The door to darkness

huuu hu hu lies-tunnel-fate
You've bought a piece of prime real estate
in Sheol(calls the goat)

Half way down firey lane
childrens claws
blessed by a curse

graffiti walks at midnight
kicking it's brother in the head
rusty toenail through the lip like a knife

But addiction got up in him
concrete couldn't hold him
up to beg for a fiver

Struggling with birdlegs cramping
a dying liver
His lost relationships, including that one with god

brain damage kissed him
his brother didn't miss him
death like a cruel night draught, a big eye and hidden erection

That fat Abacaxi of ananas

The sun half poked out today
reasonably shameless
Trying to provoke the earth
The wall blocking it's charm

Fire brain infancy
sweet cloud compacted
sun burned
hurled to earth rooted down

A deep pearly cone
all ready to form a head
Inside the sunny crown
ray of honey light

short stumpy goodness
golden bold within
like a sun deposit
What a secret wrapped

Rational direction

A decade into my elderly years
My hunger to live a metaphor for the road
Roads go two ways forward and backwards
which way is your horse trotting?

Is your bike wheeling into the past
head turned back to steer avoiding traffic that is going forwards
Their smiles not at stock standard angles
harder to sell to ambitious throroughfare

My instinct kicked in
I needed the warmth and satisfaction
that a bakery might offer or refuse
Carrying expectation like a hostage wearing dynamite

Not well baked pies across the counter
but a wanting glance from the sweets exhibition
The bakery lady absent
Yet sugar loiters in the air

Back up that hill
Farm might not be there anymore
Horse and rider may not have arrived
expectation gripping the wings of the plane
Or the rudder of the ship

Blind to forward or backwards
(You may think you understood, read it again you did not understand)

One sunny aspect

Love looks up
happy to see you
Sun pops in warm
Grateful

I couldn't ask for more
Clouds part and blue time
let my index in
my joy and tongue

Rays my head
The sun a doctor
The fire of our system
moon head bakes off radiation

Love beads of sweat
fantasy street
grasp unreal

Me on the line-ghost

Hi it's just me
It's been a while indeed
But Here I am words for your eyes
Rhymes boiled, baked and fired

I'm nowhere but I am here

All ready to eat, so open up
pretend your listening
Don't forget it, like a sign
let those words tattoo your mind

I observe you

I sat down beside you my mouth fits
what you have now is my whispers
each one slipping in like a sip of coffee
sugary enough, more than energetic

Don't fear the shadows

It's me on the line
Sounding hopeful over the line
will you ever reciprocate lips open
should I viciously addict myself to the sensual void
The silence torn by sudden gasps

I am the silence limited yet powerful

As you realize I'm there with you
ghost-presence goose bumping over the left side
of your neck
Doubted I was there but with each word I'm there
in you

Afraid to acknowledge

wallowing in the silence as you form little attempts
at insights
But that parts mine, it is my property even as I tresspass
brushing your cheek
seeking your scent and disappearing
into the nothingness

ready to shoot back into your life like phantom lightning