Regions north of life

 My paradise
within the cosmos

deep belief
sense of vastness
This abundance
satisfaction exchange
Color and movement
suave calm euphoria

This huge kingdom reserved for me
Knowledge upon knowledge
layers of consciousness
awakened brilliance

Neanderthal etiquette

 Look at the waste of a man
consolidating in the dark night
bones and muscle twisting around it all
I rise into the bright blue

step out onto the sundried dirt
grin in my hand
scepticism in my heart

An incendiary blaze

Look at this new man
full of vigor in a clear real morning
teeth and tongue anticipating
legs walking

running toward the prey
spear leaves my hand
digs into the neck

if I had missed
hunger'd be my master

Yet I have slain and I will eat

over the bonfire

centuries in the making

Reaching for objects

 I won the new car
life is complete
Now I can work on my gravestone

I won the car
they told me sincerely
clean and hygienic pharmacy

The sun got its kicks
still accelerating the heat
But I won the car so I couldn't care less

The world a pharmacy
each lil punter procuring an opoid
slightly manipulated to their own stubborn painful existance

Though the joy of winning this chance opportunity
to have something in my garage
is like a relief to an empty heart and a simple mind

But the fire in me
doesn't burn for these little novelties
every human please smile and medicate in choreographic perfection

pharmacy nurseries of block building children
mesmerized by a paranoid civilization
reaching for objects

The descent

 looking for a place to make my descent
the very lump of me
needs to roll on down to the valley basin
so I can win my ticket

I keep hugging these curves
in search of an exit downward
every single one boney and steep
Oh my

The very lump of me
searching for the landing
semblence of calm
a mask a bed a jacket

a disguise that doesn't expose me
here on top of the world
rolling around the chaotic maniac on my shoulders
in my skull

The gift

 Go to the bridge over eel creek with care
learn to patiently pray there
the spoken word seems to burn the air
the Air will be patient with you

Regard these words reflection blown
speak them as if they were your own
we humans are not divine
For flesh dulls us like brine

Illusions return and twist our personal realities
The charm of life a delicate dead end
Among the dirt is vital life fighting
the gates of hell were designed by aphrodite


You are not in league with god
So pray to be in a league of your own
Don't spend yourself for illusion's cost
The gates of heaven are guarded by nephastos

Go to that calm meadow beyond your house
absorb the emptiness there
the solitary life will bear
dialogue with god

They tried to convince you otherwise
Don't ignore the rapids of the creek whisper to you
the bold parrots and tuis shrieks of elation
all part of the conversation

Measure that space between the hemi matenga reach
and the windbeaten waikanae beach
the blessed flat land
tranquil and radiant

cool and soothing
Your parents and His father
in spirit perhaps there still sitting
after death with a view of Kapiti

Perched up there keen
tying knots to keep their old routines
God's booming voice at dusk
You on the flat fertile surface

You must speak to god on the bridge
a very mistaken unknown god
not anchored by the religious, atheists or agnostic
labeled and scapegoated by minds when sick

Over the water you can hear it
the bridge between you and god
Pray there once even in an instance
give thanks for wondrous existance

Feel alive and give the simple news
that life is a gift

Hospital corridor

 the underground hospital
was overcrowded
full of projects and patients
a horrible nightmare burst upon us

a medical attendant grew weary
forgot the gloves and alcohol
now a zombie quite unstable
approaching the bed

the deadsmile
hungry
lips turn up
the mouth the mouth all itchy

words shock the patient
as the zombie explains
that this is
his life purpose

getting ready to eat his way through humans
this life blood skull reservoir
this death refreshing decay

does this fiend still have thoughts
as it ambles the corridor famished
looking for another purpose to turn into a corpse

he hears your predictable footsteps
as you administrate the lab

jaws and teeth and fingernails
the pain's intensity

extends time itself, until

you are one of them

Like relics in the rain

 cathedral squares
up to heaven for rain
when it comes down
take the relics back in

collect them up in a panic
get them back into this overgrown church
hurry like fruit market ants
scurry with hands full of care

damaged old wood
grins are frowns as each drop comes down
the older priests appear
out of cold boxes saving them from their fears

The deluge cursed unholy
yet the poor eat
the deluge sent by the devil from your eyes ears and mouths
your little toy like institutions

As you set the relics out for the trashman
you don't even wave him

Honor the slain

 I was a hunter expecting to return
with game over my shoulder

My eyes searched the untamed land
something hungry in me

Why is the hunter expected to have slaughtered
with some romantic lore of honoring the slain 

Permitting you to take the life of another thing
With some perversion of empathy

not connecting with the crucial evil of it all
as it accumulates behind the glands

the passive aggressive surfaces
of your current reality
that wither the spirit
reducing adventure
to empty gesture

I scream for you to tear down the fence
But like cattle continue keeping the grass down
safe from me the hunter

Joseph the animal killer

 how could you come to this farm
and torch the enclosures of animals?
helpless little animals
defiant grin where's the rest of your body Joseph
Oh we missed the rest of the play

The one that became real life
as real life became false amusement
you and those fires
your tortured disciples

Hoarse and crippled they follow you around
to the next shed or pasture
to burn the flesh of it all
When I challenge you
you forget it is but a fiction

YOU ARE THE ANIMAL

like a murderer who rewound his finger off the trigger
and unstabbed that victim draining out the killer vigor
from the very moment of death
Yet we've missed the play again

crowds of the township have been to get entertained
falling into reality the upturned bottle of agitated ants
into the morning light of caffeine anxiety
that joseph keeps torching every week
taking years off lives with a grin that intensifies the hangover

Not a farm that guarantees safety
as soon as we fence you in
convinced of your safety
a long comes the maniac

The Fodder of fanatics

 Fanatics of those mediocre movements
of the pain in your hearts
that drives you to sustain yourself
on the gamelike dogmatic lie

at your crowds raving and dancing
cheering in unison
you've achieved the illusion
of such dogmatic illusory heights

the pain in your mind
outrage shared out like cake
digested and embodied
gamelike henchmen guide you

fanatics you are
with colors and signs
a movement that carries your legs forward
ignoring those counter-arguments

cushioning overgrown butts
with inflating self righteous drivel
in private I see through you, I see you fade
better grab your poster and find the parade

Don't look back old son

 On the road
back to a new past
old routes we used to grasp
and small towns

memorable colors
My father told the tale
of a very basic heaven for sale
He had bought his spot

A fresh place I had foreseen
with multicolored camelias
bordering the outside of a serene
wooden and hallowed chalet

the old rail passed within meters of the residence
and a new bay connected to the sea
over the old car museum's property

I asked him to take me back to the old residence
that old familiar existance
then came the  typical snicker
he said you can't go back son

decorating the future with pieces of the past
the nostalgic outer membraine never lasts
I clean the lense of my glance
as I try to create the contemporary

falling into the present
with the essence of my mind legendarily

It's mine

 what is yours
what is mine
a library
in a mansion

What is yours 
that is fine
sweet street fruit
falling bruised all the time

Big rooms
but this is mine
I see you look up
just pack and sign

for as far as the eye can see
it is all mine
not fantasy or musings
the keeper just finds

Condemn me brother

 The man that sung the song
that let it all out
that lay it all down
like the law

like the judgement on all of our souls
heavy and crushing
like the way we behaved over decades
laugh at it now, but it still bleeds

like a small mountain stream
red as your dreams
shame as a demon
shines in your reasons

for each of your judgements
they reflect like polished swords
aimed at our heads
blinding our eyes

seconds from death
eons from birth
learning to laugh
learning to cry

and dirtying our souls in the ash of other's judgements
soiling those well dimpled innocent giggles
for some square photo of us on the wall
with just the facts written directly right under

blood of siblings
the only wine in the bottle
share it at a wake
exclude us

the worms we are
eons from birth

The tyrant in your head

 the mind overthinks
no way to simplify it
no way to humble it
listen to me

the mind wants to form a hard shell
to calcify and survive on its own repetitions
stay clung between some rocks
safe and unconscious

it overthinks
sensitive and preoccupied
unable to extract anxiety
or even regret

sending us over the edge sometimes
the medicated could attest
their own minds timid to admit
pills and routine

OOOOhhhhhh
there is no offswitch
for the over-reactive mind
sometimes creative mercy
othertimes unkind

Flesh and screens

 the pain of flesh
the necessary mistake of it
through this whole journey
sticking my body to the land
somekind of meat scarecrow

civilization screeches 

here we go like leeches
ambling along
toward death, toothpick like dummies
you no exception, still humming

your disapproval absolutely essential
Sealing the simple lie this lie of fat muscle and bone
spritis drowning in this blood
Diluted by it

A rhythmic dance of stroke
body seizing acceptable death throes
community nods and sips that coca cola
confirming their own demise ahead

some see this as a prison this flesh
the existance they drink away
I've not gone back to blacking it out
shining a light on mysteries

has only deepened them

your disapproval absolutely key
for a lie well crafted expands on the earth
sugar seeking zombies
sugar seeking smilers

