cleaning the dust.

clear the lines from the plate
and make some more
a deep inhale
another lift
another lift
another score

make the conversations quickly
just in case
you forget the lines
on the plate again
take another
and interrupt each other
over and over
inhale
and make the words spring forth
all unimportant
and without sort
yet still racked with desire
to exist
to come off the lips
for the air, a kiss
and again.
lift.
inhale.
lift.
until the drought comes
and you want to fill it again.

the right way to apologize

only so many movements the mouth can make
while the tongue slithers
and the breathe exhales
to make some auditory mistake
and it never seems to be...

an early adieu

and autumn showed its head
long before summer could begin
and as the flower wilted in front of him
petals leaning towards the ground
their glimmer almost gone
he could only wish for the smell
of winter ending again.

and how.

the all of it
was misused to the point of distraction
was disassembled inaction
and the thoughts that implode
in the end
only make the maker morose
a miser of his own mechanization
and all the while

the missus.
the miss. us.

sword swallowers

and these pixels you send
one at a time
and slowly read
without a hope for recompense
and just inches
off the ledge
and all i miss
is all i am
the wounds opened
so wide again

this cannot
be mine again
this cannot
be fine again

all the kisses that were left
to parch the lips
assassinate smiles
and cut off hands.

(and without those hands
how could i grasp
the way that none of this
has come to last)

lest unforgotten kinder ask something.

his fingertips only slightly stained
from tar and wondering
and rubbing his eyes clean
of all hope and sodomy
and wishing you well.
wishing you well.

icing for cakes.

less than what is supposed to be
a smiling, dull soliloquy
a hyphenated parable
the way to make your heart seem full.

and no more waste
than love that's lost
than all the time
that wasn't caught
in atmospheres you'll never loft
ifs and whens and should have nots.

because i forgot.

In the seconds before helios attacks

Breaks the east with his purple grasp

Drawn by still sleepy horses

I’d like to know…

How your heart sounds when your sleeping

How your eyes flutter when your dreaming

And why if you look so peaceful in this

You should ever wake to live with my mess.

hi. my name is impossible.

got something stuck in my head
a sly little devil
who snuck through my ear
and is squatting in there
if only i could get it out
before the it burns the drought
and try for another while
to make that space mine.

it must all be about....

You.
I haven't been allowed
'Cept in small patches
The usual things life brings
To not express
My own fears
My own things
In this world
For so fucking long
I care not to dream
And its still my fault
All this happened to you
Ill get down on that bench
And testify
To all the wrongs
They did for you
In love
For god
For family too
And none of it matters
When I cannot exist
Not even for moments
Its all about you.
I'm sorry I existed
To help you on through
But I promise from now on
I'll just let you
Do your own things
Your own way
While I pardon
My inadequateness
My inept feelings
And the smattering
Of things you think true
Its only as lonely
As the absence
Of all of the loving
I was not left with
And thieves have taken
And the cops will sort it
And I've got a feeling
Its only my problem
Just like backs broken
And accusing the truth
Of being a liar
And its all you can do
For I have done nothing
To be so construed
Except not be a follower
Of some never lived jew.

Awoke to
The things I've hidden
Far deeper than thoughts should go
And if it weren't for the shit I've written
And kept underneath the status quo

Figured out the meaning this time
Of all the loss and doses of
A riddled historic divide
Where only questions
Ascertain the tide

This isn't what I believe in
If you hear the way I bore
Through mountains of mischeif and dys
And the utopia I might ignore
Could I hold my breath to listen
Hard enough to feel adored
And emaciate and be forgiven
For the qualms I have
With going for'rd.

This cannot be true
I check the absence list
And all were spoken for.
Like there wasn't dilemma
Or inocence in fighting on
Quit right now and please forget it
This is left to seize the reward.

For Chè

If only there was no Hoover
To start the decline
Of interest and harboring
All of the crime.
The total
I tarion
Planes through the night
To disappear our fathers
And brothers
Who'll die
Or come back as haunted
As the looks in their eyes
While standing
Like martyrs
For a cause
They didn't sign
I'd give you revolution
If you weren't so fucking blind

On hands
And on habits
And on commerce
Rely
For momentos
Of seconds
When freedom
Wasn't a lie.

disorganised diatribe

The war in Iraq!
The war in Iraq!
The things that we give and cannot take back!
The Terror!
The Terror!
The trust of the error!
Killing the white girls with long, blonde hair!
The Care!
The Care!
(And) What once was
is no longer there!

