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.

Inquisitions kiss
Salivating touch
poisonous caress
forbidden.
Wipe away the stain.
pretty lips
pretty smile
pretty god.
pretty hopeless for a pretty child.
the wise man built his house upon the dock.
so he could sail away from insanity's port.

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.

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

Is there no simpler thing.
Suns blossom stings strong
It's white out here.
Bleached and perfect lies

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

Heavy delta.
This is the real reality.
Crystal perception
through diamond eyes.
Feel the earth in your veins.
Arteries pump with sound
So clear
So pure.
Heaven trapped in dust.
Released through me.

My eyes are jaded
in this House of snow.
Staring into white
soft and cold
Dying, desperate for one last gasp of warmth.
crawl up against the flame
it licks and poisons
cuddle tighter , it licks closer.
Embers bright and skin terrified
scarred, blessed and burned.
Treat the wounds and warm some more.

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!

Bestfriends stab you in the throat

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Cut my ribs
And stab my eyes.

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

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