Hand of Blood

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.

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