Opsonin tiger-scream: beast in a cakehole.
Without mercy
heavy magenta skies;
apocryphal poetry
sweltering Omphalos
like pregnant balloons
- pop the...
Metal-incision
the Scissorhead God
eyetapped on decadence &
flatliner mercy.
Metamict rabbits
with sawblade teeth
behind the door of your dreams. Midnight muse...
In my kingdom
love is a knag
caught in the bark of a throat thrapped
to the haul of transonic barbarians
space-gladiators that move
like killer quasar, or paper-faced pirate fiends
in a boat made of miasma.
In my kingdom
back-dated boneshakers wreck their...
do you…
play my game…?
Of life bent obtuse, like Uri’s spoons (nothing refined)
the obfuscation, sheer decoration
sleaze-poetry confined
to the thrust of infiltration, where
ghosts in knapweed...
….from nebulous outskirts
the cosmic thrattle
of your diachronic ossuary
the bones of the skewback dead
dragging
a panjandrum of poets
pandemonium owls...
Like skeletons of hypothermia
- this is my story, cold
in its moonwracked apostasy; the dirty clash of a cosmos
star-ripped in my rancorous head.
Then watching through...
Flex the paranoiac eye
so that I may see
what fear does. What fear
can do for me.
As Dali’s telephone thrattles
like a restaurant for rattlesnakes
deadly
- a lobster in cyanide. The cruelty
of your...
You bring those dark brown eyes to the scene
With slow sedation, my cinchona child,
With the healing essence of foxglove fingers
That remedy heart palpitations with the soluble touch,
With the ease of codeine.
And my soft tissue relapsed the days you were gone
So I had to hide in...