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


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