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.

cotton on thigh
satin beside hip

hessian under ****
wool over shoulder
polyester inside cuffs

take off, take off

silky silky slide
felt in slit

fabric shifting smooth and rough
delicious contrast

you're not embarrassed by my writing, really
it is me, my presence you can't seem to stand
off I go to some quiet spot where you'll find me, if you care
but I appear to do more harm to you than ever and wonder if it's only me.

room for members only
inclusion to the party or left outside
for some reason, you’re not good enough - - - go away!

racks and rows of sorrowful pain come beating, like rain
in an endless circuit, it runs a spool
subtlety plays its wicked game of tug and pull, and horror is a resident in a dilapidated hostel
croakers dive into lucky packets, curing ails by tearing off layers of skin
these leechcrafters perfect the axiom, regurgitating sedatives to enact fever struck pattern
sawing bones into finest dust stream, disabling balm by wilting growth

only the knowers know what’s happening
keep the outsiders out
it’s a secret party - - - not all are welcomed

how can I be just what you need?
soft words easily spoken fall out the ear eventual
gooey hugs make things sticky and sugarcoat what's real

what I need to be is
soil just right
for your flowers to grow in and thrive
you have to agree to take the knocks and life bruises
after all, everyone knows where the best compost comes from

(so glad to see you, my love)

dreaming a pie slice of life with you, I'll happily plagiarize
inside the stinging bee's nest, nobody dares find it
secret, secret, oh little secret tune
sing the truth on the flute in the willow
who could ever guess who it really is, but you.

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...

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

no doubt a right rotten mess
all that  ******* noise
who can stand it?
i hate guy fawkes day

maybe it was a clever idea at the time
now it's a rotten mess of noise and the revellers don't really get
now it's crackers and food and idiots making noise
boom-boom go the cars, kicking ball on your wall
you ******* you mothersucking *****
*******!!

do they even remember the reason behind it all?
******* idiots make a rotting ******* bunch of noise collection!
worse than a box of rotting tomatoes or rotting beefstrips in the corner
they should be made to EAT that!

it hangs sullen from ropes made of judgment, discord is tangled in every breath
guesswork at the outcome, uncertainty the only thing that is certain
trials and hearings hold the lives of others in the hands of men, bent on working some out

society, as a rule, ***** at extending compassion
they cut off the hands that feed the monstrous system
and the eyes of stereotype crinkle, bemused and complacence smiles sly

true justice is a shy thing, skittish and absent
standing on the sidelines, it's a hopeless mess!

a pendulum swings too wide and clicks vicious out of time
low brooding in a sealed place that parochial visitors never find
beautiful burden of oval things in an old, worn basket
tartan rectangles neatly capped in your salvation drink
empty nest on a cool, summer's day offers some relief
four sets of foliage gives nice tunes for the little princess
ice chips clink hearty like ships in the dream tumbler
a friend revered turns fiend when eyes burn on horrid tiles
a plate cracks in down slide and ossified barracuda get split
a spooky reminder gets played slowly on a vintage turntable
once fine songs given for free to unwieldy strokes
round and round on the turning thing

and just like that, off you go, like a seal
on your flippers
away from here

extreme sports call for action
(just like you)

I can't lay too low, just now I lose you
(then maybe I never had you)

red light on and blue one flashing
(why are we always in ambulant-mode?)

extreme takes it

eyes fall again as intuitive meteors
and it all heats up at alarming pace
this want grows strong over an ocean
that we just don't account for

you want something
something shocking
and I cannot see why
it's so important now

we gallop together across the moors of our land
never looking back
always forward into the waiting light
shining
shining

you say you love me so much
this reciprocal fount we drink from
unstoppable flow
we are making headway into the night
disregarding the long gone moon
who has tipped over to the other side of the firmaments

silent covenant in confusion
I want you so much
we stroke each other to madness
and whip each other to sweet and high want
you drive your missives very deep into me

you rush along so
I hold you back
I tell you
I want it
slow

very slow

you seem disheartened in the heart of your throb
I hold you tight
I take your hand and lead you back
from easily mired traps

we both know what we want
but time's a hapless passerby on a rickety scale
let's have fun and go slow

a chest that tightens, a hold that grips
a life that slowly dies while still breathing
all I really need is for someone to be there
just to confirm I'm not alone in this struggle
wrestling with things that force the locks of sanity

we hold on, we conform
but if we let go of expectations, how easy it could be
the battle to maintain claims a severe price in time and soul
can we just be there for each other, dear?

thank you for being there, for breathing

into your hands, come astonishing things
like wide yarns of wishes and dribbling dreams
if you hold on tight and yet easy
we may alight the route around the eyes of time

nothing stops the sweet running over cobbles
nor the petals of desire in red blooms
deep red and blushing open
I want to see your eyes when I fall into you
and when the tips of our want can twist sculptures out of black holes

this is when I crush your flowers, just like you want me to
don't you?

