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the gorgeous swan white on black lake the grey and rumbling heavens hove sombre above warm warm rain interpolates the very air dividing the moments you said follow me we will gatecrash the jungle and take the vines by surprise..! i find myself drifting under canopy no no wake up..! says a voice in another room liana snakelike on green velvet moss startled silence of the forest mind the matriarch of all the trees detects our presence here tendrils trailing in limpid air taking in tiny atoms of liquid the sudden cool in the heart of the arbour an old statue of a beautiful goddess smiling in her ruin crumbling temples groan in the thunder here here here… they whisper somewhere in the swampy darkness of abandoned pavilion my pineal gland once struck by light lit up then only in the glow of my mind safely out of the deluge and indulgence in it the phantasmic fever fucked with my gringo head sometimes i was on my own in a beautiful wooden apartment i wandered through its rooms exuberantly lost and looking for you i picked up on cities long disappeared with the arrogance of a beginner these lovely books of this house this suite of moving rooms the wildflowers tamed and wilting in a vase the footsteps at night that rush across the floor the garden overgrown  a luxuriant sloth a hum of distant bees oh the pretty little stars are all shining for you in zephyr debris i expect the sound of a voice in a song that rings on all along creatures all around enter the evening but none will leave it unscathed all crave nights scintillating blisses followed by the graves warmest darkest slumber the empath will recoil to touch this night of all nights its […]

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youre with me most every night

youre with me most every night

the gorgeous swan white on black lake

the grey and rumbling heavens hove sombre above

warm warm rain interpolates the very air dividing the moments

you said

follow me we will gatecrash the jungle and take the vines by surprise..!

i find myself drifting under canopy

no no wake up..!

says a voice in another room

liana snakelike on green velvet moss

startled silence of the forest mind

the matriarch of all the trees detects our presence here

tendrils trailing in limpid air taking in tiny atoms of liquid

the sudden cool in the heart of the arbour

an old statue of a beautiful goddess smiling in her ruin

crumbling temples groan in the thunder

here here here…

they whisper somewhere

in the swampy darkness of abandoned pavilion

my pineal gland once struck by light

lit up then only in the glow of my mind

safely out of the deluge and indulgence in it

the phantasmic fever fucked with my gringo head

sometimes i was on my own in a beautiful wooden apartment

i wandered through its rooms exuberantly lost and looking for you

i picked up on cities long disappeared with the arrogance of a beginner

these lovely books of this house this suite of moving rooms

the wildflowers tamed and wilting in a vase

the footsteps at night that rush across the floor

the garden overgrown  a luxuriant sloth a hum of distant bees

oh the pretty little stars are all shining for you in zephyr debris

i expect the sound of a voice in a song that rings on all along

creatures all around enter the evening but none will leave it unscathed

all crave nights scintillating blisses followed by the graves warmest darkest slumber

the empath will recoil to touch this night of all nights

its ambition has blotted out the horizons and all is still

on a balcony i’m kinda waving myself goodbye

i see this from a porthole and smile as i fly

the wind has dropped

and the view over chimneys and billboards is shocking

railyards festering in rusted light dim clang of all aboard!

hawkers and peddler bellowing in frozen time

i wish i could have stayed to see your face when you got home from wherever you are

never mind

the smoke is my rainbow

and the crowd cries my tear

its ok here

 

 

 

warmer stormier

this madness of lives this struggle between angel and beast caught in the middle i fiddle while the earth burns man now you can believe nothing they lied to you you lied to them they took from you you took from them futility you found a good friend there anxiety another monster you need to take care of flattery you little bastard you are certainly everywhere by now in the dimness of summer afternoon fucked up on weed and yoga i hit upon a million ideas at once contorted into an asana its so obvious its all so obvious this horrible world of men ah it will be a pleasure to shut the door on it this is true life… krsna and the images of gnostic saints jesus and so many lovely buddhas my mind gushes forth evanescent schemes that rush into my rooms and disappear i vividly remember strange scenes from my life when i exhibited hubris or surliness the horrible curse of narcissism which afflicteth me in spades and hearts the rush of evil that hath fuelled divers trespasses the rush of god when he comes flooding in on a golden warm sweetness that will smack you down boy filled with arrows of desire you crash into white slipping through the surface of reality a thousand channels just under the elastic edges music plays like music never heard before so all music before that was just noise yeah so i’ll leave it there there and there  

