Superficial Transparency

 I've arrived here bare without clothes
Nude ashamed redeem me I say
For even the sky remains cloudless
The land shallow

I am exposed  here
Not an inch of me hidden
The earth is just one big round eye
Looking straight at me

glaring with the sun as spotlight
Applauses and condemnation
The legs exhausted march forward
Obligation whipped ambition

Discipline abandoned this false hotel
It peeps in from the forest where
it still forages its sustenance
It can see I'm not descent

A Cherubim reporting upstairs that won't unlock me
A test I failed on crashing into the third rock 
With eight billion poorly equipped comedians
Soul mendigo scraping the surface cake nails of tedium

Just to find underneath absent of ingredients
No real sense no deeper meaning
No righteous rhyme or logical reason
No higher value or forever season

bare rock and flesh neon arrows point fun
goodbye as I dry and age under the sun
The dying gaze of organized humilators
I'm seen by all known by none

Pretending to hide something
beyong my delicious superficiality
that spreads so well over town rust
And tastes like tax officiality dust 

Inclusion and putting food on the table

 The tight trench with a slight water flow
If good for the image pretend to be short on dough
I could hear an exaggeration two sentences after
well timed moderation inducing soft false laughter

You can impress all demands
But they look up grin in hand
The one that fits across their hungry faces
Over the trench to their tents your grace

A narrow creek running up to the project
The feast is set gluttony gut opiate regret
We sit on the margins smiling with bowls
Of well boiled gruel and a stick dried fowl

Sun beats down on umbrellas lords and ladies
Who spun etiquette mysteriously bliss and bless
their own private dramas and emotional neediness 
How they elegantly move ignoring the real world

renaming it after their dining room wishes and thanks
Where tunnels to the future arrive directly under banks
Where locks and screw conspire along the passages
Opening the vaults on those checks and balances

while the help just wanders up and down the trench
Soiled by the dirt and sun tired peasant and wench
Insane and simple celebrating an existence in dumb
as if made with your fingers under your thumb

The odd one will rob you
Most just beseech you for wheat
A corner of the shade a gram of yeast
as they witness you waste the food the feast

Swagger in the bid

 The thick lip and tongue
The mouth to savor
A life to pleasure
The immediate priority leisure leisure

Fuck all else for my self esteem farm
Is my trip across the sea far
The fact I annually upgrade my car
Soft bonding with the invisible duke

The restaurant opens for me
the people in the line shift across
making way as fleece and I floss
I grease and wax with swagger

I haven't a cent in the bank
But I jibber convince and jabber
I wear several layers of luxury
snort near midnight

The Little king

 False feasts of two sides 
You should be grateful
Do not swap the truth for favors
Wipe your mouth after eating

hide those stains from everyone at the table
Keep the dirty napkin out of sight
Those who hold the chains
that bind others

Spoilt children wander into the foyer
As if in rehearsal for a show
Picking over the sweet cakes
Waiters pretend not to look

You can pretend in real life
We can see the double standards
learning to be silent
Till we get back to shanty

So jokes might touch our hearts and relieve them
Make us grateful for the little we have

Wall of a nightmare

 You all attack together
clever words you woke me from a dream
My happless reality bursts
The inner lining warm and nourishing

You threw me into a nightmare
Each word a stab at me
My body hits the train of derision
splits in pieces across the hard rusted grinded steal

The handsized rocks stained with the spirits 
grease and soot in those words
built to fit in machine gun mouths
No shield to take these flying splinters

They bury themseves deep into flesh
The wounds and blood just urge
The next critical points
Attacking just walls of the nightmare

Pass away on the rocky mess
pieces of my former self

How Buster walked

 His awkward step and unsure face
running up the pavement a concrete wave
His short black hair and glasses
his reflection  an appariton in the cheap bakery window

Looking back at himself not knowing it was his own likeness
Crossing walking stumbling he is a man
Cars wouldn't slow he awkwadly speeds up his step
Reaching the curb lifting that leg and ankle

The sun cradles him
The ground scoffs as he steps on it
He climbs the stairs
derision echoes across the steel

Their voices overfed dribbling sarcasm
The man's struggle is food for the Gods
They weave jealousy and trickery to the jeerers
False sense of seriousness and maturity

The man continues his day
His body seldom obeys
Angels aww and shed tears
the pain of today mirrors that of decades to come

The fork is laiden Gods mouth opens
he chews and ingests witnessing the man below
amongst us being laughed at
by healthy brand buying conveyor belt people

The Owl, the Hermit and slurpy grins

 Peeled back the layers of human skin
I inhabit the walking person as it makes its way to work
I spit against it's will and cackle like a brain freeze for it
I inhabit it deep within flourishing through it's short life

Then I fly off shattering peace as the midnight owl
Provocative and nonchalent
The world in my mouth
The rat blood drips across the wee hours

the beak strips you naked a violin bends you
The violence lasts longer than the instant
The spirit within the spirit is me
Peeping out of predawn wartorn backdraughts

diving into the next thoughtless pedestrian
Ambling home from the simulated expedient
Sweat and stress robbing it's brow
It's movements I now manipulate

I've grown into the folly of this one
slurping at the night with grin and cheap straw
The gut says it's vitals are juicy
the stars are teeth the blackness mouth screaming in vain

Steps up to this impossible stage host celebrity scientists
To disect this happenchance piece of flesh
Breathing eating and drinking
To the beat of Some cosmic giant on the goatskin

The shy moon accumulated cloud to dress it
Owl eyes voyeuristic in the existing light
Slurping them of it and exposing it naked
grinding the air and the stratosphere

Until it launches me off earth
Into the middle of pale bliss
Illegal and immoral the hermit once excluded
now hobbling and slithering toward the village

As I the owl into the moon
To consume it all to live through it
To violate it's senses dominate it's reflection
Radiate my own abstract whims from within it

The hermit turns back toward his cavern in the hills
the village in flames to echo the son of the day
To rock the embers with falling rafters
The lost owl observing throwing dawn down on foreign laughter

paths of destruction threading through needles
that stitch the land in upward curve silent smile
Once delicate lullaby uttered on mother's tongues
massage slumber where infants dwell

now the flames and sparks call screams and yells
The eastern necklace black down until the chaotic red
Owl picks up fearful scurry once prey is on the run
getting those power wings to knock down castles 

The fear of the Hermit, fear of the night eyes
the stars are teeth mercy lost the serpent tongue
A politician plugged in to ride the sting
puffed up chest falsities crowd the lungs

To immigrate on the voice settling in your ears
Flying yet from up high I can still hear
each of you being infected by an opinion
we distilled in lies your slurpy grins are certain