My chest explodes with
joy and pride, that is,
if pride is the right word
for a sense of wonder
that seems to dominate
both my most quiet, dark moments
and shatteringly sunny seconds.

Staring at the blazing blue
of the morning sky, and the
counterpoint of cottony white,
I wonder why so much gas
and light somehow came
to inspire rather grand words in
an inconsiderable and small
speck of carbon such as I.

How can I explain the way
I see the space around me, that is,
Without pretense of creation
and acceptance of insignificance,
in a way that wouldn't offend
and could inspire even the most
singular minded mortal?

I am of only humble understanding
of much but was taught some words:
that any lost feeling of awe
cannot be nourishing to a
mature peace of mind, nor body,
nor soul, if you call the way
all things connect as such.

And if I had a thing
like a soul, mind,
at this moment,
it would be
soaring.

Fading away, like a music.
No jolts, no sadness.
Just a beautiful face.
Religious sacrement is ambiguous.

Failed priests. Another age.
But why would you sacrifice?
Offering instant gratification
to the masses.
Malicious intent is still intent.
Another dimension. Another reality.
Goodbye.

Who do I listen to?

Perhaps you should have stayed
silently, creating something
special with your studies.
Build your wealth,
employ your sciences only with
amazing goals. Ah, my brain.

Must charter the universe.
There is no web, there is no
spider weaving. Only matter.

Matter and history.
Learn from us, your bitter
ancestors, the sweep of evolution.
The great story, you martyr.
You seem reluctant.

The shores, they lick at your
ankles. Salt deposits and foam.
All that is, or ever was.
Contemplations stir.

Leave us alone, without our
sensations of grandness.
I need not your preaching,
your sadness, your dust.

Tiny planetary moulding rock.
Simply dangerous and promising.
Why must I trust another speck
with my entire life? My fate?

It is my own truth, filled with
speculations and masturbations.
Exquisite relationships only
fill me with tainted deepness.

Some part of me knows.
That Ocean is entirely my body.
Starstuff and dust.
My journey begins in my skull.

Tapping my temple, I pull apart
the dandelion puff and bite
the bitter milk.
The blood, plants scream when they
are plucked.

Their juices are not for such as I.
First voyages and scienctists
are better than my own cries.
The depths of embedment are vast.

Birth, live, death, tumultuous.
Jets of energy, my core is
incinerated.
Detroy all in our path.
A splash in my pond, step, step.
A ring, your iris it shines.

Holy local groups, I find.
Containing island chains.
Only 2 million years from home.
Passing over our satellites.

No more writing, no more stars.
Gravity prevails and globes unite.
Centres are millions strong,
like a swarm, a sun, the bee has
stung.
Impossible to stuff the guts.

Spiralling in nothingness.
Arms turn, turn away. Turn from
my face. Curdles outside.
Our home is orange and wide.
Blue in the obscure waters, we
have evolved.

Such intelligence is no indication
that any edge-on view is right.
Please, don't tell me what to believe.

Words left unsaid spoil quickly
My hands are restless, full of gestures
I had prepared and made perfect
While revealing my feelings to you

This mind bears many  fruits
I wish I could pluck them delicately
Instead of this clumsy silence
And flare-up of emotion

But I cannot seem to gather myself
Like so many silken threads
The harder I grasp, the faster they fall
All thats left is pooling in my chest

And the poetry, you say, is in my eyes

A ray of grey tinged light is shining
Through shut eyes, the beam is blinding.
Curious creatures walk across my skin
Toes and pointed hooves tip in unison.
The Life is gone, traces leak from my face
Can't scratch, can't scream, I know I'll turn insane.
A wretch I am, I always will be stained
With blood and lines, little human remains.
I sit and toss, thinking only of one thing
One chance, a bit of cash, I promised him.
A black hand appears, a cloud of whiskey breath
"I'll lend you Life, friend, in exchange for one more Death."

I've always been a good diver
but somehow my boundaries
took to the river
and I feel like I'm always
forcing my own way upstream

Instead of letting my dreams
float, steer and catch hold of
the things that are good for me.

Lost in the the undertoe
I begin to shiver and quake
while bits of me break off

and flake and dissolve
in the acidic oceans of inanity
that engulf us all.

So, I'm left catching hold
of pieces by each finger and toe
hoping to no one in particular
that I never let go

Control is an issue, I'm aware
that you can't hold it all
together on your own
but the current pushes on
and on and on

As I try not to fall asleep
and drown, choked by the weeds
the silt and stifling mud
of my own insecurities

I want to make trouble tonight.
To make my song different from normal speech
like the ladies from India.
I need nothing more than a little
Understanding her wordless wails takes time

I want possibilities tonight
So stay away from my popcorn
her last words were "Can I have som-" then
I want to pound down one or two pints of
Social lubrication never tasted so good

What?

