inches before dusk
in amongst
the glisten
faded dukes and
disconcerted pillars
entangle
one another’s
fingerprints
a robot bee
attends to the
foxglove bells
a warbler
enthralled by
glassy winged flyers
a stoke of roots
ink from the
graceful cripple
i tend your
shimmer that
sudden trembles
and tries to remark
tries to but the tide
of the mouth is well -
gleamed, a cathedral
even, swells with,
sighed with
an ache arcs
lightning thru’
the back
as if butterfly’s
have shuddered
thorough minded
cobalt
crimson
sudden-eyed-out-vermillion
in amongst
the glisten,
of spider cotton floors
and the moths
that assemble
there desiccated
the swoon of
bent worlds
below
so distant now
their grapple
vague
and
barely
able
that view roams silence
that seagull
soared window
an ease of
slow drifts grey
the solitary i -
find in watching
the breeze fingered
grasses
held there like
fly appalled
webs, breathable,
some kind of
lung shimmer
that tree points
from the wind hurried
cliffs, balancing birds
imperfect limbo hang
you can imagine
waves in mermaid
song, i drift there
often
thru the swirls of
ever folding wet
blues, drownable
and sublime
mostly i
laze there in
narratives of
water
staring past the
sill, staring past
rusty land, below
isn’t quite adult
it has severe paces
of drowning as if
everyone is filled
with rain
he’ll not know
oh trip of rain,
first sunbeam audiences
then shimmers greyly, tear stained
worse still, thumbprints
of water wields this
sadness further
wears us soul coloured
but sucks the smile from
its birth
of all the days a crew-
cut feels the knives
feels audible ice
cold cars squat and
gargling old oils want
to be full of footsteps
wants to be away in these
filthy veins, someone’s
eyes vampire’s refusal
a bent dog coloured
shrapnel by a dustbin lid
an offal kind of mirror
the day’s death is saying it is
unlit and won’t be responding, deep
in the armchair of morose and sulking
many are masks and droned
with striding, dreary has
come to rededicate its visit
gloom about, an oversized coat
of cheerlessness, air of dropped
pages bland as faces
a crow twosome tiptoes
awkward as rigor mortis,
anorak sacks of soot
watchful as i ran from the rain’s
frantic aim quite dewdrop molested
but root down warm
a newspaper chased
by an invisible lung
a gust of fingers
dances thru its print
coffee lures a dash into
buttery decor, a lair of
people gateau-lipped
addicts, confectionated
frothy drown-ables collect
stares, where the lonelier
go deeply into cappuccinos
go under oh collared throats
ah sublime glow-rush-a-feeling-
fiery-lively-lit, attention blazes like
yearning, on my wishful knees for
the strudel king scarcely layered
pastries ransacked with blushes
full of cardiac crawls, a cherry in
twisted mouthfuls, dreaming it
was you, there’s cream enough -
to make slopes sexual inevitable
to bury what truly likes to be
hidden, my life for instance,
without touches what is existence?
there to stride thru, to lie
in snow peak form and be
utterly consumed, thorough as
reaching i wish you were -
over me by the glass cabinets
come pilfer my intimacy my
secretive hinges, words are about
honey, come wintry meringue
take you by the zip undo the bored
planet that i am listed lost in, simply
fill it, make sore-sighed-eye-shouts
mauve fantastic
each gaze i try to stealth “of pretend
look aways” became magnetic and
refused every other direction
of all the smiles what would snare
most? my heart-soars-ballistic heading
upwards towards finishing, i offer
invitation and absurd anatomy
pirouetted sugar architecture
such wispy buildings, come
collapse my chest inwards as
you leave without notice or a
glance to make myself more
risen, leaving turns to gargoyles
shards and shrapnel eyesores
a departure of unlikely
unlikely as love,
mine is a dice
not going to happen