Dew

A mouse and lion

Both have very

Sharp teeth

Dew on a boulder,

Gravity pulls at

Both equally

Soft Violence

Silent lightning

Sounds of distant

Jazz horns 

Blowing at 

Midnight

Like trying to give

A message of

Heartbreak 

To everyone 

At once,

Cooing

—But in soft 

Violence

More uttered

Or maybe mumble

Through gritted teeth

And split reeds

And slips through

Bars of rain to

Whisper secrets in

Beautiful warm

Ears.

Capacitors

No power company can sell me the

Like electric feeling of

Your

Bare feet on my

Bare feet;

Earthed

To your wooden floorboards as

Two rigid conductors

Of high voltage tingles,

Eyes closed to amplify 

Soft lip capacitors

Just     not touching 

But

Quivering in a

Unique frequency

Night Night

But sleep Titanics me now
and in the morning
look up at all the air falling above you
it is beautiful.

Night night,
xx

NRNP

Is everybody in?

I heard he was some kind of mad conductor

With long straw hair and a grey patch

Veins and tattoos crawling

Down his arms like an oily drawings

His knees shook like a shaman's would

Ears bent and words warbling

Ecstatic, as a sunburnt jellyfish.

They say he once caught a Minotaur

By the horns;

A mechanical bullfighting matador

Both of them broke out in a fist fight and

He drew first blood of course

Clenched his jaws around it’s throat

And out sprung crimson waxed wires

Intestines to the electric embryo

Of mad looped offspring,

Of mad looped offspring,

Of mad looped offspring,

Of screams that ring from apocalyptic

Horse hairs drawn down to

Techno harpy’s shrieks

Electric f-holes squeaks!

Amplify me

Amplify you

Amplify her

Lick the current

Split the tongue tip forked

As rattling strings talk in

An a occultist serpent tongue

Hiss

Hum

Bow down devil

Bow down

Down bow down

Down

Go down!

Go!

And rise up!

Like a scaly dropped bass crescendo

Rise!

From the bubbling sonic paella

Rise!

As these bites don’t last long until

The disk hiccups and vinyl skips

And the resin trips.

Put you bow down, my friend

And take

My applause.

I’m Still Here

I’m still
here 

the dot dot dash
              of comets speaking silently in space,
              of constellation  legs.   Of secrets
      in spots

                       I’m still

                           here    

                        What   hath   god wrought?
                                 for ears   not   born
                          yet

                                    still,  this message    
                                            tho faint cries  of eternal
                                    silence                    ones and zeros,
                                                      on and  off, like 

                                  

                                            I’m still

                                                       hear

                                                          out putting sound

                                                             ;Reflecting light 

Sleep Well My Dear

sleep well
my dear,

for I have attached

a flag to my roof;

incase
one night
we drift off
and sail to the moon

WarmCliché(no,stay)

So clichéd, but you look so divine in the morning light just before you wake, just before the heavy day breaks, so warm and soft and so is the light and so delicate it hums inaudibly as you groan, as you roll slightly and your arm pulls the sheets down pulls the seconds down as we grow closer towards the alarm sounds like an axe splits this moment in two and my arm moves like a suture through limbs to turn it off to turn it back two minutes so for a moment it can be just us two in the warm glowing light.

Rain Falls Slowly In The Cold

Rain falls slowly in the cold
like awkward tears,
there is no rush,
it thickens
in the oily night
as strangers huddle together;
silhouettes around a traffic light
to cross the splashy road
with drivers behind wipers
so comfortable,
lampposts become bonfires
killing snowflakes
flapping
as moths in the cold.

Youholdme

((Youholdme hidden (protected) like brackets, between your castlethighs spooningme in the top draw in morning sheets in nighttime sheets within closedarms, we are a sentence but wetwo silent naked curves leave nospace forwords))

Death Hums Softly

         death            softly
   hums in mirrors    at night                                                                   

in                                             and golden
        electric  windows
                                                               chains

(T)his Dirty Sink

I will

Shave my beard

Yes still bits of spit(tl)e and

morning’s drool

But worse,

It’sstuck with

words  ha/lf mummmbled

Too afraid to of said out loud, with

Bits of leftover kiss e s

And s/ex/y sweat

Styled from us waking us up  

It’s as long as we,   were

Its end(s) blanket the roots

It curls back on itself

Forest   gro in reverse

For getting rings–Timber

Is bellowed from huffing lungs

Metallic fe lling

Scores of tiny

Vibrating axes

Of sharp (good)byes

Now,

Whom?

In front of

(T)his dirty sink

Of course stubble

Of course stubborn

wet hands & a

blood speckled face off

Carnival

Maybe god herself is
                  just lost in
                  this carnival
                           of life

      tripping over
   old shoes,
  fumbling at

the top step

finding herself
in
two places
at once.

Trust or Love

Is it trust or love
to be so close
to another's face
that they let you
touch it, softly
with the back
of your hand
with their eyes
shut, vulnerable
in their own room