Riverwalk's vamp ghost

Trapped on the ceiling of the new orleans mall
just floating there far up in the rafters
stuck up there shocked and appalled
looking out the top windows

Down to the Mississipi
during the day the odd psychic saw it
The rest of the crowd walked on blindly
It continued to hover above it all

Skin slowly discoloring to a pale blue.
Mall guards began to lock the exits
The last of the window shoppers
walked out upset

One of the tourists from up north asked

Why do yall close so early here
not dissuaded from their task
pretended not to hear but aware

For they could never explain what happened in there
after the lights went out and tthe floors were bare
and the thing from the ceiling would come down
Don't stay after dusk, don't you dare

The storm of all innocence

 we watched the rain together from the awning
Looking out over the garden and from where the creek ran
where it usually dove into a narrow ditch and out of the property
it had burst over and back into the yard running over the lawn into the backyard

The clean transparency of it allowed one to see the green blades underneath
The butler said it had never done that before running across the lawn
From the awning we checked off our cause speculations
Fascinated by the straight clear flow of the the water

That valuable resource in such abundance
accumulating out of the storm and escaping across the land
beautifully pure like innocence leaving us in dry dust
Fluid and overflowing then gone by midsummer

by adolescence
washing itself away
gushing rapids idyllic exit
Our own transparency no longer flowing

convenient words
etiquette and interest

I said if only I could hold it
direct it all into a lake
my butler asked me
If I had ever felt such thirst

A course in rudimentary snobbery

 The unassuming twee snob bothers us
has the art of provoking others with their fuss
with minimum effort practiced muster

The mouth won't form a complete smile
Eyes move into doubtful mode to vex
Those gestures show an uncaringness

Where some might cultivate trust
others disgust abrupt using
their friendly coldness


Snobbery is the presupposed
The halting hand
the upturned nose

What pray tell is the prize
When I smooth with politeness
then expose it's lies, with an empty pretense

The reward is seeing humility die
in the face of such insinuating guises

The scourge of the ex

 Harry and Cindy were starting their new life
Yet they were being followed by his ex wife
she visited them daily asking him to come back
She promised to give the things she once lacked

The dread of it haunted Harry as politely pretended 
frustrating his new bride Cindy to no end
Harry's ex seemed to wield a power devil sent
Her mere presence nauseating them

exhausting and confusing them tonr and bent
Planting little viable seeds of fear unrelenting
and with each daily visit watering them
But outside pressure warmed nightly nuptials

contributing intimate affection to such trials
Until the ex disappeared empty handed, reviled

 

Escalator in rush hour years

 I was almost at the interview
I was half way up those escalator steps
thick with bodies rushing to the next destination
I realized that I would never be stopped

Faith in legs that kept literally climbing
Those moving steel stairs toward the surface
With optimism and determination I climbed
Uncaring of the imminent rejections

Able to shrug them off Knowing
inevitable glory would eventually come
So I dug and I pushed my way forward
Up onward to claim what is mine

So that the day I resigned
The company used their best resource
to have me reconsider

The Belgium couple

 The happy couple speculated about their journey 
The coach jumping and flinching along the mountain road
The couple couldn't speak the local language at all
So their assumptions went unconfirmed

Their beliefs about the land and people
were being built purely by what they saw
And not by who the people were or the reality
They wore their ignorance in expensive clothes

Into the sweltering lowlands they fanned their faces
The humidity and heat only familiar to them
in their hottest remembered childhood summers
They arrived at the kitchen of the marmoset

Maids handeled hot food and joked in Irony
The couple were overwhelmed by the savory sweet aromas
the salesmen like tour guides accompanied them off coach
In broken yet spunky english he charmed them

adding to their romantic delusions about the land and people

Addicted to bad news

 we have news that could affect your stability
have you adjusted to the current gravity
the heaviness of this twisted existence
Bear this news at reality's insistence

The bad news the world stacks at outlets
Registering the surprise and small measure of pain
Tell us of how we need to understand the tragedy
focus in on it like it's some kind of game

well adjusted to that crustacean apathy
because you walk sideways we see you
eyes unwavering unblinking soaking up the evil
We have some bad news that could affect the people

The ones who stack your surroundings
registering your moments with small applause
Come on now no reason to frown

Literate

 pull me half way in

introverted so clean the allure pulls pulls

Introspective lost in the universe of ideas

the surface almost common living

Peak under there with your imagination

Patience and grace hold still

surrender yet hold chaos in your hand

knead it like bread

Pull me through

fires rage and resistance cooks me

Just a meal

just a meal

The depth noone sees

subtle eye

surendering in chaos

yet owning it

Graduating the illusion of perfection

 intellectual 
chin up the ceremony
mortar board exactly tilted
Your momen of salience

aptitude
Mother's words
father's time
you were able

Yet they suspected it all along

Mistake
life is a mistake
dress it in practice
victorious speeches

create an illusion just to push through

stereotype
you've become a set of things
lumped onto you by your peers
mortar board exactly tilted

We will start a campaign for peace

 Redemption is a poster we sit down to
inking our hands
pretending we don't know
there will be zero impact

like a little post on a thread 
accumulating attention
not to inspire action but to admire for a split second
and look at us colorful rebels painting our opposition

A poster everyone puts their mark on
their little piece of care
their way of saying I had a hand in saving the world
smiling at the good intentions we share

Signing our names at the bottom
then dunking our heads back into the sewer of screen noise
The predictable tasks a day is made of
This quaint rebellion fully emmersed in the stomach of conformity

Streets of tomorrow

 I woke on the ground disoriented
God abandon me that you not get infected
mother abandon me
Father cut and run

On the front lawn of some empty middle class home
Laggards and stray people camp about me
Do they know of my intention
My secret grasp

The grass collected dew but did not freeze before the break of day
Father I'm a monster but I want the best for this world
I woke on the ground aroused loudly, proud early
The pale blue sky surrendering to my eyes

I dreamed of the streets of tomorrow mother
They were adorned with so many precious hopes
I got to my feet and felt the cool morning on my bare shoulders
I'm a monster to this world

hunger and yearning
torpedos my mind into frenzy
My appetite excited hindering my motor skills
God abandon me here look at my corruption

I dreamed of the streets of tomorrow waking to the coolness
God's breath
still here tending the landscape
What am I but a naked nomad

dreaming of the streets of tomorrow
Not  tending the city of today

That granite urinal

 The granite urinal
dim light the last minutes of day light
reflecting through a small rectangular window
Thick granite stone walls the bathroom a prison

I turned left avoiding the shadows
To pull out and and get my relief at the urinal
That room was literally so heavy so absorbing
What had it accumulated over these wanting centuries

All i wanted to do was pee but the grimness shut off the flow
I tried to imagine paradise and open air but all I saw was rock hell
Freaking craggy cracked and  speckly flecked schist and shale
weighing down on the bladder but not a drop falls

But I won't take it home and set it up in my garden

Pie eyed that the world might shine

 I want to make you my new best friend just because I'm drunk
and what sweet selfish needs you'll meet at my brink
I want to put my drunken arm clumsy as it sinks
upon you to steady myself carelessly

Physically spiritually emotionally

I want you to be my everything now person
that you'd fulfill all my immature notions
Find humour in my awkward pokes
my loud humorless vulgar jokes

My repetitive unconscious fears and hopes
overflowing as the next drink descends
Take my open hand help me pretend
The real world really shines thus

Cut a rug and scare a friend

 Patel asked who the girl was
her back to the wall tossing her hair
gestures all so choregraphed and sassy
her friends bent in hysterics eyes focus on that smile

On the other side of the board walk
where Patel asked me about this beautiful girl
How she moved and who she was dating infact
She broke into a comical dance immitating some fad

how his face lit up to see the moments of her
The enthusiasm fell out of him like a separate spirit
The infatuation rising in him a merciless chaotic shiva
She rolled her eyes fueled a defiant grin then glanced briefly

Just to check she still had an audience
Passive we sat predictably observing her
Patel asked if I knew her with that desperate tone
I said that if he preferred I could pretend to know her

She danced across the boardwalk between groups
The perfect legs elegant twirl pirouette and pivot easily
hair in such a measure to make the body seem to glide
Patel got up in fright as she sat down beside us teasingly

Stage fright cigarette

 The show will start
The sun is heading for the hills
we have parked here above the city
Opening the boot of the car

grabbing a jacket
It'll cool off later on
two show goers pass by
cigarettes lit causal stroll nailed

nod and ask for a light
They pull drags and click a lighter
Now you are one of them ember and strut
careless smile across your young face a cheap brand

The show will start
yet despite every preparation
you don't feel whole or appropriate
Second guessing intensifies toward the ticket booth

The sewer garden men

 They built gardens inside the open sewer drains
hanging flowers, ferns, lillies and begonias

that would face and attempt to crawl up to the sunlight
pouring down out of the huge storm drain openings



The intrepid journey men humble in their calling
spread the plants in the sunlit areas of the tunnels

Their laughter and jokes and labor attracted the sun
Provoking the confusion of the public above



The stench didn't stop them in their quest
from the roots of palms near the coast

all the way to the foot of the mountains
where the water was fresh and the tunnels clean

small blessings were offered to these humble men
while others accused them of being unclean

Hayward the terrible

 In a workhouse close to Port
Hayward the terrible labor chief
or atleast officially purported to be
Reigning over the poor and thiefs

Crooks and miscreants
villians who relented to the police
His whip and words would never cease
cutting into backs and fragile psyches

The merciless pusher who sought to please
The grand old empire's expanding feast
One berated lame man talked back in blazen tease
dragged to the side of the road on his knees

Then by way of sharp columns was cut ino threes
left out there as a rotten warning under yew trees

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No vehicle, just a rubber ball

 Everyone else was driving charriots of fire
I had a fast rubber ball the size of a tyre
running me across the stony highway south
boosting me over the dust with prowess

sending me careening over the long straights
until it ultimately went flat, thin and deflated
I'd arrived down south unfamiliar dusty and sore
holding the remains of an inflattable rubber ball

Athiest father taught me of God

 He chose not to eat he was not convinced
Scepticism makes him see clear
he looked at me again and said
That I would love it there

I said the afterlife can't be much better
Luggage containing the odd regret
He just grinned said it was an unfair bet
Said my faith hadn't been tested yet

My father avoided the feast
and pointed out the divine like the full moon
Trust and faith at their least
Yet not a hair was touched by doom

the earthly disappointment externally driven
abandoned now my only will to shape myself while living

My free lunch and the gift horse to boot

 You once told me there's no such thing as a free lunch

working patience... You sigh...

