duly noted, time is almost out

years have seeped -

faster than could

have been imagined

sadly

some days were elusive

mostly were illusion

paths quite mortuary

coloured

fitful, forgotten

was that all?

i was an armful

of sighs

where antique leaves

can’t blow but lifeless lie

achieving gorgeous bones

dissatisfied fleshes nonetheless

admit such deaths are rare

enough blisses

my body

cave of clocks

speedier levered so,

whose to catch yesterday

now?

turn darker

as if blackened

further, and eyes-

gaze towards rotten

inwards, defunct palaces

strewn-broken a liver

of a sky, living is listing,

chandelier drab in a skull

happening somewhere

surely? is everywhere

alone, bland and hell?

mundane is yet another

lipstick proof shell a

bivouac of nailed poems

this bedding i know

too well full of my

own disinterested touches

surely they have had

someone else? surely?

but the mattress knows of

no other names only bored sweat

hasten as always months

lick themselves wasted

i was born once

elbowed out

pitchers of chemical

swirled petals, alien insides

influence the moon’s luminescence

white cartilage rooms,

it’s quicker if the lung

is let go

now that summit, the one

that glared tallest is downwards only

was there ever a thrill when the

first comet shot? addictive perhaps

and daily

is it worthwhile

waking yet to remain

stiff as sheets?

oh vertical damnation

bottles itself with such tiny

disappointments

hey future ahead

aren’t the signposts

wrong and diminishing?

