Underlying smolders in the garden
Undead topics keep coming
Justice is a block of solid lead
Being thrown by those who are sick to death
We are kept inside
How do we get a virtual brick, thrown
Underlying smolders in the garden
Undead topics keep coming
Justice is a block of solid lead
Being thrown by those who are sick to death
We are kept inside
How do we get a virtual brick, thrown
1. Clock
In my mouth
the bit is
Block the pain
From whips and pins
As it rides me
Rides me to win
2. South
——
Clock men, all on our backs
Tick tock
None of us win
They all, get the Champaign
We get scars, and a carrot if we win
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3. Bull
All to the bull god
The mighty horn and throb
A line to go up for no real reason
We’re dead even though we’re living
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4. Straw
How can the clouds save us?
Sounds like a lie to placate us
Subdued in a short mess
Mother tells us eat our cress
—-
Feeding
Feeding the clock
Pushing the gears and stock
For one more goddam hour
Never get no time to rock
We are just feeding
Feeding the clock
Hiding from the other, my spines are protecting me
But also keeping me from, the joys of the outside
Doors shut, but I want to see your face, I want to feel your touch
We can’t do that though, their is no place to be us that’s not inside our own spines
Whine and whine all the time
We can’t sit, anymore
hurt each other we aren’t loving anymore
It’s not fine
It’s not fine
Its just time
For if a phoenix shall soar beyond its capacity
Churchills bark, full of audacity
I am game to feel an empty loss
A place of silence, the resonance of dross
Words remixed in a deluge of hails
Fires relit, rebels with no nails
March upon our banner fully
As smoke fills lungs, tounges do bogies
Potato jackets full of ocean salt
punters blasted with summers dead colt
we seek our mountains gains
rocks fall, gain to pain
Lake girl hit, the hospital is split
towers above the clouds
terror drives them, into the ground
wars begin again, barking hellish den
Dash tells of no future for children
Inspiration fell short of desires
Coral forests white like policy
Rudd speaks empty apology.
Around again this trickle-down lie
A plebiscite to run marks on tyres
Rainbows immersion, postal dispersion
We ask what a gurt ocean is
Fires and fires, a yet ignore
what is more important than
our counties wounds
will attention be given soon
Balloons blasting the allegations of mastication. What can’t a balloon be? The contrast of the assumed investigation gives you a headache.
Give out more parliaments of birds, as they yell sir, yes sir. All of it is just a horrid blur.
Dry up my words
Inside my
Place of
hearth
Can you see me
breath
wet rain, please
a light hot shines
Drought blossoms only
the jaunty movement
of dust motes
as the cusp of hope
sticks my
words
of
finishing
Lichen growing on a tree nearby the pavement that makes up this place of waiting
Bus stop for the place you wait for a bus to come and consume you
When it’s done digesting, it spits you out and has moved you
How many people are needed to feed this huge beast every day?
Is it possible that one day it will become so hungry that the whole world in on one bus?
Maybe that’s what will be called the crush
I have a few friends on this bus, people I see only on my bus
It’s one of many
Like me they are consumed, digested moved, it’s a slow process each day we are on the bus twice each
Some get consumed more, I wonder if that will make them older, bolder, colder than me?
I sometimes find myself on the bus with no idea when I got on. The digestive system has gotten to my memory.
Do I actually get off the bus? Or is that a dream brought on by these same forces? Are we all just courses? For the ever consuming bus?
yes I know it’s a rap
Packed bus. Looking at jobs. Tummy feels like knots. Got to get to my stop. I’m not, going to be above all the things in mind. I’m live, but I have to worry about all the things all the time. I want to feel for all the things that are happening, but I’m just on my own moccasins.
I swear to you that they are doing this to keep your focus on your own problems. A distraction to stop you thinking about all they have done to make us get closer to the day it’s all over.
Anthropeacene. It’s own end and our own means. I’m not kidding, I just seem…
Knots in a scene. Not shibari fun but a knotted bleed. Hanging us all like Odins knowledge tree.