Shocked and dismayed at the speed of my...
ridiculously swift youthful naivety

If I could just prove you wrong

I hadn't those years lived nor miles walked

So how could I show the evidence to you 
that actually the contrary was true

You once said don't look a gifthorse in the mouth
Shocked I'd question you on equine dental health

Amazed at my swift youthful naivety
My woman, my house and money

One long delicious nutritious free lunch.

New year's broken hour glass

 The end of the year came and time stopped
The sun stood still the wind didn't breathe
Time was forgotten and most people disappeared
the city was empty not a piece of paper nor animal

The time on our screens showed midday unable to progress a second
The silence and stillness deepened into us a humm muted externally
absorbed and vibrating internally almost electrical in nature
Tickling the senses as we witness the city frozen in time

The surrounding grey buildings had a distinctive dirt colored moss
stretching and appearing in patchy arrival on their surfaces
Clock facess loomed no wind or sign of movement in the sun
temperature and air could not be properly felt on the skin

I put my bags down and looked around inside this new state of the world
My brain and heart made declarations for panic and fear
all that came was strong relief I wasn't scared

Dog brand

 Exiting the hotel I took a detour through the laundry
The poor laundry workers nodded to me as they sat down to eat
They had made an incredible product
A dog cake

It was crumbly salty and fatty
with a sourness I could ony guess was from the dog meat
I celebrated the meal with them
But had trouble eating

The red clouds capture your eyes

 The wizard has grown
this is his house glowing
labrynth like and confusing

I walk inside and cannot make sense
doors and windows are surreal shapes
some unfit for us human early apes

The roof has curved the path lies
bowing down to the red sky
he takes off his hat and studies an image

His house is letters, numbers of fringe
that help us up or push us down glowing
all designed by shadows in photos

shadows trying to avoid the flash
as concrete was poured laborers rash
The wizard himself built a conveyor belt

to walk on those long midnight strolls to nowhere
where the night's red cloud was extended by city light
The wizard's grin kicked about rolling around his face

That loose grin enchanting the wall and ceiling
where you or I wound up in a frame of feeling
of your unwanted family photos

duplicated and sent to his strange house
to hang there, strangers pretending to smile
he needed those images for spells

the awkwardness of how stance and face fell
piled around by people who often made you cry
Made permanent as brick's drippy cement dries

yes you and a thousand like you
pretending to smile in the image
mixing spells to go outward as spies

Just like him, the wizard casting the night's red cloud skies

Meat in the hamburger

 Criticism unwillingly heard
in the middle of exchanging words
some that flatter then turn and punch
some deflect, retaliate and crunch

Braggery slips into the voice
changing the intonation
Then implication
daggering communication

Our egos seek compliments
even empty token ones
That our hearts will smoke on
Euphorically

Harsh words in feedback
hurt necessarily yet are moving
possibly improving our pretence
our ability at verbal self defence

Build yourself up

 Make it into a machine
with measures of intensity
upgrade it and tweek it
people watch it

some new technology
that will change us
effect transformation in the body
Make it a machine

Find the correct numbers
calculate your expansion
upgrade changing weakness
into strength

people watch it
curiosity gets the better

Mister magpie locked you out

 Look toward it but you are shy
open your eyes and see it, it shines
Fly down and check it as it glints
Then back to the nest with it in your clutches

peck it a few times to check if it's living
what a treasure to adorn the dried grass
Look down toward the open street
the way it lights up like a treat

a thousand metals all competing for your eyes
the sun greeting in each one like fires
singing light out low motors hum
the cars moving up and down insanely

Tilt your head someone just dropped their keys
spread wings follow the draught faithfully
slow yourself against the opposing breeze
pick them up

legs turn in the distance to catch you poaching
a face and body panics kicking legs approach
A click of the claw a wing unfolded effortlessly
and bird is up and free and the person locked out

Beer and supervision

 The man stood at the door of the playroom
swaying because of his fifth beer
his eyes puffy and bloodshot
His body language communicating fear

He watched his son play
sometimes commentating
othertimes warning his son what not to do
The beer made it interesting

like christmas lights plugged in
when sober unplugged
His face struggled to smile
but got there in the end

In slow motion he turned his face to the table
where the rest of his family ate pizza
He leaned forward almost off balance
a grin appeared and subsided in seconds

His world was complete in this moment

hangover pending

Towel

 I step out of the shower
drops of water run along my body
toward the floor

I reach up and take the towel
I wrap myself and dry my body
Closing the shower door

The feeling of the towel comforts me
It warms me and reminds me of my infancy
It's fibers absorb the water but not the heat

It reminds me of the feeling of being hugged
Of being loved and being made to feel worthy

The immortal word

 words have lives of their own
walking through lives with legs disconnected
Peeering through checking out the page
Seeing the page before you do

Yes these words look they see
For they must dance contort stretch out
capture your attention bath in reading eyes
Provoke your senses stir your emotion

Spark color hot reflection and self invention
Tools of the poets philosophers hidden wizards
Realities we swim and drown in inwards
Words have a strength never thwarted


Words that act when actions can't be bothered
preying on the mind each letter under cover

In a lifetime's labor

 I've seen you all through the boring
I've seen you out on the road hawling
The ore logs and stone shipping here and there
Acting out of courage sometimes fear

I've seen you working with scarce resources
Pushing with all your spirits effort and force
attempting to alter that inevitable course
toward unique before turning corpse

A good vibe

 Multiply that which makes us prosper
send us the sign we are on the cusp
Share the best of those things
Wealth may rickle it may flood

Perpetuate healthy love
solid and transformative
drip feeding satisfaction
through the years

Shaped by the holy
tangible untouchable

Matador de garis

 

O homen musculoso parou no sinal vermelho
onde os lixeiros enchiam o caminhão
Contratados pela prefeitura pra recolher o lixo
Rene não podia passar, a rua estava bloqueada

Ele sacou a arma e franziu a testa
daquele jeito que carrega ódio em excesso
Saiu do carro elétrico, apontou e atirou
um dos homens pulou, outro se jogou, um caiu

Laudemir foi o atingido, sangrando no asfalto
Rene, o matador bombado, foi direto pra academia
alguns miligramas de testosterona na veia
e depois inflou os braços com um sorriso vazio

The Gari killer from Minas gerais

 The musclebound man pulled up to the traffic lights
where the rubbish collectors were filling the truck
Hired by the council to collect our household trash
Rene couldn't pass as the road was obstructed

He pulled gun and formed a frown over his face
The kind that contained toxic levels of hate
He exited the electric vehicle pointed and shot
one of the men jumped one dove and one dropped

Laudemir was the man hit bleeding out on the road
Buff killer Rene drove straight to the gym 
a few miligrams of testosterone went into him
then he pumped his arms under his empty grin

 

A weekend party reunion

 The attractions that would contribute to our pleasure
Are just mere decorations we pass to get somewhere else
Some of the places we would want to find clean and healthy
have been built and organized with feces we can well see

people from the past appear dazed and dishelved
Zombies in the daylight falling and getting up
crawling to catch up to the meaningless gossip

The feasts and blessings that attract all like common house flies
buzzing in with facades of care and import those grins and sighs
But these events are just mere decorations empty toasts to health
we pass through them tolerantly to get somewhere else

At the bus stop south of heart

 The throat searches for the voice

The heart tries to push it up

so that it might radiate out

expressing something

while the idea formed in the brain

digested in the hungry stomach

sits waiting for it's bus up and out

The mind dreads honesty

so none of those vehicles

show signs of stopping

blanked faced drivers

just getting through their shift

Your voice goes wandering

through the rest of your body

giving you indigestion

stubbing your toe 

Like a bankrupt company in denial

you chalk it all up to other reasons

convenient impossible problems

that cannot be solved today

The fire and grace

 This solitude is solid i feel it like the road under foot the click of teeth
These humans we are, we confuse love for something beneath
we resent the labor hear our frustrated breathing uneven
our failed attempts at patience our shameful leaving

of the fire and grace
The glorious millenium

I sought the truth unable to pay it's levy in pain
I looked into empty eyes and listened to voices invain
faith had leached out of the masses so I went against the grain
in my solitary belief no time for the gimic and or short gain

the particular performance for your pure amazement
life's little goblin runs parties vibing enjoyment
born in the oils of excess and orgasmic falsity
So I walked from the crowd away from that city

