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I studied your eyes I’ve seen your eyes bulge, Like a breast full of milk. They danced around loves vision, Rooting them to the tong it’s self. Loosening at your lovers mention Like a balloon slacking of its mount. Then I starred into his dull cloudy domes Pupils like yoke, Sliding around the thick stone plate of his face Waiting for electrodes to burst the gooeyness You sliver in. Blue /green/ icy pale stars. That empty their spheres of aqua’s, As if every word spoken, co...

   Sallow I've dragged my Colours, through chambers of the earth. Growing in the shadows of Seasons, Why sibling's seeds, cling to their roots, their nimbuses above a thorny bower. We are bound forever, by our oaks bed. Humble acorns- babe's of the Skyline. My skinny arms try to carry his face, But the first always steals the Grandeur- direct blood courses through its Veins. Yet ardent I am, to stand tall, catching the Sun. The golden clips lost on its first horizon. Pride persp...

Basting. For S Curtis Once our vapour breath, Channelled straggling shafts of light, Were mock curtains gaped. The floor was a rusting tin tide, of decadent hours. Embers, of a fire I once helped prolong. A bloodless abbituar for the coronas gaze, As the stench of skunk, Hid deaths odours for tow days, While you slept eternally in your chair. No external struggle though, Just a pool of plasma, a stained souls- knee jerk reaction. Kicking your spirit into the light. Murder was clear and pr...

A satire, of secrets unleashed. Gently flourishing into organic sincerer smiles. Moving us backwards through time, ghost hands entwined. Reliving feelings we had long forgot. I watched the language of your eyes unfold, Peeling back inner layers of a bud. I was again in your domed galaxy, starring straight back at me, time collapsed as are our lips touched. For a moment only lushness matters, closing eyes – to cut all ties. Unhinging windows to all possibilities, Fingers connect-blood mi...

Here, have the earth under my nails. The pure azure, of my cracking lips. Take a spoon, to the witch hazel the delicacy of my eyes. I will even squeeze out, a clear-cut white diamond- A heart braking crown- to hang it on. I will take tweezers to my boredom, Like some would, a syringe to a poppy. I will let you digest the ore of my soul, for it speaks in tongues with yours, for a price of meal-for my beer to be refilled. Rent for my cracked ceiling, For my slab bed -for the souls on my boots. ...