Loose Talk Costs Lives

Loose Talk Costs Lives

EP Launch

6th December

Brudenall Social Club

Leeds

LISTEN

Man licking a cigarette in regression (The coming into existence of existence and everything around me)

Bus Stop perpetuates man

Man facilitates mouth

Mouth engenders tongue

Tongue constructs lip

Lip manifests hand

Hand creates fingers

Fingers adorn cigarette

Cigarette constructs road

Road provides feet

Feet contain legs

Legs support torso

Torso marries sleeves

Sleeves divorce neck

Neck surprises limbs

Limbs accept October

October builds perspective

Perspective portrays dimensions

Dimensions arouse depth

Depth impose A

A suggests B

B equals thought

Thought massages bus

Bus elicits bus stop

Bus stop perpetuates man.

POEM : The Never Hour

The space in between seven and eight

is loosely held together by artificial light.

The familiar blue prevails over insentience

as the gravitational mass multiplies

at the centre of MacDonalds.

A fellow customer asks if my top lip is real.

Some things never fail to be original,

and some things simply fail.

Too many brooms sweep away an hour that never existed.

A lip embossed on a cheek

A girl adorning the polyester of previous hours

A group incessantly trying to copulate with time and light

produce only an incestuous sunrise

Someone takes a photograph of me

thank you.

Walk home from work 30/10/10

There's talk of Meerkats and naked legs.

A man encased in wood

yells intermittently at the transient crowd

in colloquial chestnuts.

The path is bathed in a teenage downpour on wheels.

The surface is dry

and the windows are dazzling - mini universe.

Eyes flicker as the book stares back with the pretension of a

transfixed horse

constructed from the shoulders of mosquitoes.

I draw on my senses and wonder if awkwardness existed before mammals.

6 o'clock has the feel of tension wrapped in bacon.

These roads are drowsy.