headaches

[gavin]

my head call loud stop stop the clock
the pours of the skin tick- tock drip from the tap at night
tap give me suicide lay me on the inquisitor rack beat ---beat ---heat me bend what remains so the marrow drip tick-tock
turn the tap off, foot walk my crazy head, into life and double meanings
to where they ply the whip in strokes of satire
hey foot walk me to the craggy seizure push me through the incision to the abyss
curl me into that void let polish the crags with flesh
let me fall jingling down down into that which is below climbing distance
through me into me my arteries let me see this madness
such foggy weather swimming these arteries
stop stop the clock the tick tock drip into the sink
kill me with such dead use a hammer that imitation is out of the question

[wildmountainthyme]

hi gavin,
you'll have gathered it's lonely in this little corner. a hard read this one. i like some of the language used, a blend of clockwork o and gangs of new york. cannot make head nor tail of it but pretty powerful images within. can't say anymore apart from i hope you do not write xmas cards for a living!
cheers gavin
dan