aries, feather and clout

beyond belief but still believing.

time drifts now with a remorsless current.

a growing weight of inevitability.

pushing moments into a picture frame.

capturing so much more than nostalgia.

the moths hunt the flame.

the light calls us all.

light into the dark.

but not dark yet.

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scent

driftwood time.

floral dresses and birdcall giggles.

cobweb fragile and spun.

of you.

and moments spent.

down in the dew and dusk.

fragrance captured memory.

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crowstone rising

treacle drips like crow black tar.

darkly secretive deeply secluded.

a mystery of whispers that bleeds night.

a lack of light.

a lack of white.

as thick as time and as slow as pain.

compost heavy.

tampax sodden.

silence corrupts beating ravens wings.

tick tock tick tock.

time rotates my heart.

a brood of baleful blood bats fly.

a flight of grave stone dread.

frost fingers constrict rubber throat.

breath crashes steel thread razorwire.

the dark crushes bow wing ribs.

life falls trembling into the pillowed pit.

the precocious fear of angels.

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cocaine jesus

Hi Boys and Girls!

I'm Cocaine Jesus.

Homo Sapien.
Homo Erectus.
Homo Superior.

Heterosexual but I love canines.

And felines.

My sexuality is my own business but I keep a clean house.

I am well disorganised.

I speak fluent gibberish on several continents.

I preach what I practise but without candor.

Do not believe everything that you hear.

I am streamlining my personal evolution.

No potions are available.

All options are viable.

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invisible

i am just a number on your payroll
just a digit on your screen
i am invisible
transparent as the glass that bears your name
silent as the hordes outside your factory gate
you can picture me in tweed and scarlet
you can picture me dressed as you want
as you inform me
as you conform me
i am invisible

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a belly full of bee's

It fills the lonely spaces with the hushed sound of a leaf falling.
A silence that is as white as porcelain.

China chalk.

I can only catch my breath in that void and hope.
For faith fails when something that big happens.
A belly full of bees swarming with a hunger that scares.

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drift

the floor raises a rorschach that fits the mood.

a blood red demon cast in scratchy grain.

faces rise and flit above the coded skirting.

dark shadows dance the light into corners.


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