belong?
such deepness in one so young,
childhood rusts over meandered
playgrounds, feelings almost fresh chrome
so rooted yet yearning beckons on
beckons him pausing for speedier happening
roads that unravel cleverly, sorrowful others
down crooked futures, left by the yard of
quiet sails and reached for buildings
past fragile glass morals, lovers liquid eyed
careful of another suitor’s nets, fish guts
where numerous gulls harass
a perfume from the ocean’s vomit
“chase me” says a girl’s unplayed eyes,
ignore the harbour's scurry
continue on by the butchers red creased
sacrifices, over footprint splashed cobbles
squabble boys amongst their satchels, and
the crows have banter in the eaves
sleep weakens against so hooligan a beak,
too many folk are already tombstones
air soaked noise rinsed with
sea flavours, calling from the sea unsolved
wall where graffiti wrote years ago abused
him, a penknife cut thru’ shyness
there are echoes of reminding
a protein yearning, and a six foot
thug stood like an oak with
terrorism for a warning
remember the rib that was pummeled
where the head was hit with
countless hands, there was a tornado
in that man that day that shouted blood
did yearning difference offend? the clot
of gulls then are same as they knot
in the pigmented overalls of sky now,
would if found again thrown against concrete shoulders?
there’s that garden of over wrought fingers
an ache of boughs rummaging,
the swing that was hanging from the
clouds, so i was magically told
all splinters and rotten rope like
lazy snakes lie, where the queasy flights
of wasps drunk on plums chased,
it’s all of my yesterdays fading
beckons, here were the clues
squandered and hid, an oyster
crammed with secrets, so much so
that i never lived
beside thistle bend
clothes were left rained upon,
nudity thoroughly beaten
applauded by social execution
smashed where fear would
have us meet by stealth
by quiet undisturbed guessing
a head full horizon of bruising
kissed stamens from secret trousers
felt the underpass to a mouth,
wary always of bramble bullying
and judgemental sharing
moonlight traitors
we go unseen
home where the shadows are fully grown
sets root against root, which thirst is to wither?
nude hidden arses and full frontal gazes
lust is coded all evidence quickly erases
just empty magazines
and bodily forensic traces
why do feelings kill one another?
how many have quartz fathers
and collapsible mothers?
to the floor like a pink stained sniper
outcast amongst his own
ironic ‘cos i’m the heir to your bones
it’s what you shot from your scrotum,
this love finds a way of always choking
separate kisses exist nowhere else
can’t stay too long by this
awkward house painted peeling
the colour of dying grasses, an
arrogant lawn where childhood coalesced pretend romances
passing the devil with idle most hands
who sold out souls for anyone,
down darkening meanders and nightly imposters
farther from that written sniggering sea wall
fish fumes sparkle and brine like gin
thru’ the sun’s sparseness a yellow flare,
watches from another lane the trawlers crawl
small heartbeats on grey inflicted journeys
an apt silence returning
so turn away
hurt
grey occasionals are frost wealth's nowadays
a separate life from feeling, occasional staring lose
their selves thru’ and upon the ink inflicted ceiling,
across the wind swollen metal beaten bay
balancing in the lungs stiff yachts slide
the greasy ill at ease waters,
watching lifeless flatlines obey heartbeats given
in slivers comes eyelid rainfall
i’m where but a road going charcoal under,
near to an inverted swallow
undo the peaks that were worthwhile,
this journey wasn’t as indicated,
were beige pills this meant?
