Silby

hi, unexpected influx of new followers! note that this account will periodically veer into some alarming combination of esoterica and obscenity without further warning. if you're not on-board with that, please proceed in an orderly manner to the nearest exit. thankyou for your kind attention ^-^

obedient boy, graceful fingers poised, longing aching for a word

tarstained fingertips held aloft; surrendering to the slategrey skies

battered cod portion; mushy peas on golden chips– seaside afternoon

charcoal silhouette, flash-vitrified ceramic limned in fissionlight (seven)

unfeathered hatchlings in sightless voracity open beaks, & scream (six)

atlas, faltering; eon-weary arms buckle, let the heavens fall

memorised by touch, fingertips idly scribing patterns in sweatsalt

partial transcription, resurrected in cloneflesh; almost good as new

frail constellations; electromagnetic pulse– the sky, unweaving

hundred-percent cloud; wind changes the backdrop for another, the same

synthetic cocoon, aestivating dreamlessly– what does it nurture?

stirring lovers still entwined in sweetest dreams, & copper-alloy hair

vitrified barrens; footprints coagulating, rust-on-trinitite

teeth gritted on teeth, tectonic stresses building; a matter of time

eg :)

thin seasons, thin years– scrawny cat’s meager tribute; a half-starved songbird

radiant plumage spread to fullest majesty, bleeding infrared

wings, unfeathered with rotten-lace histolysis rendering flightless

torn-open citrus; rivulets of sweet-sharp juice flow over fingers

softness gone astray; aching, for that which should be nestled warm, between

doubled around fist, explosive exhalation– breathless plea, for more (five,)

fingernail, tearing delirious furrows in bodyhot substrate (four)

one sleep-dusty eye lazily halfopening, prelude to a yawn (three)

aestivating deep, cozily surfeit torpor undisturbed by dreams (two)

barb-snared red tatter, ragged provocation to an irate north wind

foreshortened future, soothsayer’s myopia; silica dreaming

polestar convergence– the sweetest immolation burning, all the same

decay-orifice wetly mycelial dark; fingertips prying

running for harbour, barometric bad omens; speed means everything

goodnight, lovelies 💙

run-on sentences sloughing gangrenous clauses get up, & shamble

tribute, in strychnine; agonies of gratitude taking fatal hold

uncontrolled shiver, hoarfrost forming on bare skin– bloodless shades of grey

jackboot descending upon unprotected face over, & again

merest of touches; never-sated want sinking its teeth deeper still

telephone cobweb– not even a dialtone; unwove, in the storm

rewinding clockwork– two decades of hiatus, a heartbeat resumes

devout offering– residual bodyheat, almost like a kiss

standing in judgment, its implacable silence a tacit rebuke

merino streamers flying in a polar wind; we huddle closer

(lovebite at my breast fades to insignificance, leaves but memories)

peace before gunfire; sweatslick fingers nervously tighten on triggers–

lashstrokes, ardently adorn musculature, in shades of devotion (one)

falling dream ending; scree jaggedly interjects– body, contorted

fluid vulpine glimpse, suggestion of rustred tail; nary a pawprint

eg,

transitory grief puddles saline at her feet, the merest ocean

"The amount of women in London who flirt with their own husbands is perfectly scandalous. It looks so bad. It is simply washing one's clean linen in public."