I'm really not sure about you

You are saying something
And I'm not sure what
You're pointing at something
And watching the clock
I tried to acknowledge
What it was I thought you meant
But from the turn of your eye
I think I'm way off the scent

Perhaps you could write it
So it can seem much more clear
It seems we are'nt congruent
It's quite lonely in here
Ah I see you've taken a pencil
Do you want me to read?
Oh you've punctured your palm
You're beginning to bleed

What can I get you
Do you want me to help stop the bleeding?
Or is it just acknowledgement
That I see you're needing

Ah you nodded there
Did I get that right?
Oh you're crying, I'm sorry
Is it the pain or the fright?
Let me look at your hand
You must be in pain
Come on I can help you
Let me ascertain

I could get you a bandage
You've cut yourself badly you know
Are you going to run it under cold water?
Oh..... you're going to go?

You should get that looked at
I know a friend who could help
You could stem the blood flow
With some cord or a belt
Whats that? - you're staying
Well I'll make us some tea
Oh I heard you quite wrong, you meant
'you think its I who should leave'

Of course, I'm so sorry
I misunderstood
I'll just get my raincoat

Air

Excuse me
you're all around me again
haven't I met you before
A million times
I can't seem to move without you there

But no,
Don't hear me distorted
I don't feel suffocated
No,
I quite like having you around

Sometimes your more evident
But most times you're not
You're just well......there


Air

I'm as available to you
As you are to me
Sometimes you're in me
Wanting to get out
Sometimes you're far away
Holding up planes

I always look up


If we should know eachother
Any more intimately
Let me know
And I'll allow us some time
To exchange places more often
So I can feel where you were
As you reside in my innner

You seem to hold
Oceans of emotions
When I look through your soul
To a distance away
I suppose we all use your vastness
To identify our senses
I'm so glad you're there


Air


I

Pleading with potatoes

Please,
please don't

don't die

Crying on a bike

I rode along

Sucking in air

Barley able to hear

Ginger Ice Cream(with a flake)

Oh it's you

You're late

Your Late

Never mine

Yaw late

Pitch early

We shouldn't be out

Past September

Last cut of the garden

It'll grow slowly till spring

Six weeks of the summer

And all he can make

From Ginger ice cream

And a box of flakes

Till the calendar turns to October

And the queues fade to pairs

In any vaque order

Throw away the left cones

And secure the hitchlock

Last cut of the bristle

And last look at the cap

In the summer he reclines

But in the winter recedes

To vansish in moisture

Late into the year

Dark calls and he signs in

Not lucid but attendant

To break like a tide

Over trances of black

(5 months on)

Till a temperate clue

Shows a lateral bud

As he grasps for his cap

Then scratches his chin

Light flung into past

To revive his plan of survival

Who causes his rage?

To subside inculcate

As he reaches for ice cream, ginger

And boxes of flke

Institutionalised Clown

Who's got twenty quid?
I need some bright new clothes
A flower in my lapel
A rip in my throat pocket

I used to laugh
In a high pitched wheal
Now I comb my few strands
And Growl

My children never Visit
Their children don't know
I'm even alive
Or even Dead

I used to move
Like an attacking spider
Now....
I .....
Don't

Fading shades

I never felt
so calm
so temperature perfect
so breezlessly still
in rock
on rock
with rock

upside down
being dragged
to nirvana
crawling to the rodeo

for one tiny second
in a specific time
surrounded by space
I ceased to be
and was flat as a thousandth of an inch

I was murdered in a dream

It was not at all

What it seemed

Excrement

Restless in the visceral seam

I was hidden at the front

And they were all behind

All watching stiff like solid egg white

Silent in thought undefined

Unknowing, unable

Slowly salivating

Undone by palipatation

Wishing for teleportation

Today, today

Close my eyes

Today, today

Be far away