Two Week Snow Man

Jumping under the train
Relieving the weight
Jumping the gulch
Underneath everytime

You think to much
Asking questions of the sky
Flying high over the sun
You are bound to fall

Shakedown

Into the crossfire
Dazzling the street
Maligning the neighbourhood
For everyone to see
Dancing like a dying man
Through the shadow seas
And into the sunset

Doors thumping on hinges
Spraypainted with ichor
Stop and stare at passers by
For though they die to know more
Learning has been locked away
The learned bleeding on the floor
Do you ask what is wrong?

Nothing is out of the oridnary
This is a shakedown
Get your loved ones to safety
This is a shakedown
We can make it easy
But you can make it hard
Do you want to see tomorrow?
Then we humbly suggest
You start running

Venetian Sunset

Hills cut out of the clouds
Houses like fireflies dot
The light and shade
Congeeled from billowing
Greyness silhoueted
By flaming irridecence
Kissing the horison
In tearsome farewell
Chill tears of parting
Sift down from the heavens
To send sadness rippling
Through grey-scale world

Winter Dream

Snow drifts fitfully
Rivers of the Antarctic
Washing filth away

Imposing Imposter

Jingle bells, snow falling, cascading
In a myriad dancers
Each to their own tune, on a fuse
Set by the screaming light overhead
A melange of streaming blazes
Luminous and bold
In the clouded skies above
Twinkling like stars
In telescopic view
To pile high like mountains
Purification from the sky

Hippie Neanderthal

He sits beside me
A stream of angry words
Flowing down my ears
Screaming to be heard
And writing down his thoughts
He learns his wayward way
And strolling through the fields
Of electro-conductivity
He is become a better person

Emotion Sensitive

Daylight through the shades
Is often blinded to the truth
As you eye up the walls
In the corners of your room
And the singsong on the radio
Is not playing your tune
And the weather reports
Predict raining till noon.

The flies on the wall
Staring blankly into space
Like tiny winged vacuum
Cleaners humming about the place
And you are left illumined
By the television's glare
That does little to hide
Your tear-streaked face

Turning off the TV
To go face the world
Shotgun in hand
And standard unfurled
Revenge on the parasites
Whose talons are curled
Around your heart and soul
As everything swirls
Into meaninglessness

Zealot Tidings

Frog's gone and jumped in a lake
Brimming with sadness and diving
Deeper than he'd ever been
Laughing so softly and nigh on unseen
He trimmed the verges at the lake bottom
Dodging the jestam and flotsam and rotton
Discardations of our nations in their sullen heap
Till he met the fairy queen and fell fast asleep
All alone in a cage by the lake

A Player's Guide to Narcolepsy

Wake from the nightmare, the wind has died away
The air is filled with the dark
You and me, asleep on the train
Wondering where we are
And you keep dreaming
You're leaving me alone
Falling from heaven
Plunging like a stone
Into the icy ocean
Into the great unknown

Shivers and groans, the sleepers symphony
And scratchings on the wall
Breathing so slow, afraid that you might leave
Or you're not here at all
While I keep dreaming
I toss and turn again
Seeing you leaving
An electrode in my brain
Tired of needing
And exhausted from the pain

Ticking away the hours down from midnight
A silence full of sound
And shadows at the edge of sight
Gone when I look around
But you keep dreaming
Where nothing bad can find
And time is screaming
Into my aching mind
I guess I'm leaving
You away behind

But its all for your good
The demons are sure
To follow
Me

Necrolepsy

When the sky
Bundles me over
The grassy bank
Into the river
Swollen with fire
That's ice in my veins
Till I am dragged under
Alseep with the dead

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Weaving through the groves
Of dimly-lit functionaries
Luminous and multiplex
In their self-esteemed offices
And the bushes crowding round
Obscure the past from view
Like running through a waterfall
Only not emerging clean
Soap suds and cameras
Shining down like stars
Thinking what does this all mean?
Turning through corridors
Leading to wells ever upwards
And sentences blend into words
That spell doom for tomorrow
So stay awhile and take the test
It'll all be for the best for you
You see, you cannot hope to be
More that one dimension.

Craving justice or righting wrongs
Cool, paranoid, or full of song
Swinging down from trees
Meet reality on the subway
Hanging out the taxi window
Winking, and humming slowly
Even as I trawl through
Oceans of thought, oppinion
And unjustified fact
Prison and seldom
A man could look back
And smile at the future
Or maybe the past
I maybe unsure,
I can't tell, I'll just ask
And worship the printout
Like a primeval god
Can't you see I am so afraid I am
Just another one dimensional person?

The Talented Noone

Flag-waving, crowd stamping
Progress gaining through the storm
Of people cheering, dissapearing
Inside the confines of the tented room

Colours flashing, air vibrating
With the facade of the rainbow
Thrilling all to wonderment screaming
At the soaring center of the show

To noone crying, plumed and flying
Ascended above a sea of opened mouths
Each show endures a little more dieing
Till supplies finally run out.

Amalgamation

Winding down slowly onto the taxicab-way
Waving down a passing motorist
With dust-smeared palms
He trundles his life to the end of the page
And breaks down, a gibbering mess
Losing all semblance of calm
And the grim-turning beat of progress
Sweeps his unprotetsting form
To the gurgling gutters
Beside his tattered briefcase and Sunday best
A figure of muted sorrow, a warn-
ing of how fast close the shutters.

Guessing Games

Dancing, easy listening
Its a long walk home
You are eyeing up the sidewalk
You are singing sofly to the rain
As you idle gently by
The glassed-up shoe stores
With managers slumping
Bored the rain has washed away
Their valued custom
But you are singing softly to the rain
You are feeling whole and well again
You are looking like you hibernated
For a year to let it all drift by
All skull and bones and driftwood
And the music pumping through your veins

Subterranian Dolphin

Swim lowly porpoise
With a job for the Clippers
And a life-time of worry
Compressed in an instant
Into heart blooming joy
On the waves of the ocean
Fly free and unshackled
Through the seas of air
And laughing in clicks
Totalitarian mimics
To show us the way

Normative

Define for me
Everything
From the circling clouds
To the birds that sing
And tell if they
All fit to facts
A managarie
Of useless stats
And if they don't
Dance to your tune
Can't you just listen?