Strap on Guns

target
the
soul of blood
which seeps into mind.

do it
and
again

sleep on copses

dwell in caves

dim light

welcome
heroes.

Flutter twitter and sing that old song

If
that helps
or
book a face
to
be there
when gone.

Keats you rogue
did not Fanny
love thou.

Pride
as
work
not shunted talk.

Shall fair
count
on
death day.

Well of
disaster
jump up
if that face has a heart.

Dwell on tides

Rupture
deconstructs metaphors
anger
shreds
nine multiplied by
its
square.

Conduit
realms
conquering
dichotomies.

Dawn
Era
New.

Conditioned Reasoning

A war scaling
new dimensions
some bullets
and broken dreams.

M
is for
Mom
merci
and
its
whereabouts.

Blind
person
wake
up.

Take not  toll
of
burnt pyres.

The haunting
dreams.

Of desire.

The Short Post

Buddham
Sharanam
Gaachami.

Nature zooms in

Focus
there
to a stray limb
stash that half body
in limbo.

The alive gone
who
to look after dead
some sell tides
incognito.

Waves of Tsunamimoo
transport
shocks
uneven stray
dents.

Bent vials of energy
splitting
just
apart.

Chill of the wind
and despair at rain
relentless.

Smashed skulls
broken photo frames.

Clear new nature.

May of Ides

Sleep well
in
April
the
Ides.

Changed
May is
the new
Month
dictated by
real Moon and Full Sun.

Joke
for
a cause
romans go away.

Swell The Blind

Shakes
breaks
trips
the
Mountain
shout louder and it rolls
Avalanche
temples
not
touched
show signs
of
seeping
colour.

Find
now
drafts
head on water.

Shadows
of
crack.

Rip Moon

Staying late
up the moon
see
the
quake
shake.

Riddled
bullets
cushion
smooth
hope
gone.

Self
portrait
not
image
after
ward.

Who shall
tell
the tale.

Come drive

The
tanumoo
drill
chills
and cold
storage
the
dawn if new
era.

Spill
jump
roar
lie
vent
come
come again
spin.

Still leave
not the cheat.

Closet
lover.

Like
both
gone.

Spills,frills and slopes

The Nothing

swam like dead
swills of pieces
or
a lament for them.

say
sky
did you swallow
colour
not spill
reams of disaster.

drum of agony
pipes of memory
stilled Time.

Stall
stay
Myth do not rear your head.

Not from the Island
big small
cozy.

Easy escape for those divers.

Yet we look..

The sky
swallowed a lot
Seas just a bit
back not broken
swelling tide
heaps of wing
and
lost burden.

Three will happen
in an
instance
zoom of the noose
dash of the pit of cock
drip of tear.

If Creative is not this

Not
pre-determined
dramaS
nor sequel
to
plan.

Not Challenges
dings
or false
bings
but
search.

periods
of disaster.

looming breath
of
the dinner I was to eat
Easter make
goodfromthesand.

Love
if
I
was
the
one
posted
sand and got rolled
yet
again.

Swindle

as
we
shall

spilling if
doing
what
ought to be done.

Jump
do
break the zone
of basket
by pulling an
shot of the hat.

hustle
hustler
search for, for
food.

leap
hide
hustle
hurt
not
the
thorns
dwell
on
desire
or
pull
the
trigger.

Grows the Inteleft

If not
goony
of no residue
slide major
and
go wrong string
on the minor
spill
why we fly.

Bored is Gore.
Stems of grove
stilled in droves.

The Sham
of
asked for.

Gone and took off

Non answer
question
not pertinent
love neither lost
seeking closure.

Numbing figures
count off hand
sleep waiting
for
news done.

For debris
never found.

Seemingly non true

Fragments of pieces
bottled
for match.

Gore
at its best.

Beach
for lengths
crop
of
snap.

One
articulate
other swept
under oceans untold.

Coleridge do not stir Sir

Reading
Non Neo Romantic
postures
in
lingo.

Waiting
for
the list
fragments
pieces
sense

to say
who
lost when

a whimper
and
footage
of
that
space.

Wonder
not much
this is what is
the object.

Pure oblivion.
burning Sun.

The Romantic object

As if
If as
fountains in deep blue
lost souls
not accounted for.

Crumpled mess
fluid clear pics
not of sky but ocean deep.

Forgive
this is real.

Shown details
of mine
the
curse is yours
why
did they fly.

The Kites.

With no progression
flight or wind
nor
idea to land.

As if
If as.