Poems : Oh, the Cleanliness/Honeycomb and Swarm/New Phases.

_Oh, the Cleanliness



i.

If only to clear history
As wilderness opens and smiles
That thought keeps repeating
You called me and I answered
You said ‘hey puss’
I said ‘ hey wuss’
You said ‘ nice comeback’
Silence.
Then : ‘yeah well done that was brilliant’
I said ‘well..you know it rhymed’
You said ‘yeah..it rhymed, but…’
I broke in – ‘look man are you going to come over’
And you didn’t
And my mind is messed and fucked
Its true its so true
So sad and whore - like
My talent like an old weed
Refusing to die
As much as I trample on it
Piss, spit and strangle it
Somehow it sits
Like a pool of warmth below
And I fill it with poison
A glowing death swarm
And they devour my holes
There is no where else
to run but junk hell
so cliched and doomed
the perfect afternoon
while all the tryhards fumble
and scatter like bulldogs
my heart is here set to sun
brush strokes of coloured rays
So watch my skin start to stretch
And see my teeth begin to crumble
And feel the way I drain you all
Out into the dead black sea
As the clocks beat to our heroic counterparts
The giant brilliant opals we should be
The white shadow that towers above you
The one that reflects in your fathers eye
The inkling of sharp reign that we fumbled and cried with
As adults designed our death-stunk paths
We tried so hard that it froze us
And the bath holds my hollow body tonight

You say things in song
That are dressed in veils
Coded and mystified
A thought full of feelings
An emotion, calculated and clear
Where my message is faded
It peers through broken glass and blood
And maybe our swords are too sharp
And our dicks too small…
And our Dylan quotes are lame
And the earth doesn’t hold us so tight
Bereft of summer sedation
since ’97, the eve of the avalanche
And a teenage swampland
Just grew around me

ii.

a devilish red suit
and a hand full of blue jacks
and it’s a ghost that wears him
in a hair soaked daze in sad flushes
up and down the street
drunken looping in mental wreckery
the same trail to doom
the excitement in finding a new knife
shinier and sharper
to rip yourself with
until you feel a pin drop
and hear the howling trains in the valley
where cab drivers warn of taipans at night
where we crawled in wasted fits
tackling our bones and shattering the haunted gallery
smashing rocks through a windshield
with a person in it
and we ran
over the fence
thru the school grounds
but I stayed right there
in the dark
under the gate
and they drove away and around
to where you were running
I called you
But you were gone
A lonely pissed ghost in the night
And if you got rolled
By speed freaks with empty eyeballs
Then that’s too fucking bad
Life is not kind
And my scars are worn well
So an affliction for you
Would paint a grin on mine
Despite what they say
I should think
There are deserts of no-zones and questions
That just die in the corner
In my compartmentalized male brain
My stupid fucked man hating brain
My stupid female loving adoring son of a cunt brain
Society and culture battered modernist depression hit brain
My scattered and punched bruised hated brain
My damaged broken hardly working male brain
My worthless gender pissing our worth onto the wall brain
My drinking til my life blasts away like sand into sky brain.
My heart goes out to you, babe, but this time doesn’t fit in my ass
Or my arse, for that matter
Ask and you shall receive

And the elevator music in her head
Keeps her sane
But wouldn’t muzak saturate the straight
and you are insane anyway
What am I talking about
My drained pain of a stained male brain
I should be out raping women in parks brain
Worthless heartless idiotic male brain drain
All men are merely animalistic brain hum drain drone brane
All men are created sequel hum ho brain drane oh my
There is a stranger in the yard – he rolls on the roof again
And i am relieved, I was actually horrified
And it is her baseball bat after all
She wears the gardening gloves
And is tougher than bricks
Im the stick lying on green sheets
She is the mountain with clouds in her eyes



iii.


