Arthur the troublemaker

That fringe won´t do it fella.
That tongue on the frozen steel of sarcasm
Youth a nasty shower boyo
Youth a nasty kick in school and at home

Shake a hand or two instead of making hand signs
And use your mouth for words that ear would delight in
Don´t wear angst over that jacket as if you´ve something to say
The heat in this weather´s unstable these days

Put up that frown again let me see your face lying
No, youngen it´s not prudent to watch our hope in you die
is courtesy foreign to you?
Kindness unrecognizable? Too impromtu?
But I introduced you a few times kid
Your guilty shame forgot I wonder if your memory did?

Watery path

From the watery path

Walls are seen as eyes open

The views from the nearby window can be seen

Crying ensues

Arms fold and unfold tanging in sheets

 

She says "alive" in her language before languages

Statued smiles on their faces

Little knowledge not quite enough

Trust is hands outstretched

 

Trust is an unknowing smile

In a new world of protocols

Shining floors and footsteps

The sun and nurses

 

Steel trays roll past a routine scream

Numbed ears to foreign noises perspire

The heart learns love, it can´t profit by ignoring

Shooting it into their parents eyes

 

Smells and other impacts

come washing over the senses

the stagnancy of the womb forgotten forever

this bright new world clashing with disproportionate awareness and values

Naiive absolutes that you should one day ignore

Pantomime sentiments that are rehearsed

Child, let us hope your character is true

Life is just a lie without that F, don´t let our doubts affect you

 

Doubting the natural, my child

Denying inconvenient emotions

So don´t doubt the chaos in truth, my child

Doubt the tame inane! Not the spiritually wild

God may just eat you

The body is an oven
My lost one, tell truths and do not decieve your offspring

The soul is food
Don´t accuse or ridicule least the words burn you one day

Over a lifetime the food is cooked
You decide how hot your temperament and conscience must be

God will eat well cooked food
Overcooked or undercooked your conduct may lack or exceed the necessary temperature

Being spat into the spiritual gutter
No creed or badge can save you from the fall

Even the humble athiest can grow strong, unconscious of his being digested
For through efficiency and folly he flourished loving life and people

The body is an oven
The soul it´s food
Dogmas just the sauce
Your actions cook the stew

Electricity to houses

Little we know about the great Yard
Naming things under our rooves behind our masks
Facting and referring the senses ask for action
Ordering, the longing inside a small piece of the human brain

Solving the riddles, chimney blocks and rodents
Well manufactured muddles
The research your nights will be stolen by
The need to muster your mind

Knowledge is the fussy screaming child
Craving formation and appropriate use

Walls have power points
Like heads have ears
Some voices are heard
Like lines electricity to houses

Wash the car

The grease is thick
grey as the day
Smile and brush
Water´s jet and spray

Cleaning a life long dream
Polishing the hubcaps of a car
Thick with grease
as grey as an old friendly face

Not easily washed off
Heavy chemicals and elbow grease
The tacky layer a soot and oil stain feast
One my brushes tines and teeth will eat

From my smile and my hands
The puddles will darken until the shining steel
can be seen again
Even under the grey sky you´ll see the brightness of the wheel.

A dawn that could burp

The excess air
that falls behind a late dinner
Put your head back down says the shadow
Close your eyes says the wall

The waiting fart wants out
Bathroom light is out
Kitchen snack shelf empty
A dawn that would burp

Sweat is on the verge of it´s declaration
below the nose and above the chin grows new vegetation
blanket a friend to dust
A lover of stains, a once a fortnight acquaintance of soap sun and rain.

A gulp of sweetened juice
The routine slide door jostle
back to the mattress that Waits alone in the dark
Up it comes from the depths ,a dawn that could burp for a time

Doesn´t buy much

Serve the land
Serve the ideals
Wander with choice
to empty your pockets

Pay your way
Live off the rest
Doesn´t buy much
Human skin has it´s own rente

World a hive
Buzzing wildly
Money milk and honey
Abundance and lack

The broken scales of all empires
The broken conscience of the weak
This paper worth flesh counts us
These coins don´t buy much

 Geld game furnisher, mouth like a wallet
A smile like a bank clerk
And wild eyes of an overfed pig
What´s inside is not much more than a ride and doesn´t buy much.