No Ice

Deconstruct fragmented slog
Analysis in the epilogue
From beyond the grave these wicked ways
Car crashed while memory recapped better days
Will away those flaky feelings
Fend them off up to the ceiling
Don’t know what it is I’m needing
Caffeine fuel for histrionic healing
Purge every word from every pore
Purge everything from every pore
With a subtlety soft as meteors
Cos I aint coming round here any more
Talking loud and saying nothing
Cos I aint coming round here no more
Talk with conviction say anything

You know why you still do not know why

Wrapped up trapped in complex ideologies
you can’t see you’ve got a good thing going here
regardless of what you actually thought important
These words are the flotsam
The frothy leftover trend
All these words are the flotsam
The Swell the bend the means the end
With every ebb and flow
With every to and fro
With all the bouncing bombs caught in a double helix
that’ll learn ya
hopefully that’ll learn ya
Translate it into grunts
Mark urgent and go ugh
Ugggggghn nem nem

You know why you still do not know why

It is how it is cos that’s how it is
The curtain shivered as I threw down my written winter
No Ice

You know why you still do not know why

Methods of transport and wrapping up warm shoved down your throat
Cuddling on the dawn train, ignoring on the homeward plane
Tumbling down the biggest slope
From Iceland to Thailand to Germany
Confound foreigners with senses of irony
Life love death birth
Feed us more mirth
Bad good yes no
Ebb flow to fro
ME
I’ll save the other transcontinental stories for when I actually have some
Concepts left part of me bereft and dead but I’ll have a resurrection
And then I’ll holler
‘Crucify me
I haven’t got a clue
I’m worse than the original
I’m Jesus version 2’

You know why you still do not know why

-Thom, Chreeees