Stardom and bloodloss

 Blood from the face
The celebrity lays back on the grass
his nose surgery went awry
Now he bleeds on his beach towel

The gorgeous women in the water unbeknownst
It flows out and panic hooks in
He attempts to stand but shame keeps him prostrate
It keeps coming out
Did the surgeon do a rush job

Was it a mistake to demand the discount 
This would cost him dearly come film time
I'll just wrap my face in the towel, he said to himself
A crow sat on the edge of a solar panel

It seemed to snarl
It looked at the celebrity with hunger
Did it want to eat my nose, he thought
He grabbed his face in his towel and race to his car

He fainted as he opened the door
Doing more damage to his face
The fate reading crow got his prize
Entourage girls kept frolicking picture perfect 

Teenage want and slaughter

 If we had just given up on wanting
We would have more than enough by now
More than we ever had before

There goes I living in the conditional

We lean on the cattle gate
Inside the slaughter shed
Labrynth of sheep death

Teenagers refused
If we had just gone with the flow
We'd be millionaires

It might have been mostly mine

Past the rock
on Devil's elbow
Past the old church nursery

The dead mulberrry
The governor's meager palace
If we had just given up on wanting

But noone ever warned us on the contrary

And we chased the absurd
Were refused and denied 
Were so much less than we thought

Even the sky would shape the cloud into promises

None to grant
Just to steep the hunger
In a mountain tea above a makeshift abattoir

Working for your keep

 The packs were becoming a tall pile
The monitor called us to organize
We were told we could stay if we helped
So we did as we were told

Cleaning the cloak rooms
fixing the broken rides
unseen worker bees
Spanners and screw drivers

Blue uniforms
Though thank god
New shoes over holy socks
three round meals

Maintenence for the park
Voyeurs of the rich
Our grease stained uniforms
Not very good camouflage

Bowie and fish

 David Bowie's eyebrows swam
like two tropical fish
His irony the aquarium
Unsure of his own philosophy
His charities unseen

Always singing
Putting on a show then
escaping his million fans
seeking this hero
The fish swim up

Tickling fan's desires
The salt water had to be perfect
In an imperfect world
One minute bitter from silence
The other overwhelmed by noise

The colors on their bodies
The grace in the water of fame
The appeal from outside
The call from withing
What an aquarium

The road in socks

 Dry summer
long hot daunting days
We are down to our socks
Our tears don't make it to our cheeks
For the sun dries them up

Make our way to the tiny town of waikanae
Our shoes have busted and no longer lace
We continue along the chalky stones in socks
Sunstroked and hopeless

Roadworkers chortle
Point and riff raff rattle
Their junk food faces judge
As we pass emaciated

What charity will have us
What side of God shall will pray to?
As we come to the sanctuary
Muted by Exhaustion 

Pastel colored cars

 These pastel colored amusement park cars
A wall of faces
surrender envy
make me feel
make me feel

The way they ride around seemingly forever
The children laughing gleefully
Their parent's silent competition
Make them feel
something beyond this envy

How they stand now empty
But yearning faces still look on
Imagining driving over smooth
Turnstyle's stuck
Ticket man is absent

It's all beeen traded in for a zoo
So surrender your envy
Or they might just cage you
With the rest of the furry critters
from where the pastel colored cars would sit.

With malice, hornets and brown sauce

 With malice it could be done
Not with sword not with gun
Under a thick dosage of sauce
Brown sauce

Terribly misunderstood steak so thick
The hornet's nest is absent mindedly kicked
And out spin the stingers blood to bleed
You'd think a helping of hyperdermic needles
might jostle the mind inside indeed

With malice he cursed from under his breath
For assasination dwelled in thought
oh whose thought question brought?
The sinew will bake from within
Resistance will dry I'll have mine

Then salted with extracted saline 
to dampen it by force of spin
finishing once again with brown sauce on chin
malice as sweet and overpowering as cinammon

Terribly misunderstood authority inflatted
Malice sunk into the temples of the law creater
brown sauce slipping from the side of the mouth
down like hostile treacle
down like shipwreck

Sinew pulls 
Resistance tries
The begger and the pauper smile
The pretender cries
Maybe a hornet or two will jostle the mind