When we sit at staionary station
Watching
Our essence drift by
Sometimes you'll find the strength
To reach out
At the trails left behind.

But sometimes you won't.

And as you impound
These thoughts, it's already too
Late.

You wait, wondering where; people
Have gone,
You open your eyes, realising they were never closed.
And you tumble slightly onto the tracks.

As the memoirs of your evening come back,
You awaken screaming internally at all the empty faces.

You squint briefly
To the inconveince of blinking.

But you are no longer there.

I remember being dizzy
As I followed the spiral staircase of life.

I lost my feelings somewhere inbetween the railings
Someplace near the bottom?
Or maybe on the steps?

I used to articulate my sadness
But silently fell numb; empty.
Perpetually avoiding all matter.

I lay here for days wishing I could sleep.
Counting the passage of time, but not really.
I sleep while watching my eyesight fade.

Sometimes I'll ponder the beauty of making red petals.
With knives I'd like to buy.
I dream about the luxury of sharing them with my bathroom.

To show I existed once

But for now I merely exist.

I'm diabolically lonely
And in love
With melancholy

As she leaves me
Like a cancer on my lips
My wisdom depreciates--

And I miss the depressions
She left me in the snow.
When we talk, she tries to whisper
Sweet Sundays of pill-popping
To hangman Tuesdays.

But I am too afraid to leave my house.
It's stagnant here.
With the sadness I should marry.

Kissing me one last time before I get to leave.

It took time
For me--
As I ate glass,
In pitch black
'Breathing'

I fear for the colour yellow.

And the time it took
To spit out the
Pain; bleeding
Wrinkles.

Expect nails so
Long you'd know me.
I speak in whispers
Singing homeless cords.

I only wish I was awake this time

Hello I laughed
Euphorically
To the people around me.

They stare blankly
But I speak too fast; faster
Than this occasion calls.

At least pigeons eat
My understanding
And my poetry is speaking nonsense
Now.

So I talk to dolphins
But their speech impediments
Were to beautiful–
To hear.
Goodbye I tried to say

While my jugular bled all over the floor.

It's her soul
That's broken
We mist it.

Failing to save her.
He fell frustrated,
Trying to strangle callouses
On his hands.

Until moonflowers shone
The brightest black.

Caring is hard.
When your soul
Is Numb.

A melody so
Beau-ti-ful-ly broken
It's- ghostly
To ears-
And the
Bone frore; psoriasis skin
Screaming vociferous
With claret shot
Token festered eyes
Could speak

Glacial strokes to
An empty
Mere,
Growing epicormic buds
For fresh-er-than-threshing
Squabbles.

Shadows speak
And evanesce,
When the blood
I made shivering
Seeps warmth; to tears.
I call for Help--

                        Guidance-

                                             Aid

It echoes and
I forget--
Why I came here.
While the big-ness of things and feelings
Are gone again.

It's the thinking that hurts,
The cavity of x and y
Which drapes proclivity
In the way
My words work,
Almost Bro-
                  ken.

Slightly when spoken
From dorsum,
I welcome you
To the Stitches
Of other halves-

The part I dampen
More than antediluvian revoke
And- Anamnesis wrinkles,
Spitting essentia spirit
Until all I am is-
Eighty-six

Cotton aromas,
Become a cloister
That shifts into
Lavender conundrums--
And the field you see
'Winces'
As it caters-to-corpses
All lumpy; fractured
With reds so dry
From hues of 'once been' and ' Never hads'

I'd been beyond an abyss; darker
Than demons piled up
'Peeping'
Senseless death.
As the chronosphere
Parades.
I see treacle as bones
And razors for
Bandages.

I grew tasteless here
Where cutting couldn't
Help-
Dandelion daisy chain odours
Leave my veins-
And somehow they'd stolen moments

--Moments I never even knew I'd lost.

Dinosaur skin
Wielding--
Soft aches
For butterfly
Chantries

And helium breathes
The nerves I break

But only for a

'Single'

Second
                                            (It was lonely here)

As I became nullified numb
I realised, each lung was lined
With sorrow-

And I'd been waiting for the-

Death it brings.

Piece by piece-
My arms burdened me
Too heavy to lift,
But they move slightly
And just enough-
To cut 'ambilevous'
Ties-

Piece-by-piece,
It regrows.
And I'm besieging inside-
'Pretending'
Because it's the pretense that counts,

I tell my feet
While covered in mud
So I wouldn't see them--

I couldn't feel them,

Piece by piece
They erode and I question-
Help?

Maybe I should
Carve slices
Of skin

To--

Consolidate her
With the pieces-
Because my blood
Is all I have.

As-

I gave my bones to
An acacia tree
It grows thorns
Out of eye sockets,

And it's shadow
Cast's sorrow where
We used to speak.

We're trouble
You--and-I
She spoke loudly, As the plants watched her cry.

It was leather bound-borderless
-Transcriptions, I told you secretly.

As ataxia spread to bones,
Belonging-
To reflections of invisible limbs.

Goosebumps spoke blasphemy
And nobody knows,
Why--

So we paused; inadvertently denying
Each other's breath-
In this dogma of dreams

Bred tectonic tidal locks
In all imaginings.

Help!

Screamed my mulberry bush.
It was more peculiar than not,
Wearing damsons for shoes.

She cried so mutely,
While the winds pouted softly.
Expressing exaggerations of briskly
Soaked demons delivering
Allegory.

In the form of tapping leaves-
Scrying for millennium branches
And canker-core enlightenment.

