write again

its all right 'gain as the rain came down
it ran down the drain
the floods and imbalance can stop
we do need to mop up or remain in shock
as things deteriorate and fall
and we come to blame each other for all
we have done all that befell us from pulling
the trigger on your gun shooting your way
out of the rat race anything to attract attention
kind of briefcase and shoes playing power in the boardroom
speaking through a mist of armarni
terror police wore diamonds on their fists
they came to eclipse all that we thought
reason could come to naught
effort distorts the report
we are going to die and there
is nothing politics or health plans
will do except prolong the expectation

watching time melt

thimbles of ancient obscurity
overfilled chalice
losing faith over its rim
as you walk around the crater
which way
go down in a collapsing
dance sequence underfoot
these crystaline eyes emit square tears
like sugar cubes spat out by a dispenser
the shock value of secretaries
wasted on the military
imprisoned by weath and influence
he had to wear a hat in the sunlight
it burnt yellow rings into his skin

he spent the afternoon arguing
about the state of the prisoners
they walked with a broken gait
dragging their feet through the yard
knees bent and sad
lifted by boney fingers
the ritual of the lost
the jarring words of a matriarch
working you back to the straight and narrow
working you with an eye to the nothing
with an eye to the end

filming the wars

light flickery moments recording
books you found at the library
the behind the camera not famous
she was a better photograph
and nothing else mattered
except to the photographer
who was proud to have met the celebrity knew him
all that

while the mysterious
wandering eyeball
glass silver revealing girls
and background glad for
the attention in focus
some people
were rushing about recording
history for the parents that ignored them
but celebrated Bergman
all that

heartless creatures attending plays
seated in the stalls
where the theatre was experience
comfort an after thought
held by impressions of eager
fogotten mystics
calling at the sun
shine the ocres that spread
over the scenes
all that

stuff that pour into senses
wide open and accepting
the perception as fiction
moulding itself to the tune
talking about failures to see
interest on the hard won war
the far test of resolve
the winter of limbs
meeting swords
the harshest blades
wielded by screaming slaves
cutting their way out
of the belly of commercial
cost analysis the pathway out of noise
the wending river of wellness
the working weeks went east
and we dined upon the seats
around the table this feast

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Nine of Spades

Cards fall upon the table
top smooth and surfaced to
allow the card to float
just like it does

the air acts as a cushion
pushing it up because its required
nature does not defy gravity easily
it takes a little tom foolery to make
it seem that apples are no longer falling
bishops move unexpected as it opens up a line for a rook to attack
but how to get it there in one piece
and the pawn that never moves until endgame
the worker bees of military simplification
kill threats to the state, a terrible waste of life
but we need it to maintain order

and what is order? Doing what we agreed to do
even though we never know until we try it
that we have crossed into transgressed into
terrifying circumstances, we would never choose
them but being faced with them makes our heir
stand on their hind legs
as a storm comes over
and blitzes them out

Wagon wheels a turn and grind
the eyes that see past any circumstance
her cryptic looks her eyes her vision
it tastes like outer space
it seems a long time
until sin is given
out in parcels
handed to you
for you to figure out
with what to do

and you work out the problems
of your neighbours
and you understand the plight
of the labourers
you seethe at your loved ones
whom you wish could bait
the hook for one of your
lines but that fails to fly

nine of spades
you have a lot of explaining to do


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daily poem

The Cloak Wears Thin
Under the Soaking Rain
Clings to the Skin
too Close no Comfort
Cold Pain Walk
over Concreate a
City impervious to art
talls blocks of cubicles
to stare at screens
seem reasonable
when you consider the cost of parking
their vehicles can be constrained
or the vague humour of street kids
can't be washed off without
needful kinetics
sins without sadness
saints without pain
killer kisses on the
blood soaked vein

The building that had stood for a hundred years stood calmly
and mistook its genetics for legality fettered its theatre over
outstanding claims to gesture
futility to profundity
rejection of anything not purple
these trends were isoloted then confined for fear of
contaminations


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The Cloak Wears Thin
Under the Soaking Rain
Clings to the Skin
too Close no Comfort
just Cold Pain
Walk over Concrete
(this) City can't be washed off without
needful kinetics
sins without sadness
saints without pain
killer kisses on the
blood soaked vein