At the Brim, in Candor

At Night in the Quiet 

there’s confusion cutting short

many things i wish to say

but there’s no one here

to lend an ear

so i’ll speak no words today

in the frequency of change

i will try to decide my mind

but when i lose the plot

and then cannot

i will not beg rewind

the mythical the proverbial

coming to

but with nothing as yet i agree

and however it goes

nobody knows

it will have to carry on without me

the fog of activity fades

and at night quiet i listen

but thought will concede

and i therefore believe

no answer shall ever be given

reality is a mirror

but it is not faced before my eyes

i’ve gone for a ride

around the outside
to author an oeuvre of lies 

Automotivated

a verminous cartel
does dare attack
to secure prosperity
in fields of black
as antique fairytales
stand defiant
the swede does pray
for a world of science
the grocer’s fluorescence
is always set
to help the suit
so blind forget
when it plucks the cans
from where they came
it’ll dump them out
all the same
a grave automated
automotive home
how many so many
one can own
a splendorous black
safety does guzzle
to keep human asleep
in its permanent muzzle

See Without Speaking 

oh sweetheart
won’t you let all of these contrivances be
can you not see
without speaking
yourself here drinking coffee with me
oh darling
won’t you let live this morning out
can we not shout within ourselves
all about
those overwhelming injustices
we’ve pouted together before
shall we more
rejoice in delight
in the quiet sight
of one another
oh my dear
it is quite alright
to let this worldly sphere gloss past
to lay so lacksidaisily
against the mossy rocks
in the overgrown grass
of all our lost
split second recollections
and last thoughts
detailing our intentions
oh sweetheart
let us not keep curtailing our attentions away
in scrupulous correction
this morning
let us say nothing
for our love shall deliver direction

In the Moment of Time

is it just me
or can we not see
the end that slowly draws near
our stories unfold
going quiet, untold
and with morals never quite clear
so
we wait for the days
when our lovers do say
lets drink and sleep through dawn
killing off time
believing its fine
that our lives can siren no song
i know that it is
rather hard to resist
believing we’ll last beyond
but it is harder to know
where life can go
when we accept that it cannot be gone
so
we wait for the days
when our lovers do say
lets drink and sleep through dawn
killing off time
believing its fine
that our lives can siren no song
is it just i
who then shall try
to secure peace in this moment
thinking of nowhere
neither joyous nor scared
but sedated by the love that shows it
well
i’ll wait for the days
when our lovers do say
let’s drink and then sleep through dawn
killing off time
believing its fine
that our lives can siren no song

Ode to Miss Mister Unromantic

with spite in every thought

i seem to move in fear

when only your tongue motions

can my mind bear to hear

and concentration recoils

can you intervene

medicinal words of Eros

put to my mind like cream

cure this pending danger

i imagine for myself

jeopardize my worry

with a cunning tending stealth

shaman of delivery

i am in anxious paralysis

can you now prescribe

your flush analysis

the exploit of my merit

is the burden of rejection

will you bring the needle

of your saintly acquiescence

perhaps now you can help

for only peril can i see

the potion of delusion

is now all that i can drink

i put forth to the airwaves

a signal for your attention

to rescue me from my hermitage

within this naïf dimension 

Morning in Petrichor

i want you
to lead me
through the speaking of language
so delicate and gentle
so peaceful and clear
so adorning and resolute
that the syllables escape from my conscience
in the haste
of fleeing tortured prisoners
our synchronous tones of subtle clarity
will be as theirs
emerging into the sharp light
of morning in petrichor
with these pronunciations
you and i shall liberate
undisturbed elations
arousing vibrations of freedom
and before these emanating frequencies climax
there is no room for hesitation
and our words will shock
and our phrases will stupefy
and our voices will neutralize the awkward paces
of life in uncertainty
at this stalling juncture
whilst your serene stare severs
my episode of insecure glancing
into reality
a new time and rhyme
our uttering shall puncture
the stuttering will rupture the moment
as far and as wide
as it hangs

Glory Radio

i will believe

that you are human

not moth

when you recite to me

the cost

of checking your phone

for nothing more

than its luminance

its true that

it is lovelier

the light of my eyes

though I cannot describe

why

with nothing but dark

lying behind

smile up to me

with something far more fantastic

than a desire to entertain

your plastic covered granite

feel free to fill my absence

with magnificent illustrations of love

as you have imagined 

Futures at Peace

on the eve

before one receives

an encounter with distant kin

one recollects quite precisely

what one has been

well

one has been one

who would give hugs to strangers

and pounds to the vagrants

sleeping in pavement mangers

quite so

one has been one

who has toured

the absurd dangers of the atlas

and been captured in psychedelic chambers of madness

one has been one

who in the sadness of imprisonment

would find gladness in the bewilderment of it all

oh yes for certain

one has been such

to have been tried and found guilty

for lazing around thoughts

of milky ways of life

one has been shackled

to taught tethered nausea

and blurred vision

one was brought before the exorcists of wisdom

and one did

after the concession of their disbelief

concede one’s own

one the eve

before one receives

and expresses an epic affection

one conceives rather imaginatively

of tidal waves of change

whose overwhelming shadows

pain the graves of one’s pain

and frame fantastic figures

of futures at peace

where all angers cease

and released are all suspicions

forever relieved

are the conditions of malevolence

the spiteful and the contemptuous impose 

Digital Me 

catch a glimpse
of digitally compressed me
when i’m in the drive
i’m bits of a celebrity
the tricks of this memory
hit like electricity
through gelatinous circuitry
when within some skull
i am perceived as real
in the shimmering
and as the glittering light
you may steal a feel
of my momentary virtuality
and comprise one strong duality
of explanation
for i am but something
only in your imaginations

Treatment

as appearing as
this spectricity
as grass upon the pavement
as endearing as
such eccentricities
they likely shall decay
as being our arrangements
our engagements with the entrance codes
and the gatekeeper creatures
goads and exhubertrances
its advances which turn us away in our attentions
our histories wither
as witness to
the quarries of campaign
for malfunction preventions
and law treatments
demanding justice
for this season’s
bloom of epidemia

Shocks Across Spacetime

if you close your eyes

i shall be erased

though from out of the darkness

will my pulse be traced

in perfect contours

as spectrums of neon noise

and if you chose me just right

your nervous system will shutter

from my gaze so poised upon you

but the sight shall display

for both of us the same

if we now press our lips again together

a shock shall freeze spacetime

and we’ll everlast forever 

Celebration

Can you come now to me?

showering confetti

making me think it’s a birthday

hoping not to forget you

and you’ll politely reassure

its simply a party

extracting all my worry

to replace with celebration

When you come close to me

pressing in gently

I’m absolutely frantic

tugging the floral lay around your neck

Your eyes grip all my caution

making me nauseous

your hips sway with the music

as I try not to pause

How close here you are to me

shining so brightly

the room becoming humid

dusty with commotion

We’re stapled to our senses

and slightly demented

ignoring arriving guests

insulting their impressions

Stay close always to me

departing slightly

when you dream of other suitors

on dance floor party dens

I promise not to be jealous

when I’m rotting inside

a stupefied numbskull drone

on the days that you left me alone

So now come close to me

its time to party

departing from all my worry

when I look into your eyes