Choose

Some hearts are so split open

You see bleeding in dying eyes

Others get so badly burnt

They taste bitter char on blistered kiss

Some have a lust so vanquishing

You feel them beat their sensuality to death

Others with a lust so debilitating

They stumble in shadowed feelings and miss.

Some with a love so desperate

You smell them in their foetid fear

Others with a love so disfiguring

They hold their faith in a knot wizened fist.

She owns hate to keep
her company; Scorn to keep
her warm; Fear to keep
her lonely - safe from being harmed.

You choose.

Fade...

Heart! O heart! if she'd but turn her head,
You'd know the folly of being comforted.- W.B.Yeats

A memory lost – abandoned?

an ideas catch? - for proof

thoughts out-muscle keys,

broken - open wide

piercing monster eye

green - laser point

cuts pasts wounds…

an opaque
membrane’d veil

blocked thoughts escaped;

bleeding nostalgias gum

secreting into soiled bones.

Thick scar white; heavy

glued to grasp and

anchor aches fast ,

   in hollowed chests.

She; seen - denim jeaned

diablo back dressed

in cascade coils of

corn-silk blonde
face hidden –

gavel hearted
called her name

she turning in seducement swathe,

the same: “Yes… do I know you?”

Mouth spilled again

‘I'm sorry ?’ waif-ted from her lips

'Oh! Sweetie I think…

you might mean -my mum.

‘I'm so sorry…’ stumbled in

grey'd

bricks from my mouth.

Thoughts collapsed
tube light,

pin tight encircled by 

life’s warm red shadow...

              it had - begun to 

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