left rite

i move from without

the tiniest fracture in the wing

the worm within adamant eves apple

achilles healing in afterlife will never surrender

i am the talentless son of a gun bitch

i see shudder within the abandoned egg of space

i feel the molten hybrid star of some new epsilon

i am the broken jar of the warmest reddest wine

the apology of midnight to noon

the film of some naked women with a cellular flaw

the united imagination of mankind could only produce

this squalid festering war-blown wreck of earth

careering along in time blind like a black plane in a storm

i am fears messenger with my eroded phrases of caution

this bastard desert was once a forest my little pigs

this underwater fallen god once a pinnacle of distant lemuria

this decaying boat washed up on a bed of dead salamanders

the bloodfish gather in schools of murder and they drool at the sight of me

my antennae quiver deep in the river of dirty orphan moons

my sonnets of gloom and boom capture no one but you

i connect to my inner whisperer who has faded almost to pink noise

that blurred chris cross electrical moss i took for my brain man

up to my eyeballs in the dross of gods honour i seized upon a spade

i dug and betrayed the ground on which i should have stood

my nettled brain unfettered finally in a paroxysm of the frame

i stood down from ceremonies where phonies gave trophies to phonies

never treat me like a some creature you never seen before

for a poet thats deplorable

for a fool adorable

my task is therefore laudable