atmosphere (a thinktank)

 i like becoming one

with the shadows

fanning the grass

that doesent grow

lifting the soil

of mind to greater furrows

the moon white pale moon

a dewy stone to waves

i go after

these days i go alone

and never suffer

unless needed

to never slaughter

some ripe corns chance to grow

or rapidly rape an ember

to become shot through

urethra

into uterine houses aglow

knocking on the seraphim line

between the back and front

main line ill read the pamphlet later

assail the mountain as if i know

the haunted graves that crows look after

concevied and based at such a note

so vile and quite ghastly gangbangers

bankrobbers seem to comfort

poverty in the lily snow

i build a snowman

with some coal

to add some

brighter features

but back to glandular

fevers and kettle

pops at two,cmon

man lets get our shit together

before it blows

the second angel had a mangled

crescent leperous growth

she was a dancer with disease

she spread dipthyrmia on your

heart and put your syphilitic kness

on and off edge with unease

the first a girl

an angel

if certain

things could glow

all i can remember graveyards

get buried rise and go

that means deaths quite a disaster

to the bitter dungheap pastures

a flirt

some angle

in curtains

backroom rain

rainy snow

othello the bitterest of spaniards

iagos the greatest of companions

a great lacerated tumour grows

the hedges,eternity unearths

a few

abortions bitter trees

tangly snakes

to choke on vomit driveways

is that to come

or go

as i fade into

my tussock library

on a Friday

leagues to roam