death day
gloom becomes
inkier
blackcurrant
deeper
dusk warblers
salute the passing
of shapes, perished
outlines
this soluble day
the inch of
edges buries
all, chlorophyll
whisperers, root to anchor
silhouette traders
unwrap cinders,
charcoal nocturne's
it's gazers
sea slowed muffled,
daylight shrugs off
from boughs, an
entirety of sleep wades
thru' the shadow molested grasses
inked air
deepness to
every thorough
window
stars, pinched irises
of chrome, widen,
a sleek glove of knives
patrols thru'
wind whipped, convulsed fingers
the plough is left
for dew to rest and
steeples repeat
their vanish
a raven's wing
across the land
where the scarce
pheasants scarper
a ghosting month
this lane
arched with rust,
silent wrists
shuffle the sun
of melted beams
scarce few lit
the footsteps
i meant
moth stale
memories leaf there
thru' the bronze
broken corpses
in hadean velvet
the cotton sheath
daylight imposes
by lit stealth inches,
window's mirror it's
hinge opening beams
i'll not let dusk perish
but keep it where the pillows
exert there mallow defences,
you'll not secure me into percussive
waking, i am where pikes are
in the shale greasy depths
where defiant shrimp fold
themselves, where assassins
ink themselves with scented quiet,
the perforated horizon
i keep it dark
buried up to the black lid
tho' arches ignite gold and
curious coloured air sparkles
my musicians of the hedges
chirrup, trace and blow
their constellations
of predator notes
soon darkness is quite rid
and the cobweb latches part
from their jewel thatch,
bland boughs wake with
oh so furious a song
songs from all beaks
but the reverse of slumber i
invert metres, lord
over ashes and long
draped silhouettes where
the moon is quarter sent
a charcoal sky horizon met
tho' the sunlit roam is fierce and
discovers quiet floating dust
no purpose for such slow somersaulting
aftermaths, like miniature planets
striding above the sleep defended bed
i am moaned at by traffic
by peopled pavements, alarmed at
by sill populated chaffinches,
bring the meniscus over, deeper, lonelier
gone with loams and the vocals of worms
make mute
make deaf,
alienate
the outside
with sea in mind
edges are for sucking
smoothed out throating
a continuous sea of aquamarine creases
an estuary in song, music in glisten
jet hair thru' blue rainbow's pulled at
rock pools gather childhood nets
heron's in stood stance where the cormorant's appear
like dropped rags or ink soaked cloth
the mackerel fleet is here for the winds to suck at
to grimace thru' the empty eyed cabins, rust is a worthy
suitor to those bones of forgotten fishes, jostling
almost aching in the tide's suffering moan
atoms of wanton rushing called back to the sea's
pale winter blood where all river's go to
thin cruel gulls strut the broken decks, if listened to
a bell is drowning it's echo, it's fisherman's guts
takes him to where, to where
chased hares by a
hawk's shadow,
knowing nowhere
he follows
where the soil's musicians hum
takes him to where the raced winds
go
thin cries, a sombre calling, grey curlews
perform the sighs of each other,
traces where the dew retreats
weed kingdoms
where so many a rust victim
tries to outlast the
hungry elements
glimpse on by, where the deep
silt swollen pond bulges with
dragonfly suitors
lily-leaped-fly-worn-theatres
succumb to the eyed killers there
suitably corpse dressed
to where the silence is inked most
cemetery slumber, old ashes and stooped
over by grumbling oaks and shrill spruce
skitter squirrels acorn envious of any
sphere watch with quick and faster
eyes him against ivy thick wrists
solemn now, but then where he first
kissed and met with soaring to
it's summer fullest
but no shadow can be traced long, and deep
findings appear mayfly disappearances
and the heart's song is forgotten
sullen there a toad in strangled herbs
no one wants to pick thinking too much water is
bad for drowning
so the wind picks thru' the tombstone teeth
and whispers to the morose grasses that
shrug always greyness
he follows where the sky takes him
the dusk wanderer
sheets of incoming ashes
a thickened darkness,
shrugs the curtains to
whispering against glass
like the blot from a trillion
black fly or a smudge from
starlings swarming obliterates
the sunlight
a phantom breath
considers the cemetery
gates that sing like an ache
when swung
wanderer come thru' the
