The library contagious
when
You’re worried about
worms and parrots
ah me!
Thoughtlessly remembering
It’s not you
who
barracked
antique
grind stones
its meaL – understandING the miller’s code?
and hand
band gestures
-
spin-less
like a spider
-
ON
METHADON
-
or
arcane
jives
-
out
of sync handouts
-
of
brine steeped fractions
he brings clotted thimbles
to down the
mood
(between the books on the shelf).
Shifts Venetian bookmarks from ultra-space
How did you get in entrant?
the welcome covers
open
and
affordable books arrested
For did we
not get
what we came for Bernard?
Big breaths
Well deep
and un-impeached
in
connections numbered?
Off course
I do,
will well dog ears
are unprecedented
On
Bodmin’s blistered frown -
I cant begin
to lace
an answer even.
What is between
the pages,
the places,
you and the
books?
years at a goal mouth retribution
SHUN!
the relation’s ship was sealed on key of quays
and Cain unmoved
on cantilevered nieces.
The fire burned in grate lake gondola gurney,
but low in the Plimsoll
barren
as a pluckéd
Plovered phrase.
with me
attached to the fructose Eden.
And that’s
one blatant secret
- Yours appended to the vine?
The other thing
like carrot string
Too long
to have you singing.
“D’you want the job?
The paraphrase of slathered spines?”
Precious among volumes
Determined
by catastrophic
puzzlement.
Don’t be afraid the sleek shall noxious overwhelm
As is your wont
now forced to seek
sequential courtesans
And
question drifting lithesome tempest braille
-
under perfected Perspex
circumstance.
What do you wish fish to know?
why did you agree to spawn?
you didn’t cause a lucid choice?
No time?
Not Yet.
Uncertain
of tomorrow’s wrath
[a boat of paper silhouettes
shadows the letter of law
followed
to the reddened T
with sworn and swearing witnesses.]
She has no say
who barracks mine
She’s ample smart through times benign
And reason sees
To say you have
and have yet not enough!
He is forlorn
a skillful slough
Reverberates
Librarian flashbacks
Shhh!
The
liberty of safety…
You can have my name
…my clan,
and, to this end
Full access to these shelves and tomes.
But
be
prepared for wilderness
Parameters
and fortitude
Be
wary
of those pan-technicons
And other words
that existence shuns
Do
not go forth
to phalaropes
To burning Bree,
to fondled frumps
Avoid all hapless dogs of weir
All contretemps
and foraged steel
Alert your jaded verify and
Keep the lion cubs at heel.
I find it hard
to staunch belief
In freedom’s choice
FOR HAPLESS DOGS
Whilst
we steadfast still shall hold upon
FASTened
chains
and
metal table tops
See
there!
The world seeps through its
foaming cracks.
They deserve
to cast the die
[how do you know
how did you know?]
When coming home
Sweet
Dorothy?
(Wilderness awash
With white
and sordid smears
Of unspecific answers, begotten grime)
From brittle bruising
and torn covers
Blown asunder
when
Communication was lost
in honest fog.
Did you ever wonder
Prince of Dreams
What’s going on?
What is going on?
Who might be missing him?
Where’s The
Solution –
The Living part?
Who got that
starry spigot jam,
Yelled pages spilling
obscene cause
When falling through
a cracked vain blaze
Eternity -
without a pause.
And we will wait
We’ll wait
whilst fingers claw
the abyss
parasite of gore
a map clenched free of evermore
away pert life!
Defend the shore!
Reach for my hand
Reseal the door
Freefalling to
the stricken sore…
No runway dust,
just buttered lust
- These - books - can - fly
- Librarian
We’re
good with books like barren keys
We’re very good
at
tortured styles
everyone knows
those scribbled
words about
The whereabouts
his masterpiece
Which you insist exists?
And yet
Do you & I
remain
on dog-eared leaves?
Or flee its flea-bit Sentinels -
flee
from
Word fuelled and tantamount to pride
Yet lacking the foremost dormant yaws
where we were crossed
and burly flawed.
For Cleopatra’s needle pierced
The stratosphere
of yester dawn
Mothers care
for grief unborn
You think you’ll need
to
survey this?
Have you seen my Madness?
noted its competitive
streak and
Compared it to
my words once
read
Until the last
grind
slowed
perceptually…
I didn’t mean the meanness to intrude
In time and time and time again.
Such doily fray,
such verity to toll.
Remember.
Something.
You are Me –
we,
dark and desolate worlds
Made to scream
bold twitters
whilst
Fleeting guests combust
a caravan of
ready words
tortured
souls on broken glass
accelerated control
escorted extorted
dictionaries
in plastic sheets wrapped tight
And written so
the story
that makes sense
is chloroform and placebo
all in one.
The death toll
over Fylee’s moor
Has broken chaos records
- for
She’s easy spread
like Yeti’s spoor
And yet not here
for evermore
The blackness grinds
the pearl floor
And Information Blackout swore
Revenge.
I didn’t mean to so intrude,
I’m tired of today
which Already
has black steps
Incapable
of reaching any ocean
Held together by the sickness of -
Disallowed tomorrows.
They leave me there,
Scattered
on the back steps of my life
Shattered by the hopes
of no-one’s
Optimism which turns away (and)
Weeps tears of joy (or)
The tears of drooling misperception…
The deciding vote is yours.
To raise the bitter cup
There shall all sorcerers deep sup
Scree dashed
and paranoid in flames
The doctor silhouette
now claims
Kinetic golf shoe tallow frames
Not lost -
the garden monster tames
Paralysis
it’s dusty names, perchance
To Fail.
Look, we are done now.
We are inside now
or still without and riddled
By the question fenced
of griddles stretched to elegance?
Gowned figures adamant soft brushed
Take deeply breathing baby smiles
And proffer common cordite sense.26
Epitome.
The final leaf now bound
by
Slopes of boorish skin
It’s all downhill from here
Devoid of
terminus constraints
And infinite eternity expands
Unravels in her eyes
Now struck by star’s
Epiphany.
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