posted on December 6, 2015 at 11:55 pm
high on the hogweed

its a shame man

as we are approaching universal eternity

the motion of our carriage hurtling down the track

the eons stripped away the canvas rubbed back

down through the layers of painted years

gold leaf sheet a 3 star galaxy

when you accelerate fast and sweet

broad wake of the black comet

in nebula bars drinking in absentia

machine song of the era blaspheming life

skeleton cruise we jump up to our feet

edit of reality live

i’ve burnt some of my eyes writing out these lies

edit of reality then

i shot out the stars with the sun

i guess that didnt work out for everyone…

a man at the station calls out as we sail pass

youre going too fast..!

no my main man..!

i call back though he is instantly miles ago

its all relativity i am actually travelling backwards in a mirror world

a great secret we never shall perceive so you just ought to receive it

as we come around a second and a third time…

the horizon has changed position with the brimming vault of evening

spectacular inner explosions of turquoise which fades into the most gentle pink

windows turning dark on sunday midnight minutes before some new dawn starts

carrying everything it will always bring

under its arms of darkness turning into blue morning











12 Responses to “the poet obliterated”

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    Chris | 7 December 2015 at 12:23 am #

    ‘brimming vault of evening’….very very cool

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    Cath | 7 December 2015 at 8:26 am #

    Eternal canvas
    painted another carriage
    a sweet galaxy of nebulas and comets
    era cruising realities eyes
    then stars didn’t call
    to man instant mirror
    perceive a vault explosion
    midnight carrying morning

    for each line one gift
    reconstituted…,,,, like picking fruits off yonder tree

    Be on fire!burn xx lol

  3. Pictish
    Pictish | 11 December 2015 at 4:32 am #


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    DavidP | 14 December 2015 at 9:02 pm #

    “Intellectual knowledge exists in and of the brain. Because the brain is part of the body, which must one day expire, this collection of facts, however large and impressive, will expire as well. Insight, however, is a function of the spirit. Because your spirit follows you through cycle after cycle of life, death, and rebirth, you have the opportunity of cultivating insight in an ongoing fashion. Refined over time, insight becomes pure, constant, and unwavering. This is the beginning of immortality.” ~ Lao-Tzu in the Hua Hu Ching, translated by Brian Walker

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