featureless eyes propel borderline perverseness

my finger breaks sharply as i press record

the phone line stretched of its own accord

stop and pause but don't turn back

a whimpering couch held up by ropes

emulsified beginnings of dreams and hopes

she paints pain, holes lead to nowhere

lesions torn, shriveled stalk, i care

my shell broken, becomes hair, i tear

***** from my eyes into her mouth

an acetate surfaces to the edge of my mind

i cant speak or see, for i am blind

ink, blood and snot slick my skin

my mirror haunted by the perspex grin

grab hold but the wrists are thin

broken

crushed

swept under

dead

you mean nothing

Throw the ball further/

Further than me/

Deeper, Deeper /

Deeper than me/

You waste time talking/

This statement is false/

Your indecision/ completes me

Slow down/

You're going too fast/

Slow down/

You're moving too fast/

I can't give this up/

I can't/

Give this up/

reverend, hold on to yours heathers

pay homage in…

cold handshakes, several different when

shades weigh the same together

pretty present in existence

since sense began…

priests dressed in electric black shells

figurine sand to ocean bell sickness

pushing gapes

pulling weight

praise and break

point and gaze

motormouth mona and water without europa

wont causeway why…

mind, body, soul and soda

your holy holes in water cry souls and cola

jade green ***** curdled in cloth

terrorise terracotta blue…

his scissor cynicism floating down deep

too far in thoughts honed in drunken sleep

rotten down faith

mustard and grapes

horses in hays

the churchbell face

sipped tears in a moody blues foot

heavens name

boredom, chair tippin’ lemon gums loose

sevens straight

one is day

horned rims and your empty plates

passing on passing on passing on shoes

passed out passion with the stuff you use

no collide no collide no sliding streams

wont bother anyone but simply confuse

kholum bala froze dog brush minds

chrome collars punching trees and diamond vines

woke up at your stomach and started to sink

doesnt it look like someones had too much to think

man/woman, father/mother, sister/brother

simply cut curtains at every corner, hastily turn

to your side and roll onto the edge of your forwardness

diagonally push a fist backward from a snowy pitch

roll ten thousand times in a smooth fabric yaw

and **** down the barrel of my jaw

It's all a choice

The simple things

Car parks full with disgust

You breath at which the rhythm you bring

I'm growing older

And this house isn't getting any colder

I'm growing up

And this life isn't what it once meant to me

The picnics and benches

They rise and they fall

Seasides and sandcastles

We sat on the wall

Together, and now its OK

We stare aimlessly and talk everyday

You never did

But I missed you today

It's in the pragmatics

The air and the semantics

Ribbons leashed to my tongue

Hopelessly inadequate hapless passionate

Stretched, quick, gone now, faded

I see you on the mind of other peoples faces

Now it's just dissolution

Diluted into an illusion

I'd watch my step

Because it's going off further than the edge

Older than dust

I made you a card

Then you went and smiled

As the pages came apart

I sat by myself

Drinking no beers

Watching Gibberish

Why am I here?

I thought we were

Just old news

Some stupour and daze

Made from lust and *****

Eyes across rooms

Sit down and talk to you

You lean over and whisper

"I love you too"

Something got to you

And I'm not frowning anymore

Something you knew

You didn't know before

I lay alone in a hotel room, 7:14

I sung no forgotten sonnet. Honestly

Picked up the phone and screamed

Threw a bundle of papers against the wall

Killed my sleep and murdered my intuition

Pushed my bed into the ocean. Just listened

Young. 21. Hands on heart. Outspoken truth

+ 2, 23. That's me. No use scratching an itch

I wander 4 corners. Sunken refuse extends

Curtain covered window life from the outside in

Kept it clotted. Your advances were knotted in rope

But I slowed down. Peeled back and removed the wound

Took a tumble inside. Let the dream die

Wilted in agony. Placed my feet onto the cold stone floor

I'm not me anymore. I payed for this, yes?

It was then I took a life, an idea. Just like I haven't said...

Everyone hates this hyperbole
"Get A Job" Such an intrusion
You pull down a ski mask
Moving across the floor
Your movements become words
"You wouldn't if I didn't"
Pile of sticks on the staircase
Close enough for me to see
Such a disclosure you defend
I weep for you and myself
Becoming an object fixed in place
Empty, hopeless, confused
My absence is my entrance
Wet dreams and apartments locked
The keys hang up on the Christmas tree
You taste the water knowing I'll always be me