Ten

Ten is the first beginning
unerasable and defined
a zero behind a verticle line 

 The divine nondivine that nine seeks
The line and circle so to speak
In hours it's a long work day I'm afraid
In years a wall of time called a decade

It's the ultimate grade for academic kindreds
unless the test is out of a hundred
A piece of that obsession with appearances of perfection
Divine misunderstanding of life as infact correction

when you combine one and zero
Somehow forming the hand of the hero
Conjuring vibrations to create positive psychology
embedded in that esoteric numerology 

Babylonian ten was phases of the moon
ancient priests predicting floods that loomed
So perhaps the decimal is divine in destruction and creation
By both the order of magnitude and of decimation

One upright line and circle right beside 
just three numbers away from seven's deep sigh
with more numeric symmetry than a bank could hide
eclipsing even two parallel lines that form eleven's evil eyes

 

life behind a moustache

 Steve in san fran
whispy moustache empty briefcase
neutral confusion
cold and senseless

Lost and lonely
unknown to himself
every indoor cringe unseen
every reach to contemplate a sense of life or death

His life one story
trapped in there interacting with his own facts
becoming a wall of them
repeating all that he heard

upbeat brain still pumping the chemistry
Yet no idea what to do with all of that
existence seems to just kick onward
No feedback whatsoever

The eons of scattered relatives

 My blood saw me through the smog of the city
It could smell me from inside the pollution
It traced me out like the outline of a ghost 
graffiti alive tastebuds on that wall

It knew I was out there
legacy of some lost bloodline
It found me and put me with my similar creatures
some form of human glued to the earth as I am

Petrified to be exposed by violent eyes
to have that old castle guard capture the scent of me
And then me caught and splashed well over the city
My blood finding it and licking it up

Tracking me down
despite my hypnotizing camoflage
That steel in my blood
The copper bronze and gold
centuries down from here
Trying to construct that twisting ladder
The existance of me

A whiff of me throughout the population

Proxy titledeed

 the stench rolls off the surface of the rotten lake
the cold breeze recoils in horror
The steam of it fornicating with methane
Those trunks sticking up from the muck
verily crow covered 

eyes through the blue darkness
a thousand restless creatures squirm through the filth
as if death was given its permission
to mix heinously with the living
It´s rot its majesty

Attempt to crush the decay
and you just join it unknowingly
A salivating devil slurps and salivates from under the swamp
Eyes upward toward the moon
and out of the crows skulls eyes
that unholy union bound with their lil popcorn like souls

Death given permission to grow back flesh
Out of decomposition fresh man steps onto the dark soils 
head toward the moon God challenging him
staring him down
dangerous words in the form of winds and hail
peeling off the leeches and silty slime

The man observes
unconforming wolf drinking that swamp like soup
and bathing in it fore slumber
the language of infection
Death´s stagnant ear
still listening for the howl and bark

The man heralds the crows now
Crows rocking on the trunks like rapid feverish wasps
blue lighting bursting into dusk and fighting it back
farewelling the sun
staring down god himself
setting a contract down on the thick mud
to sign over the universe

Mr baggins and the squid

 The charity and cartel dated for a few years
wax filled ears and fat clumsy hands
sovereignty is salty to the tongue
Charity sexy and flirty throws herself on the cold tile

The Cartel criticizes her as the blood blends with lipstick
charity dancing for money 
squatting and bending laundering
illiterate agents squandering it

The Cartel protecting the old league of forest burning
petrol pumping bureaucratic family value thugs
over running the rural ethnic
Charity with her blindfold on and legs in the air

Cartel with the failsafe socialwelfare for the ambitionless
humble useless masses on the back of the tit
Like an oversized piglet
Religion packing their tightly worn diapers

Their unhappy marriage of dirty charity
and her man the brainless cartel distributor
Motorbike parades and noise against gays
Cartel teases charity before they forget all their sins
to soil themselves physically nd spiritually in carnaval bliss

Embezzle me here says charity
and pledge loyalty to the family says cartel
as they pretend socialism and conservatism

In a world dominated by efficiency and sophistication
You lick the simplicity from the slum wall
where a brain numbing fungus interrupted cognition
Where the Land of Brazil must rise
Charity left grease the slide down with your corruption
Cartel right forfeits the value and sabotages the institutions

That professional exile

 He went out, the abandoned employee
The world an oyster
The pearl in severance

A reef of opportunity
seagulls stare from above
release the shell that shatters upon rocks below

The flesh is exposed
salted in a wave
summoning beak

The face of the rock
frown like redundant
The shore a job interview

The HR tide white washes over sand

The impossible surgery

 The skeletal spirit
beard, wind and teeth
moving through the pale face
wobbly on euphoria

The face of the underdog who is turning part boss
No umbrella those thousand insults accumulated
Self esteem nailed into a tiny steel cube a fable
yet he the windy wolf came to the meager table

Bringing more food and eating more
leaving the participants obese
the plates empty their faces dim
yet he left the table smiling and slim

Between teeth the wind blew
through the ghostly ginger beard
the sense of luck nay blessedness
Separate him from the wind
an impossible surgery