Ugly christs peer through nailed spaces,
Flesh ripened on idealist meat hooks.
Con-gregation staring in pious devotion,
Ravenous spirit starved faces,
Famished minds consuming works of friction,
Symbols of submission choking scrawny necks.
We count spent prophets into fil

They're crawling all over my mind
Sunrise
They're crawling all out of my mind
Sunrise
There's only so much advantage for the taking
I've been buried here for years

For I am dripping with stars

Once golden shower of sparks pouring in and out
Shattering every da

So, he's hurrying demons
From their seats around the circle,
Hastening to complete that ritual
Before fraught return of day.

All this haste has crowded his cranium,
Tenanted now by poison voices,
Relocated revenants roar.

White noise blasted black,
Never again

I find my mind wandering aimless
Weighted heavy by a mushroom cloud miasma
Of stolen micturations and rotting leaves
A mouth like a storm drain
Teeth caked with the soils and cast-offs of autumn
Gargling through a slough of interrupted dreams

The colour here is nondescr

We watched rain hammer the good weather, and waited for the end to start. Sparks flew from chains dragged in servitude, watching colours fail and brightness turn to programmed dusk. While tears burnt tracks in cold stone, all future to disappear beneath layers of sorrow. Stone-clad solitude / ra

Once upon a time there was a lady of no repute,
One miss crow, who, by force of a certain stranger,
Had engaged in violent night-time actions, against her very will.

Resulting from this invasion came,
An aberration of desperation, a horror in all but name,
A stoop-backed bo

The moon pushed the sun down the spiral-staircase of time
Bright neck broken, twisted beyond repair
So now there's only darkness standing there
Arms outstretched/predatory parasite
Vacant light
From the tunnel of night.

It's colder here since the war, all colours took o

He's a man of the world, but his is a small world,
Being a world whirled and whipped inside a filth caked skull.
All a dalliance in delusion, all dreamed down in narcotic seclusion,
He peeps all askance through all and sundry;
Three dimension unreality his fourth dimension play-d

Silence shattered like ice, incipit rage in myriad voices of the wind
All light now absent as the banshees howl
No solace in the maelstrom.

-Even the sun's afraid to rise around here-

It's ice cold as far as the eye can see
Relentless winter restraining the new mourning r

This life is but an echo of a lost broadcast,
Our voices and our loves,
Just as crackles in static.

I don't want to be left behind here;
When all my others have become as music...

Rough pencil scrawls of what could have been...
Bright flowers there were
I somehow couldn't catch their scent it seemed
-colours weren't quite right...?
A fumbled tickle of summer sandblasted by the jackbooted night

Sun went down/moon rose
We basked in the whitewash so

Nothing now but cages and railings
All topped with barbs
Even the weather's apologetic
Sees no rhyme or reason
All exits barred now
Love left lonely, gave way to the grave
Left my smile somewhere on the journey between that and loss

The walls of another god's house

It's death worship, all of it
Your gods wheeling above
Spiralling down into the pit of pathetic carrion you call life
Admonishing the vultures to tear away
Your fears with the promise of a better death
You are already rotting
Every one of you
Nothing but slurry cloggi

Cleaved of hoof and shorn of mane
You can keep your shrines, no matter shape or size
There's nothing here for me
I'll happily quaff all your spirits

Bleed your coffins dry
Used my nine lives across nine days / nine nights
Now I just wait for the fires
Reduce me back

So we forge onward through lonely valleys of pious pretense.
No healthy prophets encountered outside these steely inquisitor's eyes.
No men of any monotone god we could stand proud beside.
They and their gilt-riddled baubles cast onto the blazing temple pyres,
Holy whore houses p

I won't just steal your thunder, I'll have your lightning as well.
As crushing blow of hammer, annihilating those grating steeple bells. As hairline cracks to fragments!
Standing up on high, spraying golden rain down on to the waiting faces of you pious, worthless swine...
Hear my se

I've never been a pillar of society
Quiet the opposite in fact
A plyer of insults
A place marker on the path of least resistance
Nothing more
A face in a crowd, but a crowd behind Bedlam's bars
Providing a barbed laugh for the wealthy
A grinning, dry target for their

Awoke from typhlotic silence. Awoke from mind inearth. Conscious enveloping, sick feat over. To the shock of the white-coated, I returned undefeated from whence others fear to tread. Time to fling another barrage at desideratum... Last rites retracted.
So I'm trying to remember where I was w