execution daily

cafe

of

saddened

glances

glancing

off

themselves

smile-less as vipers

pity

has

many

heirs

how long

in this

unsufferable

chair?

in

the

deepness of

a stare, always downwards

footsteps

are abundant

yet ghosting

barely ghosting

a song off

the radio

is butchered

chalk-screech-scratches

there is

nought for

the mind

to catch

voices

disengage

over a cake

that appears winter

here a caramel

cold coffee is

replaced with

another lit by the sun

the table is

remarked with

crumbs, skids of

old phone numbers

mostly

abundance

is

reluctant, scarce to try its hand, a melancholy of everywhere dappled with the heart strung

who

frequents

lonely? “mostly

me “ thinks everyone

nearness

there isn’t any,

fullstops in all

of thinking

watch sugar

foamy glisten

right before

sinking

“stir myself

under” loses

himself loses

dreaming

slick haircuts

manoeuvre

longing, lust

can outdo paleness

or so want would

have us buRn like

a brand or a flame

written upon

initial me all over

with the scent of

your tongue, happens

to be, no-one

soon when the

dregs are met at

the bottom of its

thames like cup

out into that hint

of dusk, into air

being switched off,

car horns are making -

predators of themselves,

stiff pigeons rummage,

there’s loneliness

glued upon watching

uneasy as smoke,

listening to the clutter

on mobile phones,

tearaway windows slash -

quickly upon the bramble’d

embankment, how many

losses have been near

that bridge looking like

a rusty raw mouth of

gums, false rain drops

its spittle, thru this jaw

a graffiti witness along its lengthy cartoon

soon this throat will

end, passed doors

that are not far off

tombstones, a pram

all ruined digits that

could have been limbs

lodged in a hedge

full of cans

returning now to

the room that

exhibits its tired

lung, there to retire -

for awhile, waiting

for dead-roped

tomorrow in self-

adjusted strangle

that cafe

slow as

a tear will

offer its beverage sighed over and into, the dead mists of minds unable to clear

a repetition of

a diseased circle,

go again when light

disgusts itself to leave

simply go on ahead and repeat