chasing yesterday, now can never be




morning has

the gleam of old chrome

hedgerows

drenched with

illustrated snares



why don't you catch

me there

amongst the

aphid dead,

undo the pages



i won't offer



stood up to the neck

with yesterday's dusk

heckled by impatient

breezes,

chasing the fingerprints



i want here



the morning of

another archive

grey hedgerows

persist with

glistened murder



traces emerge phantom snowdrops



edges where

voltages quicken,

hedgerows

laced with loneliness

bring out the theatrical dead



the buds i thought were spring proceed with rust



morning brings

me no further,

hedgerows are

pure empty

no bee would fumble here




put time under




won't this minute

be over soon?

i hate all clocks

their passion for wasting

taking me atom from

atom



i've worsened thru'

daylight, only sleep

has the empire

i roam and i

stride it well




nursing home





like melodies

of snow

snow over

eyelid quiet

disappearing

the eyesore



monologues

keep themselves

mute or under

subdued

surfaces

dead like



the window

nourishes

the room

where roots

the corpse

such easy wasting




whispering world





hearse worriers

shadow

increase suicidal

skies



daylight murderers,

dusk happens

to re-intrude

to smother



ghost if you will

silhouetted dreamers

some are cold lovers

seeped with dead roses



there are soft voices

in rust hinges

mushroom vocals

under floorboards



words slide down the

mist enamelled panes

like dewdrops torn

or the inside becoming rain



there in the half edge

between the pillow's

daily assassin

honey wrapped sentences



a muffled swapped

shared conversation

a hum if you will of

atoms spinning and spun




king colour greyness






believe that the air is doped

why else are mouths crammed full

with stupor and words that cannot

be bothered to shake out



wake is to circle, become

zombie traffic and ghosts of

coffee addicts, a clone of

bored copies



another drizzled minute another,

lean into the slope of a deep drink

too much dreaming pacifies

that numbness exists



where are those dreamed of exits?

that final gossamer to become rope?

populations do not fit their lives well

and star gaze into the precipice



quit clock serial menace i am

fed up to the throat with greyness

the only blandness i am king

of, even the bed is disinteresting



dulldom and roots full of lifelessness

the window is obese with grey satire,

grey in the moist trees, grey in the

monochrome stride we roam



there's tired contaminating the

marrow and blood thins it's words,

this box has is too many hours in it

i want this day rid




you ain't no better than the devil





could have been a shadow

tattooed hand that broke the sun

all fiery filaments subdued



chatter creeps up the spine

something like rain glistens

at nerve endings



drop yourself 13 floors,

silenced, only to

reawaken



the way this day gives up

like an ill humoured drunk

too much floor upon gazing



“i do what i am shrieked at”

