Arsing around

My vanity is implied

in my very existence,
But yet I am not allowed
to love myself
the way you love
your own
arse.

Conversartions

lip-s fo-ld-
ing

aba-ted ea-rs

lip-s twi-tch-
ing

ela-ted i-ris

ton-
guetoton-

gue

fo-rmation
This Con-ver-sation
is over

The Fox

Here is one of my nightmares, I found it quite hard to describe but here it is.

Forest dew kisses my cheek,
I balance my eye,

but her ears alert themselves
to more than my painted skin.
Run, she's begging.
the fox!

"You've seen the Dow"

velvet purple suit to match each Iris,
smiling breathe of fire and ice,
she appears, human

He whispers feathers down her neck.

SCREAMING AND SCORCHING
and he LAUGHS
and the birds sound like fire-
each ripple dribbles
to plasticine-
she is a pig!
shedding each layer of blood and vessels
SCREAMING AND SCROCHING

and he LAUGHS
"HELP, HELP, WHY DON'T YOU HELP"

how can I help her?

Blood down my body,

I pull on the blue dress.

Porcupine

If all I see
are rolling amber clouds
licking the babes
whilst their breathe
coughs Alice tails.

Then I would be at home,

wearing death
like the rich wear their kills.

mortale forma

Writing Relief

Let the pain drip down
my irregular boned fingers
slip into her octopus beak
down through the eye
of my pens physique,
let the paper bind.

Sweet Goodmorning's

Along your body's side
I lay in peace
and when the sun did arise
I merely pretended I had helped you to sleep.

Here's a very short, short for Bluebell Books this week, and a little poem for Dverse- hope you enjoy it :)

From flowers to vines

They'll measure me Braille
tip by tip
absorb these freckles-
leave the olive eyes grey,
gazing on a stormy sky
trickling skin to sand
and let the rest curl
from my scalp to the sunset.

They'll measure my Braille
and leave the cold slab,
my visions an autobiography of
skin within.