Form a queue

 The queue was often vertical though sometimes horizontal
A bench where people sat and worked on becoming friends
The training happened at night
flashing into day the beach and the sea

Heroes looked up knowing in their face
beach sand was age lines from wind and water that food of the elements
like sand was blown in a thick dust all over our identity
tanned and yellowed by the sun

Those heroes left these helpless humans
and their illusion of rights
crude and misguided expectations
in long rows and files waiting for a turn that will never come

survival was horizontal
Legs into motion
rushing at the window
for a chance at validity

No space for law
so enjoy this wide smile
anticipating the feast to come
over insane lands

People line up to get what they think they need
The lucky few that get in at the door
soon find out they have no vocation for it
Night exchanges smirks with dawn

For they truly know
feel electric darkness
Compose symphonies about the dying herds
waiting to have a label stamped into them

lingering sullen expressions, looking for a badge to wear
The few masters we adore get lost in the landscape
and all there is, is the line of people staring toward the entryway
desperation made love to idleness and gave birth to lethargy

Staring at what use to be the entrance
So few were accepted and so many stand at the door
And wait as night and dawn laugh their heads off
creating a decapitated morning

A nonthinking light
a default purpose
an ongoing complaint that has no response or solution
A life of undying indifference 

The unjaundiced sun arms folded
looking out to sea
Not interested in the static tensions
stationary woes and chronic anxiety of the waiting hoard

Social media injury

a word

what could it conjure
A speech 
who could a speech injure

An appeal
what kind of popularity can you garner
Secret hostilities we harbor
That carry outrage much farther

Your guts on the screen
No surgeon could cut it back into place
intestine kraken viewing display cocaine
Rubber neck urge predisposed brain

bleeding into the feed
How these sheep are pleased
Bloods a hot issue no stitches
distract the destitute from their ditch

Baking enmity in those screen set eyes
Throw in entrails and fry
seeing red past demurral
ruptured controversial

The haemorrhage takes on a life of it's own
Hyper micro videos turbo sewage drones
Sponsored and branded blood stained calamity
unbutton rage and consolidate artless vanity

supercilious and regurgitating the status quo
Woke asleep, eyes open -reflection closed 
haughty, plastic and jejune
overcloned and unimmune

The vagabonds and the wizard

 we dragged the hotel over land
Landlords and dogs stood by to watch
Wheels turned and rivers spilled
great groups of friends addicted to the sugar of the journey

Our buses and belongings bouncing off our tired backs
Movement seemed like food
Hundreds of miles of great steaks and soups
Immigrant hearts that would stop beating without motion

Telling ourselves to panic when paths become untraversable
Yet spending the greater parts of weeks
On flimsy bridges and roads
14pm sun put it's money in as well

But the river stopped the convoy from going on
The old antique dealer with a thousand dogs marched down
Down from that long driveway that was extended mortality
aromatic life growing along those terraces all edible
Down he marched and bellowed

Go through backwards you fools
The height of your journey and a surefooting
Only come from understanding
The long leagues you've already tread

A girl too short

 She reached up to the bar
But the bar was too far
she was disproportionate yet no longer clingy
How much of that was god?
How much her upbringing?

She reached up to the tap smaller
To pour herself a glass of water
Tip toe and whine She couldn't reach
pleading help yet unwilling to say please

Galloping indoors as if on a horse
Then into that screen fully immersed
Unknown to herself first

She would keep reaching
Like the sick for a nurse

For the cure for a spirit short in stature

The adult

 The clouds seem to limit
ambitious parents

Lost so lost
But guided like it all makes sense

The cross over from childhood
that exchange of chemicals

Those supposed goals for living
distilled in ridiculous consensus

We nod at the shores
Embarking as predictably as our parents did

Darker skies sow no seeds of relief
They promise storms in an impudent tone of voice

The friendship has grown for years
all importance was built eagerly by peers

Thunder rips and rams those clouds and pummels
Creatures of habit become furniture

Life raft

 A life raft

What I read on your face wasn't indifference
It was a well practiced patience
years expected to have been gracious
If our bodies are cities anger is sewage

Resentment to purge
My Selfishness can't build outlets or bridges
It takes perspective and warmth
to keep from being frigid


What I heard in your voice 
It wasn't irony that I caught
But often distracted attempts at import
A caring despite tempers too short

We need somewhere
and with someone to vent
Each episode of disaster
efforts my mum's good intent

One Christmas perception
I rest in the blissful conclusion
Behind expectations and contention
I see the efforts of my mother's intentions

A piece of salvation forms
A life raft on a sea under constant storm
This thank you letter to the being I was born from

No rhyme nor compunction

 No trust in her eyes
fire in her hands
conflict radar
Fighting posture

At first demure
then fists raised
grin wider than a hyena
Laugh sardonically acid

A fall in joy
A loss of bliss
An urgency to repair
The offended stranger's composure

Offence was a game
a species of tennis
net on fire
grin to frown no love

At first demure
Then a testing 
With pointed aphorisms
and parallel nips

For age must be no fun
though sensitive egos are

William Fog

 The trees and pools
and minus 6
but the humid fog
takes it all away

Business trip
turned into a life
With neighbors
that appear

As the fog diminishes


Winter died that year
steam rose up like an empire
Prosperity lined it's wings
dragging clouds down

covering the land in a thick fog

The path forward is obscured
Nothing to know
Nothing to see
No seasons

Just a family on an island
The edge of Europe

Leaf of Christ

The grapeleaf

 Symmetry delicately tickled 
spread out upon the absorber God's son
life's own weave toward our hunger
abundance in design

all elements
sustenance and medicine
sculpted perception
ironic veins

Leaf of chaos

 The grape leaf 

An overcrowded room
music and lights instinctual dancing
Inebriation and insistant crapulence
screaming and bellowing

Euphoria  and stimulation
an infinite moment
ticking backward
Like into a glass

The view from your building

 The storeys of survival
In the edifice of life
The skills into jobs
the fruit into the blender

The phone and urgency
a plan for this human exhibit
time falls out of the hourglass
The sand falls like belongings
out of a suitcase

Collect old friends
like antiques
with all of their flaws
all of your yours

Aim for a tunnel in the sky
One that leads to an unknown future

Under the trolley-walls of beyond

 The old child the pavement wears
the moon and seventy years
over her desperate face in street lamp light
Abandoned life of one everlasting night

I've never felt so helpless she uttered in hum
under the hindered buzz and spill of cheap white rum
searching for trash to trade begging with guile
her gutter stained smile

The old chain of a child
the street written on her face all wild
with all the malice and majesty of folley
Her man comatose under the trolley

The one they collect cans in
Their first belly under god
The moon and death poke and prod
Just to see if she can still shake or nod

curbside intoxicated existence
The locals fiercely plead riddance
The ticks and tocks of withdrawl
The patrol car's ominous call

The chipped brick as much in her smile
as in her frown
The stray dogs they adopted attempting wily
yet remain on the ground

God has to answer for it she said sick
Mouth swears no pain did she self inflict
But dawn chortles from her mouth's smile headlong into strife
The walls of the world beyond are built in this life

A fly's luck

 you drone by 
circling the room
investigating the sofas
Investigating me

vying for a crumb
a light hum to the buzz
as you move across my field of view
Irritation blips on the chart

you zip around
diving and weaving
landing briefly
lifting wings

tumbling and landing
wandering over thread
 tasting the surface

The ghost and the word

 when I see you ghost
I can't see your face
I simply know not what you want
You hug the shadows as if they were more than me

Oh I see you crawling somewhere out of the corner of my eye
as if on the edge of a skyscraper
by the time my head is turned you are gone
But I caught a glimspe my ghost

And what kind of creature do you deem me to be
as you step around me
Observing me as if I were special to heed
What color aura is it that you assume to read

Likely some decades you slipped away from life's ecstacy
Or was it a century or two maybe
Why here now and why me?

