I guess that I'm fine

There's a sneaky thief that inhabits my inner soul
He delves into the shadow of my heart and creates a rigmarole
There be treasure ahead on the destrted isle
A chest of heart attack bullion  at the edge of a country mile

Forgiven truck stop whore stripping north of a bra to panties in the exoctic south
A collective bearded black coffee drinking lord of the word of the mouth
Traveling an atlas of the side order of steak with fries of cerebral torment
Buried deep in the in the hive of my mind like a gangster In cement.

Deep horizons peacock blue sunsets that take me back to a mountain peak
A tap dancing devil playing ivory keys and ebony freak
That little goat bearded with those eyes piercing and rape drilled cause
The because of the only thing my gypsy loving heart beat and relax and doze.

 A torrid time of torrential rain beats like a slave whipped on the back of window so much pain
Crashing lightening in the asylum that judged me to be insane
And so in this depth of insipid bike costed mountain I rest
Amongst the milk given teet of a swollen breast.

Unto the guidance of the courtroom mockery I bowed in suffocation
In order of attentions saluted in a  man made appreciation
I swallowed the dream of a simple I was
Of a clear ice driven Apple bobbing because.

And that is the end of my the tails tale
No more sleep or the depth we created darkness of a power deep breath to inhale.
That life so extraordinary to this insecure mind of mine
And if you were wondering I guess that I'm fine.

A history of Christmas

Where I dream amongst the hide of a deers hind quartet

Amongst serpentine

Pure angels galloping towards a sunset horizon

Posidon sea scripted asp bitten poison. 

''Tis a cherry tree encumbered bark

Like a laughing smile and a sneak that's snark and caustic

I'll trouble you with this merryment this brain insane 

Who do you think you are baby mulberry bush

Just a fleet of a podidtion amongst a foot heeled rushed

A trillion thought a billion sought a million hushes tribute and again a Christmas tree

That pine needles pain that injects this seasonal  of the free

A gray accountant that needs another coal on the fire

Please sir can I have some more 

More more I'll give you more. This disheartened sire to beg and bow 

''Tis Christmas time

''Tis now to scribe on morning sunsets 

On days ridden double tapped blood that lets 

Upon pine needles greenery I'm just hanging onto this Christmas rhyme 

And I'm tired yet I'm fading that you can not grasp me

At the emd of my tail

A story of whiteness to see.  

Dreams of doubt.

I am that fat ugly spanish man craving blushes from an innocent child
The scolding heat of a portrait painting hidden amongst the loft
And through Ann Frank tears of fear and diarised misery realised it doesn't need to smile or make sense
No brain matter how many times I kept you encompassed and smiling and gay and enticing
This cerebral willow tree dancing in a brace land obscured by branches managed by a retailed dragon
The aftermath of a mushroom cloud balancing on this aged wrinkled back
Telling tales of a wardrobe winter and the shit of an impotent ball sack.

The vile of red wine lubricating a million dollar throst pointing purple sky to attract a mate
I'm the peacock of passion with the ruffled cravat of tear drop clown balloon animal carved
Starved. Of a fish supper in a ghost town harbour in a north eastern town by the sea
An intervention within a tapestry
I'm beginning to stitch Harold eye displayed for the world of history to see

You make me feel like the nipple hugging back rub shrouding aloud and pretentious hiding
Go find and go seek amongst Victorian ladies and gentlemen blinding
Into a wonderment
A bedazzled
The crazy path of a drunken slug heading into a star driven world of global expansion

A poem
It might not make a sense of difference to you but it means the terracotta world of soldiers to me
And like a lazy doing nothing of a salmon swimming upwards to its bereft breeding death
It the lord of its manor amongst the waterfall
It's freedom it's condescending aptness of breath
Gulping air and sand and sea and salt
Amongst my subconscious these dreams of doubt.

Escape the wonderment.

The hen. It ain't misbehaving beyond its chicken wired fence of offence and gut wrenching

Absolved beyond the butcher of a New Year's Eve tremendous fight against the fencing


That fights and ignites the digging of tunnels to expand and escape

Wearing uniforms of enemies popping out in shadows of forrests in trees we scrape.

And then we run and dodge and hide we stalk and try and sub delight

We hum and hue in clouds of intrinsic escape amongst the releasing killers kite

Who are you to question my obviously forged passport quest

The journey amongst soiled train stations delving deep of bequest

I speak perfect German which is why they sent me

To travel amongst the gravel of hinderence towards the depth of the sea

Towards my submarinor heading depth of aqua delight

A nectarine summers church sunset after I won the fight

You held me in a cell but I drove and relived

I beat against the nazi heart like flower tumbling of the bakers sive

You never felt my heart of bread could rise and fall

But I was the man that escaped your chains the wonderment the all.

