29 April 2011
The Boy in The Moon
19 April 2011
moon dogs
they
say the pueblo people snare moon dogs
in golden filaments and wear
their luminous pelts to dance in
their lunar mystery rites when the
big shiny glows like a big silver
dollar across the southern desert them moon dogs hunt the dark in
packs their howls fill the
night air eerie as spirit songs
on the breezing they paint the
joshua trees large and the
desert lupines aquatic frost them
moon dogs cavort like ghosts and
caterwaul in the inky the last truly
wild creatures in the last truly wild country when the sky falls on the land and we are sunk under her mystic woven
blanket them moon dogs chase their
tails round the angles
in-between their shadows and our
dreams
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11 April 2011
Empire of Broken Promises
Craters filled with dinosaur teeth
Vast archives of dusty elephant tusks
Mountains of torn old manuscripts
Broken road signs and tattered flags
Crazy paving stones leading nowhere
Fractured rainbows and sullen assent
False prophets and broken idols
Idiotic geometries of insane dimension
Incestuous romantics beating off franticly
To jungle rhythms played on thigh bones
Mutant junky baboons tapping veins
Wiping their asses with William Burroughs
Living relics of the beaten generation
This is the land of who gives a fuck
Where tomorrow never comes around
Where the streets have no shame
Whores give blowjobs for food stamps
And souls are rented by the hour
Jesus never lived in this neighbourhood
The light here comes from a darker sun
The residents await repatriation to hell
Nothing comes easy or cheap here
It’s the sleazy dark side of civilization
Spreading like a cancer across the city
Creeping like a nightmare into your room
A kingdom of have little’s and have naught’s
A filthy empire of broken promises
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