The Orchards And Parlours Won't Be Your's Son

'A Man After My Own Heart'
And Sure I Do Not Doubt It
'Reminds Me Of Something'

His Grandfather Had Said
With His Perpetual Pissing
And Drenched Carpets

'Son, Son Who Are You?'
Returning With Your Stick
'Raised Off The Fat Of The Land'

Taking First My Glasses
So I Couldn't Read Aloud
The Journal Or Guide

'You Left Money In My Tea'
And Pear Slices With Cream
'A Man After My Own Heart'

CK

Submit

Our Open Window Banged On About An Exhausted Headboard
Meaning Awkward Angle For Necks
And Falling Asleep On Stomachs With Socks On

Now There's Moths Fucking About In Front Of The T.V
We Wouldn't Turn It Off If We Could
For You And Me Could Never Sleep In The Dark

And Late Nights Make Me Realise They Never Give Addresses
To Competitions Any More

And I Can't Remember Why
But I Am Sure There Were Fucks Given Just A Few Years Ago

CK

Pre Post Now

Shots In Window
Frames
Streetlights Without Tungsten
But Something Else

We Are Desperate Holes In Concrete
Stashed
No Overtures Across Parapets
Under Which There's Sleep

Amongst The Rocks Or Rumble
Gorillas
And Pigs Dressed In Plain
And Pigeons Steal Our Bread

I'll Wait Upon The State
Uniforms
Asking Is It The New Or Old?
Which Ever Is Still Free In Six Months

CK

Fragment #60

My Back's Wet With Rain
Not Sweat, It Don't Make Me One,
I Paid For This Tan

CK

I Tried Telling Juliet That William Spoke French Not Greek

'Can I Say Once You Were Confused In Paris
Your Dad Won't Care As Long As It Weren't Rosaline'

Now We're Gathered Here Today
Because Our Porter Said Her And I Should Fall In Love
If Only We Hadn't The Money Or A Stairs
We'd Have Wed Somewhere Far From The City
And She Won't Translate My Words For Me
I Meant To Say 'I Love Her'
Yet I Am Still A Little Hard To The Touch
Smoking With The Limo Driver
Pacing Between The Gents And The Top Table
The Concierge Says No Coming Out These Double Doors
But Let Me Sit Here For Another While
By The Exit Of The Smoking Area

'Mercutio, I Left Paris Confused More Than Once
So Please Don't Mention That Phase'

CK

Why Is It OK For You To Be Here

I'm With Starving Pigeons In Mid Air
In The Bus Station
And I'm Counting The Open Doors

Who Is The Bad Man,
Who Is Left Smeared And Sleeping On
The Living Room Floor

Until She Awakes, Late For Work
'Where's My Return?'
And Her Boyfriend Has To Collect Her

CK

Inheritance

He Didn't Want To Be Alone Here.
I'd Forgot This, This Was Once My Home
As My Father Passes In Two Years.
I Touch All The Wood Left In The Workshop
Yet All Has Been Sold By My Brother
While I Was Getting Over A Girl
Before She Cries It Might Be Mine

The Cracked Kitchen Tile,
Gum Between Couch Cushions,
Rusted Trampolines Being Blown Away
And Changing Hands In Neighbours Fields.
All Was Mended For It's The Right Thing To Do
While A Full Tank Of Gas Brought Me Alone To Fatherhood
Rocking In A Chair He May Have Built

CK

She Says 'Nightclub, I Love My Best Friend'

Here Take All These Free Drink Coupons Away From Me
So That We're All Ugly Behind Sparkling Glass
And You're Still Somebody's' Daughter
And My Salt Water
'I Do Remember Him But Not So Well
He Fucked My Girlfriend
Before We Wed?'

Can I've Them Back And Tequila Me So I Can Scream 'Asshole
I'll Go Through You For A Shortcut', At The Sink
And Realise Shit I Sweat Through My Shirt
'Lady You're In Luck'
Then Fault My Worship Of Love In A Fuck,
My Girlfriend's Skin Tasted Like Skin
And Yours Of Salt

CK

Fragment #59

I Am A Proverb
French, Offer A Cheek While
Kissing Another

CK

They All Pulled Out

When Strangers Come
And Some Of My Friends
On Your Lip
Leaving The Marks Of Fingered
Swirls On Your Neck And Ankles
Spitting Thankful, I Love You,
I Love You
And Some Of My Friends
When Strangers Go

CK

Fragment #58

Prague Is Saying
We're Missing Some Pounds Under
Broken Children

CK

We Call Your Home Compton

Excuse Us While We Both Go Out
Then I'll Curb The Washing Machine

Parents Can Love In The Backseat,
Mother's Car Because We're Sixteen

Then Bled Out Onto The Street
For Our Mistake Is In The Bunk Bed

CK

Wilderness

Buzz Saw Cuts The Pavement
Swansongs Shit On The Statue's Head
Our Homo Prince Is Famous

Only To The Sound Of Rolling Kegs

CK

Sitting On The Lock

From Here, We Break Love
While The City Is Still Half Asleep
No Apartment Above-Below The Station
And There's Different Translations Of Deep
Something We Learned Going Without Asleep

Then Awake, Someone Is Missing The Coat
I Took For You Because There Was Rain
Beating The Canal That Float Bare Feet
But No Empty Seats On The Train
So I Walk On Water In Rain

CK

Rozzie

Who Will Be The Neighbour To Find Our Dog
Swingdoors And Rings Of Grease
So We Knew That The House Was Minded
When Silent With No Lights On.
Now Repeat Confusing Your Feet And Miles.

Who Will Sweat Out All The Dublin Plates
Then Half Fill Empty Socket Sets,
Teabag Pockets Upon Spoons In Power-outs,
Grass To Be Cut In Breakdowns.
Plant Some Trees As You're About To Leave

CK

That's Why They Call Me

A Stomach Bump
Bore Sudden, Hungry, Brought Up
And Found Bad Company

A Tummy Tuck
Mother Never Forgets Bringing Up
You Keeping Bad Company

A Cock Suck
Of Boyfriends Turns Litter Of Pups
All My Bad Company

A Stomach Pump
And Drown Us All In The Bathtub
For I Kept Bad Company

CK

Hallow

These Embers Down By The Canal
And Toasting Red Cups To Trains.
The Smell Of Smoke In Pubs Again
And I Don't Know Where I Am

CK

Mother Said Keep It Simple

Two Handprints On The Window
Are The Makings On The Floor Before The Cleaning In Spring
And A Maid In The Living Room

Alone Go Down And Come Low
Rising Twice Or Whenever By Pull Off Our Apron Strings
And A Cook In The Kitchen

Tuck It Away Under The Pillow,
Outside Someone's Shouting Nightcalls Don't Mean Anything
And Who In The Bedroom?

