Tall tales silly hair
Wishing you were always there.
Silly lies
All inside
Something I can ****
Confide.

Drown it all
**** it all
Something I should have said before

Hold the line
Temper fine
Stop it silly boy
And cry.

Compost sneeze. Halter weight skin.
Hang on. Stupid
Boy within.

He lay there in his pit
He looked at his thigh.
His unimportant plain skinned thigh.
And let the calm still day wash over him.

Surrendered his mind
Abandoned his thoughts.

As the gentle din caressed his ears.

They rolled her up in the rug,
And carted her off to the incinerator.
Nobody knew who she was,
But her needled skin looked like she had one last ride.

Beasts of ******
Crowned by killing and chaos.
Guided by torment in their inception.
Hatred heals, hands held in blight.
Folding thin the paper
Finding within the bark.
Hanging, swinging, Shadow.

Holding hands through open eyes.
Hiding starlight in the sky.

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

Are you not happy?
All alone?
This is what you wanted?
All along?

Deafened by silence.
All alone.
Burned all his bridges.
On his way home.

The journey is ******* the mind.
Once again we must jump the schadenfreude skipping rope.
Toxically self aware.
Dig the cane into the rock and step up again. Breathless.
Forgivable failure. Fanciful tales.

I saw your blood poor at your feet,
I saw your face when you saw me.
I saw your arms, zen Waterfall,
I saw your eyes, you needed me.

My world is on fire everywhere I see.
So I stick my face under water, smiling secretly.

Silvers of rock, carpet secrets lost to time.
Knowledge cocooned in a blanket of sand.
Civilisations sleep soundly beneath the waves.
All this, whilst you drift on by.

Give the colourful creature colourful crayons.
Lines finding letters finding words finding objects finding order.
The creature colours numbers unknown.
But did anyone ask the colourful creature if it wanted to colour?
The creature colours numbers unneeded and unwanted.
The creature colours an elephant chandelier.
Colours unseen, lines never drawn, an image so unfamiliar.
And the creature is sad.

Christmas came early.
The snow has come today.
Pluck a snowflake from the polythene sky and join is up there.
The world spins by with marvellous enthusiasm. Lotto tombola style. Who'll win?
Isn't it exciting!
Wait. I've got a full house!
Crash landing back to earth, he collects his prize. It's another free bingo ticket.

So many walls
so much crushing grey
and bars stretching up to the clouds.
On and on for miles around
and the noise, the constant noise,
that rings and pounds
on and on
to the hearts twisted beat.
It's noisy and lonely and small
and cold
trapped in this fleshy cage,
behind these smiley eyes.

Tearing apart, this glass lodged in my mind.
Dripping thoughts, the sharpness bleeds inside.
The motor chain grinds on blissfully blind.
With misty eyes the world is punishingly kind.

The eye on upon the eyes, the eyes upon the mausoleum. The eye upon the face of God as it seeps throughout your veins. The eye upon the crowd that marvel as you linger with your tincture. The eye upon the heart, beating, slamming against the head. The eyes upon the audience, that watch as you watch. The iris in its garden of Eve. Iris in the hole. Dark horror beware because the gecko is in town. Watching on the wall.

Hush now for the Lord of light is here.
Let him wash away your sin in blood and fear.
Terror is faithful and you are now holy my child.
Be still with God. His blood rains down from the wrists of despair.
And now pray
Amen.

Simple tulips
Drugs on offer
Tearing innocent.
Opioid opinions. Singing choir
Seal me in please. I'm gonna go.
Grab a chair, see you soon grandma.

How many skins lie in your wardrobe? Soft but seldom touched.
Your runway sprawls, the buds are crying for the sun.
Your faces, worn and never loved.

Life is a fickle game we play,
The end is a certain.
The journey is too long or too short.
The end is always ready.

Deceived by tar
Restless in wax.
I'm solidified.
Used, stained and charred.
Life burns it's flame ever near.
Relentlessly.
Inevitably in wax or suffer exposed inferno.
What kind of a choice is that?
For a tissue man?

Do you wish?
For what your eyes saw?
Impossibility, blooded.
Clean?
Do you know?
The blinded hacksaw?
Is all that you're to be.

Feeling tree like
Caustic smile like
Sun is sandals like
Gonna get some like.

Happy clapping like
Neighbours love me like
Church on Sundays like
Handgun missions like.

Gunned him down like
And his dog like
Washed my gun like
'how many chicken nuggets you want lad '
6 dad.

Invincibility has been dispensed,
To a floundering tattered caped hero.
As he dashes about, crunching under his own hype.
Never injured. Always there. Never wanted.
Never needed. Always square. Never useful.
Invincible to a fault.
Destroying cities to preserve a postcard.
That was never ever there.

Henry's come to town.
Hose blazing, pipe's choking
Engine whirring
Henry's come to town
Town buzzing, apothecary open.
Henry's come to town.
Dust dancing, bags empty
Carpets trembling, dust lines vanishing.
Henry's done in town.
Carpets sparkling, bags are clear.
Towns sleepy apothecary's empty
Henry's been in town.
Henry smiled as he trundled back home.

On our way to meet some villains
Greet some scoundrels,
See some bones.