The straw

Thereby she protested in an accent of a sand driven mouse
Relived a thousand alternative sunsets delving deep and craving the integral house
Of Windows and front porch doors destroyed in a tornado of shadows of darkness that delved
On a pine laden shelve that maybe we cried upon in the story of our lonely self.
Just a thousand repetition
A slip in the crosswords of competition
The cry of a howl of the ghoul fabricated
We shipped the worshipped cargo of incapsulated
So I delve deep into darkest forrests and add a bird of feathers delight
Intrepid thoughts of subdivision of questions answered in the pale moonlight
The travelling soul on the spine of a ghost
A drinking captain in charge of a ships wheel of thoughts
The returning hero in a humdrum intersection
A feudal grey bearded math quiz a percentage of a fraction.
The tinnitus ringing of the ear I must answer the call
To encompass the ground of its earthly rigmarole
A passing bird who might pray in front of her breast
Shows a musical landscape to forgive and progress
And do we draw and we sketch to this end of our dream
We harness inked driven ponies who have whinnied and screamed
We draw back on
We scream because of life's decadon
We sighed and relaxed
On the straw
That broke the donkeys
Back.

The endless fight

That little beak that cranked out of the encapsulated egg shell
Crying and craving from the theist of a Fitzgerald bell
Ringing a Valentine's Day applause inside my brains day ticket in the theatre stall
Popping a ghosts head of champagne saturating the audience of coffee and rigmarole

There's a punctuation mark that allows me to complete
This expletive halo upon my angst ridden stallions seat
With the leather chaffing saddle that reached down into his soul
But her tears and the distance helped me mount her life and the deepest darkest hole.

And I resolve to the dalliance amongst shadows and sunlit pirate sunsets
Of kiddies giggles upon fits and shits and puzzles that simply do not fit
Other kindered spirits will join us in the convoy truck ride if our torch led light
No matter where we end up I'll continue with a fencing fight.

I'm being interrupted while I write this verse
But by the woman who means a globe to me, I know it's absurd
She's a glitch surely who I can make disappear
That's not going to happen she's that stranger I love to hear in my ear.

A pain of truth who is unsure I can have and hang like a shout on a fruit in a tree
Like a chickens stabbing beak in the foroe as we see and we shall be
That trouble intersection if dancing uber light
I crave amongst the moon lit craters I'll win the endless fight.

My innocent child

And so we discovered she was an autistic child
A temptation of chocolate raisins raised inside an oven set to mild
Concocted amongst a twisted thought processed mind
A twisted vacuum of thoughts to seek and find.

She discovered a new world order thst we could not foil or challenge
To wish upon her neck to display an ephinony like a peacock strangle.
A bout of dance with feathers displayed my poor young girl who has a perfect soul
My bluster lady daughter will travel amongst the knight ridden after all.

The girl of an aftermath that shed a little light oh so translucent
Like the perfect gentle woman dancing with the perfect gent
My innocent girl and as a father I must protect against
The founding father pushing against the haste.

The autistic child who continues to dalliance amongst you
A purple and extraordinary hue of mixed up blue
A rain that bows on a spectrum of mind altering suggestions
Of  tried bullpower flamenco of alternative assumptions

My little lullaby child who claims to know it all
The exploration of space and fine and the death equal rigmarole
I'll wait in this hellish warmth this presumption of mild
My inner selfish soul. My autistic intelligent child.

Tasting the sand

The monster of this harsh debt ridden  soul that harbours
A mind with razor sharp misguided teeth like scissors in a barbers
Don't allow that perspective hair to stand effect on the back of your neck
You freckled faced induced son of a bitch  on heat fire drivin caustic.

I will sing for you until my throat  goes hoarse
Like an abandoned nags  knowledge put out to pastures forced
My fingers tremble in a nervous jelly of diagnosed shell shock
The trenches plague my thoughts like scissors and paper then rock.

Bombs I name fireworks disturbing the cells and I try to sleep.
Yet the drum beat I tried to lull  continues to crawl and creep
It disturbs and disrupts cutting through my dreams like s blade on a wedding day cake
But I go on pretending my world is alright yet I'm a fraud and a fake.

