sought
seeking but
roads
are bare
and trees
lonely, still
greyness is lonelier
we curl into,
oyster in situ
solitude
and wait
whilst borrowing
from next year
seek but
no echo no
reply responds
why are we
achieved? a cellular
ask of full archives
i’ve piled minutes
in saturated corners
put stopped clocks for birthdays
this kind of seeking
the want i made a
lifetime for
is over and shared
with no one, nobody to
accommodate the page with
no one to incline
my dna with rude
blissfulness
and stupid still
like a mocking root
this low down
where the music of
honey plays thru’ out
other lovers
moisturising
bones, and plinths
of rouge words shouted
stop the footstep
before it’s meant,
return yourself
into a most
cemetery
environment
there for the
kind skies to
evolve, to nourish
to placate the
everywhere that
everyone flourishes
seeking but i have
stood to it’s ceasing,
cut the journey from it’s engine
taken the road
and burnt it, what we
look for and
re-imaged it
and thin trees
slice themselves
thru’ sharp breezes
like loneliness
like being shot down
with quiet
now has been taken
it was then that
summer surrendered
and the breezes shook
their iciness, borrowers
of what chilling was to come
and the first leaf perished
in yellow curling, followed
by few then tens of torn
thousands, and flowers
undid their blouse hinges
letting colours fall
sad flags of an empire
akin to the rust that now
tastes, the air has
cemetery wishes all for being taken
find me
where?
the deserted beach
cold waves glance
upon or
by the river’s slow
shrug of incomplete
mirrors, or the hill
crows are upon?
i could be in the sea
watching the land drown
or under autumn where
sleep’s gossamer shall hide
roaming the narrative of
woods where if stood shall
rot down to the messages
of the floor
where
when a minute’s last asking
greet my awake shadow?
by the flame nasturtium arch?
occupy my final step
looking
i’ve buried well
haven’t i?
the nuisances
of prying have
been nullified
too much are
interfering eyes,
such tiny inquistions
are defied, still
such gazes come
i have let rust in
where it was meant,
and performed spring
where the hidden bulbs
are kept
bad radicals
and everywhere
went or meandered
at shop lavish enticement
there was sullen
eyes to the ground
where despair has us
dwell
takes us to the devil
upon me like a crow’s
glance
like a heavy wing
sucks the colours out
minds to the floor
where cadavers grope
such thought
enthralled by what is under
the air is shook with
narratives, none of
quiet, the head was
meant for stars
meant for durable
constellation, to
write upon them
an idea among winter
and everywhere
be it room or
queue stood
molasses across voltage
shut off the smile for
it shares, and the breakable
horizon, take it off the
hook
and the worsens
achieve terrible
weather, wrists filled
with clever ink
open routes of
red messages
hurt will out and
become skies owned
the worst of words
compel damage
to the shroud
or so the headlines shout
qarow
with childhood
dreamers
at their dusk inch,
under
into perilous cave
a star less shiver
and rooted snake
or the wonder
that narrates thru’
sleep, a silver
dew scape
dream into the
copses
into the spider’s
cocoon
there are indeed
monsters at
your window
sill
none of them
fleeting but true
with spur of
fear
childhood tatters,
rags torn from the
tired scarecrow,
beneath is always
reaching clawed or
with a sinister paw
headlong into it’s maw
scarce reassurance
makes slumber scary,
it’s canyon deep creases
swallows every idle
dreamer, it soils the mind
with dented stars
my fearful
adult shiver
night is at
the window
eerie fingers
the moon
crippled to
a quarter
hangs hinged
like a
door ajar
a grimace of
blackness reaching
hear the laps
of morgue whispers,
become the voice
of it’s narrative
there are corners
with skeletons tried
there for waking,
headstones of shadows
surely are closets?
surrender to the sheet’s
strangle, hear
fingerprints cackle
as if someone other
there are winds across
the blown bay, come
throw your voices, hurl
blows upon the pane
the bed is drowned
and further rain where
sleep tries to entangle
is but an eyelid
forced open
there’s a floor that
won’t let footsteps,
and a ceiling that
leers suffocation
and the slope lists
to falling, topples
teeth like throwaway
coins
convinced that morning
is never coming, it’s
applause of silver sprayed
gowns won’t announce
darkness forever schemes
it’s dark blink, a thousand
horrid greasy touches, and
gargoyles on floorboards slink
spider gussets throttle
the rafters and tie up
echoes to be murdered
there, scared lungs yearn
to holler
up where the rank moon is
pierced with a bayonet, it
seeps lunatic porcelain a
lunar wreath pale as moans