I want to take you in the spirit of vengeance
deep and hard.   filled with  it all
cash in on my fury and let this be yours
on the staircase behind his attaché case
or on the couch you relaxed with him last night

you will feel me fill you as you fill me

they hold tubes of ink and can grip cumulus ends
type out the letters of sinking words I lie fallow for
they curl disdainful and wipe out tracts untainted

flakes come off the ceilings in my stretch to the sky
planes skim clouds overhead and truckers roar by
little whips to frenzy, the calm of your cyclic beauty

I exist happenstance on the indulgence of your digits.

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

can you feel me doin' loving strokes?


i'm flat licking  my pussycat
send us to thrills
tell me you want me to pound you
with loving strokes

tell me!

how I long to find
the one who isn't

frightened by
my love

why so long to wait?

the best time is our secret when I am blessed with the fortune of
circling overhead the debris of your existence
and falling in love with your fecund mind each time

you don't know it yet, but so many gems live within the bowls of your pain
your patterns are ejected from your ancient fears with alarming accuracy
a test subject of exiguous view
you open the heavens on us all
and how you are loved!

tomorrow, as usual, I will come and perch on your shoulder
and peck at the pieces of your remnant mind
it's my job to let you reach your best

I cannot apologise for the same thing you do
to me

please to take the hand and lead the way to the next moment of difficulty
walk up to the offended and offer sorries to a scribbling pen looking down

mad and mixed up, seeker on ironic bend of heart sap in a vat, cracked a bit
swearing to do better from a record of silly peccadilloes steeped in arrogance

all around with notepads which scratch and jot down every single word, I see
chances have to be bought with obedience drummed into a free head

break your spirit, take what the world gives
there's little space for a heart wishing to fly

have one VERY dry and coughing throat here

realy miss freedom

here, feel this :o

I'm so taunting time, just to see........argh!

poet missing brilliance

to be open to woken joy!




(domed) structure collapsing.

you are the one who holds high quality over my meager quantity
dense is your talent as is my head
I spread myself broad to ensure enough red carpet reaches wherever you step
enough softness for you to tread on

I know you don't need a place to fall
it's just you keep yourself in limbo for so long
you won't allow to fall
I will never hurt despite the arrows you shoot my way
you can't trust enough to believe that someone really cares

good to know you're fluid enough
glad to see you can pocket your ego for a while
great to find that I exist for you
for now, that is enough

until you find the red carpet again
beneath your feet

while I was sleeping
I dreamt of blood

let flounder in light of dawn
for five hours on end
give all view, ripped vellum
for five hours

blood sinks out ashen face
as eyes fall on proof
of inner sanctum

while I was sleeping
you slew deep and left

right, now awake
senses serve no function
in sudden tepid treacle
vigorous swirls of shark ridden words
cut jagged and abrupt
despondent clime

ouch

as I was waking
I smelt blood
mine

blowing on the cusp of the new
comes expanding moments of clarity in smiles and hearty welcome, is it any real?

can you hold onto those long reins of power in your grasp
as well as to the heart you flung in that corner, far from eyes, yet close enough to singe?

can you dare to unfold your fears packed in wads and unravel your ire
can you afford to hold me?

you will hear the song sung for you, penned by this heart so steeply in love
sung for you, by choristers at some interment

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?

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

every time. someone places themselves lower than
you
see fit to kick them in the teeth

be superior always
swipe that moral sword over my head
each time

no fail
easy

when birds flap restless to settle upon the ends of your command
are they fully cognizant of what awaits them?

there comes one dove who really means no harm
and dies to please you in every position and way

fix your mien and and touch that pulse inside (the other one)
and maybe your cynicism can be smacked with truth.

what an amazing find you are to sore eyes in the middle of deliberate storms
what's even more astounding is the way you hold the reins of words and pour into me
then shock comes when I see you made a find

you found yet another slice of me
you scare me so with this alarming skill you have
spiking paranoia like big balloons in sky, waiting to pop

there must be sides of you I do not know
and keepsakes that you keep from me
but I do know that I will not FIND another *you

the moments lost in your eyes, beyond beautiful
relief spills in glad beats for your good fortune

keep smiling and all good to you
you are beyond beautiful to me

I can feel you want to talk with me as much I do
yet we both hesitate
speechless genius turns out struggler
till sound can claim your voice
you're running circles in my head...... stop!

make up your mind what you want
I'm still ****** as hell at you for leaving me dry out so
do you think my silence means I agree?
no.