Of the fire and grace
The glory of an age

The even solitude i seek i find
power beyond body power beyond mind
supercharged and annointed
A million embers sparking out

incendious yet blessed

The miracle under the old trees

 he said come down to the bench where I have an invisible fountain
come there for fortified Godtime where the brilliant flame they can't see burns between the old trees
So I followed the thin shadow of light over the sweat trail broken fences mundane morning faces
He said make your way through this life between what has been abandoned and what is kept

I went to my only chair beneath the old trees and the swift soft morning feel
The grand one I fathom to know handed me a beaded rosary and told me of the five powers 
The secret you all don't know right there in the open blessed area peace freedom eternal sunlight
The invisible ears listening to me in my silence minutes into years

Those social media soul kitchen flavors

 Places are choc a block with ingredients recipe in minutes
dainty quirky chippy each one of us a spice an infinity
a flavor a dayfull a dated weighted plate of civil stew
getting ladeled like soups and casserole gruel

mere echoes of ourselves we kid
simmering under our own grand lids
keeping it all in those sensitive frustrations
only mixing it in the sweat of condensation

once we are cooked and served for unknown teeth and gums
the pots and pans become our old dirty skeletons
desperate to be cleaned and filled again just like the threads
expendible pieces of opinion and personal clutter soaked up with bread

Send those donuts every single day

 send donuts to my ears
because today i want hear sweet things
forget the fears and dive into good ponderings
solid round philosophy cinammon and sugar on that

send those donuts real sexy like
sacred i'm sure the root vein of the fantasy
all the way through the body overcome by want
by a body that embraces this day

send a donut straight in because i'm listening for it
My focus is the sharp flame of the candle
stiff even in the breeze sugar fire pointed
light glow the color of salivation

send donuts to my ears

smoothly rolling in the air

sensuality and all the dos and don'ts

baked and forgotten

The task

They set a task
so get to it
I see you hesitate
like a stuck fritter

Are you a fritter mr blogs
are you a rhyming addict
jumping to conclusion frogs
until your similie sick

They set a task they want two hundred lines
of that talent stain across the page
in a strange shape that melted frommage
are you a quitter a desister of the sewn mitten

one that could warm the hand while it writes
nonsense meant for eyes that search for why
in meaningless rhyme coming to their sighs
like climactic dismay at literary fines

declaring your work null and void
wrong way down a one way street
the task Mr blogs are you at it already
is your creative foxxy and heady

cocky and leady
like a gun loaded and a trigger
glued to an anxious finger
are you that digit lingering

that will pull and shoot
as evidence of lack of patience
lack of literary loot
for accolades the ego hoots 

The garden of the grounded soul

 The morning was that hot dark blue and the garden was boosting
Insects and mother were excited and energy claimed the day itself
The grass was overgrown in thick green abundant bunches
I had neither the footwear nor the clothes to cut it down

Mother the caretaker soaking up the sun and picking up the rake
the old concrete varanda covered in leaves twigs and bark in flakes
curiosity pours out of us randomly like the sporadic dandelions
The neighbors and lost children from over the fences prying

I looked for the lawnmower the sun declared it's invitation
stating it would be staying all day in the cloudless yawn
the churn of humid chunky staining grass on boot and ankle
those rows of furry clumps running up the lawn

mother's voice echoing from the balcony
calling in the young man to hydrate thankfully
As the sun and the effort pushing took a toll
The sensation of home of a grounded soul

Youthful summer products

 


We glued our own eyes open made ourselves watch fightclub
So we went out and got piercing and neck tattoos tops even subs
Got loans so we could buy gold jewellry for our privates
we jilted out on the street attempting to share ideas

We half danced half walked half baked funky out to annoy
convincing ourselves we were spiritual at the same time devoid
somehow enlightenened yet entitled to to our sickly ignorance
we clown we vandalize and goon into contemptuous trance

The older make death threats and the younger take time off their teats
off their screens to imitate our impulsive performances in the heat
of that New york August sweat glands and pierced nipples burning
Between the skyscraping eye inflating humid sun dial turning

we modeled Tyler Durden not noticing ourselves still in herd in monocrop
wearing their clothes and their overlord brands like thin plastic sugar drops
melting in the heat of august just to become solid and empty by september
Even our vernacular sounded inauthentic our vapes cute painted embers

The glass house projectile

 It's so delicate
I recieved a bubble wrap vest
I recieved a cotton helmet
to deal with the wifi outage

People whisper in quiet song
and some look at me wrong
those feelings bruised
complaints are bellowed

each one of us accuses the other
of being that fragile marshmallow
despite the volatility under our covers

The cow next door feels your pain

 Heavy and hollow
the mouth opens no voice though
no beating heart below
a void with no utility

heart-gone-missing is it?
auditioning for a sad film
congratulate yourself on depth
comfort yourself

con yourself
placate yourself
loop everyone into your tragedy
tell me I have no fucking empathy

But I am the cow next to you
feasting on the same tasteless grain
On the aluminium above our heads
listening to the same incessant rain 

That noise you chase

I can feel you pacing forward and back theorizing
bewildered by the traffic and the advertising
spurned on by your own perpetual yearn
to be seen to be read to earn

clambering over each of us absurdly
our mild tones of color hidden in the herd
our attempts to paint the world with our words
but we are just chasing noise and echoes

So for now just flatter me with sweet compliments
get the floating ego another inch off the ground
so your sense of self can return to sleeping sound
Get that awareness turned right down


 

Gifted collegiate

 I sat with the students
each one more beautiful than I
They talked of these miraculous equations
Each student much smarter than me

seeing the way through
understanding the mysteries
while I just struggle to grasp
the simplest notions

Their fine features mesmerized me
Their flair and restraint
Their correct measures
I just keep spilling

getting the number wrong
failing the exercise
with no feedback on my error
They chalked it up to who I am

Then On my walk along the lost highway
the abandoned one
I saw my flaws in a big gift basket
I counted each and thanked god

I tried to ignore my dismay
and remember the way
back to my father's old factory
there the broom my only friend

For as their truck of school supplies past me
It squeeked and wheezed awkwardly
with the high quality arrogance
that weighted it down to the rubber

It doesn't stop

 Love doesn't just stop
and those treasures remain with us
memories that cannot be erased
parts of us unfased

It doesn't just stop
the source of pure love
this long lived vessel
cherish that realness

Love doesn't stop
it keeps going
generating it's own chemical
within us

Father those words unsaid

 You tell yourself you've said all you need to say
Then you remember loved one lost today
The hair has greyed and whitened the posture changed
The love is not gone just rearranged

where the man would ask questions and surmise
now long silences instead of responses just sighs
The energy needed to respond was less important
than the witty response he just thought of

acceptance and resignation
Like the selfish ego within myself
ignoring grief toasting my own health
To build my own life own love and wealth

The extract of sadness composed of words unsaid
Calming moving forcefully through heart and head
The will to live glitches running last hourglass sand
Losing grip on reality on sensation in the hands

reflexes and coordination
days filled with struggle
to ponder the soul's migration
post baby boom shuffle

post life and post living
post restless mind winning
words unsaid carried to Ferryman's boat
unrecognized kindness may it keep you afloat 

I see you off now Father
without a real goodbye
I grieve the pain and confusion
you felt as you died

Despite this tristful hour these cunning empty whys
I can hear you greet me cheerily from the other side

To higher domains

 In the house of knowledge
There are many rooms we enter hoping
some are just off limits we are too broken
we have been invited to the few that are open

Glee and anticipation
though learning holds it's pain
which we must share unfolding quaint
meaningless pages unfolding plain

so much to understand
Not enough teachers
The ghosts of the past fighting it out with unborn
the confusion of the present they've mixed into food

these rooms of knowledge offer those insights
to keep us following the path that is right
the way less plagued with pain
cheatcode ascension to higher domains

Sports shoes and neck tats

 The vulnerable in him weak point unrelenting
Outside he is a young man in his twenties
simulating confidence and building defences as he stews
ego needs media presence sports shoes and neck tattoos

vulgar language echidna reactions and vaping
breaking their word with others and for God saking
architects of brilliant excuses for lack of energy
absense of ambition picking sores tenderly

From the outside it's a tough exterior their tik tok flip flop
Inside they are boys carrying eggs they don't want to drop
on spoons of self identity not wide enough to stop them from shaking
Their ground not smooth enough to perform without faking

So they turn curse and bite
blame complain and fight
simulate the swagger in their approach
till the joint is but a short burnt up roach

The dry wandering beatle

 it's path is awkward and has few even surfaces
Rough pebbles and leaves that catch on the carapace
It's inch long antenna flicking and feeling out
It touches roots that rise up like mountains

It stalls there peacefully like a broken down vehicle
Its way forward impeded it's motionless body calculating
Suddenly it's body splits and wings appear unfolding
and in seconds it's in flight as the ants pretend not to notice.

