An instigator

An instigator
Chewing on the fat of life, a masticatior
Hoping through a mouth full of enamel to grind
Seeking answers of a coal faced miner a smile oh so kind
And bleary eyed, with a temptation ebbing towards a toothless grin
Black cheeks glowing ripened, a grapefruit plump of the devils aweful sin
The afterlife of the work face, downing ale in back street hives
Sinews of sinus clogged nostrils, eighteenth century hoar coated dives.
Wrists as thick as an oak trees branch flexed in a sculpture type pose
Able to land a punch square forced in the face crumpling an enemy nose
There is too much yard in this measurement of mine too much this vessel beer
I'm beginning to feel my woven quilt in a room so dear and queer
Retire you beast embrace the depth thy fuse is all but lit
The cannon ball has been fired you fool, the pieces no longer fit
Your day of scraping black soot and coal will award you in the pocket
Yet the pain within your eyeballs, will drop you into slumber, ball and socket.

Grass of celestial patterns

There's a circumstance that stamped on my poorly toe and made me scream in pain
A circumvent of a brain bruised and throbbing driving me lucidly insane.
A billion different stars and yet not one shone upon me or my shadow
I'm a stream without a river, I'm a dampened firefly without the evening glow.

This sage that prescribes advice to its own childhood rendezvous
A meeting place of minds in clouds that shatter through the storm of blue
Instrinsic jigsaw puzzles that fragment into ancient pottery
That only I and her, my fellow lonely summer can nod and both agree.

Grass on celestial patterns sewing stitches in the wind, a turbine making emotional jumpers
Between realms of time and emotionally charged dodgem car bumpers
They're was a need to experience a nano second of oblivion to comprehend the spin
I guess I self diagnose the anguish and the Halloween holiday that plays  within

I'm a distinguished English gentleman whose hell hound brain craves distraction
A falling off the cliff tied up hostage of a brain type situation
But I'm delving beyond comprehension I'm swimming into echos of light and sound
A crusty old counter productive sarcastic inebriated airport tray of lost and found.

Generations

Generations trying to figure out the meaning of life
Trying the burning wood on its life's coal fire
Burning embers in the smoking room of the public bar and heart and strife
Disillusioned in depth performance the chasing of the pyre  

Who the hell am I. I'm embroiled in a conversation with the dark shadow night
I am the reducer of thoughts. The knight of chivalrous yawning pigs
Festering in a castles turrets boudoir ready and able to fight
Like the Ancient Greek picking and tugging on the tree bearing figs.

Who
I am
Festering
Like

Change direction because the strobe light of epilepsy commanded me to
In a vat full of foaming mouth girating on the floor
I'm an incumbent passenger in the portrait of my life the guesser of who
The knocker on the hoof of a life the tapper on the door.

Lest the man playing games is an intervention
A plaudits commune on a sticky bubblegum seat and tray
Flames growing more angry within an insipid invention
This is my world you bastard I did it my way.

Taking time and effort there will be no conclusion
Just a depth of stress in this already altered state
They will hang and draw you for it's just an illusion
Your paradise Is a homicide the ticket stamped as fate.

My bride and I

Let us, my bride and I , cry tears of hope and webbed divide
An intrinsic cob of corn we hurt amongst backward stabbing of shadows lied
Unto the wig wearing aristocrats who still dance amongst upon my grave
Take your turn my devilled egg of tobassco volcanic love to save
You devil carriage horse driven spawn you meaning to the end
I class you as my enigma enemy my caustic sulphur friend
I breathe in ever deeply practice yoga in a Buddhist zen like state
Insanity insolvent in a world so irate I hate.
An Edwardian king who trapped my mind and danced on a powdered face
A foundation of eighteenth century,  interwoven with the lace
A conundrum of a deity that classed itself as king
We swear upon the architects that designed this heart of string
And sinews and classical cello that inebriated my mind
Into two hundred years of dreams I guess what we shall find
There is no position for which I'll admit I'm a sinner for the cause
You bourgeois bitch you double stitched and regret be damned your pause

Stockholm syndrome

So Stockholm syndrome let's talk about that
Kept in a jail and caught in the trap
Of a bear claw scraping against my cerebral cell
The gailor of intimate thoughts, where I thrive  And dwell
In time, regressed and intrinsic to the end
How do I guide you my spiritual friend
Grasp the afterbirth of a tornado and whip the ass of a whirlwind
Into dimensions of obscurity beyond the universe
The dancing of the voodoo dolls the creators of the curse
Ever upwards craving heat and light to store solar when the day is done
We wonder amongs the stars footsteps pondering if we won
The lottery of existence, a multitude of sin
You grasped the dream of after vapours your tinder drum beat of inner ear din.
And so I begin to grow tired and wonder why the why
To clasp the wonder of the salted droplets and this reason of the cry
To alpha males wolves on mountains who scream out to the moon
I'm not ready for the aftermath. Realisation comes too soon.
If the land of ancestry indulges me I guess I'm a lucky fowl
One day I will traverse this canyon and score the only goal
But for now I've decided to retire my brain and delve within the depth
Although I will decline for now my insipid neutral breath.