CK

I'll Even Wash The Sheets

Can You Pretend We've Been Up All Night
Teasing Out Children

Go Take Your Meetings In Hallways
And Joke You Don't Need To Wash Your Teeth For That
For You Like To Think Of Your Friends

Speaking Of You
Even When You Are Not Around

CK

Your Name Doesn't Rhyme With Anything

'What, You're A Disaster?

You're A Beautiful Disaster'

Overhear And Cringe On The Stairs

But Fuck It, We Are All In Love

It's Afters After Afters

Call 4/4 Blood Letting

Remember That She's Letting 

Him Sing It Over Her Rented Piano

Reclaim And Rename In A Month

And Forget We're Forgetting

He Wrote That For You

You Are Her And Her's Her

If Names Embarrassed Zara And Tara

Over His Dirty Fingernails And Keys

We'd Prefer To Be Left Out Too

CK

It's Warm In June

Can We Break More Than Cups
Or Will I Put My Shoes Back On'
And His Slowpoke Is Long Gone
Seeing All But The Warm-ups

'I Am Looking For A Spoon
With A Bit Of Flavour On It'
And Empty Bottles Of Spit
Do Dry Up Faster In June

'Who Knows How You'll Feel
When All Is Sad And Done'
Between None And A Loved One
She Only Undresses Un-Reel

CK

Fragment #57

Ariadne
A Whole Line To Yourself
Are You Not Happy

CK

Travel-Sick

We Are A Proper Bonfire
All Burnt Hair And Coughing
Drops Of Toothpaste On The Sink

Sparking Off Barbed-Wire
To The Small Circles Watching,
Entering Small Hours Between Drinks

Bathroom Bins And Tyres
And The Lynx Cans Are Popping
Lung Cancer And This Might Have A Link

CK

Fragment #56

I Hear Myself
Drinking Through The Floorboards
Asking For A Mop

CK

Two In Five

I Said Goodbye With A Toothbrush In My Mouth
Again Cleaning
When The Taxi Pulled Off

Last Nite, Tears In The Kitchen With A Friend  
Courting The Same House
In A Different Bed

Feeling Bruises On Hips, I Turn Top And Muted
Minds And Cries
By Just Keeping The Kissing Up

Rubber Snap And It's Near Over A Half Hour Later
Heard Downstairs And Over Radio
By Couch Couples

Then A Few Hours Of Sleep Bottom To Top Lip
I Find Underwear
Under Sheets And Methanol Tongue

Now Worry About Dual Citizens Seeing It Empty
Wishing She Would Salt The Earth
And Take To The Water

CK

Death Grips

Granny Hears Voices
Whisper Crimson Cunts
In Stale Light
Saying Words That Don't Mean
What They Mean
And The Lads Fucked Up Her House
Because They Could.
I Had More Than One Book Read
While I Cleaned
And Then I Found God.
He Was In The Attic.

CK

Posing

Were The Lights Too Low Or Did You Want To See?

'Was That As Good For You As It Was For Me?'

Well That's The BCG I Was Born With

But I Swear Its Still Sore

'Was That The Spot Or Did Cosmo Plant The Myth

Just To Settle The Score?'

This Moon Shaped Mark Is From An Air Gun

Shot By My Brother's Platoon

Mother Told Me It Would Heal In A Week

'Can I Ask Have If You Ever Faked One

Or Is It All Too Soon?'

No, Just Shut Up And Go To Sleep

CK

Purple Is My Colour

She's With All The Shared Bunks And
They Say Right Now There's 400
But That's A Lie
And Bumps Her Feet To And From The Sky

And She's Been In All Their Shared Shirts
That Went Fitch To Chanel To Klein
In Folded Cupboards
And Sunday Man Has Probably Worn Worse Than An Ex's-Cords

And She's All Wasted And Won
For Other Girls Are Still Lost
In All The WeekLove
But Still Not Wanting To End It In Love,

She Left To Go To Work Early At The Risk Of Repeating Herself.

CK

I Got Accepted Into Coppers

Fucking Overgrown Sixteen Year Olds
Or Does That Come Too Soon, Sore And Close To The Bone
Passing Out As A Pavement Maud Gonne In Her Breaking Summer Months

While Out Of Context Northern 'Situation's
Leads To Insulting Countys With No Need Asking Where One Hales
A Blackman's Taxi Home Shouting 'I Wish I Hadn't To Repeat My Leaving Too'

CK

Stop-Gap

Kissing Couples At The Bus Stop
Ask Each Other To Forget Me Like I Was Never There
And Me And A German Overhear

Four Of Us Are Waiting On The 11
And Its 3rd On The Board And One Of The Night's Last
And The Other Two Break The Two

But Before That Her Cheeks Shine
So I Guess There's Some Confusion Over Her Chapters
And His Footnotes, Its Resolved Now

Of Course He'd Be First To Leave
And Her Silent Shakes Make Me And The That German
Exchange Glances But We Don't.

The 13 Takes Her Home To Mammy
And Out Of Their Awkwardness, I Am Pushed To Ask
'My Name Is Ester, Nice To Meet You'

CK

Archive: II

                                    II

A Man In A White Transporter Van Sneezes
And Doesn't Crash
Yet Someone Is Flashing These Buildings
Blue And Blue
And Junkies And Junkies Piss Street Corners
And Drink Jerrycans
And The Old Homeless Pole From Poland
Is Gone Home
The Rest Of Us Are Being Featured In Some
Spanish Kid's Photo
So I'm Going Under The Arches And Going Over
Twelve Cent Bridges

To The Spire That Gets Way Too Big
During The Nightime
So I'll Look Down To The Student Rivers
Of Crushed Milk
Until Outside The Church Somewhere Between
Work And Home
You Know I Ain't Seen A Single Old Lady's Walk
Through Them Doors
Then Again I Never Had Time To Follow
God Nor Them
I Walk On For The Scaffolding About The Steeple
Is Falling Down

There Might Be Too Many Thistles And Yokes And Thistles In My Salad

CK

The State Of Her

Christy Banged On About It
On A Half Done Patio In Kildare
Under The Same Misused Late Fall Sun
From That One Night Gig In Old El Salvador

Take Off The Lockets
For You'd Think You Wouldn't Want To Be Found
Take Off The Lockets
Because I Know Sure, I've Watched A Documentary On It

She's Crosses On Rocks And Blown Streetlights
But There's Not Enough Spray Or Time
So We Have Been Renting Out The
Chains About Tan Line Necks

Take Off The Lockets
Sure You'd Never Know Where Your Father Be Digging
Take Off The Lockets
Though Her Mother Paid the Extra Bit For Her Middle Name

