Silence. Repetition. Rhythm.

We speak not of silence
for it isn't there.








We speak not of silence
for it isn't there.








Silence fills what isn't there.
When there is absent
silence falls.








Silence does not exist.
Silence is 
what there is not.








Leave us there with silence
and don't be there at all.








Do not be quiet 
but be silent.








But to be silent.








Silence falls
and still there is here.






Silence falls
and we quietly wonder the nature of silence.

I'd rather have not loved at all.

Murder Ballad

I killed her
I did
Left for dead in the heat
I think
Well I gave her some water
and left some bread
it wouldn't be nice
to starve to death
but she had to go
she couldn't stay
she'll rue the time
she crossed my way
so in the desert she'll meet her doom
never again
will she darken a room
with just Mrs. tick
and of course Mr. tock
insanity should get her
cause I left her sunblock
and I drove around looking
for some trees or some shade
cause sun burn is nasty
left to swelter all day
and I hope the sands soft
so she can sleep
and my jumpers warm
when the night loses heat
but oh boy she'll be gettin' it
don't you worry
when those batteries run low
then she'll be sorry
cause I left her a radio
to fight off the bore
but I threw away the dial
at gold 104
so take that little darlin'
all alone
with only the face of yours truly
leaving you by that pay phone
driving off in the dust
no mercy from me
you don't treat me like that
and expect curtsey
Cause I'm the devil in a suit
and I've got you nicked
sadists tell tales
of the lasses I've picked
and when the coppers come askin'
I'll show em yer bones
or the footprints you've made
makin' your way back home
cause you're really not far
that'd just be cruel
but it's definitely inconvenient
being left like a fool
Now I'll go by the bar
and have a stiff drink
just to prove I don't care
what the fuck you think
and then I'll go home
and probably be hungry
but you always seemed to know
just what to make me
and the beds cold at night
when you come home late
and I love waking up
and seeing your face
and the talks with you
last longer then with others
and I can't help but smile
knowing we're lovers
but you can stay out there
for the time being
cause I'm a lone ranger
continuously fleein'
but before I go
I'll open some wine
with any luck
you'll be back by nine.

Pills with an Alternative Motive

Take these,
I'll give you a repeat
Now they'll knock you around so here's a medical certificate
for a week
Make sure you keep taking them
don't you stop
They'll fix that flu up
You'll feel tops

They're quite big aren't they?
I know the drill
But I've never taken anything
as big as these pills

First comes health
hey I'm doing fine
I'll be back earning some dough
in no time
Then comes the malady
I'm spluttering my lungs
that green gunk coming out
has got me well strung

But hey just you wait
I said they'd give you a jolt
keep takin' this medicine
try not to bolt
it's all part of the process
we've got it covered
if you wanna get better
you gotta have suffered

Well OK doc
you know what to do
I'll be a good girl
and follow your cue

The headaches start
and each day they get worse
taking more pills
preventing symptoms from the first
Feeling drowsy all the time
but unable to sleep
is like wanting to run
without having feet
There's a cloud in my head
Nothing seems strait
Bad dreams make my days
not very great

I'll just keep taken them
I'm just feelin' down
from all this sickness
hangin' around
Being motivationally depraved
ain't too smooth
the TV stays on
when I'm not in the mood

Now comes the paranoia
I don't wanna go out
Nobody likes me
They're ignoring my shouts
Breaking into tears
when dishes don't soak
and getting intense bouts of range
when  people get close
Shouting at everyone
crying for no reason
Getting frustrated
at the weather and seasons

This isn't me!
Though it feels like it is
I wasn't so like this
before these pills of his
That's it
I can't take it
I've had enough of this tension
if I wanna get better
I'll go without medication
I don't need something so strong
to make me feel right
my head'll feel good
getting off of this tripe

As soon as i made
that final decision
the world smelled a little sweeter
and my mind strayed from incisions
And now that I've been
on those meds for a week
I might at last try
for a healthy nights sleep.

Break

Cigarettes, lapped up by dying wood.
The stale scent wafting through the damp breeze,
like a fine perfume or an aged brandy
matured to a woody feast for those starved of aroma.
The wood so old the nostrils can almost sniff the splinters piercing though soft peels of flesh.
And still the years of absorbed ash add a fine finish for the kind that seek surroundings of scunge.

The stick of doubt.
Like the sweat between full thighs in the dampest of heats.