Morning is reborn in broken sentences

Like the sound of skin

In a summers trickle of dispute

Covers all in a swaddling shroud

A falcon leaves flies away

With shreak tells all

There is nothing here

But this abandoned boy

In a cafe sitting quite
wondering how tired
the waitress's smile is
as she shifts a slinky pivot
around tables
a routine on autopilot.
There's a tattoo shreak of violet
on her wrist.
Last night purged brightly from regretful mists:
Sprawl of limb
hinge and ******
flesh contorts
then erupts.
I read her script
she knew my score
rebound *** nothing more...
I think.
am sure.
...aint I?

Falling Deep
they grab at me
hearing hisses and howls
grumbles and growls
they yank at my soul
and start taking control.

I lose all senses at steady paces
as i gaze upon hideous faces.
They tell me ive done wrong
after i got hurt for so long.
Hissing that the start
was when i fell apart.

Being lied to, they take me in
grinning at my sins.
Showing me in flashbacks
how i took hold of a silver axe
Catching you within
while you were under him.

I take my weapon and begin to swing
as you shreak with a shrilling scream
first i hear the "zing!"
then anticipate the sting.

What i wanted all along
was just to sing my own death song
praying, yearning for death to come
after finding you, i down the ***.

I beg and plead
and finally!
they drag me from my wrong
and take me where i belong.

elle n'est pas one hell
of an elle in does
brightly chafe with
dower stocking removal
hastily into thigh as thigh
does improbably hairless
Glide into petite grande
pink pretty pinched heaping
of dryless ****** helping
of **** help needing

A quick drizzle of angles that
unsuddenly with immortal pairing
bare the rude stem of Spring–

which cannot unbarley but to shreak
the tiniest whisper of "please into my
house enter the deepest blooming
of red red red steam   "

being i just could only
that at
the naked perfume
of her
seeping incessantly laughter
but to boom as wide and cloyingly
drunk with open health

as God had said
making the world
by one word: she

said not one word
(making my world)
but two,

               "**** me"

In a vast sea of sadness my heart rejoices
Thinking about someone in this plain existence
King of the sea ruler of tides
Yet my heart aches and hides
In vast ways I can shreak my heart out
Let it be known what all is this about
Waves of plenty Tides of pity
Only in this heart I cry out to thee

Thine heart sinks and swim across this sea
Not thinking of despair only to reach thee.
What is this love? Why do I feel it so
That in my mind thinking as if no tomorrow
Still a silouette I carve thine image
In this never ending pavement I carve, I damage.
Even as the ruler of sea I cry out in the air
Someone as powerful as I feeling this despair

I'd rather sell omnipotence for something else
I'd rather step down to feel the caress
I'd rather lose all to be by thy side
I'd rather perish now, for you this I can abide.

Trending like a
dog walker, the disheveled
moon, comes out
from the cocoon, to welcome
the new year.

This was a flash point
of pure sulphur,
to steal the kisses in rose valley
of violence.

And you stand at crossbones
to ****, or get killed.

The leader climbs down
to sin, to predate
the celebration of womb's disaster.

Earth trembles
in anticipation. A merciless
shreak comes out from the
man-of-war.