work Boots
As She Looked Over The Scaffolded Hills
And All The Other Mansard Roofs
There Feeling It, Just Something
Until Serene Again Seeing The Heath
Below, His Ladder Fallen And Jerry
Cans Forgotten, Today Of All Days
Lucid, Finally She Turns Almost In Unison
With A Robin Too Old For The Season
Seeing It Falling To The Edge Of The Sill
Neck Broke And With A Final Twitch
Sending In Off Into His Wheelbarrow Below
Neither It Nor His Tools Have Been Moved In Many Months

CK

Overtones

They Sat Without Even Thinking
With Him In The Middle
He Had Got Use To It Quick.
Some Straight To Rolling
While Others Just Seemed Happy
To Be There At All.
Maybe It's The Vinyls For Coasters
Or An Abundance Of Weed
That Gave The Impression Of Expression.

Fiddling With His Thumbs
Until You Asks With Jealous Swigs
"So Your Almost Famous".
Forcing A Smile He Wanted To
"I Don't Know 'Bout That"
And We All Know What Comes Next.
Blowing The Dust Off
While He Re-tuned To His Voice
Neither Need Be Done.

He Liked To Keep Them Waiting
He Felt He Had To
Warming-up In A Two-Up-Two-Down.
Finally Coming Out
With A Bit More Than Three Chords
Just A Bit More.
With It He Has Them All Charged
And After The Applause
You Stares For A Second Too Long.

There'll Be No Encore
He Couldn't But There's No Need
He Has Her Hand In His.
Seeing This You Asks For The Toilet
Not Feeling The Best
And Get Lost On Your Way Upstairs.
Later Two Of Them Find You
Sprawled In And Out Of His Bed Sheets
With No Room For Her.

Trying To Lift You By Your Morbid Waist
"Well Fuck Ya Johnny"
And Watch Them Leave Through Cracked Eyes.
It Was A Small Victory
Until You Realized His Room's Above The Kitchen
And Everybody Had Left.
The Morning Showed Her Appreciation
With Imprints Of Two Sweat
Staining Cheeks On The Breakfast Island.

CK

Wade

It Couldn't Be Explained In A Phone Conversation
So There Was A Missed Call From An Old Friend
You Sit Trying To Forget That Feeling That Resurfaced At Weddings
But Rain Is Only Making The Crossing Lights Bigger
Until You're Recounting Your Stops Four Or Five Times
And Start Wondering About Your Shadow's Reflection In The Window

Could You Tell The Difference Between The Same
And Wonder Would A Trolley Coffee Open Your Eyes
Till A Familiar Laugh A Few Seats Down Puts You Out The Window Again

A T.V. In A Family's Sitting Room Is The Background
To A Song But The Battery Kicks Halfway Through
Wrongly She Once Said Cosmic Love Was Made On A Train Journey
But Their Different Bedfellows, Not Unlike Coach Seats
And Ashtrays, Remember Them, Their Gone Too
Till Again You Wonder About The Man Who Now Has The Better Part Of Her Day

CK

Anninut

The Squeak Of The Trolley Wheel
Under The Weight Of Mr Sachs
Could Be Heard At The Front Gate
Warning The Children To Keep Clear
They Were Right
They Would Only Take Fifteen Minutes
Four Latex Gloves Escort Him From His Home
For The Second Last Time
A Wave Ahead And Out
To The Day's Empty Street
Rushing Him In To The Back
With The Clicking Of Double Doors
He Was Brought To Be Thrown
In With Pyrewood And A Half Bottle Of Old Spice,
His Scent The Wife Said
They Return Not Twelve Hours Later
With The Husband Conveniently Packaged
And I'm Forced To Sign For Him

CK
  

Outliving

Two Foldout Chairs Upon A Hard Shoulder
With Ham Crushed Between Bread Then False Teeth
Luke Warm Earl In A Cup Holder
Been Seen Making Use Of The Mid-Summer Heat

The Lorries Are Breaking Breeze
Even Friendly Drivers Greet Our Ears Like Thunder
For We're An Age Past Overseas
But The Pages Of Our Daily Is Being Blown Asunder

CK

Sunt Lacrimae Rerum Is Latin For "I Don't Love You"

There Are Tears At The Heart Of Things.
Traipsing Through My House And Home
Feeling Each Freckle And Fissure Of Skin
As You Run Your Hands Along My Things
Chipping Away More Than You Could Know
You're Not The First Or The Last Who's Been
There Are Tears At The Heart Of Things.

There Is No By-Word I Could Say Which Had Less Sting

There Are Tears At The Heart Of Things.
All Within The Elastic Of One Breath
You Accepted All We Could Ever Be
Naming Yourself After Each Of My Things
There We Suffered Each Other's Death
As I Wondered What Was Left For Me
There Are Tears At The Heart Of Things.

There Is No By-Word I Could Say Which Had Less Sting

There Are Tears At The Heart Of Things.
Becoming A Widow Before A Bride
And The Stars Began Turning Once More
Forcing You To Replace All Of My Things
Now Behind Other Walls You Hide
You Can Pick Yourself Off The Floor
There Are Tears At The Heart Of Things.

CK

Spaceman = Love

A Cover Song You Half Recognize
A Similar Look In A Girlfriend's Eyes
A New Stitch In A Worn Out Knee
A Sense Of Deja Vu Is All He'll Be
A Spaceman Coming Home
A Feeling He Can't Unknow

CK

Fragment #35

My Little Sister
I Just Cannot Imagine
Another Eighteen

CK

Eight Hours

1.
Waving Down Headlights
Before The Bridge
But Cars Came And Turned
All Without Warning
Until Members Recognized
His Old Mondeo
Pushed To The Verge.
Searching Old By-Roads
And Waterlogged Fields
One Found Him
With His Badge In His Pocket

2.
He Kept Doors Locked
So She Wouldn't Be Caught
But Rainwater Seeped
Through Regulated Vents
And Around Ankles
Till She Was Screaming
In Her Native Tongue.
A Window Only Cuts Hands And
Doesn't Squeeze Bodies
Sneaking His Keys Under Mats
To Let The Coroner In

CK

Recess

Tequila Fucks Shit Up
Even Mixed In A Red Cup
Then A Bottle In The Shower
Until It Tastes Less Sour
Lost Count Of What You Had
With Salt It Ain't Too Bad

I Think I'll Tell Her Now
But She's Out Of Town
It Just Needs To Be Said
Or A Text Will Do Instead

Now You Can't Read A Door Sign
Today's Sex Is So Hard To Define
Just Give Me A Lock
So All They Do Is Knock
And I'll Sleep Here For The Night
In The Morning I'll Feel Alright

Jasus How Am I Home
And Where The Fucks Me Phone
I Feel That Angst It Brings
Among Other Shook Things
Check Your Trouser Pockets
And Eyes Fall From Their Sockets
Why Is My Phone Is Dead
But Then I Remember What I Said

CK

Death Throws Disclose

The Softest Words Spoken Are Lovers Secrets Broken
And It Brings Sirens That Sound Like Names
It's A Quiet Cut Once All Mouths Are Kept Shut
As You Recall Of All You Loving Claims

CK

No Klein Above The Trouser Line

No High-Lights Or Tan-Lines
With Lidl's Finest Wine
All Assist And Resists
In A Playground Past Nine
For You Don't Stamp Wrists
For The Chance Of A Kiss

