Sulking Like A Wronged Child I Sit In A Pool Of My Own Blood.
I Hadn’t Heard The Words That Were Being Spoken On
The Radio Before. An Afternoon Play To See Out These Hours, Interminable To The Last
These Metronome Voices And This
Guillotine Script Would Quicker Kill Those Weaker,
Then Me.
The Room I’m In Is Painted Orange; A Picture Of A Toad In A
Bright Red Waistcoat Hangs Apt Over The Bed.
The Bed Is Tartan Blanketed, The Type Under Which Pensioners
Legs Nestle.
My Whole Body Is Chocked With Ice Cubes And As The
Trickles Tickle And Ease The Smart Of My Last Untimely
Scourge – Neat Binary Openings – The Most Beautiful Of
Suicides –
I Clock That I Can’t Hear Out Of My Left Ear.
Earth, I Think It Is In There, Or Big Burst Vessels,
I Vaguely Picture As A Result Of Retching Up A Pint Of Vodka,
Rather Than The Slow Collapse Of Senses
I Always Took For Granted.
My Eyes Feel Like Gobstoppers That Are Being Sucked
So Hard The Mouth Around Them Must Be Raw With Love.
The Curtains In Here Are Blue With Dirty White Roses Interwoven;
They Look Like Matted Hair. This Carpet, This Carpet Needs
Scrubbing Of Its Colours, Yellow, Pink And Purple Swirls On A
Slab Of Marble Grey. I Remember When I Was Little,
I Broke A Bottle Of Milk Onto The Hallway Carpet At Home,
That Carpet Was Green, And As The Milk Soaked In,
I Thought It Must Have Always Been Sour, The Colour It Was,
Greenish Cream. Sitting Here In This Lodge,
I Know The Truth Of It,
And Here’s My Blood, Here, And That I’m Now More Than
Halfway To My Mum.

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Down In The Park
Miles From Home,
Nature’s Beauty Torments And Admonishes.

My Envy Ploughs The Hue,
Trenched And Stuck
As A Trodden Knag.

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Witnessing The Dystrophy, The Shedding,
Shallow Breath And Smoke Flutes Languorous, Cramped In Our Little Kitchen.

Off-White Buildings Slivered By Pencils, Like Prison Watchtowers, Snipers Cocked To Blow Away The Place That Was Never Really Ours.

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 Amazing & Funny Photos

This Is Called Bravery OMG! Is This Real Or Watermelon Carving? The Best Optical Illusion You’ll Ever See Sexy Megan Fox Face Closeup Sweet Child In Blue Dress A Cute Girl Posing With Big Headphones Do You See Anything Up There OMG, Hands Painted To Look Like Real Animals Dirty Mind, Please Calm Down One Of The Best Creative Art I Have Ever Seen

Thrown Our Lives Some Twenty Years Apart.
A Million Feelings Lasting Months, Years And Two Score The Next?
Drunk With Beauty That Comes With All Its Dreams Unbroken,
Conserved Nothing, Not Breathe Or Word.
So Fell An Edge Into The Beginning –
Summer Moon Had Yet To Keel,
Each Other In Each Other.
A Crescent Shifts,
The Indifferent Crescent Wanes Leaving The Sky To Do What It Likes.
O Months Of Love Isolated, The Years We Lost And Will Lose.
The Long Day Laments A Night It Knows Will Never Come And Cannot
Destroy Or Be Destroyed By The Kind And Evil Setting Sun.
All The Time Their Head In Ours,
And Ours In Theirs.
Blue Sad Eyes,
The Cold Bitten Heart Of One Quite Young.
Come To Me And I Will Not Cease Still, To Be Your Own Unhinged.
Old Father And Dead Partners Claim Their Newest Prize.
Parading These Broken Hearts That Tremble; The Rage.
Abandoned Snowbound Cars –
Opaque Flakes Fall Wrecking Vision,
Eyes Are Snowdrops.
Stems Snapped.
The Plough Has Crashed Now Too.
The Path Is Gluttonous Of Silence,
Autumn Is Sick And Dying Of Loneliness
Her Mouth Is Solid On Mine.
One Day In A Now Drowned And Freezing Moor,
And One Day On The Middle Ground.
Two Days In The Lakes,
Red Boat Sails; Rowing In July.
Pebble Skimming; Dead Morning, My Love Is The Lake. No Reflection.
She Goes Back To What She Knows.
No Love Is Lost, No Love Is Lost.
The Ache Submits To Another Whom She Cares For,
There Are Always Others And Others To Hold.
Statue Is Stripped And It Seems Flowers Bloom In Gold About Them
A Mayfly That Fell Before Time.
Road Kill Bunny, Frightened To Death By The Five Years Between Us
Lies Fall Wrapped Like Chocolates.
All Left Over From Winter
She’s Not For Us
She Knows It.
The Atmosphere Is Soaked In Abandoned Mist
Nothing Can Grow.
Miles Sink Between Us,
This Ocean Is A Flat Barren Planet.
Worm Pearls Wait To Creep Back Into The Veins Whilst We Sleep
Circles Continue To Draw Circles,
Now It Wants To Creep Back In
Rosalind Cries.
Rosalind Feels Sacrificed In The North.
From The West That Green Mouth And Black Kirtle Prepares To Cackle And Flow
Rosalind Shudders; Prays Her Sisters Storm Will Stop That One From The West
Storm Comes But All Is Quietly Abandoned Before The Eye.
That Does Not Fly,
That Does Not Try,
The Home Did Not Need To Fall To Kill Her.
She Stays To Love Whoever.
She Banishes Me To Whatever I Am.
The Other One Had A Child, Maybe More Than One,
All Decades These Lives Are Replayed.
Rosalind Smiles And Hugs Me
All Are Saved
The Weight Remains.

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Christmas Eve

Starless Trees Spike Their Shadows
Across A Pool Of Dead Insects,

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