Michele Adamson Fortean
It's a fortean look gazing out of your eye
emotionless like the crocodile cry
you have beeen touched by the primitive mind
cold blooded yet trying to be kind
I saw you across a thobbing room
wriggling free I move to you
it's getting late my favourite time
can't sleep or eat til I make you mine..."
"I've had enough of you doin' my head
yet I can't get you out of my bed
I feel your eyes burning a hole in me
get your own life! let me be!
I glimpse something flicker in the corner of my eye
horizons are widened and i'm not sure how or why
peeling back the layers of you
trying to unpack this topsy turvy goo.
