Today I find myself worrying about tomorrow. Tomorrow I will find myself worrying about yesterday.

The love sage

Tender phantom tower
little finger caressing slightly
autumnal leaves flowing and falling
earth bound lightly.
Haunting cerebral hot against treasures blue
Picasso sweet and divided
there is the love and kisses cheek
rules of passion abides.
pine wood staking in the forest
bark like a puppy needs
forget forbid, forever forsooth
dipping the deeds
I shall tip my toe in the mud
because I could and the needs indeed
enrapture causes a diamond mind
to plant a summer seed.
I forget you
I forbade true, let the kind
I believe a man that needed hue
cry and save the dew of my mind.
yellow leaves across and angry
tits of birds on fat balls indeed
hold my hand weak and angst
chicks open beaks and feed.
mom, i cried in a silver coconut
fortunes predicted a decadent decision
shivering finger nails
cut amongst an incision.
I missed the fog on orange bloom
amongst the rooms of sunsets craved
bumble bees flew away and crying
their minds destroyed and caved
it's that time at a weekend
where I tumbled a thousand days
frigid for thoughts
aim and send my friend.
where is the tower of thoughts
I just want to lay next to you
soul voices scatter next to me
or do i wander oh so true.
and so the unforgiven cries
if this judgement prays for all
we can not hail this unforgiven
through decadence short and tall.
trust in me I beg of y'all
the life of extinguished mind to hurt
this petite prey i threw amongst shoulders
when the angels argued amongst the curt.
And yet the yellow fawn is part of us
the discovery of the passage
the piano player is all amongst us
the monster of the love sage.

I rub the featherd veins
that rear away on the out skirts of my hand
cling to my finger nails
hover on the ends and smile

I loved you in the blue afternoon if yesterday
to offer the enormity of the heart
to dance in a sunny disposition
after we finished before we start.

only your God will prenounce us dead
sat in the cemetry of your being
tearing from every well
was blind to love but now im seeing.

Sugar Cola Cubes

Introspective mathematics
a merged butterfly camouflage
on a buddleia purple
against a sky
I cry every day for my father
sugar cola cubes tinted with redness
hover intently and collapse.
The immersion heater scolds me
it is my intensity
do you know how easy this is for me
rummaging through the gut of my mind
to find the intestines of cerebral sheep
that I count, 1 2 3
every fucking night like a little bo
Yo
count with me I beg you with a crook
thieving from history.
stealing in an obscure rectangle that describes the collapse
of a universal relapse
retrospective
mathematics.

snipette

Stab of yellow
streaks silently across canvas
a hay day sunrise peeps
seeps the stalker, taller
from the under growth
to the over shrink
gatherings of dirty, rusty nails
flail up hill to solar light
in fields we erupt
to gaze
to make this day our own.

Tilted perspective

A Prussian blue washes
over me from head to toe
a violent varnish
encasing
locked in statuette silence
ultra marbles spiders weep
a hue so alive
in the entanglement of chaos
misfortune less
the reigns of spectrum
oceans depth
to ozone hues.

Forgive the rapist

High lighted on a shadow freeway
angels feeding on my rib cage
it is my lottery day
the breeze, it blows and billows my way.
Tears drench the rouge of my cheek
a lonely prostitute roaming a Parisian street
to provide for a child whose father is a passage
a regret, a run away, a rage.
Lay in bed, lay in a street, lay in a faint
of destitution, absolution
pollution of body and mind
until the salt water drowns you and me both
in a broth of hurt and regret
baby of mine fields
Shields protection
you need education and smacking of brains and lips
of rescue and obscure
pips seeded in fields
bred like rats on heated somersets morn
rape seed raided
fed because he don't recognise me anymore.
I'm just a dirty whore of pig millions
a plethora of insipid stripped bacon poetry
a motion of a shadow in darkness
bled to death
gave birth to a sack of beauty
lost my life to a cutie of indescribable
bible talk
my baby walked and progressed
unlike the mother I became
she will live free of the cells of
castration,
infatuation
that mother fucker who killed me
that mother fucker who created you
I forgive Him

