Bible dinosaur park

 We waited in line at the bible dinosaur park. The activist stood ten meters from the line.
He announced that the world wasn´t six thousand years old. That men and large reptiles never lived side by side.

One man in a checkered shirt bright orange beard turned to him. -Get out of here or I'll knock you out!
But his wife grabbed him and whispered something, calming him and bringing him back to himself

The young man continued his provocations. -You see by this man's behaviour you are full of violence!
The line of people sighed in resignation. -You believe in the technology created by athiests.

I turned to see the smirk on the young man's face. People were getting tense, disgruntled even.
The security guard was a pudgy forty year old with dark black hair and pale skin that almost reddened in places. he was holding a nightstick, not in an aggressive manner.

One of the men standing closer to the entrance of the bible dinosaur park said. -man aint you gonna hit this guy, he out here causing a ruckus mkay! I don't go nosing around in his beliefs, why he here doin this to us hem?
The security guard looked at the man as if he'd heard it a million times. Then looked away.

The preacher approached the young man and said- Why are you trying to convince these good people of something they don't want to believe.
 -Because you all believe things that don't exist, and I'm here to set you straight.
The preacher pulled out a piece of paper and wrote words on it for the young man.
-Who is wrong, the crowd who believes a few false facts, or a man who dedicates his life to convincing people who will not be convinced otherwise. Failing when there is no chance of success.
Let these people believe in their lies and traditions, accept their stubborness. And maybe one day you will know God. 

-How can you say that preacher, you are a representative for these people? 
-If I am a real preacher I move into the shape of people to share god and do not force people into shapes they do not fit into.

He gave the young man the piece of paper and the you men left the queue and walked off into the distance. The crowd applauded the preacher. The preacher smiled but under the smile was concern.
He looked at me and said. -Forgive those who challenge you.

 

Through night want

 Feel the pull
Day was arousal
afternoon caress
Night is passion

The rest of me 
lies in anticipation
scarcely space in heart
Day breathes out

I inspire it
graceful birds
each hour warble
sunset weens me off heat

Night sings softly
make love
feel the pull
back into cloud

under blanket
chaos of uges
sensitive awareness
Approaching carnal

My hand is the question
Her skin the response
Stimulation kinetic
graceful orgasms

Each hour hard chills
dawn weens me off sex
Infatuation bares down
Make me not prey

Morning thaw it
dry that chaos of urges
Stop pulling me
out of my now

It's not about....

 Those cliche advice videos
telling you it's about...
Then insert catchphrase 
Insert key word

Until the repetition
Rubs your cognitive sense raw
highlighting the hype in memory
Yelling it out

Pseudo style working it's way in
Like a massage of the ego
They say it's not about this
It's about that

The transition from negative to positive
relieves your anxious thirst
You have yourself an answer
In a cloudy misty world

barbecue sauce of ignorance
Drizzle of ambiguity
avoiding the nuance
dumb as you began

To twinkle nicely

 All that seems to matter is what you look like.
With world wanting to see, how could we blame you?
People are taken in by appearances so we transform.
To be a spectacle to be observed.

An inner need many have, just to be adorned.
To be put on display to twinkle and radiate.
Christmas tree stature and form.
Front of shop promotional.

The flood into the heart as
a dozen gather to point and gaze.
How could they blame you?
You unfold like the male peacock.

You feel the pull.
Those that have looked for too long
sparks of their infatuation.
Catching on your dried branches.

Deep ocean of sleep

 We stayed in an old motel with high roof
still too sunny for sleep we tested the bed|
No underlying mattress just layers of blankets
eventually we would sleep

Sleep and forget our surroundings
creak expand and contract with the roof in afternoon heat
Further into willful intoxicating trance
giving ourselves to ultimate stupor

sinking further into warmth
our bodies disconnecting from us
Leaving the slober and trembling behind
transcending each threshold

Like a dinghy through waves of the shallows
The deep anticipating our arrival
Separating currents curving them
 to pull us in an under

Losing our earthbound selves
slowly reduced to simple fish
Lost in the vast recesses 
Inhabited by gargantuan prowling hunters

Frowns grins and dinkiness

 The car broke down just as we entered town
Roads there were narrow and cluttered with old wrecks
How we got this far was some kind of miraccle
was it anger or madness that drove us forward

The welcoming gates of the mountain side village
clunky and rusted signs frumpy frumpy people
A man mixed from jack nicholson and robin williams emerged
He would be the local mechanic looking to take advantage

Smile and eyebrows raised making his intentions clear
Our car couldn't be fixed and would be simply torn apart 
So what we he give us for our scrap metal a smile or a joke
That won't sustain us for long

Long seedy weeds leaned in until we recognized them 
as those frumpy villagers
involving themselves in our private quandry
Jack williams frowned with his noose clutched

Then he flipped his face around becoming...
Robin Nicholson
tension breaking joke
Showing us the error and over seriousness

We kept on laughing 
Until the weeds became ashamed and walked away
The comedy has us roaring straight into the engine
Until it fired up completely

We would get out of here after all as it idled sarcastically.
My disciples hooked Jack williams up to the thick i.v flow
We leached him dry until pale nothings, getting every drop into the tank
Then we blasted up the old wreck again with cloddish guffaws

Comfort, claws, food and wombs

 The overweight woman and the predatory cats
She was joined and cajoled by the panthers
wheedled into menage a trois
The furr silk like in daylight

At first they schemed to devour the woman whole
The woman didn't offer any resistance
Heed cats are competitve animals
killer insincts the short grass of the field ahead nods

The obese woman stroked them first
Then the two panthers started competing
Chasing one another ruthlessly
Then clawing and biting savagely

One killed the other opening him up over the short grass
entrails and blood pouring out with the last dying scowl
The woman clutched her heart as if an audience was watching
A dramatic cry from soprano throat, grief was conceded

The funeral was just a few vultures
modest and cautious encroaching gracefully
The winning panther entered the folds of the woman
Warmed itself and simulated that forgotten womb

The short grass was stained and screamed "Arousal"
Impassioned woman and Predatory cat no feasible way to make love
Knowing how the vultures would scoff
share the news with the rest of the buzzards

So they blended into the trees
and enveloped each other
The obese woman coughing up a furrball

Landed and was immediately consumed by ants

Baki the word

Baki came wrote the world of war
His rhymes and claims
Reflecting the slaughters
The new reign forming

Baki wrote in red ink
The oil of the dead and dying
Truths that pull ropes of war
Chariots and caravans to conquest

To Suleiman's ear
To echo the expansion
War, music, elegance
Words to move death

I came to tell you to relax

 I'm there with you son
next to you
As you live and learn
Speak sometimes I hear
disappointment in your voice

I came down just to join you for a day
I shared those feelings of not being good enough
Those feelings of not matching up
Not being chosen

Noone's prize
A man is supposed to be brave and uncaring
Accepting that he won't be the focus
That he isn't a present but an intruder

Who is tolerated because he can keep it safe
Son you are now that intruder
The world will be suspicious
life and people just exist to test your days

Maybe the times when life was unbearable
enemies and more painfully friends plotted
Noone gave you a chance and many just belittled you
So you could know the pole of negativity the lowest rock bottoms

That you might rise up and claim the most empowering glories now
Through their meaness and wrath they did you a favor
For now you can really feel the total opposite
So you might just rejoice and shine your light

recover and suddenly flourish through these years now
get on top of life, get on the world unstoppable
You heard me say son Life's tough at the top
Life is so good complaining seems misplaced

No amount of debt or bad luck will ruin your life son
Life just keeps on going only the details change
The illusion is that you can lose but there is no losing
Becoming a loser is still a goal for some, but son not you

You win and keep winning, you don't always see the evidence
All the force inside and out joins to make it all happen
Even randomness pitches in now and again
Life is still a blessing all flowers bursting with nectar

cool the heart heat the mind and keep it all smooth as smooth can be
Blue sky kick off in the morning rock the world with optimism
Keeping up that movement with all those good things you got on
Enjoy the everyday rushand calm and predictable rotation

part of the breeze life nad vigor intact
secret reason unexposed unknown
you don't need to know life's mystery
some you'll find out, they will explode

Some will never come to light and that's sweet sweet cup too
One you should drink from acceptingly
Birds on the powerline chirping is their priority
Happy go lucky in the meaningless noise of it all 

Give me that coolness

 Comfort is distant
I ponder reprieve
The day cold but life's hot drama
So lend me your winds

You sky don't owe me anything
But give me that coolness
Let me manifest it as if it were inside my chest
Trick me quick happinesses flat joys

Cheerful bird's call
Give me a little piece of that
So much of this early summer
So much

You give me so much
Almost everything I ask for
I feel blessed
I am grateful

Silhouette of sweat

Sun flirts with slumber.
Sand, fire of anticipation.
she is surrender.
Bare and sprawled,
across the verander

Tide reverses to go after.
Approaching for a better look.
Observing world flatters
But she is recharging,
external no longer matters

A blinding seam where sun and sky met
The salt spray makes stomach growl
Heat confronts sweat
Which wood absorbs through towel
Thirst is urgent debt

Pale skin tans and blends
wave lips advance to kiss
Lifts herself leaving damp so pleasant
The sea cursed the sun with a hiss
Sun bore down, dried up her essence

Stagnelius and Desire

 Begär var tänkt att vara din frälsning.

