Myths of dragons and eternity

 oh thickness 
thickness of space
rise time dragon of ills and 
rise and fly monster

obscure the moon with your wings
burn the city down by accident
in the thickness of your flame
unintended massive fire

thickness of crux
Heart's central whim
moon exposed
technical error

Just one correction waiting
so distilled in you
longing to be healed
boiled lolly spoke the toothless

just to walk said the paralyzed
Life backward the old man laughed
Life backward marveled God himself
A voice screamed the tongueless

Just one correction in all of you
handpicked by the accident that befell you
Pulling you out screaming for second chances
as we force the medicine down your throat

In ignorance for
as we look at all of you
there's more scar tissue than unaffected flesh
all mirrored exactly in the heart

To think clearly said the dullard
looking up to the ceiling as if the answer would be written there
Just a twisting a wringing of your insides
a microchip in the brain

To disallow your impulse responses from steering you
toward the same place you typically crash
Life's path lived backwards you humm 
The tongueless screams

eternity gets up off the sofa and puts a coffee on
he turns around to give you a few decades of mockery
You sat at that table and wrote into existance
as eternity dictated pre caffeine

wings and scales and lungs full of gasoline
flying to the glow far over the horizon
To some city that forgot you existed

My first strong disciple

 His cheeks were swollen
these early years are in him
The feast of youth
the guessing game life verily becomes

the confusion locked in
yet through it bursts of glee and amusement
none of that anger and regret
the tehoro grass is knee high

The blue sky has aged though
pale and warm the sun abrasive
like the old failed teachers once ours
under willows wasting life away

remember it like headlights on 
Some high potential motor humming
wake your mind
Don't just glare out here at life

searching for a semblance
A logical arguement for existance
besides all of these oversweetened treats
wrapped in the dogma that reeks from down the street

can you maintain your grin and it's taste
Emulate the others and keep a straight face
never revealing those secrets that deepen and span
the younger you decided gave yourself the upper hand

Strangle me with the dangling string of our reality
Yet the layers of the universe just peel away here
Years of weakness and denial
I seem to be able to turn back the dial

Not to right the wrongs
but to slip into your petri dish minds
to plant crippling nostalgia
with a finger inside each epoch

struggle to vomit
grin slowly melts cheeks well reddened
Blue sky still cloudless point out
How then is it turning grey

The image starts to shudder
first pleasantly and  delicately
Until it humms and vibrates a life into itself
creating a tunnel vision slowly swallowing up your memories

So you can come back and repeat it all with me again on the big blue
Until we get it right

Moving to the periphery

 The map wouldn't show me
what I needed to acquire
The mall above the river
The long heavy gardens

The lost people
Their simplicity guaranteeing their slavery
their lack of curiosity
their smooth purgatory

I found the ground plans for the house
Even the address
The house is so hard to locate
It wants to know if it will be a piece of me

I looked at the neighborhood
a teengager still a wee goofy
To be bound and forced into ambition
thriving in the semi conscious human rush

looking up in a daze
The dose of his surroundings much too strong
yet he'll have the insight of many
after he comes around

the warehouse like structures
without walls filled with kitchens
and work stations
working toward being some form of community

Will I land like lightening here
shock the inhabitants
That trip under my tongue
several waves of euphoria

embed myself here as upward moving serpent
through their minds as they attempt to imagine
An impossible feat
the closest they come is fear

swarming their senses
Perforating their grasp
swimming in their false humility
electrifying and activating their latent psychosis

The late night reception

 The party would go almost till morning
all leap in attempting conversation
lowlights illuminate just enough
murmuring rooms

Instead of sleep
we hold wakefulness
imbibe and flatter
then sourly toss a quip

a well conceived double compliment
the boredom of this duration
inches us closer to the drama
one might possess like jewelry

The recepetion was cheery
then as the night progressed
rooms emptied
People sought beds

To pretend things had gone otherwise
to assure themselves of their place
beds turned to stretchers
throats called guttural for nurses

negligence is tangible
It takes on the form 
unknown punishment
People check themselves out

ripping out ivs and making their way home
What a party indeed

Feast of mabus

 Wake of the overlords cape millions maimed
selected to swallow what remained to be claimed
like food on a table a finger doth percuss
poison divine descent of mabus

The fires of broken syria
light up his face clenched in fury
the limit and the resistance
Only perpetuate egregious visions

The soothsayers blanket
warms the dim born lain under
threads of lies sewn for slumber
a hundred nations asunder

Twist these circling vultures of propaganda
invite them to ground divide and plunder
choreographed bloodshed 
These conventional gauntlets

Sweet burgeoning of Ukraine
The flowing missiles borderland grieving
crushing fruitful death brazen seething
Vehement truth in violence

summoning Mabus
I see him up on the stage tasting the air
flags wavering to a breeze he commands
these light skirmishes will not compare

to the oncoming dark warfare
The very knife pushed against your chest
Justly to extort lockstep east reactive west
The signs point as does the sanctified virgin

israel bends and curves so we can deploy
The machinery colossal war employs
The rise of the feast harrowing
An epoch for devouring

Yearning for Mabus to overthrow it all
words that anchor cannons, panoply unfurl
A monumental holocaust faces clenched
distant explosions light our faces

The feast of mabus

Sharp as a friend

 During the stitch
the skin and the material
eye of the eagle
eye of the needle

the camel's back
cambrian drone
Lakes shimmering
reflecting humaness

The shape of an insult
dowsed in oil
to slip into the ear
torrid reflexion

during the stitch
A god appears through the fabric
sharp through
sewing us altogether

wax all over the sheet
melting off in the fire
The stitch holding fast
the point of it all

Regardless

 His pants were too big for him
back then we were poor
so he'd need to wear whatever came down from me
and my stuff came from cousins well off

He'd bite to soothe some unrest within his heart
Yet I saw him pale and real not violent
Becoming obsessed with certain things
seeing only the good in me

sitting alone in the lounge
the haze of daycloud his spotlight
lighting up his symmetrical fringe
imitating me like a parrot

A will of granite in the awkward body of a child
He'd go forth into the fire of the dare
and we'd both face hell for it
me Starting the chaos and he erupting it

Now he sees the weakness in me
I in him
the disconnection 
a low symphony of preliminary regret

A side dish called blame

 mercy and cruelty
send a message to the mind
remember the ones you love and hate
positions you swore you'd never take

look at you now
in two minds worshipping the confusion of the moment
as if that was some mystical solution
How to treat the devil you created

hilarity at the ambiguity
greet him yet stab him
The neighbor you've assigned friendship
broke your golden rule a thousand times

yet has more value than a thousand family
because their discretions didn't land on you
mercy and cruelty smirk and grimace
which one is which

Blame has been funneled into your most expensive bottle
Most highly prized condiment
you put a little on your food
a little on your kin

Hate seems to fart out in disproportionate globs
like the oversized plastic ketchup bottle
All the stimulus of grudge overshadows
an emaciated conscience

the one that stopped you growing as a child

Formidible dispersion

 we've seen hollow guests and grievance
The land slurps that what dejects us
the expances of metropoles across the land
strange ants aren't we

lines and colonies
roads and highways
The earth eats that which we dispose of
Our own wrinkles and age signs expand

Some born with the mindkit
to renew us from old death in abandoned lots
The rest cut into fragments of the old farm source
periphery expanding

chimneys howling
Hollow guests direct new projects
forecasts and subdivisions
hearts are heated and grow

passion drives
intellect curates
thousands of ants like us
formicaring

The labourer stole my car

 The new house was almost finished
Big spaces big family pride thick
nightfalls and long into it we entertain ourselves
Look into the strange noise coming from the garage

the paved back yard absorbs the yellow outdoor light
the late spring keeps the nightair pleasant
Children play and adults compete for attention
the Garage door rattles so we go to look

The labourer hired for our house's construction
standing there with several others stealing our car
his drunk girlfriend and some other orphan
Off they would go with our vehicle

The police would never arrive in time
His eyes settled on mine insisting on the crime
as if in an obscure philosophy
we'd never read

Yet in those eyes
I read the pain of decades
with hunger to read more
as if this book this person quenched my thirst

as He drove off with my family car
I willed wings to grow so that I'd fly to follow
to get a further sense of that delicate pain
He spilled in poor excuses

The wear and tear of the world
the cracks in the family patio concrete
smiling up at the blue after night was done
The labourer far gone

twisted morality many kilograms of pain
They have found the empty spaces of my house
The hypocrisy in the walls and decoration
Attempting to punish it

a three year old deprived breastmilk
Laughing driving the motorway as if it were his
Sun will rise soon with some semblance of a conscience
chaos and trauma remain quiet passengers

The family look at the ground disappointment grips them
the budget an expensive puzzle pieces wouldn't fit in
The glare of the outdoor lights like milk on the night's ground
Thoughts slither and indignation simmers

The bat flies toward the moon
The horse walks restlessly bleeding

To be followed

 A young age stands before us
searching for normality
looking for ourselves
as if a lost family member

You cross the road without looking both ways
You spend your time with your head tucked in
study all day for the grade learn the shortcuts
distribute them with friends

Someone shared the mystery of life with you
would you be so kind to share
So many of us try our best to hear 
Yet they just don't sink in

well decorated profile page shrines
Make me thirsty to reinvent myself
Appeal juice squeezed 
convenience and ease

for a physical emotional barrier
A likeness for a thread host
Doll of the algorithm
Adorning the boast

Abandon forfeit and terminate

 Pennsylvania spoke up last week
Controversy supposedly settled
Many toward the truth still seek
Right to live bargained and heckled

The statue well carved all classes in observation 
marvel its basic contours avoiding it's foundations

without truth you seem to limp
As you watch him reload dollars on the sense
wasn't security in the budget?
sense of Omnipotence?

