winter world calling

should i
when
winter world
calls
fall
lonely
like a child
fearful
in the dark
should
i
forsake the swallowing sun
light can be made broken
should i
when
sleep
phantom
advances
fall
the silent
sigh
should i
disconnect
the sky
and the honeycomb air shimmers
accepting all voices
epitaph
wish
for thou are not eternal,
promise nothing
for flesh is never immortal,
time
is neither guardian
nor keepsake to memory,
should you, veiled
slip the shadow way
cherished
shall be your name,
always
silvered
childhood off to
the gallows and
crow gnawed dark,
nooses are proteins
lashing the roads
for future peril,
swing freely once the
last playground dies
but leashes are only
truly beginning, sexes
are a dash of acorns
and their interrupted
contents for the media
to tear at or render,
none control the
cell’s furnace panic
i imagined
but never truly
happened, what
buries the sigh
so? to complete
itself with an
unfurling tether,
a competent breath?
often i would
think, “what would
that summer be?”
intense? is it like
stars drunk? or
fireflies in terrific
stunts inside the
heart’s continual plummet?
or trying all gleams
at once? a tiny
constellation expanding
pushing outwards from
that silver sung cranium,
that blush of silvery
anticipation, a tremble
expectant, into
this world is sullen
enough yet those
infected with love
are raptures-blurring-
faster no bullet
could overtake,
there are silver cheetahs
racing as blood
i dreamt but
could never fit
the spire together,
i see their edible
silver, and hailstones
coming on command,
a copy of one another’s
attention, duet and stride
the wet shores are
sheets, aftermaths of
opals and sludge
moon varnished, a linen
confession of-allover-
animated fingers,
wreckages of, docile
with outright blisses
i was never
met this way
or approached
by obvious or by
stealth, have i
become my own
superstition my
own pretend ruin?
those eyes with, are
combustible everywheres,
compliant desired edges
where lust is caramel upon,
a slobber of bodies more
salt nowadays than
an infused tide, that love
is pathological
and loneliness is
accompanied with that
confusion silver melting
where only the lonely
abandon their gazes,
sliding in almost
touches but never
touching anyone
halo
in love? fuck!!!
air grows besotted
menaces reason,
reconsider? there
are other preferable
lunacies
once cupid’s thirst’s
been administered,
it’s doting, teetering,
lush sanity weakens,
blood blushed with
stars, flammable
inconsistencies of fever
it plagiarises
cannibalises,
thinks imbalanced
hollows out and
down, into uncharted
precipices
drowned so,
smothered so a
copy of someone
else, devours the
mind’s highway,
exerts it’s iridescent
halo
it sure is blindness
follow wrist first onto
all fours of submission
upon tightrope thinly
swaying, this valentine
sickens into a sweetly
meddled corpse
attrition of, knows no
cease and has gruelling
thumbs that insist on
brandishing ownership,
prints so sincerely
inflicted, mortgages
the soul
other tongues will
be prohibited, it’s
disease will acquire
a permanent bed
where the linen is
always rain damp
and lustful dirty red
stupid as an adolescent,
the minute you spread
your fingers like messiah-
wing-spans, tourniquets
round, my world fumbles
into you, phagocytised even
clumsy-wide-mouth-eyed-dives
-into, like honey addicted
hummingbirds methadone
restricted but deafening in
want, sticky lit and bright
enticement to be stuck onto
possesses to the core
this espionage and it’s dark,
offsets cranial commandments
infiltrates the neural constellation
makes obsession fit, the lie is
forged and is nourished by
the cot that will never rotten
i hate myself for it’s invasion,
you are not my halo, i’m usually
so hole assured i rinse in past’s
affection and it’s usual thrive of
loneliness, i’m used to lonely
sheets no other has christened
stunt of the heart
the invisible
there’s a noose gatherer
who won’t cease until
all flamboyant genes
are subdued, all necks
rid of infected kisses,
cadavers to line religion
with trophy stiffness
finds us fewer, there are
hideouts among sombre
cliches and beige queues,
mosaics of wishes well
hidden and diminished,
crow surveillance can’t unmask
snowflake endurance
it’s snowing the world blind,
blindfolds everywhere everyone,
who is it that hypocrisy guns for?
