Indifference swell

The boy became a man round and overweight
The food filled him until he was 23 full plate
Gumboot legs and tyre waists
Pizza syrup and sweat feast good
paddling pool of lard to victimhood

A flat tyre boy scored on by layabouts
self esteem reduced to a mere 0.2
He bought some bright new lies for his few truths
The excuse he needed to sing the blues
suffer a whole decade missing every obvious clue

He lost the kilos and gained the swagger
Yet formed madness of the mind which cut like a dagger
After that nothing really settled well
He went back to the mundane passive space in a shell
His concern for the world shrunk and indifference swelled

Puberty horror

The skinny teenager sways and shivers
embarrassment fifteen
Wearing their skin awkwardly
Hormones now dominant

On the bounce, ice cream melts ruminate
Study, liberalize and suddenly illuminate
You got some fifth grade frustrations
A million scolding throbbing hot temptations

The hair ricochets off the shoulder
the hair cascades, rolling your stomach boulder
legs stretch as do smiles
you fold as you confirm her as the wild card holder

Waffle taste buds saliva drowns you
the mind gulps down fantasies that are untrue
loins quiver, coins jingle you wing it fearfully
And flirt between suspicious glances carefully

New college paint fills your nose
interrupts her perfume spray rose
Interrupting your mental picture of her pose

Acne in the mirror
The facial greasy terror
How are you going to date young sir
Insecurities so loud you can't even hear her

The clumsy spy

Your special identity still leaves a trace
Secret agent among the human race
Not even recognizing your own face
Getting lost in the details of someone elses mission

pushing exhaustive hours
Telling yourself you have power
Getting to know the now

You trip over your laundry basket and shoe laces
Morning slapping you across the face
lost your badge and costumes

Thinking no one knows who you are and none so curious to delve
when some of them see you clearer than themselves
Thinking past brief exchanges equal friendships and fame
When some them can't even remember your name

The world can't worship you, when you are not bold
for what identity have you bought or sold
what traits are you still in debt for

So many just deaf to their calling
Like a farmer fishing on a trawler
Are you one like this old son

A secret agent who needs help
to reveal your identity to yourself

The bus to hell

Their groans are a language
naming ghouls and demons
They get lost in their sick addictions
dedicating themselves to vindictiveness

He got on the bus casually
after successfully destroying a few good people
It was his version of fun actually
Impaling priests on their church steeples

The light granted me a spiritual axe and told me to chase
And chase I did with a mindless robot grace
Hunting the evil entities and wounding them
setting free their traumatized victims
Before the bus hit the second dim

And the decent got murky and riled
All wholesome things wrapped in hideous denial

The smirk on the devil´s lost son
was leaking truck oil
and his mouth burped exhaust fumes
T´was he who invited me to kill him
until he arrived in hell

Adventurer, worker, queen

On the edge of the village looking in like a child of curiosity
Sunset still bright lighting up the city
so much movement and so many smiles and warmth
Leaning on a post as if at sea

She is Jewel over the town
reflecting in the sun and taking my eyes for a ride
her glance back cradled my heart
The I saw her on the second level casting her eyes over me

Inviting me up despite my defects
Disappearing into the crowd
Inviting me to find her
My memories are people interrupting me

Love along the sky
through the corridor of the heart
The real her turning around and smiling
Slowing the confusion into sense