stiff time passes by like

a cemetery donation



witness cripples drop

their fingers at autumn’s

moan



four years have shuffled

and the written envelopes

have yellowed



rise up thru it’s drink, a wet

whisper, a recall to reoccur,

don’t



ouija sentences you

watched over like an eerie funeral

director vigil over a coffin lid



everywhere has too many places

too many stealths and stalks,

echoes hurt most when rippled



there’s snipers in the past with

well aimed ballast, sutures to

reopen yesterday’s happen



valentines pushed on a knife

still you glower like

a haunted eye



too many gales rip there

sullen as hell is miserable,

let the devil retake you



but the page is

suffered with you,

turn if you will another blame




wasted





washed with the skies burden

constant wet bullets

and the morning's coffee

is not stoked yet



broke eyelids

betrayed with weak

insisting sunshine,

wake yourself dead



the tastes of yesterday,

films bring up the last

voltage before

finishing



floored is where the

face is always met,

ceilings lower their

suffocating inches



and the shoulder feel

terrible with crows

weighed down with

too much swallowed rain



wasted



if i could command

windows, such apertures

would be soldered

and glued curtains




narrow



oh king of

your spiteful

cauldron



stir the

webs of

your bile



it's not

nature,

sew up their mouths



with nylon



damage their

crayons

burn down



such rainbows



moral poison

brings up

such churches



liars all of them



oh the devil

would be so proud

yuletide is owned by him



jaw on

a pulpit

too many tongues



infect

the beheaded

the celebrity of crosses



how pure the crooked

cunts in frocks are,

preying upon badly written



pages



oh crow

in a godless sky

look down fearful



tearful



the spires

catch upon

broken heaven



gargoyles look upward

and meteors strike blazes

wish you'd topple into splinters




met



this cruel

once

narrates

sadness



makes it's

bold rain

narrow

seeping



sold a sea

you gave me

heart washes

inland stubborn



when

will not

happen

again



stir that

moonbeam

backward to

it's broken archive



where you stood

like masculine

shimmer, discontinue

that hurting picture




written out





up where ether

deserts you

the pen is

frozen at it's

ink sting



it’s anchor

flung dry



so follow the

skies in your mind

shatter the landscapes

therein



all words are

fenced under

voltage and kept

mouthless

quiet



how do you

usurp

blank pages?

make proud

the invisible unwritten?



fallow, fallow

everywhere

fallow non

compliance



this ether has

never been duller

more intuitive

dead or illusive




ribbons



found by

the stooped

thistles



where

wither is

most groping



torn cartoon

flowers, petals

spilt of their artistic redness



crayon red everywhere

toe to root, root to

stocking, sucking from the creased hem



frayed by,

rooted thru’

like a searched pocket



pale as a pupa,

a bled cocoon

a caricature of morgue sleep



where the investigating

fingers of breezes

take to caresses



whose to find this

strewn slumber?