Giving up your eyes to save face
We see the truth
It’s them that’s making the hate
We can’t do this again
Anthropeacene, it’s just what they mean
All that will be left is lizards and queens
Bales of sodden sky fluff the horizon
Eaten by unicorns
Biting little flickers of ice
Chasing contrails together
Catching a jet airliner
Wingtips passing to touch
Bit and cusp, cusp, cusp
Giddy up for the galloping clouds
Forget the love of a billion stars as the wink upon the surface of a moons lake. Your blessing brings me my knees to buckle under the weight of the day.
Intoxicated light glimmering feathers upon my face
Soft, and flush, each a kiss from your body to mine
Reaching beyond each nerve to my soul and touching each part to heal it
Growing love, to melt into your body. Push gently, as a creeks first flowing in spring rain. Gulping then the streams supple blessing to my sounds forge.
A sadness drip we inject
A slippery mess
Mouth full of soons
Popping eyes
Thrusting knives
Rose maze …. Blind
Twice
Twice
Twice
Dies
(Koala)
Nay the last few days had brought her better leaves than ever
Never had it seemed they where growing faster than she could eat
The big ones, with their big stomp feet had helped her find them
Stems, stalk and leaf, they crunched in her mouth, slowly to be digested in her nap
The big ones visited her and brought more leaves, so many she could not believe
How had they found them? It had been such a struggle, all her life
Now, it was like, forests of leaves just for her, it was nice
Silently, cameras capture her subtle beauty, come to visit her, call her cutie
The moon shone upon her enclosure as she was feeling her age
Darkly, the night continues to expose shadows across the leaves
She can’t eat as many, but they bring her more than what seems like whole trees
No more, the next night, they being no more, as she is now in the big eternal eucalyptus tree
And the moon continues to shine upon the darkness left behind
Eastwardly the raspberry bush grows
Anchored, down in the grass with twelve counters
Each day one disappears, taken on travels of mysterious places
I tie my shoelaces, and think of the races
Perfect metaphors for the capitalist people, watching it
The system hits them and as hard, clasping the crop in its hand
The raspberry bush grows nearby, sticking thorns into those taking coins
How many metaphors can you stand? I’m just here, watching the grass and hoping you can know.
They sit on the sidewalk waiting
A set of three green bikes
faintly I sleep on bus
Kicking life inside my tum
Rush, of the fight inside my mind
Is never quite satisfied by all the din
Lilies on my dreams growing like fire
Likes on rushing to play my lyre
Truss upon truss over the rumors
Kite flying higher, blooming consumers
Ring a ding, upon the quick sin
Campus body slopes and upon me
The more you change the more you stay the same
the song goes on and but the track changes
what is the story in your head
was it so wrong to be unfed?
I cannot see into the future anymore
its all just a blurr
I want to know did you lie or did you die or did you sigh?
at the sound of the gun
did we have fun
well thats it really
I want to know these things because I want to know its right
to have feelings like this, feelings like fright
why am I so scared
To say what I believe
To say my parers
To the lack of self confidence that I have held so long and deer
but it seems that tomorrow it will all be better again
at the going down of the sun
and then in the morning
I will remember what it was
to be who I am
to say what is right
in the morning I will fight
I will have the strength and courage to go on
Will the hart of sunrise bring me strength?
