A monophagy for parasites

 When your head is in the clouds and your stoned
away with angels and demons that are never seen
talking in abstract whistles and not languages acceptable

You pace down the street not knowing the owner
vultures imitate the clicking
the clicking in your stoned mind
The smoke you draw in

Within it subtle destruction
There is no safety here
You will not tag in peace
The sense of severance inside

The clicking goes on
punishing your hot jaw
Your damp eyes
The unnatural ways the drizzle spits on the skin

You can walk faster yet vultures follow each step
Follow your false confidence wildlife observes
The hidden reptiles laugh in silence
The drizzle is such a hot curse against the blurred senses

I fly over again torturing your senses
sleeping in your conscience
Digging a hole out in the center of you
So a piece of me can live there in your total apathy

Smoke your drugs sell them in the street
I will follow you and slowly bring upon your destruction
A ritual under the pavement that doesnt absorb your steps
On the roadsides you leave your trash on

A piece of me follows you, pushes misfortune onto your path
Celebrates your injury
Drains your power for my own good
You are the parasite, I consume you

Performing to get a new owner

 The black dog came bounding out of the lodge
It gained enough momentum then jumped over a small river
Then it ran past me as if I didn't exist almost takin gmy legs out
It jumped into the warm sulphuric lake and swam up to the pontoon deck
Climbed it easily and shook itself off predictably and with gusto

Looked back at me from those ten meters eyes catching my eyes
With that glint that said Aren't I good and where's my applause
Then it dived off the pontoon gracefully back into the lake
Swimming back to me then arriving on the shore like a conquistador
Rubbing it's wet body against my pants in an entitled fashion

Then there it was again it looked back up at me for admiration
Those beady eyes searching my face for any notion of awe
Investigating me to see if it had earned any validation
I patted the dog and tried to make it feel special

The owner came out and tried to hide his jealousy
he looked hungover despondant tired eyes scanning
Then looking away continued down to the employment office
The dog looked up at me one more time then scooted off to follow the man

The bat reminded me

 The bat came in to sniff the bananas
Then exited in a blink of an eye
In a blink of my eye, now sad there sat a tear forming
I called thing back 
But it wasn't having none

I could feel many tears well up in my eyes
As the truth it delivered became so heavy and obvious
I had been faking it most of my life
A performer a disguiser
I had pretended

And so underneath there wasn't much
But silly soul that wanted to measure up
When the whole point was to ignore the competition
And build your own sense of self
The first tear wet and treacherous rolled off

Like a precious piece of me leaving forever
Like that little bat speeding off
What a faker i have become
what a phoney I properly am
and more tears followed the thought

The one that I wasn't authentic
But something I had sculpted and chipped away at
Mostly through frustration

Making my way home

 The car was running and I made it up the hill
Through slippery mud
Got into the car 

Check
smell of wd40
illusion fo fresh metal
illusion of safety

Death wasn't peaking
Obviously I dirties the mat through
I turn the key over and engine up up up

Without looking properly backed up
Drove onto the mainroad
nonhuman mammal passengers

Though with the full disguise of human
The road led down into a junction
The junction bamboozled my mind

I felt right at home with these human looking mammals 
For I had taken the wrong road
Along the wrong road I was forced to make a hazardous turn

This I would get myself back into the right road
I saw my life flash and all of that nonsense
Mostly just neon signs and porridge mind you

I pulled into the airport, it was empty
But the coroner said my blood alcohol levels were zero

The hand of field labour

 We hugged each other and sat by the boundary fence of the hotel
We looked down toward the neighboring farms
Where labourers were happily labouring 

In the fields under the pantha sun
Picking fruits and vegetables in grand baskets
Their hands so delicate and calm
As our hands still shook from the city

From the agitation adn earthquakes we created
And as sweat beaded and trickled on our faces
Their faces shone dry unaffected by the warm weather
They moved about in magical grace as lumbered clumsily

We speculated on how perfect their lives might be
Their pains and hardships well hidden unseen

Orange glow of separation

 The argument had eaten through the available exits
Just a fight a domestic dispute

Two people standing in a building after the fire
Arguing grimly about where the furniture should go

A future spent years drawing up between them
Now a municipal ruin
Paperwork soaked through
Foundations disagreeing with the house

The problem sat in the room like a thing delivered.
No one wanted to claim it
No one could move it

They walked back and forth
avoiding the centre,
Where floorboards developed opinions

Words came out dreadfully specific
Small instruments.
Each one inspected, sharp and placed between them

Neither shouted
Yet what a dangerous arrangement

Across the room curtains held an orange glow
late afternoon caught in the fabric
like trying to escape a burning envelope

The sun continued outside
Indifferent disciplined
Its right rays operating beyond the glass.

Dust moved through the light
small organisms enjoying the warmth

The room had not been taught and stood ignorant
Ashamed yet horny

It continued bathing awkwardly in the orange glow
its stupid suggestion that warmth was still available

They divided the future
Each one knowing what would be abandoned
and what would follow them

The curtains continued to glow
The house kept its mouth shut

And between them
the problem remained
heavy as those metal fixtures
Holding up the sun

Almost a tropical lymerick

 I crept through a window
The hotel room was sparse
the carpet thick but the walls lacked class
The bed was huge days went by fast

A big bathtub in the back for sex
A great inviting shower right next
Laying back on the bed we discussed things to do
How the holiday would be good for us two

Th hot afternoon outside awaited
Burying it's hot hands in the entrance door
Walls beside it's beating we couldn't ignore
So we exited to join the sun and adore
The beach and city and every tour