night's collide

Monday's Bones `

How is it that you are still lying beside me every night?
Waking to no one, i feel the impression on the bed
still evident in the darkness,
where your being surely just was.
The window is up and I am conscious of the cold
and the living that have begun to circulate in the days veins.
Still, i coexist with unease.
If it is true, like they say,
that only in my mind
does your figure still lay each night
then I must have felt your ghost again,
as I do remember once or twice
persuading the shadow of you to stay
our hands clasped briefly over and over before waking

It cannot be, that soft rib and distant heartbeat
were my own.




` Heat '

Before I was shattered star,
and decomposing shoreline,
punctuated by cold shivers
and organs all swollen and aching for miseries
sweet kisses.

The thing I could not picture,
was the raw acidity
the lingering, inconstant vapour
thats follows me around nightly
hanging on my breath
circling, thick as fog
by morning
a corrosive provocation,
in my mind

the realisation I always knew what i didn't know.
I am the wolf in this story,
possessed by blood
and savage contentment
opening your insides
enraged calmly albeit to devour
whole  your thoughts

as if by haze
of harmless dream state
I kill and unite us over and over in dreams.
as we are shepparded to the slaughter
our thoughts alone encircling

where to find this moment in reality
is a dead end, a row of fire hoops
thats cuts a distorted path
through the night sky
walking down this road again
a beading of sweat at the base of my spine,
led by the fire
of shattered darkness,
I crave your impapable collage,

the auroma of your dignified poise,
sets stakes in the the baron earth of my heart.
plagued by the ravages of conscience,
I seeks solitude in an open space

But i crave to be taken away
the way words are currents
floating above dismay
in the morning,
pounding tides and white washed coastline.
In the day a blizzard of assimiliations
every stone, every circle
every face tidbit, all talk of nonsense
becoming you


As I travel along this road,
in a disguise of blankness,
your words continually pierce my dismal heart
at the point of proclivity
they plunge head first into cynicism,
rupturing the quiet confines of my sadness.
a deathly toll awakening
an afterlife
erasing all the misery that came before

and still i yearn