Dear Diary of Martin X - 15/09/2016

In the end 
Of the whimper 
The sting 
Exploded 
Like a banger 
In the monkey bridge 
Like a chicken 
In the movies

Eventually 
In the story
The investigation 
Exposes 
All the criminals 
In the plot which
Sends a ripple 
Through our bowels

It was minimal 
My existence 
It was limitless 
As our pride 
It was liminal 
This obsequious 
Validation 
(Burns my conscience)
Like hot knives

It will come 
Home to roost 
All this useless fucking beauty 
All at once
When I am gone
There'll be no happy 
Death or glory 
Just this putrid 
Fucking 
Song.

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Dear Diary of Martin X 14/09/2016 part 2

We gave ourselves to the air 

And the rain washed us dry 

It wasn't our right 

To decline every fair

We were innocent as wolves 

Caught in the eye 

And thrall of seduction

Then the doldrum rolled 

The inevitable collapse 

Into silence began

The wings of Icarus 

Fell from our sky 

We never held hands 

Our lips touched once

Triumph of Loneliness.

Dear Diary of Martin X 14/09/2016

2575

When will the heat

Fall and cluster

Complete the cycle

Raise the dust

When we sit

Beside the fountain

When the water  

Washes us

We’ll be clean and we’ll be sunlit

Like an advert on TV

Come and bathe us

In your honey

Now we’re broken and stone free

This tree

Is a crowned child

This shadow

Is a King

I’m as distant as an ember

Why can I not feel a thing. 

Dear Diary of Martin X - 05/09/2016

It's such a good word

Fuck

So slippery and primal 

So lascivious and instinctive 

So fulsome and so final 

So sexual and erotic 

So crude and yet exotic 

So pure and yet so tainted 

So vulgar and so dainty 

Let's fuck fuck fuck 

Till we're blue in the cock

Let's fuck fuck fuck

Till we're up to the cunt 

In frantic waves of fucking fucking 

Leave the tap we're overflowing 

Love to love fucks

Up to no good fucks

For fucks sake fucks 

Fucked as fuck fucks

Let's go nut fucks 

In and out of a desperate hole 

We wail and yell and maither

Sin and hell and hearts we stole

And we gave no fuck for neither

Such a good word is fuck

A little bit dirty and a little bit quaint 

And such a great act 

The art of fucking ain't 

Nothing to be shamed of darlings 

And that's a fucking fact.

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photo - so that's where my rattigan went. 

Dear Diary of Martin X - 01/09/2016

Messien

Let me
Refresh 

Wash 

Caress 

Uphold 

Undress 

You 

Let me

Massage 

Perfume 

Infuse

Redress 

You 

Let me

Stroke

Squeeze 

Comb

Infuse 

You 

Let me 

Let me pervade the inner sanctity of your magenta aura with the birdsong soft sonic wave of a Messienic lost chord which will reverberate against the lamentation of your fragility and restore the scars and cracks of your broken heart and let me bungle my way unseen into the secret bower of your awareness like an Aristotelian quality such as mercy or hope. Let me.

Let me 
serve you 

Let me 
if you dare

I don't deserve you

Let me scent your marble cold feet

With my incense oiled hair.

Dear Diary of Martin X - 01/09/2016

I want to touch you 

It's natural 

Like I want to touch a statue 

I want to make contact 

With the contours of your surface

Feel your response and your pulse 

Trace the extent of your flesh 

With the minute ridges of my fingerprints 

Like the finest sandpaper 

Lightly polishing your skin

Writing my name in your water 

As invisible as gravity 

And as soft as the light

I want to begin by doing this

Would that be alright?

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