60 musings of a graffiti junk mind on edge
producing beautiful twisted images to delight,
shock and bring wry smiles to those who venture
through this vivid patchwork tapestry.
If anyone wants...
the man with no hunger
and some sunday girl without meat;
on the edge of a sinking front stoop,
she is bound for dead.
her hair a grey bruise.
all the other voices are only god leaving her behind.
she should be baptized at least....
nothing is like me, but the sun
burning coldly; an afternoon spent
in despondent silence, a brilliant curse
muttered in the beginning of the bed.
of course, i remember everything with audacious colour
and i think i climbed over you to get to the place
where no one else...
The past grows bony fingers
that stretch and cast an ice shadow
lingering on my throat.
The creeping chill was seeded seasons ago
in my rush through frosted daffodils,
swaying defiant and brush-stroked in vibrancy.
Impatience fluttered its winking white wings,
enticed me further in,...
Death is a woman.
She cuts from the cloth of time
the shroud of kings and waits
counting each grain, each day
the last one falls.
Hourglass curves flow,
a granular avalanche.
Whose eyes watch them?
While steel blades swing
and ropes bind and pull,
men roar, the blood pours...
it was a scarlet hour...
The rushing recedes, leaves me
bitten by the workings
of my teeth and lips.
Regrets leak through my palms.
I raise my chin, facing the children
that sprung from the scarlet hour.
while i sleep,
these girls move from their walls,
and they play at clothes.
their toes soft and quiet in the grey night;
not a sound while they kiss,
fragile lips drinking
cupping raw silent water
and circling with kitten fingers the red stars.. .
and then the...
she knows words that create a stumbling orphan,
awake at her first funeral
and who was she besides the thud
under a fist.
the worldslows at his third elegy
he tells her how.
to not fight about small things because they eventually bloom
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 our mouths
Before you i had learned to fracture
..to peter the wind according to yours,
yet always you left me...
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...
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