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Innocent you sit before me and punch her face with a balloon, empty like promises. My body swells with salt water retention, and I bloat across the couch. I hear plans for days still hazy ahead and my tongue rattles a thousand warnings, But closed lips keep them safely jailed. With every thwack a giggle, and I think only of a mother's counsel; It will only end in tears. My insides ache to leap and tie you down before the wind picks up, Before she strips her mask and sinks into your veins and sucks them dry, Before her black hair is lifted by ill-made foreign static, And your spirit seeps through the soles of your feet and disappears

In heavens ghostly halls, and the fiery warmth of hell Not a face is there familiar to my eyes. Yet haunt Oh haunt And soothe the kithless to rest. A friendly burn, rippling slow along wet and withered cheeks, Nose to nose with nothing, Suffocating on open air. Walls and doors dissolved so long ago Their impression left in dust. And solitude, a comfort cloak Its hot embrace does scorch the skin And haunt Oh haunt the day, The night and betwixt. Between the soul and flesh, the artificial noises Plink and plonk from lips as if (Almost as if) they exist. A song of pence sung six, With each recitation truer for the hearing. B

You're the catalyst Psychoanalyst Stick in the mud that tethers my fly away soul to the earth. Without you Floating is a dream Away it would seem with the pixies and their fairy dust in my nostrils. Toes to the ground Nose to the grind Eyes to the skies with fingers in pies licking the sweet sticky honey drippy goo. Catalyst is you.

Shutting out the light of day Won’t take away the words you say Or stop them falling on my ears like lead pellets on the snow. Turning off the light tonight Won’t make your touches, feather light Leave the memory of my pores and burning fingertips. Scarlet eyes and tear-stained hopes Won’t make the ring from her finger float And delicately slide upon my outstretched, trembling hand. But turn and leave, close the door. I’ll lay my bones upon the floor My life I’ll lead in ebony halls No ochre rays to pierce the walls No pulsing embers glowing red No happiness to drown the dread Turn out the light, ere yo

And drifting down the echoed seas In languid lands of mysteries A spacious bloom upon the dawn Is scattered fair across the lawn With long and rendered tender strokes A mass of heavy lifting blokes Dream of white and placid shores Of lurid nights with perfumed whores And drank the misery below And song and dancing to and fro With beastly curses, fair and bright Scream loudly blasts into the night A hand that holds and touches rare And shoulders cold and slightly bare To the end of day’s night they go With song and dancing to and fro.

Sometimes, when the air is warm, And fermentation drowns the dawn, Whispers float from rooms above, Sing echos of your sleepy love.

You collapsed at my feet And tumbling from your fingers came a sponge, dried up and begging. Dirt clung to it’s fibers A gash from side to side And a boot mark, bold and black. I picked it up and brushed it off, Heavy in my small hands. I took it to the sun And watched it cower in the warmth. I injected it with water, Nutrients and love. When the sponge was plump and juicy, The colour of cherry jam And smelling sweet like honeycomb, I placed it in your hands. You whispered ‘If time were rhyme And distance, wine Then fill my page And drain my cup.’ It was cold up where you held me, But from my vantage poin

Sitting all alone here I want someone to walk past so I can ask them "Is it cold enough for ya?" and wink. People ask that in the summer..."Is it hot enough for ya? (wink)"...but not in the winter. Isn't that odd? I've never really understood that question, and I've never heard anyone say "No actually. I'd welcome a bit more warmth." No one in their right mind wants more warmth in the summer, or more cold in the winter for that matter. So why ask? If someone did walk past I would offer them a hot chocolate, or perhaps a sage tea if they preferred. We would sit and chat about things that interest us. Do you like that new song by such-and-