there is this
and there is that
but what happened

Rockawhile

Hello time!

So blissfully awry

Milky legs in dustman’s bucket

Meet me across the black expanse

To sleep.

So, what do you dream of?

Come, sit unraveled.

So, where do you long?

Wake up with me in this delicious oblivion

Toss over the edge of our sleep

Cigarette? No?

Any parting stars?

Yes? I have overspent upon a cloud.

And the watermark on our sinking sail.

So, you come no longer?

Yeah we have been dining on unbound lightyears.

So there is this poet I know

Who tosses spinach to bask in all that is wrong?

No, you can sleep more!

Wall to wall, in a vile, but only till past nine

I will come make love to you

If I am late, start without me

Then we create, not without decay, something fine

mythic, mystic, mathematic

Not like you!

too much sense and swing

Forcibly expanding the arena of my closed eye

Beating my back

with re-echoes of a seductive misuse

much trouble

much laughter

much burning

under the leap of your feet

No, you can sleep more!

So tightly woven

Like an unnatural waistcoat

made of universal silk pelvic thrusts

Don't worry! 

You will wake up just as the same friend!

As pure as the driven slush

No! No! you can sleep more

I still have to pass the hour under glass.

Tonight's yesterday

From appetizers, bar
flymouth people swarming
older than we are
"Are you coming?"
"No."
"Get off of me!"
Knock! knock! knock! fingers
No one covers those sewage holes
thin lightstreaks on crusty poles
In dark faces were blinking
Many, many disorders
Trucks, wheels, wheels, street lights
Not much sense my lips mention
your home I go
in life dieing, them spying
following the voice of the night-heron
I was being told
I could wheel & deal. Spinning
my hair into gold
horror floods the gaps of devastaion
here i was, there to be

Lazy flies

It seems to be resignation
in real response.
I am including any sensitive touch,
Each involuntary embrace
and travel of the pressure when too scared.
Behind your back becomes immoral.
Aware of the lazy flies
sip the water we take in the throat,
but then everything disappears and you just
I want to smash everything refuge.
I'm looking forward to any messages
even if their content appears to
be unsatisfactory.
If only I could be a hybrid
Your dreams about women, so

Who can disown themselves now
 

Spread my paints,
that on a scrap of cardboard, which
have been given the most to me.
It will be a good excuse
too long for my scream.
What I cannot give,
exceeds the size,
I can give it.

I am not waiting for you to be thinking

I am looking out of the window

Like a light in the smoky bars, drunken,
that helps out.
Returns sensitivity
shows up in every gesture
before the body becomes too light.

Making a meal of me now
you’re the perfect host.

Mortal Recoil

There is no passing through this
There is no passing through this
there is a seven year old night waiting
while the odds come and stay
as drain seeps out the lava
and bang my doors like a day
a day that is done to death
throbbing in the middle of my palm
I have been caught staring at it
out, out, out are all the lights
out all, in some rain sucking green ground
i don't know the sound
but it flaps its wings through the invisible woe
crawling shapes in my scenic solitude
through solid ebony
above serpents of colored fires
fruit trees yes fruit trees
no flies and no original slaves
i can only afford those stamps now
i write to you, hence
three hours later from where I am
blow the brief candles
its an end to a lot of pain
its an end to a lot more. 

Sink and liquid taps

Never did these pencils go around buying vegetables and lipsticks
red yeah maybe those lonely nights of photographs and whiskey
coloured words and puking a rainbow after drinking brawls

Statesboro

The kids start to fall off the balconies

where the clothes are hung by their neck, shoulders, wrists.

To dry.

washed off the dirt, smoke, sweat and the street food

the kids are stealing

deaths appealing to both eyes and fears

the clothes hung dry honey

make sure the kids don't fly honey.

Fly on the wall

I blink quite often, the day just ends
And the nights rarely begin
The end is somewhere in the beginning
And I know it lies somewhere far ahead
It lies repeatedly and that’s the truth
Maybe I should stop paying my shrink so much

I push open the door quite often

And step out

Tripping on the trash bin outside someone’s door

Twice at a time.

Maybe I should stop the day from dawning on me

On the unmade bed

No pillow just covers

And the undead

chair by the window of honesty

that led

the pane inside the joyful noise

I see you sit there and smoke travels by your earlobe

And you can’t make a difference

between words and nicotine

And I can’t make a difference anyway

I have told you and some more

So many things

So many things

that I probably ruptured myself

and now I miss everyone.

I linger now

amongst the delicious fools,

who run behind marking tags on my words

for there is no language about me

I wouldn’t have known even if there was

Sometimes I talk of shutter speeds

Ecstasy and sometimes wine

I have never been strong

I live with hard traveling

and bad fun

I wear four tattoos

And I sleep with everyone.

I shoot myself quite often

Not like an arrow but a boomerang

I don’t look back at things and wonder

All of this is happening right now

My fingers are asleep and nails, a colour of light black

Even my phone wants me to be sensitive

And the internet wants to verify if I am human

I become aware quite often

Of the nodes in time

in the blackness of my visibility

the words I don’t find synonyms for

something or the other

Of the harmonica in my bag

Of a mouth that hasn’t played it for too long

May be a small rug by the edge

May be a mirror in the water

a dandy opportunity to eavesdrop

on the emptying clay bourbon cup 

some walking backwards

time halt for salt

life just trapped in your tongue

like a word of love seldom spoken

something to warm my shoes

and a hole in the ground.