(2007)
I stand shoulder to waist in this mumbling crowd
Stationary, the roots rise to keep me bound
Blue and brown eyes locked onto the earth’s platform beneath
My target is the raining sky, as my own turn green
Preparation sliced fingertips
Gaping and gasping they are ignorant
Branches are moving in to hold my hand
Gazing up at shapes of lost influence I am found
Twisting and gripping crack a shattered knee
If the drunken fool is found be polite enough to return me
The blurs, everything shifts back and forth
My eyes waver unable to keep up with the sickening rush
The tuning is out in my sight
A growl and firework sparks brighten this night
Please annotate your requirements, for I have none
Unspecific numbers are Monday’s love
Around my belt buckle it reaches another crooked limb
Drawing me to the rain soaked soil their eyes still fixed
A quick stare from the blue eyed figure who stands to my left
Unselfish lips word to me ‘Save Us’, no voice only breath
The theatrics in this performance, I outdo myself
Living life before the death of my duracell
Sympathise for me and my fake wounds
I am a battery-powered doll playing games of rack and ruin