You your personal pope
kiss the ring of your own beliefs
the ring of your own habits
the ring of your own voice
in your own ears
slurp the slurry of your own conditioning
the familar taste of old reoccuring thought
you are becoming who you have always been
the tunnel gets narrower
you your own personal dealmaker
negotiating your own vices like a god
but giving into them like a devil
Like a pope
like the creature you became to hide you hideous flaws
Your string middle
flexible spice you are
A sign of my summer
wakeful thrill and you excite my slumber
colorful dress and corona mask
mid spring wind kicks up the shy devil
a few degrees under cooling off the skin
Your string middle
Your string middle
allows you to sway and swing in the wind
never broken anymore
A piece of string you are sensuality
A piece of my routine
my life essence
My day night and week cure
The bless and caress that makes the furry cat purr
She´s my string middle since I married her
The surburban grassy enclosures of our cities
rich valleys we are put to pasture in
life is encouraging until the moment
they come for our heads
You are what you eat
is the feast of words one might force feed you
From the noble brassica
to the monocotyledon staple
Senses are dulled
apathy litters the track
toward the deafening crack
of the abbatoir
The cheap bubble like philosophy
of the procrastinating and lethargic victim mentality
forms the passport needed for slow complain worthy diseases
A fine blend of distractions to confound us from the essential
ankle deep in the digital gintrap
each little reaction a brick to build a lofty reality
with finger locked eternally to keys
Not a one lifted to apply goodness offline
the language of life is the only language
the thunderblast of truth
the lightening of illumination
kill the pretty barriers
of lovely graffiti
The family batch empty and ready to be filled
Food and drink stored in old wooden draws
The entrance has it´s old yellow paint and cracks
it´s flaws and lacks
It´s a hideaway with a map toward the tropical pines
Each family tree gave branches and trunks to build the house
That lake is out of reach
but riches and leisure lie there
People moving in as we settled
typical migrants walking through the grass
toward their new house
we´d like to see ourselves as different
As we crowd makeshift tables
put up family portraits and welcome second cousins
none of their ambitions found the address
maps got burned and exit ramps were taken
We came about the lake by chance
Isn´t that the route to happiness
The illuminated character hangs off the wall
As the clientele woff down noodles
Thousands of schemes intertwined
and spill over the chin of the empire
Merciless eyes of the new woman
The east became her kitchen
long thin lines that were once borders
consumed by modern hungry hoards
Along side the salty waters
coveted soup bowl
Huge block shaped mansions line the wide lingering avenues
The capricornian dusk cloud´s rose and orange impositions
The city of São Paulo under the five thirty sun
the eternal sunset, a world pre-festive
Torrential rain like the old t.v channel less reception
as a testament to the popular funeral, sadness as entertainment
Ostensibly expressing compassion and import
To adorn one´s charater with virtous decoration
From the darker shadows of the side entrance
Out to the neglected stony carpark
The blotchy grey sky threw itself on us
as we searched for the egotistical celebrants at the wake
As usual it was a case of false address
as it was of virtue
as it was of sentiment
As it was in their fickle understanding of privilege
The camp was badly set up
Iceboxes froze the tents
criminals infiltrated
famine for adventure
The lake nearby would expand and contract
season after season
the camp was a stone´s throw
a margin´s rough scrub grow
Local farmers lost their cattle
which were grazing along the sides
ankles in the water
scanning for a new blade
of grass
to slit their throat with
The exhibit of the artist
had become a strange magnetic shrine
carved into the rock of an empty well
where neither time nor gravity seemed to obey
and the words and shapes confused generations, stigmas and preconceived norms
Like the lake it seemed to have little tides
breaking people´s honed ability to compare
throwing them out of their queues
extracting their putrid fomo
And immunizing them against popular declines
The warehouse womb
The cultivation of celebration
new wings and older spider webbed halls
The reconstructed scenes of great wars
The intoxication of the popular
Their rambunctious ramblings repeated
Like a code to curry approval into the groups
Each group obsessed with their own likening
The warehouse existance
space for ufo´s and simulated wars
abandoned sports and parked up road trains
Out of every room, every activity
each person will simply practice what they have already professed in
utter machine like relics motioning inside the gloom
forever after
The complexities of the Delphic
what crucialities get left out of check
quests that would make goose chases
seem like meaningful endeavors
As the mind loses to the heart throne
perception submits to hormones
desire drives the self toward and hones
the paradoxical divinity within
The few unlike the many, savor
prohibited varieties of flavors
The simple tongue repels and fails
Abstract flavors the common lug is curtailed by
Complicated want creates the gauntlet
Involuted enough to flaunt it
and extract some comic satisfaction
from the reaction of the stationary people
Stationary people convention´s delicate bees
glued to society´s drab portrait
complaining of the irrelevant
submitting votes empassioned by collectivism
People layed as bricks, brainless teeth
cemented to their habitations and beliefs
simple in their basic pleasure seeking brain
Mere road cones to the intricate lusts of the arcane
Holding the roadside with his stop sign
if you can´t control anything in the universe
