Staring at endemic
This aráneam friend; crossing-
Few limbs attempting.

Spindle weaving spigots; as-
He levitated eighteen--
Appendages, bewildering
Dainty beauty.

It was his connection--
To sound that; perplexed.
Me-as-the-human.

Watching, watchers, tick.

Patiently pretending my dear-
Arthropod; that scares.

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.

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.

Clouds speak
With lunar light,
As droplets
Slither from gravity.

Ambers; whites; greys; blacks
Slowly blurring boundaries
In tornado fashions.

My bag of mani-fes-tations
Drips blood quietly
While they kiss; coldly
As if forever existed.

I gave them intestine
Necklaces, and hung them from
My tree-
To make decorations.

After cerebral dancing
Their brains were gone,
But wax filled eyes-
Crafted pumpkins.

--Now I wait
-For-the-knock
Trick-or-treat?

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.

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.

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.

Sickly blue
Disturbed dissections
I scream silently
To anyone whose asking.

Because it's my favourite thing to say.

I protrude emptiness, so black
That rainy days
Are bright.

As you shove bones
Down my throat
Expecting me to swallow
And saying it's help.

I cut my skin, to feel
Dissatisfaction

And wait for my lungs
To stop
But the bus stop blues
Never come.

So bleeding waterfalls
Calmly

I metaphorically take pills
Again and again.

Even though I'm metaphysically impaired

I'm still waiting to die.

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.

'I should be dead'


Said the sleeping-
Sadness--
Trying to speak blind
With cayman lips.

This dust is different
Lingering internally-
Flailing at unchangeable.

There were pieces,
Like me--but-
Crafted from puzzle
I left them inside-the-clouds.
On the pathways-
And with her skin-

-Though the atmosphere stole them.

My familiarity had gone-
And now--
All I have,
Is singing carcinogens,
Gargling on numb.

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.

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.

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.

--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'

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.

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.

--It's time
To titter my-ribcage
Concealing-an-eyelids-
Truth,

Begin loosening your
Constriction of me.


--I'm lonely, Much-more-
So than twiddling thumbs.

Ignoring precipice isn't
The problem--
Knowing always, it's here
And found at ease.

****'s samples of egg yolk.

Maybe-that's-why,
So many fear this.

At extension, I adore it-
Relish inside intestines,
Made of glass--
Legs.


I'm the-observer.
The-Watcher.
But now--

I need-
--I need

Something more,
Than distance.

Ceramic burdens
Box these in.

The Wither-ings.

Op-en-ings sting but
Mangling fingers
Play guitar in silence
Plucking skin as if--
Love were the song
Although- this sound
Is too familiar to hear.

And we can't touch
The lyrics that were made,
Because it's to quiet
For fingers long bled.

First threads left-
Us
'Lovelocked'
In alfalfa flays.

I still sob
Sometimes-
For the nights we've missed.

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.

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.

We are the-
Unattainable
Lampshades--flickering
On and off-
In-and-out
With
And without.

--And her skin
Is all I can breathe.

I write in cartilage
Memoirs just to feel
Unfeeling.

But we love unfairly
Until digging nails
Into walls--

Becomes beautiful

We-the-unreachable

I am a golem
Made of black
Glass.

I'm absorbing
Colours
And there's no thank-you-
From me--


There never will be.

As I'm civil speaking
With no words
Or tongue.

To be just fracturing slightly,
Speaking without speaking.

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.

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