well what am? a muscular innovation
strapped cords blistering the skin
bones wrapped in sinew,and aboutmy
hands the cords sing softly stroked. the boughs
splay and a forest gasps fronds detonate the
the strands of courageous sun hair.  an apparition
of glory sits fouling my shoulders and i am heavy.

so come the needle stem. peaceful riot veins blue
snakes. enchanting scent dump flow under and over or.

                  a fragment of violence.

Mr. Eliot;mr cummings,am i amongst) you?are my fathers.

Sometimes I ******* hate you.

The feeling lasts longer and longer each time you snap.

I’m bigger, stronger than you now, but I still can’t stop you.

After all, you are the monster under my bed. The claw round the door, the matted fur and blood in the sink.

You are the bad man.

And that is how it will always be.

You are illogical, unreasonable. You defy rules you impose unto others.

I’ve endured a lifetime of this abuse, And you don’t even apologise the next day anymore.

Because you’ve found a hook, something to blame for your fuckups.

That hook is me.

And so, as you spit in my face, with beer in your blood, you are blameless in your mind.

Hate pushes the shame away.

It just saddens me that I’ve done nothing but forgive you all this time, and all you can do is hate me.

and i say the sun is callous
     for nothing ever shall be
so
                beautiful

as the delicate fronds splayed unerringly
before my hands. and i do place my vestige
in its thrall and as it is i am nothing compared
to the softness of its belly. so lay inlaid with
rouge splendor and indelible.

   beneath  and
under and my tongue
is the sprouted clavicles
an orchard of pleasure in verdance
     blazingly dim in the moon puddles
writhing     the    muscles of implacable sensation. go to the tiny hall


            and whisper

with Venus. she is grace and smooth and the sea muttering
with the loose wind. fashioned from naked blood.

scream wild silence
into the calm noisy streets
                                  young feet flecked.
a hushed overture of creased whispers
          profuse in the market sulfur tide.

all the windows wax an offer to the loose money pockets.

"who would wear that?" i hear i


                                                                       hear i hear.

outside, through my window, i see the
peaches mingling ripe scowls mumbling
  outside,
       through
                                                     m
                               y
window)  is ee the glitter speckled ****
rough the minds of passing strands
   acting like they know.
serenely etherise  the bone patients
lay them in a stillness. the quiet drug silences
the noisy outside my window see   i   ssseeee   outside my window
go a reveling do the distilled cells replicating.
          cloudy      ever        always         yet          goes
the contractions to the blue violins serenade and moisten
the taverns on HOlly St.
                                              '

this was how
i
liked her best:

pallid roots
spread
some soft wet
in their twain
drawing
an oral sepulcher
to dine
on hertenderleaves

(i bent my lips
in grinning countenance
at
that infliction
i did
visit upon              a
lovely sundrenched
tree)

cup the rouge loaded cheeks

           in perfect stillness
  and
marry her lips a soft pink lash

                    of

'sometimes

         sometimes"
sometimes i am like
                             the
                       crinkled edges immutably
shattered leaves of grass. frail walled
towers quickly evaporated patrons.

i(n the fields comes the pale scythe. call me to
the lady death and number me among her sons.
a new sorrow so ancient unremembered eternal,   )

     sometimes we are like:
the vein heavy throbbing perfect union of skin
i don't want to leave her naked cradle. basking
in the dew of her impenetrable

             somEtimes she is like an ideal
unparalleled goldenbrown olive symphony cascading
rhythm glints onto the sudden gasping heart kiss blessed
cheek i wear worn to her constant lip strokes]

sometimes

                     sometimes

    sometimes i am like the rain