I have the taste of the sand and the waves in my mouth
My compass is destroyed I know longer know the north from the south
I just stare into a background space from my nursing home bed
They just force feed this foi gras goose till I can no linger lay and I am dead

Will life ever realise I was a chapter of its book
That I contributed to the tapestry and they gave me a dirty look
And if heaven awaits me I'll tell god of my trials and deep tribulations
That I boarded the red eye and made a difference at hundred thousand stations.

The inspector may have punched my tickets but I made a difference you see
I've nurtured generations through eyes of wonderment and glee
And yet even st the end of the railroad tracks I still taste that freedom sand
From the D day landings and the breath of the air in that ever lasting  land.

Absolute mute

My tear ducts are dry like a camels lash memory
I can not cry dew on a web intensity
Yet I met a girl and she made me smile
And that means the globe and my mind danced for a while

A poet needs a muse to awaken the thoughts
To rehash grey matter talent like a mother who taught
Me to produce a stained nappy to clean
Reliant on a strong woman on whome I can lean

Her eyes enchant me, like the butter does melt
Amongst a divine intervention, whose touch I have felt
Across waves on the ocean, a listing ship bow dipped and uneven
I must act as a top hatted gentleman, no more of the heathen

She glances at me through a futuristic screen
Yet I know one day we will camp in an igloo we dream
The future is hung so we draw and we  quartered the real
And we giggle at accents and we revolve like a wheel.

Perhaps one day in tomorrow in the next matrix chapter
I will be able to serenade her with music and laughter
Until then I will bookmark till we can meet absolute
The greatest of friends yet our emotions remain mute.

a gas filled balloon.

About now my suspicions are tied in a knot of doubt and realisation
In the creator of a volcanic mind driven to the absolute
It doesn't matter I know that you drive at a hundred years an hour
The gray cells playing against the devil standings engaged salute.
I tremble internally amongst the shadowed graves
Pickled cucumber mind striving silhouette succumbed in infuriated embers
This bastardised life this lighthouse of evil piano tapping against revolution
The presidential light elasticated against the form of a non elected family members.
Do I one day return to simple simplicity to count the ants in brain
The cells that are attempting to figure out the Treasure trove of insanity
A belly dancing all foil and sabre fencing caustic knight without a sunset
You'll either live or love or play with my strings to entice the satanic goodness in me.
It may be time to gamble on the shamble of a constable countryside hay way
It maybe time to reveal the inner truth of the inside
No point in a leaden pencil to eradicate the mausoleum of this life force
A billion inter planertry observation, no point to abide and hide.
I'll quit right here in the den if our babies complicated learning thought
Il quit while I'm ahead of the a head the head of dislocated process of intrepid internal exploration
Of insipid jazz painted blues of dark hues and purple intuition
The earths forming doom denied the formation
Of a simple gas filled ballon
A trick of the light that happened so soon
A dance on the lightening storm
A trip to the moon.

I once polished my boots.

It's nineteen twenties Chicago and your leopard print dress is shimmering on a smokey shadowed stage
The world has a cigar dangling from the frame of its mouth
And I called forth the Jazz embued smoke of horizons
We neither head north nor reached into the throat coated south.
The hat wearing gangsters see through Tommy gun moon shines bars extraordinaire
She clicked her fingers dislocating the notes in an echo of the hall
A strawberry blonde delving deep in a bouncing share to pair in despair.
Eclectic black and white on faces and early repetition
Hit the highways packed with a double bass and sacs phone sexed
You can not let them beyond the tickets of admission.
For the sake of having you near I polished my boots
Just so I could see my jaw as it dropped on seeing your soul
The realms of the candy girl who threw her heart at me
We clung to each other, two lonely ghosts during the ball.
And so the orchestra displayed the notes and taught me twenties illusion
Created good and disallowed the wonderment of a pin striped suit
A Valentine's Day massacre pinned against the grey matter wall
In death they screamed. In death the cling to the absolute.

Classical revolution

Oh, but into you I involve, to abolish and dissolve
Return in thy rapturous arms all leaden yet free
An answer amongst courtiers and courtesans
Through the wig wearing powdered faces I begin to see.

A Parisian night time illuminated by the moon
Within a revolutionary street protest under dimly lit lights
The menagerie of chattering beaks caustic against the moon
An instigator of fisticuffs, indelible the clenched knuckle fights.

