The ashtray

 Thin human pretender the nose pushed up
The snide expression merciless heart
Looming demons looking for an in
Because a man is nothing more than a portal

He swears he can enter heaven or hell
Yet heaven and hell enter him
a swarm of hallucinations
self induced euphoria

He is the raw container
The flesh vessel
yet he thinks he is
for some righteous destination

That righteous destination is the cosmic joke
Awakening inside an Lsd trip
observing the world slow motion
runningslipping spilling backwards into the past

Demons applause from the sidelines
parallel they observe the nightmare
drenching themselves in the sweat
of the man's terrorfied brow

Curfew

 On the street they spit in our faces and attack
we drag ourselves to our knees and adjust our backs
so that we might stand up from stuck in a crawlspace
Street sweepers will dispose of us as waste

No refuge in hiding we are better running
we have no land no rights nor money
just another expence for the state
conspiring to shorten our fate

our lives no worth
our footsteps no sound
scattering on the siren of the patrol car
dispersing and finding cover

Shelters burned, food and belongings confiscated
The suburbs arm, we the riff raff predated
valueless in this perfect world we creep
 targeted scape goats among sheep

From the prison tower

 we looked out of the tower together 
at all the prejudice below
Their trendy cafes bars and restaurants
bringing in the acceptable

the wartorn freaks may burn
you sign
we look out of the tower
Intolerance is a brand you can't afford

one everyone wants to buy
but just can't afford
but they are still invited to come and window shop
as our neighbors and family burns under occupation

We were not looking out of the tower by choice
it was our prison
and when we escaped we were snakes slithering on the streets
ushered out of shelter with broom handles and shoguns

The chosen victims in a world divisive
The elite painted every different color
One color envying the next
seasonal shift

zero sum jewellry
wearing across and into the hypocrisy
as children perish Near the warzones
The cog well fixed no longer looks for revolution

Doesn't want to change anything from the inside
The margins grow a little higher
so he may be painted into envy
painted into privilege

From the eyes to the brain

 pseudonym
Hi my name is
People call me
I identify as

On wireless
That old expression
cordless some say
Plug me in

Holistic organic
artificial and modified
manufactured in mass
settling plastic

Then there's eyes reading words
reflecting the message into the brain
not transferring this information to the brain
but inventing your own convenient meaning 

I The metaphor

 I am the metaphor open and closed
shaped by imagination
A puzzle for forbidden prose
I the tool to urge fascination

Purely by claiming a notion
Simply by stating I control the ocean
From the safety of the sure
I am the ship an honest metaphor

transitioning from one sea to the next
Words are just well trained pets
Sometimes the lifestock
For the hungry knife

Painting on the canvas of life
Charcoal on death
Oil on thread
blood on skin attached or shed

The metaphor 
boldness and rebellion
flights of the mind
grandeur captured silent

On the page screaming out
I am the metaphor
sent to undo reality's tight stitch
A spell that escaped the witch

Now a net to catch monsters in the swell
So tomorrow I might have new stories to tell

A pen that wrote for a lifetime

 The turnstyle clicks I enter
From years in the factory
have i arrived there's no answer
Jovial sits at the desk observing

He holds up a pen that he designed himself
The one I use to write everyday
I ask how long is that Ink going to last
He reached into the past there

some lost chapter far away
yet still waiting for me
In a future beyond
he held up the pen

The ink was full
The pen as incredible
I would write my future with this
Short hairs on the arm

each one a factory
producing more and more pens
Writing into the world
Words like these ones here

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 decent

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 acid 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