float the clouds clamping down tightly around the raging sea an energy so realistic as the layers swing like sequins winking beneath the fire of a once grand chandelier take an axe to the belly of your boat and I hope you can’t swim I hope you don’t float let’s rendezvous come the length of noon at whichever horizon we happen to reach first and then play who can stay weightless the longest as we pass the burden born from the deepness of nowhere in a cyclical motion the only warm place left lies at the bottom of an escalator does it seem we’ve forgotten how to offer ourselves? Descending further and further into nicotine tanned chests rush for a heaven hanged by the emergency red cable swaying in the breeze through the poorly insulated woodchip walling teen helpline call centre switchboards flicker violently ruby red like christmases gone wrong ever further one can hardly see above the parcels, puss and puppy fat we rap our moisturised murderous mitts around thirstily poor perfect me long lost in a flaky portrait the disturbing depths of an oil drenched surface thick and ridiculing anything that scrapes across the foreground varnish the vantage point a rosy wash whatever the cost it’s worth sitting behind buildings speckled beige and rain eroded this wireless intrudes yet again obnoxious, self suppressive screaming stubbled jaw line mind the step and head butt the low beam bridging the pillars of the palace the moat flows slowly around the mound of melting plastic romances, vital figures and head shots mythical magnets enticing moulded plates of tin dented in a peculiarly pretty pattern huddled and holding hands around a dusty dry keg we stayed there squabbling and still awaiting orders from a pill infested and unhealthily over weight absent apparent maker an eyebrow raising situation of love if ever one came rolling our way clean swiping heads from thin and tired shoulders protruding through last-seasons essentials this is the coldest I’ve been since rising up and climbing off the empty side of the lushes leaves we lied entwined upon kind of like blind lovers might do in an old bronzed novel the unnerving silence clings like bile to the inclining sides of the city gates take an axe to the belly of your boat and I hope you can’t swim I hope you don’t float

dusty door knobs i recall there were fallen apples everywhere and an old wooden chair left to rest against the cold stone wall the buildings so tall they seem to lean against the dusk reclining back into the vastness surrounding us was that a question we heard or just a heavy silence? and all the while the neighbouring city burned the flames reflected in a hospital window no volunteer stepped forward air conditioned rooms with dusty door knobs

catch the mirage wide empty sky… a notion shared over dinner more per head than most get in a week the ripples sluggishly reach the shore and poured back growing extensively in both volume and stature the sun on my neck and my face in the shade pussy and peeling the pavilion picked apart by the poorpers treachery in the tower annual fares and fates real unimportant like landmarks disappearing hang me by my feet from a cheap key ring and keep raining the razors an industry niche turns influential global contributor the gilder of custom built guillotines the hooded executioner ostracised by the villagers weeps for the widowers who sweep his floor bath his feet and plant poison and pigeons in their wigs the giggles grow ghastly truly totally twisted a deep set sickness grips the face of your loved ones a gift as bright as their future and an opinion that swings and really matters god is a feminist how do I get help? spare less then ten minutes to complete the survey we’ve made a beer belly day job and dreams of an additional home in the cotswolds cold as and ex-wife’s embrace and as tasteless as the tongue of an imaginary lover rubber stamp with an unfamiliar aggression those handed down stolen and found mounds of emotion on your crude and pallid brow how delightful being bitten by strangers you are normal formal functions police truncheons at peaceful protests empty hearted decimated level headed darkly happy dead inside diligent quirky thousands of thumb nails flirt for your attention as if the cursor could be controlled by will alone leaking vessels afloat on oceans of desire while the end descends like and embalmers sheet a televised downward spiral will always draw the masses plump in the genitals and tooled up to the teeth an unexpected item in the baggage area prompts a breakdown of disproportionate scale in the self service check out brutal bouts to the death over club cards martyrs to material moments the men of tomorrow they are nowhere to be found the gilder of custom guillotines the baroness will be presenting her stuffed and reawaken road kill arranged into fantasy scenarios where insect fairy tormentors seek revenge for all their brethren once smothered in killing jars and pinned in display case trophies after the croquet has been concluded instant credibility and personal prestige is but a dream engagement away ancient limestone filtering natural spring water we can’t get near to before the bottle top is screwed tight priced up and sold for promises along with your prettiest daughter an awesome spectacle for all involved in the orgy giddy with anticipation the pay phone pendulates off the hook fizzing