Once Before An Unbroken Time..

 
though one swallow may not make a summer
and one bloom of bluebells a spring..

even the silvering moonlight streams are sunning
as the real new year is ushered in with spring
for living nature knows this cycle by day and night
as did we once before an unbroken time..

on the lit warm cheeks and lips
heads swim up like sunflowers
that gently revivifying kiss recharges and renews and heals
for nurtured life rejuvinates and transforms with itself everything
this the great artists once tenderly knew and unashamedly celebrated..

with stretching dusk the peachened pear tops the vast peacock sheen
as passing strangers connect with eyes less stern more kindly
telepathic excursions sip deeper possibilities
the enlivened senses simmer on the flourishing scents
revelveted the ribboned fields sway emerald multi-coloured swatches
all this and more the natural new year the spring presents..

Armageddon Peace Prize

and how did you feel as you watched
when he was gifted the most rapturous house of commons standing ovation
this t-shirted combat-jeaned nato expansionist minion
for his live-link-delivered darkly-rattled word-salad address snorted
despite reservations did you ask yourself
is this what the fourth reich looks like..

and as our puppeteered leaders and micromanaged newspeakers
proudly provide cover for the azov battalion nazis
now rebranded the staunchest defenders of the rules-based order
and whatever that is supposed to mean you better believe..
yes that searing question might have crossed your startled mind
is this what the fourth reich reads like..

like neocon victoria nuland all pent-up to almost orgasm
while pondering the successful blowing up of nord stream
momentarily confounding the german atlanticists
apparently still suffering from a severe bout of stockholm syndrome
even as their people freeze..
a sad and tragic case for many decades suffered
berlin immediately respond by sending tanks to where..
again..

nordsteam
now consigned as a memory-holed mystery
a mystery only for presstitutes
presstitutes paying closer attention to the existential threat of balloons.

so more ten percents guaranteed for the big guy
so why not blow up zaporizhzhia nuclear plant with himars missiles
what could go wrong
is this what the fourth reich would like
for everything to go wrong
russians ukranians all europeans all as expendable
as those annhialated in the middle east or asia or north africa..
 
so as the appointed cocaine-snorting formerly celebrated penis-pianist 
and his installed gangster regime
now openly kidnap and march the press-ganged older and disabled men
ukranian men
down the most tragic primrose path
dragging them away from their homes to die
as their grandchildren look on terrified
all while the western commentariat strictly maintain their vows of silence
weaponised packets of silence intelligence equipped
you might ask yourself
is this ligatured silence what the fourth reich sounds like..

meanwhile
a murmuration of snake heads
in their windmill-powered private jets landed at davos
they slithered down red carpets
for the world economic forum cabal
hissing into their wine
chortling at globalist deniers
all while preparing for the next drill to go live..

for those basketcases for blofeld
gamed another upcoming event
this time it is to be a surprise blackout
the two after event 201..
for when the web will be..
hacked and taken down by rogue state actors..
with all the merchandise..

so another tabletop exercise that coincidenatlly might go live
so it would be wise to put some cash aside
one more for the seasoned covidians to bang saucepans for
canned by candlelight this time..
more..more..
the sense of belonging infanticised and made so asinine
the dimmer-lit invented rituals to solder the already infatuated melted mind..

and one more time for the city of london
for are they not esteemed experts at world wars
is this what the fourth reich would like
is this whom the fourth reich is for..

whatever flags we see proudly raised outside city halls
it might be wise to perceive them as analogs
analogs for the the skull and crossbones and swastika
exported tanks repainted again now display such potent insignia
another data point never screened on teevee
such absences embed the viewer with facts of make-believe..

first as tragedy only for more
a world where delivered information is inverted then diced
for state social media platforms to upload then thumbs up and like
is this the banality of the fourth reich..

last summer at the glastonbury festival
the young people also cheered for the beamed-in volodymyr
he smirked and twitched by the pyramid stage 
by various stripes the swaying graduates were so effortlessly raised
what perfect scholars to parrot for the succinctly redacted tomorrow
no spiked minsks
no panama papers
no eccentric deals
his mansions in many kingdoms hide
dumped after his people destroyed
he should for nato be awarded the nobel peace prize..

yes perhaps this is the fourth reich
for the usual suspects dress-down sieg heils not strictly required..

