• this is the fifth floor

Each black mesh and fabric contraption’s magic Built for sound Who’s sonic waves invade our ribcage Our backbone of trance And swallow our beings in belting blare The wreck-head’s dance They cast hypnotising shine And we become The Anaesthetised-Mind Tribe Gleaming and beaming in time The laser loft at night Floor tiles blink Lighting up our wrist’s smeared ink Our shrapnel-lined pockets Hands delve and hunt to tear the seams Abusing magnetic strips and chips past three Until the hot boxed waste Spills out to lit concrete paves.

She retired to her rusty room,

her colourful delicate head

and the cool quilt covers, crunched up under crossed legs.

poised upright, evening - bright.

welling eyes, skin - tight

welcoming the weak one, wailing a week's worth

cradling and swaying with gut-sucked tears,

swindling their way to stream and scream through the cracks and nooks of hands.

They're wrenching buried bones from beneath her creased, crimson skin

the images, collections under sickened skull

heart-wrenching remembering of his sea-soaked soul

when he cindered, scattered and blew between beach

in lieu of the blunder she shunned from memory.

had she heeded the feelings, sunken the feeble ship

to lie upon his sandy seabed,

then she might have firmly kissed goodbye with a wry smile,

Guy Fitzherbert

to me

          7/10/07

         Sorry to hear that you have been ill. Please bleach all surfaces. Actually kiddo, looking forward to seeing the saner sister and squ …

those buttocks if there’s any meat left on after all that ralphing in the back ground.

Lots of love and don’t forget to cancel telephonica.

"I don't trust a word you say", you said today. White plastic pressing, Cradled in the nook of my neck with my heart in it. No name given, no need We both can see easy. You tried time after time, To be so rational but I reached the finish line, Got tangled and wrapped up in the red rope. You waved that big checkered banner a while back Being blind and ignorant until now. Clarity, like crystal, sliced our ship in half. Those extended silences; the longest I've ever heard, Choking back words Between us both and all our past. It was bound to emerge out of the ultramarine sea, The mistakes lashing back at me. No denial this time, I see the line Chalk or marker, my eyes can't tell But clocks will point right, ticking over cogs and wheels. I'll turn around now, try all effort and might, Drag myself upstream and away From that beach where I fell to my knees one night. "I searched for the good in you" "No matter what I say, you don't change" So silence settled. That's it, glance sideways Shift gear, make light When I grow up, I want to be your mended friend, alright?

fall to the floor, let it begin

and give in to unsubtle pining eyes

so we can glow in the night time together