nothing story (milton)

 approach the jacketed night

buttons of lead a grimace

proving who you are

is limitless: to 13 simple lyrics

undying unhearing

simply being

with you is 

nerve-racking unerring

desolate point of view

but ive met a ghost 

or two

withinthis planet

socket rats that crawl upon

\time 

to die is to become

immortal

brethless-every one 

the stab of dark is ill set upon

a million burning stars

can do no wrong

that is not willed

upon the trodden ground

that earth to breath subsumed

is filled with dread

enclosed 

let me describe this hell wherin i roam

what light of day shines mettalic 

shining on these tombs

!; an open door

tragic light

greeted me at birth

a gasp from doctors

dr slop comes

to mind /whats found

im finding interesting i hanging

pleasantly by a rope at 16

pick up my pencil

and turn inward 

to look around

every frosty crevice

brick wall martyrs

portsmouth riots 

dead puritans 

start a cricket beggar

song

that gives my neck rickets

despised upon

the wood around Milton

no rain a cab

i must be waiting

sliced thoughts

a womb this world

awakening light

no razor blade

to cut my curly hair

a nazarite

i forgot

we massacred somewhere

2;deprived of light i grasp

for white in black is all i see

i tumble over

toss and jump around 

the muddy pond

a toad there waits for me

as i come on

the black eye oak dillates

its song

a croaky voice then hesitates

to say come in the waters warm

as i wonder thoughts alloted

in my compass,john the martyr or the Beatle

was beat to timeticking ripping eyeball drone

as i submerge i feel not quite myself

a lonely country road

where noone looked

or lived the light is swirling

soon now even that is gone

as i see the train of life

-------

symbiosis linked in chains deranged captives

in cells the media circuts reporting germs at work

no bank holidays a change of work

for which weve longed

bioorganic fleshy rusted...recounted its hard both to describe and tell

but it amounted to

all that i can longly ramble on 

they were stuck at home

euthanised in their own hell

-------------------

i came out

as a withered

womb

to say

rescue those who

resume

this dismal play

i will be stuck on the page

untill some person looking on

shall whisk away 

its dreams

that waking find us pay

for mistakes were making

within the day

that leaves in dirt

the full furlonged dismay

at waking

whistful with a rusted spoon

walking to the ghastly tombs

to think or pray

that past may reek its corpse

residue

for we who wait for dead

that girl

untill the day

this lonely town

the dream resumes

bottleneck slender

white milkman hair

a soft drink vendor

is just awake 

to give an ending 

give or take