Memory & Other Drugs

A wild power fills me when I step into the world of man

A sudden and brutal thing, conducted by a long lost hand

To be deep in it to struggle for more

To grab the hand of any passing form in the door

To know the laughter, noise, shit & all that runs

Down from it’s guttered beginning, out to it’s ending in my lungs

Still coming up hard on a long ended shove

Claiming with each holy breath to have won some autonomy of air

Autonomy over the air

In between rows & rows of lost faces

Rueing what stops them man from rising up and obtaining their grace

Still beginning each sentence again with a nod

And reaching for clarity & all the above

Still hands reach over and under and over to pull

Rumours begin & die on the floor of God’s last great hall

Still your hours close in as they morph into one and

Screaming unending through fear to have won some autonomy of air

Autonomy over the air

How long we fought the evidence

How come we call it salient

The night drains out into the cold of some lost street

Signify all notions man, we wed ourselves to be

In the throes of some bloody & blasphemous love

The green eyed seductress the working man’s lust

All the dead stare collective form round the last remaining sun

They are moving from desire to envy all with the grace of a dog

Still drawing out water from the viaduct of

The blue veined sepulchre the prodigal tongue

I am running not ending man oh still high from the fall

I have come past your door to be cut, known, qualified & hung

But screaming I’m open I am above

All barstool apostles some poet in love with autonomy over the air

Autonomy over the air

Autonomy of air