Smelt.

Death.
By the rhine....
Death,
It saw my carcass weep...
Death,
It took me far away into clotted sight.
Images, blood wiped
Pristine.

About a girl.

Where are you today?

In a purple estranged whim?

Orange-red skies mock two old lakes..

of parched golden wrinkles..

Green parrots...sea gulls..madness.

and sparkling Fenny.

Selling echoes of "you".

Craze.

It's a year of blackholes and stars.

You get stellar overtones;

I get Blackholes and Bars.

Slabs of helpless indignance

Of your bashing scorn 

and tolls I paid in your indifference..

Those smiles, torn

In sea and mud

Of gaping plaintiffs

and pockmarked trenches.

Sao Paulo...

Sometimes,

When u say the least and I don't listen...
I don't listen at all?

Sometimes,

On a windy rhapsody.

To Nothingness.

Kernels of harmonious drift,

Humming gurgling peace..
and 
Weeds croaking at sunshine.

Blame, it leered..
Over that stunned prologue,

Of a silted bank,
and

The streaming light 

Of shouldered guilt

In the burnt blur;

It festered.

Hushed flights of grasshoppers,

and buzzing lightnings,

Past the lost lucidity,

Watching those pollen squeal

So quiet, yet.

The Inner Light drifted in soundness..

just like he'd sung lullabies..

Daylight, it died today.

Night, disappeared.

Floating in clouds,

Floating in cries.

Marbled..

Forget Me not spoke?

Pure Virtuoso....

And Bright that pale brute white man..

Stamping the clefts of Red rubber light..

Stretched.. running alone a stark naked noon.

It struck twelve.

Shutting those polished eyes

Over hot metal asphalt

Muffled, inconspicuous in Sepia dust..

It slept in that cold, raw halo

Bedded grave of the voiceless morn..

In stabs of heels.

Stitched across shoes .. 

Shoes shying their neat dirt..

Conjuring indifference of a red tinted..

Hallmarked moss

Rusted... which shone..

At a Bald foetal night..

Bald of people.. so few..

It saw..that lichens now spoke too..

Agitated in sheer happiness..

Reflected in mirrors .. after mirrors .. after mirrors..

Of blue bandage smiling over golden rye..

Hoodwink in rivulets of Cellophane napkins..

Disposed trash... that touched the ashen wound..

Appearing puddles in senseless human eyes..

Oh, it's terrifying...!!!

So terrifying!

Forty Past Twelve, it struck

Invaluable flair

Of that bare disgusted stare...

In each frescoed footprint!

If only they knew.. 

If only they knew...

Of a blinded odyssey

so Cruel. 

Mannequin..

Poppies of December last;
Haunting screaming..
If only he knew how terrified I was..
If only he knew that daunting ramble..
If only he knew those visions bygone..
If only he knew how I crawled..
and bawled every morning
Every night..
every sight that caught my scarf's
Wringing rancid warmth..
that choked and clung..
With each breath that hung on more
and more...
And More..
to my lips;
Waxing them with vapours of the last few
Sights of You.