Ruby Throat

I'm trapped in the cracks Of a broken machine Rust bleeding rust To some forgotten sea But this skin is your skin A muscle moves beneath The staircase folded and mouldered away The suitcase disembowelled I'm trying to play But the weight of the weigh

My law insists The door is open to reflect the precise moment There is no mistake Shed this skin It is already buried But you carry the shadow Bury this skin You'll carry Someone so far Show them You are free They are called out in remnant The spirit

Waves are breaking blind Mama, you gave me my life If there's blame then it's mine Waves are breaking blind So I pray dear love And I might be saved It's in my breast and it's cold I'm a blind breaking wave And I rise and it's dark And I'm black in b

No safety rope But I will hold you close Does the polar bear Track you in Antarctic air? I call you the Arctic fox Those greasy yellow locks And bear piss smiles We can hide in miles and miles of ice Yes, I call you the Arctic fox Arctic fox, she is

He was so pretty That illegal immigrant A gnarled shelf life Up high Snapping up flies A buzz and a stink Round tired eyes I grease you and swallow You struggle in your birthing sack Black hair slickened glistening I am still listening The birds are

I sit dumb And I wait to be worked out upon I steal sweets from kids And I pretend that it wasn't his Same time I escape the rope So I put it back about my throat Blunt, cold, hard hit On angels feet beneath I slip Blunt, cold, hard hit On angels fee

A shark came by today I kept that shark at bay Optic nerve gone astray Leaving us gyroscopic In a confused, compelling sea I gripped his arm and he held onto me I carry with me your care Bejewelled broken comb Caught in mermaid tangled hair In darkes

I have a pen, she said But it's broke, it's bereft Without its hand I don't understand I don't understand I'm given in to the deluge of age Shit off a shovel and shit by the spade Where does the colour go When the flowers grow old? In my darkest hour

I see the tiny hairs on your eardrum drumming Huge stalactites, mouth over mine Am I turned on by rapeseed oil? Make me digest better they said A newborn fist for a heart And fishes start from my eyes I am tilled, I am sewn My tongue fur grown My sto

I'll break your legs if I find out that you are fucking him Composure balanced by the drink, a slack jaw, black gin Smiles all bile and broken, if you are fucking him Will keep this precious moment We'll sink it in the gin Are you happy now? Are you