CK

Fragment #55

I Kept Two Slices
Of Pizza For You Not Him
He Best Eat The Crust

CK

Rearview

When I Was Young
There Was A Bump
A Man Saw Me Do It
And He Drove On

In Fast Forward
Playing On Its Back
Jabbing At Strings
That May Have Been There

One Second Carried On
Just Out Of Badness
But I Ditched The Car
Safely Into A Gap

The Lack Of Phone Credit
Reminds Me I'm An Adult
And I Poked It Once
So It Would Notice Me

Now Nose Drippings
And A Final Hard Intake
Rules Out A Trip To Town
Or Some Broken Legs

On The Mat Of My Car
I Wonder About Disease
Amongst Other Things
And Tayto Packets

It Was One Of Ten
And All Like Children
And The Others Share
Two Warm Bowls Of Milk

But There's No Answer
Because I Am Six-Two
And She Lives Alone
With Her Nine Cats

And I Still Haven't Told Her

CK

The Twilight League

I Have My Lady.
I Stole Her From Joyce
And He Didn't Seem To Mind Much
Off In Some Italian Village Dreaming Of Paris
Yet Wrapped Up In The Greeks And Their Affairs
But Today My Lady, She Is Spoken For And Of
Not In Zurich Because That Crowd Haven't Acquired Her Just Yet
No, She Was Mentioned In The Queens Head
In The Same Breath As Blacks And Dogs
Because A Rozzie Told A Rangers Fan To Go To Hell Or To Cricklewood
Wondering Will 'O Oliver Boy' Make The Transfer Deadline

I Have My Woman.
I Stole Her From Wilde
And He Cared But It Unravelled The Second Time
Though His Mother Still Gave It A Go
But Jane You Were Just Too Early
But Today My Woman, She Is Spoken For And Of
In The Bars Along The Yonkers Boarder
Singing Drunk About An Old Hunger And New Thirst
And Whispering A Change Of Hands
In The Pony Trade, For Katonah Has The Coke Scene Wrapped Up
While Its Hard To Keep P Diddy And His Pals Off McLean With These Cavan Landlords

I Have My Girl.
I Stole Her From Yeats
And Its Fair To Say He Kick Up The Dirt
So I Took Her Up North Before It Would Mean Something
Leaving Him With Mr Gregory's Young Lass
But Today My Girl, She Is Spoken For And Of
As If She Will Live On Confusing Her With The Ripped Notes To Maud Gonne
Later He Can Forget His Youth And Concern Himself With The Distance
From Dublin To The Geordie Shore For Our One Is In Nova Scotia
So We'll Call Our Show Fade Or Pale Street
And Then Go Ahead And Sell Father Ted To Channel 4

CK

Winterdrifts

We Never Looked
Just Followed Room To Room
While There's War
With Roman Candles Outside,
Burning Snowmen

'I Came
To See Me Fed, Not You Eaten'
In My Ear
Matching Steps To Kate Bush
Though Covered Hounds

Had The Floor
Lethal So We Held Another
And Slowed
As Best We Could Around
The Kitchen Island

'Not Now
But You'll Drop By The Flat'
And Hearing Their Coats
Dripping Away Along The Hallway,
Rising Sleeping Dogs

Only Then
I Realised I Had Been Dancing
After Hearing My Girl
'Did You Two Even Find A Light
After All?'

CK

So Say So

Your Shadow Only Moved
Because Some Lad's Car Was Pulling Out.
Now We're Only What You've
Done, Leaving Us In Doubt.
Sitting On Sills With Lips Trying To Prove
We've Something Else To Talk About.

Why Can't You See Me Trying To Smoke Your Breath
So I've Some Left, Before Morning Gets Going.
Still One Neon Shopfronts Glowing.
It's A Few Minutes Away From Snowing
And I Expect One Trail Of Footsteps
As We Are Due This Death.

CK

Fragment #54

We're The Pension Band
Competing A Mute T.V.
Fuck Killinaskully

CK

Ceasefires After Spring

Fall And Its On.
On The Razorwire.
The Prisoners Balling In The Rec Yard
And In Some Cells.
Catching It In Bedpans And Other Things.
Fire Upon A Guard
As Rebels Corner A Man Of The Kings
But We Still Have No Belts
After The Snow Melts.

CK

Fragment #53

'We Don't Fuck No More'
And Rich Girls Ask Was Jagger
Ever Good-looking

CK

Pharos

I Am Not A Religious Man
But I Am On My Way To Jerusalem 

But For Now, I'm Weeks With Them In Babylon
All Famine And Feasts
Or Floods
For Some Had Boyfriends
So We Didn't Kiss When Through
Just Slip Off And Out From Single
Room
To
Room.
In The Hall Recall How Awful It All
Was Enforcing The Postcode Rule
From Then I Made Rules Up
No Kissing.
At All.
Just Spine Shuttering Later As
My Fingers Smells 20 Minutes Old

It Was All Over And Over Her Hands Too
After Taking Bad Blood
Both Ours
And Putting It To Use.
Others Handprints Pushed Off Me
As Mine Grabbed Their Ribbed Backs
Again
And
Again
This Being The Last Exit From Alexandria
Thinking About How She Spoke
Of God, Jesus And Christ
Even Me,
Twice.
I Am Not A Religious Man
But Jerusalem, It's The Only Place Still Standing

From There I'll Wait, Looking Across Bay
Waiting For Her Lighthouse To Welcome My Stay.


CK

Bypass

Night Drive
Streetlights Lasso Us
And Swing Us To One Another

And Out On The Edge Of Town
Where Engines Start
We Break Down

CK

If You Can Read This You're Trespassing

Somebody Took It While Our Backs Were Turned,
And Had Then Hid It Away In Her Press.
This Was A Year Ago Or Maybe Less...

It's Of An Argument;
Me Looking At The Ass Of That Karen Whats-her-face
She's A Cousin Of Grace, I Think
And With The Push Of Drink Said 'While We're At It; You've A Priest's Haircut
And Wear Too Much Cologne'
And I Said Your Only Yourself When We Are Alone
Though You Were Right, That Sounded Like A Pulp Record Her Sister Might Have Owned

It's With Out A Frame And In Her Hand It Curls
She Looked At The Photo Saying 'I Recognize
The Man But I Can't Say The Same For The Girl...'                                                                        

Maybe About The Fight Too 
But Then I Had To Piss Or At Least Thought I Did
So I Hid, Awkward Between Three Urinals
Only To Spare The Details, I Both Dried My Hands And Redid My Hair 
And Walked Back To A Bruce Song
The One Were We Lay On My Bed And Sung Along
The One That Could Have Said The Places We'd Have Gone, But Again I Could Be Wrong

The Names Will Come To Her
After I've Forgot What We'd Done
So Lets Say... 'Wouldn't You Swear It Was My Sister If I Had One'

CK

Fragment #52

Fallout Leftovers,
The Lint In Our Pockets
And Sootfall By Dawn

CK

'Were Ye Smoking Cigarettes?'

