Ignorance beyond ignorance
History has lead us to this point
Narcissistic clown tears down the veil
And suddenly then we take notice and protest
Kissinger still has a lot to answer for
But he's looking like a barrel of laughs
Compared to this asylum show
It's so hard not to be the arsehole...
they limp from the mouth
Before you i had learned to fracture
..to peter the wind according to yours,
yet always you left me wanting...
One by one with slow deletion
All facets and dimensions destroyed
Lofty praise frazzling creative cortexes
Those who praise become the hunted
The shadows whisper whereabouts
The crypts of stories untold piled high
Chain smoking page sneerer scores another
There will be no laughter or...
Starboard, bow-perched on seaward vessel,
fixated: motions of rocking waves.
The familiar shock-chilled salt spray sting,
scents in liquid crushed shells,
glasswater and life.
Fingers clasped to air...
This is the chanced threat of falling from cliffs
that I live...
in some field where i love and kill,
i bury my hands in dirt.
there is nothing to say but so much to feel.
the sunflowers lower their holyheavy heads
with me, in pretty mimicry.
so full of swifts [watch now]
and crows [believe now]
i could fall into...
He tipped me his tailored tongue
gratified my mind with eloquent faltering
the street light charmed his frame
and dusted my eyes with warmth
his vantage point lulled my prudence
I imagined he could pull me inside out
with those extravagant fingers
his aura 'vintage and...
blue lips spun from broken trinkets fallen upon the last piece of solid ground
the web detached itself from her brittle limbs, mind, porcelain existence
eyelashes sleeping in forever dreams where she escapes the torment that chased
and when the bells chime on the night breeze, I know she will...
you cannot stretch her skin across the Universe
in the hope that you can bruise her with your restless lips
it's too late now the destruction in your gut has twisted
you are your own war and she is too far removed from the battle.
my war is quiet, more often these days...
he was just a glimpse in her slightly tainted view
her pill box begged for release and she shoved it deeper
she wants a mountain top romance without the fucked up rules
that make her close down every cell wanting to reach out, to him
if she could put herself under his skin without feeling...
they say the earth heals.
but this is only for the beloved.
i, in this gravel bed with raining hair; let me sleep.
if i am so awful, allow me one equinox
and send the dark to hush me.
days and nights and cryings are no longer sacred.
they are burdens they are lepers...
i birth another fragmented creation
into the pith of a pomegranate
& seal its stasis with seminal fluid.
sepia seeds & your leavings bloom
from my marrow, sprouting vine & leaf
that never bear fruit
you filled the eyeless face
with millstones & milliseconds
& flyaway shards...
leave me to pick at your wings
where sabbaticals mere profit upon re-entry
& in the mean.est time I gather my crayons to
coat this room in the blood of gemini
..such a reckless gravity
of balance and braille that gave birth to june
while murdering the messenger....
mr personality.. he's pulled up lame again
A waste of a man that ran-a-ground
long before the legacy had time to spoil.
He sits and pokes at where the time of his life went wrong,
mere reflection of how an attitude in constant disregard for those that chose more than life unattended...
My blank page
Let's start again
Green and red
And black, black, black
Sunday blue skies
7 days after New Year
Valentine's can fuck itself
Tuesdays are murder
I'd kill for a drink
A fairytale on terminal...
you are a slow moving pendulum
caught-up in my hindsight
a web tangled misconception
wrapped around the stem cells
of every illusion I never want to let go of
a dream weaver, fighting my nightmares
the seconds falling into dust
an air spirit between my ribs
all wings and nervous energy
a shape(less) soul stutters under flesh and bone
the day is breaking apart
long before, the night crushes it, black and blue
thunder clouds, pressed in bible pages
from childhood schools that raped innocent minds
the wretch secretly hiding...
“That's where I'll be,
Since you left me,
My tears could melt the snow” - Mud, “Lonely This Christmas”
The dream ended in a dark and shabby hotel room,
Above a void of ceiling fan and grime.
It was Benidorm, 1985, back when you could still smoke
In the rooms without staff...
your reality dismantled itself
via the perforations in your chest
your light faltered with a static noise
and you smiled at him
trying not to fade out
are made of you
they broke apart
in the soft wind
when your place
shifted beyond the sands
you are a bird, gliding with the low cloud
a dancer on the desert sands
your witness becomes the breeze
you were never there, invisible mover
silent passion hidden on the rooftop
Kachina spirit, a wanting terpsichorean
scavengers below, creating war upon the broken
your freedom caught...
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