Insomniautomatic...

the new Buddha of this century

comes straight from the factory

modified and customised

from 1970 sci-fi scenes

hulas halos around his hips

a saucer on his head

a teacup in his lips

birds claw at tin roof dawn

swoop and swoon

A-frames become V-shaped tear aways

naked under my monday

wonder if today's the 'one day' you spoke of

maybe it was sunday, or another someday

sideburns frame cheek stones

I'm sorry mother

for nearly breaking your bones

my feet are waging war with the sheets

winters repeat

the world as a 12 pillar sphere

every rain drop - a lifetime

every moment - a lifeline

to everything known to the heavens

and not to earth

glimpses of virtues to Virgo

there to, goes stares thrown

like stars owed to the sky

oh the virgins of vertigo

look at the freedoms stolen by men

who don't dream!

I had to kill 2 birds with one stone

when I brought the shotgun home

this morning the hills are grandfather beards

We Are Oak...

it was a short memory, a seemingly minute occurrence in a seemingly infinite life

a something, a someone

that mentally recalled now is at best blurry

that taught me, that all that was young in me was now grown up

premature- like my birth

the blackwall parapet of universal secret wrapped up like blankets around my tiny body

truth was an ethereal spy glass    a microscope    eyes of a hawk

and although young as blonde and baby teeth

I learnt that what I am, is living

and all that I sense will one day be gone, because we die

I learnt that love and life is pain

to love and lose seemed wrong

it took decades of movies and books

of imaginary maps, puzzles and scenarios of the past

of days that I felt newborn

of anxiety and fears of sleeping

the obscenity of death lingering

in my marrow

of sequential burials

that never leave you even when you sweat

it took all these years to earn a lighthouse outpost

a tidal outlook

I see the sea and the sea sees all

I finally learnt that trees lose branches, they change shape

and like trees we are constantly changing

everything insignificant and everything significant

shaped, and continue to shape, my tree

our rebirth is everything lost, and everything gained

through which we grow

without both we cannot

Life = Nature = Murder = Nature = Life

Phosphorus Fetalaterrus...

when your chin points up in thought

she asks what is this sky you speak of

separating my heaven from my son

it wants to fall down synchronized for gold

like your smile all those childyears ago

if you think life is bad you'll be sorry son
"it's just that this world is mad" says your ma'
"everyone's got worries ain't no one got none"

all is not frozen eternal of our portrait in the hall

one day you'll have no family no more

she says the world is your creation

projection through present perception

you are a whale shark, a lions mane

the dark, insane

what you may be as bold to imagine

but this could also be a dream

prolonged life relies on your ability to sleep in

death is the result of an alarm clock

the cycle, the rotation

the fraction inside the equation

the earthquake of your mindstate

welcome to the inside of the light bulb

tame your bones while you're young, son

tame your stones you valley grave soil

blame the homes you cultured one

please dream of Pasadena bungalows

The Accident Exorcist...

[work in progress]

I

I was thrust into blinding pristine unimagined chaos

sound    colour    warm breast    clean death

dumblocked with lips sewn, everything is new

and there are giants, foreign creatures laying me down!

down on cold cotton in ironic glass coffin (cradle to the grave)

no warm Egyptian threading breeding readiness for gluttony

falling diamond tears sizzling crisp clear breathing

Kew window sills bathing new born babies
sound, excruciating

I fit snug in the clutches of my fathers hands
like a pebble from the beach or a grain of sand

no need to speak just yet no thoughts of life nor death
no ego devouring consciousness

Picasso observed with infant eyes imprinting stillness and movement in frames

my parents heads are made of squares and hair like flames

II

green flat forest crushed under knee and palm

I'm Goliath in Galena feel my wrath

the witches pointing fingers at my frail figure - splat

giddy up Sasha white armored stallion, it's time to go to battle

for chocolates, Grandma and Mr.Aruba's lolly jar

to win the war of innocent eternity

King of cardboard castle higher than backdeck tree skeleton arms

in leafy outreach 60 feet, ruling land with iron fist

a sorcerer scepter petrified serpent from Africa

parting earthly crusted doors with minor universal disturbance

releasing quaking steaming secret sovereign silent armies
in the orange glow of the armory furnace

workers slaving steel on anvils for shields and swords

that keep death at arms reach, for King to reign in peace
(not then would it have been conceived that doom was to come to the dynasty so soon)

III

I've been left wishing I could steal fathers forgotten over 23 years
folded and carried in my pockets as notebooks
bleeding ink seeping through pant seams and skin into blood stream fueling the guilt

the crushing regret    the loss    the preventable (the maybe)    the insanity

- o despair
distressed and stretched

like wishbones under marble Davids

the steel globe overlooking Dili on the back of an ant

Monday Mumblings...

I miss soft thighs and hip bones

the kind of lips that sink ships

the late night saliva exchange

with only tongues to guide us

Making love won't last as long as the war
Love is dying
Romance is the veil
Environment is the prelude
I'm already in the middle