we do not always speak in ways which make waves,
the slightest lilting lick of brightlight tunnel embeds between bricks
a mortar morticelock creating caverns
where we slip away at evensong amidst
underfoot rivers
securing the looks which chide to locked chains
momentarily lost whilst gazing in other gulleys
same-weathered, waterforced, chipped and scored
scuppering similarities, somehow.
crests fall, and troughs rise.
day sleeps, and […]
succumbing to the inner wordjunkie can sometimes be a very bad thing.
make sure you are amongst the very best chintz. Accompanied with shoulderpads and babycham.
so i’d write you a song with those words that you stole
from the lady below who writes lines of them whole
dispensing at random a thought from the past
of life, death […]
once you rinsed puzzle from teased hair
to detect the remains of the faintest scent;
a misty city, stripteasing concrete.
dealing only in terms of tiny particles from
each whirr of the mind
your every breath laced with fantastical fibre
sucked from lung and pillowed expanse
longing to pepperdust landscape
in fume and fury,
blanketted.
inhale your own scent from these wisps
of smattered raindrops tearing […]
maybe you’ll lie
alarmed and white, undecided
while shadows of daylight lifelines
play xylophone concertos from the beyond
trying to find an echo of trouble
in amongst the landslipped rubble
as the hazy green fairy steals your currency
trade only in well-trodden dreams.
sleep soothing circles the arms of absynthia
come morning, this wormwood mist may rise.
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