Admission to a apoetseye

 Your eyes are here again
On this page you think safe and sane
To celebrate what? I don't know.
retrace your steps real slow.

Darling what did you come here to find?
Hope to capture a fragment of Simon's mind?
Good luck and welcome inside.

Inside the labrynth I've built.
Where gravity sniggers and surfaces tilt
Where the things that hide are hideous
And the things that connive are carnivorous

There's a drop of me in every little bit of it
Even in slight suspicion you're losing your shit
Come deeper you say you want to experience arcane
Get your head around these words, sweet walls and chains

That the dead ends have made you apathetic
Sense of no return vibrates through you kinetic
Claustrophobic so why do you delve further
Write myself in you like psychological warfare

Not to destroy you or out of derision, but hammer you into submission
For deeper down in these esoteric lines, I've got a stunning dungeon rhymed
If I really was merciful I'd warn you turn back
My realm screams for your soul so onward trek

But the further you go, the more lost you seem
It's wonderful to find someone who can feel like me
Someone to decorate the inside of this expanding domain
As my words reach inside you, unfurl
Invade your eyes and paint your outside world

Mammal feral

 The pain of the man dribbles from the chin in comedy
The man's drive sends him headfirst into comic frenzy
He exposes his flaws in a rare display of admission
Then wraps it up for the next film

But I've seen the pain behind the scared mammal
The way he shares all in an attempt to shock
This man is my brother his eyes furious
galloping and hunting by day at the tit by night

Standing up straight just enough for a stomach
Yelling at the just the right pitch feral
To sound that indignation for the unscratched needs
That pain behind the eyes will

I see the way you lumber across the screen
Spew those oneliners and shove the slapsticking
I'm still a fan, because the warrior is there
It's hidden behind all the costume and makeup

Maritaka couple

 The Maritaka squabble on the powerline
The racket echoes off the hard concrete house walls
The bird titlts it's head to the side like a doctor investigating
And makes a slow and careful utterance as it preens its partner

They chatter for many a minute their tones rising and falling
They hobble closer then separate
grappling the line with their small talons
And nodding at each other and the morning 

Then the two bold creatures squawk in unison
Drop from the line flick wings and speed ove the neighborhood
Who knows to search for fruit, to build a nest or to go on chatting
inseparable they soar cackling on their way

The snooker corridor

 Snooker corridor trick
Thin unfed bodies
All looking for place to lick
On the sugar wall

Naked emaciated and tense
Guided by arcade shadows
Desperately driven by senses
Corridor's dreadful dance swallows

Lanky moving chook bobbing heads
Each one with their favorite strategy
Yet few get their tongue fed
Tastebuds scream necks fatigue

Some give up predictably complain
Hissing bitterly as they lick in vain
Too many bodies at the wall all unaware
All competing for the same little square

The non parent

 Father across the last world into this one.
Thanks for bringing me into the world.
Sorry for failing us.
I couldn't bring children of my own.
I don't believe in myself enough just to grab my destiny.
Just to shamelessly chase it down the way you always did.

I have my choices and I'll live and die with them.
The actions of the afterlife might carry further away.
Maybe the lack of courage will freeze my life.
Cool it off the way you cooled off there near the end.
But I need fire and altitude and movement.
Forgive me for failing thus far old man.

I have no son.
No daughter.
I seek vanity through cheap words,
and silly images.
So I pour myself into these distractions

I guess I'll prepare myself to become a ghost like you.
Now you are looking down at me and screaming there is something after the mess.
There is something further up there above the scrappy rat race down here.
But I can't hear you, and you could tell me a million times that you are proud.

Yet down here old man, I am a pathetic failure, 
I hold my head up high so they won't ridicule me.
I'm sorry Dad I couldn't hold my end.
I have nothing to offer you.
There's is nothing to complete me.
And by virtue nothing to complete you.

So whisper something into the ear up there...
To complete the story.

  

Name's for meager sailors

 Flame boy hustler 
Fancy crow's nest rooster
Triggerfinger cleaner
rigger ship redeemer

Bike swag peddler
Milk ration meddler
Cross bearing tickler
The short sole winker

Game story muddler
Fiddle tit booster
Lingering singer steamer
Reviving that rigg redeemer

I am ignorant of these fellows
Their titles, rankings bestowed
Their musings and gossip
Bluster they foster

They are just sailor's with stupid nicknames

Why the dog peeped!

 I whistle into the corridor
a small face peaks out
the whistle echoes quickly

Then silence
The pitter patter won't come
Just those little eyes from the corner

It was time for the walk
To get out smell the neighborhood
But the dog wasn't moving

he just peeped around the corner
Something hanging from his mouth
I'd have to check it out

Oh this little scallywag
A sock
The one I'd been looking for all morning