when everywhere wants to unfurl neon wide
noise, i need the sea to curl inwards
where the blows are less harsh and infrequent
into a seed’s burial longing that no
touches come that near, this was where
the attack struck thunder harsh hurt
bliss so sweetly anointed off fingers onto lips
it’s painful to think the moment
before sunbeams were tipped into the abyss
and memories to wither off the bough
until sour and dismantled
colourfully-glister-eyed a clone of one another
synchronised every petal every whirring electron
this lightning could go on,
sex intense nectar hot voltage, no tumult but
raw sighs and aimed slick bullets
gypsum melts from visible muscular landscapes
laughing at the bones to some old joke
whittling it to make it unfunny
yet laughing again whilst trying to be upright from the floor
sipping each interlude and one another’s warmth
that clock of insufferable ticks long since dead
tired of it’s misaligned shudder,
seconds, millennia to fill the days with,
the stretching of inflexible minutes lead to burden
hours of such empty acres of time to defend
resolve to bury but surfaces will
not deepen themselves into blind anchors
and refuse such gulping fathoms,
so pain is red petrol blossoms igniting thru’ out hair
blindfolds sense to outside happening
loose windows groan against glistening
and refract eye-tear-scorched,
if thoughts were sculptures
destroy with bodily harm,
be the next winter of yourself
disfigure and repeat upon every limb
always reducing, disintegrating
but the archives have energised pigments
fragments of an entire walked horizon,
synapse phantoms reveal their jagged selves then clandestine gone
how can you murder what cannot be seen
then reappears before vanishing?
night is most hollow
where now does this
lonely echo follow?
probably nowhere
but sat or stood
observing nothing, no one
beyond
slumps into a hand painted rocking chair
swear words and groans, itself old and begrudging
woodworm beware !!!
surveys the rotted realm
a tired oak blown
decrepit orchard fallen
fruit smells from
ghostly ripe corpses,
gone have the cider trees
or was it damson or plums
or sloes !
wayward nettles, scheming brambles
unkempt twine
innards and cogs
senile rust crumbles
discarded wireless, strangled netting
pretend spiders,
dismantled limbs muttered over crouched with moss
caressing hyphae beneath fungal adoring spore
decays the youth yearned for,
gone are the summer leafed kingdoms
those plentifuls now sparse
now hooligan grasses the trees once loved
ruins within his irises seep,
magpie thugs trounce the battered branches,
over there thru’ stagnant hair
reminded of fawned over maidens
and their nectar churned skirts,
of handsome squires raucous bees pose
under assertive lids
chase their would be companions
thru’ the early violets stretching purples by
cosseted hedges
then mirror of fragile liquid collapses
with it shells of barely wandered echoes,
want to roam? you’ll have to inch further,
sensual screaming from hedgerow larders
men now ripped from childhood tethers
all seething done now into stillness
so many a hip straddled with soggy flames,
as if the fox got the chicken coop
reflection changes
a pond without a sky,
“i am not that man in stiffened britches”
the nib does not succeed with correct ink
and meant for the wrong kind of page,
yet by the hay shovel where a rook often
occupied, he is stooped with a spade
shirtless and glistened dew-
inspired slides waist down
where gazing can only anticipate
oh furnaces that become the bed
a fever of flies, ingots scorching, brooding
sliding thru’ blood, imagine him, magical
shivers stand on static ends,
wet with words that cannot be spoken
secrets of silences have been woken,
insatiable murmuring waters that
could task a waterwheel to spin
even the air you had walked thru’
becomes a possession
if the world was less judgemental jagged
if brothers could share more than
the same snow proud sheets
if,
i would have openly woven your fingers
thru’ mine, met where shadows
no longer pursue,
come share the moon wild floor
where once the burst apples and berries
lay
let those moonshine struggles stain
towards one another glimpse
exchanging twilight beneath it’s dusk trinket
or manly rinse,
one such fellow “drysdale”
swooned among the secret toothed ivy
wishing for what was unlikely
to grace the pollen deeps with,
so many gazes, a labyrinth why not straighten?
