Graze Monotony (2007)

Arbitrary Moons

circle my head and tell me it’s night though it’s two in the aftercuntingnoon
lamp down my eyelids and tell me I’m blind
make my mirror a house for despair to thrive
cut my wrists and keep me alive
tell me it’s alright when it’s absabloody hopeless
the grammar nazis;
the hall monitors;
the con-men; liars; a world to themselves
bursting planets is hard to do when
you’ve no one else to pull you through them