Instant kilogram of color and value
that you rent on some digital page
trafficking your self esteem
has made it rather shallow

waiting for a dopamine deficit
to share sad photos
as predictable as the thread often is
condemn this sewer

instead of mainlining it into your psyche

face the ground where seed waits
for your very lips
for that water
for your corpse

to get what it needs for speed in growth
before it gets out grown or becomes a vulnerable host
like we all have, to a human virus
unquestioning unthinking plodder clod of fodder

A moving scarecrow
with pickled eyes glued to a small pane o glass
using every moment to form your bias
and feed it until it becomes the foolish pet

to inhabit the hole where your brain use to be
use those sweetened cranium veins 

for a new AI sotware for your dreams

Dog ghost bridge

 the dog spirit hovering over the dimlit bridge
just before good end town
there in the shrubs something slithered
whether it was the worst part of me

could only be known by the grin on the surface of the water
spread wide yet overpowering
between great humid hungry shrubs
all seduced by the moolight and drizzle

was it the witch in my arms
the power of the night's very shade
the double darkness multiplying itself in celebration
of a gone sun

the dog spirit over the small river
a young couple glare from the distance
trying to make out my shape in the distance
The spirit hit the lines between light and dark

blessing the surrounding woods
the unknown lore
so many pretenders brag to have understood
Yet the lost dog's spirit evades them

the army of souls hide in the whistle
awaiting emancipation
instead of being forced to toil on the tunnel
that connects the afterlife with this one right here...

Zeus and snobs

 Hi i've come in from the storm
the snobs wiped lips 
fine tea cupped empty sips
well delivered three syllable quips

I've hidden lightning
in my rucksack
just wait a second
So I can unleash it through you until you are a dead sprawled mess 

Of course I fumble it
and you get out a few sharp offences
snobby pushtide sewn and ingrown
I have a bolt for your soul

I collected it all off those grey ones passing over the mourning mountains
just to condure it all upon you snobs
arrogant or confused my magic waits for none
snobs who cannot utter a word to save themselves

some traditional curriculum
acceptable routines
you'll be the inevitable plaque
The future purines

I just need to cook you up
with the lightening here in my sack
I just keep fumbling it
and your laughter doesn't help

The soothsayer and the coughing masses

 they asked me how I could see the future
I could see a grin appearing across my face and it was so

they asked me how I knew the times were changing
I told them I had put all of my money into that

They somethimes pshaw on my time
disbelief and a few well measured grams of contempt

walking into a robbery of a life
a recipe the last generation wrote

about a time that quietly died so long ago
and now the secret chaos that goes ignored

has contaminated the water
and blunted your senses

They asked me how I could see the future
I said I took myself off the medication
they snorted

I said I stopped begging
and they choked

Don't separate me just yet

 Don't separate me my lord and master
from all the things I am supposed to be
the smell of me up their noses
the sound of my voice in their ears

don't separate me from all the places that should serve me
that good end and the gates to mourning mountains
you have shown me from start to end master
But what is to come

after the super cyclone and my mother's departure?
what should I expect to extract from this old rock
before I myself leave it forever with big plans to predictably cling
steadfast spider awkward god forgive me

Lord don't separate me from a bit of that long term bliss
the glowing ego rhythm heart joy
give it over master of all
For what is yours and everybody else's is simply mine

I just haven't claimed it
I'll get around to it, first ill just a crawl another few decades
trying to rise in vain with childish ideas
count them as months fly by

Lord help me write my flawlessly ridiculous epitaph
across a neon electric screen
that will stay lit eons from the time I'm planted

Ribs

 the demon of my dog
rib stuck out where my pooch got hit
struck and slid asphalt grinding
Little creature in the dawn of pain

out of storm
out of those ticks and fleas
and nasty fights and spiny trees
little running pup

hard as the lizard rock
rising along the ol trail down mantiquera
brave face and tongue piercing hot wind
roads no mercy

condemned to boiling days of peril
and lonely dreadful nights of no shelter
The furry crature has survived
I take him and bless its bones

be him as he is me in our walk toward death

To blame the ol ones

 Blame the old ones
grey hair burying them
schedules fueled and fooled
the mind works concisely

save the day
solve the pain
get it all out of your heart

Never blame those old ones
poor in spirit
beautiful in simplicity
blessed by the legacy

of patient triers
ridiculous and humble
Like I am
as I am

failing through simple tasks
teachers condemn
then you teach one
a similar disease a calculating disease

my father's immunity

never blame them ol ones
they were so distracted
by a heck of storm of useless shit
cracking down on them from last down pour of human attempts

My errors converge as I am forced to be the witness
nauseated by the flavor of mediocre decades
my heart longs to be millenia from here
where I know my words will be heard

my father's mortality

never blame the older ones for all their faults
and ghoulish traits
suitcases of fears and pride
all covered in mould and repeated sermons

still trying to save the day
neck muscles astray
solve the pain
put the ember out on someones's heart as if ashtray

Wendigo swamp wendigo

 My private tropical wendigo surveys these lands
he brings the sweet haunting into order
a microwave meal across the paddock
I the finger itch the skeletal phantom

wandering across the wild patches
limbs and joints exposed yet hidden by brush
like clustered ambition honeylike vein tapping
a fear inverted the ghoul spelled across the back of my head

the powers by the creek
working power into me like a fertilized tree
like there were ten of me
all wanting to effect the same manipulaton

A personal wendigo
feeding my heart from inside a jungle
shock in your face
but celebrate the supernatural inception

Witness as we mock the big clock in the sky
the silly rule over existence
the one ill break ill break ill break
till lightning floods my body

and my word stealthy as it can be
tickles reflection into reality

My lost disciple

 It is Richard Shepard who was maimed afront the class
He was the true heroe among the fearful nodding kids we were
For he stood up to the spectacled cocaine madness of a teacher
a trauma he'd carry for a few years to come

for the board seemed to be a victim
the gesture and voice melody of aggression
Not to demonize ol Robinson
always on the verge of atrocity

Richard shepard had a lawyer and a father and at the same time neither
Ol Robinson probabaly had a bully and judge both still present in soul
Noone appreciated the whipping shepard took so that we might be spared
my own defects great ugly legless monsters

Holding me from greatness
only hidden from a few small mistakes from young boy shepard
I got off scott free even though I myself was ten times more flawed
something in the kid not quite in robinson

You jeer and laugh in my direction
one day ill have the machinery to reveal the truth
dreamers like us have the universe
as you serve nine to five while we conspire to own it all

In case we decide to live

 Master of all watching our plans manifest into the present
never wavering through the deep chaos
the many eyes in which you capture us in
revealing our flaws and greatnesses

our rises and falls
percieved to ourselves
laughter of the galaxy
that comes from your chest

Oh master
allow me to make sense
of the chaos clouding such a worthy path
the million imperfections

some too sacred to improve
wandering through such a life
idle in order, drowning in chaos
grins and frowns and glares from your skyface

organze this existance in the case we decide to live master
the genius of creation only partially in our hands

Herds of well dressed humbugs

 everything people find in pills
lights sound and confection
people nobly simple
empty of ambition

dedicated to vice and religion
cartoonish existance
luminosity noise and sugar
sculpting elaborate excuses

everything people find in opiates
alcohol overeating and vulgarity
developing an etiquette 
to extract a drip of that euphoria

dedicated to false senses of nostalgia
popular knowledge projecting illusions
the beauty of morality in words
never to be practiced

A dream of grass and road

 The oversized mango fruit
hanging over the pasture
the sweet hot gift is handed over
grass and roads

my journey neverending
vacant yards built into fanciful things
to be inhabited for the future
Live and habitate

the oversized mango rests on a petiole
a cord of the plant
a waxy glue like acid
washing over the skin

sticky as melted sugar
in a vacant yard
surrounded by grass and roads
destined to be built into a condo

windows that allow the witness to dream
a sight he might have one day considered
was mine
out toward the mountains of the grand mantiqueira

The sweetest land man can own

Two thousand twenty seven

 twas a day like no other
somewhere holding April's hand
approaching may
fire's over the great city of São Paulo

June the Chaos
needy climb walls like spiders
suburbs lock down like prison
2027

roads are blocked and levies form
each with a hundred blades and bats
a gun or two 
nights certainly seem far too long

July factions pretend to go easy
bribes no longer fall from the system
army moves in by then
bullets miss less and give no excuses

A city whose tired poor citizens
either burn or fight
taking their anger
spending it quick

Apparition known to me

 I've seen you through your life and death
ever appearing from flames of the night
what could we speculate of friendship
restless souls we are

you out here in the low mists before dawn
wading into them as rested aristocrat into hot bath
or overheated savage into tropical ocean
out here in the chaos grinning

I don't know their game
they don't know mine
from the depths I truly am
see you still alive friend

even though you've been dead a few years cook
I'm grateful that our time meant enough
so you'd come to observe this lil parlor trick
a corner of the world becoming my skin

something to wrap yourself in
a new faith arising
harsh and hot an ember in the eye
one that gives vision to my own million blind

