If I'm gone for a day or two
You're not to care.

Like chewed up bits of you on
Slow spinning plates,
I just don't mind old smells,
I just don't mind at all.

I'd prefer no child sounds
From that gummed hole
And no excuses
For leaving me alone with
Half the world in my bed.

Deference and indifference
Become skills and ways
To kill small pieces of
Friendly neighbourhood smiles.

A bath requires a kettle boiled
Soiled hands that don't shake
Tiny mouths that won't break open
When all of this, all of you
Aren't enough
To erase my cleanliness.

Upstairs I'm hiding and filing away
Dead fishes in salt dipped fissures
Of deep digging fingers.

If I'm to find cure and reason
For such conniving treason you'll be the
First, to see these tear dunked pages.

Birthday girls and sliding men
On manmade hills leave me alone to tend
To a certain sadness.

For at the end of that special day
I can't find my friend, I can't find my friend.

If sad songs won't do it anymore
Then I'm not sure what you're looking for
There's something in this
Late night kiss and emptiness that resists
And defies my attempts to fail
At you.

I tread concrete streets and treat myself
With kind words and surreptitious glances
At other people's romances, such
High-strung love faces touch
Sometimes, and then stop.

It's decadent and at my detriment
To celebrate; yet my heart grows fuller
And more bold with each hand hold,
Each soft word that drips into my ear
Makes me spill both warm and cold air
And fills, fills.

Fly back from your megafauna continent
Spill melting butter bread from your hands

I'll just keep finding tall bankers
And stay in my bunker til you take back
What you said about me and happy accidents

I'm crouched in a dark place and eyeing off finches
Which flinch and flicker their strange tongues in my face.

If I could stop leaking and walking into walls
I might even be loved some day
Throw my hands away
And be satisfied with cold stumps that prod and point
In your direction.

Inside my shy mind-eye I bicker and cry
Refuse food and curse my father
Grow bitter tasting plants to rub on your ailments
And let my sore dish fingers peel their layers off
Into lukewarm soapy waters.

But at night
I see large arms emerging from the bed
And from the sheets
Limbre toes from perfect feet
Form intricate braids inside my sleepy head.

You're less haunted now
When I'm saying hello
And plaiting your digits
With interest, building up some breeds
Of investment
Love-mucked monies
And personal assessment.

Tonight it storms.

It's just me and some crystals dulling each other
Perhaps I should
Offer them not as token
Of some sacred meaning or opaque dreaming
But as trace, as gleaming teeth
Might beam at another lover
In a silkscreen scene
That I let air every now and again.

Expendable, commendable
Your sheepish ability to break
Fourteen people
Stuns.

Nothing but loyal and toe-sucking
Fuckers trying to make your life
Easier, cheesier.

Meanwhile your heart is harder than
Your stupid fucked little animal ornament shit things