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

ambuscade

ambushed

by waking,

snake-ish skin

tightening -

envelopes for

the mood to

restrict in,

consider its

derailment,

and under-

achieve

blackly bursts

head interrupts headlights into

sunlessness

a cache of

subtotalled

failure, makes

for an immense

city

uncertain

unravels

what is

thought of

as sky

shrugs

and

finally

dismantles throb and peculiar sun

bivouac these

senses

make harbour

for the shell

to clam its

throat

sharp

penknives of

light

make the

shadows

outfits cut

and

nearly

friends, drift-abouts, my fiend in reliable a cave as any, subdues and ethereal

there’s

a ghoul

in a wider coat

with winter

for a lapel

such darkness

in its gulp

it sucks the

blush right out

blood into

awkward pliable

pale and unlikely

dark trousers

and a hood

aren’t i the

worst vampire

chewing upon

the bible? has

lies for splints

and gullible

prose

ten dead dogs

push hardness upon

shoulders,

bleak is one

awry is another

that calls from

its cemetery

hijacked 10am

a terrible time

for walls to

grow themselves,

pose thorns

for touches,

rid the outline

of its marshmallow

anchor

plummet by 12

when the midday

cracks allow

and the birds all

chatter and the

boughs all

stammer

both effective

stranglers

isn’t there

a room with

width for

panic to

subdue in

or to reside

its stuffy

mispronounced

tongues?

floors

spilt with

gazing,

ambushed

again at 10

when the

moon scribbles

rejection

a spider’s

worth of tiny

bloodbaths

backseat -

morose,

at least

several hooks

spear and

pierce red

gasps,

a hook

mismanages

thinking

into

awful, awful

canyons where nothingness crayons

nightmarish

hello dead worded

clear as discolour

somehow feeling

doppelganger borrowed

another had its

thumbprints like

awful clues, like

residues

stairs of scratched

fingers bed beneath

the monster’s maw

impaled with teenagers

bonfire the morning it

halogens brightness,

cannot commit to this

moment drenched forward

loops returning to that

sticky dreadful mouth

that is always flavoured

with drowned relics of gin

my guru huge swallowing

hollowed out and molested,

is this how the worm feels

when squat under hardness?

edges ink will soon begin

and that fall of fallen gazing

darkens floorboards where

old footprints trace comes -

troll-headed, a gap where a

tooth should gravestone, pink

licking whilst the sunset marmalades,

fresh footfalls easily quickens

near as a jaw can eat, into the

fear of its wires that fire up as jets,

the thing that lays there an

outline for appalling shade to take

remakes him into sullen tomorrow

into a cult of reused holes and

stammers, the sun slits happy

piling up daydreams into car crashes