OBSESSIONS

Your name is One More
late night glass and avalanching priorities
like ache
like smother
like waiting for the better
between ‘please stop’
and ‘leave me the hell alone’.

Winter winds are not
breaths you are willing to claim
and that sticky wood beneath trembling fingers
might know your real name
your face
your dna
the things you’re trying to whisk away -
that makes you no less responsible for their actions.
and you’ve monsters on your skin
that you are unsure how to bridal;
you are a gas line
a missing denominator
a fraction unsolvable

Weather in your blood
fizzing underneath the surface
landmines bottled in your chest.

You are fool proof at 125
connecting juxtapositions
when daylight catches amber
sliding down your throat.
This world is silhouetted in black
monotone misadventures
while you ride high on elevated transparency

Shake a new hand
stand somewhat straight
‘Hello, my name is One More
Sorry I’m late’

 



timidly sinking unpublished irises
of her unventured stigmatic eyelands

hapless, in a finale struggle
to at least partially breathe & bloom out
of its frothily bogging in screamless torns
in steepening circumference
doomed in her own terms
of unspelt & unheard of
rigorous imprisonments

in her imperviously veiled
bundling black purdah, her self
cannibalistic painted kohl eyes

fragmented dreams and memories
striped black & white in disjointed bits
crackdown in a pressing recurrence
clumsily compressing furthermore
its shrivelling existence in  flashed
rapidity of running contradictions


once a budding keen observant
an unstoppably overenthusiastic
stringent idealist of its practisced
ritualistic- a freedom danceform
in the lushly fertilty of wooden thickety
abundance of geosmine rainforests
- her veins of iridescence bled
passion, pinkly naked nictitating
throbs invited His thunderously
outpouring compelling presence

her unconditionally opened
up surface zone vulnerabilities
in blindly overdosed extremeties
a maddening anorexic thinning expanse
of a nacreously bubbled blown heaven
a glassy membrane floating endangered
with His tucked in colour soul
under lethally zoomed
watchdog visions

the colours
of his deviantly tamed weird musk
craves back to its syntheic laboratories
cultured anaerobic in voluptuously
whorish plastic opacities of urban
dumpyards, sabotages a secretive
alienation over her transparencies
in suicidal evasive bursts, a grandeur
nowhere of Him & Her