shadow me further with your
obscene gallows, no atom
un-turned as rage becomes under
the hatred you seek is not here
we are dedicated shapes
beautiful for all hands over,
i heard you tore the skies
apart seeking gargoyles to
kill, to justify the church’s
downward root thru’ and
into masturbating satan
we are disappearances when
looked for, sexual full spires,
two fingers up to the gods you
manacle, we grow more naked
yet insist under this surface
of sullen dances, you yawned all
but we have pink casino buds
shoots and stalks
if urges push us so,
and they sure glow in
the intimate tasting of
one another, strewn brotherly
sea flavoured dna
deep as a tongue could go
it’s not that we are shy for
shyness implies lack of
desperation but no lack of
deviation, we’re afraid of
the blandness that mortgage
the living, so thankful for snow
enticing our joints, danger
should the entirety of desire thaws
a beautiful thing
filled with
beautifully dreamt
crackable dreaming and
breakable wishes
brittle as frozen cobweb
or as gossamer thin,
flower-buds-shatter-deeply-within
this thirst of
a butterfly’s sip
remember how we drank it
and pushed pearls fathoms in
moonbeams aren’t scarce now,
in snow a sudden rainbow
sparks azure-eye-lit gorse fires
ache of
an arc and blisses spill
off from lightning bridges, the
necessary trace roams across skin
collect wet stars as they exceed
then drip whilst falling, sticky
met air wonderfully atom singing
witness each sigh as exhales build
spires to topple to fragment to
mosaics of excitable light
such sunshine
voltage unfurls
trellises of nerve endings, and
aftermath judders dissipate
along rapturous corpses
sex
unthawed
hinge
frozen
closed
blow
reopen
and
grow
thru’,
within,
within
you
blatant
stiffness
orchids
groan
strewn,
a
body
torn
blissed
roots,
how
abdomens
gleam
like
spilt
in
trumpets,
electric
eels
dismiss
their
shocks
into
and
out
as
panic,
muscles
all
a
flutter,
seismic
wonder
and
eyes
dwell
migraine-
like
tornado
twisted
persuasion,
drops
indigo
that
minded
rainbow
shatters
spiteful
almost,
within,
within
you
dna
graffiti
lacquers
and
mixes,
aftermath
into
the
vinegar
of now
the imperfect rose
imagine
a garden
so perfect
it flaws even
god
imagine
stiffness tall
stood tree-like
without blemish, a
skeleton symmetry
roots in idyllic
copy of a
genius torso
that leafs with
breezes above
sunlight pure prisms
an amber that touches
but doesn’t scorch
worships that pause
of green
therein emerald
tender sea not
quite abrupt nor
crouching a spine
burdened stem
but where’s the
melodic crown?
tucked inside so
selfish a hinge,
innards of
blushed petticoats
about to rip, tossing
out mauve tarpaulins
where wasps will soon
manoeuvre and the
full stop swarm to
inhabit, lovers
have broken over
less distraction,
comes that sigh
of insides flinging
out, those larders
rubbing full scented
disarms panic of
the bee
scurry into such
tailor made scrolls
sweet scarves are
for sipping and
ingot parcels
come out of that
purple yawn yellow
sparkled, beware
sticky hairnets
miniature massacres
stick there, the odd
limb without a blood
sac hangs redundant,
hatchet attire for a
thirst that can’t cease
imagine
those unseen residents
some are sofa tied
thwarted by struggle,
the cellar tries to be
inert patients and
subdued dedicated
constellations, i’m
not breathing today
avoiding smiles from
the medicated sky,
and petals tho’
advanced messages
are being scribbled on
by wither
i am less now
easing into crippled
sentences as if
murmuring makes
water sense
where once
childhood unfurled
everywhere,
here is being
discarded
ageing is a slow
burial quickening,
being lost in your
eyes, imagine?
