A panflet life

 Your boring existence sends zero shivers down your spine
the tree fort that was never built faces down to you
bearing down on you with nails sticking out of it´s....
sarcastic grin

You found an idle state of living more favorable
a pot of nothing clasped with both hands the breeze cackles
you look down and ask the world to fill it, a tear falls in
the cool breeze evapourates it to keep it empty for you

Honesty you don´t want to set yourself free so embrace the preference
The dependence on the outside world to satiate you
to ignore your own self, your heart and mind simply existing
Not a moment of reflection, just outer stimuli and stimulation

A colorful game spinning on the external attention and approval
youth into hives divided into their shards of perceptions and false beliefs
protected by a thousand layers of algorithm
Your heads are letterboxes to be filled with panflets

Boredom keeps you inside the software
designing the panflet that will be distributed to a million just like you

Out of the food chain into the blockchain

 Lean gluttons sharpen digital spears
The primevil forest and the farm abandoned
The skeletal remains of the hunter gatherer
now just digital art with oversized emojis

Is the world full of stimuli or is it in our eyes
In our screens and multiservers
What are we fusing with or to
Has evolution duped us or have we duped it

It is this the proverbial forbidden apple
the wastelands beyond Eden
the fateful scorn of an old grumpy creator
Have we downloaded a talking snake

Developed and tooled up
will we auction pieces of ourselves off to the world
acquiring credit in a new currency
A foreign modern version of a self esteem

The shy provincial latecomers, heads held low
Can now purchase enough confidence to update their redundant traditions 

Over blessed gardens

 The gardens of the wooden stakes
rounded landscaped gardens in quaint compartments
leading up to the mountain academy tower
The humble giant shrunk and tended the gardens
as shouts and jeers echoed from the bars of the poor neighborhood below

People go into that garden searching for lost pieces of themselves
The garden absorbs their confusion as if it was nitrogen
Just enough shade to protect the fragile greens from the sun
Wildlife goes in from the nearby forests and becomes stranded 

within the high bamboo fences surrounding the gardens

The tower and its grounds look over the gardens
submerged in silent light reminiscent of a monastery
The cities orphaned boys and girls go there to learn
Climbing the tower of knowledge
Getting a perfect vision of what lies ahead 

A city o

 Dogs and brothers

reaching up to the head of the body

who ever is investigating you

harvesting your secrets

Each direction has a spell

a pinch of each ingredient

an inch of forbidden excitement

Forming a cross of strict austerity

salt and pepper

wealth and poverty

A1 block kids

 A1 and the land toward the dentist

The wooden pickets benched at the top

morning shadows long and intimidating

Somewhere nearby lurks the scrupulous headmaster


Children will just chase each other until exhaustion
simple joys will carry them through the first years
So obsessed with movement and laughter
Slowly losing their spontaneity

The boring rectangular structures 

old dusty carpets inside

Black boards and diagrams for us

creaky wooden floor moaning under running feet 

Youth and priorities

 The lower levels of the department stores were flooded
Sibling entered the glass shop front heartbeat elevated
He found the eclair behind a thin glass case
He took it as would your toothbrush

The golden light reflected over the glass 
lighting up the chocolates and bringing them to life
Yet desire was an imposter and both siblings felt so
That fruit too high, that jewel too expensive 

There the other brother was, two stories above the water
choosing his own treat was just about as exciting as eating it would be
Everything behind the glass conjuring the imagination of taste
Each aisle so idyllic and inviting

The water seemed to rise from within the building
Higher and higher closer to the floor the older brother was on
creating a time limit for his choice of chocolate
There were no more lamingtons available

This upside down hourglass the brother lived in
each grain that fell was a thousand liters of water
swamping the lower levels
Confused by the golden brill, searching for that chocolate

The conscripted noob

 Guns and rust and terrible death squads
the rifle jammed just after you aimed
Your cover has been blown and maimed
as your vest now bends inwards

