Fleas

thought is the most courageous crime

but you must go beyond the static of the tribe

and their blandishments of mediocrity

you best conduct your business in ciphers

or they will know you ain’t from round here

because they don’t take to outsiders

they ain’t intimidated by reason

and they’re offended by science

they have a wizard to guide them

all facts are false and reality is negotiable

in his machiavellian flea circus

he says jump and they ask how high?

they do as they’re told

but they don’t know why

.

Death Songs

I’m awake

I get your algebraic

you talk in tongues

a greasy word salad

of butchered truths

and fantastic remedies

that signify your filth

and lack of imagination

just another outrigger

of the one big lie

you are totally artificial

and your computations

always add up to zero

we were all witnesses

to your empty promise

that we’d stand together

when game got rough

but where were you

when we were singing

our death songs?

Trojan Horses

the origins of chaos

lay far beyond the stars

and issue wicked messengers

who ride on trojan horses

as minions of the beast

to visit hell upon us

and render us as meat

these forces of entropy

amplify our fears

and wash our orphan faces

with soft and bitter tears

Pariah

daily bulletins

solemn in tone

spoon fed the public

in their private cells

they spoke of unity

and pulling together

they were organising

punishment squads

for the less enthusiastic

that’s how it begins

with a consensus

forged in fear

in a crueller world

we indulge in the

animal satisfaction

of stolen meat

and take succour

in bitter news

from next door

I’m getting shady looks

from the boys in blue

they know a viral load

when they see one

I always kept to myself

I guess I deviated

from the herd immune

I’m a marked man

at risk and alone

The Happy Warrior

the seekers informed me

that everything that is

emanates from a single source

but they had no plan

no method

or application

to take them there

they told me faith

was their single solution

and that faith was magical

they pointed to their books

saying all truth resided there

and that belief was enough

to vouchsafe a ticket

for the kingdom to come

but I am of this world

not of the next

and my connections

are all paid for

through direct experience

Passover

are we just bunkered up

beside our television sets

quarantined in our tombs?

are we but maggot food

served on viral platters?

we don’t have to go anywhere

this microbial apocalypse

will be delivered to ours doors

just like Moses did of old

I hear no wailing in the night

the streets are oppressed

in quiet apprehension

as the world settles into sleep

to dream perhaps eternally

not everyone shall see morning

some shall be taken in the night

and we shall mourn them

in the grey and silent dawn

2020

we put all our eggs

in a single basket

and cast our lot

with the viral load

but there’s nowhere

to run in the great pandemic

nothing to do but hunker low

some say we’re judged by God

or that nature has rejected us

we sift for patterns

in the random chaos

and set to sea in thin rafts

woven together by promises

launched onto turbulent waters

more in hope than expectation

Positive

poor boy’s all fucked up

he has a runny nose

he got hit in the face

with a horseshoe bat

but went undiagnosed

they called for isolation

but he was last to know

he only picks up static

on his clockwork radio

the devil stole his breath

but no one gave a shit

until they’d tasted death

and everyone was sick

Without End

these are the days

of weary obedience

to the fearful edicts

of frightened men

we are yet savages

beneath our surfaces

and we hunger still

for reassurances

beyond our borders

so sit yourself down

to take sustenance

at your father’s table

take what you will

from what’s offered

not by violence

but through love

and the good grace

of your lesser demons

the aching hours

drone into eternity

and we are alone

inside closed eyes

within our memories

our pain has no past

our pain has no future

our pain has only now

in days without end

The Augurs Of Change

I caught a glimpse

of tumultuous change

and heard the song of ages

ringing out like a bell

welcome to the new cycle

an electro magnetic reality

history is now irrelevant

all things must pass eventually

this world is transformed forever

the future is being forged in fire

Let Me In

give me shelter

from the tempest

feed me now

and evermore

I will be your

power and glory

your touching stone

and favoured whore

they’ll call us demons

when they tell our story

but we have the juice

that transcends all sin

I got my hands

on the keys to heaven

just open the door

and let me in

Captain Chaos

the mysteries of life     seem to defy explanation       but I got the prickly answers     festering in my ball sack     it don’t take a psychic    to chart my approach     an electric horizon     all fire and thunder     crackles and spurts     with them golden bullets        the fruit of my loins   

murder and mayhem     lurk in my shadow       so open the door    just let me in        I won’t be no bother      or give me your cloak     this is magical weather     give me your cloak       and I’ll cast you a spell

this poor boy     gets all ego inflated     and is counter-indicated      for most applications      I’m good for a laugh      but don’t ask for directions      my bipolar co-ordinates      mean I’m lost and  found      in repetitive cycles    

however    due to the unique way        my head is located        I get to harmonise        with those dissonant values       that tie other people      in  gordian knots        this heavy soul      walks on many waters        a friend to all men      but master of none