Thursday, 18 July 2013

Is it City life that pains me so,
and where if then have I to go?
To a house in the woods, my own food to grow,
My own devices, life and vices - a future to hand sow.

My mind so busy yet to you it wonders often,
I lay with sense of longing - your company to share.
As life does move though desires I try to soften,
By boundless beauty am taken and helpless to stare.

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Saturday, 1 June 2013

Woodland

How Incomprehensibly astounding. My spirit without warning, propelled out of me with such instantaneous momentum, blown off my seat on a mossy log like a cannon into the clearing, transformed into a giant amoung the trees, a being, a something, a nothing; virtual but as alive as everything else in the forest, the tree's overgrown lazily slanting canopy formed a majesticall lattice around me dancing large distances and smiling with life, I looked at my strangely shaped, strangely coloured arms for a seccond which made me consider if I was something resembling a giant dog, trying excitedly to figure out what I was, but too entertained to figure it out before being enveloped again by a maze of leaves, the whole upper forrest wallpapered with soft, colourful, indescribably beautiful, colourful leaves, living, breathing, shining with light like supple stained glass windows, decending gloriously from the peak, I laughed  for a while and a sustained a long smile of pure blissful enjoyment as this heaven continued unrolling itself before me.

Monday, 4 March 2013

Driving back home like a dangerous mission, all he thinks are thoughts of chemical acquisition, tries to ignore all the spooky shit he sees in peripheral vision.

He thinks, quick, get to the gym, tries to beat out all the evil in him, and restore some fucking equilibrium, still dizzy from 5 days in spin..  Shit, is that how long its been? I havent even noticed, maybe next time ill fill my desk with these fuckin post its. Its a sin..  No one around to have a drink with him - fine I wont drink, leaves me more time to think, up raw terminology for lifes crooked ontology.. Consult my books on neurology, try and come up with an answer for this intrinsic resistance, Einstein reckoned it was Spooky action at a distance - not in this instance, mind your business.

Monday, 18 February 2013

Cluck

Chicken, grown up chicks that grew up clucking, clockwork fucking - messy, stew of amphibians legs, smiles like iridium lead, too many people to bed, too short a life to be lead, these eggs out to screw us with reptilian moanouvers, hair raises on end, stands to cold attention, growing mold in detention crack open my skull perform surgical intervention, implant clurgical inventions, or at least some best laid intentions, messed my whole deck of cards, wrecked my whole head with scars, left playing 52 card pickup, they're light but many, the fight still in me steady, but still loosing heat, I'm measuring in kelvin the fake greets I witness more seldom, but to that I darnt delve IN.

She says she won't come home, because there's no raisins..
Now I'm sitting here scratching my fucking brains in, tryin't think if I've ever heard of a lie so brazen.
Who the fuck these Bitches think they're entertainin, always manipulating and never explaining, often stipulating  their roaring orders, man I hope I don't have those kind of daughters or else I'll show 'em where the fucking door is.

Friday, 11 January 2013

beach bikini breasts blinking

work so hard leaves little time for thinking, distracted like beach bikini breasts blinking, carnival rides of peoples intolerable lives, their autopsy revealed nothing but black tar inside! took some time off to adjust my thinking before drunk alcohol drinking, never make much commotion just fulfilling my quotient of divine mental devotion with sublime seminal emotion manifested in fine lyrical emulsion to lay down the base coat, no scape goat, no slit throats, no pope in his mobile, just trying to keep it real, be my own king be free stay soluble with soliloquy and I'll stay being me known to some as _, work at scraping the mental barrel till the right kinda things unravel, fresh thyme travel, herbs in my breakfast, words in my best verse, succinct terse bursts, well dressed like bandaged nurses tit but don't listen to me I'm fulla shit!