Desire desire come complete me.
An unreasonable giant poised and mean.
Crossing the land of tiny routine glum.
Bland obligation and contemplation therefrom.

Desire my mind and heart push me beyond.
have me seek have me conquer new dominion.
Desire navigate me toward your sweet oblivion.
Flood me so that i might flood the world.

Smash through my resistance allow the hidden face to assume.
Allow me to drink and taste the scent and temptation.
Desire convince me that you are my unique salvation.
My savage frantic will for enticement.

Melt these glaciers embrace the world entirely in fevered heat.
May I never deny or regret! nay, never avoid or retreat.
Desire come come, do dance do play!
Let me taste the journey as you lead me astray.

The contempt of Daldin

 Faint flicker of a smile
fused into his mouth
"I told you so" shape
comissure treachery

Curled edge of it knowing
As if to kiss my awkward moment
He presents ill views of me
yet no evidence does he give

I watch to see if his tongue forks
His cupids brow works the pilthrim
Casting sarcastic sorcery
In words, my underperformance

He secures his savage snicker
Delivers consensus of negative opinions
His voice climbs an octave
Hands me a document as if gift

I have two weeks
must return company property
Emits a micro-scoff
Throws me a pen playfully

"You are fired"

Spider might river

 The river replete with spiders and ticks
That somehow survived underwater
Those who bathed would be infested
Leaving the river in screams of horror

From the margin noone could guess
That inside the water spawned such nasties
Insane arachnids pervading between rocks
Swarming near the jetty

people looked on disappointed
in their swimming shorts confused
A look on their face of desire
Desire to enter the water

A constant doubtful murmur
equal to the babble and churn of the river
 

Born again on the cat floor

 The cat floor 
a The kitten leaves itself behind
Slowly becoming a cat
At first a tiny creature

It is struggling
In two parts
Inside it's new body
It's old body abandoned

Tiny and fragile
rolling over the thick carpet
An insomniac baby
hunting it's tail

It pines humans
and quick movement
It wants to forget it's carcass
To feel whole in it's new body

Empty valleys

 I sweat here
Eyes give away intention
I'm nude you've seen through
Helped me understand my error

A broken machine
Generating awkward answers
Misguiding all
Hugging false need

You saw it in these guilty eyes
Did you see the beautiful valley in me
That huge abyss that lovely emptiness
Plateu of total emptiness

I swear here is where I get off
Ashamed i'll walk the rest of the way
Trying to prove lies about who I could be
Falseness rises out of my steps

I go nowhere
footprints disappear
Road dust promises nothing
Am I a broken vehicle?

No reprieve and no forgiveness
Just repeated reminders
of what a hollow creature I am
slithering into next month 

Routine and fantasy
But deaf to my Godness
driven by the lack from the past
Just a worthless empty valley

Forgive me 
I have fallen deep into lies
Forgive me
I have fantasized illusions

A broken machine.
This pain hits my face
with a familiar impact
We repeat ourselves

Like a broken machine
But christ can you tell me is this really me?
I beg and err until there is nothing
even the tear has evapourated

Plans for a new corral

 Canadian farm
overcrowded by pine
Summer insects
Long days and optimism

The designs for a stockyard
contain the euphoria
Lines painted on ground
Patient homestead

Sun turns morning over
land glistens
Just a design
To contain you

Cattle for the grill
Another decade of protein

Royal honey and the herd

 I dipped the tiny spoon in
I took out the sticky liquid
Put it on my tongue
taste the sourness

Royal honey they call it
Making common people special
They overspend for this ccol con
Tell themselves it's unique

These tubs of royal honey
validating thousands of triers
aspirants and strivers
Excited to empty wallets

They'll not delve into the science
They'll leap into the next fad
shredding the parachute
as they leave the cliff in droves

He dreamed of death

 He dreamed of death.
Great distances death walked. 
No interpretation!
He would wake, simply remember.

We living cut through reality.
Little razor blades if you will.
Proud to be sharp until we aren't.
Obligated by gerunds working and cooking...

Answering meaningless messages!
Holding feelings back.
Repressing excitement.
Until it all disappears.

Sun shines purgatory part 3

 The shed is plain!
It is yellow and hollow.
Yellow fades more slowly than hope.

Handprints on old cracked concrete.
To signify ghosts live inside.
My brave father indeed.

The railway runs on through.
Beside not toward nor away.
T'is neither fate nor afterlife, it just is.

They stand where men stood.
Ghosts of men occupy, lost identities.
Quite stationary yet obsessed with direction.

Still as if to ponder but no thought emits.
Just snail pace withheld emotion.
Banked energy unspent in living.

Sun Shines Purgatory part 2.

 The Railway iself led nowhere.
But the yellow shed was adjacent to a small town.
Always movement there, illusions of that old earth.

Grandad sat down with his son Phillip
The crates didn't creak.
Smiles were intended but didn't form.

They began counting nothing together.
Sharing that same space for long warm eternities.
The peeling paint whispered rumours of life.

The eyes of my dream were welcome to visit.
But not allowed to stay.

Sun shines purgatory part 1.

 The shed was originally painted yellow.
There it sat next to rusted train tracks.
The color of pollen now.

People stood inside.
People once alive and obsessed with movement.
Now they stand like mannequins.

Avoiding eyecontact.
Begging their ears to simulate the sound of a train.
But no boards tremble, no horns hoot.

He did not look at me.
He didn't look at his own father either.
Was I to join them too, the clumsy faithless.

Roasting the empty fanatic

Extract the irritation from my heart
The anguish the instinct to correct others
Dip me in the lost tranquility of these bathers
Of these cool uncarers who go astray naturally

Who flow out and drown predictably
No caution no swim leesons for the pool
Sinking and choking under the luke warm
So ironically and easily floating

Empty and bloated on the surface
Their spirit well gone
All they can do is purchase 
The algae and dead insects

How I admire the leviathans deep down
The ones in my heart wanting to chew you apart
Extract your lifesource
Pushing me onward

Leaving you dead and fleshless
So I can shamlessly make it to the next stage
My anxious shoulders electric and merciless
my derision gathered for digestion only

Those of you complaining but comfortably complacent

I want to set the feast with your flab and pudge
Slow roasted you across the grill you are celebration
Marinated in the false pride of your soccer shirt

You can't feel it burn
because all you are is noise and impulse

Pure Doggerel- i'm not your fan

 I can´t be your fan
I have my own dedicated haters
my own scribbles reaching for fate
May I be promoted or banned
On my own growing demand
I can't be your fan

I don't fit in your audience
You'll bear my absence
We all choose our offence
on your opening night
I can't be tilting the lights
On traffic jammed stage
Not part of your plight
Not interested in your page

Encouragement from me
Certainly solid sincerity
But I don't need your image
Your approval and badges
Why do you need me to rate it
I have my own craft and trait

I build these things in me
Since never did I plea or demand
I'm no one else's fan I'm my own brand
So go be big in soul, be big in japan
I invent words, with own pen do I ponder
prefer my err and my own ugly blunder

Over another's replicated thunder
I'll never be the admirer downunder
A drop of my own golden glory
Powers the hunger in my spirit core
fuels me a decade forward
Its my gut, brain creative reward
never expecting, given up hoping
Sweat and mastery my only trophy

Outsiders snide my failures
leak out before me when I nail it
Focus on your own game
Lest world find your lameness
You are your own jailers
Tough exteriors inside all frail

I can't sign up to your group
I have my own universe to expand
You've got a cliche to polish
All routine borish and bland
I've irregular rhymes a million stanzas to kill!
A thousand springs of messy minstrelsy to fill
You see my errors not my unbreakable Doggerel

The bell and the fluss

 Go there I go yeah
Right dear raise me yeah
Give me power power power
Raise me up right yeah

Go bragging rare
Right dry eyes yeah
No weeping just sleep
Row in Rein till I be the waker

Treat me in rows
As crops are planted in rain
Coarse bells ring, hin are rays
Aye! oh we out, aye oh- Sun

Humm leagues Unstale untimid
Your fat until the knife cuts hin ein
Why why! Oh stand by the Rein
Ask and hear what scandals did

Fire extracted and maimed 
Lost, foster the knock on well door
Reasons oh the globe knows
Held it's smoke I held it's gold

I won the rights to linger
Following course of the river
Directly into geheimnis(secret)
The ringing erlebnis(experience)

Pancakes and the fork

 Sitting there pancakes untouched
watch out the fork heads towards violation
each tine a will a desire without restraint
That fluff of cream wobbling on top

These pancakes are thick as lips
Teeth would welcome batter
brownish yellow calling hunger
Tiny pores flawless smooth surface

Pulling and pooling saliva
Appetizing soft stomach space

look at them just sitting there untouched
Morning light warming them still
Before fork will stab into them
ruining them forever

My personal exosphere

 I am tipped on my head and pointed toward the center of the sky above
I will fall feet first like unwanted pet in sack over bridge down into some deep creek
The sky the centre of it all will recieve me, my shame, my disorientation
Out into the higher layers of the atmosphere where my flesh will burn off

Before I burn up I look down on the earth through each different layer of the sky
Bathing in the cloud as I am thrown further and further from what I know
Into water the highest rainclouds bully me their drops pouring into my nose
I try to reconnect with the angels but they see me upside down

So they laugh hysterically at my terror and vertigo
flying almost close enough for a highfive
just smirking and winking too smug to be angelic
I try to comfort myself in teh violent updraughts