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for cast doom

four cast doom

this madness of lives

this struggle between angel and beast

caught in the middle i fiddle while the earth burns

man now you can believe nothing

they lied to you

you lied to them

they took from you

you took from them

futility you found a good friend there

anxiety another monster you need to take care of

flattery you little bastard you are certainly everywhere by now

in the dimness of summer afternoon fucked up on weed and yoga

i hit upon a million ideas at once

contorted into an asana its so obvious its all so obvious

this horrible world of men ah it will be a pleasure to shut the door on it

this is true life… krsna and the images of gnostic saints

jesus and so many lovely buddhas

my mind gushes forth evanescent schemes that rush into my rooms and disappear

i vividly remember strange scenes from my life when i exhibited hubris or surliness

the horrible curse of narcissism which afflicteth me in spades and hearts

the rush of evil that hath fuelled divers trespasses

the rush of god when he comes flooding in

on a golden warm sweetness that will smack you down boy

filled with arrows of desire you crash into white

slipping through the surface of reality

a thousand channels just under the elastic edges

music plays like music never heard before

so all music before that was just noise

yeah so i’ll leave it there

there

and there

 

boheme tropicale

in soothing dark rooms just up a few streets from the beach i moved to another place with trees and sea breezes in the sultry quietude i lay in my new bedroom with its old high ceilings and my consciousness raced out over everywhere and it was observant and thoughtful yet it held no opinions or anxieties aware of itself although not fixated it shot outwards in time as well the  room is cool on a hot day you can just drift off wind tinkling on some old set of bells someone left there once man its relaxed and laidback easier to apprehend god here i think if your god is telling you to kill anything that aint god… other thoughts i think are inexpressible  in words you get some insight but you cant say what exactly it is you cant type it out neatly to show everyone how your new sainthood is approaching in fragmented feelings a puzzle is solved somehow thats all i suppose for today sk new flat 15 dec 15    

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jorn dice

jeorn dice

in soothing dark rooms just up a few streets from the beach

i moved to another place with trees and sea breezes

in the sultry quietude i lay in my new bedroom with its old high ceilings

and my consciousness raced out over everywhere

and it was observant and thoughtful

yet it held no opinions or anxieties

aware of itself although not fixated

it shot outwards in time as well

the  room is cool on a hot day

you can just drift off

wind tinkling on some old set of bells someone left there once

man its relaxed and laidback

easier to apprehend god here

i think

if your god is telling you to kill anything that aint god…

other thoughts i think are inexpressible  in words

you get some insight but you cant say what exactly it is

you cant type it out neatly to show everyone how your new sainthood is approaching

in fragmented feelings a puzzle is solved somehow

thats all

i suppose

for today

sk new flat 15 dec 15

 

 

tempestuous affray

man it aint too easy being a poet down n outta luck thunderbolted to fuck knows where and how long still all those words going on pouring into your head you say hey i aint getting paid for this so shut up but the voices are babblin’ on n on voices of anxiety voices of wild stupid ideas my ticket has expired man in this rat race of dogs i’ll be glad to get outta here at 4.51 when the public serpents knock off maybe i’ll jog round lake armageddon as the white and pink lightning forks the horizon the sea is all underlit or something man that looks weird like the light shining down there is another moon the storm is cozy when youre inside we are all working hard here on our own time too in our own time in our own haunts well its just me actually i sit in the light of a screen and my eyes ache so fucking bad but i go one on knocking out my free poetry for some cats out there to read i hope they enjoy it and all the rest its midnight blue and green the thunder is still rolling like a piece of thin metal on speed you can feel it physically somewhere out there i am surrounded by statues of the buddha who only hears the silence and who only sees through the illusory curtain this world of appearances and shadows  

