Skin

Your beauty is only skin deep
One lash will fall
Impede the eye of mystery
It’s waisted.
On the size of your
Corrected curves
The vessels
Soon ooze
With treacle, black
The sweetness
Burns an acid sour
Retracing those steps
To get back to where
Laughter lives
In the young cubs.
You swallow them whole
With a veinous wrath
Your smoke leaks
The horrors of blackness
Skin bare, cold hands
Vanity rips through another
Pair of lungs.
I lack the heart
To tell you how to behave
But it once pounded
In a cage of your making
The monster, afraid
Not becoming what becomes
Of each living thing
Organ stitches sew
New paths to bleed
Young love, not
Always what it seems
Skin touching skin

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Skin

Wolf

I sell love on spiked ends
Impaling birds and homeless men
Remove an eye, aphrodisiac users tend
To be less concerned about where it’s been

Romantic hearts flutter in the wind
With valves no longer functioning
Dried and cured, now barbecuing
One small piece might give you wings

The arrow an anachronistic sling
Let them suck it up in ritual flings
The howling wolf climbs up to sing
About how fucked they were on ketamine

A day that reeks of copper coins
Stuffed into some poor girls loins
Invest in fools with peroxide grins
The scar never heals, no-one ever wins

Wolf

Gust

My eyes are flawed
Cataract conjunctive, I test
The sense against itself
When light murmurs
I see colour, I feel colour
In her, I admire the smallest
Scrunch of a face
Turning up a nose wasn’t
Meant to be seductive
Yet, my faulty wires
Send long ranging probes
To tap the heart
Into an attentive beat.
My body tenses
Eyes zoom, camera lens
Narrowing my focus
As if I could trap such a creature
At the frames edge
I still stare at the patterns
In analogue TV sets
The outlines mapped
In bright, white light
Not, like an angel
Wings fully spread, or a ghost
As intermittent talk-show host
But the blood pumping gusto
Of dysfunctional lust

Gust

Mote

I have a thing for vulnerable women
I emotionally connect
Through a saviour complex
Corrosive to the touch
With a sickly sweet taste
It burns its way through their system
My voice wraps around their waist
In soothing sentences
I reach forward to embrace
To feed on the neurosis
To repeat the cycle
More powerful with each breath
Damsons don’t grow
If kept under duress
I can’t help someone help themselves
If I abuse them like anyone else
Just subtler ways, of wording
Delicate, polite home invasion
Never quite asking forthrightly
If I’m overstepping
Boundaries, not clear
I’m searching for that loving
Taste of fruitful distress
For someone to need me
To be rock solid, level-headed
Heavy leaded
Laden with motive
Malevolence embedded

Mote

Fish

It seems on my side
Of the clicker
There’s a distortion
In the truth
Minor adjustments
For absent
Minded screensavers
Folders, of youth
It’s there to find
Scanned, ready
For the printing press
To run on
Sunday’s holy suckling
I wanted a bite
An ordinary slice
Of evenly distributed
Baked, moist, pie.
Her heart’s not in it
Though, I’m plugging
Away with mild milk
Still laced
With last night’s joke
It doesn’t echo
Falls dead
Flattened by an attempt
To concoct a phrase
That’ll unlock
That level up
To reach ninety-nine percent
It works, under pressure
Almost every single time
With a trawlers net to keep
The fish from the brine

Fish

Sharp

Love is impossible
A weakness I won’t allow
Myself to indulge
An idea, so swollen
Its glands are the buoys
On which we stand.
Islands, of summer
Stories of winter’s retreat
The courting flowers
Pass from hand to hand
Feeling another life
Intimately breathing in sync
For what?
To undo the damage
I cause when I look
Without love or grace
Encased in my own rapture,
My heart was never given
In this financial agreement.
Love, she sought
To ease the flame
Burning brighter on youthful
Cheeks, sun-kissed
White hot peeling flakes
Drift off to feed
Skin, touching skin,
But I can’t let this vulnerable
Chip on my shoulder
Define what I am
Valves and shocks
Electric sizzle
Microwaveable parts
Print out the solution.
To woes not yet wooed
Deep under wired roots
Stones, as yet unturned
Crumble under sharp shoes

Sharp

Band

How come you all feel so much love?
When I can only feel indifference
I leak from one small hose pipe
Washing the ground in its aroma
Marking my stall to halt the progress
On any advancing warmth
It’s a small crime
Forgiven in empathetic nests
Advancing the linking of wires
Between bird brains and dope for the head
Suck it in with support.
Be overwhelmed by the flaw
Smothered in love by a dead man
Who fulfilled the parental sub-clause
He caressed, he cajoled, he exhumed
The judgement, the invisible hand
I escaped, I became, I dissolved
The pernicious family band

Band