Friday, 15 September 2006


This is where we fall from the trees
This is where the sky covers us
Daft killer of joy
You made a man out of me
And this is where the glass leaves the lens
Splintering a chemistry of friends
I'll treasure you always
You know I love you
And this is where we wake in the ditch
This is where our bodies sing no more
Fallen apples on the floor
Pecked at by redwings
So pour another whisky out for me
It'll be the last bottle we share
As I drift into nowhere
Know that I loved you


  1. Youre right. It is a label. What good is a label on a door which leads to nowhere?

  2. "At first light, redwing leave the roost discreetly, alone or in small parties, pausing frequently on the way to feeding grounds...
    Redwing are among the least robust of thrushes and vulnerable to mass mortality when overcome by cold spells. If no berries remain, having been stripped earlier by blackbirds and mistle thrushes, they perish."



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