The circus of eyes.
So many eyes.
Blinking and staring.
Why do they stare.
Black eyes that always stare.
So loud, always looking.
Even when they close.
I can see them.
Staring.
Makes my brain hurt.
Makes my nose run.
Because they just won't stop staring at me.
Makes it hard to think.
To function.
Maybe I'll close my eyes instead.

I’m saved.
Sad I meant.
What does it matter it’s done now.
How done though?
Spillage?
Fallout?
Nah, they’ve ****** off to pudding.
And it’s not me so happy days.
Fucksake, turns out they hate apple pie.

So many eyes pass by
They all look but never see.
I ponder to myself
with my eyes closed.

Kettles, hob rings, and rancid buttered things.
Teabags, eye bags, wishing I was dead.
*******, regret stains, killing me inside,
Fruit juice, footloose, do it all again.

Something old,
Sniffing glue.
Homeless grandma,
In plain view.

Staring into the abyss, it smiles back.
Deep and wanting, we are the same.
We long for what each other has.
Everything for nothing.

How far is too far?
when you're in far far away.

Take a lonely stroll through the park of life
Why not kick a stone whilst you’re there to enjoy the mood?
Turn and face the oncoming sweep of hatred with pitchforks at your throat
All you did was kick a little stone.
The rope is tight, it cuts and you bleed
But try to smile as the hateful hands stroke at you with enviable despise.
They drag you through dirt that scathes your façade.
But still you show what’s left of your smile.
The ropes pull and off you fly behind hooves of hatred,
gored and disfigured you cheerfully drag yourself up from behind the horse.
The horse **** tearing at your wounds as you try to stand.
Such a crowd
You wave at your fans and they pelt you with vinegar,
acid bubbles into the bastardised crevices,
your legs buckle as you’re yanked from behind ,
your eyes falter as you watch your essence snake out into the rabble.
They lick at your heels as your mind begins to wander.
Back to the block. You come to, the crowd is cheering
They’re happy and so you thank your audience.
Your eyes adjusting to the love as the axe blade cracks your neck through to the jaw leaving your disfigured skull rolling down into the dispersing gathering.

Your head in my hands,
Breathing slowly my scent
Choking and joking
It isn't as real as it is to me

Nuzzled in close.
My boosom in bloom.
Coughing rejecting
I dream of time when you can just love me.

I wash you away
A **** down the drain
Your silence are screams
I wish you would just make it up to me.

ceiling stares,
too many stairs.
basin call ,
shower halls.
Eyes wide awake, stumbling trying to find my feet.
concrete composure, brick beckoning.
south is forward north is back, out is now.

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.

Hang time as the Watchman whistles,
A merry tune dancing upon; The daisies.
Stiffened, to attention.
Rigid salutations, graciously fragile.
What use is a cornman in a field of daisies?
When a Watchman watches such watchless whimsy?
The Watchman hangs in his field of daisies,
Rigid, salutations, in the hang time breeze.

Eyes down first number,
Curtain call on pain,
That's it folks the shows over,
Game set match,
Call time
Enough is enough.

And this, my friends, is it. This brown bed of molten iron you call a home is doing everything in its power to ****** you.

Dressed in ink smiles we stare back,
Memories on paper lost to time.
Happy visions gone by,
Premonitions of time already lost.
I hold the moments in my hand,
and I wonder to myself,
Would they recognise me now?

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.

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

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.

Glass half empty,
because I drank the other half.
Drinking emptiness to fill empty.

Might meet some people
Might drink some whiskey
Might get high because its Saturday.

They say that life is fleeting,
I wish mine would fleet right off.
Loved ones say 'you can't mean that'
I say fleet them all.
Fleet you, your mum, your whole **** family,
Fleet the fleeting dog.
Fleet this world that I live in,
This fleetless fleeting pit.

'are you finished?' loved ones kindly protest.
'No I'm fleeting not!'
Fleet you all, and please kindly
Let me fleet to memory.

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.

Tasty line off a ***** sink.
Buzz cut buzz nut.
'hiya mate'
She says.
'wrong bathroom buddy'
'save us two's'
Bagpuss smile.
I like this one, bathroom buddies.

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.

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

His hand raced across his skin.
The tracks were clear and the driver was driving.
He was winning as the flag flapped and faded.
The driver delighted at the champagne spray.

