exit to alzheimer



bowed-swollen-cripple-

creak-woe accepts

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 pigmented museum


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

wakefulness, 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 sat up headstone


a grey so stooped

a mercenary yawned suit,

bramble thick planets

such berry pursued ink


a dead architect falls,

callouses have gone over,

pantries of alert fungus

exact dissolving cities


rot has a script

a stealth unseen

thumbs, an incentive

to squabble stagnant


those pregnant ponds are

now bereft cots for

the reeds to chafe

in emptied whispering


quit this medley of cadavers

seeped with indistinct edges,

quit their melancholic song

that undoes sutures and hinges


to death with you all

those curled in stasis

or lazed in rotten bandages

of awkward summer



apprentice



softly worked atoms until

the bland shore increases width

richly worded and unfolding

from creamy sea cartons of surf


grey occasional poets seethe,

how do you copy a nerve

in prose? your pen usurps

its ink, a-reef-sudden-aneurysm


all out pages become

servants rid of blank

rectangles filled with

tenderly meant scratches


deep stars everywhere

for voyeurs to exact upon,

a voltage to sait

and fulfil gazes


i turn your pages like years

“repeat-literary-hinges”

no rust or boredom can offend

fresh off the finger when written


wants to get into your bones,

persevere with those molecules

the idea hums until convincing

each axis to explode


about to read what made

your protein exhibit such

strict nectar, such a

strangled uniform


a lament illustrator or a

bee crooked home, an

intrusive stranger or

sad-eyed-whispering-persona


all sadnesses about to be roamed

can you fill the sky with enough holes?

yes, a honeycomb of rain

dusk upon every word-pour-out


who will buy your successful angst?

anyone? corpse people in

gothic ashtrays? the swan necked

beautiful? those who repeat tears? perhaps


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