My eyes tell dark tales

And strain to lie

Atomic blood micro ribbons

Scarring each egg moon white

Crawling out the trembling rim

A teardrop processional

Exiled from thinned bedspread skin

Traumatic holdovers

Bandaged in sombre ash

Shooting panicked cannonball fires

Through flayed nerve walls

Where dreams hang hypnotic

Just like pinpricked phantom limbs

Before midnight’s fanged syringe

And tasked charcoal hijacking

Erase dusk’s scorned fire pyre painting

To erupt my milk flesh canvas

Into glowering sackcloth sky

And God pours out succour’s slumbering grace

Through dust bowl ghosts

Filtering my dreamscape

With sepia sand pilgrims

Freed from the toppled hourglass

And dark’s steer carcass horns

Point proud to the North Star

To pierce the heart of the drowsy sun

But I will savour time’s mutilated minute’s last stand

And sleep on a bed curtained by feathery vision

When the creep crawling night

Has tired, faded

And gone.

The sun is a splintered arrow

Lead heavy

Piercing the outmost parts

Eclipsed by wayward dark

And I relent

As my bone scraped frame

Wearies

That this slyly pusillanimous town

Desires to eat me up

For hate pants in want of company

And I say

Leave me be

You prison of flesh and dreams

I’ve rung the toll bell’s toothache heart

That I might bond outward

Where I belong

Far from the miserly lot

And closer to an umbrella of refuge

Spirited to shield my collapsed autistic brain matter stew

Off the headstone parish

And into oblivion’s sinkhole hope

The you can piss off parade

Collective jar of flies

Made its final rounds.

Chew the scenery

If you have a meagre minute…

“I’ve had enough”

The muse screamed

And deaf were the envious

Though she gave up the ghost

Vacating its former lot

Among the plebeian potluck

Spooned out for the naive brigade.

She drew her intake vapours

Through a smouldered wick

Cracked desert spillover

From cracked arrow

And pointed purse lips

For how the colossal truism

Or what have you

(If you’re starved of vocabulary)

Is that the eminent dim bulbs

Overstepping both logic and reality’s fist

Are shrouded by way of turncoat mists

But would you listen to her

Should you stumble upon a poem exiled

To an unflavoured isle

Seasoned ripe

But doomed to obscure plains

With pettiness and pride

The silly culprit

Pulled trickster lobster back

From an even sillier rabbit’s hat.

The brittle hearted muse

Was born to battle

Amongst a sunken halo’s

Blistered starfall

Charged with disintegrating furies

Their bloom blood ballet

Winking above tedium’s crest

Across a charcoal broiled sky.

And this is a pointed message for you

And this is a liturgy for I

When ignoble parasites crawl meekly

And kiss Jesus cheeks

With Judas ire

Best to step on them

Goeth the time ragged rhyme

For the vainglory stride

Crushes the poetic spirit

Because Dassendorf boots

Resound a drill hammer echo

Recalling the collective stampede…

And serves to the discerning

And additionally the wise

That the blind leading the blind

Cursed with quick reflective

Yet cursory flitting eyes

Are a servanthood of ingrates

Becoming the very machine

They once railed against

In a black and blue melee

Or an insider fight

Warring with each other

And eaten by homely pride.

Stepping off the floated parade

Says one who is wise

Because you’ll waste all of your pearls

On the backstabbing swine.

Hey You!

Pregnant beast

Lurking in his stone entombed courtyard

Haughty airs grooming his gargoyle countenance

Towers tall as coffins prepped to topple

Like insolent dominoes

Grievous miser and unchecked bully

Dropping self congratulatory bombs

On my glass menagerie head

Though the blithe imposter

Ha

He says his knife is holy and clean

And thinks empty stars and naked space

As he plunges his masqueraded ego

Driving it deep

To waterspout bloodshed

Where the child in me grapples to anchor nothingness

Ha

Take my hand

I said with failing regard

Not aware that the traitor has tumours for eyes

Seeing only distortion chiselled dark

My once upon a broken friend

Oh dear God

Shaded shame red

How (i trusted you)

