People (outside looking in)

if the will of others and their directional notes

here there

at times right in cognition

as conversation

though mostly as angered expectation

through forceful airy placement

are intended to instigate action

it hasn't worked

my frustration with my daily routine

may see me seated

peering at other's stories

or imbibing dark malted liquids

staring at another screen 

or at pages 

frantic with the experience of bombardment

those with voice

those with capacity 

blaring through the cracks

and as in my childhood's notion

through peephole(s)

if you you lot could be inside me

not in voice alone 

though in manner 

and means 

maybe one day

the writhing will stop

and the writing will begin

Mirror

On Wed, Oct 20, 2021 at 11:07 PM

Accidents will happen

Trip through the backwaters

Archaic and dismal

Regressive compunction 

Thoroughly aloof 

In the aftermath 

Of initial reactive fodder 

Though do please sit it out and wait for the

Accusations & denial

And ever existing doubt

Tipped to the flimsy

Flapping its truth

In reality of the numbed thumbs

The lesson of karmic induction 

The hollow of the ever/never 

Set against the tune of proficiency

In the realm of fucked by your own mode 

And my dearest and nearest attention

Pseudo

Pressurized fissures hiss

Under the duress of an assumed figurehead 

ww-redux

do offer your weakest words

to the healing of flightless birds

encouraging the loss of a binding gag  

where frantic bursts of shrill reminders

sputter out among pressurized dumbfinders

'til the notes settle on 

the intangibility of the dolefully coveted cad

where the self-deluded "wild and free"

vacillate in hollowed strangerly reunion 

forced to witness volumes of insignificant fiction

blow away as ash in the starving of vivifying communion 

the opacity of bliss drenched recollections 

which once flowed steadily in blinding combustible notions 

coating a permeating crown with inner-sight thick as pitch

in a lotus eater's delusion

where witness to this culled chimera 

challenges the now pried eye

back to realities singed sheer and ghostly 

and the coronary passing

laid open pulsing and gushing 

for the commanding and nullifying whipcracked denier

now pushes and pulls and 

eases hand over mouth 

to ensure the palating

of the force-fed numbing and dumbing routine

a religion for the road widen trodders

where moments are seemingly choice

and hearts stop raging

in the turning away from

that which grasps and gasps

buckling forgotten 

amongst lashes of feckless flames

weakest words

in loss of the muted  

where frantic bursts of shrill awareness

sputter out in pressurized cognitive variances

'til the notes settle on

the intangibility of 

coveted caresses

falling short in a hollow 

strangerly hug

speaking volumes

of insignificant fictions 

and denial of vivifying passion

where nothing sticks 

as the bliss drenched recollections 

when the opacity of syrupy notions 

was steady streamed

coating a crown 

to permeate inner sight

lingering long and ecstatic 

now alone in fever fired imaginings 

challenging the prying of eyes

back into betrayed realities

gutted sheer and ghostly 

incapacitated 

sighing in whimpers

where other's moments are choice

occupying of mind 

busying of hands

turning away from

that which grasps and gasps

buckling forgotten 

amongst lashes of feckless flames

Deserter

 a dusky vastness of arid beige

birthed the habitted heads

effigies of a dragged race

elevated through a non-matter

besmirked and luminated in boyscout screen badges

testament to eaches' audience and stake-holders

they set off at speed to an end 

cut from the dreamer's vantage

as neon minions besmirch the approach 

of a singular consciousness

encasing stuffed with writhing echos

sensation of the mundane 

set at incarnadine peaking volumes

where the ligaments ache 

to keep structure in function 

walking the monotonous route

embellished with metaphoric intricacies 

shrilling out the answers 

imperceptible to the ego

though the battle of talking heads 

certain in all their own perception 

with noses pressed hard against tain plated glass

continue to take on cue 

the role best suited for the leeching