Excerpts from Metal Defector
A mega bucket
Borrowed from Tesco
Sunblushed Scots enter
Counting pockets
HE’S A SMUGGLER
Shouted from either side of the bed
Ripped open mouths from which
Eyeballs protrude
POP POP POP
POP IT WITH THE UMBRELLA
Black crayon rubbed all over
Scratched
Revealing
Top and tail
Skin peeling
Heavy Breathing
Falling asleep
First
Part 1
Sacred cats scarred with blue eyes.
Small flowers tangled between the hairs of my leg
Shiny bodies
Always thinking of what happened before
Aztec insects smooching
Your backbone is me
Sitting on a balcony
In Berlin
Leather man with a fan
Toilet attendant
“Hurry up everyone's gotta do their drugs too”
I watched him leave but he was still in front of me
The only thing stopping me is…
Two duelling butterflies
Trying to work it all out is as futile as a moth trying to get to the moon
A casual interaction
Places = Mist
Fictitious to those who never saw
All for one and one for
All?
When we run our fingers across the railings
Does it make us feel like someone else is there?
Metal = Contact = Something
Part 2
14th of April on the 8th of July
The final countdown in an airport bar
Thinking of someone
Weird
Not used to feeling like this
Mind stuck in flashback mode
15 mile walk across Brandenburg
Centre to exit
Taking it
Even though you are fully aware that it is damaging you.
Scrubland surrounding potential
Escape
The hinterland where the gypsies live
Drooling at the thought of a travel lodge
Full on serotonin depletion
Getting the fear
Trembling through security
Got the fear
Falling in love a little bit
Getting the fear
Got the fear
Holding hands in the back of a cream coloured taxi
Turkish eyes dart down the central mirror
Disapproving look
Coupled with
Disappearing luck
Two
Double D’s
Your head on my shoulder
You place my arm around your neck
Gentile warts
Status Quo
They announce the gate has opened
Leaving again
Natürlich
Part 3
Mistaking an ’S’ for an eel along Waltersdorfer
Intertwined in a barrel and
Sprawled across a single bed in an unfurnished room
Two hung up to smoke
A future Tomb
Aware of your size and my severed tongue
Disco injury inside the cave of little communication
“Turning up out of the blue”
Fuck
Wish i could stay a little longer with you
Your lips are quite plump for a thin boy
Or maybe that was the ecstasy
Double dropping as the arrow inflicts a serious wound
Storm clouds over Europe
A turbulent return to nothing
A lesbian with the upper hand
Maybe the two of us are just gentile warts?
The retina scanner refused to work as we had consumed too much
Eyes shudder infrequently
Double flesh over sheetless beds
Swapping glasses so i can see the world like you do!
I found your tobacco in my pocket.
You didn’t text me back :(