Violence

Fuckoffalarms
and their BELLS
No longer BELLS

IT STOPPED!!!!!!!!!!!

Crescendo

The Child’s 1st soprano
Gaping guttural
Audible angst

Piercing Mahler’s movements
Shattering symphonies
Miserable man

Marrow grinding
Unsettling the instinct
Dissonance prisoner

Outside it’s dark
A moon is waxing or waning
As another dead composer

Competes in crescendo
For listener,
Thanks

I

Werewolf ghost
Newborn heroes

Child marauding
Vampires

I Hope You Die

Please walk out

Into the road

In front of a tram

 

Stop a little

Tweet some spam

BAM

the Idiot

I will never take you as
the Idiot

I will always take you
like one

Hard
Unconditional
With caveman disregard
Stupidly removed
from everything but
You, Us,
Here, now.

For you I’ll be the idiot
Always

Birthday boys

I spent mine
Angry, lost,
Abandoned
Searching shrubberies
for cover and soft beds
to nest

Stepping in dog or fox
Faeces
Scraping soft sogg
from Brazil gutters
Using the opposite end of a
Tea spoon bowl tip
In a lousy New Cross loo
Under lukewarm push water
Inhaling fumes light-brown
In colour and taste

Then
Abandoning nature
Climbing into a building site
Climbing up to the 3rd or 4th floor
Taking cover in a building with no walls
Clinging to some cold concrete
attempting to sleep an ugly October night away

Don’t spend Yours
Alone, ashamed
or Guilty
Entertaining entropy
and dark matter

Regardless of
How you came here
Why you came here
You came here
Became here
a source of Light
Bright
in this
Dirty
Dusty
Deptford Darkness

Happy birthday
Birthday boy

– For RM –

How utterly Insulting
to be a Writer
only to Win
an Award for your
fucking COVER
#EndOfMrY

Envelope

I wrote your name
On a piece of paper,

Envelope.

and watched
as I discretely
changed the ‘e’ into a new shape.

White Trash

We fucked in a
Dumpster

Top that.

Osmosis

Funny how dreams
Can keep you awake
Tormented
Tortured
Crying
Falling perpetually

How funny falling awake is
Only to unlash wet eyes to
A yet more sombre realisation
That membranes cut open and
Spilled into one another

No solace, in my reveries
No solace, in my dreams
No solace, in monotony
No solace, in monotony

How funny it feels, waking
Into the same nightmare
I collapsed from
Only to re-live it
Metaphorically
Yet feel it, painfully
Experience it physically
Visible in the mirror

This is punishment
This is full circle
This is sadness
This

Descending into day
A being, scared of the light
Running from the lack of it
Tears in the coffee

Now that sleep equals consciousness
And escape that of capture
Now that scales have stopped moving
And Equilibrium is upon me

How funny a Libra,
in perfect harmony
Perpetual osmosis