Full sabotage

 Full Sabotage Ha Ha!

Grace in her, I try not to look twice.
The neck is subterfuge.
The heart wakes the stomach.
Full sabotage.

My head turns, and I survey her surface,
wondering what she is on the inside.
Twelve hungers spark through the center of me.
I am unknown to myself,
except for those damned hungers.

Eye contact rocks the heart.
I pray my voice box can utter
"Good morning"
in tune.

She has declared herself
upon the sandy emptiness of my city.
I forbid myself to worship her,
but a piece of me
is infected by her skin
and her gestures,
her complete and utter lack of awareness.

Will she breach dream before light?
Does she harbor emotion
within the sensual form
I see before me?

In Roller door reds

 The Red graffiti hangs off the aluminium roller door.
It is a skeleton of truth
In the a language created by lost junkies
Devoid of identity

The signs of branch veins
Waiting for a jagged world
A thousand impossible truths
the mind won't digest

The long walk home through empty streets
Eyes magnetic to red graffiti
The speed of blood
abominable script proscribed

drip stain blood
society vampire
devoid of identity
hanging bats hidden in the abandoned garage

Homeless vagabonds fall against the rollerdoor after dusk
It flips up like a tongue retorting but moves inward
swallowing the vagrant into the void
Where his blood will sustain another night of painting

The elderly and urine

 Peeing over the clothes and luggage
Here come the elders
Cleanliness and outward appearances
The place is soaked in urine

Bedsheets and materials
Washed in urine
We can hear the elderly approaching
Their voices excited like parrots

The old faces close in on the door's window
Trying to get a look inside
Beating against the door
Their smiles and brows confused

Glenn Holland

 A round genius
His twin calm
Math is flavor
Sarcasm is milk

Lives nextdoor to school
Academic mind
Witty comebacks
Laughing takes practice

Banking and science
Well spoken
Jokes and intellect
exclusive entrance

The right to pot belly
The right to feast on fruit
Optimistic sister
Waikanae whizz kid

Brick claw fruit(Little Glen Holland)

 The brick claw fruit from the massive tree.
Tastes like dates and marmelade
It looks strange brown and speckled
But it is one of the best fruits

The fruit is chaped like a camel hoof
Blotchy and dull hanging from the tree like feces
But it is sweet and nutritious how could that be
Little Glen Holland knew it

He fed himself until he formed a potbelly
He took the fruit in a wheelbarrow
fermented it and made a potent drink
He distilled his sense of humour

Talk show and quarry

The open broad t.v screen.
Eighties talk show controversial monotony.
Clown mouths and pseudo intellectual spectacles.
The channel doesn't change it's pushed in.

It got stuck in the panel desperate to escape.
A child had pressed it in one too many times.
Out the window where the eyes could get relief,
are distant pines partially submerged in hilltop mist...

all below a cloudy day.

Among those hills somewhere is an abandoned quarry.
The sky and the narrow valley repeat through the window daily.
The overcast days continue until they actually stain the mind.
The eyes wander back to the old box t.v, eighties talk show.

Civilized adjectives,
abandoned quarry.
Legendary gravestone skies.
That is a piece of me, mercy. That is a piece of my heart, mercy.

Have mercy on me please. Because it hurts and feels like it's all dying.

I beg to live, I beg to love. Let me live on.

A place to stand

Trust me this part of your life will be altered.
Uneasy conversations.
Obvious "correct" answers expected.
navigate love, loyalty, attraction, purpose.
 identity as you live all at once.

One thing you'll remember from today.
Grateful for what I have,
happy with where I am going.

A strong place to stand.
Don't pretend to know the future,
Don't become paralyzed by uncertainty.

I am a feeling
only a feeling
This season will influence thoughts for years.
Partially because of love.

 You're learning to see,
from a place of vulnerability.
Without losing your senses.
 A difficult balance.

 Many people spend decades trying to find it.
Observe your own heart
 with the same curiosity
 you observe the world with

 Future brings change,
 let it come because you've thought
 You've acted out your values
Sick of being swept along by a passing emotion.

I'll walk alongside you
On this path
In this forest of your life
 in these conversations