slopes of sea and steep dew



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

 

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