Forget the unforgiving Summer Rain desecrates the sun of all I am Moonshine is all I see on BBC3 Oh how immoral of me Sleets of spunk on my computer screen So when you love, scream me to death. Whatever, whoever, when ever But it is so closely over The men and women waiting for Your cunt to open as Autumn leaves I will share this or should i?
My beautiful friends will write my biography No stanza, verse or paragraph From Sabeen to Stacey Oh what a fucking appalling motorway mess CRASH And the 500 in between ...
Leaving slab of chocolate on emptying chair: Day of the Father, 2019
In dying embers of your eyes Charcoal from where you were a miner Turns blackest hue to iridescent streams In our clandestine eye-language This is where fountains speak In crystalline Father to son cradles.
I nestled your head in my large hands Those pugilist claws you bequeathed This is no Yorick, Alas, no Shakespeare theatrics - Have you ever smelt the lemon dew of dying? Rows of disinfectant as coffins.
No Vacancies for his lonely place ‘MEMORIES FOR SALE’ We have them beholden In quill & parchment...
The wreath of my words Hang me until the fatal stanza An orchard of dying roses From Tottenham to Torquay And the dying lisps of Madrid Why do I kill myself in European Cities? In Bruges her love bite Sucked my neck to no breath.
From Rome to Paris in Dublin suburbs The truth lies on Cardiff streets Y Rhyl feel the tattoo on my heart Inked akin to Morrissey and Wales Oh just go to bed And dream your dearest nightmares Did Pasolini fuck Sexton I have read to my heart is bled Red for the colours of my heart ...
Your hand clamped so tight A nurse prised them apart As a ballerina wearing boxing gloves Why should she contemplate Each nation of heatbreak?
In your beautiful pooled blue eyes Fountains of that which will never lie In my cradle you whispered lullabies I can still hear them Dad The stories from womb to tomb Pencil stains on skies of all black & white Let the rainbow descend Guillotine all abstractions Speak to me of your love In the simplest of all colours.
Forever breathes the chaos words in petalled canyons
Hushed surrenders - Listen to colours of silence Exquisite sorrow of shaded pastels Rainbows make love in darkness Into tombs of moonlight verses Where midnight fuckers flail skin (Torn Ripped Bit Licked)
Green the grace solemnly bequeathed to us In indigo baptismal birthing Berthed in ghosts who Won’t shut the fuck up - They try to bury me again Crucified by labelled nails Who don’t bear even bear my name.
The sound of vodka rushing Down the throat Resonates as a death rattle Smash the glass...
Destiny Untitled (In Pearly Morning Uma'Dew Drops)
What price the man, who Labors to build his gallows - Each burst of sun lengthens rope. Old tales still spoken Natural narrative of broken Somethings, design for living: It’s merely the dialects which change.
Moving between rooms Does each closed door lead To another home, Beginning to lead Everywhere…and yet Nowhere?
Gasping through forests Breathing like the ones Who write of ‘scattered shale on Shores where sea does not reach.’
Remembering twilight visit to ‘Hanging Pool’ Body of...
in the deep of their red hot core & syzygium frames, there's this flaming fusion ..(with summultima)
She said under snapping Moon bones “I wish to die in your arms” Burn sleeps in saddest sacrificial pyres, She said in orgasmic Ganges water thrusts “Strip me; lay me down on the lushest of grass”
Shiva awaits in the astringent love-making fruition…
awoken from eon’s formless silence of deep syzygium slumbers, His seeded beady eyes with deeply cut hills & valleys of bluish midnights roll out as the burst multitudes of versified altitudes in touching ascendance, the Peak he trances now in his...
The hymns from a loving village Were once sung by a choir of skeletons Dejection turned summer sun to snow Falling from the hands of God To lay streams of ice in my heart. Then, then, Uma arrived Turning black to golden fields Of grass where will lie In depths of oceanic orgasms Feeling pearls when our lips meet