When I see you flow off the wall gracefully
You make me want to build a shrine
The hindrance of your existance you say
somehow stuck in this timeline

Unable to translate the esoterica
or divulge the secrets of death
The unreadable image
The unknowable truth lest

The focus of the presence like sermon predica
my very language in dream translated
An instant perception, shards of an old life faded
A light from somewhere the past collapsed

to the woken moment
a world asleep
and ghost who I'm host to 
homage in lament

The inner sight the eye that sees both ways
I see you ghost undesirable
The churns of my existance give you shelter
 this dark fog that each letter forms

This dark fog emitted from the finger
that captures the likeness of all through ludicrous word 

Salt over the shoulder

 

somewhere through the key hole of middleclassdom
snug into privileged cuddly
Habits of a new sophistication foreign and ugly
reaching back toward that battered way of life
from a life of plenty
through a slang, a laziness, a void in one's identity

Well if I could be more
i'd rub it like herbs into steak
Like salt into wounds
like dirt into eyes
chords into tunes
hard deathly lines into runes

Like a contract 
tatooed into the skin and rediscovered at winters end
An arrival banner at the end of a race
a new car as it pulls into a drive way of bushes and envy
A salary will you push you up toward it

your face expenditure
your voice advertising
your life a rehearsal
to endorse this game of ascension

The tractor wheel's bride

 duty controls footsteps
guides her down the same path
until footprints became a path
and the path inevitably became a trench

The familiar labyrinth of one woman's routine
each corner presenting a predictable sight 
as she rounds it into that part of the day
walking in the air of her existance

repeating as if to affirm
even as offspring deaf
even as husband transfixed
by his own midlife inadequacies

that trench a frown
Constantly downward
and into the mud
and duty
Pretty martyr

The trench runs thin
familiar and dim
a purchase metal and shiny
helps you forget your heart
That calls like telephones once did

The muscle, mouth and stomach

 metal and sweat
freaking out on the effort it takes
to push out breath
to push out metal
and invite strength into my arms

the mind has its own friction
as does the joints
and crazy opinions
that press together so hard
To smash into shards

yet I remain whole
every vigor
My greatest failure
forgetting how to imitate
and sinking into the puddle

That is the secret sauce
the psyche a power a thousand times the manada mind
the essence of me squeezed from a few confused decades
Into a rhyme of vein and insight
Into an energy that every hormone and chemical support

that marina trench mystery 
In my longitudinal fissure 
Running up the questions of life
And pumping them into a meat grinder
so I can fry them and sustain myself

So that I can pump Iron
become solid 
see over the horizon
and walk there on solid legs
anticipation flex flex flex

The never sauce
That I can sense
With my olfactory assiduity
My eye's knife and fork
The oven on my tongue

devour it slowly

not a crumb be left
even a prayer from the blessed

could not marinate it

As it goes to the center of my stomach
To help me conquer a world asleep
shake it all up awake
burn it just to extinguish its flames
Then dine on it again like a eternal furnace

 

A statue of a city

 It was rainbow through
all a pale blue
one day you might see it all again
Your eyes falling out of your head just to reach the color
cloud brushes the high altitude land

somewhere near the smell of rain and new life

The city was polished and columned
A level of prestige
A pond of a day abundance
roads well lined with stately cyprus
screaming to be back in Italy

farms around soaking up the chalky deluge

smiles could age
not through this season
we through a disc that consumed the sky
and put us into a humid trance
dodging the sun

We've landed in a paddock
where the face humanity is grinning

Romantic investigators

 My police car is dirty
after the chase
it was an incredible offender
vocation in fact

the structure was burnt
reports were written
the coroner and forensics fell
during post tragedy lorn and smitten

Before caffeine

 dawn thunder
splattering 5am
the gloom
pulling the day through heavy cloud

it's all fresh and moist
like a salad
under the drizzle
It broke into the night

morning rises
rain falls
thunder bathtub
floods of fame

A scattering of showers
that beg for boiling coffee

A little product with no purpose

 You the statistic
defensive redundant irrelevant
arguments forced upon you
the divine duty to consume

A number to be collected
reshared and targeted in every campaign
Our panel of experts to push numbers
increase sales, be the purchase

The tunnel vision
a pipeline of opportunity
Can we count you inside
sliding down into financial dependency

Overcharged prestige

 football face
I look at your commentator face
cheeks that droop down past the jawline honey
That is the definition of goop

swaggering charisma it the motormouth
churning out predictable pretencious predictions
dressed in talent yet nakedly overrated
football face

A pile of pleonasm
tumbling out of well proportioned lips
That smack injecting the exact saliva index
As the voice box bangs and booms around

The tones they search for on supermarket shelves
reminiscent of the brands that spread the disease
Of obsession with fake novel prestige

Raggedy path declared

The clouds broke, the day was clear and the accuser stood before me backed by a thousand fanclub obsessors... 

(announcing)
You don´t belong anywhere
For no group or collectivity do you care
A statue far from us, we´d like to ban
A true island disconnected from us, the mainlands

I answered them...

This is my own raggedy path indeed
My own rejuvenating bottle of uncertainty
eyes outside of me continue bewildered
Confused by the alien nature of my anti-guild

The world is a bridge stacked with lemmings
each human like blunt bricks by the many
So they fit into a wall of conformity cemented
stuck under pressure dumb blind and obedient
Until they tragically become debris

The taboo of independent thought never freed
enforced by insecure peers and envious collegues
Safety in numbers screams the flock herd and school
fear and derision shared by popular fools

Veronica the fruit woman

Half a smile as the morning sets it´s heat for midday
reddish cheeks and cynical winks
The calmness of the prestorm grey
somehow blessed

Short stubby legs keep her active
Over the fruit on sale

The love a grandmother might want to reserve
Keeping the bitterness below the lines that might form
On her aging face

she looks at every customer and passerby differently
at each face as if there were truly a soul behind 
but sometimes the wince and tight lemon lips
Lets us know there was no soul in that passerby 

 Not a second but a wide berth I give them
For the stare of veronica passes through to the little essence
Or lack there within
The abundance and life of fruit reflects in her face

Not a simple grocer
but a lost saint living a life curbed by others voices
the well intentioned and mal intentioned vying to influence
Neither awate that they don´t inflict or gain points

For the woman who sells that fruit old as she is
Is but a little girl who recieves each day as a present
And unwraps it in the street as she reaches for change
Or as she bags that fruit as she has done for decades

Wrist pain

 wrist pains
what is life 
When the tendons get you down
The tangle of veins stretch and kink

Wrist pains
Oh dear what was this life to be
Through the spectacles of agony now
I just about can´t see

Wrist pains
Of all the nagging drought bred parasites
The ache in where my body pleads for dexterity
Unable to manipulate the puppets in this parody

Wrist pains
Surging through forearms like flames
 All logic bleeds out of the brain
more than a twinge insane

What is life for so many painful distractions
barely shake your fist up at that invisible assailant
A cream or repellent
Just never any relief

Rosson´s den

 yellow warehouses full of growing cannabis stalks
Living rooms for parties and inebriation
The remains of dinner fall off dirty plates and soil the sidewalks
A thousand teenage adults attempt to classify for an invitation

They would be the popular hanger ons that would rustle up cash
and customers latch on to the latest scheme and theme for a bash
Big trucks and classic cars that have been restored and soldered
long and heated speculation arms folded

Only the gesticulator keeps himself hands free
as the others devise strategies to disagree
The task force drug awareness mobile workshop arrives
Pretend to be human for an hour hidden knives

Before transforming back into crisis seeking addicts
half drunk on their own sense of shrunken identity
As the butt of the joke was aimed at these thugs
Who fill the void in their personality with drugs

The yellow warehouses were like these big garages of fun
The police came in burning and blazing guns
The specialists having confiscated tools of sin
Rosson the big gangster had nothing but a grin

For it wasn´t warehouses weed
Nor party living room perks
it wasn´t even the drugs that made it all work
it was the social rug sewn of outcast fibres

And he simply slung that rug over his shoulder 
opening his party somewhere hidden damper and colder
atleast for a few months of chaotic senseless fun
As the reflectioness youth collect like tar in their own lungs

A search for value?

Our qualities
wrapped in confusion
smooth frowns and smiles for sale
flat and sugar coated
discount

collide with the good and the bad
confused at the birth of this moment
Time winds it around your head
dizzying you with the motion of existence

I´ll strive I tell the world
None of my deeds recorded
None of my thoughs and feelings convey me out there
struggle to build an identity

In a world of fixed structures 
attempting to sell or rent you opinions
we dive on this reef running out of air 
as we look for pieces of ourselves in the artificial coral 

waves of confusion knocking us back under
where we chew on egos and past pain
and fear the imminent shark of our psyche

Encounter with the Grumixama

 morning pours humidity into the street
A well rooted fruit tree into the sidewalk
Plump fruits hanging down
Bigger than cherries

A route almost never taken
Maturity of moist spring
A sugar makes its exchange
Between the leaves

Waiting for my fingers to pick it 
and taste that year of growth in it

Affirmative exit

 the mega annum
lightning has formed it 
Snow storms
Bleached palms
an ocean mouth

the hand holds the root of the mountain
molten legacy
the hand smooths it all
lips to corn

tempests spring up from calm
disagreeable
hammering on humanity
remains like a broken alphabet

stories never told
rites not carried down
predators reclaim the land
The megannum

The suicide of complacency
Take your legs and run
Death takes many forms
shows many faces

Not by bullets shrapnel bombs or radiation
But by waves of snow rain sea and fire

In the prowess

 Sunlight reflects
the smell of opportunity of the moving walls
the real lift of the senses
the right to life

