blue.

Through you

I see no edges;

A gentle

Fade

From thing to thing.

Stars fell into reflections and now the sky is empty and the sea is full.

Temptation to

Dip toes into ink

And walk

To bed

With nibs for feet,

Writing 'blue' upon these streets.

Tonight the gulls

Cry

'Blue'.

The sea is full.

The edges are gone.

And so I:

As much bench as I am floor,

As much sky as I am pen.

The pier now

Appears now

-Through you as I see-

To be as much blue as the

Spilled Ink.

The carnival has come.

Each corner lit

By the yellow shade of blue.

Fades to middle

Into shades,

More shapes,

Cause the stars fell and hit the ships.

Did the stars hit me,

Or am I blue too?

Edgeless through your eyes.

Damp breath.

Overhead fly the gulls;

BLUE BLUE

Cry the gulls.

The carnival has come

To paint the town.

On this night we painted blue.

Three Fathers

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There Are Only Some Things Onto Which You Can Shovel Dirt.

Here is my body.

My faulty faculties and my frail frame.

Here is the box you will place me in.

Will it hurt?

Could I test the weight the of the earth

Before I'm under it?

Ground

Path

Earth

Dirt

Upon you I have trod

Since I learnt to walk.

So tell me now,

Did I hurt you?

You beneath me.

Did it hurt

Having the human race shovelled upon you?

An earth buried beneath the people who,

When they can walk no more,

Bury themselves beneath the earth.

So tell me, did it hurt?

Here is my body.

My faculties at their faultiest and my frame at its most frail.

So tell me why,

When we die,

Do we place upon us the weight of the world?

Sorry.

When I moved away

I moved you

With me.

I took your order each day and your routine.

I moved and - it's not like I made sure - but I assumed you

that you

I assumed that you moved with me.

I assumed when I moved you changed;

Let my life alter yours.

I was sure I was

The cog that kept this part of town going.

The man with Tourettes still comes to read the papers. She still wants buttered baked potatoes significantly earlier than everyone else.

Moving away will not stop

All the lonely people coming to the library.

My Dentist Is Called Dr Luck.

i like the way my name sounds on your teeth

when you sleep

it slips

from the corner of your mouth

collects in a puddle on your pillow

stains

your

lips.

crusty on them in the morning

rinsed away to give you

morning dew skin

fresh nameless breath

full moistened lips

when back to sleep you slip

from the corner of your mind

sleep brings my name back to dry out your tongue

stale christened breath

breathe.

i like the way my name sounds on your teeth.

Tremble.

I can make you tremble

Body below body I can

I can make you tremble I can make you shudder

Lover empty over empty I can

Make you shudder.

Lay still and silent and realm between boundaries only these,

I will reach below your knees

Roam in breathlessness and gasping grasping out between

I made myself know

And you known so

New are we.

I can make you tremble body

Below body I can.

A cascade of foaming silence washes over you in waves

And leaves marks about your hips as the tide it breaks I can make

I can

I can make

I can make you shudder lover

Empty over empty

Deep over deep

Until silence meets and lies

Again with us between.

Someone has taken thread to sew down your silk spine.

From the base of your neck

In a line to a hand who holds

The needle still and breaking stillness

Shapes an arch in your back and grinds your shoulders in the silence.

Realm between the boundaries

Between boundaries only these

I can make you tremble and shudder body below body lover I can

Can I make I can make I can make you can I make you I can

Make

I can

Make make you I can

I can make you tremble.

have you been kfc yet?

