Haiku #402

Wind spills scented air

Yesterday held wave cascades

Beware too clear dreams

Haiku #401

Some clay lacks spirit 

Some forms call out for shaping 

Will reads the World's rules 

Haiku #400

I sketched a leaf once 

Green turns brown and thus to dust 

But China weeps not 

Haiku #399

I have what I need 

I know why I need these things 

I know why I'll flee

Haiku #398

Be the subjective

Stand humans, grin and object 

'Else all's naught to null

Haiku #397

Magpie, twisted wing

Choices limited by facts 

Boot-heel crushes head

Haiku #396

Let the past decay

Fear not facts that you don't know 

Answers can confuse 

Prelude to Seeing A GP

Good afternoon, medical practitioner! Before we begin would you mind if I laid out some parameters, rough guidelines, for our conversation? No? Great! I'm going to keep this simple. During our chat where would you like to set the honesty level? Yes, all but one point applies to both of us. 

Imagine a knob, like an incremental volume knob except this sets the degree of honesty that we both try to adhere to as we talk. There's certainly some subjectivity involved so don't feel nailed down. The knob has 10 steps each of which aligns to a percentage of truth in what we say. 1 would be like trading stories from Mother Goose while 10 would be like a no holds barred seriously pious Catholic confession. Space the numbers in between as evenly spread out as you see as fairly reasonable. The content and tone of our back and forth will over a space of time settle into a functional scale.

As I trust you remember, at the beginning I said that there was one more level just for you. Only I can turn it to 11, like a Motörhead amp. That act will only occur if you become close minded, arrogant, hostile and/or incredulous OR obviously incompetent. In such an eventuality I will turn the control knob to 11, setting a sequence of events into motion. First, Motörhead's "Dancing On Your Grave" will blast out of the not-so- innocent-now device (which until now has just looked like a bakelite box with a power switch, a 1 to 11 meter and the aforementioned knob. Then, due to your absolutely and unforgivably vicious behaviour, you shall receive a blow across your mouth with a baseball bat which will propel the shattered remnants of your choppers down the tubes in your throat with the vast majority of the detritus finally settling in your appendix (after their twisty turny journey that's just where it all goes and nobody really knows why.…)

Do try to not think about gloomy stuff like Republicans, Teflon flaking off of pans, the threat of the return of corduroy and faux velvet pants, having your car radio get stuck on a 24/7 channel that talks you through randomly chosen surgical procedures. And all of that time you are stuck in your car in a traffic jam beneath a bridge that's blocking all of YOUR fave channels and ratcheting up your tension and anxiety to record levels that no one will ever know. Ever think about subways much?

Haiku #395

Sliver, sliver, slice

Teach your sight to see at night 

Transcend jerky thoughts

Irony Writ Large

The U.S. Department of War existed from 1789 until August 10th 1949, on which date it was renamed the Department of Defence. Rather ironic that the Department of Defence has only engaged in offensive war. There has never been a serious reason to defend the continental USA.

Feeling and Learning

It is easier to take in information about a subject if you really don't care about it one way or another. If you don't care about a particular subject, if you are not emotionally invested in it, you are less likely to have firm opinions already deeply implanted about it and you will definitely have less of an inclination to defend what you know at any particular point in time. It takes a zealot to furiously defend, and argue in favour of, what they were originally taught about any given subject. "Not caring" is simply taking the emotion out of your relationship with your beliefs. The last thing you want when you're learning something new is an epiphany.

Haiku #394

Feel the moon, the howl 

An anvil in the alley 

Sparks turn flesh to fire 

Crouch

Trust not the mouldy men 

Sewer crawlers to the last 

Fetid foam floats past boots 

The rushing steaming stream 

Presents your ocular organ 

With sights no eye should see 

Feel the weakness in your knees 

Quivering at first before 

Morphing into spasms wild

The glottal gurgle will have 

Its say until your nerves shut 

Down the way….

(Did you remember to tell at least one person where you were going today? And for how long?)

(Soon you'll wish that you had.…)

Haiku #393

Ghostly horizon 

Spirit ships sail waves of air 

Salt bathes all frail hearts 

Haiku #392

Reincarnation 

Lost in assumptions of grey

Living life backwards 

Haiku #391

Sleep is the hunter 

Seek your peace beneath shadows 

Strive for a kind mind 

Haiku #390

Which switch brought the witch?

Scrying eyes see paradise 

Down falls cleansing rain 

Haiku #389

A deaf ignition 

Seven leaves in seven days 

The future drips dry 

Haiku #388

Paid, laid, flayed, X-rayed

Encounter with the weird kind 

An auto-da-fé 

Haiku #387

Skin stroked like lotion 

Cold enamel chills the soul 

Ever dismantled 

Haiku #386

Cast your iron hot 

Or fling it far with your fears

And dark heart desires 

Haiku #385

Sloppy bees still are 

Too slick slopes sacrifice pain 

Each dawn day ignites 

Sin

I ran into a holy cow 

While driving in my truck.

