time is the chisel machinating
all these angles and designs
from the flophouse
to the farmhouse
to the penthouse
to the shrine
heaven
like gear beneath fingernails
heavening beyond the modest veil
heaven
whenever i lay on your chest
heaven
only in past tense
helmet, ray-bans, facial mask
skin is now in high demand
sunscreen left up on the shelf
asking questions of the self
is it to inconvenience man
or stop us from getting a tan?
can’t catch rays in an ambulance
it won’t let in the light
is this to strip our human rights?
are anti-maskers full of shite?
can anti-vaxxers be pro-life?
can we concur on our divide?
monday morning
aching eyes
suit and tie
mask is slipping
force a smile
an adequate
amount of time
meaningless
personified
love was never an abstraction
could not be laid to rest
for love was never born
but forgotten by the morn
or soured and stuffed with scorn
so don’t be shy of your inaction
do not cry for what is lost
for love is just around the corner
behind the curtain
in the dresser drawer
to be found, but not reborn
i am the first stretch in the morning
the first drag of your cigarette
i am the love you can’t deny
the sharply drawn breath
i am the sweat upon your brow
the gravity that holds you down
i am the anchor in the port
the decanter’s sediment
i am the earth ambling around
the sun, for fun, i’m infinite
oh little emperor
born with blue blood
basted in gravy
born with green envy
in an amber room
oh little emperor
this hand you’ve been dealt
could only be felt by your fathers
the weight of the boulder of sisyphus
upon your pygmean shoulders
when you grow bolder, iniquitous
when you grow older meet syphilis
a swollen piggie lays dead on the floor
a little emperor – no more
it’s just like love and light alike
to burn a hole right through my brain
induratized my heart before
and bolted bolts and shackled locks
a human chain outside my door
sad and supine, stay inside
and lay, i lay, upon the floor
afar a distant brontide’s brooding
but what is near is oh so soothing
hand in hand we’ve been out walking
in summers glade, my heart alight
and lay on beds of mushroom flowers
through autumn dusk and winter showers
inside your room, alone, together
rain gently pattering outside
steady as the stream of words
i heard you speak your weight in gold
mine could make your blood run cold
while you sit sighing all your sighs
i count the rings around your eyes
cursed all that i’ve done to upset you
deemed ever dawning day a blessing
from the day when i first met you
i’ll invite you round to beam that smile
when the lekky meter’s drained
it’s just like love, your love, your light
to burn a hole right through my brain
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