it’s you

it’s you

you’ve clambered thru’

my gin elaborate past

thinking all archives

buRnt or at least reduced to

the carbon it was made with

old fiend in a beautifully plaid

shirt where tattoos bend invites

beneath

distance was for a reason

and not enough time for

ten thousand seasons to pass

yet here you spoil the fingerprints

i laid to rotten rest, foe about the

neurones, giving back, reanimating red clawed cinemas

blacken the cotton i am strangled

with, tied about the heart wired as thin

where winter invokes being dug into

hard and sure as the dagger digs

as that body completes it’s body

out of, i am over with glued white

like bleached sticky coral depletes

where the creases were moaned

into, where hurt collects where the

radar of myself bends

it is a crooked horizon that wants to

vent, rises up hooded knowing that

these futures are now spent

minutes filled with ashes filled with

each bottle’s emptiness, this room

collars gloom and glooms into corners

pilots nowhere and panic comes

to kill, it throttles inches towards

shadow-infected-ceiling

confused fireworks rant -

constellations,  crackling music

mindful thunder

undoes revelation of solving

take to the sea that is flavoured

and brings under where the habitual

drowned stare up from quite often

it is you

apparel like a coffin,

scars and crayons

did you think i wasn't worded right?

is this why

evenings are

misspent

folding existence?

look out of

that bearded

window, what is

out there sulks

half a moon

bothers re-rising,

headlights headlong

reclaim what the dark thinks -

king-ful ink, full beam

assassinations,

what cloud is up there

appears skulls -

appear like gloomy

accomplishments,

so back to the

mantlepiece full of few pictures

a pretend moon

in one of them

where my stare

no longer ignites

was that really

a pale life that

had me in its

outline existed?

was that me

surrogate moon-

discoloured

gaunt for love to pass?

today doesn’t hurt

all that much, all

thorns have been

cotton punctured

and dealt with by

burying in toughened

gnat proof boxes, many

indecent smiles thrive there

how can where i am

explain what doesn’t

follow, mostly past

hasn't been precisely swallowed

there is a cloud at

dusk that appears

lipid as a fat angel, whilst

here outlook unravels hollow, itself, a hollow

that was the ghost that

was living in the contours

living in the traces of,

this heart full of bad crayons

i graffiti into with a look

a failed fellow dressed

with disappointment, brochures

of retelling, asking for perfection

I've perfected how to

be this alone, how to count

innumerable holes

that are passive upon gazes

reruns yesterday’s girth

whittles somewhat into

quietly watching

and waiting for

half a life to fall over, half

in unread a library of wordlessness,

if footsteps were

backwards they’d be erased

it’s a stupor midnight

it passes into earliest

morning, something

regretful is clawing

the light is a sickness

and keeps stars in

their beautiful sprays

not tolerated and re-hidden

here comes glowing

here comes the

horizon’s caesarian

a vacancy full of molten

so what lies before

hasn’t happened,

a dull coffee will

sharpen

out there incredibly

are masks upon

liars, a population

of faces with several jawlines

a red church reappears

fire as each sunbeam

throe hits like a

gold painting

i think more than

did, sink lower

than drifting,

mind my own mindful

an echo as it

dissipates from

the living,

nail me to that goodbye inside of your mouth