up on the purple
autumn weighs
your fault
is your redemption
deep blue broad
winter awaits
looking up
from the south
over sky
helmet of the city
thoughts as clouds
storms anxiety
I hope you find
the sweetness in the defect
for strengths become titles
advertising no more
yet weakness mark
the unseen essence
What we have we carry in our hands he said
we cry all the way back to the Merchants shed
as he leaves port smile reflected in that Aegean sun
You look down at it, the few coins of less value
It's not you you want to bellow
you carry it as if nude
All you have you carry with you
neighbors compare so you do too
feasts and rituals bread and water
mud bricks and inner city quarters
the soiled children look up to survive
soot in their eyes coin scramble dive
learning to be just like you
turbin and gown lifted just enough
to miss the filth trampelled hay and brush
avoid the begger narrative rough
As you pull into the Merchants shop
shame and frustration linger like failed crops
the face stretches to hide and lock it
anger in the eyes few shekels in the pocket
come out made whole beard a nursing
as if a bit of copper turned you into a person
suddenly feeling the sour taste of class
the lie of higher title tickling the crotch
step over the dead homeless shuffler
drunk and smiling an hour before
now it has been transferred
in the shape of a subtle smirk
The universe prodding the conman
each of us with our bag of coins
comparing and complaining
unknowing ourselves
value is tunic and ring
the peasant climbs up through the muck
blinded by the savagery in throughout
blinded by the full phoenician dawn
On the coast gliding down to a tranquil bay
tourism eyelids
you are a voucher
legs of kayaks
suncreen streets
mosquito spray cheeks
A group of lifejacketed excitements
you among them
asking for prices
safety information
to get out on the bay
emulating fun
On the coast
swirling and lost
after the alcohol
euphoria of broken routine
now you know yourself
tomorrow disconnected
lets pretend
it doesn't come
like the common victim
holding onto an address
as a disaster unfolds
destroying the local tourism
I saw you through the lens of my life
The ham of the years
the fat
the bone
Grew to meet some semblance
your eyes willed to see
at times a boat lost at sea
Not much of a dock though
A moving piece of
whatever erupted from the past
pumping out crazy theories
about what this life could be
You saw me through the lens of your life
my rises and falls
you hid laughter and tears
a testament to my hopes
to my fears
The dog came out of the property
Just as I was finshing the grass
the wheel barrow was full
the sun was shining
call it heavenly
yet what is heaven but a desire fulfilled
and if it is fulfilled where is the desire
it is oblivion
For there is no want in heaven
so what is being satisfied?
The one of yourself
extracted like the white from the eggshell
whole in itself
beyond necessity
and here would you be the food for God
are you being consumed
The kitchen for soulfood
all of you
a whole family integral
a quirky life path
saturday morning
sunlit lawns and overzealous dogs
each of us with a walletfull of desire
on pain of death will we lose them
all those pretty wants
those beastly cravings
My wick burning out
almost all of me gone to the fire
I am evapourating
flame on string
heating the candle
that would be the earth
A planet dressed up as such
a few crazy tricks away from a
billboard universe
overheating on a satelite
orbiting the whole mess
indoctrinated with feeble consumpton ethics
these multitudes and their engineered existence
almost blowing out in the solar winds
that kicked several signs off their floating tubes
I struggle to burn on
so far off the lump
oxygen and sutainance
the dizzying short orbit streaks
humming like neon billboards
A consumer in the woodwork
look and diamond edmond
The foetus the foetus
what exactly is the human being
up here showcased like an alien
look look diamond edmond
lost in your hobbies and cheap beliefs
a sugar IV straight into you
and the shaky lost one guiding you into his joke
the foetus of your original self
unknown to the onlookers
repeating the the dark crumbs
from the broken toaster
rabbit diamond edmond
look at the human running
He looks confused and spooked
like you and look
lost in the shows and gimics
that helped us give up on logic
as if it were bad icecream
spewing out carbon dioxide and puns
sit down to nostalger yourself up
beer in hand false legend to tell
exaggerate defend with a half a brain
laughing spluttering out of this old rusty box of tools
that used to fit yet no longer edmond diamond
smile at the gimic half a criminal over your expression
it all came and went in a matter of flood
