Wednesday, December 24, 2003

If I were a famous battle, is it certain that I would win?
I suppose you
Were steeped in
The 'somebody else'
And law-breaking
Is just another way out
But the icy-shoulder-grip
Of police-inscribed justice
Is easily avoided
If you would only be
Once again, yourself.

Friday, December 19, 2003

Accessorise and polymerise
The input culture breathes,
Demands acceptance
Not impotent pirouetting
Through half-baked excuses.

Samurai Jack is a fantabulous cartoon, only I am not certain that it still screens.

I seen the days
When shadows cling
To your windows
And I wait
But you don't come
Out to play
With the other kids.
Freaky bunny,
You are afraid
The other kids
Will treat you funny
But no-one's laughing
At the shadows clinging
To your windows.
Doing weird dances
Half-glimpsed
And unheard
They won't come near.

I seen the nights
When lights shine
Through till morning
And sobbing
Seems to last a lifetime.
Echoes down the street.
Waking the neighbors
Or their dog
To howl a dirge for you.
Can't you see?
I know I can't bear,
When the curtains
Ripple in unfelt winds
And I am just waiting here
For signs of life in the light,
In the night.

Rubbish day
It seems you never
Have any at all
For them
And the other kids
The laugh and say
You eat it all
But that's not possible
And it's not funny
But they laugh anyway
Better than the shadows
That stare through walls
And sheets
Bringing goosebumps
And icy-quick heaves.

Flickering candles
Knowitall uncles
Claim you don't belong
Say they'll say so
Never seem to though,
But it's funny
Cause they drink
And they curse
But they shiver
When the shadows dance
And the curtains
Whisper hidden breezes.
"Haunted" they says
"Knock-it-down"
But they wont.

The shadows
Have a life of their own
And sometimes I wonder
When the day is bright
And the air is warm
If they are you
And you are dancing
To a silent tune
And you laugh at us
All afraid of you.
Tutlenecks tucked in bed
Smile daintily At the
Smelly santa
Clambering through the window
Sack and all
Exits soon after
In a whirl of haste.
Must be behind on christmas work.
Dark pasts on dark horisons
Scan through pages of text
Seeking to find an answer
Where none can lie
Trust is a milkshake
Splattered on the wall
Rotting in the noon-day-sun
Banana-turned stench
When truths are revealed
And the lines have been moved.

Sunday, December 14, 2003

For some reason I don't think the other post went through, so I whill try again:

Purple People Eater

Drink deep
From a clean glass
It's made
From the cleanest
Fine china
And wonderful times
Can be found
If you but search
Through the aisles.
At half-price
With a free steak knife.
Pre-bloodied.

Driving someone else's
Porcelain bus
On the morning after
With shadows prowling
Noisily through the curtains
Echoed laughter
Through marble halls
To avalanche in your brain.
You should have bought
A spare last time
You were here
Wouldn't be a problem

But you must play the cost
Bundled, beaten up
Thrown to the dogs
And we will devour you
So have fun, shop well
Thankyou,
Come again.

Friday, December 12, 2003

Purple People Eater

Drink deep
From a clean glass
It's made
From the cleanest
Fine china
And wonderful times
Can be found
If you but search
Through the aisles.
At half-price
With a free steak knife.
Pre-bloodied.

Driving someone else's
Porcelain bus
On the morning after
With shadows prowling
Noisily through the curtains
Echoed laughter
Through marble halls
To avalanche in your brain.
You should have bought
A spare last time
You were here
Wouldn't be a problem

But you must play the cost
Bundled, beaten up
Thrown to the dogs
And we will devour you
So have fun, shop well
Thankyou,
Come again.

Sunday, December 07, 2003

Highbeams

I'm running for cover
Hidden and under
The stars of the heavens
To guide my way
And shadows leach past
In a fiery blast
Rendering flight futile.

Ducking for cover
Beneath a mountainous boulder
But it's no use, no use.

Cause I'm caught in your highbeams
Tearing up the nightscreen
The tapestry I've woven
All thoughts that I had
Have been flushed down the toilet
In the lingering blaze of light

Silhouetted in darkness
With a harrowing starkness
The stars in the heavens
Are bleeding away
From unblinking eyes
And infinate brightness
Unfeeling and uncaring

Building a home
A man on his own
And it's no use, no use.

Cause I'm caught in your highbeams
Tearing up the nightscreen
The tapestry I've woven
All thoughts that I had
Have been flushed down the toilet
In the lingering blaze of light

I'm crying for mercy
Battered and bleeding
Run to exhaustion
Dead on my feet
The fire that sears
Forces to remember
All that could not be left behind.

And its no use, no use.

Cause I'm caught in your highbeams
Trapped in an awake dream
A figment of nightmare
That won't be willed away
Spearing away through the night
In the lingering blaze of light.

Wednesday, December 03, 2003

The rain fell like glass
On the slick granite
And the hike seems forever
Through the icy midnight
The grim slanting shrubs
Claw at passing feet
With scrabbling claws
The gentle breeze
The rain slants
And the earth reaches higher
In the obscurred horisons
Craving for a fire
The wandering minds
Lost focus to the cold
Leg on leg on leg
Continues the endless chant
Sense an opportunity for a laugh
Snatched away by chill air
And a cloud of shiverring breath
Time to break again here.
Sweating ferocious
Despite the new whistling rain
Slapping at the skin
Vying for a patch of warmpth
Stolen hours ago
And then summoning strength
For a resumption
Onwards and upwards
In the thinning, seething atmosphere