suffuse
velvet violence
grease written stanza

a curled finger of blue
bleeds to heaven
from a smoulder tip

words breathless
swollen lip
sharp and brilliance
this moon
cutting
a slit
through the thick

acrimony
pressed
and leather bound

Pale and parched
on nicotine plans
Sterling ringed
hands

She was born into death
Mother died shortly
Before her first breath

Baby girl taken
From the womb
A little too soon
Left In her Father's care

A husband's grief
Too much to bare
His only love
Gone forever
The madness crept in

Once upon a time
He had been a normal man

All he had left
Was this little angel
Whom he loved
In more ways
Than a father should

He molded her
Styling her hair
Painting her face
Recreating another time
Another place

A ghost always chases me
from place to place.
I see its body
but never its face.

It often grows tall,
of my size or short,
with a shadowy trace
that none ever caught.

I'd stop and ask,
though I'll never know,
for it never says
if it's friend or foe.

Canto One ~ In the heart of the City of Laura, beneath Torgándon and its White Salt Mists, a glittering, cream white colored spire stands flawlessly straight and reaching tall enough to be shroud most mornings in the swirling clouds that so often blanket the North Country. It is The Cornicle of the King and has stood, by men’s reckoning, more than a thousand years, but the reckoning of common men is short.

My Wish For You
Since you're so hell bent
On finding someone new
Is that you find her
Your perfect woman
The ghost that haunts our relationship
The bitch hanging over my head

My Wish For You
Is that she is all you ever dreamed of
That she performs to your satisfaction
May she meet all your ridiculous requirements
Perhaps you should make her fill out an application

My Wish For You
Is that every time you screw her
You see my face
Wouldn't want you to forget
Your biggest mistake

As anyone noticed lately ‘
How time is speeding up?
An old friend of mine says
it’s the detrition of the time continuum’ ?

I got up one day last week
made breakfast
Had a shower
got dressed
Just in time to see the sun set!.

When I was young
I remember one day
it was the school holidays, June
I went in the woods, to play,

That day lasted three n’ a half weeks!
Whew’
I was glad to get to bed that day.

Mud on the belly of the rainbow serpent
mud in its gut
mud oozing from it's eyelids
mud from between each sodden layer of skin
flung at every speed in every direction,
a floriade appears for a snap from the the caked on dust.

Mud as your bones prior to your skull closing
mud that stretches out it's hands to catch your weeping body
mud that sleeps next to you, that wakes up
to whisper it's going to be okay
mud over your mouth as you whine for food.

Killer needed a new tool
So He went to Dave’s Not Here
A thing for slow and tortuous death
A thing instilling primal fear

There was a special date real soon
He wanted something to impress
She is a special lady friend
Can’t wait to see her in a dress!

Now Dave is up for some inventing
But let’s have coffee and a joint
I’d like to wake and bake a little
before we get down to the point

sits on her royal haunches
dark saucer ovid watcher
and offers a submission
climbs aboard my haunted frame
her short shorn look
and leans her muscle clad
throat against
my chest
where my heart sings

my hand floats like a searching
ghost
and settles on her spine
on the union where her dark wings
gather

we are both weary
brokering our deals
beneath auspicious
sweat stained days

Scott's -------------------------------------------------------------Ron's

the lines on my face --------------------------------------- the mapwork furrowed
tell a furlong tale ----------------------------------------------- on my face will spell
no thought dare erase ----------------------------------- each loss a burrow