Hunting game

"Darling, lock the door,"
With unsaid dread
Behind the voice
It'll be like that, 'gain when
War fare's have their way
And etch the mem'ries chaos
Into sons of fearful heads
Of house
Full house the flush but rules
The royal head will speak again
The common blood will spill again
For no less'n's precious as that'ch you learn
On own skin lest your kin forget;
Your own sin, clumsy
Was to think
You'd eaten from the fruit
But no, you had to taste yerself

And spit
The bloody seeds that cut'nto yer flesh
So cries and wails will be our lot
Cos killing has become our game again.

Cob

Nature gives respite in countless ways

The rain keeps flowing down 'long arrayed reeds

In earth we placed our trust

In earth we fell to dust

Yes our thoughts had melted 

But the lives the house had sheltered

Lived on in walls of stone and cob

The loves the house had weathered from

The outside storm,

The lovely lime,

Had stood the test of time

Yet even the house will fall

This planet too will be like a blob

In the history of the universe

But something tells me

A record has been taken of that time

I reclined and took a sip of wine

In that house

And that moment, though vanished

Has in some sense been etched

For ever into the fabric of all

What then, in the end,

Will remain important in all of this,

Like clues in a detective story?

I don't know

But it will be there as evidence

Against me

And I hope someone convicts me

And that, in that liberating prison

I will be in the good company

Of people who could not believe

But who longed,

From the moment of birth

Less

This disease

this black veil of heavy fabric

weighing down though I know

gentle bliss is but an arm’s reach away;

but my arms won’t sway

something is missing

some piece of the puzzle

reflected in every raindrop;

nature, but a backdrop

to gods of artifice,

walls of nowhere

so ingeniously built;

so why loud noons of cities

should light the empty heart

of every citizen of the skyline;

while with every beat we welcome

the alien empire of machines

that dissociate and atomize

our very selves, broken into cells;

each to our own, each own

homogenized to nothing

to own nothing of themselves

to speak nothing of ourselves.

I see the light, but it says, "I am cold steel" 

"go and steal the nothing"

"go and feed from nothing"

"go, to nothing";

now I am become less than death

for life precedes death

but nothing precedes nothingness;

so I, will cut this fabric and look outside

and maybe I can join those

“some of you”

who look at the stars

Leighton's lost painting

By the light of the moon

I choose the hues to brush
On lost canvas;
No polls -- no door to door will stop
The sky to fall to bay to pier
The cold air leaves no space to veer
Wakes me up at night I
Walk to promenade
Two locals seek the stars and find the calm
They let myself be charmed

Half glass

Like a Hollywood feelgood flick:
You escaped, for now,

but the stakes just got higher;

Like an East Europe horror film:

You escaped, for now,

but the stakes just got higher.

Big Reveal

The wires been left open ended

Voltage signals showing floated

Trip to mars bars aprubtly ended

Brain bar one deliberated

Short fuse:

For a while, the thoughts had rushed

But, 'fore it all made sense: they stopped

A ruse.

Just one thought short of the goal

One goal short of the ball

Reuse.

One post short of them all

I could not decypher,

Could not make sense 

Of it all.

Maybe meditate.

Maybe wait.

[Wait!]

Maybe be quicker to take notes next time

Or trust revelation if important enough

Will bide its time while you write