Model Town

A coating of confidence
Sinks into the surface
Places foot infront of foot
Faces like walls
Painted with passion
Windowless

A terrace of show-homes,
Hopelessly adored
Cul-de-sac adorned
Lesion of sirens
All speechless

I was in a fashion show last night rapping, and wrote this in rehearsals, as all the pretty girls practiced walking up and down lol. An interesting experience

Trios

Titles freshly painted,
200 lightbulbs,
An expose of pathways,
Debut cuts
All screens and shirt-tails
On a black backdrop
On a black-topped soul,
A solo of space
Expanding on the thought
It once was, round once more
Through smoky rooms
And loose changes.

Light through skin
And those that roll
And those that vibrate
With air and wood and string,
Cause and effect
Reflect and merge
And colour a pavement
Out of streetlight yellow
And rain.
New light clings

Everything breathes at once
Ocean deep, so soon
Beneath the surface

Ivan Scutt

A Cold Station

I wrote her a song
Without a start or an end.
I wrote it in dialogue
So I can pretend
The conversation took place,
And that I saw in her face
A brand new feeling

She had things to tell the ocean
And soon she found herself beside it,
She said she’s not so good at finding words,
But words are not important
    words are not the meaning.
They are vehicles for the unmoving
And brand new feelings.

Pull yourself out of the distance,
our voices carry
Pick a corner of the map,
And we will collide
Wrap your arms around the driftwood,
‘Til we get tangled
And set the wheels in motion,
With all your heart.

Dark against the backdrop
Of long weeks apart
It looks just like a station
But we pass right through the walls
As we talk
        And our footsteps sing
The lines I wrote her, lives ago.
Soon the rhythm stumbles
And we recognise this air we breathe

(Pull yourself out of the distance,
our voices carry
Pick a corner of the map,
And we will collide)

Ivan Scutt

evocative-eloquence:

I need you so much closer

I thought it less like a lake and more like a moat