Right there and then 

I did exclame, "shit!" and 

"What the fuck??" 

Then I did all I could do:

I ran it over once again 

To make sure it was dead.

Then I bought booze enough,

Enough to guarantee,

That I would surely lose

My head along with that 

Of some unsuspecting 

Empathic friend I'd

Chosen to drag down 

With me.…

Imaginary Sanctuary

DefCon 1) Maybe some of you can still run.

DefCon 2) Gather your kit and water, too.

DefCon 3) Now it's down to you and me. 

DefCon 4) Crisp skin the winds waft aft & fore.

DefCon 5) This cinder,"Earth," the rock itself, 

                   humans cannot vaporise but, of all 

                   that once did thrive upon it, we'll 

                   leave not a single cell alive.…

Haiku #384

Beware ways o'er clean

Clever devils guide distress

'Cept in gladden fields 

Life At Bedtime.…

D'you know that warm, relaxed feeling you get when you go to bed tired but not exhausted? A kind of lucid falling asleep? Nothing on your schedule for the next day? Give yourself boundless permission to feel good.…in this pillowed softness amidst fragrant mists… Morning is welcome to be as late as it pleases. And who really needs morning anyway…?

Haiku #383

Walk wet shifting shores

One foot sunk in entropy 

The sea's swells betray 

Balance

You hate me 

I hate you 

In perfect balance 

Are we two 

With nothing that 

We have to do...

A relationship most

Perfect, ideal, and relaxed 

Lay back, end tension 

(I promise you won't 

feel the axe…)

We Fade Away

There are deaths that never 

Seem to die

Shadows that need no light 

Peace that demands 

A fight to arrive 

You ache to live yet 

You'll never survive…

Prisms of seeming Being

Do you ever experience frustration? Has the thought that you might relieve that sense of frustration by engaging in a totally random and meaningless yet intentional act of violence? Have you ever considered yourself to be a singularity surrounded by masses of claymation approximations of the humans you were introduced to at the time of your birth?

Eligere Verum

Those sitting on the SCOTUS

Have morals that are bogus.

Lusting ever for more power,

Growing fat on all who cower.…

Grammarian Thought

Crows come in murders 

When collectivised by a noun 

Nouns, when collectivised

Are communist components

Of classless and free

Speech so,

Should homicide happen 

Should it happen out of doors 

Then crows will surely show 

For crows also come with 

Murders 

As all assassins know.

Face It

If you believe in love 

If you believe in hope 

You believe in myths 

No different from a

Belief in ghosts

Undead Prime

What can an ending mean for you 

When there's nothing you've yet begun?

How can you sense the cold 

Creep of nightfalls 

When you have never seen the sun?

"The limits that you most dextrously use 

To stay within the bindings

Lesser wraiths would have easily loosed..."

They are charming to we apart 

Who merely look upon them but,

Cause terror in those who understand...

Those lace bracelets, spell-wrapped,

Snug 'round your wrists and hands 

Await your waking of the Overwill

To project the Fear

That first cruelly maddens

And then assumes command...

(For Scary, with respectful affection)

Autodidact

I think that I am learning 

Acquiring some discipline 

Because my mind is open now 

Some thoughts can get in 

That doesn't mean I'm about 

To open my mouth

And let them out 

Dark Art

Within live paintings that 

Painters will never paint 

Poets know words that 

Must never be read 

Putting it out 

All on the table,

If the weather is right,

Can prove to be fatal 

Jaded Days

The way one grim issue follows the next,

Leaves me to believe that I'm 

Still under some wizard's hex or 

Maybe it's that same band of bitches

And I'm still cursed by trollish witches...

Twisted History

In all of the reading that I have done on the Great Depression, I've yet to find any proof of the government's fabled great Prozac Production Push or the New Deal's National Valium Distribution plan. Where's the missing history? The Alprazolam Emergency Plan, etc?

Political Op-ed (2/23)

Republicans are not fitting well into their jobs as Representatives. They'd be better off with a change of venue and trade their House seats for places in cans of luncheon meat. The IQ needed there even GOP should reach.

Holy War

If you find that God has become 

Your active adversary, there's not 

Much that you can do except 

Keep your chin up, buddy, since 

Your chances of being victorious 

Well, there simply aren't any...