Flavour Poltergeist

The flavour poltergeist
invades my sleep
shakes the images
of abrupt dreaming

Brings me to waking
from that sinister trapdoor
chaos inside
befriending me

invading my sanity
chaos perpertrated
by the flavour poltergeist
movement and fear

crashing around my bedside table
mixing sleep with panic and friction
a hotel of overwhelming laughter
fueling my bedroom ruckus

Destruction in the fervor

 The key turns somewhere
The final act of heedlessness
we became our own pests
boiling over in protest

initiating violence in militias
cooking existence
Reshaping the world severe and dire
between lines of guards and walls of fire

destruction in fervor
evacuations and rapid victims
hungry explosions
We became our own exterminators

The orp faction

 orp that tiny group
novelty people soup
catch phrase humm
simulated laughter

agreeable memes content in absence
icons and avatars without essence
cuteness and acceptance
surprise at little things

Diamond of curiosity
what enchantment simple minds conjure
These cakes have too much sugar
this hair too much dye through it

this skin too many tatoos

Never camp there

 Tricky in the sticky trees
mouth and face drawn like an elf
Shade and foliage block dawn itself
Part of me wants to run quickly

supernatural overfed in this tiny dank valley
it's unpredictable conundrum uncanny
It's peculiar vibrations looming there
cunning invisible tongue for fear

A nose for the twilight sour
teeth for first darkness rich
claws in the witching hour
Dead dismembered in a ditch

The sunset criminal

 furtive afternoon blue

The sun bhind clouds but the sky exposed

searching for an address

Long street that continued over everything

no matter what

furtive glances into each house
The lost the found the occupied
Cars that pull up to the stop sign

The time disappearing into the sky

The sun has given up for the day

wandering off behind the mountains

what was popular in their minds

They opened the gates and speculated

I the stranger in teh reception of furtive glances
These are the ones that tickle and test the eye contact
some look away and others are ruled over by curiosity

The sun's last attempt now making a play through the window

Moving away and congratulating the onset of clouds 

like a politician does the police after a riot

Empty street so edible to my eyes

so colorful I want crime

Order in those bones

 that shine that invisible shine
morning when demons and angels are fighting it out
light hasn't descended wings and swords create the silence
This prayer brings me into alignment

Fo the wishes and hopes so disconnected
wounded animals crawling in the forest at night
behind the mountain a dozen different predators
smell that blood and hear those pleadings 

Slaughter those that are too far gone
feed the rest strengthen them
Hide in the trees sharpen claws
so after those devoured brothers have caused lethargy in the beasts

you can jump down together and put order into their bones

Love for the dwarf

 looking up for he was only two feet tall
His bride was ready to travel yet he stalled
Not looking into my eyes but her's with rage
water clearly getting in the way of his message

I never wanted to be the bringer of pain
yet everytime i take it all away
you go digging into those things so grave again

He finally resigned as agony in his small body 
disallowed him from protest and overworry
many asked how a woman like this could love such a man
stature and ailments haunting him since the day he learned to stand

I never wanted to be the bringer of pain
yet everytime I take it all away
You go digging into those things so grave again

We left but the coach was damp from last night's raining
madame didn't peep but the curtains moved plainly
The horses stirred as my arm raised the whip
She cried into that tall glass just so I could take a sip

That dirty hive of a house

 Street kids overpacked the corner house
stained cheeks grins and old light
conversation and jokes for dinner
but no food

Cops will be here in a week or two
And some of us will never meet again
but for now survival binds us
Our trauma and fight and flight

Our ignorances and streetsmarts
interacting into the wee hours
something soft to lay my head on
a can of conserved vegetables

The antidote to familiarity

 On the way back from excitement
the organized destination connected to the sensitive heart
The familiarness and solid predictability of your original home
The way it comes to your mind the way it cries

When your gone and so far away how it appeals for your return
The way it promises you those comforts that seem intangible in strange lands
Familiarness is not just seeing the same four walls and open garden
The family remain turtle shell glued emotionally and psychologically huddled

Their faces their words and gestures warming up a certain contentment inside you
Here where I am far from that sense of contentment less about the known
So far away from where you've been this strangeness just a novelty
you've caught briefly in your hands but floats away

Not an introspection
Or even an effort in observation
just a slight distraction the grinding edges of the ordinary
The collateral effects of more of that same thing

words

 Words are squeeze jelly 
transparent and sometimes coloful
wild and oily
these words

The goose chase

 I looked up father
some feign laughter to please your attempts at humor
So I'll swap you a smile
I asked your advice in earnest those pearls of wisdom

You sent us on our way
The campervan broke down
Your advice was always certain
these unmatching dinky holiday maker's tents

You sent us on a goose chase we happily drove
benefitting from each little accident or problem
Hope I thanked you effort driven old man
hammer and nails lets build something

for all of our flaws and our silly distractions
Thought I'd have a decade to see you off but it wouldn't be so
Thought I'd see you one more time instead we're bereft
No amount of prayer no, no hope to see you off

Division between us all
Unreasonable words
goosechase memories
a day in thin ambitions

Warped dedication to the road

 These tangled journeys humble me
jumbled junctions overcrowded thoughts
blocking traffic on the street of decision
Lampost duplication grid loop underground commute

Rules so repeated signs so imposing
No exits and freeways that encourage speed
Impulsiveness hand sweat on the steering wheel
Just cells inside of vehicles moving them around

The unconscious blood of the universe forming 
inside this self supporting megalopolis sphere

Like life just appears

 Life gave us hunger
hell life gave us an appetite
lapping up the drops
scraping for crumbs

your shallowest points

At it's height
the heart and stomach beat
for so many useless whims
we were delivered

Life invented us somehow
gave us this game of survival
at it's shallowest points we're still hanging on
At it's highest point ambition

Life gave you so much
marinating in your thoughts
roasting your options
you are delivered

Tonulus bay

 We could see the long pier running down alongside the bay.
The odd orderly phoenix palm and concave stately buildings
golden light overtook the tone of the coastal city and the buildings reaching out
the sea wall not a meter high but so uniformly straight it gave a feeling of safety

Large black sharkfin shaped rocks protruded from the shallows in the bay
appearing in strange pairs with no percievable purpose or application
The sand from the inland desert made the haze yellowish grey still
The static view of everything on that peopleless port was comforting

It seemed like existance could just be
could just check on itself and check out
Observe the world and all that is in it
In a fury of satisfaction that human themselves could never measure

What had built the small city or it's relevance to it's desert filled country was unclear
But the sandy breeze that hazed over the light and gave everything a salty flavor told me it was heaven
or atleast at the lower rungs of it clinging to some other much loftier realm up higher

The possession of John grieves

 we tracked the criminal down in a side street. He wasn't afraid he seemed to dare us to shoot him.
I told him to give himself up. He got into the rusty old car before we could stop him. We followed him through the city. He almost gave us the slip, then he slowed on purpose as if he wanted us to catch him.
He made no sense. I told my partner Ralph to hold off on calling for back up.
We came out onto green open spaces near mitch ridge open county school.
He drove up onto the curve churning the grass up down to dark brown mud. 
The sun's poweful rays at the angle it was capturing it all like a kind of movie set. I braked and My partner and I exited our vehicles with guns drawn. The man on his knees, hands held high, his head slightly prostrate, but we could see the desperate grin on his face.
Some teachers and the headmaster raced down to see the commotion. We told them to hold back. 
The man said his name was John Grieves and that he had gone to this school. My partner protested, said he had also gone to this school. He said the man didn't look like the John grieves he knew.
I told my partner to forget it so we could get him cuffed, in the car and into a cell before he did anymore damage.
So I cuffed the man. But before I could lift him up, my partner asked him what year he was from.
The man said ninety six. And my partner balled his fists, saying it was his year. He said the man was lying. The subject just seemed too sensitive for my partner.
I almost had the man in the back of the cruiser. When the principal appeared out of nowhere with the yearbook.
My partner took it off his hands before the principal could even speak, saying that he could guarantee noone with John's appearance or name would be found in there.
I told him this was unacceptable, but as he was already scanning the pages of his year I let it go.
My partner Ralph looked up, staring accusingly at the principal. He asked him where his picture was. Saying he had a yearbook at home with a clear picture of himself. The principal said that it was strange because he knew Ralph well. John our perpertrator began a very unnatural bout of giggling.
"Look at the face where yours used to be, it's mine." John grieves said.
Sure enough there was a picture of John grieves in his long fine wavy hair and demented grin looking back out of that small frame on the page. The problem was the face wasn't that of a teenager, it was his current face, as if the photo had been taken a minute ago. A man of almost thirty.
As my partner Ralph uttered angry sighs of disbelief, a tear fell from his eye.
It hit the page but instead of a drop of salty liquid, it was a dusty ball that broke into tiny feathers as it hit the paper of the yearbook. I looked up as if some kind of joke was being played on us.
The principal was sprinting away as if the pin on a grenade had been pulled. His legs moving quicker than an animal in fright. John was staring at my partner's face leaning into him to expecting something to happen. 
My partner's head suddenly jolted up and I could see the eye from which the tear came out of was bulging and white, Pulsating with a dark shape floating inside it.
Just a white colorless blob, a pouch like thing that was growing out of it. which suddenly fell onto the page.
It was a membraine with a small birdlike embryo inside it.
It pulsated as Ralph screamed and screamed.
I could feel his raspy screams coming from the back of my own throat.
I tried to calm him, but his other eye began transforming. His screaming died down as his mouth started to close up. Then I started to scream against my own will. John our suspect was inspecting the embryo with his fingers.
My scream changed tone to something more birdlike. I stopped screaming and tried to talk.
My voice reverberated like the chirping of a bird.
At this the suspect John smiled in glee. The second membraine pouch fell from Ralph's eye socket almost bouncing on the yearbook. Ralph's body slumped to the ground, the skin on his face prickly like a defeathered chicken.
I pulled my gun and tried to fire. But my finger had already started transforming.
My arms and legs weakened. I was losing consciousness. John grieves took the gun from my claw like hand and started walking away, I too slumped. The shape of John Grieves slowly exiting my closing field of vision. Everything blurred, thus I was gone before I could say goodbye. 