Unforgiven raptures

Reverse and breathe
a Gypsy ride
inhale and seek
disturb the pride
of my first love.
succeed I must on heather grey
on knees I fall in dust
and prey
in the sky to swoop
on down, in me
her locks of gold
I still
in mist
conceive.
Where art thou?
my history that painted
the becoming of the beginning
the reason of the sinning
the end of the story
the aftermath of a glory
I can not seek to comprehend
I can not beg for
its very end
stone me
in a quilt, a blanket
stag dear antler me
prick, pause
tick tock the claws
still ,in a highland mist
protrudes in a Salmon river
the thoughts of you
a dusty bonded book on shelves
mimic me on thoughts that delve
within a depth charge
lethargic cat lick dry like tongue
sip the sap of the cork tree hounded
by a wolf that sounded in after thoughts
taught its cubs internally
on me
in me
see me
explore me
ask me
two decades pass and she is still instill
me.
Perhaps a question of unforgiven raptures
a ceiling of uninterrupted laughter
a sign on a deserted back street collapses
for no one to hear
misdirected in a passage of tears
I still stare at an image of shadows
ghosts of hurt and withered dreams
of wintered hopes and times discreet
I claim my land and hope to gain
this former love one day
remain.

beyond doubt

I acquired a wired piece of wood
the grandfather in the neighbourhood
told me that's why i could
release me and the family
away from this poor blood
would teach me gutter gathering gung ho
take me fairy tale above the below
don't matter if I'm black or I'm white
strum beyond the after thought of the night
the moon don't command me anymore
the cigarillos don't conduct the smoke
the floods didn't conduct me
New Orleans
on high over protection frequency
better than the soul less of new york
I drown in your Blondie
delved beyond the obvious
the second street of cause and caustic embrace
laced with silk i crave
you will never get away from the new Orleans grave
Me and Kathryn tripping on the Mississippi steamer
me with draws pulled tight
her with an after glow all through the night
we were winning, y'all may lose
yet we conducted ourselves with decor
the pistol barrel chested lawyer blow
his voice announcement did not phase
the two of us
for me and the K have done more than this
between us.
Call me a cheat?
you god damn shit
that's when she reproduced the pistol within
the abyss of my pocket
spun me around
that accuser fucker hit the ground
with a bullet in the chest
and she smiled at me
and we both
took a dive
into the Mississippi
and washed up on the shore bank
having taken the particular bank out
we will now run for our lives
no matter how many times we are cursed
and dispersed
little J will be educated
and our myth will shout!
it takes a real couple
to survive
beyond all
beyond width
beyond height
beyond doubt.

The confederates and the Union

I swore allegiance to Castro
stood in the book store window
or was I just a myth?
a labyrinth of conspiracies
F.B.I enhanced
brain collapsed on the limousine trunk
enhanced
by a black and white vision
a 1960's television that danced
his brain and cells interior
communist fell melt, felt inferior
the vision caught installed
I was that sniper
on the grassy knoll.
Exploded for all the globe to see
the dreams of a nation fell with me
how long before Obama's caught
amongst progressions after thought
on a street car named progression and desire
we write his name on the ambition pyre
sent up, in another Havana cigar
smoke billowing within an open top car
another scape goat victimised
for I got away within the politicised lies
myself and at least four other shooters
deleted from the encyclopedia
obsolete from history, actions mooted
I was, indeed one of the hobos under that bridge
I was one of those recruited and did what I did
again, one day, for the CIA?
Barrack may go in just the same way
progression democratically does not suit our way,
there is too much oil in the world today
a southern stronghold will always pay
we may not have won the civil way
but the Confederates will triumph
will always remain aloof
and yet our victory will stay anonymous
for the Union will never gain the truth.





.

