Can my hand be held.

Out the pocket comes a palm full of hopes, lines carved defining the way he copes.

fancy watch on the wrist means doing better than feeling, the reaching hand gropes

honey to bee is a lovely way to describe her attraction, like something off the telly

his hand reaches out of a pocket that's sweaty. that's the pocket man not the palm

A jealous pocket has no lining it goes on forever. a home for one without a lover

a hand held out is the scariest thing ever a cold silence on the busiest street it is

goodbye prison, goodbye jacket, it's october and it's either gonna be real cold or...

and, sliding into first place in the life of this man comes this girl by a country mile

a connection that's perfect: gentle with a grip, a loving squeeze that brings a smile

science can't define love so don't expect any answers on how their hands fit like a glove.

Dinah Washington

laughter's heard as four thick-enough legs go running into the dark. Dinah sings a harmony.

Mad about the boy fingers are gripped onto flesh in the sea.

Dinah's always where Dinah'd be. This bitter earth in the morning with tea

Will it ever cloy? Keeping the walk home in between misery and joy

The tide goes out and four fingers and a thumb grip one arm. Swimming against a force...

Boiling water rises over while still hidden under Budden lyrics "Some people tell me my music is depressin' but best rapper in the world I was destined"

one head bops at six o'clock forgetting a job.

Dinah is where Dinah always was. It was just a case of remembering to search

A million raindrops fall against the suns dying ember. In september. In the rain.

A bad suit gangles to pour to-be PG tips for Dinah just to sip.

Four feet pitter patter to shore. Promise Dinah's where Dinah's always been.

Dinah is in the most romantic rain. When time goes into slow motion. On a hi fi when a relationship gets serious.

inside. quick breaths. Few tears. Laughter again. What a great bookend.

Dinah is where Dinah will always be, the Washington hope is Inside of me.

Glove up.

I taste blood on my teeth

It's my own so tastes similar to defeat

still on my feet but finding it hard

to cope as I'm dangerously close

to the bastard ropes

blows to the head and it's hard

it's hard to take this kind of abuse

the headguard provided is too loose

virtually of no use

I hear the yells of a crowd urging me to fail

they're surprised I haven't fell

but the fight has barely begun!

If i could cry out for someone, I would

but when you're in the ring it's no good

just one on one no outside help will not come

and it's hard when you're on your own

I'm finding it hard fighting this one

the pressure applied is intense i need distance

my jab can see to that if i can

turn him into the corner and get on the attack

but to make the turn itself is hard enough

it's hard when a barrage of fists are in your way

I twist and lean into the punches

but a hook hits so strong my head rings

and though i cursed them before

those ropes are the only thing keeping

me from the floor

i don't know how I can do this

(why- why am I doing this?)

how can the attack keep on

and how does each hit stay so strong?

(for my mother? father? sister?)

and then stepping in comes the referee

(and then it hits so clearly)

giving an early standing count- one, two, three,

(I'm doing this for ME!) four,

I show him my hands are steady

end of the first round

and I can only give more.

the briefest of rests my character

is now going to be put to the test

every attack thrown I turn on it

duck every hook parry every jab

a right hand to the body slows him greatly

my fists become faster than electricity

and i land a blow so grand it hits hard

it's hard to stay up after that perhaps this

battle will turn well but the opponent

charges and pulls hits, grabs

still attacks letting me know

he's still there, well I'm right here

come get me motherfucker

you're tired after two rounds?

I've been fighting for three years!

resting. panting. trainer telling

me to keep on but it's not like he's the one

taking abuse for no particular reason

so much advice given but we all know

when that bell goes I'm forgetting

all I know and trading blow for blow though

my opponent may be stronger and faster

my heart is larger and I will not

become a martyr to hurt tonight

I swear to god I will win this fight.

one for one, round three of three

lets see what this dude can do to stop me

oh fuck.

I'm not that strong no

but i know i can go

so keep a piece of my time show

the world i can still flow

though slow-

-ly i awake in a bed

cluttered with comic books,

an open laptop and

worn out jeans folded badly

knowing this isn't as good as it gets

but hoping it'll get better quickly

you feel me?

To be so.

All my life I’ve tried to be big
Laying the best jokes and delivering the deadliest blows
To the luckiest folks sitting in the very best rows

The only goal I’ve ever had is for the world to know my name
To have it spelled in light bulbs, I’d pay the price of fame
To me, it’s the only thing I’ve ever wanted to claim

But to be with you under these covers, spending the morning
With your gentle soul…
It’s never felt so great to be so supposedly small
If you remember to call my name
The rest of the world could go fuck itself.

Try once.

Like a bulimic

that isn't sick
like a barbarian

who's unequipped
like a boxer
with nothing to hit
like Rooster Cogburn
losing true grit
like a down 'n' out spidey
calling it quits
like taking one from another
making one another number
A home
without a mother
(cold kitchen
microwaveable supper)
It's waking up to discover
you've lost the wonder
That extra something
that made you that extra bit better.
That voice demanding
you to try..... (harder!
)(When that goes your gone)
why do all the talented ones
give up to Inadequacy's son?
(Medi-ocro-teee)
stick the fork in me, dude,
I'm done.

World circle.

It's only natural
after all
even the world
goes in a circle
We
Turn our mistakes
Into traits
Let our
Past become
Our fates

Turn
so many times
to what I thought
was the right way
I've found myself
back where I started
on the first day

Perhaps of turning
towards what I
thought was right
Maybe I should have
turned to what was
Left
Play the cards
I was dealt.

Maybe I should
have asked for 

Help

But instead I'm gonna
Turn

Turn my back
Walkthrough my tears
Pretend I'm on the right
Track
Even though
The ones I love
Are calling me
Back
I'm gonna
Pretend they
Don't mean
Jack