Adeal

just unlike a movie

we grew bold and restless

cold and feckless

felled and feicless

held in becked esteem

faired fair for the team

leveraged and lean

empty posts and empty hosts

with sirens flying overhead

on islands falconed and marooned

offshore knights of national collaboration

public money for corroboration

(offloaded by barrows and

handcarts by the farmyard)

us and them — we both worked real hard

to destroy or uplift — you decide

News

Come, taste this

It's the Poi-Zone

And it turns You on

Watch as hills collapse

And the ground levels before you;

All this I give you, and more.

It's strangely sweet

You'll get used to it

It's strangely sour

It gives you power;

My son -- we're not done.

See him: it's him you have to kill,

Him, over the hill. He looks

Like your own kin, but really:

He's evil, he wants your blood.

Father against son,

What have we become

Come, light the fire of sacrifice

Nothing will suffice

I want to consume everything

And spit out like he spat me out

See how much it hurt

Now let it hurt you too

We're not done, you're my slave now

Bend before my will

And see you never reach that hill.

...

All poison has its antidote.

He will not have the last word.

Nor do I wish to speak it.

Let me be still and silent:

Come, you who are

Greater than all our fears,

Greater than I dare to hope:

Speak in wisdom,

Forgive me for missing the mark,

For allowing despair to reign, and

Make us love -- and laugh -- again.

And: let me be an instrument of your will

And let me reach you on top of the hill.

Fides et Proditio

Where State and Party combine

'Til you can't tell them apart

Soon or even sooner you

Will be party to a crime

Where the number to enquire

'Bout child welfare payments

Is same Paranoid Watch uses

To report who loses their mind

O'r peace marchers ever so kind

To pay a visit to pay for your visitor pass

Lest you should hold on to business

When taxmen take punitive interest

For it's men it's real street-legal men

Who place the blame who play the game

While infantiles: just run along

Who can be told: you got it wrong

Twas peace we wanted all along

While we cared for thugs who jump on

Graves of fathers pressing on

In war for turncoat hangers on

Forgive them, for they know exactly

What they do, for they need

Forgiveness more than I could ever

Give them for taking me for a fool

For making me a fool

For having once believed them.

Playground

Will you and I be friends?

We’ll eye to eye pretend

We’re monsters with a glow

Not men with fatal flaw

We’ll laugh and dance and cry

And wait for a reply

From universe immense

Then play we’re not alone

Pick star to guide us home