CK

Fragment #34

On My Chest Your Fingers
Write Reasons To Fight Off
Everyday's Light

CK

A Goodbye With A Black Eye

"Finish Your Drink So We Can Dance"
As Your Fidgeting With Your Underwear
But She Decides To Leave For A Bag Of Chips
She Doesn't Offer To Share

Your Running Nose Leaves A Shine On Her Cheek
But You Feel It Isn't The Only Thing Wrong
"I Don't Know What You Expect From Me?"
When It Was This All Along

CK

Whorehound

Molly Bloomed There In The June Sun
Dimpled Cheek Checks In Roof Mirrors
Nimble Fingers Wrapped In Her Curls
Lying In A Dress Without Knickers
A Nightstand With A Ring And Pearls
Then Four Shoes With Laces Undone
You're Just Like Those Other Girls
Who Takes From Other Ones
When Night Asks Which She Prefers

CK

Feckless

Morning Light Blew Teardust From Her Pillow
And Out The Window She Opened
To Let The Smell Of Spilt Sugar And Beer Drift Out

Out In To City Streets Where She First Stood In Que
Befriended By A Quick Bouncers Hand
Disco Dancers Worse Their Busy Fingers Caused This Mourning

CK

Unbuttoning The Zips Of Their Jeans

A Name That's Muttered Between Bathroom Stalls
And Her Fake Number Written On The Gents Walls

We're All Laborers For Loveless One Word Texts
Being Scalded And Scolded Till Trodden With Blame
Her Alter Comes With Bartenders And Bendy Straws
And Blackboard Shots That Include Her Name

As Taxi Drivers Say She's Only One Ride Away
For That Advise You Don't Mind To Pay

You Can Watch First Years Execute Bloody Fail Marys
With Ever So Slight Mentions Of A Past Pretty Lay
Till She Waves Goodbye With Slow Closing Eyelids
Extended And Bended Necks Watch Her Walk Away

                                       ---

But You Recall Toothed Smiles With Clenched Rosary Beads
Of Sweat Dripping From Your Gelled Hair
Tongues Stepping Stones To The Corner Of The Smoking Area
Her Held Hand Does Attract The Other Boys Stare

Pretend She's A Classroom Shadow And Not Some Prize
Some Girl Whitewashed In Daylight And Unrecognized

Smoke Darkens The Timbre Of Your Words And
The Heat Lamps Have Butter Melting In Your Mouth
And She's Pronouncing S's With X's Snuck In The Back
Lending The Conversation The Whole Way South

Famous Last Words Were Needed To Be Said
As She Lead You To Her Un-Christsened Bed

CK

Fragment #33

Packet Torn Roaches,
Loose Tobacco Is Breath Blown
On Old Copy Books

CK

Shadows Three Years Old

I Spoke To That Girl Before
Did She Live On The Top Floor?

Winter Kept Us Honest
To The Depths Of Your Despair
Who Could Find Solace
In A Note She Wouldn't Prepare

I Hear Of That Girl Before
She's The Building's Number Four

This Is Not Her Room
And We Are Left Without A Name
And There Is Something
We Can Explain Or She Can Reclaim

I Heard Of That Before
She Was Lifted By A Closing Door

CK

Bound

There Was A Cost For That Meat
We Rather Eat Fat And Bones
Just To Rest Our Tired Feet
And Not Be Tied To These Stones

CK

The Littlest Of Sounds

We Are Far From Building Forts From The Bed Sheets
We Exchange Drunk Texts Like Serenade Receipts
I'll Sing You Songs Into An Empty Bottle Neck
But There's Other Suitors On Your Old Tape Deck
Another Randomer Who I Have Painted The Villain
Probably A County Captain Who Can Strum Some Dylan
Dressed Head To Toe In Topshop Sale Racks
I Am Nothing But Someone To Retrace His Tracks

So I Rolled Off Into The Night's First Wet Patch
Then Forgotten Mens Socks Leave Me To Mismatch
Shaking Hands Can Barely Tie My Shoes As You Blame It On The Booze
An Excuse You'll Come Overuse, One That Tends To Leave A Bruise
I Feel I Am Upon The Sleeve Of Your Favorite Check Shirt
A Heart Rolled, Re-rolled And Squeezed, Until I Don't Know My Worth

CK

Training

The Rain Drops Flow Away From Me
My Backs To Home In A Dirty T-Shirt
Was A Rough Night And Rougher Morning
I Feel It Stop In My Throat As A Warning
How They Love Drama Up Here
Girls Trading Wickeds For Tears
Thanks Jack For Taking The Edge
As The Kids Say Your Some Lege

But Two Freckled Fucks Argue Beside Me
Where Is There Mother
Off Stretching Seamen By The Seashore
Or Some Other Housewife Chore

Then There's That Old Man Who's Flying Low
He's Drippling But I Think That He Knows
He's Staring And Ball Bearing At
Two Seats Across And I've Forgot Her Name
Siobhan? Sarah? Siorsha? Their All The Same
Sally? Who's Named Sally These Days
Screw It Was Only A Shift During My Emo Phase

She Gives A Wink Just For Shits And Gig T-Shirts
That Catalouge Her Nights
This Slayer One Sings Of When
Her Boyfriend Fights
Giving Me Cuts And Bruises
As She Uncrossed Her Legs As A Randomer Begs
Pockets Cigarette Square And Fingers Do Itch
Holding Her Pen Like She's Marlboro's Bitch
Strangeways, Here We Come
There She's Got Some
She Would Smell The Cocaine
But It's Not For The Pain
Home With Two Kisses Goodnight
The Bed Sheets The Only Thing Tight

Fuck I Should Stop Staring
I'm As Bad As The Old Jit
Without My Johnson Banging
In The Wind And Not Giving A Shit

Fuck School Books To Be Read
I'll Just Put Down My Head
Till Some Alarm Rings And Wakes
Now I Don't Feel The Shakes
As We All Start With Breaks
I Am Now A Roman In Rome
Beimid Ag Teach Go Isteach Home

CK

Dis-Scripted

She Wears The Shirt Ironically
Yet The Disc Is In The Changer
They Sound Like Their From Cali
Then Greet It Like A Stranger
"Oh Is That Who They Are?
Mom Must Have Left It In The Car"

CK

Crawl Space

The Shadows Of The Cloud Passed Over And Back
The Sand Is Sticky With The Sweat Of His Back
Muttering Mexican Slang That's Short For Prayers
Drinking The Bottled Water He Forgot To Pack

That Vista Was Never In Doubt
It Wasn't What Was In Lack

Under Rocks Stop Him When One Sneaked Out
Heyday Heat Came Indiscreet To Passed Him Out
The Say The Small Ones Are The Most Dangerous
It Was Nice To Have Taken Him Before The Drought

CK

Juno

Will It Last Seven Years Too
An Anger Over Women
I Choose Before You

My Feelings Are Dido
But Take Her Away
And Cry When It Grows

There's A Reason
The City's Called Paris
And He's Still Not A Freeman

It's Not About The Film
To Here You Are Confused
It's The Power You Have To Let Love Kill Him When Bruised

CK

The Seven Islands

Set Sail The Bitter River
I Know The Star Map Is Wrong
The Gauls Can't Be Everywhere
They're Only A Hundred Men Strong

We All Love Babylon
But These Dots Are Not Stars
They Are Lights From Bigger Cities
Only Reflected In Ours

Home Is Still Home
And Free Of Wild Savages
But We Must See The Dogheads
On The Edge Of The World Each Balances

CK

Out At The Pictures

A Double If It's Free
Or The Back Has Two Seats
Just So No One Can See
Were Every Couple Meets
Will He Grab My Hand
Will It Go As I Planned

It Feels Like First Time Jitters
"You Want To Go To The Pictures?"

