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