Boulders
Believed in me
'Sometimes'

--Fictitiously I fail
And these arms
Now merged always
Into-table-cloth
Bore shifting skies

Between rooftops
Singing damnation
With windy-thistle-

Clouds-
Trebling happy hollows.

'I died here'
Somewhere in the,
Meadow.

Gasping occasionally
To siphon life from
Pictures that seldom move.

Blurry leaves a blowing
In the wind-
Belching to blackbirds
Pulling sadness from
Teeth--

Blood; drinkable-
Blindness-

Spits mythology with
Atoms saying,
Admantium dreams-
There's-an-ocean
Sway--

Sweeping beneath
The soul-and I
--And I

Forget--

My fate bestowing
Feet amidst shelves
Made of shin.  

To an uncentered
Head as centerpiece.

Feet mar soot
As they ask tip-toeing
Gravity--

Why-

I feel nothingness
In my bones
Sipping calcium
From old skeletons.

-Now

Close your eyes,
Because this story
Has lost belief.

And trees burn sesame
Seed strings,
-You-understand-endings

Screaming oceans
Collecting-depressive-
Humming birds,

Unwilling to-flap-
Their wings--

Nowadays-everywhere
Tastes like burnt tongues
And bursting blisters

Trying for brighter days.

Decades aren't waiting
For our centuries to think.

--As she sings- violet
Zebra sticks,
Dinner; dancing
Kisses.

We lost secretly
To the severity
Of dreaming never-evers,

I'll deny them for her
Because I belong
With the wind she
Carries carefully in her hands.

You ask--
Why- birds
Sing roses-with-dolphins
And scream blizzards-
With those pieces-of-me

I lose--
To silent-moments
Smaller than chello whispers

I'm dove-tail cornered
Wondering my name again.
Its that corridor we see stealing
Oval boxes and triangle switches.

Red washes off
Our faces,
And stitches tie
Fingers-in-bindings

--Forever

Two foot-daisies
Hanging talons
With horse hooves

Trample lightning
Silhouettes on marble
Trees-

And we bleach
Sun-skin--

Between your toes-
More or less.

Teeth carve each
Spinal column from
You-- and
The distress that follows

Becomes-violin-chess-pieces,
Lining
Stomach's skin for love.

I play with fingerless hands
But my lungs are
Silicon infested

So I search trachea
Storms that
Craft sound from
Glass-panel maces.

Your aging on
Those bones
We share
While

Caterpillars
And carapace-soil,
Beneath--
Our souls

Let lobotomy kiss us--
The-cure-for-all

--Impossibly.

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

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

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.

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.

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

It's been an hour,
A measurement of time
And thyme--

All the clocks are breaking
Somehow-the-hands
Aren't moving.

So I've been waiting,
Patiently in this hour-
-Of never passing
To feel oxygen

-With my hands again
And water in my lungs.

My nails are longer-
Now they cackle,
Illusions as
I coat them; in anti-venom.

And all from above,
For none come below--
To mention me.

I speculate mistakes as,
There made of-
Bandages

Their fabric brittle--

Its time-to-
St--

Stop standing

On backwards.

A feather fell--

Tumblers twirled slowly
To devolve-
Finger-faces.

Around this world
Of out stretched nails.

They were pure red with mere seconds,
Though tendrils fumbled for periods more.

We could fit in between-
Folder-bindings.

These were concealed
By blue branches--
Because the skies had
Tripped over.

And wishes were skulked
From memory lane.

This--
This where
Only space existed.

I should have worn my stilts.

I've become bilateral tainted--
By coincidences and ageing
Aegis fragments,

I wear sickle seeking madness-
Telling water to float, so dryads
Could root with xylem or phloem.

While the amoebas play
Webs like violin; harps-
The trees felt sorrow singing
--And dropped, but one leaf.

For--

This-was--
A waking-
'Wake'
I only tried-to-die once.

Its autumn biloma
And spring-bile holocausts--
I love them both differently-

While we scream at mountains
To hiccups that show-the-buds-
Of leaves to lions.

This love is pinstripe
-Daggers making femur bone
Candles,

With silk weavers and-
Asterisk ribbons,

But one--
Is more
​Friend than
Louver.

Sometimes-- I'm illness
-Breeding pores,
And 'yes' I can feel them.

When I cut through skin-
Searching for inner beauty
--as I've lost mine-

These fingers,
Squelch over weaving's and wraps
Inside-
It's warm red here,
Almost mulled wine evenings--

There's suppression on
Your blink-less face
In tearing lips,
Yet--

You smile.

As you feel my hands rummaging,
Through-broken-ribs in
'Hopes' of stroking lungs-
Only--breathless-slow-motion
Memories occur.

And instead I stab
That precious heart with
Unwarranted lonely,
I'm breeding-on-the-mess
I've made--

Staring-at-the-pieces,
I'd been drinking--
A carcass of iridescent beauty.

This feeling is
No longer tradable
With rigor mortis
In the cartilage of
Tiny-spider-toes
All-patient-pink.

And that beguiling notion,
Wearing an anthem
From Tartarus--

Evolves us as readers-
As we touch the bark and know--
It's the snow that tells us we're cold.
Spreading norn's with sheathe-less
Silence crafting cobble-stone antics,


Through visceral attics
And cankering taste-buds.