Friday, March 18, 2005

Madman's deadman

There’s a dead guy in my wallet

Cut up by wear and tear

Of handing and share

Who’s crime: winning a ballet

Makes him die over and over

Raping morals in his existance

That he fought for in resistance

For he truly was a lover

Why is he there, why do I care

Carrying him around in here

And open it now and then to stair

At the grotesque man’s wear

As the days go forward and he

Finds himself less and less

Rotting away in disharmony

Crying in distress

His paper house a mess.

Monday, January 03, 2005


Enjoying the sombre silence of a mildew morning after a sleepless someil.

Saturday, January 01, 2005


Soup to which I owe life
Of red and white floats
made from what i've eaten
Of which beats endless strife
A red river with many boats
To which you feast, living.

This, of course, is but the start,
After the base be added
This miso needs seasoning spices
To be stirred through with a heart
After all this is added
You discover a savoury world in a cart.

Just a friendly warning for your cooking
You may think something will taste
Wonderful, delectable, gourmet even
But too much salt is harder
Removed than added, impossible even
To destroy the taste of too much paste
When it turns into a violent stinging.

Don't think me crazy, a fool
Don't think banalities of this
Not just water and chopped carrots
Not conventional mixes heated
What I speak of runs in a bloody pool
Losing too much makes a hiss
It brings life and all it's merits
and feeds the one in which it's seated.

This soup is blood the creme of horror
And the spices if you're a wonder
Is all and none but mostly no other
Than substances of splender.

Thursday, December 30, 2004

Mangled Though - Dec 31st

Destroy Delusions and Dissillusions or give me Reasoning, Reasons and Reason -

Wednesday, December 29, 2004

Mangled Though - Dec 28

Plants and flowers like girls and woman confuse me completely.

Thursday, December 23, 2004

The Musical Life

What is this world that we live in
But a pretty tune never ending
A musical treat with all everything

Less light and so it changes
to a sombre song
A glass of water, thirsty ranges
comes a crystal song
A plant by my bedside add
an already pretty song
And then play music sad or glad
and it's just another instrument to my song

Seperate each aspect and all
Solos of the world's expression
Layed out, battle for your attention
To each and all they attempt a call

Monday, December 20, 2004

Things to remember in case I don't

Margaret Atwood is a very strange lady.

I saw it in a Dream

Follow me into my universe
Atop a Seuss-ian cliff
A port etching across trees
With a light brown light stone

My feet go and travers
This nature's blessing, stiff
Watching these glowing bees
And for a second, I am all alone

The moon there watching
Spreads her light across
How like a giant candle
Flickers in the leaves
Like Secret lovers dancing

Then like a silent blessing
On the early dew covered moss
Your foot a graceful dandle
It cries as it leaves
Wishing for more prancing

You nestle promptly next to me
A proud lion's grin

Completeness in this picture
All is well, all is complete
Lovers looking onto lovers
Holding one watching nature
Dance till the sun breaks the beat
To help you grow pretty flower

Atop my fancy's bay i'll never walk
And forgive me flower
If of you to me I always talk
As an inpenetrable dark tower
crocrodile moat and all