Satisfaction quarantined
 
The penetration, the heat
The almighty crash at the crumble – The unobtained reprobate very nearly divides
From his true life
 
These blue bloodlines
They do be bathing for themselves someplace rotting and whipsmart beneath
The bothering of his intolerant bones
 
Nowhere but for between the sniffer-dog nose
And the surfaced circumference of that gargantuan glass table can feel
Like very nearly home – neatly, maniacal nerve-endings, heavenly doom impending
 
A rabbit with these headlights both flashing and sprinting lockhorned
Both before and toward him
 
The unbeknownst clothes with them fist first just failing to adhere
To the struggle and the shape
Held at the scope and the moans of his bruised and battered body
When some people push themselves argumentatively against their better bargaining nature and proceed
To see him
Fail to feel him…
 
All mixed up and undeniably pained
With carefree rigour aside delirious precision
 
And it will try and pour on regardless, nonobservant of that
Soon as some identical stranger offers his addictive persuasion a hand grenade-like saviour
The dust, the rattle, the non-stop tentative, over-eager reoccurrence
Yet once again…
 
The standalone marvellous equilibrium introduces itself to
That which stands eerily still
 
Feeding on any chosen form of sworn adultery
To the life that he loved once upon an existential crisis and carries with it
A brain of its own for some time now
 
And a complex bricks and mortar apartment starts to reek sweet havoc at
The middlemost shell of its forced adventure
 
And it begins to seem like it really is only one sort of a problematic experience
That he has come to comfortably comprehend, viciously contend with
Again
A wailing scream at the face of mistaken, misshapen evil
And all of it lies – dies – right back inside
 
The four manoeuvrable walls
The high wide-eyes, dry cotton-mouth of the empty mild-child
Who lost the euphoric touch of his teenage years
 
At the listening say piece of the babysitting Devil who proceeds
As though he were just another one of his promised imprisonments
His custodial confinements
 
Because, safe to say he is, always has been bleeding
Welcome to the three-dimensional hellish asphyxiation, wherein
Another monster struggles but hallucinatory breaths
And shades his dishevelled face from the real picture
The shredded scripture
 
About to be put in print for his failed saviours
To read
Take 2 –
‘Deep Darkness’
The penetration, the heat
The almighty crash at the crumble – The unobtained reprobate very nearly d———————————————–ivides
From his true life
 
These blue bloodlines
lines
lines
They do be bathing for themselves someplace rotting and whipsmart
b
e
n
e
a
t
h
The bothering of his intolerant bones sticked and stoned
 
The sniffer-dog nose
Nowhere but for between
And the surfaced circumference of that gargantuan table can feel
Like very nearly home – neatly, maniacal nerve-endings, heavenly doom impending…………………………………………………….
 
A rabbit with these headlights both flashing and sprinting lockhorned
Both toward him before him
 
The unbeknownst clothes with them fist first just failing to adhere
To the struggle and the hspea (shape)
Held at the scope and the moans of his bruised battered and body
When some people push themselves argumentatively against their better bargaining nature and proceed
To see him
Fail
to feelhim…
 
All mixed up and undeniably pained
With carefree rigour aside delirious precision
 
And it will try and pour on regardless, nonobservant
Soon as some identical stranger offers his addictive persuasion a hand grenade
The dust, the rattle, the non-stop tentative, over-eager reoccurrence
Yet once again…
 
The standalone marvellous equilibrium introduces itself to
That which stands eerily still
 
Feeding on any chosen source of sworn adultery
To the life that he loved once upon an existential crisis and carries with it
A brain of its own
 
And a complex bricks and mortar apartment starts to reek sweet havoc at
The middlemost shell of its forced adventure
 
And it begins to seem like it really is only one sort of a problematic experience
That he has come to comfortably comprehend, viciously contend with
Again
A scream at the face of mistaken, misshapen evil
And all of it lies – dies – right back inside
 
The four manoeuvrable walls
The high-eyes, dry cotton-mouth of the mild-child
Who lost the touch of his teenage years
 
At the listening say piece of the babysitting Devil who proceeds
As though he were just another one of his promised imprisonments
His custodial confinements
 
Because, safe to say he is, always has been bleeding
Welcome to the three-dimensional asphyxiation, wherein
Another monster struggles but hallucinatory breathes
And shades his face from the real picture
The forbidden scripture
 
About to be put in print for his failed saviours
To read
Take 3 –
‘Marble Glass Happenings’
 
Satisfaction Quarantined
 
The penetration, the heat
The almighty crash at the crumble – The unobtained reprobate very nearly d———————————————–ivides
From his true life improper
 
These blue bloodlines
lines
lines
They do be bathing for themselves someplace rotting and whipsmart
b
e
n
e
a
t
h
The bothering of his intolerant bones sticked and stoned
 
The sniffer-dog nose
Nowhere but for perfumed between
And the surfaced circumference of that gargantuan marble glass table can feel
Like very nearly home – neatly, maniacal nerve-endings, heavenly doom impending…………………………………………………….
 
A rabbit with these headlights both flashing and sprinting lockhorned
Both toward him before him
 
The unbeknownst clothes with them fist first just failing to adhere
To the struggle and the hspea (shape)
Held at the scope and the moans of his bruised battered and body
When some people push themselves argumentatively against their better bargaining nature and proceed
To see him
Fail
to feelhim…
 
All mixed up and undeniably pained
With carefree rigour aside delirious precision
 
And it will try and pour on regardless, nonobservant
Soon as some identical stranger offers his addictive persuasion a hand grenade
The dust, the rattle, the non-stop tentative, over-eager reoccurrence
Yet once again…
 
The standalone marvellous equilibrium introduces itself to
That which stands eerily still
 
Feeding on any chosen source of sworn adultery
To the life that he loved once upon an existential crisis and carries with it
A brain of its own
 
And a complex bricks and mortar apartment starts to reek sweet havoc at
The middlemost shell of its forced adventure
 
And it begins to seem like it really is only one sort of a problematic experience
That he has come to comfortably comprehend, viciously contend with
Again
A scream at the face of mistaken, misshapen evil
And all of it lies – dies – right back inside
 
The four manoeuvrable walls
The high-eyes, dry cotton-mouth of the mild-child
Who lost the commonplace touch of his teenage years
 
At the listening say piece of the babysitting Devil who proceeds
As though he were just another one of his promised imprisonments
His custodial confinements
 
Because, safe to say he is, always has been bleeding
Welcome to the three-dimensional asphyxiation, wherein
Another monster struggles but hallucinatory breathes
And shades his face from the real picture
The forbidden scripture
 
About to be put in print for his failed saviours

To read