Nightmare Garden Redux Cont. II

Nightmare Garden Cont.

It is midnight so it go.

Until morning

and they die.

This is love.

My course is terror.

Future liaison some

fortnight back and forth.

A kings ransom for them

consummate tender.

 

Access the garden.

Open to spans of vanity.

Three corners and the march

of the bizarre.

The fringe spill over

from the portico.

The sun strike all sides.

Nightmare part of the whole.

Ideal macabre role play. G © 

Aphrodisiac

Mine obsess

and from its depth

is warmth.

What for aphrodisiac?

Wester winds it

sings you’re ready.

 

Present tension

to speak of.

Mine obsess, love.

Stretch of flesh

all the best, love.

All the best. 

A fool and his charm.

Mine tool I am par.

What for aphrodisiac? G © 

Mood

The leaves fallen by now.

Heavy and notice day

most down cast.

A day opaque and stark.

Romantic lament the dark.

Cold come in heavy

cloak the mood. 

 

Is string of fancy

and them is shook.

The elements left her

Free fall.

The day most melancholy.

A day opaque.

Romantics lament aint been sun.

G © 

Nightmare Garden Redux Cont.

Classic Dark

Many a fortnight

I’d delved deepest.

She die some and

pride goeth.

 

Classic dark o’er

bed of roses.

Mine soul controller.

She full of grace, and time

when Matron suspect…

 

I advantage maiden.

She’d suffer me, a poet.

The vigor quench

Hers present tension.

Sex is violent.

Wasn’t sudden build up.

I’m just villain.

Threadbare wear

and candles besides. G © 

 

Good Steward

Mine weighty sum

muddy water run aground. 

She ceremonial dress.

Inner thigh wolven.

Well settled 

the little room.

The bed and table

and books.

Immerse in poetry. 

 

End game clumsy

and telling.

Turn of century

bogeyman.

Back stairway strange.

I am quoted horror.

Mine overture tight quarters. G © 

 

Heaven

I Milo I’ve taken to page.

Pride and posterity.

The fall quite hard.

Constant conflagration.

Grand Tower.

Bottles broken.

Windows.

Sundry creature.

Enlarged heart

since with the drinking.

Tell her I go build a place

in heaven.

 

How so when she’s everywhere

and nowhere?

Some years

and odd years. 

Melancholy long on.

 

Once all things to be envied.

Dream border hallucination.

troubling as man and caravan.

Spook and siren.

Vamp is fixture.

I  Go create a place in Heaven. G ©

Noir

Noir I

I’m night crawler but

darkness it burns.

Black ensemble.

Scream of terror.

Yours boutique sleep.

Mine agress bigger things.

 

We are into the noir.

I take to dreams pleasing

disrupt yours dress.

A sibling in her stead.

Fly in fly out again.

Commonality in mine ken.

Talk of mad season.

Depiction in the raw. 

None shame to it.

Word to the Matriarch.

I send mine man for hers things.

 

Room for books and shoes.

Smell of piss and cannabis.

Hardly gallant.

She scream all she want.

Mine animal arouse.

She’s on the streets.

The fleet afoot.

Mine animal faster

than she run.

Mine sinister begin and end.

Overstated between us.

I’m capable until I’m not.

Presume upon you mine ultimate.

Best of flock feted.

Mine advance to mean

I relish yours presence. G ©

Noir II

I’m Trojan horse.

Just so I’m on the inside.

I’m yours corner shadow.

The precious get me.

She know mine vein.

Expect I’m solid state.

 

The precious get me.

Mine noir if you please.

Choose mine

and it be so.

I am smitten.

I don’t go slow.

Let her tell it,

I don’t kiss hers neck.

Come to rest against her.

Killer is mine, love.

From hers lips is cause célèbre.

All the gentile she could muster.*

Dreadnought

Dreadnought

The desolation and

the husks of buildings.

I’m beach side.

I'm inside old homes.

They’re gone and abandon.

The weeds on the place.

What dreadnought?

 

The old home

without warmth.

But walls and echo

mine isolate voiced.

Bigger fright than I,

what dreadnought?

 

Between us need and want.

The strip is bankrupt.

Said exodus past Albion.

The Babylon that was.

Barely flicker candelabra. 

They don’t fight just now.

What dreadnought? G © 

 

Nightmare Garden Redux

Nightmare Garden III

Concern the years ’27 to ’37.