  

Are you that dead trunk?

 The dead trunk holds onto the healthy tree
Not dancing like the branches with the leaves on
Not shading the ground like the rest be
While the body is strong

There's one arm out skeleton and foreign
it's bark discolored patchy and lichen infested
Not truly alive yet not completely dead
How many of you out there are a dead trunk?

Sages of the mountain temples

 Sages sit between these burning fire pits in the temple
Their wisdom is tangible in lightening in their auras
Witnesses have new life in their eyes new dreams
Part ofteh truth that hunts kills and consumes demons

Sages whose life pain rages hotter like volcanic storms
These are the stoked firepits burning until sweat forms
Upon them under their warm cloaks salt and water
Their sweat now substituting their tears of years before

The villages below recieve their rain
Their lightening
And in the strong gale their laughter

Building on the high hill

 The chin is a cliff face avoiding fear
Look to the heavy rock fixed up there
Raindrops have fallen like seconds in minutes
wearing the rock face paler  cracked and finite

It is not time or rain wearing you down
Counting those miles to work car bound
And those cents off your debt a pity
Your rent in the shimmering city

Your house in that valley
In the shadow that God made
You want to build another story
That might peak over the holy shade

Build again on the high hills
Virtue catch up follow still
tangled in those fences behind us
We jumped and they fell first

Swimming in history

 short life for us to fuse it
Short midgets bathed in the classic music
swamps of  those old times touch
accumulating pride won't you speak up

switching communication styles
Almost foreign wild
Guides and keys to the locks
The boutique of flowers

Life is syrup 
wading through it
sweet every footstep forward
rhyme me until reward

Rex and the race to matrimony

 Rex ran this way and that below the willows loads
Avoiding the wooden coach wheels across the valley road 
On the low hill where the ceremony will be thrown
Mesmerizing colors of the doors and windows

Rex sprinted under the wagon missing the wheel by inches
The bride took her first step out of the wagon
The dog chomped through the stitches
Half of it left downward sadly sagging

The groom chased and chased and returned empty handed
muddy and disgraced
The priest stood alone under the pergola a look of distaste
distant barking as the wedding dog Rex continued to race

when eyes don't open

 Breathe life into this shade
I move to each empty room
vanishing sparks of life
I hold my eyes and hear the frequency

I open the window the blurry brighntess fills
What I cannot see before me
That certain light
I may only feel upon my skin

it holds me like a blanket
Permits me to walk
The bengal stick to find my way
the world in shadow

the mind in light

Fazemos oração a partir das pessoas

Fazemos oração a partir de pessoas

Pelo sagrado reinado da ação
erguendo essas vítimas das drogas, da pobreza e de si mesmas
o Invencível com empatia e compaixão
manifesta seu sacrifício

Pela mente de boa vontade e inteligência espiritual
elevando nossas vidas medíocres, reabastecendo os que estão vazios
enviando-nos adiante para acreditar na bondade que carregamos
e naquilo que podemos doar de nós mesmos aos outros

Onde está sua falsa fonte de cura?
Há quanto tempo você bebe dessa água?
Somente pelo santo reinado da ação
há alguma cura para esses tantos males

Aqueles que elevam outras pessoas
que lhes devolvem lugar e visão
com esperança e entendimento
destroem a apatia que se agarra aos seus ossos

Carlos Cabral Vieira, o ritmo de doar
na abundante Bahia onde a pobreza ainda vive
Raimunda dos Santos, cultivando e renovando pessoas
onde o caos e a adaptação têm ferrões e dentes

We make prayer from people
 
Through the sacred reign of action
raising these victims of drugs poverty and themselves
the Overpowering with empathy and compassion
his sacrifice manifest

Through the mind of good will and spiritual intelligence
raising up our mediocre lives refueling those on empty
sending us forward to believe in the goodness we carry
and that which we can give of ourselves to others

Where is your false fountain of healing?

how long have you drunken the water from there?
Only through the holy reign of action
Is there any cure for these dozen ailments

Those individuals that raise people up
That give them their place and sight
with hope and understanding
destroying the apathy that clings to your bones


Carlos cabral vieira the rhythm of giving
In the abundant Bahia where poverty still lives
Raimunda dos santos growing and renewing people
where chaos and adaption have stings and teeth

Florisvaldo-A fantasma de Cabo Bruno

 He turned down death street in rolling maverick
four cops in he back loading that abrupt mosquetao 
Hoarding the sort of hate that burns the stomach lining
That goodbye countdown window unwinding

surrounded the happy go lucky
The easy the easy just getting hard
cocaine slingers and charity beats prechurch squatter alleys
Against the wall burn the drugs pump bodies with bullets

the roar of the mosquetao to extinguish life
muddy graves no paperwork
souls grouped over that barren land
the silent samba of death

look into the eyes of Florisvaldo
the fire storm of violence coming over simpletons
dimebag dealing skinny legged youths caught with ink
No funeral just a debt of hard deep pain and grief

sweet negligence and hate easy easy simple
mesmerizing the drinker and bringing on
a string of consequences the changing colors of the opala
The barrel the order the abandoned body

The swirling void of pain and grief hidden behind vulgar music
evangelics narcotics and tittilating carnaval floats

Apothecary tongue

 I took the river walk to the apothecary
youth and elderly mixed into me saturated
tiny pills and creatures stacked in the wooden stands
distracted as we check labels some holding life together

nonnegotiable nostrum
give yourself a bill of health a reason for hope
awkwardly hobbling up the path to the next hill
With the east you pop a pill or a drop

The water in the creek is dark
Not from dirt but from depth
The strange evolution into middle age
the skin reflects the ills and years

give me these pills and creatures
who'll keep me fresh as the valley floor

Faint immiscibility

 that drop of oil falls and blends and spreads across the surface of my life
tiny pieces of a unit pulled out into a thousand parts differing in size and roundness
impacting my brain as I attempt to count each little one wishing them back into the drop
The process is not reversible in this cup of water in this cup of life

The drop of chaos drops into your daily routine forcing it's impositions upon the feel
upon the morning and afternoon adding too much sugar not quite enough
satisfaction sits somewhere in the brain and the gut like a loose smooth God
waiting for your offerings so open curtains and serve yourself from this day

The drop of oil that splashes into the glass and ruins your drink
separating like a big bang escaping the cotton to absorb it
leaving every aspect of life uncontrollably random
unprocessed and raw not consumable

That drop of chaos in the explosion
mortar breaking the shopfronts and layered streetsigns
daily life sends us as lame beggers brainwashed to seek relief
Brainwashed to seek control even as it's out of our hands 

I drank through it

 The alcohol sat in my stomach and it was acceptable
the walk home was a bruise and sweaty nightmare
vomiting and remembering an insult from the night at the pub
the grass treated me as foreign and the moon smiled sarcastically

pavement gave me a wink streetlight was a good listener
hangover would linger for the horrid next morning
deepening those pangs of desperation and empty meaninglessness
slowly losers made their way back to the glass

filling it up with excuses a well rounded self deception
a sabotage vintage early 2000s
back into the thick and happy state
health'll get the bill

I continued that drunk weekend existence
intoxicated somewhere awaiting the next drink
my identity fragile outside of the jovial mask
throwing vulgar and humor into piss puddles

unrecognisable feigning charming

liquid to gas

Becoming the swamp mists here in  the 1970s
surging up as a thousand cobras from the murky waters
the thick moist vegetation there was something real
yet unseen by the human eye

Crawling through the rice fields before dawn
consuming stray cattle and small mammals
The under sheer merciless moonlight
The ritual of the transformation continued

Wings formed and long talons
Taking flight and devouring night buzzards
freezing in those heights kilometers high
Becoming the night mists here in the 2030s

The formulas of certainty

 I couldn't doubt my own mind
A drop of methylene blue dispersing
on the surface of the aquarium water
soothes I wouldn't doubt it

the painkillers that went down in the torrent
glass passing lips and flooding mouth and throat
seek solid states of mind between the events
those formulas that destroy equilibriums

Those imaginary ones we can't hold
betraying us as they make their way blooming
into bright prolific untruths leading us further
misleading us with fragrance and beauty

so deep now I wouldn't doubt it
Under your delicate skin
a drop of me dispersing
On your surfaces

the opiates that dove down into you
resurfacing in vibrating euphoria
refusing to play that game of control
formulas of behaviour that ensure balance

