3.

Gashing this with teeth flaring

Meat for the hook

My meat on a platter

Feeding frenzedly

And choking on gobs of gristle.

Long hope.

Long shot.

Do what you want, including all that you can.

Do what you must, no refusal.

Blank walls, blank pages,

Blank days, blanket close huddle,

Messages through the airwaves.

Veiled communication lost in blinks of eyes –

Blink of an eye and all over.

Making space to make space,

Sense to make sense.

Sensations nervously vibrating somewhere beneath the surface,

Slight movements, and feet tapping, tails wagging,

Somewhere, in another room, in another house, vision, vista,

Open up, see, petals splayed,

Love orgasm and leopard spots,

Attenuated vulva velvet.

Desperation and pretense –

Honesty and truth, meet me!

Meeting honesty and truth.

Confrontation and emotional blackmail.

Bad, bad boy.

Just ten sins a day adding through a lifetime

Sinning on someone else’s account

Sinning for personality.

You get in there, weaving and dodging,

Smiles creeping around doorways

To anger and upset.

Locked in a mantrap

Feet going in mouths

Placidly unruffled silver surface

Stretched stark over mountainous seas,

My luck aiming high

Cards topple

No reading

Here and now.

No need to worry and let them do what they will –

Headaches float off, drug haze lifts.

Avoidance as long as possible

(Still beating heart).

Catchphrases abound, skipalong,

Skipalong, input, input,

Soaking to the skin.

Living life ever young,

Wrinkled children old and new

(Deep shadows beneath all eyes)

One view promulgated,

Act, write, paint, work, play, eat, shit hard.

Never let a moment slip by –

How can it be empty?

Filling up like bags of sick,

Always indulging, always giving, saving up

Good memory for ending.

Constant fear trapping too far off the beaten track,

Only lounging around,

And out to spoil everything, vindictively.

Knock from any pedestal,

Shatter any image, back down –

This is what we are!

Our holes gaping wide and vacuous

And deeply penetrable –

Lit up from inside

But barely required.

To be not noticed.

Secondary.

Having to take second place.

Primary unit, oh my, oh my, all so fine.

Back to primal love score, and drugged interchange,

And highs ever whipped up into highs,

Where we want to stay, lest it all come crashing down, around our years.

And of course there may be the lurking impression that there is nothing here for you,

But I do not need to assure you only love flows,

Virgin and horrible,

With terrifying and terrific consequences.

Out all day and so alone –

You know what I mean,

Yes you do.

Think of the impact, come shining through,

Moments through the hit parade.

So happy with it all.

Have to give out something worth biting into –

We all have other blood to spurt and flow,

Just wash your hands,

Self proclamation,

Life reading,

Clairvoyance.

Reading and writing and uncertain transmission,

Unknowing reception.

Power and control, weak, don’t leave me!

Always the opposite,

Who the hell are you?

Are you?

And I too.