Why (i trusted you)

My resolve is bruised and flakes to rust

And uncoiled nerves are a power line eruption

Crisscrossing the soul’s blistered nexus

My best friend is a vampire…

Look at all the fair weather fouls

Flying away

In blurs of wingtip steel,

Blood maroon

And yawning grey

Practicing their hunchback posture

Empathy riots

An orgy of desert dried eye flame

It is all a garish parade

The grotesque faux sympathies

Such laboured rot

Terminal conversation

Pushed by force

Through lying lips

Ruby red iniquities

Black balloon doom and ballroom drop

The widow’s pulsing bosom cleaved regrets

Chew through midnight sky

Loaded with stars like coal teeth

And martyred time’s beast

Births a sandpaper tongued priest

To dish up hollow platitudes

Though skull sunken earth

Up to the stagnating ceiling

Collecting each bored syllable

Fierce to eat up his plastic flower words

The widow

Just waiting for death’s black ice crush

The widow

A lap dog eager to massacre the air in circles

Flashback knives murdering the bobbing skull

Blindfolded visions

At her bedside chronicles

She whose droning bee sighs

Sit musty and staid

Where they will lay in apathy’s grip

For a thousand years

Or more

Long after the wake

Long after the eating of the tombstone cake.

The bruised muse

Hissed soul steamed escape

Before tree finger marauders

Pierced his dried up dreams’s reedy spine

And noosed charity’s crystal cracked neck

Into a violent pearled burst

Dividing glum gold spoils

To black dog troughs

Second rate ingrates

And the hoodwinked anarchist parade

Marching through strangled forests

The bruised muse

Watches the lead hearted raiders

Clap freewheeling heels

The kinetic chaos

A ludicrous marvel of steel willed vanity

Pushing prostituted trust’s bladed menace

Through sunken wildflower weed valleys

Ousting in fist hammered defiance

The bruised muse’s spectating specter

While vampiric Judas Iscariots

Drain stained glass blood

From the muse’s broken swan neck palace

The turncoat fellowship

Gloating cloven dagger flame

Through sacred parchment

The tarry blizzard

Set to burn and forget

His bliss kissed sweet nothings

Swallowed through tongue torched surrender

To the betraying void

The frayed and dethroned king of fantasia

Exiting breathlessly

Holding onto the disintegrating wing

Of his flailing butterfly queen

As the scorching house of cards

Carries ash scarred tragedy

And lung blistered chokehold

Across a psalmist anchorage

Blackened and razed

The once harmonized sanctum

Poisoned by pride’s weighed scales

Tipped towards self anointed demigods

And so the thorn clipped muse weeps thunder

And her nailed feet mete out lightning stabs

Across night’s everlasting funeral

Though their ears are plugged tunnels

And their eyes stitched bound and blind.

Time to kiss away the muffled shadowland.

Time to carry my sandpaper voice underground.

Time to sleep where concrete angels tend to split necked flowers.

Time to be baptised under hearty rain spells.

Time to dial down fears and give birth to redemption.

Thanks to those who gave ear and warm words to the paper heart sleeved muses.

I’m a long way from home, but I’m inching closer.

Time to set my aim towards the sun.

Time to go.

A night song for Selene’s painted fire moon

Moans twilight sadness over Lyra’s plucked lute

Her laugh dancing thunder shaking hideaway spaces.

Motorbike leaps through Eden’s gate

Oil and tears leaking last rites

Dream buzzed veins electric and cranked.

He throttles beyond ink dipped rainbows

Where boiled technicolour skies

Melt time’s rustic phantoms cloaked midnight black.

Razor leaf trees sneeze bone spiked fallout

Splitting his banded candy cane skin

Fantasia’s fingers flicking away seething stars.

Mood ring moon winks at the smouldered sun

Her glitter soaked eye his chariot’s aim

Heartened conquest towards evaporating coil.

Lyra’s lips stir his soul

And clawed lightning tears at heaven

Slipstreaming lovers bleached galaxy gold.

She inhales him.