Hedgers, schemers
silent night screamers
at fringe of flesh
& a balmy of tears
where criminal seers
fall into your oceanside belly
unfrocking boatloads
this mischievous frenzy
opera & phantom
theatre be my ransom!
a holy child,
cursed wing of foot
where foghorns unsoot
torrents of hair free as mud
& pander for any sign whatsoever –
this thirsty hand of blood.
A nye of angels
ringnecked famished and slake
sailing off again off again
a battle of wake
blinded by dodgy
pathogens of love
loyal & savage
sloomy panicky mournful avid
coconut and lime
Sisyphean plods divine
alume alar
alew – align.