lightening down

lightening down

man it aint too easy being a poet down n outta luck

thunderbolted to fuck knows where and how long

still all those words going on pouring into your head

you say hey i aint getting paid for this so shut up

but the voices are babblin’ on n on

voices of anxiety voices of wild stupid ideas

my ticket has expired man in this rat race of dogs

i’ll be glad to get outta here at 4.51 when the public serpents knock off

maybe i’ll jog round lake armageddon as the white and pink lightning forks the horizon

the sea is all underlit or something man that looks weird

like the light shining down there is another moon

the storm is cozy when youre inside

we are all working hard here on our own time too

in our own time in our own haunts

well its just me actually

i sit in the light of a screen

and my eyes ache so fucking bad

but i go one on

knocking out my free poetry for some cats out there to read

i hope they enjoy it and all the rest

its midnight blue and green

the thunder is still rolling like a piece of thin metal on speed

you can feel it physically somewhere out there

i am surrounded by statues of the buddha

who only hears the silence

and who only sees through the illusory curtain

this world of appearances and shadows

 

the poet obliterated

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                    

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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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

messenger in olympia

its saturday evening 7.38.30   my head is filled with songs the songs are filled with words all those words rush through you the songs become a part of you they show you how things could be the songs are small worlds that collide and shatter the songs mean nothing yet they mean everything the people who wrote them had glimpsed some peak these words these instruments some clever dreamer dreamed all that up carefully put together to invoke a personal beauty intangible beauty the most beautiful of all the ambiguity therefore means everything what you dont know half/half with what you do buried undercurrents you may barely perceive everything is carefully chosen for its own effective utility no one can understand every aspect of it at once some things are brought near while others are now distant we feel many feelings at the same time the next bit always modifies the last then all songs must end in silence and in that silence the song will ring on and the silence will still be filled by the song in the wake of the song comes the hit of intrigue intrigue and a sense of deep wonder yes in such a universe where songs like this exist a god could also exist in the effulgence of the songs passing the echo of our own loves when you suddenly fall head over heels for a song the words with music side by side some man or woman with the enchanting voice some players who coax a heaven from their strings and keys some drummers who detect the pulse of the song and deliver it outward marvellous song about all sorts of stuff containing prayer innuendo rant sonnet whisper ode and neruda the song meticulously crafted from the silence before it was created song of true […]

Photo on 5-12-15 at 7.23 PM

Photo on 5-12-15 at 7.23 PM

its saturday evening 7.38.30

 

my head is filled with songs

the songs are filled with words

all those words rush through you

the songs become a part of you

they show you how things could be

the songs are small worlds that collide and shatter

the songs mean nothing yet they mean everything

the people who wrote them had glimpsed some peak

these words these instruments

some clever dreamer dreamed all that up

carefully put together to invoke a personal beauty

intangible beauty the most beautiful of all

the ambiguity therefore means everything

what you dont know half/half with what you do

buried undercurrents you may barely perceive

everything is carefully chosen for its own effective utility

no one can understand every aspect of it at once

some things are brought near while others are now distant

we feel many feelings at the same time

the next bit always modifies the last

then all songs must end in silence

and in that silence the song will ring on

and the silence will still be filled by the song

in the wake of the song comes the hit of intrigue

intrigue and a sense of deep wonder

yes in such a universe where songs like this exist a god could also exist

in the effulgence of the songs passing the echo of our own loves

when you suddenly fall head over heels for a song

the words with music side by side

some man or woman with the enchanting voice

some players who coax a heaven from their strings and keys

some drummers who detect the pulse of the song and deliver it outward

marvellous song about all sorts of stuff

containing prayer innuendo rant sonnet whisper ode and neruda

the song meticulously crafted from the silence before it was created

song of true longing song of triumph song of losses

song of blue mountain song of green sea song of soft skin

song of laughing and crying song of arrival and leaving

song of perpetual war and hellfire heat seeker

somehow though it never seems to reveal what you thought it should

so you get up once again to put it back on

you hit rewinding the tape or the disc or the hardest drive

and you have to listen one more time

what is the nature of this enchantment

and who first handed mankind this otherworldly gift

and who even knows how to define what it is that we want from it anyway..?