Do you grasp the pianists taught fingers hover
His dramatic head bowed towards the ivory of time
A let them eat cake dismissal of eradicated discussion
How we weave a web of wonderment against the mind

Draw, quartered, hung and relive beyond the blush
Of a white haven cheek on cherry red bloom
The peasant revolted and burnt the rich and the privelidged
Destroying the colours of aristocracy into the depth of the doom

Hung and quarterd, relieved of their sins
We were a part of the up rising, standing tall to be proud
We shall live within this moment
Remain illuminated , remain candlelit , remain loud.

Let's celebrate with rum

The mast of a mighty galleon that pirated the oceans of my heart
Craved dried bread amongst the sailors with a wee dram of rum
The cannons fired and left burn marks on a patched  and awful face
We took the splinters of the aftermath yet we knew that we had won.

There's a shape a metaphor a hindered spirit within
A gigantic Poseidon God thst drowns within our tears
The post that arrived with a sealed envelope announcing your son is dead
He let go of the steering he let go of his fear driven wheels.

Then within a rainbows dream we saw spectrums of colours
We dallianced and double danced. Tapped in hedonistic screams
There's a vestibule of army grey a stiletto clicking
I tapped my way out in black and white until I encroached in your dreams.

Then I fell back into a basket case of insanity and the love triangle
I traveled to Mars to Jupiter and all the planets of the universe
It doesn't matter anymore as the throws become apparent
Reverse the verse or the verse will itself reverse.

Let's now switch this whole fucking dream
I need a bastard cigarette and a litre of red wine
A tonic laced with gin and a lung full of tar
This poems gone mental there's no more thoughts of the divine so far.

I'm barely keeping it rhyming. But does that even matter
My minds gone all over onto a canvas that did splatter
It's time to draw this to a conclusion
A shy and intrepid shadow land intrusion

End it. For fucks sake
Kill the dying beast before it resurrects
Remember back at the beginning of these versus we thought that we had won
Carry on my captain. Let's celebrate with rum.

That letter she wrote.

Just because the ex lover of a last time
Still plagues the darkness of your dreams and mind
It matters not as the way she moves is a distraction
A kindness force that allows the missile of your heart to find.
They'll acknowledge the tin drum inside of your head
To consciously cymbal the vestibule of the never land
And into a narnian wardrobe winter world , the poorest mouth is fed.
The saxophone playing amongst robbers and gangsters
A brass confusion of intrepid explorers
Reaped rewards of the letter she wrote
The dalliance of dreamers the folk of folkloreres
A tale to tell a new ambition to reveal
A foundation of concealing intrusion in your colours obscure
A billion stars that ratify your looks
That are like the bait on the hook to draw in and to lure.
Did you want me in the first place
Were your fluttering, butterfly, eye lids even real
The wings said so much yes, but I question the face
I'm in quandary the truth the race
Do not make this a disgrace
Let's have peace
Let's have face. Let's have a word into space.

Red brick wall

If
You believe in the afterlife
The country carriage of sacrilege
A bridge too  far in sanctimony
Of licking lips of nectar humming bees
A painting of oils of spoils and imperfection
A dying of infections spoiling middle interpretation
This Earth and the wars within
Are no longer worth the interim the don of the din in my mind
The path of enlightenment the anger I find
The double tap of my cerebral toment mind escape down the multiple steps
Of the fire alongside the red brick wall
Call
Out for the services to absolve the situation of constipation.i can relieve I can can not conceive
I can't distinguish my inner minds vowels
It's complicated like a scrabble champion seeking vowels.
And condiments of vinegar and salt
Of the seasoning of sour and malt.
That afterlife him it's just no good
It's irrelevant in caustic that dream you have
Perhaps
It that conjunction in time
You relax
And relapse
Into words that do rhyme.

Deer momma foal.

There is a Sinatra style song bird displaying
Feathers close to the fifties role.
Tangled spider web like caught
A burning ember replaced by the deer mommas foal.
Since she went to that infusion
That caustic confusion
The relevant double note on a cello bow string
Wondering, hanging, about the place of that thing
That thing of intensity amongst your dreams oh so reAl
The empty heart that leads in your scream
That
That
That
Fucking cardiac attack.
It all appears So surreal
The gallon of ale that numbed my mind
Tried trickery in a tumultuous torrid to find.
I'm jumping ship. I have to get off
No more no within
No more Saint no more sin.
Try as hard as hard as you might
Give in to your dream
Give into the fight.

