11 November 2010
Talking Monkeys
19 October 2010
Dirty Harry
I don’t think too much about it I just write from whatever
direction the wind’s blowing I
have no flags to wave I don’t believe in ‘things’ so I got no use for flags I have no
cause to affect and
no mission to accomplish I already
set myself free as befits a man of my temperament
I have no beef with anyone in the normal flow of events but when some numb nutted bovine brained worm tongued would-be Wordsworth wanders lonely as a fucking cloud across MY horizon I figure why shoot the breeze when you can shoot the messenger? I bark bullets I don’t take prisoners I don’t have the facilities
I dish out summary execration to anyone waxing lyrical on the virtues of agape or how their soul is stirred by nature’s beauty I read them their rights before I ram my muzzle home and loose my words BLAM! d’ya feel that? BLAM! BLAM! do you understand? BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! any questions? then we’re done here one less polygluttonous book maggot wasting good paper
*This
work is entirely fictitious and any resemblance to person or persons actual or
fictional is purely co-incidental. The views expressed here are not necessarily
not the views of the author.
3 October 2010
The Mark Of Cain
1
I come from East of Eden,
And bear the mark of Cain,
That may be the reason,
They say that I’m insane,
My boots are caked in mud,
From walking in the rain,
My hands are stained with blood,
From the brothers I have slain.
2 October 2010
Hollow
there’s the tenderest vibration
of laughter’s unheard echo
the emptied out sensation
of rooms now left hollow
and something fragile vacillates
between happiness and sorrow
something now is missing
some subtle nuance fled
it's something nearly tangible
that burns inside my head
as half remembered passages
in a book that I once read
28 August 2010
Monkeys
A moon faced born again ding dong chants Hari Krishna hip hop style. His hands spasm before him, signing in ancient Indian semaphore – ‘stay away’. The wolves haven’t eaten him yet ‘cause it’s considered bad luck to eat crazy meat. The innocent are herded and fleeced in a revolving strip show of brutality, horror and vice. Layers of degradation and corruption are peeled for their delectation. Most of them will make it home, but some will end up with their teeth in somebody’s necklace. The rest is just hamburger meat.
29 July 2010
A Children’s Crusade
in the hours before the dawn
and march in rank procession
through the land of desolation
the lonely sons and daughters
of forgotten generations
the one lost tribe
scattered throughout the nations
14 July 2010
The Abattoir
The abattoir was secreted away amongst a warren of dereliction. It stood alone amidst the burned out buildings and piles of rubble. Its red brick walls were mostly covered by a coat of black soot, courtesy of many local warehouse fires. The soot thinned out at the base so it looked like a black occult temple which was dipped in blood, like the feet of Tezcatlipoca the terrible god of Aztec legend. The clock tower towered above the entrance like a great black phallus. Through the gates below countless thousands were once led to the slaughter. The entrance reeks with the fetid stench of rotting flesh. The holding pens, arcane iron contraptions stained red ochre by rust and congealed blood. Meat hooks hang silent witness to the butchery committed in this meat factory, this industrial necropolis. This temple of savagery is not deserted. There is a priesthood yet, practitioners of a dark and unholy art. There are others too, the innocent abandoned. Victims of a satanic press gang, penned like cattle awaiting slaughter. Herded into the bloody death traps where iron jaws are clamped around their necks. They await the skull cracking hammer blow. They wait to be made meat.
29 June 2010
School
School
They lie to you at school,
To make of you a fool
They really only want you,
For the labor pool,
They only teach you stuff,
They think you ought to know,
When you’ve learned enough,
It’s time for you to go,
Now you have to work,
There is no time for play,
You simply cannot shirk,
If you want to earn your pay.
END
Wabi Sabi
Wabi Sabi
My darling you’re imperfect,
1
In every single way,
1
You have the kind of smile,
1
That darkens any day,
1
You frighten little children,
1
When they come out to play,
1
Your countenance is glorious,
1
Your anger to inveigh,
1
Your temperament's notorious,
1
But I love you anyway.
End
Finis
Finis