Metronomy – The look

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On the tube – TB

On the tube. He checked before he left If he’d laid an egg. On the tube. She’d held her nose Because she didn’t have a peg. On the tube His nose boiled like a kettle. On the tube She understood that they’d met before. On the tube he stepped over bodies that had been there […]
Three Stars – TB

Three stars on her wrist For all the ones she has kissed For all the sweethearts she has missed For all the pretty boys she’s dissed. Three stars on her arm When she turns her palm Three stars but not a one Not a single one For me.
Two days late – TB

No wonder I’m late, This clock is more than two days slow. The strain of life is now beginning to show. I think you aged during the prolonged wait. And now it’s three years that I owe you in unpaid rent. I went to bed listening to Bach’s unwritten symphonies. I awoke in a stairwell […]
Set the night on fire
Face paint – TB

See the lady over there, She’s dressing her face. It’s not to look pretty, It’s not for the chase. Shadow to the eyes, Blood red to the lips, Powder to the cheeks, Iced blue finger tips. See the lady over there, She’s dressing her face. It’s not to look pretty, It’s not for the chase. […]