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