--With antlers
Breaking; broken
We're all-
Wonder; wandering

Through the glass
Forest where trunks
Reflect regret--
And leaves cut mistakes
Into scars.

We are deer,
Eating barb-tailing
Grass.

But I'm sorry
Antibiotic acorns
Aren't working anymore.

My pupil's seep,
Mercury in return.

When that feeling--
Attaches bed-linen
To stapling sharks,
They begin birthing

'Acknowledgement'

Over-born and too-
Bright for us treacle-bound.
We'll lay sections
Before us--

But I'm stuck-with-
Sasquatch oaks; --ginkgo golems
If only clouds could lift
The moon which frequents
Venus-speech at night.

Needless for dormant-- endings
We've been untwisting,
Thoughts trapped tightly
In rules-
And it's us again,

That can see or forget the darkness,
When keyboards and pens
Tame the light.

My tears are--
Narcoleptic diagonals
Collapsing forward-

Motion into neurons-
Bound-by-arteries
Instead of gravity.

They find construct,
By fluorine cyclamen
And wildebeest chantries.

But to understand
Is-bygone-remorse
Made of much more
Than clovers stitches.

Needling skin into bone.
Thoughts from flesh.

There was a man.

Lying face down,
In his ocean of rain-
A reclusion of self...


Sharp with shells
Piercing permeable
Sonnets--


Thistle to speech
Embedded paving's
Of lavender bunkers.

Exude this chalice
For my chandelier
Made tome-stone--


Cemeteries bequeath.

Submit insight
And
Implore.

Succor of cavity
Although termites
Void wholes.

To grievances.




We remember--


We Remember...


Insignificancy
Everlasting.


Forget-all
From-those-
With-frightful--

Diligenc­e.



Rocks are cliffs
And faces.
Heads of people...


Were known
As motif-tulip
Conclaves.

Breakaway, tidal
Ant-bridges...
Because sheer
Necktie parties-

Are translucent.


--Please, ignorance
Slaughtered spaces.

Instinct grew petty.
Taxing arteries
To split...


Knowledge.

If only wisdom
Used-to exist.

I've always itched
For perfect mahogany
Chimera doubles.

Cavorting into her,
Psychologies
Fullest emptiness.

Drastic is the
...Vow...

One which
Most perceive.

I let it
Palpate
My sheathing...

And my entrails
Lay open...
As she played cello.

With intestines of mine,
Her smile planted
In mist.

Painted on sawmill
Hinges...
It began.

To sieve serrating
..Arms...
Back to my tissues
Within.

My bones; refused
Seeping aqueducts.

Only to quail from sin.

We wetted; our contour
Tongues on....
O-negative streams.

So animalistic,
I dwindled upon
Her lancet...

And we let our
Collage begin.

Photoframed
Half-winged butterfly
Broken; blackened
On a wall
Of mitosis
Blood--

Onyx oblivious
-Oh woe
'I-call-it'
And cherish the crate
Which cankers within-

It's time I shed
--Anatomy,
Because the colour
Of space

Is defective.

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.

Wily white meadow--
Bridles her name- silently
And--
Caribou hold their tears.


Roots promise with midst-
To miss her--
So cantaloupe may be-
In-every-second.

We aren't in lilac and lily.
But my paws are padded
Told-telling--



I walk.

She--


Was Hal-f-
Torn.


When carousel
Cabinets; whirled
Ferociously around.


A mouse-
Of maggot--butterflies.

It seethes here...


She-- was just-

Rustling, her carrier-bag.
Weeps.

From useable filaments.

I sip slower
At weavings and
Winter wisps
Where, weather is withering
Blue.

And I enunciate
Evil everlasting.
Dark kraken
Dreams spelt in ***.

Eating-
Colourless mixtures
Throw hues that
Don't exist yet.

I trip for a second,
And grey slips
Out-

As I fumble,
I see
A broken hare


Well?

I wept blindness
Into my hands
Gratefully declining
My friend
Who's Death.

There's summer-sand
Between her teeth
When siphoning
Passion from stones.

And she tastes each
One gradually
As they bring remorse
In mem-ori-o-so,

While catkins fall
Artificially behind
Her soul.

Clover's tonsils
Accessorise air
With magnates
And hawk-fractures

Crackling bones to boxes,
Catching  maskcara wraths
Slipping on hiccups-
Beguiling in silence

There's lip-syncing
Fear in the fire.

Where-

Neptune bleeds
Polymorph dancing
It's complicated-
Mis-understood-alliterations.

Wheezing on shy mountains
Crying ash into canyons
Accepting beings bought
Of sleep.

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.

We didn't--
Comprehend-his-daemon
Upon a precipice of
Rounded metallic.
They wouldn't mimic
Pixies regurgitating
Amino acids,
For no accord
Of constellation.