therefor a good song will always remain a sealed enigma

 

2015 at 8.12 pm

 

 

 

 

preamble

at an impasse non-plussed unfabricated i write: wading through the shallow warm sea toward home the evening is my girl and she is soft towards me which is all i ever asked evening arranging herself on the horizon evening in my head all darkness and twinkle man i must be getting on all the street lamps in their pink aura quietly fizzing and crackle come on evening i say coaxing her up the street older than the hills yet as new as you like…lovely evening if people stare at me it seems it is that the evening is on my mind (some idiot has stolen the moon for crying out loud..!) man you should slow down with that moon shine  says a voice in another room the palm trees career by you know and luxury cars hover in auto-drive you just felt them whoosh away tomorrow is the first day of some new summer whispers a secret voice inside us the wah wah guitars chatter like bird women the rumbling thunder almost erased by the sound of distant merriment evening stumbles through the door all over your floor evening at the club with her girlfriends evening in the murk of midnight stagger lonely evening furious and silent and out to sea evening lost and lingering in fairy dust evening in baubles and bright shiny beads well out in the kitchen i fixing evening a drink theres syrupy booze and effervescent zing theres the strong stuff i gave to the weather theres a bit left from the bottle of optimistic muscat evening oh evening where are you now baby evening..? lying low in a graveyard… she answers as if from afar and i feel a shiver run through the air fuck it i think now i will never get any softness from her  (oh being […]

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weed of mirth and wisdom

weed of mirth and wisdom

at an impasse non-plussed

unfabricated i write:

wading through the shallow warm sea toward home

the evening is my girl and she is soft towards me which is all i ever asked

evening arranging herself on the horizon

evening in my head all darkness and twinkle

man i must be getting on

all the street lamps in their pink aura quietly fizzing and crackle

come on evening i say coaxing her up the street

older than the hills yet as new as you like…lovely evening

if people stare at me it seems it is that the evening is on my mind

(some idiot has stolen the moon for crying out loud..!)

man you should slow down with that moon shine 

says a voice in another room

the palm trees career by you know

and luxury cars hover in auto-drive

you just felt them whoosh away

tomorrow is the first day of some new summer

whispers a secret voice inside us

the wah wah guitars chatter like bird women

the rumbling thunder almost erased by the sound of distant merriment

evening stumbles through the door all over your floor

evening at the club with her girlfriends

evening in the murk of midnight stagger lonely

evening furious and silent and out to sea

evening lost and lingering in fairy dust

evening in baubles and bright shiny beads

well out in the kitchen i fixing evening a drink

theres syrupy booze and effervescent zing

theres the strong stuff i gave to the weather

theres a bit left from the bottle of optimistic muscat

evening oh evening where are you now baby evening..?

lying low in a graveyard… she answers as if from afar

and i feel a shiver run through the air

fuck it i think now i will never get any softness from her 

(oh being this selfish really wears you out though you know)

instead i waltz into the room with my macedonian macadamias

my maple neck is studded with golden frets

and a solemn bridge of a nose which unites left and right face

evening sit down on my rug from Dalmatia

evening listen to the music i have slaved over for you

no wait right there… says the evening

because maybe i am just another night to you…

with that, a mournful cello sings out its descending figure

inside my fugue evening is a bach flower symphony

the evening with her black velvet cloak behind which is sleep

mmm evening with her strange accent please ask her to be soft with me

we look at the view of the ferns and the pines and the palms and the washing lines