Rays are curving telling lies 
blurring the brain
A dopamine cake
The ego frenzy

The scent that throws you forward
eliciting another plain of existence
the shaken life
Prowess

That taunts you with the unobtainable
eternal vicious fire in the palm
the sacred visions

Aetius and the welllspring

 The emperor had escaped the chaos of the continent.
He lived like a monk in the cellar of a huge castle,
on an island.
His days were filled with venturing into the lower abandoned levels of the castles to forage food.
finding a nearby slat between stones where sun would burst through for an hour to get enough light. And traveling down into the tunnels of the castle hundreds of meters below the last floor of the cellar to get water from an underground creek.
The monotonous years went on for years and years, yet his skin didn´t age.
And his hair didn´t grey.
He spent three hundred years like that, he knew the weekends because lords would come and celebrate there every weekend. every two years a drunk lord would stumble down into the lower levels of the cellar looking for wine, in this case the emperor would attack him with sharp wood and drink the lord´s blood, inebriating himself in the process. He would dispose of the body by carrying deep underground, where he carried all things dead he encountered.
There rats and other creatures would nibble on it until it all invariably ended up as bones which the emperor used to fashion things like chairs and bed supports, that made his existence a little more comfortable.
Over three hundred years the emperor had developed such insane habits to keep himself alive that he had been growing as if the underbelly of the castle was actually some kind lab with just the right conditions to provoke him into getting healthier and bigger.
His hearing and eyesight became so sharp he could watch the land from the narrow slat in the wall and hear almost everything that was happening.
Many conflicts and strange events would pass....
Today spanish had invaded the island and were now on the island, playing with their new matchlock gunpowder arquebuses. He could here the rattling of it stirring up from the beaches. The sicilians ran scared as hell. The spanish were the big boys of the mediterranean now and their fierce reputation followed them everywhere they went. 
The emperor could hear their bragging and their yelling on the plains below the castle now, hauling their flags and cannons up to take the castle.
The emperor kept his ear against the slat to hear everything, it must have been a tough day because their camp was silent by midnight.
All the nobles had departed yesterday for Ragusa, inland they believed they´d be safe.
He stood in the dim moon light 150 meters from their camp, rats nodding up and down jumping in and out of the creek as if baptising themselves before the battle.
A stream of ants spiders and scorpions slowly streamed out of the tunnel emulating the water that followed them all out of the mouth of the rock beneath the castle, this torrent of hideous and venomous vermin flowed directly toward the sleeping spanish camp.
All of the emperors little deadly friends, he recognized their movements and could imitate them exactly with his hands, the creatures seemed to understand and would strangely play to the whims of the emperor.
Aetius(the emperor) raised an axe he had fashioned out of human bones and cage steel. walking slowly and silently toward the camp, it was his very first experience outside of the castle. The air was perfect a slight mist that caressed long beard and forehead. leaving a calm moisture The smell of it was like fresh rain and newly harvested wheat.
By the time he came upon the camp spanish soldiers were throwing off their armour and dancing to keep themselves from being stung or bitten as literally millions of spiders, ants and scorpions lurched onto them and proceeded to get into their undergarments to find soft warm flesh to bite and sting.
Aetius kicked some of the men back down to the ground and the hoard of creatures seemed to go into frantic rapture. He raised his axe and took out any of the soldiers that seemed to look semi organized in the tumult.

By morning the camp was annihilated in a most dreadful manner. Not one dead insect, spider or rat surrounded the camp, just swollen bodies cooking in the sicilian morning sun.
Aetius threw on a helmet and spanish armour cut his brow on a cutlass and made his way to the caravela. Spring was here.

The morning she became

She had slept well
She was Maira, my own girl
reflecting off the walls early
bright and brilliant

A smile that sparks and spreads rays
hums and moves into each time of day
In this case she was morning composure
gracefully sitting on the sofa

Beaming up at me
lifting me up, drowning woes
chasing the laziness out, peace grows
Literally pushing morning forward

Part of her internal goddess present in a style
the medicine of the flickering in her smile
I´d reflect back to her at akin velocity... for
So many things in life lack reciprocity

Her external goodness warms the room with all evidence
summery heart a thousand reasons to live toward resonance
atleast half come to memory in her presence thereof
A life creator, I found a big love

Melodrama demolition

 A pot of Kerry
the creek was dark
shallow though
Lizzy blushed pale hark

Patrick lost to the wind
designs for life stained and dim
the pencil outlined grandeur unreflected
The garden outlined neglect

Old houses and their hidden drama
interrupting children's play
their symbolic toys in dioramas
Restless leaks

Age and wisdom
should intertwine
become inseparable
or find separate tables to dine 

The creek behind the house
silty and untransparent
The eel dishonest
somewhere under a bank

Above it all there she stood preened
waiting for a camera yet to be seen
polishing herself to finally gleam
Her life that novela Geraldine

Sun hope and desire

hand goes to chest
almost to confirm heart
the beat in the palm
blood and thought

hope runs too far
A child unwatched
a smile too wide for the mouth
a presence too heavy for a world like this

The sun ashamed
screaming down in hot interrogation
why do you worship me
Empty eyes fail to hold a glance

hand goes to stomach
just to confirm digestion
routine satisfaction
A predictable centipede

desire flares up
A dangerous rash
consuming most of the body aggressively
identical to sunburn

Of wars to come

 They stretched expectations
overcame those old obstacles to the future
put their demands on the children
futures to reach for beyond the common struggle

That refined tincture somewhere from with the vocal chords
added there by generations of accumulated austerity
The overlord mentality connected by fat veins under the jaw
To condemn, motivate and shame in a flicker of a second

She was seated and relayed all the disappointments
ranging from the early school through juvenile fray
Banging like a hammer over the failure for the boy
To grow into a man

Electric box firing off from the lungs to the tongue
scathing reprimand shooting out like an abrupt machine rifle
then recoiling in a hot smouldering grin
Merciless and piglike

The British violent voice
pushed on a by leaky battery
leaking acid down it´s very throat
an empire´s speaker telling the natives to betray themselves

Telling a child to strangle their imagination
to blend into the grey nostalger themselves 
quaint themselves into uniformity
And feel the shame of judgement 

You could hear the harsh tone
Of the dogooding proud marchers
tempted by the sacred pomposity
echoed out of their vomit voice

masking their lack of path
A wrath in the utterance
over children´s ears
mortar over trench

inevitable bloodshed

The thick and thin

 To come from a person
To make it into the world because of them
To have been a part of them
Separate from them

Thrown into the world bemused
born and upside down confused
Looking up to the hospital lights
breathless

To have been piece of that person
The veins of survival to grow
Floating tiny embryo
filling up the body

A reality in the womb
In a small cushioned world protected
Pain not quite a message
Chaos too slow to be detected

The factory of the human body builds us
A garage of creation it is
The vessel´s deep purpose
population service

I came here from one source
It is my mother what a force!
A home, a gateway into the world
From somewhere thick and thin

The shaven sheep of retail leisure

Hugging the escalator
semi smile trained on the way
legs crossed
head turning

Taking in the lights
a restless animal
a consumer
searching for it´s herd

Nothing more than a small purse
a credit card
some vague desire
to wake themselves up inside a purchase

the exhibits and showrooms
find their way
to your little cravings
squeezing that precious box

where you keep your dopamine

A rush to get that last item
a lucky individual
The status of a customer
self esteem discount

Each shop calling you
By a cheap nickname
a fast world invented
a world that didn´t have time to see you

despite the billion fat cameras

A road to buying something
to tickle an identity
To pretend to eat in a foodcourt
to hold those paper bags

Fresh with reciepts
Installments for a few months to come
into the wheel
a well dressed hamster

A game inside a game
you are no volunteer
but pretend so we can approve the insurance
sell a piece of the herd

some of your hyde
a percentage of the estimated value
your attempt at a smile
your screen glued eyes

Your fanatic banter
predictable ramble
for some feed
idealogical profit

slipping through your fingers
a human program on the escalator
reaching for a brand
that might tell you who you are

The sacred chicken

 The Henhouse faded pale brown stained wood
And catchy grassy and hay smell
The chickens patiently exist
In that darkness

The slow utter

across the insistance of morning
The peeping dawn
The rooster itself agitated patrolling
cautiously stepping the bareground

not a grub hole present
a single ant trekking the dusty nothings
surrounding the henhouse
Rooster´s crest almost hardened by the frost

The slow montonous cluck extends

Patiently existing in the darkness
Hoping for new life the animal like hope
Empty and unknowing searching for feeling
Dawn pouring through the little gaps

Between the grey brown stained slats
That open for summer a brazen lover
close for winter a bank to charge you interest
The seasons sky god´s hardly acquainted

That specific sharp cluck

An utterance that folds the dark
Inside the stale coop
The fodder screaming for fungus
The morning blazing like a war

