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