it’s you

it’s you

you’ve clambered thru’

my gin elaborate past

thinking all archives

buRnt or at least reduced to

the carbon it was made with

old fiend in a beautifully plaid

shirt where tattoos bend invites

beneath

distance was for a reason

and not enough time for

ten thousand seasons to pass

yet here you spoil the fingerprints

i laid to rotten rest, foe about the

neurones, giving back, reanimating red clawed cinemas

blacken the cotton i am strangled

with, tied about the heart wired as thin

where winter invokes being dug into

hard and sure as the dagger digs

as that body completes it’s body

out of, i am over with glued white

like bleached sticky coral depletes

where the creases were moaned

into, where hurt collects where the

radar of myself bends

it is a crooked horizon that wants to

vent, rises up hooded knowing that

these futures are now spent

minutes filled with ashes filled with

each bottle’s emptiness, this room

collars gloom and glooms into corners

pilots nowhere and panic comes

to kill, it throttles inches towards

shadow-infected-ceiling

confused fireworks rant -

constellations,  crackling music

mindful thunder

undoes revelation of solving

take to the sea that is flavoured

and brings under where the habitual

drowned stare up from quite often

it is you

apparel like a coffin,

scars and crayons