Rhetoric

How is it slightly shocking
when the jokers cease their mocking?
When our silent door’s been knocked in?
When this time spent out is slept in?
How our lovers call their debts in?

Why does the thought make criers
of those bigots
maggots
liars?
All the cheaters and deceivers?
All the thieves-crooks-plebs-receivers?

Where can the buck be halted?
Why is the last,
defaulted?
Where are our truths remoulded?
Why are our mem’ries jolted
and when will this Hate be hated?!

[from November 2011]

Grey Air

Clouds announce their entrance
as they camouflage the sun.
Though I know that they are many,
their appearance is as one…

A coldly breeze envelopes me
then follows certain rain:
This does not cast a cloud o’er me –
I’ll know the sun again.

One More Song

One tiny verse
sung tight-lipped,
as it all gets worse.

Lost the bounce,
gave spring away –
Time tears at my eyes
and squeezes my day.

Thoughts pound my brain,
old thoughts; so sad
as still I clasp
at lives I’ve had.

Short painful routes
are all I see:
They scream my name
to recapture me.

Still the light dances
just out of my reach
so I follow the shadows
that lead from the beach.

Duet

Light up the night
when you bring what is right
to the back of this slight
blood location
Go on light
shine so bright
This your light in my slothen night

Mine was this music
Your laughing made me sick
The tunes which I’d trick
For your tuneless ears

The scribbles of music
A mix and rewrite script
This music you hated
Your light saw me blind
I can’t play
Pluck the way
Not the way that you wanted thru’ day

This is our failing
your light and my wailing
for a tempo regarded by most
as absurd
Let us finish
this sour dish
A time to replenish and go our own way

Monday

clouds 2007Smoke curls gladly
through my iris
reflections in recess.
This is my first
relapse
collapse
I can’t let it happen
I shan’t let it happen
again!
Easily said…

So my lungs numb
to music in my brains,
humdrum, passages.
And outside, somewhere,
someone else;
another one, is shot!

Impersonal formality.
I pay no heed to this atrocity…
Still my cigarettes burn
Still my minds yearn
Still I don’t earn…enough to smoke!!

Olden

Injections of objective retention,
recondite, a bile-like-ripe lifer.
Can profane living
give rise to oblivion?
Give re-issuing license to losers?

Outstanding, derivative pleasurer
found lighting the end of a fuse:
Warnings abounded about her
moreover land closed in around her!
Still silence in mind,
expletives well timed,
I’d rather live lightly than longer…

A moaning most maudlin disgruntler
caught slinking and loudly around me.
These sorry sad Sinbads,
these bored boring bastards.
All fellow food-fighters forever!

Diary

Moan moan moan moan
fart smoke eat groan
moan sleep smoke moan
groan moan moan

Stress fart sleep moan
worry work eat groan
smoke groan moan moan
groan shit moan

I slip quietly
from your voiceless noises
and flee
to the smallest room