age smothers with
daily cruelty and I’m longing for
peace but not too much I’ve
been imagining my death instead of
sleeping away my days there’s blood in the bathroom I’ve been
spurting out life from my commonplace heart I don’t court it I’d rather avoid it but it finds me unprepared and alone I’ve studied the science and I must surely die someday but I just can’t see it it
isn’t really me I’ve decided to live
to die of boredom in another thousand years
I’ve been living for tomorrow all my sorry life but living for the moment might be worth a try because I’m dying incrementally one fear at a time one day we’ll talk about immortality but today let’s talk about death and
why it’s stalking me
7 November 2023
methuselah
5 November 2023
road kill
it was hard to tell what it had been just a pool of blood and gore plastered to the side of the road another failed crossing? or perhaps a suicide? success or failure are often hard to divine is that my destiny? it seems pretty bleak that’s the stuff I’m made of animated flesh and bone spilled and spoiled all dreams and aspirations flattened by a truck
I’m stumbling from crisis to crisis with no clear outcome in sight but I’m not defined by my problems I rise against the wind and swim against the tide I rail against my fate I will not be denied through inertia or assuaged by momentary pleasures I refuse to be another sudden impact I want to leave something more than a stain in the road behind
4 November 2023
narcissus
I am my own religion
selfish cruel and beautiful
all who touch me wither and die
I’m the cat who got the cream
and I cut up nice when I’m nice but a little self love can be a dangerous
thing I bit too deep from forbidden
fruit my love is a burden to me
now love without theatre is a sad device you can sacrifice too much and have little else to give but love without sacrifice is simple
theft I stole with my tears I owe myself for misplaced trust
I’m too old now to care what others think my opinion is the only one I count no
one is ever as clever as they think they are but I’m always right except when I’m wrong and I turn up wrong more often than
not on a purely subjective level I’m a bonny liar I lie to myself night after night but I won’t be diluted or poisoned I won’t be validated by others I’m my own worst enemy and my own best friend I’m my alpha and omega in the forever amen
2 November 2023
icarus (grounded)
not all birds winter in the south some of us are flightless moribund and exhausted some of us are accidents car crash victims veterans of unhappy wars long since wounded and purple hearted they say having flown you’ll forever walk the street with your eyes on the sky for there you have been and long to return not to reap or sow but to soar without constraint beyond imagination
I have wounds hidden scars but
all my surfaces such as they
are present spotlessly clean at least to the naked eye but I’m filthy by decent human standards and my wings of wax drenched in lust fucked up and sorry have failed me in the hour of my disillusionment forever fixed in space in the moment of crashing I am leaden now and planted in the soil of my woeful discontent
27 October 2023
plastic gods
more than sometimes
during a powerful lunar phase
I get the spiritual impulse to
make my own bible and live by its
verses to blow my own trumpet till the walls come tumbling down I am alive and always changing the crown of creation adorns my brow I’m truly living the human experience the high of all highs the most holy of holies the
revelation of incarnation has lit me
up a beacon of truth in the fog of ignorance
I’m getting into the world
and everything in it riding the waves of existence through
the ever expanding now where everything ever imagined is real we create ourselves from that mosaic of fancy but we’ve evolved into plastic gods makers and breakers of private worlds each
is imperfectly cast in their own distorted image we are
the graven idols in the temples of babylon
the worship of self is the
religion of hubris and hubris precedes disgrace sure as the ebb and flow of every lunar phase
solipsist
it was written in the stars that we were doomed from day one life has called the tune and beckons us to dance the universe will unfold as we always knew it would no one can change the past we can’t even change the future I curry favours in the here and now planting seeds in adjacent lots I glimmed for a moment there and exercised the will to fancy myself something special at the centre of the whole enchilada but I was lonely in the universal and I wondered has our god deserted us? or were we always all alone?
26 October 2023
autumn leaves
buried under autumn leaves the shadows of summer feed the soil winter did not cheat them of life it laid them down in silent pastures to gift them rebirth in future days I am wounded now at least in spirit I don’t know how or why the winter has kissed my lips the cold has touched my heart but I still know how to love and I’ll be coming back so bury me in rotting leaves rest me now for future days just don’t lose my number lover wait for me
25 October 2023
sexual magnetism
I still taste you after all this time you have a hold on me I don’t seem to mind it was all about sex and sex is power we shared an energy sexual magnetism I don’t remember the question but sex was the answer you knew that of me you saw me coming from a long way off just another man who would never control you and I was hurt I was paralysed I felt helpless that’s not attractive in anyone’s eyes we are all sexual creatures and in a perfect world we could fuck without consequence but it’s not a perfect world you were flawed and so was I the passion seemed intense was it all in my mind? do you remember me fondly? or was I too unkind?
23 October 2023
sacred
the morning dawns cool and still and sings softly like distant hymnals sunday holds some sacred place in memory just as you are a sacred place right now you are the sabbath and the deepest truth of incarnation is that all life is sacred all days are holy and all people divine hold this sparkling jewel against a clear blue sky and it shines on six billion miracles touch the pulse of the living earth and become one with time and space you are the whole world an extract of the stars you can reclaim the sacred for your own live as if you were poetry this is your church eternal right here in your heart
19 October 2023
winterland
your nights are getting slender as darkness envelopes you better drag yourself together you’re stretched out pretty thin you feel so empty inside but what does that signify? there are years that beg the question days that reply in kind you’ve been loading up the blues better cut yourself some slack you’re only human after all you’re trading up again bigger problems for harder times you’ve weaponised your love but you feel no safer this is the winter of your soul and you’re tired and getting old but you can’t return home you’ve been left out in the cold
18 October 2023
heretic prophet
silence is the ultimate heresy – only silence speaks to the soul
there are no holy books
no sacred words of god but there
is knowledge and knowledge is power you are here to provide the universe with
meaning so says the heretic prophet and
he’s the one should know organised religion is a tool of
oppression so let your inner peace lighten that burden the mind has its own geometry and can make heaven of hell and hell of heaven your prayers are just a longing in your
soul but there’s no specific
combination will bend the world to
your will so become as nothing to feel everything better to have no words than speak falsehoods remember god has no religion and heaven is a state of being no words can take you there because the truth is inviolable and forever remains unspoken
15 October 2023
argus
there’s a killer in my bed murderer of sleep he will not take his rest until he has slain all my dreams my own worst enemy stalks between my sheets darkness softens the edges of the world the universe expands my mind dilates too the day begins at midnight and I begin with it maybe I sleep when I’m not looking but I am looking now and I can’t sleep for thinking how many times have I written these words? how many ships have I knowingly scuppered? my oasis of calm is becoming a nightmare but I wander on enslaved by the night hold me close now bring me some comfort kiss both my eyes send me some sleep out in the dark there are people drowning their stars burn too bright to bring them any peace I’m pounding out words as if they were lifeboats god save our souls we’re in this too deep