Gladly, Thay Provide The Lorn With Such Aquarian Tangibles

the practice nurse sighed..
oh her..yes her..
well if you ask me
she is a complete waste of time..

do not compromise
she tries to grab any opportunity
any opportunity for an appointment
like clockwork she appears here
here every couple of months or so
almost without fail..

she acts
acts
acts as if she really
and i underline really
really needs urgent physical attention
like she really needs a consultation here physically
and not online..
but she does not seems to apprehend or empathise..

as we know though
genuine attention means
means needs attention..as opposed to just wants..
and i also underline needs here
and we must be able to tell the difference
because once we let her through
let her through just once then that is it..

well yes now i can tell
tell that all she really needs is..
..someone to..

......


but that really is it
that really is it..

the practice nurse glanced
then carried on
and she is only one
only one of a whole straggly battalion
they float over here like shy simpering swans
projecting
so entitled
like a royal..

and yes okay..
though i see she is obviously a little lonely and lost and blah
and we all need a hug
but so sorry...we all have to get over that..
all of us..
if she wants my advice..
but she never wants to ... with me..

and are we not in a near depression
a real depression..
is it not tangible
we have been told we must very seriously prioritise now
now more than ever
sadly..

this seems to be like a hobby to her
to her it has become like a thing to do
and we must not enable her..

we must not be..
oh that word oh what is that word now oh..
yes..complicit..
we must not be complicit..

i think she gets it now
because last time i really hinted
subtly nudged her
that she needs to..

..


to do something do something..

i wonder should she try for a place in a day-release psychy..
what i mean is..
oh i know you know what i mean..
if she just cuts herself..just enough..nothing silly..
if she cuts herself down the arm
down
more convincing
she might get lucky..
problem is she is not yet that suicidal..
that normally i would say is a good thing but..
it is sad..

no i never offered that suggestion out loud to her for goodness sake
what do you think i am..
what are you trying to make sound like..
and i would get the sack..
the practice nurse vigorously shook her head no
no of course i would never say that to her
we are only talking shop here
this is between us..

and to be fair
before she was encouraged to leave
i did offer her some biscuits and tea last time
and all while doing the slow bobbing head i know i know thing..

though she never said thanks i am okay with that
we have to develop thick skin
not take things like that personally
i get it
and i get why security always allow her in
they are not doctors..

...

the practice nurse looked up
then she..
then she looked away and down..

then as she turned to walk to the empty staff room
her eyes seemed to mist..
a click was heard after she gently closed the door right behind her..

a few minutes later she was heard softly weeping..
to herself..
it was her tea break..

Selected Rainbow Delayed?

 

selected rainbow delayed
so dapple that timeline
blow a retuning kiss
brushstroke certain fine strings
reverberate scintillate fuse-with thrum
reharmonise feel your angel sigh..

selected rainbow delayed
silver darkened for the bottle-green
grasping at a distant cosmos near
so spin again the sharpened twig
be the cosmogryal whirlpool and be
lift emanant sliver lift..

selected rainbow delayed
ripple in the field of oneness yet
oyster yarn nacre to pearl
cracked matrix bewitch
you the tower of stars made make limpid
pouring ideas to animate and witness..

selected rainbow delayed
lost in words then try the wordless
particle is wave is..and what is
curve the linear light-you so driven
time-flit the mysterious wellspring sheer
wonder on more than the dust down wish..

Source

 
so here is another funny thing..

as we grow older
less vulnerable more
our steamed-on scaly scar tissue
only seals the fermenting inflammation of neatly folded wounds sore
lashing the sorriest with the deepest camouflage
camouflaged and cooked-to-raw for so much longer..

and being so philosophical about all this stuff
the wondrous self being so all-knowing
the heart harrowed is now firmly bookended
and professionally leather-bound..

and all the while holding its pride of place on the coffee table
and for practical reasons primed to be held purposely closed
in parenthesis this takes up so much less space
only to be kept treasured as a block-timed keepsake
fun for triple-locked subterraneans laminated in a fearful safe-space..

despite everything
the foolish may attempt to open up to discover a new page
and risk massive attack from leaf-pressed dust motes spraying out all spry
spry gonzo missile magnets plastering the agitated and enflamed
to reignite the long-dormant combustible 
especially when exposed to unregulated air
with all its anciently-known capable danger..

so treat immediately..
coat affected area with dabs of distilled vampire honey
and to lessen temptation to retaste
hang out in the milling rain to dry..

when sunshine cannot be avoided
with opaque layers of light-reflective film
it will not hurt to also cover the protective sleeve
then cast out with weights in a scythed fishing net
dropped from a cloaked submarine
to then closely monitor with its upside-down perescope..

ensure the bookends are only made of strange hybridised materials
such as cave stones dusk-treated with enteric-coated strechy spider webs
occasionally wash the surrounding and affected vulnerable area
with generous drops of distilled lukewarm ice..

to protect warping
keep you leather-bound in place mobius-looping
and add a sprinkling of dry-roasted frost
and avoid extreme gentle breezes 
and all other sources of harsh warmth
and for further advice consult a certified cardiac spelununker..

if problems persist
download the app
and easily convert your leather-bound
into a feel-so-free feeling-free pdf..