Something About The Dark
And All The Other Strangers
You See Every Spark
And A Kiss Feel Endangered
Until I See His Eyes Shine
And His Lips Meet Mine

CK

Forget The Fall

I See You By That Douglas Fir
Shadows Only Make You Smaller
Than The Others' Words
You Choose To Color

You Should Stop Hiding
And Trust Your Friends A Little Less
Because They Fill Me
With What You Wish To Confess

Do Tell Them Lies
Like The Shit Comedy Central Wants.
It Make's You Feel Better
Words Of Regret And Old Haunts

Like Old Schools And Town Gardens
In Where You First Felt
A Hand Forced Up Tops By Friends
Who Gave Better Than You Dealt

I Might See You On Some Cover
And I'll Mention Your Name
But Who'll Walk Your Side
As Your Flaunt Other's Fame

I Hope When You Search
You Find Before Me
Because I'd Hate To See You
As Just A Nominee

Remember Them Nights In Beds
You Faced Me
I Don't Think He Will
Does He See What You See

But Ye're So Honest Aren't Ye
He Is Bound To Know
So Full For Them Virtues
He Can't Help But Go

But He Still Wanders Here
Just Like I Said He'd Be
You Are Some Girl
For Fighting For Mediocrity

CK

Stripping Cigarettes With Sticks And Stones

Across The SU The Lights Are Dim
He's Not Ready For An Introduction
"I've Heard Of You... But Not From Him"
It Left Her With Little In Deduction
She Didn't Need To Squint
To Read The Fine Print

But Then Came The Pissing Contest
You Took Them To The Shooting Gallery
The Boys Could Only Leave Depressed
As I Felt The Lyrics Of Jamie T
Now I Owe You A Can
"Don't You Ever Change, Man"

CK

Is This The Sound Of Settling?

As She Studied Notes
He Searched For Surprises
And Fell For Other Glances
As The Smoking Area Arises

'Can I Borrow A Smoke?'
And What's More Exciting
Than A Strangers Joke
Under Outdoor Lighting
'Don't Tell Me Your Name
Lets Just Share A Flame
Don't You Know We Are
Two Cut From The Same'

'I Don't Mean To Sound Like A Slut...'
Her Twisting Foot Crushed A Cigarette 'Butt
This Place Is Dead And I've Such A Cold Bed'
So Her Hand Led And Their Clothes They Shead
On Her Body He Fed And Wondered 'Do I Wish You Were Her Instead?'

CK

This Is From Cleo To You

Such Tidings Do Break Me
But Was Easy To Foresee
Proof This Stained Dagger
No Words Speak My Anger:
'So She Was Fuckin' Paddy
That's No News To Me
Was Textin' Him Away
But Sure What Could I Say'

Other Ships Hold Her Bay
What Reason For Me To Stay
Cornered In House And Home
By The Real Men Of Rome:
'She Has Her Lad Now
So I'll Take Me Bow
She Can Only Do It Once
Cheat Me With Those Cunts'

She Said From Her Tragedy
With Lips That Spoke 'Antony
Be Quick To Follow Me
And Apart We Won't Be':
'She Told Me To Say
She Did Not Mean To Stray
She Still May Love You
But She Cannot Live As Two'

'They Spoke Of Helen Of Troy
And The Ships She Could Deploy
But It's We Who'll Fill Stages
Longer Than Homeric Ages':
'You Say He Owns A Lexus
As If To Make Me Jealous
But She Will Still Call My Name
I Hear His Pillow Talk Is Tame'

Away His Sword Brought Him
And Lay In Roman Trim
One Woman Tells Him Lies
With Pigs Blood For His Eyes:
'Tell Her She Can Fuck Off'
Like A Pig From A Trough
Her Best Friends Do Lie
With Rumors They Imply

He Took His Just Like You
Alone, Her Words Were Untrue:
Once He Walked Away
With Who Could She Stay

CK

Last Days On Sugar Mountain

Summers Are No Longer Fun
I Now Mind The Rain
I Don't Own A Water Gun
And I Never Will Again

Thirty Strong Games Of Tag
Fall To Wrist Sprain
Fires And A Sleeping Bag
And He Never Will Again

Once With Lipstick Cheeks
Now Can't Make Daisy Chains
Doesn't Listen When Mother Speaks
And She Never Will Again

We Are Woman, We Are Man
The Last Days On Sugar Mountain

CK

Bananas

The Taximan Won't Put Up The Racket
Popped Locks And Take Your Jacket
Roads Are Quiet And Lead To Dark
Guided By Our Cigarette Sparks

Signpost Are No Use With The Names They Give
Especially When You Don't Know Where You Live

Which Flowerpot Has The Damn Keys
Broken Windows And Dirty Knees
Sharing Secrets Among Your Friends
And Used Teabags After Nighclubs End

The Whiskey Is Telling You What You Feel
And The Cuts On Your Hands Aren't Ready To Heal

CK

Grass Roots

Hands Cup Glass Of A Beat Up Past

The Roof Has Caved In
You Know It Ain't What It Has Been
Probably That Bad Storm A Few Years Ago
Who Knows What Befell Or Arose
Where Are The Swings
They'd Sit Where Those Rusted Things Do Lie
And We Would Tie The Dog To It

Over There
That's Where He Did Propose
And Took My Mother's Hand
There They Planted A Bush Of Rose
Shame It's Cut From The Land
The Door Is Jammed But The Window Ain't
Flaking Off Chips Like Dry Warpaint
This Place Is A Death Trap
Walls And Floors Like A Relief Map
You Can See In To The Attic
Feels Doomsday Dramatic
With The Sky Between The Tiles

Our Old Stove Is Still There
Needs Less Than A Repair
Too Heavy To Lift I Guess
That Door Frame Was Me At Thirteen
The Same Size As You
You Can See My Growing Spurt Were Overdue

We Didn't Leave It Like This
It Be Cheaper To Burn
"Dad, Does It Still Feel Like Home
When You Return?"

CK

From A Star Spangled Pen

A Funeral Party And You Are All Invited
There's Jazz In The July Sun
And Places Do Double As Fallout Shelters

Pretty Blonde Girls Make It The Summer
Officers Rolled Up Sleeves
Ice Coffee Sweat Has Them Skipping Donuts

We Know Streets Are Lies But Not The Gold
Please Bring Back Gifts
From Places Where You Carved Your Name

I Hear They Do Be Swooning Your Accent
All So Easy We'd Say
We All Really Must Visit There Sometime

They Notice One Piece Of Shit Out Here
When There's So Many Inside
The Kind Of Thing Best Kept Under Hats

Rumors From Home Now Good To Hear
Life Is Lived Over Yonder
Wonder Will They Be True On Your Return

CK

Poggy

"Are You On Drugs, Hey?"
It's All He'll Ever Say
"Do You Know Who I Am?"
An Irish Boy In The U.S.A

A Sound Old Skin So He Is
'Til There's A Bit A Drink In Him
Something From His Line
When Blood Boils To The Brim

CK

Failing Fade

I Can't Help But Think I Never Should Have Thought
Look At Where That Cabin In The Woods Got Him
I Doubt She Will Ever Be Forever Ago, I Don't Know

You're Living On In These Words Like Tiny Worlds
Why Don't I Just Name Every One After You
You Love To See Me Care, You Feel It's Fair

Now You Wonder Why I Speak In Silence
I Moved Too Soon But Was Gone Either Way
So Please Stop Standing In The Doorway

