order is the comfort zone of the simple minded.
they were born into sterility,
administration, bureaucracy,
sign here, here and here.
now the formalities are out of the way,
you can raise the **** child.

but chaos, chaos comes naturally to me.
I sway in cyclonic winds,
with psychotic grins,
and blossom like weeds after
a sun-shower.
when the world around me slips
slowly into insanity,
I slip into my slippers,
take a shot of *****,
and look out the window,
laughing all night long.

The circle of life,
Grow, shrink, expand, shrink, and die.
This is how we live.

Fast paced, action packed.
To the sober apathy.
One or the other.

I am a puppet.
Success bores me, make haste, I
Push myself back down.

A soup of thoughts
ocean of humanity
onion-seaweed adrift
in a salty stock-lake
to the far reaches
of our existence.
A fear of the shoreline,
far off distant abyss
yet in the safety
of the puddle
we intertwine our
melted-butter hearts
sticky liquid mess
of icing sugar
dribbling down our
thighs bathing in the
brain-stew, hoping
to one day feel the
sand of the shore
exfoliate our
scaly toes.

Woke up to you with
one hand round my thighs and
one hand round a warm cigarette.
Wisps of smoke rolled playfully
out your dishevelled, handsome grin;
makin’ a break for it through
ivory jail-cell-bar teeth.
And as you ashed into your empty coffee cup,
black, three shots,
I bent my body over yours,
hips hovering bouyantly,
hands crowning your face
and I kissed that smoky grin of yours
I kissed it with every muscle in my lips
and with every breath in my lungs,
'til your tar-stained teeth shined
like lost pearls in a rough sea.

Keys in the front door.
Sun reluctantly disappears
and your fingers mesh with mine,
with another hand I lit a warm cigarette.
you kiss me as I empty out a glass, and heave my crystal lungs.
Your hands on my hips, taking a drag.
They all say:
if this is love then I don’t want none,
if this is love then you two got it right.
And the moon had peeped its head through our window
moon-beams singin’ us to sleep
amid a haze of smoke, and wine,
and passion that could’a melted the whole **** city.
And our bodies had intertwined,
with one hand we held eachother close, and the other
we wrapped around
a warm cigarette

fill your mouth with dirt and
smile wide so the world can
see your filthy obsession.
let rocks wear down your teeth and
sand-paper your organs,
to fit nicely with your
black lungs and fried brain.

fill your mouth with *** and
let it take the shape of your teeth and tongue,
till it multiplies into a new life form,
then swallow before it
waves its little fingers in agony.
o the delight of control.

fill your mouth with powder and
take a drink to feel the soft breeze more gently.
let the light into your skull,
let it surface to the top of your oceanbody;
to be heard clearly without the blur of the
water which rages around it.
there is no interference now with reality.

fill your mouth with blood and
exert control over body and soul.
flesh in between your teeth;
let it be you that feasts,
not he who is feasted upon.
sacrificial addiction, take your pick and
eat up, kid.

fill every inch of your body with pleasure,
and every cavity with sparks,
and your organs with gluttony and smog and
sleep for days and spend nights upon nights
in blissful indulgence
until the time when your frail body gives in and you must
let it empty every crevice of its weary vessel.

lightning bolts in my brain
shoot like meteors through my skull
and limbs became rivers.
it all flowed through me
like molten veins that pulsed
with the breath of the earth.

it is the heaven I long for
to be immersed in this small
section of time and space that
compresses the muscle in my limbs
into a flesh soup, it is like floating
in a sea of myself.