I expand my view
outward
through pinhole

Creature extends
and carries intension

Carrion makes contact
and speaks a creative

Opportunity
and Mut gives aid to another

Feind conducts its business and makes its bed
adults it's day and doings
toward the better

The Beast minds the gap

It notes its own breathing

Human operates into ease

no bottles broken
but nothing gained
no hurtful words escaped
yet so much
remains unturned
and passed unspoken

no steps were undertaken
no token on the pathway
but no ankles sprained
so passes a safe day

I'll  not                                  
                      yield this bar

until                                      
              the  devil  is  wed

fending                  memory

I    hold    animal    captive

but it                                     
               parents my mettle

withdrawn from our colour
retreat to the basement
with unillustrated lives fled
reflush our pallor
and flesh out lily liveried
astray from the light
scarce
bottled mighty in our culture dish
and reinvent
look ** ;
to the silverfish !

account your blessings :
there is limited space
               for the exhaustion
                       of our mythology
                    to fertilize

All Worlds are Made Up Worlds
Herring gulls and tourist boards
and the pleats of portrayal
All things are treats to the senses
communication in bleats and bloats
and we make scientific entries
We soak out each other
uncreating the darkness
webbing out fractures
with our blue markers
All for the idea of sharing
A shared world
but don't forget
that it is just an idea
All worlds are made up worlds
caring tides and caddisfly
and the teats of the new revival
the breaking of bread
the friction in bed
and meat for our survival
it's been cold out for days
but brighter than an eyeful
care of what's underfoot
crawl to prevent the sky fall
a witch reaches us and we do as we are scolded
we believe now
in gossip told and not in what we hold
All worlds are made up worlds
and that's all that we have time for...

a high mood                                          
could skip along like a child
a practical joke      i give a sharp pull
         on the strings of Everything
jape's on me                                          
         as i am tugged from off of my feet
           and tumbled on the ground
         laughing any-which-way

the day sky   fills with lenses          
                    enough to displace the stars
but there too much for them to see
efforts made mockable
the pattern baffling the pattern
with misunderstood importance

release      and i enjoy the sun
                 for being the sun

summer
eve
the heat
observation :

the hummingbirds in flight
are small
like darting beetles

the beetles in flight
are large
like slow whapping hummingbirds

i am pulled
by my mulling
and a dose
of applauded nature :

it wasn't that long ago that the dragonfly
had the wingspan of an Andean Condor
and the menace of a military drone

it wasn't that long ago that a common houseplant
could provide refuge
for The Swiss Family Robinson

in the future
when the blue whale
and other sea monstrosities
are extinguished
could a wolf or polar bear
happily adorn
a fashionable businessman's breast pocket ?

in slumber nonsense
thought
summer eve
and the heat
i am a microbe and a behemoth

a comfort experience

.

mostly  i've lead a harmless life                            
(as harmless as a human passively could)
  watered down       at most drowning
     at most passionate   ( but for a while only)
decent imitation of life
safe... but none of this is safe is it ?                    
i am part of the expanded programme    
and it's operating at fault (as intended ?)
and the damage is massive

...love is hunter sick nerves you enter dream love is puncture it is green with life lush and suffering and kitchen frot and menial wreck and the reburn of childhood excite a spell and sale of a mental thing and incompletely rheumy-tunes...

lay down on my back

breath sleep into the being

supped and charmed in dreams

full jaundiced moon
an icon out of focus
night heat of urban smog
cannot be blinked away
distant events appear smeared

walking down the street                            
the winters day folded              
              settled snow awaiting damage
waking  as the morning fumbles with city residents
                                    and caravans of cars bumble                        
               unused to the tumble and witty wade of it all

my view is unveiled and hearted
simple vision  in fellow with the other senses
but IT'S THEN ! and then (aftershock )    something was altered
something in perception  was marched astray and put to sacrifice
just a tick off from the uncanny flank of lucid
                         and i know something's not right
my readings rank as nudged
       someone wishes me 'off the case'
what did my senses experience
       that could've been entered into evidence ?
i stop in the street and stoop my bags into the drift
why was my report changed                
       so skillfully between the source
                                            and my intake ?
just a single moment    a blur and a splice snip
what was i not meant to observe ?
was the rug pulled out from under it all
even if for only a spilt second ?
did i witness the goings on behind the scenes ?
the agents of governing wealthy illusion at work ?
adjusting the set ?  correcting an effect ?
wizarding our fantastic lives
the grand fabrication
...or perhaps  simply a feeling

