Kieran Callaghan

***THE SIREN & THE DRUNKEN LADY*** Boundless is that journey to the stars, bordered is that notion of love. The sex and passion, yet rarely on the same tide, distorted through a prism, your light, your promise. Split and layed, all colours in the hue, divided and different is the muse. This siren sings to me now, and she an open gown, draped all over, flesh and cloth, she bekons me, but not to drown. Alone she sings to me, harmonious and soft tone, unlike your empty keg filled drone. ************************************************************ *The Colour of Shape*Intentionaly and completly free, you choose a motion, the ringing in the ears is your damaging notion, devotion has a long way to go.Incrediably a pedigree and far from a savior, we can't much take of your behavior, flavor is what it lacks.Maliable and platiable but unrightious to taste, knocking things down you move in haste waste is left in the wake.Electiable, ecleptable and all sinking in you comfortably and silently begin tin lines your heart.Stable and able with your expensive pelt your so good at showing the cards your delt it felt so self absorbing.Chastity your tradgity, hide on the heath we can hear you, your chattering teeth, belief is but a falling leaf.