these laden muscles held tempests
held closer worlds hid by so crooked a shade,
declare blushes
there among the careful blossoms
and phantom snowdrop stems
softly
expires breathlessness
mud stained trousers where girls usually hitch to,
rich wide laughter
beneath a lark’s sodden verse where really
an old crow squats
watchful under it’s night shawl,
that churches bell forbidden not forgiveness
and hunt for sin thru’ out the mucky ditches,
bring out the scythes to cut their mouths out,
and the trees in stance, tremble alarming shudder
“drysdale” he breathed
like a warming wave breaks inland
but scared of not returning, offers to flee back
to those manly overcoats that sightly everyone
sees,
comes the soot locusts soon with jowls
of heavy jawed wolves, books of
fire in left scorched hands,
and the urge of prowled interrupted foliage is
to run, or be barbed by the
preaching militia
evening unfurls mist astride the man that
was meant for but glistens against
the retina, molecule bright tides
return me to now and the photograph is
empty,
and the porch skeleton chair moans upon
metres of unreconciled sadness
and moths flit on constant suicidal missions,
almost tasting the orchard’s ghost, electrifying ozone atoms
almost he could be that entangle of moon oppressed beams
that dream would glow after unkind years have agonised
and woven steel assertive webs, taken from my keen grasp
remembers him always thru’ out the year long wasps,
here emptiness lies everywhere hollowed
in drained coffee cups and forgotten fruit bowls
draped smudges across windows, and wintry lanes thru’ out
dead picture frames,
where shall silence next wander?
meanders upon the stood still clock
it’s pulse of cogs manacled in antique arthritis
sips nothing from the unfilled glass
admires the charcoal deepening scarves succumbing spires
suits merge their suburb wreathes into seeable bruises,
supposes king of night deafens sunlight
to far off unlistenable traffic, i’m all about subdued birdsong daily,
static gnats wired upon silver dinner plates
not forest guzzler nor applauding branch appendage,
great anarchic oceans
sweep the blood’s anaemic pulse
constellations quietly grip
where torn desire rips,
others untouched burdens greying
below secret soil
and dials of broken sun
beyond the sighed gleam less river
“release me” he trembles
like starling tied in string,
above ground
creaks wood painted holler
to and fro the tree balancer goes
watching the horizon ritually burn
thinks always him
without sky aimless is a bird
without thought minds are disconnected ether
yield before love and be without breath
like gold enthralled phoenix bows before a blackbird,
humble i in chains of airlessness, a resounding vacuum,
eclipsed words hides darkened estates
where do you bleed?
an heirloom into dust shaken memories,
and it truly aches
unloved
somewhere else is happening with smiles
and everywhere overdosed with sunbeams,
“here is my heart for you to scratch open”
like someone eager opening a present
to find the box was always empty
broken flowers, rain encouraged eyelashes,
people always fade
erased from painful pages,
feel what loneliness brings
thru’ that dark accepting door
stood in crow gone field
of vanished wheat
or stranded on sharp resembling shores
far from bright hot kissed caresses
no dream can thicken from such lonely wishes
thinks
“why does no one love me here?”
thinks
“why don’t fingerprints stray in there?”
backwards thru’ childhood fragments
it took one splinter then
now frequent shards to make a man from adolescent ruin
thinks yearning,
attraction wants to broaden
“come align my unseen buds with snow affected liquids”
have me dissolve and reunited thru’ out some other’s blood
think of gleamed groaned surfaces
wanting sliver suited skaters to drown
to lie strewn among pubic bones
to swallow any weather offered
but the bed is refused and everything eroded
people are presents waiting for hearts
to be scathed open,
sometimes together, sometimes severed
anyone can guillotine heaven
anyone can assume a weapon
in corners curdled
silk descending larders,
beneath lounge grope of spiders
the feeling of being discarded
shrouded by shelves
and cried woken strands
such daggers
have piercing little hands
burial of romances
a love note scrawled
in skeleton clothes
“here is my boxed body scraped open”
for anyone to gather
for the rain of silence to adhere over
dandelion head blown
every thought has gone
now which emptiness to lie with or on?