The high pressure hitting me
Out of some miracle I am turned around and forced to fall
Down toward earth at terminal velocity then slightly rise
The G force stronger than a jet

Feeling the force of the pressure and friction hug my muscle
More certainly than a desperate mother shaking me
The force itself now adopting me teaching me shaping me
slowly back down I come to be with solids rahter than the gases

shaking hands with gravity once more
The rhythms and patterns of chaos teach me little
Beyond their existence and sway over destiny
Unpredictability rocking and rolling up there

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On earth as it is in heaven

 The red glare comes from behind the chamber
Statues and columns boast opulance
also an eternal stillness a heaviness
a source of incredible energy

The heavenly are agile performers
The hellish lockstep merging from darkness
They surround me with their stories
with their signs and their versions

Hell makes anguish favorable
heaven makes peace seem bliss
Demonic red veils tortured on volcanic winds and lightening
Etheral bright whites to the cliche pursuit of healing and wholeness

In hell broken apart and reformed infinitely
Over and over slowly becoming something you never were
In heaven in the bossom in the comfort of the omnipotent
You are the deserver faith replaces reason

Your humility your curse the forever unwary child
Heaven sinking you into pools of your own automatic glory
Born again a million times into the blessing and goodness
The static perfection runs through you shining through 

Those cast to hell struggle against impossible odds
devoured again in their useless attempts
Climbing and falling in vicious hierarchies
eternal fights in an architecture of doom

Sucking in and exhaling of it's own evil
Looping into the pain and trauma of the past
compounding and haunting the soul mind
The ever enduring quagmire 

The purple sofa

 Thinking ourselves invincible we entered the smartshop. Laughing joking and mocking. The shop was big inside, just a bit bigger than a modern convenience store. But most of the products were on the walls. Dozens of incredible drugs. All the variations of ecstacy. High grade cannabis, crystal meth and everything else you could possible imagine. The amazing thing wasn't the existance of everything but the fact every drug could be found in different variations and strengths.
We the five homeless speculated about what we could buy with the money we'd recieved or stolen.
Everyone of us wanted something different, and everything was expensive.
The biggest bang for our buck would have been the crystal. It was a generous helping and the material itself looked beautiful, we couldn't wait to melt it down through the pipe and change into a more gleeful state. I felt the mood change among us. I knew that feeling, trouble was brewing.
What I understood was we couldn't decide on what to get. So the two more restless members of our group would create a distraction, that was the signal for us to grab as much as we could from the walls and get the hell out. The thing was, the people who owned the establishment had let us in knowing who we were, they were not normal people. They were Trevos. A small town gang family.
And this their underground shop was usually only accesible to bikers and gamblers.

Chaos broke out as the two desperados started fighting and pushing over shelves. Screaming and shoving.
We grabbed what we could and ran for the door. The fat bodyguard looking man at the back of the room didn't flinch as if it was all meant to happen. 
We pushed the bar down but the door didn't budge as the impact of the others running into our backs hit us and toppled us to the floor.
We were taken further into the establishment. The further we went in the more we got the feeling this would be the end. We sat down on short old plastic chairs that were the perfect size for children but looked oddly formal. We were told to write our names. Those of us who were illiterate were directed out first.
The woman who was supervising us had a commanding glare. We could see in her eyes that if we tried anything there was an ugly surprise waiting. But the fact we were writing our names down on a piece of paper that actually looked like a contract, gave us hope. maybe we would be spared and put to work or some such thing. 
We were manhandled by two fat security guards to a room with high windows just bright enough to see the paper we had written our names on. One of our group screamed to other -lets run!
I knew straight away it wasn't going to be pretty. But just how it would end noone could predict.
It was so bizarre, yet so blunt and so meant to be.
The man we called Joe ran toward what looked to be exit doors, but it was just wallpaper.
His arm and body traversed the wallpaper looking both comic and brisk.
His arm smashed through some sort of huge crate. Thinking it was some possible way out he opened the crate. He had reached up and caught something in his hand. He certainly looked awkward almost trapped. The security guards just looked on their faces expressionless.
I cursed under my breath, they had seen this before. The wooden and chipboard shards came down exposing a purple sofa inside the crate. The man's arm was trapped there.
His face changed from hopeful to shock as the purple sofa chomped down on his arm.
Eating through it. but at the same time sucking him in and upward.
Behind the wall was a million such predatory purple sofas. Each one hungry.
But why did they get us to print our names. Is this hell?

Gleaning the welcome

 The five of us found ourselves homeless
Alleys and main streets clear and clean
Staring us in the face, direct and mean
Making us ashamed of our own dishelved states

We tried to make ourselves comfortable in the local park
But the trees were sparse and the grass itself cut short
Passersby could see us and looked on in disfavor
our unmatching clothes unpredictable behaviour

Life was free but we felt exposed and observed
Lack was a bully, the last cigarette was a furious fist fight
Last swallow of rum even more violent especially at night
But we wept together we stunk together

We cultivated pity from the gullible for donations
Partook in theft and misdeed knowing how unsavory
And we'd flee together when locals rose up outraged
But the city became cleaner and our filth more obvious

Even when he sheds

 I love my dog
Even his shedding hair
"Ive got the ball now" swagger
galloping spring victorious

His blunt eyes shine
tell me everything i need to know
His awareness his overpowering bark
His tiny frame taking on big trucks

I love him when he's trouble
when he's sick and vulnerable
when he ignores his food
or just downright rude

when he chugs feed down
into his small frame
piercing questioning eyes
his tease and gruff

His mess and flare
every little trick he dares

Margaret Unmoored

Unmoored
 
Up and down the county
create those new lives for yourself girl
Each one a colorful dramatic twirl
Choreographies you did in highschool

rehearsing to be the girl too cool
Your parents pulled you out
Before you could become the star
Some still wonder where you are

Your tongue tells the story
sometimes battling the lips
Until the sticky details emerge
like a wet passionate kiss

In and out of hostels and friendships
fresh people intense conflicts
Convince others of your hardship
Insisting on a cruel world

Convincing the  other lost souls
pushing your tall stories
Until they wedge consensus
validated no time for curing

Now to the next town feelings ignore them
In that old car you drive around in
Stale apolstry the sense of boredom
Take away meals dull mainstreet lamps

These small town motels vicious monsters for the fiercely lonely

Oomf in the chi

 Wanted extra spice
that which is forbidden
Tight needs so well hidden
wrapped up in a small packet

A secret hobby
a little oomf in that chi
A little shroom in the tea
A boom in the missile

Spring in the prance
a sense life is just chance
prohibited and lead astray
Small desire reason gives way

Smooth your consonants

 Letters don´t form a word I just sigh
Syllables never met my lips
But the sight of you tickles the eye
the sound and rhythm of it I ken not

I haven't pronounced it
Not knowing feels deep
Will it match her image
infecting sleep

A piece that identity
Her name I haven't uncovered
So unwilling to discover
How it would feel saying it

 To enunciate your vowels
smooth your consonants like milk
Like a closed letter, paper as silk
waiting on a bench as if denied

offended being looked at, you hide
offended at not being opened
It's probably written on the underside
summing you up boldly

your fingers once folded
your tongue passed by
your name is unknown to me
Omission, too true to be a lie

The Highland Strack

 Night time
fresh foliage
dew and mist
something stirs between the mountains

Tree tops move
something creeps
dragging a big body
grinding bark kicking up leaf litter

Branches swish
rustling then it bursts
out upon the highway
The oncoming car veers crashes gone

It head the size of a car
It's body a small bus
It wanders on toward the next village
There it will destroy everything 

Because it is the strack
The lost mammal coming back to life
The peril of the gargantuan hairy clawed beast
Moving through mountains perpetrating violent doom

Into chaotic ponds

Chaotic Ponds 

I the Maniac
 I am real feral 
Failed edges of reality
I the humble it all crumbles

Way off into chaos and directionless
Watch me sprout whole like a mythical tadpole
Seeking shelter as fiends advance among aquatic plants
Big enough now to crawl out from behind the veil to eat them all

The culprit of the world game

 I attempt to open my mouth
I want to write about it
It is so null and void
hyper redundant

This big lovely game of pretend
The world is based on
sparkle for me
shut the truth out

I wanted to go into the complexity
the ridiculous details of the past
What a pretty basket we share
Many painted rocks

I attempted to defend myself
I am the culprit
screaming I'm the scapegoat
hyper redundant so null and void

This big game we all play
I lost and refused to concede defeat
Just a tuft from a wig
a halfway man

An accidental comedian
A tragic cringe moment
That endures a decade
in every vein and muscle

Invisible and full of illusion

 I walk across
I don't want to be seen
My eyes down make me invisible
steel and clumsy movement

The heaviness
this heart must carry
across the floor imagine I'm not there
metaphor brocolli or spinach

Why seek still
lust smashes me
empties me
wrything I'm wounded

Every wound an organ reopening
ritual sabotage
not enough time to forgive myself
before thoughts sting

Venemous hornet 
into the mind and heart
excitement and shock
illusions stack over my person

why seek me yet
I don't want to be seen
I want to fade into the weight of the world
Not the one you push or pull

the one that puts out the fires
of ruinous infatuation

Man to care valley

 We replanted our hopes in a hollow well hidden
Soil rich fertile so dark and worm ridden
It yields long lengths of prosperity
wealth we could obtain in parity