Dig

I'm so alone in this home I call a house
Furthering no more east or west north or south
Heaven nor hell prescribed medication fractured mind
This
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A shallow grave, a beyond the arc
A shadow of dalliance and an orangutan
Whose ape like hands palms are read and destroyed
Their caustic embers are interwoven amongst a shy ridden toy

My hombre. My gay lover whose emptiness I aspire to
For feeling for life for a tumbler  so humble in the hive five
Basketball dribble in a caustic withdrawal on the Yankee alive
I draw on a conclusion tugged marijuana empathy

Into the. Reach
On a beach
Seek and destroy.
The puppy dogs toy
Plays the hot dog list
Teach.

feeling

A
  Heathen digging
                            Downwards
                                    Into the sulphur of Hell
A dalliance
A country dance in which I get to hold



Your clawed crab like fingers your
            Haunting ghoul tap dance.

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Dangling like societes bike and peddle with haste
Its all about the thrill of the
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Run rabbit run
Bury your ugly features
Amongst
             Haste and multi vitamins stripes and spots

Towards the sun
    Peering astronomically

             In circumstances the bow and kneel
                     Its all I got its all I feel.
                          Just a little bit smaller
                               Tiny realisation
                                   Dissipated
                                      Feeling

The depth of suicide

She cried upon the middle of.  Freedom     A.  Stuttering.   Lapse.    She cried then the stuttering
Sound that lied.   Amongst
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Burial sweep a debated kidnapping

The child


Into a coffin in the
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Oxygen starved like the televisions African child
Glued on flies upon eyelashes
They murdered me
Sons of a stitch in time
Double bass getting D e e p
E.R
Calling me in the spine of an ambulance
A poetic scribe I even fail to prescribe

An unmarked grave
A time a tomb a collapsed inward sail amongst the continents rib of souls
The billion trillion inner cerebral new born baby delivery
I hauled my sorry ass in the get away stallions tied amongst the grocery store livery

And so in black
 And white we abscond and run
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                And

          Beneath the




Depth of suicide. The trunk of the tree

            The regrets of yo masta

          And now finally free.

Thought ridden reserves.

Once upon the time in a land of screams and precipices of prescription pills
Lived an old and ancient man that danced and trod in the mud you named heaven
A troubled toil amongst a shadow puppet hand way up there in the ass
Controlling like the bitch I am in this countdown of words from the six that is a given seven.

Out of ten for looks and I'm no beauty queen in fact I'm quite the opposite,  obscene
Just a bird shit on the window that wipers refuse to wipe but smear
A rash on a porcelain marble complexion edited out of life
That craves the forgiveness of its creator to indulge me in a world much more clear.

A cinnamon stick that laps amongst a tongue a billion miles from this insipid mouth
The intrinsic cog wielding and welding iron works amongst steel remembered hell
My grandfather sweating upon a stain of steel coal fired north to the frigid south
We delve in pools of of inter reality of the souls that fell.

To the earth and back again. Bungee elastcated amongst fragments emancipated man

I cry every night to help me to sleep and understand.

A girl to cuddle my diluted thoughts and all it preserves

It finishes here amongst thought ridden reserves.

The sabre toothed tiger

I heard a rumour just the other day about the sabre toothed tiger and his biggest regret
That he didn't live forever and he began to forget
A fossilised unfortunate stone coloured misfortune due to alcoholic depression
The evolutionary way with words that curbed his progression.

All of the love that has passed throughout his life from the sublime pterodactyl
To the mammoth of wooly task and tusk of a prehistoric pill
A million year old story upon an amber built plinth of passing years
Amongst other shaded beings in a petrified Forrest of salt water tears.

Yet I still believe a Sabre toothed tigers fossils can rekindle an interest
That his mother can live on through the examinations and the tests
An archeological dusting of stones and distant pebbles
A gathering of brothers and sisters long passed on all the distant levels

He grows stronger in stature amongst other ancient discovered bones
His fur becomes reignited to the waking of the dead cells they bemoan
The lack of chances that occurred in that prehistoric world of him and he
Inebriated striped on skin punctuated and tattooed a realisation of we.

A mighty proud hunter who gathered all until the very end
The good mammal of the future, perhaps the forever dust covered friend
No matter how many times the tiger tapped out of the poker game of strife
His history will survive upon the writings within caves the art on the wall of his life.
 

Michael j Martin. Transformed upon fossilised history

the biker bar etiquette

That satanic look of a scavenging skateboard dude on a wave of fire
Surfing on the coals mined mind of cerebral ember, remember the pyre
Burning in the soul of a pre prubecent island stripped of desire
A prostitue coining fuck ridden pussy for hire.

They call me many names, including perhaps Baal and The devil
Disheveleved homeless unshaven pointed bearded twat on the red or blue pill
A multitude of speakers in a den of obscenity and see
Of a side salad sensibilities of a dish of obscurity

Slide the mud collapse of the blues covered guitar against my hip and thigh
Smoke the rat out of the hole that slows the incubated mind to get so god damn high
This hue of twighlight blue who over takes a miriad of colour
The strongest flexing expression with extra blackness and sugar

Then cease to exist because the devils just a myth and a legend a figment apparent
A soul you cried for a shift in the volume of life
A bird tired and in anticipation
The sentence of the horned guy shorter dick emancipation

Goodnight and my former god bless
I am the devil incarnate the ultimate inert stress
''Tis the end of this rhyme this poem of mine
Relax amongst hells biker bar. Chill and rewind.