washed ashore in the shape of human being
clothes and belongings messed into the form
a foetus out of the storm
that seeks the womb in holographic ads
arousing
this cloud is a thousand miles from land
tickling the human stem
whats left of adventure
holds the burning logs
the phases of arousal
balanced on the moments
we open ourselves to ourselves
flesh becomes a calculation
Speeding down the road
streetlights humming arousal
sensation has manifested
early sun of lawn
I am born
the phases of the season
sex in it's energetic cycle
the patterns and heroglyphs of savage sex there
speeding into shorter days
confusing those supremely deceptive emotions
hunger arousal desperation
quiet in the flesh
loud and exposed on the road
until the mind has no more restrictions
a strange internal redlight district
cross addiction jewellry for confidence
seek the milk of desire
arousal on earth
alive once here in all strain
in all spent energy
Ive drifted out toward this island
seamonsters haven't taken my legs yet
or dragged me into the depths
where I would be consumed
I stand on the island
the proud midgit that I am
lightening cracks
the darkest of dark
the desperate pines clinging to the water's edge
my legs have become them
Nightfall has made its presence fully known
the broad calls of suffering phantoms erupts
over the murky water
The night vulture settles on a stick protruding from the pool
seeking itself in the mirror of the surface
No floating carrion
No sense of survival
Just pulsating vanity
I've drifted out here
and questioned myself
what does one become
when the earthly comforts are gone
and the deep cold
and long darknesses
are the only embrace
Here it is the cheek on face
blushed or tan
pale or opaque
a piece of you
you want to have gleaming
the inner candle
somewhere in the locked ventricle
flickering impatiently
searching for instructions
before all the wax melts
The human husk
has nought more to offer
as vibrance leaves
escaping a corpse
funeral flowers and exaggerations
Here it is lips eager to form smiles
wanting that wanton jubilant curled mouth up
routine for the rep and self confidence
cursing the minutes and hours of frowning
That dissuaded you from greatness
I sought the opportunity
piece of gold in the hair
a change in markets
Love in reality
clear path tranquility
dry before winter
A Godlike valley norn
pale sky longing to rain
Covering the sun
like leaves on the verge
heart to be fulfilled
A bridge to opportunity
Uneasy at first
morning quite incomplete
I must tend to this
latest harvest be fruitful
change these external boredoms
bring fulfillment in reality
clarity and tranquility
a piece of gold if you will
The guy wanted to get into the house
with the ketchup inside a cheeseburger
wrapped up and under his arm
Home anxiety knocked him out
Though that reality fell into the folds
Of a time that never happened but could
the anger always brewed and the doorway
well it was a conditional welcome
Home anxiety and dim lights
vacant spaces left unfinished
The pride of the homeowner
the anger that brewed in every doorway
In the dark with nothing more
than the front house lights and inside lights
giving just enough sight to see the man down
He knew the rules and broke them anyway
But it never happened
It happened a thousand times
The neon light of nearby city didn't disturb it
a front step fight in a house so foreign
none of the culprits could ever imagine
they came from a physical time
that never existed
their nostalgic pain and longing
is blood in the vein
shooting to fingers
that crave hugging
no arms or bodies to embrace
your own conditional welcome
shoed them off
what a fictional neighborhood of emotion
In some dimension the past continues
Unhindered by our current reality and its apparent progress
Someones splitting wood in the backyard for the winter
rearranging the yard changing it all as our faces grow old
ghost spaces and purple shelters inside your hometown house
A structure that used to represent your life an extension of yourself
Now unrecognizable to your life strained eyes
You pick your way through
They haven't rented it out in some time
It longs to have you there inside
creating memories at cliche pace
But it's all different now
Mulberry lips
ooh thank you thousand bulbs of sweet
dark reddish into blueblack
There are duckfoot leaves
and rounded serrated leaves
growing out of the pavement like slums
dripping purple liquid over street people faces
caught mulberry guilty
a pauper after a berry
lingering tongues
All seeking those available fruit
waiting for flower to green lump
then to swirl out red to blue
So we might just pull the branch down
to feed ourselves
longing to crush the bulbs
letting them leak out into the galaxy of mouth