For In All This Aching Beauty..

 

rotating the numb grey kaleidoscope
hues and textures of scraped-up old snow
as liminal as heaps of ash swirls
another year melds and melts
layers and layers of static and stasis overlay
the glinting glowering fractals sharded
offer their spindly morphing branches for perching mocking owls
and how they stare as you seem to sway..

lush hints of emeral jar
wavering beams of unenticing sunlight threaten to only melt and blind and bake
falllen crimson leaves splash their spilt rusted drops
the baleful moon as cold as saturn relates..

in patches angular reeds so stark break through
cracking the icy lake
where water gushes and gulps for oxygen
timorous gasping fish bubble up as if for prayer
blasts of trapped poison steam-release
and float up to seal away the heavens
from the fathomless deep where only oily darkness dwells..

but ovals of smoke rise and spiral and elongate from a different valley distant
are they signals of rescue
or cries for help
or deeply encoded messages for the long-lost but open-hearted traveller
come hither..come hither
there is something here for you
follow the charcoaled trails on sapphire..

follow the charcoaled trails on sapphire..
gently walk past the deer oracles as their onyx eyes gaze upon you
at nightfall the curlicues of smoke plumes will still visibly mark the cobalt night
regard the scent trails entwining falling rain as limpid shadow-light 
your eyes so accustomed to grey so vivid will be the unextinguished lick of flame
so nocturnal you will so easily discern the distant sparks veiled 
pain can still offer ways away
pain can still tilt your world a warmer way..

follow the charcoaled trails on sapphire
and allow the iridescence of the moonlit dew drop necklaces to star-wish for you
and when the dawn rises inhale the bracing and rich petrichor nectar
even the yielding soil and fallen twigs generously teem with purposeful cycles
and you are immersed as part of this so let the embracing ozonic air cleanse you
and wash away your copious tears of salt so draining
that distant birdsong can heal you
that distant birdsong hears you..
for in all this aching beauty
is the you of this 
in all of this..

Hopeful Entanglement

 

a fifth dimensional butterfly flutters its wings
a third dimensional earth ascends..

Best Of..Bitter Boomer Love Songs (Reissued Reissue)

 
of that heavy muskcentric bygone era crows another deep-boiled scrotum turnip
for here breathes the fetid breath of a stellar exhibit zed of zed
an oxygen thief astronaut trolling carbon dioxide
a constant headline fixture of grim rubber-stamped charity benefits..

the blood-shot-eyed quadruple valve charisma bypass superstar
betrays his colonic passage of time
swamp integrated and irrigated with trashed hotel destruction
and gorged and despatched and spat-out flare-pantied fans
discarded memories lie by the venus flytrap-lined highway
his clenched sphincter pupils crack lizard lines
the envy of a draco monarch..

swiss alps-high of a certain nasal mist
snorted 
face filled with enough plastic puss to crazy-pave an indonesian landfill
another boomer gravitar as warm as a raging imploding ingrown caligula
regales the smirking interviewer with his endless tales of pregnant woe
there he sits in front of an empty green-screened recording studio because..

because another reissue of the best of.. is out now..is out now..is out now..
just so you know
for christmas
though not for more-than-casual believers of jesus
though perhaps very wise men might want to gift the returning special baby this
should it seed the idea later on to smash to smithereens
a modern temple of the pharisees
sounds like a plan..

yeah i somewhat regret those days now
the money the excess
all the alpha babe sex
now it all seems so..you know
so hollow..even though i know many viewers might be impressed..
he winked at the camera..
call it guerrilla marketing
or call it something else..

do i sound ungrateful
try walking in my shoes
they always expected so much of me
so gratuitous..
did i mention that my best of..reissued reissue is out this week..
oh yeah it is out this week..

i sometimes wonder if i had led an ordinary life
whatever that is..
things might have been so much easier
my assistants harassed for backstage passes
to hound me for autographs
extensions of my flesh
youknowwhoreimean..
does that make sense..

