compendium

 

oblivion



headful of blaring

ambulances

i’m dashing whilst

horizontal stood



don’t feel the dust

begin or the usurped

collars of spider’s web,

inches aren’t communicating



as if the floor was quite dead

it’s there i was found in the

pose of a shell, outside

unfurls tantrums



this deadness it’s the best

it’s how to un-feel, neither

shore striding or in the

wet of obsolete drowning



i hate the resourcefulness

of others, they mutter

injections and try to clear

the muddy waters i’m



involved in



too far down my climate assures,

none shall be resolving the bent

puzzle, the blank neutered expression,

sadness someone ignites



undo all doors, try pressing the

sky’s doable lid, “you can’t” i

holler in absolute whiteness of

silence and stiffness



down here a blissful lifelessness

it’s wonderful cadaver of quite

broken daylight, i’m swirled with

migraine flavourings



admit me further into the hostile

glare, kindness is disinfected here

but hands are quick searching and

seek for this ruin of disobedient atoms



to repair, to reinvigorate the

dismantle, but i was quite

thorough, i grimaced the edges

and made blood tire



am floated with a description of

glassy fragmented manta rays

they thrive in those diminishing

energies



as if the walls are being squeezed

out, and the machine is being

asked to defeat itself, now is

beyond a blankness quite unknown




waking hour



snowy deep ceiling

renditions of creaks, thuds

and muffled footstep thunder



and thru’ wakefulness

caffeine holds theatrical

blaring



patrols are rhythms upon

membranes cluttering the

fewer clusters of quiet



diminish me further with

eyelids like tracing paper

pinned wide to open fullest



above has groans narrow

in residence in such bones

iridescent lovers crackle



i snarl and tear their

continuous faces to

mask my own



their gasps are outrageous

butterflies-set-alight, could

be a comet outright

shuddered blissfulness



snowflakes

abandon their wet skies

and drift slowness onto

stood gazing



i’m drifting thru’

opaqueness

bleak hills of



waiting for the oceans

to still to meniscus quieten

when breaths become

watchful, become hushed



and

atoms of reestablishing

slumber

are crushed



there’s a requiem

of loneliness and

fathomless

falling



anchor-less with no

width to reach for so

plummeting continues

where swooned beasts

shove pale horizons



the noise of time is loudly

and prefers to threaten,

there are floor theatres where

music aches and disperses

it’s moan-full-ness



antique sighs

kept for being stale, rotting

every souvenir yesterday



too many roads

have pulled me, nowhere seems

a stance rooted to



laid

like a cross upon this offal-opal

disgruntled bed

where no other touch discovers



outside is being strode about by

percussion and strobed, not near

to the maelstrom of flickers that

cinemas here inside



their intruding

gushes

like sticky rain thru’ unguarded eyefuls



i blink these stains and bloom it’s

thirst-ful-ness, a-flower-gulping-scant-desert-

tears-worth



gashed open by lightning,
it’s stiff drizzle continues
sticks to the geology of flesh



harm to be so far from this infectious
heart, within it’s own heartbeat scratch
the walls redder, i always awe, i
always succumb



exist as exits feelings in
morasses of molasses and unhappy
unkind places



their fingers like sad
irises sway and push into every
owned calcium



if only sleep would
swathe i could fall, the
cinder hot duvet squeezes



tho’ midnight is rubbed black the
mind acquires daylight, and it
blazes, morning comes along
dazed and my rise is



slow witted




my head labyrinths



partitions
stark corridors
a gossamer stair



a stairwell plummets
where the devil
could occupy



the sky where no
oxygen mutters,
membranes the
lid of stars



disassemble,
resemble a
peered thru’
mirror



anything
is
everywhere



partitions
decide where
hate is nourished



and love confides
in it’s magma
swelter



partitions the bleak
strangle of
everyone



murmur of files
like a drone of
wings



entire universes
hum with music
from their see-thru’
bones



atoms resurrect
aired to complete
idea spires



or invented to
serve unbreakable
secrets



all are coveted
in deep, fractured cots
of swarming voltages



there are terrible
images that need
to be slain



the habit of eyes
to take copies
in



glances of fragments
are witnessed yet
won’t explain their winter



bury their cruel
televisions, insist the
ravine ingests all



that hallway thru’
the throat where
kisses won’t fall



the heart knows it’s
kill, and lacerates
mindfulness



with thrown up comets
with daggers blunt
as meteors



head-spill, habitual
galaxies pulled to
their obsolete broken



it’s where the fences
are rebuilt, splinters
reused



sometimes the sighs
howl most, i’m being
butterfly’d against -



abrupt deaths, they shudder
the sketches i have seized
from blood



what am i but the outside
i have seen and endured,
often i am thwarted roads



too many directions, a
confusion of wires says
so



anywhere is not the
moment i am in, i
observe only this



defeated constellation
and the daft mountains
that are paid to archive




a seam of promise


some ideas have tigers

or birds full of swallowed

prisms so bright that crowds

once written follow, adoring

as sweat to a garment clings


swarms of investigate, tumbling

their bee curiosity thru’ out

purchasing, upon every word

that was born to give birth to,

if allowed i would be ripped out


but i haven’t congealed with

stardom, i’m more obscure

than hid, starless even, there

is no width in elsewhere’s interest,

comes the unnamed coffin lid


most are here, unpopular and

never revisited, i wrote my soul

for you to ignore, a script of my

most private verse no god would

respond to or publisher tongue invite


and minutes spoil themselves wasteful

tipping time from tuesday, this day is

a hole, uneventful, i’m trying to persevere

the granite forest, to build sighs from

cadavers but words aren’t pliable coming


thru’ into bland thursday, i don’t know where

previous went, the page is white unbearable

snowflakes, i’m waiting for fox bronze paw prints

or a spider’s mortuary at least, no gleam

no cranial lightning strike


all those constellations lay buried

where the past mattered, what’s to

dig these stars out? to

energise the ravine?

write yourself into the drink of the sea


but the pen is sober




undoing a person


why is sadness blue into

persuasion? making

further melancholy

stiff mountains and

implausible to kindness


impassable to touches


i’ve had this head that low

it outdoes stickier shadow

punctures as a gaoler would

trying out it’s assassin, rots

around me as a scowl


it’s grief turned inside blacken

bleak as limitless burden, untie

the root that seldom thirsts or

seeks to search explanation,

i’ve slept underneath that ocean


this is why broken is, it’s a

dark, dark opium, it replenishes

cadavers with awful ink,

pin cushions these mannequins

whilst living is prohibited


accept me as i am ten

thousand sires of fragments

all displacing or reconnecting

ambushes, a slow murder

whilst waking


my mind is as lean as a

newly carved rib, polished

even with a sky the colour

of rain, obese with fat fallen

thumbs, all exerting


pushing upon as suffocation

would say a taut pillow for

the cot’s occupant to be rid,

there’s chasing by medicinal

horizons, assaulted by opinion


do not accept the white crow

it has a serpent wound

heart, do not like the

stranger’s attempt it will

only be medicated


and the blood is sighed sad

where so many faces are

adrift, wrecks almost and

quite quite lost, who steals

the heart’s mountainous


yearning? who makes life

thinner and more jagged

dance thru’? “i was once”

he admitted but now, now

am entirely strewn


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