is there any room for more, concierge?

the question on many lips. tic tac toe. blimey. another one bites the dust. outside the ring. rings. circles. this means trust? this means....something? is there room for steel. for chainmail. maybe a weapon or two. a hole in the wall. better prices for people with better ices. a new car in garage. wait. rainy day. a gruesome fact. lots of porpoises on valium. blowhole. bile. seepage. the grievance and inability to piece together a puzzle. a cat. meow meow. turns rusty and unhinges. abandone. the antibiotics no longer effective. a death in the cardboard box underneath the stairs where secrets will be kept.

no more kisses in unseen places

no more kisses in unseen places. there is absolutely nobody attending. teeth are pearly white. transparency overload. a black cat has surely crossed my path.

left to right. speed dial. x and y. you are a scambled egg.

no more kisses in unseen place. there is never really anyone attending.

are you waiting for a bus? as surely you can see the black cat is fading.

everyday canvas

the landscapes, knives and glue. oblongs. rectangles. thousands of lines that intersect. the fireflies that wind around the telegraph poles. adverts. all the symmetry. origins. then their timely demise. from view. in the carriages of discontent. down the highway. to the dreaded highwaymen. with rubber gloves. bright vest. hole proof trousers. never losing that lose change. in recievership. yet still have a smile. clutching a paperbag in left. the computerized briefcase in the other. faith. faith. the faith. maybe the plastic forks and knives given with the cheeseburger may help. make sure all surfaces are clean. decaffeinate. 

doctor. doctor. doctor. i have eaten all the apples. i still have to come here all the way from down the mountains. then mountaineer back. to lose calories. to lose sanity.

then life became hard. bludgeoned with a bucket. handed a shovel. told to dig a 7 metre hole. for the bones. for the broken appliances. the old man's gems. with the cfc's and killer bees. to then be put amongst the earthworms and stems that squirm for water. it all just leads to one thing. struggles. struggles. struggles. straggles along. troubles to get there. get to the point.

it is all about death. ok. it has been said now. take rest. brow of woe. pillow is waiting.

i tried

i tried so hard
to make the moans that
that she would stangled on to
settled deers by a keypad
as her hands would electrocute.

moisturising cream
moisturising cream
moisturising cream
moisturising cream.

a bendyman who is a cataract
climbs up the ropes
gets rope burn
the crme-de-la-crme
a murder of crows
a black cat across the path.

moisturising cream
moisturising cream
moisturising cream
moisturising cream.

i don't think too much (moisturising cream)
i just feel too much (moisturising cream)
i want to hold the mouse (moisturising cream)
i need to get a glimpse (moisturising cream)
a message other than on my ansaphone (moisturising cream).

videotape

realising that at the end of the day it is red blue and green. nothing more and nothing less. i guess it must all that waking up with the right idea of where the day will go. no not the toilet. and no lets not put that in the washing machine. the suds will make it cakey.

a pseudoreality is oncoming traffic.

cut the kids in half

mirrors are a detail. the simple patient on a sunday drive. want to slow but there is never a time. strapped in the back seat spluttering. a weekend chore on a weekend. should be a weekday chore. clean up messes. provided moddlicoddling. what for? what fur? i guess it is all a part of the contract. i never signed.

maybe deleted.

maybe just underneath a pile of old newspapers.

in the drawer where the secrets are kept.

in the confit of monkeys brains.

little do i know that fathering will kill me. yet i view it with googling eyes. i want. but i don't. i don't understand this doublespeak. i cannot ever make out what it means. must be double dutch. lost in translation. skimming rocks on the estuary. buried in the woods. screaming out of the woods. crime must have been committed. little do we know. little do i care. all i want is the brightness in the eyes. when the sky is just blue, perfect. naieve. i don't care. if it works tell me and i will not abstract further.

how did i end up like this?

kleptomaniac

claws of the underground. tearing out the foliciles. want to go to church, to regress the sins. simulate a liars portfolio. screaming out on the highway. toll. toll. toll. toll. toll. confession in a perspex box. showered with the high horses mane. golden hairs angelic and thin. scheming gets the part where i complain down. error of my ways. need to become a bit more accountable for how i am absolutely just stealing. that final compulsion to steal. may not be illegal version, but isn't the rape of civilisation enough to feel guilty about.