Please read carefully and as "Esker" Steven is no longer with us just enjoy the words he left behind, Yours Ian T

"Substanxe "

Submitted by Esker on Sat, 2015-05-16 06:52

axial existance
whipped in candle steam boasts
the room swimming in insence
and thick heat
the bruises fresh from presses
of the juggernaut
rolling like beads of brilliant
understanding
the wickedness of treasures
in breathe caught
visions swum
like exposed waterworlds
heaved upon rocks
Tawny bedroom haze
sucked in the vision
of smitten like
music a scourge and
madness mix
a race through forests
dark and daring
the price a Love
most harsh
Uncaring
livid limping and laced
in ruin
the wrecks of hearts
grown worn
worn lurid
scathed smiles
dreaming miles
strut and bump
the trophies show

"AQUALINEAR"

Submitted by Esker on Thu, 2015-05-21 07:38

packs of half crushed fags
the smolten bodies of liquid
pleasure perfume
The snarling Sterling
chunky skull and braided
ebony
pound notes held down
by shillings and pence
knackered and taken
the Bump
arms outstretched
these bones for
pillows
bury our dreams
in the strands
of surrender
listening to the
faucet drip
and the Telly to
mumble
Cut a dash
slender bird
we fall
your hips
as sharp
as an angels
headstone
pale as polished
moon dreamz

"Kostume & Ritualz "

Submitted by Esker on Sat, 2015-05-23 05:11

Bathe in the sodium birth of light
the naked concrete wall concieved
with the madness of colour and
worlds of words
The chant of Prophetic
Chaotic Love
The flesh of rot in the dumpster
boxcars
and tilted shopping cart
wrecks
"Listen..listen..listen"
your wild eyed face
stretched
your body swerving bending
the nerves afire with electrical
volts
I waited for the thunderclap
when we touched
and the coarse dirty cloud
of hair
the sweat in your shirt and
raw jeans as faded as
pavement in July
My ear against your chest
how you still had your cross
the once youthful breasts
"I can hear the Ocean and The Gulls"
You moan and shudder
and the cops drive by
the traffic of streetsters steers on foot
away
And a random miracle the rains start
to hit...like high hat brushes on the
liqour store bags in the carts
a plink like a dead paino note
on the tins
we are twins locked in the reverie
of moment
A shell survived thrown up from
the depths
I can hear your voice from
shattered lungs
and echoing in that fantastic
soul
I stand up and stare into
your eyes
my tears always
our rains
you have found the
surf lashing where
I scream before dawn
its starting to really fall
The real thunder rolls
down from the dry hills
to drive down the smog
The palms are limp
giants greased with
light
we dance
while it starts to pour
and you find your voice
and you pull back
like a magician
the blue ferocity
disappearing
of your eyes
I can smell the
wine cigarettes
and cheap perfume
a sea I baptize
my beliefs in
when the crashes
collapse after
the great flash
somewhere off
a siren races down
the tangle of streets

"Kattlist"

Submitted by Esker on Sun, 2015-05-24 22:55

Cartel Love
you ride in hidden case
emerge in rooms dripping
with hot energy
closed curtain lust
Leopard print
Holster sex
a warm piece
on my hips
sopping footprints
and smeared tiled
walls
The Dark Sedan
in suns blaze
We drink delicious
the poisons of
excess
knocking the bed bare
with voyages of
savaged delights
carnal scars
Trophy beings
coming up for air
Like tigerz in tall grass
filling the paper covered
glass with prints
Towels sheets in a heap
the downtown dusk
still full of Heat
tucking in shirts
hauling up your dress
Brilliant eyes
behind designer
frame and lens
The motor ticking
over and AC
blowing off the
steam
while surround
Dubstep beats
wash our sins
away street
by busy
street...
.
"Katherthemisis"

Submitted by Esker on Tue, 2015-05-26 16:25

Brilliant burning
the hot bulb
the summer air
turning
insect song simmering
we swelter slow movement
dreaming of cooler months
of less humid soaked into
brickwork and tarmac
shimmering in the distance
the Power poles totemic
swaying with their dropping
lines
The myopic miles pulling
us in travel
Everyones lost in the dream
the radio turned low
nothing but the tires singing
their own song...the growl
of the engine and performance
exhaust
our silhouette shadow
races with us
traffic gushing past
oncoming a glitter
the parched distances
to the mountians
a golden sheen
fingers of hair caught
in the summer winds
the vent windows
geared open
feet up on the dash
Sandwhich cases full
of illicitness and hard
rolls of cash in pockets
threadbare
warm iron under the
cotton weave of the
ordinary sunstained
sedan
Poetry and potions
flashing chrome
and bad ideas
as the bruise of
a turgid summers
eve rises
thick and potent
and like a bullet
in a trance
we
rush
tailights
like mad tracers..

"Amant Negligente"

Submitted by Esker on Sun, 2015-06-14 05:48

coronete
helio dogs in stratus shine
guard your wingtip
edge folded
Books of promises
Unkempt
weeping petals
from the stems
these marble
shrines
our playplace
written secrets
with wax pens..

"Kommershul Strengthz"

Submitted by Esker on Sun, 2015-06-21 03:31

Guzzle breaths
the ugly air
Tepid seething lights entrancing
Dark Spot Brilliant
shiny eyes
The dashing lashes
in this grinding pace
The band is ravaged with wild Lust
refreshments pour like
a cataract on ice
Live as if Tomorrow never
rises
as if we never die
and Age will never
claim us In this Lost and Found
Beat beating heart
spared the herd
past beds of flowers
dazed in night
with heads bowed
dusted in a moons
glare..

"Bound"

Submitted by Esker on Fri, 2015-07-03 06:40

dug in
the shovels creep
the bones of stones
in summer light
suffice a prayer
some Aubrieta
tend down the
years
wrapped up
in care
the summer
lights turned
golden haze
for all the
years have
come and gave
we've blessed
these times
that life has
given
the struggle
triumphs
where now
tears riven

"Krawlen weather be it "

Submitted by Esker on Wed, 2015-07-08 07:04

serpent mind
ribs like knives
flexible as a cat o nines
the insect song
the heated weather
make meals of
the resting
the spice breath
the livid thud of
hot blood
in a constricted vein
the grasses are
weaving
ever so slow
in a slew of diamonds
tragic
stirring this way
the night comes
tongue tasting
with its darkness
lashing
tiger dreams
and a hush grip
unblinking moon..

Ian T here :- These pieces need to be read carefully and probably a few times they are unique..