If I hadn't been there

If I had stayed home that day

If I hadn't been there

If I had just slept the day away



If I hadn't been there

You'd still be there

If I hadn't kissed you

You'd still sleep here



I believe, next to you

Is where I belong

And if I hadn't been there

You'd be here all along



Next to you I can be

Anywhere at all

You would hear my call

I'd be anyone at all



If I hadn't been there

I'd place my last bet

If I hadn't been there

We still would have met



If I wasn't there

I'd still find you

If you weren't there

You'd still be here too

It's been used on the street.
Used outside of the medical
profession.
Y'know, it's an altogether
new thing.

It can be even more important
than reading the bible.
Children as young as nine
are enlighted with ritual
consumption.
Student priests. Brainchildren.

A moshing chapel, a bouncing
church.
Holy orders have volunteered.
Five groups of four. Four groups of men.

With his eyes, he asked for
water, as deep as wells.
Brain unrooted, profound psyche.

What matters now? Dawns on me.
An experiment, an experiment.

What comes back? What expands?
Everyone that you meet.
The man, the man, the man.
Your duty is not over.

The surprise is:
the cross is the drug.

Sitar sounds and biting.
Chewing and *******.
Swiss lips and big trips.
Explosions and headlines.

Brighter colours, paisley skies.
Giggling teens and sighs.
Spare ribs unite, yellow sweets.

All to do with round.
Monochromatic world turns to
dreaming and doing it all.
Everything, I can do it.

But It's all too much.
So many ties and looking to
your eyes.
Love shines and trombone slides.
Social liberations, my friend.

Feminism, it's for the doers.
Taxes, real worlds, living on it.
Escape is far worse.
Easy actions and breaking
through windows.

Use it proactively not as
recreation.
Same effect as a man getting it.
He feels it going.
Terribly uncomfortable, alone.

Escape is suicide. Lies, lies,
Exagerration, laws, again lies.
Too many idiots, not enough cooks,
Too many chefs, not enough books.

News is what has given particular
concerns with the true risks.

Mr. Illicit tells us the risks.
Accidents and Supermen and flies.
Don't believe in the invisible
trains and cars.

Mental Breakdowns are wonderful
only when it's dependant
upon the setting. Too much again.

Vortex of fear, darker sides.
Rolling and sadness.
Initially the experience was
as advertised. Ancient fossils live.

A new green, a new blue
New sunlight. A new shape.
Terrifying proportions if you
camp in the wrong field.

Lethargic pigs sliced and green.
Cartoon kinda monsters.
Hahahahahahahha, we've GOT YOU!
Negative, feelings, never again.

Secrets of the mind, they chase.
It's the mis-use. It's the bad.
It's the guilt, it's the right way
Only without respect.

The larger group,
it ruins everything for
everyone responsible. Why?
Why cant't you just ******* make
drinks illegal?
Why not cancer sticks? Sickening.

Leave love alone.
Afraid that there is more to
our doors, that haven't been opened.
Out of control? You are out of control.

I walked on in and found you dancing
Screamed at me like I caught you red-handed
Babe, it's okay to be vulnerable sometimes.
We're all a little thin-skinned, it's not a crime.

I wish you could see you the way I see you
Just so you know, it’s an incredible sight
Pretty and clever, blazing behind hard eyes,
Just ditch the cover, you’re love in disguise.

You’re the one who makes my heart go
I’d hold you tight through any storm,
Oh, but, there’s not much time

You’re the one who set me flying
Let me in, love, let me in.
It’s not a sin to feel satisified.

You tell me no, as you pull my face close
Soothe and touch as you scratch and shout,
I wish you would be straight up and honest
The best thing to do is often the hardest.

You told your Mom we're through today
Did you think that would be so tough?
It’s not too late to take it back but
Somehow I think you’re just not strong enough

You’re the one who makes my heart go
I’d hold you tight through any storm,
No, no, there’s not much time

You’re the one who set me flying
Let me in, love, let me in.
It’s not a sin to feel alive.

There’s not much time.

Eyes sliver open languidly, feel out the corners
Stretched, palms pressed against white walls
Pull the covers high above my head
Building courage to greet the day

Lungs fill with a familiar scent
Smile, reach and caress a glowing cheek
Next to me, he turns, all elbows and sighs
Find him  in a second with tingling toes and fingertips

Untangle the limbs and sheets
Firm and nut-brown, coarse in the right places
Soft in the best places, he's flawless
Dare to disturb the rhythmic breathing


Wake up, I whisper
Coffee, he groans

Where have all the bees gone?

Sorry, no market for bees
Your problem is an intrusion
They thought they had it fixed
The whole plant will be shut down today
Bye bye, virginity

Peanut butter in the mouth
Creating the illusion of speech
Just wake up, baby, just wake up
Everybody in the House say "apease"
Click, click goes the shutter

"Ain't got no cash, ain't got no style"

What's a consumer to do?