Infact wealth we could find on our roadsides forraging
The slow mystery of an unraveling story with no origin
Big gardens blooming outward with vibrant health
Their hands mingling with the wealth

We fertilized our hopes near their roots
Those hopes budded with vigourous shoots
Aimed sunward optimistic sticky early summer
Each season a cord that our dirty hands strum

For all the bare ditches we tilled hungry and vexed
where the soil was hard, pale and lifeless
Now we had sweet valleys to plant and turn
which would nourish us in return

civil rail

 On the train headed up toward central city
civilization encourages us
The blare and constant click on rails
the map of the line on the wall we speculate

Trees through decades of pruning
lawns weekly cut
we will arrive on the hour
The station comforting

everything is as it should be
the puzzle was finished
each suburb fits one another
The perfection of locomotion

Passengers raised moods
the fine expensive cushioned seating
Expansive windows only dimming in summer
As deciduous trees cut off the sun

Salamander heat walker

 Heat walker

Salamander walks with the flow of traffic
The draught of the wind
The rhythm of the city
Fires in the gutters and windowsills

Moving through sly and wry
Slipping in unnoticed
Conning time and space 
Rhythm of the city

Grinds the road up
Steel groans as it slides round
Through the expectations
Right through surprise

Salamander cooks downtown
Tail flicking and turning the burning flesh
A natural glow a stormburst inferno
Deep lushious concrete waiting to blister

It surfaces demanding dusk´s boiling sky
Moving slick and searing
slugging up the building side
wily flaming fireborn

Kicking over road barriers
scorching up the public vein
Gliding across this flammable city
Salamander heats town until melt down

Fresh electricity

 Don't destroy yourself to feel alive
Don't be dramatic 
Don't let them convince 
Don't share the brief bliss

Leave it out
Move on it exclaims
Leave it behind the mind booms
But the feeling flows

Fresh electricity pouring into you
Bringing visions that burn infatuation
Thought yourself a giant and looking up a dwarf
Thought you were a champion but cup was given over

Don't destroy what you've built
Don't be dramatic it says
Whispers into shouts these supernatural reprimands
Ears and mind overblown with it

Their irony and derision is just paint
It is not the structure
Let them declare and bling their way in
Let them vulgar it out

Don't destroy the greatness you see
The magnetic power that resonates
Move on 
Forget it psyche screams

Claim this new energy
Shape it how you would

Trust your driver

The van was idling like a breathless dog. Accelerating over the thick grass, concern hadn't entered our minds. For the driver seemed to be in complete control. We had been on such a long journey why would he do anything unpredictable now. The driver, my short friend the repairman, and I the conjuror. i looked ahead through the windshield, it seemed he was lining the van up with something protruding from the long grass in the distance. The driver gave it all the gas he could, before we could fret he hit a short tree stump not a foot high. Flipped the vehicle and sent us into into the lake margin.
Suddenly we were half submerged.

No heed was given before this crash. It was absolutely obvious that we would somersault into the lake. But the older man drove straight into the stump tempting fate.
No evidence of any restraint or panic in his legs or wrists. So he never stepped on the brakes, we went directly into the stump standing half a meter out of the ground.
In the split second we were airborne I drew in the euphoria.
The landing was abrupt aching and the stench was a reprimand. We all knew from within the dark waters there was predatory amphibian. Incredible, a stealthy champion! Yet out of view and only known in legend.

The water flowing bad bad  algae like juice over taking our instincts and overflowing into our addrenaline. slowly sinking into the mud of the lake's bank. We struggled with the side doors. But the driver just laughed hysterically at the height of our terror.
Amusement exuding from his big face cheeks red and satisfied as if this was the whole motive for crashing us into this lake. He didn't try to escape he just kept laughing. The more we struggled with the doors the more they jammed as the water level kept rising.

The driver simply wound down his manual crank and dived into the oncoming water through the gap. We copied him and shivering and struggling in the water we got to the muddy banks. Knowing the whole time something gargantuan was observing us from underneath. 
We slipped on the mud several times falling back into the shallows, fear and humiliation shooting up into the blood on each fail. And hooting laughter coming from the driver.
Bubbles sprang up from the middle of the pond and we sprinted up the mud slipping and cursing until we reached firm grass. the driver was already there smoking a cigarette and watching us fail completely.
We turned back to look out at the water, something the size of a big hippo was observing us from just under the surface. It was completely obvious. I pointed it out. The driver formed a slight sneer.
He said it was just pike.

The van just sank making a horrible farting sound the window hatches we escaped out of sinking deeper into the soft mud. Then the roof. Then it was gone. the driver smirked.
Smoke poured off his cigarette as if his cigarette was more packed with tobacco, fuller than another packet. He just so happened...
As the addrenaline died out, we set out on our next adventure toward a mining village, the next town, many miles away.
We didn't bother complaining to the driver.
Who carelessly shook his limbs as he walked.

Axolotl Oztotl

 Into the small lake that knows
hugged by petrified willows
Out of tangling algae, long aquatic weeds
Unnatural current surges a supernatural breeze

The gigantic Salamander rises up
Incredibly large intimidating creature
Continents across it's body blaze
Landscapes in yellows blacks and greys 

Nimbleness and strength in it's limbs
It emerges lifting the water as it swims
fierce and wrything almost perverse
settling comfortably on the surface

The frightful grin is accidental
serpents and newts approach with envy
It lulls them into a clumsy dreaming
Double skates approach psychic pull

Dark waters well
Sinister depth
A soup that feeds on itself
The salamander's lair

The stickiness

 The clouds ran out on us
Blue sky back
Sun pounding immediately
Merciless

The early morning storm
Screaming itself hoarse
Big puddles where it crossed land
All silent and sheltered these humans

Now they emerge as if they were never threatened
Humidity slapping faces making them red
they go bouncing and sweating into town
wet patches forming under arms between legs

Heat becomes aggressive itchy and invasive
people seek tree shade and awnings
but the roads and sidewalks feed heatwaves
and overwhelming sizzling breezes

Then they blame each otehr for not having taken showers
for inthe blink of an eye all of them are really smelly

Blessed by the cat

 I held the animal up
spring was full aggressive
people had taken to leisurely afternoons
picnics at those rustic outdoor tables

They clapped and cheered 
As I showed the animal around
It was just yellowish ginger cat
Yet the people loved it

From under shade of evergreens
As the hardwoods still had holes in their canopies
More familes were arriving and dews were drying up
I held up the cat toward the newcomers they beamed

The cat's back legs and front legs extended from lack of support
It's green eyes completely neutral
No sign of struggle just a strange indifference on the cat
This the crowds appreciated even more

Each table impatient to have the cat held up to them
Their halos and auras and expensive summer clothes
inviting and comemorating the strange random event
Each family something whole and vigorous

They squander our treasure

 I walked among tall men
feeling short and inadequate
Yet feeling comfort in my shortness
For the burden went to the biggest

The smallest ignored
Merely using their shadows to escape sun
Or the form of them a wall against weather
humble simple and contented with small

But I was suddenly commanded to walk against them
Weak and unstrategied, fearful and wanting, losing
They baited and intimidated who was I to affront them
My answer came in being thrown to the ground

To feeling their knuckles on my brow
coughing up and stinging from within and without
For they no longer guard our treasure
They squander it all

And on their weary path they pollute and corrupt 
every following generation

The rains will raise the river

 Our lodging is not fifty meters from the river
It keeps raining, I sleep not, taking pains
I rummage for tools as water nears the front door
I will dig a trench I say but the water will not flow away

I will dig you hear but the water will not disappear
I see it now in fright in the dim light clay stained soup like
puddling an inch or more from the glass sliding door
The river is loud no doubt swelling soon to flood us out

I look over at you sleeping as if the world will keep keeping
Wake! Realize! The banks will be burst as sure as the sun will rise
We will be inundated, fated to drown, evacuating to late
Make haste, take suitcases, for this place will be laid to waste

Action is survival
death complacency

One's divine vanity

So busy showing off
One may not see one's own vanity
so busy comparing
Multitudes on the bottom rung
Overlooked badly faring

Vanity soaked in new colors
One hopes will represent the official
That will have honour and place
One's own recognition initially
A shield against conceivable disgrace

That one's own ritual be ordained by trinkets
Of one's own crowd pleasing creation
Enchanted wine blessed chalice drink it
Robes and ritual simulate elation
Sculpt God's own eye and wink it

So busy inside a unique comparison
each lense an aspect of life
Vanity is a forced smile prison
A career, children, husband, wife
Measure up, consensus so implicit

Where are you going with this?

 Sometimes it's poverty
destitute cut off from the sources
Abundance once conjured now a dry creek bed
stained mud yellow

You plan yourself, who you are going to be
weak at the knees, arms drooping
attempting to retrieve that vital energy
Where is that inspiration, creativity that kick that super hot fuel?

Is it just cheap external recognition
is that all it boils down to
Where are you carrying yourself to
What kind of being are you?

Are you a trier an attempter
How's the water, hows the weather
What's it like being just a trier among all of this
just a mission planner and failer ensconced?

where can you go with your ideas
can you desperately achieve something
Are you panicking right now
Can you create another world to run to?

Move people with words
Is this all just a game
Is that how you've framed it
Just an illusion, just an excursion...