We merely are-- broken mishaps
Bearing mutations; teeny-tiny
Fluctuations in the dust of dusts.

'Excuse me'

She whispered so subtly,
That he forgot to notice.

As her heart bled free
From his hands.

I've been existing,
Co-existing
And non-existing.

Theres a smell of blood I get when eating pieces of myself.
Savouring them for later.
Unable to begin or end I cannot stay or leave as always-

Intended because my skin crawls abnormally.
Though anti-gravity possesed each piece in essence
Theres a sickness in that I do agree.

But benevolence is seldomn here
Anymore, and sanity is long bereaved
I am merely stone holding onto fragments of thinner things.

Breathing phosphate, I apologise for the wings
That were sewn together out of spite.
I've cracked legs to be here.
Listening to those sounds that connect my emotions to my understanding became relief becomes...
More angry than you know, like a whisper in the snow
I drift--

I've been simplifying extradiction
To those of comatose bamboozling
Contradiction...

Lost--
Pieces of me
I let dewindle and stay.
This invisble war
Was love-
Fall
       -ing

Into lon-li-ness.

I've been circle sawing
Idle thoughts
--Prozac tents,
Disregarding her while
Crawling caterpillars are my skin,
I begin to drift algrid monotones.

With lead volcanoes
Weighing majestic suffering

To broken keys and hanging fingers.

The wirs; whistle
Prestigace melancholy
To their voices,

Merely whispers now.
An aftermath of discord
This epoch of anarchy
I never share these
Demons with them

But your baffling now
Waiting--
Your mind is muddled
Melding the wrong words to connections
I never made.

The disarray, in time
Becomes albany.

The word for dying
Seeps in-and-out of exsistence
But these poems can never be long
Enough to express.

Feelings.

This pavement is mine
Made of sharpened glass
But I forgot my shoes today.

Pause-

Moments long-passed, my feet are broken now although your reading on. I weep help;quietly as my hands begin to bleed thoughts with you,

Strangers--

You're blank pages seeking commerce and familiarity with someone else in anonymity. We're just passing fiction in sadness missing all the

Important

Things.
Because I let fear win.

Broken glass-embers
Sizzle; silence.
And maroon agony.

I'm trapped here
Sifting through those bones-
Again-- I was
Asking angels for cigarettes
Made of reeds.


And they spoke in itchy eyes,
Aching doubts.

So I lay there in
Crimson ashes-
Waiting for the
Make believe to tell me toxins.

Silt-carriers creeping
Enigmatic tidings
-whiskering
Whiskey translucence
And ***** tonics

Age brought, silent sorrows
I wept them-slowly
For-for-getting,

I could be-
A demon cleansing wreaths
Of teeth and all
You see are leaves.

Petals grow on my skin
Talking venoms and frog-like sin
Yet people are hearing hymns,

Though my wrists are just over
Burdened bludgeonings
Theres blankness and hollows.

I've been licking sandpaper,
-Again scraping away
The disease.
I let you carry,

There were only icicle covered
Cannibals; bearing hearts of lead.

My anchor to it is gone--

I think-
I think.

-I killed it for fear,
And now I'm sugarcoating-
Poisons, giving cysts.

To lesser parts of me.
Help me--

I would ask the husk of my heart.

Bones kissing
Flesh weave sunlight
Into steamless streams,
Of noone and nothing.

Your hands freeze
The distance of us-
To my chest

--And I-refuse to open
Spring's flowers
For fear of missing you-



Glass whispers escape...

Its a whimper
Inside my ears
Trickling rivers of blood.

As softness carelessly
Cold begins asking
Demons--
From pandemonia

For mistakes-
We-the-broken
Played with
Ribcages as children.

We were as bread.

My phantom hand
Reaps coldness
And sows the seed
With a nightmare's wish.

As blisters grow on
These lips I find
Insomniac groans-
For everyone.

I'm alone--

Always.

Excuse me--

Said a zebra wearing
Shadows-
And hooves cackling sin.

You misunderstood
Biometric dystopian
Canyons flashing

Swiftly beneath stripes
Crying for negative's-sake

'I have no smoke-thistling
Essence--'

Poisoning cerebellum creams.

This copper-light
I wield scoffs steadily
At the gate we watch.

Though lapless lions
Bare nonchalant goose-bumps
Cheating windy copses

From sandy-lane slumbers,
It's bleeding peaches and gums
Because agony is only
Two decimals less than
Those without.

L: Hello B.
B: Hey--

L: I breathe dragon parts and leprechaun skin.

B: You're broken flames blinking gold-dust away with the sun.

L: We were dancing ancient tongues
for icy dreams and lead-lined seams.

B: Fireworks stole away our seals as we cried at frayed stitches, bleaching eyes.

L: I knew the clouds you kept, but I'm singing rosey buttons and westward hedges.

B: I'll see you--in the soft winds- murmuring to bushes and stifling sound-light.

L: Cataracts bind us for more will come.

There's more singular saplings
Reading violet dandies
Instead of make believe
-Manuscripts

Where voids
Live in non-existence.

-Mountains creep slowly,
Towards the sun
While trees trample-
Moons with footprints.

And I--I feel stuck-
Suckling quicksand
From beneath my bones.

-Waiting for midnight
To catch away,

The rain.

Younger now--
Winking-wards-back-
-Never feeding satchels
With broken thumbs.

Slightly sniffing-
Sorrows in--
Decrepit hand-bags,

The silence is short.

And supposing day-beings
Are breaking evenings,
For nights that always come.

We know attics; see-how
Detached I am.
That boldness of single
Salmon-sand.