Humans filmed from lamposts
written up in those ledgers
well kept health insurance records
in the service of hell

without truth you seem to bleed
The bullet captured you from behind
As if it had your back
Camera death is blasphemy

Luigi smiled justice
interrupting the hungry state of affairs
The denial of millions that increased your sum
Has decided to print itself out a gun

following the profit grin swell
those unquenchable quotas of hell

FAITH WITHOUT WORKS IS DEAD

The corridors toward a prime destination

 These corridors fall around the future
loose change to build a castle
The reputation I seek would be a cure
These rooms for rent go fast

Out in the town square Pretending it's not the end
Is my second father with his glad old friends
Toasting the inconsequential nature of it all
friends nod forcing words to rise and fall 

coloring the garden cosmos
My false smile goes from confident
To ashamed ninety one million to ninety one cents
Can I project this false version far enough

They laugh though not at me
maybe just the corridor
the chosen trajectory
I force myself to join in the jolly reverence

For a split a second I see the multicolored lining 
through my requisite flesh it's shining

Yet the search goes on without reprieve
for the perfect blooming fruit tree
Ripening piece by piece
expanding on the branch

The perfect ship
stocked and reinforced for the ocean
built to float me to that prime destination
where all seas meet

the congruity of it all completion
compliance to each spiritual season
whining and growling
winding and slowing 

Jeered

 Wellington deadlike
The slight smell of mold cigarette smoke
The indiscretion spreads over months
half drunk and underfed chilled face

The lonely uphill climb to John's house out of purse
The street was selling counterfeit mercy
for roustabouts like me a kind drop to sip
yet it wasn't pure just filled with teeth wrapped in tight lips

Amusement is waiting like calamity
youthfulness stretches our gullibility
lulling us into a state of vulnerability
night windows open curtains
as you trip over the angled driveway

You trusted friends that were worthless and gone
you recieved the injustice and passed it on
finger food to appetize this experience a mile
lingering on that for a bitter while

The cold wind climbed over the wall of island bay
and coasted down newtown without a personality
a mouth so straight it could measure existence
but not a roustabout like me

The random and unplanned inconvenient stains
the attempt to live made good entertainment
An audience howling with laughter in time
to observe another few silly antics of mine
Their seats curated and named as they shout me off stage

How the chatter and hooting catch fire
heat the stage humilation doesn't tire
Until I couldn't distinguish between
a sarcastic applause and this assemblage on fire

The roar of it singes the air survivors exit nonchalantly
Outside the theater filled with cars and speculation
will it age they ask after the incineration
obsessed with the tail of the fish in welly
last decade it was the lower belly

There I was reaping the hay
under the powerlines on half optimistic spring days
unenlightened unambitioned
as it all corresponded without me
so all I had to wake me was those cold empty spaces
at the end of the day

The final disaster of the living

 Life is such an emergency for the disabled
Quality is sacrificed for speed on the hospital table
The doctor as expediente as the starved shark
drowning in the obligations we've acquired

I look toward the empty disappointed eyes
wheel chair access in the warm shade of midday
shaded old nostalgia yellowish tinge the stale image
almost a grin but too busy rushing and expecting

back to that solid proud exernal face setting
The dismay sons may bring unsettling
December brought no spring
just another nausea

The many acres of despondency you've all set up here
like a circus tent grey and drab
ill coat myself in it for the winter
that brave austerity

Silence comes on like a
chargrin turtled acid trip
delivering solid discontent to the gut
wheelchair access now blocked

move them like chess
move me with guilt
resentment with ease
flowers every autumn
before the blackness of winter swallows us up

and kills those of age with discretion
and synchronicity times last grain
the final disaster of the living
the journey of the damned

The other side of the hotel

 On the other side of the hotel
My confidence and hopes all suddenly fell
I walked a path noone else would dare take anymore
The prohibited old basement door
Big backpack a shame keeping gravity heaped
shade and I almost invisible no need to creep

Each pink brick a delusion old man mirror won't fade
the side shrubs screaming for the blade
where your wife claire wouldn't lose a second's sleep
The sweat of ambling down there almost steep
mixed with early tea dead dog hair

Noble spiders left old webs
it all dried like an oven and croaked lke a deathbed
each brick to be stepped on as if fed
build another story on the house
bamboo rules you

So much more shade to distribute now fretting
midnight is the gull halved dead in seperate directions over kapiti
And of course the feijoa ripening where the thrush feigns sitting
rotting on the ground like a doom scoff old old boy
keep a lid on the gooseberry

ashamed of poking out like that
seen not heard boy seen not heard
and all of your traditional nonsense
shame and awkwardness followed me down
alone as some mostly are,  humming as ghosts

I'm just north of your courtyard
digesting the world as soil digests you
Help me build this hotel

Ardent farewell

 Lying in the bed he couldn't be bothered
somewhere in the back
badly lit but happy enough
as his hand went up to wave
but the rest of just lied there like that 
completely limp and inconsequencial

The rest of the mansion was lit up 
movement and cheerful people moved about between
the rubber band of daybreak and nightfall
oh couldn't the man just find an inkling of joy or energy
move himself out
the bar on his his hospital stretcher

he'd waited for this moment farewell these gifford remnants
pride almost choking before death had the chance
big jolly congratulations for making the visit
Yet noone came to see him on his deathbed
so his hand went up cause he was thirsty

Doctor spends his day lying
tells him hes made some progress since we last spoke
Oh no this noble professional cannot turn back the clock
Ol grand would perish a few sunsets on from that day

Ante vitam

 brushes the curtain aside presenting herself 
windowless room
Purple fabric smooth and alluring
almost a smile

Existence is a cube
Present moment is this room
Inside the core of some rare building
timeless and unidentified uncivilized

she uses the curtain to conceal her body
and looks out as predator
suddenly blushing and hiding once again
as if the prey

The ancient brick inside the room belches
rhythmically
she begins to dance
very unashamedly

the floor warms
the room becomes a stomach
the curtain covering the extremities
comes alive to taunt the observer

The woman moves in unison with that purple glow
Never giving herself away
Yet such heavy promises emerge from her
That initial smile takes shape

The room pulsates and the brick melts
there are no doors nor windows
No past and no future
The smile rouses you into animation

as if you were a corpse for your entire life until this place
happened to you

A town called impunity

 

The mystery of hell wells up in his eyes
as he watches the keen obedience of the town
hearts hunger justice unfit unsound
illiterate tongues thirst accusation
decades of grief gallows of pain

built by the governor
To measure the multitudes' sorrow
He walks down central street
waistcoat like a bulletproof vest
cling to the cumshaw it'll be best

every bully on the payroll
triggerfingers dive dolphin terse
five percent on coffin wood embursed
another seven from the coroner himself
cling to the status cling to your health

The dead steepen the margin
No clemency, quarter, or pardon

About your day he exclaims cooly
the prison is empty but the graveyard full
echo the traditions of this founding city
The lives of your neighbors hardly matter
cling to the cumshaw, cling to the status

cling to the institution inside the bounds of corruption
listen to the preacher talking of an aspiring world
Crimes of the governor astoundingly unfold
go about your day he says cooly hint of derision
cling to the short bribe to the social position

Out here looking in at you
an infant in the cradle fair
a golden ager in the rocking chair
The same empty charm in your cry
as the governor makes something you love die

Cling to the cumshaw, cling to the status 
for the dead are worthless
serve your purpose walk his crooked line
until your time comes to feed the hellish that dine

Walk out of the store moral suppression
go about your day in shame and discretion

Immortality's stench

I can celebrate you
grand river morning dew
These miles of crops
our people harvest

under the city like nests

My life etched into stone
Not burned cracked and lost
I pray not buried entirely alone
But dug up intact one day
So modern serfdom might venerate

grand initiation sky born seed
The first inkling of supernatural greed
we kick up dust dancing into the night
inviting that divine ambition madly
swallowing the land like ants

I can celebrate you empty serf
on guard everyday thoughtless you await
guarding naiively the figuritive gates
a grain of sand in the sand storm sings
with all of the self assurance of a fledgling

Sure I can celebrate you
Just as I must smite you to breach the walls
and claim your hard work as my own
bronze and fire my tools almost my reason
I'll search the ruins for you momentarily

It all reeks of immortality

Ti -Ersetu la târi

 I sit at the table orange yet brown
hunger should be invited to sit with me
I look at the place mats
wanting to see faces looking back at me

the dining room is so well organized
they left me to eat here in peace
the place mats are so straight
the knife and fork 

I look out of the sliding door
the low blue toned sky above the hedges
and Barbara's house
Not able to greet neither dawn nor dusk

Dinner at six tuesday said
almost summer forever
No time anymore
the table is empty

the movie is paused
yet I move around the room
Inside the collective identity of my old home
a skeleton rebuilt from undrained details