'And Because You Said It Was Too Late
To Walk Home Alone,
The Two Of Us Couldn't Have
Made Our Way
To Each Other Over The Telephone'

And That Was Said Later In The Night
But Now We're Nearing P.E
And A Text Says 'It Gives Us Time
For Me And You
And I Have The Backdoor Key'

And I Was Pulling The Slugs
Of Random Headstones
And Tossing Them Into The Hedge
As We Cut From School
Wasting Time Sneaking Into Town

And Stood In An Open Doorway
And Let The Rain
Clear The Streets So We'll Be Seen
As Two Running Blurs
Dropping Past The Post Office
Where Her Mother Works

And We're Dressing As The Rest Did
And Running Puddles
That Are Only Leftovers Now
But Then I Repaid Her
Out By The Back Of The Gym
As Maths Roll Was Called

And Later Nothing Good Comes
From The Words
'Did You Or Did You Not'
When Spoke Slowly
'Go 'Head And Skip Second Period With
The Young Thomas Girl'

But You Don't Mind Hearing Them
If You Did

CK

Lyrics To Indie Songs

It's Not Because They Drink
That's Only A Few
But Someone Has To Racist
The Surplus Store
It's Ok, We've A White Bassist
What More D'ya Need
Because I'm Pretty Sure I Gave
Obama My Number Two

CK

The Wonder Years

Children Are Pioneers
Dancing The Slow Sets In Micras
Children Are Volunteers
Finding Faults In Strapless Bras

Children Are Souvenirs
Keeping Her Mother's Twisted Panties
Children Are Auctioneers
Selling The Set Back To Her Aunties

Children Are Pamphleteers
As The Schoolyard Knows She A 'B'
Children Are Mountaineers
From One To Another Is All They See

CK

Fragment #51

I'm Having Mine Cold
So You Can Remember Me
And/Or Just My Name

CK

S'Ex's Romps To Exit Ramps

The Wife Uses A Prescription As A Pillow

When The Clocks Run Slow.

'Dear, You Know I Can't Fall Asleep Without'

Shortens His Business Trips To Holiday Inn's.

The Remote's Ass Already Slapped

So Start Flicking, Saying She Forgot Batteries

And Said Let Go 'Au Naturale'

While Sticking On The Wig To Play Her Twin.

Muttering Back 'Don't Sweat It,

On My Shirt' Thinking It Seven By The Smell

But 'Fuck It, A Penny, A Pound'

Then Snuck Back A Note Off The Nightstand

To Take An Airport Store Home, 

Filling His Pockets With Unfamiliar Slips Of Paper

And Another Miniature For The Wife's Collection,

A New Number Of Chanel.

'Dear, How Did You Know I Had Ran Out?'

CK

A Haircut From The Missus

Not Saying She Used The Crimpled Scissors
For A 'Fucked Up' Style
We Got Into A Fight During The Break Of
Jeremy Kyle
But Quit On Its Return Having To Bear Their Flat
In Mind

Instead Fumbled At Her Bra To Make The Tension
Worthwhile
Only The Protection Of A Broken But Closed
Venetian Blind
And After Shared A Takeaway Her Roommate
Left Behind

CK

An Irishman In Dublin

Rubbed And Numbed Gums
That Never Settled For Orange Whiskey
Though He Preferred The Taste
But Sat Bleeding And Did Not Know Why

'Some Boys Tell Me I'm Too Old To Play Tadgh'

Having Always Wanted An Ashplant,
He Had Brail Bumps That Broke Over A Knee
And Almost Right And Almost Touching His Hip
But There's Slabs Of It Growing Up Around Templebar
In Places Where Spanish Student Trace Cobbles
And Some Words Translated As 'For Real?'
'No, Laddie It Is All Made Of Plastic'

'While Others Tell Me I Am Too Young To Play The Lead'

Far From The Field That Bore Him
Or So He Likes To Say To Strangers
Slapping His Neighbour In The Chest
'Boys Wasn't I Here The Whole Time?'

CK

Baby Socks

For There, No Fucks Were Given
But Their One
When It Was Ok To Be This Loud
Up Until The End

Who Was It That Said Beginners 
Need A Dry Run
So A Silly 13 Euro The Chemist
Thought Misspent

The Nappies Her Father Bought
Are Months Ahead
And Wondering How To Tie It
So It Won't Seep

Its A Good Thing He's Still Got
The Bunk Bed
'Cause He's Taken To Growing Up
In His Sleep

CK

Daddy Didn't Kill Him With The Car

A Ten Year Old And His Father
Who's Footsteps Mould Lino


Are Lead To A Still Blanket
'Sure He Was Riddled' She Said.


The Smell Had Clawen To Leather,
Even With Windows Drawn


Father Rerooted One Of The Trees
Hoping It Would Mean Something To Me.


CK

Normality (By-word)

Long For Change
And It Begins
A Slight One,
She Went Heavy
Footed Down
Into
Crumple Zones
And Bags Explode
Tired Waiting
Until I Wish
All Were Red Again

CK

Switching After Top Of The Pops

This Is Our House,
This is Where We Recycle
To Make Other Things

Likes Nights Out Of Her Blouse
So Mam Asks Michael
'Ye Were Opposite Of Kings'

Leon, An Old Spouse
Said He Met Billy Idol
Supporting Wings

He Too, There Or Thereabouts
During Mam's Bridal
And Also Confused Weddings And Cocks

CK

My Girls Are All Trainee Barbers

With All The Connotations
Of A Straight Razor
Her Clusterfuck Of Words
Failing As A Chaser
And The Other Failing As
My Chalk Tracer


But Wax Can Now Pour
From Open Wounds


So You Can Pick Me Clean
Off The Blue Carpet
But The Girls Waited While
I Lost My Heft
Instead Kissing My Cheek
Until I Up And Left


CK

Post Black And White

The Smoking Ban Twists Out The Last Cigarette Spark
And Forces Sleep Below The High Water Mark




And Please Don't Lean On The Jukebox For God Sakes
It's A Wurlitzer, One Of The Earlier Makes




The Open Door Wind Shakes All The Patrons Shadows
And Recast By The Cracks In The Windows




In Tarred Filters And Under Bottle Cap I Found The Lines
Lost In The Cellar Between Vines And Wines




Now Fill A Yellow Legal Pad With Nothing I Wish To Say
Drinking In The Back Of My Casablanca Café


CK

A Virgin Crashing In The Snow

That Woman
She Found Both Sides Of The Road
Now Bare Feet Slowed
Her Walk Away From The Sedan
The Pain As If She Ran From The Two Cornered In 'The Watering Can'
Here, On Squared Glass It Snowed
Checking Her Hazards That Glowed
A Few Drops Of Red Coke, Over A Man Too Busy To Say 'I'm Sorry Marianne'

He, artless Attractions, Her Delayed And Reacted
With Tears Unaccompanied By His Carefully Chosen Words
That Got It Off The Ground
But She'll Say She Was Distracted
By Early Morning's Low Flying Birds
Ready To Impound

CK

Upstairs In Fitz's, 1978

Sit. Thumbs Together
Our Babies To Touch The Others.
Lights May Flicker
To The Shadow Of Our Mother
While Dead Grieve,
We Break Static To Form Mutters
'Tá Grá Agam Daoibh'

CK

Fragment #50

Alas Alanis,
Here's Something That Really Is
You Thinking It Was

CK

Heaven And...

