juddering evening

the moon caramel trimming of star the slumbering southern wind outside little shallow shadow in your bottle of wine the infuriated traffic at a standstill the remorse half prayer half joke civilisation purrs beyond here its streets come alive with cafe and waiter we meet others in the the limelight eating the same dinner over and over the water the gulls the fountains the silverware the smoke drifts in cold coils illuminated within emergent favour and some expediency black syrup in a white cup honey comb dew on butterscotch iced we pay the bill with our kindness card in an apartment off deluxe crescent where the furniture strains towards you where the chairs bear their burden with a sigh where the bed head bells out towards light the doors are closing the fight for meaning has been lost if you can get through the night into rooms full of fragile technique the mechanised nature of the watering systems the oak implied by the seed is rushing to the sun the fire may be lit but the flames produce no heat the open and closed sky  crouching above when the rain come and hit the rose crystal stab of crimson flower when the deluge begins presently i will hide in your arms in the darkness herein in the prevalent nearness our bodies will take in the closeness of storm in the comfort of bed in the seventeen mornings that come when they may the mystical numbers that turn up on the wheel the gears compelling us up hills of illusional life stand at the brink of the other worlds where the brave go one way the wicked go the other        

Photo on 8-05-13 at 5.44 PM #3
polaroid ramp

polaroid ramp

the moon caramel trimming of star

the slumbering southern wind outside

little shallow shadow in your bottle of wine

the infuriated traffic at a standstill

the remorse half prayer half joke

civilisation purrs beyond here

its streets come alive with cafe and waiter

we meet others in the the limelight

eating the same dinner over and over

the water the gulls the fountains the silverware

the smoke drifts in cold coils illuminated within

emergent favour and some expediency

black syrup in a white cup

honey comb dew on butterscotch iced

we pay the bill with our kindness card

in an apartment off deluxe crescent

where the furniture strains towards you

where the chairs bear their burden with a sigh

where the bed head bells out towards light

the doors are closing

the fight for meaning has been lost

if you can get through the night

into rooms full of fragile technique

the mechanised nature of the watering systems

the oak implied by the seed is rushing to the sun

the fire may be lit but the flames produce no heat

the open and closed sky  crouching above

when the rain come and hit the rose

crystal stab of crimson flower

when the deluge begins presently

i will hide in your arms in the darkness herein

in the prevalent nearness our bodies will take

in the closeness of storm in the comfort of bed

in the seventeen mornings that come when they may

the mystical numbers that turn up on the wheel

the gears compelling us up hills of illusional life

stand at the brink of the other worlds

where the brave go one way

the wicked go the other

 

 

 

 

poem for a dead language

golgotha has a beat and a thundering silence all those skulls ….humanity continues to outdo itself madness has always prevailed anxious destructive madness official madness stuff they get us to do the reasons are always lies we always get killed the net and the spear the short sharp sword the thrust like a lover yes snatch an arrow from the air…oh too late…! in some italian film glorifying Romes indifferent kings a footsoldier a footnote a foot below water in some moat some florentine dagger or a shot from a musket a random sense of disproportion the emperor in his bath of milk us lot in our bath of blood we came for christian mystery mercy and to kill some bastard man my wounds go bad under this sun my wand is my cross is my little knife little bird charmer my chafing armour i sleep on bibles and eat their ghostly words we fellows down here in the courtyard us men in the marshes the boys in the sea the wine is thick and red slosh it down and burns delightfully one day i will own land in burgundy…        

Photo on 6-05-13 at 8.48 PM
attenuated span

attenuated span

golgotha has a beat and a thundering silence

all those skulls ….humanity continues to outdo itself

madness has always prevailed

anxious destructive madness

official madness

stuff they get us to do

the reasons are always lies we always get killed

the net and the spear

the short sharp sword

the thrust like a lover

yes

snatch an arrow from the air…oh too late…!

