Season of the creeper

 Out there left for dead I was the scarecrow
In your mind the tailor sewing dream
Out there in the field packed with hay
Won't you say hello

Through the pines
Winter caused the world to be abandoned
Foraging wendigo
Bones cracking in the frost

loud as whip cracks
Icicle falls sharp end into earth
a small statue
destined to melt away

Further into the wildernerness
Where absurdity exists
I am the mirror hanging on the stairwell
exposed to the elements

Dying breaths
Exhaustion
Hunger unrecognizable
Dogged searching

Those who are lost
Come face to face
deplorable and ominous
Calling you deeper

Career action plan

 They move in lines
See how they die
The battle field once dry
Now wet and plight

The fires roll and rise
Escape flames caught me trying
Ill exit burning bombs flying
Scolding skies

Tanks ramble and drones motor high
Ballistic missiles glide
City blocks dive
They move forward in lines

The land where stale mate is applied
Noman's potmarked land is frying
Craters where corpses still lie
Friendly rifle, friendly fire

Lodge a complaint
Conglomerate human resources department

Shade and the golden ones

Prudish and pompous
Who could embody 
Not all of the grandchildren
Only those that fit in 

Their bathroom in perpetual shade
Near pictures of the family
My face not here
The dark side of the house

Cool all year round
Overgrown bamboo
Shuts out the others
Chosen neglect

what gets left in the shade
Get's overlooked
Ignored at the dinner table
Anger is the only residue

As the others struggle to grow
Seemingly no mercy
Self absorption
recycling the fat

The over achievers were chosen for compliance
Their concealment of hidden flaws
Their biggest feat yet

Ribbon speed

 Dog sprints
Up to the highway
Beside the lorry
Another dog runs into the distance

Dog watches him go
Could have been a her
Probably a smell my one knew
He looks back to me

Deluge between us
Roads turn to shallow lakes
He sprints into it
and swims back to me

Problematic mammal
Love him

Gym routine

 Adjusting the weight
Making way for others
Pushing up
dreams harden

reality begs to be mixed
for it may curdle
Move the seat level
change the position

Exhaust yourself there
So much to prove
Noone to turn to
sweat and effort

thoughts subside
Intensity diminishes
A kind of freedom flexes
Needing to be fed everyday

I'm boring

 Sometimes I speak.

She gives me silence.

Sometimes she speaks
to fill the void.

Perhaps she sees it now:

I'm boring.
I want my space.
No crowds.
No dancing.
No desire.

Just work.
Just work.
Until I disappear.

But work is empty too.

So what remains
when the music dies?

Why keep reaching
for nothing?

Why keep searching
when I can't find
me,
you,
or why
I began?

The lab on the abandoned highway

 Down to the flat two kilometers before the bridge
Where the old sheds stood
Random mediocre macracarpa
Sewagey trees with nothing but big trunks
A peppering of native bush hanging on

There set up your laboratory
Your sophisticated prison
There we can take the other ones
See what they really really believe

Tap into the depths of their mystery diseases
Put them away like cattle inside fences
Kill their parents make it look like suicide
Test the new pop drugs on these ones

See how readily veins buzz and euphoria dwells
Strap them in and see it all shake like those moments
Just before impact during a car accident
Sewage minds will flow

The cattle will be greased
And set alight to distract the cameras