Cold as branks invading your mouth
another sexed compress patted divan
curb-mounted & all the children get out
line up against the wall
the quietest regicide walks home
to feeling gaggled
a necklace of glass
beads down your throat
it burrows a pros & cons
to survive twisting leopards bane
devils helmet the queen of all poisons
on parricided come downs
mum burns a
starry mark or padded path to heaven
the local authority smarting
its multisystemic therapy
carved from sessile oak
making hematoma flowers not permanent,
sweet, not long lasting
wastling in a fugue state
fingerhooked from top-bunk
like car alarms to life itself.
Or a crooked pool to
Darkes Lne, its a long way home
bedwet in the middle of a room
& what do you know about
reasonable chastisements nightglued
around my head innocence is true
in dead grass
nothing lives from Recreation Way
to Green Porch Close. Remember
Grasswort & golden samphires,
Loverdose Red Kiss Eau de Parfum
Dads head burning keys to ASDA carparks,
agal the family unit
the local domiciliary, internal interior
sensing chemicals in the web
sweated glass black henbane
innocence is true
as its breaks over haloed &
against hair in the punctum
mutter, the queen of poisons
nights scrapping mattresses in
air dry tomorrow
moults, reared in transparent
plastic box houses with which a body
becomes separated
from another body in order to bemutter
ing, why bloods
sing up like cheap Hock and Mayfairs
stuck to fingertips