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

Chewy chewy bugs. Make the fox do the happy dance.
Let the fox dance. Hes happy.
Feasting on his tea.
Chewy fox happy fox.
Cute fox in his fox hole.
Leave the fox be.
In his happy hole.
He'll play tomorrow.

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.

He keeled over
Poor dog.
He liked that one.
She smiled, strawberry mouth.
He blossomed. Flowers I'm frost.
'**** on it'
He muttered as he hallucinated.
Tripping absolute *****, chewing gum.
south. Shirt and tie.
'yes'
They admitted.
Hired darling.
Come, walk under the ladder.
He did
They laughed.
He slit his wrists because it was Tuesday.

Happy go mushroom.
Quilt, in sundown.
Eyebrows see much.
Juxta high five.
Tell them from the top,
Hark now the beggar sings.
Bellow.
Fold up. Done.

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.

The chest of secrets.
Treasure's untold.
Beholden to the maker,
Corseted and peeking.

Ready the horses,
Wax clean the saddle.
I'm riding again.
To battle, to the end.

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

I survey a field of green.
A green tea haven of geisha girls and butterflies.
I watch it swell and Bloom.
I see the greenery swallow.
I watch the forest grown brown.
It swells in its own poison.
Browning, flaking in its own skin.
Dried in envy at its own finality.

Glassed in the face,
Hands torn from the bone.
The mirror shard glances a look .
It drenches itself in talc.
A pure white terror.
The red leaks through,
Taking a slow country drive over its skin.
The shards purposefully placed.
An easter island oddity.
It wipes its brow,
It stings some more.
Pure white powdered hot pain.
Its beautiful.

Poltergeist.
Hidden in the depths of a man's design.
Always waiting.
Always causing the next nightmare.
But then, just then. The Man wakes up. And realises that the shadows of himself are the shades he created in the dark.
And then he smiles.
Because he knows he's terrified of himself.

But it burns
We are
Your sins, and feel goods.
Wiping, shiny, none.

Salivating, you swirl around my tongue.
My taste buds drown in your pleasure.
My teeth stand strong, knees weak.
The moment is gone.
Draining down the throat.
My teeth rot. My brain begins to frenzy.
My tongue longs again for your affection.
Clammy fingers fumble the bag.
Salivating once more,
Hand comes to mouth.

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.

Healing, is what you find in the pour,
A heartful of hatred and anger, and sore.
Weeping into a vessel of lies your hand shakes violently.
What a *****.
Tears streaming down, you sink one more glass, the nails, tinsel go down.
The bottle of caltrops seemed so tasty in a crisis, home grown.

Goodness gracious.
Vinaigrette vivacious
Testicular temptatious.
As we're all falling down.
Atishoo. Hiemlich maneuvers.
Justiciar. Sensible says a lot to say.
Especially if I say nothing.
For a fortune.

It's too late.
To dig my own grave.
Why is it so hard?
To just fade away.
Fade to dust.
To nothing.
To be a silent poltergeist.
I dress in cadaver drag.
To human applause.
They scream encore.
I set my alarm,
Wishing I don't hear it.
Wishing for a sun that doesn't rise.
Dreaming of a total eclipse
Of the mind.

Will anyone ever see,
The loneliness behind,
These callous, hateful, hollow, spiteful,
Lonely eyes of mine.

Your hand in mine
Crossing clouds, through time.
I'll be there soon,
And never will I loose you again.

This all you that wanted.
All you ever hoped and dreamed.
This is all that you prayed for.
Through your shallow, silent screams.
Be happy and be thankful.
The pain will soon be here.
Be still and be breathe slow now
The end will set you free.

Clink of glass on glass
Life blood pouring forth
Cold and sour
Slick and good
The haze will claim us soon

On the path to ruin
The young boy takes his gun
He's made his peace with all his misery
He'll showdown with the gun.

Trail blazing for coins
She chunners to herself.
Singing a song
Nobody knows.
Vocational begging
She has all the skills.
Whatever you want.
Give her a quid,
She'll shower you with praise.
Give her a note,
She'll give your **** a name.
Pay her a fee,
She'll writhe in the dark.
Patrolling the alleys
It's all the same.
Her gypsy heroism
Keeping all the girls safe.
Her job is the same.
Toothless by daylight.
Desirable in dark.