It stays that way for a few thousand years
but I turn and greet the rhodadendron
Through those big edible windows
my grandmother's paintings

like this very place I find myself
still and eternal
A surface I laugh in patterns and colors
motionless like those paintings

looking in at me as much as I do at them
almost a converstation with the paint
with a programmed avatar
The carpet is thick

so if there would be an arguement
The sound would be completely absorbed 
The climbing rose can be seen through the kitchen window
spreading toward the old head pine on the cusp of the hill

It's not a head anymore
sunday morning spoke up
and described it to me in those old infinite blues
The ones I'd hoped the future would be colored with

infinite yearning in the static
If I could only elaborate
In the thick of this umbrella over existence
confined here

Propitiation -Baptism toward death

 Oh God I'm afraid to drown here
I feel humiliated infront of these people
Am I to take on water as they just observe me
God is there not another way to leave the world

Fear stuns my bones
I cannot move father
They will drown me here until my last breath
It will be forced to dissipate with me 

I will be no longer
whatever remains will go to you
Humbly and awkwardly
amaciated infant

I don't want to drown down here lord
with all my transgressions
each one a head and oversharpened teeth
screaming as I scream in these turbulent waters

Is this some sort of evolution of the spirit lord
or humming meaningless suffering that surrounds reality
slowly tapping out as the overwhelming crashing of death
stops my hopeful heart

Will there be a second for a thankyou
even in the matter of struggle and hurt
even as the aftertaste is resentment
the last breath will be gratitude

The bread of authenticity

Indeed learn to undress yourself before the truth
a creature as virtuous as ruinous
to take these robes of falsity off
For better and for worse the flesh I am

The heart twinge from fabricated words
that dress that conversation so beautifully
How you have lied for the better part of your life
shoulders need not the burden of these falsehoods

their future power changing the world
adoring the confuson in the wake of it

these dances and choreographies
to hide our trails through the woods
all the time entertaining ourselves
we lose innocence but never naivety

The heat twinge at all the convincing 
that one must do to validate the neurotic ego
upgrades and shaven pets
learn to strip myself of these before

How they cling 
injured mortally
inflicting injury upon the identity
before they inevitably perish

The higher part of me moving away for vacation
every time I deviated
few of you can eat the truth
Can you not digest it

Layers of yourself tangled up in your flesh
stamp your ticket to the afterlife
greatness in the higher one
so covered in the swings and roundabouts

the amusement park of yearning
stealing consciousness
Lacks and excesses contours of you human
Freeze and the burn

Must we appeal to the rampant ones
learning the hardest way offered
in sacred communion with destruction
forgetting the simple lessons

A piece of your very slumber

 Its time to sleep it said
and we all lay
soon slumber came like the tide
wet and heavy into the quiet tranquility

ambitions wrestle morals
digesting eachother throught the night
uncontrollable laughter
moves the doors to your being

you snore and snooze and abruptly wake
the empty room again reach for that good wisdom
just a swig left
atleast that

shut those eyes it says
and prove the rest of night for sleep
under the surface you sigh
not audibly but with a heart seeking life

the bedouin thirsts water
blood pumps you through life
you thirst complex desires
curdling through these pre morning images

first light shakes you awake 
tentavely clinging to the continuation of sleep

Field of vision

 A piece of my eye sees your streets and faces from way back here
It looks you all up and down 
it spies like kapiti island
it brings inside the images coveted

for they don't exist
They went by unrecognized
Unobserved
lost in the past

where people walked leaving invisible footsteps
that fell soft and hard
Like lost voices from lonely mouths 
In your little attempts at greatness

decorated buildings
emanating intentions and whims 
a creep at status
a creep toward creative

a smile doesn't know itself
why should you
the mood controls your interaction
the stage coach driver

still grinning when your frowning
and sad when you kick it
concrete semi humid from last nights rain
I see you lost standing by the public library

If only you could read people
Like you do that newspaper
that speaks to your age
Oh how youth extends it's farewell

and from a distance he seems recognizable
but as you get close it's another face
Not you father's
those are blessed who came slowly out of darkness

instead of being bathed in the luke warm glows
and thrown into shade
Yet from back here the eyeshot is ample
from this aspect I can see the angles of tomorrow

Worth loving

 You haven't spoken to me in three years
Whose fault is that?
That's yours you didn't respond.
You didn't come back home when Dad died

Yeah I stayed put because I could have lost everything
Ok but noone gives a shit about your life
exactly bro you didn't care that I would have lost it all
No it's just cause you don't care about our family

Sure about that little brother
Simon you don't care about anyone except yourself
So there's nothing I can say to change your mind
You can go fuck yourself Simon have a nice life

Ok Bro I guess you know best, I would be relieved to be as self certain as you
Simon you were always a fuck up
Sure I didn't have the knack of fitting in like you and I sure aint as proud as you
I'm not proud, I'm just right

Does being right serve you when you insist! must people tolerate you.
You don't know what you are talking about
though look at the words still reaching for the higher ground
I resent that

Your resentment is yours alone
So I guess our silence is warranted fuck head
Have faith one day you'll know how to love
you are not worth loving

Obviously I am worth loving, it is after all a love I give yet not expect back

The sky oh lost

 falling forever
gripping the ceiling
slipping I'm slipping
Now Im falling feet first into the sky

lust the demons sing

Over my head
the first ring
the cloudless

Forever falling
I'm screaming
out of breath
gone

soon the stars will satisfy
my curiosity

eastlington dark

 the demons of eastlington
reigning on the badly lit streets of manchester
flying down awkwardly wings almost not sustaining their landing
grinning up at the black sky and hurling objects at houses and stores

citizens run from their houses in shock 
Attempting to leave but under the grip of darkness
they may never the whole night turns into the unsafe realm
and all that can be heard was infernal howling

The end to a quaint family trip

 your mother and father picked out a vacation spot
you all got obsessed with following the weather
plan ahead for the trip of course
handle your bags and things with care

you are on the road for just long enough
to create the kind of curiousity
That makes it all worth it
even if you have to feign amusement as you arrive

Picking out your bed
your place to sleep like a gravestone
Choose that spot under the railing
The rain will clean us

We will sleep on the hill on the concrete
Under the rails
Your mother and your father here on holiday
Aren't you excited

Never to return from that holiday
the death of all is the accepted end
the sunset and soft rain
feign sadness and eat finger food

the long haul has ended
and you all speculate about the worth of the valley
This damp green shadowy cul de sac
put down the tools and prepare for bed

Ask yourself as you pull the blankets up
is this the best way to expire

Caffeine and human herds

 The bay of people between those big block buildings
ever the extroverted herds humming like bees
Ill go refill my coffee
reheat it, its getting cold

Crowds that somehow evolved
the brands and colors and smiles and smirks
we gotta put these conformists straight to work
once occupied the machine can start churning

Ill get my coffee hot
and the whole block will be rebuilt
theyll buy what they can
and get back to their screens

Oh what a gift the modern mess seems to be
all want to belong, I just want to sip my coffee

Gold dust

 They extend like two perfect gold bars humming lust
curling summer bracts calling me
flowers shameless and fruitforming as we witness
contrasting yellow soaking the air with sensual aromas

These smiles and legs belong to the sun
The outrage burns as they all sit in the shade
The skin not fully bared the mouth not properly seen
obscured in part to grease arousal

and arousal lands like a vulture from an extended flight
stomach food
Heart love
The rest hangs in the blance of chemistry and perception

Lakes of boiling desire
Intimacy of sunworshppers
The body accelerates somehow
without a flinch

numbers

 My arms and legs are too big for me
I've been brought up in the drama pool
school washed it off
But i'm still dirty

I take this view of the world
my voice and words have a grevious and volatile tone
That reverberates into all that disagree
the shaking rage keeping me up nights

grasping coffee and pig sipping it down
slurping it until I get the feel
The raise of the brow automatic
the call to start the day

for waking I must life arms that have hungover the bed
I must ponder my eternal monday
numbers in my head making my eyes tire
I must remember to stretch

The old woodland

 Fractured also I feel the weight of the land
I've merged with the roadside scrub and trees
pushing over the powerlines and strangling the posts
just a little fraction of odin

I have grown from a stick
I am a clump of this thick reed
I am the violent thump
Deep unconscious lively pond

light invites awakening
powerful lightening to extinguish one self
to revive me verily
for a moment of bliss wayward to death thrown bck into life

A piece of earth inside me
I am a tremendous explosion with no cause
I've merged with the tall expansive tropcal evergreens
I soak up the heavy rains the excess of humidity

I grow over all of your boundaries
fences and walls and ruins of ages already done
consumed by tight shoots and long leatherly leaves
stealing the sunlight

I the slithering vine reach out
rooting across bark moss and shaded embankments
above the bogs and swamps a stationary serpent
a piece of Odin

webbing it all up
giving shelter to beasts of claw sting an fang
a piece of my eye to see them move and hunt
inside it all season after season infinite infinite infinite

Your untouchable library

 The library moves to a busier suburb
walking on tight brick columns
cars veering out of the way
It sits somewhere convenient to the reader

we are lost several neighborhoods from there
Trying to make our way back to the library
through our own routines
confused theories of how to follow the map

