The magnificent teardrop

Wow! The weather has been amazing this week. It is full of shine! It is tattoos of birds exposed, wings spread to collar bones, talons clutching at ribs, kind of weather.

It's as hot as the girl with black eyeliner who doesn't know you exist.

A few years back Greville and the Tombstones wrote what was the alt-gothic summer anthem of the year. No One Hates Me More Than Me. This recent weather has been the inspiration to write the second great summer alt-gothic anthem.

This is the bangin' boss tune the alt-gothic kids will be drinking to at evening BBQ's and in the Magaluf this summer. Almost certainly. If someone puts a bloc rockin beat to it on a Casio.

This is:

The Magnificent Teardrop

Slipping down the face

Of loss

It becomes grief

Of hurt

It becomes torture

Of God

It becomes a thief

Trailing down a cheek

Of a girl

It becomes glass

Of a boy

It becomes sand

Of youth

A charm in the past

And you know

I see it magnified

In a teardrop

Clear, as a mountaintop

A diamond in the sunrise

Light’s reflection in the night

Falling from the face

Of remorse

It becomes pity

Of regret

Water’s quiet edge

Of faith

It becomes a cage

And you know

I see it magnified

In a teardrop

A focus on your beauty

Cross-hairs track

So slowly

Down wet skin

So gently

Golden angel’s breath

So coldly

On the winter moor