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.

My death is inevitable
And I stare at pixel
Clouds because forgetting
Is living there.

The horizon is bleak
Yet I still staple my hands
To the table out
Of boredom--

Waiting for unchanging things
To transform.

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.

I'm running--

Running out of sadness that I absorb from songs.

I think my marbles
Have trust and commitment issues
I said while carving out my heart and Slicing it into tree rings before anyone else could.

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

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.

There's a sadness kissing
Me goodnight

And I led myself here
By following the footprints
Of trees.

In her hands
We're magnesium
White--

As-she-tries-to
Touch pale
Pastels,
--We lie-

For ant-eater
Fires and croaking
-Frogs; I say nothing.

But she breathes in
Clicks-
Bedsheet maladies--


Her crab apple
-Transparency.

'Hello' I said while bleeding without reason all over the sky. Waiting for response to only hear melodies of the mind and they say 'it's' insane.

Sitting inside silicon
Whirlpools-clapping--
Away-mercury
Tears.

I'm a chimerian sphinx
Accepting airless-
Han-ker-chiefs,
Showing polyporus-chimneys

Wheezing darkness
For meridian sanctuaries.

I've been threading
Biscuit silk into sorrow--
And now--
Summer-blind
Without the bead.

Asking lillies that sway without-moving--
Airless lungs and neurons- to reflect
Fantasia wallpaper flowers for moonlit clouds
Cutting goosebumps with migraine plaits--
Inbetween aging turn signals into tinsel shapes.

Behind my eyes- I see us graying with feathers
I explain why the raven-- is wearing his skin,
But the beginning doesn't understand you
Waiting
In ambrosia fledglings making magnolia petals
On-a-drift-of-your hair a-windy-melody processes
Ocean life; death.

We adapt-shaking my rainbow shelter with patient feelings-
Of nowadays; the ice is cruel not absent tears loving--
Briefly on leaves, in music; with spores and lavender hands
Because our time is breathing upon each others lips.

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.

I was neverborn
Nothings, knowing
Noone and nether stars

Smiling souls through
Congested dirt digging
Dinosaurs ready--
For

Rapture.

I'm wrapping arteries
Into boxes packed
With frost.

I've broken
Air- questioning
The sound of lost--
Emotions.

But if we were to tell them no, it would be as if yes had already won.

I've been watching my fingers melt. It's not insanity, I merely ran out of  candle wax.

I-am-invisible
Witterings
Passing time
With--
Analogue insects.

We pull on powdered teeth, expecting grain to keep growing, yet watching as only dust falls quietly in place.

He who weeps volcano ashes and seesaw silences forgot how to hear with stencils.

'Why is the raven
Like a writing desk?'

I asked winter--
Crying icicles
Into palpitations.

Of wings croaking
Words and phrases
That evolve us,

Enigmatically
--Sometimes
As we sleep
With seizures

And lifeless seeds.

I wear it- to shackle sorrows.
and breathe dynamite
In siren light.

'Purity'
Is blind--
As

Blackness questions
My fabric's regret
I have closed palms
And now I bleed-gum
Frets--

The silhouette-disjointed
With withering away
In disappointment

Digs a trench-
No bigger than a

Whis--per
Saying sorry.

I'm stainless steel
Rusting--
With silent melodies

Ever-waking to nobody-
-Immortally fractured.

I have a sickness of cutting the same skin, repeatedly expecting a different outcome.

Stones weep moss, while songs draft blood.

I kissed ancestor
Stones beneath
Her bones,

And trees burn
The blood she
Had-- with

Beauty-

We were both invisible
Butterflies spreading
Skin.

In winks and windows
Through whimpers
Wind--blowing
Thin.

Quick-slivering gardens attune to faultering apples.

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