1. Black Rumination

Sparse beneath the crest in savage
Graceful throws subjugates of the gallery parade.
Burnished by the lunar scope
Secrets steps of quiet art
Churn about a poison isle
Whose patron waits and watches
From a cruel claw of basalt
A ponderous funeral stone

And in the blackened breach before
It thunders around the the throne

Cast his presence, His essence a Winter repose
Fronds extending, a whisper in the folds
Of eyes in the dark
Shoals vast and brooding
They study his thoughts
They mimic his motion
Dread forms from echoes in blood
Shapes call the night to align them
In one, a stranger to light
Black rumination
Dark mouths in perishing prayer
Surround a spire of dissention
Arcane – the withering throne
Black rumination
Tides to his coronet
A surf that teems with sly creation
Apparitions lithe and pacing
The brow is furrowed deep
A nature searing in the humours
Honing furies from the edges
Dead minds feed this aberration
Swathed in tears
In ocean tinctures
Never sated for horror, for decay
His sculptures adoring
The channel of their rage

Dread forms – His thoughts are cold and still
A solemn vision in the water
A soured confidence and
They work about the throne
In fervent circles, stern and ceaseless
A wilderness dilating

2. Becoming Host

In shifting I watch the flies gather over this picture like a sheath
Wrap their lips around its secret and deceit
Suck the light from my eyes and burrow beneath my skin
And when it called I let it in
Swallow your soul and cut a hole right into you
They shudder and shake and cut a road
A body that lay like a stone stargazing now
Shivers with life of its own
Make me a host
Make me a palace, parasite
Pull out the walls of my world
And build me anew
Build me from your antipathy
Shameless, complete and unfurled
A most becoming host
There's no pain here – a strange salvation to find
All confusion is simply traffic on these wires
Only hunger like a furnace
Only longing in the chaos
Gaps that burn with contemplation
Blister and split with a new infectious greed
A most becoming host
Swallow your soul
And cut a hole right into you
They shudder and shake and cut a road
A body that lay like a stone stargazing now
Shivers with life of its own
Make me a host
Make me a palace parasite
Pull out the walls of my world
And build me anew
Build me from your antipathy
Shameless, complete and unfurled

3. Ecdysis

Slave
Awake in the tumult
Bray
Bold for a lost sun
Here
In the gut of the tempest

Chains
Wither away
And in this incarnation
The storm has sent it forth a
Slave
To boil back with a dark love
Rage
In ceaseless cycle
A mantra
To bide into curses
And break open
On the caustic current
And in its deconstruction
The storm has fashioned it
A son – Quake, stoop
Such things hang about his shoulders
Shimmers of Perdition

Caught between brush strokes and the oil
Shake, Grow
Feed upon your burdens
For, beneath that fragile colour
A pearl in the friction slows

Wave – you vapours
You refracted, wandering lights
Mere tears in a canvas of saturating blight

His core, this Caliban, of barren rooms sewn up
And stare afflicted by some greatness in decay
And I would be burned
(I would be burned)
By the flails behind
(Flails behind)
Those boiling windows
Where a ravenous spawn (ravenous spawn)
Forsakes its skin
(Forsakes its skin)
In silent struggle
And where all light tapers out
And a dark horizon is spread
Fevers of his fierce design
In sable tremors tread
In blasted cacophony
In will out of agony wrought
He thrives in the torment
His inimical whispers like birds
Raise in the eye
Ravenous spawn
Forsakes its skin

4. Glimlight Tourist

Ciphers unleashing throngs from a blazing throat
Swallows of sulphur, Swallows of Sanctuary's hope

In misted trains arranged
Spores in suspended rain
Course under spells
On predator wings

Blank invocations, Hollow and mute control
Binding the ruptures, Wringing the features strange
How will I mould you? How will I fill your eyes?
Slithers in silver or chiseled from pyrite and lime?