in some italian film glorifying Romes indifferent kings

a footsoldier a footnote

a foot below water in some moat

some florentine dagger

or a shot from a musket

a random sense of disproportion

the emperor in his bath of milk

us lot in our bath of blood

we came for christian mystery mercy and to kill some bastard

man my wounds go bad under this sun

my wand is my cross is my little knife

little bird charmer my chafing armour

i sleep on bibles and eat their ghostly words

we fellows down here in the courtyard

us men in the marshes

the boys in the sea

the wine is thick and red

slosh it down and burns delightfully

one day i will own land in burgundy…

 

 

 

 

flyer

  the bees are gone carrying the gardens cargo i feel something divine in stillness almost unattainable form melts then into implication that moment you are far flung and flying over the meadows and forests and cities where freshwater streams run through banks of white sand children on bicycles galloping by giddy as they zoom past plaza and hillock whirled as theyre hurled down whorls of early traffic gasping in the crispness of altitudes dark the suffocating twist in nest of a mudlark i lock on to a point in the fallen down sky as a million points of eagles go screaming by still alive  

flim flam man

flim flam man

 

the bees are gone carrying the gardens cargo

i feel something divine in stillness almost unattainable

form melts then into implication

that moment you are far flung and flying

over the meadows and forests and cities

where freshwater streams run through banks of white sand

children on bicycles galloping by

giddy as they zoom past plaza and hillock

whirled as theyre hurled down whorls of early traffic

gasping in the crispness of altitudes dark

the suffocating twist in nest of a mudlark

i lock on to a point in the fallen down sky

as a million points of eagles go screaming by

still alive

 

vaccine

i wish you led my life promise me you will one day! a coastline you may endure a trip to end of line we live in lovely time rising and falling and rising again every gorgeous morning lucky over and over the dawn is welcomed by the masts of tallest ships on mysterious horizons over fathoms of brine the rosiest dawn of all unclothed in her innocence exotic birds we have never heard we move back still in camera but focus pulling away we open doors and let out the entities within we walk into freshly painted rooms still smelling of the sea a garden apartment near all amenities in garden beds my rain has fallen in garden paths my steady tread foot upon inch winding up in the spare room wilderness upon the stairs we emptied the cake of icing we imagine a room with love and the tawdry bits were like a scripture unto me how the holiest honey mixes with the dirtiest wine nevertheless morning arrives with all responsibilities bring on the voices calling our names bring on the fingers dialling the numbers bring on disinformation all jumbled and muddled we flee from the sea and once on the land we grow bills and problems and great webbed lies we turn into creatures at once blessed and forbidden with our fortunate disguise become loathsome to touch we line up in queues to enter the city avenues of palms and mirrors and stone we disperse within crowds and mingle quiet as cactuses we trim the dim shambles and cascade into jobs some of us hammer the golden elastic thimble for royal occasion some of us wean the flowers from sunlight and earth some of us glean the meanings of moon madness that drives man to seam how we […]

Photo on 3-05-13 at 8.07 PM #2
strict deadline

strict deadline

i wish you led my life

promise me you will one day!

a coastline you may endure

a trip to end of line

we live in lovely time

rising and falling and rising again

every gorgeous morning lucky over and over

the dawn is welcomed by the masts of tallest ships

on mysterious horizons over fathoms of brine

the rosiest dawn of all unclothed in her innocence

exotic birds we have never heard

we move back still in camera but focus pulling away

we open doors and let out the entities within

we walk into freshly painted rooms still smelling of the sea

a garden apartment near all amenities

in garden beds my rain has fallen

in garden paths my steady tread foot upon inch

winding up in the spare room wilderness upon the stairs

we emptied the cake of icing

we imagine a room with love

and the tawdry bits were like a scripture unto me

how the holiest honey mixes with the dirtiest wine

nevertheless morning arrives with all responsibilities

bring on the voices calling our names

bring on the fingers dialling the numbers

bring on disinformation all jumbled and muddled

we flee from the sea

and once on the land

we grow bills and problems and great webbed lies

we turn into creatures at once blessed and forbidden

with our fortunate disguise become loathsome to touch

we line up in queues to enter the city

avenues of palms and mirrors and stone

we disperse within crowds and mingle quiet as cactuses

we trim the dim shambles and cascade into jobs

some of us hammer the golden elastic thimble for royal occasion

some of us wean the flowers from sunlight and earth

some of us glean the meanings of moon madness

that drives man to seam

how we bursting out of our dream

some of us tong the great clock of eternity with clappers of stick

we attend the university of nonchalant (sic)

