Month: August 2010

I’m in love with a girlIt’s not an illusion or chasing my tail.She’s real and she’s beautiful.Makes me catch my breath and smileWe work togetherPiece

The untuned scream of a violinA piano uncovered in a dead girl’s room.Rusted metronome is stillA drum monotonous by the tomb. No angels here –

I remember the beginning of summerThinking of my time awayUp to Swindon with my nanI waited for the day. We drove up in the family

Alone, looking at the starsThinking of a girlPlaying her tunesTicking down the clock till you can be together.Phone buzzesIt’s herYour heart flipsShe wonders if she’s

Tears running down my faceLike little cars fuelled by misery.Asphyxiate anxietyWater to blood in my hands.Fucked virgin canvasToo many charactersToo many charactersA sanguine SalingerTragedy made