like petals being
torn and submitted
to that hunger of
rot, it’s mouth is
without end,
daylight is
damaged, tho’ it’s
only the drowsy
eyelid, will tomorrow
bring naught? and
the linen remarked
upon where death
sung? out from the
window’s grope an
illness begins to
sulk spreading it’s
ink literature, gowns
where once the dew
warbled are holes
mature doors for
for the cannibals
to waltz, being is
being pulled and
hairdo’s devoured,
consumed by a city
of infected tongues
imagine? i did once
a tear boxed rose
punctuates silence
with a gasp breezed
last lung
commit your floral
gown to wither
the rose has lost it’s
dew spectacular varnish
avoided by most adult
addictive fingers
there’s windswept
shock creased thru’ eyes
no tear has crept from
in absolute years
then
stems were most plunged
upon and paid for many
blisses
loveless listing
like all seeped wrecks
do
heroin motorway marks as
the devil’s unfortunate own
skin pulled over interrupting
bone, a jagged read for
anyone’s glance
there
were days of loam well
past now
when her body
ran with nude honey
and buds
did illegally burst open
flinging flaming ego reds
and ruinous torn at tights
the bloom was disgraced
with copious fingerprints
impolite in their forage intruding
now the sheets are
stained rank and
disillusioned for warmth that
never has depth, those
concrete hips used to
being spilt into
a labyrinth of point
blank aim
the years have dug
and the burial of
has begun it’s manure
now that autumn adheres
to life clinging with it’s
life support machine
audible shudders of being
found, smudges of where
insect paths are written in slime
and leaves have shoulders
with rain upon them
soon that morgue midair
pavement will have your sleep
forever in it’s chemical charm
farewell to loneliness
shade
i banish your complete wings
fraught and demanding
go from whence this dirge came
you’d have me king
wandering the splinters
owning seldom, this dead
sky my only ceiling
i’d be repetition and
fewer glances, go into
that buRning cot and
vanish
leech out of me your
tiny unfleshed corpses,
the blood’s tin exposes
three year long poisons
i drank from those calendars
where minutes were imprisoned,
took to sleep’s medication
and stayed there like a
mortuary victim
persist with time for time
will ease you out of your
life, make from rust someone
quite worthwhile
another season aches
by, spring with it’s
pregnant everything
is seared by fever
windows have approach
of bones, falling softly
as innermost sighing does
piling stiff chapters
between what’s coming
the intention will be opaque
and to covet, everyone an
influenza casino
waiting for that final
shudder to inhabit,
days grow scarcer
we dwindle at the root
commit to the page’s
unwritten now, unwitting
perhaps, perchance to
soar the moonbeam plough
get up from you graves
let that anyone become
a smile that flutters the
heart width wide
wider still for loneliness
to shrivel, to become the
errand of it’s own decline,
complete me with your
mutual sighs all over
like intense rain, a
molten quickness that
silvers nerves with shivers
don’t let the hill complete
it’s darkness, don’t rid
the moon of it’s wonderful
prowl
kill off phantom witnessed
shoulders, hesitate the
vow that yearns only
quiet stiffness and stillness
farewell
spires
“bring me” says the wave
“i’ve further repetition beyond
my bend”, a narrative completely
wet a curl of gleamy populations,
wait for the hid, that unfurl
goes inwards then inhabits pillows
where mankind blights, such
generous deeps allow losing
i’m louder when quieter and stood
when sleep is stealth, spires? not
yet, flat as linen disinterest
want to be where the stars blow
from? let dirges bleed out blushes,
unwritten pages want to be sobbed
upon, strewn and inked, where is
that sigh to unravel higher?
the root has starved it’s riotous
fingers, even when absinthe shifts
entire evenings entirely into absolute
feasting, constellations absurd ceilings
voltage without attempt “yet
shudder don’t achieve spires” a
burrow where there should be a mountain
a splinter only where an oak should be
“soar me” contemplates the breeze
“i have many tongues, too many throats
to slide from”, advance up the sky’s
lung, what azure palaces there, there
to be shimmered thru’ as you stride,
winter’s blunt is being siphoned
from, that falling only observes reflection,
a yearned for estuary heavenly bodied
“not quite” mentions the floor, “i’ve
underneath, the devil’s parlour of
forevermore, cobwebs to pack the
soul with, no peak nor valley but
eyesores, blank as the expressionless
heart that has been drunk by deserts,
blank is the source of the adult
precipice, no idea gushes the nib
out of glistening out of the gaze
that held me, adrift of nowhere,
i’m seeking that planet’s certain
atom, that tireless cosmos in a dot
or even a full stop, anything if it
haemorrhages writing, there’s
inertia against the crocus, why are
such colours improbable to gasp?
i am but not, an image between the
synapse caught like a silver shy
fish, come to slumber where inspiration
is quite dead or so cadavers appear
unclear in their meanings of stillness,
i try oh i surge a seep of unrepeatable tides
tearing thru’ childhoods, inconsequential
breaths that memory remarks upon
here all grey is tipped, complains the blood’s
mutter, would that words catch aflame, expel
like a sea that wants out, a shell that has a
circle’s centre, where i wander, those mirrors
spilt , that river backwards but always is
vast-vacuole-emptiness, dispirited cathedrals
where the glance of wings is always broken
how can i undo nothing? undo it’s least glimpse?
spires aren’t, and the fathoms won’t, where once
chrome skeletons boasted, now diminished dull,
who can guess the next gossamer road
what clues will pearl there? will rain exact it’s
shiver? or the narrowness of creation grow
thinner? began with, how it roared, embellished
with a thousand shouting comets i want to
be the bulb’s scorching filament
such ferocious desire, it makes it’s own ocean,
succeed is to endeavour to pursue the highest
built shadow, to make mold of the sun,
quarry the womb’s multiplication, what sense
has this bare page? in it’s codeine whiteness
i have truly failed, i’ve ceased to pour from
witless sky, cranial hearses thick as scarves,
that uninspired cave rots countless spires