In each phase of loving the cave mind

 Deep in the cavern mind
something hovers inside clearly glistening
meditating and bringing it's force together
each phase of the day in the hand

each phase of the month a framed canvas
Paint it's taken a year to mix
is the color going to live up to your sexual desire
the motor oil to stain your whites

Deep in the cavern mind
have you misunderstood
It takes a lot of focus
each minute of the hour

each phase of the moon
slow dreams spark those pools of fire and uncertainty
forming this erotic imagery that somehow works
The fuel to feed that cavern mind

The eyes of the past

 The past looked at me with it's train light eyes
looking into me with a thousand statements
some of them true

How we sour and move 
sour and move

How we grow and resign to it all
grow and resign

pieces of moving architecture
just excuses to spend and comment
how you reassure

on the treatise of a solid society
one that won't just
get pulled out from under you

The past sat across from me and played it's hand
the bluffs were extraordinary I swear I'm impressed
Those soft cheeks and innocent accusations

How we cling to youth cling to youth
sour and move grow and resign

Pieces of you sewn to convention
obeying and adoring 
feeling the years

how we resist the new trends
pretending we never followed them
bluffing our way through

tricking no one
and only just decieving ourselves
moving sourly in resignation

Right now those eyes meet mine
when I look into them
eyes of accusation

The high Auckland lights

 The highway did it's best to carry me to the center city
Old industrial labrynths had become my home
The sensation is built of rejection and shame it is exile
wastelands and warehouse space

The cities warm cafes and need for attention
as desperate as today grouped narcisists
sufferers whose misery found words and pages
wanting to be someone

highway bridges positioned over the hundred suburbs
bathed in light coming from the highest lamposts
unnaturely high and lofty pointing the way
yet unattainable

Not the wrist nor the eye

 The sun leapt through art class
The lines on the teachers face
The charcoal sketch wanting more
not satisfying the wrist nor the eye

The date was perfectly formed paining exquisitely
I was the abstract attempting surreal and vise worser
I was the lack of a story trying to manifest on paper
Water colored hormones clouding the path ahead

enthusiasm was a sweet opiate conjured by simple looks
and some sort of magic poured out of hands
sacred stains and evidence of perception
oh elegant failure

The sun touched Rebeccas face
day dreams swung into lines and color
morning sun observing shyness and approval seeking
Unaware of the power of our own organs

life played them as we attempted to create art
where was my power of interpretation

The river nettle

 The stinging nettle was only a kilometer from the river's end
The boy had no signs about him small town had hidden them
the path went from the highway that no longer exists through
to the beach area where sports and accomodation tried to

we put our hands in stinging nettle for lack of a plan
the river water cold and unable to relieve our stinging hands
up the way his isolated house stood like a cartoon box
His parents devout and pale enough to evoke shock

Other parents neurotic busybodies in rush to leave impact
Stinging nettle had it's own purpose and blessing compact
the clueless wanderer soon learned of the leaf's barb's sting rate
Parents and illusions age and disappearing tidal pools evapourate

Their rules once gave us structure like margins of a river
keeping us from that bushy stinging nettle pain giver
keeping us from our own treacherous hands

I need to use the restroom

 The classroom was a bathroom
The house was a factory
The teacher was a woman with second sight
and she envied envied envied

Construction man Danny farm raised
was learning how to break and enter thiss special house
Climbing the thick vine toward that bathroom window
so that we may teach them all something

toilets and urninals have become sacred shrines
Instead of small windows the whole wall was a big pane of glass
where the outdoor working employees that came and went
would watch you fondly and without judgement

through the vine and up into the window
drenched dressing gown running tap and weird carpet
The classroom was a bathroom

The hollow realm you reside

 hollow body I am just outward fleeing
hallowed and banned from being
surface walls of a person their cheerful smile 
not believeable but just enough to get by for a while

for what do people believe in nowadays anyway
Conveniently assembled half truths positioned on plasic bunch of grapes
Yet I am hollow there's nothing left inside me but these words trying to escape
they come out in a torrent escaping from me as if I was a realm and they were fleeing pleabians

are you one of those words in a glance
panic pushing and kicking give yourself a fighting chance
Realizing it's no longer paradise that truth advances hollow and hallowed and lacking substance
and people's exaggerated myths distance look up at the soft earth of heaven the towers now glance
and even inside this trance that you can't escape, change or evolve to be worthy for once

Red torch bandit

 Joined village
Saint Catherine
the valueless obligations
a criminal is born

redlight torch
isolated couples
opportunity soup
stolen cars chop shops

murder and abduction
red lit attack curtains ripped
Monster of a man plotting
perpertrating evil

300 year sentence
clown served thirty
Out jaded and exposed
Into a bar where his reps long dead

each lead pellet from the shotgun
piercing mercilessly into him
thirty minutes of agony
each story of pain relived

Those young too young

 Between two dimensions
Euphoric unions
Ritual and ceremony
Life's consensual accord

dancing feathers
flicking over each other
dancing inside restless wings
uncertain times

tumultuous moments
schism and negative feedback
anger resentment estrangement
self delusion self deception

Between the sheets
alone colder somehow
solitude friends' oversympathizing
Attempts at forgetting

plastacene double dates
predicable talking points
drinks with stupid names
hangovers stabbing your pangs of infatuation

Those moments in images
clear and visceral
oblivion focuses them
instead of destroying them

Those feathers falling away from each other
floating in separate directions taken by winds of lust
driven far confused and blind separated
awakened in the unfamiliar mud of the mind and spirit 

A hum in the gloom

 The hum of your love in the air
hours after it flew through sensational care
radiating through the bedroom ceiling
returning after sleep and zapping around

the hum of your life and love
I'll admit woke me from deepest sleep
Left me troubled Dawn locked out
Yesterday a casualty

The hum of your love helps me live
Tender presence unseen unlimited
unlocked and liberated
While human time bleeds out

I stare at the rock

 The rock face pale grey
lit up just enough by the clouds of he day
Expressing something urgent and frightening
Clouds part yet more cloud hides underneath

white scratches and fine cracks
The rock face communicates it's recent past
It looks at me like a mirror out here in the mountains
scattered desires like isolated mature trees

clinging to the slopes under the rockface
And what is the emergency what invisible tragedy takes place
As I stare at the rock face for evidence thick stubborn cloud watches
Time clicks on and my eyes harden trying to read the rock face

a secret somewhere inside the heavy granite
My eyes cannot drill into it

the caffeine miracle

 On the second floor balcony
sun blinding finding it's way through hands and eyelids
here we seek leisure caffeine and the novelty of pet time
waitresses wear their vests and formal pants

Their smiles and practice at the word no need work
The first floor muggy cramped and electric
nerves and anxiety running through foodtrays
veins out to hands that serve us

sunset forms like a birth in the sky
between hills sinking low
magical breeze stirring
a miracle

Burden off these shoulders

 relaxed
The fire died down
Blaming disappeared
Tension moves out

chilled out and smooth
No more of that worry
dropped the stress
freedom tastes

Shade spirit of the midnight train

 The midnight train passed through the south of the city
Those patches of rough hardy forest where decades of junk and trash
formed hills and valleys between the trees and no place was as solitary
There she lived the ghost of bright emily in the darkest shade of day
and the living darkness of the night that weaved sheets down from canopies

absorbed fear from wayward homeless seeking shelter
distorting sound and light sewing disorientation over them
a low humm that emits from the earth after the train passes
An alarm bell that wakes the darkness and old emily
still in the form of a young woman replaying a cheerful loop

Horrifying for the onlooker who sees her pale skin and wide smile
and knows in their gut that what stands before them has already lived
has already died and is only semi aware of the world and it's changes
They run from the area and the girl sings in the dark of her loneliness
shrill tones that chase out curious teenagers in sheer fright

When she sees me she beams and tells me
The railway lines are sacred giving her the magnetism
to exist in the darkness and isolation within the empty southern city
The eyes spark and the smile curves inside your mind despite the darkness
who was this person stuck out here on these forest mounds

will she protect this sacred land for me?

Refused

 A visit in the cold rain
emotion on the face
dripping down like tears
the knuckles knock 

The door doesn't open
thus the umbrella remains spread
The cherry blossom hasn't opened
winter and old age glue thoughts together

A curtain flops from the window
The door opens hosts faces are radars
monitors reading every sign
you have been evaluated

They make a polite excuse
leave you out in the mist and rain

The wood of life

 Sitting on God's bench
my human putty face beaming out
I am a piece of this human game
we wind up confused by the many ways

wood splits and in there I find peace
the afternoon sun reflects itself
all over my path
blessed be

I find these fields full
I feel these wounds have healed
I want to become sharpest 
sword in the armory

as blunt as I am
behind and owing much
the honest accounting
shows my shameful reality

wood splits and christ forms me again
my ambitions and desires these comic distractions
all over my path
blessed be

I pray that the little I am
will suffice

Those dregs

 He believes in the dregs
in what people are without awareness
Worshipping the victim
Instead of empowering them to change

he believes the dregs and down trodden
are the best of us
Am I dregs does he believe in me
was he ahead during the confusion

who is keeping he score
at the bottom of the bottle
those last swigs is one for me
will I become something fizzy and worthwhile

wa down here

Igor that stickler

 Igor the silent
The stoic the word frugal
the robust
our underlying leader

Igor the silent like a rock
A heavy thing underground
or completely camouflaged
always present

incredible and consistant
can I live up to that
can I become this example one day
use all of my god given might to be