all around
from anywhere from under from upside down
turn backwards swallow all around to be this near
so far from what is cold and ivy pulled and bone
pursuing false skies for all those drowned
or nearly gleamed
or lonely scared everywhere
fountains dry ashes or yesterday’s ruined magic
pretend heard splashes raining from eyelids and drab arms,
a swarm cold bees wanting out from honey addiction
mouths yearn affection but buds are not for chemical attraction
so take the sky down and reduce the lung’s mountain
corpses lie old on stared out beds dream wasteful and lifelong eroding
but wanting is an encore an energy of dark rotating atoms
talkative vibrations, a rhythm of roots from under floorboards draining,
taking, waking into more reclined states, cocoon lengthening
it’s spherical dead spaces, sleep here for decades and don’t decipher,
there is only restraining and bright subdued collars
uncurl downwards slow slopes ached with dew
my cloud head upon handsome cheek of strewn moss beards
knowing the lust i want is distant but oh millimetres near
so often wishes are made so real they add fleshes and
indigo startle thru’ out blood-gazed-blindfolds
dissolved anchors and overwhelmed hearts in molasses
snare your lips against mine, drink the nude sky in
pearl offensive riots and all things sickly shimmering,
we move the way of sinew happy snakes
or dark arrowed larks, silver keeping ripples reflect
torso’s and ether mad breathes,
sparks deny nerves their endings
electric roads electrocute with sweat and drench
with buckled knee blossoms until your tree
is fully shaken
you around me grow gathered skin halo, held to
the ground’s thumbprints
where past seeds were meant but not remembered well
here all ghosts slumber fitful in their reduced thunders,
you are the cause of glowing
a reward of thin sighs but gossamer steep are always breaking,
want this night to continue until daytime charcoal
and sunrise ends every room,
upon me around me surrounds me
everywhere
vow
offered yourself
circled your soul
thru’ mine,
commit to this sigh
and line my lungs
with broken exhales,
placed rain
thru’ out my tangled sea
made me into land
became your kingdom,
entwine me
thru’ out a promise
wandered your thorough dewdrops
forgetting the sun’s strew
for all the sunbeams i am needing
i’m so full of gleaming here
never forsaken
by you am taken
blurred myself
cannot separate ourselves
repeating symmetry mirror-mind-
blood-trees in synchronicity
a twin of repetition,
am doubled over with twice your thinking
my feeling glows under your eyelids
intertwine swaying senses, honeysuckle bent backs
interlock the knot of the conjugal stem
there are always ways to crack
find anchors to keep us drowned,
to find lifetimes were only dreamt
this is how yesterday broke
birds fell from ceilings, seismic trains thru’ out veins
made men topple, began a throe
skyscrapers bend throw their windows to the ground,
watched someone take to your mouth
felt the clocks shake
floors removes themselves
fell like an elevator
two hundred floors later,
this is how yesterday shattered
a balloon punched, a child taken from their smile
circle him
with refused kisses
circle him
your own suffocation,
rainbows already malfunction
disconnect from the soar that
took heaven over,
full of someone else’s endings,
thought the circle intact?
but the comet crashed
the buildings that ghosted our beginnings smashed,
i’ll collapse anyone approaching
expire yourself
divide your soul
from mine,
discard my sigh’s soft burden
and taken from my lungs
every airless moment,
erase entanglement
turn seas into aliquots
and withdrawing portions,
unmake the land where i made cobwebs from,
un-entwine me
like stubborn sobbing ivy
renew myself
a deep mirror’s connection
my loneliest location,
circles are only meant for breaking
torn
thought this a rainbow surpassed
sexual spires push thru’ sunbeams higher,
this cathedral of dishonest glass
refractive beds make mercury dimmer
in doing thinkable kisses made reality thinner
this rainbow stiffened in aneurysm then cracked
collapsed birds and bayonets shrapnel self distorted
murderer
where has your shadow been?
down womanly throats?
into stinking hips or
up the anchors of men?
sacrificial asses, somewhere to wipe your illnesses,
how many copies of you are there?