Winded and distraught you hit the ground
bullets still in the middle of the chorus singing through steel
If there´s something that sits in the base of a gut that still feels
it´s that there´s nothing sweeter than rescue

A stretch convertible

 An inland town quite far from the coast
roads across that land like cords into a body
A tranquil lake reflecting a classic romantic sunny day
Age beside me, her long grey hair unfolding in the air
passing through the convertible

The patches of trees soaked up the dust of the road
as the car kicked down a gear to circle the lake
The hospital stretcher slowly broke the swinging doors
Like the bather on the coarse sand beach entering the water

The glow of the day would tranquilize a meth addict
The slow roll of the car endlessly moving and humming
simulating some meaning in it´s motion over road
A nurse curved over to offer death a little liquid
But death her blessed heart turned around and said
she didn´t believe in redemption

So we kept driving around that lake 
going so far, nowhere as no time passed
My grin seemed to merge with the tarmac lip of the road margin
melting that lip soft in the tangibly warm scintilating sun
beating it into a sweet bulge

Death often asks politely for a sacrifice
Positioning you conveniently next to the storehouse of your soul

Barbara next door

 Barbara there´s a hole in the hedge
there´s a curl too many in your hair
in your accent, Thomas left too early
Were you listening to the screech of the night train
The only noise on the silent landscape
Barbara do you think you could get another dog to feign normalcy
garage past a lost piece of you

Long jackets for june´s brisk walk to town
Do you long for the english way among us the lost
pretending to wear face masks, massage vowels with the natives
Unable to offer the scaffolding for such heavy outrage
A naked demon certainly outshines a million well dressed angels


What has the sappy township reduced you to
smokey cloudy afternoon not cold enough to stoke the fire
Not warm enough to feel comfort in your bones
Gossip bounces up around in there, like a rat high and bent off pink bats
What did they make you into and why would you play their convenient games

You could spend your beautiful life measuring the grass and selecting the perfect day
to cut it 3 centimeters shorter, snug british jacket
Soft cozy house life can only take you so far
Somewhere I strangely long to see you again you lost library
Did you leave us like an orchid shying into itself

Did you leave us like the falling petals of the mad front yard pink magnolia
Your strange expression echoing off into the valley air
A piece of us, a piece of you
a wedge the size of an ocean left to wonder
who was this next door

Oily crow feathers

 Where are you out here, where nothing breathes?
Could I offer you an empty promise illuminated
Just fly on smoothly down to it, fly around me
empty cage rusty handsome ruthless and lonesome
out here where the universe forgot to breathe

So let me usher you in the door, this windless day
call you in randomly from outside, where even the clouds hold tight
not drop not a spec for you, cut into the murder
wings must evolve on you, a few trillion heartbeats and some ice
smoothly off the transparent freeze into the vibrating liquid
and you are now born

Let me grease those lungs your future trail
you may just slip headfirst and slide the rest of the way into yourself
empty and prosperous eye for a mirror
a screen shot of yourself for yourself reassurance in supplement form
rusty handsome and ruthless, lonesome on the musty wind

Carried far from the organized space
the alter and simulated space of perfect ritual
where you all worship a lie with words dressed in truths
wearing tunics and gas mask makeup on the plastic dripping off
crow feathers in a universe that forgot to breathe

This planet, your box

 From what square warehouse do you call down from?
Fringe bouncing in the autumn easterly
Some kind heart put wheels on you
your edging forward thank the world for slopes

Which links were welded around you
knowledge close to the heart
Never unboxed
to the grave if necessary

Protocol absorbed
the rest of you grows around it
permission stamped signed and plugged in
the tunnel so narrow friction builds on your arms

The world is a block
the criminals sculpt it 
shamelessly
while you fuss out defects in their technique

Wooden floors and penthouse lofts
familiar chorus and prescription artesanal beer
There´s no lego coding for the death cough
The virus threaded into black and white uniforms

Experience should be given a respectable ph
instead it´s as acid as a small green squarish vomit chunk