If It does not, I don’t care
I don’t give a flying spare
Its all raw
its all the last straw
and well thats it really
I can’t go on like this anymore…
anymore
like a song thats gorn old
like a wrong thats been done
three fold and three fold again taking back what was said cannot be done
its all in the past
its all why i break my fast
take it in your arms
cradle it well
let it grow and destroy you
or let it show and annoy you
take a step in the shoes of a poor man
the former self reborn, you find yourself starting back…
I feel more alive than ever
I am have been able to think again
My mind has come back and forth through the void
whispers tell truth
of all of our ages
it makes us feel like we have stages
this is my last day as a monkey
tomorrow I talk to the birds and the bees
but I will be a man and I will be free
I feel no longer lost or found in a hedge
Its a way to be hidden just resting in bed
being lazy and not knowing who you are
makes you wish apon falling stars
this is my last day as a monkey
how borders and territories
and feelings a mix upon them
this is a day that has more than what songs can bring
I cross a road and follow a path
they restrict us sometimes our own minds aside
try and understand the words and we feel like were absurd
knowledge written down for ages burns to the ground
we feel lost and found
big black stone on a hill
to store all that we can
and in it is life
as we understand
this is my last day as a monkey
citys will be built on this land and we must understand
that is is our land
it is not going to last
if we treat it bad we will fast
starve all the way
beyond our present days
and die we will in our hundreds
so listen to the land, be you monkey or man
because she will tell you all she knows
you have to look after her
and it is your duty
if you do not
folly will follow you
I feel more alive than ever
I am have been able to think again
My mind has come back and forth through the void
whispers tell truth
of all of our ages
it makes us feel like we have stages
this is my last day as a monkey
tomorrow I talk to the birds and the bees
but I will be a man and I will be free
I feel no longer lost or found in a hedge
Its a way to be hidden just resting in bed
being lazy and not knowing who you are
makes you wish apon falling stars
this is my last day as a monkey
how borders and territories
and feelings a mix upon them
this is a day that has more than what songs can bring
I cross a road and follow a path
they restrict us sometimes our own minds aside
try and understand the words and we feel like were absurd
knowledge written down for ages burns to the ground
we feel lost and found
big black stone on a hill
to store all that we can
and in it is life
as we understand
this is my last day as a monkey
Someone’s walking in a shadows footsteps
only looking to be seen
never knew the wishers
were the voices of the reeds
in the wind that flows so slow
down below the waters edge
is a man whose just lost
everything he couldn’t get.
Somethings eating the beginning
of the story thats so long
so it becomes a shadows footsteps
a simple thing to ignore
the voices of the long dead
become those of the newborn.
There is a creek
a simple stream
that flows down a hill
and standing their is
is a women who borne everything
and shes walking
she walking in the shadows footsteps
How about a sip from my cup boy,
A simple little thing
You need not think that I am trying to real you in.
Its made from the peel of an orange and a little courage,
Not a thing you need worry about, I have no doubt
Drink it up, see its just like stout
Just a sip, thats all it takes, for the thing to have its grasp
You can’t give it a name, but it owns your soul
Give into its lure, line, hook, and in the cold
It will warm you up
Keep you high
then send you down to sigh
and start singing the simple line
How about a sip from my cup boy,
A simple little thing
You need not think that I am trying to real you in.
Sin upon sin
from within you mind
comes this desire for you to get higher
drink a little more from my cup
and you will know more about yourself than anyone could ever like
just a sip thats all it takes
will you break, will you shatter
against all the odds, will you not matter?
you try and fight it, but you soon find that another sip is all you need
you can’t deny it
just try it!
and your gone, never to be found, down into the ground
it in you now, and you can’t let it go
one thing alone can set you free, and I doubt you can pay the fee…
We wade out the way, to the ocean blue
I have been there way out on the ocean blue
Swimming I was, between these banners bright
Lost in the ocean, but to come back means we don’t
Sucking us down the rip in in the waves comes as suddenly
Grasping for air we see the lights
But then again we ask for a kiss
And then we are on the beach, and feeling dirty, unclean
I did sing to you, your dreams (long)
As the moon did shine upon us
Come hither, to the grove
Deep inside the big Forrest
I did sing to you, your dreams
I did sing to you, your dreams
You did sleep upon the leaves of autumn
And woke upon springs first rain
The fires of summer did come again!