but please do not misunderstand me
though i could mention doors of stables bolting
or something like that..
metaphors for horses methinks..

sometimes i wish i never met all those..
what can i say
i was a babe-magnet
not boasting..still am..
in retrospect and we have to ask
did they enhance me as an artist
we have to ask..

that said i still managed to write some great and fabulous songs
they are on my best of..the reissued reissue out in time for christmas..
you could see it as a spiritual thing if that helps..

yeah so the reissued reissue best of..is out for christmas..
has new and deeper sleeve notes
and a previously unreleased acoustic version of deep-fried egyptian pharoah..

curled up on the bed watching tv
an elegant woman of a certain vintage..
flinches..
she instinctively stares across at a faded photograph of her younger self
the picture encased in a pretty little silver frame
nestles with others on the dresser by the nightstand..

she is caressed by the star in the aftershow party he invited her to
how could she forget
there she offers him the most dazzling sweet smile
obviously besotted she gazes up at his narrower eyes..

she reaches for the frame and considers pulling out the photograph
with a rueful smile she shakes her head
what did i see in him..
yeah i know..
and what did i learn..

she hears a door click open
her adult son strolls into the kitchen
and yes from a certain angle..

she gazes again at the photograph
no..still no regrets..
though you fool..you will never know..
she places the photo frame in a box
she switches to another channel..

no my collection of rare cars feels more like a burden
you could call it the zen art of investments
protecting my portfolio is a full-time job
i have to fork out the coin for three full-time accountants
see what i mean..

yeah so my best of..reissue is out now
at the end of the day it is all about love
thank goodness i still have that
despite everything i still love my fans..
oh and did i mention..

..her son sporting the most silly beaming smile siddles up to her
his hands playfully hidden behind his back..

then he flourishes the most beautiful bunch of irises
wafting the air with the most delicate of scents..
happy birthday mum..
love you so much..

they hug
generating the silence so warm
the bond unbreakable..

Lifted Concrete

 

approaching that reality
with comfort and clarity
revealed the mystery deepens
uplifting this concretised night living dream
in the truth is the knowing
beyond interpretive imagination overflowing
like the whispered secrets shared from seashells
receive through waves of silence
knowledge experienced and not mere belief..

For You Are Your Light Beam, Light Being

 

diurnal moon
sips the evening most best
the passage of time lattices fireworks
riddles me a lithesome dancer on this
gifting a poised satin-enrobed state of undress
shoo-bee-doo shoo-bee-doo..

simmering bells of the starship choir
the ethereal soundwaves blast lilac light shafting
the bloom of the silvery-corded ladder-climb
thus i might serenade parallel timelines..

razor-sharp edge of the pearlescent teardrop
of swarming cosmos a shave of moon shard
clamshell mothership topical glam i am
no strange passports required here
no mons de bozos
ganymede-elf poppets draw their nerf guns as softly
inspecting your visions burnished and bronzed
in repose and sanded down
emperor dreamweaver shaf-tee lobin-gis is in town..

yes that will do nicely kind sir
your mermaid jacuzzi beckons
so wthout more ado go and loft yourself along the flip-off ceiling
arcturan chocolates will be served shortly thereafter
for you are your light beam light being..

if only my earth employer could spy me now
this the perfect antidote to business class for certain earth artists
bungee jump the white hole for the coolest bends
they only need change their bluey turnip sauce once a century
vegan squid gloam the fusion cold plates
a tempest of shimmering sauces deliquesce..

fruits of the pleaides
slivered pears the quivery texture of simmered europa snow
though not the kind you could easily buy in a galactic waitrose
often peachened with martian parsnips..

the meer elephant jazz of procyon blasts
the sublime pilot horses of the dyson spheres
the green asteroid merchants festooned with rare minerals
buy me a pint of mushroom quartz special..
 
down in one
they lie me down
and through my open third-eye they pour
i hold my beer in my head
my astral self holds no complaints sans the med-bed
shoo-bee-doo shoo-bee-doo..

any questions..