In misted trains arranged
Spores in suspended rain
Course under spells
On predator wings

Paradigm sweepers, Obsidian minds
Scanning the starlight for signs
Hues of dementia blur at their sides
And the boundaries of energy fray and decline
Their strange eyes shine
Fused to another
Palms raised to goad
Wisdom from ether

They form holes between worlds
That I follow with an eagerness
Down the dark slides and passages
Into gloom
Where wide, white pools of reflection
embrocate and charge their bones

Bleach out my memories back to the core
Where knowledge is energy
And magick is a cannibal, animal fire
Reign in the spores
Spoils of my soul
Adhered to worlds below

They form holes between worlds...

Conjure my others under my features
Doused in the river, pure and in pieces
Seek out my brothers, snuff out the candles
All of your emptiness I shall dismantle

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5. Garden Chancery

Forced into the stagelight
A weak, wan and marbled hide
Disgorged up to judgement
Sharp cracks of the gavel

Great caps in a row
Their fine mystery certain
And the balcony heaves with old familiarts, lechers and treason

The prisoner's stance
A calm acceptance in the stifling scowl of the hanging judge
The defendant speaks...

Where am I now that you could deliver me?
I have lived over clouds and beneath the deepest sea

I sang from the caverns as the rocks peeled and broke with trees
I was origin, everything. Who could deliver me?

For I was a blaze in your shallow dusk
The winding berth of stars
Where lonely gavels pound the earth

To work it dark with scars
But I tire of the chase, the harvest monopoly
How you bore with your delicate graces and charity
I'll soothe quiet desires and the ache of the evergreen
And then how shall I wait – for judgement or clarity?

For I am your ache and your reverie
Your wild desire and colour
And in my flaws adorn the court
The pivot of my garden

Deliver your judgement
My chancery, pause to decide
Deliver your judgement
My garden, my flowers of light

6. The Lazarus Cord

Wading gapers lash & mow
And in flicking pitch
They call from the bottom
Restless arms
Stretching-out

Blindly bat at the scent of the surface
Where a nodding forest draws
Sweet airs from the sky
To weep down upon them

Beneath the crust
Skin like chalk
Features eroded & cracked hulls breaking-up
A sigh
That flies straight like an arrow

To bury itself beyond these halls of mould
Reprieve
Rise a bolt from the strong will
Another clambers onto
The Lazarus Cord

A line like dried skin, pearl & taught
Hangs through the barbs and lips of the shadow
Pressed by wide
Thirsty eyes

Wet with failure and wild with devotion
At its base a brawl of souls
Scrambled structures, flapping and broken

Fallen high from the cord
Dashed apart on the shards of their fathers
Alone upon that ivory line
A figure climbs the rope from the rotten heap
Back to life
Out of death
Watched by ancient, toothless and open mouths
Bawling out their crimes to the shadow
Elemental, hoarse and forgotten
Beneath the crust
Skin like chalk
Features eroded and cracked hulls breaking-up
A sigh...

And the rope reclaims a soul
To its weave of sinews
Enervating, the dust on their dry fingers
In a slow-formed intimated cascade

Curling smokers step across and, embracing
Like hunting nerves they scavenge for reason
On the Lazarus Cord

And the rope reclaims a soul
To its weave of sinews
Blind husks cling to the cord
Leveled, their gaze at the roots and the damp soil, lined soft with light gossamer
Beheld from the catacomb by piercing black diamonds
A glazed and gelid ether

As waters over
Waxen features
Their eyes a glass
In granite seizure
But it's all that matters
It's all that matters now

On the Lazarus Cord

7. The Shrike Screw

Briars you sip
You siphon beauty
Speak softly through licks of carmine
Wet your tongues with finite sorrows
Closing horrors bound into you
Wake
Awake with fascination living tower writhing temple
Speak only in hymns of passion
Power, ardor degradation

Above you
Above you old observances
A murder of admirers
My dust to flutter into the flow

