Alpha
Colourfield, anecdotal,
the counting-down of hours
minutes
nanoseconds
fractal eyelid
and particle analysis...
It's morning and fresh clothes drape
over scrubbed, ageing skin
like savage furs, brushed smooth
for the parade...
Cement blocks, hallucinatory,
time-lapse holography
and the structure of transience
a word to waste
colours unnamed
and a sleeping dog...
First time I've written in a while,
your voice still chiming in my ears
like leftover dessert, vitamins,
the slap before the sting...
The cauldron of morning, the red eye
swallowing me always before you,
but I, in my holocaust cloak, am asleep...
and unarmed.
At Play
Semi-conscious,
We have aborted the revolution.
We are drowning
in the spittle
of our
Recalcitrance.
How To Be Sad
How to be sad:
Sit in a brown, vinyl restaurant
at a table in the middle
and dig your nails
into your palms
under the table.
Drink sour coffee
in calculated gulps
approximately once
after each two drags
on a cigarette
and after one
clean breath,
Shudder
at the taste.
Breathe again.
Claw at palms.
Try not to quivver
or cry.
Remember to breathe
in between drags
as your cigarette grows flaccid.
Realise that this,
your sadness,
might only exist
because you need new poetry
for a magazine deadline.
Or maybe
you're just tired.
Clean
Little Things
Suck me dry, lips of molten stars
Luminescent boy painting floral space
Unfathomable skies made of blue nothing
Bite suck drain and we pretend.
Nothing ever changes nothing disappears
Create a new facade, use a different name
This aching twisting suffocating game
We play until tears, until we kiss
Unwilling and creeping inside holes
Formed of weakness and rot
Floral space decomposing before bloom
Harvest the fresh-grown sky
The unacceptable emotion.
We paint eachother clean again
The great unwashed bathed with angels
Honesty is a naked girl with a cigar
Suck me dry then rape the answers out
Miserable game all lies of colours
Pretty oil-slippery colours to mask
Fascination with cathartic truth vomit
Enema for guilt and love and jealousy
Conditioning about original sin
Rape harder, the answer's deep
But I'll rape you back because
I pretend it makes me clean
Or love is god and this is prayer.
Innocence regained once completely lost
Mary, let me touch your breasts
Suck them dry
of answers and truth Ineffable wisdom, nothing, blue and floral
Oily molten universe black hole
Sucking dry the rotting compost
Humanity, lust and honest grief
Naked white me no cigar
blinding, luminescent boy I love it when you talk dirty.
Concerning Space
inexorable.