sinister cinder roots, kingdom
of unseeing follow, sky rook to
wing to crow take the light and
covet
thru' the rotten thumbs that toil
across the dead. a broken beetle
exhibits night, grasses subdue
upon crooked digits
voices put to quiet
wanders the glass silent pond
no white swan wields it's
gliding snow, the rushes
stiff as stood exclamations
roams under the mouth given
arch where lovers stole one another's
gifts, bat fumbled song where the
bridge is at it's deepest
come thru' the coal wrapped ferns
no moonlit interruption,
bandage each sound as it tries
to stir to begin it's new throat
muffled roaming to the dreamed
against windows, horizontal children
rooted to fierce pulling under
scary blunt wrists
goes to where the horizon is dimly
brightest, murders the last
scowling beam, surveys
mankind's intimate slumber, and wanders
to put the stars out
an archive echo
there is
loneliness
thru' the window
where the snowflakes
melt against, tears sliding
down panes
maelstroms here
shrugged violets
in perforated memories
lets the skies leak in
a person so borrowed
by rain
archives of deep
deep blossoms
a scented throe
where the gaze
goes under
yesterday to drown
scrutiny
i am crow
watched,
my every shade
latched to
a crow's stare
jewelled bleak black
sullen carved gazing
follows everywhere
beneath the bough held
moon, this silent sleep
doesn’t obscure intruding
and the waltz of flies
deliberate ink theatres
for the butcher bats to dine
creased calls scared of
owl listeners or slunk foxes,
foxgloves look silhouette spears
by the stream, by the stream
my fingers ease into the coal
coloured water
i am crow
stalked,
my every dream edge
crowed over
by a share of shadow
where i find no one
there where the roots
secure their nourished
dwelling and
the marram grasses billow
like blown shirts
you my vague fellow in
auburn boots
shrug into the weeds
waiting for dusk
to covet
to the sea to the blue draped
flatline sea where gulls pursue
the somethingness of clouds
and the slow slow waves
uncurl
i found you once your eyes
looked like mine but twas
full of autumn and hard to
bare when gazed into,
a loneliness burden
there rains often tho'
the summer gape is unbroken
and the ivy whispers up struggles
and the rock rose parched
no honey bee has thirst to visit
the door has a sad mouth and often
has an outline of a man with
too many silences, i think i might
have met him once where the
rock pool crabs wince
his reflection, a water mirror copy
much like me, i resemble the stare
that falls onto where the anemone
appears absurd hair, the glass
will not keep it's ink
where the adder sunlight wastes
and the few thistles shake like
rattled fists, flotsam wood
shaped like a mermaid
waits returning
and where i stood grimaces of
sky seem to reach, appearing
like soot pages, wind shaping,
the anchor of my longing
won’t set
often i have looked but silence
is a well roamed place and
wants patronage, worse still
to stay, to ferment, to
decay
and the narrative comes off
unfurling waves, there could be
voices amongst azure rolling
then into white foams breaking
there is a foe, it follows and copies
and wanders my footprints,
it’s not where i wanted
where has my charcoal coated
fellah gone?
i’ve become that minute of being gone
those roots have
perished, no anchor
to keep me secure
to rust distant days
i've entangled myself
in the brambles of
others i've no footsteps
of my own
shadow does make me,
clocks they sculpt me
further in opaqueness,
stood against immense atoms
i'm disappearing now down
rotted lanes, i see the charcoal
wraith horizon nearer now
much vaguely clearer now
the surrender of my incomplete
song, the music that nourished
cells and seeps into calcium
made cities
a retreating tide where the stars
used to paint the waves,
takes the silences from me
like a cold autumn snares late blooming
sullen message
steep birds
chase sunbeams
they creak over
moth coloured hills
offering shrill
nuisances to the few flies
incoming horizon of
spreading deep black burgundy scarves
purple alliances are
asleep
beneath where the
silences are woken from stealth
no fern will uncurl
their underneath stupor
when will the swoon of
such songs begin the
landscape's blush?
to ripen the muscle’s movement?
gone birds
and the air is vanished,
not one echo for
the hills to be crouched over
where is today but autumn?