Before and then.

Turn of the century

wind blow where power brokers

certain circle dangerous.

Don’t come out as went in.

Enter the garden.

Standard boutique.

There joy in the house

on account of me.

She alight center of town.

Crowd of fancy.

Nightmare Garden.

 

Is for hers life this why.

There irony you and I.

They come for they come

by and by.

The bed and bedside this why.

Hers best ensemble.

Band of them. G© 

 

Capture The Flag

Capture The Flag

Violent swath of campus.

Pitch battle go from evening

to next day.

Her leavings the battle field.

Her adversary by the day.

I bird dog her when

the games up.

 

I am bull on the arena.

Mine crush fill hers lungs up.

Let her tell it freak

To speak of.

 

Look upon you as all heart.

Bit of something

she front me with.

Lechery afoot.

The freak be along. G© 

 

 

This Is Us

 This Is Us

We scamp in the yards. We’ll meet and we’ll drink. There is a dress and what with it? I know every stitch and bearing of the moon. I look long and visualize besides. Every bit indelicate. More than was told. There abandon these venerable houses. Behold their doings in worship Head Mistress. Consider me Guru the heterosexual mind. It become a thing. Should our paths cross subsequent fit for a dress. Ensuing babble for a look. All evident on your part was natural to the palate. I’m much for one house. I pray indulge me. All manner of shook you’re live and direct. 

I pull back the shroud. All is fair and blessed to be so. If not you then grassroots. Experiential on my side. Fat like her Mum. 

First gentile, then I’m demanding. She fell into further nightmare. She verbose her welcome. I tell her how nightmare start. In time siren song. The strange begin with the wind and windows. How you fancy me.

Sign of life left for me to puzzle it. Troublesome but serendipitous night. I look close, shape and tone the diaspora. Killer in their midst. Be sure I know where you live. I talk at her then is party. There life to this spectacle. Tribute, draw you out. We don’t put word for it. From old haunt she already know. Hours on end there echo. We jump and we play. We fall down. This is us. Add the wine and maddening and disgust. You cajole and coerce me, your savage wiles. I’m sold on it. G ©

Nubile

Nubile

My fair cherub 

and you show me

your exaggeration 

and wonder.

I can imagine you’re 

built on something…

It take the room and

I’m where and when.

 

I’m full up my cherub.

The gravity of the to do

and the waif doth.

 

Imagine a fortnight and a bed.

A bit of vigor and game on.

There’s not sleep to be got.

This you live for.

 

Band of them and the

enlightened of the flock.

She tell me how

she’s ready now.

 

Sex is currency.

For this she dress.

Let her tell it, love,

we’re same fancy.

 

Talk of eligible men.

She is plush.

She tell me how

she’s ready now.

By fall spoke for.

And the light

cut her abdomen.

Legion of them

called to same.

Leave to wonder

state of nubile. G©

Ever Second Son

The casual eye to the butcher.

The black door is mine.

 

Such torrid is life.

Thy will be done.

Your humble servant.

It is night and 

mine eager is tell.

I know with her shoulders.

You want used to me.

All the role play.

Eyes wide yours 

tell tale prerogative.

I’m disparate wretch.

General alarm: 

there will be blood.

The pall of the metropolitan

is deep and wide.

Sun light dust. Flies.

How now consecutive hours.

I know with her shoulders.

 

Hardly creature comforts.

Her leavings 

on the arena.

I bird dog her 

when the games up. 

Mutual tension apt flesh. G©

Turn About

Turn About

Consider I’m turn about.

Time for us now when time 

you don’t minding.

For this we’re friends.

 

The life of which 

your best life

and shot in the dark 

make next wife.

I’m never more eligible.

They could imagine.

 

You are who you was, love.

The morning after 

shuffle between us.

Life of which 

is your best life.

There is life.

G©

These Days

These days of melancholy.

Immerse in the wash of skin.

Your begin and end.

The air is charged

and we’re in unison.

 

There citadel for this.

Ruins by now.

Old soul no doubt.

"I love like this,"

Spoke the bard and the

subsequent bacchanal.

The sudden end is rain.

The romanticism. 

The sardonic.

The new to do 

and I’ve been it.

Make her a 

fixture for a spin.

The wash of the morning.

Your breath on my neck.

She’s head to toe 

press of flesh.

 

She sweep in like 

reverence. 

All the more 

the structure sway.

second wind. 

G©