Monday, 10 September 2012

"Darkness Grasping"

This new face is homely, loving and kind, 
You're Unheimlich, un-nerving, 
I'd choke on anything spoken now. 
We drank last together 
In the same way we slept, 
Just placement and timing made us 
Breathe together, a few moments ~ 
Stolen pictures gazed upon brought half-nightmares again, 
A review of performance, a last twinge of pain, 
Merely discomfitous, a prick from my pillow, 
Your claws enter in me, a hand in the dark 
Took the pain of it away. 
Even dreaming, shared presence is uncomfortable, 
Now I'm certain this isn't your fault, 
You'd rather burn eternally than live in my mind, escapeless. 
I'd rather lose my head to the sword
than lose my reason again in this life. 
Do I hunt you in my dreams? Not at all - 
Just watching - even there, I dare not touch, 
Just observe, and not pursue. 
I will work all this out without an inch of assistance, 
You won't give a barleycorn, I won't give you a mile, 
Won't give you any other things drawn from my path's unfolding, 
Will give the gift of silence, given with a smile.
It's his hand that leads me out of our darkness.
Promises, promises, we kept all but one, 
I promised I would worship you, you were my stars and sun, 
You swore we'd always be friends, that promise is undone, 
My sun has set, the stars fell down, into the stormy sea, 
And it's a healing to my heartsickness to find that I can 
Be without you as my staff I heavy-leant upon,
I'm still, and blessed by moonlight, 
That arose once you had gone. 
I must recall, I don't need your answers,
I don't want to fall into those trances, 
where servitude to you, Dark Elf-Lord,
seems a pleasurable punishment, my stinging reward. 
I wish to walk with meadow-flowers, not drown myself in wine, 
And this is my lot, the love I've got, with eyes and hair so fine, 
A better match than we could have been. 
I hope you're happy for me, but it's hard
to be happy for a man bound in chains, 
Hard to accept your chosen fate, there is no other way about it, 
I doubt we'll speak again, so I spill thousands more
unheeded words, with affection, from my pen. 
I hope you are as happy as I am, I'll trust the Gods to know, 
For where-ever it is that you are, that's where I cannot go.

(8th September 2012)

"Awkward Scrote"

You really were a mis'rable bastard,
not even got half of your own teeth, 
blame another for the problem,
as if it's not solvable by your own hand. 
The sweat of your brow is sour, if it runs at all, 
the sweetness is gone, yet you suck the dry tit, no care 
as Nourisher bleeds, cries pain, begs mercy - 
The greedy child's still wanting 
proof that he's adored - well, must have got mastitis, 
all this love has turned to pus, 
little vampire, I once was willing, now I do as I must.

Strip my own breast, strip down a sick mess, 
Strip my own breast, strip down a sick mess, 
Strip out of my memory the cause of my fear, 
Strip back my mad behaviour to its wholly truthful core.

(18th August 2012)

"Does It For Me"

How'd ye like to be anointed King of Dorset?
Giant soul walks the land in mortal form.

Does it do it for you? Does it? 
Yes, it does, does it for me, 
Does it for me. 

I'll crown you with gold and barley, 
Ring your hands with silver and silk.
How's the dream for the future?

Does it do it for you? Does it? 
Yes, it does, does it for me, 
Does it for me. 

Mister, does it give you pleasure, 
By the pint, buy the pint? 
Master does it thrill you as it does me, 
pure delight, pure delight? 

Does it do it for you? Does it? 
Yes, it does, does it for me, 
Does it for me. 

Does it make the Earth move, 
The whole hillside shifted, 
A chance slip of a hand into another, 
Does it make you as happy as I have become?

Does it do it for you? Does it? 
Yes, it does, does it for me, 
Does it for me. 

Can we stay here forever, as long as 
The barley does grow? 
It does it for me, 
Hope it does it for you, too.

(17th August 2012)

"Melting Snowmen"

Grip the warm woman,
Cold fingers grasp a warm woman, 
Gasp as the warm woman takes you by the hand - 
Know the warm woman, Love her until 
Her heart starts to thaw.

Oh Dear! 
Oh, Dear!
Oh! Dear, 

Loved by her until your body is 
Clawed and ecstatic, erotic-electric, 
Molten magic elastic, 
Melt together, body and spirit as one, 
Full percentage, puzzlement fading, 
Riddles are solved, drip together, 
Filter gently, foment friendship and passion, 
Bugger calculation of folk fashion, 
Thirty-three minutes to curfew, 
Versions never heard, 
Five hundred souls, so many Minds. 
Love is, only what it is, 
Most simple mathematics, 
A satisfied equasion, a 
Pleasured, fulfilled sum of its parts, 
Gestalt happier than before. 
Who was I when I wrote before?

(June 2012)


Sexual molestation of the geriatric population,
seeing inside their weak-strong faith, 
the mirror of my own. 
Their eyes are as those of great lions.

You can be whatever you want to be - 
make the very best, fucking awesome, 
found my name, found my place, 
found my mate for life. 

Old names recycled well, 
garland the well, 
all will be well, 
in a nutshell - 

Got to keep moving forward, 
got to dance with the swell, 
got to sort the fucking shit out, 
or in blood you'll drown - 

Will you ride 'mongst the ship of fools' poor crew, 
land-bound 'gainst rising tide, 
or strike forth, lost and blind, 
in a coracle, terrified, brave? 

Lost in pubs is dreaming, really should 
be scheming on some sacred saint-like theme, 
but sleep is ever temptful, life tires as long as it lasts, 
is a little indulgence harmful, to balance up the past?

Merripen, Jennipen, it's an oscillating battlesnake, 
a dwarf and a bloody great giant, 
a single grain in time makes a field, 
fractal means of a rune, 
recursive, progressive, I know you know this tune.

(June 2012)