Reset.

Pencil Down

peripheral glances
catch unfocused
shoulder leaning
looking down
spin around
blink twice
smirking over
hair whip
coffee sip
soldiering on
over paper
scribble scribble
see you
sometime later
pencil down
books closed
bag flung
over shoulder
folded sheet
set down
run

The Modern Purchase

careful
your shoes may be tracking mud
from expressive open spaces
and you should know
the earth is not allowed
in our modern marketplaces
and we should remind you
not to dare to speak
for modern time is tense
if everyone was encouraged
to say what was on their mind
modern world would make no sense
while you’re here
we hope you can appreciate
why our members overdress
if they all loved their bodies
the modern purchase would be less
don’t wait to imagine
your comfy modern life
modern little privileges
come with awful modern strife
modern modern modern
isn’t it all so bloody great
we’re all so bloody modern
so who needs love and hate
or anything

can you taste
the splendid aroma
that fills the air around us
one does waste
good time unhappy
reviewing the information around us
we can pretend
but we cannot spend
the energy
solving the problems around us
we always assume
but we cannot resume
the life we see around us
can you see
the excellent idea
that fills the air around us
one does see
a world resigned
in allusion of the temptations around us
we may pretend
but we will not spend
a penny producing the good around us
we seem to presume
our lives can resume
a state of nature around us

i want to step in
with a stone calm
and an enveloping confidence
look her in the eyes
i want to persuade her
to sleep all tomorrow evening
so she’ll meet me
wide awake at midnight
i want to spend the time
exploring with her
this city
and i want that
throughout our morning shifts
and behind our weary
watery eyes
we’ll wonder only of each other
anticipating another midnight rendezvous
i want to collapse
into sleep
after she
wrapped with me
in love
departs into dreaming
and i want to step
into her fantasies
with a stoned calm
and an enveloping confidence

i will not hesitate to remark

indeed

the world does not need another

successful caucasian male

and thus 

what i

as a caucasian male 

should want from adult life

in human civilisation

is not to be in charge

or married

to have private domestic cinemas

with corn based snacks wrapped in

petrochemicals 

oh no

no instant ice makers 

three point one milliliter engines

shopping plazas

gourmet restaurants

what would i 

as an adult caucasian male

possibly desire

beyond the limited trivial satisfactions

of convenience

there is no one watching you

you are, in fate, alone

but no one anticipated this 

no one could comprehend

only from a multitude 

could so many messages be sent

your questions are rhetorical

neither right nor wrong

singing on the ancient

traveler’s song 

move along, move along

sweet being be gone ahead

find another resting place

for your sacred head

and rhyme not another

not instead

of those anxious desperate lyrics 

for wonder, hope and faith

none can ever result

in the ancient myth

you are, in fact

fate

alone

Cafe

in the cafe

there's a poet staring blankly

into a sheet

and next to her

there's a baby in a stroller

deep into sleep

and across from them

in the cafe

there's a very fat man

he's holding the hand

of a very tiny man

who is staring blankly

into an unfolded newspaper

and peeking over

to the bum of the barista

serving a couple from china

in the cafe

sits an empty napkin tub

and a frantic teenage toddler

giving everyone's patience

a further tug

there's entering now

two women in very short shorts

scanning their vacuous eyes

across the cafe

spotting the baby

deep into sleep

beside the poet still staring blankly

into a sheet

in the cafe

Oneself Exempt

see through life

to gawk at its cistern

plowing to level out

the wretchedness

to grapple abilities to discern

and make oneself exempt

seeing through right and left

an exceptional attempt

of redemption

sticking out one’s neck

and make oneself connect

with the sight of life

and through it the purity

the wholesomeness

the clarity of the complexion

one’s stranded self discovered going

another preposterous direction

see through life

and redeem oneself

from one’s only exception

existentially no longer an exemption 

i have the shakes
when creative wakes
and shapes
the meaning of life
a serendipitous right of being
which states
the fates
of individuals
streaming concepts into existence
i am frightfully manic
when inventive panic
inspires titanic dreams
of the meaning of life
and imaginative centre of activity
within the brain’s proclivity
to design
proximity and cause

The Guardenvelopes Observed

colored leaves
mosaic trees
splintered light
and i am watching
keep me talking
about the sight
of
bashful skies
white little lies
tainted flowers
of
canary towers
that i am watching
and will keep talking
for when the walking
suddenly ceases
bending creases
on my chalkboard chalking
tempered teaching
gateway breaching
of guard envelopes stalking
my good godly green
colored leaves
mosaic trees
what a sight
that i am watching

give me a smile

we both know is fake

we’ll blow out one candle

on our son’s little cake

for this moment

we both put on happy

we’ll cut into a dinosaur

as a boy giggles in his nappy

one more time

we have arms that embrace

we’ll watch as our baby

wipes icing on his face

focus your attention

we both stay right here

we’ll be lovers forgiving

and forgotten next year 

Tomorrow

if we can go

no one will know
and nothing will show our direction

there shall be no intention to follow

when we can see

what we will be

we should flee our current destination

and we shall forget our inclination for sorrow

for tomorrow is our chance

to endeavor elsewhere

no schedule displays
from our usual network
and we will find

that there is no one to care

let us sleep together

in this old bleak
'whether or not we should survive'

we shall certainly feel more alive

tomorrow