It's bollocks, but it about as much as I have managed

Pine

Cut down in your prime
to be left outside, abandoned
after services rendered..
warming the presents for the young

Your head pulled from the arse of an angel.
You poor sap, you won’t be burned,
you will be left to your own private autumn
by the front gate.

Stripped of the finery you wore last night
and the night before, and the night before,
and the night before, and the night before,
and the night before, and the night before,
and the night before, and the night before,
and the night before, and the night before,
and the night before.

Now rootless and no chance of coming back in.
You’re so quiet you can hear a needle drop.




This having a baby lark is a bit mind consuming....what was it someone said about the pram in the hallway being a perfect way to stop writing or something like that anyway. Oh well, hopefull this will spur things on a bit...

Still Florence is the best thing ever, she melts every fibre in my body when I see her each night and morning...weekends together are the most precious thing....

On another track, I may have to start talking about music as well and somehow posting music up here...I stumbled across a website called Hype Machine...it's fantastic...put it in your search engine now...oh and check out the burning world blog for top tunes each week...I have heard some blinding stuff every week....