Unbeknownst hens go on laying
A basic empty instinct
resembling some sort of purpose
in the heat and darkness

The world order of Destination Novo

 At five am we left the village. There had been skirmishes and mortars in the night, as DN approached us from having acquired Moscow days earlier. 
The sky was an empty pale grey that seemed to put a high ceiling over the land, here and there whisps of mist strung about, stuck to the canopy of patchy deciduous forest, still green as autumn hadn´t truly dug in her heels.
We trekked for about 8 kilometers before we heard small bomb and arms fire, looking knowlingly at each other. The fate of our stubborn neighbors, just to imagine was grim.
Tears fell almost with each trudge, mud cushioned our steps yet augmented our dread.
It was the 2nd move we had made after Ukraine was nuked.
Nato suddenly transforming into DN a hardened baltic force being constantly fed by German equipment and special ops groups.
We stopped at the top of a shallow hill the morning still dull and grey. Getting a connection wifi onnection we saw the images of the victorious DN captains. setting up health stations and documents tents around a smouldering moscow city. Other videos showing the reconstruction of the gas lines and former russian generals being taken away.
Nothing about us, the simple country folk whose sons left to fight for nothing, and give a hidden bully what he needed to raise his head again. No news whatsoever. As their DN forces continued their onslaught east. We could only guess they came for resources.
Onward we went toward the next village 30 kilometers walk. Hopeless, weaponless. If we had more energy we would be angry. but everything we did, everything we gave up was for the failing resistance force, some of whom were among us now on what seemed to be a wasted journey.
we moved under tree cover for a few kilometers and came to a clearing that seemed more inviting, safer somehow. We sat down and hungrily ate a few of our preserved homemade rations. Before we could finish them, drones swept over the canopy, sending us rushing back into the trees. Which also seemd futile and almost comic. By now those drones were catching our heat signatures.
It wouldn´t have been different if we were in the middle of the clearing. we felt like cumbersome lost cattle that some evil farmer had come to collect.
The drones past over having certainly registering our position and relaying it possibly in real time to operations teams. so we moved on at double pace.
It was 2am in the morning when we arrived at the next village armed men walking out to meet us as we emerged from another forest the village light raising our spirits, and the smell of coffee rousing the odd smile amongst us. The local militia questioned us intensely under a tent canopy before letting us into the village.
No matter how many times we warned them to abandon their hopes of resistance, they insisted on any information about how they would engage. No sleep that night.
Just a few minutes of rest in the basement of an old farm house. coming out of it into another dullish grey day. It was a town I and my family had never visited before, our home was west of Moscow Ruza, we were always more interested in visiting Europe.
Wherever DN thought it would be faster they just nuked cities. The same way our country had done in Ukraine. Zero resistance was their goal.
The last city we had used as a temporary haven before continuing west was Syktyvkar. Later on the same afternoon we left the city was nuked and reduced to nothing.
Adsherom wasn´t really big enough to nuke, Yet our refugee party felt they may use aerial missiles to level the whole thing.
The locals showed us images of Taiwan, burning cities where Chinese forces had set up shop under constant barrage by renewed American war machine and it´s allies.
Destination Novo and American Nato had created a new world order, one in which the east would have no real power. And simple people like us had to flee or be blown to pieces.
How long would we have to march? Where could we find safety?

Looking for God in the kitchen

 what kind of magic should I conjure this week for thou holiness
Great spirit opens the curtain for a peak smile fully flexed
a grin turns a smirk turns into a wiggling lipped giggle
at a lost human everyday a new cumbersome pickle

The joke of human limbs, ego, quirky recipes and ideas
His grace laughs the sun up and a few unnecessary fears
He laughs the birds to fly the clouds to perform rain
he laughs the energy into our brains

My grandfather dawn matter of factly pointed me toward the future
His cupboards empty, his missing leg, missing wife and other ruptures
Built my father´s sense of humour into  a routine fluency
just to bear his frustration at the sense of insufficiency

Then a value awoke in my father
is it one that will find a home in me
God like soul engineer sorcery you´ve never seen
steering us through that deary routine unending
Trying not to laugh itself into a frenzy

the magic I need this next week to savour
Is to be able to distinguish between flavours
This bowl of soup needs a few more years to simmer
Life makes a professional look like a beginner

falling over myself
no permission from god
salt and pepper out of reach
me trying to claw at them

Accumulated spirit dragon neck proud
springing down from dappled cloud
just to laugh at this predicament
this sweet and sour entertainment
I haven´t found the surge of magic

When it comes
Ill throw the soup over hell just to cool it off
ill take the strings that attach our hands to your will
Ill tie up the dinosaurs and slow roast them over the fires
of the eastern wars

feed them to the next generation
before they go out staunchly and aggressively
to track you down among the stars

King nerd and a thousand dogs

 A thousand dogs
Up and down the school yard
Pupils bark
Cannot see the danger of the bog

A small pond 
Toxic for their allergies
carry the nerdlike boy
Across the pitch

Showing off
Some drop of fame
drop of sweat
meaningless gesture

Lost in time
gone from history
each boy a dog
Me i´m no different

A crown and some fleas
long grass and an instinct 
to run randomly
misunderstand the world

lessons were slow and pointless
So lost and unknown
a furrball in need of a shelter
just a little dent in society´s silver panels

the light brown clay mushy and stenchy
watercress poking out of it like great towers
as if to convince the nerd it was safe
hospitalized after one slurp

A dog like me couldn´t save him
a dozen of these small town friends addicted to drugs
that was their dogfood it was their run o the beach
life was far too long and tedious

They had figured it out
And the teachers pale speechless face 
couldn´t talk them out of it
So they´d live like that 

Dog like me just observed from outside the country
thousands of miles away
befriended by abstract thoughts
each one a different mixed breed of dog

The nerd cliche hit the big time
his robe and crown dwarfed mine
paled my face and emptied the word from my gut
he above their lil shanty life

a thousand dogs chase their silly spring cut cars
dreaming of the decades past
modern boy scoffs at
old dogs hunger to get into still

Nerd grins because he got royalties
On your hobbyish existance

The cell attempts

 It swam somewhere inside her
A new beginning
Looking for somewhere to grow
She looked up at the surf
instinct scanning 
The sandy ground

The blue expanse above
The sun
God´s own advertisement for life
Hitting and warming the skin
big round beach ball revolving colors
transferring it into sugar

It swam somewhere inside her
A new reality
A scary thought or two
veins extend and widen
life grips the body
Shaking it awake 

Somewhere inside you

The path away from yourself

 If I could not know myself
Everything a reaction of my past
A trauma hammer

If I didn´t know my own desires
That I got close to wanting things
That would destroy my very life

If I didn´t understand myself
The grief at bad decisions
The cliffs I´d fall from

The world an imposing mystery
Unreadable and scornful
Unreasonable and harsh

No hand hold
To lift myself closer to the summiit
Each fall´s concussion...

dumbfounding the journey

The boat trip that never was

We were somewhere in the foodcourt
a metaphor for competition
Unwilling to choose a place to eat
confirming with each other

A town that was up and down
narrow roads that almost formed highways
round incredible bends
down through tunnels

Making you think the town is bigger than it is
as you arrive on the other side of the street
you started from

The foodcourt gave off every smell of longing
The gut and tastebuds activated
Survival wasn´t a friend repeating
it was the tongue itself

Confused at all the choice
bedazzled by all of the aromas
And when the mouth and wallet committed
the mind still doubted 

 The boat trip was going to be brilliant
We bought the package our glee erupted
But we were to leave the very next morning
The sandy beaches and well polished boats

The hot wind befuddled us further
The locals had a creative relationship with the truth
In the flicker of a lifetime
One can almost count the moments of leisure

The smell of longing
A new city dressed in foreign attire
No guides or gurus
children in chaos lost within their limited perceptions

The fire of my lust to be at sea
On that rented boat
As ridiculous as a crazy new sport
The thin crunchy crust of my own ambition

The boat would carry us out
From the land so solid and so structured
The waves and false enthusiasm of naiive locals
would take the mind off the familiar tunnel of days

Like a banquet

 I could see the beast struggling out of a lava bed
drops of molten lava slipping off it´s body
smouldering and wading through the lava
the splutter of sparks and hot orange

Kicking through the hot syrupy wash
burning it´s own flesh and regenerating simultaneously
Suddenly sprinting forward at an invisible foe
Then breathing in the smoke and ash

It´s stomach rumbling
an Ungodly croaking
surging from some deep hunger
Lips opened fangs dropped downward into smile

The overwhelming heat
slowly melting the nearby rock
The beast´s eyes open and intensify
It´s fat wolf head upward and grinning

leaving the lava
Into the nightmarish darkness
A rockfall crumbled down off the hillside
Hitting the pool of hot lava below

