The clouds clamping down tightly around the raging sea

An energy so realistic as the layers swing like sequins winking beneath the fire

Of a once grand chandelier

Take an axe to the belly of your boat and I hope you can’t swim I hope you don’t float

Let’s rendez-vous come the length of noon at whichever horizon we happen to reach

First and then play who can stay weightless the longest

As we pass the burden born from the deepness of nowhere in a cyclical motion the

Only warm place left lies at the bottom of an escalator

Does it seem we’ve forgotten how to offer ourselves? Descending further and further

Into nicotine tanned chests

Rush for a heaven hanged by the emergency red cable swaying in the breeze through

The poorly insulated woodchip walling

Teen helpline call centre switchboards flicker violently ruby red like christmases gone

Wrong ever further

One can hardly see above the parcels, puss and puppy fat we rap our moisturised

Murderous mitts around thirstily

Poor perfect me long lost in a flaky portrait

The disturbing depths of an oil drenched surface thick and ridiculing anything that

Scrapes across the foreground

Varnish the vantage point a rosy wash whatever the cost it’s worth sitting behind

Buildings

Speckled beige and rain eroded

This wireless intrudes yet again

Obnoxious, self suppressive screaming stubbled jaw line mind the step and head butt

The low beam bridging the pillars of the palace

The moat flows slowly around the mound of melting plastic romances

Vital figures and head shots

Mythical magnets enticing moulded plates of tin dented in a peculiarly pretty pattern

Huddled and holding hands around a dusty dry keg we stayed there squabbling and

Still awaiting orders from a pill infested and unhealthily over weight absent apparent

Maker

An eyebrow raising situation of love if ever one came rolling our way clean swiping

Heads from thin and tired shoulders

Protruding through last-seasons essentials this is the coldest I’ve been since rising up

And climbing off the empty side of the lushes leaves we lied entwined upon kind of

Like blind lovers might do in an old bronzed novel

The unnerving silence clings like bile

To the inclining sides of the city gates

Take an axe to the belly of your boat and I hope you can’t swim I hope you don’t float