Set fire to the old house
And deliver my penance
Mr priest in purple and gold
And hold yr face behind criss-cross grates
And masturbate on my juices
For you are strong and brave
And idealized new world
A forgotten spirit
That still stalks the country
But is so dead it cant be exhumed even
And while I write the demons rest
Or at least they shut out
Until now, that I thought about it
And the sun is a motherfucker
It can catch you out so quickly
And at least im not on ice
Or Sunday morning would be enough
to beat my own skull in
Been saving up for someone to
Destroy me
And pronounce me dead
To the world
And open the floodgates
And watch the people flood their pants
Temporarily
For a day or two
I will go down in history then go down on God
Where modernist society will crawl into my anus
And my rotten dead heart
Will be pulled apart and eaten with advertising
And media eyes will rise
And you will laugh about me
And cry at yr own contentment
And forget about me soon enough
And give your pussy to another man
And he will feel the same lashing that I get
When I fuck you with our intensity
The holy fix of loving you
It washes like no other
The cleanliness, oh the cleanliness
It drives her wild
Her own blood is hotter than Hades
And she could never harness her electricity
And now there are spare parts buzzing and cooked
A daughter with too many homes
A brother with too many mind searings
And the damage lies around like loose change
We learn to step around the tripwires
And worse still
The putrid bodies of those who licked the mines
And here we lie buried
In vain to make a scratch
Not even a heavy wound
Just a small chip
That can replicate real good
So that our story may be known
We pioneering losers
Monumental whispers
Disastrous attempts at riches
Too proud too dumb to admit it
Some backward minds we lock into
The water is running dry
And its another world
Where weirdly strung people
Dressed up as others
So morbid we are
And blackened and glittered
Til something makes sense
It was bound to happen
Here we are
There it is
The great lake of opportunity
Gleaming under a full moon
And you are going to miss it
Or dive in when I look away
Either way it’s the only light before darkness
Shreds our waking hours
Into pieces of pain in the ground
Way under the ground we go……
Until it stops.
The pain, the relief, the doubts,
the corrupt virus that undoes our
bright minds,
But the truth is,
all of our skulls are crammed with an
avalanche
And the least I could do is
not seduce its gray smile
And not crush your eyes
if I can make them rain.







_honeycomb and swarm/




Before descending from the mountain
There were loose knives set free
I fantasized about the bridge
Holding me as its peak
And mobile phones would screech
From satellite to star to fear
And then I would hold them all
Like lightning from the night
But it’s right inside the riot
That the sea of calm kicks in
Awareness cant be cured
And all those strokes of mine were lost
And the river looks so beautiful
And you are hooked it’s true
But there is more to this than
underground tremors and reviews
So I take another stroll
Past honeycomb and swarm
A morning crawl to communion
Where they sell you silver soul
The wolves never think twice about
The sadness of the flock
It’s cut and dried for some
it’s constant stabs for us


New Phases_


The cold and windy female minds
Reverberate across the room
A leg for paint and heart for sound
The world is wrapped in juices
Judas Eureka! A silver not second
But revolutionary giggles from caves
The dark blood anchors the clots
My grandfather is still alive!
The trees hold the drunken teenagers
ribbons and gardenias for blood
thank Christ Im’ not a dead one
they are taking over these days
In a frozen time chamber
A glorious girl just melts
Into the metal scenery and cracks
The animatric disaster reality

When my printer goes to Hell
My name will be carved up for roast
Send in the chaos soldiers
One! Four! Ten!
We know this guy named Sebastian
He thinks he’s Bob Dylan Thomas
And as his friends grew
He stood burned into a time wave
Now Sebastian hides his ambition
Deep in his locked drawer
But secretly he wants to be king
And inspiration to all
So he marches on a Saturday night
Thru the valley orgy
And nothing will stop him
As he slowly climbs his way up the street
We close fisted and fertile freaks
Totally normal to each other
But the flaws are mirrored
So we magnetize like ions
Friends can become strangers
But its all just new phases
Hate is a strong word
And it probably means love.