CK

Le Love

Don't You Want To Be Crazy With Me
And Feel What Those Poets Speak
I'm Drunk Off The Idea Of It
And Breaking Who Have Yet to Commit
I'll Bring You To The Ends Of The Earth
And You'll See The Fall And Know It's Worth


CK

R.O.A.R

Uncoupled
We Might Have Woke Your Parents
Trousers Unbuckled
Around Our Ankles Like Your Presents
Our Shirts Crumpled
Upon Bedroom Floors These Opened Doors
Your Head Is Troubled
But Not As Bad As These Friends Of Yours
Unlocked And Locked They Stumbled
I Wish People Would Stop Walk In
Under Sheets I'm Smuggled
Good Thing You Have A Twin
Your Screams Muffled
A Mistake We Are Both Sure
Voices Jumbled
I Guess This Is Bonjour
Unhumbled

CK

In Big Fuck Off Letters

Something Lost In That Uplifting Chorus
Happiness Had You Searching In Your Thesaurus
For Words That Might Sound Right
'I'm Doing Well' Is Only Said With Bite
Now I'm Unheard And Slurred
Stop Wasting Pages With An Instrumental Word
If An Album Can Be Wrote
I Justify Drunken Poems And A Wailed Quote
At Least What He Said Was True
Sure Laura Was Miles Too Good For You
My Door Is Always Opened
Banging In The Wind As It's Hoping
Songs Endings Can Only Be
Going With Someone Else Who Is Not Me
Noah Your Songs Make Little Sense
When There Is A Boyfriend For A Picket Fence

Cigarettes Taste Better Than You
Opening Packets When Nights Are Out Of Tune
From A Tear Tasting Mouth
Its Amazing What Shocking Whiskey Can Spout
Roaming Outside The Confines
I Should Really Be Sticking To The Page Lines
It Was Going To Be Unheeded
But Where's The Lads When Theres Editing Needed
No Strangers I Know These People
We Will Spoon As I Can Only Sleep In Fetal
So Someone Put Me To Bed
I Think Enough Words Are Yet To Be Said
Good God My Hands Hurt
Punching Walls Over A Bit Of Skirt
Close To Picking Up The Phone
To Tell You I Am Ready To Disown

No Matter What My Sisters Said
It Was Only Water And Ground To Retread
So I'll Smoke Filter-less Cigarettes
As I Separate Memories From The Regrets
And My Pen Stops Writing
For The Teardrops And Ink Are Fighting
Like They Are Suppose To
When It Comes To Writing About You

CK

Fragment #32

You'd Need Too Be Drunk
Sir What Is Your Cheapest Wine
Its Just For This Hump

CK

Harvest Soon

Picked and Pulled From My Own Field
A Tráleen About Your Finger Sealed
Other Blades Still Grow
As Others Throw And Sow

One I Have Fashioned Into A Ring
Picked In The Earliest Of Spring
The Tráleen I Did Bring Her
Still Lingers Her Finger

I Once Promised I Would Marry You
And With This Ring Its What I'll Do
But Tráleens Do Not Stay
They Decay And Fall Away
And Undo

CK

Fragment #31

Dyed Suicide Blonde
Least Now It Matches Her Eyes
A Gothic Baptize

CK

Fragment #30

He Did Show Me Love
And You Showed There Was More Than,
From Here I Move On

CK

This Is For Her

To Her:
A Candle That Was Out And Ever Burnt
That Was All We Ever Were
But She Was There When You Weren't
And I Wish You Were Her

And To Her:
Nights When In Sheets We Were Sown
Every Moment Would Recur
And All The Nights That I Was Alone
I Only Thought Of Her

CK

Fragment #29

Hanging Cigarettes
From Her Lips, It Dips And Strips
Brunette Bedroom Set

CK

Fragment #28

Old Synthesizer
Call His Boots To A Dance Floor
Fuck Weddings And Dads

CK

Fragment #27

Cheap As Fucking Chips
You Would Think Them Fake Lashes
Would Cost A Bit Though

CK

Codladh Sámh

Just Tell Noah I Am Asleep
He Does Worry
Lift The Sheets To Where
I Can Reach
There Is Nothing Between Nights So
What's The Hurry

Leave The Window Open For
The First Birds
Don't Go To Wake Me Just Send
For The Father
And Lay With Me Until I'm Lowered
With His Words

CK

Words I Wish To Slip Beneath Your Door

Now And For Forever
You Will Always Be
The Measure Of My Love
The Salt Of My Sea

CK

Bolted And Broke

Down By The Cans Aside The Creamery
He Lay Without
Thistles Prickling His Ear
His Boot Untied
That Old Rust Gate Needed Fixing
He Never Did Get Around To It
The Longest Poorest Finger
Not A Gaudy Mark
His Chest Caved
It Had Always Given Him Bother
Where Was His Stick They Will Ask
But Little Use It Would Have Been
There Was A Loss Of Fear In It
From Many Marts Ago
Has Rawest Of Hides This Stud
Soon A Local Will Wrangle Him
Into Some Vacant Lot
Tagged But One Did Recognized It
And Upon Return He Will Be Found
Some Of The Boys Do Joke
With The Weight Of It
It May Cover His Costs

CK

Moth

I Am A Romantic
And I Will Not Share
With Or Without
Just Bring One To Bear

For This Is The End
Or The Start If You Choose
Make Up Your  Mind
It Is All Win Or Lose

I Have Dreamt Too Long
Of What Is Not Often Enough
You Can See My Hand
You Can Call My Bluff

I Don't Care Anymore
It's Yours To Break
But If You Want It
Then Keep What You Take

CK

Nothing Good Happens

It's After Two And You Know What To Do
But You Won't
No One Awake Except For You Two
So You Won't

CK

Troy, To Which I Sail

Bare Searching With Locked Lips
Your Finger Circles Beneath My Shirt
A Touch Could Send My Ships
Setting Sail Upon A Flirt

There's No More Weeks
Nor Months That Come Between
Lying Still Cheek To Cheek
As If We Had Always Been

With The Tips Of Our Noses
We Speak A Silly Word
A War From A Bed Of Roses
The Sail The Wind Has Stirred

Only Then I Couldn't Sleep
Knowing What The Morning Takes
In Darkness We Will Keep
Drift Again As Dawn Breaks

Why Must One Fall
Just A Little Bit Less
I'll Hold On 'Til Last Call
Fingertips Can Only Caress

I Would Not Leave But
It Rose And So Must I
Before You Make The Cut
Depart With The Morning Sky

Helen, I've Returned To New Places
With More Waves In The Sea
No Land Or Boat Replaces
Where I Wish To Be

CK




 

Fragment #26

Cacti Are Not Soft
On Window Sills, Cut And Still
Until It Flies Off

CK

Fragment #25

One Of These Is Real
It Is Lampshade Not Lightshade
You Live In The Other

CK

Fragment #24

Shower Shaves Away
Bearded Nights Around His Mouth
But Lipstick Will Stain

CK

Fragment #23

Pulp Fiction Was Fun
Squirming As The Ear Falls
Did I Mix Them Up

CK

Fragment #22

No Panama Hats,
They Can't Hold Out In This Rain
Spoke From Roof Gardens

CK

Fragment #21

Home's Feet Under Me
In Buckets, All Cut Speechless
Sailing Out To Sea

CK

Fragment #20

Light Never Lingers
For Eyes Shut, Bound Or Sealed
By Peaking Fingers

CK

An Empty Whiskey Glass Drenched In Lipstick

Rough Is The Day
And Hollow The Night
T.V Static Puts You In A Panic
As You Bury The Bulb But Leave The Switch On
Wallet Need Not Be Beat With Kisses And Red Wine Stains
I Get Lost In Your Bookshelves As My Name Is Spoke Of In Each
Jim Beam Me Up To This Oddity Of An Odyssey Through Past Nights
A Perfume Bottle Smashed On The Bed And She Whispers 'Are You Ready?'
Rough Is The Day
And Hollow The Night

