The face over the sushi lounge

 In The sushi lounge
The police arrived
Happy and hungry
They left slowly

Lethargic and waddling
Back out of the entrance
into the carpark
stuffed and exhausted

Leaving the room messy
tables upset and fish on the floor
Sofas upturned and the heaters turned on
The remains began to rot

The face of an old philosopher comedian appeared
Somewhere near the ceiling
A gray beard and spectacles that made his eyes beady
The overwhelming expression of i told you so

Almost a sparkle then the face disappears
Like a morning mist eaten away by the warm of the day
People gone even the insects scattered toward refuge
The mess remained haunted and uncleanable

The big gray one

 One ton fat gray
Motion of the fat
Muscle rippling parallel
Chomping and grunting

Shifting then bucking with prejudice
It lies back down away from the trough
Rests a minute then shifts again
Lifts its huge body off the bottom of the coral

It bucked and nudged the other cattle
Pushing them this way and that
Apex of the bunch prodding with horns
supple yet lazy big ans stubborn

Chewing and chewing
On the remains of the morning's greenwaste
The other clowning cows came around
Trying to time their chew motion with the big gray one

Bistro bloody center

 My eyes became the sun
The meat was raw and glistened in these eyes i keep.
This meat tasted like grass manure puke.
It's fat had tipped toward rancid 
The bloody center offputting

The waiter was drunk and swaying in his boots
The old lady of the house was cackling and mumbling
Spouting words spontaneously
I paid the two hundred and split

It wasn't file mignon it was just gristle
So left but I hadn't eaten
Behind the cars of the parking lot
sat a cook and a waitress sharing a joint
The smoke smelt like grass manure puke

By the riverside of destiny

 Sun shines in through this clay and wattle day
This pull of a breeze
This calm morning in the glen
In the shade

Dead branches and logs lined the track
pine needles and rotting leaves dark and rich
under the cool canopy
working out your purpose

River can be heard tearing it's sides
meters below the track
Broken fence shows me runes
Twisted dying lemon tree 

spider webs and thorns
destiny

These ones want me gone

 Envious people want to put out my flame.
Its just lucky they are fire.
And i'm all oxygenthe air game
Bursting out and incinerating

It's natural for me to play with fire
To turn up the gas a combustion
Life one big furnace for these liers
unexpected burns

Ohh they want me out
Want me gone now
But im getting started
they want me harmed

Burns you through

 A hug cures fear
Longing is natural
The instinct to care
Courage to reach out

Learning to connect
Slow and appealing
touch is precious
navigate your feelings

Invite abundance
A kiss might renew
the internal fire
burns you through

As the one you believe is magnificient
Is not interested in you

Tyrant with that shrapnel

 Seem to fantasize.

About a world,
Possess everything.

Kingdom assembled
Impossible appetites.
Throne carved.
from wanting.

Selfish.
Dirty.
Distorted.
Asleep.

Idiotic enough
Mistake desire,
for reality.

Lost inside,
Broken perceptions,
Let my hungers.
Govern the day,
like tyrants.
Wearing my own face.

Out of control.
Diabolical.

Every hand belongs.
Every eye turns.
Ownership.
Loyalty.

Never satisfied.

Can smell it.
Almost taste it.

Give me rivers.
Demand the ocean.

The world offers existence.
I demand dominion.

Deep down
Destroy the world.

This is evil,
So refuse
to become mine.

Short-changed.

Anger is a bomb,
packed with a trillion tonnes
of shrapnel.

Nothing...
Nothing exists
outside my command.

Control it.

Perhaps the
Oldest sickness.

Ownership.

Needing loyalty.

The worst narcissist
that exists.

Human poison.

Empty ghoul
walking upright,
Mistaking people
for food.

Along the journey
Misplaced soul.

Now leak
radioactive glue,

Every touch,
another contamination,

Every embrace,
Cannot come clean.

This is the kingdom
Secretly built.

Until nothing remains.

Except wanting.