There is an ugly nakedness about me today.
I don’t know what it is or its whereabouts.
The nature; once taking over my body
Now hindered by my spray, my longing ness to find
Myself this month.
I ventured outside and pondered my art
Barely and bare chested, desired the wind to hit and curve and slither around my soft edges.
Taking a look I saw shadows of my ribs,
But a shadow of which I couldn’t before.
Most windows do not speak to me like this one
Half was right
Half was wrong.
I wanted my life to end there and then.
To be pretty in death is to be immortalised in every wilted rose.

If I am to die in front of other people
Then I must be mortal
Wherein lies my body my eyes
To strip others of their immortality.

The loose bed sheets is the chasm we
Hide in
Underneath the bed of the white river.

Cleaning the air we can now
Feel the wind in our hair

Beyond the fan is the man sitting on the
Chair
Delivering comforts with water

The pillars are made of my legs
I stretch and stretch until I tremble, until
The temple collapses and I

Have to face the day
With vigour and a lust for learning beyond
My castle dream of prisons.

Small flashbacks include; high
Dunes on the Isles of Scilly,
False memories include telling
Friends to *******,
Dreams beyond dreamers that lasted
Only on that island.
Deceased ones brought back and
Smothered, that’s the theme these days .
Seas sickness was, now that I
Look back on it, was a metaphor for the way things were;
Just regurgitating wretched and
Foul memories or anticipating the beginning.
Protection from enemies.

Just a shame. My Father burnt a rodent,
And we have visitors in our home.
For once we probably shouldn’t elicit such
violence.

So far the dream has been tumultuous,
There has been no ******.
This time I think we should attack his psyche; erase the lines in the sky
have his enemy call.

Does he give the mind freewill and tear down the enemy,
Debating on his happiness as a whole.
The wind pipes suggest to leave it be but the kingdom encourages
Madness savagery.

The enemy awaits and is kind,
******* kind as a castaway.
The low brow suggests complete massacre of the mind
Though whose mind - he is not one to discriminate.