The beast bellowing
A strong howl
Then a deathly silence
A vibration in the darkness

By now at the summit
looking down at the land
as if it were a banquet
I the only witness

A mansion handed down

 The modern Mansion is being refurbished
Centuries of summers of dainty umbrellas
that shaded generations of license
Until the glow of those days had subsided

The offspring who walked out of the milky halls
Some dazzling, some quite mundane all fit.
They would leave in the entourage flux
To experience the humble streets outside

Doing business in the incredible towers
whose perturbing escalators would rise thousands of metres
Cover their noses and faces from the looming chimneys
Where they would fund the rebuilding of the residence 

Measure a legacy

 The fudge of all mankind
The living clumsy scope
Of one man´s life

The shape of his crude spirit

Days are like drips
Inside an IV tube
Painful mouthfuls

The food lumped onto the spoon

Home to the chaos of one´s own mind
Flying bodily fluids impervious to mess
Every entertaining centimeter of bulging flesh

Then running to escape the very semblance of oneself

Limbs adrift over the platform
The train arrives and lets out an obese ego
Unfulfilled expectations vintage distilled anger

A stable future

 The futures a block
Positioned in a way 
Unvacatable
all encompassing

the poor climb to the top 
The rich pour oil down the sides
So most of those grins are frown
By the time they refind the ground


Some may contentedly pick up the can
and spray something appalling across
The concrete sprawl

you want a place far from slums and sticks
In one of those hollow deocrated bricks
just try not to fall

Sacrosanct affair

 Blazé in the hot coach
sunglasses at night
Nonchalent
Top of her legs

Sultry smile kicking out wide
Rumors turn the gears
make them lock into place
reputations in flames

Lights and appeal
beat bouncing bodies
cameras working overtime
a few autographs blown kisses

Look on you want to be a part
The brand you bought set you back a few months
Yet noone sees you there in the crowd
surrounded by a similar species

Restless shoulders
anxious knees
bitten back finger nails
a thing for celebrities

She´s up there smoking from the hot coach
punching in a tag for climate change

sun glasses at night
All blazé ankles bare

The steel barriers keep you back
out of the way
fenced in, the spectacle is pasture
you lovely sheep

Music starts and that body moves
you are forced to imitate
Memorized a few dance moves
just in case this moment arrived

The one you are in all alone
Unnoticed and elegantly invisible
what is hot goes on screen
in an emoji shower

You just help to pour
As you pine a heart cooling woeful vibe
Invisible on the hall of fame little pavement
recording every moment

attempt on a holy man

 He sits calmly knife to his throat
Not a savior in sight
The knife still doesn´t cut
Smile reappears

Life untouchable
Faith and that light
the sustenance
Safe home

The assailant jumps back
Lightening bears down on a nearby trunk
fire appears as if to be company
sunshine still across the smile

Knife on the ground
pointless quest

Interior Decorating

 Jealousy stretches 
friends can be friends
predictable game
stupid etiquette

Your face is a carpet

looking up at the chandelier
Quite envious woolly stare 

Rivalry appears
competent monster
competition and loss
I leave it dry

But you´ve drowned
ghost mocks me
As I cry feng shui
Copy my funeral repeat the eulogy

Each revolution of laughter
A great taunt
Feeling is a mistake
an empty island

Do you want me to be
An empty island
The one you all live on

Gave yourself permission
To chew during the advertising
To clap at the parade

In unison, a choregraphy
simply wallpaper
Stretching and reflecting
the other side of the corridor

 

Father shins

 Hi father from beyond
skin falling from shins
sun shining in eventful 
Work a day less

Let the cliche vex me

For when my hair falls and greys
I can no longer see the way
hand of god to slap me down

Journeys across the sea
smiles and exchange
our bodies sick
Just a few hours longer

Walking with your weak heart
next to the river, next to the flow
Kidneys not cleaning it
action in a short life

a rushed one
One day less of work
empty hands
What urges you out of bed father

I can still see you
Curtains open sun shinging in
your innocence is a fine dust
gold when we collect it

Your mistakes clumsy
Not so premeditated
So no sickness within
Just a little flaky on the skin of it

You said whatever it takes
we share grins
what part of you am I
Do I build it all up
or knock it down

The lakes of the future father
blue and green feeding our human race
What am I inside of them
With the big hand of god
swatting at our petrie dish

Still here in this rugged world
somewhere in the aura
present with us
tragedy or miracle

Eternal Vagrant whirl

This skeleton in a coat, pants and folly 
Disheveled near the entry to the alley

The stench keeping him on the fringe
Or he would delve straight in

The nightmare of the morning
Grinning up at him rawly
He wanted it out of his mind
Time unnecessarily unkind

store bought people
announced their disapproval
amelioration of hostility
Like a destructive worm in the gut

He hobbled to the gutter picked up a half smoked
Cracked lips rolled around it lungs inflate
Phospherous sparked
An ember distributed smoke

Shop clerks all gestured vomitting as if in trance
He took off upon an irregular dance
haunting their uneventful days
with a certain homeless grace

Cut ties with the devil his friendship ruptured
He himself the laughing quarter tar blackened
So the devil might just claim he discarded him first
If it were not for the dance and the grin

That wicked jealousy cut devil from within
None so sensitive to rejection as him
As if his new girl had skipped town
to exact a crack in infernal crown

Him the very butt he was smoking
The butt of certain mocking jokes
The dressed up somatic assembly
had somehow concocted

Hell had lost it´s paperwork
As he seemed to collapse standing
eclipsing the shadows of the street signs
stray animals losing their minds

His senses will take a few more months to return
Like lost children to a broken home half burned
A loophole in the contract of existance
Still ambling covetous hand grasped a napkin

A spectrum of feelings and thoughts
All stained with pavement filth
That no single napkin may launder
In small letters between the finger stains
was his vengence written in his own pain

Causing the sun to fall faster over the horizon
And the motors of darkness to rev
Skeleton of a man dusk dripping from his cries on
deaf bustling traffic never to give
ears to vagrant
eternal or not 

Kinetic retrogression

 Gave me the ability to push you with invisible energy
Power swelled and swelled
I could feel it like a river through arms
Besting the guardians

To ancient forest track
where life itself started
Just dry enough during the day for fire
Just wet enough to hydrate life

Life and death 
awake from dream
Unconscious in it
A micro resurrection

Primitive and hostile
survival the string of time
the animal in us
exists

Gave me the ability to kill with sticks and stones
The club felt so natural in hand
I could feel it as if a tree was part of me
Besting the meeker tribes

If i had a thousand minds

 The reality of growing
Youth settles and the hype dies down
splash in the pool
ripples calm

Let my hormones form me
Skin surround me position me into existance
Sweated madly through my troubled teens
windows of my life condensation coated by steam

Stand infront of a new decade
the energy coursing and arguing with age
what could a thousand lives mean to me
Would each one be precious

Recycle my soul
But would I be the sacred center of each existance
Or just the fucking batteries
would it be remarkable

The reality of living
The blocks people like to lay down
To form the shapes that give content and identity
Sparkling form

Let my organs power me on for a few more decades
cleaning and sustaining me through all I consume
Powering me forward despite absurd nostalgia
Giving me butterflies if by faith triumph is struck

by me, and recycle my soul
Make me the center of each existence
all being all feeling all knowing
Staring through the world through a few thousand eyes

I think I´ll reflect deeply on that
inside a thousand good minds

God came

 God just goes and grabs it
Fangs and tusks whims and wants
He catapaults out of the supernova
still on fire rolling and rolling 

Life crashes into the planet
His eye all over it
Swarming and breathing all through it
Volcano and meteor

God went and aquired it
Breathing down our neck
Build it bigger send us quicker
Crashing a mile high tsunami

The sound of an orchestra
destroying a chain of mountains
then pushing them back up
God grabbed a hold of it
Laughed for some millenia

He went red green and blue
He tipped the moon
tugged on the sun
kicked out some anomalies
and grabbed a few to chew for a century or two

He grabbed the bottom of the sea
He smashed up the rocky bottom
critters came on command
To hide in the darkness
Far from the sun far from the sun

He grabbed extinction
Drank it down quick
intoxicated he coated this fair world in ice
And monstrous beasts

He grabbed it all
some where before the womb
He whispered it in a joke
I think I became a nail fresh from the furnace
Finding my shape so that I might laugh
God grab this laughter
This life in
grab this laughter father

OH Martyr oh soldier

 The soldier slave to his emotions
edging toward a disequilibrium
His last kill still up to tricks
taunting and spinning through slumber

Dreams and pride fight
Trauma wins 
You opt to take it out 
on those around

Slave to your fears
bullet somewhere down the path
seducing a rib in a fire fight
piercing a vital organ