This Place Is Packed And Overbooked
And We're Anywhere From Rare To Overcooked
So Burn The Walls For The Space They Took

Good God's No Shelter In Tan-bed Suns
That Free Up Some Burns That Runs And Re-runs
Because Here There's Still Two Types Of Sons

Who Enjoy A Welcome We'll Overstay
And Yield A Wage On What The Past Does Weigh
It's A Long Road But We're Easily Lead Astray

CK

A Worn Missing Rime

Her Verse And Rhyme
Are Blunt Like Sirens
And A Coil Of Anatomy
That Doesn't Stunt Growth

There, Two Warm Fronts
Meet, One Clipped Low
To Bear The Brunt
Of Some Overdrawn Nox


CK

We Ain't Got Fireflies

Oh Won't You Bring Us Back
Some Cherry Cola
   Pop Them Out Blister Packs
   Still Farmland Raw

Oh Won't You Bring Us Back
A Celebrity Mugshot
   Free In Box Of Apple Jacks
   All Store Bought

Oh Won't You Bring Us Back
All The Street Signs
   To Get Lost As We Retrack
   Them Border Lines

Let Brothers Know The Lack
Of Jobs At Freddie Mac
   Oh Won't You Bring Us Back
   Some Cherry Cola

CK

Weekend Tickets

Recant Losing It During The Rockin' Dust Bowl

With Them Mules Barely Hidden In Film Containers
Found While Wandering Beat Over Festival Paths

With Baths In Muddied Trainers From A Bottle
With A Dash Of Russian Standard For The Smell

As Stomachs Swell Until Lads Remodel Stall Walls
For Girls Are Much Better At Holding, Surely

Till Day Three And Closing Calls Has Sobered Him
And He's Finally Gotten Up In His Final Smalls

But The Last Drawls Of The Jim Flash Him Back
And The Ropes Go Slack As The Tents Repack

Can't You Smell The Sex, Drugs And Rock'n'Roll

CK

Rebound

The Fixed Crack In Your Voice
Is A Known Trick I Could Easily Best
But I Just Rest Your Crying On My Chest

While Your Past Is Undressed And Drunk
'Cause He's Older, Don't Address Just
Later Return Her, Uncontested

CK

Just For Tonight, Lets Be Kids

Spill The Bar Onto The Tennis Court
Because There's Enough Space To Run Around,
Isn't That Why Your Wearing Hi-tops

Then Kisschase And Stargaze Away
Until Your Puke Is Found By Morning Joggers
Made From Out Of Work Boilermakers

Sure Say Something About Starlight
That May Be Mistaken For Deep If Said Enough
And We Return With Stolen Jackets

Till Your A Lingerer In Your Room
And Forced To Bed By The Sight Of Walking Suits
Passing By Your Closing Windows

The Morning Will Have You Wondering
Who To Address The Thank You, Sorry Cards To
When The Fear Hits You At Noon

CK

Fragment #49

My Semi-Rustic
Friends Of Fairweather Days
You're The Froth Of Piss

CK

Archive: I

                                    I

What Love Isn't Lost In The Corner Of A Chipshop
But All And None
As A Lebanese Leonard Cohen Hands Me A Bag
Of Greasy-ness
While Behind Me, The Eyes In The Seats Are On
The Asses In Line
Outside, There Is Still Lads Throwing About Chips
While It's Ending
Until I Swoon A Former From My First Or Maybe
My Second Year
Quoting Torn School Shirt Pockets, And Drawing
Her A Parallel

Then I Threw Her Like A Suitcase Bouncing On
My Un-sheeted Bed
No Fucking Because The Moment Passed Away
On To A Different Man,
This, After I Regretted Telling The Girl I Loved Her
And Re-regretting
Not Telling Her The Same In The Morning, It Was
Not Meant To End
This Way Or In Any Other In Fact Or In The Fiction
I'll Later Make Up
For Myself While I Wonder What Happened To
The First Names

That I Use To Call Friends

CK

A Mother's Riddle

A Water Or A Cysts
But What Am I When I'm Between A Record And A Disc
And You Have A Husband, A Son And A Daughter...

I Hold The Batteries In The Back Of His Remote,
And Hold Together Your Grandmother's Vase He Broke
And Hold The Cullens And Others On Her Wall,
Yet I'm Away And Lost In A Drawer In The Hall?
What Am I?

A Water Or An Heir
But What Am I When I Work On My Own But Come As A Pair
And You Have A Husband, A Son And A Daughter...

I Cut Bandages To Size As His Temper Would Resume,
And Me And Him Stand Guard Outside Your Bedroom
And Drag Her Forearms Just To Stop Their Fight,
Yet Here I Am, Always To Hand, Always In Sight?
What Am I?

CK

Fragment #48

We Line Soldiers Up
In Mismatch Rows, Drunk, Half Cut
And Necked In Lipstick

CK

Our Wrestlers Still Had Their Hair

Where Are My Kids
Listening To Too Many Goodbyes
And Getting Dizzy In
The Twists In The Phone Cords
Rhyming Each Others Names Into Tapes We'd Record

No,

Off Dripping The Fuck Sweat
From One Another
Just To Soak And Change Sheets
For Another Time
Stored Under Beds Are Trojans Fighting Optimus Prime

CK

Drowning Thirsty Horses

Strange, What's Never Lost In An Exchange

Leaving A Committee
To Sleep Through The Day
Just To Stay Pretty

With You Passport Poses To Pre-arranged

Making Papeir-Mache
Models Of New York City
To Say We Holiday

Only In The Boroughs Of The F Train's Range

'Cause It Be A Pity
To Have Rode All That Way
And It Still Be As Shitty

Because You Didn't Expect Anything But The Stars To Change

CK

Fragment #47

Where's The Whiskey Voice
And Stories It Makes For You
To Sing As Payment

CK

Necro-Romancer

And I'll Find You Where I Left You
Lying In The Nettles
Breaking Off Petals Like A Child

The Hem Of Your Skirt Now Askew
'He Loves Me'
To Let Your Hips And Mine Run Wild

Skin Damp From Weeks Of Dew
'He Loves Me Not'
And Pulling Your Face Into A Smile
'Marie, We Won't Be Caught'

