Dear Doctor and your demon friends, you've called in to spend some time with a mind fresh from the streets of desolation.
Crying for a storm with thunder
the rise up from under
and through
cut a swathe
in complacency lay idle, an infant searching legs
unrestrained mobility
close at hand stability.

"Why, why, why"?
sounding off like Delilah.
To find her and hold
and feel the fold where flesh meets flesh
where I and my demons caress, a night and early morning child
smiling a tear runs wild.

In the air the scent of capture now denied with scant regard
the breeze carries whispers far.

If I were to surround myself with a moat
deep, watery, unfordable by all but the stout of heart the centuries might fall away to resemble nothing but scratches on my frame.

Breaths taken and held in apprehension.

When the glare cause a squint, seen as a wink by me in my search for more
before blindness came from between Papal hands and swelled a womb with mistimed love.

The arching beauty caressing a cushion
feather-down and sponge reassure then rearrange a pleasure.

Reptilian scales slide a threat, lost on chastity's unsoiled state of art
wingless and dying the pawn imparts a dying wish bearing scars.

Ancestors applaud
Polite gestures
Polite reward

Unpresuming modesty calls a mirror home and ugliness takes hold behind these eyes that shuffle into shape
and a tongue that flickers in time to a heartbeat
the silent pant engulfing all to satisfy a hunger.
Bottomless starvation
cataclysmic retardation

Don't leave without "Adieu"
this boredom of mine seems right for you

The company of an untouchable.

A bower's nest of borrow and rhyme
85 cents ticks away words in time.

Deathly silent
Silence is death gone serious

Years away yearning a touch, a rise in the tide
darkened avenues find Autumn times.

Fall to gutters as acceptance fell to knees and lost it's head to tyranny
spilt a haze of blood bruised and suffering

Open sores crying poor
the welfare need of more and more

So now you choose to reappear
if with invisibility you have appearance
don't loose yourself in memories.

The haunting comes.
Ghosts run with chains away
unbound, bounding
Is the echo a resounding
or the sound continuing off to a distant ear, still in the head of the me from here?

My warmth thaws your icy calm
My smile so wide

Anger, despair, frustration growing thorns,
crying the tears in black
veiled to hide faces,
to hide intent in places
between mobility's home
where ownership roams.

A siren lays bare skulls, and shadows creak with the movement of bones
fragile, brittle to the touch
flesh wrapped chalk
on haunches like an incontinent cur
spraying all before and after
sooner or later
the sooner the better
better than ever.

"So vague"
"Falling away to nothing"

Come steer my gondola through the canals of a city I've never seen
float my vessel worthy or not
At sea now to sink or sail forever
to find eternity's island just another horizon away.

Repetition stricken with adolescent love
unripe adults greening on the vine.
Speak your mind.
Find respect in the sound of your own voice.
Take the time to ache in the worst of places
as the soothing takes away the age.

Were I to tumble to that lawn so carefully kept, bearing fruit
where the well ripples with life.
Wish I might
My garb
my touch
and my touch of them
now a wonder
The intermittent call of splendour holds me tenderly at the brink of all I'd want
all I'd not have back

Now like the red mosquito of yore, swooping to drain
an existence to yourself
survival through obsession
perched high and away from reality's door but a swat from the end.

I doubt you'll find what you came here for.
No satisfaction.
No glow of achievement
I'm disappointment remember
a non-attaining entity
So sell you extract of the empty
Learn the lesson of the dead
Or did they die in vain
to fill the void
more empty silence amid the great big nothing
all screams internal
sonic scrapes to the skull.

Hide then
as if facade is a safe haven from the truth.
Face paint smiles and frowns
closet stars
eyes burning emeralds growing large at the pulpit
weaving the liquid blanket of almost
talking of knotting knuckles into fists
ineffectual blows to the hardened self.

Burrow away away beneath skin gone to leather with reminiscence
take your fill
leave my spirit rich with universal flight.