The attempted inner stare

 The extrovert smiles and touches the outside world

A droid of joy

The inner world is unknown and cloaked in pretty idealogy

contrasts that would damage internal organs

yet with the right label could pass it off as art


The extrovert rubs the surface of the world

as if an interactive crystal ball

Worshipping the present

The redundant future a holiday camp´s abandoned canoe


The dance intensifies

The wheel turns like a thousand heads

to the compulsory beat the synchronized fleet 

of choreographed collective feeling

The pub cover and forced chitter chatter

that masks their musical mistakes

A sip a gulp a taste of the distilled

a droid of joy of trends and appearances

Heating the grill with an attempted inward stare
So outward that the inner image itself is an oven of fear

Love your things

 The negligence


The things we leave and do not touch

Those sons and daughters in cold cribs

The ghosts of things amassing

The value of possessions

Smiles and intended love for the material

The energy inside things

Being awoken by the ghosts of the things...

The world left untouched

Family´s last vacation

 Californian family holiday goodbye
The beach center was all palms and people

All trying to withdrawl style as if it was currency
mother was raving and father was fumbling
doing and saying pure meanings of life

we exited the sunlit building
palms farewelling us
Now we could feel the sense of voyage

the sense of family

we could see Meryl Streep running a red light
and sarcastically predicting our next words

Looking over the coast as if it were a banquet
pondering on whether we could extend the trip
brains onto phones and who to call
then down to hail a taxi
from the yellow dusty beachside stripmall

And along came a blessed indian man joined at the hip to his wife
moles and flesh all exposed
seats for everyone except my trip itself
Wealth declarers had invited us to their mansions
their four square discourses negotiating our consciences

the sense of being bought

Pushed into a solution inside someone elses head

Sunday´s intestines

 Sunday was an uncanny bohemian bush fair
Picking up floor dragons and petting ghost dogs
organizing the whole supernatural mess for monday morning
Halls in shadows, my feelings have got fat veins in those shadows
pulsating across the pale planked wooden floors

Being cut into little pieces by the echoes of laughter
Taking the miracle for granted hoping for something to come after
Herds of people not taking the day to reflect just a blink of relaxing
seemingly distracted by a giggle in the galaxy

Dusty seconds being swept up by overzealous ritual and angst
Sunday ripped her dress as she got up to protest, breaking fangs on midnight
And I was reaching for life like a baby reaches for their mother as if one day would save me
The hours were being crushed down into a ball by the afternoon muted raving
Unions greased with hugs even touch sensitive cave, existence requires a certain amount of love
The seventh day has an abundance of slaves

Fat veins out of the wooden sheds that once made up a school house
Our faces pale and aging as sunday growls 

Sunday was like sushi under a surgeon
Like a russian canoe upended by a disgrunteled sturgeon
the cliff edge dwelling herds all began merging
looking down at the inevitable panorama of tomorrow, stiff and allergic
Sunday was going on as you were distracted, simply a giggle in the galaxy

Flowing out

 she flowed out

ghosts could see her coming

the trees that have always hugged the calm breeze of the small town

The odd one out a small boy who shat on those small town rules not able to perform

She flowed out for company
That bottle of wine flowed out
conversation flowed out and exposed too much
Hidden wounds lost their scabs and stitches all of a sudden
Heart knots tighten and tangle and words poison the muddle

Kingdom lost

 usurpers amass
Kingdoms come to heel
Under new ship´s keels
Kings are felled
Like old oak overgrown in the royal dell

The helmet and fashions slipped away
A new era with new flags and rules
Payment was made and the bribe exposed
Soldiers arrived to make the arrest

Soft tissue hardware

 I worked for six hours on monday, I only saw the classes
Boring study sends him to distraction
Youth doesn´t know the medicine it needs
Bothered by theories of impending doom

Stimulations seems to come out of nowhere
And then dry up leaving the air deprived fish
gasping like covid beds
Screaming young people

In his job he does new thing
at the fornightly meeting
There are people from the system that he´s working on
Targets were not met bugs were found

The human mind a big fat ERP