Headaches from staring at screens, soft curling toes beneath the sheen of swiftly polished shoes, and when it's cold I fold the blankets in two. Drop new pennies in dusty jars, lying with your legs apart, forever shedding our skins. It's one place where to start, another where to begin, and we're all singing: Dear friend please won't you help me Dear friend please won't you help me Oh please won't you help me... Crows fight over the aerials sending signals to your stereo, as your onions make you cry. I rarely do my best but I promise that I try. 'Hello' written on breakfast spoons but the ink infects, the milk turns blue, while the weather forecast brings you down. What I'm saying's not an anagram but feel free to change the letters around, so they spell out: Dear friend please won't you help me Dear friend please won't you help me Oh please won't you help me...

A face drawn on an egg, in a creaking bed, on creaking floorboards, above a restaurant. But we can eat for free I got a deal with the owner, I clean the stairs and hoover the sofas, just last week I found a chess piece, hair grease, and some vitamin pills. So pick anything you like, I'll eat you with my eyes, your lips look redder than mine, the way the light is. You said you ride a motorbike but you don't wear a helmet. I said that sounds pretty stupid, you said it helps you evaluate your life, so I said: I see my breath when I wake up on a winter's morning and I'd like to see your breath too. A design mopped in the floor, a mosaic of soap, turns grey and elopes into the gutter. But try and guess what I've drawn before the bubbles burst, you said you know what it is but you don't know the words, it looks a bit like wisdom with a rabbit's head, I said that's correct. You said your favourite time to walk is the middle of the night, I said let's go out right now and break some streetlights. The echoes in these roads are really astounding, when there aren't any cars you can hear your heart pounding, every beat ricocheting into space, I turn to you and say: I see my breath when I wake up on a winter's morning and I'd like to see your breath too. A spider spins her web around the last of my bed posts, and now she's feeling pretty lost because there's nowhere else to go. The tap keeps drip-dripping, you get used to the sound, and anyway come morning the cars have blocked it out. So let's go out for breakfast, lie down in a park, sun ourselves like lizards so we've got energy come dark. And that chair in the corner is where I write all my songs, you said you'd really like to hear one, I said only if you sing along. It goes like this: I see my breath when I wake up on a winter's morning and I'd like to see your breath too.

I like to drink from mossy fountains right after the rain, it gives me a stomach ache but i still do it again, and if you ask me what i think i can't accurately explain, I don't know how. And I think it's inconsistency which defines our existences, because everyone I see acts differently in different instances, like ephemeral shapes dividing and colliding all the time. I wonder why Most flowers only blossom every now and again, but I guess perennial beauty would end up kind of tame, life only seems meaningless when it's always the same – just flip the tape! If I was a male deer I wouldn't fight with the stags, because I do not associate as being one of the lads, and I can think of better uses for my antlers than that, oh yes I can! So let's just sing: La la la la... I get suspicious of people in raincoats in the sun, it seems to me a totally unnecessary precaution, but if it makes them feel safer well I guess there is no problem, but it must be hot In the burning, molten centre of your gazing, staring eyes, is a twisting ballerina who is skating on the ice, and it's whenever they fall over that you feel the need to cry: 'Oh what a life!' It takes so much precision to jump between the springs, but if you take too long on your decision then they will begin to sink, and no one ever really gives a fuck what you think, they don’t have the time. I'd like to put a thousand flavours straight into your mouth, and see how long it took you to figure all of them out, well it might seem pretty pointless but well what isn't now? Isn't that the point? So let's just sing: La la la la... We'd use our antlers to bring down the government, We'd use our antlers to destroy the houses of parliament, We'd use our antlers to reclaim power for all of us. We'd use our antlers to loot from the rich, We'd use our antlers to redistribute it, We'd use our antlers to end the polarization of wealth. We'd use our antlers to destroy oil corporations, We'd use our antlers to defend against deforestation, We'd use our antlers to protect our world from climatic collapse. We'd use our antlers to smash sexism and bigotry, We'd use our antlers to bring down every single hierarchy We'd use our antlers to end prejudice and subjugation... But we’re not male deer so let's end that train of thought, and the path to a fairer world is far more complex we are sure, and we'll probably never live in a world without war, but please let's just do all we fucking can to resist our oppression.

bend my fingers back ‘til they break to create a sound effect for a tape with a tap-dancing scene ends with a kiss I can be your metronome if you'll start the twitch there are too many things left unsaid like get the fuck out of my head and breathe life into me through this stale air we will all start screaming when we see the flares of indifference and anarchy there's growing pains and there's lethargy when I ride my bike in the night-time snow I stick my tongue out in the streetlight's glow stinging nettles still need love to live but there's only really so much love I can give so break me open there's a staircase inside the fire exit's in the back of my eyes test the echoes in my muscles and bones I hear that each cell has a different tone but all I am, is all I conceive, there's spreading stains on these bed-sheets And I never want to go back alone to a square shaped flat and a cold stone work counter littered with the tattered remains of a meal prepared for one That's one courgette, one fucking carrot, and one cold bed that I don't ever want to have to stomach And does my skin bring out my features? Or am I missing the lustre of plastic coated peaches? And so this is why when I break my bread, just to put half back in the bread bin, I don't eat it all but instead put some crumbs for the birds in the garden Stay connected to your reasons for living, this might hurt your head but just don't fucking give in And so what is life? It's chemical reactions and social constructions and personal crisis But behind your eyelids there are no secrets, a thin layer of tissue, a vague memory’s residue There is no path, there's not even terrain, we are just floating in space, which we should not try to name.