Just one big fat nice try!
One nice big patt on the back
By those who've acquired it all already
"You did a good job, but better luck next time."

struggling through like a giraffe
Two minutes after being born
No one to guide you out on the savannah
just afterbirth slippery on the hooves

The unprotected skull

 On a hard rocky earth
God has given these creatures soft skulls
under Hail and meteors
So vulnerable

Our congnitive senses
Focused inside our heads
Such a violent world
Couldn't we be made like steel

accidents and aggression
storms and earthquakes
A poweful sun shining down
Our soft vulnerable heads exposed

We are lifelong babies 
searching for safespaces
when there are none
trying to avoid brain damage

putting on protection and helmets
Building nukes and shelters
singing nursery rhymes 
telling comforting white lies

In small letters

It was a huge warehouse market that connected to a subterranean chamber. Hundreds of stalls selling food drinks and coffee.
I walked to the coffee stall counter with my son. We ordered a coffee and a hot chocolate, except the teenage girl taking our order didn't speak english. Neither my son nor I could find hot chocolate on the menu. We found coffee on the menu. She understood when we said coffee and pointed to it on the menu to confirm for us.
 We could see over the bench what looked to be ingredients for a hot chocolate. But we didn't know the translation for it.
So I just asked her for two coffees. I took my son's hand and we searched among the packaged products infront of the stall for hot chocolate. A line of impatient people was quickly forming.
There were several packaged products in five hundred gram bags that looked like hot chocolate, but I couldn't read the writing and neither could my son.
An older woman from the line was looking over, before she abruptly turned away I saw a glint as if she knew both what we were looking for and how to speak the local language.
The two men working with the girl, one her father, one her uncle were laughing. They understood less english than the girl, but they understood the situation we were in, finding us the most amusing thing that day no doubt. I looked at the two of them, big men far too big to be making coffee in a small stall. Thick stubble that probably formed two minutes after their shave.
One of the men, the girl's dad I assumed, walked over to us and handed us our coffees. I said thank you and the man nodded as if he understood. The coffee smelled incredible and I could see two very clean stools and a bench, a few meters away.
Then I heard an excited "ha" from my son who was still scanning through the hundreds of packaged products on waist high shelves.
I turned to him, he was holding up a bag with steaming mug on it. The brand and description were indecipherable. But in tiny letters under the image of the mug were the words "Hot chocolate".
I took a sip of the aromatic coffee and looked at the line, by now it had tripled.
The place was empty when we had arrived, now there was barely space to move.
I sipped my coffee and said to him we should sit down and wait for the line to shrink. He grabbed the small sack in his hand. He looked up at me and told me he had never liked coffee and that he had reminded me of the fact. I nodded and told him I was sorry.
We sat on the stools I enjoyed the best coffee I had ever had in my life, while my son stared resentfully at the line. No matter how much I tried to comfort him, the contempt wouldn't leave his face.
Instead of line shrinking it just extended as more and more people arrived.
I tried to tell my son I felt his frustration and in actual fact I had been through many little situations just like this one. He just folded his arms and frowned.
But actually I did know exactly what he was feeling if only he knew. There were many such instances I could recall without effort from my own past.
In my son's case, when you are young caffeine has little effect as kids are usually bursting with energy. Infact it's sometimes just comfort and sweetness a child seeks, like in a hot chocolate for example.
Sometimes parents don't read the fine print.


 

Hidden in plain sight

 Who is that standing over near the garden bar
Pretending to ignore us
Hidden in plain sight not close but not far
performing before us

wherever she is she burns
That is how our eyes decipher her
We attempt to look away and turn
To break eyecontact seems to hurt

walk into the bar avoiding lust and scorn
Shelter from this silent storm
It feels so safe but I know there's danger
That existential beautiful stranger

She hides in the clearing

 Wild animal not a roar, camouflaged, obscured
Sometime of the day, furious there in the clearing
Another animal caught unaware is lured
It's sure time of death nearing

Other animals can smell and hear the ambush
A secret audience from behind the brush
Graceful feminine predator ground blood damp
Fangs drip while applying final throat clamp

No fuss just taking enough to sustain herself
Galaxy of less stealthy creatures move into carcass
Hot and rapacious after the prey's last groan
Polishing it all down to pale bone

Between the palms of the afterlife

 Royal palms and neon signs. Huge acrylic facades for overdecorated restaurants.
Ice cream parlours and donut cafes with outdoor gardens and seating.
Three friends raised their hands in confusion.

Walking in the middle of the carless boulevard. But where were they? The last thing they remembered was buying tickets. This place was sinister you could smell the recent crowds, yet everywhere was absolutely empty.

The friends walked down the boulevard uncertain almost on the verge of panic. Right down the middle of the road trying to stay aligned with each other. Not trusting the shopfronts.
Long paces like desperate hitchikers

They peered through windows from a distance. Tried listening for any sound of civilization. Screaming until their heads vibrated and their own ears numbed. This was not earth.
This was the periphery of heaven. They just didn't know it.
The three friends had died on a faulty rollercoaster. This heavenly place, this colorful promise of abundance they didn't offer an entrance anywhere.

Generational house

 Locked myself upstairs on the third story
My mind crawling as I'm scrawling
My second mother came to check on me
Her daughter calling calling

The floor creaked from outside in the hallway
She knocked softly and her voice clanked out
I put down my writing and traversed the study
Opened the door to her smile, taunt and flout 

Down I went the hundred stairs toward wife
each one echoing a passage from the past
each one a conversation with my life
Her daughter looked at me

Her silent glee, atleast one I haven´t heard
I had pulled myself away from these words
words that I swim deep inside of
way up in my study

where a part of me hibernates over long winters
where I go to forrage secrets of myself and the universe
My silent glee in seeing her catch the glint
My gratitude at being pulled away from my verse

The life of gas

The life of gas


The blue flame burst out on the steel wall

Sticky ash adhered like glue

something wants to be barbecued

To be prepared and then eaten


Blue flames multiply awaiting a meal

shimmering ghosts clinging to the steel

longing to splatter fat

distorting the air


Desire for cooking meat outdoors

Scattering blue whisps gas pours

emptying the big metal canaster

until it starts puffing and panting


finally spluttering out for good

Identity is a project

 Courage and deception
The hidden designs fate nought but dream
Sharp blades cutting through schemes
War our permanent state

The abysses of love and hate
wisdom is never clean
Tragic necessity
Twofaced reality kind and mean

The wanderer roves unhindered
The king reigns and proclaims
The sorceror drives the druid insane
The hunter and the begger seek movement

Perpetually becoming through the hallways of existence
No power inside self defined identity destiny winks
Power thick wrecking power you find in thirsty adaptability
How the men court the fancy fleeting illusions of stability

There is no such thing as peace
Truths are not singular nor do they last
They must be understood through a mask
Inside such wisdom is dirty

Survival belongs to those restless in twilight
Who become the tool, weapon, the escape, the fight
Who let the season teach them pain and life it gives
Those who leap between these contrasting perspectives

(Skiptingr)

Creaking gears

 The driver put the truck into gear
It all rumbled to life
The reverberating chasis hummed
All through the shaking container shell

It spat a few big dirty clouds of black diesel smoke
Like an old man would coughing on his last cigarette
Rattling inconsistently as the wheels slightly turned
Dragging the rest of the beast onto the road

A slow turtle across a hot tar road
Slowly gliding into the middle of the road
swerving round the curve attempting to stay aligned
Driver gripping steering wheel with both trembling hands

He leans forward in an attempt to adjust his position
exhaustion and discomfort seem to radiate
And off it groans lost in suburbia
Chaotic residential labrynth

Using every effort in the brake and clutch
to slow for the oncoming lights
The truck ducking and grinding
yellow surrendered to red

Then budging and reanimating again
Driver forcing himself through each gear
A mother pushing her son up a steep hill
Into fourth back down to third

For there thirty meters ahead was a speed bump
slowing rattling rushing to kick down into each gear
Weary sighs and metallic grunts as the object neared
Hitting the speed bump a little too quick

The chasis jumped like a teen avoiding getting tripped
the container shook like an angry overworked teacher
Driver slammed his wrists on steering wheel
Another year of deliveries

Lawrence the cockroach man

Sat in an old armchair
Is a man in his fifties
No eyes, tongue or teeth
health neglected just disease

One may not know if he is awake
He is still noone can read him
The way to know when to feed him
Is to lean in and check his breathing

Large agile cockroaches use his body
His opened cheeks his unkempt hair
Their extra appendages sharp and scary
Sinister insects yet meticulous and caring

Cleaning and eating from each horrid sore
The man shows relief when they start to gnaw
The size of mice scuttling through him
Keeping him alive through the dust and dim
 

Everchanging eyes you remember

 Through the boredom you sought me
looking at you conjuring the shine
Did you see the way my eyes
 ran over your surprise

The way I wouldn't look away
felt me going in far enough to stray
Distant subtle harps you pondered
Inside your mind you wonder

My thoughts squeezed you out
Ran through the stream of day a spout
You refused there was ever a time
As if thinking of me was a crime

You would sleep and there they would be
My everchanging eyes clear as clarity
whatever they aroused within you
You'd never admit risking flattery

Wake looking at ceiling
kiss shape formed on your mouth
Slowly dozing slowly smiling
dreams rising and receding like tides

Next time these eyes will be easier to find
Downloaded into the center of your mind
I love women like you pretending to be reviled
overpowering etiquette perfume of denial

Dancing around these sensitive truths
Are you my muse, or am i that to you?

