nothing behind eyes
this guy tonight
another chef
all slobber and one liners
nothing behind eyes
that pulled me no deeper
attention span of a potato
yakking on about the cool
rock n roll lifestyle
of being a chef
on TV
cult of personality
all tatts and foam
hay smoking meat
culinary wanking
he seemed fermented
spoilt
limited use by date
lethal as salmonella
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flickering lamp on the pass
adrenalin kicks through skins
with antisocial leanings,
the ones with high pain thresholds,
share the sharp implements,
make plans with psychopaths,
and hope for the ins and outs,
of an open mouth.
I break the aspic mold.
let me train you, well, it is my forte,
a softly softly approach and heavy
hand of salt,
and butter
and love…
…my custard never curdles.
let’s start lusts’ first lesson –
food, smells, fear,
and will react in its uncertainty.
glad I don’t bite?
well…we only just met,
you’re taken with my word fall?
s l u r p…
most days I just get blank looks,
might as well talk to the cat.
great, we share an empathy,
both glimpsed the crushing dull,
I can taste the bile still,
chased by the spreadsheets,
spider web of coloured silk,
they follow me all day,
point and recite
till my eyes glaze over,
and my tongue expands.
chef’s pockets full of words,
even maintenance requests
can’t escape my flowers,
flickering lamp on the pass.
reins firm release once they
bury you sad masochists,
bust a blister’s weep,
revealed a cower
cornered deer,
in the headlights,
wave a hand in front
of wide blank stares,
anybody in there?
catatonic defense,
mechanised a mind fried
as tickets cascade, just
sit them in the corner
and dance like fucking shiva
in a thunderstorm.
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play my favourite song tonight
governments placate us
revolution needs us
finish the job
no stalemate
evil over good
indiscriminant and fierce
loss of faith
my time has passed
purge my fear
play my favourite song tonight
what assumptions
what’s about to happen
will I meet your expectations
or will I meet a fist
play my part
occupy space
movement and argument
fuel my motivation
give me the real thing
Imagination
cultural repression
impossible dreaming
euphoric mutterings
tired less than men
theory and tactics
a dangerous mix.
skin
all senses erased
she lay splayed,
arms branched,
his rough bark loud.
Green veins, pointed tips,
she blinked blind, leafed through
his fingers pressed.
No sound, but blood’s rush,
those black eyes eyed
moves unexpected.
Strangers hands
held her knees
parted velvet sighs.
then slid
down the iron & wood
under a wet oculus
we are a holding pen
of thoughts
of visions
dreams encased in skulls
knocking blood and bone
waiting
lifelessness supressed
spurred by freedom’s
emptiness
ancient and bleached gods
meek in their stone
stare broken
colourless
under a wet oculus
burnt light rays
spectrum fleets
across the face
of happiness
the softest feather
inside beams
spiders fall from ceilings
change
a gate opens
we look through ivy
perfectly placed
pretty things
in drawers
hid behind
realism
the world he inhabits
is the world
we all need to see
open mouthed
into a mirror
staring back at me
summer’s ghost
the softest feather
trapped in wet silk
bows in a blue dream
we cracked dragon eggs
laughed into the depths of our cups
shared a drink
from a busted hose
hot plastic burnt our lips
as we sipped
dancing horizontal
on thick cooch
bitten by owners of the grass
moonlit disturbia
bats umbrella
the figs and pines
your eyes reflect the craters
I swallow your name
one letter at a time
see the milky way
I am and I am in it
caught up
swollen
dwarfed by it all
inhaling
magellenic dust
cloud me and you
eyes naked
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The Drop of Blood of a Bard
If at midnight, in a pure circle, with chickens blood spread around
The Drop of Blood of a Bard is dropped
A youth is brought and has it’s face touched
And is spinned thirteen times
They will become a poet.
Thanks for the follow. Your poetry ignites me. I have followed you back and look forward to reading more of your work.
Thanks Louise, don’t think I’ve ever ignited anyone before so I am very thrilled about that 🙂 I’ll see you over at your blog also. All the best