everything about me
is pulled
to you

..into your wet
m-a-g-n-e-t

except, that reality has the upper hand
grip so tight
it smothers

aaaaaaaaaaahhhhh….  being born
you are so **** to me
but you can’t handle this urgent energy between us
time won't give
but this fantasia keeps spilling over
the one you sleep with


you let go of the threads of this thing
only to see yourself
stranded
in the one place you half-expected to find me

inside your head
how come I'm still there?

still alive
just tilting at the windmills, is all

benchmarks of perception rigged severe
leaves fine human to stiff foe of the self
complicit in this graceful, entrancing love
yet hop in berate haste with hooded view


no breach in hull of trust

in the god queue of offerings
some were bestowed beauty, others analytical science minds
some oddly grabbed a great many handfuls of diffidence
while others sat on loud but empty wind bags

some come in last, if ever for tryst rewards
but gain
sweet prizes in discretion

I am on your chest of fighting pearls
Like a rack of phobias hovering over you
I push my eight legs hard between your ribs
As not only your pupils dilate

Your ribcage is wide open for me
To feast merciless on your frighted heart
I watch you with my thousand hooded eyes
As you arch your back with eyes closed

You hate so many things
Like morning breath and crumbs
But I will push this acrid vapour into you
As I press your back deep through the floor

I will take you there, come with me
Where you cannot go, by yourself
Don’t kneel before me, get the **** up and face
As we both push on to unpaced frontiers...

little hope
no fine blossoms
no birds twittering jolly song
no wind whispering sweet secrets of life
no burnt offerings to assuage the raging storms
no clouds to ease the draining worry, the awkward pain
no rain as release against the relentless brunt of constant burn
no other globe willing or able enough to take in a battle-worn escapee

too late

better to
learn to sabotage any attempt
to grow
any fruit already
blighted

easier to just let go
just succumb
it's only love, they say
why the fuss?

no need to lament
no need to hope

don't utter the words then
for fear i may go deaf

don't write it in a letter
for fear i may go blind

don't pluck my heart strings so
for fear i may go mad

fear not, i'll try not to worry
your heartbeat gave me the answer

place the poem in a bottle
set it upon the Atlantic

nay, my dear friend
cast dreams into the sea

i will find your message
in the next lifetime

meet you in the next..

sitting outside the doorstep to your soul
I hear nothing

sitting on the edge of dreams
I see nothing
of hope

been put out for a while
yet I bear nothing
but love

been waiting so long
so many lifetimes
to meet twin light

you
make it so good
and more sizzling

you
and your ire
and your envy
and your tongue

make it so good
for me


(with her)

looks like I'm about to lose my heart to her
I'd like to lose something else to her

her mouth looks like a good extractor....

with fangs prepared
we wait
by stepping out cavern of blue thoughts
and into

night sky
lit by glow of stick-end
night sky
carried on the back of an ant
night sky
begs remorse's end

night sky
brings out unsuspecting fools
to dither aimless
to seek nocturnal sweets
yet hunger dangles in ropy clots
undissolved
only to find acrid wind.

keen dance in the willows
a weeping to come
never keeping anything
yet always reaping

your colors seep and bleed
deep and fast into my tapestry
alter complexion
darker hues peer subtly over
the ledge of lost dreams
and its sister comes to lodge
within the temple of this

lonely yellow heart, mellows
bright green soul, bruised
indignant white passion, bright
vivid purple bliss, falters


turn your bright eyes from me