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reticenti've lost words before, but never this many
not tied to my tongue - not
stuck in a tooth
and now i'm just a beast
avoiding bad weather
coddled and lured by the smell of sick food
subductionjust west of civilization
with oddly human burdens
carved cryptic tableau
that graphically shows
the first match strike of our self-immolation
and god bless the pagans!
with their hand-fashioned stares and
that keep us ensnared
in our retrofit stations
and oh those shadowzone smiles
the light the darker the shadow
working for monsters in diguise
human boomerangsscattering enriched guts
are we scientists or just
some kids who wanted to get laid
conceiving maps to non-existent places
and limitless paper for a paperless world
spastic meattrapped in the superluminal
mongrel flesh engine
our pyrrhic tongues tied to our knees
we walked half the night looking
for a clusterfuck cushion
or an awkward place amongst the trees
where optics stain and substance changes
every other day
and the conciliatory come to
air out their guts
with the ghosts of irony
pyrrhic victories and the new socratic methodconceived in the contraposition
we were once hailed
as the next flight of heuristic genius
echoing axioms, pathos and ethos
and from that contradiction anything can follow ....
a hierophant's interpretation
a sophist's charged particle cannon
or any small thesis
of truth grown replete
with elite, ambiguous semantics
and the apocrypha was pleasing
tickled pink our impish ears
for more dialetic explosions
and other rhetorical shields
terminators of the moonsolipsistic
burst through our portals
raw and vulgar
and anarchically in order
giant sleepers from the basement
strange eyes kept us from
in these contretemps complacent
our specific skills on full display
but the bailiwick consumed
our eyes un-widened turned their glazed
and awkward heathen gaze
onto the once and always sage
terminators of the moon
american ghosthe always sat
in a place where the room wrinkled
with his back to an open door
a posthumous traitor
you could always find amusement
in his pleasantly ironic sadness
the way he'd softly lick his lips
like smartly worn sandpaper
at the first sign of the wet season
or how his ominous hands
had grown disjointed and shy
faded from decades of coarse and querulous tasks
a man you could once picture
hurdling tall buildings or
storming historic beaches
now just a crack in the street
fit to pick at society's scraps
forgotten by a world he once fought to save
breakout starsserotonin farming
cross-sections of this microcosm
quaint and eating
paint by buckets
all of our easter eggs have hatched
ad hoca parachute on stilts
we're collecting ornate stones to drop
onto unsuspecting heads
beneath malefic moons a beaming
and the last to wake will still not break
our legerdemain cocoons
the inchoate abrupt
are the most useful to corrupt
spewing clouds of pheromones
meant for all those unlucky drones
in their quaint,
and the story takes a turn ...
the new hunt spills into the sprawling
unveiling all the slowing
beasts who need a snowing
while ill weeds grow
apace not knowing
how much melatonin goes unreal
drinking cold coffee across from two ex-loversnew book: running my fingers over embossed letters
in better light i realise the texture is dried spit. i'm okay about it
until the BBC panics deadpan about one brit with ebola. when everyone
caught swine flu we dispensed sanitizer in shop doorways, schools
hung them in the foyer and purell
made a lot of money.
clinging to the kitchen sink, i pull nails out of my mouth
and scrub my hands antiseptic. google tells me not to worry
but crusty phlegm attaches me umbilical to west africa;
sierra leone; dislocated countrymen
connected by snot. like a kid, i keep getting my fingers
between my teeth.
exaggeration tastes like boiled paint.
Gong of Super Gonebuilt in bone yard of its smile
whittled a tick from sawn-off while
in fuselage frown did seem to marry
the crashed in dreams it could not carry
cant seem to feel your face your name
flickering thru your place of flame
Like A Candle in the Snuff Windyour deserted corneas crumbling neath the sun shrinks my heart to nothing with you......
the sound of the boiled sweet turning in your smug mouth makes me want to throttle u thru
it sends your mummy reeling to the hospital- with more red tape than bandages
Pain in LightWearing hollow smiles
concealing their true emotions and faces
the populace damns the lives given to them
born within the world's toxicity
The words of death
quiver from the commons lips each day
drifting on the trail to forever
where pain is constantly lingering
Some plea with knowing eyes
that they can still impress footsteps upon the earth
and take in the illusive atmosphere of our debased planet
Others pray with closed eyes to a weightless god
while hanging to the precarious threads of faith
for a better reality
Where pain is constantly tussled with happiness
is but a falsely whispered cry
uttered from stillborn dreams
held within the phantom arms
of an ethereal hope
MAN made Frankenstein complex.Whenever suits you
Whatever you want to do
I have nothing better than you
The edges of your image are nostalgic
You are technicolour in my heart
A montage set to tear stained nights
I watched what was
What might have been
Spirits came to me at midnight
Demons and Angels
Came to clamour at my mourning
My grief to them
As sweet and pure as the virgin birth
Many had names like Mephisto and The Undying Compassionate.
Over horizons that disappeared from now till the end
When your eyes met mine
Her chair is empty but the coffee is still warm
The silence faces me from the corners of the room
In its eyes I can see where she went
Along the wind
To fly high
Where no one of consequence can see her downfall
She was legendary in battle
Like delicate shrouds
Crafted by widows
Feeble hands and worn eyes
Her eyes are reminiscent of the fire of disease
Madness like grapes, and cocaine, and Divine XTZ
no dreams for you tonightcurled up on the bed again:
the whirlpool won't take me
"just ragged skin
wrapped around bones"
i knocked on the door,
but no answer came
and the bones won't change
and the lines won't fade.
time doesn't heal a damn thing,
the dagger sinks into you
deeper and deeper.
HEY! STOP PULLING THE PETALS OFF MY FUNERALpre tear droplets
hung out to dry
across the cord
from brain to eye
out front is a smiling riding in a sadness passing by
In laymen's terms you hid yer tears behind yer pork pies
C Crematorhere it's again
in slow reverse
kind of hearse
check out the cheek
of conqueror crab
da currant slab
then turn back
to seek and hide
inside the turning
of the tide/bride/slide/guide/glide................
The arrogance of greed.
A bitter product of the times.
Each feigned declaration.
Seemingly ahead of itself.
Behind the realization.
A shunned reality.
Eyes wistfully on the horizon.
Aching to pass.
Curled up knots of fear.
A touch of glass.
Duty bound but still I sway.
Satiation beyond grasp.
Restrained by ideals.
The prison will open.
And the burden will disappear.
Exhaled into the atmosphere like the waste of time it should have never been.
we're all just meat
in the planetary fridge
drunk eyes and sweet lips
whiskey sighs on bruised hips
particles [ ::: ]
in a recombinant box
but particles of what?
not the dna that mother gave us
or the de-
materialized ditch water that our
fathers used to bathe us
or a strange myriad of faiths...
pray to any form you like
just know that when you're gone you'll be replaced
cross our paths
for their effects
every poem begins with sometimes
every dream begins with maybe
Short PoemHer eyes return my gaze,
A gentle “Hello” at first glance.
Those chocolate brown coloured eyes,
So full of love and compassion.
Without a sound from my lips,
A solitary cry escapes.
Her serene marble-like stare,
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