lavatory

 how much does the rose decay

set inside the lid of the lavatory

how much heat can loves bubble

touch and break equal symmetry

how much dark in light could be

hid;deep within a wound in time festering

lingering drawing in the dull day through

closed blinds,closed eyes closed stress closed inscape

closed mind

the deepest sin is fear

of oneself and whom absorbs

eternitys tears but dark?

which laceratious words pierce

anything but skindeep hearts

stopping beats one cadence off

empty trashcan lids dirty tampons

used for microcosm of lust spent

comiserated rotten vegetables

and a copy of blake to celebrate

you

1;every realtionship starts on trainwheels

directed coalmine towns extravagant

vagrants wandering far from clutha

every life is directed and misled

and brought to ends in epiphanies

of its own destruction

to every individuals own void

each a narrative to get stuck in

around misty treetops

hoodie wearing teens

and chipped country

pipes,electric gnawing

sounds night interlude

wistfully ignorant people

with matchstick tongues

and nothing on

not a sentence to

hang a phrase upon

not a single jab at oblivion

get the jab oblivion

obviously

obey every order

walk the piroqquette

parade of shadows beckoning

your sad soul

your soiled self

your utterly miserable life

is random and im disintegrating

in tandem with the veiled envoi

of antivaxer stratrum obsessed with the

mispelt pamphlets theyre handing

out to the granny next to them with miserly teeth

that chatter verbatim vibratem

commemorate em o holy gum gods

every leaking waste basket can lead

to dysenterys close and lepers vale

today tommorows people fail

2;love me like a monsoon

then toss me aside like im

used to;every bitter tear

like wind shall resume

to this bitter

feeling

bitter tear

peeling

staring me

down the aisle

every sweatdrop swearing

its a dewdrop

a new way to procreate

the reality we are consuming

has approved of my wedding day

the date is coming

the day of death

the day of hay

fever and loss of breath

take the train to rejected feeling

3:ill meet you at the station to pick you up

ill listen to you talk but wont say a word

ill listen and nod and not think once upon

a thing ive heard,ill make love with the look

of interest that invests and traps you on my hook

ill live a life a long misty isle well enogh considered

but small enough to not matter or figure

in any thing youve heard and never thing twice

about the way i feel free when we are together

tough and tumble tilt touch take your ticket

hear the cricket moan

tAKE TEN TABLETS DAILY

two trifles maybe

i just want to say

the grass is mown

the birds can see

the trains progress

and i feel free