Category: Life

Dull shades walk the streets

Grinning inanely
The scientist said
“I’ve hotwired your brain.
As long as you behave,
You won’t have any trouble again.”

The more time goes on
The further away from the truth I seem to go.
I’m living from a distance
And I haven’t got there yet

I scatter my seeds
A handful at a time
Planting I build a temple
To nature’s glory

Time sits heavily on the marbled mantlepiece
I’m not sure if you’re real or you’re fake
The life you live is so outlandish

Le soleil brille, la mere est calme et plat, c’est un jour claire et brillant Dans le ciel des nuages flottaient comme des cheveaux en courant.
Les bateaux de peche ascende et descende gentillement
Des cries entendus des oiseax, les fleurs qui fleurissent,
Les ballades, insensibles des insectes chantaient
Et moi, humaine, inondee par des pensees.

It’s funny when
Your face seems
As as cold and as craggy as a Cobo rock

In this age it would seem
Poverty is an illness
The poor with their insanity, stupidity, inanity When all their life has been a cage.

In the depths of Winter’s snowy haze
I have seen icicles spangle encrusted faces
Diamond like; and across the sheet-white places a lost trumpet call,

In a puddle of bedraggled fag ends, locked in the loo
Restructured, renovated and riven, mill pond pedestal
Wicker basket poured scorn, Indian techno nonsensical objectives and adjectives
Overuled bypass culture designated refract zone, sniffs Columbus’s ass
Jumped the gun, was working when should have been having fun,

In 1873
The German botanist Haeckel
Invented the word ‘Ecology’
A transparent term

I don’t understand why you’re always out when I’m in My soul should be fat but it’s thin

Too many problems in my life
Just can’t cope with the trouble and strife
Dissaffection is rife
I’ve sold my virgin wife

On my travels I met a man of wisdom
Who said, “Now you are healed,”
But my head was too full
Of a thousand stories untold

Far, over planes we cannot see
Until she meets her destiny.

Is it jug or a jar?
Pandora’s offspring?
Has it come very far?

COMPLIMENTED ROUGHLY BY MOON-SPOKES DANGLING
FEAR COUNTERED INTELLIGENCE
WHIMP TURNED TO CHURCH
DISTRACTED STUNG BY TUNE

Troley was lying in a garish yellow telephone box. He had been lying there all night, and the light touch of dawn had awakened him. He was cold, and hungry.

Beggar on the street
Will this be his tomb?
of objects which our outer nature rejects
Is the love which begs us to question why?
They moved the goal posts

All my knowledge of death is allied to the life-science
All my knowledge of life is allied to the death-science
All my sickness becomes health
All my poorness becomes wealth

Ah, I knew this song so well
It must have been a previous life
In the land of the young

All native instincts were rooted out, mankind in utopia where
There was no anger or hate, yet the state still kept
Banks and banks of plasma guns, just in case, they said,
We should be invaded from outer space.

You may be all grown-up and free from guilt concerning sex
But I’m not, I’m caught in some God-damn 80s hex
Belonging to a long-forgotten age of superstition

When will I listen? When will I learn?
The right to exist doesn’t equal the right to earn

NUCLEAR FAST BREEDER REACTOR
SPEEDING TIME IN FISSION FACTOR
PARANOIA BREEDS DISTRUST AND DISDAIN
PUTS BLINKERS ON THE BRAIN
DISGUST AND EXPRESSIONS INANE

The rising sun faces
The sickening moon
And the fires in the engines
Go on one by one

The sky hung in coloured threads
Music wiped away our dread
Our senses are drawn out
Into another world, no doubt

Working in gardens
Tangle of weeds menaces at me
Parched soil where weeds are concreted in

Red dragonfly
On the lip of a teacup
Shimmering

Thunder from a jar
Lies
Stored
Taken from afar
Lies

Fragments of life is all we have.
Crazy-Paving-Yellowbrick shithouse
Road to Nowhere Everywhere
Shining crock of golden shit
Fools no-one
Everyone loves it.

Let’s play nuclear fall-out
You can join in all the fun
Let’s play nuclear fall-out
Now it’s time to run