We sat--

She sits-


They disturb ontological
Passives first, never thinking.
This girl would watch
At wigwam pace because--
Instead of learning
Who and how...


Our dry hearts, pumped dust.

Your aging on
Those bones
We share
While

Caterpillars
And carapace-soil,
Beneath--
Our souls

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

--Impossibly.

To tell-
Neither a raven nor a mouse
Could see my peacock
Tale.

I hold proxy panama
And why-born wyvern
Anomalies in--
Hindering hands.

The planets speak sometimes
With wrinkled minds and skin,

It's my 'winter hair'
They scream in
Silver petals.

I'm copper-rain-
-now
Adjoining to the finch
Burdening blackbirds
With my teeth.

We as everyone like to-
***** on our feet and-
Watch as dinosaurs
Evolve tongues that--
Paint.

Look--
Spoke-an
-Elixir of drinking
Revolving on anecdotal-- songs
Smudging dialect with faceless
Smoke and

--Tree stamp magnates
Break silicon fingers
Every-time-floating-
Becomes a possibility.

Metallic-murdering
On precise though incisions
Through mice; made gagging
Voices--

Those frogs that sleep backwards,
-Wingless for the flies

We are comatose rising.

These wyrms
Stand shorter than placing
Feet.

Her oaken hair bristles
With autumn's hues
And conker cues.

Founding flickers of
Bloodwine tears speaking
Avalanche glances.

We are wintering clouds
Conjoining summer strangers.
Doting flares; icicle years.
Finding you

A ghost on all their faces.

She is snowless-shadows
Overseeing vagabond centuries
And her smoothness--

Defies halcyon moons
Her hoplite eyes,
Breaks my golem
Heart.

This figurine beauty
Curves informally
With tinder-cove
Allergies.

'You know'

In hanging hands.

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.

Her feet bled mist.
As shes apocalyptic-
Walking--

When people wilt.
She can't help,
But watch.

The tears half-trip
Downwards; stumbling-
Storms

And a second,
A moment--
A century



Too late she'd gone.

Whiskers lay silent,
In places that
Couldn't be reached.


Onyx fell-
It never said
Goodbye-or-hello

For this ink sowed-
A-seed-inside-
Hymn hearts--
And waited.


She's catastrophic--
Stillness,

Leaning on glazed
Eyes I watch,
And fall asleep.

My fusion-felt
Atmosphere,
Is heavy handed

But I'm just-
Pedestrian salt,
And licorice findings.

This symbiosis of--
Nylon webs tweak
Reactor cord,
Which I see--

Sewing segments to
My face.

I-as-stygian
Thatching; drown
Synthetic wastrels.

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.

It was a tooth-less
Ache--
That strangled me.

And I'm sure,
Ingesting nettles
Felt numb.

We-let-the-rose
Claw dress me,
For Finer
-Moments.

The clouds watched
Me refuse to surrender
Suffocation.



Maybe indifference bleached
Them colour-blind.

Hi--



I've been black everest-
Shivering with white--
Finger-bite numb.

My esophagus is
Riddled with insomniac
Razor blade letters.

Scratching just beneath the skin.
Yet as each one is-slowly-swallowed,
I blank out.

Trickling inside I
Speak parcel-tongue-
Feelings as occasionally
I bleed melancholy--
Hidden amongst songs.

--And I know the
Tears are lying to me,
Too us with sadness.

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.

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

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.

I'm-slow-rhythm
-Kissing-spaces
With thyme,

And we call her rosemary
because fear stole the heart
While my mind fathoms her name.

'Sometimes'

I'll call her coral
As I sleep shes sun-bound
Drying eyes.

Even though--
Merely-working
Keeping pastures and paper alive.

These visions; I must see again.

We as night,
Greet the-moon-with-stars.

And I the lampshade
Tried to tell you
Something--

But my memory-
For-gets.

I attempt to feel,
Though-my-skin
Is stifled--

As it networks
Into-me--copying,
Parasitic fungi.

From embryo days
The sun starts to
Cry membrane.

Losing menageries.

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.

Sturdy umbrella hands
Absurdly-stealing white-hot
Whiskers; -bleeding's
Of her heart.

Gravity held them,
For black hole -minutes
While medusa's
Tongue mesmerised us-

Time was sneaking-snow dragons,
Breath inside cardiac-wisps
And Winchester demons

Laughed as I was feigned
By void-born darkness.

It's like grinding-
Thistle-lips when speaking--
Trying to trample,

'Assumption'

Told us melancholy
With which; I wear
Knives-as-skin.

My Cerebellum-doesn't
Know-how-to
--Connect?

Channeling changes,
You'd rather see
Becomes me.

I listen sideways; stepping
Speech--
I'd eat bramble branches
For impediments of you.

Screaming red-raw-thorns
As they skewer-
My throat.

I giggle blisters instead.