Alcyone

o’er foul turbid beck skims
oblate azurite blowsy of breast
burnished grace not fouled by touch

yet teases tensile feculent kisses
from smoky glass hogbacks
found suddenly galvanised
by emergent spring breath

Break It All Down, Throw It All Away

deconstruct all that surrounds
the wired stone brocade
pull the sharps free
one by a little
and sometimes more
than you can bear
then wait for the mule moon
to emerge from around the
curve of the stairs

Sleep Not

espresso to the power of more
137 BPM
dilate fired pools of
smouldered blackness wider
than the vena to my cava
four chambered ode
to a candled burn
twice at the middle
and each vivified end

Clean Lines

I drew my bath to boiling brim
well, I traced it
then I coloured it in

This Song The Sirens Sing

bring your anarchy

showered as you spit broken

dead mariners teeth

relinquished in thrall

to the sturm und drang timber

rocked and wracked foreshore

blister and seethe the

bone and living stone trim of

your merciless stew

but deliver me,

swaddled in your kelpen locks,

safe to harbour home

Walking In The Valedictorian Vale

twitching violet fingers
split the sides of
a vague but violently lazy sky
cleaving a Röntgen exposure
through the backs of my eyes
the briefest flash of a way
though before my mind can claim
even pyrrhic domain I am consumed
by a tarry cloak and in a split decision
choose to choke down the last cereous breath
and spit in the eye of faith while
the skies remain full
I will sleep the longest till I
start awake to the 4-4 beat
that will sound your vanishing

All That Befell

rolling deep
does forever feels like this?
exposed as the sluiced
workings of an oily machine
shatter sliced by an unwelcome
digitalis sheen
hollering yellowed halo
crawls and mauls over briared
glassy blaze
don’t breathe
don’t breathe
just swallow whole
the harrowing
plasma of this ravenous
trial of flies
between the quivering pap
and thunder struck
drummer boy battery
bring forth
your urgent portent of sinistral fire
leave me cooked
consumed cold coal
lumpen root
clocked
stopped
wet fish iced and clean
of skin
nailed down
beyond even a mothers eyes