love me

think waking, so be

the lakes of drowning

my prince on a torn horse

now is the hearse of

morning, feel commitment

almost counterfeit

whilst the window is

a throat outwards onto


the pillow now wrecked

i dreamed was a lover

opened as a dirty envelope

lonely did not exist, wreathed

in sperm, sighs and spittle,

heavenly hole for the heart to crow

thirst had to be caffeinated

and that wakeful already

fatigued, anchors from under

where sleep is a kingdom of

false clothes and has the harmony

of tongues in addictive song

but daylight won’t have it, the more

my body languishes the fiercer more

halogen-like brightness becomes

and those corpses out there lead to

queues whilst sinister traffic

exhales poison

i’ll not mainstream today, am too

heavy lidded and elbows wanting

to share the floor, let ceiling gazes continue

was i only a two glance worth last night

and both shrank? no invite to rip me to

find me other than ordinary

i have palaces that want to be wandered

and fingered for the shivers that such

touches bring ignition

this gash of old lonely, i am not solved

was i not meant for that regal curve of

a benevolent universe?

love is adjacent to seldom i know, the

obscured of heart are beaten petals

and frozen rope for valentine’s to hang

the longing ache to be loved, the longing

want to be included in someone, may as

well shriek the moon downwards

desire, its lust, these futile ghosts

flee tepid warmth into a refugee of

coldness and snuff out intuitive sparks

a moth in night flight

small sewing machine whirs

all fluttering wings

caution from mayhem

where the night jar sings

aloft shouting owl

and vixen bark

past crippled branch

from drowsy lark

suicide headlights dash

come false bird velvet unheard

thru gossamer slept streets

and hallucinated cement

amidst breathlessness

black drifts nightly cinder

where death sews anew its

genderless nightshade fingers

fake firefly no-glow-no-belly-

coals swoons against yellow

blaring window panicky almost,

my stillness almost broke

glances exchange this uncertain

night, the shroud we both stare,

exiled, you mosaic eyed into,

and i drowned depths out of

you seduced my untrue fire

condemned to mesmerise

until spiders

have you murdered

and me upon which unfulfilled

wishes try breathing should they

learn of the sky, as damaged sighs

they would flee buRning out -

mismanaged desire

the onyx womb-an

this a room of near stars

if scars succeed, stopper-

the comets to come, a catastrophe,

a silence will have dirge begun

honey deception for that planetary

martian where want is more desirable

than god, a bee carves worship and

a tongue that knows the right lanes

comes to this adult addicted terrain

where monthly a lunar dot furnaces,

“i am full of sharp indecipherables” she cries,

shakes a cut from trouser vertical smile

oh absurd swoon, repeat shudder whilst

gazers soar their “elsewheres” then

deleted mood an aftermath-slovenly-pyscho,

out-glowed and what insisted, shrivels

returns him to the soot of boredom

renowned for its daft slumber, she’s

indigo weathers all clattered mirrors

in seismic applause and spasm

what has the serpent done to the wound?

made magma its groan but loneliness a

bandage no amount of crowding will undo,

the wall will always return unlimited staring

that kernel-bowed-buckled-bower

a soil of creased sores all folded

floors, a heartbeat’s red cargo,

flotsam grenades honeycomb furniture

ah dull bright insincere everywhere

oh flesh-throe and cordial twitches,

seamstress how it writhed almost

holes broken, comes home fading

strummed its violent discord -

until oneness reunited -

a double sphere worded outwards

a clay lounge

of confiscated senses, we

trod as aliens but felt quite at home,

inside, our wishes, our demands met blind

this yard a finite cosmos

of wet capillary dresses,

no trolls to harm us

no horizon to wander

eddies secretly sighing could

be languages of air, a

constant stream of see-thru

no visitor can intrude

that arch of warm discolour

there the nets fully wince,

we peer from sideways shaped oceans,

a foetal poem of stray rearranging atoms

not quite breath

in a pendulum’s swing,

this space that visors

that incites the hinge

strode blackness to this unique throat

noise ablaze shout-ables,

voiced thunderbolts and

surreal clinical flavour, ufo’s

repeating tasers

the hourglass we shrug thru

from apparent seed

flimsy as parchment to

sturdy-scaffold imago

transparent and hollered as an image spilt window

drowsy, then swept as sea horses in a tide

slow oh slowly dew apparel

hasten slower, mellow mallow

sculptures of ceilings flow'd over,

interrupts the upward’s jagged

watched grasses laze their leaning,

breezes hardly leafing hardly breathing,

considerable sleeping much is under

eyelids, bees subdued musicians

there yawns glass enthralled wave

onto quiet grey idyllic shore,

silent floors sunbeam gather

no sharp insect or raucous flutter

ether, gossamer thumbed -

disturbing nothing, noise is taken

when sound is gone, the underside

of a coffin's peaceful residing

quite dreamless quite ethereal

watched whilst walking amongst

cloud, drifting moist wakes that

isn’t rain and tearful, cascades and

other such soothing calms

we slumber among an ammonite’s spiral

tumbling the unlit shallows then furthers deepness

completing velvet canyon to precipice leaps

lullaby disarmed, we stir like fish

disturbed by murderous herons

amazed at such fleeing, metallic

dashing and gleaming


a stir of agitated rays twisting -

blackouts and tornado scarves, ink

quick hares thru’ strewn nerves chase

we gasp from quite underneath

shatter the shell’s ambient grip

dash thru cellophane grasped shimmer

whilst sleep thaws its strangled hinge



failed seas

tipped under








trespasses ambient


in cracks

where mirrors

are told not to

no room

for the clown’s smile

about to be beheaded


is emaciated,

night broke its terrible mouths

a lifetime’s

filthy sleeps or

so the corpse feels

from this

rehearsed nerve

i grew dead


in a dismantled


star rotted

the usual mindfuls,

days, minuted holes


mortuary themselves

stillness and ill

limitless everywhere

exception being this selfish prism

a fence inward turning its insults

black lidded

cumulous inch out

the rays

birdsong muzzled

and laughter

drained of every colour

those on







in a jar

of electric blazing

dead skies

dead lightening

rushes in



grows awful shadows





here to


and does

by slow




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