Lacuna Feedback For Another Swan-Dive

empowering the quietened quitting with blessings
we bear witness to the tender ministrations of potent healer ophiuchus
we marvel at the stunning dedication to the darker vocation
never seems to tire of consigning early retirement with force-multiplier..

as here..
another football player can no more outrun his tripwired walls
lined with amped-up self-organising treacle
he clutches at himself as beneath his stretch-shirt he rents
he lurches a hop-skip sidelong from his extant spirit
for whose kingdom might he succumb to phantoms for the embrace of the python
for it seems the clean-living athlete is luminescing
guided to vials he lit upon luciferase..

the time-lapse filmed flower vividly wilts
the balletic slow-motion grand jete cum swan-dive
the way the boy crumpled over
terrified out his wits
for no player was near 
because the players that really count rarely are
self-appointed and rarefied
they rarely need tangle with our regulated shared air..

the all-too-familiar eeriness thus descends
as in sports events up and down planet earth now almost every weekend..

close-up of the manager with his hands on his hips
as a switch excruciatingly slowly flicks
his gaze across the green
vacuum-packs inescapable dead air for fortune mammon-piss metamorphoses..
 
his conscience its own martyred magnetar
crash-crumples out his suit-jacket a red card
strips him bare in moments
the rabbit holes vent through
magnetising him to the rings of steel
one ring after another
spangling gravity with serrating karmic glue..

so the boss gazes across the melting emerald
as a young prone soul lies uncollected 
they both blink and shrink beneath the baleful light
pressing prescient possibilities
sad as a farewell to a blade of all-weather plastic grass
perhaps with a young promising name to be engraved upon it later
with the heart symbol welded to a canned ocean of rattling silence..

so what kind of foul scythed this lad-child down
collapsing in folding chairs
the same kind of foul that now so eloquently fells the fans
and where his also tremoring girlfriend looks on inkling from the stands..

the golden manager tilts
his heart also misses more than a beat
he glances to the physio eyeless
then pulls together his fracturing facets of self 
composes his eyes open wide to again play along
humming noise to an occulted given anthem
we see the owner in the stands anxiously listening on the phone
as the disembodied directors in the boardroom conference call
their zeitgeist static always there in spirit..

on the radar is that incoming missile
the mirage a missile miraged
equivocal statements the product placement
like a swiss finishing school-trained shrug of the shoulders
studiously paced elegantly vacant..

around the ground a jet stream silence cleaves
as players and high-viz demi-spectral beings crowd above him
that weird silence cloaks a weirder science still
wrapping expanding ushering the midfield general off the stage
his jaundiced face is the death-clown applause from the fans
what will var have to say about this
back to the studio
the experts will help us understand
he fell over
not sure why
we should not speculate..

under a foil blanket
the sound of interference crackles
vanishing a player down the tunnel to flashes
vending another coincidence for the nervous sponsors
lining verdant the pockets of lab-coat dealers
at warp speed..

by the bye
we were informed by the mainstream quite recently
of the reason for all the excess deaths of the elderly in the uk last summer..
climate change
well what else would it be..

i am sure we can all relate
i had to use my usb mini-fan on at least four occasions in august
temperatures rose well above room temperature
i sweated a few thimbles..

and we all recall how the elderly battled their way to the shops
all while the novel desert winds blasted their cardiganed bodies and bobbled faces
jackals howled as rattlesnakes hissed like trapped air from almost-banned hosepipes
and as vultures sensed another premature granny death
they circled and looped and swooped laconically overhead
later someone close may have muttered an afterword..
if only she had covered up her bare arms..

a very english kind of excess death
for a very twenty-first century..
for as the elderly playfully fried crumpets on the starched pavements
dreamily sipping mescaline from the hacked blackpool cacti
they were caught unawares by the sting of scorpions
hiding right out in the open covering the cracks nearby
the sting of scorpions
and all for the love of a proto-ritual
scorching scorpions and scorchio..

excess deaths
what a phrase..
almost as glad with itself as..
fake news
unintended consequences
collateral damage..

as glad with itself as..
social distancing
safe and effective
and..
trust the science..

and coming as soon as yesterday
azov battalion are good nazis..

those poor elderly souls
struck down because of climate change
that two-minute walk slayed them
thank goodness they will not require central heating this winter
or will the winter excess deaths be ascribed to unusually cold weather
made by russians
snap for the cold weather snap perhaps..

yet last summer they died because of climate change
as the unforgiving sun
beat down on their balding rare-vinyl pates
peeling their skin stripped bare lasered with uncut vitamin-d
so that even the nano-tech could not reboot them
so targeted they were by the lashing unforgiving unshielded sunbeams..

so alas one last roll of the furry dice
before they passed through the pearly gatefold sleeve in the sky
greeted perhaps by an open-armed white-robed bernard manning
press ganged by a mischievous deity to be a beaming galactic light-being..