Explanation not Excuse

I write verse that others would 

Not allow to even be 

Of facts about how life begins and 

Ends, of desire too terrifying for 

Most of the sane to even comprehend 

But I create none of it, I but observe 

And write about as clearly as I can 

Because wilful ignorance is worse 

Than anything in this world that 

You may see but perhaps not 

Immediately understand

And that's about you and not me 

Death Delivered Reluctantly

Death Delivered Reluctantly 

If people would just behave 

More courteously

Have aneurysms or heart attacks 

Save me the sweat that needs be 

Spent using hatchets or cutlery 

It's not as if they'd be immortal 

If they'd never encountered me 

Or others of my kind who only wish 

To free their souls from gross bodies 

Of meat and gristle that'll only turn 

To mould and worse, food for worms 

When wouldn't they rather be recalled 

By those who loved them while 

They were vital and walked the Earth in 

Search of beauty and of all 

That life is worth...?

The End of Ends

I'm so filled with fury and with hate

That I want to eliminate this world 

To watch it burn into toxic ash

Poison gas and the glowing remains 

Of cosmic collisions and a rain 

Of radioactive piss, the most fitting 

Salute to what was doomed from the start 

Once evolution brought to life 

Pure pride and greed, the lust for which 

Nothing mortal could ever satiate 

That only an exploding star could 

Purify and hope to clean and erase 

The stain of from the sterility that is 

At the heart of silent space...

The Human Dream

The best to hope for 

From the future is

Quick and painless death

To prevent our blocking of 

The progress of all 

The other life on Earth 

To which humanity is of

Less than zero worth

Death, Take 1

People use language but many are not consciously aware of what they are actually saying. Ignore the sounds of the dying and say, "Oh, I know what he means!" What are you? Some god? It's just a fluke if you're right.

You may just have stolen the last meaning that he gave away...

Death, Take 2

I don't care if you are encircled, heated, spiritually protected by nine generations of family, or the beacon shining from your heart has pulled your friends near to thee.

Were you the central bone of a 

Thriving, packed, human mass

You'll still die all alone.

Ukraine & Russia: Fight Yesterday Today

Race/social memory is self-perpetuating and if the recollection of Stalingrad can be rekindled by the Russian leaders, the outcome of the conflict will never be certain. Both politicians and pundits often toss about the phrase "hearts and minds," like a magic spell that will give birth to victory. They fail to understand the people. Minds can come up with the plans but it's the hearts that carry satchel charges that will be stuck to tank's bases, hearts who are the water in the tsunami of the human wave and whose final shot is fired from the grave. 

The technically advanced Western power makes an error if they forget the power of dead grandfathers who gave their lives and more to annihilate the Germans at Stalingrad. Russian conscripts may be untried and poorly equipped but they have a supply train of history that is fuelled by pride. The Russian soldiers do not fight for Putin, they struggle on for the the honour of dead family, of whom they have many millions, for the glory of a history without end that has now fallen 'pon hard times like many times before. Western tech is powerful and frightening but, is it strong enough to crush and eliminate this enemy's history, its pride and its will to live? Napoleon thought so and where is his Empire now? Germans, Swedish, Islamic armies and others, today enrich the black soil from which comes the blackest bread that feeds the subjects of German genocide alongside plagues and famines, all of the ways in which the Russian people never died.

Dramatis Personæ

None 

Empty stage 

Silence 

Silence 

Silence 

Journal Entry, Never Read

I'm lost on a lake 

All alone 

I know how to paddle 

But not how to row

The Monster Reimagined

If you believe that you and your body are now mature and have nowhere to grow, could you please explain why I should leave you still breathing when you lack a spirit you will never own...

Aiming Vaguely

Efforts to cause meaningless phrases

Lets language daily escape 

That's empty of corpus or spirit 

While the imprisoned with prejudice 

In subtle ingenious ways 

Routinely engage in incest

Using foreign names and alien parts 

Comprehension

Death is but a photograph of a 

future that you have yet to meet. 

Just wait, you will see that 

you occupy the same negative 

space in which your absence 

will be placed 

Horticulture

The obvious life 

A liver mill

Organs swim unnoticed 

Paddle by paddles 

That steal the power of 

Passing wheels

Aiming Vaguely

Efforts to cause meaningless phrases

Lets language daily escape 

That's empty of corpus or spirit 

While the imprisoned with prejudice 

In subtle ingenious ways 

Routinely engage in incest

Using foreign names and alien parts 

Competition

To win the race, to be the first past the gate, loses its charm if the slugs you did defeat make you the centrepiece of their extravagant victor's feast.

Humanity

We're committing genocide of the Earth's biosphere 

While we are still living here 

That should spark the realisation

We are not Earth's finest creation

Life that experienced the same 

Sea-to-land transition 

Is led by its most toxic expression 

Nazi Party

Ever been to a Nazi party?

The best of drink,

The finest food, 

Teutonic music,

Waving flags to 

Set the festive mood.

A larger dance floor 

Than 54’s but lie unseen 

The lasers, strobes and fog

Machines that help 

Hide our debaucheries, 

At a price and all for free.

Intoxication for the nation,

Everybody’s expectation… 

Power so nigh keeps you high

While you slip from lip to thigh.

