Your eyes peirce
into my flesh;
soaking me in
your kisses  
you suckle me
into each of
your almond
shaped *******.

You lead me
into your
private home
surrounded by
the scent of
honey and flowers
we grow more
close together
every hour slow,
our seeds in the fields
we are about to sow.

Night approaches the peak;  
your form changes:
you become nothing more
than a dark eclipse shadow
hissing and creeping
further up my flesh:
trapping the light of the moon
drowning me in the water
the lamb to the slaughter.

That devilish halo
on top of your head.
The smile of the sunshine
kid painted in Patti Smith
spirited cloak of stars.

Always the john
to your Lennon.
Red and black
I always wore you:
you were words,
dark and coarse
pictures that color
my universe with
emerald pastels.

Hair painted out with
brown everlasting swirls
in the smooth pinch of
leather finger nails.

trip out with me to
cherry jelly kaleidoscopes.  
That outspoken diva
with light in her eyes:
tongue stuck out
in cheeky verse.

You painted dreams
with beats and breaths
you sew on patches
with hope and love.

The world would be empty
with out you.

Lets hear it for the penniless street beggars:
Tories call them unemployed working ****.
Let's hear it for every
****** up woman filtered
in tight cotton lace knickers.

The same lies over and over.
We are... in this together.

The exposure of Gordon Browne coverage
just another political propaganda
twisted by a bunch of crooks
in corporate suits.

The Youth learning to defend
fighting for the futile future.  
Students are the enemy
Cameron hero of the hour.

The same lies over and over...
we are really ******* up in this together.

Why do I feel lost?
the spirits
pass through
my dark
skull shape
heart.

I don’t feel
I can’t write
my heart
feels cold
my fingers hold
the rusty
pen of steel.  

I don’t know
the question?
I take a pill
Life’s only cure:
that inner remedy
What’s wrong
What is right?
I lose the lesson.


Losing more of myself
drowning in the
murky water:

Just can’t win...
life’s a fight:
a game of chance
to the bitter end.

Every word  
down to that sweet
taste of your lips
which you insert around
the tips of my tongue

the crooked smile  
revenge is sweet:
you run that extra mile.  

 
You make your move
this is the way you behave:
everything is a show.


You let me leave
you slither behind
I spit
you wait
yearning  for that feed.

Serpent
tangles its coiled
tail choking my neck
hissing and spitting
blood from
glacier
fangs.

Cutting my skin
into shreads of
icy shards:

I can taste that
steaming sour breath
that heats up the air
breathing out death


the words that remain
of a traitor, a liar

You breath in
the dark shadows
blood seeps from
your fangs :
lust slithers
into dead
wounds.
The white
of your eyes
is the disguise
the moon
that sparkles
and soothes:
Staring in
the murky
water you
see the monster
you become.
The leeches
that ****
and slither
feasting
upon each
human
creature.