in all of the languages that can be taught real quickly and thick

april is gone now her branches lie crushed

her mantras are unspoken now on mays velvet breast

on mays sleek cold back go rushing like fever

in mays solemn kiss that taste of winter smoke

in mays fragile hands the stiffening buds of dope

in mays orphaning gaze

the stare goes on for days

we align with scope intact

in the middle of next week in fact

our records indicate your speeding soul upon imprint

the delay you expected was indefinitely permanent

the harlequin in thin memory

columbine of my interior territory

this travesty of world contains traces of cocaine oil

this crime you were assessed for paid for in jail or mail order

our people unite in their differences to form one great snake

we writhe up the trees to the stars until the limbs break

we wracked and ruined upon the glowing bones of the truth

we sacked and crashed on the ash of black monday

citadels emptied of tributes

the candles unburned as if apollo himself feels personally spurned

i turned this whole thing around with a sound

my thoughts too big for my head

my head too late to catch on

and

the shock when the ride suddenly ends

 

 

 

 

 

 

the web trembles

aleutian blue we go back to other days be young again my world carefree and blase oh i remember words to a spell tho i dont say them very well some thing got me i dont know it reminds me  of hurt it reminds me to hurt but in those other days when everything happened my old friend Sleep such lazy times in shantytown bars carousing collapsing african students room buying drugs in stockholm in a library of birds in a tombstone factory getting shot up in a car my baby squalor why borrow such a horror? i was knocking out some music in a room an angel whispered the words to my sleeping form a bonfire by the sea at night shooting sparks at black stars my companion in the attire of wolf oh help me these songs are killing me the song about the weird sisters who bended my garden the song about the darkness who devoured our ray the song about kathy who vanished so slowly the song about the laughing sadness that everyone sings the song about god who lies dreaming out planets the song about women who fucked over your moon the song about Jazz written by some loser the song about titan such a small hit the song about snow as youre wrapped up so dreamy the song about mexico you wrote in the womb the song about holiday you take in a desert the song about miracle jim and his black salted sea and everything comes back to me and everything comes down on me       if thats not enough then cop this http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fi_Mw2UHUDc  

heart spear

heart spear

aleutian blue

we go back to other days

be young again my world

carefree and blase

oh i remember words to a spell

tho i dont say them very well

some thing got me i dont know

it reminds me  of hurt

it reminds me to hurt

but in those other days when everything happened

my old friend Sleep such lazy times

in shantytown bars carousing collapsing

african students room buying drugs in stockholm

in a library of birds

in a tombstone factory getting shot up in a car

my baby squalor

why borrow such a horror?

i was knocking out some music in a room

an angel whispered the words to my sleeping form

a bonfire by the sea at night shooting sparks at black stars

my companion in the attire of wolf

oh help me these songs are killing me

the song about the weird sisters who bended my garden

the song about the darkness who devoured our ray

the song about kathy who vanished so slowly

the song about the laughing sadness that everyone sings

the song about god who lies dreaming out planets

the song about women who fucked over your moon

the song about Jazz written by some loser

the song about titan such a small hit

the song about snow as youre wrapped up so dreamy

the song about mexico you wrote in the womb

the song about holiday you take in a desert

the song about miracle jim and his black salted sea

and everything comes back to me

and everything comes down on me

 

 

 

if thats not enough then cop this

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fi_Mw2UHUDc