put on the neon vest
moving and stopping the traffic
Cold southern dusk welcomes you into an empty house
Your home has become a game half played
some meal half eaten
some life half lived
Regrets and unresolved personal issues
sit like the crumpled neon jacket
It´s all waiting for the next failed relationship
The third beer seduction
The woe is me passionate embrace
The shuddering jerk back into your selfish sensitivities
The spirit level cracks and cries after hitting your last woman
Cutting the union´s throat a few degrees south of marriage
A few kilometers north of Dunedin
a few generations of domestic rifts´ legacy
secretly abusing and sabotaging
a possibly tolerable destiny
Away from common sense and the cops
indulge in and glorify rotten barley and hopps
Reversing into the street making love to your anger
putting surrounding common lives in danger
reversing into the future at break neck speeds
Violating everything except your perfect impunity
The inner core
like the earth
molten
My veins flood burning oil pours
The heat simulates great worth
golden
Value doubles and melts into the sweltering core
competition buckles and worsens
folding
My skin intact despite the fire´s overwhelming destructive laws
The court gut is hungry, it´s fuming corridors thirsty
smoldering like a world torched
Each flame a cell conspiring with my declaration in a roar
A fine lake of magma, inside is the ambition I daily nurse
Scalding in the willpower´s scorch
They are opening a new restaurant
in the left hemisphere of your brain
there will be long lines of people
running out of the central nervous system
You call it cerebrum
completely exclusive
with a dining deck balcony
that looks down on the temporal lobe
The director´s office turned into a bedroom
I told the younger guy to put in the earplugs
pizza pork and show tunes for breakfast
Plan of the prank, punch and panache
Plin novato the youngest member
excluded since september
As the execs plan rampage flash brag
Plin was the audience
The aboding goat
How the club fetish divines a victim
A live sacrifice in the name of creative hubris
Redundant gold watches tick on fat wrists
The island of the tiger
dry shaggy sunbleached coasts
scrub fighting to stabilize in the roast
The humble folk not unlike the scrub
crowding and spreading looking to feed
all toward survival under the heat
one kilometer in land, eternal afternoon tea
one thousand fruits lay untouched on large trees
water ways and birth canals, no toil, no disease
Tiny reptiles and water insects
The mother of fertility, on the land protects
through delicate touch on fragile backs and necks
The baby boy was a supermarket announcer
A baby cesar who was lost on his way home not yet crowned
Half animal and reaching for the sun the years to come so unsweet
recognizing mess, the heart traumas and the name of the streets
The cream pastel of the back of the college building
under it lay a tidily grassed ornamental hill
the cream pastel of the college building uttering we were lost
shadow embracing it lightly unable to hug it enough
to call it love
The baby boy looked up not knowing itself
Simply carried away by a panicking older brother
The baby boy was paving the street
just to crawl forward
as the shadow danced and attempted to seduce the college building
legs dragged on as did the day and it´s light on the baby boy´s cheek
The necessity for grocery shopping
The desire for proof of fertility
prioirites get muddled and infants forgotten
neither the sun nor the moon make very good parents
And abandoned babies hear the whispers of oblivion
even over the noise of the bustling market
The night offers unto us the delightful delusions of colorful dreams
their comfort very temporary euphoria
Pathways into wonderful worlds that make us heroes
and stir sublime fantasy based glory
The nightmare offers reconciliation from traumas
The bitter extract of disappointment
the trained killer of expectation
The nightmare dressed in dark hellish insight
liberates the pain of sweet delusion that mixes into our daily slog
The sweet delusion that
gets unrealistic hopes above our eyebrows
encourages us to put down our brick and mortar
The colored light dappled and slithering
brushed against dreadlocks and fullcheeks
bracing the microphone and spraying his voice
down on the eaters
prolonging the harmonies
An electric ghost twisting itself into the song
strumming the heart strings, deep riffs drummed
Over the stage from the second story looking down
Touching up on the tattered lyrics through howling euphony
mouths consumed the sumptuous fare tuned
to ears consumed by melody and croon
just one more spoon full
alas the dude farewelled the room
cigarette break and promises
that he´d be back soon
The hooks entwined
parent and child frustratingly caught
no room for bait glinting and blinding eachother
Contrast shining lovingly and haplessly in the water
The minnow runs after it´s rather thicker elders
and often overtakes them headstrong without a direction
disoriented getting dragged by the current and it´s own reflection
The path ahead needs forging
But can you adore a lost Deiety
an aimless paradise
Until some semblence of line throws forth
Some artery forward that still connects to
the deep pool of ambition that runs aimlessly
up and down your cervical spine
Unreachable balance
someone left out
maybe you
Long hours offer you identity
An external personality
maybe yours
Maybe you´ll date
candle wake light
though yawn
maybe it´s fate
a raise to fight for
No recognition
zips and buttons to shut you up
A coastal cave filled in
You get on the train with friends
tickets and smiles and joy based on anticipation
It comes to a halt near city center spacious and romantic
chaos and crowds youthful minds panic
Up through the streets looking for peers and pairs
Many languages and face glow confuse the air
into the open countryside in cheap open cars
Have we gone too far?
