Crisp packet crunch.
Aids breakfast. I'm a clown.
Forest ****.
Happy prayers.
We're clever.
Beheaded at dawn.
Beans and sausage on time.

Are you playing alone again boy?
Nobody listening,
But you've an important job to do boy.

Playing with your toys again boy.
They're still not listening,
Keep up the work you're doing,
Alone again boy.

And when you get campylobacter
From licking the wheels on your toy tractor,
You'll die all alone in the end boy.

Important work you're doing
Very important that you do it
All alone little boy.

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.

When there's **** all else to do.
What else is there to turn to?

When your mind is on the edge.
With no-one to talk it down.
When you said good morning to your own mother
When your knees just want to buckle
When the end is oh so close
But you don't believe in ghosts
When you're prattling on inside you're own head
When not one useful words being said
When you have friends you're going to miss but they'll never see you like this
When you just want to scream it all out but you've nothing useful to shout.
When you want the world to bend to your selfish will.
But it shouldn't. Because that's selfish.

Do we see the echos of heart?
Shining there, so beautiful.
Holding on, soldier strong.
Distance is a dream gone by.
Holding on for one more time.

Saddnes snaring, Call at the sun if he's awake.
He's staring down, just not at you and your pity clouds.
Cry alone.

A whisper.
A songbirds prayer.
A choke in a madmans dance.
A cut.
A carve.
A statue, blood romance.

I tell myself
As a man of sense and reason
'Ghosts and gods do not exist'

I'm not afraid
Of movements in shadows
Or the wrath of fiction work deities.

I'm too busy
Haunting my own mind
With toxic self awareness and self made demons.

Our lives are far from home.
You seek truth inside the tomes.
Our lives are leaking outward.
I'm stuck here with your anemia.
I pray to the altar of the blade God.

From seated stone the wasp takes flight. Ready to sting the world red.

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.

Here's the hollow.
Our solemn portrait.
Where trees part thier death.
And our pasture seeps through,
Enriched by the bounty.
We ****** in secret.
Sculptures stripped in silence
A gallery, maddened by its entries.
But scratch off the drops.
Grab the mug from the gift scar on the way out.

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.

Wined, dined, not a lady in sight.
Stomach lump. Body drunk.
Time a line of pudding.
Start your engines. Wave the flag.
This cart will race for miles.
No horizon. No turn off.
Miles and miles and miles.

Deep inside the forested Grove.
A candle lit dinner.
The children play.
They play with twigs.
And branch to sticks.
When the mood allows.
The mood is different today.
The twigs are sharp.
The tree falls down.
And kills them all.
'shall we serve pudding?'

Yellow stone missile, golden in desired glow.
******, glinting in the sun shine.
As it smashes to earth.
Brains peeled from the rock.
Riches gained at the least gasp of life.
Nugget in hand, he brushes off the waste.
A man will pay millions for such a find.
The brains of the previous owner won't cheapen his cut.

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

How are you so deep. How are you so afraid.
How can you go so low?
How sad. How lonesome do you feel.
How do you get there?
How do you find us here?
How are we so near?
We're your your friends.
Your pins, and needles.
Blooded, come with us.

'Wake up your brain boy!'
'they want in!'
You don't want them in, do you?
You shake your head, tentatively.
And you hate everyone because you're vile, yes?
Yes sir.

Running through these brisk fields, swimming with reeds of happiness.
Not a care in the world for the fields that lie beyond.

Sunless dawn.
Shaded hope mast.
Windless sun. Green.
Spotters joy. Seeing the dawn.
Slits the day shy
Cry for the weak.

Drink softly, for he sleeps tonight.
Whispers call red.
Hanging in white.
Dreams are pure and small.
Hopeless in trails. Wine bleeds holy goblet
For the wounded, shaded,  sinful prophets.
Cuts in hopeless wonderment.
Helpless, saviours
Hopeless prophets.
Blood oath goodbye.

Statuette touch in a windless dream.
floating on whispers to a silken shore.
clouds fly by and so do I,
time is abstract as dreams.

Dark becomes daylight,
But I just see dark.

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?

Entangled, enabled, ennobled.
Eternally enfeebled.

Endlessly empty. Embarrassed.

Ended.

Caressed by granite limbs.
Golem gone bad.
Gone rogue, gone ruptured.
Lava bleeding, hot coffee.
Hot mess, rocky Mountain.
Marvel at it.
Fractured but pure.
Let's chip some faces in it.
It's pretty now.

Seeing waves in a foggy clouded view.
They crash and roll like potatoes in a stew.
The day is fierce and nobody seems to care.
I roll around wishing someone was there.

I look like the biggest *******.
When I'm stumbling about the house watching square faces become diagonal.
They ask
Are you OK, why are you looking at me like that?
Am alrigghhtt, am jusstt lucking.
Silly square heads being all diagonal.
Leave me to be a *******

Happiness in days
Singles out to none
Weekends bustling by
Hollows when it's dawn.

Gemstone vibrancy.
See the hole
It's deep
And funny
And shiny
Enticing
Black.

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.

Slip into
Our hopeless lives
It's true
The hearth is warm
In our silly lies.

Wrapped around me
Circles dead
Drenched in blood
Hang em high let em dry
Sunny herbs
Awful stench.

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

Saint your sympathy
It falls on unholy ears.
How do you treat a gargoyle eating breakfast?
Easy
Don’t.

Feeling pretty low
Happy with the state of things.
Some say.
Hardly though.
Things are not ideal.

I called you home.
Cold and afraid.
Blood on the glass, took you on.
Mirror, red hole. I saw the change.
I called you home.
Deep, in the stain.
I saw the mirror.

Bags of beer
Plastic tinsel
Bread and milk
Gifts for all
Lottery ticket
Starry escape

Meadow of grass sweeping slanted
Alive and awake. Delicious fruit.
Sad really. He was a nice lad.

She Bled.
She's hopeful.
Call quiet, distant voices.
Tik tok time once lived.
A favour on the edge of a stream.
Secrets stay by. Watch them drift past.
Fetus. Following dreams. In clouds. Carved on blood.
The child will live.
Cries in paper. Synthetic tubes. Manufacturer magnificence.
From its glass dome it surveys the world.
It's happiness unknown through the sacrifice of its host.

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

Lay still, poltergeist is causing your demons.
pray it all away.
come too, demons  proved too much to handle
pay us more money.

Lost in the dark, guided by what you hate.
Reaching the void, empty, going insane.
You call yourself a monster.
But you're not.
You see yourself in the mirrors of pain, and see your hollow soul.

Into the vapid singularity,
He's ****** forth, whole.
The wasp fly's by, unfettered.

She toils amongst the gravel.
Blood eageled by her hollow gains.
Timid, as time slips softly across her lips.

Time slips around open wrists,
that yearn for redemption.
Tracing crosses in the sky.

Hallowed, and hollowed. She contains her sick spells.

Veridian green billboards with a vetitver scent.

But red with wine and regret.

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.

Suffering upon the suffering
Injury to avenge the injured
Killing to keep up the killing
The tune of death continues to play.

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.

Ducking under puffy men the priest retreats to his chapel and begs the black chair for forgiveness.

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