The leaves have wilted into a marvellous hue of brown
And when I tread onto their Victorian inner vein charms
I see wonderous Stars clinging onto my boots souls
Yet the falling dreams I cling to readdresses and disarms.
A scent of freshness that reawakens my inner core
Through melted nightmares and inner dreams
An inspiring lover that crept inside my wrinkled brain
Tells tales of curled up scoops of I screams.
This season approaches, itself a living acting entity progressed
Living actuality in a cello playing bow double tapped
With a high note carrying me through Autumn ages
It will lead to winter and the presents wrapped.
Yet the gas lamp flickers on the hue of its shine
And a puddle of thoughts progress to the end
We dallianced amongst fallen intrepid soldiers of oak and yew tree leaves
The autumnal wind will direct it's breeze to the beginning my friend.

Snub nosed pig

There's a son of a bitch that's controlling me
Down in the valley of intrepid exploration see
Bluegrass tunes forcing a mountain into my brain
A cerebral torment that drives me insane

Yet I know that always the end is nearer
The clarity resolves itself clearer and clearer.
I dodged a bullet one day in that car crash
My brain survived and my mind didn't smash.

But I learnt their is no God, above not taught to respect.
Only time to contemplate and reflect.
A near death experience is a fly on the wall
It's existence is purile, it prepares you for the fall.

Do not dwell on in your afterthoughts the reason of your reflection life
You are an entity contained in a being that allows the retrospective strife
You are the million pound result of a faster swimming stern
A result of life's bird losing out on the intelligent worm

And as you approach the horizon which is the end
Just pull out and reproach to the friend
That one that supported you when you lost your mind
And withdraw, put down your cerebral sunglasses and remain, to the sun, blind

There is no immediate answer to the questions that are posed
No snub nosed pig that will find the truffle scent absorbed
You'll continue searching the answer to life's unanswered double stitch
Yet you will figure it out, you son of a bitch.

                                        True blood.


Casually inflicting a syringe of blood taking
May allow you to feel superior to me
But your vampire emancipation traits
Just allow my clarity to see.
Your caustic burn upon an already damaged complexion
Is nothing more than a pin prick
You will never divide my organised mind
I'm a steady sailor who will never be see sick.
The results of my psychological path is clear to all
I felt drunk in a pool of froth destruction
Yet now, so tall, so pure in thoughts
I'm a mind under evolutionary construction
So tribal in the realisation that your world is not real
The labyrinth of  psychological intertwining
I have been born again upon my fingers nerves to feel
Never give up the natives said to me, amongst the worms so winding
The wind from the east intertwined with the west
And forms the perfect tornado of confusion
Yet my internal rebellion my intellectual inner mind
Allows harboured ships of thought processes
To breed then divide.
You claimed you could control me thst the grey matter could absolve
But you mother fucker are wrong oh disastrously wrong
Theirs a demon and a god like figure fighting oh so loud
And the eventuality of this conclusion
Would make my father oh so proud.
Thout shall die within this mind of me
Your hatred extinguished from my egg like deliverance
This ridicule is all but over
I am a free mind. A ghost.  A savant.

Amongst the soil.

Encroach amongst my mind I beg you
Dive amongst the sive I cause affect
To dalliance to danger house in ill to make to do
The private investigator to hold up a bank of mind detect.
You are not worthy imbecile
You're trust in minds to lye
Like a thousand glowing after thoughts
Inside an infection sty
The mass of pre presumption the lady of a manor
The works all rearranged in chaos
The fire stoked
The flame of a Phoenixs
 work up in the spanner.
I adore your crow eyed laughter lines
The humour is all you can project
A livid Dying liver taught to preach
A retribution to reject.
It is not a prayer of anguished times
It is not a world of envy
It is a dreamt scale after thought
A dystopian land of plenty.
A roller skating daughter
Embedded in my mind
A humorous tweeting sparrow
A forgiveness intertwined
And so forsworn I beg
You forgive this world of toil
I craved at least an afterthought
I will not dig amongst the soil.

Dripping dream.

There will never be another father who will take a part of me
A curious incident of legend, drunk, and we shall see.
So many faces encroach upon my dreams like the steam of a kettle
An embellished stain on a swaying boat refusing to ever settle.
My brain remains enamoured yet craves an empty heart
A reliable distant entity where the empathy falls apart.
You may relax in this hot house I've built to fold your minds laundry
Yet my fingers can not sew the creases of life that stretch out so very ordinary.
Daddy did you dalliance in a New Years dance alone
Did you double fiddle in the ideal parlour of an Irish blarny stone
A kiss against the granite,  an embrace amongst our throne
Have you really ever thought against your cerebral caustic will alone.
Amongst the thousand drowning sailors dripping droplets on the windowsill
 I'll hope amongst the masses that we meet  in red or white the pill.
There's a future amongst us that only you will ever know
An outcome an event a perceivement a throw
My father, my dream, my rhetoric, my scream
A part of my enlightenment, an integrel dripping dream.

