meniscus



exit to alzheimer







bowed-swollen-cripple


creak-woes accept


broken, tans furnish


stood corpses well





abundant oxides

retire, all excelled


burnish, become capillary


archives, skeleton apparel





chlorophyll taken theatres

bleed at the wind's taking,


a separate sigh for each groan


this pigment mausoleum





weed proud over bee

empire, thistle stranglers


such purple importance


stiffen upon skinny wither





chaffinch abode dark

as crows where the


phantom foetuses roam,


shrill silence expects no one





where breezes deny

waking, far gone


residues of honey


are deep, deep inches





a pronounced slumber




cemetery nurture,

a quiet bell sits


like a launched tongue,


gossamer prowlers between





each headstone




grey so stooped

a mercenary yawned suit,


bramble thick bruises


such berry inks pursued





dead architecture falls,

callouses have gone over,


pantries of alert fungus


exact their dissolved cities





rot has a script

a stealth of unseen


thumbs, an incentive


to squabble stagnancy





those pregnant ponds are

now bereft cots for


the reeds to chafe


in emptied whispering





quit this medley of cadavers

seeped with edges,


quit their melancholic song


that undoes sutures and hinges





to death with you all

those curled in stasis


or from the rotten bandages


of awkward summer





apprentice






softly worked atoms until

the bland shore increases width

rich worded unfolding

from sea cartons into surf




grey occasional poets seethe

how do you copy a nerve

in prose? your pen usurps

it's ink, a reef sudden aneurysm




all out pages become

obeying, rid of blank

rectangles, filled with

tender meant scratches




deep stars everywhere

for voyeurs to exact upon,

a voltage to

fulfil gazes




i turn your pages like years

repeat literature hinges

no rust will offend,

fresh off the finger when written




want to get into your bones,

persevere with the molecules

until saturation hum

convinces each axis to explode




about to read what made

your protein exhibit such

stricken nectar, such

strangled uniforms




a lamentation illustrator or

a bee's crooked home, a

pubic intruding stranger or

sad eye whispered persons




all sadness about to be roamed

can you fill the sky with enough holes?

yes, a honeycomb of rain

dusk upon the page




who will buy your successful angst?

everyone?  corpse people in

gothic ashtrays? the swan necked

beautiful? those that repeat tears?





drone






busy witches admire ruin

of scuppered spires of men




society has it's bleed to make

the page is poured




oh before dusk is absolute

edges starred




become the hive of too

many words




succeed the hole

inched with rain




become again




a richness of

deceptive wings




a poetry

assassin




internal noises of

roots and rooted thumbs




confetti caught ideas

then written upon




constant, constant traveller

pursues beams, chasing none




the drone

goes on





viewing the woken






grey lidded over,

stooped cherry trees

maternal with a million buds




some are phantomly and yet

borne but definitely thought

of in the deep bark




morose buildings

where the sick and antiques

slumber




his weird balcony

of sorts, a curtain less eye

surveys the monotone ants




the car park on which

the bones i used to work on

multiplies it’s full spaces




the presence of rain

about to whisper

like a held back funeral tear




snuffles near but never

quite moistens, cars are

like hearses ferrying




non committal and worry,

listen to mid morning

all termite endeavour





shadow copy






there is a tear built place

where gazes rip,

another silhouette to forget

the sky with




antique poets in broken

reorganised petals, take

their tiny worded arms,

copier of old written muscle




make their silences

your own




plagiarised planet, no idea

is fresh electrons,

that the pen exists for

fingers to ignite thru'




can you borrow rain?

can you copy it’s

wet slackness into prose?

make the idea of someone

else’s bones your own





arrows






seldom jabbers are

well meaning,

scupper talented residues,

them in parasitic coats




aims of dull adders

spleen squeezed begrudging,

fold the artist, creased bones

into defunct bunkers




a strangler from the

least tenderest page




add pebbles to

shoulders, exert

forceful mountains, a

force of deep rooks




undo wonder with a

patrolling hammer, a

clothed shark roams

the typewriter's blood




reduce those stood colours

to insipid puce or beige

corporate straight jackets,

bring on the zombies with stapled mouths




consumer obey those

assassin lords, a

shrieked hand, adore

the yawn of the predator's grin




ink black houses

reside them, turned

on hatred pivots

radish reddish bloated rage




loaded electrons

with tearing  troll criticism,

the page shall never

befriend poet-less criminals





rootlessness






where will you find your stance today?

neither root empire or

sunbeam puppeteer




there’s not enough anchor

to keep the sky in pause,

no straight jacket to

give the mind ruin




this breeze won’t be caught

the prism’s gleam can’t be held,

meniscus cleverness

no recluse in a shell




taken by the tide’s communication

no footstep can set it’s stone,

there’s a swarm about catching applause

i’m travelling speedier atoms alone




find me in the nourished quiet

where seldom gazes incline,

stillness has no fence to collect me

when all is being buried




drifting my own nerve’s intention,

there’s not noose enough

to tether the ease escaping


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