Black and White Roses

You spend all your days
writing your stolen stoic siliques
on your throne made from white roses;

which should be mine.

Dream you dreams of a better world,
where the fire in the core
of your broken world,
dies out, yet we’re still alive.

The earth is at your feet,
following your stupid rules
of hope and good.
Where altruism follows through
and evil was lost and gone.

I forgot a long time ago,
I was the Grimm antagonist.

The master deceiver,
the treacherous villain.
I’m the evil witch,
who breaks the worlds hearts
with her whore magic,
concocted from dead flowers
and broken desires.

Bleeding Through

Bury me in ash
while you cut my throat,
water the roses with my blood
and fertilise the sunflowers with my bones.

Dry me out until the skin is gone
and my heart has turned to stone.
The rip it out and eat it
while I lie down on my own.

Go far away
swim into the sea.
With my heart in your hand
and my blood in your mouth.

Come back one day
and raise me from hell.
I shall sit up from my shallow grave
a shadow of a girl.

Lost in state on dead.

‘It is dangerous to be right in matters which the established authorities are wrong’

I’m a Runner,
it spreads like poison through
my heretic French blood.

When I run, I hide.
Then I stay hidden.

With the trees collapsing around me,
closing fully in
turning into a cage.

I don’t know yet,
maybe I never will
if I’m scared or safe.

I need to break free
and run
and run
and run
and run
and run
and run
and run.

My Love

Lay your head on my stomach my love,
kiss my hips, then bite to the bone.
Glide your hands up my thighs
then at their meeting plant the most beautiful rose
and leave it there to die.

Rip out my heart
with your blunt fingertips;
then suck out all of the blood
until it is just a rotten apple.

Put your lips on mine
until all my breath goes into you.
Put me to sleep with a beautiful melody
and poisoned cranberry juice.

Take my skin in your lovely hands
and rip it off piece by piece,
pull my veins and tie them in darling bows.

Then leave me alone to bleed,
before you dare say you love me.

Glitter Filled Gutters

I
Come on down to the dreaming district,
my name is Bonnie
and I guess you’re Clyde.

Drink it down with a bottle of wine
Or vodka and moonshine,
If your mind can take you that high.

Come on down to the wasteland.
Where sad girls, are turned into
pretty diamonds with cracks ingrained.

They blag their way into hotel rooms
Laying half dead in an broken bed.
Kissing the beautiful felons into freedom

II
Now,
Where were you babe?

When this town we built on dead roses
started falling apart?

The Kray’s they are dead.
and the filth run the game

And the dreamers who would have
given their lives,
gave up instead.

Birthday Dreams

There was a thunderstorm in my room
they day of the broken chimes,

the ending dream broke through
and you woke into my nightmare,

I am Ted Hughes
listen to the way she speaks;

it’s like the tapping of my feet
on the hell in the floor,

I heard the blackbird sing
a poem of the queen

like a mocking one
wishing it was trapped and free,

I am Ted Hughes
I killed the love of my life

or did her madness curse
his life, until it suffocates mine.

Comment Je Suis Mort

I shall carve out the stars
from the twinkling sky
that my dreams are trapped in.
I’ll make my eyes sparkle
like those unbreakable diamonds

then I will capture the moon
with all its profound
loneliness, cut
a hard-hearted shape
and place it into
a beating chest

and all the planets in the
heavens above
shall merge into one.
Through
the tempestuous rage
that will occupy
my mad mad mind.

In my final act
in this magical dream,
I will usurp all
the seas that hide among
the stormy shore
and take all the desire
and run it through my veins
until
my heart flutters

dead.