snake-honey-tongue






how loneliness is

shaped

full of geography

beige




and hurts like

panther gnawing

thru’ eyelids




punctures like

a badly worn

tooth




excess sky is

emptiness, no

peak to manage

the boredom




eyesores at the

periphery, secluded

in their blue metallic

souls




damaged somehow,

refused shards of

another’s blisses, a

deposit of hollows




come like

mismanaged bones

a headache of

fireflies




a crown of despicable

chrome, there’s no

interest in that floor

of ignored flesh




and that hill won’t

break it’s sadness

won’t allow the

mauves to caress




whose to plausible

pause for the anchor

to slip the treasure’s

throat? when the




ceiling is at it’s lowest

and the creek is a

dim mutter, defences

are malnourished




inflict the first glance

like the lash of a

pale hot orgasm,

as if geckoes flame




and spurt with flowers

all caught ingot bursts,

galvanised shudder

exploits of glistening




then shimmer tiny

deaths into that

blond hearse, where

all moans are metals




there’s plastic in this

arsenic flavour, been

had by and left discarded

for kisses to expel out of




like unwanted sewage,

a hinge of intellect

“let me wrap you

up in a flimsy grave”


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