Balance on a tip toe

The seventies cry a thousands tears
black school upon Afros wired
I begged a chess piece
swim amongst live pried
You trod on a piano
ivory and ebony enhanced
danced and romanced
fancies in a bow tie lanced
The ballerina balanced on a tip toe
just so
Gypsies dance go go,you resent me
foresee, upon the tarot cards
the picture hard of a Greek chewing
Annunciation
the place being, upon my spasm
its not even a humanisn we
shelve to dissolve in a cup of water
on a mahogany of a an alter
to shelter under the breath of god
minted. scented. absconded,
the veins of my arms
perverts fears
the seventies cry
a thousand tears.

England
we have suffered enough
though we stood strong
through tears and chees
eack day grew long
England
we

Insanium

Audio for the following poem

Before me and after words

I intertwined a thread of theology
of obscure announcements and deliverance
of country lanes and banjo playing
religious gospel singing and sayings
in motel rooms with hand guns hidden
porno movies playing on forty cents television
reliving in a twentieth century apparition
ain't no god going to deliver or provide a decision.
Yet they came forth and took us unwelcome
my love and I without a warning
swarming like hornets,what was I supposed to do
I had to protect her, so pumped the bullet's out
and she died before me
I saw her face die expressionless. cold
hold
on to her hair and i pray
spattered in a vision of three dimensional vision
I entangle and say
not her
I regress and concur with your petty
cop cries
she dies in my arms
she dies in my arms
she dies
reload
below the chin
there aint a word
anymore like sin.

The opera of submarine fingers

An opera they cling to my fingers
and the underneath of my hand
holds like an octopus
babies stickies claws I hope progress
beyond me and remain fond
into knuckles we must recognise
sings in a note of a clasp
relapse
and draw on an ink spurted easel
black squid, insipid the denial
I crave to curtail
the mollusk clinging to an alien rock
asking who the father and mother was?
This Opera denies me a levity of the sky beyond
the rock pool
the stool of a mind I hated
felt degenerated beyond sea
weed me like a pond
respond i plead you
Please I beg you

with tears in my eyes
encapsulated like a mind submarine
the depth of dark is cold and true
it always lingers
like the original fingers

Entangled promiscuity

This entangled ingenuity that allows me to cry
my own poetic promiscuity
delving into an artistic archeology
like a leap of the ancient bull to glory.
Horns glaring towards my face
I dodged without disgrace or pause
flexed my muscles and perplexed
Minoan island civilisation
destroyed by a volcano
did you know
the tumble of the mind vexed
crashing ash like a cigarette of today
on lungs pounding during
sounding through a voice of modern
tumble
He drew a breath through a saxophone
ancient and relax
caustic lungs on fire just for today
drawing a breath from yesterday.
Eruption
consumption multiplied through assumptions
provided
divided and given notes
hope
on a ancient Greek island
made of sophistication and sand
beyond the tongue twisted lands
music of the muses
amuses even on a horizontal
me.
This entangled reason to be a matador
Jazz,
Fedora
a hat to wear on the shore of a beach i adore
we
two thousand years of consumption
mixed in a blender
of splendour or die
to reveal the promiscuity
of the entangled obscurity
that allows me to be confused
and cry.


http://mikejmartin.mypodcast.com/2010/06/entangled-311129.html

K and the lilly sugar coated cigarretes

the whole white petal assumes
blooms, with the pollen of nectar
the sun, radiates and encapsulates
the figure of the sun shines im a springs mind
breath within, candy coated cigarette sticks
bought for you in a sweet shop free plastic tubs
held your hand
yet you stand in adverse reaction
retraction to the genuine
offer
the spire of the church casts a shadow, in the lane, we will dance
amongst the eighteenth century cemetery, days romanced
you, and only you, in lily white
amongst the seasons i guessed
progressed, just a little further
upon the harshness that is you.
Yet still the Lillie's scent
in my absent,
because i can not be there with you
might as well be an Atlantic storm away
and yet the letters i scroll will reach out through time
no matter what
you may one day be mine
With no regression into the shadows
i tried to hold your hand with no regrets
amongst the field of Lillie's
the steam train laid low and alone
amongst the budlia pollen
and the bag of sugar coated cigarettes.