CK

Runway

Runway Will Move Beneath Your Feet
Lights Flickered Beat From A Window Seat
Each In Perfect Line It's The City Spine
Made With Orange Shine, They Pave Way Home

Runway Is Found As We Slow To A Crawl
Out In Urban Sprawl For The Final Recall
To The Gate You Awoke, The Hostess Soft Spoke
In The Land You Revoke To The Saddest Of Men

CK

Heat

Ripping Shower Curtains
While Holding Thighs
Fall Upon The Tiles
Still Holding Eyes

Trickled Water Drops
Mixed With Sweat
Both Moving Bodies
Left Dripping Wet

Her Cradled Back
While His Dug Nails
Under Bathroom Lights
Other Love Pales

CK

Scrap And Scrapes

You Were Taken While I Made Up My Mind
Now It's Hard To Tell You This
When I'm Heard Singing Deaf, Dumb And Blind
But You're Still The One I Miss

I Thought The Front Light Was On But I Find
It Is Too Dark To Reminisce
Of All The Places That Once Would Remind
I Can't Remember Our First Kiss

CK

Stolen Swings Stop Swinging

Token Texan Boy

With Harder Farmer Tan

Freckles Fade Out

Who's Walked-Talked Ran

Quiet Queer Calling

Out Other Bummer Sins

Pick Pray Alone

Likes Mellow Yellow Skins

Make-out Men With

Some Fist Wrist Action

Fighting Fit Boy

Pushed Hushed Transactions

Korean Kid Coughing

And Blood Flood Lungs

Slowly Swallows Down

Trodden Foreign Tongues 

CK

Caught Between The Carriages

Forget Fallen Poets
It's Beat Feats Here
Sell Selected Works
Of Doc's Hocked Gear

Rockin' Raged Speakers
No Band Stand Days
Caking Coke Stains
On Bro's Nose Stays

Sung Stolen Goods
For Wild Child Bringin'
Hippy-D-Hop Still
With Mighty Whitey Singin'

CK

Reign It In

You Paid The Flights Now See The Sights
Each One Is A Hit To The A.T.M
Hollywood Showed It With More Lights
But I Guess I Was The One Who Lit Them

CK

Mr Sachs And The 85th Street Fire

Bring The Refreshments Up To My Mother's Apartment
They Are Needed For Tomorrow
And The Night After Maybe
Hopefully There Won't Be Too Many

Up The Service With The Trolley And There She Sits
In Her Nightgown And Curlers And An Old Age Smell
From The Kitchen Table She Points Where To Rest Them
There's Tip-less Thank You And I Curse
The Old Lady The Whole Way Down
Because I Had Forgot
And She Hadn't Reminded Me

By The Time I Reach The Front Gate Ashen Script
The Size Of Hands Float Down To The Ground
Smoke Over Buildings With The Sweating Wind
Blowing It To Us And The People

Fire Engines Race First With Young Harlemites On Bikes
In Toe To See The Flames
No Wonder They Don't Trust You, You Revellers
Sirens Stop And Choppers Start Circling Above The Rest
With Every Vision Of Every People
It Has To Be Somebody, It Just Has To Be
It Is Never An Accident When It Comes To Us
Anti-Murmurs Cleanse The Air Quick But Not Forgotten
As A Mexican Smoker Raises His Head
Only To Have It's Tip Cut Off
He Took A Little, So Did We
And They Expect Their Sympathy From The Front Page
And They'll Get It On The First Print

Tomorrow Night In That Apartment
It's Only Been Over A Day Yet
He Will Still Be The Second Thought
But Why Should That Change Now That He's Gone
Though She Might Remind Someone It Was The Place They Did Marry
If She Must Search For Some Reason For The Sadness
To Push Out Those Tears
And Keep Out The Whispers
As She Shows Them The Ashen Script
She Caught From Her Apartment Window Last Night
And They'll Tell Her It's A Bit Of History
Worth Keeping
But For Her It Is But More Ashes
To Place Upon The Mantle-piece

CK

Sorry But Its A Bitch

It May Set You Free
But It Will Piss You Off First
It Is All Good Until She
Has Needs You Couldn't Nurse

More Than Three Holes
That You Punched In Kitchen Walls
She's Changing Roles
And You Can't Answer The Calls

It's Fault Resting Here
And It Weight Falls All On You
Your Story You'll Rehear
And They'll Think It's Them Too

Leave Her To Yearn
For More Age Or Money Or Brawn
And When She Returns
You'll Will Have Moved On

CK

Poor Rich

Hey Get Out Of My Way Chocolate Warrior
I Know It Your Hood
But Comrade And I Are Making Tracks
You Is Slowing Me Up
And You Don't Wanna Mess With Soldiers

I Could See Those Hi-Tops Hit Tar-Mac And Keep Going

Hey How Are You Today Mr. Kike
Thank You So Much
A Dollar And Here's A Tip For You
Thank Your Grand Daddy
Who Won That Game Of Hide And Seek

If It Were Me I Would Have Looked A Little Harder

CK

Afternoon Live

It's Cracking Outside
There's Water In The Ducts And Sidewalks
The Sky Alight
With Lines Cutting From One End To The Other
An Afternoon Storm
I Watch From A Window Like The Whole Street
Faces Gazing Up
Ignoring Each Other When Thunder Knock On The Door

CK

A Rambling Man

There Is A Mile Of Red Lights
Flaring Between Small Windows
Stopping And Cutting All Along
'Til Harlem And Then It's Messy
But I Won't Go There Just Yet
I'll Stay Awhile Longer Here
Where Stones Are Carved Faces
These People They Always Smile
They Are So Pretty
So Can I Stay

Their Hands Soft And Loved
And Are Of The Finer Things
Like Shoes Have You Seen Them
They Are So So White
And So Comfortable And Nice
So Just Ten More Minutes Please

I Just Want To Stand Here
Watching Taxis Come And Go
Filled With People That Have Places
To Go And People To See
Where A Tip Of The Doorman's Hat
Sends You Into The Night
Please Sir Can't I Just Stand
Just A Second Longer

I Take Up Such Little Space
I Am Sure The Tenants Won't Mind
The Trolley Is Empty Anyways
It Would Be No Bother At All
Please Sir
Let Me Watch Them One Moment Longer
Please

CK

Tell Me More, Tell Me More

Two Hot And Sticky For It
To Go Knocking Belt Buckles
Leave It To Them Water Bugs
They're Spent As Summer Couples

What Are Ones With Time And
No Money To Be Spent
They'll Entertain In Some Way
Bodies Don't Cost A Cent

CK

Advice

I'll Show You The Ropes
Flaw Is Hard To Admit
So Just Follow My Steps
Ignore That That Don't Fit