With the help of a loyal ghost or two
kicking around not clear of the earth
still my word or image rummaging through their trash
humble enough to own the world chuckled the toothless

the man you used to share drugs with
when you pulled away from me
and this shining ambition
this grand world

I see you out there candles opaqued
beliefs scrapped and scribbled on
the path like a tongue
my thousand flavors

see through my eyes
see through this will
these decades
are mine

I've given everything
hunger vibrates like venom in glands
surrounded by one hell of a great ghost
who gives me permission

to eat my cake and have it

A gullible God

 Reca and Amad terrible armies of the south east
planned and schemed toward the downfall of the godlike
using the treasures of the east lost
economy seemingly broken

godlike came and was hoodwinked
ask how could something given by god be naiive
the pain and shame of it desintegrated the once free flowing confidence
instinct itself was wounded and lame

so godlike went to pursue the lost treasure
witnesses so shocked they failed to intervene
and as given by destiny godlike returned whole
the treasure intact and a bizarre optimism

unbeknownst the sinister Amad had invited their rivals
the Broek powers who knew the truth of the territory
the treasure and ignored the heroism of the godlike
Broek confiscated the treasure and decimated the godlike

Reca and Amad's laughter rose as tides do
At the divine evil of using one's goodness
to undo and destroy them
Yet another god quite known threw them into doom itself

For treachery is a signal for all higher players
they may make a game of your life
as you do for others
a sherbety cosmic justice

the only tragedy
to recieve the Karmic blend of confusion and trouble
and not know it was woven by one's own hands
human as a definition is to judge the external

ignore the internal
for mistakes and sin make a bitter soup
when sipped from within

In the middle of life

 To Anne the middle sister
what would it be, to be in the middle
neither left nor right
neither too loose nor too tight

In the middle of some city
clinging to islands south sitting
formal presentation on one end
artistic inquisitor on the other

At the top a confused brother
all pretending to play a game they didn't invent
with their own interpretation of events
of what it is to extract approval

Though what of the middle
is that where chaos swelters
or on those treacherous poles
where there is no shelter

Mother Anne how was it for you
inside the five under the two?
euphoria and revolution slowly fade
after those radical sweet decades

A time when I was not
or the piece of me unfound in such times
floating only on a whiff
what were they for you? historic gifts

how was life a tractor
how was it a tram
creating routines in the field
or up steep narrow street jams

what did you take with you
what have you left behind
what shaped your beliefs 
or stained your very eyes

for there aren't many currencies of worth
but for knowledge mother...
thats paydirt

Heroes for fuel

 These heroes now turn and look toward me
I open the furnace door and invite them in
it's hot in there and ill burn them to get the ash
that will amend the soil

The state invests in great fire
in their competition with the outside
i've herded them into pastures
where they feed on imagery and noise

soon to be burnt up in my trusty furnace
Because I need to keep the garden pumping
that old garden of eden
right next to armagaeddon

Heroes that go obediently
ridiculing the independent
conveniently incinerated
in predictable cycles

They turned off the lights

 i've reinvented this world
cunningly switched the tides
drowning the hierarchy
now a begger with vision

Now bigger than fission
Weaving through the mess
burning ends and chewing thread
majesty

i've reinvented this whole world
as mediocre as you all are
human ants
arrogant fleas

consuming for purpose
superstitious
meager and pretentious
unconscious

a city full of millions
and only a sprinkle of lights are on
heavy with the popular lies
dragging your way through a whole new drama

so that life has a gram of meaning

On the end of the fork

 thick whole of the brush
absorbed into mud floored streams
into the land of it
through the grass
heavy and curious

permission to cross another border
sandwiches go inside mouthfulls
sceptical border guards
the limits are all desire distilled

the thicket and streams 
made sacred through the echo
from great mountains
permission to sit up there now

down here ive been kept until i left
so many steps left
fill the tank on ridicule
burns bright in the engine
great mileage

great mouthful of grass
thick cushioning undergrowth
every insect worshipping inside
temple of life

Bereaved

 Son 
I lost you whole
current took you

your screams off in the distance
abandoned to the water
this distress

a tonne of bricks
a silly game
fun turned dread

son 
river swallows you
out of my hands

gone from my world
under
unseen now

I raised you 
to this point
you were mine

a blink of an eye
angels toasting
bye son

drowned
gone are the smiles
gone is home

The power of intrigue

 My gale
my wind
where did you come from?

My subject 
My love of all loves
Under this empire

heat and power
vice
minions spy over it all

Their little spies
tickle the meglomaniac heart
passions of the simple man

belong to me
to me

and where are you
so alone
my gale
my wind

I see you at the top of the spire
uncles built
to witness the kingdom

we built this together
smiles and tears
parallel
machine guns
 pointed

fear joy
holding hands
oh you are too right
 for this farm

I've brought you here
to witness this land
empire

blending
rising 
rising
up

so you see the lines
of my face
 on the land

awake and out
take your vice
and pray this soon

my power grows
like a ball in your hand
ember in your mind

like spice
blending
that won't leave
your naked tongue

so see your life
power to mine
intrigue

...ache

the turns

 You also lost your life there
come to me full of shame
ray of terror wakes me
your blank eyes staring

The gate to your deliverance is not built
the company you keep stirs your limited perception
providence cries out to you
turning your back

you'll have no relief in the living
search for those ghouls of fate
out in the mountains and flats
of these hot fields of the earth

the earth turns and dizzies you

The bread of experience

 on the addiction and blazing world
we have another destination
further from here

these humans 
as two year old babies
peering up at the nightsky
wishing for some kind of answer

wistful blasphemy
subtle destruction
the saw rocks back and forth through time
cutting it in half

magician absent
fires and narcotics
feasts and awards
Trapped on the earth

Build the soul flow gate

 lining up to leave the earth
ghosts that look to the living
Not knowing themselves
eternally looking for the exit

that temple into the sky
whose priests may unbuckle their weights
and allow them to float off
free from our world and their own haunting memories

they all need a way off the earth
God whispers to you in your sleep
all of your fears grotesque and overpowering
multitudes of spirits trapped here 

I have come here Sebastion
to build the soul gate
will you pass the hammer and nails
witness this construction

a bridge to the afterlife
these ghosts cannot recognize themselves
they are as injured fowel
wing slowly extending

retracting from the trauma 
that its former earthbound self
had endured before darkness

I will build your door
said sebastion
I will send you past these physical passages
I will be your son and saviour

wick of chaos

 Wick of chaos

Grin in the economy
long and loud
like a ship's horn
blowing permission into ports

Each organization vying aggresively
eyes out and offers hit tables
undercutting and ousting the outdated
oh that well dressed chaos

A slither of the market
a snake on each deal
A slither of reality
that subtle leverage steals

young sparks set it alight
fresh waxy string

A beautiful promise

 choose yourself
you are pouring yourself out
gasoline

let your hair down

fall out of the tyre track
mud and lies splattering

I have been practising to be so incoherent
life in theory is a slurpee
nothing solid but completely over sweetened

choose yourself
don't let those dreams fall by the wayside
stuck in that thick mud

sweet bubbles of plastic swirling with images
of some future so far and sweetened
pick your way through the weeds

sometimes i walk down cul de sacs
littered with tractor tyres
church spires and hell

My grandmother's portrait

 She painted him on the wall
He once with wild hair in the darkness
eternal darkness blanketing

she painted him breathing fire
the void around
what did it provoke

soaked in darkness
quest for truth
comfort out here

like a prophecy waiting to play out
blazing heart pushes out
flames to meet the world

words to turn keys
In every door
so that one may conquer

brazen heart too often sparks
pools of flammable residue
on the road toward glory

words fall on them
effecting action
collecting momentum

soaked in darkness
quest for truth
she painted me

Great blue night

 blue night
not sadness
humid blue though
sinking into the air

No rain to feel or hear
No wet concrete
just a subtle swelter

blue night no moon
optimism faith
hidden in the thick cloud
with-holding water

No rain yet
balmy eve speaks
we listen
thick silence of all things

Incursion dusk

explosions across the borders
clandestine orders
A new conflict to digest
ancient and pesky

waves of rockets across the dusky
the defence attempts thrusting
war shaped people take up arms
and contribute to the pool of harm

the fire blows outward and engulfs
buildings topple
the soldier no sense of self
only death to stop

The clever short existance

 the darkness of the train
all a board
a snake over land

the darkness of the house
only safety
a turtle shell of a thought

a feast upfront
sending the senses into ectacy
to be overfilled

and shifted into a hospital bed
with an expensive health plan
and a secret refridgerator 

Arresting an addict

 cotton candy from the trunk
one left behind
one taken to prison
you lost your place

all formality
we wanted our right
our right to exist
now we exist in a state of informality

getting left behind on the track to prison
no identity
no recognition
Not even a cell to contain us

