word jam gunpowder dreams

maybe there is a gap in the market
for a gunpowder scent !

find out who the magician is 
and what he wants 

i am the ghost floating away 
and he's Mr Bond i presume 

am i a figment of her imagination ? 

i almost gave up on him 
who will not trust me 

my heart was thumping in my chest 
like it was going to stop 

in slow motion 
am i hallucinating ?  

looks like I'm throwing up 
deep pulses in the stomach 
deeply satisfying thumps  

as I'm crashing on a beach 
unable to get away 

and i was so polite 

theres more to this than the physical 
we both said so 

there is a pool of love inside him 
i am lucky to drink 

and slow kisses 
going nowhere 

a kick in the back

he's all dreamy and drifty ... 

i suppose a square peg in a round hole 
makes a bit of friction 

hmmm do i just only talk about the men in my life ? 

cylinder, round, oval , 

I remember sitting on a terrace with a friend 
and the clouds in the distance were heavy and dark 
except for a layer of balmy light underneath 
which was in that magical melting stillness 

that the clouds showed they were an illusion 
hormones can be very tranquillising  

ive often seen really dramatic night skies on windy nights 
that look like a baroque painting 
and surrealist landscapes at sunset 
that look like the graphics on a Yes album 
like a Salvador Dali painting 

the tension in my body 
might be relieved a bit 

i like it when a man shows vulnerability 

where do the birds go 
in a thunderstorm ? 
the chorus sounds very excited this morning  

i feel like a child at a dinner party 
i dont understand half 
of the intellectual discussions being had 
and feel inclined to misbehave 
and find someone else to misbehave with 

silly is the new sick

the birds sing of orchids 
and other exotic things 
from faraway lands 

they sing how beautiful are we
each and every one  

with full throated bellies 

I stare at the wallpaper and the pattern 
turns itself inside out ! 

the birds are singing 
how beautiful it is 
to live in a tree 
enchanted by the mystery 

with yesterdays quarrels forgot 

on saturday night 
you can hear people 
effing and blinding down the road 

effing every sentence