CK

Poisoning

This Den Of Smoke And Ash
Holds Ones Of Dwindled Stash
Caked Bodies Line The Floors
Leave Stains And Opened Doors
There's Still Socks On Their Feet
Piss On The Toilet Seat
Slow Awake With Midday
Strange Tides Do Rush Their Way
Sneak Up After Rough Nights
Sore Eyes Now Sorer Sights
All Calls Met With Turned Heads
Slumbered In Make Shift Beds
Animals Of The Dark
Burnt Like Cigarette Sparks
Suffers Night And It's Marks

CK

Sell-Out

Though It's You Selling Big Mac Queens

You Wish It Was Surf Boards

Made From Used Tree Bark

You've Changed Man

You've Changed

CK

The Wait

You're Nearing Chapter's End

And There's Nobody's Bated Breath 

Flowing Out On The Back Of My Neck

So You Just Await Your Starters Orders

But The Rabbit Ain't On Track Over Here

But Still Sing Home Town Slang Over Guitar Strums

And It Will Come

CK

Night Times

Famous Times Square
A Fuckin' Fun-fair
Buy My CD
I Rappin' With Flare

This Night Is Day
Came Every Which Way
Spend Some Your Money
For The Week Stay

I Know My Rights
Breaking Red Lights
Hold Up The City
On Sticky White Nights

They Standing Straight
Watching Jail Bait
'Til The Shift's End
Snaps While You Wait

We Want You!
And Your Friend Too
Enlist Here
For Red, White And Blue

The Image Does Fit
One Look Twice Bit
The Centre The World
And This Is It

CK

Where Your Eyes Can't See

Planes Overhead They Mock Me
Down Here It's "How Are The Yankees?"
"Oh Don't Talk To Me They Are Breaking My Heart"
A Land Founded And Gutted On The Fumes Of Reefer Smoke And Gasoline
Built Like Squares Which Never Leave Your Eyeline
Give Me Water In Which You'll Drown
At Least I Am Closer To Home

CK

On To The Next One

The Salt Of Earth These Boys
Supplied Fist Bumps And All
Forget Those Sub-Urban Kids
With Strong Southern Drawls

A Boombox For Their Voice
It Rest Upon Ones Shoulders
Mexicans Are Ones To Talk
Rolled Like A Heavy Boulders

Crushed So There's No Climbing
But It Is A Rung-Less Ladder
No Chance Of A Falling
Can't You Hear The Anger

Rustlings Over In Corona
In The Belly Of The Beast
New Cities House Them All
The Homeland Is Deceased

CK

His Name Is Johnston, He's A Virgo

That Bitch Made Me Stretch My Jumper

If She Weren't A Mongrel I Might've Humped Her

Two Dogs Quarrel As They Wait For The Lift

Stopped By A Porter On A Double Shift

We Are Home Now Get Me Off This Lead

Its Hard To Fight When Its That Hard To Bred

After Strolls Through Park With Vicious Little Pups

Past All The Boys With Their Dollar Cups

Boy Oh Boy It's A Dog's Life Here

I'll Just Shit Now For Park Is Too Near

CK

Trans-Atlantic, My Least Favorite Word

It's More Than Distance From Your Heart To Your Sleeve

I Should Have Forgot Your Name Just As I Was To Leave

Holding Hands Cross The Ocean To Where I Hide

Yet I Still Wonder What Your Doing As I Lie On The Other Side

CK

Sub-Race-Way

Old Famous Tubes Filled With Them People Beneath Busy Feet
Along With The Rats
Squared Away Under Flats To Keep Them Off The Street

Black Blocks Blocked Up With The Refuse Of The City
Twisted Peaked Caps
Headphones Who Raps Along With Slang That's So Witty

Brothers Voices Can Carry Through The Next Carriage
But Not Ground Level
The New York Orchestral Is Spoke In More Than One Language

CK

Risk-less Reward-less

Drunken Hall Passes For Football Captains

Like Pop Princesses Crowning Passions

Hard Hat Areas Roam This Cowboys' Town

Like Crunched Cans That Tumble Down

Songs Repeat Like The Boys Without Risk

Like The Scratches On The Disc

Search For The Meanness Of The Lyrics

Like Bitter Lemon Colored Civics

Love Those Crutches When They Are In Pairs

Like High Heels Negotiate Stairs

Returning Lovers With Backspin And Speed

Like Junkies Over-Fed Greed

Downed Red Bulls That Moan Of Empty Halves

Like Motherless Suckled Calves

Phones Back-Lights Lit The Room's Insides

Like Teeny Bopper Couch Rides

Leaving Stains With The Cheeks Of Their Arse

Like Heart Shaped Wood Carves

Reminders To The Ease And Want Of Touch

Unlike Love It Don't Cost As Much

CK

Woodlawn Did Us Wrong

A Graveyard For A Lawn
Would Fit Us All In
Keep Us All Together
Every Man Of Every Kin

An Off-Duty Coke Head
Has Been Rolling In My Bed
I Don't Want No Trouble Boys
That Was All He Said

Until Slaps Were Thrown
Now A Boy Is His Own
With A Dozen Cellmates
Until Away Home He's Flown

What's The Boys Problem
All Looking For A Fight
Already Spoken To Cops
And It's Only Gone Midnight

But Ye Tick All The Boxes
Drink And Smoke And Fights
Just Like On Television
Ye Live For Rough Nights

The Boys' Have An Image
Kept From Long Ago
My Father Did Before Me
Need Not Change So

The Boys Who Built This City
They Are From Long Ago
These Ones Live For Mayhem
And Are Reaping What They Sow

CK

The Pursuit Of Seasickness

Building Never Ends When It's What You Construct
All The Classic Fittings With Rough Edges Tucked
The Streets Are Lyrics To Songs I've Always Heard
Now The Words Are Empty And All Slurred
Been Given The Apple But The Core Is Rotten
Mouthful Of Taste I Wished I Had Forgotten
Notions Of A Home That I Hadn't Yet Seen
Notions Go Home Once You Have Been
The Only Thing Green On These Shores Is Me
Making Up A Living In The Land Of The Free

CK

Repair

Traveled Far Into The Country
Before It Came To A Stop
We Both Held Our Breath
As It Took The Final Drop
Back At The First Station
Was The Place To Stop
But I Kept Us Going
Until That Final Drop

You Turn Across To Me
And Tell Me Just The Same
"I Knew It All Along"
As You Try Sharing Blame
I'm The One Who's Driving
We Are Not The Same
I Was In Control
So I'm The One To Blame

Nothing There To Fix
But We Still Got Out
Opened Up The Bonnet
To Take A Look About
To Look As If I Knew
I Pulled Parts In And Out
For Awhile You Looked On
As You Waited About

But As The Day Grew On
You Began To Grow Cold
Could Only Say I'm Sorry
"This Car Is Just Too Old"
True It Is My Fault
That The Engines Cold
If We Stay Too Long
We Both Would Grow Old

So You Sleaze Up Your Hand
To Put On Smokeless Parts
You Make Do With Anything
And The Engine Starts
With Promise Of A Journey
The Road Ahead Parts
I'm The First To Break
Your The One Who Starts

I Don't Have A Choice
As I See Tail-Lights
The First I've Ever Seen
After How Many Nights
What To Do But Stare
At Disappearing Lights
Which Dwindle Even More
On Cold Broken Nights

I'm Not Sure What I See
With The Night's End
Can You Leave Behind
And Still Be A Friend
There Was Always Nothing
But For This To End
Soon You Will Be
But An Old Lost Friend

