Insurgent

Like a breakdown
Collapsing minewards
Nature abhors a void

It feels unnatural

Without you
Like bird without song
Like cat without dissent
(the list goes on)

Imploding on fat abstraction

Folding open
The kitchen table
Leeching the blood
Of flower sozzled lovers
Sniffing dew on the temple floor
Slitting the air
For a seasoned vixen
To have and to hold
In an intimate heap
To keep as you say as you want as you wish
What fresh face to misunderstand is this?

Here he comes
The sunseed kid on a snow white donkey
He’ll spit shell in your eye
As you close-up for the kiss
Sniping for peace bang-bang
And fucking for virginity

I walk the land of the broken rose

I’ll hold your hand as you lead me by the nose
(Love grows where my rosemary goes 
and nobody knows it like me)
She must be made of cowslips
She must be made of salt
She must be made of spit and birdsong
Feather cut like suzi quatro
Pollen dusted as a bee
I believe in vats of angels
Running wild and fancy free
dancing in a hurricane

It stops hurting and starts being painful

It stops being painful and starts excruciating
It stops excruciating and starts killing
It stops killing and becomes nothing
It becomes nothing and then it goes on
It goes on and on like freefall in blackout
Like a leaf without a bud
Like a death in the ocean
Like the silence of god.