i waited for you a long time
a long time is a lot of weather
accordingly
i am gnawed upon
sol bleached
sculpted by high wind
and scraped by glacial passes

i plan to persuade others to join me
in patience arranged
a rough arrow like travelling birds
we'll stand planted
seeing the sun zip over and disappear in neat flips
the stars streak bright the glimpses of night
whittling away the time

erode

calcified
we'll become fashioned as smooth pins
for descendants to play at skittles

Shriking up the proceeds
he shrinks away
from his own revolution

he shivers free of his clothing
and a fine layer of skin

powder
spores
Puck Talon withdraws ;
crinkles from his human form
and sheds the used fruit of gender

the Puck withdraws ;
a hot wet breath in cold damp air
passing from lamplight
into the fool hold
of nocturnal plight

let no trust in self

trust people to be themselves

be unrewarded

urination stench                
leaf decay and mans litter
yet  ... spears of green life

burn all the study notes
smash the greenhouse windows
destroy the lab equipment
and flood the basement storage

shell anything personal
shuck any valuables
abandon this invested waste
become unpossessed
unburdenable
unpossessioned

you think your heart is broken ?
her token is silt in memory
take it to the streets at night
sully it thoroughly
and file off the organs remaining operations
make it un-abusable
and option-less

what about your face ?
bleed away
you recognize nothing
bleed actual jail from your eyes
and crawl from the fight that mauled you
claim your part in the background
a pant of the great huffin'
lose yourself in the noise
the trade
the interference
the indifference

find
you're a vile version
and drag this edition
to it's rotten point
the lowest style of limb
where you needn't fend
where you are securely unmended

a gentleman approaches...
- PEDDLE YOUR WORTH
  AFORE IT IS TAKEN ?

you peer from pinhole
- THANK YOU ; I AM DONE

he looks 'the you' over
- RIGHT YOU ARE

you pass the city border
beyond the last streetlight
you have earned ghost
now you may be of some use
now 'you' are not

                                        - canvas

Guarantee the familiar
Together
Body the Juvenile recipe
Hurricane
spark authority
give clutch
Pain
lip
Earth
Disdain
a drunk torrent
of confusion
pleasure
ugly each new Moon
a loud Need
perhaps heart
is chesting
a pale secretion ?

the sky cuts my jowling mind                        
drops me on my back gentle   and operates
it emulsifies my tittering complications      
                     as i gaze into it
                               a marbly stupor

forfeit life wholly

decriminalization

start and tend again

macabre matchstick making
of the intimate skeletons three

animated in
amorous array

dry & clacking
tomb keepers

a puppetry of life's absurdist act

an amuse-meat
tattle little death
an after-mirth
what little it's worth

rattle death rattle
its the music that matters
time bleeds astray
tapping in the saddle

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D   E   P   R   E   S   S   I   O   N
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within depression, practices toward happiness
seem like something insincere...  a betrayal of self

.
True love showed up  skunk as a drunk                    
slunk in upon itself   preyed upon
by a whirling brain
toiling effort against earths rotation
slept it off  on my sofa                                        
    True love stayed  got comfortable
smoked cigarettes and raided the fridge
True love made a **** Joke  and put its feet on the table
outdoor boots and all   lanky legs and begging breath
leaning forward  true love took a kiss
and a gulpy gup of energy
exchanged my breath for an arid fumigation
weak   i fell about silly and forgetfully naked
i forgot the day   missed work                 
to dedicate true to the night bedded and the bottle
nest of quips and extreme **** motional thoughts
monk no longer   stronger surely with 'love'
study-study and become sturdy with love
(after all 'true love' has most certainly been untrue)
'true love' could expand from me maybe ?
i'd **** the wooly beings who contacted me
sign them up  to the great contract                          
just as the previous monster had dominated me
and let me loose                                  
a ***** criminal  with odd 'successes'
now a true monster me   fiend freed                  
                              just pull back and go

Starved
sleep depraved
and braving visions

This is how I take my walk

One song
tucking over and over
in my headspace

This is how I take my walk

Map-less

My dry head tugging
from behind my eyes

This is how I take my walk

My bag
packed with care
(by list and by experience)
I abandoned it by the front door

This is how I take my walk

There’s this note I’ve left for you
much is explained
lots is left held
(that content
I carry with me)

Leaving a trail of my clothing
I am body naked to the weather

I carry no knife
but am married to my teeth and my fixtures

I’ve outstrided my pollution

Upon reaching an unfamiliar forest
I unlace my shoes
And place them on a rock
I draw a breath
Place my fear

I trend tender into the trees

minding care of sun
i step outside cautiously
finding repulsion

observe the day golds
refolds in time proceeding
i flee ; propulsion

arbor shield timely
stop-rest inner ******
heartbeat, kind pulsion

the penters brutal militia
now marches
scopic
through a portal truncated
pass...

In unailing sleep
     i taunt the spheres
       and demand the negatives
scream out elements
strike runted ire
         at the worlds great forgeries

dream #1

an ancient cottage is clouted to the ground
paff !
borned
a charred magician trick
  rapid sporing
   inflating to a build
    then pressure cooked
        packed with smoke        
          compounded by fire              
in a quenched **** of energy
                            a construction
                     beams and rocks
                a hearth is hearted
            a mantle mounted
   feasted together
      and clenched in a furious shrine

i emaciate in the quiet storm of collected electric
i must test this unruin
i put an assertive foot over the threshold and...

