eternal night

the terrible sun      remorseless and bright     burns our parchment skin     and drinks our rivers dry      gonna be another scorcher      gimme a slug of your bug juice     help me close my mind    I eschew the day      renounce the light      to seek the company of strangers      in the dead of night  

I was not born to darkness     I just gravitated towards it    a moth to an invisible flame    night cradles me in its arms     just as it cloaks the trembling stars      night will not surrender me    and I am glad of it     I love the silent hours      and savour my isolation         it’s as close as I get to being free

these are the days of mass migration       proxy wars     and famine     I’m a hidden being        obscured by darkness      but we must shine like those fading stars      for whatever time is left us      before the total eclipse of all humankind          and the tender blessings of eternal night

monstrous

it’s a long standing paradox     that he who resists monsters     becomes a monster too     it’s monstrous to be innocent      in this monstrous world       but no one is ever innocent     as far as god’s concerned      this is a frankenstein constituency      where monsters and angels        sing from the same song sheet     was that one of god’s mistakes?       or maybe he was one of ours      is heaven full of monsters?      what if god himself is a monster?       and everything we think we know       is one great monstrous lie?

dark circle

 time is a dark circle     void of human purpose     the future is behind us      but we are indifferent      to the ebb and flow of circumstance    time brokers no change      just endless repetition      time doesn’t cradle us       time is crushing us     time marches over us    with no intent at all    

time is a dark circle     blind and remorseless    the killer of galaxies    the harvester of souls     but time is still precious    so we must spend it wisely      for life is fleeting      and rounded by darkness     so waste no more time    seize the day gladly       because the hours will fly by       while we’re standing still

 

memories

 you touched me where I ached      and took away the hurt     we were light and shade      and created the moon and stars       from our tangled sheets      with hungry groins and mouths        our sex was existential     every moment     every touch     conquered death     our cups were overflowing    with raw orgasmic love     we were naked and newly born     washed clean by the rain     completely unashamed

you are the one dream my lonely soul desires        my first and last taste of immortality        do you think of me that way?       do you celebrate our memory?       they say the richness of our lives      lies in our memories      you were the lyric to my melody       and I care to remember  words I dare not speak      for love has just begun      and we two are as one        in the kingdom of my memories

 

special delivery

I’m unloading another consignment  of hard luck stories and therapeutic chemicals       I require further instruction        on how to get my business fixed       I fear myself in these dark hours      suicidal ideation  is a singular ideology    can you sympathise?     tell me you can sympathise…    

rain drops pitter patter       on my naked skull       some call it torture        others call it rehabilitation     there’s a health service plan     to gather my stones       and give me a pounding      but I won’t be compliant with the violence that breeds conformity       

they say I’m bad      or at the very least mad     but it’s my life     I won’t let them shape it      I won’t let them squash me     with their power trips  and lies     the whole world is singing the same dismal hymnal     the melody’s familiar     but the words need revised     

just stay away from me        my hurt is contagious     I’ve been devoured by my sickness        they’re saying I’m crazy         but I’m just impoverished    and that’s just too bad       but it’s no big deal     so don’t bring me down with your suburban mores    I’ve lived outside of convention for most of my life