My lust collides.
With an ideal story.
Of how we once were.
Towards no greater good.
Trickled lines of fluorescent clouds.
And a head full of sunshine.
Orange Balloons.
At utmost a smile.
Buried in indigo.
Banners of light from the wrist.
Sagging and aged wallpaper.
Strangles the air.
Gives you something to breathe.
If we hold on.
Then we can start to move.
We can start to see.
See past the light.
My colours are fading.
Becoming something new.
As everything contracts and leaves.
Leaving a new day.

Sun shining in 14 different ways.
Casting shadows in reptiles heads.
Seen combed through glass, yellow.
Today she said “The clouds don’t smile”.

And tomorrow we saw today.
Standing on Arizona canyons.
Green rivers flow in horseshoes.
We always say ‘love’ backwards.

I can see town from here.
The horizon cuts deep.
You hug me back.
We lie down and make believe.

Owls twisting between trees.
Under my teeth and up my sleeve.
The Earth glues to my sleeping tears.
Once forever, always ever you’re near.

Whenever the campfire throws squares.
The sky slithers like the night-time does.
Wisping through our tent towards me.
I’ve been all alone with us in my dreams.

I can see town from here.
The horizon cuts deep.
You hug me back.
We lie down and make believe.
Make believe.
Make believe.

Some days I say.
"Lets wake up again"
Take walks in each others arms today.
Hold hands together.
Under blankets.
On a sniffle-nosed December.
Forget the world.
Sleep in the snow.
Burrow in scattered leaves.
Slate blue flares pink.
Squeeze ourselves into the sky.
Whitest wonder where to think.
1992 to 1993.
I was a younger me.
Too small to see.
It was too cold to dream.
Hot coco at home.
Bunk-beds and snowflake views.
A boy all alone.

Arctic colours in my hair.
Supposed rings of fruition.
Halve what we have.
In half, falling together.
Nice turned fake. Lifeless Face
Lakes belate a frozen chalice.
Turned green with envy.
Savage crushed, powdered lattice.
Exit to entrance, an end to my dreams.

Thunderstorms over happiness.
Sunshine behind her eyelids.
Horse and cart stained with emptiness.
Swimming through strands of hair.

We wrapped her in blankets.
Let her sleep in cotton wool.

None of my friends are coming home.
They’re too busy sleeping.
I’ve fallen awake and woke asleep.
Reality’s just another feeling.
False idols & complete cornerstones.
I’ve given everything.
Spirits and bodies call upon light.
To transcend almost anything.

Smudges on film.
Booklets to memories.
I won’t, I Will.
Turn over pages to find our reveries.
Rolls of tape.
Boxes with old books.
Photograph an old face.
And colour in lines we mistook.
For comfort.

Never change, just do it.
Complicate needs to breath deep.
See happiness as a risk.
Fill up spaces where bodies meet.
Friends can’t ever not be.
So I stand outside in wait.
No time to not be you and me.
I place my faith in day old hate.
Let’s walk forever.
But never move.

the tapered tree belongs to you

such a sweet orchid, the apple of my eye

encircle your mind and let me die

let me spit on you, the blackest of blue

The tip-less needle, dragging across my skin, blunt, like the madness of absinthe;

Relentless, jabbing at my brain, the voices echoing, telling me things of wonder;

Hallucinations of dullness, caring only of wonder, luminous, re-dead of pulse;

Walls melt, bold, engraved, proud, yet fruitless of sin, constant grin, the joy of absinthe;

Priest I have sinned, yet I enjoy it so much, that marvelous taste that somehow transforms;

Health, life, family, don’t matter anymore, I nod in joy, is addiction a bad thing?

The green liquid somehow turns to nothing, the smell, perfume-like;

Trickle down my throat, cold yet pleasant, I lay letting it reform my mind,

At the very least, I could say I don’t care about life, but I would be lying;

Absinthe is my only real friend, all those lifeless things out there, are they my friends?

Laying looking into the dull yet seemingly intricate blank wall of glass;

I look into the dead eyes of the green fairy, she lip-syncs what seems to be ‘Do it.’

Terror illuminates throughout my body, I lick my perfumed lips, wondering;

Darkness changes to white, the white changes to darkness;

My life is deep like the waters of deception in a toilet of misery and hate, spiraling downward into the septic tank of destruction;

Colours stand out, seem to glow like fireflies, my world seems to spin;

Voices seem to laugh and giggle, I join in, hoping they are laughing with me;
I am feeling the effects of the green fairy again, heavenly greatness descending upon my numb body;