got the first wasp inside tonight
from the firewood
moths fluttering death in brown velvet at moonlit windows
later greet the dawn with condensation

Love is not
the burning storm
it once was
a light
flickering
in the distance
extinguished by
times indifference
only
beyond lies
the chance
of quiet space

full moon glowers
through a vent in the storm
fickle sleep comes
and goes as she pleases
we rise
to a bruised and bleeding dawn
both victim
to the black cloud

Yehudi menuin
playing loud in the background
your leaving home
my darling
20 and 12
all at once
he had you
I've had him
we roll on

death has no beauty
it is null and void
vacant
as is life
life is ugly actually
death is void
there is a beauty in non existance maybe
or no awareness of it
like a tree?
maybe
who knows if a tree is aware
or animals
well they are but
maybe not fraught
wondering the importance of existance
or non
do u ever wonder
if they do
i do
often
wonder
whenever i see documentries

plaster has fallen away
from fronts of buildings
laid bare
the brickwork underneath
like skeleton without flesh
jawbone & bared teeth
where cheek has been ripped away
death visits
and takes tea

too stretched ribbons
we are
a tape unravelled and
all out of shape
played backwards
we hold a differant message