Fading Love

I’ll pass your eyes to Martha
She’s only up one flight of stairs
She knows you’ve been in Paris
I warned her but she wouldn’t care

I’ll write her up this letter
Your hand is broken, feeble, paused
She’ll kiss it if I let her
Though I’d say she thinks it’s for a cause

I’ll pop another nipple
That photo of the last one’s faded
Skin should rip and ripple
Martha knows a way to make it

I’ll fuss your fingers lightly
Correct the errors made in earnest
Martha is delighted
At the suffering on another’s surface

I’ll link a rail to London
You’re waiting at the station quietly
Cold winters are uncommon
Some still stiffen friendships politely

I’ll cough until it hurts her
Then rushing comes a generous smile
You’ll know by how I murmur
Insults written in spiting guile

I’ll leave your lungs with Martha
She deserves that kind of honour
One fuck and it’s all over
I’ll give you what you never gave her

 

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Intray

I visualise raw men, a bucketful

Posing on my own, living for cream

Pursued by thirst, and flicking switches

 

I visualise latent crumbs, coughing strips

Lapels upheld, strands of foggy air

I’ve licked her rotting face, in circles

 

so I visualise loops, hammering and squirming

under heaps I curl my tongue, force haemorrhage

Poppies inherit us, rota by rota

 

I visualise you, I visualise you new

We’ve paid rails to go, copied all their words

Surfing on the sun, a day-jobs’ click click

 

I visualise tightly drawn skin, glowing

Bell birds bark, unseen amongst a yellowish green

Livid, lusty, and free. We can glean

 

I visualise a candle, forms of leaving

Pacing trucks, drivers mouths filled with figs

Chucking up a role, pulsars at the gloaming

 

I visualise Oedipus, the lashings of a raw man

Naked, stamping feet, concrete, sweat

Lies left unperturbed. Now chafing

 

I visualise a flood, Polyanna’s moans

Courage as she runs, sapphires belching

Lurking under fire, deft spasms, our corridor…

 

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A Plathian Wobble

Seratonin

In lost flecks, a sinless wondering

I flee years

 

Crumpling pillows

Light, and

Thrusting onto white

Pillars

 

People, shipwrecked people

Our colliers gone

Grey, injected

 

Stamina coughing sand and

I go on prowling

Arching

Selling

 

Brothered eyes

Unfeared. Napes rub

Beacons in their laughter

 

Plates, or spikes

Threshing

 

Copying out a mile by rote

Resting at crowds

 

Make my skin a leash

Grace

In kin, just smile

 

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Beyond and Here’s the Same

I’m going to make a leap of faith

I truly want to try

No stopping at the early train

Stumped by the ticket price

 

The boundless courage I now crave

Is an empty wooden horse

See me standing in the parapet

On the other side of course

 

I yearn to dive into the lake

Just give me one last day

I’ve got to write some words down

There’s stuff I need to say

 

It’s easy making switches

So simple cuffing love

Ripping into pieces

Then giving it a shove

 

My mother has a vision:

Her son securely sown

She’d give up her horizon

Her love gave me the strength I know

 

So before I go beyond the known

Before I blacken skies

I’d like to see how love can grow

A love might melt this ice

 

I’m willing to let go in mind

Untangle every root

You kissed my cheek a thousand times

A thousand kisses made me mute

 

Fire before me dances

Flames have bellowed in this life

Courage has been a stricken stranger

A bedraggled and broken waif

 

Surely faith will be rewarded

This spirits’ hungry hole

Leaping without looking

Finding strength by letting go

 

I crave that strength, I rot to pass

I waggle on my leaf

Whilst nature rummages her craft

Excelling without need

 

Soon rook will land and catch my eye

One day she’ll bring me silver

Enough to pay the price of life

Together we’ll drink water

 

The faith it takes to leap

Is somewhere down the ground

No palace stands where we begin

No heavenly holy town

 

I share this hole with worms and moles

Embedded in black soil

Breathing in such nutriment

I rejoice inside Earth’s coil

 

To leap, to sacrifice, to dive

This desperate will to leave

In tiny steps and gestures

Life lives whilst love lets weave

 

I’m standing still, I’m crying

Not getting on the train

There is no requisite or theme belying

Beyond and here’s the same

 

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An Angsty Apathetic Anger

Struggling to keep up

our Earthly pausings, commas at comets

 

a Deep field of darkness

Entrancing as a ring and unpopular

Circled by a pack of megalomaniacs in training

Unbribable and fierce

 

Their cheques are lean!

 

Our suffocated semi-punctual promise

is the raging of a purple stripe

Across the deck like children fleeing oil

the wandering orb collides with a forest-like air

Cowing at pentangled light we gloat

 

Forked eyes at ruined masts

Swaying jogging murderous crowds released in pens

their Detrimental links lie on unread pages

like we call a father Father, until he reeks or flaps

 

our Naked joint of shoulder ripens in the wind

Faking it on mumbled loves, a reel

 

Naturally forceful with glances

Chopping wood is fencing them

in grey yet florid openings

our Supple arm in a tremorous meeting, callous concrete fibres

Pacing and directed by a kind bright grand Condor

Aping looks ungiven as we pass

 

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It’s Possible to Gun at This One

A shower I could have, or a flood

All white, composed by kind minds

and a fluid meticulous gathering of emotion

 

If she walked among us, I might cry

were it not for the mole on her chest

Though one day we could pummel glass we chose not to

 

So once the jacket goes on, once the label gets placed

A riot of fire cackles and we glance on, energised

Punctured by her own corner

 

These roofs you’ve stared at

Mercilessly hoping they’d change, it’s a career in buckets

My new blue tunic, if love was food you’d have no place here

 

I am an epic leg up cajoled by her election

A thin vein of pigment stranded among such very plain skin

as to a ghost, it’s possible to gun at this one

 

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I Leave Myself Like Horses

Having tampered with your skin

I know now how you taste

The flapping of your fingers

My tongue, your writhing body must baste

 

‘Yield, and turn your back on me

before this folly gets called out

Growl with purpose, our relapse

is surely borne of self-doubt’

 

Or if it’s not, you’ve found the chance

A path through knives and curtains

If so we make a mutual choice

Are we daubing or unfurling?

 

I leave myself like horses

I wrangle with my stye

Collecting up a catkin mousse

You’re raw and kind, you pry

 

‘Not yet’, I know you heard me whimper

No forcing course of shoulder

To largo, lent and lethe I lean and lean!

My bravest at a smoulder

 

You fossick at me, you flay the fear

I collect at moving corners

My life a truss of leaving

So cackle as per your order

 

We rally by the grape’d and naked

You show me where to fuck

The knowledge of your cummings

drifts, my temper is your truck

 

It’s corrosive now and only glue

I’m tied in, a flaw or something like a fleck

And the sun, Oh the sun

It’s worth a word before I kiss your neck

 

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