Into the forbidden archaelogical sites
Is this way to the stadium the right?
Down to some strange narrow river port
Which stadium are we to visit, which sport?
The dying voice of a dry hot summer
whispered save me a seat on the boat admist the clamour
The old rocky rustic islands and withered aleppo pine trees
took our sight and then our minds off spectacles we were yet to see
somewhere up in the rocky stands where everyone would be
screaming the predictable timeless goads and pleas
When outside and in there is nothing
the void of things
the lack of meaning
crushing joy
where will you seek your relief
hard long days that don´t sustain you
What sacred bond would you form
outside yourself to satiate your inner emptiness
Among the error and frustration
the brush and weed obstructing your path
where will you find the blade to cut down the overgrowth
How will you sharpen it on your way...
To a city you don´t even know exists
A little strip of sweat stained blond hair
moves to and fro on the face
As his jaws conjure sound
and support those smile muscles
weaving the chat and giving the throat a rev
The spin and groan of the voice aims to enthus
You don´t want to be a hobbyist
People´s ignorance offends
The yarn turns and twists
until it´s no longer familiar
Euphoric boyhood glee
Sweet excess-- foreshadows and follows shameful bloody birth
oily diaper disomfort-- lack and excess of attention and fuss
Daylight changes like your face
friendships and illusions
The well polished grain on vertical wooden uprights
separating the partitioned sitting corners
where commonalities are analyzed and appreciated
parallel to the conventional consumption of angst destroying flavored ethanol
Network nausea-- heating and building floors for a self esteem
Social life cake oven-- kindling for status and sparks of belonging
Unknown edges of the quickly forming night
Joy has been clumsily engineered
your brain jumbled words and streets and neighborhoods
until the route home was a lost and broken experience
An office and breakfast bar merged into panic-- searching for dried fruits and recognition
False phone numbers force fingers to rush buttons re dialing toward missed opportunities
pancakes with overly sweet invain sauce
Finally the employer was called through the correct line
each approach to pleading just provoked more cackling and shame
The nature of some errors stain your heart with a radioactive glow
So off you go well hungover
searching for a new place, a new opportunity
A small oversweet pastry to be consumed quickly and forgotten
as the contract states
The damp stone floors of saint andrews institute
a dragon contrast from
warm dry carpeted laboratories
gossip spilled across the granite
wetting the tip of the red carpet
famous feet sometimes gracing the tide of it
focused on flashing screens are curious faces
and absorbed like the red carpet beneath their feet
The heat calls to war a fine film of sweat thereon
The fine layer reflects the light of the screen
until somewhere in the middle a hypnotic sorcery
acquires their purchasing eyes
The floor shined with the sparkle of the future
The oversized t.v an AI baby sitter
The child infinitely alone
Grand plans for adored son
Inside that heart was space for a warm family
dark floor reflecting the light pouring off distant hills
broad empty spaces inviting meaning at every angle
remote control fell from his hands
longing in his eyes toward the distant windows
from floor to ceiling not a morsel for the soul
The bar was fruit
the intention apricot
beer poured into the vessel
office tired weasel
Watermelon double dating
a city with grand internal spaces
a thousand isolated young yearn vaguely
Like a cocoa bean it was a city of large restaurants
giftshops crowding and bulging along narrow lanes of it
Some of us give fruit after a year and shrivel up
and some of us only give fruit after many years of toil
yet never truly shrivel
City steps fall down across it, catching bouncing berries
Trust is the fruit of good exchange
a plantation of good faith is the underlying system
The circus of local harvests tickles your apetite
the circus of this fruity city tickles your face
flooded with dull grain and obsessed with survival
From the outskirts of the concrete mess
into green chaos
You are the very fruit raising lids on containers
of terrible content
Thus your eyes never escape my abundant words
There´s no steady
Life won´t carry you
Candy is suffering
We can fall from the skyscraper that was a career
purpose smashed and paralyzed on the pavement
Emptiness is cracking jokes at our expence
raining on our grey hair
we´ve given so much
Taste is longing
Our face needs to be painted into the picture
wrinkles, flecks and speckles over hopeful clean eyes
Some lost nephew singing our praises
The grass is too long and summer is closing
Your eyes fill up wth the last sunsets
