unacknowledged, angry, body parts will walk you off a plank.

, let lack take the edges, watch smoke choke the core.

the pavement tracks currency, petals and concrete spell the love you pull from me.

life on the hall table, shrine for the lost and the waiting.

the glitter was in your sun, your orbit the anchor of my solar system.

from the depths residues coagulate.

dark brown salt. it's taken my finger prints, this last bottle.

i hear you sleeping behind the paper-wall. screens move this way or that way to keep secrets between us.

the seizure yields, light cracks the hump and you remain.

today's stony dark wind speaks to the ache in my bones.

we found neon and kink, fantasised metropolis, engineered every unnecessary component.

courage is bravado and tenacity.

life's centrifuge pushes colour to the margins, a blue spectre of longing.

what is secured by a thin metal rod, things not grappled with here, things we have yet to let go off.

not the high wire act, nor the knife thrower. maybe the floor sweeper.

in this neat transaction, function suspends balance, but sideways the wind takes the soul.

comfort in the unswept corner past glory webbed from the wind.

fluff buffers hard knocks, absorbs hours of uncertainty.

the dreaming chamber distends, the fall is erratic.

the industrialist's collection winks back.