I'll dive through
solid ice,
into freezing waters
to drag you,
up to life,
resuscitate
your sweet heart
with drops of blood,
hold you around
the waist
and squeeze
the salty sea out,
pollution swallowed...
rub your forehead
caress your ears
as you come to,
again a silvery spoon
to this bronze fork.
And golden are plains
to heavens least forbore.

Blackest wings, scale higher than mountains
in the chill of tonight's air,
scarred and bleeding from within,
determined to reach her lover's side,
A voice calls out to her voyage
but her vision gets lost
as it starts to drizzle and rain.

She collides & in such pain,
her claws trying to embed the side
of the rocks but she keeps skidding down,
& at the last moment he scoops her up
having flown down & heard her cries.
But she dies in her lover's arms,
gripping his ribs with tearful eyes....

I wish the sound of the siren,
will get you off the roof,
you're a crazy ***-*******
but I can't lose you,
The best friend who
was kind to introduce
me to the sweet anarchy
of the pranks and tactics
like when we removed
the lights in a beach side
harbor of fish and chips
and all our chaotic ****.
The flash-lights of police
we had to jump
a barbed wire fence
and the others
got caught.
I was hiding
behind a tree
and I swear
the flashlight
caught my gaze
but you and I
were the only ones.
The three girls
and 4 guys
got carted away
but only you and I...
were the survivors.
It would have killed
our parents,
you sleeping at mine
and me sleeping at yours
Its a trick for the parents.....
God, I miss you my friend,
you may have landed a bomb
but you treated me
always with respect,
despite that police station
news for the nation,
you crazy *** mother.....
You always said,
you'll be on TV,
Hey, its your legacy.....

Dew splashes
in the
winter-time
saturating
everything
soggy
branches
but our
skin
wrapped inside
our houses
immune
to what
we need
on this voyage.

A soaking
in the rain
to me
is
satisfaction
on a grand
and wish-ful
scale.

I don't wish
to be saved
unless the scales
announce
I have failed
but as a flip flop fish,
survived the hail,
of fishing lines,
dreamy is red wine...
Fishing ends
These men
have it made,
as the *****
will flow
to their minds.

soft spongy
of lovely pan-cakes
dripping with butter
and a sprinkling of syrup,
The smell of best morning
delights...


In silence, we don't engage
the wheel motions in a cage

Summer has abbreviated
a walk rewinding to a fall,
the second block on a flat
of abandoned to police

Rain pours......
regardless
of your status,
blood stains.

Pain-cakes.

The blue....
lagoon specters
and the lonely clue.
Mystery fire-works
lust in shadowy sin
by the pool side,
leaves the water bled
table side wine
impeccable glasses
fine drops of attraction.

If I was the core of the thrown
away of a sweet apple
you crunched upon,
thrown in the trash
after you enjoyed me,
I feel a gutter throat
of my comfort
of my own zone
coughing as
I sleep and
the daisies
and tulips
sweetening
cherry lips
I wish,
you just
took me
to the sheets
and cuddled
me by
your belly.
Woman,
No.....
lady.