Boots squelch in the mud, caution do not trespass, we'll eat the roots away. Meaning attributed by perception multiplied by time and the desire to fit in. These fingers all smell like ash and do you really think that there's a match amongst the maze of reaching limbs. I feel claustrophobic, at the same time I feel bored, I see an empty hat-stand and I wonder what it's for. Take it all back, take it all back, take it, take it all back, take it all back, take it, take it all back, take it all away, it'll be okay. All I find most profound can't be reduced into sound, here we are and here it is. The shapes chipped in to weathered bricks remind me of kissing lips and the blood that flows beneath. So I'll keep squeezing grapefruit skins, juice dribbling down my chin until my feet stick to the floor. Travelling across bridges distanced by character changes, time, space, and amber lights. Take it all back, take it all back, take it, take it all back, take it all back, take it, take it all back, take it all away, it'll be okay. Take it all back, take it all back, take it, take it all back, take it all back, take it, take it all back, take it all away, it'll be okay. Take it all back, take it all back, take it, take it all back, take it all back, take it, take it all back, take it all away, it'll be okay. Take it all back, take it all back, take it, take it all back, take it all back, take it, take it all back, take it all away, it'll be okay.

our bodies are tickled by the breeze a prickling uncertainty hanging suspended from a peach until it's ripe enough to fall but how many dropped before you did will determine how many bruises will spread like ink across your limbs if any at all woah oh woah oh oh sitting on a bench as the sun peaks through the clouds oh woah oh oh when I'm on my own I say all my thoughts out loud, I say I wish that I wish we were closer and when I talk to strangers I learn things about myself you don't need to look at your hands like you think they're gonna fall off I wish that I just wish we were closer, all of us I boil potatoes with a pinch of slat their skins soften and peel off I wonder if I'll fall in love ever again the wind blows through the holes in my clothes chills me right down to the bone I think most things I'll never know and I begin to smile woah oh woah oh oh sitting on a bench as the sun peaks through the clouds oh woah oh oh I look out on the sea and I sing my heart out, I sing la da da la da da woah oh oh oh oh...

painted tiles on temples, whisper what you think they mean we all think we're great historians but we all just disagree raindrops settle on petals; raindrops settle on foreheads our lungs fill with chemicals and regrets read poems by the river with a raincoat and a flask refuse to say what the words mean if anybody asks there are long conversations nobody wants to have the current like our lips keeps moving fast a row of empty canisters just waiting to be filled watch the bees as they fly home weighed down from the fields there is certain destruction for everything we ever build but for now ornaments sit on windowsills when doors creak in the night do you always tense your back because teeth are made for biting, not for grinding when you're sad a lifetime's hesitation lies ahead if we don't just act our bones will one day soon be artifacts jump against a mirror just to try and feel whole but a reflection's just an image and an image is nothing at all so look into my eyes, tell me what do you see I see two black wholes and a thousand galaxies I see two black wholes and a thousand galaxies if you listen very carefully you can hear the earth shake it's not so much a movement as an indecisive state where fluctuation is the name of the game and we oscillate between hope and disdain so rinse off all your pebbles of the mud that's in their pores I need to stop and think about what it is I'm fighting for pieces of paper blow down the street, torn into frayed maggot shapes one near my foot reads 'I wish I could have stayed' kind people, they're like blue foods, it's a limited category and as you age I hear every hill, it feels twice as steep but embrace your lovers without rigidity there is no sequence only possibilities fingers dipped in oil losing grip on themselves a moment of connection surrounded by chaos my hair stands on end for lightning and for love while children carve their names in the rocks write how you feel on the walls, move out when you change your mind walk barefoot on the needles that have fallen from the pines the fragrance of a splinter still wet with sap is like hot breath dripping down your back it's like your hot breath dripping down my back

...I bit my lip. And I looked into his eyes. And I said... I'm sure your mother loves you very much and she probably has reasons that are more complex than blood although we have hands we don't have to throw mud we can just sit and soak and slowly soften our skin and when was the last time you went walking in the rain until your clothes felt so heavy you thought you'd never be dry again and did you think 'oh my gosh, this is amazing that I am even here to feel any raindrops at all'? Now listen: There are countless ways that things could be different because in another situation your family might be dying and I might save them and you'd never be able to express your gratitude I'd say don't worry there's no need to say thank you. I'm sure your eyes have seen some dreadful things but just because you've suffered doesn't mean you need your own victims I know that waves don't queue to happen, they are prompted spontaneously and if you share don't spread your pain you can let it go Now I know there's an endless thirst for reassurance and poor translators replace the word 'power' with 'dominance' but to stamp on someone else to feel better about yourself is in my opinion the weakest thing you can ever do. Alright: There are countless ways to be different. For instance, the average handspan of a human is seventeen centimetres and a half but actual sizes vary widely in fact every single hand is unique. So there I was against the wall and the street outside seemed silent through the open door I closed my eyes and tried not to bite my tongue as I felt his fist crash into my jaw and the taste of blood filled my mouth and I slowly slid down onto the ground and I spat one of my teeth out and fell asleep to the clattering sound but when I woke up someone told me that that man he had started to cry and when he was asked why he had done what he just had he could only respond 'I don't know why'. So now if someone asks me why there's a gap in my smile I simply reply 'I don't know why'.

Powdery skin dusted with pastels, let me take you to the castles that your dated dustbin guidebook chooses to ignore. Bite your bottom lip ten times, while my fingers trace up your spine, maybe then you'll have nose bleed, maybe then I'll paint your bones. My stomach's filled up with air - a baby that will always be there. Running round in circles, running back and forth in lines. Two cards in just one holder, perhaps I should feel older, so I'll carve a watch in my wrists because I haven't got the time. But if someone looks straight at me it can feel like a small victory because it's good to be reminded that I'm really even here. Push me deeply into bare floor, one cat's ear and a square jaw, my ears are filled with plastic but there's nothing going in. La da da la da da la da da woah woah woah oh oh.