Rivers and roads and busy intersections
high murmur distracting the mind
displacing it
stalling the engine

and we find ourselves once again
miles from the library
that quiet limelight
the sanctuary of it

the peace we crave
as we take flights of steps to find the city again
each one an emotion curling into the next
from laughter to whisper

from whining to giggling
gasps of disbelief
to long sighs of relief
each toll booth telling us to return

giving us false direction
cheerful deception
and new fancy insights into oblivion
Hope the undying organ

still pumping us forward
the refinery within
crude to combustible 
let's find this library

Not at all costs
strange humility requires we pay
even if it distances us from coveted destination

The datepalm city house

 Their date palms were full of huge round dates
The fruit sticky and sugary in the courtyard
Their heavenly house somewhere in the capital 
of heaven

Their house so stately and impressive
Why did the old one avoid it
Only meeting casually outside the house walls
Repetitive jovial anecdotes

People measure themselves by their architecture
the size of their house the make of their car
Some see themselves as thoroughbred
unlistening except for flattering

Never understanding the sweet flavor of the date
The absent dromadery
The blessed wood hidden under thick pastel paint
those three palms on each side of the courtyard

The etiquette hidden inside the pattern
A symmetry that destroys me until I am rebuilt
That never accepted me with heinous and prejudicial rejection
As if an oversized gallon of sweet juice

I could glimpse my older queen matriarch like figure
sharing something of the line if even a morsel
Yet the Older king would not visit this place we dwell
ignoring us and rolling onward far from us

The green car

 green car abandoned infront of the building
life is on those steps up a head
between columns go there
Enter the large glass doors

open door on the green car
you look back half way from the steps
Life has great periods of ascension
The alarm sounds

The car abandoned
the cradle
The older house
the vehicle

God's echo

The thirds, the friends, a nice clean death

 We happened on the enemy
Can we destroy them all
their structures their bodies sending them
to oblivion? dying and appalled

My aim was true
when I threw the grenade

No truce we swore
here we are appeasing 
Like unpaid whores
our salacious teasing

My aim was true
The bomb burst excitement

Here bargaining to make it even
with enemies we see as demons
this process of false respect
If we could just burn it down

Throwing ourselves into a future
where we would fly into fragments

The dogs and bats flee making tracks
with pigeons and rats still clinging to their backs
and smoke like vision sees us waiting for death
infront of long high fences we are pests

if we could just admit by pulling the pin
This is the future we cooked and coveted

embodying the pride we once fussed over
That caged us in and marinated us all over
For the well aimed bullet's art
it's destiny our heart

Sentinal towers

 By now he was earning a greater share
Like many of his type he had collected many valuables
The young man who accompanied him
A happy crisis born for drama and euphoric peaks

A relationship that played out like a war
Naiive and gay bipolar in nature
Never quite fronting up to the
transactional nature

and in the illusion they drank deep
inebriated and self absorbed
desiring nothing more than the sunset on mankind
As from within them a subtle destruction seeded

On days of loss
On day of losing each other
The creative ultimatums
The emotional blackmail

Their perfect private hell
That seemed for lack of a better word... Edible
A slow release poison
Tiring them for their predictable tantrums

That seemed to circle the weeks and months
intensifying and disappating
Both wounding and joyous
painful and numbing

Two such deserving victims
in the chasm of their own unforeseen torment

The abuse

 The place that man has built
a thousand years ago
protruding from the hillside
a disgusting holy ruin

Neglected over centuries
cursed by the region's low ones
The young enter out of curiosity
Only to feel bewitched and ashamed

The wanderer uses it as temporary shelter
absorbing the abstract energy
and carrying it forth for the remainder
Of their solitary passage

To the empty modern ones
It is a place to be avoided
nightmarish and contaminating
Reminding them of dark pasts

Washed up today

 So many of you are new to the world
struggling to see in the daylight
as if eyes were glued shut and thick blindfolds
controlled your life

as if the sea was your womb and you were thrown ashore
In a state of total confusion disorientation
rubbing your eyes in disbelief
wth crowds in the same state next to you

You observe the land not how it really is
but through some colorful fable in dream like state
from far before when you had not emerged
from this figurative crysalis

Stunned at world set infront of you
like a banquet
Unable to create a purpose
Unable to see a deeper meaning

and so you amble
with these peers calling them friends
when all just cradle their own interests and egos
as if armagaeddon had struck

You walk the sands of time
on this unknown beach
Unwilling to know the land
as the only familiar thing to you is the shore

so like the babe on the breast you cling and feed
as if clutching for a mother
the waves her sweet whisper
the sand her delicate hands

The poles inside a you

 It's the very best time of your life
excitement and elation goosebumps on the temples
sunshine forever a warm glow winning smile
a handful of friends wishing you well

Crossroads and dark nights of the heart
torment us into making concessions to our own conscience
replaying a few humilitions pride becomes a stakeholder
Our very own illusions in a colorful box around the brain

Yet the euphoria now takes hold 
everything is dressed in good news optimism
A thick layer of mask over any disparities
in the absence of crisis how the soul delights

The inevitable fall and regret lay in wait
predatory and self aware counting down the hours
for misfortune to land you back on the ground
to test the tonic of the trembling smile

The poles of you drastically suck all energy
from overly wonderful to starve them out doom 

Caricature in flesh

 Ive copied them all to get a sense of self
Not a drop of myself toasting daily health
faceless baseless merry I tell you what i've heard
my gestures are well rehearsed though thoroughly absurd

they've been learnt for survival
The real fell during subsidence
like cliff rock into the sea
bread into the stew mouths of glee

Turn to the mirror briefly
just to get an ounce of relief
I don't recognise anything
A method actor lip synking

so deep into the new role
the old me vanished as a whole
got washed out like a stain through the steam
no matter how unique I really seemed

I think to myself huddled in demand
what a beautiful shell

One hundred owls

 I'm in the tree with a hundred owls
hooting the night out screeching power
fear induced entities crawl surrepticiously 
upon the forest floor

avoiding these hypefocused eyes
that survey all that moves or cries
Up here its any sign of movement
and these ones dive into the blackness

just to surface with prey in mouth
beak wet with blood spelled
something for the hungry chicks sounding 
begging for what vanished from the ground

These owls decide among living and dead
with which phantoms to converse with
close to Royalty yet supernatural nearer
The rodent shakes persecuted in terror

across the leaf littered forest wings tear
lifting the loose matter into the air
like a sea wake behind it
pitch darkness

one hundred owls speak
eye
claw
beak

Discount your anger

 Now they are friends
They used to bomb and burn our homes
Used to mock us to no end
We have been designated for the title of bigger man

To leave and let the past transgressions lie
to be akwardly polite as old offenders pass by
No knife tucked under hungering for fingers to wrap
and present for a chance at miraculous rectification

just bow your head
shrapnel still in the wall
old leaflets half stomped into the mud
still readable denigrating your people

Fire took the clumps of suburbs
instead water they sprayed more bullets
No real exit as they culled us off
Like a common pest

Like the nazi did the jew
the hutu to the tutsi
death by popular demand
we just bow our heads

praying not to be slaughtered
yet the hour has passed and now we are few
vengence occupies the space
where the heart was

The killers have denied their part
photographed themselves in handshake clasp
local blogs and rags show peace has been brokered
At the cost of people who once lived

a famous politician with support from abroad
sets it all up to repeat
As you bow your head
go about your business 

A path to poverty

 on the hill lies the roundabout
I climb the hill in an old car
Winding around the verge
looking for something eyes can't see
no noses smell

I crossed the terrace
where the caves meet
the stream flowing out 
purified people didn't mind getting wet in the cold water

it must have been blessed
and they celebrated letting a limb slide in
My eyes searched the small creek bed for gold
The treasure i sought misplaced in my heart

Absent parent

 Neglect set in after a few years
to be the lost item
somewhere nobody looks
Noone would embrace

The child left in the skip
of a heartbeat
to the phantoms of circumstance

good intention is not a cheese
a toxic mould though
that chokes us broken soul

trying to keep up inside the forest
you leave us in there
now we are gone

forgot our names
forgot our voices
relief from our mistakes

we are the children
the children of abandonment

good intention your furry heart warming box of excuses
leaving them behind like old furniture discarded

cracked mirrors of your very own image
of every angle that shapes how one feels as a mistake
The rejection of that deep love, that responsibility
The blindfold one wears is not a cape of invisibility

a strange machine awaking to a world too disinterested
therefore rusting as tears form highways across the young
and clueless hopeful face

The children thrown out of somewhere
Where none may see
To be abandoned so very betrayed

treated with indifference
the same as a stray
fortitude build them up
to rule the world one day

The unfit afloat

 I am ship wrecked on the angled grey peebled shore
stuck up there so far
the next tides won't pull me back in
hear the low humm of my pain

so I am here clumsy but stately
strangely off angle yet perfectly pointing back
to those sinsterly white english cliffs
stationarily insane

Speaking to the gulls with my sails
telling them of my years at sea what I sought out
some of them just smirk beaky cheek now

Likea smile riding the riptide up a seven foot wave
curling in derision's blasting grace
so my wood dries

I feel the keel deep under these stones
longing to drag it all back into the water
to feel the freedom chaos and aimless passion

of the sea

I feel the tips of the low waves lap
like an invitation I had from a false friend
longing to see me dive headfirst into protruding rocks

that my gore would entertain for enough minutes as 
it would take them to find the new victim
alas such ones drowned now as the sail kicks up

