TELEPATHIC WORDS - IN SHORT SHADOWS

I KNOW ,

WELL I THINK,

ALMOST SURE,

SITTING ON A WELL WORN BROWN LEATHER CHAIR-

ALONE. TELEPATHIC WORDS-IN SHORT SHADOWS BURST

BALLOONS OF CHILDHOOD RACING RUBBER STATIC ORBS

BURIED ALIVE IN MY HEARING -I DISCUSS ON OPEN BEACHES ,

WORDS ,

BUT IM ALONE -SO WHAT IS WRITING INSIDE THE SOUL RENTED FROM PASSING SHOOTING STARS

I MUST REMOVE THE WEEKS LAYERS OF DUST THAT RECALLS  HISTORY 

SEXUAL MOMENTS -BEGIN TO CLASH AGAINST THE YEARS OF PRESCRIBED MEDICATED NUMBNESS

THEN THOUGHTS -

ALONE-- 

YOUR SOFT PRICKLING SKIN-THAT MUSK SCENT - SMALL DELICATE BREASTS

I REMEMBER HANDLING YOUR NAME SPELT IN FLOWERS -

CRYSTAL COLD WATERFALLS FELL -BLEEDING DOWN THE CURVE OF YOUR SPINE

ALL THESE BLOWN YEARS LATER

ALONE

I THINK OF YOUR NAME -AND SOME SPECTRAL KNIFE -CUTS THE SKIN AND HOLLOWS OUT A HEART

LIKE A HALLOWEEN PRIZE -IT SITS ON THE SIDE -LIGHTS BURNING IN A FLICKERING DISGUISE

THE FACE -FACING INWARDS -PIECES OF MIRRORS LIE IN SEPARATE CRYPTS

RINGING THE CARVED BANSHEE SCREAMS

ALONE-

WAITING ALONE

 MOVING TIME-XXX