Stacking belief
And corpses of sheep
While convincing the flock
There is no reason to bleet.
If only we could
Repeal what stood
In the way of the heroes
if only we would!

I Believe!
I Believe!
Everything that I see!
Every glimpse that is giving
And is meant to deceive!
My People!
My Sheeple!
There's only fear to feel!
Only revenge and anger are left to be real!

(A lie)
(A lie)
(A disproportionate time)
(Thrown from the cliff)
(And expected to climb)

backflips. sunders. tumbling. unders.

could you harm me
with all your sweetness?
could there be reasons
that you wake up
before you goto bed
that your only hands are tied back

is that a whisper
or did it scream right off your tongue?
i'll connect
and dissent here
to come and make demands
is that a sense
of the master
who only hears his friends?
is it the will
of the beggar
who only lost his stipend?

i kill this thing because it only brings death
i kill this pain and find it already dead

regret the only options left to have.

if glass all had round corners.

if only explanations had
a chance
(murder, she wrote)
and typing on things
which groan in tongues
with air that lies can hardly believe
doesn't the tide only sit ashore
and make the blemishes only come forth
make a listen and shed your smile
your length and breadth of knowledge stumble
you have naught but bread and crumbs, sir
offer up something worthwhile or perish
offer yourself to the world for forgiveness
haughty yer fears of the sitting aside
and watching the world with a back half alive
crumble
OH MISER
you sick to the hilt
and all of the things that you remember still.
if only for seconds
the time that you have
a blip on the radar
a soon picked scab.
it cannot be honor,
to leave lone the lady.
while eyebrows stay furrowed
and laughter is lazy
if you had a choice
to bring back the fever
the twitch in the hands
that make you a believer.
the head of the neck
of the life you had built.
the something for giving
the blood you have spilt.
and all is not spoiled
if hope would be
if hope would be happiness
all home with me.

(don't forget the love that's left)
(and not behind or on your breath)
(if i could wish the future back)
(i'd give you all the things i lack.)

tetra-hydra-ingestibles.

drank 'til it floated off
didn't bother here no more
to forget the looks that are lost
to forget the good smiles
just carrion and whiskey'd eyes
a peck for the vultures

if the cure was soft and white
and could only leave whispers
of the lights
gone off in the head
would the spark make cinders?

psycholojoy.

i could stand 'neath your shotgun nights
cringe my arms through to splinters
wake the noose, all lost in your heirs
if i'd only forget it.

it takes the breath right out of the life
to make us stand in these corners
put the fences over your eyes
keep us safe from a lover.

you raised mice in your men,
to run what is left of this labyrinth.
if there were crumbs left for us all,
they were long since devoured.

but i'll leave soft scratches
for the rest of you to find
as i find my way
free of this place.

the odd sari.

he could not pick up his hands
to smack the fright of off his face
he could not shake his head
to make the feeling dissipate
this is real
this is now
the only steps to take
don't mind the fear
or his frown
or the time that he could waste

this is wrong
and this is the fault
of all the rats that aim to race
this is first
and this is his fault
for inconsiderate things

take the lead
and take the pills that keep you sane
whats in your hands
is cracked now
and may never be the same

either put on the necktie
with razors in the way
or fight back inside.

love of dried animal skin. (ink included)

i've only watched you slither
up those old letters
a swell in your head
a stamp in your hand
find a way
to make it dead

if not for Moloch's watchful gaze
to keep the sheep in constant shame
i'm sure you'd've already been quartered
and quartered and quartered again

it is the rest of you who make me wonder
how long you'll bury your eyes in the sand
for these leperous, mediacal henchmen
to eat them whilst you pray
that someone else will make it right
because it is far too hard to try
and the only seconds for living
you must hold tightly
like the children you're forgetting
like the children from whom you're stealing
those precious seconds
onto which you're holding.

years twisting

If you stand on your head long enough
I'm sure that you will right yourself
I'm sure that you'll be alone by then
Annd you can look on back
At how it all slipped away
Neat and pretty
And in your way

But words are just blisters
You keep in your back pocket
To step on that puddle
And wait for the racket

All tears are just razors
And I'd let you eat them
Should you be choking
On everything you're needing
Here is my laughter
I hope you remember
Well enough to shudder.