Anthing else

Tell tale solace, grave incidental managings

trouble consolvent ambiance – too much interest

solid-state graphic dire-nothings

Understated deaths crawling on dismembered artifice

Surely it’s ok to…

negate the darkness – sold on turnpike intrusions,

illusionary memorandums steal our resolution like

Moth-seraphs driven to vexed rage by the lies of a thousand

Incidental men

Should have known what it’s for, understanding carpal vision,

wistful rain relentless peeking droplets -

ceaseless fucking humming grinding out the insides

like a potter on his mill grinds ivory to dust.

This and other oblivions chose you this time round,

share your no this time round,

seem big front carapace comes crackling down

stiff front ended gin-sipping dandies –

hang em by their neckerchiefs

Divinal devotion – don’t think you’ll do it –

Grab the twisted and wrench

Because waiting out the nights raging in-eloquence will

be the very ending you desire from all your craving stories,

whilst out in the hill and trees the familial ties you bind

scrape one another to a new canvas meandering.

Push my eyes out with tomorrow’s remembering,

the filth of arbitrary decadence removes itself again-

amazing in the sparkling morning revisionism we never

slept held drug plagued licked each others darker places…

Thought to let you feel all though I fall you’ll be my side

this grave-yard gaming – flash-bang naughtiness and sultry

night time forget-me-not ground into a juice we can paint

ourselves out of this corner and be once again

You and tiny minds

Me and every day

Near your gift red-treasure curses grab my time

fling my fortune to the wind, go fret on sunken eras

when all the care you have is ashed in a box in some rainy time you

might never want to visit if the waxen seal is broken don’t venture out

for fear of the rain’s dark fluency

Who you’ve done is no concern of mine –

our parents are destined not to know us as your writing made out,

so I’ll keep a gift from them so they have less painful answers to wrap their arms round at night and press a button to down more forgetful concoctions.

Keep my armistice to myself lest my peace seep into yours

and I be dragged into this bliss you call your anniversarial connivance –

Did you emerge from some dark filmic shadow deep with noir and deco niceties gasping at the purpleplague you spread from someone else?

Did you cry when you knew? How did they announce that inevitable breathing cessation - it will not be – too much more nothing sadness’ arching grief.

Steal me for just a second to know your absence – make me not the power of aware

dread-filled consciousness,

A sleep less troubled by your leaving,

A world less gaping in your heaving destruction

A world less hollowed by your deficiency

A world less me than anything else