i knew nothing
would
sound like
you
sounded
that time
was unravelling
moments
before
you spoke
ill-willed of
heart
and of
minding my own
mind,
not to say
anything
that all
this is
forged,
forgotten.

eye shut
the one i had left,
after all
of this
no
no longer one left
right here, none left
behind me nothing
not
to say nothing
all of this, no not nothing,
not to say anything
ahead
of myself
but nothing behind, yes, that
nothing,
that nothing is right
and left.

speak of
time speaking
of time
is to not pass
the past only
now gone
now behind
nothing but-
silence.

slowly, slowly now
slower and then less
like
trudging through
mud
more crawling less
walking
until there.

stop- here, stop here
where there is here,
where there is,
nothing here
but there
is nothing.

home now dark
there it is
dark, there
is only ahead
behind there is not,
only dark
ahead of
nothing ahead.

less crawling more
lying
down,
down until no more up,
just down,
no longer down now
up rising up light
above
here
there
no longer behind,
ahead,
before no longer behind
only ahead of behind,
before now
no longer only ahead,
behind no longer,
only ahead above,
no longer, no, not, no longer ahead only,
behind
no longer behind only,
not, no,
only no longer
to say no, no longer only
no longer behind ahead but
above now less
quicker not slower
then
until up, up
away
from there
behind
there
ahead
here now
above now
until there is only
now only not now only,
no only now,
now no longer only now,
now no longer only.

The salesman

I made you mine in compliance corpse,
Your hanging on my line.
I know you've been fooled before,
But trust me one more time.
I know this call is frozen,
And my callings changing state,
You melt into my mellow tone,
The telephones mistakes.
I made my wage in vagueness,
The trust of open minds,
The devil stole my sold that day
And I'll pay for it in time.

What does tomorrow want from me
Should I open up my wrist again, so I don't have to see
For we all walk behind the blind
Today I think I'll draw the line

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who will pick me up when I fall
Can you tell me anything at all

What will tomorrow bring to me
Agony as deep as the sea
There's no telling what I'll do
When tomorrow with me is through

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who will pick me up when I fall
Can you tell me anything at all

When tomorrow will soon be a yesterday
Will I still be lost within the gray
Will someone find and rescue me
For I am my own worst enemy

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who will pick me up when I fall
Can you tell me anything at all

It's certain tomorrow is a frightening place
It's sure to give me problems I can't face
Tragedies of every sort
Just to see how far I can contort

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who will pick me up when I fall
Can you tell me anything at all

When tomorrow finally comes
Will I be facing the loaded guns
Will I become mentally sicker
Strong enough to pull the trigger

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who will pick me up when I fall
Can you tell me anything at all

What does tomorrow want from me
Will it turn around and let me be
For I am all ready on my knees
Searching for the missing keys

Politics of power politics of greed, politics we don't really need
Words with no meaning, words of war, words to exasperate all the wrongs of before
Men in bowler hats from higher degrees of education, Suffragettes in suits with their posh procrastinations
Radicalised preachers disguised as primary school teachers, morals and values that have no worth, morals and values to discolour our earth
Politicians with a fame fascination, politicians on their own inert instruction
Politics of verbal constipation, designed in a way you will never comprehend, politics of corruption and manipulation,  politics to make your thoughts unlawfully twist and bend
Politics that so easily steal from a dying hand, politics that allows our old to die where they stand
The politicians expense account, this just helps the animosity amount, our money, our stability our very existence, put to one side and dealt with the utmost of contempt if you offer up any form of resistance
Politics of minorities who the majority doesn't want or need and should rightfully and respectfully be abolished, when you look at our world  our people, and how they suffer, the responsibility lays firmly at their feet for with their megalomaniac ways , our world they have tarnished
I personally do not vote, how can I, when all they do is lie, I'm sure in-between, this cataclysmic scene, someone has the heart, the integrity and honour to want to serve the people of their nation, but I guess , like the rest , they'll accept their payout, sign on a dotted line, and never scream, never shout

If you're afraid of past tense,
                           Don't let time pass....

I was very cautious
I knew if I wasn't what it would cost us
I made sure the bedroom was perfect
I wanted MY romantic affect
I hung the plastic, then the curtains
Bed exactly in the middle, I had to be certain
Lit a few candles
Then sliped on my dress, and my sandals

I cruise the street
For my baby to meet
I pick him up at the corner
My heart beats faster, my body warmer
We go back to my house
Where we start to mess about
I lead you to my bedroom
We'll be making love soon

To my bed you are shackled
You have no idea of my feeling of hackles
Straddling you, and ridding you like a horse
All the wail your loving it of course

With you still in me, I bring out my toys
They are only for my collection of boys

They are bright and shiny
I will not treat you kindly
They are so sharp they can split a hair
And in their refection you just stare
You can't believe what you see
As the look on my face is pure glee

You body starts to convulse and thrash
Then with my blades I start to slash
I plunge my toy in
With the evilest grin
I love the squirting gushing sound
It's all so profound

I have loved all my men
That's why I let no one chase  them
Forever in death they are mine
I'm one of a kind

I slash him to ribbons
It's as fun as the dickens
He's still alive
And feels every vibe
Covered in blood
Our bodies fit like a glove

I slowly climb off top
And lop of his part
Blood sprays the room
Death will be here soon

I'm so happy I made it romantic
And taped up the plastic
I'm the Black Spider
I **** all I desire

escape with me, starry-eyed
a smoky shadowland
where sin is infinite
hell warmly embraced
and lust a syrupy *****.

desire is so crookedly pristine
when untouched by
the ugly delusion you call love

luring, seducing
the inky ebony of eve
coaxes us sweetly, chillingly
to join its empty prisoners --

passion aches
inject me with your raven smoke;
crave me,
consume me

come and dip with me in the night
where our veiled vices can find relief;
its venom will feed my impure nocturne
and your wicked clutches can snake into
the perverse piths of my phantasm and person.

curious child
peering from the bedroom door
half open
standing in the shadows
i watched him
he sat in his easy chair
right elbow propped
cigarette placed between index and *******
light from the tv flickering off the walls
smoke snaking its way to the ceiling

my Father
in his sixties then
lost in the vapid juvenility of Hee Haw
my Father
whose poetry i had discovered
tucked away
out of sight
out of mind
this little black book where he kept his soul
waiting
if he ever decided to find himself again
or perhaps to just remind himself

in the early stages of alzheimers
i saw him cry for the first time
wondering aloud
why after struggling for so many years
he was rewarded with a failing mind
and the loss of a friend
a friend left behind in a black book
a friend i never knew