Breathe in, breathe out
Tomorrow's much the same
Tree house truth
We hang in the air
A hairs breadth
It smells like freedom.

Sofa-loving selfsubstanciator
Lose some weight boy, or feed the gator
Point the finger shoulder blame
Hold your finger to theflame
Liposuction size reduction
You come out looking just the same.

Radiohead paints a diamond
Lodging in my throat
Harmonies of loss
A lattice in my ears
And I'm reminded of...

Harmony's twin
She smiles like the stars
Distant, cool beautiful
Fingers coaxing sweetness
From ivories carried beyond their limits
Waterfalls of laughter
Welling from memory
So far, so long
Only,
Good byes are for friends

I'm sorry, we're all stocked up on crazy here. Why don't you try another house down the street?


The man bent the spoon with the power of his hands.

And she smiles for me.
A punch-drunk symphony
Two worlds colliding
In thunder and lightning
And me holding a candle up
To see the stars.

By the time I got to doing
It was half-past way too late
If I had a dime, for every time
I was last one through the gate
I'd need to go to the bank and exchange it for New Zealand currency.

Hah.

I am Freestyling.

Softlyspoken have a token
Of humility under that shirt
I ply wood and take tank tops
Till worth is multiplied with worth.

Punch a hole in the earth,
Brickabrack. The tittilations of
A roundhouse kick, past insanity
I was awake before they woke me up

Salvation runs in tides
Besides which I'm not more than half
At any given time
There are more thoughts in my brain
Than my head can hold.

One year on. The same man
In similar clothes, if a bit warn
Like his face, his smile
Crinkles round tired eyes
As though more thoughts crowd behind
Than there used to be.
Laughter? Not so many
Not so much drained as conserved
Left in glass jars for a rainy day
Or an eartquake to shatter tranquil medium.

One minute on. Glancing at a watch
Black matte plastic and scratched window
Ticking away the countdown of life
Solid, reliable; the man he wanted to be
There's more money jingling in pockets
And more cares jumbled in his head
But he's the same man. Similar at least.

Trace amounts of exported emotions
Noone holds the line like you do
I fill in the empty sentances
Which convey all the meaning I never felt.
You stay just the same

I awoke from the dream
But the dream was me

Home, home
Is hanging out alone.
Handing out tickets
To the one man show.
Man, you should have seen it
I was in my element
Counting the seconds
In each creeping minute.

Cradles the phone like a baby
While conversation languishes on the floor
Silence beckons unpleasant thoughts
That drive him swiftly through the door.

To the far side of ordinary

She cups her hands
Under the strong man's finger
It's not the dying that hurts.
She smiles like a desert sunrise
Beautiful and scorching
Truth spells nothing more
Dizziness and suckerpunched
Truth echoes in silence
Stringing lines of ordinary
He passes the border
Into the unknown
Where the grass is greener

She told her mind that nobody knew
A cat hidden in a box for footsteps to pass

Unfolding blossom, creased beauty.
The callused palm of a working man
Held out.

The Smoking Man - Typings of the Mind


A salamander owns nothing
But the paper on his back

I was paused between breaths
Between the weight of paper on the page
Slid the sunrise to the sky
Sloping trees gild heavens
With heaviness of shadow.

I am forceps holding back the night
Peeling taste from food
She tastes foolishness and spits it out.
Yet I know nothing but silence
Screaming i my ears
We turned pages but the words fled from us.

I was reading some stuff I wrote 5 (shocking) years ago. And it seems better than my stuff these days. This makes me sad.

A half-opened pack of toothbrushes
Held close for a rainy day
While SpongeBob smiles inanely
To drive such thoughts away
Rickety books piled high
Knowledge reaching for the sky
I'll never read them but
They hold promises of wisdom
Shirts slumber on the bed
Discards of the morning
Discriminated, disused
But still holding to a form of
Beauty, clean lines, smart curves
A pod of dolphins breaking the confines
Of a sun drenched sea
And I am on a leather chair undecided
Big enough to hide a child in
A man staring at the future
And refusing to blink.

Layers upon layers like a chocolate cake
Sunlight filtered down like a fine coffee
You can taste the freshness if you dare
And brown yourself like a grizzly bear.
Toothpaste and mouthwash
Waves lick the sandy shore
And are remembered no more.

One day I'll wake up a trumpet
I'll play you a song
To may the daylight long
For the onrolling night