she woke me
with rage building in her throat
her deep seated rumble the first sign of trouble
shaking my bed with her anger
and I rose wiping sleep from my eyes
ready to hear her out
well accustomed to her moods
as she gathered momentum
I stood in awe at her fierce expression
but cautious
it is wise to be wary of her temperament
going from moaning
to weeping
to howling fury
stomping the ground with the weight of it
flashing skies of her eyes
lashing & dancing all around
threatening to drown
or burn...

I met god and he smelt like an original idea,
sporting a tattered trench coat and insane hair,
Like I saw in the pictures once.

The national consciousness was diving head first
into the shallow end of the pools of knowledge,
the life guard said fuck 'em and we had a good laugh.

Everything became really confusing,
And the pattern of it all made it worse,
Nothing could be distinguished.

"I'm going to throw up, I'm so excited."
-Words from next door
In a constant state of bedroom eyes.

We were holding silence, ...