the seasons seem to
snare themselves for
me to notice but such
calendars are
pointless
sharp-hidden-jagged
a secret silence so
ached
unbearable waking
days lean into one
another, vague sleeps
are so thin that i seem
awake
pursuing vanished
constellations, chasing
a silhouette i used to
recognise
but the sun is down in
it's charcoal depth too
pale now to bother,
too many slumbersome
hours to fill
still as a tree mid autumn
cold as a bee frost shaped,
stood in the rust filled
garden
watching wither as it
happens, a slow conjure
of dying, corpses shrug
under ideal leaf lids
going thru’ silence
i am thru' the brambles
thru' torn reaching
there are fingers wanting
to pull under soil
pale horizon
exert your anaemic
sunrise, like a fountain
of spring infected flowers
all of them bleached
blunt breezes knock against
a thousand cripples all of them
leaf taken, stood for the grey
recurring sky to abandon
the phantom few shrubs
scant drops to attend thirsts
pale horizon
where i am threaded by
white amethysts
i stroll the carved shore
where the waters whiten further
a grey suck over greyer
shingle, colour is taken from everything
the tide refuses stillness
then muscles were sung to
an enticing dew
and there could be no
pause no stoppage
up with the buds
protein surf
a similar song of
smudged silence
about to hinge open
about to uncurl
spring maddening trumpets
blind blushes exert intimate
roots, intimate digits, sap has
a swollen river to get rid of
comes with the moaned grasses
with the strewn bedclothes glittered
where sighs tremor and repeating
underlining indigo, mauves and blue
like a startled shoulder stood upon
by voltage, a thunderous voltage
rapt in certain shudder a
liquid shiver ensues
and ensures shimmer
unrequited
i dream of him
often,
under eyelids
i perfect him
further
enter me, enter me
like a frost
like a strong root
interrogates the soil
i feel buried in
my most glistened to
reassurance you'll come again
like spring, autumn ought
to rewind, and the footsteps
i want to be yours
is absolute quiet
return to the
stale woods
where kisses
are moss and
fingerprints rots
that stars have witnessed
thru’ sparse or bare bough
the wander of loneliness
it usurps the sad left over
songs of gone birds
quiet gazing
oh so quiet my gaze is,
wishes dreamt of are ditches
for their corpses to dwindle
there was rain once, much
like a sea, now not a drop
not an inch of dew
whisperer why won't
words appear? no page
wants interfering, ink is broke
soft burnished horizons a blush
of incendiary bronzes, trees
are given to dusk here
a steel sharp heron glides onto
liquid glass, there is a sigh
amongst the charcoal high grasses
wrap around me night of subdued
fingerprints, subtle seeps of
autumnal promise
oh so quiet my gaze is
where the windows have
withered the view
roam
thru' out sleeps
entirety this empire
of opaque fallen
spires, keepsakes, melodic
fantasy, a silhouette
leans against the abrupt
purple hills where pale
sunbeams stray to linger
by the wild rose scented
hedges, near the rust
compliant gate you
stand as if waiting for
another spring to come,
tend to my gaze, bring
jewelled covered sighs
to my nectar beginning
thru' out the day's dusk
i'm borrowed not living,
but by moonlit bough i
am under and shrill with
ether, when your cotton
white body moans against
mine like an opal existing
tide rushes
soak the dry bushes, wet thru’
yearned synapses, about us
is thunder, a roar’s maelstrom of
breathed out petals and static
surprises, come invigorate the
crimsons planets of my blood
i'll suit the weather you give me
swallow me anyway
when waking intrudes slumber
kissed fissures i'll still be stood by
the rust whispering gate, waiting,
waiting for spring's blossom to come
like a keen wild shouting wind, when
shall your silhouetted presence
ink the bed with me dowsed
in your gather?
