She walks out on me
like mud
spattered through her days

And my colourless sun,
mudded in desire
Lay, crumpled in the maraches of expelled memories.
my outcasts little thoughts
They been friends of mine for long
I wish them the pangs of the island
Lonesome at *****,
like madman in farandoles.
And blind beasts
running amok.
A last time or so
please...

free ill be or so i hope
And hope for sunrise
is still a light

Broken-hearted at dawn full of smiles and hellos
sobbing silence in the early hours
spluttered stain on shattered day

Love-curdling dance at midnight
The vultures were always around
w a slice of meat in the beck
and two under their wings
If only the troubled bridge did not go over spirituous flow
and the redhead mermaids...
oh lemme go, lemme go to them
little love in the blur
lemme see if sinews break before bedsprings
if flesh melt before lust
Or is that your flighty temptress, old bearded fool,
to keep time w time,
mind with stich,
and spike w grime,
and recline over
disecrated limbs?