Had my foot in the door

Put a crease in my life

To mark the place where I am

Confusion of delusion?

The tightening of time

These fluctuations

Haunting me with their colour

I need a monochrome

Where nothing has been done

Future taunts my freedom

My placing is mystery

Escalation or education?

So much to loose

There could be somewhere

Where they have dropped the bomb

And life is not ashamed


There is a hole in the ground

Throw me in and cover me over

As I choke, breathing the earth

The air is dreaming


Whistle on gristle

The life of the other side


Not plaster


This perception

Is company enough

Black sea blocks out the sun

The space grows wide