life is a serial
of soggy cream
dripping from
a cowboys lips,
white blurred
panaceas passed
before a golden temple
and Ava,
ring through her nose
laughs of breakfast
we've not shared
yet enjoyed together,
blintzes at babka
and bacon spits
thoughts into
the next slippery slide
towards oblivion.
Ribbons of laughter
dance long into
the night visions
of Max Dauphain
Harry Callahan
and the
grand wizard Borges
combine swaying
over the pool table
like holograms
in a hollow world,
and now all that
remains is the
brain tissue
left on a stained carpet
and a panadol sandwich
for comfort.
The world rings true
in greens and foil
and nectarines
all is Doris Day
and the day rolls
on regardless
lucky me.

friday before

the nite

before,

before the days to come,

and cum was my question to u,

to be not to be that is the flirtation,

wether tis nobler in mind

to shake off the shclongs and garters

of outragous fortune

and by opposing not "dip my wick"

ahh friday

when all the world wakes

to a fever of

football sex and drugs

I wander in lonely solitude

through crowds of dervishes

bent on destruction spitting

as I do on suits

to full of bile and piss

to know which way there trews

are fashioned,

how do I avoid the world

the twirling gizzards

the drunks of no fixed ability

the hazy women of marketing

the vagrant children

poking airfix kits into each orifice

until they resemble

a screaming

stuka dive bomber.

How do I avoid

or is avoidance

just another issue

i need to face

in this imponderable

tissue of vaccuous intent,

this world

my home

this life

i lead.

bite me

chew me

sink those mandibles

into my flesh

and gouge

your name

across my skin

nibble a pattern

a heart

a cross

a dripping oragami swan

with each

bruise bright

with blood

broken within

that glistening

smile.

steam rises on brown syrup,

a cigarette smolders regardless,

an elephant wakens inside,

coffee.

coffee with u wood delight

a time,

a place,

wring seeds of charm,

fashion flowers from clouds,

and resolve the weather

for the sky.

coffee with u would release

me from the grind,

the coloured dots

the palest blues,

fading Chinese reds,

blacks translucent meander to white

and honeysuckle,

dont forget to read

and brush your teeth

or catch flu from a stranger

moist in the street.

Lifes rich tapestry

is stained in brown froth

above which I see your eyes

glistening

over your

coffee cup.

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pink and white orchids

blooming in a glass vase

water drops glint

in the cooled morning air

drawling along

the green stem

gravity poured

into the sun

splitting the divinity

of hydrogen

from oxygen

in a process

unmatched

to produce the breath,

the heart beating,

the pool of sweat

breaking on a lovers brow,

and in the laughter

spreading light

over curled ribbons of colour

a hand caresses

the stamen

swollen with pollen

clinging to the exchange

so yellow dust

mingles and resiles

the majesty

of procreation

in pink and white

in glass

in green

in you.

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when i imagine

you naked

the warm air

clasping in a

sweet embrace

i pray to the cold moon

to deliver me

from these thoughts

or deliver to me

the fabric

behind these fictions,

to answer

a calling

of vulnerable delights

of your hair

sweeping like fire

over my chest

of your lips

pressing my flesh,

of my hands carresing

your breast,

the soft coils

of your ears

clasping palm

to dewy palm

on nites

when the breeze filters

love across passion

across devotion

across lips

held to lips

until eternity bekons

and the embrace

ours.
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Moonlight

on the water,

oil

on the waves,

foam capped and gleaming

thrown reflections

dissapating.

The world seems furtive

scurrying over grasses

new mown

baldes.

a pensive toss

of the coin

lands

in my

palm.

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When the resin of dawn

has passed

I will wrap

you in

honey coated arms

and swim

with you

to the

portals

of sleep.

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So drunkenness

obliviates

the need for words

sliding

(as it does)

from chasm to chasm

crevasse to crevasse

as skiers to trees

as divers to nitrogen

as japs to sharks

as poms to showers

and all the world

is my lobster

at this hour,

until besmirched

beseeched

I desist

and lay

my hed

in the

hollow
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