Ravens inbound: I watch with horror as they pick your bones clean. I suck on the leftover marrow, ignorant and in bliss. Somewhere deep inside, or far beyond the reality before me, the pickings are ripe for the taking, for a feast of plenty; dreamers unbound knocking on doors unanswered.



Ravens inbound: you watch in horror as they pick your bones clean, then me sucking you dry makes it all converge, the feast of one no longer a fantasy, no longer a note in a paper left by the predecessors. Somewhere deep inside, the picking is ripe for the taking, for a feast of one — knocking.



Ravens inbound: we smelt as we merge under the sky of dreams, under the stars and their protection we linger, we wrap the paper in circles of infinity, begging for their ultimate forgiveness. Somewhere deep inside the answers lie, foreshadowing the world before us. Unforgiven I revert to tossing off, and contemplation.

You watch me undress.
Our fingers covered in sick
& the stench lingers as we
embrace;
as our
touch disregard our
fattened shapes;
we
embrace &
let the world fade.



You watch me undress; your mirror
like a bra too small, like
a growl too loud, like an orgasm
faked: scattered
throughout infinity.
Our fingers touch, soiled and
wanting, stained and



longing.

These are the darkest days
Shivers of yesteryears
Unfathomed curls of red dreams
Shades of eyes peering

These are the darkest days
Laughter from a clown’s face
Spigots plugged up your …
Shades of remorse flapping

These are the darkest days
We jig and I say no thing
We hug and a Jay waves
Shared blessings bouncing

These are the darkest days
Black on grey in humble rain
Foulest smell of droppings
Beneath eyes of dusk — wanting