mine was fake half bland randomised affection,
what secrets beneath unstirred eyes possess?
who did you grease the trousers to last night?
who opened? was it on the stairs or on the blood red sofa?
thought this crackled rainbow would outlast the forfeits of another
that bonds would discolour themselves stronger but
wrongness is in every expletive breath
defying head thru’ rooted forgiveness
my ostrich-sand-into-under mantra,
sheets ate cold skin but colder when you close in
breaking the imperfect rainbow i built
so this is
everywhere anchorless,
nowhere knowingly, together but lonely
dreamlessness
you have taken me places,
mounted me pin thru’ a bug
everywhere my surveillance is a thumb
censored and
going wrong
days are broke,
chloroformed noise attempts sad
wires inside the head’s disconnection,
trees needle the inflicted horizon
stood cranes rust,
pools of people swarm each other,
we are where silence sacrifices
it took the clock to fall
disappeared two years
what for? a dilution of me?
yours is a want to infect others
carbon clone of seeds, everyone wants navigating
seeking passages where no one’s been,
counterfeit your own polished tooth-shark-loose-smile
the day is a sty of dusk
another grimace of hourlys pass
into a fresh hearse abandoned month,
opaque becomes unclear windows
a cataract of diseased romances,
there are spheres of black dividing energies
building absurd planets within the blade’s stab
lacerate it with cuts
excise broke sperm out from damage
each decisive writhe have it choked,
this icarus love, hewn stone
cleaved from hurt
wounded are entire constellations
beneath medicated eyelids
my subconscious doppelganger
septic sea of fingered touches
sweep inland it’s rapist crouches
making everything more wrecked
maroons this corpse in a stale bed
staring towards entirety of the deep
enough ceiling,
rending
hades well
today felt radar’s prying
scathing for details kept concealed,
sprawled upon the moonbeam
inspired bed it’s where i often
fled for dreams to drown me underneath
like persevering handprints
divided upon the edge of
eyelids, the moment i knew my
body did ring this body into
startled awakening
sour sundrops and sunlit
unheard splashes, a blur
of distinct fearfulness,
detached rainbows in
fragment flashes, the
bored bland room it’s
crayon bad art gasps, the
world and it’s spiteful
window, hid behind blue
muesli curtains, insert
begrudging images there
always inch a further inch more
twine me thru’ entirely him
felt sore wasp endings
eons waiting the telephone’s announcing
you shiver me with impatience, i
would collapse sleep into staring
fathoms i have fallen
not quite enough by
it’s fur mouthed dark
so subdue more by
a throat that wants
to claim that voltage
to words before spoken,
balancing the needle’s
tiniest spire quite drunk
it’s clear fumes muddy
the canyons i stare up
from, covered in pretend
kisses
forevers can be insistent weathers
an ultimatum finally by the
doorbell’s vocal admission, there
stands him like a handsome
rook or castle with purposeful
shoulders, do i encode your
glance? come cuckoo come in
i, in ribcage found myself erased
ten years there i remained,
strung, handcuffed the length of illusion,
that glow, the promise that shone, utterly gone
i used to turn facing you
dedicated, brimming fortune’s sigh,
how fondly we could have immersed in
touches, but the internet had too many
other sucks, may as well speak sense into being struck
remember that gleaming from
eye-less-ness, like throwing coins
into the abyss, it’s swallow wanting
more and more and more, still swallowing aren’t you?
i thought your eyes cast spells
to put the world to rights, i now
wish your eyes were pages
your eyelids i’d turn until your death
wishing was damaged thinking i knew
for whenever i left him like winter
leaves exhausted, foolish heartache
slovenly grew, a further nourished gruesome root
watched the walls turn slow ink
felt the irises to your eyesight
shrink, like an uncaring sniper
like a careful spider
entwined limbs and imprints
suffocated wrists, your asleep
head is when freedom soothed,
your body always across me
makes it
oh so too difficult
to move
with any breath at all
imperfect ode
is this a gallows
a shrinking place?
