along the path
of life
though the grey swamp
is uncertain
placing stones
as we move
placing stones
as we speak
each stone plunging
in unknown depths
ahead
only mist
behind
only stepping stones
of regret

some uncoloured sane
a face in the frame
with a shoe for a home
a wind-swept alone
a light in your face
from an undisclosed place
you can sit and just stare
a no-one and no-where

busy fox
sleeps

dying crow
dreams

i will be
on my knees
crawling back
crawling back to heaven
on the steps
along the steps
silver steps
silver steps to heaven
pull my corpse
up the stairs
drag my limbs up
all the way to heaven
let the blood run
seeking new paths
my blood will lead you
all the way to heaven
stairs of white
glazed in red
let your eyes
lift
all the way to heaven
falling upwards
up to you
my mind
must now have
lost its way to heaven

the crow emerges
picking at the hollow bones
of my life
the darkness trembles
with fear
the staring abyss
the eyes of the wolf
you liken me
to a frozen rose
i cry the wakefulness
into tears of dreams
this thing that rises
from the ashes
a terrible thing
disturbed in the dark
no longer sleeps

is the raging swell upon my ribs?
be it
is the raging swell upon my ribs?
so be it
the dark
navy-blue haze

all about
shots were fell
lighted splinters beyond
turning nuance
from nuance
into now

in the lilting silence
of the setting sun
in the torrid embrace
of an orange mire
an oasis dying
amidst a hazy desert
of memories

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

dripping nightmares
from my eyelids
burning pleasures
in my eyes
my sinews wrapped
in the vines of my mind
a black tear *****
doom from the beyond
and the brittle
footsteps of boney death
crumble at your doorstep

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

a shadow of misfortune
embracing
with the dark
lets fly
a flock of secrets
once entangled
with the night

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

in full caress
i’m sorry
i don't bleed
any more
in silence
we are lonely
we don't need
anyone

breezing past
along
alone
butterflies jest
in florescent court
weathered oaks
chiefly gaze
the leafy shadows
remember crowds

to grasp of me
would be no use
my form flows
a river loose
whenever bound
however tight
i am forever
the jewel
of night

picturesque
sitting pretty
the day that drips away
drowns in the wishing well
as silent words
cut the daydreams
from the apricot tree

dark sketch
of dancing whispers
mock the sky
lift your wings
to caress
the screaming shadows

beneath the surface
the many streams
pouring thoughts
of liquid dreams

dripping paint
from cathedral sky
where swords coax
the dragon's cry
the place
where golden wizards roam
where crimson fairies
have their home
a crystal lake
surrounds a spire
twisted snake
betrothed to fire
creeping vines
caress your tomb
a crumbling rock
‘neath silver moon
forgotten mist
disguised as ghost
leering eternally
toward the coast
wheezing sky
lets pestilence roam
desolate breath
that cuts the bone
crooked gate
of crumbling fort
presiding
over deserted court
where every petal
turns to stone
not even tortured souls
dare moan
darkness stalks
the lantern's keep
down the stairs
shall it creep
seeping fast
to catch your tears
knowing the eyes
of a thousand seers

my mind goes
in the forest
i’ve been here before
why not get lost
some more?
leave breadcrumbs
so i can find you
or blood splatters
so i can feel my way
to you
when it’s dark
and i’m on my hands and knees
in the deep forest
it’s dark
the trees congregate
and the branches laugh
i will never get out of here
the dark
forest
has me

in succulent folds of solitude
a dark cell mocks the damp
as putrid bricks of emptiness
join the torrid screaming
of rusted bars
and the sinister creep
of mildew
as they waltz together
merrily
in the soggy shadows
of my sighs

i don’t speak of things
only words
i don’t speak of time
only vapour
i inhale the dawn’s drapes
watching the bleeding sun
i smoke the burnt sunset
in a bent pipe

this?
no peace
strange dream
only solace
empty chamber

gnawing at the shore
desperate to swallow stick-men
a liquid glass
that rolls the deep
an indecisive foetus
baying at my feet

strange seed
drifts over crooked hill
cold dream

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

as conveniently
he gives the lord
the king of losers
his own reward

fate once told me
the rats don't care
wistful
awake
no thought to spare
the loss of a voice
still rings the ears
petulant days
and broken years

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

hanging in the air
like frozen mist
eternal honey-drops
chase the merriment
from the maelstrom

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

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

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

ravenous hills
drink pestilence
from the sky
bitter bile
dripping into
enraptured jaws

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

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

a strange hole
in the sky
a fork
in the road
long lines
in the dark

empty
the morning
a glistening breath
a skyward wing
the year-storm

the art of indulgence
sweeping a tear to one side
a face dramatically glazed
I turned
and turned
one time
one space
spoke of devils and witches
but found nothing
to harbour the truth

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

garden blossoms
drinking wine
roses raise
a glass
to mine

fate’s whispered needles
time’s silent puddle
life’s fading whispers
in a snow-beam

the ******, the strains
the sway and the bob
oh poor saddle
the bouncing, the grinding
the rider's frantic behind!
the thumping gallop
the giddy rhythm
the pull and the jut
the pounding pounding
the rider's menacing ****!
the razor breeze and the mud
the richest green grass
oh God, the rider's boney ***!
no more I beg
please let this pass
oh lord oh god
that boney ***!

unsung delight
at the bidding
of night
stirs a brief slight
of reverie
traversing the tapering peaks
of forgetful mountains

empty thunder
billowed rain
eyes in passing
never came

so banal
pointless
empty
endless and mindless toil
for a lord
with no head

skimming across
the surface of life
discard my heart
into deep fogs
like an errant stone

under pretentious rooftops
feigning emphatically
in rapid bursts
pouring sorrowful flames
in unhurried aghast
putrid ingrates
shouting
hailing
for something
alternative