April’s Fool

How lovely to be the fool Blissful like Sandra Bullock on Oscar night Or the death squad member with a blank in their gun Nothing feels better than not knowing My pope-like ignorance can make pedophilia disappear And still sometimes I’d rather be a child Conviction making up for lack of knowledge Naivety, my parachute whenever I fly off the handle How glorious the expanse of what I don’t know How beautiful the sea of the unknown So many lands to discover, So many challenges... Read More

Stream of Conscience

Scattered and scarred Life tattered, battered and tarred Un-American hit, like I’m batting abroad Amidst fits of rage a misfit’s emerged Bliss shit’s a page when i split a rift into words Each page like bright stage lights Deep brain fights keep veins tight Bleak saved might peak, rage like Heat wave bites these strange nights Peep game type ill like hospices Proselytizing novices with ulterior auspices Suspicious the vicious impetus that’s longer than... Read More

Let Go

Let go of your imagination You’ve had it too long You’re too used to the tone of it’s voice You’ve already starting knowing what it wants before it does and as a result you’ve started running out of ideas Please end this stunted relationship. I’m getting tired of pretending it’s exciting Jettison your previous conventions And let a particle show you what the universe really looks like Let your eardrums be your skin and feel what heaven... Read More

Home Movie

You are picturesque. Each moment of motion captured in my lens While simultaneously moving without skipping a beat. You are stop-motion photography. Body perfect, you’ve only ever been airbrushed by the wind. My teeth like prison bars My mouth a faulty Alcatraz, words escapes me. You are my silent movie and I am your Charlie Chaplin, Let me be inside you so I can show you what I can do without uttering a word Our sex approved by Marcel Marceu but dubbed over by Mr Marcus. Let’s... Read More

Afterlife

What really waits for us when we shed our mortal coil? The afterlife has the cognisants of a child You can only find out the answer after you stop questioning. I wonder how tight are the locks on the gates of heaven? How slippery must a tongue be to loosen the negative volitions of Gabriel? If energy is never created nor destroyed perhaps we simply surf the ether Our consciousness the wind, trapped in a supernatural sailboat Perhaps we simply dream. No quest for an end. Invariably... Read More