we made a compact right from the very start we’d be secret lovers with no strings attached we were just two thieves playing with stolen time and what we shared together remains buried in our hearts but I sometimes speak your name when there’s no one else around I whisper that I love you but hardly make a sound
10 October 2022
9 October 2022
friday's child
I stared in the mirror until I no longer recognised my face but saw in my
reflection that friday’s child is a trumpet of peace and a sword of
deliverance from the forces of darkness
I laid me down by the still waters an oasis of life in the motherless waste the wisest of fools will surrender their hearts to the love universal
I’ve been turned out with no brass in my pockets but I count the stars as personal wealth my home is heaven this born again loser who supped with the devil and drank to his health
pneuma
too many
hyenas not enough lions no individuals left in this menagerie our tribal brothers fuelled on junk and weed are waiting to cut us down to size but I shall not
be shamed by another’s words or deeds I
am now consigned to the power that
rules my fate there’s nothing
left to fear in the face of certain
death
I am centred now
on myself alone and on the
accumulation
of personal power I stand as a singular entity empty
and without form I require no validation I have no points to score I sacrificed my pretentions and freed up the space between myself and the world to polish my connection to the man within
sometimes in
the moment I forget to think about
myself and it feels good to be
that free I’m tired of looking in
distorted mirrors and preening my interior with
the kind of self perception that flatters to
deceive
I don’t want to escape I simply want tuned
in I don’t know where I’m going I do know where I’ve been I no longer worry over the
inconsequential and it’s all
inconsequential as far as I can see and
I can see quite far on any given day
I do my own thing
it’s the only path that suits me it’s the path that leads to
freedom no one showed
me I have no
method I have no
teachers it’s easier
that way I
am inconspicuous and self possessed and
that’s the form of freedom that matters most to
me
8 October 2022
bitter intentions
there are some graves you cannot fill with drink or drugs or sacred vows some things die from no good cause and our grief blossoms with black and blue petals
we poisoned our prayers with bitter intentions and lived to reap the spoils of conflict our bloody wounds are constant reminders that the pain we deal out will one day find us
7 October 2022
hey dreamer!
breakfast time dawn streams through your blistered eyes somebody got lucky last night but it wasn’t you so pull up yer drawers and dry your eyes
don’t make yourself sick
you’ve done no harm today
well, nothing that will stick
so take a shower roll a
joint get yer metal fixed
hey dreamer! on
yer toes don’t space out they’ll go through your pockets leave you with hee haw it’s a long walk home when you’re empty
you stole a little pleasure your action was real slick you
had yourself a good time god knows
you felt no pain but now it’s
time to scuttle home before they make you pay
6 October 2022
magoo
I think a black cat crossed my wires and cast me the evil eye it may have fucked with my mojo but I don’t seem to mind coz there’s turmoil in my pockets and gear on every corner I have time enough to burn and the urge is something fierce
all I need is a dab to lubricate my illusion and liberate my ego I
lost faith in my identity and
confidence in my face I’m just a
slab of ancient mutton well past my sell by date I’m
totally out of contention and no longer play that game
I‘ve become a jelly man neck
deep in heavy dope author of a
comfortable oblivion myopically forgetful empty headed and exempt rendered
completely harmless through drug induced psychosis and
I’m easy with that vibe but only when
I’m high
5 October 2022
blackout
I got my shit together just in case my shit is required but why should it be? coz the hour grows late and I grow tired I’m a surplus being no strings attached all I recall is the rudimentary no cause for concern we suspected this much all along it starts with a whimper ends with a bang you go on ahead I’ll set my alarm and wait for the blackout and my moment of calm
4 October 2022
vesuvius
I aint so good at hiding my feelings I sparkle and crackle there’s a fissure in my mantle I got blood in my eyes poison on my tongue I’m ready to pounce on the unwary enemies of my fragile peace I medicate I meditate but to no avail I laugh I cry I rant and rave I try to keep things sunny side up but nearly always fail
3 October 2022
saint nick
he knows my name has that much hold over me my over friendly beggar my demon in rags but when the bottle’s passed I never wipe the neck that’s a sign of disrespect and so the black wine passes from his lips to mine and his eyes are night and his smile is daylight and he has my undivided fascination I’m his puppet to lead to heaven to hell and other places you can’t find on maps