Wetbacks And Ass-cracks

Remain,
Paused With
The Stillness Of A Tower Crane
Leaving Me With Little Said Or Unsaid
As I Can't Explain The Cause
Of Dread Seeing Myself Work Aside Those Men
Who Are Less Me That I Was,
Only I'm More Afraid Of Heights Than Them
And I'm Away As The Tower
Crane Moves
Again

CK

Fragment #46

Ask Me Who Do I
Think I Am So I Can Lie
And Be Someone Else

CK

What You Packed Me For Your Guilt Trip

What Did They Say, Blind?
Now With My Lit Cigarettes Ends
From Homesick Letters
Written During A Summer South
Of Some City Teaching
You My Bit Of Broken French
So You'd Know How
Locals Move To Say Je T'aime
But Not Till September
When You Told Me We'd Talk
So Yeah, I Was Blind
While Your Love Just Got Drunk
And Couldn't Remember

CK

Efulefu

Staying Up Past The Hours
Without Cigarettes Clouding It
And No Wines Judgement,
I Wondered How We'd Last

Not Knowing Nights Were Ours
We Wore On Until One Quit
Hoping Then To Know What It Meant
To Feel Only Darkness As It Past

CK

Fragment #45

Spaces In Sounds,
What We'd Hear Just To Feel
Like We Were Stoned

CK

Holding Peace

Lead Me On
To Lean On Me
And Leave
And Know What You're Against
But Not What Your For
As I Slip From One To The Other This Morning
With A Letter Written Before Dawn
On The White Hanker-chief Intended For My Lapel

Aisle Quieten With The Sound Of It Being Read Out
And I Can Hear The Champagne
You Drank In That Baked Alaska Of A Dress
Chewing Out Ink Stains
That Mark Me And The Reception
For People Stood
With There Hands Full
Of Our Confetti

CK

Hyper

Counting The Cents
Only To Have The Shop Lady Count It All Again
Ruining The Exercise
Covered In The Sugar Of Smashed Cola Bottles
Downed In Sly
During Last Nights Cursive And Bedtime Blues
'I Don't Love You'
But Not Meaning It As The Left Over Stardust
Brought Some Buzz
But These Starburst Will Only Do Me Till Four

CK

Offer, Toss, Pass

Swapping Breaths That Came
To Corrode The Last Six Hours
Until The Last One Remembered Was Thrusted
Beside A Banklink

And Drinking Up Before The Sky Was Rusted

By The Sun That Rose
Returning The Weight Of Sleeping Alone
With Only The Tingles To Arouse A Dead Arm
As We Postpone

And Condone It By Waking Before The Alarm

CK

When Mammy Went To The Hairdressers

Strange What Goes Through Your Head
I Wondered Why Some Were Concerned
With Leaving A Mess, Always Doing It Over A Bathroom Sink
If I Was One Of Those Who Hated The World I'd Write The Walls
And Let Them Cocksucking Cunts Clean Up My Mess
But No Fucks And Fuckers In Mine

I Just Ran Down The Drain
Hearing My Only Daughter
Walk To The Door And Call
And Then Stumble Back
Into The Play Room
Because She Cannot Read Yet

CK

Spotted Mind

Your Wisdoms Are Yours For You To Follow And Fail
Walking To And From Bridges Crossing Californication
To Stay In Them Burger Joints And Local Coffee Shops,
Though They Are Too Different Things

Waiting Between Sips And Chunks To Begin Telling
Of Once Lovers Falling Into Arms That Hate To Be Held
And Sure It Was Fuck All If Its Over After A Blowjob
And Swallow Some Love In That

And After It All,It's You That Only Leaves Some Trailer
To Put Some Shitbirds Back In Some Place Or Places...
Fuck It, Heat The Tinfoil And Touch Idols Or Something,
Fuck The Horrors, I'm Talking Skying

Who'd Need Question This Love Spoken From Swollen
To Sunken Faces That Had Once Resembled The Other,
But On A Good Day, Like Today, You Forget Her Name
When A Bare Bulb Is You Sunshine

Grass And Ass Is My Business
And Business Is Struggling

CK

Empty Classroom

On A Table,
Lying In The Light Of The Projector,
Out Of Focus.
She Just Change Colors
Instead Of Faces
That Try To Strip Her Of A Name.
Now Her Shadow
Rises To Shake Off Clothes
Until We Both Match.
The Light Flickering Its Way Off
And All That's Left On
Is That Song About James Dean
And Blue Jeans.

CK

Fragment #44

What Has Happened Here?
We Bury The Ones We Love
And Then Burn The Rest

CK

Jettisoned

Was That Another Ship In The Night
Rising You From Your Bed?
Either Way, Leave Your Belongings,
They May Break The Waves.

I Was Never Here And
You Were Never There
But I'll Leave You With The Flotsam
And You Can Pretend Its Jetsam.

Then Weave Me Among Those
Who Say The Same Truth Lies
And Fills Empty Replies.
No, There Was No Ships Last Night.

CK

Them Sounds On The Other End

Strange, Do You Think The Gods You Made
Are Watching All This
Even As We Grew Apart
Wasting Cords Without Blunt Words
We Both Thought We Had Said Or At Least
Wished We Had.

Make Them Up So
All In All And Nothing For Nothing
As We Were Never Ones For Accuracy
Even Our Lies Had Some Truth To Them
Naturally We Had To Keep The Lights On
To Reprise Our Youth Or You'd Condemn Me
Daily For Being Absentee While I'm Gone
It Was Always You That Cursed While I Spoke,
That Broke When I Wouldn't Appear
And Steered As We Walked

And Marianne, You Wonder Why I'd Rambled?
There I Didn't Mean To Be Mean
But I Was, Because I Can And I Will
When There Is Nobody Around To Hear
Strange, Do You Think The Gods You Made
Might Even Listen Too?

CK

See heat

Years Ago, Chance Meetings In Foreign Locals
Bring You And The Girls Back To
Their Victorian Yet There Was Eight Of Us
And Near All Taken
But Don't Confess To Be Part Of That Mess

But It Didn't Stop Stories Being Traded
For Flashes Of Sex Disguised
As Flashes Of Dares Before The Bottle Was Spun
Landing On Her Then You Then Her
All Done Without Having To Pick One

With Class On How To Unhook Bodies
And Resting Hands Mistook Upon Jeans
Until A Half Bottle Collapsed And Cross-dressed
It Way Into Bed As Two Of The
Lads Left Us To Rest Upon Someones Request

There Was Almost Something Rotten
In The State Of Denmark
Before I Passed Out
Only Now Realized I Had Misquoted
We Just Did It In The Dark

CK

Fragment #43

Licking Batteries
For A Taste Of Misfit Love
Without Feeling Sparks

CK

And The... Saw The...