On breezes, warm breezes

Ah, the Shrike Screw
Flakes
Like burrs
With beggar's faces
Bow from horns with pricking fingers
Cast, conducted by the totem
By your bleeding gulping centre
Lights and lures and breaching bindweed
Wind the opened loam about you
Speak to me your hymns of waning succor, cruelty desecration

Above you
Above you clouds are changing their faces for you, adoring
I clothe you
I, in dust and clay and the wake enthralled and
Before you
Ah the Shrike Screw

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9. Trace Of God

Impatient ghost
In your wide smile I open
Pale as bone
Incandescent and starved
A poem up from a field of corrosion

In folds of gold
To burst like a star
Abandon the light
Abandon the skin
Abandon the search for these troubles

I watched for a world that would let it fall in
An order ablaze in the rubble

(Trace of God, Trace of gold)
Imbued with a reflected light and prose that wound over and over and struck out rain a gilded cage

Linger ghost
Claw that space with hunger
Cities twist to ash in your hand
I catch fire in a whirl of your verses
Elements unbound

Abandon the light...
Crawl in type shape
Scratch your song into sound
Burn
Breathe
Ignite the pyres

Turn your back on the surface you own
Face the sky
Accuser
I will fall on your dreams
Your hand in my world

10. Harmonies In Cloud

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Pale harmonies in drifts
Veils drawn over and
Sleep slunk in slow
Bite
Smile your bridal grief for
The more you weep
The more that seed can grow

Ash is falling, just like snowflakes floating down
Shells and masks on gentle dreamers under cloud
Peace
Illuminate the faces by the road
I just know
I just know they keep quiet count
Misdemeanors, malice manifold
I just know
Sullen souls
Slumber now, slumber so
Slip away from the fold
From the toll, from the toll

Covered-up in the drift
Covered thunder's murmured roll
Thick with hunger
Distant and love

Unending
The ash is alighting to gnaw at their seeds under stone
An energy dark and voracious, a summoning under the Moon
I feel them, their focus and sorrow
A study of horror in flight
To worry my wounds with their wisdom
And draw out infusions for night
(Slide comas slow)
Upon the scaffold and the deaf beasts
(Harmonies in cloud)
Over the harrowed and the grime
(Suffering below)
By breaths – a barrow high with harmonies
(Dreamers under shroud)
For the grazing hive
Ash is falling, coma's winter
Cankers' feast of fitful thinkers
Alive, the curtain extends a slip of warning
Of sulphurs brave and intent
Of sorrows homing
As if the faces can turn out of their moorings
Harmonies in cloud...
Slide comas slow

11. White Tryptych

Night limbs lean out to trace those long roots
The many arteries of this forest
And somewhere in its web I can find rest
Feeling entirely all the fractures of this space.

It shines out on hunters in stasis
Frozen in the membrane of night
Rapt under the Moon's cool skin on earth
And charged with purpose

I trap a fragment
An echo strapped in amber
Moth-like and held from home.

You, then, are my reluctant tutor
And through you I interpret the stark lunar stare
The mad visitation

Savour – fasting guardians of night
A black watch on the heath stilled by low currents
Grace – trickles of scent and heat
Fissures affixed as petrified twine

Bask – vain sepulchral hairs
Whose blossom aches and huddles close
Course – milk-light over hushed hearts
And breath's crystal hung celestial

For you the bellicose thorns wind
Like secret serpents from light
For you the players sway on a stage of alabaster
Clasping their hands
Clasping their hands

Bold in rich cobalts
From a bottomless well
An amour of ivories
Sutures of spell
Don't fade in my prism
I shall empty your book
And deliver to midnight
The majesty took

Shine!
Flood the fields deranged
Silver-white stain
It seeps to draw the wonder through the web
To teeter at the edge

For your gaze turns the cold stone
And bears a monument out of waste
For your dead walk ingrains Life with Death
And makes marvels of the gradients