smithsonian.

Streets belie their communal intent
'take me back to dear old Blightey'
drawn with cold hands into misuse
'ride me up the range,
but cease before we reach the edge
(of reason)'
Our dreams dissipate as they collide into
our moment's LOVE- but what of them?
Our terms hold no sense
hollow walls that sentry souls can't infiltrate
'Oh, trace my demise back to DEAR old Blightey'
'Chain me to the test- just in case'

(Half-angels shot in reverie & left to bleed)
distant triumphs blight my view
of your arms-reach beauty
cheering viciously, my failed enhances
spit faith at foiled enchantments.

love-sick & internet-stuck.

Elana, sweet new elana!
to press my delusions against her fair complexion
to dawdle in her fragranced ascent


THE INTERNET IS A JOKE -
ITS CONCEITS RIDDLE IT WITH FALSE WORTH!
SENTIMENTS COUPED
WITH GLORY GUTTED & GRACE REMISS -


I'm deaf & shot to the margins
my hearts dally in gin-soaked
factory settings
safely spun on
messed up matter of fact withdrawals
(as your sins die, spoiled)
polar is the drill that steals within
my caverned margins
polarised is my sod's grave apply.
I resent everybody that isn't me
that isn't confined to this HELL
I am lambasted by all I Purvey
galled by all I entrust my forgivings to

Arrested in jest ---

A joke of solid ivory!

A token of the fools we dulled
with fevered clemency!

Wary of their simple spoils
we shot cold nudity at their garish gaze!

Without instilling senses
that were one fall from disaster.

INSTEAD we bought their mind's whores
with asides guilty of their own affections-
indented on nightmares curdled from acid passions
spelt in God's name(sake)-
sickened by their only spirit's sultry sorrows

Flowing matter-of-facts

Authorised Emptiness
only to force false dawns on
falling forlorn boiled carcuss minds
for why & how to blind panic
thrown in cat calls
lies, long & lithe
sighing dead air upon a time
when martyrs fell with will
into their foreign selves
testing to the skies HA!
for fast-fetched fancies fostered in flames!


Rye, belying knights
& soiled fight
why & where & wars
bought from failed decrees
blighting broken lyre strings
followers flung on ripe-red clients
scattered, injured, foul & bastardised
in twilight cowards
dead as diamond skies
crush the fizzing reservoir weight
& caught in winds
deprived of direction
fired into cold, forgotten flames
famished in the wound, dumb after life
devoid of sinly coils but caught
costed in its pierced embroil
fostered inside instead of lying
pale-faced to the owl eyes
that stab at melody with crystal gaze
locked in phases that daren't entangle
drawn in sand dunes their children built
in yards of rotten gold
spilt on decades of indifference
knowing truth but trusting only traitors
bearing spoilt souls

toilet door truisms.

sins bespent in common converse
points lost in tired old littergy
'Please Remove Your Failures
Before Using These Fascimiles
-Thank You'

Lightstick girl

Lost to unfound moons
reversing my heart's decrees with child's regard
guess works replete with candy vehicles
comparting mesmerics in lust-shaped time garments
Your movements fed on magics beasted by the times
when i'm lost, weak in my despair, boned in my strength
your colours grace my grey crimes.

put me on your pornographic pedestal.

'Deaf ears flung on catered knives
calling warnings in code'


Oh petty victory
I yearn for your critique with crumpled distaste-
my failures hanging harsh
like acid tridents on my idle frankness
Your crystal scorecards pointing westward
but cotton meditations slipping from their menace


Les enfants racked on icy reserve
hell's idols refracting in mirrors
flailing with nice eyed boys
corrupted forays spelling demise
with dirty letters + sewer cores
'UNITE US WITH OUR EMPTY ENDS
BEFORE OUR EYES TIRE
OF OUR PLEASANT PASSAGE'
this abyss of nausea smiles as if ripe with spells
that cast me in the night hour's desert arc
cursory glints of care fasten me
to entrails of your majesty
before I waste away-

figments.

Happy to live in blissful igniminy, now
Destruction knows my inner most divinities.


Distraught to learn the simplicity of my fate
Decked in riddles written in stone
known only to the dirty few
who bleached my heart's revelations
in critical colours
full until spat at death's cool knell--
left to fool the fettered shoals-
deigned to detail the fatal reign
of last summer's shot-eyed nectares
that tore in two the flakey bone
of rabid damnation--
LIVID last laments crashing on uncaring ears-
slashing fears without regard---
soulless upstarts scorning confessions
before empty courts--
long caught in the blasphemies that belittled
their own unintentions--
strewn upon crowns of ash
lying like numbers on their owners' tonics---

DickinsonEsque.

Inebriate my Sins -
Let them wrestle my Dreams -
To the Death -
Castigate the calls -
For my Remorse -
Until there's Nothing left -
I once dreamt of a World -
Where Love transcended All -
Sentiments bred - Until -
They far outnumbered Scorn -
Now - Hopes of Hopes -
Can't bring this Home -
I'll Leave these pages Torn -

Xmassacre.

Christ our saviour, been and gone
roasted peanuts grown stale
necessary familial bonds tearing
with the paper hats we're forced to model
Yule tide embraces not outliving the day
all excitement dying with the solitary midday snowflake
only mother spotted
Whatever happened to the joy of childhood-
silently stolen as we age into insanity
Cradle these woes in a bed that held a million promises
but sanctioned not one
I ache so much for the hand of a friend-
even an enemy in costume
anything to consume these idle thoughts-
i'd turn to stone for the slightest relief
HAZARDS fall when I look up
floors paint pictures of funerals
where beggars pilfer dirt
to smoke away the danger signs-
SILENCE is my emperor
she rules with iron fists
she sexualised my soul way too young
it hurts to pen the pain-
these rhymes are lies
i tried to bind but fell beneath
(tumults of sea, they mothered me in
i smiled as my heart surrendered)

1.

Talk to me, eschew these red-skied terrors,
delighting in my Doom

Torture me, with issues bent on fisted force,
dying against their doings --