love me
think waking, so be
the lakes of drowning
my prince on a torn horse
now is the hearse of
morning, feel commitment
almost counterfeit
whilst the window is
a throat outwards onto
angry
the pillow now wrecked
i dreamed was a lover
opened as a dirty envelope
lonely did not exist, wreathed
in sperm, sighs and spittle,
heavenly hole for the heart to crow
thirst had to be caffeinated
and that wakeful already
fatigued, anchors from under
where sleep is a kingdom of
false clothes and has the harmony
of tongues in addictive song
but daylight won’t have it, the more
my body languishes the fiercer more
halogen-like brightness becomes
and those corpses out there lead to
queues whilst sinister traffic
exhales poison
i’ll not mainstream today, am too
heavy lidded and elbows wanting
to share the floor, let ceiling gazes continue
was i only a two glance worth last night
and both shrank? no invite to rip me to
find me other than ordinary
i have palaces that want to be wandered
and fingered for the shivers that such
touches bring ignition
this gash of old lonely, i am not solved
was i not meant for that regal curve of
a benevolent universe?
love is adjacent to seldom i know, the
obscured of heart are beaten petals
and frozen rope for valentine’s to hang
the longing ache to be loved, the longing
want to be included in someone, may as
well shriek the moon downwards
desire, its lust, these futile ghosts
flee tepid warmth into a refugee of
coldness and snuff out intuitive sparks
a moth in night flight
small sewing machine whirs
all fluttering wings
caution from mayhem
where the night jar sings
aloft shouting owl
and vixen bark
past crippled branch
from drowsy lark
suicide headlights dash
come false bird velvet unheard
thru gossamer slept streets
and hallucinated cement
amidst breathlessness
black drifts nightly cinder
where death sews anew its
genderless nightshade fingers
fake firefly no-glow-no-belly-
coals swoons against yellow
blaring window panicky almost,
my stillness almost broke
glances exchange this uncertain
night, the shroud we both stare,
exiled, you mosaic eyed into,
and i drowned depths out of
you seduced my untrue fire
condemned to mesmerise
until spiders
have you murdered
and me upon which unfulfilled
wishes try breathing should they
learn of the sky, as damaged sighs
they would flee buRning out -
mismanaged desire