Tell Me About That Summer
You First Got That Heart Broke
And I'll Tell You About My Winter
And Whisper About How They Linger
With The Cigarette Smoke

Tell Me About That Fall
When You First Hit The Ground
And I'll Tell You About My Spring
Where We'd Cling To One Dying Thing
Until We Both Drowned

Tell Me About That Winter
You First Felt You Were Alone
And I'll Tell You About My Summer
With Hunger For Clothes That Tear Asunder
Your Body Seams As Others Sown

Tell Me About This Spring
When You Last Felt Like This
And I'll Tell You About Last Fall
When I Saw You There And Forgot All
I Had Chose To Miss

CK

Mirage

Known Grown Shadows
Mood To Move Over Me
And Are Made Up Mostly Of You
Rose Only To Throwing Me Slow
Too What You Can Stand
And None Were True

CK

Fragment #42

Cut And Drawn Blood
Without The Sharpness Of You
Or Un-tethered Words

CK

We Drunk From Chipped Cups

I Caught Midriff In A Stretch
As She Reached For The Tea
Making Her Conscience
As If You'd Never Seen It Before
And Not Been The One Pulling It Up
And She Pulls It Down

Though Just Two Months,
She Asks Do You Take Sugar
When She Knows It's Two
So Choose Not To
Forget Her Hot Brunette Roommate
Though Its Rude And Lost Ground

So Draw Crude Sketches Of Eyes
Or One Of Her Other Features
That Smother You Here
Waiting For The Awkwardness
Of The Silence To Be Subdued
By Stripping The Other

CK

The Priestfall Incident

Of What Wounded Innocence
Were These Bodies Bore
Bare Skin And Bruised Cheeks
And Sunday Clothes Tore

Lapsed To Be Draped
And Carried By Brothers
Now, The Two Girls Are
Followed By Their Mothers'

CK

I Thought Black People Couldn't Ski? Or Is That Swim?

Throw Rope Over Branches
While New York Keeps The Orchard,
It's Not As Strange As Hoilday's Fruit.

The City's Shores Will Shake It's Shells Off
For Those Who Have Enough Time To Lament The Dead
Shaking Pulse Checkers, Breath Tracers And Cough Catchers,
Ambulance Chasers And Necromancers

Wood, The Water, Beat And Drown People
While Cityscapes And Escapes
As Buildings Blame The Sea

CK

Conclusions

Sit Under The Rage Of Those Days,
Counting A Misspent Lot,
Forgetting What You Had To
Recall What Was Not.

Sure No Need To Worry For If What
That Book Says Is True
Everything You've Ever Lost
Comes Back To You.

CK

Fragment #41

Her Poster Footed
His Bed So He Could Get Off
By Crossing Shoulders

CK

...Is Your Only Man

Self-exiled...
For The Week At Least
But There Will Always Be
A Trace Of It In My Blood
Tracing Out Bottle Red Noses
Tracing Out Banal Beer Bellies

No Lineage Like Kavanagh Or Behan,
Less Hunter And Even Less Bar-fly Laureate
Something Felt During That Dawnburst
An Urge I Can Only Feel Echoed In Blood

Such A Small Spent Empire
I Try To Leave Behind

CK

Return To Sender

Half Written And Half Filled
French Letters
A Necessity One Stranger Told Me
In Which I Try To Show That I Like You
But I Couldn't Afford The Stamp To Go The Whole Distance
So Please Do Not Read Too Much Into These French Letters
For It's A Means Of Grip To Put It On Some Foreign Tongue
For When I Come I Am Struggling To Ask
About You But My Pen is
Now Fallow
I May Return To You Later

CK

Longacre

I Am A Planner Of Broken Roads
For It Is Easier To Leave When You Have Somewhere To Go,
Crumbled Under Heavy Loads

So Pick Up A Piece Of Your Own,
I Guess This Is Why Some Many Of My Friends
Live Where Their Stones Are Thrown

CK

This Was Sacrosanct Until We Forgot About It

Listen To Me Say This So
It Distracts Me From My Grandmother
Who Slipped Slow And Known
Into Old Age With That Memory Loss
Of Those Younger Years Which
Relived Themselves Before Times Unknown

Strokes Forgot The Plot
Which I Didn't Take Serious Until My Father
(And Her Son)
Rushed Her With That Twist In Her Gut
From Forgetting To Eat
And All The Good She Said It Has Done

She's Now Sure My Aunt Caused It
With That Half-cast Baby As It Is Often Called
From Some Father Still In Valencia
Who Forces Me To Knock On Wood Or Veneer
When His Name Is Mentioned
In Our Whispers And In Granny's Growing Dementia

CK  

Mother's Diary

Like Downpours Measured
Out In Half-Cut Coke Bottle
His Outpours Measured
By The Force Of Each Throttle

Living Most My Days
Under Which Ireland's Tethered 
Mark Out Sunny Days
So I Know What I've Weathered

CK

Fragment #40

Her And Me, Why Knot
These Affairs Closer Than Needs
Be Calling Others

CK

The Stars Above Saint-Omer Make Our Nights

Drunk
Is All We Are
The Early Hours Afterparty
Fingers Pick Strings Between Smoke
An Older Hand Stops The Other From Clapping
Over One Of The Girls Who Sang Of A Divided Land

Till Sunlight Forces Most To Bed
And Others To Their Cars And Backseats To Relive
What Just Happened As Desperate Fucks
Were Said To Be Nearer Than He Thinks
And Ever So Close For One Of Our Lads Got A Girl
With Mixed Standards And Drinks

And Then The Tape Was Flipped As The Flooded Fields
Turn To Lakes That Came To Meet The Road
But Could Only Scrape The Edge Of The Ditch
While We Swigging The Sea Foam From The Cans' End
The Driver Says It Can Be A Lovely Or Lonely Time To Drive
I Can't Remember Which

Some Sleepy Bats And Hares Cross Tyre Paths
And Then A Checkpoint Crowds The Horizon
Unlike Those Drunken Sleep Caked Stars
Who Are Rested As The Moon
Is Lost In The Morning
Clouds

CK

Sent I Mental

Hand Me That Bottle
And I'll Show You Something You Don't Want To See
Hand Me That Bottle
And I'll Be Somebody You Don't Want Me To Be

Hand Me That Bottle
And I'll Say What You Don't Want To Hear
Hand Me That Bottle
And I'll Show You What It Is You Fear

CK

Domestic

We Are Realized
Two Broken Ribs Have Made Me Shout
Kids Were Asleep But It Still Came Out
I Can Hear Cries.
Nurses Full Of Questions And Do Not Quit
Poking My Sides But I Will Not Admit
That I Love His Brown Eyes.
Return Me Home And I'll Creep Up The Stairs
That Broke My Fall When His Patience Tears
So A Temper Can Rise.
He Put The Kids To Bed With Wind And The Willows
And Said Happily Ever After As My Tears Hit The Pillow
We Are Realized

CK

Can I Bum A Cigarette For The Road?

