In my eyes a pit

In my eyes a pit is deepening lore
Where only birds that have an inkling
Of how angry I've become
Can bring together wings

In a straw mounted
Lost frigate
Simulacra of a
Voice popped and crackling
With the transit of
A neuro lie:

Hands up literal I moan not how not high now dream alive:

I listen with a partial ear
To heroes in the seated strands
Beguiling
Posture plans run contrary
To wind ripped
We're here to feed
Untidy robes
With solemn oaths
A child lost
Become a wolf
Eat faeces and war garden solid defence
From betrayal to pasture
Wrenched from memory
Renewed

What we accept
But cannot comprehend
Invigorates us
Elevates us
Unless ice intervenes
A heart that's
Felt the chill
Rejected
Lines on toast
Rejoiced
Moved to a tune of fingers crooked
Like mum said
And echoed through scented drawers
To the mouths of motionless Stanzas:

The net is filled with enigma
Our fish look back with eyes
It's no time now they joke
Ablaze with simplex sums
As Timpo Vikings twist the lids
Against the clocks you mastered
With a subtle syncoptation

Mayhem nuts clog goal balls
Spiked in tees that launch
Our futures over short head
Reels entangled trophy
Bunting

Limacine driveways entwined with
The visible part of the life the view
Not a bouquet crown
Nor a mantle case
Earth to root
To rapture
Clowns
With the sweated hands of service
Pressed to the needle
Of their throats

We dig in ...

You told brave stories of
How you sat around
And towed the line
And pointed out
That something to be proud of

Shhhh

It held you tight
When you were crying
From the centre of your heart
To the plate of broken signs
Your feet are washing now
In pools of cool motion round
A water living in the sated trunk
Of pantomime

Big shot wolf down lie
Whatever keeps you warm
Is your appointed role
In you you drown you drown

We stuck the name of love
Upon our window
Beneath an unwound sky

Why not find the thing we need
And just destroy it
Prey to sovereign chants
Inviting lords
Whose listless footsteps
Fall without weight
Upon the offal shards
Of history light
Take two!

Hopes are gathered
Ritual receipt
A cradle left to sleep
Where bows unite
A sandstreamed day
And mirrored in its glass
One built on silicone ash

Take that!
Monster!

Dictated my conviction
While we're standing at the gates
With fisting placards
But the war we want to fight
Is wasting words outside
Ecologies of interaction
Faith blows hot stones
A smoke that knows both sides
But no-one wants to ask
Whose gates we're holding closed
Or open
What they might hold in
Or shore away

A lens is focused on us
From inception to decline
As we are forced to scrutinise
Objectify our lives
For the waving hand
That is a barrier in motion
Inviting us to spin down
Such wretched retribution
From the polar stars

I'm breathing in the ocean
When I swim free
From strands and locks
That mark
Danger
Like a fallen map that wraps
In shuffling code
The safe and slow release
That's baked in sunshine
Fortune for the fallen walls
In bond ring rote articulation
Opening for the foretaste tunes
A dance that's promised lost
Has no idea
Does not believe
Would never lie
And lay quite open
Where the vultures met
For themes aspic
Concerned with ways
You must employ
To face a tiger

Do you stretch your eye
Or what is it?
A fork you have lift
And the scratched and pared
Moment
Only again in the forested
Motion
To live torn benign

Picking through dust
In the IYouMeWe set
You've no more right
To brush away love
Than you have to
Find fuel in the
Dirt

Of a morbid dream

We dig a bit deeper ...

I'm so glad I was born with the answers to all things
The fine words go crash when you're left stung and looking through options
They don't greet they're waiting
And find there stamped order
In a placement of words
That you ever run purposefully
Jump down
You're too tall
I catch what you're singing
But don't cry
You never trapped beads
And crushed their weight
On the post or the wall
In attention
But gently
For laws have in
Saints enjoyed
Nothing but good wine

Candles burn nightly
In no sense
Is the fuse
Watching out
For our vulgar
And sensuous puffs
Away home time
When we peel back the flames
Applause show time
There's a camel works the pumps
And then exhaust
In the pipe is gorgeous hair
Blamed for sunshine
Love
Better than your love
Held under your nose
When that language between you
Is faded as roads
Under tides in a
Bit cross laundry

Art feeds a violence I can understand
That needs no victim
But feels the report
That a voice beats away
So I trump out preconditions
Whilst we're counted on to
Fund a soulless world

As the fuse burns
Spin the home wheel
Run the talk and good
Luck with the balls
Or the xs
And the zeros
Or the ys

Come on down son
Bring the family
You're in charge now
Smile and shine
For the old times
Then please tell me
Was it us
Or was it them?

We still resist
And in the bread line
Remind ourselves
It's what we do
That's so effective
Though scouts
Will find us wanting
And our want
Is but a spark
To be pursued
Into the darkness
Wherein the will
Is pattern soldiered
Behind a gesture
Inside a wall

It's there
The stage that pulls life
To the bend in the heat of the warp

And as fire tears into the room
Here we are
Our faces turned up to where
The lights
Can strip cents from the grime.