The lining of my grey suit
sparkles like it can't tear itself
from the stars full of secret passions
which belt my skin hugging eyes
to strokes of gentle smooth
back handed compliments
tightly lingering on your waist
while imaginary boutonnières
are pressing comfortably into ribs
feeling you pinch my collar
and tug towards its button hole
open to curl a whispered flower
tight enough to pin my breast pocket heart
against moving from your own
pressing loveliness

It's no surprise when you shock
my circadian rhythms out of sleep
sending me to bed at the most opportune
time's tales stalling the early hours
to wet my dry lips on doubles
of Bombay Sapphire gin
blue skies
stirred into a Campari soda aperitif
red as all round sunsets
going down on a burning gold mine
melting the ice cube universe above it
into the trailing edge of your light path

As if the cult of comet Hale-Bopp
had returned from Heaven's Gate
in the form of an insomniac priestess
landing craft crushes gone rampant
as it heads for a melting Icelandic glacier
crashing like a bouncing ball
in rolled up sheets
sliding to a temporary stop
scrunched around your hair
shaking the doubts of the day
out like a cascading highlight
rushing into the shadows
and on to tremulous scalding streams
brushing my shirt stripes apart

thoughts like magnetic locks jolted
into releasing dark bright conflict
to see where gasps could bite
without spilling tears of poisonous scalding
hot from wells dug deep in fissured oases
trying to bury hands with cupped fingers
impatient to splash in your wake
and unpack those mirrored thumbs
dug into well sprung geyser like palms
leaning ******* the prison walls of the night
like off duty guards

letting down their punishment roughly
until disappearing through wide open eyeshadows
as startled as rabbits caught escaping
by a searchlight wanting to skin them alive
and throw them under a sheet
covered in burrowed tunnels of love
to emerge the other side neatly redressed
in grey morning suits and starshine eyes

i fell for you as if gravity hit me for the first time
it's ironic though because you didn't
you left so fast
i could've named a comet after you

I opened a door in the cosmos
and was swallowed, ensconced
by the darkness that followed.

Euphoric,
there you were
Phantasmagoric and sidereal;
I find I'm beside myself.

Come along and freefall with me
At the end of times
O'er the cliffs of nigh
We'll aspire to fire into spirals of nebulous unknown.

Sitting solid on a thinking throne
Drinking bottles that sing melancholy tones
Singing lone, resonating to your bones
Your fragile little frame cannot save the show
Not when you're casting skys clouding with crows

Your mind is pale, sick to it's stomach
Everything up there can't reconcile, but luck
It's begun to resonate quietly like a comets tail
When your playing on mental jungle gyms of shale

I'm sure there's things that keep you up
Drugs, and alcohol, and fasting all day
A cyclical belt of asteroid tales
You think so much you've burnt an image
Of cotton dreams, so soft and harsh, but somehow sail
You may never grasp them, but you've reached so far you've become so frail

It's hard to try, it's even harder to pry
Open your heart, and let yourself cry
The castles you build are built of tears, and the cemetery near is calling your fears
The foundation is weak, and your pastor you seek, but everything you've found thus far, oblique
Cast your shadows as you will, but they're just funny puppets you've conjured in the night still

On a large,
Dead and cold
Stone,
Burned by emptiness.
Which is capable to influence the seas.
You
Feverishly whisper magic spells
In hope to change everything.
Our destiny went in cycles
By the nauseous drama scenario.
The oblivion holds our values and dreams in its teeth.
They
Considered that it is an illness -
To run towards tails of comets.
Maybe they were right after all,
Because our force disappeared,
We slowly descend into "nothing".
Air in our space suits comes to an end,
Our bathyscaphe is drowned in abyss.
Do you remember?
Those coward laughed and called a "bravado"
Our desperate flight to the moon?
You...
You call me "the last",
Life - a box of sweets.
Those, others, who believe in nonsense and brands,
You forgot, as if they were never existed.
I don't know why we laugh.
To see the truth - is it a gift or simply a defect?
I don't know,
Why all of us are fighting,
But only against our selfs.
Musician
Untuned a guitar.
On a scene he is drilled by a stare of abyss.
All of their books and stories is just an useless chronicle
of apes.
Strange,
Those who were invaluable were sold,
They ran on an aimless road and their armor have broken.
Those "Bandar-logs"
are seated and looking
On dances of mighty Kaa.
I hold you,
And stars laugh.
And space laughs loudly, hiding the book of secrets.
For them - we are only people
Comers from anywhere
And left in nowhere.