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Verse XII

long eyes wind chimed the way it rained just yesterday, that yesterday, stabbed him


having first set the heart in place, struck fire, words falling needlessly upon the page


punishing it is to be breaking the bleeding stem from the bloom blood dripping like


waterfalls drop to spread blacknesses deeper coloured imaginary popping burst stars


upon the indivisible night laid landscape, are we too far in are way far past stopping


out into the breath of death dear friend darling luck dragon propositional rephrase


are we to be in love my mind mad mindless self eternal darkness with sparkles with


flares with shining teeth to bite and tear promise me this each and every day, you


and I, we fight like seething hatred inside needs a knife's sharp liquid edge to release


for ever lost some more simple word to tidy it up tied in bows barely indescribable


and on my hands and knees, crawling, I shant leave so foretold by the book screaming


fiends may try to bask in the glorious esque ness of adultery as a sin to be condemned


my mistress my muse in what garden with what thorns give unto me thy sharpest quick


dagger split blood ripped skin burning beneath the seething sun my hatred for loves


kiss loves stressed loves liquid licked words falling away into the distance of a memory


just hours ago twas it down to seconds hand barely moving to achieve intellects greater


alignments unimaginable as if thought lifted straight from the conjuration to fall clearly


upon every passing moment enlightenments song unravelling all at once the music starts


and the stars shooting off as each note rises to ring and better phrase phase none more


a prettier moonlit face just dying for a taste of nothingness in abundance of dwindling to


shouting again what are you yelling for what are you dying for what is there to live and is


it, shall it be, what more, once more, then again for the trees, for the burning desire deeply


hidden deeper than a dead man's grave, a grave, what is it to be, what do you want from me


I haven't got a thing to say so what do we do all the long riddled hours of play twisting away


bury me in thy most wicked spell and give unto me thyself, if you don't want your soul I'll


have it and do my damned best to keep it safe but there are no promises written in the stars


just endless explosions of chaos always at an arms length away yet could just be more silent


nights passed aimlessly without a word to speak without one note to fall from the tongues


busy streets walking aimlessly to feed the endless nothingness pulling at the feet to just be


and that's exactly when we start again just to be friends i've only ever had enough to count


on one hand i've only ever been and can we go again take me away without you goddamn


happiness a really good time that one made me crack up and take a sip of thyself from my


dripping tongue what have you done never stop and we'll never give in to madness forever


never find me more unhinged open door swinging once i was there it was one of the best


how to release the pain without hurting how to free the mind without being found out how


somewhere in the cave the candalabras ignite stalking round the open fire closing pathways


in five different spheres at one and the same time ever drifting losing touch if i say stop then


why is it the only way why do I feel like I never want to leave just us and the wind screaming


into an abyss for reverberation sedated the nation in visceral sonnets to weep for widow's


addicting pull and tether, how's the weather, how's the war, just a little more ......................


the things they hurt in ways to feel nothing, Ive an abundance, tell me baby, how is it that


emptiness grows, how is it that black thick spread empty hands clap and wash with snow


how is it that it goes again that ancient song floating how is it that clouds form and when


it rained that day, yesterday, it rained hard, and I thought about it differently again, and


again, new impressions leave unremovable scars, permenance in absolute abandonment


knowing nought kneeling head to the floor on knees praying forgivenesses for things far


far gone into the wind far far away there was a time, when was it again, when was the last


time you sinned, tell me of the ways it is, tell me how it hurts to be, and break me then and


we can just bleed out beneath summer's sun, heat hot as rising dawn above the desert's


retreating horizon ever just a foot step away from another mirage another leaf from some


tree who's soul's trapped in hellscapped torture bound by the wrists and anklets for a stone


just don't lose it again just don't forget just be my friend it's really just as simple as that is it


just one more night to live one more life to give one more fight to be one more knife bleeds


open beneath the stars spread cluster fucked couldn't find a more dull constellation than I


beers about done and just about had it for the night, these women, who told em I'm alive

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