Faultline

Worthy silent supplicants etched in vaulted gloom unbowed

Agonised precipitate that whispers dappled light enshroud

All lacrimae unseen that flows like sap through human tragedy

The inconvenient buried voices make their distant succour plea

Phenology

From lethargic carbolic
To insipid acrylic
Conjugate from septic
A declension in peptic

Eternity

Futile and fractious bleak immortality
Castrated of whimsy and spiteful of charity
Brutish and senseless
Unrooted and fenceless
Temporally directionless semantic insanity

Cast

Scurrilous rogues with voodoo eyes
Plastic pylons comb the skies
Blood-red marshes fill with clay
Fluted slurry re-turns the day

East

Unpenned words flayed alive
Abrahmic three conspire to drive
Wretched stilted armies down
The sacrosanct in blood to drown

Flail

Stark silhouetted wounded tree
Resin bleed through termite scree
Shocked pink sky upbraids the bark
Weep but soft lest wakes the lark

Flēot

Cartographers slake thirsty eyes
The theft of land by wind-bound spies
Rehydrating righteous wrath
Wend wearily subterranean troth

Underground

Fishing for more than simple complaints
Underground homes for bones of our saints
Sight of the claypit gnaws and taints
Night owl starts, flits and faints

The Fallen

Grazed and contused
Corporeally disabused
Dermis desiderata
Haematic macciata
Aero-lymphatic, exquisitely fused

Delapidation

Dusty space in empty rooms
Silence layers the caulk-rilled looms
Filigree'd minutiae clash
As stricken net veneers the sash

Brightown

Victoriana conurbation, downsland by the sea
A paucity of faucet-terie rends the front ablution-free
The bandstand must withstand unsolicited salinity
Starling shoals at dusklight, airfish caligraphy

Bookbind

Nounsuckers in eloquent stasis lie
Gurning faux pas retrenchant sigh
The last supine seduction cry
Milosz's ravished prose bleeds dry

Rising

The firmament is permanent
Celestial bodies prevalent
Clouded less by sentiment
Than toxic Phoebus' last lament

X

Hedges bulldoze tremored ground
Unearthly circus lurches, drowned
Mark the spot, dig out of tune
A ninety minute harvest moon

Cavort

Time for sweat, froth and snot
Floating, drowning, squealing, hot
Memes abound our bloodlust plot
Until seams explode with flesh, then rot

Wind-up

Clockwork mandarin no face to see
Dispassionate rule by demo-proxy
Neo-colonial-heeled mahogany
Wending wheels of autocracy

Wimper

Bird song sounds through thinning air
Last sentinel unlined by care
One remaining eye to see
Slow motion collapsed humanity

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Will

Florid intestate
Unnurtured ingrate
Tortured by pity
Immodiumed and sickly
Lampooned by his own flatulent dictate

Bubbles

From Shoreditch to Camden
Northern line tramdom
The seriously funky
And fashionably chunky
Reek of yesterday's Chandon

Thin Pickings

Parsimony not Retribution
Larceny with elocution
Autumn leaves have turned to ash
Justice pines, no teeth to gnash

Dawn

Blank-eyed watchers, smiling faces
Sold their souls in muddy places
Shod their feet then tied your laces
Heaven's cheap at forty paces...

Lay-by

No beholder needed here
No small child to feel the fear
The oil film on darkened grass
Offends our demonata farce

Look Up

Concrete precipice
Is the new vertiginous
Street-level turgidity
Lashed by vent-riloquy
From the far-off, unseen, edifice

15 Minutes

Androgeny is monotony
Patent leather fame is free
Dysfunctional celebrity
Lurch grinning, toward anonymity

Indigestion

Four knives for thee my killiminster charity
Entrails are free so don't demand parity
The limestone-set face twists in painful hilarity
Dripping its calcified bile into insanity

Meadow

The kindly earth has trapped my face
Far from home and far from grace
Soil below, grass hold in place
Her arms, please mother, me embrace

The Sleeper

Forty winks he said but never awoke
The armchair's halo flickers on alone
Forty leagues he strode on broken glass
The creeping night silhouettes his slippered throne

The Moon

Savaged by the crescent moon
Bleeding a fathom and five too soon
Brought to life with a pewter spoon
The seven grey spinsters wail and croon

Scoundrels

Sloughing old newspapers
They sell me ice scrapers
The smiling escapers
Outwit their mortal makers

Chestnuts

More miles than gallons
More chestnuts than marrons
More flu jabs than talons
More pigeons than herons