Two industrial worlds

Two industrial worlds working
Free net
Excuse my woe
Right as bread whence entropy
Scarred with gems like man tears
Passing for the archive deal
Arrests us
Death love facing salt peace
Sees a crown
Yet follows promised sense affair
The pistol finger don't die

Dear I
Resist the way of victory
This cavern of subject bubbles remains
Seeking gaps is not nice

What is the inspiration hold?
It brings a father's chastity home by
Speaking fast of prodigal hearts
In distant beds
Beside brothers with wandering hands
Kept sober in the light of noon defeat

Love has concentrated layers
After being dusky-eyed with artist mustard
New fruit covers the lips and paws
Each foot promises to shout the other's name
The petit-nez extends in wild places
From impossible roots to mysterious ends
Less motionless in intimate venues
Having whiffed last rushes it plugs the woozy
And services the rains

Given that all births are started on hillsides
Our hearts avoid questions prescribed by content
Growing our nails in dreams
That lament the next hill
That compare skins broken
From old attractions hands
And in pictures see amours
Of mingling ends

Noble soldiers like lost fish
Are prized in the gladdened air
Of constant obligation

If behind the rage is
Dreaming barren
Clean the house
It's making chains of
Sweetened fear
To bite the people
On the level shining floor
They wall their suspicions
In a prayer to solicit ills
Establish fitness tidy lot
With professional recoil shock
Lay gaslight paper passengers
On story walls
So weeks can renew without respect
The ugly trade of pity

When you speak I don't hear what you say, I hear the wheel that's spinning the words, and wonder why you don't, if you don't. I won't voice my own (we're not so different you see) What's the point?

All the mud of the world has leaked away. Step away from yourself. Unlock the door. Vast engines of warmth roll out and wrap you in colours. The veins of darkness are coursing life refuted dance and reaching wills then freeze. Into brackets. What shape is a healthy mind?

My only note is a too ting ROAR!

Blessed be pain. Hurt in peace. Must remember to buy some sausages. Why you interested anyway? I'm no-one, nowhere. Just trying to record a fiction that's grotesque enough to alter the one that's left us here.

I'll give you the Jackson Pollocks. They're always the new thing. As much as I hate to see them cry. I'll leave them cat food. They'll cry. It's funny how we care, we don't care. How! We don't bite, won't bite, because we're new here, and this may be the only chance, something we all need. They're not paying attention! Reel them into the honeypot. We can neither reign the running horse nor feed it grain until we've nothing more to gain from suffering.

I'm, you know, making a big mistake. I'll get totally lost in the time of it, and you know what's really stupid is that even when your face stop movin' you're still there.

So God is invoked, to quell the fluidity that is the mind's birthright. Our elders told us so. They're going to argue an eternity to keep from moving on. The power lines they're hungry for will never change. They've doomed themselves; wallowing in luxury engendered by their acquiescence to authority. It's all a part of the game. I'm not so very HARMLESS. There's always got to be a time when you start to get a sense of what you're doing. So our current leaders; are they as ruthless as their forebears? We wouldn't know. They've yet to be tested. That is democracy. It's why my words conjure the collapse of means in search of the cipher to stop the bleeding. When the poor are gone what will the rich have left to feast upon?

Fighting our adversaries with the weapons of our own destruction. Who lives in fear? Because Smith isn't here?

As time drops petals to the ocean, I have worlds to put right. I am free to tug against restraints, but which way I pull offers scant respite, I'm still torn apart. If I have one wish, it is to be like my father; to squeeze myself into the barrel of a gun, and dangle. I light the one torch. I love the one light. I bruise in the eyes of fate, in jet streams whitened by torque. But if there's anything left when I'm done, please let it be my brain. I'll be needing that for plucking woorms from out the jam jars of life.

Bring the sky

Bring the sky
Babble broken world
Judge the water
Whimper rumour time
With the pig the charges sweet
Explain
A sea too full
You find some parents from the day
Affecting fruit for heroes
Plundered by the
Grotesque cry
Of makers

South is dark sink
Face you see will
Run the next
Lovely mistake

This attack more white out is a
Side like evil raised
Before the sand stone zeal
Of faithful grounds

We just explored a kick this smile
And youth is beauty found
For new dream tombs to give
But lightly

That said
A time might come for letters instead
Of passion’s innocent truth

After the margin’s last stories have fallen
The mark that sleeps deep in the body of
Open report
Must tell all
And commit to
Fly media attack root again

It comes well forgot

Extra damn boom time
Ma-ma
Take fire
Dat monkey well good

Look quietly to the eyes unwashed
The table charged with oil
It’s in this fretful cloth
That change stops understanding

Time waves doubt around the minds
Of frightened masters
When good ideas cut all the corners off of
Problems that elaborate the wonders of
Empty money

Say
Little shadow
Could this village screaming
Be the union of fortune
And discordant form

Are the foods you must bear too smelly to taste
You preserve doubt with shameful depletion

Around your certain rain things happen first and feelings plant

My Zoo

Where ants force nice fish to wait.

Where the lamprey looks like a fly with fake drugs.

Where the narwhal is a nagual from a fallen world, where reality grasps sheep by the ears and tastes their lice.

The tapeworm is woken by fear. It sleeps in a house with beds that are sturdy and wide, and whistles late into the night.

No records exist that document the sound of the starfish. It is understood that this is stimulated by magnetic knees that project into empty space and lock with the skin of their arms.

The Angelfish shows us complicated dance moves every day. Her teeth are as persuasive as barristers and poets at tea.

All an ass speaks of is news and big boots. It’s skin is loose and it is alone. We make it stand as summer waits to cure it.

Vampire bats say nice things but think numerous gloomy thoughts. Moonbeams make the night play their prey. I have found no sleep.

Salamanders have almost nothing like glass to kiss the folds of their tartan skins. They enter the coffins of stiff things “What sleep folded up”, and pull faces.

There are three rings in the ears of sheep. Why aren’t their eyes closed? Things take time. They are cheerful and skipping in their crumpled coats.

Monkeys tell us where we should be. With step by step authority they excuse us all the varied blas of Playtime; passing from calamity to fear before they pleasure regal thieves for Arabian relief.

I see reason gather

I see reason gather
Beards of human time
And hold them
By the tails
With a clinging dream

Behold the madness
Most Doubtless man game
Itself

Sad executive lambs point
To pockets of calm
Striking natural junctions
Over mixed feelings

Oooh!
Resistance is voluntary bellowing
Comrades from third face developments
Pass the whistle
Not the train
Walk the local parish
Try to keep your stereoscope alive
It is like a proper man
Bleeding half a pint of gas
More than you
What is a fellow to be to do?
I forget my words
Lose my sensation of
Something real
And balloon from wealth left
Through tears bright
Like truth’s persuasive hurt

After I find my mark
I take my place resolve
To force change
With thoughts of new
Imbecility

After all society’s flailing women
Are sent with their fumes to
Memories gone
I am one
Toying with a shy trust in
Living and frowning
At my impossible self
Now privately hoping I still
Have a passion
Like mischief