L T Winter

L T Winter Feb 2015

Wearing dolor made
Of song, they lift
Discoloured wings

Raindrops begin to
Levitate--upward-
As blackness tramples
In oozing water--

I breathe amongst-insanity
Brandishing the bones of
Butterflies-with-sickly
Pixie magic.

Aileron grow-
Flattened-again-by
-starting points.

White-silvery things
Blink with beadiness
When I throw-
Midnight inside
Body parts,

Still shying from-
Those--
Wayward thoughts.

L T Winter Jan 2015

Silver-sound Stealer

I've contained my
Soul-in-a-cardboard
Jar--
Watching its eternal weep

Until irises blind-themselves
Because barely shoulder length
Hours have passed.

We wield grayling hair
Though wingspan arms
Now pad this jar with
Silence and broken voices
Each-day--

Sleeping magic
Find no notes
With nobody-
As of being as beings and beings

L T Winter Jan 2015

Weightlessly We Wink

I can't feel my nails crushing beneath a mountain of weightlessness- but I can hear them, as these muscles reinstate tooth-ache agony with every blink.

L T Winter Jan 2015

The Sun Is Quieter Than The Sea.

With felt-tip paws I weep at sleeping oceans and try to beckon misery because I know it's hiding here.

#sadness

L T Winter Jan 2015

To-Get-Her

Why--
Are-trees-growing-smaller--
The hippocampus un-decipher-able
With black-vortex-branches

Wielding buried-
White-holes sparring mass.
We the curiouser,

Feel with butterfly bones
Singing silently in silicon-
Chantries-

Isolated to our heads
Together theres a warmth of
Cheeks--
Others bleed cold.

Ever-changing vocabularies
Are blurring pain-
And love into-
One.

L T Winter Jan 2015

Daylight Nectar

I
The viral precipice,

Of epileptic terminology.

Stare into eclipse

Light bestowed.

On sins…

As solitary silence

Begins to forget disease.

And I began to think…

Maybe this is how

I’m meant to be.

L T Winter Jan 2015

Hello, He Said.

Hello, said a man wearing hooves before bleaching us with ruminations, he stabbed our philosophy of love with umbrella doubts; parsley generations.