Amongst the planets and the Moon

I flew amongst the planets and the moons
the pumper nickles of a universe behest
the questions the request
the stifling thoughts of a yester decade
the wonders of why of observers
waiters hanging on, being the servers
of silver service contemplation on a plate
of see, food and eat it all up
with a nap
kin attached to the waste
try to address the problematic, static, automatic
revulsion of my sin
yet I did it without fear
although the tear that dropped, pained my cheek
turning rouge on rough on rapid
chique
the salty water falls, ignore the collapse
relapse if you can in to love
let it encapsulate, drown you
suffocate the very being of what you do
fill your lungs
a heavy chest of treasure
it can not arrive too soon
as I flew amongst the planets
and the moon.

Inside the Insanium

when i stepped inside the Insanium
the heat blasted my already ruddy cheeks
as the soft cell walls greeted me like a parakeet
squawking in anger, with a high pitched screech
clawing from the inside out
the shouting in colours of turquoise and uber marine blue
trying to inject me through the force of a thousand men
the sweat of angst trembled on the peak of my nose
one arm clinging to the craggy faced dew
this apparition of Insanium within a gilded cell
will not allow myself to dwell on why I am here
fear, in a sound wave of microscopic pitch
where I abandoned my mind in the cerebral dirty ditch
raped on the buffalo plains angst of existence
feather boa of a peacocks eye accompanied the dance
arrested and entangled amongst arms
it will not work anymore will it? my charms
I'm committed to the Insanium
a planetarium of alternative thoughts
nurtured in the scene house of my life
glass enhancing the sun cells
like a to my ma to plants
apologies, as fertiliser
shit on shit for me
handcuffed and bound
I ran out of furtive ideas
it left me dumb
inside the Insanium.
calculations of a mathematics equation
passion of a lower angle persuasion
the ten gallon ship sailed south long ago
through the history of my genetic ocean
my burnt matter needs an application of lotion
to protect it from the ultra violent fight
I will rub the cracks and crevices of cells
until I find what is making my mind ejaculate
wait for the coming
of an answer
I wish I had no longer begun
to scroll on the walls in blood
these open veins of thoughts and ideas
intense intrusions
within, the Insanium.

I grew strong

He died, my father, and i grew strong
belonging to his heart and soul
to his blood, I ran through rigmarole
and chanced, danced, through the midnight
the moonlit pretty stars of a universe
my father died and yet I grew strong.
the fiddle played and yet we craved
to lie in a meadow on that summers day
to laugh and cry in equal hour
till the time grew different
untill the taste turned sour,
and i loved a part of you
and wished till the day drew long
that my daddy didn't die,and that I grew strong.
I hope my life never grows incomplete
that the cancer never caught him, obsolete
that the bitches in hell come and see me first
the Satan's sons feel to outburst
the spawn of sins and memory relapsed,
because maybe its my time to make their heart collapse
don't ever take my father away
because this time I will address, this point again
there is no sun to shine no more
without a hand to catch you before you fall
I cant stop loving you
its what i do
i write poetry about it,
You gave me the strength daddy
to live tall and long
but you passed away, and yet I grew strong.
I will arm wrestle with the Devil himself
challenge him to absolve, and give in
challenge his chess game, his chest gains
his thoughts and his sins
just to keep you daddy close to me
so the nature of souls cant take you away
because it was way too brief
and i am way too long
that a decade passed
and kept in,
and I still grew strong.