To be humanly machine
To believe in strength and act
Uncaring of idealogy
solid and trustworthy

You carry that shame well

 I had to carry the shame through the mall
They read it on my face on the sacks
Jeers on the street that found their way
into my inner dwelling for insecurities

Through the airport they looked on
eyes searching for contraband on my body
analyzing every shape size and color on me
reading deep into me like you do right now

dwelling desires half hanging out of me
your machine laughter their glued on eyes
My mistakes collected in a basket
each one visible between the cane

I might as well be naked
regretting my decision to even attempt
held down and presented out of proportion
Now free yet exposed and disapproved of

Coffee at half twelve

 outside the factory working in the clutter
The green hose of the filter the wool and stones
The big fiber sacks clumsy and overflowing
on smooth concrete floors

Coffee we begged for
and useless conversation
the meaningless talk
that fostered illusions

young minds consumed
yet nothing was brewed
mother pointed out the chaos
the work was being done

yet all on different timelines
so no lunch no coffee
no illusions 

Lost wallet

 Down the hill from the main event were aunts and uncles
feasting next to the great auditorium under midday sun
Losing themselves in mouthfuls of food
their very personalities disappearing to make room for more

And after stuffed there was indeed some silence
had they been dilluted by the sheer quantity of food
yes unfortunately aunt teardrop walked back up the hill
her wallet could no longer fit in her jacket pocket

falling out and down the hill
It rolled into my hands uncle teardrop burst out
he said That's my wife's it has her whole life in it
it is her

we heard a scream and aunt teardrop feeling her wallet gone
fell screaming down the grassy hill heart attack raging

Those wedding woes

 And in the house of celebration the planning continued
Everymind was adjusted like drone bees
Presents and decorations were stacked up between lethargic bodies
The bride was exhausted organizing and trying to please

On the sofa staring up at her befuddled husband
disapproval didn't have enough time to hide
So the man stirred and left as dozens of cousins
made themselves at home

bouquets and candles
gowns and food parcels
for the chaos of love
a few hours of simulated order

Rural confinement

 A flimsy fence stands between me and a the rural village
Yellow and white cheerful looking houses
welcoming warm breakfast smells
One imagines smiles and waves

Two children ride their bikes
One of them in his red and yellow suit
the faint attempt at a smile
they pass the cattle crush

There are no paved paths for their bikes
and the main road is just a stoney vein
One of them will leave this place
This small town

Into the ferns

 I skip over the puddle on the forest track
Then my legs sprint as nightfall comes
and my surroundings will turn pitch black
I can still make out the ferns and shrubs

hugging the track under the canopy
I slow down and stop in a clearing
Beds of bracken and a dark shadowy entrance
ahead on the other side 

There is no escape
There is no way back
darkness will soon flood in
safety will escape me

The sun that stayed all night

 big sun tonight
I had a few steps to take
To get across the cave
to see the sun flexing tonight

whisps of tomorrow
still hangingin the sky
like old party ornaments
not yet put away

Big sun shining out
killing the dark
The hose of fire
The blessing blinding

whisps of my destiny
held up to the flames of the night
Like marshmallows on sticks
semi melted ready to enjoy

The Dell and O

 
the dog round round
The dell dew and glare
the trick tell in light
bright eyes excited

running in the long grass
hardly see the pddock
or that angry horse
the delly O the tally ho

the dog bark muffled
the rabbit hole raffle
to tell ye whole
story of the hound

the farmer silly farmer
The Delio

Circular stairwell

 Those wooden sisters
those wooden stairs
the baked clay dirt outside
Under the drought of a thousand days

I call out the large fast growing pine
That has kept up with the pace of the stairwell
That wooden stair rounded circular twisting upward
To help him climb to his bedroom at the top

Sleep off those long warm afternoons
The dry yellow clay ground compacted not a blade of grass
My father looked down through the lightly tinted clean window
His eyes searching for a son or a pet

To keep his mind from the swirling staircase
Sunlit days long mornings eternal afternoons in slumber
bathing in the liquid of memory

Morning soup

 Morning soup and who are you
clouds disperse the sun agrees
obedient skies
encourage people out of houses

Morning soup
the ladel full
fog like steam 
burned off by a warming

haze seasoning
lingering
before day is broth
and buttered bread

soft hands

 wandering off freedom like water
finding a bush a grassy lawn a sunny corner
crawling crawling just a toddler
well when will i have legs

discovery of the permanent and impermanent
the limits of permission and behaviour
it all blends and tickles the new mind
the fresh jelly brain slowly forming

From the common sparrow
To the poisonous insect and arachnids
soft hands will learn hard memory will form

They love the night life

 midnight squirmed and shop shelters shut
The popular street people who had not transformed into
sub human junkies yet were loitering in the pale night air
just enough streetlight to guide them through

empty pale blues just like one thick jug of phantom juice 
sprayed out over the city slowly covereing everything
desperate empty harrowing yet not quite noticeable to the youths
The youths enters a bar thinking themselves predators

yet when fully inside there seemd to be a catalyst in the incense
that drove their Lsd trips and hormones into a swirl of fear addrenaline
and mud packed humidly suffocating confusion
They grabbed chairs as if falling off cliffs

attempted sitting falling sideways
where laughter had once emitted now gasps of shock took hold
pushing their minds to the limits of vertigo and private terror
Once they were adjusted their grins and bluster tormented into submission

The band opened up with some kinky orange light like a hippy's lounge
fizzling with fanta walls and hot lava lamps boiling in the veins of the youths
stirring their unsettled stomachs and living waking nightmares
The strings and drums and vocals threw their minds around

with force and speed until they started to feel their very identities start to bubble and melt
The cold fear they were disappearing from the inside out contrasted with the burning melting
Into sweet sadistic rhythms which reminded them of the suffering they'd pushed on others
Now invisibly belted into this furious little boutique bar where the band ripped through reality

melodies and lyrics that pulled at their sanity and forced light heart attacks
That the drumbeat emulated accelerating and slowing simultaneously with
They yelled help a few times but their voices just came out as emotionally fueled bravos 

Dresden fire storm

 The glowing such so, the falling might
sliced the churches fire rising, now ambushed inside
sleep locked in the enemy humm
feel loosened from targets...  these shells fell sure sudden

 The tar in our seeing that low sir sire
pliers unashamed enforcing our rules
Quite done in the leer rampart
uncheer long sum felt like sling... feel loosened from targets

these shells fell sure sudden

My hell switch clinging
so fast the twin force
Eye licking from target
My lens are lost

The still hit first hoist
fly wash balm
I'm walking on fire
It's an often shoeless dance  

Marathon

 the messenger
with his basic language
knowing the land and roads
knowing the king's reactions

spending weeks on those empty roads
The long knife his only company
scrolls his burden
a strange virtue

when wolves would not howl
lonliness screamed
and the messenger was still
A moving part of the countryside

ears at night and during daylight his eyes
A hooded phantom between kingdoms

The pleb that rises

 Life must slay you
Hack you open and let you bleed out
Life must strike you before you are granted permission
Life must be given your sacrifice

Anger stirs in the heads of the lackers
in others the void only allows complacency
Life must inspire you
if not the subtle betrayal will destroy you

Not in rapid glory
but in slow demise
We all pray to see the nonchalance to turn to sheer panic
Slowly realizing the scared gift was wasted

The pleb that rises is a God
The well fed young that fall are less than imps
And their struggle tripled
The pleb that rises is a god

Beyond the paddocks of my home

 I met my opposing self
he owned those spaces beyond
He ate emotions of every flavor
he built himself on them

I just eyes, just the observing haunting force
exposed to his glory upon glory
His life force fire layered over fire
In the castle of good will and greatness

Villages clinging to the base of the castle
like sucklings clinging to teet
desperate for any connection
evolving and prospering

I just eyes over the place
all the vision yet just an empty haunting force
Their blessings tangible clouds of blue dust
That penetrated wall and floor

My opposing self nodded in every direction
his gratitude power and ambition infinite
neutrality deep strength and overpowering articulation of nature
The good obeys the bad is oppressed in unimaginable torture

This has built paradise, the sinful the dirt
The prideful the spires
The virtuous life between

That blue sunset veda

 the skies closed and our rations ran out
we looked up to the mount
warm streams ran out of it's summit
like transparent blood

we were lost to the elements
ragged and struggling to navigatethe rockfaces
The wind leapt into motion our atrocity
The childish attempt at grandeur

it turned us back and we were forced to return
base camp was gardens and ancient archways
We were locked out of castle grounds
blue sunset cold and intimidating

dancing between the clouds
mocking our presence
Closing the gates
closing the sky

stitching it all up
leaving us as lepers at the steel bars|

The surgical thank you

 Her upset face
the long silent pauses
and the distinct residue of contempt
Like a blush breaking out over her face

and how appropriate we said
She almost changed gear
but the stick crunched on her pout
Stubborn snobby lips and deflated smile

we passed over the card
entered the pin awaiting a curseword
yet she managed a thankyou
We almost had to call an ambulance to extract it

The Killage(kilij)

  Curved like the destiny of a raging advancing empire
A powerful slashing motion outward through armor
The carbon steel obedient and welded in water cooled
as if the thing escaped hell itself

to find a hand to use it's power extinguishing adverseries
swiping between shields and weapons
painting the battle field in deep reds
snapping out and recoiling as the cobra

