The spirit level and crazy drivers

 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

 

Damsel 4.0

Harnessing the calm and cool

Grief shapes the face
tones and polishes it better than makeup
and now you´ll take up the air

experiences have become hallucinogens

womanhood one long drug 

light carefree maleable at first

then constricted and rigid

thoughts are chaos

and emotions are beverages

anxiety and excitement

swinging together

on the reckless heart

pulling out a spark like lipstick
before the gasoline pit

that is the world of  family opinion

Burning kingdom

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 

The brainchild eatery

 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 official promotion

 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 

Contrasting island of the tiger

 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

Oblivious

 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 

Dreams that taint the hand and mind

 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

Tavern virtuoso short of a stint

 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

Pond life

 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

Maybe a career

 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

Trading stadiums

 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

The lost city of inner joy

 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

Davy grinner

 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
 

Fate and failed careers

 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

Way the light hit your face

 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