Nocebo

[Intro: Isamaya Ffrench]

Don’t wait, I’m coming…

Hide your time in me

[George Clark]

Those puzzling limbs…

Bulldozing and bloated with uncertain careless emotion

Childish and grandstanding to humiliate, alienate, make strange this friendship and corrupt contentment

Every wedding a funeral

Birthdays in black

Men living off the bone in red soil...

In difficult phrases, I journaled my love for you

You, sculpture in winter (Casket speech, languid tune)

Virtuous before stampedes of entangled strangers

Droves of people pushing through themselves to see you

Cameras on their necks, shooting wildly

Basking, worshipping, overwhelmed and terrified

Infinite patience, charm, bravado

Full chested, bolstered and cradling depths of grief

You, that only blue, deep, yearning, sobering, forgiving

Slithering on volcanic crumb (A multitude of rainbow rock)

Oleander fields to sprawling nude highways

[Interlude: Isamaya Ffrench]

Don’t wait, I’m coming…

Hide your time in me

[George Clark]

There is sadness in your sincerity and I approach you as daylight in a chaos of cold

I am afraid of harm

Of throwing you from my true character

And from embracing true chance

Away from the married past

All my juvenile misguidance

That which distorts the present

Deep forbidden gloom