Tuesday 17 February 2015

Keyboard Warrior


Keyboard warrior,
On the plains of the Internet.
Stride forth, brave soul.
Keyboard warrior,
With a pain that you can't forget.
Your words shine like gold.

Take my handle
Guide me by the light of your candle
Through the darkest thread
I follow The Warrior's tread.

Keyboard Warrior!
Figure with a thousand names.
Keyboard Warrior!
Walking through the flames.
Keyboard Warrior!
Is born and dies every day.
Keyboard Warrior!
Your belief will fly you far away!

Keyboard warrior
Protects the innocent:
You are my shield.
Keyboard warror,
Your ultimatum has been sent,
and the foe gallops through the field.

Don your mail
Give them hell!
And with every post
You strike at the heart of the host.

Keyboard Warrior!
Figure with a thousand names.
Keyboard Warrior!
Walking through the flames.
Keyboard Warrior!
Is born and dies every day.
Keyboard Warrior!
Your belief will fly you far away!

And if my soul
Should fall beside you
Will you find someone to blame?
But if my soul
Should fall within you
Will you spread word of my shame?
Of my sordid name?
Well, take aim:
The foe comes to maim!

Keyboard Warrior!
Figure with a thousand names.
Keyboard Warrior!
Walking through the flames.
Keyboard Warrior!
Is born and dies every day.
Keyboard Warrior!
Your belief will fly you far away!

Retroviral Country


I've tried nitroglycerin
And pesticide
Tried listening to
The monkey you hide.
I've tried red water:
Painting sacred marks.
Nothing stops your face
Appearing in the dark.

The hokey writer's babylon:
The phantom train;
The whisper in your terminal;
The barcode on your brain;
Are all as temporary as
The teeth of a shark.
Nothing stops your face
Appearing in the dark.

Through retroviral
Exchange of DNA
You left something
The day your needle
Broke away.

You can break me down
Into my constituent parts:
Disconnect the valves
From the pistons in my heart.
Vaporise till molecules
Phase into quarks.
Nothing stops your face
Appearing in the dark.

And all the queen's destroyers
And all the queen's tanks
And all the queen's soldiers
Arrayed in murder ranks
And every single policeman
Every smirking nark
Couldn't stop your face
Appearing in the dark.

Through retroviral
Exchange of DNA
You left something
The day your needle
Broke away.

Ampalang


Don't rip on his fringe
It's his tradition.
Dyed with a tinge
Of perdition.

You have a beard
He has a fringe
You're walking hand in hand, yeah.
You have a shrink
He has ink
You like each other's bands, yeah.

Don't rip on his taste
It's indie.
We're pure and chaste
Barbie and Cindy.

You have a beard
He has a fringe
You're walking hand in hand, yeah.
You have a shrink
He has ink
You like each other's bands, yeah.

And you can tell the world to go hang
When they comment that you must be gay
You can both get amapalangs
And jingle like Santa's sleigh!

You have a beard
He has a fringe
You're walking hand in hand, yeah.
You have a shrink
He has ink
You like each other's bands, yeah

Meaningless Sex



Boy.
Do you know
Why I'm not going to stay?
It's not ze lack of love
It is ze lack of today.

Do you think I am dumb?
I have two PhDs!
When I open my legs
It is like ze tree opening its leaves.

Ze lack of today?
You will see
When I go.
Ze lack of today
Is a - uhhhh
important thing to know.

Boy.
Please stop looking at me.
You are like one of these homeless.
Or some stupid monk
With a cross on his neck.

Ze lack of today?
No more than ze bison chewing grass
Or ze comets flying past
It means nothing.

I am afraid it is too early for
Zis kind of argument.
Goodbye.

Monday 22 September 2014

Tags

Those who think ‪#‎tags‬ are shallow
Should read some haiku:
Fragmented image in words.

Friday 23 May 2014

Mortar and Pestle

Mortar and pestle
My Friday night ritual
I've been crushing on you for years

Dressed up in your latex suit
The red light gleaming off your boots
I'll see you again in Xanadu

The dead will rise
You'll see your mother's eyes
For the first time
Your lover knocks
Takes off your prison smock
Cleared of your crimes

Time is always relative
The extract filters through the sieve
I still feel your lips upon my face

Bitter as a poison leaf
More certain than true, just, belief
Darling, I'm floating your way

The dead will rise
You'll see your mother's eyes
For the first time
Your lover knocks
Takes off your prison smock
Cleared of your crimes

When I heard you singing late
Rope held in your hands
My summer sense migrated
To far crepuscular lands
Now I can hear that tune
Sounding in my dome
The more I taste of the red moon
The less I am alone

The dead will rise
You'll see your mother's eyes
For the first time
Your lover knocks
Takes off your prison smock
Cleared of your crimes
The dead will rise
You'll see your mother's eyes
For the first time
Your lover knocks
They've picked your mind's last lock
And you are sublime

Friday 14 March 2014

Flow My Liquid God

I'm gonna kill it dead
Kill it dead
Kill it dead
Bound by an unseen thread
Kill it dead
Kill it dead
I'm gonna kill it dead
Kill it dead
Kill it dead
Beneath the rains I'm fed
I'm fed, I'm fed
FLOW by churches
FLOW by worship
FLOW by conscience
FLOW
MY LIQUID GOD FLOW

I'm gonna kill it dead
Kill it dead
Kill it dead
Leave it a book unread
Kill it dead
Kill it dead
I'm gonna kill it dead
Kill it dead
Kill it dead
Beneath the rains I'm fed
I'm fed, I'm fed
FLOW by churches
FLOW by worship
FLOW by conscience
FLOW
MY LIQUID GOD FLOW

I'm gonna kill it dead
Kill it dead
Kill it dead
Light flees my bandaged head
Kill it dead
Kill it dead
I'm gonna kill it dead
Kill it dead
Kill it dead
Beneath the rains I'm fed
I'm fed, I'm fed
FLOW by churches
FLOW by worship
FLOW by conscience
FLOW
MY LIQUID GOD FLOW