and downtown in the killing fields he makes my ghosts to dance that old man reeks of corruption I found him sleeping in fetid leaves in the woods in the damp dark season when decay rules and everything dies but death I met him in the pub one night ladling on the charisma buying everyone pints yeah I know him well he’s my mentor my guru my homeboy but we were never friends
30 September 2022
graft
it’s all graft sure enough our sweat buys us candy but there’s little gravy handy I was a toiler couldn’t get myself square but manna flows from heaven and I know I’m due my share
I tried to scrape an honest
living but didn’t have a prayer some
call it criminality but I don’t
really care coz only a fool goes
hungry when there’s gravy stashed
somewhere
27 September 2022
faded
poor boy shone feeble against a starless sky before he flickered out to give up the ghost and die was there a moment when he knew his time had come? did he awaken in some faulty paradise reserved to losers and bums? or did he simply blink out as he spiralled away on his final moth man trajectory? prayers were said for him which fell on deaf ears the lesser god of hobos and junkies was just too stoned to hear his last gasp went unattended there were no fond farewells no intimate gestures he drowned alone in a pool of vomit there’s no dignity in that his sleep was too swift and deep to allow for human comfort we held a day of weeping but his name has long since faded from our lips no one here remembers his face and no one really cares
22 September 2022
sailor
I shied away from the pain I balled up my grief and swallowed it whole I never
let on but inside I was dying you left me here standing alone misadventure
they said but I knew better you killed yourself through reckless abandon one
way or the other you simply didn’t care
I can’t afford to think about this it’ll only drag me down but
where can I go that you haven’t been down to the shore and into the water out to the undertow where all the drowned sailors bleached by the sea huddle together for comfort and ease
ghosts
I’m sickening again I’ve been infected I have ghosts in my blood you best roll me a stony make it a hard one I got the fear something chronic but I’ll keep on going I’m bound to get lucky I’m prepared to die trying this world can make you this world can break you but there’s no coin in self pity and there’s no solace in tears
I don’t believe in resurrections
or in tearful reconciliations the past is gone forever ghosts take shape in its shade my head is haunted with that fearful
geometry and the friends undone by
time and tide I’m a single link in the chain forever
broken my heart has formed a
compact between the living and the
dead
ghosts come to me through my own reflection ghosts come to me in the wake of my dreams ghosts come to me with
untimely reminders this life is
hard and
shorter than it seems so
take your best shot and maybe
another you might win some but you’ll likely lose more this life pays out with diminishing returns no-one
passes this way with bridges left unburned
20 September 2022
outside
I’ve got the deep chill from standing on the outside coz while all the world was fast asleep I was on a bender and burning out my innards with jugs of liquid fire the intrusion sparked the fear within and I blew a heavy fuse trying to contain it back in the night back where the fun begins I’m all fingers thumbs and knotted nerves but I’m skinning up and dumbing down I have avian reflex in beak and eye but this rooster’s teeth are worn from gnawing on old grievances
she always thought I wore my heart on my sleeve but she was wrong only the sleeve was real the heart was an affectation heart
or soul what’s the difference when they’re both absent? she said I’d carry that load through the ages and that I’d been enslaved by my own instruments I serve
but do not know
I learned to run from her sagacity I need no commentary on my decline I leave
my own words as reference a salutary
lesson in personal abuse my words are
as brittle as my bones and as hollow
as my intent I didn’t force the world on anyone I acted as an outsider a mere observer in my
capacity as counterfeit hero if my
efforts fell short of my bourgeois pretensions it
was more a matter of attention span and
my penchant for the seemingly exotic than any predilection for deceit
somewhere on my covenanted half-acre of hell there stands a mausoleum washed smooth with tears here the holders of my promissory notes are interned along with the wax effigies of former
lovers I lie but not through intention I
lie from carelessness and a casual disregard for facts I
have a proven record of self-deception and quiet ineptitude may the evidence show that I was never deliberately cruel but
was perhaps reckless in the pursuit of pleasure
the most damning indictment against me is
selfishness I confess my guilt but reserve judgment to myself