at the end of the pier with my telephone line
fishing for words now all numbers have gone.
my breathing out of sync
with bottle-neck stars in a pocket of wind
my mind swimming acres of sea.
I have sank my advent calander
two days away from chocolates in a box.
full-circle this, this back-to-front behind.
the fertile woman lost at sea
from Black Oak Arkansas.
she circled once my heart in dead-of-night
danced me through a sandstorm in her peticot and pearls.
her love of light on a pathway to sublime
I kissed her feet, her symbols of the sea.
her perfumed hands no world would ever see.
not knowing is the cruelest month I know.
death only lives the second time we die.
I\'ve come by this from fiend to honest man.
too many times a drunk of endless whit
with shifting moods through hells dark alleyways.
I have drowned my devils jukebox
now I walk as tall as only love knows how
with a heart of better flavour for the angry gods to seeth.
take me for all eternity my friends.
and I will pray you all remember me;