CANIBALCENTRIC; If A Tree Falls In A Forest...

is it lust or lost?

a kiss on the spaces where skin is softer where viens pump faster

where falling

down

upon

my

knees

i call out to God and grab my gun and run to shoot my pastor MASTER

MASTER MASTER OF THE UNIVERSE CREATOR OF SUCH A

shabby globe

these are the promises you did not uphold

this is the doubt you placed in me

hypocrisy heresy he said synergy and i agree softer

softer is the way of the woman than the man the socially

constructed human can

the time has come to construct our bunkers and

eat tinned food

and hold our loved ones

human tin openers opening human tin

to eat the salty preserves of skin and is it lust

or is it lost

oh lost lust is leaving slowly for the door

no one saw or

heard the creak in the floor

alone the footsteps make a sound no one hears and so

everyone says there was never sound here is

nobody listening and world falling silent

but everyone's talking just the same

it was us the fuel of sinners and thieves

and if our lord in heaven is holding the reigns

well let it rain let it rain let it rain let it rain let it drain

out of me

for fathers our poor father our fore father and four fathers

left childless we are the mindless

and we are the strong

brute strength

no morals

we destroy all we touch

just to feel

the adrenaline pump

feel it rush and it gushes like the waves He threw

down and he hoped and prayed and wished we'd all drown

what have i created

what have you become

i had

lust for a world that is lost

that is

gone.

AT DIE NING TAY BALL OP

O

SIT

IN 2 MIND EYE BIT.

AND CHEWED UP ON THE FLESH ALL SWEET.

BITS STUCK ON GUMS

IT WAS A PLEASURE 2 EAT.

OP

O

SIT

AS EYE BIT

AS EYE SIT.

AS EYE SAT.

AS EYE LEAVE SAT IS FIED FULL AND FAT.

THOROUGHLY FULL UP THOROUGHLY FILLED.

EYE WONDERED HOW MEN E CELLS EYE'D KILLED WHEN EYE BIT

DOWN

IN 2 MIND.

MAY KING IT MINE.

FINE.

ALL THE WORDS THAT EYE 8.

ALL THE SINEWS EYE CHEWED.

BRAY KING THE LINKS BETWEEN BOD E AND MOOD THIS IS NEW.

THINK.

WITH MIND NOW IN MOUTH, STUCK IN

TEETH.

I BIT DOWN INTO FLESH AND PRO SEE DID TO

EAT.

Its Just Another Social Fuckstruct.

SOCIAL FUCKSTRUCT HAIKU

i am constructed.

made so i will not fall down.

social scaffolding.

SOCIAL FUCKSTRUCT HAIKU 2

i'm bound to social fuckstructs

so my bones will hold me up.

fuckstructless i fall.

SOCIAL FUCKSTRUCT HAIKU 3

fuckstructs make you want.

fuckstructs make you big and strong.

fuckstructs rape your head.

Lie Berry.

I assumed a sort of new

Assumption.

I kept my eyes

Fixed and pluck up the gumption.

Something else was starting to function,

A sort of new

Found to be true

Assumption.

I felt fine for a while prior and post then,

Post-it notes around my throat with all the thoughts I thought before when;

Spilling out my jingle jangle junk box

Head onto your bed,

Might have made it seem

That particles had collided to make us think the same.

And it's sweet that you refuse

To believe it's more than watching,

Possible touching,

More than,

More like

Twitching.

And it's sugary that you need your pillow to be

Clean and warm and empty,

Before you pretend to listen when you crawl in bed

Beside me.

Not a noise in the night more mumbled and crackling;

The salty skin of the memories of the men we bought back when

Fingers need bending and minds need a rest.

Stop and wait and go again. Best.

Lazy memory mornings,

Yawning.

My mind has been up all night pacing,

Watching me sleep next to the company I'm facing.

It tells me my acting skills of

CoolCalm

AndCollected

Are coming off dull if not slightly affected.

So it is not hard to sleep

Alone.

It is however most uninteresting.

BloodBlister.

TypeRighter.

LittleSister. Biggger. Brighter.

Loster.

Found her

Cowering over books, giving wobbly glances and shaken up looks.

There is an eye I would try to hold steady.

Ready?

A medley of memories;

Short term and long

Lingers.

Wiping it all off my fingers.

Middle digit rigid.

And I wonder

If you realise:

I'm offering you a new form of cigarette for you to stylize.

This is not anger this is unbent proclamation.

Candy cigarette fingers for a cancerless nation.

foryourbite.

There's a sound now;

Muffled and stunted and filtered through ear after ear after ear and after all

You can hear

Is this sound now.