Öfkeli ve ilerleyen bir imparatorluğun kaderi gibi kıvrılmış
Zırhı yaran güçlü bir savurma hareketi
Karbon çeliği itaatkâr, suda soğutularak kaynaşmış
Sanki cehennemin kendisinden kaçıp gelmiş gibi

Gücünü kullanacak bir el arar, düşmanları yok etmek için
Kalkanlar ve silahlar arasında süzülerek
Savaş alanını koyu kırmızılara boyar
Bir kobra gibi aniden atılıp geri çekilerek

that bite of the truth.

 grand illusions
do not haunt me
The bare bones friction
The hard rejections

I need these truths
the joys of delusion
accompany the cursed
don't count me among

squirt your bitter reality
Bleed it before the deathroes

Time clings to the early dog walker

 up ahead the old man and his dog walked back toward their home
the ghost of teh past and the future leading and following
overlapping them without them seeing
making their motion look ghostly

But each person moves like this
with a little of their past following
a little of their future guiding
overlapping them invisibly

And in the distance as the day mist evapourates
You can make out the shapes of the people
Their regrets and hopes holding them back
leading them on it's all pure sustenance for motion

that oli oli ozler

 Oli Ozler comes out on a sizzler
fifty degrees in the breezy fuzzy sweaty
water under the knees
None to access readily

He came across the desert fox caught him and cooked him
a whizzler it fizzled fur melting in drabs and dribbling
Ozler crueled out his bong slurped izzling
praying from drizzle with the twizzle eyes

dry throat and munchies cozy ozy ozler
thrizzle wuzzle burning people's muzzles
Life's a dance it's a puzzle
how much can you get away with

heaven in the distance

 Heaven glowed in the distance
Only a few millenia to go Christopher
Just recall those centuries of sties beasts
The jeering farmers

Now we have the willow river pear
the piece of fruit that grants us salvation
beyond our subtle righteousness
fools at the outset united under a few ideals

leaving the yarners there the lost territories
tailored to sway the purgotory boys and girls
back into it's sourly sewn realm
Now we can see heaven sparkling just up ahead

The impossible bottle

 I was only little attempting to live as a child
attempting to learn yet I felt as nothing
the discardable expendible waste of teacher's time
I was only trying they looked past me

toward the automatics
Big grey halls where no warmth could accumulate
threats and pressure were to make us 
into people of value

the holes inside their hearts
and behind their eyes
for they didn't see me in the apple
just the browning edge insect injected

wanting needing coming up short
squalid stench ridden begger
hear me croak for my lunch
recite the meaningless lines

the ones that fade from memory as certain as tomorrow
have they succeeded in boring a hole into me
leaving me hollow in the heart and behind the eyes
their one million quips

My desire to know the world no less destroyed
my desire to know what it is made of
getting gumboot muddy in the swamps
sunstroke in the deserts and bewitched in the forests

How I'd like to come back and put you in a bottle
observe you, stick a label 
and leave you on the mantel
Of some derelict grey museum

Begging the wind

 fluttering down from the winter tree
the last to hang on through autumn
The dry wind sucked the juice
outta that stubborn petiole

The float down is a rosey existance
No envy for the camelia that stays glossy year round
or for the thick pine excessive upright prideful stature
No I was just an acer leaking gum like a beatle leaking oil

I am the crusty leaf oranged and pale in the wind
seconds from the green grass ground
twirling suddenly skyward wishing for more time
then an undercurrent catches and almost rips me

The wind turns to gale and sends me over the neighbors fence
disoriented crispy and praying for more wind

Roop Kund expedition (scrabble 15/7/2025)

 faint rain surrounded the circular valley
we fasten belts and buckles we surveyed the outer lake
grading the land and it's deposits all the way to the summit
an exhausted crew with mixed opinions about the expedition

banging in pins and extending out climbing rope
The moisture on the rock face would cost us
tugging on the rope to let the men at the bottom
Know that it was their time to ease on up

after the chose who would scale next
The group quizzed each other on strategy
A mountain fox appeared growled a dire warning
and vanished

Yellow boxed bike family

 The steel box yellow paint and rusted
the missing teeth of the rider first a smirk
then a surveying grin
slowing before the supermarket 

Creaking and squealing the brakes clasped
in his thick farmhand tinkering hands
a three wheel bicycle carriage
The box almost a tailor

greasemarks on the hairy leg skin
almost sixty years on his face
Waving to the carpark observer
a bow legged toddler leapt

using the bicyle wheel to aim himself
landing softly and cheefully fresh grin
a centimeter of dried mucus above
half a drop of saliva clinging

His well kempt sister a stride after
Not to follow but to oversee
The two of them entered gleefully

Rigging the bomb

 A spoonful of wrath
mixed into the unstable mind
an anger factory in the heart
connect them up with fibre optic indignation

wind up the clock the predictable time it takes
To explode on the unaware perturbers
lazer stare shrapnel expression
Radioactive maelstrom or ire

death and chaos from damning eyes

Flight path

 we seek something

Years spent taking off yet not a moment on the destination
rustic birds who have just mastered their wings sky kissed
slowly appearing and disappearing through low mist
That which obscures the path ahead toward future

Through lights and tunnels
old forgotten cities and restaurants
overlapping between the sought things of others
and those we seek obsessively for ourselves

we are hypnotized by the flowing water of the fountain
waching it fall from elaborate designs as if it were time
In it's own closed cycle unfathomable to our minds
clear and liquid possibly descriptive of a moment

we seek something

Facing death

 Death is a thick block
bouncing around the cosmos
Bruising and marking the future
tweeking destiny

fine tuning the extent of life
shadows of a future
hollow and fleeting
our amusing expectations

Bags of woulds and used tos
desire value and memories
stories we live and dream
waking another face from underneath

the one that replaces our living one

Pride of the christian heart

 Blackened christ salt and burn marks
I searched for hope within his eyes
It had been beaten out head tilted forward
body hunched in agony

Compounded sadness and resignation
waiting for the further injustice and suffering
The destruction of his light suddenly evidence
that validated the faithless and acccusers

Would you have him teach you
would you have him show you the value of forgiveness
One of us sold the nails
except for the screams all of us silenced him

will he have a voice in you?
In the circus of your heart?
In the absence of your mind?
or will you just recite scripture and pay the tithing

Yusef morroco

 The south of his face
in the north of his face
The bulges of the outer cheeks
the valleys  and enriched eyes

Politeness clear enhancing pupils
the desert sand browns and yellow
in the skin color of his face
eyes focus then withdrawl

the man in him is certain
the child cautious 

melon and exercise

 The melon needs to be wrapped
There are too many pieces
it's over the side
Ok ill get the wrap

I'd like to come too
over dinner
get some exercise
a group effort

the melon is not heaped anymore
bring me the lid
There's no lid here
go search for it

get out the wrapper then
I had wanted to accompany all
Now you are back from the gym
workout finished

The Liqour racket

 Would we ever be invited up to the lounge of the elite
down here on the street cheap lager and hopeful glances
upward

The faithful day came and we were sent for
To enjoy drinks and yarns with the upper level
Imposters

Before long one of the captains ran his mouth
The knife was put in my hand blood on peanuts
stitches

promises of good behaviour
further humiliation
demotion 

Tragedy of the flying tree

 The district's contractors positioned the equipment
the crane and diggger half bent over with the weight of the tree
the six men in their emergency gear made their way to the far paddock
before they got there the trees snapped catapaulting the trunks and long branches

leaving two of them maimed for life
the muddy ground
the foggy sky

To charge you thrice

 The ferry crossing was full of agents
each one trying to increase the price
tall and accessory using men
with their scripts and obligations

settling the impatient travellers
with round deepened cubicles
where we would sit and accept bad terms
Pretending we had warm water up to our chests

The car would be charged and stay here on the coast
as we made the tricky voyage over the strait
The final negotitation tedium in person
eloquence and false apologies

Funny oats

 Joey baby and his fuming gray oats
Almost porridge in the fleck the great trick
They were gleaming from the bottom of the bowl up
body lines all through mouths lengthways leisure

milk pumps in flood down the side 
pooling and pushing up the crusts
as they expand and complain 
Fruit falls down in great piles

The glint of the breakfast spoon
Raised up before the morning light
throwing yogurt then diving in
almost porridge like 

Yes you do that moxxy loaf

 Mox and roof and rust and aloof
you look at my argan face
my archane stance my qualmed brow
yes you do

You see my zeal as it crosses into fever pitch jet
I sprint gentle on the seedy catwalk
can you see me pacing and jumping awry in faded leather here
yes you do

I've steered you toward the words synchronized and funked
I've heaved your overweight expectations over here to this catwalk
Printed your desires into the threads and colors do you like that kit?
yes you do


(scrabble word pros 9/7)

The venom and the avant guard

 He toyed with his banjo
Twanging the wire on it
I mean the string with his tine
Poison on his tux

Hives crawling 
his gloveless hand
glass half full toxic drink
sitting in the bonafide foyer

the callused thumb
The venom we all avoid
yet know pours like tapwater
fits like clothes

and gets lost in people's pantries
we see tireless clanging peasants
crying for tradition and times of yore
failing in their attempt to raze their trendy ways