You

Addicted to you
Golden skin delicate
Silk spun to life

You with a book
Head on my chest
Away in your world

Eyes endless with
All my dreams, you
Tip my heart over

For you I wake
The best version of
Myself, every day

Indifferent life

Black hills tumble down
Rocky road back to town
Eagle cycles long loops
Sun passes unseen

Sky stands defiant
Stark blue cold giant
Eagle tips darkly, falls
Sun finds clouds

Green river rolls over
Banks hold their lover
Eagle breaks small life
Sun drifts guilty, cries

Faith

In the end
When the final steps fell
Cracking grit, spitting dust
And we ripped our fingers
Through barren hills

We stood as men
Eyes burning in cold light
Dawn licking around us
A faithful lover after
A faithless night

And where then?
Teased by lustful wind
Atop that single-faced peak
We could only fall
Ashes from fire

The Cleaning Song

I'm just a doin' my chores
So I won't get beaten by her indoors
She likes to punch me in the face
And finish me off with cans of Mace

So I'm just a doin' my chores
Washin' dishes and scrubbin' floors
P'rhaps if I behave meself
She won't damage my mental health
Or iron flat my tes-ti-cles
Then nail my willy to the wall
Knock me out and shave my head
Run me over and leave me dead

So I keep on doin' all the chores
So I don't get maimed by her indoors
I s'pose I'm scrubbin' for me life
To keep me safe from my lovely wife

Oh, just a doin' my chores... (repeat & ad-lib ad infinitum)

On ice

Bubble's burst
Thought I'd quenched my thirst
But I'm parched

Poured out flat
Pointless life as diplomat
Negotiate this

Rocks no ice
Cut myself an ugly slice
Twisted me bad

Hollered 'wagon'
Wished my doubtful demons gone
The mirror stared

Breakfast

And now for something completely different...

Come along now, my bready friend
It's time to meet your toasty end
Buttered, jammed and sliced in two
It's a delicious fate that awaits you

I'll wash you down with juice and tea
And banana chunks munched with glee
Then crunchy cereal with creamy milk
And pancakes in a tower built

Oh perhaps I'll have a boiled egg
To dribble yolk on my pyjama leg
But you're the one I love the most
My jammy, buttered mister toast