21st Century Forest Titan

21^st Century Forest Titan

Buried alive under the old forest

My limbs are tendrils curled round roots and stone

While above the pagans make their naked fest

I am the spirit of being alone.

Let fly horns bought at romantic supplies

The Celtic people dance round their fire

Nipples like gargoyles for the night flies

Will shun the existential void's mire

I hear the pumping of their feet as round

They leap and caper like faeries or dogs

I feel the fucking in my deepest sounds

And hear the oaths made in secluded bogs

I can taste the ecstasy in your piss

Rolling down my furrows into my streams

I am too old for these beings yet miss

The surreal passion that flows like dreams

There is a prophecy I will awake

But I do not believe in human rites

I will stay buried under these old woods

And under foot of these ecstatic nights.

You Can't Pay Me Enough To Care

You Can't Pay Me Enough To Care

I'd love to quit and leave my old desk bare

To vacate like I owe you nothing more

I know you can't pay me enough to care

Each morning I sink lower in my chair

And accept the receding sight of shore

I'd love to quit and leave my old desk bare

The neural trap of the working day snare

That starts with twitches and works to my core

So bad you can't pay me enough to care

I used to think that I had something rare

But it's been squeezed till it became a sore

I'd love to quit and leave my old desk bare

The hours are taken and there's none spare

How can a thing be both whirlwind and bore?

It blows but you can't pay me enough to care

The sun presses against the screen its glare

While we're crushed by the never ending roar

I'd love to quit and leave my old desk bare

Because you can't pay me enough to care

Thaw

Thaw

My head's so numb
If I could draw

I'd sketch a bed of untouched snow
And though I'd sleep as soon as blink

I have a drink and start to thaw

I'm melting now

If you could see

You'd say I look almost alive

Yet I've a bottle more to neck

This frozen wreck will soon be free

The Only Fruit

The Only Fruit

I

When we were young we looked to you
For pleasure and for pride

We tried to climb your blackened limbs

But your thorns stabbed our sides

Older then, we looked again

But now for fuel and frame

And so we thought to cut your trunk

Yet axes bounced back lame

We left without a meaning clear
For we will ever fail

And the dire wind that drove us home

Filled your autumnal sails

The only fruit, those dried up leaves

Blown from your dreary tree

We catch between a string of sighs

And crumbling ennui

II

The village spat until you moved 
To dribble on the town
The mangle of the city clamped shut
Your jaw and you drowned

Friend, you could have been the darling
Light of every shore
But you were chained up on the rocks
Before the sea's cold roar

Yet I'll drink until a mirage
Smiling comes to me
And I'm caught between a string of sighs
And crumbling ennui

The only fruit comes in a glass
That's swallowed with a grin
And the dire gale that drove us here
Blew from within.

Crop

Crop

A crop has grown within my brain

The harvest of a neural strain

It bears the rotting of our faith

I pluck the fruit to fill a space

To crowd the horror of the void

That nectar drowns my empty hive -

Pour those weepings in a cup

Drink up, drink up

Here's a drink for every wasted hour

That you spent with me

Lap it up and don't be sober

Drink that crop of misery

I wear my own mammalian skin

It feels like I'm an alien

An insect crawling in the sun

Beneath my conscious light I run
From brightness to the dark alone

To safety in the closing gloam -

Pour your madness in a cup

Drink up, drink up

Here's a drink for every wasted hour

That you spent with me

Lap it up and don't be sober

Drink that crop of misery

That sheaf feels rough held in your hand

You've grown the crop of this bleak land

And though the mill stone grinding is

The only music left for us

We will never leave this hated

Plot dried out emaciated -

Pour your struggle in a cup

Drunk up, drink up

Here's a drink for every wasted hour

That you spent with me

Lap it up and don't be sober

Drink that crop of misery

Planet

Planet

Islands sink and sailors drink and

Land flows into the sea

As rigs explode, the set is closed

Around the river and me

I try to write yet it drips life

From depths I'll never beat

A pattern sewn by Earth alone

My stitching cannot pleat

From cycled waves of maelstrom graves

For bodies overboard

Come insect young, born on the tongues

Of heads that wash ashore

I can't begin to comprehend

The rules that spawned this hell

My thoughts wear down and circle round

Like convicts in their cells

We scuttle on this astral skull

Before our solar Ra

But human lips will never kiss

The tongue of the enigma

Our planet sets its hunting nets
Of time and patient pace

As one who floats among the suns

And far from human grace

Solstice

Solstice

When there's singing, loud and bright,

In a major key,

You're alive;

The weather's light;

We're sipping by the sea.

When I'm hooked on a buzzing,

Drunken symphony,

You're alive

And this warm night

We're all here

And happy.

Your skin is paper for the wind,

Your papers have been kept.

Your ash spelled out a final word,

And all your friends have wept.

We listened to the watchers pace,

We heard their dull steps fall.

Once more, they lit your blackened oil,

As it spluttered in its bowl.

Again, until the lamp had died,

And we blinked within the gloom;

Until the draining of the tide,

And the setting of the moon.

How this year was made so wide,

By the season of your doom.

Now faint, the solstice sun aligns

With the doorway of your tomb.