When your hand bleeds
I lap glass from your veins
Crunched desires & loneliness
Squealing into the night's void
Tremours from a broken eye
Your darkness a silent reproach
Your beastie rings
As they break in flames
From within, beg but don't stoop
Rags everywhere, threads
A midnight crossroads without lights
Tweak my heart, chop it
As I knock, knock & knock
on a ramshackled shed
With featherless hens inside
Half furious, half compassionate
See the waste, the damage
One, second, third, another
Their wounds gaping out round
As they gather here
Souls not burnt out yet
On a string hanging from a secret purpose
As they stare and pretend
They don't, the horror, the horror!
Of dumped lives
Masked in candy wrappings
In a park promenade
Behind their invisible tears
Lurking, praying, sighing
Endless hours, patiently wilting away
I have seen you, heard you, smelt you
Made for the nearest shop
To get some Christmas dynamite
To blow myself up
To erase the panoptical boom of hope
From my memory
Ambition of logs laid off
At a ghost town station
Pointers pointing nowhere
But at each other
Emptiness salted by good intentions
For you wanted a saviour
But harnessed a devil in a space shuttle
A slow taster of blood
Languid enchanter of glasses ringing in ears
