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
I do not wish for a kiss
I do not wish for that bliss
I just want a normal nights sleep
Reap the quiet so I might
Covid has us stresses beyond the scope
And Donald needs walk the rope
We never thought we would be on this slope
can I cope
I cant cope
Resort to reaping my sleep
Sowing nothing in the deep
Creep creep creeks
You’re my oxygen, one breath of you, I was hooked for life
You’re my love friend, one kiss of you, I was tired my wife
It’s our love again, it lasts and lasts, even at the darkest night
Be careful with me, I’m a gentle precious miss who’s bright
Oxygen, breathe in
Life, heave in
We, can be in
Love
Joined at the hip
Kiss the lips
Lasts the length of the oxygen
Rampant brush jungle
Reminds me of Durundal
Cat named Stella stumbles
Backyards jungle, a metaphor
Creatures fluff is a semaphor
Jumping over bundles
Somewhere in the heavens,
They are waiting
Rumble, rumble, rumble
Granules pour from spoon to cup
A little moment, sipping light and joy
Milky smoke between the trees
Soursweet moment of morning rise
Read, and sigh at the end of the drink
Love, a heart to beat inside my mind
Joined, beyond the past, a journey taken together
Time, alone my side is never made again
Love, a heart to beat inside my mind
Bloom young one / a breach of the day
Stroke a short bloom / lieutenant of a day
Weeping symbol justice / growing yeast feeds
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
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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
Jump up to the height
Move all the frightening things
Then the deck chairs fall
Down and all abhors
Crush upwards to the sky
All for that bull gods mize
Little bits of grass just in reach
Life beats inside my head
Love flows from all the places
Let’s stay like this
Away from all the other things
Awe at how soft you are
Answer to my questions
And I can’t be away from you
Down the path of a maze of fasts, grows the mast of a tree I have never before seen. I may hath fauna and free, upping my great hunger for I saw upon a mushroom thee a fae of new life.
Bright blessings to you, my great friend. I shall call thee? Whom?
My breath did think for a second, for I knew that not giving my true name would be a great idea, for a fae asking it is almost knowing it, and having it will give it a power upon me that no other hath posses. So I had an idea, to give a falsehood, a trick name for a tricksy creature. A fae shouldn’t be given your real name, no matter the cost, for the cost of giving it would be greater even still.
My name is the night sky above us, a star that shines the darkest yet can be seen by all. My reply seemed to satisfy the fae.
Ah. You are well versed in the law of the fae. I am glad that you did come this way. For I have need of your labour.
Again, I knew that I could not agree totally to what the fae wished. Behold for it still could ask me to count the atoms in a tree and I would be cursed to do so until I finished such a task even if I died beforehand. So I said,
“I shall only agree if you do half the work, and my reward is a measure of riches beyond the king of the ocean.”
And this the Fae did smile at me and qouthed It is done, so it shall upon completion of the task for which I will do half.
The fae did then tell me the task, was in fact to steal the Treasury of said king of the ocean. I was flummoxed at such a task, for it was the king of the ocean whom was but a fae himself.
”A rather ambitious proposal, methinks you hath a plan of great theft to accomplish it?” I changed my stance, upon the rock of which I was standing.
Indeed. The fae’s eyes said and we passed into the realm of the fae. A many tales can be told of the realm, ones of forests, castles, caves, dark and light in play beyond imaginings of newly formed ideologies. A place of both life, magic, death, and the astral play amongst all. A place of nothing but the most strange, but also strangely normal, of birds flying backwards, flowers pollinating bees, words writing people, and a rainbow that connects all together like a path that has no beginning or end.
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
Look across the expanse
Beyond the mist and fog
You can only just see the other side
We curse our circumstance
Only wishes to flog
We have all been taken for a ride
By the man who holds the gun
Who tricked us, made to dance
By his illegitimate horrible garish hide
As he watches us silently die, I shall know he will not find
A heavenly spirit or hellish iffirit
Greater than the combined will we shall hate him with
Trilogy of course a song at a pause, a tinkle in the sky due
Arrange all that arrangements within the arrearage that Providence was supplemented
A chicken in my pocket, a trinket in my socket, a heart in my song, along along
Spider and besides her hair, a beak of the finest pear, my gods it is a simple wrote
Why the goat?
Why the goat?
Tore at the towers gate, a distance from the salty lake that sits upon the midnight haste’s a moon above and beyond its gate
Dark castle waits with a vampires touch, a sociologist at heart he wants to study, the way in which the bite does flurry, flurry in the hearts of men
A dock full of rockets, a paladin and a robber, sit uneasy in truce to catch the brute, whom wilt above the town
And all the while the fool does sing, songs of pockets, chicken and men, a happily known life of Blissfull ignorance of the terror that awaits them…
Killer blancmange wining the tennis
Dragons the janty haircut scales as all
Jump a lungs prong oblong hand
Wedding fish trail on the mailing route
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
Getting all the dreams
Corona and work by Microsoft Teams
I can’t get my coffee and cream
Washing my hands, and singing my prayers
Watching the screen, getting glare to spare
I’m watching a live stream of O’hare
Oh I’m lonely
distance socially
Coronavirus blues
Missing all the social cues
Nightmare fueled by the midnight news
Shutting the stores down, chewing on noodle cores
I’m just trying to do what I can and not be sore
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
A man walking
Street lights change
Pavement and hazelnut coffee
Storm hails from a dark unseen sky
A cat wandering slowly eating the birds killed by the hail
A fox running through the square
Women in pink dress with black hair, fixing her shoe
Crows nesting
Watching them fledge
A night of rain like none ever before
Less cars than before
More urgent steps
The crows come back
A storm kills them too
A cat, sits and sees the humans too
The days seem to have been shorter
Then heat and heat and heat
Cats lie abandoned
One human slowly walks though the square
Only the cat left
Years pass
Empty city full of cats
Everything is breaking
Animals and plants come back
Ice falls often
Then the cats are bigger
Smarter
A then one finds me
And I cannot observe anymore
this man evil.
not Hitler evil
not even sideshow bob evil
not a supervillain
just a man who has no brain, no hart, no soul
just a man who is killing us all
by doing noting at all
he is shellman
a sellman who is but a shell
dead, bereft of life but walking on the ash
shaking leaf hand received by none
he is done, done, done
he is shellman
a sellman who is but a shell
said, gives nothing the knife salting a lash
fake he has no place upon our earth
he is dumb, dumb, dumb
this man evil.
not Hitler evil
not even sideshow bob evil
not a supervillain
just a man who has no brain, no hart, no soul
just a man who is killing us all
by doing noting at all
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
Gathering
The dust and flames from fast recall
Smothering
All the thoughts and prayers you call
Blasting
Winds through canopy to embers fall
Leaving
Nothing untouched anymore
(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