

Eternal Rocks Beneath…From that first waltz to this last kiss: antithesis to bliss…Eternal Rocks Beneath
Sandpaper beard bristling
my cheek, lips (once so fiercely kissed).
sparking forgotten lust.
Mouth parted I taste your torment.
Abysmal dungeon.
I had not sought you there
this last time (Chance
flaring forbidden lust).
Buried in groping depth
your arms
eclipsed me.
As they had in a past time. Grey smile avoiding My eyes. Words drowned
in choking silence &n


MementoRegrets queue to greet me A chain of turned-away eyes Rejected lovers long-since-hurt friends long-since-lostMemento
Cracked mirror shows less each day ‘till I wonder I can see anything at all
Even the sticky sickening drip drip of my palma-violet-poetry can’t cool the
condemning blow of each drunken creation rising of each monstrous dead-love stare each a
Slow-suicide masquerade.
[Far beyond the pink of morning falling fie


Caffeine vampire...Caffeine vampire perched, Sucking life from crusted coffee mugs.Caffeine vampire...
Sly fairy lights of city nights Twinkled through his reflection; As the glutton moon frowned down
on purple tinged trees.
Stars etched in musty condensation Foretold futures of strange frustration…
Best give up,
Watching brake-lights speed to distance, Yellow fingers clutching china, Waiting for mourning.


Prelude to Blackberry PickingI drank a world through jaded eyes, Faith fucking me to distraction. Waking each deafening morning [not to the stale-cookie-scent of your quick breath next to mine but] to sounds of my own silent judgement. …Strange lullabies of Catholic guilt…Prelude to Blackberry Picking
Lips painted robin red [as your strawberry-sticky fingers would have been each june]. My morals wear short skirts now - loose attempts to hide [your absence]: Guilt seems paler in a whore’s disguise…
I was told There are flowers also in Hell. I march with some [not to your grave - no stone was
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The truth is rarely pure and never simple.
("The Importance of being Earnest", Oscar Wilde)
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-Strüco.
[Metapoet and 'dirty photographer'.]
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its not too late to become what you were meant to be
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