You Wake Red Wine Lips
Into Bedsheets Of Fallen Ash
And Cups Filled With Tarred Filters
Who Drown In Cold Separated Coffee
And No Thirst Left From All That Drinking

There's Hoarseness From Trusting Her Hips
On Drunken Occasions When Yours Clash
And Crash Before Her Morning Fag Ends
And Both Are Put Out Ever So Silently
And Drown In My Wishful Thinking

CK

Astrophil And Stella

I Roll My Cigarettes Because The Times Call For It
For Soon Dawn Will Stiffens My Eyes So In My Bed I Sit
With My Bedroom Window Being Lit By A Sky
Of Stars That Comforted Me When Whiskey Is On Standby,
They Are My Only Means Of Getting High

CK

Skirt/Hurt

Cigarette Smoke And Sheets Cover Nothing
But Falling Heat And What She's Already Felt
Like Your Hand Seeking Out From Your Bedside
To Her Reddened Thigh As She Phones A Taxi
Pulling Up Her Skirt On Which You Have Dried
Denied Until My Empty Room Can Relax Me

But Here It Wasn't Heard Between The Song Changes
Or Spoken With Both Our Head Failing To Sleep
On One Shared Pillow With Only Morning To Follow
Outside These Sheets There's No Rise Nor Fall
And You Wonder Was It Like Before Coming Hollow
Are You Sure There Was Ever Something At All

CK

N.Y.Excommunication

The Trail From My Cigarette Leads Away
And Crossbreeds Through Your Hands
And Laced Hairstrands So Pillows Won't Forget

But It Hits That Dick You Were Talking To
When You Do A Chaste Hair Flick
With Sweated Fingers Edging Waistbands

Till Running Hands Leave You Greasy By Morning
And Please Say That Long Shower You Took
Was So There's No Braced Goodbye At The Door

And You Sit Like A Woman Of The Wastelands
Wishing To Be Heartbroke On That Bathroom Floor
Just So You Could Wash Out The Smell Of Smoke

CK

As You Go

Now, In Her Chair She Decides When She Comes And Goes,
Going Back To Recall That Unnaturally Hot Day
In The Middle Of June As The Lack Of Hands In The Milk Parlor
First Hit Her Hard Taking Blood And Breath

This All Before She Wondered Where The Sea And Sky Collide,
Before Grey Eased Across Her Frontier Fence
During The Winter's Nights And Never Lifted With The Mornings
She Took Each Post Slow And Scattered Far
From Where She Had Marked And Placed Them Back In Spring
Wrapping The Wire Around Her Calloused Hands

Until There Were No Need For The Extended Families Names
Or Which Road Leads To Parishes She Had Forgotten
All But A Few Words And Numbers Making Up A Bronx Street
From Which She Awaited Reply To Long Posted Letters

CK

Locked Out Of The Bluehouse

The Last Time I Spoke To Frances She Asked
What Was That Neil Young Lyric Kurt Used
Before Cracking The Plastic Of The Cap

And Then Leaving
Some Room For The Coke
Wondering Had We Missed Out
On A Shakey Youth In Toronto Or Seattle
Until I Reminded Her How Few Summers Were Behind Us
Yeah, I Guess School-less Weeks Are Longer Than We Care To Notice
We Drove To Speech-less Radio As She Dropped Again In Her Seat
Until We're Into The Black Of The Carpark Beside Her House
The Mirror Fixed Her Hair As She Perfumed Her Clothes
And I Checked Her Eyes
Until The Passenger
Door Closed

And Opened Much Later By My Sister
Who Asked Had I A Girl Here
Lingering Mixed Spirits Forced Me To Say
I Did

CK

Lost In The Sky With Diamonds

From Here I Do Not Know My Way
For I'm Lost In What You Say Is Your Natural Hair Color
And All Those Other Things Your Clothes Hide
Like Those Constellation Of Freckles
That Guide Me By The Night
For Joni Said That The Northern Star
Is Always In The Darkness And I May Be Blind
But John's Son Said Unless Its Your Eyes That I Relight
I'll Live Them All As Starless Nights

CK

'Here's Looking At You, Kid'

A Night Spent Circling Lost Lovers
What All Of The Lads Did
And I Spose' I Was The Worst
Trying To Undo What Was Undid

Subtle With Actions And Words
To The First Few And We Stood
For That Old School Group
Had The Same Bruising Boyhood

Which Seen Itself Call
After The First Few Shorts
As We Pass That Stage
With Jack Taking Our Supports

For No Warning Of Early Ones
Could Keep Us On Edit
As One The Lads Broke
Down In The Gray's Toliet

Unheard Over The Music
But We Knew What Was Said
The Same Things We Would
Only Spoke Hours Ahead

CK

'I Could Drink A Case Of You And I'd Still Be On My Feet'

The Gum Under The Seat Was Left With Just Enough Taste
Not To Be Wrapped In A Receipt But The Barman's Face
Shows He's Well Use To It, Flicking Matches Away
So The Bar Isn't Just Lit With That Trying Bouquet
Of Hairspray And Fake-tan From The Last Barstool

Who's Fun Just Began When The Kids Left Pre-school
'It's A Wonder' Laughs Jack 'She Don't Slip Down It'
His Teeth A Dirt Track From The Tobacco He Doesn't Spit
Then His Feet Fill His Shoes And Speaks So Its Taken Up Wrong
'Are You One Of Them Women Who's Not Real Without Makeup On?'
With Hands Cupping His Belt Buckle Till She Ceases Her Cough

She Loves Her Gin And Trouble And This Earns Him A Jerk-off
The Barman Has A Double Ready When She Returns Back
Her Ice Cracked And Sweaty Long Before Jack
Had Ever Tried His Hand For Here In Old Paul's
She Is Always In Demand But Only Before The School Bell Calls

CK

'Maybe We've Been Trying To Get To Where We've Always Been'

There's Grit In Spring's Gut
And It's Showing On The Leaf's Other Side
You'll Know What's What
For The Same Words The Months Replied

So Next Year I Don't
And Maybe I Won't Hate March As Much
Dying By This Quote
The Fall Won't Be As Hard To Mis-Judge

CK

'Every Place I Go I Take Another Place With Me'

I Heard What We Lost
Out Behind Old Paul's
All Of My Borrowed
Clothes You Stripped Off
And The Falling Snow
Made Your Skin Soft
So It Wouldn't Break
And You Won't Be Lost
In His Whispered Words
In Which Your Washed
But They Won't Keep You
Or Fight Off The Frost

CK

Pretty Girl Across The Bar

I Wish We Had More
So I Could Fill This Verse

Not Knowing Your Name
Will Leave Me Broken Or Worse

CK