crow following
leant into the steep wind
curdled deep black coats
chacking as their shadows
take them wherever their
charcoal wings go
up to the tall sculptured
clouds where thunder hides
itself, thru’ the kept rain
down to the moaned
boughs all creaking gropes
where the crippled orchard
stoops it's rotten wares, a
murdered woman had lain
there for hours, takes her shadow
as it leaves
look at her still sleep,
quiet as ashes, a murmured
finger of a breeze thru' the
auburn tangle, she leaps
where the crows take her
where the cockerel pauses
on the stiff stood against spire
weather will have you one day,
a flat panel beaten bay tries to
glimmer
where the careful eagles pace
their rare nests, crows are too
mob worthy to chase,
leaning into difficult voices
every breath has it’s muffled hearse
and crows do create trees
shrouds of ink spree scarves
dedicated to dusk
where most of us follow
into scarce dreaming
wander
wend the purposeful hedges
to the glare of pouring panes
words built of guillotines afraid to
air their scented syllables meant
a purple prose horizon exacts
the spires in successful disappearances,
a filigree of elaborate fingers
succeeds with crows
hear the gentle lung ease with moans
thru' the thicket of silent sloes
a window met with fingerprints
as if your body was covered with them
sorrow and the sea
tear smooth today
for tomorrow to unfold into,
gulls like painter sketches
scratched onto the pale
moving sky
creased there with sullen
voiced harmonious murmur,
together the high up moans
where salt tailors cannot
reach, grieves
words do not harbour
but pour out drowning
one another out into
the swallowing water
“nourish me further” wetly sighs
slopes and sudden
silences,
waters fold amongst
itself, within itself and
unfurls headless
strides towards a yearn of
into come gasps and retreats
back thru’ it’s liquid glass
body i cannot gargle into
but want to wander thru’ completely
and this day narrates it’s
blown coldness thru’ the
talkative grasses thru’ the
windswept ribs, greyness
paints the bay a shale grave
rain has happened
oh loss
my custodial of rust
bring the sky down
weeping
i see silence
about to happen
a tear about to
bleed
all of autumn's hinges
an old song of shutting,
windows lain bare
with lonely gazing
flowers long under in
deceitful slumber
will break there
will dream of perfect stems
below worms shrugging
thru' root hummed empires
where old bones make
anew
grey here is the same as
oceans or above, torn of
every happy colour, the witness
of the wood is sombre
far from a hundred spires
i gave the ghost of a man
to the girl that longed for him,
bent back tulips and
scarce crow boughs
each one a jagged corpse
a sculpture on the crooked
horizon, ink drinks me up into
complete dark litmus
if i bury him near then petal's
smell the past to reawaken,
come up my fingers like
dusk, like bruised aphids
oh floor ruined moon light
toil with swarm of weeds
where touches won’t approach,
steel frayed lunar dresses float
a loneliness so abrupt it’s
unbearable, knowing that
another wakes beside the
silence i now turn to
empty yard where we drank
meadow infused gins, and lazed
there comfortable eyed, far now
from where i sit, bare looks at no one there
where the overflow gnats haze and
meddle in corners, a kiss could have
neared, come oh so much closer when
such fly nuisances obscure
air smells newly somewhere mown
fox echoes narrate stealth’s darkness,
the chair painted sorrel and leaf like
fingerprints, nobody opposite staring
where will you wander? in another’s arms?
far from shore strode shingle, far from
the whispering multi-voiced fields, far
from where i gaze into the bottom of a glass
tearing the sky
rip up silence
it's orchestra's of quiet
appall with noise
shriek out,
snarl winter's
opaque claw
occlude the squeezed
sun, smash each root that
nourishes peace
infiltrate white bleak thumbs
sorrow has stealth of
spider larders
hang with the boughs
icicles interrupt the
loose stream
azure cold eyesores
a sculpture of crooked
cloud cripples
crow about me like
insufferable wings
thin ash voices
waist up to the most
shouted hurt, tacks, or pins
or six inch metal fingers
swallow them, incorporate such
sharp replacements
usurp this ink thick pain
no amount of animate sharpness
will distract the grief
giving hearse
death never slept
stooped into flowers as
you sleep
can you hear the fragrances
as others weep?
beneath cherry tree
a ghost to slumber
where now will you
wander?