The noble calango

 It absorbed the heat and light
darkened its skin for the cloud
perched up on the wall
creeping forward only for snack

Of all dragons it still lies noble
despite the commoners predictable derision
those lizards basking
not a cockroach on the street

Of all dragons this one has no fire
it just exists to worshp the sun
and meditate aggressively
as we human pass by aimlessly

cart and man

 horse clapps forward and wagon rolls
grin comes alive on the face whose invitation comes
morning glee up from the otherside
clip clop and a nice grin all the way round the block


glass lives as
eyes peer out of windows
Horse unbeknownst
man on glee fuel up the road

How to bake the bully

 someone to pick on said the childish thug
pick ip on his taunt and chide
his eyes emotionless slugs
he yearns to fight

No wondering where they are from
Just identify something dfferent
something uncategorized
watch him deride and insult

the fat thick and boring part of the bully
forms the steak we need
sporting hats and cars with the springs cut
serve them face down in the slum

as if beef

Ribbon

 
across the pavement fast legs a head up toward the world
trying to see if there is any love still in this world
inquisitive and tender 
like a doctor

fleabound and tick infested
abandoned one sad afternoon
because this world doesn't want you
but I do

Prancing across the road island
It's still all ours
dangers of the traffic
delinquents and other wild dogs

The base of the road

 near the bridge
broken people make it up
you just trudge over
the water underneath is murky and tasty

the bamboo shades it all out
lost creatures wander the swamp
ending up near the bridge
all dizzy and bug bitten mind

and the low sounds of cicadas and crickets
rising up at sunset as if to call a predator
to come and take his dinner
as if the swamp itself was a mouth

opening itself up to the night 

Weed seed

 Just a few inches underground
Hiding like a dead spider
cracking its shell and bursting out
with one bold aggressive sprout

rooting through the vegetable patch
swelling up nodules
spreading and connecting in the dirt
bending natures rules

A berry planet

 the mulberry hangs from the tree a planet
ripening toward the afternoon
a subtle observer whose mouth waters
would see the transition
patience a currency

the berry turns slowly losing its redness
and forming fat bulging black juicy balls into itself
a planet so edible for the gods we don't we are
such sweetness on the blasphemous tongue

such a forbidden feast
to devour an entire planet and still have space for more

Sleeping on the job

 the human mind sleeps across these cities and towns
distracted by the excessive entertainment,
pushing debris over the land
what sticks and what moves churning it all up

as confused as the human race
so many herds so many cliffs
slumber wheels humming
across the cities cracked narrow streets

addicted to the scraping sound
the juice of leaked oil and petrol
the residue of local factories
unconsciousness

the human body moves through cars and wagon
the mind unquestioning acting on what it thought was interest
personal toxic interest in the city of sheepish seepage
conformity in a sleeping pill concocted for every anxious pleb

dawn of new conviction

 on the future God
The magnifcient dawn abrupt
casting us into itself
with its light

A unique moment in the history of man
God geared up with tools and weapons
to rebuild a messy world

with every conviction 
every fire and flood
With every new forest

the future god will arrive
On those terms

The door to existence

 On the lake bank
Partially shaded by a huge palm
the day all lit up
auspicious glare

a face beams
a look of surprise
soon converts softly
curiosity

existance has thrown you into the world
discover joy
crawl over on that carpet like grass
live

Dimensions of a smile

 Deep within a smile
where teeth hold joy
where lips seal beautiful secrets
few may actually understand

on the angles of the mouth
saliva slowly pools on the tongue
dimples want to deepen with the smile
curly volunteers

witnessing the roundness of a simper
extending through a happy moment
rolling between the pilthrim and chin
up to cordial eyes

where the world entertains
your face toward it all
beaming
requited visual antiphon

A discount on uranium

 From over the trees we could see the bomb glowing in its explosion
clawing up the horizon shamelessly and corrosive
panic of danger sending us into crazy bellowing
Don't wink at us over there
the smoke and light approaching at speed

the explosion approximating its destructive pitch
half smile
the shattering impact any second
prayers come in subtle layers of well delivered hope and projected grief

 the flash of the bomb huddles against the land 
fornicating like a trillion fire flys
the full smile
ear drums burst and the land is engulfed like a strange fuel
legs kick and spirits leave

you smile the city roaring in flame
the purchase paid off
you smile
well have you no shame
half of us buried underneath
failed exodus

frowning thriving metropole
smiling ash and bones
Grinning carcass

The lodge

 2 fish swam for the rocky broken shore
At the speed of a ruffled begger
knocking at the door

looking over the rocky lake
Big fantasy lodge going to bring it nye
a conveyor belt moving every desire

huge dorsal fins of different sorts
cutting through the water
a future obscured

yet one sturdy bridge
each plank a special school
a constant miracle

the hardness of the rock
above the fish stock

at the far end of this rocky valley high
is where my strength and genius reside

So sturdy and picturesque

I'm getting so close

the soup of this life

The price of ambition

 the connection errodes further
the fine face of my father
will it stay with me
the soul a suitcase
hopefully

the link is wearing
I see youth still bearing
He still breathes and seems
to tend his freedom
in my dreams

Capture those years and see
for all they are worth he says to me
the meager ambitions I still hold
fat pets are all I have 
 I need eagles ravenous

Can I still get out the album
from behind my eyes like guns
The ones who long to eat the world
the ones who long to see you again
just an image

With a blank space somewhere at the top
so that I may scribble thankyou
over the next adventurous decade
with all the wars throughout the terrain
That I want for my very own brood

Can I still dream of the arrow
whose direction I could decide
when bombs hit and splinter
hint to me shelter 
so we might get back up

reclaim all that was lost
seek those lost ideals
of our greatest intentions
in clouds of flame
might I claim

a new destiny
On this farm of an earth
Renew this great potential yield
Over the lakes and bridges
my word echoes yet

A station some find

 In the dim yellow light across from the train station
milleniums of contemplation
sat the old man stroking his beard
telling god to speak more slowly

In the dim yellow light of another millenium
all manner of travel
every concept of a path
racing toward some finish line

The old man's aunts and uncles
chewing the fat sipping the decade's tea
just outside of his place railside
as happy as these sickly sweet southern summer christmases

outdated in their clothes gestures smiles and even step
stained by a sun that never existed
he smiled out toward them
the backwards children about to be given a new life

Linoleum and plastic thread all up and down the walls
a free space outside his tidy sunlit cabin
infront of the tracks
The center of spirituality was never inside a church
nor a temple for you rule obsessed prunes

No the real flow of god exists in the symbolism of railway tracks
Everything that moves is angelic he said
on his third or fourth life
hundreds of years ahead of me

laughing in weeks as I do in minutes or mere seconds
Making his way to the central station there
funny how no trains were running
and every passenger desperately sprinted to where they were going long ago

and more countable in earth years
nodding at the mountain
nodding at the flats
Father watch these steps
father watch these steps

sight

 The soul is blue white burst
traveling through the center of the house
calling the mind and the fear
eyes form into the ghost beam

As thick and energetic as lightening
that soulfire from the eyes of the gone
setting my mind to see
eternal mistakes

glaring out from one end
pulse emerging from the face
flashing waves of blue white light
My lack of power

My hunger to beat it
it's huge aura
soul of the house 
of ages past

river of force
where is my shield

City of the bomb

 all reactive ingredient sum
last straw is drawn

Nations arm bomb and gun
apocalypse dawn

diplomacy stunned
closing door

refugees run
from burning city shores

The drone wasps humm
weapons drawn

a million skulls numb
as new explosions are born

Purchase yourself

 the ornate box half truths
sitting idly in front of eyes that might open it
proving a point that their predictions were right
corny fashion to follow with a few drops of enthusiasm

Your body lurches forward
your hand leaps toward the handle
desperation writes itself into your face
as the shopping cart slowly tips over the cliff

Back to the mall with you
borrow another thousand
a grain of you unsure
A beach convinced

Purchase your way into existance
Trade for all sugars and brands
that give some semblence of belonging
the desperation to connect

decorating yourself celebrating yourself
wearing an identity tag
credit card limit sour
A person unknown to themselves

obsessed with worthless treasure.