i am pulled to the lovers
an attention away from here
downed on the bedroom floor
ridiculous pillow strapped to my ridiculous head
i stand
stammer frustrations
and running on an internal gut of turbulence
i slam home back through bed

dream #2

my burnt match form
all fours on a beach
my spiny digits plugged under the baking sand
straining the salt and murky charity
darkening the sand with impurities
and forgiving the sea
a pure revealing clarity

the formal sun
now casts without interruption
(just a little refractive kink)
water cleared
blinding the blind of the ocean floor
all Eves and Adams startled by
their **** branded world
shamed traffic
of disorientated prehistoric sealife
batting about in the garish aftermath

i resolve to the lovers
face down
******* huffs against the mattress
i flip over and zip back in
hands clamped

dream #3

simple streets and the bedside knife
i greet and greet
the first is a nop
the second a lancing wound
the wound takes a lacing
a bled string
and they are gratefully hauled
with grace to the sky
as though plucked by weather balloon
i am busy
                              in distribution of the lovers
dishonestly forecast to a haven in grave

i'll wake
          work satifified
                              but both revved and worn

in her eighties                                                         ­ 
motoring in wisdoms and whimble
beddened by stroke subtle effects  
                     and an unlucky stumble
agilely un-humble                                                    
willing to poach after life    put in the work
willing to comb back in   old welcome habits
revive living  through past youthful revisits

body     recover
please
                you're embarrassing me
            i want to take a walk   in the snow

please the Daemons
that you may
be my Fiends
in Mire Times
of Docility
Overdose
when the walls are Pattered
with Spongeprint
Pastels
and Comatones

pay a Visit
Slew up my View
Chop and Gulp
bring Venon and Weapons
not Tools and Paints
and I'll Fight
on Either Side
Both Sides
til my Mindfeild
is a Territory
worth Litter Picking
Once Again
to Florrish
with a Mischeivious Smile
and Good Work to do

please the Daemons
I Know and Honour
your Place
          
           - Attended

pangs of the hunger

give you the mosquito kiss

a wet signature

.

often   i am retrodden   after passing a lengthy sleep battle
day following day      i wake in and out   loftily bobbing
  nodding into conversation  and durring out          
                                 like a tiny failing electric fan
  struggling to appear present and take part
   then whirring   into a congested cumulus  

a colleague, (name slips me), sips her coffee
she dribbles her features into her colourful lap
her words become a slury chum of incoherence
(she may snap back if i have energy to retrieve her
she may  upon a whim   form another person altogether)

i have accumulated a D.S.C. (Depression Support Creature)
the opposing to what may seem                                                
                 this fella supports my depressions feature being
and monitor's my decline
fleshed out to drain me                                                          
      whilst acting as a detracting blurred vision
shaking in a drabby coat  and baring its dumbed face
i'm turned inward on drooping wealth                          
                           and rot in the anxious conglomeration
a distracted reality from reality already conquered
                         flagged and declared ;    
the phony thing that's real

Gliding
an updraft of exhaust
guided high-sky above the overburdened city
the urban breath cuffing your armpits
you're huffed upward in rising spirals
aloft the architecture
further raised by         
                   the tumid human populations
                                        expired waste gas,
                                   ****** perspirations,
                                                  ­ mechanism
                                        and friction heats

survey it all in a dream                             
                          horizon and the tarnishes of mankind              
blinded in your flight turns                      
by the dreams illuminating eye
no gloating your way into Icarus             
            floating beyond your oblivious ability
no groom for ****** and ego                     
         just steady alight and of given being

something in the future is restless to be
wake up

no noggin knocking     no cranium colliding
no brain bashing  head hammering  skull scraping
                      scalp scoring  or crown clonkelling

no melon mashing   nor loaf lamping
protect that thinker   for imaginative and feeding dreams
                  so.. to bed with ya

no cot rot or bed sores
no blocked noses and dino-snores
just sweet-sweet dreams

Club me into an exhaustion
with thuddings of information ;
A witter of ideas
to tackle my attention
in rapid train
til I am overthrown
from body and sane
wrung to sleep
by a strobe of media
to reach a tinnitus of ‘no code’;
Planted
imbedded
and tame

the world frowns on me

all of my colours form clowns

make ****** jesters

I expand my view
outward
through pinhole

Creature extends
and carries intension

Carrion makes contact
and speaks a creative

Opportunity
and Mut gives aid to another

Feind conducts its business and makes its bed
adults it's day and doings
toward the better

The Beast minds the gap

It notes its own breathing

Human operates into ease

i watch you counting yourself out                                         
                    courting little pets of body-parts
putting pennies on the trinket shelf            
talking with wending wordage            
                 about those gruff fellows
who've been pig-holing    about your dwelling

that day  you manage a back window  
                                           and escape                            
masquerade yourself  as a gentleman
but they sniff at your aromas       
              these men in crude season
they circle you hinge-hipping
as you fleet the roads and fields                        
and evade  into the dappling woods
"come on out  we have you surrounded"                              
(you say  they say)
you stay  crossed legged   a monk among trees
(these pleasing defenders)                                

you take off your dress  and string it
            from one of these trees
you dole yourself out                        
little pets for the undergrowth

           you offer a curled shrew
from the space   your kneecap once
                          occupied

you droop your warm left breast
and drop a beast from that cove
(a plump vole clambers  fresh and
                        disorientated)

you plug one arm into loose soil
                   and the fingers snake root
separation at the elbow                
              and branches sprig out

both your thighs   animate as fox cubs
your ***** leaves from between                  
                         and slinks under some ivy

your hair fiddles loose and travels off
in currents of breeze
before flitting into little finches

your back crumples with fungal looseness
your head weighs low                              
             and the jaw lumps off
shuffling   undecided on its form

your forehead bows  to kiss the earth
and your face scatters  a gaiety of insects  and spores

                  all arts patterned about
your pile continues   in this mattering manner
collapsing efficiently    
you've canonized in nature                    
now you’re abroad  mature and freed          
to tell your friend this story
a spirit  without brag of these neat powers
one with mother glory