the universe of the gut
replenish my loose spirit
transform the ghost of me back to strength
back to solid gums
Hardened teeth
so that I can eat
split that purple
rejuvenate
a mulberry legend
an old silk road story
from out sticky pakistan
to glue like Brazil
The rusted remains of darkness
hovering above dreams at night in an ark
Teasing them about about with smoke and blades
behind windowless curtains manifesting and fading
These necromancers reading silent rites from over and underneath
summon every spiritual scorpion to participate in the feast
Have you learned to reject it all for heaven's sake
send it all back to the god damned hellscape
before your soul is squashed a car crash hound
time winds ceaselessly down
downward stirring and generating darkness
revive yourself before dawn passes
dry throat and distorted vision through
rusted remains of darkness grasp and loom
leaving the mind daylight shivers in your room
teasing the sleep out of you
Have you learned to reject it all
like a vagabond avoiding the game tracks
Of tragic survivor herds under constant attack
darkness yielded and so did light
Get to know yourself in looseness in tight
the belonger high born in light
The imposter the pleb and pawn in dark
the smell of smokey dusk or dew drop dawn hark
People started crowding just to get a ration
In the queue around the new buildings color of ash
a line of families stretching around them
frowns and downward eyes slowly creep forward
beside second line of deperate single young people
society is just as much a hospital
as it is an amusement park
Children need to recieve their ration
The lines were chaotic hungry of poor fashion
Neglected families grin obviously sarcastic pretend
Knowing by the time they get to the end
No food or assistance just frustration
their hunger and their desperation
will be fuel to get them home like whip lashing
Until they return the next day to struggle for a ration
Among yesterdays mess and their own discarded trash
In a world where scarcity drives economy a knife
dividing high social strata from all form lowlife
they'll retire as calamity ensues
streets fill with injured multitudes
mal nutrition and misfortune wolf who'll slay
follow close behind bullet teeth displayed
Another five years on the park bench
a part of the very scenary you grew up in
still present a long that old street
the skin on your arm matching the earth
the day as light as a sheet
wavering and brushing over your head
as you go another eight hours sitting on the roadside
walking stick grandchildren somewhere
soft short moss covers the shadowed wall
covering its view of the morning smile
wrapping its way onto your face old man
life must miss you
the day as light as a sheet
absorbing that strong destructive light
drying your soul on those old streets
distributing you into the ether
I a thousand strokes of wrong
Give eternal thanks
Impetus and dismay
I am neither of you
A rich face comes across the screen
inside your mind
telling you
That you have finally become him
false tidy
overkempt
society sewn
I am not that
the lonely trail has become a weapon
to hunt my own food
impetus and dismay
I am both of you
and know the smell of my disappointment
how it contrasts with the smell of my sweat
part of my brain
Is occupied as if a fctory
many things are produced
yet it stands as a symbol of effort
I confuse my very apperance
how important is it
for me to define the very meaning of it all
the contrasts in themselves ... meaningless
The dread of no prospects
How the face turns pale on it
So tired every sense seems dulled down
every joint weighing us down
The many diseases each one draining
Trying to live off our decline
Like a dark delapidated street
Slowly being abandoned by it's inhabitants
The inability to see tomorrow
Pain and obscurity to a vision once so weet and clear
The brooding knowledge we are becoming a burden to others
You old out there one day Ill be identically you
Those tired eyes
said they want to die
our hands separated
and my father went
These hard times about to manifest
will be as delicious as pie
across the galaxy our eyes may go
what we harvest on earth
may just be as empty
yet let treta pessimists die their slow deaths in silence
for optimism is potentially an opiate
and hedonism has owned us all
in the dawn of this shiny century
it has just been so fun
Opening your hands
not in a gesture of poverty
but in one of freedom and acceptance
For the wonder of the universe could belong to you
as we all belong to shameless pleasure seeking
patience and the virtues of stoicism
are as sexy as hollywood
and just as intangible for the young
for age forces us into reflecting on
and practicing wholesome boredom
