Her name was Mabel Cross
And she smoked cigarettes
Grey bloomed between her lips
And bruises wore her neck

She smiled at me once
When I was in the dinner line
And I spent three days replaying it
In the cinema of my mind

She kissed me there, in the real one
Halfway through the matinee
It was the saddest war film
We got heckled to behave

She made romance in the silly things
And love in every room
We fucked everywhere in her house
And on the grass below the moon

My baby, Mabel
I still think about you, hope you know
My darling, Mabel
Why oh wow did you tell me to go?

She kissed me in the falling dark
With sand beneath our legs
I had on all my finery
Dress pressed and lipstick red

We tasted salt of open sea
And breeze tousled her locks
We spent the night under the sky
Collecting shells and rocks

She led me to the ocean
It was cold and froze my legs
She told me she would warm me up
But then kissed me instead.

I told her she’s my darling
And she said she loved me too
Perhaps that’s what this ‘being’ means
No one else, the world, and you.


My baby, Mabel
I got your text just thought I’d let you know
My darling, Mabel
I’m in my car, to meet you I go


[Wow I managed to write a song that wasn’t about a subject matter entirely horrendous. Unrequited love is more conventional, at least]

There are words between my lips
Words that I dare not say
I think of love and years
Of recalling yesterday.

I may be foolish but not stupid
Yes I fell in love with a ghost
I’ll try and purge you from my memory
Yes I’ll do my utmost.

Maybe that’s what sets me apart
From all the other guys
Who slept with you one winter day
And fell in love with your eyes.

They didn’t look away quick enough
They fell into a trance
And thought Heidi’s really lovely
I’m sure she’ll give me a chance.

No, me I know your power
I was out the door that night
I thought about you as I crossed the road
At the green traffic lights

You make my mind so silly
And you make my heart cry loud
But I know that it is fruitless
I’m just another in a crowd.

There are realms of guys who love you
In every town and every place
That you’ve ever graced your presence
In silken skirts, lipstick and lace

I’m really not that special
I’m mediocrity at best
Unexceptional to you
Yes I’ll fade into the rest.

Some days I think about you
If you’re cov’ring something up
That’s why you pick up people put them down
Like we put down coffee cups

Is there a hole inside your ribcage?
Where a broken heart does beat?
And a voice in your head that tells you
To throw yourself a thousand feet

I may not be as pretty
Or have the same way to cope
But Heidi please just listen
Just know you’re not alone

You deserve a nicer world
And you deserve a kinder mind
An inside voice as lovely
As the one you use outside.

I don’t expect one thing from you
Not a smile not a kiss
Oh I just want you better
You’d be terrible to miss.

Summer Wine

A line of kisses down my front,
The stitching from my head to heart,
Where you live amongst the scarlet,
As if I knew you from the start.

Your skin’s the shade of fresh milk,
The top – the froth beneath the lid,
Spoiled, with bruises like,
The fruit the farm hands hid.

If your neck is peach your hair is lemons,
Squeezed for the finest lemonade,
Tart – not bitter – the colour of summer,
For dizzy dreams beneath the shade.

I lay beside the fallen trunk,
Delirious from pollen and drunk on wine,
I’m in heaven when I’m here with you,
Wishing for a stretching, endless time.

But your eyes flutter open, widen still,
Push willow leaves behind your ear,
I’m sorry, I really should get going
Into the evening light you disappear.

Our Epic

Rest easy my darling
Let the earth part ways for you
Like the Red Sea or Galilee
And the storm you’re working through.

Don’t look to angry rain clouds
I’ll be your shelter if you ask
The sturdy trunk of an oak tree
From a time that’s come to pass.

Let my arms hold you like branches
Like the boughs of blossom bare
And lush green leaves and berries please
The smell of Autumn there.

I’ll stay with you through rainfall
And every storm of spring
I’ll stay through scorch and desert heat
Hardship, years, everything.

There’s a light at the end of the tunnel
So watch your step and mind the glass
I’ll hold your hand along the way
These times will come to pass.

We will one day reach an opening
And sun will simmer on your skin
We’ll sob into each others arms
We made it oh we made it

Missing Keys

The shadows are long this evening,
Longer than the space between breaths,
Sat beside you I may be,
But dying a lonely death.

Cursing the air between us,
My body is crying out for you,
Hopeful and hopeless and aching,
But I doubt that you are too.

We are bursting with history,
But our memories are gathering dust,
Fraying at the edges,
I must move on I must.

You were the key to the cage of my heart,
You meant more than I let on,
It hurts more, knowing what I had,
To accept that now it’s gone.

Yes, maybe I’m the villain,
In this broken state of things,
Maybe I deserve it,
The pain that this all brings.

I never told you what you meant,
But I think that now I see,
I curse my past and present self,
You deserved so much more than me.

Worlds have changed between us,
Upon your hand a ring,
You were the fairest maiden,
And I the bastard King.

There’s an empty space inside me now,
You were my missing puzzle piece,
I get into bed like my covers a coffin,
And still, I lay, deceased.

The Dying Light of Dusk

My love’s face glows ephemeral,
in the dying light of dusk,
I breathe in breeze and forest air,
and your scent of soap and musk.

I’m intoxicated by your sight,
drunk on attention from you.
You say my hair’s the shade of sunset,
‘And just as pretty too.’

I don’t know who pulls the strings,
of the hanging stars of night,
but one day they blessed me
with my darling and my light.

And so I sit beside you,
hold you closer, closer yet,
and if I kiss you long enough,
perhaps I won’t forget.

I won’t forget what it feels like
– to have, to hold, to be –
orange breathes into the heavens above,
and the heaven sitting beside me.

My head’s at home in the crook of your neck,
two pieces clicking into place,
I feel fingertips at my chin,
my darling’s hands to my face.

My breathing stutters as you tilt me up,
and take my lips in yours.
You’re sticky with my staccato breath,
my baby I adore.

You lull me into slumber,
‘A crescent tonight,’ you say with a sigh.
I’m rich with love and comfort,
a crown for the King of Versailles.

I whisper sweet words in your ear,
‘I know sweetheart, I love you too,’
I press a kiss to pretty lips,
and thank the stars that made you.