CK

Close Your Eyes When We Touch So I Know It's Me You Really Love

Innocent It Starts
With Grazing Knees
Sharing Fingers Over
Worn Out Piano Keys
But Now We're Just A Circle
Trying To Be One Standing On Chairs
Eyes Closed But One Who's Still Aware
And It's His Name You Do Not Know Yet
We Can Share The Same Mouth, The Same Spit,
The Same Voice Trances Of Powder Rubbed All Over
Sucked From Other Fingered Posers No Snow Words Spoken
Dancing With Belly Buttons Showing Emerging From Dirty Sheets
But Blood Still Flows From Your Broken Nose When The Smoke Clears
Lets Walk Home In Blankets For Morning Disappears And I Know Not If I'm Better
For Still I Have Blood And Dust Around My Nostrils And Someone Else Spit In My Mouth

CK

(Inspired By The Video To James Blake's Song "Lindisfarne II")

Bring Me The Sea

It's Great Being School Green
No History Class Of Us Two Lady
I'll See One On A Magazine
The Other's In This Month's Vanity

You Shouldn't Be With Me
You Should Be Kissing Another Girl
Lady, What You Think The Divorcee
In My Head Saying, He's So Concerned

Nurse Me 'Til It's No More Benign
With The Coldness Of Your Hatchet
Fuck That Cul De Sac Sign
I'm Knocking Walls Like A Bad Habit

Lets See What A Hair Cut
And A Few Foreign Months Can Do
Nothing Like Distance To Obstruct
Besides My Absence Is Long Over Due

Maybe I'll Suffer Like The Killers
For That Dreaded Second Album
For The Words Spoken Differs
But It Sounds The Same And No Warm Welcome

CK

Mod-Intern Romance

Baz Says You Spell Your Name With A Y
As In 'Why The Fuck Would I Bring You Home?'

Must You Be The Light Of My Life
Just For Now Be The Fire Of My Loins

Go Idle Or At Least Let My Chatbox Do
No Need To Poke When The Telly Ain't Broke

Guitar Strings A Sentence Together For
You Are A Leaver If I Couldn't Play
So For Tonight Stay

CK

Dear You

Dear You

Draw Us More In Penciled Pictures

When We're Lying In Bed

And I'll Kiss Your Forehead

Dear You

Stop Building Castles In The Air

And Trying To Live There

It's Really Getting Tiresome

Dear You

We Should Have Been Adventurers 

Like The Ones From Those Films

So I'd Have Stories For Our Sons

Dear You

Do Not Start Smoking

Even If It's Taste Is On Her Lips

And No Whiskey Nose With Small Sips

Dear You

Don't Read These Words 

But You Couldn't Anyway

For I'm Speak Now At The End Of The Day

CK
  

Helplessness

The First To Come

And Be Able To Break

The First To Come

And Give What I Take

The First To Come

And Place It In Danger

The First To Come

And I'm Still A Stranger

The First To Come 

And Replace Numb

The First To Come

And Who'd Stop You

The First To Come

And The Curtains Drew

The First To Come

And Blur All The Lines

The First To Come

And Grey Body Signs

The First To Come

And I'm Under Thumb

The First To Come

And I Hear Her Name

The First To Come

And Never Sounds The Same

The First To Come

And Do All Different

The First To Come

And Make Before Distant

The First To Come

And My Heart You Drum

CK

Words Are Tools For Backwards Fools

My Dog Is Lost
At Least For Awhile
Cost Until Exhaust
Returned To The Wild

Darken Black Coat
Prints Remain The Way
Note What Is Wrote
So He Keeps At Bay

Away The Words Keep
Inside Some Longer
Sleepy Hound Barks Deep
Sealed With This Mortar

CK

Dismantling The Golden Cage

I Can Bury This Cure

A Place We Both Know

Broke We Are So You're

The Burden I Must Stow

With Black Under My Nails

From The Shovel And The Dirt

Turn Us Back To School Tales

Wash The Stains From The Shirt

Why Must You Know The Truth

When Its Something You Disown

Alas, Our Plot Is Now Lost

For New Grass Has Overgrown 

CK

Waves They Bring The Flotsom

I've Seen This Musicbox Before
It Rose To Me On The Waves
Along With Old Summer Dresses
Too Tainted For Me To Save

Wreckage Is Only Mine To See
Others Pass By In The Night
Intact And Breaking Knots
Flickering Eyes Are Pilot Lights

Splinters Stick From My Sides
Sails Ripped In Need Of Alter
Splits Riddle Without A Shore
I Am Jetsam Upon The Water

CK

Fragment #19

Been Give A Plus
Still Have Twenty Five To Go
How Long Will B Be

CK

Come Down

Sunrise Still Awake
Follow Directions Home
Tired Leather Shake

Homeless Step Sleepy
Can't Hear Mine
All Real Dreamy

Bridge Is Empty
Standing On Railings
Wind Blew Barely

Dead Trains Confuse
Late Mourning Wait
Wet Cheeks Refuse

Sea This Foam
Covers Over Eyes
Awake, You're Home

CK

Wanderlust

The Word Should Be Printed On Every Railcar
So It's Hobo's Way To A Place Too Far
Wind Blows Every Way When Your Feet Itch
Switch Like The Young And Head For The Ditch
Hand Us Back The Strange End Of Every Strand
Land On The Last Island And Then He Can Stand

CK

An Old Love Poem

By An Open Window
We Sit Hand And Hand
Our Wrinkles Match Up
Just Like Our Wedding Bands

Longed And We Have Lived
Nowhere Left To Roam
Together In This
Our Last And Only Home

These Words We Have Spoke
A Thousand Times Before
Yet Each Time Their Said
I Love A Little More

Sleep Is Coming Soon
With Such Wintered Harms
I'll Leave Here Happy
Still In Each Others Arms

CK

Fragment #18

I'm A Petty Thief
You Be Better Off With Him
Than Be Here With Me

CK

Beat-Nik Re-Up

Rings And Circles We People Are
Roaming Streets For Those Below Our Stations
Passing Other Turned Crooked Heads
For We Have Seen No Sun Rising

Howl Has Days With Weaks In Them Feeling
Kicks And Tits About, How Can We Sleep

Anger For Hormones With Junkies Up First
Gold Medals Melted To Spoons Dripping Juice
Of The Sex And Ribs That Rise And Fall
Over Others To Get Higher

Howl Why Don't We Call This Light Brigade's
Marching Drums And Overpriced Sailors

I Can Get This Cheaper On Main Street
Without These Hunger Pains Too
The Interzone Was Yesterday's Corner
There's Sootfall There And An Unmoved Corpse

Howl These People Still Congregate
With Pipes And Tattered Manuscripts

Freed Slaves Living By Traffic Lights
Orange You Glad There Is No Chains
Picket Fences Fall Over With Blow
The Wind That Never Lets Us Settle

Howl These People Fifty Years Too Old
Where Else Can They Go With Three Verses

New Specters Walk The Lands Now
Haven't You Heard That Through
Your Wireless That Still Spits San Fran
Or Have You Earned The Right To Change Stations

Howl Bore Children Who's Children Are Dying
They Need A New Voice To Follow

CK
  

Happiness

White Laughter From The Corner Of The Room
Some Tea Rings Bloom
No Correction To What Came Before
A Son Once More

CK

Good Night

Some Dirty Jokes About Foreign Folks Told Between Cigarette Tokes
Brings The Boys To Their Knees

Fill Up Your Socks With Old Time Rocks Off The Beaten Jukebox
And Girls Throw Shapes Out On The Floor

All So Green When Your A Teen Break Into The Scene
With A Pick And Some Black Shades

Catch Her Eye With Drinks You Buy Then Flashing Thighs
Sends You Chasing Your Own Tail

Like A Fieldmouse Strays Into A House I Get Lost Inside Her Blouse
Who'd Wana Find Their Way Home?

