I drank you from a cup of coffee today
There were your foamed initials
resting incomprehensibly
on the hot fluid. It felt
awkward sipping
I drank you from a cup of coffee today
Category: Inferno
splurt here comes the volcanic eruption of heat and passion: he’s arrived-DEEP TIME BBC4 short cuts Josie Long
bbc sounds with Josie Long DEEP TIME
the unfathomable amazement of him moving like a projectile
splurt here comes the volcanic eruption of heat and passion:he’s arrived
Engineering Passive Suicide
Engineering Passive Suicide
Engineering something is easy once you know how. The easiest thing to engineer is behaviour.
People in power know this. Without stating the obvious you’re one click Continue reading Engineering Passive Suicide
Charlotte Mew: The Heart of Hidden Things -AUDIO BBC Sounds Unexplainable beauty of words flowing from the heart
Charlotte Mew: The Heart of Hidden Things -AUDIO BBC Sounds Unexplainable beauty of words flowing from the heart
https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/m000bdm2
Do roses grow…when you have not seen any light…what happens there I do not know…
Biting his rosary to bits…
I did not look when he called on me these eyes I did not see
Do roses grow between those 20 windows in a row Continue reading Charlotte Mew: The Heart of Hidden Things -AUDIO BBC Sounds Unexplainable beauty of words flowing from the heart
The Trinity excoriated, others wept for what they thought would be: Peter Heller Big Love
Peter said ‘why do you block the silence Alice’? Then putting a gun to her head he shot her.
He waited as she bled out-the colour drained quite quickly from her face. He didn’t know why he did this-he loved her-something in him?
He bent down and kissed her open mouth-then he stared intently into blackness of her open eyes Continue reading The Trinity excoriated, others wept for what they thought would be: Peter Heller Big Love
When it is beyond the scope of the mind to iterate every nuance
When it is beyond the scope of the mind to iterate every nuance
When I opened that silver box-something happened-
Hemingway Happened-Durcan Happened-Kenneally Happened-Heaney Happened-Plath Happened-Duffy Happened-Peter Happened-Andrew Happened-Huxley Happened-Styron Happpened-Spinoza Happened………on and on Larkin o fuck all this fuck this shoddy deliverance from untold celery seeds sprouting on the cold steel scalpal scratching the wound. And the blood flows-drip feeding the shoes as he walks- Continue reading When it is beyond the scope of the mind to iterate every nuance
When a heart is served inadvertently on a plate to a man of pantomime it elucidates actions beyond comprehension. He is a stranger or is it she is the stranger, two strangers look at each other in a tempestuous whirl then looking through the glass bottom magnified a thousand times she falls into his philosophically absurd, beautiful disguised world: fleshy, sexual, sensual, surgical.
When a heart is served inadvertently on a plate to a man of pantomime it elucidates actions beyond comprehension.
He is a stranger or is it she is the stranger, two strangers look at each other in a tempestuous whirl.
Then looking through the glass bottom magnified a thousand times she falls into his philosophically absurd, beautiful disguised world: fleshy, sexual, sensual, surgical.
Imentet watched and waited………………….
When you dream of a Skylark undulating before you-you cry at its unattainability
When his roots grow deeper than a primative drive and art stimulates it
When He Drops His Mask…Fucking Hell
When An Answer is Beyond Euclid
When White Isn’t Strong Enough to Resist the Invasion
When he Fell From the Sky to My Feet
head><When Beholding all That You Saved and Dream Of
When he Fell From the Sky to My Feet
When The Magnetism is Such That the Capacitor is Set to Explode
When Beholding That What You Saved and Dream Of
This beautiful man makes me lament
my full body brain soul grieves
and is sad because of
desire that wants to
kiss and graze his
lips
stuck in purgatory
sick from no flowing thoughts
of needs that must be and make them
tormented with his gentle
Savagery
When He’s as Crazy Complex as Dante’s Purgatory
<When he’s as Crazy Complex as Dante’s Purgatory
I am in the forest lost surrounded by intent and a type of truth resting by the stream.
My heart breathes in and out capturing the soul of him.
My body is tired from the magic of that eye contact
Looking up at the branches he’s there waiting and hiding.
Ravenous.
His thoughts are in despair from the game of life
Relinquish the control let go
Let me fall into the portal of
Saint Peter
Succumb