Oh Im grinding back into the froth
My structure sound and tough
exiting the nightmare of the land

to be lost once more on the meer the mar
the ocean that has almost no end

Execute an arsonist

 I saw the farce of a person
the sun swollen in his eyes
fear blended into thick sweat

grass seed hanging in the crusts of his hair
he has trespassed lighter and jerry can
what a beast awaits within me

For I walk the streets
the air speaks to me
fragrance misunderstood unbelieved

This world you look down on
will turn upside down for you

I saw the false christian
out early to burn forests
the back draft carried him inside

to feel the flame for a few seconds
on his soft pink trechery for skin

I saw the new decade the new century
brotherly time leaking mysteries into my current perception

The swamp comforted me
the little water stopped it from being engulfed
I see the weak legs of the laggard

the easy ignorance that you pick up everyday with
as I pick up a blade
For I have no more voice to even shout
i'd rather hear you gurgle

while I bleed you out
for the forest here is sacred
I must commit you to its roots

as I do my humble self to the eternal
the sick may only be cleaned
with their own flame and sharp machinery

The living God surrounds me in nature
he whispers my will
he owns my heart

The very truth he converts to the seasons
blessing and cursing
destroying and creating me a new

thus the tragic death of an arsonist
gratitude to the faith of the eternal life

I am the bomb

 leave your car and take this other one
The highway is clear

my fists hurt from fighting
what a heart God sculpted in me
big and longing to filled

but not so much for joy or love
a heart so polished

Just ambition
Like the fat boy over moscow
Passion hard and terrifying

Melting me
melting the city
molding us into one

oh the urgency for sweet war
a glutten before the smorgasbord

gripping my arms to embrace it all
Gripping my train of thought and my swollen tongue
betraying me subterfuge to fuse to use
a ruse to explode

 to harm to orgasm beyond the subtle limit of my trembling soul

look at my face as I fly over head
just enough oxygen to burn the city alive

Thank that God for the way it built my heart
is it the very same God as yours
the mere interpretation Old force fed scripture

I need the gas so i can keep the party on the road
the rules on the poor
my paws on this load

The soil a slave
the rare shock off your beautiful face
twist to disgust just as we discussed

oh the fire is over us all
the inconvenience of consequence
here to revisit it's will on of all of us readily de ja vu sip

Starting with me then those of true belief
and the next naiive
who helped extinguish it all

this great sculpture that pumps me alive
extinguished silent
empty muscle

Grenade like brain human game

 Neurotic point alone
he was tripping on his own 
overwhelming sense of grandeur
avoiding his own defects the same
like a kid in a racing videogame

Elegant blindness and self distorting
your behaviour quaint and conforting
far off unexpected places chomping at the bit
districts in hell yet to visit

inside the heart one person pushes the other out
a merciless squeeze a seemingly endless argument
people think themselves singular free of torment
never realize themselves the punishments they invent

to serve in heaven or in hell
no strings to hold your soul up well
rubbing off on the walls of existence
such bloody spiritual pillage

A new world merchant

 Oh To be willingly sold away across the sea
to another land as if purposefully I defy
Oh the glint and wink of the interloper's eye
and suddenly the ear hears foreign goodbyes

the tongue becomes shaped to speak
and the customs of a different people
become the closest I keep
threading a new shirt enough clothes

learning a new craft as demanded
to be useful in an unknown land
where the jungle shade and mud that sink
have aromas uncommon and distinct

Where I walk in public a spectacle forever
Grins from mouths who've known severance
briefly grin before carrying on their daily care
The sun pats me on the back twice as hard here

does that mean God loves me more heed
I dearly say it does indeed
and the littered streets and strange optimistic teeth
in smiles that barter the prices sweet

learning a new craft was such a feat
a space in the dinky market to sell wares
Sew gossip and old yarns from thin air
To forget the old world and its false cares

Earned and attained

 Speak of the dragon
the incarnate
oh the burning sacred paper
with which they printed the scripture

they seek forgiveness from a church
God has already sent the burning man
elonquent in hearts and minds
a tempered dragon sparing us

and destroying some with utmost discretion
the endless hope of the masses feeding the fuel
in it's throat it feels wells and bursts
as flint from teeth spark

grin cheers the annihilation
Son I grant thee forgiveness in this dragon fire
the figurative bread you give up as your own form
a piece of Godliness catch a light and carbonize

wash yourself in flame we do appeal
dreams are brought to the forefront of your mind
to be tried on their merit and condemned to darkness or to light
distractions harvesting your patience and virtues

open hands to the dragon and let go
the ever consuming fire leaps upon you like a morbid electric tiger
and teeth gnash constantly to the speeding heartbeat raptured by flame
you the baby the blaze your teet vice hits senses undeniable heat

wash your conscience
confusion deep

from upon the guzzling fizzling embers
is an eternal stomach a metaphor here
yet far under the basement horned beings are razed
reborn and guided as if destruction was earned and attained

Tony plays

 Tony I see you play 
tired eyes and voice carry

the guitar away

Tony ragged hair falls from the brow
something in the cauldron of the heart
gaelic and bruised

Fingers wrap and strum
flick and pinch the strings
so that ears like these we wear

can get a burst

carrying that guitar away

Tony I see you play
tired face haunts hands grip
the hidden beauty of chords

some spell in the lyric order

The eleck trick

 the road was alive with electric ghosts
spinning out of control
hunted down like stray animals
Squeezed into the side table

focusing and compounding
silent prayers
now the object is still
yet brimming with energy

magnetic and vicious
holding up a table cloth
coughing sparks and electric arcs
burning the carpet

feels like an esoteric healing
a soul in a box
transforming the outer layers into human flesh
where the inner layers consume the prior inhabitants

silent prayers and overcharged stares
looking right through the neighborhood
building little boxes for each house
so they might come alive too

countdown for Levant

 He was just a head on the table
chewing food and no body to injest it
what a lucky eater eating forever
satisfied look, asking for the next mouthful

huge panels hung up behind the party goers
exhibiting the hellish battles yet to come to pass
a few years from now

we all gather round the table
to convince the few how we might destroy

and yet survive

The head on the table just keeps eating
when the mouth is finally empty
the mouth is begging for the next mouthful

we all bring bowls of food
for this human head on the table

it's like a hobby

Charge you for the space

 it was a promotion
a blindfold nice
paying far too much
they approach us cheerfully

the facilities are incredible
They had the most attractive girl
offer me the contract
smile and hand offered

Without a shadow or a flutter
the building flexed bulged and muttered
turning to grin at me and invite me in
The structures sound and spacious

these people persuasive and insistant
offering the world
then excluding it in the small print
feigning surprise

the streets are danced upon by denialists
with overpriced clothes and personal stylists
all signed over to the long shadows 
of these boutique box like warehouses

Glued to the market

 Into the market
huge cask boxes full of wares and eats
gloomy corridors and halls strewn with semi interested
hopeful potential customers

the great market
a body spreading out over s district
walled in by fancy giftshops
fond hearts orbit

friends approach the main road
thick with traffic horns and bickering
as the bus leaves some panic
it has it's own lane

the car won't start
wishful thinking becomes abrasive
Handbrake and gear stick goat
heat inside the car sickly sweet

the dip in the road
both the slide down
the climb up
illusions of satisfaction

The stationary traffic
calms nerves as you crack the window
and glance over at the overloaded road
neither you nor those cars are moving

Waikanae that little home

 Waikanae

The child between the horror and hanger
The umu and the peka
The mungatooks and Hemi matenga
Elizabeth is her root

From ill attempts at competition
right betwen the hills of heaven
Trashy pine and eucalypt dance
embedded into the native expanse

summers mild short sweet like half gas on element
Nostalgia on sunday past screams to stay relevant 
not quite loud enough to wake the inhabitants
grandchildren and grandparents peep out

smokey chilly early winter evergreen and moss
spring thaw still rehearsing for stubborn frost
Sun held back by the tall poppy fume exaust
franchise shops and salvation budget cost

sand too light brushes knees till sore
soil so fertile the greenery flaunts
The southerly taunts
encourages a saunter

sunset over kapiti provoking thoughts
each day waves and gale yet such a happy glare
on the beach how has the fisherman fared
in small boroughs well tuned lawnmowers blare

seasonal burst

 Dawn is breaking over the sky
night broken away and awry
The land frozen bare and empty
no longer flooded just devoid
 air is heavy

Inside the weave of the forest brush work
a complex code surreptitiously lurks
activating life from whence none might grow
from the darkest holes with the faintest glows

Kenny's halfway house

 we brought them in off the street
humans often seem sickly sweet
just watch how fast the dessert melt hones
We put in extra beds to put up these vagabonds

they made themelves at home in a split second
before long we were over run by their friends who beckoned
just getting them to leave seemed a professional undertaking
take courage until they are done invading

we made the beds and helped them prepare for sleep
Adult children overlap our own nauseating shortcoming vexations
From an epoch like a throne deflating oncoming generations
aggrandizers broke these little toys

These young with no vocation nor virtue
Who smirk darkly at their own weight in burden
knowingly aware of just how they occupy hinder and trouble
despite affluence these young ignore bricks and hug rubble

doubling down into their subtle self destruction
good cop bad cop parents ashamed reach for blackmail
The abundance didn't heal alas it maimed they flail
spindley youth unchallenged and pale

An incredible measuring stick for one's own patience
an extremely convincing smile camouflaged and fallacious
some bribables or considerable pocket change application
and skill at informal slang laced persuasion