My first actual Rap

seems like I don't you no more
but I'm going to get to know you like i knew you before
before the times grew bad and the tastes turned sour
I'm going to take the hands of time and wind them back another hour
I'm going to show you
all the things that you can own
the possessions you can have
cause they're only a stones throw away
if that's what you really crave
have peaceful memories to take to your grave
you don't have to kill another man to get what you deserve
life's not mapped out, it don't follow on a curve
no one told you. yall had to be a habitual criminal
living in a cage like a mother fucking animal
people say"go on rehabilitate yourself"
but rehabilitation is like putting yourself through hell
i never knew a single person that been through cold turkey
didn't end up, acting king of quirky
its got to be you have to see
you have to realise the difference between you and me
no matter how many times I'm gonna tell you in the day
we're gonna do it right now
gonna do it my way
taking time, taking effort
its all in the mind
lets look and we shall seek
see what we can find
pressure may be maximum
results may be minimal
don't die in a cage
like a god damn animal.

Baby.....

Shaved head, beard trimmed
part of becoming a legend, a part of the machine
the obscure,the obscene
switching lines and rhymes
moving between paragraphs and lines
not caring for form
there's a hunting season going on
triple barreled rifle and a taste for blood
shadows dance on lap poles for me
from the top of skyscrapers i see
everyone and everything
in apartments and streets obscured to most
lying down through the cross hairs
moist and wet
hunters going to get what he gets.
Korea advisor said
"you wont amount to shit son, hall logs for a livin"
screw that bitch, I'm killing,I'm sinnin,i livin now
first one i took out
on the doorsteps of the career steps
he accepts
it
now!
then the mask applies
Venetian style, take my kids to school
never said i couldn't breed,never said i couldn't feed
the family, although in my case
the Don says all
but my suit and tie gives me credence
don't it?
I amounted to the top of most peoples persuasions
to mothers judging eyes i was able
to dress the daughter in gingham and bows
even if I didn't abide by your laws
In Laws
they had to
bye bye,they ordered me too, Big Frankie and the crew
I'm just a simple man, hired for a job
seen my face,its a disgrace but I'm not intelligent enough
to , to to, to, to,
stop hitting me baby
i told you the truth
i told you of love
I can't not do this baby
baby
baby.
I can't cry enough.

Vegas and All

So we took out the debts and went gold digging
in a place our kids couldn't find us
a golden glow with sand in our face
unshaven, undressed, a total disgrace
betting on red and black on rats in a cage
raindrops on windshields and cops allowing us
tip of the hat and a hundred dollar bribe
as many drugs as we can take,as many as the phony doc can prescribe.
Six bullets in the chamber of commerce
the bank manager will not answer me back
tied up with his employees bloody in the face
let me in the safe,be safe,just in case
I've gone crazy on silver dollar lane
insane mother fucker, no time for you
i jumped the line,hit the Teller
I'm not the husband,I'm that other fella
the one you were attracted to in the first place
the one who struck the guy in the cinema for looking at you
all different
well I'm back, like the
proverbial massive attack,
I'm not wearing the tie or sleeves
I'm not seeing the kids the achieve
Mints on the counter
ropes bound the work mates
twenty seconds before the blues arrive
i don't give a
dollar whore who survives
i ain't slept for sixteen days,i cant control my words or me
I'm a part of my own satisfaction
strap me to the electric chair,I'm taking you all with me,see
especially you honey,me and you,
one or all will bleed.
ten,nine,eight,seven,six,five
better
four,three,two,one
son
_____________________________________

intertwined mind

Coon hunting way on south way
hounds sniffing on Mississippi bay
to track those black and whites on branches
divide on a pick up truck
likely all give us up
but I'm moving, disapproving
to change
into an Englishman
like the
wake up call
in a motel
for tell
I'm trying to digress
progress
hello, how are you
how do you do
with a bowler hat and umbrella
I told you i was that other fella
Jekyll and hide
behind
the soon
the raccoon
and squirrel hunt
for the brain to eat
in the marble playing south
the rolley hollers
living in backward squalor's
I do not appreciate the lines that are fed
noodling for Flatheads
I'm a
inbred
in bread
gentleman
crumpets and times be gone
south north east and west
you may never know
which way is best

