hush.

the rain is thinking of you today.

distorting the milk of morning twilight
as it pours the blue discharge
across dirty mint green carpet
up stale bedsheets
creating halos around
the moles on your back.

and I drift through life
a petrol bomb thrown
in slow motion
a galaxy of umbers following me
to break the greasy surface
of the ocean...

abandoned cars bleed rainbows of bile
that seep into the gutters
lined with sick.
wooden gates moan in the wind
like moss-laced mothers
cradling their dying sons.

I always came back
following the trail of gravel moths
my steps would leave in your wake
flicking the debris of their wings
into my eyes...
spelling out words across my pupils

"stay... come back... don't go..."

blinded.
frantically crashing into train windows.

all these things never said...

filthy words etched
in public bathroom stalls.


his bones crack
like sour porcelain
as he lifts a cheap cigarette to his lips
the dried spit at the corner of his mouth
crumbles
like his yellowed
unbrushed teeth.
you'd swear he'd been chewing
on dead canaries
singing rancid whiskey songs
of old, pock marked widowers.

in my sleep
scratching hooks out of my skin


murmuring...

no...

no.


I often awoke from dreams
of being buried
with sand still filling my mouth and lungs
my hands like shrivelled carnations
with neon blue blood
trickling.
tricking down the tremoring window panes...


the chair he sits in
whimpers like a broken woman
at the first movement he's made
in hours.
the light from the High Definition T.V set
stains the cigarette smoke
blood red... forget-me-not blue...
a carnival of fucked up souls
as it curls around his nose
cluttered with black spots.

he sits alone.

staring.

sand softly spilling out
onto the ketchup stained couch..


my heart chants most nights.
seeping bitter words to him
like an infected wound
pouring onto delicately exposed tissue;

stopbreathing.

stopbreathing.

stopBREATHING.



...hush.

the rain has you in mind.
as it tenderly distorts the view from your window.

yes. the rain is thinking of you today...



but I am not.