Shuffle The Stone In Your Boot

Rally
 In this space 

AND REJOICE 

Come back to what you know

Run from what you don’t 

ROAM THESE PARTS 

Right side of the horses pond

Wrong end of the snakey path 

To live and die here
 Has always been a fine idea 

BELONG 

Beyond the smoke of the pet crematorium

Alone at night on hospital hill 

HAPPY NERVOUS 

The smell of your absence
 The sun comes up
 The sun goes down
 Dusk on the kink where they nearly killed Kingsbury 

Our pageantry 

No matter the mode
 The story changes every time it’s told 

The heavens open as we hit the road 

A sense that never depletes
 An unwritten language
 Dark entries among spirits and ghosts 

From here to the coast 

So we don’t 

After sleeping soundly our bearings unrust
 A spiderweb floats as if plucked from a dream 

These things
 These things on repeat 

Cheap booze Cheap weed 

Moon Safari All I need 

BEST KEPT VILLAGE ‘93 

Catch a ride across the fens to the dens where peyote sits proud in big bags on the table
 In the rich stench of manure and insecticide looms an old present all set to derail 

It is what it is and you know
 New versus old
 Where people dissolve like salt on a stove 

Back into the soil 

Sat in cold block boxes smothered in posters
 A gloss paper patchwork of American showboaters and multiplex-cinema goers-top-ten-tinseltown-posers 

Walk the river till you shiver
 Watch the waterway split along quarried land 

See the same land change for no reason
 We can’t lose the feeling
 Love floats on your breath
 so breathe 

DEEP