Eyes are closed.

Bottom lip curls to be bitten and reassured it is still part of your mouth,

But your jaw it is listening and lolling as it does

And it loses grip on your lip as the sound rolls past.

Also your neck listens with tilt and with sway,

Leaning close to your shoulders which lock your arms in place.

At the end of your arms past the bone and the bend you are

Spelling out words in your palm.

Your fingers are tickling the sentences,

And you're sensitive

Skin clams up and you know:

When I finish writing,

When my body can't hear,

They'll be no more words left to recite.

Muffled and stunted and filtered through ears,

Bottom lip

Crying out

For your bite.

Eyjafjallajokull

It said on the news today that nobody died.

That there's a big black cloud hanging over us

that will never rain, but someday clear.

That it will provide us with beautiful sunsets and settle softly on our noses.

It said on the news today that blacks the new white and

the dictionary has placed

FIRESNOW

between

FIREBRAND

and

FIREWORKS.

In other news television has taken control of the NHS and will hand out glasses for free,

with a tagline written upon each pair; 'Its the best way to BBC'.

To collect your complimentary pair of anti-Israel specs

shout answers to this equasion at your television set.

If you do not receive your glasses:

you are not shouting loud enough.

A survey

showed an increase in preference towards the sea over the sky.

A ten year old said that the sea was a more aspirational symbol than the stars

and that the more time her father spent at home the more he smelt like

white spirit.

In other news, ferry prices have rocketed and jumbo jet parts are being sold off.

There was a loud bang heard today

and the roads are clear

and the only pollution presently is the tar stuffed down in God's lungs.

It said on the news today that the Lord has cancer

and that cigarettes are free.

That there was world wide looting of fag factories resulting in

escalated

tension and riots followed by a relaxed

exhalation

and a new feeling of global affinity with Hashem,

Well, that's what it said.

And the weather man explained

that there's a big black cloud hanging over us that will someday clear,

but never rain.

A TABLE UNLAID

I will not try animate you

as you need

no boots, coat or hat.

There'll be no limbs attached,

no blood

to drain

or air to catch.

Sitting as you are;

no rim around your Fedora or

carnation in your shirt,

no proud straight back against

an empty arm chair,

with no fingers to crack and

no rings to place there.

No strong jaw or romantic

temperament.

No reputation for being a

gentleman.

No easy way to settle

when

you've no legs to rest or

knees to bend.

And with no soft lip with split not on,

and no warm eyes unbruised,

there's no blood that clots to heal for them

and no need to stitch or sooth.

With no shoulders broad to hang

no suit.

No buttons to buttons

and no laces to boot,

and between these two

no cloth there to cover,

neither your right leg left

just as un as the other.

And so

sits empty

your invisible

chair,

inside your invisible

walls, by your fire of air.

Upon your transparent rug,

in a house no one made;

there you sit

with no body

at a table unlaid.

Snaps.

HMV.

 

This is some of my photography taken whilst wondering between places to place.

Love ran down my back made me a fillet of fish
And it took out all my bones and it placed me on my dish
And it said: thou shall have thy lover
Underneath the covers,
Thou shall have thy lover
When the train rolls in.
I was a thousand fishes a shoal beneath the sea
When love it went a fishin' and it made a meal a' me
Turned to only flesh and warmed 'till I was done
I was placed upon my plate and then love made me a song
And it said: thou shall have thy lover
You shall be with one another
Thou shall have thy lover
When the train rolls in.

We Are Walking Nowhere

 I walked barefoot from my home to your home and measured the distance in toes.
 I thought; If your digits are twice the size of mine then I'm twice as far and you're twice as close
 and whilst
 Walking I counted the number of breaths and divided the whole by the number of steps.
 If your lungs can take say one lungful more
 Then you'd be able to hold your breath at the door;
 When you stood on my step and left their a tap,
 Then as the door opens lips part, lungs relax.
 And so breathing calmly you've finally arrived,
 With double the toes and lungs twice the size.
 We leave a clunk on the door and a creak on the stairs.
 No shoes no socks.
 We are walking nowhere.