this boy in a broke dress



sadness seeps soil songs,

and grasses molest

prying



found by

and cried by the

rain



misery



hey there

you in a glum

coat

coloured

dismal ashes



dismantle

everyone

encouraged

with sunshine



suit yourself

grimmer,

eyelids hold

in the rain with

so much delicious grey




crow among the buttercups



docile slopes

of

dewdrops hasten

gleaming

sparkled

sunstroke glinting



forget frost all of

you and temper hearts

with irresistible honey

picnic the joy of

burst flowers sending

up their muskiness



enjoy the roamed floors

busy with grasses and

quick scuttling things,

laughter in shimmers

pollen ghosts newly

born air



leaf looms are unfolding

balconies of shrugged greenery,

played tunes between the

boughs where the skirmishes

of excited wings out

sing one another



sleep has gone from the soil

and roots greedy buzz,

makers are web achieving,

grimaces are smoothed out

from sullen into brimming,

bring out the larks and



similar cascading




sleep's assassin




in slow tideless shells

wandering the gleams

falling before me a

landscape of deep

pillows



it's slow ether

rising dusk like

and mellow,

transparent ideas

shape small hands



fathoms of

pearl coloured

atoms i descend

the full ravine

of white colours



ink fine manta rays

ghost the sunlit

meniscus

offering up

turbulent jewels



whispers are woken

hollered thru',

shatter dense slumber

mad-for-it-trumpets

and alarms




tooth



you all wrists

and handsomeness

weather wound my

heart into a shadow's

accomplice



there's flint and steel

harshness



makes me

want to crouch



the stealth i prefer now

is always witnessed



you pull my limbs

pursued with bites



there's a puncture

to my breath



the shell i make around

me hardens



but teeth are fast

and quicken




plastic hours



birthday? fuck that with a sour

cake, another slime year for

the coffin to have you dwelling



another put on mask where smiles

disappear down into, being sucked

thru’ bitter portals, queue for being obsolete



burn the calendar’s gape it’s

all borrowed eyes these ill assured

days detritus hours rotting like bad hair



there is poison in the minute

given you, time takes it's murder well

and persists like a sunny disposition



the bed is not to awake from but wants to

keep possession, a mortuary slumber

where cells become silent suicide bags



had a lungful? want that clock to

perish? stick your face in deep gin or

cruise the steepest bridges



easy limbo for that deadness to occur

shove the suffocated hourglass’s

smashed blood to lifelessness



yawned with the same old skies that

paint misery with a fondness, limit heartache’s

motorway, well travelled mindlessness



unravel heads some other mind says

expose the tired comets and the

shrinking shrugged universe



there’s a wreckage at the bottom

of every drunk glass, this holler reeks

of eye-less-ness, let daylight pass



another sullen layer and the choke

worthy crumbs of fate, too many

bandages to consider red clothes



lifetimes are too soaked with holes

perforated ideas leak out the soul,

took to nearby atoms, evenings spill themselves



like medicated head rushes, finding

limbs and thoughtfulness, spiral down

thru’ the abyss, down drowning molasses



anniversary of albino gazes in

cadaver mirrors, i’ll not celebrate

the pointlessness of becoming nearer



becoming the footsteps of being borrowed,

hollows attain hollow for rain to

sea itself immeasurable fathoms



i’ve taken to count bones of another

and discarding lovers from stained pages,

seconds dwindle and hearses pile at the edges



silhouettes advance their coroner gropes

and faraway corridors quickly connect

in spiderwebs



half a drenched moon slips

it’s lunar carcass

torn by it’s sell by date



and sleep slopes over forever

do not wake the blood that

dresses the root



birthday?

bury it’s

sound




ouch



moment meant

to shimmer

to arrive at

blissful shiver



instead was brimmed

full of hurt



those albino sheets

exert a tale of

stale colognes

and yesterday bodies



nerve endings bent

where phosphorus

meteors struck, you eyes

shout



thought you were an ok

fuck

now i want you out of

my selfish glisten




vicious





went for

like a predatory

sharp clawed

mouth



like a tooth seeking

jagged it's worst

wound, let the mind

tear itself



squeezed-bile

-words-fire-hot

and blister the

internet target



there is poison in

despicable voltage,

a message

from the murderer



a thousand trolls

applaud lavish hurt,

and the subsequent

suicide it caused



nasty bit of

callousness,

snipers in

the bitter electrons



a cowardly assassination

strides faceless

thru' out the hooked

herd



bitches under

invisible bridges

spoil their cruel fingers,

bloom into callouses



witches behind

their ordinary pages

molest normal,

and prowl the obituaries



with savage nectar

dripping self indulgence,

rip apart the faun

in it’s brothel lair



share it’s broken outline

to the voyeurs and snared

eyes stuck to the mainframe,

violent lickable lusts shoot



until the next cut, gut out

the unsuspecting, hang like

unnatural spiders looking for

unaware sushi to soil



about in the hidden alcoves

facelessness in amongst

the assassin’s grope, any

suspect can be culled



wade the screen with careful

glances, the glimpse of reaching

will expose the wreck, another

goner for their boners to be blissful



switch off the nuisance sky,

pale the narcissus cloy of

watching electricity perform

feats of fear




presence





song

came

thru'

the

bare branches



i thought you

whispered there

often



tho' frost

is often,

feel you wrapped

thru’ out my heart



it warms me here

with sudden

mediterranean seas,

that stripped tree



appears

cherry blossom

like tiny blushes



then the

song went,

took the flowers

but left what it meant



lucky black needle




there is nothing in the sky

this steel grey incorporates

everything stared at



muffled head sparkage

and blank pages appear whiter

the pen seems drier



sadly the morning is dead spaces

for dreamers to clone their silence in,

quiet travels sadness well



midday nourishes no one

roots are discovered and

usually severed



floors do not tolerate pausing,

myself in a minute caught like

a trafficked star in a prism



stood against the swarm of boredom

terrible doldrums and gloom shouldered mountains

exact your disappearing atoms



you knew me once i expect if you think thru'