Gas time and glory

 water bounces in a pool
Sunlight makes it a sea of mirrors
yellow bright characters lost in dance
prisms of boyant reflection

shimmering sheet rising and falling
like the sonolent chest of gods
That humidity sweeping across the awe on your face
Writing those lost greeting cards to all who've passed

The vigor in you is the quiver in the ripples
burning bright in the motion of waves
Streaming gold and wavering
looming falling overlapping

Light and water in strange union
both wet and lucid
Love drowned deep in that radiant sparkle
transitioning into form that we never were before

Protection from the world

 insurance against miracles
take the stars and pluck them out
bullet proof face
helmet over ears

A full bag of life wrapped in kevlar
spray on the disinfectant
to avoid the  inevitable mould

flesh use by date
microscopic enemy

The hearbeat of a tick

Shopping for sunshine

 The world out there teeth and naked
armed with machine zero sums
break out of the shield for gains sake
all vulnerable and numb

Standing afront the sun
awaiting trial like an accused in denial
yet the sun doesn't speak and predictably
it just shines like old boy said

The world out there is an oversized supermarket
overfilled trolley with mouths that seem to complain
as the small wheels creek down those washed aisles
zero sum machines where you can stick your hand in

if you don't open your hand your wrist stays trapped
That claw reaching down open like trolley mouth
all legendary teeth and naked gums
the cigarette and gum could marry

blinding sun still coming down
OR from my world shooting up
The world so below in the mind
a choking jury waiting for the sun

the old boy shines out there smile hammering away
through a few trillion pounds of harsh powder karma
to move those creaky wheels with this skull
roads to thought and roads to feeling

as you put your fifty cent piece into the machine
glee dripping from those curled ears
the throat dries with washing in the sun
as it gets hung out there jury confusion

The client is so lost in a universe of unfulfilled desires
those seductive images rolling around on giant screens as he stands naked afore the light
quase worship yet full of want not unlike an unfed child
One that raises the solar flare against the shadow of the cattle

wealth sap

 wealth the full stomach
The stacked shelves
the fruit laden trees

The slowly expanding stomach
eyes survey shelves
body stationed as a tree

The abattoir smack
Blood fills wells
meat for the freeze

All riches are attracted
desire still swells
seduced by beliefs

Pedestrian novela

 The water sits there
edge of the drive
murky with neighborhood concern
accumulating when one washes their car

watching the street
Sun tries to evaporate it
smiling down that grin a happy teacher
but the puddle won't disappear

each person holds their scribbled scroll
lifting it slighty not to have it dip within this polluted soup
then arrogantly opening them up to declare their reasons for existance
Not a ripple or wave

Just a natural mirror for all the acting
capturing our little lives on a divine wire
to a comedy house in heaven

At the speed of life

 Cassidy sat on the stairwell
Said she wasn't feeling well
Said she had things to do
the shadow and the light

The speed of life

Our dog Roger ran up and down the coastal track
narrow and hugged by brambles
Littered with fallen branches
He outran those ancient ghosts

At the speed of life

Even my old father telling me life is but a trip
Prepare well and pack it all up
For the next adventure
Changing gear

over the speed of life

that imminent emergence

 water accumulates the contrary veins of the beast land
falling into one artery, bracing itself for the imminent dissolution
A real force through the deluges of rambunctious skies
collecting the same tones of the earth in it's floods

the origin of these agitated waters
Is the unseen mountain soul 
wearing the mist across the day
a beautiful dialogue with fertile skies

forested arms and hands reaching from snowcapped ranges
down to those tiny vibrant estuaries
boiling with life
with the light and dark

With the sweetness of freshwater
and the savoriness of saltwater
My own veins some western mish mash
her own veins the exotic brew

Thus the ocean kisses the rivers
with a never ending urgency
new life growing out of the fine silt
imminent emergence

(commas and irregular rhyme on purpose)

God dabbled in crypto

 He came down and converted my deep pond into a swimming pool
investments overflowed
My bail of hay and compost heap were neglected
keep the water in

as clear as it is
the wild creature has nowhere to hide
its many names have been screamed by the masses
hungry for some miracle in their wallets

strange shapes form over the horizon
born in Japan instilled into hackers psyches
into simplified thinkers minds
trendsetters and followers are chained

Thought out and felt in

 Theres a cauldron in the mind
and one in the heart
A few ingredients that long to be combined
and then consumed

There's a rope out of the head
and out of the heart
We hold onto it under the misconception
that it might carry us out toward richer realms

There's a path through our mind
and one in the heart
that if followed on the face of the earth
could angle like a smile

If you fail to prepare the feast
hungry eyes and mouths shining toward the fears of the father
the sweet remnants of the cauldrons sauces
To remind us of the past times that may no longer sustain us

There is a longing in the mind
and one in the heart
that avoids heaven and hell
surveying purgartory

The high ceilinged tent
that fits many modes of life
each a bubble shrinking and expanding with egos and conflict
each with it's own hundred species of colorful circus dramas

The membrain of the bubble concentrated and solidified thought residue
Evidence of feeling invisible yet incredibly real like gas inside a balloon

Spiritual appetite

 a hunger in the human spirit
A wild development in spirit
through the inside of the spine
like a monorail going up and down

Moving at the speed of light
powered by potent ambition
ignore false piety
ignore the permission to decadence

moving at the speed of light
to reign over a new world
pushing legs and brains forward
over the abandoned land and cities

eyes lock onto prey
stomach not attached to body
but resides in the sky
an appetite the extreme aspiration

moving at the speed of light
destroy the placating dance machine
and bow to order and progress
divine order and progress

Temple dust

The unknown descended
toward our humble floors
heads bowed
Tools of destiny

The dark space from where we worship
the invisible force
the one you have given a name a face
a useless doctrine

Silence is the voice
your world is noise
emptiness this sacred void
temple dust

the room is warm
The presence hasn't left
we breathe it in
tools of destiny

silence is its rule
this world a noisy drama
emptiness a holiness
bless this temple dust

an unknown power surges
from the hard dirt floor
No face no name
fuel of greatness for the soulmotor

humility sounds like nothing
gratitude a blessed emptiness
In clandestine harmony
temple dust

Time out

 a scrap in the basement
looking up toward the door
its locked
something I did 

stomach rumbles
cold dusty laundry floor
was I born for this
cold wind peeping in under the door

Must have done something awful
offended someone
dusk cutting itself into night
with the long boring blade

had my mother protested
Just for me to ignore
where did I pick that up
they were angry now

Not a ditch for  home
somewhere out there 
were you could quench your thirst
and feed your stomach

a brother would follow along
what secrets had I told
How I questioned myself
instead of flex that pure will

The one that got me here in the basement
where none would hear me
and the cool wind hit the glass
refridgerating the room

And out here in the world
I have been alone
somehow king yet slave
somehow ant yet god

And punished for such erroneous interpretations
of such a life

The line into a foul mouth

Who is underneath
you walked toward me
do you know yourself
rattling off the odd sort of insult

behind you something trails
A part of you almost left behind
Not obvious perhaps a forgotten toy
that grew into its own beast following you

controling your mouth
a soul usurped
by a part of you obscured
forgotten to the world

a ghost in the wake of all activity
with its own eyes heart and mind
we forget ourselves sometimes
is that what you did

You might have been possessed 
by some unknown part of yourself
something that came out of the woodwork
bathed in envy and old fashioned ideas

ticks and tocks in us
clockwise life
it did a number on you
many years of disappointment

written on the bill
in handwriting of footsteps
quips and uncertain lives lived
long periods of confusion

anguish loves the weak
or the weak pretending to be strong
to throw it on another
like a troll excreating

 

Swirl of life

 Swirl of life
Silver and fresh
summoned on
Through the glare of doubt

Oh that glare of doubt sprang
with apathy and fang
swirl of life
prosperity oooh prosperity

The apathy of the bystander
contrasts with the faith of me
the swirl of doubt not a lick
the swirl of faith the fullness of  my soul

The things we fight for vehemently
Must exist in our heart
faith of life of god of goodness
that the little bean could become a body a mind a new untouchable soul

Inside the swirl of life
The energy combined
our hopes and dreams as insignificant as a pebble
inside the minds of those bystanders

ooh prosperity full abundance
once again to be called on
to be braced and raised up
like the green of the garden

the swirl of life compels me
everything or nothing
settle for the two
stay open for everything

Your own real story

 I saw you at 12 years old a moment in time
You were observing yourself for hours
I saw you at 17 and your smile was as much a moment
as hand touching the next scratch in the clock

I saw you on the street at 22 shopping
You were a mere situation busy being the place
I saw you at 28 on the curbside looking out over the street
as if it were a river

And you were just a moment the past of you gone like present wrapper
Your expression hardly forming the same way ever after
Nobody will truly ever know you and they will just assume
quite a number of half truths

At 35 you were sure of what you were
yet that stuff was just furniture you were fond of
frills and makeup trinkets you pushed into the light
every layer passed down from family or around from peers

you are a location on a map
oblivious to your own coordinants
unconnected to your real self
Just repeating the input 

I see beyond the flesh the flickering program
The ritual and routine you are
Your code in the network
The joke the spirits tell about you

I have deduced that you are a moment in time
a situation unfolding 

On your marks

 The hurry to live left that spirit exhausted
such a hunger built into the mind a catastrophic intestine
A hurry to speed into the next phase not quite finished wth the last
food stained mouth speechless catastrophic irony

A race that is only held when all of the candidates are available
narrowing your chances by flooding the field of vision
with a blood thirsty abundance of competition
The judges restraining their guile

An urge to do better even when dragged fro the fields of mediocrity
To form a rat like snout for survival despite the labels it earns
tiger like claws to dig into the nearest isolated meal
a hankering for artful progress that spins a nauseating euphoria
 