For this the English countryside

A sensual being
rides the mist over heather
with purple days and pollen nights
the skies, transformed
a mix of hell weeping green ghosts
night owls and bat seeks
unshaven angles of mountainsides
hills and meadows divided high
cut with walls
appals my mind
for this, the English countryside.
I hover over a canvass
with oil dripping from trays
my hand is a spectrum tattooed
with colours of the evening
serene, the scene
I try to cultivate like the plants
laugh, like Sylvia Plath could not
who are you black shoe,
I am but the eye
for this, the English countryside.
Rub my knuckles in the dirt
and wash upon the white
mix the trouble, of the skies setting
the oils and water from natural springs
birds and underground voles
moles, squeaks and sings
they must of course bow
with baton in paws
and confide
to the orchestra
for this, the English countryside.
I fell asleep on downs of spring like
encased in leaves all brown and hue
inspired by autumn,spring and summer
winter dreams the gales blew through
yet still I painted this mercy of trouble
to mount one day in a hall applied
be framed for all to look upon
this, for all to stand in awe
our grandeur
English
countryside.

Denial of a childrens spirit

I'm smiling in spite of circumstance
teeth like a horizon
hoping that you hold on to me
the children i don't have
eyes caressing me through my impotent
an unfinished sentence
i wished i could complete
through a sunset you never believed
a bitter thought
i couldn't conceive
that bounce of a baby in a sunset
that non committal regret
changing of nappies
and breakfast feeds
of teats lactating
milk fibre and progress of genes
i crave to pass on intelligence
minus my hatred
plus my need and my love
romance and the ability to dance
the written word
subtract the absurd
child
I need you.
although i would try
multiply
in an instance
and yet
I deny.

Jaw chewing

I'm biting the inside of my mouth
clawing at gums and circumstance
where the devil and angels meet
on a cross barrier
a fortified teeth grinding
sensation
an apprehension
a comprehension
of a jaw clenched
like a boxer in a brawl
a man on his knees
during the street crawl
begging for dollars and recognition
playing a guitar just to make
ends meet and romance
do you hold my tongue truer
than yours
you know you can't dispose
in a rivers end
wrapped in a bag of parts to a friend
holding back and spine
extinguish the scent with a hint
of lime and fruit
pursuit by the cops
cut off your hair and become naked
to escape
to dodge
I ain't going back to jail
to the chair i can't relax in
never will the Lords forgive my sin
put the bullet in my head
better off dead.

The who of are. Evoloution Charles

I sensed your scent across the cross
the angry winds
the entrails of a destination
amongst the heather, purple
and blue within the honey due
to you, and the bees produced
soldiers ordering and workers feeding
and ants in the nest and hive
an evolution of breeds
in a thousand years time
adapted Darwinian predictions alive
to survive.
morphed and realised
a combination of a native
winged and walking
loving and stalking
pollen and finding the ground
Braille and sound
Ant bee, pollen of the honey and the aftermath
on the plants and leaves
me
hanging dry
environmental
crazy and sentimental
crying and sober
its all a part of the natural order
a dictation
evolved
solved
my meditation took me too far
its almost av ant Garde
yet I painted it all anyway
on a canvass of desperation
of inspiration
Charles I stand in awe
for in this thousand year of time
you are still the who
of are.

The Mist

I dreamed
because of you and circumvented
on a wisp of clouds
a vapour
I mist
you.
I flailed and floundered
the beached dolphin
of sin and desperation
tired and interpretation
to find land and sand
and the blow hole suffocated
I tried
to appease and pleas
went begging
on a shore ditched land
with only castles
built by
me and the sea.

The Ghost

The ghost
that lives in a happiness and yet
tosses and turns
rediscovering a time
a tick of a tock
a child and a second
born
does not make the cogs right
the intricate mechanisms
die
on the bed of the real life.
I loved you in a bald realisation
a cheerleader
English major dehumanisation
yet I seek alternatives
because of my own unhappiness
change me
i beg
change me
my children are perfect
unlike this sticky relationship
where my own dawn is false
the evenings are because
a tie us, to a pole
like a horse to a foal, will be with you
because you are the father
Tis true.

dressed to kill

Tuxedo
served as a silver service
waiter
the ideal assassin
more salad sir
stabbed through the back of the neck
more salad sir
bled out
he can not shout
nor scream
bad service
a harvest of the mind
dressed to kill
to pepper mill
to fulfill a dream i longed for
why
the bow tie even of a yesteryear
when he announced a reduction
of jobs to my father
we lost the house and scraped
by
bye bye
twenty years of festering
this is my law
tuxedo.

