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smooth as i had always hoped


moving thru' the snaring kaleidoscope





gossamer ghosts

where defeated touches broke






time has me by

the wrists


watching like a


demon inflicted shoulder






stir up archive thorns

yesterday's lane of rust


happens in oxide paintings






from it's erotic pigments

desires curve,


rise up sensual sculptures


exhale strident moonbeams





to think us in

steep honey


too deep a swallowed ocean




but those wistful lanes

are jagged grey distinct hands,

skeletal artefacts

museum well, hurt



morning thumbs thru'

this stain,

bleak holes show awareness as

sun spilt fingers kill the dim lit room



a spray of light first falls

across clothes strewn,

slow creeps eerie gems up limbs

consuming the night before



you vanish, a dream's burden from me

the hourglass you tirelessly pace in

another ambient world

the closest we'll ever be




lonely afternoon

a sky so bruised

glowers down



my heart refuses to rain



bleak waves sprawl

lazily horse headed foams,

winter behind my footsteps

as well as in front



thru' brittle affection

twas done

the deed

the lies our hearts mistook for love



swooned for,

am impossible wish

so impossible

it cruelly burst



this love

of eternal

rotting buds




memories of you again

half eaten

sprawling across dew lit bodies

crawling with intent

shimmering all minds

half bent



oh shiver skin

coerced with ten thousand needle events



persuasion holds swooning

into a kiss hard bitten across thorough necks,

flay the swan until white turns indigo bruised flecks



i am thick with touches

thick with congealing amorous roses

thorn pointed inward

until you have me swallowed



memory ruins, a dead polluted stream, an archive for one,

corpse flowers float numb movement yawned over

by a chloroform sun



where i am both nothing yet something

someone doesn't want



in eagerness for rainbow blisses

i craved your bones but

got broken yielding, it came like brown

autumn, a ghost rushed intention



faded wires

disconnect their bees,

memories of you a

swoon wants to infect



to redraw the page's

outcome

but cannot erase,

i make the most of rain




switch clocks to

backward staring,

past aches melodic red



hurry thru' out childhood years

across stone fields, over silent cemetery floors

footsteps quietly cross adolescent seas

where mermaid perfumes elude me



heartbeats would roar should kisses follow,

but brings only false quartz to dazzle, to ensure it's stupor



thru' burnt out eyes, the door of a lover

into these the foolish stumble

where friendships decline or are forged



cannot quite place your face,

traced a touch, can't remember how it felt,

a forbidden feeling tries awakening

but sprawls back autumnal rust,

leaves cease from being stirred



now that epitaphs watch

in judgemental silence,

their worn weathers will not ache

beyond what they cannot infiltrate



these hot wires once buzzed indigo fallout

schemed each spark crimson sexual flame,

but what i thought was synchronised

was truly separation



withered pines where i once stood

i think i loved you once

where the ether froze it's dreamt edges




dna

robber

come to cease evolution

or so it was reported



your purity

cannot exist

with this kind

of pinkness



why don't you

murder it?

justice will cover it's

hypocritical head well



the world is

twisted out

there, a repetition

of inescapable fences



here is

slightly lopsided

and drunkenly

blurred



absurd

you feel fear

that i can

undo society's root



do you think

that with a

kisses aim

i could topple churches?



we are noose

tight shade and

frantic lust

boils our bones



a curious hybrid

to be exterminated

to bleed freely

the finer points of sin



edges are

defiant

yet

frayed



merging and

ill defined

all symmetry denying

falsifying straight lines



we are all circles

and curves

meandering corners

and subtle bends



stood proud

in the bitterest breath

where bold

our rainbows keep



from humanity exempt




step into my night dream

thru' waters cool

glisten

be soothed,

float a rainbow's bough

bejewelled



race inside my heartbeat,

liquid begun sea

softly where shadows meet



ghost into my night gleam

upon a shiver's cascade

you light the mourning shade



you draw me close

when afraid,

yet, i shallow drown

where moonbeams falter

and shadow begins

razorblades



to dream this night

of pure petals slipping inside,

a dead perfume resounds

like a chorus of nodding funeral blooms



voices shimmer entwine

calling me from slumber's grey deep

to surface from soils of groaned opals



my crooked heart seeps,

cries such wanton desire

cracking the night's obsidian reservoir



no one to hold

or to share

no one anywhere



to dream awake is too painful a thing

like frost swallowing

entire ice laden fields and

long suffering streams




slow erodes the dead head

like unyielding bud

upon aphid tongues




it's where shadow creeps

dowsing light with it's blackened tongue

consuming neither doubt nor

this tinder delirium




poison this dream why don't you

it's ripped water's i have drunk

polluted mermaids crack upon discarded sand




most days swoon into one smooth

wish

ignored by want and deed

i've stirred my own bruise

into a sky of smudged starlings

obliterating the sun's coveting scowl




burning was the evening

burnt out was my taste

as i slip down an empty glass

where i dwell broken faced




most days are

thumb persistent

under,

they map entire breath




intrude me further

into the opaque slum

thru' the cherry altar

the animated swarm comes




and memory comes like

replayed constellations

convincing scapes into

mightier winters




reappear then disappear

upon this surface

i wish was skin




neither eyelids closed

or grey descending veils

unend this ceaseless

cinema








sometimes

the place is full of feathers,

sometimes

a place of often uproar

blushes,

you in haemoglobin

like burning protein

of ghostly copies

convincing,

shimmering inside vessels

a gush of constellations

radiating

never diminishing




why detonate the heart

with shard shattering strategies?

why?




sometimes feathers are all i see

brimming comets and hotter tails,

so i am told, it's the way we are




the way we burnish

halfway between dante's

torture and melodic sin




your treason sprays sparks

far into the heart

until bursting for

it's near death departure




sometimes feathers

sometimes fragile stars




sometimes this place

shrinks so small

it warrants no breath,

sometimes

in suffocation

i want thunderous glistening,

a poignant rain




softly stirs

until focus unfocuses

and this pause of decades

returns silence




sometimes you pale

sometimes the days drift

mostly they...








softly, softly burning

thru' windows closed

a dream so wrought with fire

escapes to be cold




incandescent thursday

when the seed was

hot white protein




i was open

for you to grow




here is a lit flame

that never finishes




pilfer the conscience

that i know now

to be dead




tonight

hear me tear,

hear me




a blueness

a gloominess

damning everywhere




a photograph,

lovers

then a froze




us upon the white gleaming shore

the foam you wore,

the sky now strewn with rain




morning renews

slow as hangovers,

another day to move slowly in

another anniversary bruised




pictures shatter

on that shore

a tideless bleed of

grey monotony




where loneliness

acquires moonbeams








the sea is blurred

it calls me to it's

whispered edges




aqua sapphire fingerprints




where midnight inks

it's silence deeper

a trace of me yesteryear




pollen lit summer

and frantic roses

outdo one another's flamboyant collars




hearses come and went

taking their pulled

shadows with them




there is

poured into

an archive

that will take seas




september

of that rust commenced

day i wandered,

evening unravelled with rain




september where

the roses turned,

and the leaves

stood tired




that dna glisten

a shout of protein

as the night wore it's

constellations




soon would a thorn

be retrieved,

and from that one night

bed of curdled jewels




a falling of flowers

would occur







closer

things

there

are

none

as

intimate

as

a

lover's

touch

turned

cold

as

wintry

dusk


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