duly noted, time is almost out
years have seeped -
faster than could
have been imagined
sadly
some days were elusive
mostly were illusion
paths quite mortuary
coloured
fitful, forgotten
was that all?
i was an armful
of sighs
where antique leaves
can’t blow but lifeless lie
achieving gorgeous bones
dissatisfied fleshes nonetheless
admit such deaths are rare
enough blisses
my body
a
cave of clocks
speedier levered so,
whose to catch yesterday
now?
turn darker
as if blackened
further, and eyes-
gaze towards rotten
inwards, defunct palaces
strewn-broken a liver
of a sky, living is listing,
chandelier drab in a skull
happening somewhere
surely? is everywhere
alone, bland and hell?
mundane is yet another
lipstick proof shell a
bivouac of nailed poems
this bedding i know
too well full of my
own disinterested touches
surely they have had
someone else? surely?
but the mattress knows of
no other names only bored sweat
hasten as always months
lick themselves wasted
i was born once
elbowed out
pitchers of chemical
swirled petals, alien insides
influence the moon’s luminescence
white cartilage rooms,
it’s quicker if the lung
is let go
now that summit, the one
that glared tallest is downwards only
was there ever a thrill when the
first comet shot? addictive perhaps
and daily
is it worthwhile
waking yet to remain
stiff as sheets?
oh vertical damnation
bottles itself with such tiny
disappointments
hey future ahead
aren’t the signposts
wrong and diminishing?
blank pages unwritten where
lifetime should have been-
noted
there was no description no
proof a life was actually lived
in, merely a suggestion of
an outline for no-one
noticing, not even a crime-scene
i am heading out gathering
pace, my blood knows it and
chases towards leaving
oh such lovely listening to
what is already fading, knowing
the ribcage can’t last
when circled comes completion
a robust glow of just the once
then flickers into nothing into somewhere else
occupy
occupy
compliant dark
inhabits
occupant
gnawing thru
reoccurring spaces -
that shouldn’t
be
nourishes selfish,
nourishes narrower vessels,
bled upon secrets, defiles seed and rethinking
glitches aren’t
headaches aren’t
resets but -
spilling its
diseased
cellar
masturbating
in the heavens
daubing the constellations
renewing in the
clamour of cold
cupboards
where past
secures its
cockroaches
moves about
cripple clouded
extending hallways
extending always
deep bruised lacquers and midnights repurposed
a mezzanine
a quartered planet
where thinking can’t comet
is limbless is without
outline, has bad news only
and misfortune for blood
there is no kindness of
love over the cot’s
content
malicious? not in the
poisonous pen sense,
a doldrum, inert of happier
has a canopy that deadens
the sun for a skull, a lid to
lessen hope
a consistent narrative
of scratched voices, scratched windows
daylight's scratched bleeding
harsh gargoyles
insinuating, crouched
colours filling in blemishes
thicken
where atoms pull
themselves aortic apart,
heart-shapeless-unshareable wreathes
infecting the weathers
of being stood and finding
hell first
this is no revival
but a carnival of
rotten flagships
figureheads of
carved screams off
faces, nothing but nothing
is exhilarated
endure time’s cancer
can’t endure that kind
of sinking, eyes outwards -
filling up with ink filling up with deception
unnecessary squatter
keeps on infecting
makes jewels morosely sickened
insides like bleached
maggots wanting rid
of their famines, rid of their skeleton mansions
of course, banquets
full of them, for such
swallowing never diminishes
ruins
thereabouts
bland as every-
where else, life-
support failures
horizons stretch
the liar’s mouth,
they only fit for
themselves
buRn this
futureless down
usurp crooks
and crowns and
ages that reach
distant crumbling
aren’t we all toppled
histories perforating
every dysfunction? let lies
become everyday language
buRn footsteps before
they have even walked,
pointless are the days that
are molasses deep and lived in
sedate corpses pass
quietly as months, and
wireless breezes informative
worms, raw eyes listening
now is gone into vintage
dire rose lied to tinted, steeples sure
against the winds upon
old damaged hospitals
patients aren’t rewarded
but harmed, dead oily
foods, and careful an
underfunded smile
beyond life expectancy
shortening like ending a race
horse for those pioneers
of glue, sadnesses are being -
rubbed, i made a metropolis out of
mine, sordid and unkempt in
various places, but generally melancholic
and rain embroidered
nothing out there is wanting
to grasp, to balloon its lungs
to its potential of a swollen moon,
hang fast to the ruins we vote for
amongst more than disappointment
the devil has such crooked laughs and
hordes all its accomplices, ruins all
of you in privatised masks
regret does not have time, and arches
leant against fatigued statues old colonial
blood dry as the soil that has disinterest
growing
bees have left their honeysuckle cages to
mourn its dying, how immortal youth
thought it was dashing over the childhood
flagstones that are now unrepairable
cemetery eaten, there are duvets of
hooligans of weeds that lavish their
unsightly populations and claw at
lopsided veterans, who fought for
ruin
the square is owned by pigeons and
moaned about with noise, eyelids
refusing their recapture towards dreaming,
here was never meant to be a stand still in obliged by corpses
what is coming
is conflicted
and entirely
unjustifiable, rubble after rubble filled with exits and nowhere
into, become
come.
feel.
exist.
tremble like
incoherent prey
instead of fear
intentional blisses
these are early
early signposts
that make agreeable make
daunting labyrinths easy
ease of intention
make known where
the eyes message,
the mauve of recapture
ah follow the skin’s
fault lines until the
language tremors,
undo the silver of its hole
surrender
and lean thru the
tide’s asking,
rehouse breath
sea about its touches
all over speedy thumbs
interrupts seismic eyelashes
incessant as the river is
like a body swollen like
a body full of wet should,
collars are scarlets and
flame upwards
bones malleable glows-
off motorway hurtle for
lightning to re-burst its
halogen hearses
stiffens now like a
granite tongue, crow
now, crow in amongst
sheet’s gorse and loam
come
travel
the
soul
re ravel
redo the arc’s purpose
reduce the bed into dead stars
incite the switch
to quieten, retire
the amp, retire the
cave’s solemn ache
commit to the weather’s sulk entrusted
there, a sunless afternoon where width
of minutes pass for tombstones pass for
lazy inseparable canyons
inflict upon this tired awful circle
try to break its mud dark,
where dull imagines lifeless
mundane dew cannot build
un-feel.
un-exist.
afterwards-intolerable
goawayable
“i don’t drift well
upon another’s
sigh”
please leave my silence
alone
if you require nearness
don’t
“i don’t make gasps
to fit briefly someone
else”
keep to that distance of
not being met
“disagreeable weathers”
the heart says, so leave
whilst i fill with rain
that mantis of want so dearly
wants to invigorate with names,
i go nameless most days
don’t
come at me with eyes asking
collars about silence
are preferable