i found myself so
shrunken i compete
with insecure atoms
a set of eerie fingers
wound thru’ my ribcage
acceptance, thanks to the
body-gape-assassin, was
my skeleton such invitation?
ignore those now empty
ill defined years before, of
damning time acting like
a cutlass removing slivers
that i loved
a copy of edges and other
such lonelinesses, the
daily skewer of self, if
life is traced in footsteps
i haven’t been striding at all
now changeable skies are
changing their sighs and
misfortune is about to turn
it’s seer worthy tide, i’m all
a flutter, like a jar of panic
met by the local tear stain
felt every bleak, ever sadness
erase, your smile blazed, it
took petrol thru’ out nerve endings
sending amperage bliss-wards
we sat on the shoulder of a
slope, where people trafficked
one another’s glances, pigeons
about in their clumsy romances,
elsewhere everywhere fading
two remain upon grasses trying
to exert it’s wetness but sunshine
has too warm a gaze, the event i
am shimmering about is how
handsome you spoke
tying me there with a muscular
sea i can see underneath your
trousers, perfect jagged cheeks
and a plum coloured jacket,
a bruise or a colour of passion?
shoppers swarm in 5.30pm startle
maladjusted for doorway refusal,
the nocturnes will soon be gorging
upon dusk, where had the afternoon
raced? such selfish clocks too quick
speedier when uninterrupted
thru’ frequent cotton linens
too many inches and successful
succeeding buried in a firework’s
neck, months travelled finer
indigo's, everything else rotted
here amongst the coins you
made your shadows build
a home, i was sellotaped to
the rafters of your mind, there
for the turbines of sexual seethe
you the peacock preened, me
left with the loneliness gristle,
beguiler of holes how those
many fur circles had been
interrupted and hoodwinked tolerated
there’s squalor in this mug tonight,
i feel the barnacles of loathing
impose their rough fingernails,
aren’t scars full of history
a localised scathing?
the sheets are a frost shore
whilst you hum of honey, i
am fatigued with the siphon
that drains my soul’s wealth
during even sleep’s unfurl
tho’ seeped thru’ every pore
free falling gravity’s nudges
i’m more encoded confusion
now than whenever i thought
i began in lopsided mirrors
oh my eloquent deceiver
rain has had it’s fill today
i’m another-hole-receiver
for a love hell wrought
come entirely to infiltrate
“mark anthony” you have
spawned me like stupid
salmon thrash, i’ve crowned
saint bastard of lies,
too many mouths are your face
left as dregs for the mutterer’s
to pick over, the complaining
coerced bed is emptiness,
here’s to all the tatters of a
lifetime’s shrapnel
you, cursed between a tide’s
deceptive sexuality,
molesting any puddles that
anyone wants to try, stealth and
bodies moan hinged open
numerous were used, did you
hang them in your mental
pages? scalps, emblems,
notches and sperm momentums?
you thought with the swine and
with the herd, didn’t you?
