The Life.

The sun cuts a vicious edge
against the day
causing a fatal wound,
red spills forth overhead
behind witness clouds,
to gather in a crimson puddle
and bring it to an end.

'Til birth!
with eager heads and
eager minds
eager eyes in eager times.

Crowd, around the drip dropping
of the roses,
glare on the glasses
shade, to hide the flair.

Move away, lesser one,
time is getting on.

From tales of the magical
be chased away
down tunnels dark in the mind,
bind together, bind!
repel all denials.

Scream the lungs dry
release the only tear.

Collect the weeping on my scalp,
I'll catch thee yet!
look down while you can
innocent stare
pulsing to a galloping mare
black as the knives
close to the spine.

Take me away.

Howl the rocky cliff
too high to see anyone's end
cold is the mask,
morph and run
catch
demolish the waking batch.

Hope that rainbow
curves my way,
technicolour DNA
around my cannibal heart
of stone.

Mould the future
with cleaver mitts
cut down lives
abyss!abyss!
be bold.

Throw wisdom into the wind
watch the fates
take him close to the bosom,
of the lost.

To be seen,
suits and 'cases
green, blue
and caucasian
beneath a white light.

DROP.

Down and crush
the quickening mush
of hair and toes
God only knows
laugh.

Shadow of the bell-tower
I yell, I tell
ring
again and again
ordering me.

Dug up grave
fresh blood
new clothes
place stones
time is old to the freshest.

Sink fangs
thread the needle
weave a king's robe
fit for me.

Raise the army
the throne, the throne!
kill the pet tiger
earn stripes,
dethrone.

Lest we be foolish
throw it away
down the Hell crack
of never again.

Thinning hair, showing
I'm going, slowly.

Place a crown
spend the untold
gold.

Sing Messiah, sing!
let us kiss thy ring,
drop to the knee
cut, open, trickle.

Rushing rain
pelting insane
Babel all over
tell the best
to lose
in my eyes only.

Yourself be not here
BE GONE
into the night
from my sight,
enter pitch
where free men laugh
and freedom does cry
under the bruising
midnight sky.

Carry clover
and a roar
they won't care.

Wring a neck
mine,
pathway to history
avoid swine,
your sighs
weaken thighs
cry wide:
suicide.

Loading...
loading my coffin into place
oh rhetorical screen
gleen and flicker
blotch my wrinkling skin
and snicker
they must know.

Plunder a blade
send those few thunder,
to the grave
silence is death
matter is dark
man is blacker.

Slowing.

Cells of cancer flowing
freely, out upon the sewer
I once spat in,
now feed in,
soon hide in.

Prime for the main course
on hungry, eager minds
sitting on A4 paper
reading between the lines.

Murmur of age and time
dolmens over
mourners follow
A marching band
of never ceasing sand,
grain by grain
turning me,
cut the wise
free death's door desires.

Listen.

Crowing, from a creature
on the sea floor
violet world
drink!
drunk on words gone wild.

Sit in a leather-bound chair
bring the scalps
for wetting,
throw me off the cliff
into my blood sky.

Die in mid-air
die on a groaning breath
die with your poem in pocket
die with meaning in that locket.

SPLASH!
the full stop
of life
sour.

Wash the body
cleanse.

Razor sun
stopping for no-one,
ready to set fire
should one look that way.

Quench, quench
the floating,
end.