Political cocoon

 I wanted to eat my pie
To have my cake and eat it
to eat it in the popular corner
With the big window out to the street

Each slice slowly meeting my teeth
My tongue the inevitable chew
The down the throat and into the sack
For a long pleasant digestion

I wanted to spend my fortune and have it
Every cent every dollar still in my wallet
In my bank account
Yet everything I want to acquire were mine

To buy the pie shop itself
Have the place make me another fortune
Fatten my stomach and accounts
The window just goes one way

The glass for me shows me everything happening on the street
But the people looking back into the glass can´t see me
For it is a one way mirror they can only see themselves
So that I can eat in peace

Hamilton(American nobility)

 Old maid was kicked out
bastard child in her arms
On the stone sidewalk of the dangerous colonial town
Somewhere between the shanty and the docks
She begs

Out of the range of the direct rain
A gold coin falls into her hat
A month's food and lodging
She held the child close
Kept her face aloof

And kept begging
The droplets got smaller
The coins slightly bigger
She took her bastard infant 
Hard against her breast

She started her business right there in Nevis
where her bastard child would become a lord

Art is wealth

 We are what we eat in the gallery
A portrait of moi et toi aussie
Cannabalistic brushstrokes
The taste of wood and metal of flesh

Picture frame engulfs you
Swallows you or attempts to
Half your body struggling
To pull itself out of the wall

Such sensitivity the artist demonstrates
Absorbing the subject matter with such prowess
The last of you falls into the portait
Colors digest you

Art is wealth

No house

 The garden was full of nectar and all things good
Birdsong and sweet fragrances that brought distinct memory
Always something delightful and wonderful to remember

Further into the fruit orchard were hidden scupltures
There were highly decorated tall brick walls
The front of the property boasted an incredible garage
But there was no house in the middle

Nowhere to live
And puzzling over so many great things 
The mind stopped at the one exceptionally unforgivable missing piece
No house.

The Gutenburg God

 We both checked the poster
Numbers moved and coordinates
The poster printed out tshirts for popular kids
The creator ripped one edge of the poster
And every design afterward had that rip
Like a genetic defect repeating down the line

Words written backwards forwards and upside down
moving in those directions with numbers
communicating with itself
on someone's tshirt
The ignorance of the past ripped it

The fury and tradition tore it
And now it is spilling letters and words all over the pavement
Like a graffiti soup a ruinous chaos 
Brought on by a false sense of order
A ripped poster which was used a print for a popular t shirt

Axe akkey

 The anchor of axe akkey
The rock that doesn't break
The thickness of slumber tested
The lost minds of dream
Abstract unbreakable membrane

Wake I'm waking to a new layer of reality
Will my body and mind allow me
Will i pierve it with the sting of my awareness
Or remain unconscious pre alarm sonolent

The anchor weighs me down into sleep
my body barely floating below the surface
Gargantuan sea predators come in range
But they fear the chain attached to the anchor of axe akkey

The chain of connected fate
Thick and electric 
On the heavy anchor of axe akkey

Almost vertical in places

 We were attempting to climb everest
The track was so shaded thin surface ice melted next to our footfalls
The younger of us asked is it only eight kilometers up?
The oldest of us replied yes but it gets almost vertical in places

we continued along the track  rhodadendron flowers flashing
Hillside boulders and cannabis looming
We walk in unison for seconds then lose pace among ourselves
By the time our steps develop consistency the track climbs

Night will fall soon
a local house will bed us and feed us