Shins bruised and bleeding,
coruscating.
Black armoured hologram,
intoxicated avatar.
Firing dagger eyes,
mouth on a cheese grinder,
red blood on blue tiles,
drying.
A flushed face sleeping,
anger simmering.
Dreaming dead, dreaming.
Dead dreaming, dead.
Skull cracking, infarction,
jaw aching, teeth protruding,
passed dry lips.
Willingness to be media marionettes,
series of novelty sunsets,
sundown.
Negative mind forms,
within black fogs.
Thickest spider web,
blinded of any vision.
Blackness for blackness sake,
trade in illegal billions.
Stumbling in shadows, around mirrors,
save for occasional light flashes,
in the mire of speech,
of a slurry trough.
Only wanting bad of the good,
glacial, gradual,
misunderstood.
Over bridges, through forked roads,
battling nausea.
Palest skin, pocked, veneer-like,
stretched like a tarpaulin,
over an asymmetrical frame.
Bent out of shape,
with strategic alliances,
four faces.
Enslaved by the written word.
Walking stilted,
vulnerable to the carrot
and the stick,
eager to please.
Desire to default, into the black
on the roulette wheel,
hope in a decor of despair.
Black nights, favouring a black filter,
a black prism on everything,
no light around the edges,
an evil in alcohol.
Scuffed and scraped,
cut silver tongues from heads,
to fashion into the valueless,
with blacksmith’s hammers.
Negative jealous ways,
cloths discolouring,
disfiguring, that which is surrounding.
Blackest heads, hiding personal
anxieties and stress.
Deplorable conditions of some estates.
Perturbation, inverted thinking,
dried out, ethanol-soaked eyeballs, blinking.
Shot out through,
the barrels of both eyes.
Dried white paint smeared,
on red brick walls.
Peering out of closing eyes,
seeing identical products of consciousness.
Insecure, howling laughter,
choruses swinging, through black vines,
one after the other,
through crowded floors.
Professing hatred through,
pint glasses,
animated on sticks.
Went nuts on Christ.
Titillating each other, conversationally,
through sweats of devious joy.
To reach oblivion before,
waking from a coma,
Saturday morning.
Bulging blood vessels,
on oval, white eyeballs,
weeping yellow tears.
Illegal traffic entertaining,
the most odious, initiated by the blackest
of goats and palest stablemates.
Plotting personal gains,
oxidising within range.
Spying,
bitching,
cat-scratching,
evil-minded laughing.
Tongues clashing against teeth,
over-biting,
gnawing on mathematics.
Rounded around cores
of hot coals.
Endless sheets of metal indented,
mirroring motion
not as intended.
Kept separate with lies,
lies kept separate.
Spoilt from birth,
dragged over sharpened poles,
stretched taut,
a skeleton, resisting acute changes,
weeping from the largest organ.
Whiteheads forced to bleed.
External stimuli only providing,
lukewarm widening of the mouth.
Partial revealing of the perception,
of imperfect teeth.
Too many sharpened, in one mouth,
to blunt threat or bludgeon competition,
consigning deep rooted insecurities,
to dungeons and dead homing pigeons.
The inside of the skull,
scalded to the bone, around red eyes
and sinusitis.
Raw latent triggers,
tender to the touch.
What if all foes were friends?
Light, greyish in colour,
around the shading
of the pupils
of closed eyes.
Gazing back through an eyeglass
clearing with the breeze,
revealing a clearing,
past to present time.