Slave to the matryrdom
Nothing to give the next generation
But the feeling of loss and pride
Wonderful honour

Dead

Heaven

 Stunning victory of a face
eyes mirror a sensitive suavity
Charm in the walk intrigue about an ounce
giving herself to the room

Gestures send a surge of flavor
to the empty mouth
Voice seems edible
to hungry ears


That politeness

causes friction in the center of me

A storm is conjured 

invisible



Stunning victory in each eye
The ambitious lips shaped the way dream should
The elegance of her gesture
The cool fire that heats the food of comprehension

That flow
Woman knows
To slide through social rocks in grace
giving herself to the human race

An arrow in time

Vigorous dimension
Logical and abstract creation
Decisive spark inside a new life
Our patient hearts long for more

Stirring something to live so lively
for the first time
To exist from zero in us
To some millionth milestone

Prosperous
Surfing that singularity

Energetic
Collecting his own mistakes
and squeezing them for fuel

Engaged to the galaxy
To be a nothing
To be an everything
to shape the earth
and be shaped by it

attentive to his own limits
and the short spaces where none exist

A piece from the packet

 divide this land
A piece here and there
A tank an artillery piece
Setting them up dedicated child

Bring the bucket

Create a reality
Let the smirk chaff the court
Walk serenely into the war room
Carrying the pieces

The enthusiasm of the child´s face
As a few of those pieces are put on the board
Ramifications whispered by the wilted remains
of wraith admiral

Paces infront of the table
grin almost tumbles
yet lights up again
some hidden furnace

Teeth beared as he beams
trotting awkwardly across the schoolyard
Toy soldiers well packed
curious peers pangs of envy in their guts

Keep up with the trott as the child chooses a patch of grass
They kneel down in unison such a ritual just to shock the hdden observers
As if planned perfectly and executed a thousand times
Now the boy´s grin is on all of their faces

consuming their cheeks and eyes
A piece is drawn from the packet
Hands meet in a slow silent clap
that forms a prayer

Beyond forebearance

 The ungod´s prevail
The void of me
My unique power
2 decades of the twin towers

Iron Iron give this throne to me
Moon Moon relent
So that I the UNGOD
Can be given this deep power

The grace of these walls
The sun and growth of my birth time
Chasing the lizard toward the lake
Give me all that I desire

Iron Iron
Recognize my loyalty

Let my order be real
Let my code live and breathe

The whole of this UNGOD that I have become
Chasing lizards and phantoms into the lake
Moving the brood inland
Setting the shores on fire
Ambush fire

The grace of the divine
Let life surge suddenly and aggressively
Let it pour out and improve us
Throw down that crown
That noone seems to be wearing

I don´t need the whole ceremony
Just the spiritual impetus

Serpent´s eye

 Light green fronds dip
Pale as poison ponds that sit
willing you bathe in, unwilling to see
The large serpent from within it

moist and cunning
Seductive and funneling
From somewhere deep evil seeps
scales and masks fall only in sleep

The atrocious plot to kill
Written carefully into it´s pupil
Opening like a full moon on fire
through a bleeding night sky

Falling down stairs
Known as betrayal
The serpent´s eye
The last step´s upward sticking nail

The sun blinked

 Arrogant southern garden
Your customs are so great
Let me offer you a gesture of my amazement
broad lawns of healthy shiny ankle cut grass

Gaucho sun reflecting it 
Like some generous future
Handed down by an abundance loving god
The tall fruit trees and wondrous pepper groves

According to the son and the sun
This emerald setting is paradise forever
Ailments subside here
Fear and cowardice dissapate here

Fertility of the land sets us free
we hold hands with the wind
That never attempts to be
Much more than a pleasant summer breeze

According to exuberant youth
All other destinations are poor in contrast
His voice finished like an epic film ending
Sun blinked to underscore his last words

Wendigo wood

 He got lost in the shadow
somewhere ouside of the ghost town
reaching for civilization
As the camp was disturbed
as the forest came alive
He wanted to save himself from the alien screech
something out there well inside the canopy of the forest

Phonebox up ahead on glass fatty stain
All visible through the yellow street lamp
Bursting through it just to see
No reciever on the end of the cord
looking back toward the woodland hill
Something sways close to the trees
On this shocking windless night
Perhaps a chenoo

Legs get up horse like, the instinct to run visceral
Those echoing footfalls racing around his awareness
Houses darkened windows front doors missing
Nothing lives here
Lopsided Kewok has all night to find him
Lost in itself like an abandoned dog
Frost energizes the creature

Leaving the empty village
Fear so vivid he could taste it on his tongue
Every muscle pulsating to encourage his legs to run
Peripheral vision on high alert
wild and abandoned land
breathing him in

The panicked man searched for an exit
an ounce of relief at getting onto a wider road
sprinting along that main road 
At some point he hoped would link up to a highway
The further he ran the narrower the road got
As undergrowth from the forest had consumed it

The fight in him crushed by fear and panic
As things stirred in the forested margins
that were slowly huddling into the road
Again that alien screech abrupted his thoughts
A few miles behind
 

A new human

 A new human
one to walk the earth with us
To witness this world
manifest itelf somehow

Learn to play
To tinker to say a first word
to dream
To create to deem not unto the herd

To grow a body and mind
To plainly be
inevitably compete
To land on stable feet

To be more than the past
by eons outlast
vigor and value
in most living tasks

To grow the self unique
from one´s own mind speak
Recover from mistake
as to become a risk taker

Escaping the mess

 We couldn´t find him anywhere
he´d just taken a trip out of the universe
Nowhere to be seen
No control in this village world

The youngest crawled under the house

Not a trace of this boy
My own brother
gone for all we knew
vanished from our sight

Noble forest edge
A slight panic in the air
He wasn´t out here
He was underneath

The youngster had crawled under the house

Probably to escape the unvarying chatter
arguements that would thud and splutter
Though this unnecessary ruckus that would easily repeat
when his own ball and chain recreated it

Black monday

 From off the office tower all hope sick and swollen
News blared the economy has fallen
A trader from the twentieth sacked
down to the stone plaque

A wall street auderve once a crack
hoping for the curvacious tongue of destiny
The crash creeped up on our sanity
Trillions lost so are we

Frowns rule the pavement
Umbrellas and financial arraignments
The forecast is for freefall
disbelief pandemic as faces become appalled

what did they fail to calculate
Hubris not evident in the debris
Red points the devilish negative growth tree
Urging cocaine addict traders to set themselves free 

You' ll never see a cent of it
Never see the sense of it
Forming the grim beginning in a species of mind rot
Inside of a uniquely farfetched conspiracy plot

 

Dissolution

 Division
Words and violence
separation
Your parents apartment

Chinese food
Lost parapet
modern jump
grey city below

career gone with it
grief a delightful legacy

The delight in winara's face
steal cold gates keep out
her decision of a life
banned from that slice of society

A single mother matyrdom sphere
The blame narrative
suitable emptiness
Echo of masses approve condemnation

A shared effort toward the ethereal furnace
Career gone with it
a delightful legacy

New love an alcoholic nightmare
new violence
A great premise to hate men

children emulate a man with no identity
His broken chapters become theirs

Building a temple of self hatred
with the help of a dozen tragic relationships
Half hiding themselves
then exposing it all too much

the masses approve of condemnation 

Fertilization

 got a mission for you
Somewhere beyond the satisfied moon
Heedless but for the tides and orbits round and round

Got a few stars I need to surround
cast out nets make it my source
racing constellation of the horse

To find the ingredients to juice it all up
discover future existance
Take a swig light years from this dull era
Smoke the sun in one drag
Those distant stars in a bag

I´ve got a mission for you as we hurtle
Come hijack the outer circle
Galaxy familiar as your face

collision or explosion give me a taste
Fire painfully temporary

The heat a cosmic relief
Not a creation of fabula
the womb sent
Sparks beyond the nebula
The stingray spirit attempts 
Engulf us with life we entreat

Engulf us with life, mission complete

Indeath indebted

 Shake you alive again
death may not have you
bring you back ecstatic
a hook thrown into the abyss
your new abide somewhere in the oblivion

Don´t ask me how I got you out
Melted some ice and got greys climbing out of the void
Day and night with a purpose 
To take you back with some alien lasso
The enigmatic blade cut through

shake you out of the grave
Death must take a break for the caress
Throw a few years together great up god
send them down here for this
We´ll clean your realm later
if eternity suits you

The trickle

 trickles down like a welcome
tastes like hot iron
kicks up a fuss on the lift
sucks electricity during sex

My heart beats hard at each of them
declaring I´m chosen
Fingers curl into a storm of fists
through the broken

The trickle goes up and down me
a billion servants
all working to increase the hunger
Once again to stalk

