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


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