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NBNight Dec 2018
I can see
But I cannot be
I'm living a contemporary memory
NBNight Jul 2018
Dead beauty
Waiting for winds of change
Light of day
Comfort of tender rays

Fingers of fingers
Desperately grasping
Scratching at smothering grey
Beseeching fickle favour

Detritus, latent bounty
Seeping from soil
Leaves long lost spoil
Filling lungs, blood, mind

The wood snakes and writhes
Strangling and dividing
Bearing vivid green hue
Harbouring harsh truth

Morgue made art
Quater-circles, four deep
Enraptured by stone mesmer
Buried by rusted hedge

Scattered eyes of red
Unseen and unseeing
Forgotten by warmth
lost to being
NBNight Dec 2018
Sit back
Breathe in, exhale
World's on track (enjoy the ride)

Gone is what ails
The broken
The failed

Instead, smoke
And black mirror
The welcome cloak

Shielding from terror
Soul-ar Insulation
Forget the glitch or error

New permutation
Unnatural selection
Just wait for perfection
NBNight Nov 2018
Behold                                    Mt.
    Creativity: a
     pile of corpses 
    stacked in a fissure
      rotting flesh succumbs
      to desperate less-rotten flesh
      wriggling and squirming above
          straining for a glimpse of the sun, of glory
Every failure                                                          ­                       a dream 
a crumpled effort                                                                      long since
drained of meaning                                                          dulled by time
abandoned to silent decay                                  skeletons still pristine
Undisturbed but restless spectres     unable to speak their treasured
truths to minds beyond their own, trapped with an unspent wealth

     That mountain of death
     roots endlessly deep
      of words never heard
      memories never seen
        thrusts forth, at the summit, a
       podium for the knighted
     
      Enraptured, we embrace this beauty
                                            as if pure and whole                                      
       conveniently forgetting the
    foundation of its
     brilliance:
    death

         and now this piece will take its rightful place at the base
There is so much I will never see - that nobody will ever see. More is being generated than can be consumed, especially as the world shines the spotlight on the successful, fuelling exponential growth of the tallest flowers while leaving an immeasurable ecosystem of beings who exist only to become fertiliser for the healthy, growing, deserving starchasers.
The sad reality of creation is thus: the more that dares to live, the more that is doomed to die.
NBNight Jul 2018
Hollow strained branches
clutching at mist
Drained dry by tortured mind's eye
The Paper Men venture forth

Upon sea of stalagmite
'board vessel of flint
bones of cracked tinder
Flesh rotting parchment

"Torch the ocean!"
"Drown water in flame!"
Nothing can't burn
When ignited by blame
NBNight Jul 2018
Reach out
Retract
Incorporeal vapours streak black

Through fog unseen
Beyond perception
Known by absence
Unknown meaning

Chasms lacerate
Splitting Earth
Welcoming the abyss

Ahead, bridges extend
Path well-travelled
Beginning, middle
End?

Many pass through
All disappear
No goodbye
No-one can hear

A curtain pulled back
My turn to step forward

Can't
NBNight Nov 2018
If I were short
On Love
Would you care?
NBNight Nov 2018
A vial of shadows, languid
Rests upon an outstretched hand
A viscous and vaporous oil
Accompanied by a stretching smile

Or a sneer?
Smothered by slick veneer
Fingers clink on the tonic, and
Colours spring to life
Vivacious and clonic

"Drink deep of this truth, my child
receive strength, wisdom and guile!
For this great gift, I ask only your time
                                                            ­          and a dime
                                                                         (or two dozen)     
                                                     ­        
One hundred percent success
A modern panacea, no less
It only fails, you see, if
You fail to believe"
NBNight Dec 2021
Two jaws slide open
with barely contained anticipation
with well-contained salivation
with no greeting or salutation
only a twisted cold grin
as the morsel shambles in,
stumbling and dazed,
legs labouring,
burdened by a mushrooming ****** bulk,
saved from toppling over
only by it’s fellow fungi,
standing shoulder to shoulder.

In a trance it shuffles
dragging meat, hair, skin
every part a delicacy to that Mouth,
a delight so irresistible that
a gap-toothed sneer,
with the deepest trough trenches
and the tallest towering teeth,
with a cavernous palate
and snaking forked tongue,
stretches to the ceiling
ready to consume one and all.

— The End —