Landslide´s vigorous efreet

Sleeping between two work benches down in the dust
The big empty workshop vibrating through cloud and thunder
Expecting the creature to continue it´s slumber
Versed in complex trickery now awake and invisible
Every impulse provokes it forward around the crucibles
Neither destruction nor construction satisfies it

Has anti- satisfaction killed every luminary love

They got you there

 I put them on
those old boots soon
maroon and weathered
age veins into wrinkles

For puddles and hikes
Laced up for impact and rain
protection in any terrain
Rubber sole bitten and worn

They tell a story of tracks
paths you took rough and dangerous
through forests across perilous ranges
Those old boots got you there

Now they look worse for wear
almost ready to get the boot
I like the way they feel down there
I think I´ll hold onto them

 one more year

Aiming from the same rifle

 she graces my day
hones my inner rays
Moves me from delayed
Keeps me closer to hooray
Than naysay

Tis the lady who halfs my life with me
shares the trifles, aims from the same rifle
cuts with the same knife as me
She ripens with me on the same tree
roots different yet intertwined

Roads were blurred and muddled at their junctions
There was no guardian angel to say i could start building my own
And there she was stones, gravel and sand to aid me
Our thoughts build that road through high hills
but they keep pounding and paving and toward a better life
aiming

I was often taken astray whims and vices a million
Imagine the price of wandering asunder
How I let them steal my thunder
and still be deaf and blind to a girl handing me lightning
A wife who aims from the same rifle seeks out the same prey

This rhyme a simple homage to her thirty eighth birthday 

A grateful giraffe

 This life a huggable giraffe
Each patch a wonderful lake to wallow in
waterslide into and feel each tethered hair
each flickering second

Some canopy you want to be able to see over
sunset there for the romantic
who deeply long for the future
singing in their own minds about tomorrow

Above the earth just far enough
to have a closer relationship with the sky
A mouth that can chew barbs
And offspring that just pops out walking

This life seems to be one of these heavenly giraffes
One of nature´s beautiful mistakes
galloping the savannah all dry and awkward
Above everything else, huggable and elegant

Questions raised by the faculty

Vocation in some strange dimension
The university was full
Courses awaiting us
long avenues that dip down then up for 3 kilometers
so you can see the rise in the future

conformity to impulse
This university town was eternally dusk
The sky a constant dim shade of blue late teenage autumn
students bickered in their lengthy disordely queues
waiting to get into the cafetaria

Time never existed here
Couples were making out behind the buildings
in the long grass and beside the regal gardens
As if by sixth sense making their way to town
Where they would seek distraction from study

The need for stimulation and excess
They converted the morgue and funeral center next door 
into a boutique entertainment center
The lucid mind agonizes over the old stately facade around it
like aged outer skin holding in some kind of youth

Evidence of interference
From the other side of the road I quietly witness
A pink balloon being ushered by a cool early evening wind
Eerily bouncing mid air like a freshman in front of the structure
Like an uninvited memory hovering over the fragile
Death hidden by lights and euphoria

 

Eastern pass

 The egg is empty
The wrapper is shiny
the gospel wails
Hollow joy

Chocolate crucifixion
I lick my lips
A bouncing bishop
a long eared priest

Maybe we can hunt down those sweets
Locating them in the olive groves
interrupting their prayers
Peter Rabbit wont deny us

Stricken

 Pale and offended
conservative and expecting the worst
The weather forecast is for acid rain
A ray of light, a hope still there.

