dimming lights of an undying mind

 





99.

ploughs across serrated aberrations- the
blinding red hot summer bloomed thorns
burns as if some raring festive fervour


121.

whilst their ghastly grounds of thirst
bleed in sweatskin beckonings, quickly
draws to slide in their planted porosities


77.

sprawls sudden a pandemic notion in garlicking
succulence, hard enough to ignore their addictive
exuberance, attracts fatally as if unfolding a vitality


-22.

and, there it is.  still muscling insanely high
of the screeched in  ‘abhaswarams’*, marring
the otherwise sultry to scopeless noonscapes


13.

murmers the faintly saint within, ‘countless
coldening steel cups stuck hard with reheated
theobromine memories are your eventual
curse'-


04.

- the matte black vacuum flask emptied long
back, smirks in a last dripping leak... of some
more bloodrust words-


















00.

 -digs an endless meloncholy.  running now, the
 classic ruins .    unabridged