this quiet
see the moment suffer,
complete each atom
before it breaks,
there is such sadness
with the rain
falling, glistening
like enveloping
whispers, where
the bluebells cloy
late spring
there is a sea in a
tear, a tear in the noise
the world makes, torn
to absolute silence,
become cemetery shyness
where watched roots
do not wither and lasting
sunbeams wander, i'll
find you there waiting for
bluebells to shrug their sleep
it's a quiet i will always keep
when that minute dies
i have rid the sky
of every constellation
subdued the sun
under drunkenness
but the pain is lit
i cannot suffer the
jagged horizon or
it’s cold concrete spires
fold away those memories
into deep dark creases
fold away the sea
easy as counting water
time, has it broken upon the
watch? or stopped in the blood's
calling for rust? gaze upon the
stood month where
death lazed exact minute of
departure, felt the colours of
everywhere become sorrow,
heir to so many raven wings
the why is woken
forever
won't happen but
tomorrow will
with silence
hours will not
fall into place
and floors are
disconnected
mouths stuck
on gape, and ether
addicted will
not dream again
today's sky is
pained, today's
head is full of
childhood dew
a carousel of
limitless colours
fades, tomorrow
is edged with
cemetery echoes
of dead clocks
there are plenty
fulfilling faces in
their locked gazes
too many seasons
have passed into
disintegration like
most disposable friends
now is too much hurt,
of being broken
slow atoms leak
from reality's stood
this moment always
is, a discrepancy of
vague months, suffer
accomplishes none
stare thru' ripped
time, possessed by
yesterday's affection
an archive of pulled
pauses
always is
a bleak black wave
breaks
all fallen flowers
stranded
exact falling is
how it will always be
white honeycomb
ravines
like forever
infinite grey
beaches, dull rain
and rusted edges
too sighed out to be
hopeful breezes
the sky is full of
empty lightning
empty constellations
like the heart
like the heart full
of despicable ashes
dusk is about
returning into darkness
returning into deadness
empty candle
oh shadow feud
where the blackberry plinths
usurp hedges,
ink tetherers
complete the dusk's lid
a moonlit hand
a shrieked sculpture
where gales carved that man
into a stoop of
suicidal atoms
murmured mouths where roots
comply chloroform anchors
viaduct hollers where the rain admits
soft sighing deadness
bring the sea inland it asks
too much wetness in the heart drowns us,
burden of boughs bend with heavier
blown flint drifting skies,
october’s lament head’s worth
like a tune that worms
gone forsaken slopes where dew
used to glisten dropped jewels
now pawed with by continuous charcoal
and roamed by winter’s knots,
apply me with the slow drifts of cadaver sleeps
expectant happening
return ashes to the
inwardly foldable dusk of
yesterday
daylight is
dewdrop
emporium
glistened with
sparkled with
tear - torn - jewels
lawns of
expectant eyelids
glistened with
footsteps up to
the sill
the chaffinch worried sill
there a gaze would
pause for ages
until time borrowed boredom
if only memories
would leave me so
glistenable
glisten with you
christened with the
proteins of another
the silk white thin clouds
obey the hurtled breezes
tree committed fingers
return these sullen
ashes, cinders of
perforated veils
and daylight is
robbed, drained of
beams
the gaunt sleek curtains
draw silence
like muffling humid hands
whilst time endures
whilst the charcoal
bed copies night
you'll not return
until the horizon spills
with startled sunshine
crimson first
of a trillion bud burst
gold infused the grey deep hills
then wander over
me again like soporific bees
or rain seeping inches
rust acceptance
leaf swirled window
a kept tear,
torn skies are for
holding near
nearness is all
i have
autumn rusts far
too well, slips oxides
and deceased browns
discarding masks and hands
the lung’s forecast
and the creased sea
turns coldly bitter
on the wing, it’s
icy voice heads inland
to interrupt the hinges
of gates and public houses
to chase litter-crumpled-dresses
old men deep in scarves
or the sleeps of crows in
their bleak nests, comes like
a holler and pushes withered
honeysuckle veils over
where the nails have rusted, fallen
oxides like blood
turns towards stood trees, rushes
amongst them like a frantic
lover looking, to the viaduct’s
shoulders no train will ever wander
over, the howl from such lungs comes
from the sea’s whisper
it startles boats into shrugging
the coast, keeps dreamers awake
by shuffling fences and creaking
their posts, the weep of air is
immense now, comes the rain
from wrung out clouds
pursue the fields over with vigor
unsettling the grasses their wild
unkempt hair flail, shakes the
hedges tears off fingers,
uneasy hedgehog stirs
from worm paused dreaming
blast of sighs, it’s sigh diminishing
as if such fingerprints never existed
uncertain evening
upon the wall
reflection of
slept windows
moon soft hands
reach sudden
glimpses
then ink is
lord again,
a swallower
evening's breath
reconsiders the foliage
about to sleep
turns what is dull
into bright silver
where the fox suspects
winter
there are footsteps
in the hedges
and stealth in
the stubborn roses
watchers snare the
few returned gnats
adding wings to their appetites
disassemble atoms
bring past full
of fresh roots
to burn their buds
to allow winter
to perish
sunshine redeems
shadow
but i am filled
with
beetle black silence
around me
months are
silenced
and friends
root themselves for worms
to nourish
this spill, this waterfall cry
shall topple spires
deafen the wolf's howl,
outdo a sea's temper
you cannot begin
the same atoms
redraw yesterday
but my gaze is
drowned,
drones with the
footsteps i persevere with