My day connects me to this Wall.

Filled up inside, too big to pass

Through that secret door.

This is where I’ll live,

This is where I’ll lie.

It’s all the same to me,

Scratching skin or itching sin.

Unbearable without me?

Your my movie shadow,

And you’re unfuckably dim.

 

I’ll start again,

I’ll send my son,

But I’d spear myself before his pure blood-run.

Not to say God ain’t wise.

But did he live outside

Of the book’s lines?

I guess he sold out,

Becoz Time never flies.

“Get back to the woods”

I heard it say,

Lay me down and retaliate <edit> . . . . . through the K.

Until I make the floor rise to lifted knee,

I’ll atrophy here, But I want your pity.

 

In a suit of leaf,

In a crumpled heap,

A skin of sunburnt mud,

A hole in my chest not so deep,

Swallowing dirt with an open jaw,

Sucking Mother Green through a nasal straw,

Like a dirty word.

Just $2 of product

That’ll throw itself off the empire shelf,

So spit me out, and return my sprinkled earth,

When fingers delved deep,

When eyes that stared not, felt.

 

Open up your science tree,

That’s what we call life in the land of the free.

Short and black,

A coffee of clouds in a calm urban tea,

Tip back your head,

Come inside with me.

 

Surrounded by Love’s whispering winds,

Like a brother’s flowing love - a map left

With disco pride, without degree.

A warm horizon blows this way,

Won’t meet with my damp-rotten hangin’ T,

Crinkled tight with a promise of thee.

But I’m gettin’ off track.

Oh no! This is the way - dumb zealot <edit> head,

Over-full but under-fed.

Alright Love, think you can hold me back?

 

Loyalty in space, not time,

Unfreeze my soul and melt my mind.

I know you’ll keep that Garden for me,

When you hear my Adam I taste your Charlotte-Eve.

A music sent through a vital look, begs me ask.

That’s OK, the boyfriend took.

The one with the balls and the one with the four-skins <edit>,

If I was like him then I wouldn’t write your name

In hot shower-steam pain.

We’ll get back to the Garden one day,

I’ll keep the poetry - you’ll need the faith.

It’s too strong to write down,

Too deep to shake,

I want to fall together,

This time see excitement pour off my face.

 

Dad was there.

He seen it all go down,

Even when Mum broke her hymen of secrecy

On criminal ground,

Punching through water-wells of bliss.

You can tie me up serpent,

But I make you hiss.  

 

 

 

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