burning in the dimming furnace
of a deserted memory
the harking distance
of all the otherness
pleads longingly
with this bitter view
to take of my hand
as silence rapes the darkness
in dreams and sweet delight
and curtains drape the silence
once enamoured of the night

waking from nightmares
subdued in broken dreams
humanity drips towards stars
wax figures
near an open fire

all in grey
your gravestone’s boney scales
fall from the pillar
of your heart
shattered
crying
on your grave
the crow watches

this?
no peace
strange dream
only solace
empty chamber

sipping his sorrow
drinking the bowels
of regret
choking on fumes
of dread
tilted weary ears
to the demon's voice
singing the depths
the sweet
venomous trilling
of the devil's
lurid
tongue

mind rushes
in golden view
birds circle
a thorny pew

garden blossoms
drinking wine
roses raise
a glass
to mine

your sun drowns
in the sea
your silhouette
becomes a statue
it wept
i kiss the weeping
your statue
becomes a shadow
it wept
tears seep
from the dark
i kiss the dark
your shadow-statue
becomes the night
the crying night

busy fox
sleeps

dying crow
dreams

empty shroud
hollow
as the wishing well
takes silently
a chance to dine
with forlorn shadows
toasting a regret
whispered
on the breath
of time

dusty veil
of moonlit shine
parading
on the vine
as marble floors
and crimson doors
dilute the sense
of time

perching
upon the precipice
a rusted tin-man
of smiling bones
beyond the empty beading of night
the red dances
and slithers away
the green fades
to the drawing of the black
drifting nearer
the march of the blue
excavating the wailing moans
of the swirling white

by sinews
amidst dreams
adrift
slow beam
the raging swell
the sullen veil

the sultan
of a newborn sky
awakens the dawn
in the blink
of an eye

i miss you every day
i write another line
this thing you say to me
goes creeping in my veins
i hate you every day
i write another line
my veins they talk to me
go weeping in my skin
i see you everywhere
i force another line
i hang my heart in shame
this line i write in blood

my life left far behind
in the bleeding of my mind
what remains
for the sunny vine
to procure?
the bleating winter
shall endure

your face in my sleep
singing ballads of light
weaves candles
from teardrops
the eternal
in sight

your gleaming beads
veil the playground of youth
across this sparkling frame
merriment ripples
across incipient reflections
of inchoate dreams
lost in meadows of memories
forever unseen

an orange fire-lion
prancing in an empty void
at war with motionless ink
until a voice which says
don't touch the killing stones
the silver shimmer of mocking dance
breaks light-beams from the pale
scattering the blossoms of the burning
into the folding of the dark
until a voice which says
are you the tin-man or the straw hat?
I’m the black cat
the black cat

eagerly
oblivion watched me
from the balcony of unknown
so I sat on the moon
dropping needles of doom
until the evil
I forgot

ballerinas of silk
dance between the footsteps
of the sullen past
as marble cranes
pick pleasant deeds
between the tip-toeing
of the future's feet