i will wade out
                        till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
                                       Alive
                                                 with closed eyes
to dash against darkness
                                       in the sleeping curves of my body
Shall enter fingers of smooth mastery
with chasteness of sea-girls
                                            Will i complete the mystery
                                            of my flesh
I will rise
               After a thousand years
lipping
flowers
             And set my teeth in the silver of the moon

i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body.  i like what it does,
i like its hows.  i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones,and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the,shocking fuzz
of your electric furr,and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh….And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new

Unfortunately
There is no nice way
To say
"Your poem gave me a headache"

Dark  dank  and  wet.
Not  much  daylight
at  all  today

10  wor­ds.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere. UK  2018.

Stranger danger, I am about to make all kinds of poets surrender... how? you wonder why? let me clarify :- let me amplify; my voice is sharper than a knife when I say I love Natalie
Adding a twist between different lives
i magnetise, form faster than they spread there lies
they say that I NEED TO BUY ***** JUST TO OPEN UP YOUR BIBLES
because i am possessed by Love demons
but to all Poets, i stand as a Villain; my messages stay hidden for someone with greater vision
you can't understand my cranium inside, i have a god's insight
I have been painting the future just to fall in love with the past
I miss them all! i miss my soul busked in the devil's mask
this is something that you will never outmatch! this is life vibrating a damb man's uvula
cute babies lubricating toys with saliva, while i am busy kissing a former lover in a world under, but above all you poets that slunder
Your words I plunder!
I am a first class writer
You can't bring me down
because I robbed you of your Crown!

i am a parasite
with nightmare eyes
you have given up
so by me, you'll die

my existence is monstrous
your useless cries
they dont care
they're already dead inside

It's prime time we get into business,
nothing like a schizophrenic crisis,
You see; DEATH IS BUT A BRUISE TO THE RIGHTEOUS
AND THOSE WHO LIVE A HOLY LIFE AIN'T AFRAID TO DIE.

See the man in my shoes; he is feeding the sheep slaughtered wolves.
See the man in my shoes; he got lost a thousand times in between a black cloth,
See the man in my shoes; he has become the king of the Goths,
And these walls that talk carry ancient ghosts.

You see; DEATH IS BUT A BRUISE TO THE RIGHTEOUS
AND THOSE WHO LIVE A HOLY LIFE AIN'T AFRAID TO DIE.
As clocks tick and times flies, we are in it for a big surprise,
As clocks tick and time flies say "WE ARE IN IT FOR A BIG SUNRISE"
And these walls that talk carry ancient ghosts that keep screaming "king of the Goths."

I never knew i had a brain till a neighbour told me, i had lost it
All i knew was that the drum in my chest needed to be silenced,
"Sweet Forsaken Angels in my presence; lead me to Oblivion; a road of loneliness"
I once seeked attention, but now i've learnt my lesson, THE CLOUDS ABOVE ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE WATERS THAT RUN FROM MY EYES
drops were meant to fall, Vapourised; i lost my sight of it all
WILL I ALSO CONTRIBUTE TO THE DUST WHEN I DIE?
Certainly, but I PLANTED A LEGACY THAT HAS OUTGROWN MANY SHORT TREE,
I SHARE NO SENTIMENT WITH THE MINDS THAT FIND MY WORK UGLY
"SWEET FORSAKEN ANGELS SURROUNDING ME FROM DIFFERENT ANGLES
TAKE AWAY ALL MY EMOTIONS,
THROW THEM IN THE SKY,
LET IT RAIN
AND
LET EVERYBODY BE PUNISHED WITH THE NEVER ENDING LOVE
THAT I HAD ALL MY LIFE!"