air deleted from the room
vacuum    of  mausoleum  silence
violence played quiver on your lips
lids  of  eyes      made twitches
itchiness blazed over my skin
thin words introduced
' i   hate   you '
mournful
cold said   hurt true



ALLITERATION VERSION :



air
drawn deep
deleted from the room
vacuum                            
          vacancy for silence
   violence volunteers corrugations
           across your visage
triage                    
composure
betraying twitches
itches blaze over my skin
thin words induced
' i   hate   you'
mournful
cold said   hurt true

anger

leave no rock unthrown
pummel out base energy
and breath yourself down

—————

office

the workday complete
pastimes can become primal
predators compete

—————

enemy

leave no throne upturned
collapse the authority
prior to it’s role as...

exfoliate sin

resolve pores of pollution

; secretion exhaust

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

I pray to attend and solidify my fears
Place them
well lit
in a pose
so that I might view them critically
with a touch of lazy science
Observations and detachment
may then lead
someday
to acts that I may perform
addressing these fears
as the aids
and potential friends
that they can be.

a sorry fist forward                                                          ­  
             and mortally i follow                          
coldly into the first dark flint of day                                            
              not my natural habitat                                                      
so quiet.. or near so
a vacancy for occasional clean                              
                             ­              isolated noises

 i pause         and pass a scan about
the hailing lack of conscious population                                 
                     ­                     all packed away
hauntings themselves in beds
- like some form of post apocalyptic storage -
they add a vague lended charge
 
nature is on a limited budget         this early                             
no birds yet                                   and no solar minting
a massive racoon      with only three legs      crosses my intended path
              in its mouth                    a gory wreckage                        

i steep to make balance
                         but my pores won't take it
                                                       i am sickened by the ballast
                                                         ­                                  of my breakfast

i hollow onward into these new conditions                            
still deriding what to be                                                    
     a tourist and an informer dud                                                     ­  
i have switched to the dayshift                                        
from off the spire                                  
of my regular hour                  
the evening routine

breathing is surprisingly ***** at this time
                                            a failing of settled pollution :                      
the public buildings and restaurants          
                                 are muggy in their overnight stale degassing
awaiting air currents and dispersal        

the first gulls of the morning                          
                                              emit a defeating siren
spearing through detritus                            
                            ­    they dispel the bells of purity
                                  
               somehow i've made my port of call
a struggling invertebrate
in this state i dispose my spirit                        
                                at­ the salted threshold
security staff and sanitation process                              
         between the sets of automatic doors

a workplace made alien          
   and adverse to me
purely by        
            the indecent hour
of day

i stepped out woven  buttoned  and bully capped
out here i'm been wuthered at   frayed like unreliable memory
       remitted the wrongdoing of being inhuman human and cussed
mattered at with an action  of feral direlessness
an hour spent  in autumnal nature
roughhoused and chilled  in a familial way
                               welcomes a vibe of maddened liaison

All Smug and Warm

All Snug and Full of Yourself

You and Your Grooming Buddies

Such a fear based surplus

in your aging frailings

Have you resolved nothing ?

Victorious against us all

You are the Excess Death

of                        

us

                         all

You Helm our Species

til it’s conclusion

Well done !

Crawl back to your smoky cozy womb

and tell your drunken accounts

to those who’ll blindly envy