I'm quite mad at you, but I love you more
and the vase of flowers I give you, is yours
I've told you before, but you didn't catch it
I cannot turn my back on you, even when you tear speech away.

you wanted me to see your bookshelf right next to your bed
narrow space to step in
you lean forward and reach out to touch a weathered spine
and make a move to take one but change your mind

a beeper goes off
you bring my attention to another title
it brings me next to you and I inhale your fragrance of lost flowers
deep and heady into me

you turn halfway to me and smile with eyes which stun me
mute me
all I can do, is look at you, entirely dumbfounded which is when you turn to face me squarely
and rocks fly forth from mountains like pistons on a glorious day

      
  against the wall                                                             ­                                                                 ­  
then                          
next to you


then
against you                                                              ­    


and
one step becomes










(no space)                                                           ­               

next to you

within the circle of darkness comes a bursting light                              
into you

once upon a wendy



               y                                         o                                          u



can                                            

push

that

truth                                              ......................................................

INTO­


me


perhaps windmills will visit your sickened guts
and tell you it's time




to




either move on



OR    



take a ******* chance




already.

what was said that made you mad?

silence shrouds the me of you

place the sauce in pan

pick up the sizzle



and you **** the you of me

so distant

this calculating game feels hard

get me on board and coax my fears

then so easily, cryptic break



you said it all - without a single word

t(ouch)é

tremendous power in your gorgeous eyes and (h)(e)(a)(t) on your tongue
that word would catch fire in your mouth
it's better to approach right after a shower
for fear of igniting in your entrancing stare

you are (f)(i)(r)(e) kindling my woken want
and I'm getting dryer now


(the deep forest catches that untainted downpour)


maybe I too
like playing
with fire
(yours)

balmy winds on open lands
giving space to breathe

if fear were made of wax and courage wind
how then, would it be melted?

maybe the formula's all wrong
cos there's no balancing yet

wallowing in deepest **** cannot help
after a while, your nose can't smell it and you get too used to what is abnormal
even though I hate what you're suffering through, this heavy baggage which isn't all yours
inherited
I am here for you, commiserating in spirit

I am here for you

to talk -- to reason -- to ask -- to grill --
to query -- to roast

but ilu.

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..

you love to get a rise out of me
goad me to distraction
and let out the horrors you know exist inside
why?
do you enjoy the ensuing misery?

I'm your biggest secret
you wanted me to say it
so, now I do
you keep me in the dark pockets of your existence
and take me out to play
when you're all alone
don't you?

once in a while, a moment comes
when you tire of the pattern
you shake things up
(with me inside)
you forget there's still your living toy inside
and it's hard to hold onto corners inside

and later, when your tantrum dies
you realize and remember
by which time
I've had to sweep up once again
all the broken pieces and glue them back together
then it's your turn to pour on the soothing oil of sweet love

I don't know why I hang around
I don't know why I care
I only know I feel alive
even when you shake and rattle me so

so I let out your little secret
that I'm your biggest one!

on chasing me off

miracles hardly survive on earth

you don't believe

morality is the stick held to beat

if it's how you want peace

let me help with your equation

look after you please

life is never perfect

plans going all skew, just script tweaks

**** it up can be in small sips

so intent on throwing out the child

its cries will be heard in your dreams

and you will get the chance to hold it

for once in your entire life

you get to see who the child really is

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

in came scythes to sheave into bundles, every chance mocked
and death enjoys gawking at our shock
we could have, so easily taken from the train there, the bus over
together we could have done it

the bus rode over a **** and it continued to the wood's end
it's there where your fire's burning huge beacons
it's some work still to find you, hiding in that forest
we could have, we could have.

I follow what you say

you're stepping gingerly through someone else's  fracas
pieces strewn all about
how can there be place for me?

you're asking me unambiguously to step back a little
very hard to do
where to place this gift of love?

you're struggling to find ways to keep breathing
as am I
here, you can have my heart

so you can breathe

so, I saw you move
yesterday
really move

and how moving that was
your lips moving and saying things
I could hear you
and see the meeting of sounds on your mouth

and how you moved your head
from side to side
you drew me into a fallen dream
I've always had
but never remembered

then you lifted your eyes to me
and I felt it
that electric shock beneath tiers
nobody can find

you found it
and you don't know it
yet

now
I try to hide
from you
from us
fearing you might twist away
as I'm holding you in a vice grip
in my head

and I can feel what you want
because I want it, too

you keep doing this
break the thread we build as if harm waits in my every move
bring your heart out into the open
and let me free to fly my ***** into the wind

you want me to taste you
(and I have, when you were sleeping)
who's really the wicked one here?
we both long to be
but something keeps us back

you brake
I brake
this creamydish vehicle
and we break away


until the next time again
see you, my love