the fails  the falls          actual trips
on the pavement
               flat out  in male heat  whimpering
commandeered    by mating itches
                            you trace the pattern    pursuing your needs
you've probed the city beds                      
     for the love song  some tremor of heart
              but  it becomes more akin to research
lurching through the 'feeding grounds'                      
too many 'successes' and some hard 'romantic' hurts
it becomes numbers                                            
       and used condoms skinned off your member
you do that long enough                                          
                ­  and you've become something criminal
you act the brag   call it 'throwing ****'
                  and imagine it 'the glorified hunt'
your discourse with girls                              
                 power toward vital recitals that 'score'
toss out your heart and suss out 'weaknesses'
(the same weaknesses you loathed                          
                     in your own beginners wounds)
before long you've become a bored and pushy criminal
never quenched
chasing the young with vile deceit
not even a shower between each 'victory'
you daren't bring them to your place anymore
taxi cabs have your address flagged
send up verbal flares        
          to any potential fares
with you   a daring destination
    ***** lair of aggressor ego
mister 'never takes 'no''
****** predator

i am a light sleeper                                              
    who wakes before my alarm
but  i have my own personal Witching Hour
a gape                                                    
    when­ I am utterly unguarded      
        and vulnerable  to serpent enemies

it's then that they broach and whisper me suggestion
it's then that i whimper like an abused and receptive whelp
then that i devolve into a manipulatable child of therapy
it's then that weights are stacked upon my chest      
    and my breaths become short  pinned  and pained

even with my wife and child to my side                            
they patiently poison me  with measured pipette drops
run them down a string like spittle
bitter mushroom down the back of my throat                  
and dreams warp toxic like cellophane near a fire
and what visions !
warrens of vivid insecurities as loved ones                        
strip their gloves  and get to work ripping out the pegs
with twisted mocks  tocking noggins              
         and flails of humiliation oiling apart
               the mechanism of my meaning

they look at their watches   time is up
they leave with their instruments      
make idle chit-chat on their way out
lock the front door with the spare key
and place the key back under the mat

clean the Windows
adapt a right feeling view
note the messages received
decide actions
based on consciously sensed illusions
clean the Windows

.

a fat grey day   welling with troubles                                    
                                     it's been taken over   by the news
the human world turns over another sorrow
lording over today                            
    and borrowing from tomorrow
   weathered are to be    the years to come
     not knowing what joke
        the world could
       end upon

i love lax and i lust after slack                              
smoky streams dream out a caution
portions of nightmarish animalian fests
                                           in blue
i love the reptilian love of sunshine        
never mind the laws and mans fortune
and preservation          
of good food 
 in oil

lunch break  fire escape                  
   seagulls hover  far below              
rattled  by stern winds          
  thoughts battle  their own nature    
no progress  in their flight      
.

from the window indoors
my eye swallows the weather  the trading snow for rain
pinhole funnels  swallows feelings of strangers
down on the streets
a deep hurty in-breath method
from my desk at home   treading water  my brain powers down
despite the exercises of welcomed invasion   energy does not stick
knotted against the greater surroundings
bound in a metal depression
a puddinged thing

desperate act  i switch on a light
but the fight is outside
and a long charging walk
is something i must force myself to take

All Smug and Warm

All Snug and Full of Yourself

You and Your Grooming Buddies

Such a fear based surplus

in your aging frailings

Have you resolved nothing ?

Victorious against us all

You are the Excess Death

of                        

us

                         all

You Helm our Species

til it’s conclusion

Well done !

Crawl back to your smoky cozy womb

and tell your drunken accounts

to those who’ll blindly envy

dismember                          
the smell of the books you hide                
roughed into basement boxes amongst
the most casual of junk
the most bare note book
gifted and thrifted and costumed  
your little girl words tea stain wounded
                     marooned and mould afflicted
dismember the words you mooned after near hearts
               and the great white unrequited
the fluting of ****** fuel    the fumes of their history
badly stored  and water damaged
clumped 'mongst uni flyers and old never paid bills

we gandered for food
they pepper sprayed sleeping bags
threat of the homeless ?
intolerable welfare ;
preyed on by authority

they garnish our sleep
projected from our cycle
and the battle we keep
fought lonely in dreams
our belly ache

this distended menace
our unsheltered numbers
threaten a stubborn structure
   ....it could seem

trot it all out     two tottering opposites                                
            duelling sets   of things we ought think
two angers   we must take like a ***** draught
and we are distractible
one feeding of fear   to link us all                         
    and we are made quite yielding
                                        
i feel willing now  to rush upon death   just to get the it over with
and the dragons can take the hoard                      
                             and disable its currency
a real species stopper
well done

the older i am met                                                      
the bolder the thatch-work of scabbing        
walls are thrown up in front of new ideas
and i am redirected       

the resinous connective issues  of the brain
     mineralization of thought
told and taught knots of gristle                                     
                    ­               enforced from childhood    they surface

i remember how things 'ought be'
the ways my parents parents  parented me
              the lessons recrystallize
cold hard classroom rosin develops       
 held in robust bond   well sold ideas are solid now 
                                         and they defy challenge

but challenge  i must insist        
                    as i resist  into reclining years
and fight this cementing form                               
founded on the dead corrective tissue
that is welcomed   by aging