Tense reticence, the kiss of limbs

for Hanging’s biggest fan

 

Free and easy

Scattered island red

Poll blood hundred to the dozen

 

The long, elastic tug-of-war of love

 

Forgive me if I did not understand:

Lord, may my faith grow ever stronger

 

A voice cracking on the radio,

Giving some sort of verification

That the static’s home.

 

I know that it’s hard

But if you listen in closely, you can

Almost hear the truth of what

They actually speak.

 

Two souls, with differing minds

And synchronized hearts.

 

Shudehill busker plays jazz

To inexpert ears

 

I love to mix landscapes with verses

Faith celebrates humour

 

When tension strikes

The hand of faith

Pulls you

Back.