'I remember the glow of our cigarettes'

I remember the glow of our cigarettes

Thinking this was perfect

‘The house of worth’-Ciaran Carson

‘Fruit of the Loom’- clothing company

Fruit club

Let’s go to the park

Get dollops of ice cream!

What is the comets course?

‘A hot song on your palm’-Evan Jones

Separate ships?

Waiting for the tide to go out

Some Mountain summit

More flower and a choir of you

The warm glow of gold

Give me yellow eyes

The sea epiphany 

Africa,to be jewelled with water

Watched and drowned

The sky,the sea,the eyes of you

A heavenly blue

French stick of heaven

A smile of thankfulness

Friendship ,Virtue,Fate

Shiney conkers

Painted orange for pumpkins

Black for spiders

White for ghosts

A word perfect song

‘The aquarium of my tears’-David Constantine

Children dreaming sleepers

‘Eyeballs of quartz’-David Constantine

The lost tongue

They are wrong

A bleeding that will never stop

Mental health

A silent boiling

Bange instead of band?

 A pipe dream?

‘The wind kisses up little waves’-David Constantine

Alone,need a microphone

My own home,some company

I want to feel grown

Has everyone flown?

Ghost past cities

Iceland

Ice,how does it turn blue?

How do I feel pretty?Like this

I have marks all over me

I feel finished

Juke Box

I turned the light out

Everything went blue

Like a waterfall,so beautiful

Like someone put the stove on

A flame,a blue hue

Like a moonstone changing colour

Everything went pink

Like satin folding over me,

Blossoms falling above me,

As I sink

Yellow like under a canopy of leaves

Showing friendship like sunlight interweaves

Green,perfect like a golf course

And a four leaf clover

White like the white cliffs of dover and

Purple shining on the wall

Into the dark hall

When I close my eyes

I remember the dresses of the Northern Lights

Like I have my own little disco ,

It really excites!

Then I turn on some music,it really helps me sleep

Sometimes a romantic song comes on

And I smile and begin to curl my feet

Will I dream tonight?

Will the Angels hold me tight?

When will my demons be wiped?

When will this hunger subside?

There are birds on my curtains

I think they whisper don’t give up

There are pictures of butterflies

If only it was easy to wake up!