Lips painted red.
Tuck me in,
Duvet up tight.
Shopping in snow.
Customers knock. Goodnight.
Red maiden, see sunlight again.
Kleenex sunrise.
Cigarette benches.
Snowflakes are crisp to those who taste them.

Praise her holiness fiona.
Her arms bring the rain's blessed kiss.
Toe upon toe the trees force green in her majesty.
People are soaked. Stunned by nuclear shrubbery.
Fiona's fervour is unmatched in the world of miracles. Some would wish she would stop walking.
Cursed non believers who long to be dry and pray for leaves that rot.

Your chains are all I want
Captive, crazy. Hateful scar. Screaming
Agonising chokehold. Squirming. Painless whisper, murderous embrace.

It was Gustav Hunger that brought the storm.
We watched in agony at the cruelty of it.
Children beheaded in the orchards.
Our hands are bloodied now.
Nothing grows in the fields of sorrow.
The expanse is blinding. Gustav says we are to be made into honest and true working folk.
He killed Annie mason yesterday.
I miss my boy.

Did you not see me before?
I hid my eyes so you wouldn't feel.
From tomorrow, higher as the curtain falls. In sequence as we now keel over.
Applause for those who earned it, the Mexican's do not wave. Maybe next time.

Sleep close by me tonight.
Shush your tears.
And hold me.
Startling gaze,
Clawing,
Choke hold.
Silence.
No choice.
Hold me.
Sleep close to me tonight.

The angle is clear, go.
We saw all thier hopelessness.
Pray heaven for them, they weep thier lonely songs.
Crying empty tears through moulded heartless glass goggles.
Clawing at what is set before,
We see what we bled behind,
The laceration, crystal inevitability.
Hindsight is a hand grenade.
Would you blow up yourself?
Pieces. Jigsaw. Do they match up?
Black bag demon swimming effortlessly through the air. He knows his destination and he glides effortlessly across the chunks of human.
Cradle to the grave. Polyethylene panther.
Silent in its mission but getting tired of a full meaty meal. What makes a bodybag in the desert?