perhaps jim bowen welcomed them
you probably know you are dead
okay smashing
in this kingdom there are many caravans
you can rent them out
but you can never leave ..

enough of these otherwordly hosts
back to the football..

after the substitute sprints on
a free kick is returned to the opposition goalkeeper
more applause
sportsmanship..

the goalkeeper quickly volleys the ball up to the other end of the field
the checkerboard orb spins and arcs between the static lines
there a striker collects and scores very clinically..

after the match both managers are interviewed
the losing manager does the obviously disappointed-thing
and the winning manager when asked
about his carried-off player
parries..

yeah he is being given the once-over
we will know more soon
he is a good lad..

it was a strange kind of foul..i mean fall
we want him to be well
of course we do
depending on the next draw we might play at marburg soon..

then glancing away from the camera
after a pause he whispers to the distant cigar-smoking seashells..
you know after all..
though some things are bigger than football
we should not speculate
it could be due to..to a wide range of reasons..

he strikes more pregnant lacuna
the deadened guitar feedback already smashed windows prepared earlier
as lightning strikes an emptying-shaped pool..

and our fans can rest assured
we have enough players in the squad to..to cover him..
thankfully our owners have provided the critical depth
so whatever happens he will be covered
rest assured
he will be covered..

Everest Feather

and beneath
as stricken eyes on stalks salt
fade in fade out fade in..
the shock-proof sole
lifts the raised boot
in mid-air grandly hovers 
to allow a generous time to admire its topography
a genie made from ingots of pure bats
always fullly engaged and ready to strike
again
again for again
for fun
for because..
you know..just because..

again for again
the boot lifts off the trampled face
yet still presses and compresses
the will partially velied reveals itself imperial
it is imperial..

for the sole bifurcates its phantom mind
the suffocating hidden hand
its greater force
an unreachable will with all its dreamed devices
almost supernatural
forever unquenchable..

the lifted foot delivers
and occasionally prods and appraises
then lifts
no relief so temporary..

and five and four and three and two and one..
and one..and one..
..and one..
..and one..
more waiting
the waiting ritual..
then the weight thuds and crashes down again
landing the everest feather
its sweet brushing kiss avalanche..

the tragic face beneath contemplates the sole-mind
cobras and vipers the raw open nerves whiplash crack electric
waves overlap and wash over
ripple cascade riptide obliterate
fearful convulsions gush through the body
another lamb
another lamb as stiff as a board as limp as a sacrificial rag doll..

as the eyes latch on and stare up at the sole
the zero countdown to one
waiting and waiting
completely transfixed
miles and miles of open road
the pressurised space between collapses
contorts to the nothing harpsichording
as the beatings continue
the tautening space amid the sobbing silence
for the pleasure of the remote control..

little can transfix like pure fear
the mind of the sole cannot be reasoned with
its perverse purity manifests myriad
insatiably gorges on the pulsing numbness
an energy vampire
the hate and contempt made of ice and fire
in the vacuum cooks and stirs
and adds helplessness to taste..

the waterfalling eyes stare fixedly at the sole
it is in this waiting
that the never-ending brutal initiation thrives
for the slow and deliberate destruction such waiting brings
in terror tracks the tracer fire ..

and again for again
as the boot lifts
tick tock tick tock tick..
the silence..
the rolling silence roars..
the rolling silence roars tick tock tick tock tick..
then..

then another landing
no more waiting
no more waiting..again..
the weight connects and clamps jaws down
as it rises

the sliver of relief stings
washes over and is so sickening
so maddening
more of the cruellest relief
music for the abuser to savour
twisted empathy of the sociopath
holds a timer that melts time
with the witness so numbed
intoning it is all in the mind
you do not feel it after a while..

the driven boot
floats weightless
the lake of the grey swan
the mindless mind murderous
the outward gaze inward
a dark spaceship in zero gravity sipping the black hole of its night
heavy and empty
landing the weight of this planet
as light as a feather
everest feather..

the sole 
of a superlative gymnast
the goliath treading so lightly
the ballet dancer with his steel boots on 
toys endlesly 
one big and endless pulverisation
the traction for the infinite initiation..

splinters shatter
the living dead graveyard of the shards shape the vast desert mosaic
open road territory
the sole of the boot then lifts and floats and hovers
again for again
silently enquiring guess when..
guess when..
guess when..again..
again for again
where all numbers repeat as one..
..one..
..one..