i pronounced you shameful
drowned your name several
drowning times,
your crouching over blows
over me no more
you thought you an angel
come from a privileged star
omnipotent you aren’t, just
a crackle of insincere proteins,
and we the fucked
thru’ which you consistently burn
if love treasures friendship
you are it’s skeletal aftermath
you are it’s famine, i wish
the burdens round you close
like a newborn squeezed in a fist
until your long overdue death
rainbows
drank rainbows ran betwixt veins
medicated colourful mayhems
uncurling lengths, shapes men
sleepwalk a vacuum’s slow hissed breath
comply being alone
quietly strode a thoughtless day dreamt
deciduous thoughts congealed with
mindlessness, adhere to the drip
of seldom and boredom’s precipice
there are maelstroms of want, and
traffic denies it’s self harm dirges,
there’s wintry in the slouch of everyone
i could be that entangle, strangled in
the trees confused reach, hanging
there for absolutely no one
made to achieve days that are anxious
and begrudging, some are severely crone
sharp, others, dead as a face down drunk
a bloodshot horizon blatant with wealthy
gleams, spires our gazes can only
aspire to and fall short of their sky piercing
waking, rising, sullen dreaming, a
movie about the loneliness of being,
walk by a hundred window tear stains
each has a mirror to tell, i stride
like a slow gust thru’ the maze
of blood vessels, litter blowing
like fragile folded flowers
and the breezes about were tender
a nudge if you will a breath of
coincidence by the graffiti challenged wall
where used love often is discarded in all
different kinds of latex, a mauve gasp
took hold of sightlessness
made entire sense, made the entire
mountain completely quiver, share
me on the dew of your planet
fell quicker than a stone’s plummet,
and was glanced
beautifully grimaced
reincarnated - felt the beige cocoon burst right thru’
intoxicated - heady as persuasion defies normal
rejuvenated - ease out of and shoot with a stem’s thrill
all in the bone of a glisten
brightly wove those shocking
proteins, possession about to revisit
this love swam iridescence
twisted the very shallows i want to
fucking drown under in
going glowed all the way inches
down until that mile is reached and
moaning sea loud
how to howl tornadoes, how to
exercise the bed numb, matt with
liquid quite unlike the usual rain
azure shouted. the turquoise swells
manage my skeleton, dazzle-dappled-
forms-pearl-shelled, quite eros dwelt
there is no quiet about myself but
raucous cities prolific with shivers, the
torso mainly, fathoms lit with blushes
and that sea that sips the mind tips
it’s concoction of purely glinting summer,
like diamonds in thru’ shifting waters
arteries are rapids unfurling then
wetly wrapping, burst of every
fountain, is being concussed
whilst white writhing, indigo fetters
those shackles of sublime reds,
blue stained shrapnel shoots comets
thru’ out the entire motorways of
the head, a shaken violet rip a
seethe of seeping green demons
oh envy this piston will cease and
the furnace brought down to ash,
goaded by yellow obsessive to persist
smashed figurines we lie amongst
deceased groaning, men are truly formed
of many kindnesses yet spiteful colours
mostly are silhouettes about to be
re-hidden, quickly as sunshine would
slobber, a lover’s colour would come
sinister? stealth like or open for the
ruined fluids to run? there is plenty
of oral want stampedes everyone
if seems a notorious spring in
lickable thighs, quicker still such
gentry elude back into their wax wives
such sorrow this unlovable brings
within one teardrop one small ocean
lonely, emotive swirling, churning
rainbows camouflage their existence,
disappearances often when
witnessed, that frequent moment of
sperm
a massacre if you will or edible
lunar skin cells, all into the
mausoleum of lust’s will
our exact alliance is fragments a
dispersal of unloved fractals
disposed of once swallowed
cold as handprints a cut glass scrotum
a rainbow come and gone
a disloyalty without outcome
exile
view
an eyesore loner
remote
stood
in a black coat
upon
a bleak blessed hill
where
scarce bracken gropes,
one
stunted tree tired of it’s
moaning
thinks only of splinters
it shall become
the
sky is as deep as the
pewter
breeze interrogates the
shy
stillness, and the
woods
below are a murmur of
broken
where
the storm had followed
it’s anger,
the
head is muttered in
“why
am i so jagged within?”
a
body operated on confusion
drones,
weeds
withstanding, gaunt for his
age
a stick applied with
bones
even the crows
don’t
think worth picking,
whilst
others are about their sunshine
i’m
dark music listening
tomorrow
won’t be kind,
it’s gloom
will be a man
whose happiness is about to be
hanged,
and
further days will
happen
their gallows,
acceptance
is
a blow too far
for
the moral most
now
is ghosts,
clouds
dark as sheet metal
crayons
the whip-around-air,
so
the startle of it’s sudden
voices
like seething breathable
faces
here is alone, an atom in
a
vast universe of harsh stars
the loner hid