Stargazing/Black Dress

Can You Sit Here And Eat The Sugar With Me
While I Shake The Stars
And We'll See What Falls Out

Debris And Blood Has Been Making Trails,
Far From Me To Bring You There
Without Some Kissing In The Parking Lot

Saying 'You're Just Flared Nostrils And Pale
Skin Flamed And Fire And Flares
And Hot, Hot It's So Damn Hot'

Yet The Inhaled Perfume And Dust Disagree
Making The Air Far Thinner As You Redress
Your Knot Tied Waist Skinning Me Cheap

Burning Tidy Flakes Off Of Me
But Keeps Us Together Upon Your Hem
You Say 'Just Shake The Stars And Then Go To Sleep'

CK

Strictly No Smoking In This Room

'I Swear This Is My Last Packet'
She Says
Just A Night Of Unattractive Girls
Not Women
Them Sleeping Together Without Me
Until I've Packed
For The Night, Coming Before She's Begun
The Tipping Stage

Their Ashtrays
Would Have Known This Way Back Then
For Yes
She Watched You Sleep, In A Different Way
Than Movies
With A Stagnant News Feed By Your Head
And A Guilt
Of A Kind When You Awake To This

Just A Day Of Unattractive Girls
Not Women
Them Sleeping Together Without Me
Unpacked
On Hotel Beds And Spilt Like Two In One
Through Luggage
'I Swear This Is My Last Packet'
She Said

CK

Sugar Mt. Woods

We Can Hear Them
Asking "Do You Want To Be On Your Knees For This?"
And Drops In Our Palms
From Thrashing On Their Pins
And They Ask Us To Return With The Light Of Their Evening In Our Hands

We Still Hear Them
Breathing A Half Pack Of Majors Over Us, Coughing Words
Spit Slips Between Fingers
And Sticks To The Others Shoes
Yet They Ask Us To Return With The Light Of Their Evening In Our Hands

We Only Hear Them
Freezing The Tall And Malleable Skin Trail That Leads Us Away
The Notion Of A Nosebleed
Speeds Us Across Broken Branches
They're Behind Us, Shouting Return With The Light Of Their Evening In Our Hands

I Only Hear Them
Unfollowing Footsteps And Sounds And Disused Schoolbags
Filled With Maps Of Palm Lines
I Start Off Beneth One Of The Staples
Wondering Where And When On The Way Had My Hands Stopped Carrying The Light

CK

Broombridge Station

I Am Much Too Old A Girl
To Make A Home And Fort
From Some Palates
And The Warehouse Walls

Until A Child's Face Comes
Between The Last
Two Seats Of A Stalled Train

Her Malleable Skin On Glass
Is All But Gone
By The Times He Has Returned

Probley Swaying In There,
Older With No Hands
The Piss Escaping In Turns

Now She Leaves Me In His Arms
And I'm Sit On A Wall
Waiting To Be Kissed Goodbye

A Tag Hangs Off The Father's Shirt
While The Conductor
Nods At Me To Jump The Fence
As I've Missed The Last Train

CK

The Lyrebird In Parnell Square

These Cake Cutters Pull Faces
Cutting Away The Babies From The Emergency Exits
And Places Smelling Of Sanitizer

I Now Burn The Cookies In Hunger
Leaving Us To Dip Fingers In Last Night's Curry Pots
Wondering Do Others Bodb As Well

With The Smell Of Drink Lying In Work Clothes
He's After Wrestling The Swans Back Into The Liffey For Me
Saying Our Hi-vis Love Will Be Seen In The Day

And Carrys Us Both Into The Canal
The Last Thing Is The Surface Breaking With The Noise Of A Bird
A Lyrechild I Can Only Guess

CK

Fragment #61

Who Is Glad The Girl
You Love Don't Love, Me Or Else
I Won't Be Here

CK