well that was lunch which
was preoccupied with such
thoughts of the typical poet
eg why does the world want
to cheat me..

what is the point and what
is for tea..my lover´ s eyes are
burnished fields´  of wheat
i thought of love
and lily..

a small blue bowl of vague
reminded of a broken heart
and since stopping smoking
marijuana has my art
suffered unnecessarily..

or is it better some clue
must tell the difference between
the placid and uncontolable rage
the compatability of lasagne and rice
the oxymoron..

the pollution of serviettes..
with our destructive urges
laced with inexplicable
flat cola and
creation..

not unlike hunting for
searching salt to will
made in our own likeness
cold soup to chips
to explain..

what is this thing called man
chapatti and jam..
we have to have to tell
we have to work
and then stack
to clear them..

begin again
the thoughts
of a typical
poet and soooo
end..

I'm like smoke
I begin to blow
Through the concrete
and through the snow
And no one you'll ever know
Thinks the world moves too slow

Except me

Another night another choke
Another ignorant bloke
I feel the world is a stage
So I dance every day
Center stage of the masquerade
and I know we're all feelin' safe

It's like a jungle sometimes

It makes me wonder
Where's the thunder?
I saw the lights but couldn't feel em move
A ******-snack without the due
I couldn't feel the groove
Unless it' was in the amplitude

Another outrageous night

Out of sight
A state of mind
Control everything all of the time
Like the Pharaoh, The Sparrow, a king
Forget everyone
yet retain everything

On top of the world, on top of me

It's all about heart and compatability
And your faithfulness, it spoke to me
I don't think I've ever heard the truth
But the things you see could be your truce
I bet you think you've got me figured out

But none of your words ever left my mouth

Can you hear me
Can you see me either
Grow tired of asking the questions
Chose to stay stoic and silent
Always choose non-violence
Because thoughts are always filled with unnecessary anger
I still love **** sapiens
Just detest when they lack common decency
Common courtesy
Compassion isn't common at all
Want to interact with others
Oddly find little connection
You're wifi
I'm an old modem
You're a cell
I'm a landline with frayed cords
You're a desktop
I'm a type-writer running out of ink
You're an mp3 or flac-file
I'm vinyl spinning under worn out stiletto
Still trying to find connection
Trying hard to let go
Or at least find similar components

i drove a long way for affection
but i didn't mind a meander
into side streets of self exploration

companionship not compatability

and the simple ******* twists i turned
the gentle buses rode

i tire of you

Come.. come lag with me
stuck in the never
Between death n immortality
in the lag time
A split fractal reality
Abyssal bag and a sack of
Abnormalities      
Dug deep into timelines
Paths of probability
Dug deep into forever
Chance and synchronicities    
come lag ... come lag with me
Be stuck in never forever
Lag with me
**** with me, tantric compatability
*** ....... with me
Fantasia lips salivating            
Pupils dialating
Come.. come lag with me    
Our hearts palpatating    
2 sets of 3 eyes elevating                        
Come   .... *** in unison
Lay in this bed with me
Share in ****** medicine, watch the time passin
come  ... come forever with me
Lag time is everlasting