Extremists quaint dream
Obligated into the dream
A foetus forced back into the womb
The sharpened blades of being groomed

Oppressive speeches
each word a worm on the sharpened point
of the dull glinting hook
Down in the darker clouded sea trenches of the mind

Cook me up a flavorless... (lack of a noun)

 Mediocre soup sounds great for dinner tonight love
could you make me a cup, perhaps spill a drop over the stove surface
have it dry and crust into something carcenagenic
My own fastidiousness irritating the soul from the body
A vibrational fart reverberation

A nice piece of normal fried on each side
for a tasteless minute seems to get my tastebuds hard
Dirty mustard imposing it´s outlandish tang upon there
The mouth recoiling but going back in for a nibble quite bipolar

Give me a slice of that grey conventional that everybody´s raving about
May it rot my teeth and taint my beliefs in silence
leach my genius and the sincerity out of me
leave me statue motionless ambitionless, maleable to the smooth fingers of apathy

Office in the afterlife

 Heaven is an office you have everything there
calculator and conclusions ready to move the meeting
Comfortable seat eternal sitting position
a strategy formed like a miracle

You can choose any writing utensil the mind could imagine
As if there was never an ending to your life meeting
the new state of your post death position
Still working like a miracle

behind that desk a new franchise to open
Organizing all of the middle managing self importants for the meeting
Each one piping up their uncouth opinionated positions
How they ever agreed was a miracle 

Worry a little

 Is there always something wrong
My answer is yes
A reason to panic and a reason to stress

The brain lights up as if on fire
what concerns are driving it so
What stone must you throw
just to get the moment

Isn´t there always something wrong?
Well your instincts tell you so
Pain is the soil in which success grows
Yet your mind searches high and low for a bad omen

This poem isn´t working out
I want my words back
A creativity refund
Why these words have no right to be printed nor read continually as I worry about some far off irrelevant and harmless little detail that has transformed a pin into a sword

Covid cardigan

 You smeared that covid over your pull malls
Your cardigans are knitted with the strain
You go out to lick the walls of the supermarket
The virus wraps itself around your voicebox

Covid inhale covid exhale
Covet and be a fan of that infection
breath in, in that direction
Nurses cough and contaminated curtains

vomitting blood as the lungs just worsen
Meet friends at the bar, beach or park
break in illegal trigger the disease in them
We were born to be hospital creatures.

A proud indulger(Keiner stirbt allein)

 The official party for funloving indulgers
their perfect seasons and perfect gardens
Big cheesy agreeing parties
Thanks for giving the world beer

North of the alps your ponds shine like your eyes
The plesiosaur chainsaw in your souls blunt yet?
Did they mix your soups and salads with enough
bigos and kisir?

Those alleys are now euphoric
Rules and specifications all left at home
And new abstract social protocol are threaded within your scarves
and so strangle your values

Big groups of hysterical middle aged women and men
blond cheese walking into takeaway stalls and beer shelters
night and autumn close on you simultaneously
Neon signs and festive music, carried away now aren´t you my child

And then your hands go to the bright sky
No one is alone
As I train my rifle on your family
separating husbands and wives

And then your hands go to heaven
as bullets fly through you
More clapping and indulging
die together so....
No one is alone

The lost highway south

 South town jews as armagaeddon ensues
Just a stone´s throw from the bridge
Almost like outcasts not quite in
Not quite part, yet better off

Their secrets never known
their own influence deep and lasting
Ignored by the many
And blamed for more than most

Somewhere on the other side of fire hill
Well hidden in the woods was their synogogue
their eyes are open, as ours are shut with gossip and comfort
They could see the broad body of the apocalypse

While the village fussed with their hobbies and bias
special shopping experiences, proud working class agreed poverty
Small minds and boutique sweet nothings, extras for soap operas
Unemployed gossip tea sippers, crumbs for saucers

As the end of the world ensues

Water under the bridge

 Nothing relieves like a humid toilet
door showing first sign bit of rot
the leak from the base dripping out
spreading out into a constant shaded patch

Turn the lock and lean back like in a nest
ready to rid yourself of that last meal mess
The stone floor reverberates with the request
To occupy

Knee jerk reactions
The last squeeze to accomodate
Yet what length will serve to clean the mud?
How many folds must it have for the smudge?

You sit and plot what you will do and say
for remaining hours of the rest of the day
Not too thick nor thin when deluge is rushing 
Yet it´s all water under the bridge after flushing