Cut my ribs
And stab my eyes.

They used to call it cuckold
Now they call it insanity.
Tomorrow it'll probably be fashion.

The line points straight on
North to no end.
It goes a long way from your drunk bunker
Climb back in or carry on?
Hold on to your hats men! We go over the top!
Bullets of beauty bounce and ricochet
As you dive and duck through barbed happiness.
The sun sets on a victorious skirmish,
The battle continues tomorrow.

Treading carefully through dangerous halls.
I stop and admire the art.
So profound
I think
To myself.
Obviously I exclaim disgust though
At the limbs skewered on a barbecue.

I can't do this alone,
Waiting for someone to respond.
SOS to outer space.
Ground control to major Tom.
Floating around in vast nothingness.
Eye on the horizon.
The sun left long ago.

Bang. BANG.
and he's gone.
His life pulses out through the hole in his neck. That's what got him.
Sad really. I liked Paul.
Now let's throw a party WHEHEY!

Grated secrets
shards fall through cracks
fearing retribution.
the house is crumbling
walls fall in on doors
windows close
and shatter.
splinters, mortar, glass
skewer, crush and slice.
and the earth settles.

Insidious entity.
A vicarious ride.
Distance between stars,
Astrological blindness.
Yet so visible to all who see.
Tick tock, tick tock
Times up.

Gander about rubber duck.
You lost your head?
Bubble brain goes pop.
Popcorn poppeddy plop.
Like a Stone.
Is anyone alive in there?
Stick it in the green bin.
At least its biodegradable I guess.

It stinks of Christmas in here.
I hate it and I'm done.  
Who the **** likes chestnuts anyway.

As he stands on the precipice of the clear deep lake,
He takes a moment.
It's mirror sheen, unfathomably deep and dark, stares back.

He adjusts his rose tinted goggles.
The maelstrom behind swells,
beckoning his return,
to it's warm,  and safe embrace.

He steadies himself, and breathes in, allowing hope to fill his lungs.
His first deep breath in such a long time.

Closing his eyes, tight against unknown,
he dives in.

But how do I face those
Bitter days?
The days when cold and lonely emptiness blows through.
How do I face the
Stoney grey?
The grey thats harsh and concrete,  hideous and true.

Bestfriends stab you in the throat

Forgive us ourselves
From our childhood home
Next week could come yesterday
View of a pathetic pathway.

The cries in your head are loud and clear,
there's life on the other side
we'll cross the shore together.
The waves are choppy and unforgiving,
the oceans awake, Poseidon's hateful fist is stirring.
feels like I'm drowning.
I cant breathe
salt and water
dying
washed up
onshore the sand is white.
vanilla beach.
I hate it here.

Gulp the purple air, the sea of red won’t last forever.
Pain's wave crest will come soon so brace for impact,
Unless you did it properly.

Knots in the floor
And now I see sideways
Bundle of confusion.

Fetal cries,
Darkened skies,
Mind withdrawn and numb.

Shivering, jittering,
Skin wet, glittering,
Soaking on the floor.

Endless day,
Joyless pain,
Fight it out,
Battle on until tomorrow.