The Moth Hunter

“Passe moi le net”
He whispered to me
As we hid umongst the long reeds of the far eastern swampland.

His circular glasses reflected only the fireflies he kept in his nets
And in the jars he had tied to his belt.

He grinned profusely
“Voice un autre”
So I gently blew out the lamp
Then off we went.

Into the frost-bitten, starry night which now echoed with a flutter
Before total darkness.

His net swung above his deerhunter hat
He wrestled and tustled for a while
And in his cold, brown, leather gloves
He held out a pale oak silkmoth the size of his head


The Moth Hunter

Coyote

I walk the night
And kick the dust ‘neath my feet
The moonlight glows through me

Past my cracked
Lips chokes a breathe 
As I gasp silently

Draw the gun
Spin and shoot
Spin put back
That’s the drill

I’ll shoot you down,
I’ll shoot you down

“Way to hit that can” 
He’d chuckle from 
Lets say a bar 
From across the way

“Well come here 
and I’ll shoot you instead”
He’d cackle and spit
And move towards me

The wind stood still
The mountains watched
As I prepared my gun 
And let him run his mouth off

Draw the gun
Spin and shoot
Spin put back
That’s the drill

When I turned
Stood a Coyote in his place
I shot it dead anyway

I cut off the skin
Ate the whole thing raw
The blood from my mouth 
Fell to the floor

And I won’t die


Coyote

An Eternity

I was waiting in line at a fair
The queue felt like it took an eternity
It did take an eternity

I eventually got to the front
The man at the gate was kinda strange looking
I’ve been through an eternity

He had two very long grey mutton chops
Which he had tied underneath his chin in a bow
I was overcharged

The top of the ferris wheel was hidden
By the setting sun which was slowly falling
Into its own pocket of matter

So I just took my seat on the ride
Looked up towards the pink and blue sky
There was hellfire in my eyes

The wheel started to squeak then move
The kid sat next to me was kinda strange looking
Skinny, pale faced and his hood was up

He stared at me with empty eyes
He didn’t breathe, move or even blink at all
It span for an eternity 

And with the gargoyle at the gate 
And deaths cold stare leaning over my shoulder 
I knew it would never end


An Eternity

Queen Bee

Summer

I remember the first time I saw you
Beneath the bleachers
Picking your nose
Wiping it on the pole
I didn't know whether the stadium was applauding you
Or the football game going on between the gaps
I didn't care anyway
I used to look at the stars
But now I look at you
I leaned in close this time
I saw your mirror by the bedside
Your skin as pale as a full moon
In the hot summer sun
Reflecting into my eyes, again

Summer

Little song I wrote. Better with headphones.

With You

Little Lo-Fi jam I made the other day.. Give it a listen and a share if you like it. Good for relaxing to. Might add more to it sometime but this is it for now.

Yet Another

Listen to this loudly. Again, just a demo so let me know what you think!

I stood alone,
And confused.
Although blinded by turned-up dust
Brought by your shrieking tires,
I caught a glimmer of sunlight bouncing from our
Blood-Red Corvette 
As it bombed the open highway.
Leaving only ribbons of grey smoke and dust
Which teased my flared nostrils
And filled my lungs.

I stood alone,
And coughed.
Before peering towards my beaten trunk
Which had been tossed to the side of the road.
I wiped the top clean to reveal the stickers of 
All the places we had been together
Before flipping the locks.
My right cheek gently lifted as
The old case invited the air.
A still beating heart lay inside.
I picked up the blood-filled trunk and looked towards the horizon,
Sniggering to myself as I embraced the stench of burning rubber 
And hit the road.

Blood Red Corvette

Soul Creature

Kevin Mark Phillips

What do you see in me?
How do you feel about me?
Drink my blood and then we'll see
How you feel about me

Hyena, look into my eyes
what do you see inside?
Do you see flesh to rip and pry
or the same chaos reside?

Shrunken heads, let me know
The poisoned blood, will it corrupt my soul
And send me to hell where the spirits belong?
Read my lips and shake my bones

Hyena look into my eyes
What do you see inside?
Do you see flesh to rip and pry
or the same chaos reside?

Hyena will you ready my lips
or will you chew my bones?
The blood drips down my clothes 
but now your eyes are closed.

Hyena

Experimental, electronic and acoustic artist from County Durham.

The Conquered Oak