Dissimilarity

 I only turned my back on them
Because I wasn't welcome
And places where I was welcome
attempted exploitation

Groups sent me out
I nodded and left
Sometimes offended
sometimes relieved

I walked as a pariah
Solitude and quiet time alone
I would reapproach and be rejected
Then accept my reality

The other loose ends wanted to bond
They couldn't see their own goodness
Conspiring to trick one another
Teaching me the merit of a lie

Soon enough I left them too
Not by my own choice
But because I didn't fit in there
I was the uneven piece

I finally felt my eeriness
My misplaced neediness
I didn't measure up well
No comparison whatsoever

Deflection

 those train tracks could still heat up in spring
Tragic rails toward the capital
We walked sometimes hand in hand
I couldn't get a read on it

The pavement sweat
I spat
she cursed me
I deflected but points were lost

At the train station
we waited like fishermen for the tide
late afternoon couldn't interrupt the silence
But as those tragic rails shook chatter arose too

The carriage shot through like an unwelcome thought
doors opened elderly hobbled out
We in our lost youth climbed in
agile spiders

A chuckle a swing around the hand rail
Seated seductive grin filled up the train
The pale stained linoleum sweat
I cursed cynically

She deflected and we were even
trouble poured out of her
She screamed through the empty wagon
Noone saw us

For we were a flash of youth
A passing sunset too bright missed by most
Pure illusion projecting gentle happiness
when our guts stored wrath

Bias a narcotic

 I bought her opium from the city
aniseed flavored lollipop narcotic
ritual like on grandmother's quilt
She slowly licked at it

The town was huddled
People lived their desperate agendas
She slowly slipped into euphoric trance
going further and further into herself

The vase expanded and contracted
The poppy flowers inside seemed to grow
then spontaneously drip glue like substance
The city stirred and rummaged through itself

She looked into her ownself
The hours of life blending into messages
surging up onto her own tongue
as she told herself her own story

The parked car

 We put the car on the side of the hill
We always tended to make things more difficult
The city was difficult cluttered compact
we attempted to enter the car

I opened the door using my body weight to control it
From the angle I had I couldn't get in
The other family members tried to get in as well
Their doors were jammed

We looked down the street
Into the celebrations chaos and disorder
People divided chasing their own interests
So we went our separate ways

The insides of a stranger

 Eyes appear from above
narrow alien smile
Looking directly at me
claiming me

as if to say
Hey you are doing alright
why don't you let me have a turn down there
Then a scar splits the aliens eye

He opens from the pupil down to the cheek
All the way down to the smile
Then he opens up no longer alien
He just looks like a worn human

scars and weary eyes 
cheeks flaked and wrinkled
looking the world up and down
asking it- so what is next?

talking to himself
his own face

A land of legend

 The dragons forehead down until it's snout
thick heavy bones across the land in the form of mountains
Following from the civilized towns of the south to northern badlands
distant storms drag over foothills then collect together

Break out sporadic aggressive lightening
illiminating the lowlands of the far horizon
eastern chaos
western stillness

When I single you out

 I see you
Not the others when they laugh
Just you
drums beating the vibrational universe

There finishing your sandwiches in the sun
Mocking the small kid
creating parodies of us
Belittling many of them

I see you
The others don't concern me
when you try to shift the blame
It will be doubled down on you

Pulled away from your group like a screaming baby
Not so provocative now are we
Instead of saving you they laugh at you
Like an animal losing a leg

I see you cringe in fear now
a frown replaces grin
trembling and pale faced
waiting for the impact

But it never comes
It's just one long life of it
separated from your yobs
open and bound

I see you
I can read back your ridicule to you
you can have that for dinner
Or starve 

Diarchy

 The mirror born and veiled sister
Sit side by side Antakya is merciless
They reign over these bays where ports will be built
Where a new spear will sharpened

They stare across the mediterrenean
they pace in silence and share each other's warmth
washed in the Caspian reborn in the red
Their Chamber holds invisible power

The throne shakes
Venom drips from the fangs
Of twin snakes
Blessed by oracular priest

Raven's circle low omens of the arrival
She departs on a burning moon
The steel of swords reflect
Thrones crack and divide

The mirror born emerged as his sister
Blind to diabolical and deceptive betrayal
The milk princess bled out at the altar
Seeking her divine protection

screaming Tryphaena, Tryphaena...

Dirty dishes

 It was early night when I transformed
My body formed the furr and claws of a big cat
I left my kitchen and hopped into the cool night
jetting into the low bush between the beach and houses

Muscle expanded and contracted electrified
senses honed I salivated I engorged
Something was moving in the shrubs
Instinct screamed it was food

Seconds later blood and furry remains
I was out on the first dune licking my paws
The hilltop mansions illuminating the sand
slowling thin messy froth of dying waves

I didn´t bother washing myself
I needed to remind myself what I was
before I transformed again
Into that human blob

Up the beach something stirred with the trees
It was some old man shouting in rage
a hundred meters up he jumped out
shaking a big stick

I had apparently eaten his Corgi
His replacement for wife and children long gone
I had feasted on it leaving barely anything remaining
The old man was approaching cautiously

But I was still digesting
I turned toward the man then looked up at my own house
He might get atleast one swing before I put him down
I´ll let him be, besides there´s a pile of unwashed dishes to clean 

How night might dance

 Tempo knocks into her bones
Her body moves immaculately
each move a diamond in choreography
Her performance catches them all in trance

The night whispers and conspires
smoothing her over as the beat goes high
legs and arms agile and lythe
Kicking out and spinning wide

Lights obey her form
The rhythm wakes from within
It shifts and she transitions 
easy grace revealed in her Instinct

Her hair flying caught by the night
caressed then sent back suavely
Her steps and swerves synchronize melodically
As if the music came from her and not a speaker

Arms extend fingers touch wistful stars
Calves hit hamstrings as she lowers herself
The pause mixes astonishment with still silence
Then a deafening standing ovation 

The spores of mould

 It slowly spread across the ceiling
maybe it was the weather
maybe it was neglect
blotchy and patchy

through conversation sporadically
over the dinner table
Into plates of food
eventually into our mouths

Until we nolonger recognised clean words
Damp years overpowered our speech
Finding a way into our tone
Spores into expectation growing barbs

spreading through us like an entity
Like a city across a continent
Not bringing us any closer
Just helpless hosts

Beholden and thankful

 This home
Grateful
everyday this comfort
love and support

Through dramas
Instability
Pangs of insecurity
You stayed

emotion often calamity
you held mine
I held yours
we survived

This union
I´m grateful
Everyday this bond
Love and respect

The heart a bag of tricks
A new one every month
first stirring in my chest
Then climbing into my mind

feelings overpowering me
total chaos inside me
explosions of anguish
you stayed

This union
putting out fires
easing me into life
That healing intimacy

A box on a winch

 Four staff enter timid humble
First a shake then a subtle click
a discernible low rumble
It goes up the gap light flicks

Random gasp from one inside
Three of them guess which
want to check but prefer to hide
Numbers have all eyes fixed

Every morning repeating glumly
eyes locked on hollow numbers
waiting for light to shine each through
Illuminating them validating them anew

At their floor pleasant beep sounds a blessing
Trading morning glare for energy led efficient 
Murmur giggle and freedom from oppression
Little box of shame of dissimulation

No good mornings or how are yous
Just heavy coats laptops and overtime blues
Eyes on floor numbers the KPIs that exceed and flounder
vassals to the numbers that drive market uppers and downers

The Arborist

 "Will you chop down this tree?
This tall poplar in my front yard
It's throwing shade across my front window
It will be a pity to see it go but that's it"

-Why are you going to chop me down?
can't you just prune me, Prune me please!
I'll do my best to grow toward the neighbor
I'll grow back my leaves later just for you-

"I can't chop down this tree for you
The tree itself is not ready yet
It's asking if we can just prune it
It promises to bud later in spring"

"Are you talking to the tree?
Can you just cut it down, it's my windows
The shadow in the summer is awful
It's just a poplar and trees don't talk"

-I've lived here rooted into the ground
for eighty seven years through each season
You'll just cut me down out of inconvenience
When you are gone I won't grow back-

"The tree said you were selfish self absorbed
It has seen so many great years here
It seems it has become so alive it now speaks
It wants to stay and live another eighty years"

Don't worry I'll call another another arborist
He'll get the job done in a jiffy
While you rattle on about what the tree wants
Aren't you interested in earning money?

The tree remained silent
The arborist cut the resident down with axe
The man fell mortally wounded
The arborist put the remains in the mulcher

Mixed it with grass clippings and bark
spread it around the base of the poplar
reached into his truck for the plastic strip
He hung it up out front it said- for sale

A head popped up over the fence Mrs O reilly
"When you get a minute, could you see to me shrubs."