The pariah wakes empty
as he slept dreamless
his face begs attention support
expecting the world offering his void

Muddy water prosperity

 The line was taut
something was on the line
Rushing down the rod was given to me
I pulled it in with all my might

we believed it was a shark
as the fin protruded from the water
I reeled it in as fast as possible
excitement forearms

The sun was trapped in the bay
The fish surfaced yet not a shark
take care when you bring it in
short tailed mackarel

Muddy water fussing with the sun
rolling in the subtle saltwater rapids
tides slowly moving into the clefts in the land
My hands hold up the fish shaking in reverance

Taking the fish off the line
release the fish back into that muddy water

Me and the guys are getting burgers

 walls all covered in writing
a human wants to know themselves
in such a rush they throw meaningless graffiti
onto the walls and simplify the franchise

same homely colored  appettite brick
same shape bench same logo tongue licks
just another take on a popular hamburger
and what's between your bread

as you take your paper bag back home
devouring some mince from a grill
slurping from some oversized sickly refill
Observe the car lot from the windowsill

oozing ketchup interrupts your speech
back you go hunger the hunger underneath
need for inclusion eroding your individuality
Lifes a queue a drive thru mediocracy

pushing open those thick doors
placing the order beside a quick interaction
is your identity here?
you check the room

neutral pulls off cool but its faking
you can't do it, this soup has cooled
noones eating it
they want burgers

energy drinks with bright happy brands
slogans piled up so high the volume
makes you really sit and thickly ponder
on the value for money is there a number

mouthwatering walls describe ingredients
inside the fastfood shop to the jingle tune
Your well decorated kindergarten classroom
doesn't a piece of you fall into the grinder

taken away to be consumed digested and excreted

Clair de lune

 I look up toward her from my place on the hill
she looks at me as if she doesn't even recognize
and thus far this has been the pedigree
never to give away grimace nor glee

Were I not even offspring in the brood
initiative absent my irregular way and mood
greatness latent to me so long after your death
yet here you stand afore me entire afresh

Tiny Tones of blue highlight her face almost unseen
Her laughter silent
And I an infant to witness
all of her privations

As midnight approaches 
I can see her amply
the aura of a god or a queen
glorious on ths hill above me

were I not even part of this brood
so dedicated to all of you
Though I see myself a mere hatchling
lacking the vigor you so long to see in me

No hint of mercy
compassion has left her skin
abandoned her heart
restlessness has dimmed

Authority in her eyes
she has pointed us to the present day
like clumsy lost caravels
ridiculously clinging to the waves

I looked through the concrete
There it stood she stood Clear
her art outshone our perceptions
the cosmic chess player moving reality

Nanny's basement

 In the basement
half filled with water
the figurines of superheroes
surged up like fizz

The Nanny lorded over these waters
and in the darkness she would wail
baby mice crawling up the walls
tickling themselves on the rough brick

she told those old legends
about the child eel that became an adult
growing wildly strong and massive
from feeding off the cattle

Then to avoid the ensuing storm
entered the ugly gash inside the building
to thresh about in the slowly rising waters
That would accumulate and become the nanny itself

The steps to the basement
were litttered with pets food bowls
Above a house full of roosters
bragging until the fire lit

Nanny controlled the whole mess
even the crytpic ghosts that surfaced from the water
ascended the stairs and traumatized the spoilt children
cloning itself and occupying several rooms simultaneously

Rumours and mysteries that the onlooker could not glean
even from looking under the cracked paint on the external walls
the soup forming its own acidic foam in the basement
the eery silence of the entire structure

only to burst into movement and sound as the living things came alive
from the sloppy pond inside the basement

beginnng of 2025 major sao paulo flood

 The Sao Paulo floods 
this year Sao Paulo floods
highways become rivers
people use make shift boats

Love ones separate
hold onto the things you lost
grief creeking it
undercurrents of loss

over the water people try to trade
staying afloat by will alone
almost underwater
up to their throats

Living a disaster
purging surging
bleeding out and carrying all
down torrential blender of a river

The oppressor's cycle

 the big country
hits the small one
invades and bombs
represses destroys

death erupts
collateral damage
accelerates politics
your gone from the world

Speech fires
bombs drop
guns drop
one side the terrorist

the other the tyrant
playing to and fro
until the terrorists have suffered
tyrants have leveraged

one big country
squeezing the smaller one
injustice across bread
gobbled down

peace reigns short term
until tyranny becomes valid
like buried treasure
go and slaughter

Too far forward

 he told me I moved to fast
straight after the first game
I was calling for the next
the high hills the walled my home

each one I would climb
looking to the next 
before finishing the first
ever striving forward

he turned to me
official life face
heartfelt exchange
warned slow down

fresh eyes
the infant smiles
races to crawl
rushes to walk

Send donuts to my ears

 send donuts to my ears
Not a real donut in the state
tenderly send them sacred intimacy
with delicious certainty

send donuts to my ears
the warm sand under us
sugar and cinammon
sun an oven

send donuts to my ears
smoothly over soft air as they dry
straight out of the fryer
to absorb this sweet powder

Build a sensuality
I love song
baked and sugared
send donuts to my ears

Up a rung down a rung

 Pack up those rich parents
their polystyrene packaging cost more than their flesh
Vacate those immaculate beachfront apartments

Leisure exists as our great god of time
fun is all there is the time of your lfe obligation
what did we make all of this money for

Tiny people claim status what a perk
a world based on fairness
The presumptions of high income

the simplicity of arrogance
deafening yourself with laughter
quaint requests for wait staff

many serve the few
purpose epitomy
mistake another customer for an employee

Ol man river

 grooves of grey
straws of grey
supernatural silt
from deep heaving puddles

shooting it all back
into a mind pagelike
clear sacred liquid
light of existance

Ol river passing
a wet rolling serpent
every flavor of upper states
levies raised

meandering toward the gulf

Steven said you'd win

 Steven said all bets are off
their group the cunning local monopoly
a guild that makes punters into property
in an illegal game

like swimming dogs
after a sudden flood
Steven said suddenly
withhold your money

the danger of the bet is most
of your earned money will be lost
to a few in the know pensively
study how to rob you intensively

Not far from the wharf no sea legs
excitement of the unclean and unsober dregs
organized for the climactic raging con
like new fitting clothes before a hunt

Steven said to wait for them to put their money
oh check the odds before you advance
dogs run win by a chance in hell
your small pile of credit will swell

Destino novo

 I traveled he said
all uncertainties met
like a conversation with existence
the sky encourages the newborn
the land obstructs the land scorns

I saw a new world he said
between incredible mountains
steel cotton abundance in fountains
breathe majesty into the discovery

revolution in the hearts
new human start
proof of identity seems to give
permission to dream and live

The soil is rich here he said
unlike the wastes I traveled
where the only thing fertile was the mind in this mound
strange beliefs new perceptions to find how they're found

Travis Of New Orleans

 Lost eyes and no raincoat
wind and rain splotches
assaulting from low cloud
banshee bluster against the face

Wet through taunted and humiliated as he begged
The energy to ignore that people have
hope digging into him yet failing
falling and getting diluted by rain

His voice trails off
Travis a man of thirty
cut down inside
the sparkle died with the inner child

only a mile from the river that stole his heart
The sky mourns Travis
crying upon him
tears hitting him like shrapnel

Hands open and empty
that man had a heart
defending his country
paid in raindrops

Speak in light

 Speak in light
in colors the forest and reef rock grooves
intertwined in all that breathes and all that moves
the miracle flow glowing

bold and overpowering
none want to see
their blindfolds elaborate
No need to be free

speak in light
over the waters 
rejoice in that
In the little moments

that Miracle flow
So rare to man in the great era
the artificial experience
the exclusion of natural life

Decorative stages where clapping audiences
indulge in the illusions of equality
congratulating themselves on being kind enough
 to acknowledge the need

Going back to their lives to practice exclusion
as far as their imagination helps them use it
elaborate blindfolds and beds of ignorance
In a world as shimmering and glorious as this one

There's no space for air love or new life born
as petulant zombies scream get off my lawn
So speak in light even to your hated
Until virulence is satiated

Soulful laughter

 The article of good Old God
we look up with our highest aspirations
our values and good intentions
yet sour and unable to pray

looking up and away from all the messes we are
the injustice that we suffer and those we offer and insist on for others
clouds will part and soulful laughter goes unheard
yet chin up we'll forget the body that holds us to earth

those bodies that angels have not
euphoria in my existence justice in the sky
stealing my breathe but giving me back life
Braggarts die and the humble teach us deep strength

Proof of permission to live the wailing of birds
variety of life all the worship that the heart has to offer
take it all through that direct energy i'd left behind
Before I lived you say pay off spiritual death

Before I lived with blessed womb dawn
and father so close to sunset
what glory you allow me as God descends
to speak to us despite the deceptions

The epiphany in millions
the infinity of God love of God power
force of relief and sculptured soul
Laws unknown by these carried by euphoria

that sweet chunk
slow development
a decade to digest 

Your campaign truck

 Truth bent by some now by most
no back tracking the lier doesn't quit
minds emphatic and lies just fit
like lego for the before stack
and after shot smiles intact

it sent them searching for goodness
In empty beautiful spaces dull brain
the disappointment never woke them
they're still searching in vain