To shake the hand of some bandito's
Wave off some killers,
And then walk home.

He stares up.
The knife missed.
On purpose? Maybe.
He got his miracle.
Wretched little ****.
To pray so hard, with nothing to live for, to beings so deaf.
Insanity. Complete insanity.

A shadow in silence, stained by the mess you made.
A whisper in quiet, ghostly honest play.
Hands in the dark, playing a game of pain
Nobody knows the fear in which you reign.
You call yourself a monster?
But your pure.
I see the  faces of the in-between.
And see reality pour.

A mothers kiss on a toddlers cheek.
Beaming, love. Eyes
Full. Of pure love and joy.
Warmth flowing. Boundless ecstatic embrace.
Tourniquet released.
Needle ascension.
Eyes to God.

The end came and went
As the tide licks at the shore.
He stared at the horizon
Its infinite dangerous glory
He stared and he was ok.

Whack a mole,
Catch a moth,
Crush a spider.

'This is not your best darling'
'put it away '.
'save sass for politics '.

'not here though darling '
'politics is for those who ain't got not no love in thier lives'.

' not like you and me.'

Obituary poems.
Ditties and disclaimers.
It happened
Then it didn't.
The whole thing.
Then how come I read it?

Trees and bees are easy
sway and bob
oh hi bob
hows the kids
dead I hope
see you around.
marvelous.
said bob
machete bloodied
kids heads in hand
I'm gonna mow the lawn, want your kids doing as well?
Yeah sure bob.
Thanks

The world crashes about my ears.
I lie in my grave.
And close my eyes.

Will someone save the crocodile?
Please, help help help help.
The puppy need's throwing into the water,
It's freezing in here. These blankets are stifling.
In my canoe of warm hot panic.
**** the bed. I've got paint stuck in my nails.
Topsy turvy. I'm the mumble bee and this is my garden.

Sometimes I'm alone,
Smothered by everyone,
always so alone.
Drowning in love,
So alone,
Strangled by thier voices,
Alone.

My drug smuggling little sprite.
My glorious dazzle of ******.
My sinful glass of slaughter.
My favourite colour of wrist.
My red of colour of wrist.
My colour of wrists of wrist
My wrist of wrist of wrist
Wrist of wrists of wrists.
Wrist of red of colour
My favourite is red
Red wrists is what I like.

Nuance misery everywhere
How queer, walking in crystals
Diamond store. Gold and copper.
Sensual strawberries. Widened hole.
But it keeps raining tears and wine.

Where do I go from here?
Walking on these roads my feet bleed.
Where do you want me to walk?
While my feet are bleeding, drenched in gravel.
What is it you need?
Waiting for me to come.
Why, when there is so much left to see, besides us?
Why do you poison me?
When my feet are bleeding for your tomorrow.

I know him so well.
Too well,
He keeps me well.
Toxic self awareness.
As he hoovers up another line,
And allows the warm wash
Of the cure for wellness -
Pill form happiness
To rush down from brain to shoes.
Waterfall of wellness.
Lips turning blue.
Hot ice
Face turning to soft cheese.
Cheesy grin.
Roller-coaster rambling.
What a ride, let's not collect the photo.
He tuts and sighs.

It's a hymn to him
A bit, a scene.
Roll play
He claps.
What a show for him.
An extraterrestrial existential terror.
Things bow as they do.
He accepts.
He's the watcher on the watch.
Observing, learning.
He knows.
You don't

You're happy are you?
Truly?
Since the day you were spat out of your **** ****?
Well I doubt it.
If you were you wouldn't be here.
Cursing the hole you crawled out of.

This is all that you wanted
All that you prayed and dreamed
This is all that you cried for
In your lonley silent screams.
The silver is what you long for
The Red path of hollow cries.
Run fast the race is over.
Sleep now, be still in dreams.

Colour on canvas with the Crimson crayon.
Pure art, the world is stained red.
Frame it. Murderous masterpiece.

When a salmon named Steve
Met a starfish named Tracey.
They had hot, shelley *** and made
A tuna.
Named Brian.
And he swam past a jellyfish just last week.
And it was a Wednesday.

The traveller walked
His lonely Road
On slow and solemn stones.

He stared out into
The fields of sorrow,
And thought about his own.

They came to mind
But left his memory
Replaced by what he'd done.

And the crystal sunrise
Gone forever
To find his way back home.

Take the fire down.
Ember stealing crown.
Cold and wet and...
Free. Wash it over me.
See the frostbite grow.
Doesn't matter now.
King is watching me.
Why's the rope on that tree?

Head upon the railroad steel,
Let us see how much you feel.
Iron horse stampedes your way,
Let us see how much you sway.
Head dismembered neck bleeds out,
Perhaps you should have just pulled out.

The blade chooses and chops.
Dispensing clotted closure.
Silken Crimson
Pumping through.
Sodden clothes.  
Weakening resistance
Hands up go down.
Sliced and diced.
Wavy ribbons.
Metal spectates.
The corpse is moving.
Slimy red slug going nowhere.
The slug stays nowhere.

Show me. A life without a door frame,
A life that lies beyond the Doorframe.
I'll be waiting, by the doorframe.
For you to kiss inside the door, frame.