in the cradle of renovation the fertile crescent of the ladies only pool

a hodgepodge of eras

the anterior decorator is baffled

all styles are contained or merge

the stained glass tattoo of your jesus advertised in the windows

the steel columns support floors up to the clouds

the old time cottage developed now as silver thermal whirlpool

evening in her headrest of flowers with her head dress on the plain

evening i know you can be soft some other time i suppose when you really feel like it

evening all

how is everyones evening

out there..?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

lake land

  our silence shot with silk shrieks of birds which tear across azure days like gold leaf lost in a turner fog i see shapes appear out of sea mists a great fleet lost in those clouds my little boat is full of warm rain sunshine we drift down the river sane the soul directing the brain everything for me is now grey wonderful afternoon the tiny creaking sounds the sun broke through like a white point row row row your boat little sisters merrily because life is such a dream the rushes and the lily the graveyard and the swans everything flows past us we’re just drifting along in one of daddy’s songs          

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linger on

linger on

 

our silence shot with silk shrieks of birds

which tear across azure days like gold leaf

lost in a turner fog i see shapes appear out of sea mists

a great fleet lost in those clouds

my little boat is full of warm rain

sunshine we drift down the river sane

the soul directing the brain

everything for me is now grey

wonderful afternoon the tiny creaking sounds

the sun broke through like a white point

row row row your boat little sisters merrily

because life is such a dream

the rushes and the lily

the graveyard and the swans

everything flows past us

we’re just drifting along in one of daddy’s songs

 

 

 

 

 

more fever

its 100 degrees outside and inside this world with all its incredible lies humanity with all its incredible cruelties i feel like its all coming down on me nothing can change while this system is in place it hurts to see what they are doing but fuck this fever feels like i’m on a bad trip man this fucking heat this fucking sickness this fucking world all this ratbag scum killing everything and everyone we have enjoyed unsustainable privilege oh my friends my stupid poetical mind loves to go haywire so i rage on in the silence of my messy flat and my ringing ears only one thing left and thats the sea i will pull on my crumpled shorts and an old tshirt i will find my hat and my keys and my mobile phone which i hate but fuck it and drag a toothbrush over my piano teeth and drag a brush over my march hair and slosh some almond milk unsweetened down my throat and finally breaking free of this flats orbit.. sail across carrington sail down dolphin its one hundred fucking degrees! what with the fever and the weed and the flowers the beautiful trees that line our fair streets their glorious leaves that bring to cool this arbour like street after all these years i still dont feel comfortable in this kilbey mansuit my allegiance is elsewhere this is just a vehicle i drive somewhere today to the ocean swimming pool cut up and onto the bay road where all the shops are cool under the awnings while the ocean now so close sends lovely zephyrs up the street oh man i might feel suddenly week as i loiter around buying a fucking smoothie and a shot of wheat grass my feet sweating out in my boots under […]

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i will flame on for you

i will flame on for you

its 100 degrees outside and inside

this world with all its incredible lies

humanity with all its incredible cruelties

i feel like its all coming down on me

nothing can change while this system is in place

it hurts to see what they are doing

but fuck this fever feels like i’m on a bad trip man

this fucking heat this fucking sickness this fucking world

all this ratbag scum killing everything and everyone

we have enjoyed unsustainable privilege oh my friends

my stupid poetical mind loves to go haywire so i rage on

in the silence of my messy flat and my ringing ears

only one thing left and thats the sea

i will pull on my crumpled shorts and an old tshirt

i will find my hat and my keys

and my mobile phone which i hate but fuck it

and drag a toothbrush over my piano teeth

and drag a brush over my march hair

and slosh some almond milk unsweetened down my throat

and finally breaking free of this flats orbit..

sail across carrington sail down dolphin

its one hundred fucking degrees!

