we were waiting for a comet to set fire to the sky
but the stars are nothing more than just stars tonight
they're just not that bright
they're just not that bright

with a belly full of fireflies
and the stardust in our eyes
I stood into the wind and held my torche to the sky
but it didn't ignite
no it didn't ignite

so be my
roman candle
be my spark

I didn't get past the horizon
so I stood into the wind
and I gave gravity a fight
but a did not fly
no I did not fly

so be my
roman candle
piercing through
the dark
be my
 roman candle
be my spark

fingers mangled in the gears
I look the other way
and spin forever
-
flick the switches on and off
to make sure your not dreaming
pinch yourself and blink your eyes
but do not lose that feeling
-

dancing barefoot in the shards of history
i dip my bloody toe into the pool
and watch the ages ripple
-

cancer sticks
and magic tricks
do not impress the king
an empire built
on white guilt
and telemarketing

-

we smoked the monster out
but left the sky black
in a bed of hot coals
on our backs

/

another ship lost at sea
the lighthouse mourns in silence
but never stops looking

x

golden weeds coil round my legs
drag me into the glitter swamps
glamoured by the ghosts of nobodies
in the doldrums of the stars
applause echoes through the gutters
of Hollywood blvd.

;

falling endlessly through the plot holes
filling in the blanks
thought balloons full of smog
it doesn't have to mean anything
to mean something

*

dragged behind the car
on the way to heaven
test pattern seizures
disco convulsions
keep rolling your eyes
and they won't roll back
easily ignored
beating beneath the floorboards
night terror mosquito cult
shrapnel in skull cobwebs
cosmic garbage sinks
your precious
colonized glacier
not so spontaneous combustion
suspicious moonlight
shudder to think
prescription pestilence for medicated mannequins
the narrator has lost interest
my shadow follows someone
else
the mirror.wont.look back at me
good riddance
I don't blame him
this factory doesn't make anything
don't tap on the glass
a lump of coal beating in your chest
glamour mugshots for severed head tv personalities
talking in circles
talking me to death
it blurs into one tone
when.you speak
when were alone
no laugh track
famine fashions
down the runway
into the showers
lynch the starlet
bootprint kiss
scabbing over your eyes
as the city sleeps
endless ticking of the clock
ringing in your ears
sunday morning
fat with sin
government sponsored pity party
door to door memory erasure
no soul to pawn
fire desire bullshit stream
flesh encased machines
organIc agent orange juice
choreographed catastrophe
comatose monarch in camouflage
massed produced poltergeist
executive prostitute
cue the violins and rain
cola cola afterbirth
throw money at it
the walls have ears and big mouths
spiral stairs to nowhere
heroin chic widows weeds
lather rinse recede
you are never clean
ripe for the taking
bent over on the empty shrine










las vegas burns
as california sinks
new yorkers sigh and have a drink

a night out

heaven is at capacity
hell has become too trendy
the earth is boring and too crowded
I float in space and think about it