And thats how we met,
In time again and times that pass
We meet again, and then we part
Four of us will meet again,
Four of us when sleep began
I did sing to you, your dreams
I did sing to you, your dreams
Well meet again and meet to part
Feet will take to the path
March upon the winters ground
And thats how we met,
In time again and times that pass
We meet again, and then we part
and then we part…
Cuddles are nice, and good for you too
Cuddles thrice, with food in your belly
feels and good as it could
I wish I could cuddle all my life
Cuddles make me feel,
all gooey and good
they change my mood
and hold me to you
Cuddles make me and you so happy
so lets have some cuddles tonight!
Glory sprung from frosty life. I weep as flowers spring to life. Whispers flapping in my wings. Teeth of memory, racing the clock. Imagination tired of these methods, metaphors of effort.
Weekly capsule to the skyline
Astrology given bylines
Moon is silent, quiet peace
Robot friends, little beeps
Sea of tranquillity filling me with dark hope
”40” posted the hog, his snout elongated and sniffly
Nursing a cold like a new witch nurse’s a baby familiar
He looked at his accounting books from the milk crate factory
Beeswax slipped slowly down the morning milkshake
Shining yellow wattle light upon the poster on the wall
His old friend’s monkey and fox, and him, and the band they used to play in
Monkey had what? Gone to be a chef at that restaurant, in where? the London grotto?
Fox was Vixen now and made silk scarves and could she still forge the fakes?
Back to it, working, in the old accounting books, no cooking these he thought, taking a sip and trying not to sneeze
Clean now. Could the band still play? After all we were called
Crime’6 D0 Pa7
that was it! 60. The hog typed the answer into the log and decided to take a break.
He would give the old band a call, as soon as this cold passed.
Sniffling and wiping the last of the shake off his bristles, it was snowing again and time to go
Boiling hissing floating sickly
Made collision tongues simple
Them through flick enimies
Class sections airs become
For its all a war
Car park replication sit
unproductive upper filters eat
Thing Moment past farts
Waits potential apes died
Boiling made them class
Hissing collision through sections
Floating tongues flick airs
Sickly simple enemies become
For it’s all for war
Car unprotective thing waits
Park upper moment potential
Replication filters past apes
Sit eat farts died
Pricks of starlight frothing from the formidable sky. Grey clouds smothering the moonshine. Down warmth from the old fur knitting. It’s just soft enough to sleep soundly.
Blue sun rises on frosty plains. I wake and begin the day. Warmth coming and kissing the ground. Softly melting, and bringing a hope for spring.
Pain. In the darkest places. Seeping, dripping, seeking, eating all it can.
Ice. Falling. Hail from the sky down to the frost covered ground. White, pure, but killing any hopes for spring.
Longing. I’m hearing you speak. Say words at a coffee table. Knowing that you will return to this moment. Knowing this is the moment I will remember in the weeks…
Ducks. Snow. Tamed memories.
Little things I remember.
Your presence. Essence. The place in the world your had.
Eclipse. Moonshine.
Water. The lake. Roaring waves. Iceland. Dark smiles.
Juxtaposition, and it’s still a hot coffee I’m drinking. Another morning. I’m here. I can still here you. It doesn’t feel fair. But since when was the goddess fair? She made both the grass and the snake hiding in it. Or just perhaps the precursors. The soup that makes our reality. The memorial service.
The ducks. The lake. The Lacertae.
Screamed hot pain
Boiler seas
Higher nose
Inbleem
The cycrone
Has spoken
Lies
Rip, rip the water apart
Wind screams of a ancient past
Knives of hail, knives in your hearts
Cycrone came for our heart
Twenty of the biggest dogs
Barking at a small child
Huddled in their blanket fort
Calling to their mothers
Mouse, nibbles at their toes
Et tu, mouse?
Begin my Chicago travels
punk scene and strong coffee
smoke clouds amoung blue hair
Future my demise, roll diagnosis experience
Peak rice blooming under sunset clouds
Can’t touch one sphere without spreading all the others
Neon man has a hat, slumps in the bar
Running lie, low swings, marksman’s eyes
Little did I mention, xylene chains and planting in the rain
From ghosts, black soap, hotel copies of the tribune and the post