Truth dressed in ugly costumes
sewn together by poor hearts
now you wear it on the streets
grins and smiles brands and patents

merge animal merge fellow
follow multitude follow
Exceptions hidden in misinfo mince
Mind well biased totally convinced

reality a fabric to be folded colored or struck
the posssibilities of the future cut and tucked
memories of the past shredded to fill jackets
for campaign rally showmen's backs

History edited to fit so idealogy annoints
conveniently landing on the sell point
so spend until the account is empty
the truth such a nasty enemy

Palestinian olive branch

 Ricky palestine
your finger cut short
up there in New orleans
israel in your olive trees
bounce God bounce God

You granted us a passage and welcome
just acceptance
so the water and air might know our nature
as we cross into turning point
bayou temple of the gone

outsider to outsider
the vibrating geckos
the moist mornings
submitting to deathly afternoon heat
Ricky quench that

Permission to cross
as Israel slaughters you
how could you ever forgive us
with compassion in the eye
surface of the water too

We fools with so much fear in back packs
drinking in the propaganda
when the water here is pristine
you pray we might let go
greed with it's webs and nests

forming the world's indigestive stomach
The anxious cycles of guilt indignation
die on entry
Blessed forever through simple gesture

Cosmos plug

 Flashes of a beginning
on fire branded in red and black
coming toward stars and planets
lighting them up

life is edible

flashing into new colors
revolving through a strange tunnel
yes existence
blended weave for life

life is credible

flashes over head like lightening
life is born
the universe an unknown womb
you current heads seeking to be thanked

life is chemical

all the pleasures rolling in and out of the flash
shoot me a glance
consider yourself thankful
stars so out of reach

Flashes like lightening of power so potently inspired
vast apetities from the unseen masters

The sixtoed hemingway cat

 The hem cats sixtoed lethargy
spoilt to the point of complete stagnation
plump lazy feline excess of toes and furr and sleep
pampered semisonolent day wasters nap and crave
the pats and the food bowls coming in waves

splayed out on the patios all day
big paws such in a weird way
six toes on a paw too lazy to play
lke seating five at a table of four
only moving for milk poured

down the genetic line
those fat pawed cats
spraying and humping
sixtoes returning
for each hemingway generation
an extra claw on each paw
to steady themselves in the clumsy mansion

The Heming way

 the mango corner way
an abrupt home
a mansion even
with an ear to the street
comfort running down temples

The fountain urinal
cursed artifact
quaint mural
screaming out for meaning

lighthouse looking down
bullying even
late morning hangover
spilling into the humidity

lighthouse the father before dawn
when rum soaken wedges present two left feet
for the dunken walk home
the moon absent or shy

childmind adventurers
huddle close to the tropical retreat
where literature is planted harvested and consumed
as wreckages are salvaged

grandeur found
it seeks us as we bathe in words
opened windows but closed shutters
not to let the light in but to absorb it

Victoria caribe waitress

 Warmly the waitress approaches
stomach is close enough to the heart
to brew some mild strenth fondness
The stomach is a lizard jumping
a hedge stepping iguana

the comfort of old parents
who can sleep walk their routines into
pancake late retirement hold the cream
affectionate adult children maple pecan dream

waking up to the waitress
serving us with an affection
calming us with a sympathetic face
We the sculpted customers inching in late
living up to every breakfast service pet hate

so wayward as we sip the essential coffee fuming
confirmation that we are slightly human

The guide

 He was long in the tooth
losing hair
but the smile as wide as cheeks allow
the bus runs long into the bays and tides

laughing can be heard from the crowd of the guide
His long speeches mystical soup
every day the same rehearsed loop
an ounce of their questions glitter in the bag

after each passing year that eye bags and cheek flab
inevitably begins to sag like prunes
The heart keeps it together though
the voice box too

as the guide opens our eyes
to each mile of the sea's spicy southern stew
between the gulf and atlantic pools
estuaries fill and empty with ocean gruel

HF corn syrup

 Life is short you say
we are all knee high yet so tall and mostly renting
bathing ourselves in the classic music of the seventies
a good liter of nostalgia syrup

behind the pride
switching lingos
us quasi gringos
boutique tourists

life is short
we are knee high afraid to ask
then separated from our husks
concentrated into a fancy glass bottle

Caterpillar

 each segment is phase of life
you wanted deep sensations
existence in high reality
less survival driven strife

crawling along the branch
those many legs clutch tree bark
an eye for where to go
and one for the cunning crow

getting fat before forming the crysalis
bursting out a different creature to be
perhaps forgetting the obesity
and slow ambling of so many legs

caterpillar to sleep
to hibernate
after feasting on leaves
each segment of itself being pulled and pushed wearily

Learning to speak

 smooth
You've become a speaker
a listener
you can flow

float on words
swim in language
talk to the city
survive

boldness
walk forward imperfect
a conversation to hold
comprehension

open eyes
reciprocity
almost rehearsed
choreographed

practicing to kiss
the open air
shape of the mouth
altered

Fen esoterism

 Among the trees standing out of the  green marshland
holding the white egrets
the gleaming power of the sun reflecting from it all
The resident blindly walks past

Unknown secrets and energies that rise and fall like tides
from within the holy swamp
You may never really see
most faith is a narrow bridge
that only knows miracle or calamity
condemn this zone as simple blasphemy

Yet it is God's hand on earth
A divine piece of relief
where a million critters in range
develope into their later stages

The sun 
the river
The valley

(Ignorance of nature is ignorance of God)

Dry madness

 A bit of the cactus
side walk snapped us
the frown is pounced upon
by sudden optimism

Hope like water to distance us from chaos
get that flow to trickle into a heart as a house
drink clean from each heavenly spout
as it might one day run out

something close to thirst
something quite so worse
a bit of that cactus
that needs nothing

on your way for a daily cure
a marvellous adventure
across some sea speed of want
salt water expanse haunts

seeking like oxygen
all around desire fills 
helps us breathe
keeps us afloat

yet under the sea kills
our lungs would fill
our life subside
our body inside

a fish stomach
no rather back track us
to the metaphor cactus
to survive dry madness

 

A minute for a fan

 He glanced back crossing the road
coffee in hand morning has his grin
cars slow and pop windows just to confirm
they are getting a peep at the  man himself

as he approaches the other side
tipping his hat to the local mechanic
a group of pre retirement men turn in shock
could it be? is it really?

greeting with forced charisma
quite a push from the heart to mouth
make it seem genuine an exchange for a life time
before a subject is broached the EV pulls around

a few teenagers who arrived too late bowed heads in frustration
batteries for controversial fighting and exasperation
industrial social medium world domination

Divine expedience

 Tree of life centered in the company's courtyard your soul's stance
Thick trunk mottled and intriguing kidnaps our glance
we cannot pull our eyes away the tree with roots into our hearts
toward the unknown someplace or time the outerlife starts

New life springs out of that bark like childhood
wound inside and outside breathing through the wood
those small leaves and tiny lungs unfurled
fatherless motherless handed to the world

In minutes the bell will ring and the bodies inside cheap uniforms
will be called back into working the conveyor belt norms
Not preoccupied by anything outside dollars and calories
The quaint ultimatum of a bread and butter salary

A rare gift existence a yellow glare from woodsprites
The tree of life bathed in the glee of that good light
we change we shed ourselves our shame and aspirations
adjusting to new climates just familiar trials and tribulations 

The tree of life a fat swollen trunk forming frowns and grins
new life squirms restlessly somewhere from within
until it comes to the surface lost and alive
carried off to be shelved and categorized

in a supermarket factory where the best of you work corridors
explaining to us the surface world gleaned from computer monitors
yet short circuit when we beg you semblence of meaning
survive serve earn and be buried in nostalgic keening

New life cries out searching for something beyond the assembly line
beyond order and programs absent of love or spirit shine

Lapse spice and blood

 In the confusing movement
cinnamon over life is cast
ancient surreal rituals
part of us chained to our past

life a market a pose a dance
chaos and abundance
hope and hunger
exchange is all we are

A dog chases a whim
a human chases a desire
momentary diamonds
shattering or a fading fire

the hearts anticlimax
the years long conditioning
cinnamon over each life lapse
yet constant pumping of blood

The exchange of life
through the organs
mostly the beating heart is
the market's well stoked cart

through veins and tubes and folds
Through ethereal moreishness

with no evidence of a soul
except consciousness

Meadow feel, meadow spring

 the meadow love
morning stroke
light warmth aware
you may see hallowed creatures there

the meadow love
deep in the grass fold
huddled from cold
frost has passed but the day lies open

the meadow lore
hot dry early night raw
refridgerated dawn
the first light thaw

The meadow love
a stones throw from the creek
where the waterbirds speak
tiny valley no soul sees as paradise

The meadow lore
Life a whim not a chore
spreading weed easily
creeping across afternoon underneath

The meadow love
the meadow's warm peace
meadow feast
meadow heat

Bully of the heart

the fuss
the mess
the hinge rusted
the pest

Gutters run along city roads
the grime peels off in loads
in the heavy rain bluster
diluting the crust

The bully recieves the punishment back
Not knowing it was for his own acts
what a fuss in fact
a mess by axe

in those circles like bowl fish
where the most selfish
are firstly rewarded
then gently slaughtered

The rusted hinge
the pest
A bully who had not reversed roles in his mind
An ardent humble victim now in the bind