Mr big.

Mr Big
The godfather
The outrageous incumbent
Of a medal winning
war out sourcing
Guitar strumming out doing
Fret playing plectrum flying
Son of a bitch.
Vietnam replayed displayed
Bullets whizzing by
You made my time of year
Constant and then dissapear.
There's s harmony in a tribes sound
A distant eruption on a volcanos myth
Did you really question my anxiety
This death this abortion this pith
Of appeal,  this skin,  I reject
I  am abhorrent inside the retorted
Distorted, and insipid abject
Of my mind. Did you find
A dragons tail a fairy to hail
A prayer you wished upon
A victim in the making
A thousand hurtful comments
Your God discussing the faking
I outlived your Lord
Your entire out cryer
Your dinasour rhetoric
I between out fryer
The monks of sherwood aimed
Displayed on your God given Turf
A man in amour
A man a surf
A million different reasons
Yon a distant sun of seasons.
And do I reject I do conclude
I look into that cave you call hell
That make do heart you cry is a fall
A ball breaking , breath taking
Valhalla forsaking
Elaborating creep of a crying
Do you even know when the rhetoric I'd dying
I am not a shoot out
Triple fingered against a God I left them right
You left then made a dizzy finger
Thiss. Poet oh. So. Right.

Thoughts

As I relaxed into the porch rocking chairs sunset
I assumed the Rays position
Naked thoughts dancing amongst my souls regret
An arguments whirlwind disposing proportions
Felt the burn chaffed red against the side of my face
A billion stars released in the galaxy of my head
Contemplating the end and the release
Written words logged written words said.
A league of gentlemen in an era forgotten
The ladies dissolved in a pit of sin
The core of Adam and Eve's rotten
A lonely marrow  in a leg born from a shin.
Where do I go in your thoughts dearest heart
Into dark burning moments of shattered in a million pieces
A helping hand engraved amongst a rock
A multiple human thoughts
A dessert sweet like the enigmatic troubles of the species.
Do I have a problem or a nicotine stained finger
Are you the answer or the puzzle collaborator
The autistic delivered the thought screw
The drag of mind clouds the interptrets the bringer.
This poem hardly has a meaning
It simply exists because I do as I do
Yet in troubled thoughts it may yet break through
A lazy attempt at scripting an answer
A flaccid reaction as a masked covered armed robber
To open a safe, a coded embrace
This inebriated grey this Dickensian fancier.
And so we draw to a simple conclusion
Words are recyclable a magical illusion.
No one cares,  no one gives a flying endeavour
The thoughts in your skull
Forever and ever.

The orange tree

        The orange tree




I see the colours of your mind
Inebriated thoughts processing
Obsessing
I know the truth within you.
Yet you go on to deny
This brave moment dying within
The accountability of sin and solace
Remains of bones
The inner ear the paint thinning varnish
Vanquished
A caustic metal that grates my
Inner thoughts.
Through empathy I can alter
The faulted
The metallic taste in your cheek
Into a soft
Round, citrus ball
Broken
Fall
Onto a summer meadow ground
That surrounds
This hazy crazy orchard of your mind.
This orange tree
This free belief
This extraordinary gift I seek.

growl

Growl  

I hid inside my brain cave

Hibernating

Self preserving

Storing the summer berries

Now its winter time.

Freckled raw amongst the cheeks

I seek

The cubs of loins given birth

Absurd

Lazy napping

Tired of wrapping the gift of life

For the  bare bear cubs

Should i

Give up and puke

Absolute

Disaster ensued inside

Abide in this consummate lie 

Im fine to lick the walls

One more time before

The law of in trepidation

Of winter snow amongst my eyes

Of thought inside my sigh

This whole pretentious cubby hole

Is beginning to fuck me off

Like a Russian oligarch

Amongst a nest of Faberge eggs

Tainted

Paint flaking on the beg

I crave

Like a devil tap dancing

Screw advancing

Even im bored of this fucking romance of words

Absurd

Lets go back to the bear in the cave

Asleep now do you concur

Its time to nap

To hibernate

My brain let me down

In the midst of hate

Shut

Dream

In the winter of discontent

Perchance to scream just one more time

Did the bear ever care

Did he even grow 

At the moon up above
intense the scowel
one more time
the girrrrrrrl
 the growl  .