Supplying Denial

Unbridled voices
Infect my ears
They think that no one knows
But flesh is swollen
Bare and broken
Transparent ripened souls

Vested interest in the self
But what if self is someone else
Ingested fuel
Supplying denial
Inverted intentions
Stretched pinned on smiles

Robotic actions
Fixed silently static
They still have their souls today
Till rattling replaces clay

The meaning defeats the day
To be as a free man
To some is not worth the gray



Prismed reactions
Narrowed view
Paralleled action
Setting course
Auto sarcastic
Perception skewed
It rings like satire

Hosed down heads
Becoming drastic
Picked and chosen
Versions relaxed in

In safe made hatches
In the depths of space
Rules are ejected

The human Anti
Opposites from what they carry
Perjury has left them lacking
Any sense to check the attic

The Black Dog

Along the road of contrary
Paving slabs move under me
Marks of words left
Scattered etching
From minds with little room for stretching

Acid bath
Or intravenous

Repress to impress the hive

Boil oil on the silver wear
Wishing for death’s delight

The black dog is coming
He has taken your scent tonight
Do you run for your life
Or turn to defend it?

Either is pleasing
At least for a while
But time will run out
Either way in the mire

Both are succeeding
From both points of view
I’ll be something first
Before being subdued

I fear

In conical
Rhythmic precision
Each vibration
Pierced and split in

Two, from one
The sound becomes
Stereod pain
In mono,
Responding hate

Drumming from within
I fear
The liquid sits atop the ear
The pulse entwined
With that of mine
Corrupts the view from either side

Disrupter of things ignored
Rebellion of senses
Revolting discorded scores

Underneath my calming breath
There lies another in my chest
Claws connect from stolen seconds
Serrated songs
From quivered essence

Half a heart and half a mind

Loathing and sporadic lies
The glue to which contention binds
In half a heart
And half a mind
Splintered verse and muddied rhymes
A mace of laced opiate flavour
Berated sips of guzzled data
Hard met terms
And hard pressed acres
Hear past the fog
The forest’s aching
The roots will swell
The depth has inverted sound
The echo remains at least
Shifting so disconcertingly


Echoes Made

Attention please
I’m buying time
Would you sell to me
For some of mine
My bellicose
Deranging eyes
Strip the leaves
From healthy vines

Echos made
To vibrate like
A dot in space
Breath in haste
To bitter tasting
A sucker for
What fears me daily

Conscious controlment
The paperwork skewed
The life of the filing
Has a life of its own

In burrowed offensives
The masochist’s home
In calm clear objective
The sadist responds
The firm self-reflection
Yourself that you hate
A portal of versions
That swirl between changelings in phase

Mithering particles
Dust into dust
Sweeping arrangements from god or just luck
Equate to missed fortune
Of life and of flesh
Rend head from the gas lamp
And let smoke light the way

Fatigue and Fasting

Reflection bounces
From all corners of the room
Heart rate pounding
Long after thoughts have been exhumed
Fatigue and fasting
The flesh must be as I am too
Withered yet bloated
From all the things I can’t undo

Let me explain
With a failing display
The grins thin
And pinned in place
The thoughts lead to a fresh decay

The pride is free
Yet still disappointed
The body is weak
But the rage builds a fortress
With heart and with teeth
The ascent is assaulted
The rolling back down becomes one with onset