Selfish tribes form
to feed themselves and fart scorn
lashing out fully fed with elation
Then bearing it under starvation

Messy status quo chaos official rise
Base of civilization compromised
fussy willful ignorance slopped as soup
a vacancy for you in a bully group

sooner or later
group splits as fate
falling into the gutter
getting washed out

like the last layer of grime
Initially rewaded now demoted
and found floating in the slime
resting forever in dry moats

Friendly the sauce

 Simple Parker
whatta fella
could sell me on a lemonade
front of the cul de sac

He swears by apple pie
Is it a religion or a novel appeal
life flows out like slurpy juice
thick routines and slow thought

Parker popped in 
lounge still standing
all greetings need their stage
what a standing ovation

in the form of a semi hard handshake
Parker like a bird landing on the lawn
invited to be a commentator no more than that
still learning the game

life a meal
friendly the sauce

Saint Tony Glo will play for us today

 Saint Tony Glo was there playing his guitar
reading the lines of that brow
doubt casts shadows
like eyes that cast questions
on our lives

saint Tony Glo had shown us the slats of wood
Pattern of a christ well forgotten
holy simplicity our eyes just won't adjust
How can I be clean 
In my life

Saint Tony Glo sings of air hammer
ancient mist and uninterrupted epochs
that are now disturbed by mental leprosy
seeing him sat there the young scroll through
passed the medicine that he is

Not able to get the answer
the fresh clue he sends through voice
and in the slats
longtime pain that all came to nestle on the same days
that attention seekers found God

The Agnostic chime and rhythm shakes us out of slumber
Saint Tony glo has seen the lines of the earth
the lies and betrayal sewn into baskets
of the ungrateful pedestrians
who overwhelm the streets and shops 

unable to assemble an identity
with the nick nacks trinkets and blankets
the aromas and threads
the slang they sling fed
Their attempts at plainess

the chorus warns us perilously
worship what is ferrel not ingrained
yet we reach for strips of entertainment
losing ourselves further from the grand God that laughs from a far
at our attempts to comprehend our existence

Yet Tony Glo my first saint percieves
that these ups and downs colors and shades
times of the day flurry of emotions
compound confusion need to be mined
for those meager grams of meaning 

The empty kitchen in a soul famine

 where will we meet ourselves
traveling to and fro
desperate to get an inkling
sometimes forgetting the vehicle we're in

How will we become whole are we just hosts?
God tickled an egg rocked and said make the most
Spread us across earth like butter on toast
Then sat back to observe the trajectory and consequent roast

A world bent on dividing us up like locusts
sculpting our distractons to be such graceful fusses
more than the objects of our true focuses

These long highways running parallel
to the veins pumping blood fast as hell
the sense of movement in our guts
the lack of directions so abrupt

where will we turn around and meet ourselves
if the neon lights of fake cities draws us in
like zombies from the desert careless and rough
falling apart as we walk over the earth

Will I meet myself I am gone so gone
so far from who I've built myself to be
The smell of the earth the wind and sea
illusions of the self declared free

I reach from within to appeal to myself
in the hollowness my voice echoes like thunder
and the lack of a response causes acid to surge
covering the internal brick walled chamber
inside me

You will never meet yourself
out of touch and aged by your own ignorance
I applaud the slander they send down like lightening
as I ride on out of control not quite striking

The curses of the earthlike entity
the curses of the light sky spirit
Breakfast cereal with cream
wholesome and nutritious

to the rabid empty soul

vibrating through another eon of tangled roads
screaming to know thyself
screaming to have any notion of oneself
and hearing god's laughter

the restaurant was full
it's name was starvation
young people crowded seeking salvation
blazé with guitars and flavored tobacco 

ignorant to the emptiness
the tacky repetitive slogans
they repeat thick and suffocating for the brain
meaningless to the spirit

the neon sign above falls half way down
This is not my restaurant
I do not live here
as I emerge from the kitchen dirty hands

hungry mouths and lonely eyes
all looking up at me from the cozy foyer
Offer comfort or lies if necessary
keep the fire stoked for warmth

with the corpses of the last settled score
roadkill picked up while looking for yourself to no avail
this restaurant isn't mine I shouted in the empty kitchen
echoing through violently absorbed by no ears

Clean pans and woks never cooked in
fresh clothes never to be worn
preserved grain never to be eaten
beliefs never to be lived

The chef stared vacantly into the recipe book
unable to read his own writing
lost to all the popularity and pomp
wafting in from the foyer

The bat kids

 Those bats attack dropping down and curving round in the air
slingshots, throwing rocks you couldn't hit one
Bat drops and catches one in midair
gets married to it and hangs upside down

the kids who hang out near the stables sneering
sometimes use their brooms to hit at the bats
dust and woodchips sprinkle down the bats inches
out of reach

The bats up on those wooden corners well mold resistant
screeching come midnight horse
entertained by the swaying low bulb
releasing in case of a moth

hunger drips upward from the stomach
the creature hears and then dives
those kids emulate them
then forget it 

Keep driving

 Biggmont just south of Ohura a small settlement boutique or quaint are suitable adjectives. The morning had its own overpowering beauty. Huge broad hills green and inviting along the narrow but well maintained highway. My wife and I were driving through when we spotted a petrol station with an old orange colored popsicle sign with a popsicle being held in a hand out the front of what looked to be a gas station connected to a house, on the sign the paper was a little ripped showing a tiny space of blue lining underneath. I gathered it must have been an old and abandoned town, for the fact that kind of popsicle hadn't been sold in decades.
we pulled into the gravel driveway running parallel just to have huge stones kick up and hit the underside of the car chasis at the same time as a slight skid gave off as I braked.
we got out and the morning summer sun was pleasantly warm, a slight wind waving in the huge sorrowful eucalypt's thick long leaves leaning over the road just north of the petrol station.
Noone came out for about 10 minutes, then an old lady appeared as if she had been there the whole time with two very small hairy dogs. She looked up first almost accusatory then a smile burst onto her face as if she knew us. But she didn't know us and New zealanders are friendly but that was the most friendly someone had been with us for about two weeks on our travels.
She spoke to us with an eery wandering in her voice, as if she was searching for something else about us. Inquiring glances.
"How can I help you you young ones?" she asked. we said we had only wanted to stop for some gas and maybe an icecream, this was before my wife became lactose intolerant, giving me the benefit of hogging anything dairy.
She pointed to the edge of the building where I suddenly saw there was a gas pump. I got back in the car and drove it over. As my wife followed the old woman to the opposite end of the building, through a side door obscured by thick flowering wisteria. I finished filling up and she came back with a bag of snacks and an ice cream.
I went around to pay for the gas, pushing the low hanging wisteria away from my head as I entered the shop part of the building. It was a light green color, exactly as the inside color of my parent's first house had been.
it seemed  for a horrible split second I was an infant crawling uncontrollably on the floor, aware of my awkward attempts to move. yet in less than a second I was with it again, my body normal, yet my senses rowdy and intense. The old woman looked at me as I gave her my card her head straightening from a sympathetic side position her wide smile narrowing slightly. 
I paid and told her thank you. She went into the room behind the bench as I headed back to the car.
I was just about to head out of Biggmont's only gas station, when my wife perked up, "Oh I need to use the bathroom." I almost scowled but thought better of it. I turned the car off. You'll probably have to ask the old lady around the side there." She nodded and went around the side, just to see no wisteria vines or flowers, a middle aged woman by a small pond and the same two dogs standing infront of it.
she said what happened to the tree that was here, the woman turned slowly and said "time passes so quickly here, they must have been here a few days ago to cut it down."
Perplexed my wife just went directly for her original question, "where is the bathroom?"
"Around the back" the middle aged woman said. Shocked at seeing the exact eyes as the old lady who had been there minutes before.  She quickly use the bathroom behind the building.
Moving back to the car a little more hurriedly now she burst inside quickly flinging the door open. She spoke nervously "The old woman must have a daughter, there was a middle aged woman by a pond there, except I didn't see the pond there the first time I entered the shop. What a strange place." I agreed with a nod of the head reversing the car to aim it toward the exit.
Looking up at the popsicle sign, no longer was there an ad for a popsicle but a deep blue sky on it with an aeroplane in the foreground. An ad for a local cafe that was built inside a small passenger plane.

I turned back as we pulled out of the small countryside gas station to see that a line of tall scantily foliated pines were in the same place as the eucalypt was. It gave me the shivers.
The first grassy verge rising up on our left side presented two hitchikers sitting legs almost fully extended, dressed in clothes that resembled the 70's, my wife looked at me. I said, "I'll just keep driving then".
She nodded happily, as we both had the incredible sensation those hitchikers would pose some form of overwhelming surprise we might just not have the wits for.

When I find my legs

 when I find my legs
I'll find my wheels
said the young woman
who had gotten such a whiff of life

beside her sports club
where people would yay and boo
and she would see them both the same way
soundboxes rubbing against each other

tickling the ear with cheap slang
forced laughter and calculated bravado
when I find my legs indeed
I'll find my wheels and drive

yet the sports center was a piece of her
even the confused attempts at comeradery
all colors and sounds and ego candy
when I find my legs I might just stay

and not walk out
or find night so I might drive out
Not find somewhere in an assembly line time to kill
trading all for sweet voyerism from the treadmill