All posts by Matthew the Oxx

My Nosferatu

A strange and callous eye fell in

Insect fingers clacking gently

She whistled reeds and ceased to breathe

hiding in the grass

Her torso itched so

Silent prey, we pray she will remain

A milky bright light pricks skin in licks

another flapping mammals’ curdled squeal

Riveted amphibious yodels interrupt us

her hunter cracks the frost

 

Embers offer an odorous thought

Elephantine fear, that which will not sway

Collared by it, weeping blooded lip

she totters down an edgy cast

to run? to crawl? to slip? to fall?

Or simply sweat (without our beads)

 

But i’ve a violent wish to slip a disk

If he wills it she will excuse herself from danger

then the yarrow’s yellow splay comes around

depicting oestrogenic thunder

 

Fangs have gnawed this wood before

she knows a boneless touch called hunger

Relinquishing her grip to breathe

Corrupted sellotape-like prise

underdone and dangling

 

This kiss resents such natural bloodless ardour

Thin skin relents to spent and lonely men

Gracchus slapping mottled thighs

Daubed and nought are undertaken

Rippling folded feet don’t dance

Don’t rib the eye, these kinds of failings come

 

A coma rubs the forest floor

Decay connects to decor daintily, lice amongst the fern

She ran that day the fangs indented

Slippered marble hands left aloft, one anticipated flourish

my Nosferatu, clubbed and coffered

Rinsed in densely ignorant tones

A walking wing, an eye on a string, a finger at the mast

 

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In October Morning

Putting out onto the highway, with an engine underneath

I realise I won’t get very far

There’s a finger on the road and that old picture between my teeth

What tells the story of a night beneath the jar?

 

We’ll be living on the land and making every moment count

We were making love a million times a day

The dogs all bark’d and bit and bay’d and roll’d round in the dunes

We made out on the sands of Elephant Bay

 

With one smile we make a grab for skin, we’d call what we have love

If not for the rigour mortis on our eyes

I had the next door neighbour when you went up to the house

She promised to agree with all my lies

 

Now it goes on without wanting to, it fixes to the steps

A promising companionship of compromise

No questions asked, no rally to the cause of one another

Hand in hand, two heads stuck in each sigh

 

Onto other things I guess, I always knew you’d balk

Our seven seas in tatters and a roar

Copying the charts to tell the currents we move under

Laughing at the captain’s empty drawer

 

I love an empty cage and yet I lose my way so quickly

Thinking about the fucks and sucks of sorrow

The chain is strong I drag along, expecting no horizon

No finger in the arse, no pouted hollow

 

And the gangrene in my arm is a full on stench, salt did not work

Saliva drowns the cockroaches that linger

The rope I’m tied to connects to a stye, I’m the man I scuppered

Our marriage is a molten pot of laughter

 

A rolling ocean hopes my brain directs the earth beneath me

Before I meet the water without air

I’ve cursed this rotten sea with my breath, I’ve wrestled with her titan

Still love commends a rogue to deep despair

 

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Well Met my Wall

Fear your ragged mind

A wanting I should slight

It’s shiver on the Ouse

Once tempted not to alight

 

It could, I can so should

If not for the whine

The sky’s all blowing, bright blue nodes

Something undefined

 

On course to know I want you

A laughing gait instructs us

Courage is locking

Phlegm corrodes the wheel

 

Touch before the moment crumples

Otherwise I’ll go

It’s not that arms can’t reach you

It’s that they shiver uncontrollably

 

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In Canopy

We read it at a step, I think I chased the ruddy coal

Mucking in and off the steps by bout or by bowl

Several things like buzzard stings or polyphonic claws

Epinephrin surging through the rivers, fjords and shores

 

Limping for four empty heads the wily ones turn red

Posing on an oily canvas, stripy light through trees long dead

The fun we had whilst washing wishes, windows shut too tight

Crumbling fortunes dissipate in a fantastic light

 

Eastings at a junction, ruthless pointings up a roar

Man’s time sapping joyous longings, rigour to the core

Flakes of crispy sunlight flip a rushed right royal stripping

Estuarial energy colours conical cloud clippings

 

Resting at a junction, flowers gently kiss more skin

Gold-topped shivering sparkled green on brown

I’ve known you all my life, I couldn’t hack a swathe away

Missing you has somehow paved a saving grace

 

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I Held Her Hand

Hunting a bye-law that will let me terrify you

something Hard and fought for

I wriggled about, I slid

 

So to my morning, calling

it is untenable this flapping, trapping, copper Life

Nature flicks us by the chromosome

she chucks blooded Earth into our sacks

may be we overturn

 

I will go to the river

and I will learn to Fly

I will strap myself to Water

I will pry

if it drains me at the source, I will live

 

Exiting, the Sun imparts one final slaughterous carafe of irradiated and crepusculous light

no longer, my Beachy Head

no more, my liver’d Lung

a walk to work will not suffice

 

these off-licences crap stringy arses

Pencil legs drag bottles, onward

o’er yonder hill

 

What about Aeroplanes?

A thimble-full is the runner?

no, no… No longer

we may not be Evil, be sure there is callousness

in us

 

I held her hand

and I refuse to leave now

I know the taste

 

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An Autumn I remember

Watching upstairs, from as child

Wishing masters upways

 

Haggling with my brother, smiling

Knowing size is payday

 

Heffalumps and bloody spears

Corridors that whisper

 

Manky patios to clear

Pocket money’s keeper

 

Skeletal leaves are scattered, whirling

Stark against the mud

 

Smell of rugby’s rutted floorings

Catheters in hoods

 

Such closeness is vicarious

A child wakes up, it’s winter

 

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