Dusty.

Dusty

I felt the dip.
About three weeks before the shed.
Before the drips in the high dependancy ward.
Hospitals always scare me, i remember an old friend told me.
Maybe it was because he was afraid to die.
Arnt we all.
Afraid.
Am i.

Underneath
a cheshire moon
i want to breathe
in dragons
perfume

Where voices roll
the waves
do stop
peace at last
no russian top

All i can see
is down
and out
unless i look up
head still wet

forger me knots
voices in sleep
not yet not yet
when will we be
released

To casino Lights
so shiny
like every vibration
in this scene

My oh my
me oh my
the sun is here
and still we cry

Daylight come
monsoon rain
music splash
as smart fish play

If youve got
a lot of pockets
why not build
some lovely rockets
with all the dust
and strings and things
we like to wear.