A little shreek like a lobster plunged into a boiling pot came from her throat-trying to stifle it her heart bobbed in her chest and she gasped expelled. ‘Just ready’ he said Her head turned to the side her left hand grabbed his arm-it was hard-her lips plugged up again as he released-a sadness overwhelmed her.
Succumb Time AOD 10.30 11.11.2016 The Seirenes are coming Dead! Dying. What is my mind on about, she thought. That’s what is happening : it’s curtains, get it together and take action. It made no sense dying from what? When? How? Why? The journey to the Dr’s was an intense overriding of bodily
It has started again- the empty space Is filling up with wagging mouths licking And snipping gnawing and gnarling Suffuse their empty and pitiless lives Suffocate them with saliva drenched Detritus Opinions regurgitated vomited with vileness Stench classless ceaseless The cream has sank We’re drowning in ourselves
what a man he’s too beautiful for me just the feel of him would have me subsumed and enveloped by fire
Charlotte Mew inner insanity freed with the art of words. Wide awake with her dark brown stare….and turned the key upon her fast. Tears would fall at depth of it all.
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
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 scalpel scratching the
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
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 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