It is my belief that artists and other exquisite eccentrics are slightly out of sync with the so called ‘real’ world, they simply vibrate differently. I call this the THRUM

‘’To be here, there and everywhere’s fine
But do you have to be so swift all the time?
Deliver the dawn to the Moulin Rouge on the horizon
Watch it tumbling down, tumbling down’’ Cockney Rebel

A diabetic finds a single liquorice all-sort in the centre of a huge white plate
Action movie with the sound turned down playing on screens above the dance-floor
Running through a snow storm, warm beneath two layers of clothes
The sound within the sound there deep at the core of the machine
50s doo wop sliding from sensual to rock and roll frantic

I welcome the disturbance
Invented, then re-created,
Then debated, then dismissed,
Then discovered for the 16th time

I will try follow where your mind leads me
If you would swing this waltz with me
Slow motion against the speed of the Dead Kennedys
Anticipation of caramel flavoured brain freeze

A private audio clip, was 1st a thought, then a memory,
Then a shock, then an outrage, then a quiet admission,
A crush, a blush, elegant warmth
Fingers entangled as we rush towards the sunset
Letting go we find the welcoming dawn
The sun shoots around the sky, the earth shoots around the sun
Stop motion, flicker fast, time lapse terrific

You said ‘welcome to my chaos ’
Could have sworn you were dreaming
And I was drinking coffee, barely there, barely awake
And the words come tumbling out, some hit the page
Some fall just out of reach, but I hear them giggling, breathless

On the best day
We cannot overload the arrangement; we are a perfect Sufjan Song
We are cinema
We are the soundtrack to a wasted man’s hope
We are a child waiting for Christmas day
We are dropped plates and shattered crystal
We are always 20 seconds before the alarm goes off

We are that final thrum
In that Kate Bush tune.