Her headlights

 Trail of mediocre men in her rearview
dizzy stumbling runover
spilling their dinner sauce
disoriented and overexcited

pavement comes up face goes down
Smack!
her car makes a turn at the end of the road
Mediocre men temporary neighbors

Scatter in shame and exposure
daylight shining stronger than her headlights
the steam thicker than the smoking tyres
Her defying farewell in burnt rubber

You the mediocre man
delayed!
distracted and fumbling for a sense of himself
sprinting back to the old version

all ready to throw himself
Into the middle of the road
To hail down some nice ride
Like a destitute hitchiker

Tommy sought the woods

 Tommy befriended the magpie
In times when friends were scarce
it's call stained the air

It waited for him after school
On the lampost before his front door
The two walked into the woods

Summer leaves thatch a canopy
dappled light scans the two
the soft spongy leaves absorb his foot falls

The magpie flying branch to branch clicking
His family's small flat on the rough estate
A distant thought slowly fading

The magpie stares down
Tommy stares back
deeper into the woods they go

Off the trail
The wind shoves the canopy open
exposing naked twilight

Ferns whisper warnings and omens
Sycamores budge about
Oaks frown in discontentment

Night arrives uninvited
Tommy knows no fear
Deep inside now

Return this night is impossible
wild strawberries and chanterelles
More nutrition than his smelly flat

He slept between the roots of a giant beech
The magpie perched a few inches above
Eyes glowing in the dim

If they poison the river

 We share a house near the creek
layers of mud and clay make up the ground
Large cats we brought adapt to the terrain
The sorceror enchants the water

The local miners look toward us
men whose religion is luck
Desperate from their barren hills
yellow mud and clay day long

The food is scarce
Life is abundant
we move up and down the creek
we were human once

We compete with panthers
that we ourselves adopted 
Tonight they attack the miner's camp
Their swollen fingers barely curling triggers

The night has it's meal
The camp minus one more 
Salve, for the camp marinates in fear
Seasoning, we observe several miles therefrom

Their panic lights up the sky
The sorceror sends the wind toward us
The scent on the air of intoxicating shock 
Long hours of fragrance and euphoria

In pitch black cats lick their bloody claws
their tongues scraping abrasively
calming out choked up spines
making us salivate in the dark

The sorceror points frankly eastward
Spring storms unleash destructive torrents
gushing upon the the distant ranges
Local creek starts to swell

A fattening serpent agile and restless
chugging across the valley bottom
soon to carry the miners camp away
As they struggle to sleep

The flash flood erupts
Taking the whole camp with it
Sparing only one
The future governor

In the morning clear and scalding
we dragged this man to the  bare willow
where debris and animal skulls lay
We nailed him to the tree

The sorceror danced and sent waking dream over us
The screaming man gave us true music
the distant call of the big cats a harmony
As we celebrated his crucifixion

Cerdo Galeo

 Wet grin    against the currents
The business of the chain    somewhere at the top
regulating it    at all stratas
Smooth down the street    dog eat dog

Things are underwater    blood on the streets
Hair slicked back in a shiny wave    suave killer
A slippery fin    slicing through the corporation
Tough ambush    the snare closes

walking away    counterpart counts loss
Cash in hand    wad and smack
Caribbean swagger    reef commander
Lone hunter    tasting the water

Its all hunger and targets    sudden and brutal
Fast talk and execution    strategic engagement
it's a food chain    ongoing supply
a distribution chain    honed senses

Spry instincts    from behind or below
Too many teeth    designed to cut through
too much speed    muscle not slowing him
Blue ocean of greed    digesting company

“Este lugar estaba esperando por un depredador, uno que pudiera devorar y poner orden.
Mírenme bien a los ojos, ustedes, los que quedaron regados por ahí.
El hombre tiene que comer.”

Lethe Hypnos- The internal Hell

Lethe Hypnos- The internal hell 

Ethereal topsy turvy
the cosmos opened up
falling falling
reaching for the tree roots

my hand slips
I continue downward
The creatures change in this cave
curious faces to malicious eyes

I reach for the ceiling
In the cave of Hypnos
so quick and into the drink
Into Lethe

Lethe smiles from underneath
thoroughfare for lost souls
Driven along by the flow of her
I gasp struggling to stay on the surface

every curve dragging me under
laughter coming up in bubbles
confusion and exhiliration
dying again and again 

panic and drowning
Until i get washed up on the river bank
I look back at her in the water
It is her she is it

She bewitches me
"potamus, Potamus Potamus..."
Her wet arms reach for me
I scream -Hades let me be free

Back in the drink
Into the intoxicating nightmare
riding the rapids each rock a trauma
Breathless

"let me be"
have I not suffered enough?
Laughter came up in bubbles 
and with it a map

I looked down in shock
the winding river herself
and Hypnos himself
were the landscape of my mind

I had clung to the unjust outside world
ignoring the chaos within me

The spirit of my father

 Remind me not to overeact
Or think that things are important when they are not
He was some of that support I swear
sometimes his word was so true

 So certain I swear to God he knew the world
 He knew
 He gave me understanding to feel
 more power and certainty where hitherto I felt none

He doesn't ground me
 I hear him and ground myself
 As if I could do it all along
 Like you probably do naturally

Installing that knowledge in my brain and heart
 That the future is ok
Things will come to pass
As we have foreseen 

He is the same
It is the patient him
Working with me to solve my problems
Because I don't feel ready

Out of reach

 Secrets get out
Friendships wear thin
Confide in one person
all of your sins

Crying from chest
Searching for air
Past makes mess
life rarely fair

Turn to yourself
Yet no reflection
You look outward
weary interactions

Tears are tiny mirrors
Little wet regrets
accept the glimmer
Confess don't deflect

Cut yourself off
You are out of reach
slowly go soft
life's peachy

My own inspiration

 I want to go back home
I want to be my own muse
Not my physical home or my original country
I want to go back home to myself

To who I once was
To how I saw the world
To the way my eyes would...
scan and relay it all to heart and brain

I want to return to that home
I want to sit inside that house again
Feel the comfort of it's furniture
The taste of it's food

I want to be inside that house
As if it were in my own heart
Cut the string that pull me away from myself
I want to be my own muse

Today my father called and I answered

 Today father visited again
He has called, I have answered
The energy of the day is just right

The day is neither sunshine
nor completely overcast

Temperature all balanced
I can hear my father
He talks through it all

Through the temperature
Through the blue sky and cloud
Through the stillness that is him

I hear his voice clearly
Through it he tells me to nourish myself

He speaks through the apparition of my father
His voice booms in silence like warm comfort
He is the complexty of all good things and healing 

Oxymoronic
As faithless
Overwhelming my soul with faith once more

Five to two

 Five days of habitual work
Two of resting
Routine sometimes hurts
Forced blessing

Get through the morning
Lunch is mostly digestion
The afternoon fog swarming
Quirky evening

Blank the page and repeat everything
Impostering alarm bangs loud
Morning coffee hot urgency stings
You are out the door already

 

Concubines and paupers

 

Obsessed and neurotic
Fawning creatures
Near the courtyard
Overlit neon white sex hall

A lake peasants wade into
Speculate from the shore
Breeding optimsm in heart floating
Taste of rich arouses hubris

wives and concubines
competing for attention
to be the dream to be the pie
Love all had in common
caressing runs over them
in through emotion

Special food they are
Secret mystery of summer
Boredom of the winter
Peasants beg for food
Sex hall over fed
scraps scattered over muddy edge

Tehau

 Lost breeze
Beach abode
Belong somewhere
Unlost and wanted

Broken machines
searching for a garage
No urgent need for fixing
But for fear of rusting

No attention today
The world works long hours
You are still loved
You are held

When they are gone
The beach cradles you
Don't test it's love
let it be waves

Mother compassion

 Mother you are a big person
Not body comparison 
but compassion
teaching people how to feel something for humanity

Mother tenderhearted
Not weak or blubbery
But loving
teaching us not to lose faith in humanity

So close to understanding others
I'm forced to be far away
Men resigned and hardened 
unable to remain maleable

But Mother you remain soft and decent
Not accumulating of the evils in this world
As we all become embittered you still believe in good
Looking through the ugly and seeing the vulnerable creature

Attempting to lift them up
despite their disabilities
Mother you are the bigger person
How fortunate I am

After rain a thankful sky

 In the center of the cool morning
spaced out my eyes wind around the houses 
Observing the drying neighborhood after last night's rain
The squawking of the parrots cut through the calm

The waving and mild thrash of the palm fronds
Meters from My morning coffee and I
The distant droning of motorbikes spikes
Car humm the far away highways as rivers

The many greys and blues greeting each other
Congratulating each other after torrential rain at dawn
intermingling splotches and blotches raising the day
Thus the cool blessing of the morning reaches out to me

The gaps between clouds and each one a prayer
making it's way out of the morning
Thanking
The small things and big things 

A sigh on the halo

 I walk over the halo like a sigh
Skipped the bridge over life
Down below the commotion
fingers pointing blaming notions

I flew away from their rumours
Out of earshot of their clamour 
Light as air itself free of care
liberating the I unlearning fear

Not hindered by their simulated burdens
Not taken in by their concocted obligations
I walk a halo like a sigh
I don't even plan to die

Hide the million blessings 
Distribute it down to you
To those who look up in solid gratitude
For the little freedoms are a dear salvation

Nothing hitherto sound
Nothing further down
Bridge of life broken or not
I float this game, I recieve the lot

I have no real halo of my own
I dance the circle til God mulls
Mystical above my skull
tearing holes in the multiverse

Parallel worlds conspiring with me
Like fellow pirates hysterically
I can't fly but I navigate perfectly
where these dimensions overlap

I exclude you below who were once above
Not a whiff

Eye for the mountain

Eyes aglow for they are overtaken by forgotten truths
They bring me to where the mountains grow thick and cloud thin
To a world where time itself grows lethargic where I am the light

Forest roots drink of my memory, it's branches reach for me
swamps stench compounded in large carrion eating buzzards
Dead oak bark etched with a thousand lost desires

