Wednesday 17 September 2014

His eyes are red often
red now
awake without
reason
housed in
frames - dirty walls
taking in the privilege
and insincere
fantasies at
4.39am
theres coconut
in the green tea
...holes in the teeth
and the bird
goes
tweet
..noth noth nothin at all

Monday 15 September 2014

Animal Soup

Now
when the demon grip loosens
Now when I let her go and my skin feels clean
Now that the cursed feels blessed
and pity on the foam mouths
Now
when the wars are left for mongers and limbs
Now when they breathe un-enlightened enlightenment
from warehouse walls
like toy prophets trapped in cocoons
Now when your friend is no-lover
and the life livers are
chastised
Now when sincerity is frowned upon
but we blow each others horns
screaming art and peace to
new hat-converts
Now when collectives are lonely
and anarchism shamed
with a million facefuck friends
the bedraggled beard-O
stuck on HBO
Now when I see God's laughing in my coffee
and children fuck dry puddles
from lost drugstores
Now when the end begins no-story
Now on the precipice
of
mountainous
ledges
of crumble

Let the angels
and
Dog's
alone.........

Wednesday 3 September 2014

>
What would a poem say about today - these times
what's left or even what's beginning  (?
O - what if the walls we Don't see
Spoke
and prophesied a
Burning Landslide on your
mansion - would you move (?
Would you even blink an eye (?
Would you check the time
times seventy divided
by twenty
four
(?
I'll crash dive to bend state's in the mire
Light candles and grow by night
Mantra my soul on spirit-check
Mis-place marbles in the soup
Dig on the heartbeat of life - (!)
O -
but nothing for the landslide
Your fears birthed fears @
terror down diluted
O - an pray you find
that
the bigger the pain
the closer the teacher
SLASH
teacher's of
lessons to be learned
or drowned
or
Buried
in Seroquel  Lexapro  Clonazepam
Olanzapine Temazepam
Valium
Endep
No
next step for you Doc
Die now - Dream later schisms
Kid's on Prozac
are coming at it
coming too it
walking through it
Almost dead already because You
nearly killed em
or did ((A singular molecule Ego-trip
an now the whisper's faded...
Face the music
of yo electric-head
miss-mister-mrs-mzzz
- Or tell me
... What would a poem say about tomorrow (?

And who the fuck would
write it

(((??

Wednesday 9 July 2014

The hotel surrounds us

I look out from great - wild - unknowable
cavernous plains 
see stained cream canvas an sky
breathe deep upon
my rituals
the
sadness from sleep
scrubbed at 
coffee - marihuana - toast an butter
I walk past a hollowed out
ashen eyed meth-hole
dead face youth
an a man
in a horrible car
passes slow enough to see his greasy
-
the narratives have spoken .. blood drippin from the lips
-
The light is formidable and the can of beans grin cold sweat beads on my brow..
-
I make it back
back to the room

I look at my bed
there is a black vortex the shape of my body
I step in
one leg
and another

then
I
close the lid.

Monday 7 July 2014

the way it happens every God-damn day


caught my brain/
stoning my soul/
I chastised
till the voice came hollow
then faded
and my face
image
emerged
from the puddle
drained

...............

Give me
real-life moments
that hurt
cos they're so damn
beautiful
Give me laughter
in the face
of pain
Give me all-encompassing
revelations
that fade to
rise again -the
hope in a million brokens
Give me a smile
that cuts like
knife blade
Give me sincerity

There's the easy way
The hard way
an
The only way
- sometimes hardest of all

Saturday 28 June 2014

Vodka the head-cold
n remember
that feeling
on the edge
ready to let go
drop
fall
n hit

It was amazing..

one giant cliff face
face of an elephant
with a trunk!
we called it
Elephant
on the way
to the cathedral

I drank-

bourbon and beer
I drank-
cunt
terror
and guilt
all away
Like A Real Human God
Cummin up
the
cosmo-nostril
The mornings are only hopeful for a while
car engines lose their
romance and mystery
as they grow in numbers
early sounds
pale to
day
Daytime
Another day
The morning is all but gone
-
the last dregs of coffee
now cold
and
just
plain
disappointing
to the taste...

The nights are paved in wine
and the mornings
soaked in pain

Thursday 19 June 2014

<<<>>>

Bone Horrors Sober

Somehow..

I survived last night
in-spite of horror
dreams
and dead infants

- It could all be so clear
If it wasn't fading
now
with the safety
and hope
of - a
new day
kettle boiled
socks drying on the ledge
- just like me

one hour an three quarters
til checkout..

&

She
like mystery
 is
mystery
across the floor
is silk
toward me
radiating
sex and light
she is
an effervescent dream
and I
am sleeping soundly

Train

Jung dreamed of
a bull-horned
flying man
adorned with colourful wings
gliding over water
by the ship

He felt divine grace
when allowed God
to faeces on the church
within his infants
old-man
minds eye

He pitied Freud
when warned
against the rising
of
black-mud-tide
and built
small towns
from pebbles
and mortar
but shook his head
when she whispered
- this is art

I read his
memories
dreams
and reflections
on my daily
train ride
past carousal
to wash dishes
pots and
floors

I look up from the page
see
their faces
hear
their mouths
short
sharp
pain
left of temple

Now it's all about survival
watch this space
soon to run red
red
red

They have told me all about it
- screaming against the static
and walls of
painted suicides
Over the whisper
of the quiet
revolution

'Non fora ire, in interiore homine habitat veratis'
(Go not outside - truth dwells in the inner man)

***************

(p-poem)
Koa Koa
KOA
I will speak my tounge
fire teeth
sink fangs
Ciggarette eyes
Black Coal!
I know what I mean Lord!
I know what is meant!
I am the disease
and the cure
We are Dogs!
I slowly forgot swimming
I slowly swam forgetting
She is island
sinking
We are crashed boats!
Breathe me your
Jagged rocks
oh
Koa Koa KOa!
- but it makes no sense
Who made sense?
Smoking white sage
from the lap
of stone Buddah
beneath cream curtains
and endless ocean sky!

/////


(And they shall dry up and crack like burnt clay)

Because you hit her in your sleep
and thought the devil was coming
to get ya
Because you try every morning
and by lunchtime you are drunk
Because when everyone dissapears
you're left smiling in and out with reality
of light
Because when walls close in
new rooms emerge
and meth-amphetamine
may eat your soul 
yet
Because you were a philosopher
at six years old
Because all six year olds are 
philosophers
Because the old men are dying
before television sets
and thats the way it is
Because the young are brimming
with sickness stupidity
and hunger
and that's the way it is
Because I counted with you
six thousand and fourty three
cigarette butts
between the sex shop and hotel
and most of them were emptied
of their remnants
Because
our minds are racing
our feet pacing
and our asses 
stuck in traffic
Because we are reptile
Because we are sleeping Gods
Because we are sleeping
Because of the dreams
Because we are sleeping
Because we ripped ourselves
inside out under the night-sky
screaming for sanctuary
from whispered demons
and praying for womb
til there was nothing left
and so 
started again
Because I loved you
Because we are confused
and terrified
and delighted to be this way
Because of the relentless day and night
fall and rising
like the breath of zeitgeist
growing cold
Because of heart-strings
 - memories
and the tears of a thousand agonies
Because the river flows still
and the children thirst duststorms
in the mouths of babes
on ricketed legs
Because - the Whore of television
Because apathy is sexy
Because there is no reason only madness
Because there is no other way
Because it's all there is
Because we don't know why
Because we don't know
why..



Because of the eternal golden mountain lions of your heart!