the groaned archives where rust is stacked

like disabled trees over autumn



that thought of yesterday that roamed moment

i ran in now cinder shrunk lanes

deeply engaged with night's attempt at blindness



this stubborn day leaves me like an aftertaste

refusing it's slowness to go,

persisting like an injury



i see the edges that permit dusk, start with permeating

ink dresses across the horizon,

wrap the blindfold miles



the door will shrink so do not bother,

intrusion won't be allowed, i reverse the

unravel of daylight



it stills with the medication, i have sunbeams

inch the ceiling, and music wakes the stillness

upon word empty pages



my lucky constellation, the soar of not

being here, oh wonderful elevator falling

free fall, plummet like a hawk's shadow



muse makes indigo and perfect turquoise

happen, sculpt the scape i am dew ridden with

jewels of every edible type



no amount of jagged outside will be let in, not

one pore or slight hinge, i am where the sea

should be and the sky is drowned



my blood owns it's own sparkle, it's initialled bliss,

what writes is from nerve endings

and northerly glistened kingdoms



inks




this night

murmurs too much,

possessing the window

with scantily scraped

fingers



roamed with dusk

the head strides thru'

with too much traffic

constellations too glassy

too full of voltage



it took 47 glances to

reduce my shell

to penetrate obsolete fences

right into panic, into the petal

swirled core



i've said too much

to the mirror, words are

stretched out plasters,

sucked at silences

swallow me further



take the day's splinters

bandage them into

something similar

injuries and all,

ignoring got thicker



foes about their prowl

i know their murders well,

eyes won't molest me

or know that sleep inks me

protection



found


where viaduct

howls

where the winds

snarl



bent grasses

molested by

fierce breezes

stoops the crows flight



found by a

the slow jaw

of a stream's gin

colourless sliding



your hair's a mess

like mad roots drunk

where the soil

gulps broken



you add pink

litmus, brief

blushes in water

then disappearances



that rook stood

pure charcoal

on a brief bough

watches the vole



at your torn clothes
pawing



the ink suitor


the sun bends

nowhere

asleep on

the horizon



comes like

inches

steeped with

dark unseeing

dresses



charcoal masks

disappear trees

and spires are taken,

remove the moon

with a blank screen



and wounds are

made to be real

and tears sit upon the

exits of blood



bring the sea into

bring the gleams to boil

set the tide to capture

most of the stars



tear up the sky

tear up the head's

daily constellation

pour the page with



night's

habitual blindness



appearances


how many fences

do you balance upon?

an equilibrium

lied to



i know where

you gleam next,

i read your eyes

once, knew what it meant



now the clamour

has gone, the roots

of yesterday’s interest

have undone



clay quiet days are

quick to multiply,

and there’s sadness

in everyone’s strangle



even minutes succumb

disappearing if not lived

in, disappearing clocks

also



we are all alliances to

our own perforated

silence, there’s much

to howl this deep down



surfaces are for ghosting

against, and quiet never

replies, do you imagine the

secrets i nourish in the



nudge of my fathom cemetery soil?



you can’t make out the

startled wings, i hid their

glow well, prying will only

shatter them



spoke into an atom

to make these sighs

utterly clandestine,

no one will find



get me off from my bones


when sleep is about,

eyelids are for fastening

i want you in

separate voltages



waste my itchy atoms

initial the blood that

takes me over,

bitumen voodoo



insert muscular

greasy intention

sting the rainbows

into achieving happen



up there with the

moans and startled

sea taken mouths

fill me up more foams



possess the nerve

endings i allow

buzz them indigo

shrieked with abnormal glows



then the second groan

hit the meniscus

hit with spume

arc of violet glisters



gets me off reality

this stained boredom,

go about the bones

like gnawing



and blisses act

like sudden rainfall,

wet in amongst the

electric gaze



shocks like catastrophic

nudges ends in sprays

of whitely lit flowers,

see their entrails blaze



and today slowly spills

further without noticing

the mundane notched

afternoon, grey menaced


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