Approval of the client soul

 Every little piece of your reality
glued up rustically unevenly
pieces of heaven and hell randomly
grins interrogate smiles and drown frowns

Your eyes trick you and you observe your surroundings
Not seeing what there really is
getting lured into the labrynth by dreams and nightmares
that have teamed up to push you the client soul along

every little piece of your perception
a thousand shards of other's opinions watching you like dragon eyes
Those words and ideas coloring your view
soaking false up into the true until you become a maleable stew
the client soul

Every little blade of grass hogging sun reflecting it as if spilt gravy
delicious unto the cattle those thousand client souls
their reality stuck together like a infants collage
God a tear drop away, the devil one cackling observer

Your eyes don't allow you to see inside the good
for paint and statues distract your very soul
That gullible customer waiting in line fingers sweating on the ticket
Gates as juicy as rear steak, as neon as vegas, the realm completely unknown to the client soul

In the soil of time

 oh how this life glides
planting seeds in the long rows of time
Until the plants grow high enough
to obscure the soil

those wells of time
swirling deep within the ground
steaming up into reality
obscuring the urgency

daily life a thick sandwich
you never get through
events as meaningless as the weeds
that compete with the plants of time

Not anchored or tended like them
strangers and intruders you dress as best friends
inject your own little meaning
Daily life a thick syrup

life glides upon the surface
you see an empty lot
weeds and mosquitoes
It could be a garden instead of a barren site

An asian economy

 We pulled rocks out of the pond to make way for more water for those fish
but the water just continued to go down
across the bridge dusty pale planks over the bigger lake
racing past an old memory

Back toward the village
pedestrians drift a long unconscious
My friend is a big eater
he was served a piece of asia

The backrooms of the feasting hall went on and on and on
Through the doors and curtains back toward the hall
The tables were empty grins replaced food
The cashier wore a toortsog

A very convincing soothsayer

Those old hills my friends

 The hills I'd befriend and move around with
caress them with my motorbike
They bring me high as I climb them
take me down as I descend

The tongue in a meal
rising and falling
in contemplation of each texture
the leaves and pasture

Rolling up and down those hills
long juicy driveways
satisfying my heart
those small cabins holding quiet families

the blue greens in the valley
steaming and flavoring the air

The real worm of the earth

 He hit 17 like a worm in compost
poking up and wriggling insanely
falling onto the topsoil exposed
allured attracted vitality surging

but like a worm still blind
seeking the warmth of the brood
of the decomposition and darkness
aimlessly sewing through the mess

once up to the sunlight its all shock
for the worm mistook itself for the soil
once alone and exposed disoriented
The sun an unscrupulous judge dries him

Into a thin shred of purple red leather

That backward hormone

 Backward toward wellington
he wore red under his clothes
Barely a man
convincing me of his narrative

before hell existed
clean paved roads
sloping downward and backward
existing into the past

towel over his hair
scared eyes hopeful
Back through Porirua
where new life hung from streetights

where drizzle blurred reality
clouded it with exhausting dreams
where other worldly entities interfere
Where they confuse, antogonize and jeer

The bully smile of a night
The baseball bat impact of a night
His pale skin trembling
for backwards into thse storm of a past

What is a garden?

 what does one seek in a garden
Peace? Food? 
Crops or amenity
nature simulated?

Symbols of what a garden could be
vitality
fertility
a living temple

Divine mistakes

 To err they say
Over a lifetime
is like walking on two feet over the earth

when they teach us how ugly our error is
we must bow our heads humbly
recieve the insult

Simple folk who seem to think of themselves as adults
the infant mind glaring out
doling out blame

a new cycle of embedded err
Paint children
call them wrong

Here stand the generations that make society
with appearances
we should imitate

One leg through school
very arm
like following in footsteps even doomed ones

bias are our veins
our personal life and death
Our typical choice in vice as mice vaccinated and spliced

they teach us there are no second chances
painted children hands open minds too
a destiny in some algorithm

holly cost

The wretched drude
it dresses itself in low pine
seasons blanket
nights sinister grin

the bark of the tree
the wooden panels of the houses
the Drude ensconced among the undergrowth
eyes in the air

crawling up the street twigs marching alive
the pavement smiles
gestapo lips

The wretched Drude
it lurches forward whining in a low tone
freezing surfaces
wiley holly bent out of shape

Drooping prickly leaves
beneath the serpent fearful frowns
The drude conjures seedling roots

seedlong into the settlement
an attempt at a smile
complicit ears and mouths

Those footsteps creating a one way road
away from life
up through a chimney

The cursed leaves were not oaken
they were prickly ilex
viscum album in the zyklon fogs of abaddon

Unholy gluttons

 Fasting comes during the fall
gods happy wall
fasting such a small sacrifice
a hungry smile

A stomach growling
such a holy thing
a growing urge to eat
halted by a salty morality

After the fall
The fall of winter
The fall of Christ
The fall of darkness

From the gateway of lack
the mouth and stomach restless
looking out with veiny eyes
upon the blinding coming summer

summer when hundreds lived
food was scarce yet people shared
after the spring
after heat waves

those many hours of light
each day brightening
more and more
it goes by so fast

Not a glutton upon the season

The bump

 pulsating up this vein like a bolt of lightening
human history a blinkshot
high speed moment like water through a hose
bursting out on the present like a spray of our reality

this little human experience
a blip on the radar
a worms kick
suddenly your standing talking and pretending to be a person

what a road this is
that we have built
that we wear down with vehicles
like bodies through houses

coursing through those predestined set years
the tunnel of time as it were
then barreling out absorbed by the ground and air
non the wiser

Designing creation

 Two gods were toying with the idea of manifesting into physical form
They created more people women and men
landed on earth in human form and became fisherman
The god of fertility threw a fruit onto the lake

Both gods watched it float
and the god of fertility exclaimed
-we shall like this fruit live on the earth forever
And never disappear from existence

The god of land picked up a big stone 
throwing it in the lake as if to overshadow fertility
and exclaimed -We shall like this stone disapear from existence
never to return to the world of the living

and so mortality became real
Fertility accepted it and the land god accepted it
Yet when land god lost his first child in a fishing accident
He desperately pleaded with the fertility god to take it back

It was however decided
And deep down the land god knew it
he had won the argument
yet lost something a million times more precious

The news feed

 Some of these people seek misery
mouthfuls of it directly into their ears and eyes
the rotten as if they were sugary desserts
to feel the repugnant pang of disgust
as if they were stimulations

the grim news tickling their hearts
and envious upper organs pretending to be the heart
absorbing the tight feeling of sickened emotion
tainting the energy of the blood
 
The cool nausea of knowing they have it better
to actively involving themself in the sordid details
they are a neglected alley wall despite the moss and grime
they are ready to recieve mindless tagging

So the humble passer by may digest it from you
as if you were the reporter holding back tears magnanimously
 

Patience and lawyers

 A dim cloudy dusk
a flavor you could taste
soapy potato puree
streetlights impatiently wait

The city fifteen minutes drive
where cousins run companies
style and groom themselves
status impatiently waits

the dim grey blue concentrated in the valley
cooler air encouraged pedestrians to crowd the few cafes
waiting for their suit wearing cousins
who would arrive with priceless smiles

Sharp wet branch inspection

 Water fell across the floor
flowing across it 
making the whole building damp
the water covered those blue white tiles

creating a mirror for the ceiling lights
employees were late and confused
trying to find dry areas to change out of their clothes
the sun outside couldn't dry the floors

Soon the important people would arrive
blame would be distributed as if some rare reward
anger and taunt well measured as if rehearsed
as if cherished that sweet redistribution of hurt

Niece is ten

 The youngest niece is ten

Happy birthday Paige
Hope France knows how to praise
On this specific special day
 you already know
how to laugh, enjoy and to play 
 
apprecier the day and the sushi cake
your moment of more fun less cares
and just on about ten years
happy returns you will hear
from friends and family
more than just three cheers

Gawkers of the house model

 The gawkers 
will solve your life
they watch your house

The gawkers are taking control of your life
They have a little model of your house
the gawkers are spending time observing it

Encased in glass your dream home intact
Their eyes running over the sweet design of it all
stately conifers almost Japanese

The gawkers can see it through
they've set themselves up like a stake out
Night no obstacle they pour light into the model

The state of mind
A driveway the group up in it
As if teens outside their highschool

The gawkers will save your life
your dream
I think

The burden of life

 The embryo here in my hand
looking up at me the foreign statue
as we climb the escalator
the walls are long wide clocks

canoes and bicycles
downward downward just concrete
the light comes in enough to illuminate our faces
from the broad windows 

the life in me should echo down through generations
should have a voice to speak into the clean well
dug and laid by the hands of our own arms
In this noctambulist generation 

Those same hands join to pray
That this well will sustain great ambitions
beyond the fooled audiences of today
Kind embryo may burden strengthen you

