(2014)
just a poem about the beginning and end of a relationship
no more skies their dreams cascade cold coffee and liberty inorganic ignorance
a frozen man crucified pools of resolve drip and drip, a slow segregated waterfall every droplet shed born of sin. eyes search its swirling eddy
it was less than heavy the smell was more subtle than str… an ethereal or angelic waft though my nose is often wrong, but I recall it so vividly
float away on the silence of darkn… shimmering lamp lights goad the wi… someone is watching the world at r… bunches of dreams that lie unfulfi… arms lay around loved ones sleepin…
i yearn for the salt that you rub… to feel its burning caress, to feel to be, the delicate trickle of its truth
solitude why do you hurt me so when all I ever wanted was a slice of your quiet I’m saturated
I never had that pause that you he… so much asylum searched, sought af… mentally rescued from the north wh… I beat myself up, I tried to pain… I’ve overstepped the mark so frequ…
marry him because you love him not just to add some cadence to your name not because you own
I’d bite your face off with my lup… lick away the blood from the delus… that uneasy vagrancy, that emotion… rests with the clumps of my resolv… your delectable fist was once made…
you’re the stone in my shoe carrie… the grit in my eye that mars visio… an itch under skin that can’t be e… a wheeze in the chest a forced con… an answer without question or rati…
ghosts of your blood litter this f… strewn about the walls, arterial s… your final act of conscious though… an urge to steal yourself away resting there on embossed paper
I’m not so sure that a kiss on the… this gradient lets the our world s… we could wish for a tad more from… but we know we’ll cry out our eyes… no seeds grow, this soil lays stil…
Concrete, granite, stone and steel Broken like a pit ponies comfort,… Jealous thoughts reside then repea… The token aloof hearts not explain… Mining of the souls a dark delight
a radio, a torch and a can of hair… some toothpaste, a naan bread and… an egg timer, an i-pod cover and s… the remnants of her disorganisatio… a scented candle, a full and empty…
We circumvent and pray for recompe… In the thick of where the lines bl… We eke out a rich mans fortune for… In the thick of where the lines bl… We are the joke and line of punch,…