what with the fever and the weed and the flowers

the beautiful trees that line our fair streets

their glorious leaves that bring to cool this arbour like street

after all these years i still dont feel comfortable in this kilbey mansuit

my allegiance is elsewhere

this is just a vehicle i drive somewhere

today to the ocean swimming pool

cut up and onto the bay road

where all the shops are cool under the awnings

while the ocean now so close sends lovely zephyrs up the street

oh man i might feel suddenly week

as i loiter around buying a fucking smoothie and a shot of wheat grass

my feet sweating out in my boots

under the hat i’m soaking wet too and quite delirious

sometimes i see right into peoples souls and sometimes they see right into mine

wow thats disturbing you gotta admit i say to myself

but i cant linger on nothing

i lose interest in everything in an enveloping emptiness

the shoppers and the teenyboppers and the crooks and the cops

man they all recede away

while my legs just keep walking walking walking

over arden st to the green billowing pulsating sea

its one hundred fucking degree

and i just dont fucking care

about any of it or any of ’em anymore

what a day what a life what a blog

ha ha

bye

 

 

feverish you/ fever issue

the numb still contain pain man i am so fucking sick and its weird here bad thoughts assail vivid reveries of worlds gone wrong my guitar done come to life and its throbbing in my hands all my songs sound like they are coming from the whirlwind i go in a door like a dream but the dream also has a door baby its the path to ruin the air full with unholy vibration snapping flash a camera records the deep bass my dissolving eyes like being underwater women with children swim by yeah i’m walking down bream street breathing with my new gills in an uber on a way to a gig booked one million years ago one minute the blackest alleys then noise and colour explodes as we are born into a room of  creatures someone pushes you forward to meet the queen of all rocknroll but when you open your eyes…look at you up on that stage..! here are the guys in another band a deer a horse a mouse and a crafty fox octopus manager with a tentacle in every deal no fuck it but the drums have started up boom boom bompitty boom boom crash wallop thump boom boom the wrangler who is the ghost of a girl in a painting yeah youre on she smiles and points to the wings and beyond that the dull red lights of the stage the orchestra hit their stride and the strings give out the smell of sweeping late spring the thought splinters into inklings running parallel to each other all outcomes play simultaneously yes its quite maddening still you take the mic and sing some distant meaningless words that enchant the evening but its all sucked through times funnel elongating and accelerating into past i’m slapping an old friend […]

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6x6

6×6

the numb still contain pain

man i am so fucking sick and its weird here

bad thoughts assail vivid reveries of worlds gone wrong

my guitar done come to life and its throbbing in my hands

all my songs sound like they are coming from the whirlwind

i go in a door like a dream

but the dream also has a door

baby its the path to ruin

the air full with unholy vibration

snapping flash a camera records the deep bass

my dissolving eyes like being underwater

women with children swim by

yeah i’m walking down bream street breathing with my new gills

in an uber on a way to a gig booked one million years ago

one minute the blackest alleys

then noise and colour explodes as we are born into a room of  creatures

someone pushes you forward to meet the queen of all rocknroll

but when you open your eyes…look at you up on that stage..!

here are the guys in another band

a deer a horse a mouse and a crafty fox

octopus manager with a tentacle in every deal

no fuck it but the drums have started up

boom boom bompitty boom boom crash wallop thump boom boom

the wrangler who is the ghost of a girl in a painting

yeah youre on

she smiles and points to the wings and beyond that the dull red lights of the stage

the orchestra hit their stride and the strings give out the smell of sweeping late spring

the thought splinters into inklings running parallel to each other

all outcomes play simultaneously yes its quite maddening

still you take the mic and sing some distant meaningless words that enchant the evening

but its all sucked through times funnel elongating and accelerating into past

i’m slapping an old friend on the back

outside in the carpark daylight threatens to be rubbed back to night

in black drips the twilight paint comes running down a sky

the show is over i been standing here forever feeling sick

a cold thrill travels along inside my spine

my aching axe will not go into its case

i start trying to force it in

and it starts fighting back

oh but where was i..?

doing an interview on a phone

i listen to myself raving on and i plan a revolution

the white screen irradiates its silent scream

i sneeze and i sneeze

and i sneeze up fucked up universes

i dream and out of my pores flows globes of dismal worlds

today all my possibilities are cancelled or put on hold

i have no ins and hardly any outs

temples burning with fever

shadows moving of their own accord