Leisurely plans for the apocalypse

 The shadow of the brick building casts such a contrast
the sunlight inviting grins
The shade cooling the wives
Up here away from the bombs

Looking over the sparse valley
as if I could taste it with one lick
From up here it was all mine
even the dreary political game

These demonic forads here to get ideas approved
let me peel them apart and let them know
Just how far they have fucked everything up
the scent of milky grass thrown up into the alp

War is such a delicious state of affairs
it's a bulimic orgasm 
sexual shame
keeping my dessert on ice

I forget about it all up here
where the clouds scrape my roof
sprinkling a little of that zauberpulver
steel and fire don't make small talk

The mountain air helps me contemplate
on how to slaughter another few million
Our souless rules and systems swallowing up more land
The limelight has lost it's tartness

Deckchairs and medication
Hubris flow

Just before winter

 Petersburg looked majestic from the sooty window
I could see out to the cathedral towers
I looked back down at my split leather shoes
Mother had given me a hammer to slaughter the rats with

Under the building I almost fell asleep waiting for the rats
a stinging hot dream of my old city in flame
pieces of me burning away until my eyes opened suddenly
And there stood the first corageous rat

I didn't bother getting up Because
 it would just give the creature warning
So I launched the hammer wth precision
Another dead to show mother

If Viktor or the kids from 33 saw this
They would know of my mastery
Out there in the wheat fields
swinging those sickles for a ruble

Perfectionist nomads

 the arrow in the bow out of balance
the inside river not big enough to wash the clothes
the guard dog's bark too overpowering
the intensity and proportion of it all out of place

The cave like structures full of trinkets and crafts
yet some heavy orthodox lifestyle rules over us
The overpowering light of the day
and the cool darkness under our rocky shelters

ambition is all about aim
a keen eye for a good target
The projectile is heavy and cumbersone
weighing down the bow 

Soon we will have to move
 the moon of migration
bites the back of our nomadic legs
 scripture etched in seasons

Paid to protest

 Protesting zombie hoards
Banners to prove they can think
Bursting through gates a fuss
kicking up dust and hate

it's legs and monotony
cattle to muster
badged and indoctrinated
Milked and liberated

Bounding into the long steep streets
reckless a junkie toward the fix
this raving band of lunatics
screaming the names of the habitual bandits
till we all live under utopian standards

Waiting for the train

 They were on corridor street
not far from apocalypse city
pregnant and smiling the girls sat patiently

where a man stubbornly and awkwardly sets himself toward the object
Two young women waiting for the train welcome a rare fate
A future starts to form inside 

The chaos of needs confuses and pits on against the other
Their burdens own their voices
Sympathy and carnal urges push and pull these empty men

Certain expectations veil reality
it's thoroughly crushing impact
A few inches above the womb

They sing really well.

 The region sings well

the afternoon sun slowly cools down
the light a nostalgic pinch of yellow dimming
the people in this region sing well I think I'll stay for a while

A few classic cars adorn a long cut lawn
whistling to himself systematic in deception
5 moves ahead of us the dumbfounded honest tourists
Duping the nearby neighbor whose state he stole and sold

The classic cars still lay across the lawn
Yet all of their motors were missing
Opening the hood to see a great cavity
The hollow laugh of the rogue conman

The shade of the late day extending
The next play is already enrolling vulnerable guests
Gullibity sweet sweet milk

This region sings so well

An official hour of relaxation

 

The broken man pretends to be offended
when the barman won't serve him
drying dishes with a towel inside a glass
The scowl was enough to entertain 3 bartenders

The big space in the high ceiling concrete war bar
emptiness within the body and mind
His empty mug
His empty grin

Bar man lightly exchanges chides with him
one wonders what stops him from kicking the guy out
Probably because he will see him tonight
distancing himself from withdrawl

siphoning money into the bar from his wallet
and beer from the tap
a meter for simpletons
bad jokes, burps and failed anecdotes

the new attack

 those many helmets
The illusion of safety
appearance of power
getting cocky in your submarines now

The center of it all

 get around the building
The big center of everything
gates and turnstyles
long queues of people dressed darkly and carrying baggage

inside the center get married
near a large flag on the seats there under

Curing Malady Villam

 The spider nest thick with spiders
as thick as your hand
in the shade of the jaboticaba
Keep the children away

heat draws the wasps out
their humm in the air a hellscream
a gust of wind carries them
toward absent minded families

the honey falls off the the tree
like cash out of an atm
I go to collect it
my arms are stung and bitten

Until im on my knees
hands together in prayer
Pain surging like a tough drug
speeding electrically up and down my veins

The honey dries and my hands stick
clay yellow under the trees
shade a relief sun still such a grandfather to me
hands and arms swollen and sick

will my mind beg for healing
as I am ready for prayer
No my mind begs for honey
legs lift me

I break a branch off that saintly tree
And swat the tiny predators
I rip them out nests and all
to bring back the bees

Ice taunts the sun

 At the top of that hill
Snow has fallen
happy campers eat so sure of themselves
under the hot sun

All the meanderings of a latent youth
yet it melts
sad campers are washed off their feet
equipment ruined

we run to save them
icy water kicking up 
screaming at the sun angrily
blinding us as we flail

Sun dries it
you all stand thankless
you stare across the valley
The grass glistens provocatively

A face in the water

 Down into the urban sprawls damp lowland neighborhoods
street lights dim and hooded
encroaching onto the roads to hear traffic just hours from dawn
Car of the mind swerves corners in a dizzy motion
Many years ignoring the want
hitting the last small intersection too quickly and falling into the haunt
morning, a garage of long reeds along the side of a terrace wall
Automobile and abandoned property merge
car half submerged
you are dipped into wet earth

Down into the meaningless sprawl damp competition fools you good
street lights thin and sooty
swarms your values and blurrs your vision each little virtue well torn
The day is almost breaking sworn into useless comotion
Fight to peel off the layers that daunt
hitting the pavement with those career eyes still programmed to saunter
tearing feeling pushing your steps toward the office don't fall
Put your mask on let pretension surge
senses fully purged
You drown not knowing you're worth

Creaturing until the end

 creaturing
the tongue of the road
blood behind skin
fat all mixed
bruised from falling off the gravy train
grin bulge

creaturing like a long lizard vertical on the tree
tongue tasting air and bark
lingering for an insect
like a dark shadow in bright light
but all ensconced in forest darkness

creaturing along on tight rapid legs
what an existence
all of this universe
all of this food
This endless hunt
this hormone of existence
a powerful chemical
driving the creature in us forth

The mouth such an archtecture to it's prey
between teeth
each one embracing
yet the release is not given
the tongue possessed passes judgement
The taste of flesh of life and of sin
the scales hidden somewhere inside the tastebuds
the conscious moment of death
The final peak before an etrnal slump  

Thursday's mind

 He looked up at thursday
the curves of a long face
a long day

He spoke in thursday tongue
to understand the day better
get to know it

thursday was a funny person
coming around every week
As familiar as routine

Could we get into thursday's head
crack the skull
yet leave the day alive

investigate the brain
find out what thursday is thinking
opinions about other days of the week

He took thursday by the hand
out toward the beach of each hour
Into the long drawn out tides of the afternoon

The haunted assembly hall

 locked in there overnight

Ghosts and people with no lives
Mango trees that have less hanging

Locked in for a week
survived and came out with a smile

The hall was full of groups
Doing arts and crafts

Taking themselves so seriously
like parents urged

the old building has probably got another century 
Noone the wiser of the ghosts

By then even the trees will be replaced
people won't get locked in there anymore

meet themselves for the first time
fearless and foodless

A reason to dance

you will be the life of the party
the hangover after
eternal celebration
hell you'll be decoration

Oh welcome here
weve invented excuses
for you to be somebody
In your own skin

They all pry
wondering what you are
weve given you a name
You are certainly a thing

That personality in and out of your tongue
And your brow
pretty much the rest of you
welcome here at your birth

we've been thinking of a name
so unprepared
the novelty
Like religious soda
Spilt all over the midwife

give us some new target
so we can make it out feeling proud
so we can pretend we lived our lives
A life must be the meaning to it all

A purpose
Among many
in the realm of human obsession

A civil place

 

wet
hard
slightly dirty
steamy

A mirror sweating
soap holders flaky milky remains

obsessed with beauty
misguided cleanliness
relief relief
the waste of us

A corner of your mind
holds a conversation with this place

drops of water
damp towels
the center of civilization
bodily fluids and stains thereof

empty cold floor
hairs and dust into a cluster
notions of hygiene
attempts at it

Life inside a staple

 It's like a staple
syrup of light
a comfort of sorts
a staple yet uneven

Slightly out of shape
so tiny yet so concentrated
half embedded in reality
half embedded in fantasy

staples keep walls and paper together
what keeps the human spirit tethered to the body?
a staple that holds all parts the body together
To the unseen unreal energy

blinding light inside that staple
spirit glue
mis-shapen 
hanging off a ledge

a hook 
on a crane
On top of a life
stacked like a broken building

a staple to bring things together
maybe a solution
not in the shape of a bent staple
not a heavenly scheme

something so solid
it could hold up a locomotive
train toward some sequel
perhaps still being worked on assembled with the remaining staples

