Crow
bars would be reason enough
againstthe blinding black-out and
webs of fibre optic trip wire
forming abstract words
behind bars of elusive noise
flesh
is something less than
actiontwist of nature
coils round her head
medusa style
venom in the tongue
they
say it's abnormal
the
way we hammer our heartsviolent as chrysanthemum
her petals are door ways
to why are there so few words
for love
slamming
doors
as
petals retract into clawsof lux chrysanthemum
discipline knot
will open in perfection
on flower farms
the
gunner shoots his beast
when
I wanted plasticidentified as crystal
a natural occurrence
couldn't be so perfect
as a tourist attraction
left to walk home in the gutter
while
I stand at the mirror
confronting
I will not riseto compete with colour
my eyes fix on my spectral twin
he loves me
he loves me not
he loves me
he loves me not
he loves me
he loves me not
he loves me
he loves me not
and
lift every candle
for
damage assessmentand auto review
a broken reflection
of a past life ornamental
without raising fire
through deformed eyes
if
psychic cleansing
is
forced between my lipsI vow to only remember
chrysanthemum
the storm that grew me kills me
distress washed for the high street
and alchemy for a new kick