When it breaks.

I dreamt of you. God, how strange, to dream of someone like you. It's been years since I've transcended from a dream into another dream, and carried it on with someone else as well. You stand, 5 " 5, red coat, brown duffel bag, black floral tights and a pair of dolly shoes. Red hair as well. It's cut, jagged but styled.

So there you were, standing in an airport terminal, surrounded by people and noises, yet still you remain alone. Just there, knowing that you'll see someone soon, and you'll be going away from it all to somewhere far and wide.

Now, I ask myself nothing, I just do. I walk towards you, grab your hand, and you grab mine. We run, hearing echoes of whistles of fat security guards, their boots treading the ground hard, whilst your dolly shoes and my Vans fly.

We're nearly there, ready to board and depart, just waiting to leave this dream, and enter the timezone of another. You don't know why but you laugh constantly, and I follow suit. We don't know each other at all, but we know we want to run.

So, we board the plane, but it's a shell of a plane and a doorway to another world. A land of autumn. Leaves of Japanese blossom trees all shed their bodies and fall to the ground as we do too. The whole crew is sitting on the concrete floor as we look around us. A forest of blossom trees all performing for us.

I close my eyes and know you do too. Tighter grip on your hand, we descend further, and land onto a road, and you open your eyes. You can vaguely hear some television in the background but ignore it. Instead, you pirouette as I spin your elegance a few rotations, back and forth, giggling away and smiling.

"Come on. Let's go," you say. I follow. "Ok, Levee."

"Levee, not Levee."

I won't make the mistake again, as we walk through and past all these abandoned apartments. We sight your favourite restaurant, and we enter the Chinese place. You find a place to sit and light a cigarette. I find out I've been chain smoking. A hell of a lot it seems, the cough I've got is quite a wheezy one.

But I order, and you sit there, elegance defined. Your smile hides a wink, and then reveals it, and I knew that as the phone rang in my pocket, the dream was over.

Line after line.

She finds the times
To tear a hole in our life
And make my words seem sublime
Now there's a line where they arrive.

It's hard to understand the line
When you see so many drift by
Holding onto dignity so fine
Until you let go of it and fly.

Godforsaken yet always sublime
Hard to the skin yet so soft to the mind
A certain ease she slips into time
Cushion the thought now, its not so blind.

words

as i traipsed around the whole of portsmouth drunken and carrying my kens chicken i notice how dumb it looks the landscape the scenery the drunk lads on the drunk slags and all those cabs waiting to rape your money away acting dumb and naive wasting ten pound notes whilst you try to direct your way home its such a joke now you think why the fuck did i spend that cash on chicken it tastes so shit but i like it and i feel like drinking more but shes here and she wasnt here for chicken shes here for someone me i dont know but i want it now the food is so warm and also the cab is and i want to get out now and sleep eat or fuck but theres nothing to do right now except wait and lights are bright they seem so bright so loving and harsh as well jager bombs wow so many jager bombs the trains sound themselves here like klaxons and warnings so loud like an explosion why am i here i dont get it anymore am i drunk carried away or just wasted so wasted talent gone to a tack a hack i need something calm a cup of tea id kill a man a dog a tree for a cuppa now why do i wait so long for all this im home shes here shes looking for somthing to get out but she tags hands hold and food is eaten doors open we assemble out its cold but warm and food is warmer and drinks are drunk we are upstairs lights on off now touch and sleep.