pencil
slithering      along paper
projecting a negative
spilling with meaning
enduring
the human condition
coiled abstracted
killing
the beekeepers  daughter
dimming
with every other mistake
just another
scrumpled piece of paper
census taker
wet
with excitement
cabinets, pills, waste
a false flag
fundamental
our angels of materialism
cue commercials
peasants whim
never finding
the key to expression

heaven is a hole in the wall
heaven is paint peeling off that wall
in an old folks home
reflecting voices that used to be there
waking up
and realising that no one cares
no one is gonna come
residing in our **** and ****
heaven is the loose springs in your bed
keeping you up all night
and cutting up your back
as you stare into the frosted spectre
breathing in the acrid rhythms
of the night
compressed arteries
shallow breathing
heaven is the certainty
that you are finite
heaven is what was here once
but now is gone
heaven is knowing
that your friends, family, father, mother, brother and sister
loved you...
but now they're dead
and you only have yourself left to love
heaven is the death rattle
as you take your last breaths
heaven is the sporadic void
swallowing the darkness
that lurks in your mind
heaven is the realisation
that you are going to hell
heaven is a word...

walking
she folds
with an objective
smile
sticking
hoping they would stop
her hips
are peepholes
climbing without reason
smokeless skies
a clear day
sheltered in our terrain
torn asunder
with
an abstract rejection
of chemistry

the coffee ***
is bleeding
soaked up
by cotton
but
we're happy

i used to get drunk
and lie
now
i get drunk and forget
alleviate regret
let's park ourselves
here
knees in stirrups
lopsided
down
slamming my head
through doors
and
every hour

unfastidious relief
my throat burns
like a midnight afterglow
crystallised
in fleeting harmony
jaded reflux
relishing
in others memory
piecing the night together
from bed
from outside windows
under cars
and in apertures
tiptoeing on one foot
drinking my third segment
of tonight
black, snotty wine
drying in blue
destroying my thirst
and cracking my lips
i tumble onward
stewing in false pretense
irregular
unimportant conversation
fabricated
pissy and ****-faced
struggling to capsize
their ego
finding oneself
in black bin bags
filled with a need
to socialise
for the sake of it
my bones are empty
the road bends
and my back is wet
first one to
go home tonight
is dead

echoplex
once obscurantist
now scrutinised in headlines
i'm beginning to feel ok
chaser after chaser to wash down sour sentiment
eviscerate the taste
turncoat
is there an origin?
split your infinities
shed your non-essential claws
embedded deep
broken umbrellas
my eyes look different
atlas falls in amongst the spectrum
lack of character
efavirenz, whitewater in apex
prophetic undertones
cold diffusables
soda left to evaporate
poured over CMYK
through tabloid idiocy
nonsense on stilts
into wormwoods faded muse
yellow collapse
there is a feeling
living game theory
a thought of paranoia
god send the dream
anechoic
salivate the ebb
neo-conservative laden draped production
phenobarbital
can't stretch for a smile
temporal need
bizarre cognition
i feel sorry for me
suffrage, occam's swollen belly
polish fear with a sum
the way of all flesh
shadowed contents entitled: from a to b
from point to point
you want to shift the position of power
there's no one there in the morning
at the foot of the bed
or in the mirror
believe your own fabrications
dial in doubt, dial out everything
we're exactly where we want to be
moulded in consumption
ivory and elephants
the right place
stark lines
compass to televise
triangulate our complacency
shower heads dripping with aspirin
floating corpse
burning ruins, stretched moans
agony suffice, burned out
stick to the skin
all i see is rebus
face bursts with allusion
ear full of maggots
a better tomorrow is a better today
talcum meditation
underhand rhetoric
you are an idiom to fundamentalist greed
partial differential
ignorant and flabby
you can catch me headfirst over a toilet seat
working for kowloon
red ties
men of lethargy, motivated voices
islet of langerhans, shock therapy
anosmia
niche downfall
an arc structure, waste product
halftone mnemonic
lick up my words
capsule, strict reflux
wretching on disappointment
i feel faded
my skin buzzes
tonguing a molar
push it apart
flashes of light
cramps
vestige of fragility
welcoming boredom with open forceps
i don't recognise myself
sponge fed schism
sleeping pills and ***** bath water
cotton tongued peristalsis
egg shells, nodding and a pint of clotted spit
verbal copulation
sprouting flowers from my dead body
feeling like a frayed knot
desolate compendium
shooting pains in my arms
no foresight
i can't get up
i'm busy
i just won't