it was not just me
your suitcase –
expressions of obsessions
that bubble of anger

i have been down
i have been out
i have,
discovered new sounds

it is hard not to let go
and hard –
not to be swept away

my feelings feel like a funfair
my life,
well that is a circus
you know, the sort that comes to town

Beyond the Pale when you have peered through the net curtains and made do with making love on sunday following … More

each day is valuable
another turn of the wheel
another rush of blood –
to this beating heart

a love that is so high
and billboard wide
but the priest of perfection
has seen it die

i had to find my religion
by any means i could
no one should need supervision
i realised that as i gathered wood