Loveplank.

Just sign here on the dotted line
Just say you'll be here,there and...mine
You'll be my fairy godmother for the rest of time
You'll hold my hand as I walk the line
Just be my girl, just be my girl


But my siganture will change in time
I'll break all the rules and owe all the fines
I can't make magic, but damn I'm tryin
You'll walk the plank when I'll be fine


My eyes are glazed, my heart is caught
I know I know that your love can't be bought
Throw all the diamonds to the sea, cut all the ties
Just lay with me and watch the december skies
please be my girl, be my girl


You are not blind, your eyes are only shut
I'm leaving now, these ropes are cut
Im leaping in after the jewels off this creaking wood
I started to feel so I'm gone for good

I loved you once. I loved you never
It's only the ropes that kept this illusion together
Sail away from me honey,
This was never us.

you say that you love me,why don't you fuck off?

a modern job

I am drowning in a vision of hungry people

Music beating, banging off every wall

Screaming tonsils, in each blink..

wait,want,wail for

liquid.

The bar is vibrating,

I wait for it to crack,

in an earthquake filled with confused people,

who have been fooled into thinking this can be a short sweet escape

..and swallow each and every person.

I have nothing but my shirt and jeans

I am in a bad dream that life has brought me to this

slaving and trading my minutes

for working for the big man. head office.

wearing my skin out, muscles aching to each and every ligament

Sambuca fingers will serve you next but

somewhere behind me the clock is ticking

ticking

ticking

get out of here.

Routine sickens me...but the same faces worn in and out

of these walls, for paper.

I look at him in suit and say

"Fuck my life, it's traded for yours."

Ode to Stoke.

Clusters of noise, swamps of shopping bags

Descending in ages which are cross breeding and interacting

Violently

Thieves picking the crowds’ pockets

To find dust and giros

McDonalds is at war. Ravenous, clumsy middle aged something

People screaming at napkins through passing elderly...

Who stopped for a latte and lost Costa a while back

Huddling youth, randy under milkshakes and fries

And of course

That fucking screaming baby

Whose mother is outside dealing to the owner of pound land.

Through the littered alleyways, just past weather spoons

Next door but one is sleeping with the man who impregnated her daughter

But don’t panic

Jeremy Kyle has been contacted.

The Issue man is under threat again

Beside where Woolworths used to be

Which is now the home

To worn out mothers where their children

Go to Playcare

Whilst they stand in a cloud of smoke, wondering..

What to have for tea.

The bus shelter leaks havoc

And homeless

The last place in the world, I am

Here

Crammed next to miss thirteen

Turned thirty blowjobs, with a new mobile

Who can’t stop talking on it to the ex

Who can’t stop having sex with her mate Katie.

But God bless Stoke on Trent

Incestuous, glorious town

I love you still.