I am always watching,
Always listening to the silence,
To the unspoken words of your
Inner being.
Aligning to your specific fragrance of
Death,
To your bouquet of
Being you among the trivia of
Life.
I am always watching
You, and loving it…
We never buried the hatchet, kept the flames licking our broken bodies until, one day, we made a vertical video. It went viral as far as viral infections go, topped the charts of broken hearts, broke our recorded promises in half, kept us melting; apart. We never buried the hatchet, but now, at least, we are stars.
The passing of genes down the line,
Down through time unwanted,
I never could say no.The father of the mother enjoyed
The bitter drink,
Far too often &
Far too long.The father of the mother had a
Father of a mother who enjoyed
Their madness raging,
Far too long ago &
Far too close to comfort.The passing of genes down the line,
Down through time unwanted,
I rage over ever being conceived,
Of ever beingWanted
As I let the cat out of the bag
I realise the bag is
Unremarkably transparent,
The last of the nine paths to freedom
Already trodden,
The torn thread unfurled
With a sullenMeow
So and therefore
So and thus
I reveal the shadows behind the usI have so far lived
I have so far loved
I have though failed to go beyond
The rules of love - unobtainedThe therefores and the thus’
I am here, as thus
As this
In tattersWalk with me
Down my lanes
Though dark they seem
Light will shineLight will be our guide cordially
Ashone upon yer face:…
Aargh!, the witch, the witch
A wee shy lassie sits
Abeigh as tho’ in hiding
Dinky dimpled & brown dribbled
Bonny enough for mah eye, aye!I awaken and I see
My errors
Scott I is not
Though forever grateful --For your trust
I get worried
Worried when people, some people
Yes that could be you!
Apparently begin to digest
My words
My words as written in solitude
In the silence of a single soul
In the silence of one, waiting
I get worried when people
Begin to engage,
When they take me for a ride
Unfunny,
When my words fall flatUnwittingly
Sometimes, the desire for normality
Far outreaches the opportunity and
Ability to obtain.Sometimes, the dreams are not
Enough.Sometimes, I call you
In vain.
I cover my lips with your
Cork-fruit flavour,
The lingering of death
Between our pale palpitations,
We stand and we fall as
The wee beings we are,
Becoming less with each
Breath we draw,
With each hope discarded,
With every undressing,
With every scabrous shave of
Lingering you die and
We move on in unison,
Faces covered andShivering
In my mind’s eye I see
Fifty shades of gray,
I hope for a rise down below but
All I feel is pain,
Walking along the shaded streets of
Bewilderment I find myself
Wondering,
Is there any truth out there
Between the layers of anchovies &
The fish I smell,
Stenches from the rotten corpsesI inhabit