Pain no longer an enemy
Life is in not so many words a bird
Because divine is the concept of flight
My god is the future
Not the present concept of time
Life is affirmative with exceptions
not one encroaching on the force of abundance
My god is inquisitive and curious
residing in our brains
Last words cheerily exhumed
hospital bed epiphany
the last of the family were given their nametags
death was just a deficient child in the corner
questioning it´s ability with the scythe
Last words planned on a banner
in a tear catching letter
In a softex swiping video
The last insights of a lad on his way
death just threw in another few years
Sitting alone on a parkbench
god told him to watch the old man with eagle eyes
but death stared out like a defendant waiting on a plea
the job never got any easier and the scythe had to be sharpened
the pumps and machines to accompany me
when visitors couldn´t find the time to see me off
Some new beginning north of alpha centauri
some new beginning on the fuel of heartfelt sympathies
Death herself won´t look me in the eye
iv hangs off my arm and the minutes and hours I have left
seem to talk to me, the end to me
the language of death
a few dialects in serious diseases
these are a few of death´s delicacies
Death so suave and so confused
Not a middle aged gentleman with a pocket watch and goatie
The untangible witness
The last heartbeat, the last breathe
Not guest but strange host observing, ever approaching
In the jumble of existance, the disorder we´ve been thrown into
In the track and cycle, in the philosophy of destiny
all of it like clothes we wear
The drive to the beach filled with the likely scenery
the grin, smile and frown- journey through
Somewhere in it is the divine scientist
writing jokes about evolution
Behind the curtain pulling the lever
to each little impulse
Ordering and adding chaos to every little pool
in each geopolitical pietry dish
coming out of the screen invisible
not able to communicate with it´s own creation
Somewhere in an artifact it´s written
in that same artifact a challenge is made
The endeavor that would cut a generation down
ruin a civilization
as god wipes his lips after taking a swig
In one blink we moved from animals to robots
a Line of code written across the world system
Digital Scripture
God the first word
Misunderstood by you the reader at every possible angle
Through life we are unquestioning creatures
scuttling through busy and idle routines and screen´s new features
Ruled by well designed populism
Neon bright marketable ideas lit up by the base
tearing out your tastebuds and engineering a collective face
This system creates convenient shortcuts
An algorithm that makes you, your biggest fan
our past rusts our eyes through
our tongue and heart too
Through the unquestioning void of our true bias
Our known and familiar surround design
The software helps us build it
and we walk out holding billboards written -individual
We walk out like a conveyor belt´s exit
with individual printed to our foreheads in the most beautiful fonts
We walk out identical
Ruled by well designed populism
we are the market internally and externally
we brainwash ourselves into believing a uniqueness
convenient shortcuts to the products we are sold
Altogether the past rusts our eyes
our culture rots our skins
our consumerism infects us with the same virus
And we get into the limelight of our own comfort zone
celebrating ourselves from computer screen lit shadows
we are the glowing mess of the social media foodchain
our essence a grey sludge resting on the chemist´s bench
To be mixed into a convenient recipe
and then sold as a currency
Life once made sense to him
The wind would blow to hurricane limits
but not leaf would be stripped from the tree
Life moved on toward a mid city creek
sunny and glad the hill cloud divide
Sweet calm imposed on him like
a totalitarian curfew
Dependency an ugly new skin
worn now at age
Life no longer makes sence to him
The two grand angels that graced his existance
will now be part of a new disappearance
that his brain comprehends
that his heart won´t admit is crushing him
yet conspires with mouth to pretend
The sweet calm, now visits as darkness
where feeling danced across the sunlit stream
dull hill cloud sends it´s voidlike greyness
But father unique
no simultaneous farewell I beg
Live on to hear their tongues utter another language
Live on for new life´s arrival
So new life choose me
to warm our conditions
burning midcity hill cloud
for another year of vitality
It knows us well
it explores our digital existance
and we go on as if undiscovered
It knows our desires like a complex recipe
a fraction of it goes to advertising companies
Each click we deem a choice
The rest into a deepening container
the shape of your essence
We go on as if undiscovered
It wasn´t a computer virus
that deepened our dependencies