Back to the euphoria of victory
sending oxygen into my brain
clearing my vision
The world a faun my teeth transform

My heart calms a tick
Sucking up the fear and darkness
hind legs propel predator and prey
the forest air will soon taste the stench of a carcass

The trickle of scent pours off it in steam to the cold
Drool trickles like treacle a strange sweetness
Claw and tooth approved by heaven
Destination Jugular 

Inside the frame

 The child artist
Not some introvert savant
But a young socialite in the making
Yet refusing to learn the boundries between stature

Not interested in the finer subtleties of elite living
Sponsors and clients shake it off as a quirk
A sophisticated mind like that
Mingling with the rabble

The child artist 
Collaborating in the trendy group
Busy with the most world changing glints
agreeing with each other in attempts of forming a hive mind

Snobby buyers poking noses into stained and flecked windows
Eyes light up like a new father at the birth
smearing the beige cream on sponge ego
Vacuum dry piece of bread

A canvas that screams to have the paint scraped off it

Shadow paradox

Shaded eyes peer out sinister and beautiful
Her straight glare a storm darkening further
into an unwilling night

As if the blackness were too potent
stirring the sky
hungry vortex 

Her sight colors the room
Colors my sleep
invisible huntress

creeping into existance
The language of her spell
blurring our reality

Orphic lined forehead beguiles me
The language of existance, the language of black fire
Mocking the tight idea of an assembly line life

Day announces evil may live in the light
Thus summon unlit goodness from shadowed cage
Her incendiary stare observes a new age

 

Disneyland closed

 Billy goat hop in the centre
leading the imperious ceremony parade
Wales this time of year not so dreary grey
Soldiers march you down the road

The tiny public fascinated so caught
Quite possibly a few million mascots
All the way from tear stained Balmoral
Bleating along the funeral procession

Horns and all side bellies protruding
through the security grades
The goat trotting at a pace 
To keep up with soldiers legs

The thumb button gets devastated
On screen an emoji river upwardly falls
limited reactions from halls and halls
of herdlike admiration

trotting at pace a few million mascots
Wales this time of year is idyllic
Geriatric rule the orthodox mediocrity insistance
juicing tradition and sneering at modern divergence

Retirement homes in uproar
old sheep more crystalized than a moist royal cave
The commonwealth grumbles as a generation fades
bleating a fuss in deed god save god save

Machine gun train

 Hand wraps around the handle
Routine like family room behavior
finger wraps around trigger
And a dozen wait for the train to arrive

cut in half like fish upon a board
Inside the wagon no longer flapping
The eyes adjust to the scene of death
Family room like acceptance

The gun bumps and bursts
Toward the men in pursuit
A few of them inevitably
Catch a bullet

One into the shoulder
The other through a lung
grin bursts ring until the hot magazine is clean
The smoking chamber aching to light up

Run through the locomotive
as killing sprees become as conventional as transport
 Society couldn´t digest food without them
 

Eons from my mind

 This space blue green
warm amoeba of a room
No finished thoughts to preen
No life conclusion to further groom

My faceless and formless dreams
My plight for a creative boom
Not a bright color have I seen 
Tongue sweeps like a broom

Any flavor that I might glean
From shallow dawn to deep fragrant noon
squeeze a drop hour of it somewhere inbetween
The day a big face poking imposing features loom

I´ll ask my mind opaque to wake and tell me what it really means
cognition a patient snake, bite down and spit it out soon
expecting me also to wait both unmoved and unkeen
Hinting at the dull, foreseen and assumed

Give me freedom to drift in this mind that blooms sublime marine
Weapons of mass destruction to brighten obscenely this gloom
Reignite my imagination plume machine
fertile as the fecund racine womb

break my chains shatter my unseen tomb
My words´ll tickle the earth soon like an eternal routine 

Parvenu Charm

 This Debonair
polished somehow
What a poxy myth
Strings were pulled
Lord of all fetishes

A Debonair chap exhibiting
a wave in the hairline
A brutal jawline
A luxury tunic

A pet project
The obsession of a high class woman
She attempts humour
power in space
space in his heart

pulling the strings of so many others
smile opens, fills and withdrawls a whole account
as if it never existed

The same smile
Shaping a brand
Hiring and firing at a sexual velocity

Lord of all vanity
weaving extensions
on the woven society
Dim posh and snobbish

This debonair
standing aloof polished
the regal wooden interior
Then becoming the theater itself

Charming the all classes 
Like a beehive
Moving wills
toward the hot oven

Toasting them to the right point
and offering them as auderves to those of the matching gentry
that may just afford a chivilrous entry, to capture
to flatter and butter the swank batch, next degree in stature

The Anemone of yesterday´s victory flood

 That big river grey
rushing through the middle of the city
refecting the same color as the cloud above
with a bit of brown almost tinging it all cream

Those rapids little cheats
Tumbling farm animals bleet
flowing down it the unlikely volunteers
of some devilish game

Could I find my own love here in the middle
where the flow is so strong
and the rocks beneath so unstable
 The predatory dog and predatory cat fight into eternity

The wrecked city laughing in hollowish echoing tones
as the flood waters have been and gone taking it´s essence
Letting the plagues and rot find every inch
as we struggle to hug in the middle of this swollen river

The broken walls after the banks now exposed
cracked and greyish brown thus the taint of the water
Dry and crumbly near the bridge half corroded
against a clump of clay debris now solid ....

Sits a giant sea anemone almost a meter high
plump moist and dark red purple
observing as the flood calms
the music of the rushing river dying out....

This water once in clouds grinning over the land
Now shamefully rolling away toward the sea
The dead city the only laughter to be heard
The same color waiting to be reborn


 

Emptiness is self help

A formula to pat yourself on the back with...
 

Human should shy away from nightmares
when the secret embers that freeze the mind in them
Don´t offer any short term reward
You are too obsessed with the shape of the week

The strange form of the year, dancing needing specters
hungering for the gasps, regret not hugging phantoms
emptiness as all the ghosts have gone
checked out wrecked and lonliness factor 

Atleast if it were haunted we could get some sounds and images
yet all is dead still
And this is the formula to pat yourself on your own back with
The caterpillars have left the tree

The stardom neighbors have fled
The emptiness has surprisingly volunteered to host the party
the night outside angry at having no access to the day
fighting with dusk, lonliness adjudicates
The light from in and the darkness outside
makes the windows great mirrors

The lack of any entity
No bipolarity of fear and love
No mythology coming to life
Just a big fat loupe and invisible grins
So the excluded darkness can look right in
shameless emptiness forgot to invite it despite it´s role
So it braces the window like a vomiting addict to a bowl

The restless panic drives one to sacrifice dignity
to dive into a chatter, laughter and twitter of questionable character
any species of shallow cheap affinity
 may just save you from
horrid individuality

A trainer on the wall that screen

 cresh crash blesh
tanned face and no cigarette fire
These walls heat up with activity
people lift their desire

blicking flicking through a half written biography letters crawl
The last sentence brushes the present waiting for the next word to fall
I exit the place a giant having entered a dwarf
abandoned south found my north

Click clack crunch
authentic information through the screen
Lost a piece of you and a piece of me
A willy wonker stew you see

What does the world on all sides impose upon you
A heavenly soul trying to lift others

Catfish creek

 Here's the district of abundance
Water and life and probably blessings
Each brain of ours swells in satisfaction
As pets and purpose give us a path

Life and living it is invited to the neighborhood
Installing a swimming pool to look down into
See your reflection or tighten envy stressed organs
eels moving in the creek below life accelerated


The wheat grass erect the breeze not strong enough to bend it
Fat cattle from the car drive window
Poxy shops painted and polished and gleaned for big dreams
boutique meals and an embedded pretension
That brings a layer of percieved luxury onto the face and the dinner plate


Sweet sugar like adventure as you build a life here
Colors and celebration as the town inaugurates 
your official settlement
And schools and stores and civil meetings long for you
another drop in the puddle of civilization

Small town's like this lean and sleek
abundant chances of achieving the feat
of becoming a contributory household in Catfish creek

streetdog tough

 The street dog
brown red and white chest and neck
squarish head and average sized floppy ears
big size body eyes like tears

navigating the streets with ease
Catching that whiff on the breeze
And locating it´s lunch on the way
jogging effortlessly at a constant pace

The street dog must not be domesticated
It needs the smells and dirts of the street
The petting of random neighbor´s kindness
The stray cats and dogs territory mark whizz

Freedom is it´s existance
gutters and sidewalks it´s house
when he´s not smelling he´s listening
fearless streetdog never cowers

A mild distraction

 Nebuchadnezzar perched up in the throne room
in the serving glance captured the execution
Just as the sun came up a man stood disillusioned
soldiers stirred below as the thief was brought out

