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