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