Almost a pink hue on the sand willing a kill
a forecast that put dishonest blood to spill
The wind silent and anticipating colluding with the palace
almost a breeze in the royal chamber then relapsed

power breaks over the land like the sun and ruler´s gaze
Worshipped Khopesh exposed bright inside it´s rays
Now exposed over the crying thief awaiting babylonian doom
Nebuchadnezzar´s face over the bough of the open throne room

Looking down on the city center´s rabble as it grows
Eyes penetrating the simple souls bound to the sandy expanse below
Generals attempt to capture and imitate his outward looking gesture
collectively reflecting king´s emotions as best they could

The executioner paces toward the king looking for approval
With a serious face King´s head nods smoothly
Crowd gasps as the executioner returns the kopesh to the scabbard
and out comes a rustic whip leathery and barbed

Nebuchadnezzar utters a guttural command
And the generals eyes light up stunned
A small grin appears on the King´s face while below panic and uproar
Immediately lashes echo out, the sun and sand silently applauding

The first beads of blood forming
King´s grin widens and sun rises proportionately
A simultaneous sadistic pulse of a rush
As the man bleets and begs and the crowd hushes

Now the sun shines down shamelessly revealing itself to every nook and cranny
The king feeds on the shock of the masses, his grin widening and uncanny
Generals switch glances between king and spectacle, souless goons
 For now the flesh is in tatters each lash splattering through the wounds

The blood soaks the ground below the thief as he suffers 
His longing to live did not win over the state´s need for justice
teeth appear now and the king´s mouth was sarcastically crafted
The grin burst open like a cannon giving way to hysterical laughter

The soul perspired as whip end licked bone, daydreaming god
The sun too was satiated with the ground´s steaming blood
callousness rising in his majesty, as hoards´ sighs and moans try repeal
Fatuous life of a thief unworthy of slavedom, this moment the most surreal

A punishment merciless beyond reason or measure
Yet the only moment the king felt any semblance of leisure
from the million concrete slabs of bureaucracy
and a world of conquest and bellicosity


 

Trenchfires

 This complaint rings through the ears of rank and file
stinging morale a stinking infected denial
rifles drop into the gravel

Faith a dirty plate empty two metres from no man´s land
A squad diseased by doubt a wrath like blight
Metal up against a skull
The undying trenchfires

The gut wants to run
The head no logical exit

A blue dog revival

 Said he might levitate the birds his way and his time
In the corner of an eastside London delapidated flat
Where stale smoke, mould the marks of crime
have taken their toll on the carpet and walls

His venture was to capture the sky
when the clouds were at slumber
and moon and sun were distracted by the other planets
To obtain that blue

He´d gravitate toward a world at war
bursts of laughter drowned out by the volleys and blasts
waspy bullets crackling through wooden doors
willing for the invitation

in that corner of the delapidated flat
Some wonderful dream of existance
surreal seventies wall paper peeled off to form a smile
Dialing a joke on the grabber

The old curved landline phone squawking like a bird perturbed
Knowing the dank streets sight smell and touch
Conspiring with those powerline pigeons to steal a bit of the blue
before the fog and bombs and commie logs came marching through
smoke and flames pouring off them for as long as the conflict sparks

He´d gravitate to a regime that would set up these people
who have no will of their own
queuing for their own shame
buying their debt for the next decade
dressed in blue

The inefficient dogmas of the day smelted in the pot 
yielding no gold
All to the blue as the castle is reinvented
all these plagues all of this speculation
not a net or a weapon
Just those dying carcasses of last century´s empires

An urban merchant

 The suitcase I dragged 
it's contents falling out 
spilling across the decorative urban rug
Looking for a crossroad
A market
A place to express all assumptions
A semblance of wisdom
Of charisma
SO that I might sell the contents
Neighbors pull curtains
As my footfalls echo off the clean dark ashphalt
My wares falling out on the road
Like a cumbersome child insistant
That it's toys accompany him
The day oscillates between late afternoon and midday
I have no vehicle
And the legs of a tired merchant
One mission and all other purposes lost and forgotten.

As night falls

Down from those whispies
my boots scuffing across the concrete
Falling down to those shadows on the oval
Dusk left me behind mercifully

My cape kicked up on the last lick of wind
The day had in it´s lungs
I managed to land just well enough to not break a leg
feeling the impact as the relief

For a life in the sky is a lust the lights lie to you about
Rolling toward that little oval concrete port
The tiny gravel pebbles kicking up
My cape calming farewelling my brother dusk

All about me the city wails and shines
Too many lights too many mouths
Dropping down to this busy little earth
A metropole confused by nightfall

An ancient piece of that moonlit god
Passed on a plastic disposable plate
To fill a pleb and achieve a half smile
remarkable

My knife wants to cut out that dark area 
Surrounding the moon itself
the shocked audience
Spice on the blade

Folly of the sun
deception for it
Dusk knocks off
Night falls with me
On this concrete stage
dancing upside down smog savvy

The cherry overtime

 The new job gave me no notion of myself
The computer a pet that needed stroking
A salary, a semi social life
A place I should meet my skills

Take the sweet basket of treats home
To share the cherries with my past hopes
looking through the excess
To find what our mouths and stomachs want most

Ordinary household perplexity

 The confusion of sleep, of blankets,
of conforting lights
Busy chaotic family tending their brood
Peculiar midnight

Downstairs T.V dark and reflecting
Surley woman on the sofa
quilts and little beds strewn about the house
A house to repair, to organize and administrate

Messy dreams lose sight of reality
Slumber rolling up walls
No logic, just some semblance of survival
As if existence were random

Meaningless obsessions
Generating their tendencies
Phantom addictions materialising
Like the eternal mess of a neglected house 

The Grinning statesman

 That lord who has over the realm thus presided
from inside of the tower´s central spire
Robes and contracts are abided
As low citizens do perspire

This Lord is influential outside
secretive and hungry inside
A machine of desire
A devious lier

A smile wide and inviting to endorse or deride
Haunts the counsel as they read it dire
Not in his lips nor brow do they confide
They serve and address him sire

This lord has touched the ghostly dukes and brides
Briefed and directed assasins for hire
Licked spice at the sight of an enemy on fire
Feasted eternal as conquered people cried

A world to be managed under his code one sided
Developing the tools to fashion obsession wild
Harness the masses as if a mind of a child
reactionary and feeble pushed by the tides 

Hovering above the political facets the elecric wire
electrocuting the curious the devious, the denied
Changing his name along each age never tired
Throwing power to control subjugate and bonify

Dancing formalists swing in his direction and step predecidedly
A smile a curved blade cutting the state and guiding the bleed 

Rural urban working class drunkard

 The Auckland years
A swipe after the millenium
The city displaced by estuaries
confused by the wind and seasonal humidity

The bakery gave them a cause
the river was me
The lunchtime impatience was them
competing with the unseen

Across the suburbs
A thousand brothels
Not a drop of love
Just a few kilos of flour

For a working class bakery

We lost ourselves in metropolitan rhetoric
And the backstreets cut off from the gargantuan highways
Where the pauper peeps head tilted to check we are lost
then disappears into some shack

Just enough to snort or smoke or smack

And we pointed jokingly
assuming our lives were fountains
of mineral water
blessing the fields of our experience

Ignorant us and our tentative appearance

Did we lose ourselves
through weekend mould
liver fat and hangover cold
In the biggest city

In our tiny corner of the world

Designed the brag
Big yaughts far from reach
we'd tell ourselves
we were starfish on the beach

Outcompeted we, the bakers butchers and cooks
and uncouth, beerbellied rookies

  

The corridor is the length of the venal grin

 The corridors of presage
The forks raised at dinner
Faceless eaters
Crime dressed in satin and jewels

The corridors forecast a fate inescapable
Like a song you know the ending to
Table unstable and food falling off it
laughter bellows off  those affable gluttons

Crime wipes his lips with a silk sorviette
The table goes quiet
the light blinks twice
And the room starts to narrow and lengthen
A corridor

The far end is darkness
All we can see is a hay laden floor
All round us bars
A nun to hear our last sins
As a father wouldn't have us

The feast has ended so abrupty my friends
penitence must be driving a faster car
Justice had eye surgery
Our hunger goes unsatisfied
The corridors of our stomach hayladen too

Would you call our lawyer
Is that him at the door
Our greed supported by the law
Make sure he's in court
or waiting for us, in the corridor

The sonolent exorcism

 That ghost going to come and sing a rhyme of death
It sing it on the pillow
On your sleeping breath
On the shadow on the wall
That hollow midnight pest

Yet in it´s shape I touch the ethereal tickle
No hat or claw or ravenous clown
No omen or demon or cursed eye or frown
My nightself pouces and my dreamself devours
Of whatever in this night darkness cowers

A spell cast from slumber
mist in the air
capturing foul phantoms
whose aim is to scare