My arms spread out over, here the sun is sporadic
my nerves and veins sing here fibers of the land
stirring it up- time, heat, raw vision of these eyes aglow

The seriousness of these barren expanses, I the hot melt the hour
The lethargic movements slowly gather fierce momentum
Overtake forgotten truths evapourate the swamp

Build my kingdom a shaman of heavy mountains

The Bizarre westward man

 He turned his head away from the east
The sun tan absorbed his skin and made him part of them
He looked westward on a platform that gave him permission to dream
He looked westward to where the sun was setting

It was an ancient rite his forefathers had warned him
observing the day end as one would a dying parent or relative
Not seeing the darkness in their departure but the essence of it all
He lingered almost looked east but turned his head away

He knew she lived somewhere in that direction
Somewhere dangerously close
He turned his head to where the cloud rounded into a scythe
One that could cut down his misplaced gleam

Over the horizon the form stood out
Over the small pink lights survivors of the initial sunset stuck
Like warm little hearts just waiting for the blade above
he scolded himself again for wanting to pull east

He looked westward once again to see those clouds and formations
As they slowly dropped down and disappeared
Into the humid nothingness floating on the lower edge of the horizon
it was the farewell of the sun only for the impatient

For tomorrow will bring even more dazzling troubles
each one a treasure for the bizarre man I have become

The angry red patch

 The stickleback fish
attacks the red patch
Supernormal stimulus
The instability of the species

driving the fish crazy
Hyper aggression to the male
Chasing to kill
Triggered like a freshly spoilt Gen Z

Stickleback trouble
seeing the red strip
super energetic reaction
Instability inside the flesh

The slow reader

 T'was an underwater library
Holding my breath 
I swam inside a nook
barely time to read a book

Then I needed to swim right out 
The librarian has gills and steel boots
Some of the readers dive tanks and suits
They can go much longer than me

Each time I go back up for air
The thumping fear reverberating my spine
Am I running out of oxygen
Or simply phillistine

The album in your head

 The prom is happening tonight
A moment in time will bring everything together
You will never feel the same again it's now or never
In the mesmerizing movement of youth

the locomotion of youth
The flurry and the blur of it
The geyser like excitement
Moving tectonic hormones

The prom countdown
Waiting for the hour to strike
You and the friends to arrive
momentous doesn't begin to describe

The prelude the sudden acceptance
The sudden permission
where in the past everything was halted
everyone dressed down

But now you dress up
you color the show
You live forever in two hours
you create a short album in your head

That you'll keep until your deathbed
When the venue no longer exists
half your firends forgot their own names
Yes prom is all that matters

Limerent sweet folly

 Limerents sweet folly

What an instinct bent and turvy
It was Dante's Beatriz
not quite my cup of tea
But he wrote the Divine comedy thinking about her

Pining and grinding his internal organs enthused by her
External organs perhaps even more rigorously
Supercharged by her delicateness and scent
All infused with that kinky self conjured sorcery that gives way to...

A hole of such emptiness and desolation man has no vocabulary to even hint of it

Upward and downward spiralling after the inital brash vexing Euphoria
The obsession kidnapping his heart and extorting his brain
You knew it was real by the way he portrayed lust

Yes being thrown to the wind directly upward no control
The empty void where the sky should have been is the same one inside of you
You are taking a bath in it, drowning in it, the highs murderous highs
The lows insane beserk eerily creepy the unstable and hot then freeezing

Winners in the morning

 I am a winner
I wake to my trophies
Which I've used to hold flowers I've recieved
Now dead rusty and ready for fungus

I've hung keys and earphones on them
Some of which slip down into the water inside
what could be construed as the stomach of the trophy
I'm a winner as my alarm clock goes off

My stomach feels like the trophy
half full pretty hungry for lost items
I wake looking for the light switch
my hand fumbling in the darkness

I'm a winner and my left eye is glued shut
Still asleep and not opening anytimes soon
I clamber clumsily crashing through my accolades
Dead flowers and water everywhere my keys and earphones nowhere to be found

A soft voice to keep above the water

 Floating horses carried waterbodies in their mouths.
The river it was toxic and had become wider

Mountain rainfall had spread it across the land
all dank and petrol black
A maiden guided them with her soft voice

It calmed them and helped them swim straight
Through the kind of current that would have swept any man away
To the area of dry land where a house and promise of accomodation stood
Until all this filthy water retreated back to it's original margins

Gas leak in new york kills sixty

 New york is all blue and melting
Oh yeah sure you got the hudson
You got central you got success success
But in the center of town people died

I don't know if you care but there was a huge gas leak
At least sixty turned fluorescent blue
Investigators came to save them all
gasmasks and fancy documents

Miracle workers came to save their souls
Raise them from the dead if possible
But their puffy ripe bodies weren't alive
Just farts pushed out of a rigamortis clenched colon

gas poisoning you're welcome

Pumping the patriarchy

 She'd dream of owing a season's luxury clothing collection
The tit for tat and quid pro quo of the world a little hazy to say the least
But vanity conjures a sexy blindess a humble attractive impediment for logic
Vanity in men perhaps twice as abhorrent, vanity in women more refined

The young twenty nine year old Luana just wants to dance, to be seen
The eyes massage her fastflowing deep need for self absorbed validation
Fertilizes that noxious sense of hubris and secret entitlement
The twenty K allowance rides zero before months end 

Beauty expences, the make ups and overs the Botox and organics
Always cutting into the basics puppy eyed before her older partner
The ideal "I look good for me" zero carb breakfast
The patriacrchy is definitely keeping us down

His lousy sugar daddy prenup allowance cap
She sacrificed missing out on true love for this crap?

Deprivation on a barstool past my bedtime

I found a bar that looked promising.
The world is so big, but people give you such a small slice when your young.
Everybody got something out of those years I got a empty belch and a fart.
But i'm the stupid ungrateful one! Imagine that.

Then some great old bowl of pudding is served up.
These lips call the throat, tongue all schemes and calamity.
And the server pulls it fucking back.
Tight narrow grin trying to keep it's margins neutral.

-This bowl aint for you young man.
-All you want to do is mess the place up.
This is what I got at school and home.
I threw the sorviette tray at the man.

He fell unconscious but the pudding bowl was out of reach.
A young women who just got into the bar closed her umbrella.
Smiled sweetly as if i hadn't just assaulted the barman.
She said in the sweetest most feminine voice I have ever heard...

-Would you like me to bring you the pudding?
Oh yes- I felt myself say on impulse overly excited.
She towers over me and reaches for the bowl
She sticks it right on the bench infront of me

I look down and grab my spoon simulataneously
but the bowl is empty and she smiles down at me
-Sometimes life is like that kid. Like old mick says,
can't always get what you want-

I jumped down from the bench jarring my knees
grabbed the umbrella and started swatting at her cute calves
She laughted hysterically as the barman lifted me off her
I just realized he was pretending to be unconscious

I hobbled home sobbing, I knew how good pudding tasted 
I had never felt so deprived in my life

Paint the mundane

 This day is meaningful
eyes are clear 
ground is sunlit
hard brown grey clay

my eyes are rifle sights
I see the speck of dust
beside the leaf litter
This tiny round particle

I imagine it as it were when I was a child
I had the power to magnify the world
Ignore it's vulgarity it's inevitable bleakness
Immerse myself in it's mystical beauty

Must I paint the mundane
Make the boring exciting
I will and I do cheerily
Like the gumbooted six year old I was

it's infiniteness my infiniteness
The spec of dust became a mountain 
With forests, lakes and arid tracts
Yes I have made it meaningful

Is this a superpower?
Or ridiculous fantasy escape
When I look at other's passtimes
I refocus into my world crawling with life

Toilet training

 Adutlhood is for many the feeling of nappyrash
The defects we see in our parents attempts and care
We repeat subconsciously first then suddenly aware
We realize we have not changed the diaper

our disgusting full diaper

Full of pitfalls and clumsy mistakes based on neglect
Sitting on your bed complaining about all those things
The treatment or gifts they would never bring
Disappointment overly dumped on you

Knowing the mistake

feeling seeing and touching the error
A big mess that you cannot avoid going through
The toilet bowl completely free infront of you
for some frustrating reason you don't use it

Idiosynchratic traintracks into sewer

The diaper fills the nappy rash forms
You are an incompetent adult teen untamed
Child in adult's body searching for a container 
But time runs out and poop runs down

He doesn't do happy

 You cannot just be happy
How will you do it?
Need to let yourself be happy, you say
what is happy... echoed- what is happy

No mercy on yourself
Haven't you grown bored of the frown
This suffering so wonderfully dignified
Is your grudge formed in steel honor

is that future anxiety so much more important
than a few seconds of peace in the moment
Past depression webbing over the mind
Is that more important than the world that begs...

Begs to be absorbed by you today.

The story you created

 You are looking right at her in this moment
You just see her through thoughts of temptation
and her eyes upon you giving identity to admiration
A personal identity to someone absolutely external

Assigning character traits to that person
Building a story around them
A hundred aspects you decide
Before you even go for a ride

When you see things don't go impressively
shove the descrepancy on them aggressively
Make them guilty for your crazy projections
for your unchecked assumptions

It's whims boasting the same flare for action as stuntmen
without forethought without instruction, just blame
When you meet you say they're different
When you leave you say they're all the same