CK


  

Desperate House-Flys

Smoke Screens His Face Trailing From Cigarettes
Resting In His Desk Ashtray
Year Old White Shirt Stained In Whiskey and Sweat

Her Neck More Sun-Shagged Than Kissed In Freckles
Fresh Nails And Hair Ready For Play
Public House, The Place To Lose Her Shackles

Roll Over Paper Work 'Til Nooner Done
He's Local Not Far To Stray
"Hurry Up, I Have To Pick Up My Son"

Back Home In Time To Have Dinner On
To Keep Suspicions At Bay
Then Bed Where Her Day's Love Is Over-Drawn

CK


 

All Letters Ended 'X'

You Lady, You Smile
I Somehow Found
We Circled Around

I Know Nothing
We Are, We Are Not
You're Cold And Hot

We, It's Someday's Hope
You'll Stay Awhile
I Think, I Smile

CK

Fragment #17

Nobody Showing Hands
Yet We Still Play This Old Game
Maybe I'll Throw Down

CK

You Are A Shit Covered Fan

We Are All Dead Behind These Eyes
Like Old Chew Toys, All Spit No Swallow
Such A Human Thing To Sit And Wallow
Bruising Inside While Black And Blue Out
Killing Pints Of Stout And Start To Make Sense
World's Again All Childlike And Immense
Arctic Words Blow Cold On Drunken Nights
Preaching Bouncered Fights And Dodgy Cabs
Swap Jackets For Kisses Stained In Donner Kebabs

Then There's Feelings That You've Known
Blood Levels Are Low When The Day Begins
Awake To The Memories Of The Past Pist Sins
But Its Spinning Out Much Worse Than Before
As Feet Touch The Floor And Mind Starts To Stitch
Feel Like The Poor Once Again Among Rich
Can't Get Up If You're Not Willing To Climb
Normal Was A Time You Don't Remember When
Until You Wish You Were Drunk Again

So You Can Let Yourself Float
Like A Hole Riddled Boat And These People Can Stare
As You're Gasping For Air

CK

Visiting Hours

Got Views Of Stoned Roofs From Here
Through The Glass Because The Windows Don't Open
Vegas Letters Of Unwanted Welcomes
Older Than Patients And Fading Away Just The Same
Shuffle The Lino Passing Hand Pumps
Zimmer-Framed Pictures Of Landscapes Like Outside
Empty Beds Tucked, Blank, Still
There's No White Laughs From These People No More
"Nurse, Will You Help Me Back Into Bed"

CK

Platform 7

The Big Issue Is Old With Slates Falling Off
Pigeons Bum Around It For Loose Scraps and Missing Kicks

Slogans Altogether, A Hand Up Not Out
Yet The Yellow Of Keep Behind Gladly Helps Us Mind The Gap

CK  

In Treatment

Sent To A Sentence In Your Own Head
Time Takes Them Out And Fiddles
Your Never Gona' Mend With No Thread
So Much Lipstick Yet No Mary Jane
Who Can Tell As Time Dwindles
One Small Fact That Brings Me Home Again

Seems Like A Fit But Pieces Are Hid

Such Shite You Must Have Turned To Good
Who'd Care For Broken Cars
This Isn't Anger, It's Afters Mis-Understood
One Song My Mind Fails To Clear Doubt
People Show Me Old Scars
Springsteen Fleeted Once In And Once Out

Who Can Argue When I Never Did

CK

"Was Your Kitchen Always This Color?"

A Girl's Bracelet That Jingles
And Earrings Never Taken Out

Like Forgotten Christmas Lights
Off And Up Without Attention

Like Bright Painted Colors

Lost Behind Fridge-Freezers

Like Old Pictures Or Clocks
That Become Part Of Walls

Notice Drawn With Dull Pencils

CK

 

Outies?

Strobe Colored Hair
Send Eyes Wild
No Moving Chairs
Dance Floor Tiles
Shapes Cross Fade
Cloak Room Paid
Songs Pass Decades
Wolves In Costume
Note Needed Bottles
Double Shot Vodka
Tickle Others Tonsils
Leave Behind Karma
Fresh Fake Nailed
Make Up Smeared
Avoid Any Whales
She Tastes Weird
Shirt Stains Drops
Shift All About
Girls We Swap
Let's Go Out

CK

May Contain Small Confused Pieces

So Much To Do And Little To Be At
Go Use All These Jig-Saw Pieces
Rush Along To Pass The Time
Push Together The Pieces
With Bent Edges
They Just Lay There
Grey Only To What It Is
Why's There Nothing On The Box
I Wish This All Would Just Fuck Off

CK

Found Fault

All Want It Unvarnished
To See Any Cracks
Something Rough In Our Hands
Rough Like Sand-less Timber
Still Afraid To Use You Or I
Smooth Skin Like Glass
Break It Into Pieces
It's The Most Crude There Is

CK

Fragment #16

Static Sings To Me
On Sleepless Nights Like Mute Notes
Turn Off The T.V.

CK

Clay Bodies

You're
Skipping Grades
Until It's Something New
Changeling In The Same Shoes
Growing Up And Growing, Stretch These Bones
Make Them Long Until It Wounds
Same Name Still Mark
This Clay
Stained

CK
 

Shingling

Bodies To Act As Rustproof

Swap Like A Used Up Prop

Its Fine If You Act Aloof

Its A Hop But To Her Its Chop

Nobody Wants A Leaky Roof

Stop Before There Is A Drop

CK

Fragment #15

Bodies Ying and Yang
What's Numbers To Do With It
In This Position

CK

Fragment #14

Leaf Rustling Birds
Like Passing Shapes On Dark Nights
Scare This Little Boy

CK

Club Snub

Now Hollywood Used Up All The Endings

Going Home Bruised With Drunken Sendings

Of Notions Now Spare To Cap Off Some Night

Yet Still Returning Bare In Morning's Red Light

CK

"Elbow In The Appropriate Place"

What Makes It Beat
Faster Between Sheets

A Smell You've Forgot
New Perfume He's Bought

Kisses Badly and Hollow
Only Better Could Follow

What Cushions Can Cover
Changes From One Another

These Visits Grow Shorter
For Other Gentleman Callers

I've Been Dark To White
And I Left Your Light

No "What About Me"
There's More Light I Can See

CK

(Inspired by Accidental Babies - Damien Rice)

Fragment #13

Say Hello Goodbye
My Words Hold Your Attention
At Least We're Touching

CK

Changing Light

Long For Change
Feels Like Red Forever
But Change Begins
With A Slight One
As She Went Heavy
Footed Down
And Across Until
Crumple Zones
And Bags Explode
Eyes Tired Waiting
Didn't Look
Until She Wishes
It Was Red Again

CK

It's Only Disco, Baby

A Tenner At The Door
Head Straight For The Floor
Pass The Bouncers
And Puke Stained Trousers
Ye Have Tainted Flirts
And We Have Ironed Shirts
With Hardened Knuckles
And Black Belt Buckles
There's Public Affection
In Every Direction
Count On Your Fingers
The Smell That Lingers
And Fighting Stances
Were Part Of Dances

CK

Vice

In Day's Deadest Hours
French Disease Roams
Streets And Back Alleys
And Those Who Pay
Roam Their's

Modern Day Dillingers
Sneak and Seek Pay
From Deep and Shallow
Pockets, Robbin' Hoodies
They Are Not

CK