30 May 2011



Sticky black puddles radiate
Where unknown Gods baptize
Soft oozing words feather weight
In luxurious and soft velvet sighs
On clouds of expelled opiate
To recombine and synthesise
Soothing songs in tones sedate
Beautiful and welcome lies

28 May 2011



If I had a hammer, I’d hammer out a warning, I’d nail it to your forehead, I’d write it in reverse – so you could understand. If I had my own trumpet – I do believe I’d blow it - loud enough to bring down the walls of Jerichco - so I could kick over her stones in search of sleeping snakes – sidewinders that rattle in my head, coiled to strike – tracking their prey with lethal intent – words sharp as hypodermics that pump emotions into the mainline of heroin sighs which penetrate like stiff cocks in soppy wet cunts of imagination - blunt words that crack skulls and bloody noses – words that bludgeon the innocent and guilty alike – words that move mountains – shake the earth into cracking convulsive quaking spasms - words that blow with hurricane force to flatten cities and forests - that drive great tsunamis of feeling to crash a like a mountain of shit against the cancerous shores of your heart –– words that incite revolution and ignite wars - oceans rise and empires fall – heroes come and heroes go – when the dust settles what is left to us but the words that tell the story of what they did and where they went?



27 May 2011



Naked as a peach pip

Stoned as a cherry

The apple of my eye

Your fleshy pulp

Juice sticky fingers

F-o-r-b-i-d-d-e-n fruit

Baked in a pie

Rawberry tarts

Light as wrecking balls

Heavy as fairy snakes

Chained delightning

Wet dream topping

Knickerdropper glory

Passion’s bitter berries

Desiccated rococo sluts

Corruptive cocktales

With an acerbic tang

And a bitter almond

Fragrance delicto

Whispers like thunder

Across just desserts

‘Not everyone owns a soul.’



16 May 2011



Fear is the prime motivator,

Fear is the organ of your reflex,

Hatred makes the world go round,

Binds our colony of fragile exiles,

Legions of patient coffin fillers,

Worm fodder for potter’s fields,

Golgotha’s funerary whores,

Suspicious of all that is other,

Macabre in tonal fascinations,

Nauseated by the difference of flesh,

Hungry for the blood of innocents,

Fearful of the shock of discovery,

And the blinding light of reason,

The meek shall play the long game,

Await instructions from above,

Everything is permitted,

Nothing is forbidden,

Unless it is forbidden,

If you are not with us,

Then you are against us,

You must choose sides,

There are no alternatives,

There is only one rule,

Obey all the rules.





11 May 2011

Idiot Lanterns



Fractured domiciles

strung with idiot lanterns

spit hot piss in my face


30 days,

30 rock,

48 hours,

60 minutes,

8 simple rules,

$64,000 questions,

for the American idle.

“I’m a non-entity,

get me out of here!”

Blast me

with your cathode raygun,

flash fry my brain

with the irrelevant and inane.

Talk show rancontuers

with lightweight banter

enliven Saturday night specials.

Steal my mojo

with their novocaine lines.

I’m stunted in that second hand daylight,

broken on the wheel of fortune.

I am the weakest link,

America’s next biggest loser,

fired into my demographic

slot machine.

I hit the jackpot

when they bound my imagination

with cable and tangled me up

with 300 channels

I could drown myself in.

That deliver to me

an important message

from my sponsor;

“Everyone who visits your toilet

is judging you”



5 May 2011




Everyone I meet plants seeds in my imagination

They take root to grow and flower like monsters

That draw humming birds and butterflies

To the pungent fragrance of their sex

They probe the depths of my psyche

With the hungry mouths of demon lovers

That paint a million kisses on my brain pan


Everything I see is fuel for my fire

The colour and brilliance of the universal

Fuses the retina of my innermost eye

Illuminates the surfaces of my ego

Lights me up and stokes my flames

With unending delight and wonder

At the infinite radiance of being


Everything I hear is food for my soul

Evening birdsong and the rolling thunder

The peal of bells and children’s laughter

Echo through my drum and anvil

Blow reedy through the pipes of my mind

Mix pitch perfect with blasphemous tongues

And angels songs in my cathedral of memories


Everywhere I go is foreign country

Of exotic charm and temporal mystery

My every step is an exploration

Of novel and exciting sensory experience

A voyage of discovery into the eternal now

I’m a stranger in a strange new land

Explorer of worlds orbiting unfamiliar suns


Every day begins with a whispered promise

Of forbidden fruits heavy on the bough

Ripened riches from a golden dawn

Night that breathes nocturnal pleasures

Sighs like willows for the departed sun

Each momentary resplendent instance

Is ammunition for my Tommy Gun