Another glass of nepenthe, dear?

Perhaps display your über rear?

If we should ever settle here,

In heaven lit by jackboots’ gleam,

Leather starved for your wet scream,

‘Til tingling toys awake your skin,

Both what is seen and that within.

Enter now our custom dream…

Guests engorge, indulge their fancies.

See? There’s Goebbels in his wife’s panties.

We’re here to satisfy, we are the reason why 

You came here free, of your own will

But moonlight forges bonds of steel. 

Now, sunk in our philosophy 

Your soul is ours, feel our power,

Possessed flesh is all you’ll see.

We’re so glad you obeyed 

Our desire’s invitation,

For forever now you’ll 

Ever help to swell 

Our population.…

Homeless and Bored

What’s up, old cardboard box?

We’ve done another day 

It look like tonight gonna get real dark 

Where in Hell we gonna gets us a’tarp?

Sometime old coats you can gets free 

From one or ‘nother those Societys 

But boots, fuck, they’re a bitch

Still, can’t do dick ‘bout it now 

Stop thinkin’ them boots, just stop thinkin

We should be damn good ‘til

We do those next break-ins

So say, paper palace, let’s just 

Get down to the drinkin!

NyQuil, NyQuil, friend and energy 

Take this dark and cold away from me 

NyQuil, NyQuil, trusted remedy

Shut my brain and set me free 

NyQuil, NyQuil, heroin of the poor 

Gots nuthin better but you’ll do for sure 

NyQuil, NyQuil, you comfort us poor

Cause us poor fuckers need smack too

At least we got green heaven 

In cheap bottles made for one 

If you can score it, NyQuil and gin

Taken together, make strong medicine 

Green heaven and gin will knock you down 

Until grey morning rings another round 

Dark Wanders

It’s the same with all you lose 

Every room gets dusty 

Every place gets dark 

Except the bushes in the park 

Lit up by the night 

And necessity,

My last escape from what used to be

Adipose Overdose

Now I’m wondering if I’m suffering that killer plague of fear that’s our loudest alarm. Soon some John Doe will be eaten, what remains mutated by cosmic force we don’t understand until it’s the biggest piece of furniture 

or anything in the office: the mass of a desk, computer, a whole IT station couldn’t compete with such a mountain of meat which is still expanding. Exponentially.

In order to avoid a less gruesome fate, nuclear 

weapons are the one sure cure.

An ICBM won’t simply scratch it,

Adipose will vanish, disintegrated. 

With no more war, nothing to fight, 

We’ll only have added a novel new shade 

To our great Northern Lights. Won’t that be rad?

Cool?

Hot?

Great?

The Final Footnote

The high somatic and psychic demands of creativity make of it a pathogen. 

Use at your own peril.

Chronic Insomniac Habits

Chronic Insomniac Habits 

1. You don’t sleep. 

2. You don’t sleep. 

3. You don’t sleep. 

4. You begin to talk to yourself and yell abuse at inanimate objects while you are awake anyway. 

5. You wonder if you’d eaten that month. 

6. You see the shadows of cats out of the corners of their eyes. 

7. Sleep has become a forgotten concept much like the medicinal uses of mummy dust. 

8. You stop talking to yourself and begin holding complete Socratic dialogues instead.

9. You receive a Holy Vision that temporarily revitalises your brain. 

10. You go through the phone book for the wrong city calling possible meth dealers based on the numerological values of their names. 

11. Luck bites and you freakishly happen to score. 

12. Or, your luck sucks, you bite off your fingers and try to dry and smoke the bones.

13. You die of creeping gangrene, are buried but you still can’t sleep, so you begin a long conversation with Jimmy Hoffa, who can’t sleep either. 

So It Is

The years fly by, people die, 

Some day so will I

While hope is but one of 

The pies in the suffering sky.

Creative Writing

“Creative writing.” What the fuck does that even mean? You can argue about degrees if you like but, whether you’re writing a sonnet or a user’s manual for a lawnmower, without creativity the job ain’t getting done.

Free Will

What’s free will? Free will’s the ability to do things to your body & mind that can cause irreparable harm simply because you choose to for the fun of it.

Client

I do recall one who 

Was wrapped and strapped 

In leather boots 

But dissipated all her heat

In a look all too actress sweet

A few bills got her to the street 

To try again with her charms petite 

Random thought…

The odd thing is that death can become strangely attractive, if you stare at it long enough. Oh, not the dying part, the final result. How else do you explain funeral directors?

Images

Death is the perfection of a life 

Death is its final form 

After all of the changes 

After all the rearrangements 

Comes the silence of immobility 

The entrance to eternity 

Statement of Fact

My brain is an artwork. I’m just not responsible for it. 

That’s How It Is

Death is a dream but do not expect to understand it. 

If you already understand life then you are already half way dead.