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.