Red veil

 

Leave me alone

I am ill

go to hell

leave me 

I want to be ill

I have never seen you ill 

go away, I need to be ill to make me well

no you are not ill

it's no good, I am ill

no you are not 

  give me all your money if you are ill

silence

see you are not that ill

I saw a red veil

rubbish it was car lights

I must be ill

stop or I will hit you

I saw that red veil

stop .. am going,   go to bed

 

 

The letter

Tell on you

Dread is that moment when dread appears in a reflection
as a face of some dragon I am now
a ganglion or twisted sinew crying with pain
part of the tongues twisted, ripped out in malice
the legal term aforethought ..straining on a leash
to take out my throat with regard to you  
silence me as I falter
break my will
as I die I Will tell on you

this life will kill me

 

I am not perfect  x

 

 

vipers

 

Paler than a dead man's pallor

I sever ties with her medusa looks

the brim stone and fire now guide my starry gaze

away from tongues as vipers

lick me now she says

the joists of love no more 

hold me

my blood passes into the dark.. 

the dark awaits me..  silent

my solitude again

that deadly night

 

Robots

 

Where robots go to hide
to break a nation on its back
from a wooden house with bricks, it slides down and down
to play the hand that wipes the plate
beings from another land of late
brimming over, a slug eating greens
slobbering at some desk, with a basking face of jest
a life on the crest, the embrocation for more
a woven net of slime performing
never fallen ,
never resting as a fighter would
in never never land, alone, a childlike way
a baby seal or a bullion
forced to kneel at last to entreat him as holier
as some mother or fatherland reminds him
that they once chastised the child
and broke his will before fully grown
before he takes what he can.. as he will

 

 

The painting

 

The art of work we hang so well
it stretches the imagination
borne of thus
grave in some serious manner of delusion
pretty as a picture, it's said
'all things to all men' not to tell
a woman I am not sure of as she bleeds
with perfect mind it passes and hangs in place
cracks hidden here and there
with money to spare it stares at all that pass
the blossom from a spring tree
a view of yonder dell
an artist's view of hell or boots
the mollusc in its shell
a bra across a mantlepiece
or breasts we would like
the shiny car with warts
a club that lets out a life for the meek and mild and bitter
dreams of Androcles and a thorn of a precocious plum tree
or Mars and stars that permeate that darkness
that non-existent world we let go by
that will cherish what we have not

 

 

 

Friends

 

A memory serves as right or wrong
only in madness we fight back in words or song
on deserted shores the heads walk past us zealously
to take what we have made of nothing
a million faces down to earth, subscribers to a heavenly way
another  head dying to grow the flower for my lapel
a promise away from a corny heaven or balmy hell

a time to relent and sell my goods of worthless pride
sod's earth it looks to me up close, a bloody veil to hide

death is nearer to earth and hell is just a name

how some run to meet the garden of delights there
a bit between their teeth all bright and cocky with it

some  life ! commended into a shell of pain 
but matters not ..as all in hand or bush are far away
my feathered friends now eat at my table, .and we are well