Age and bureacracy

 Embark upon the official
I see the sweetness on earth
I savor of it, from it

I lose vitality over mere circumstance
The crude injustice of existence
waves of memory

Great tides of events
with all the floating baggage
of I a self absorbed

Myths have formed grandiose fantasies
Though starting gate's comparison leaves one wanting
the talent of the few tickles the many with sharp knives

As they embark on amazing careers
grandeur and arrogance
deep pain at single unmet expectations

Like teeth biting into the back 
of each body of each day
each tooth meeting each spines

bags and wrinkles fill the face like trinkets in a lounge
the quality of what we truly accumulate
could fuel god's laughter for another century

Certificates that distinguish me
let me inside the gates
validate me intellectually and viscerally

official stamps eyes all looking upward
as if they just opened eyes
order has trumped strategy

The papers grant me participation
with the print I am recognized
Like tatoos that spike social screen likes

Routine devours aspirations
lunchtime mouthfuls
fattening my physically dormant form

The soul of a cheap existence

 Pull out the blackened stove top
where rust and grease have solidified
layered and infused, carbonized 
from a million burns

The blue flame
bulges out ready for the next pot
It looked like a spirit
an ultra hot flowing ghost

awkward oven and stove
falling apart yet just together enough for the next meal
The gas canister's sheen and brill 
contrasted with the metal corpse

Like the wealthy convalescent and their young swain
one fueling the last years of the other
perverse and practical
at the back of the slum 

Happy families travel

 The institute of family comes with the necessary activity of travel
the beautiful illusion of escape from the immediate environment
As if you can exit the very reality you've chosen to fill your life with
Into the car with smiles and shrieks and some sort of suitable season

a rare distration
Joy imposed
maps and accomodation
a day in the sun

over one hill into a new small well tapered city
all trim and cropped
show slim body and flop
pool side prim and proper

The path away from home
shameless escape
children's chatter
One family has too much and one too little

They'll pretend to live the same reality
from separate spectrums
shame and righteousness
good fuels for a mediocre journey through life

nonquestioning smiles and nodds
a trip away somewhere where luxury is uniform
excess acceptable, encouraged
behind the classic painting is a landfill of trash the size of a small planet

Yes shame is fuel
righteousness it's competent rival
the weather outside the car window in clouds and blue
sun coming on and off like a kid a at a switch

In a hotel room built over a working class cemetary
room service is a sensation in the lower stomach
phone goes to ear servile stream of sunlight chatter
a flow of shining water in their voices

The road that got you there rose and fell over hills
snow stuck to the land like babe to tit
like wheel to road
and when the sun did appear....

It just revealed the lack of perfection
That holiday makers either ignored
Or obsessed over like senile busybodies
heating up nursing homes with unlived rage

That heat

 heat has spread through the streets
like hot blood speeding through veins
whafting up huge clouds of hot humidity
swollen capillaries

heat hits the brow
sweat the interaction
heat hits the walking vagabond
who pretends not to feel the burn

Heat slaughters the cool
blunt and simmering
truthful and menacing
invitation temperature

To become one

 There is only one of you
becoming something
adorning yourself
what a plum

caught under the gaze of the moon
one of the things you promised yourself 
undone
a thing you promised not to do
done

The gaze your own eyes have on yourself
not of your appearance
but of what you live for
existance

A word close enough
that might describe you
a sentence affirmative enough
to make you want to live

The sunlight of darkness

For the sun was worshipped
and light was synonymous with god and life
dark unseen spiritual workers condemned as filthy 

The sun shines from within you
youll say its your heart
and I will remain sceptic

The heat from your stomach
breaks down food
energy and minerals fix into organs and muscles

Youll say that the sun resides in your heart
That kindess and empathy are your hands
but are they on your tongue when you lie this moment?

clothes are important an appearance game
and how we dress our true forms in words
Words into attire woven from pure lies

The sun shines out of you, you swear
family photos and fantasies of perfection
yet at the heart is interest

personal profit in all currencies
attention, recognition, security
but no sunshine

we are busy inventing ourselves
condeming the compost in others
ignoring their own need of rot

Yes verily in the darkness
That is where the seeds are
ignored and rotten

the sunshine is not in your heart
you cannot walk there
the new energy is from the darkness within

That darkness you condemn
with the conviction of a rugged priest
is the same darkness granting you life

to flaunt your beautiful lies

The price of your excitement

 you pass the pylons
Long lengths of vacant green land
it screams at you to build something
Then to a huge intersection

where a makeshift office was built
to collect money to invest in great works of chaos and corruption
To make the city existance a random game of luck
excitement from a people obssessed with lottery and chance

tax and little payments that are collected 
by overexcited misguided adolescents
That percentage of the money spent
it's a fruitflavored shakedown

They don't wear uniforms as they demand the tax
But you can see badges on the chests
company name emblazened, next month it will change again
their names in tiny print

Pine dreary

 Lost inside the hillock pineforest
Dim morning light singing sleep
the floor a thick carpet of needles
strange mushroom forms have slowly erupted

Colors and forms in the fungus never seen
Intertwining like strange veterbrae
The day dimmed still more
The dank moist air accumulating

Darkness enshrouded this underworld
manifesting as lullbies to induce deep sleep
Comfortably over the soft needles
sinking in

A fork in the road

 The mother and three children sped off in the car
The husband holding onto the thin trim above the car door
then falling off almost tripping over his running legs
The children's faces neutral

A fight broke out between them abruptly
then suddenly stopped
they looked upon each other as if they were sharing one brain
separation on a highway

they couldn't understand
For there was no dialogue
no arguement, not even a good bye
Just a severance of everything

Icecold and shocking
troubling and mysterious
one cut and the family was separated
never to rejoin

Fuel for thought

 For a real warrior must break himself down
as does an elaborate weapon
Our existence is hindered by dragons

My courage interrupted
The piece of him god flung back to me
to help me conquer the world with
The eyes confused by a world
That transformed further away from what it had made him|

joints and bones felt hell inside them
the mind that insane drop pushing us on
that eye my father gave me
fate the long tailed dragon
savor it's scales wake from a death

sever it's lungs and make it's corpse
a home a drop in the ocean
In the accumulated fuel
That awaits a flame and burst

Mortal rehearsal

 Flesh on earth
a human grunt
with every window out into it
a small puddle of consciousness

wind and sun on the tongue
pulsating temple
for there I pray
worshipping a bridge existence

I could feel my hands
and so grasped outwardly to the air
as if to greet it
treeleaves even

sweat sneaked across my brow
letting itself morph into the air
laughing and dancing in the sunlight
heat a language

Saliva churning in the mouth
the gut provoked
hunger rises and drives that insane drop
thoughts of power

the road bare and grey
each muscle awake
the face of the land feels my steps grinning upward
the centre of hell cooking it into caramel

Come inside

 The nightclub changes every weekend
dumbfounded excitement chasers buy the weekend
offer the cheap fun and euphoria thick as blood
The lights and posters trade places
the feeling desire pulse in every local person

the facade lit up neon with eye spice
holiday makers gave into temptation
throwing themselves at the big block building
where owners would come and go more frequently
overly satisfied on saturday

diminished and subdued by the bankruptcy and hopelessness
of narcotic excesses
Back to the club to clean up, the dirty mess
The mind also soiled
instinct put the club back on the market
In a few days it would be sold

drink and snought
widen that smile
That survived as a frown
from within some greyish white office
clean yet somehow dirty

hobbling home after the club had had it's way
a beautiful inversion emerging
where you the poor soul looking for a kick
swallow the juice and become the target
Of one boot falling into you at high velocity

kicking the change and sense out of you
until you are broke

Validation on paper

 park your car
it is 30 minutes and a few other rules away
from being confiscated
Uncertain invitation

Your car is safe here for 30 minutes
Can we interrupt your life
Leave a gram of extremely high quality uncertainty
with a street value of disappointment

Your existence needs the bland spread of paperwork
bureaucracy to spice patience
You can park but you'll need your little ticket
you'll need your ticket approved

A solid validation
in these untamed cities
knitted together with worthless documents
That seem to be randomly demanded

The inconvenience as elegant as the fine print

From within the land

 On a map the imagination is paralyzed
the dirt and rock of the land is it's logic
the plants, trees and forests emotion
conversation with the sky long wet interactions

long grass had only one ambition
to cover the for sale sign
eating it up so no potential owner
could put it all out of place

Deep within this land
the muscle as rock the blood lava

On a map you wouldn't be able to see the land
It's only a kind of chart
A silly theory
the wind and rivers move

Deep underneath
the sunless soils
is a longing for root tips
to extract the mineral and damp excess