Johnson says his is...

Johnson called it an expedition
a pathway to perfection
a cleansing claustrophobic
life absorbing self cathartic
introduction to a container containing
anger and self destruction.
I call it a trip into the mind of ridicule
and sarcasm, an entity of a city
skyline with smoke billowing
and innuendo twisting and spilling
contrite only for itself on days
it chooses and chews and regurgitates.
You may call it whatever you desire
on the weekends or an evening
with the ones that you love
or the dreams of the ones that you hate
its an internal cerebral debate
Johnson and I and you
are not even sure of what It is
but its there, isn't it
inside of us
the middle, the hole,
the something that's missing
Its indescribable
isn't it?

Mass confusion

Dragged
through the mire with the desire
to end
classical music of the eighteenth
century plays along
accompanying along side my mind
nagging
voices that never tire
constant, several different ones
its five
its seven
its four
its blue
its black
its green its eight
its up
its east
its blue its eight its west its black
dragging
through the mire
the wind is chilling
the trees, dance, finger wrapped
breaking the suns rays
speckled fragments of which
touch my face
I think I will sleep in the woods
tonight.

The straw boated man

The straw boated man croons
his battered guitar sings with strings along
waves are crashing as the fishermen
plays, a catamaran fights
the wind and wins
a carnage of flags and palm trees
bow
in ordnance to the dance
of the seagulls pirouettes on invisible thermals
only they can see, and hold, and romance
The gentleman sat to my right
is slowly basted red
although no sun has shed
in half a week
so the sangria is doing its job
I laugh inside, and realise
that my tan too is finalised.
A troll sits on the sea front wall
performing fellatio on a mint choc ice cream cone
a troll? perhaps a she teen
I try to focus and take it in
a bridge is left unguarded I fear
a tear
From the wind breakers
on my cheek
as the cone ejaculates green
on her second chin
and I weep.
It is time to return the cell of an apartment
retire my desire
prey for fire and warmth
the sea front closes
disclosure
I flip a Euro to the straw boated man
and sleep, weep
in the salty
aftermath
spanish legs raised
can can.

I met a Muslim and a Scotsman

It is no ones fault
except the forecasters who sold
the beds in the first place
I met a Muslim and a Scotsman
who swore in Arabic and Celt it had never
ever
happened before
the coffee liquor
and Quantro, may help me sleep tonight
to ignore the dust and stained sheets
and continue the fight.
A tattooed man smiles you see
he may be looking for someone like me
to explain the best bus routs to travel on
or the train I should board. to catch
I fasten the patio windows
double secure the latch
yet tonight I shall sleep
that much I guarantee
the house wines in my head
from the nightmare afternoon
yet it will, on a twist
set me free.

Do you fancy changing the world together?

Do you fancy changing the world together?
with your blue eyes and mine of black
reversing the aneurysm
the heart attack
instigating a reason to butterfly effect
a porcelain skin, i crave
grave and willing on an inlet
ship out and deviate
on menus we can not afford,
do you want to change the world together?
we dont understand and yet we trans pond
on a lillypad of time
spawn of cream and cry
I ate a tear and try to respond.
forever is not long enough for me
we saw a soar rising sun in the middle of nextyer year
a shadow danced in a ghost in an eighteen wheeled V
banjo Ally was all it found
do you want to change the world with me?
they say its impossible
it could never be done
but I travelled to insania, and found
a laughing insecurity, a fellow place
in my mind
it's a retrospective bareback ride
that I need to saddle forever
do you fancy chaining the world together?