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