blank pages unwritten where

lifetime should have been-

noted

there was no description no

proof a life was actually lived

in, merely a suggestion of

an outline for no-one

noticing, not even a crime-scene

i am heading out gathering

pace, my blood knows it and

chases towards leaving

oh such lovely listening to

what is already fading, knowing

the ribcage can’t last

when circled comes completion

a robust glow of just the once

then flickers into nothing into somewhere else

occupy

compliant dark

inhabits

occupant

gnawing thru

reoccurring spaces -

that shouldn’t

nourishes selfish,

nourishes narrower vessels,

bled upon secrets, defiles seed and rethinking

glitches aren’t

headaches aren’t

resets but -

spilling its

diseased

cellar

masturbating

in the heavens

daubing the constellations

renewing in the

clamour of cold

cupboards

where past

secures its

cockroaches

moves about

cripple clouded

extending hallways

extending always

deep bruised lacquers and midnights repurposed

a mezzanine

a quartered planet

where thinking can’t comet

is limbless is without

outline, has bad news only

and misfortune for blood

there is no kindness of

love over the cot’s

content

malicious? not in the

poisonous pen sense,

a doldrum, inert of happier

has a canopy that deadens

the sun for a skull, a lid to

lessen hope

a consistent narrative

of scratched voices, scratched windows

daylight's scratched bleeding

harsh gargoyles

insinuating, crouched

colours filling in blemishes

thicken

where atoms pull

themselves aortic apart,

heart-shapeless-unshareable wreathes

infecting the weathers

of being stood and finding

hell first

this is no revival

but a carnival of

rotten flagships

figureheads of

carved screams off

faces, nothing but nothing

is exhilarated

endure time’s cancer

can’t endure that kind

of sinking, eyes outwards -

filling up with ink filling up with deception

unnecessary squatter

keeps on infecting

makes jewels morosely sickened

insides like bleached

maggots wanting rid

of their famines, rid of their skeleton mansions

of course, banquets

full of them, for such

swallowing never diminishes

ruins

thereabouts

bland as every-

where else, life-

support failures

horizons stretch

the liar’s mouth,

they only fit for

themselves

buRn this

futureless down

usurp crooks

and crowns and

ages that reach

distant crumbling

aren’t we all toppled

histories perforating

every dysfunction? let lies

become everyday language

buRn footsteps before

they have even walked,

pointless are the days that

are molasses deep and lived in

sedate corpses pass

quietly as months, and

wireless breezes informative

worms, raw eyes listening

now is gone into vintage

dire rose lied to tinted, steeples sure

against the winds upon

old damaged hospitals

patients aren’t rewarded

but harmed, dead oily

foods, and careful an

underfunded smile

beyond life expectancy

shortening like ending a race

horse for those pioneers

of glue, sadnesses are being -

rubbed, i made a metropolis out of

mine, sordid and unkempt in

various places, but generally melancholic

and rain embroidered

nothing out there is wanting

to grasp, to balloon its lungs

to its potential of a swollen moon,

hang fast to the ruins we vote for

amongst more than disappointment

the devil has such crooked laughs and

hordes all its accomplices, ruins all

of you in privatised masks

regret does not have time, and arches

leant against fatigued statues old colonial

blood dry as the soil that has disinterest

growing

bees have left their honeysuckle cages to

mourn its dying, how immortal youth

thought it was dashing over the childhood

flagstones that are now unrepairable

cemetery eaten, there are duvets of

hooligans of weeds that lavish their

unsightly populations and claw at

lopsided veterans, who fought for

ruin

the square is owned by pigeons and

moaned about with noise, eyelids

refusing their recapture towards dreaming,

here was never meant to be a stand still in obliged by corpses

what is coming

is conflicted

and entirely

unjustifiable, rubble after rubble filled with exits and nowhere

into, become

come.

feel.

exist.

tremble like

incoherent prey

instead of fear

intentional blisses

these are early

early signposts

that make agreeable make

daunting labyrinths easy

ease of intention

make known where

the eyes message,

the mauve of recapture

ah follow the skin’s

fault lines until the

language tremors,

undo the silver of its hole

surrender

and lean thru the

tide’s asking,

rehouse breath

sea about its touches

all over speedy thumbs

interrupts seismic eyelashes

incessant as the river is

like a body swollen like

a body full of wet should,

collars are scarlets and

flame upwards

bones malleable glows-

off motorway hurtle for

lightning to re-burst its

halogen hearses

stiffens now like a

granite tongue, crow

now, crow in amongst

sheet’s gorse and loam

come

travel

the

soul

re ravel

redo the arc’s purpose

reduce the bed into dead stars

incite the switch

to quieten, retire

the amp, retire the

cave’s solemn ache

commit to the weather’s sulk entrusted

there, a sunless afternoon where width

of minutes pass for tombstones pass for

lazy inseparable canyons

inflict upon this tired awful circle

try to break its mud dark,

where dull imagines lifeless

mundane dew cannot build

un-feel.

un-exist.

afterwards-intolerable

goawayable

“i don’t drift well

upon another’s

sigh”

please leave my silence

alone

if you require nearness

don’t

“i don’t make gasps

to fit briefly someone

else”

keep to that distance of

not being met

“disagreeable weathers”

the heart says, so leave

whilst i fill with rain

that mantis of want so dearly

wants to invigorate with names,

i go nameless most days

don’t

come at me with eyes asking

collars about silence

are preferable

9:33

under

peregrine clouds

coming to take the

sky’s tongue

thickening the waist

of dusk goes hearse-like

blacker deeper, what

was breeze waving -

gone quick as a

reply, nudges are

done buRning the

horizon’s goodbye

waters pretend

petrol catching

gleams whilst

muttered scalps its scapes

a tall hill swallowed

a cliff taken to it’s

dark, the scape is

being murmured with

the fullness of a

dot, a hole of lunatic

lipids, moonshine

re-peeks and re-banishes

soft as crow winged capes

takes the meadow, takes

that muffled town into being

surreal, the air unsure of its ghosts

forsaken are the shells

where voices aren’t listened

to or couldn't be shared, they

lie for dismantle for the groan -

of water’s incoming, earlier where

the herons stood in specific

trances trying to trace each crab

as it sideways dances, gone now

where? who knows where each sigh

takes them, the blushes of, the bursts

of tipsy buds, all vanishes, where the

easy grasses manage in shivers

there is coming wet inheriting each

waiting sculpture, tree sinew bush bauble

each lean each stretch of a thwarted

limb, there will be an entirety of splashes

the pebble insisted shore where

childhood ran its blazes where

footprints lay hidden and detached

seaweed gathers its slimy beards

i see a lone lantern out upon the

garnet horizon shifting patterns on

such mercurial skin, glimpses, hear

them, wonder what watches

and the wrecks are caught in their

own ribs, phantom mannerisms a

glinting of could be an eye that

swirls its own tides, a shrill of stars

waves become seldom, turns almost

passive glass, silvery drenches

every drop to happen to leave its

most fragile memories brittle gasps