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.

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Should read some haiku:
Fragmented image in words.

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.

Bloody Drips

Bloody Drips

There's something warm as bloody drips

When we are touching fingertips

And running through Dunedin ways

With burning neon for the day,

Where all about is whirling light

I think I've drunk enough tonight

To be my own self undilute

And tell you that you're more than cute

But that's just bloody drips and booze

'Cus being horny's never news

For all the chemicals we buzz

We're little more than monkey fuzz

And though this night is going well

I know I'll wake up in a smell

That makes me want to grimly boke

And so I'm glad we've never poked

For life is nauseous twisting mass

And we're reflections in a glass

Of moulding faces leaking spores

And that's why I won't taste your ichor.

Thousand Year Syntax Tree

Thousand Year Syntax Tree

Subconscious automatic membrane pulse

Aphasic mumbled belief in choice

A thousand year syntax tree

Dropping nodes sporadically

Recursive scan through the grammar

Beating iron with a hammer

Till it comes, total control
And the beast has crept out from its hole

Its muzzle digging for the fruit

The one obsession claims the brute

With reddened eyes and shredded paws

The blood drips slowly from its claws

Taking control through sacrifice

To jolt the wheel and load the dice

Erase compassion, halt your sighs

And fix the dealer with your eyes

Waster

Waster

Waste shoots down municipal tunnels

Gargles through holes

Is stirred with chemicals till sterile
Then pumped into the waters

I dwell on the thought that my molecules

Will return pristine to the biosphere
The recycling gives me comfort

I will become waste too

Your Love Has Been Cut

Your Love Has Been Cut

Your love has been cut with inactive dust

And when I take a line this thickening rust

On my heart doesn't crack so thin is the dope
Yet my need for it is wrapped around me like rope

In rings and in knots I wait for the waves

Of dopamine shots for I am a slave

To euphoria, the prime mortal bliss

That I do not feel in the void of your kiss

Ending Age

Ending Age

The chances that I had are gone

The sheep are sheared

The hair's bleached blonde

And what have I left to do

But mould a moody shade of blue

A culture teaming with the spawn

The planning application's drawn

And what have I left to wish

That we shoal peacefully as fish

The boat has docked

The hold unloads

If I could write a pretty ode

I would join this ending age

And close the old book's final page

We Ordered Weed From Canada

We Ordered Weed From Canada

Before the cryptohackers came

And made the deal secure

When we were only teenagers

We were really poor

We were poor but only needed

One thing to get by

When the days were glistening

We wanted to get high

It's easy to get sick of local

Dealers selling hashish

Even when you get you still want

To escape their leash

It took some time to save the cash

I was still at college

So many weeks of smokeless nights

Were blurred edge to edge

Finally we had the cash

To place upon the net

It felt like we had struck a chord

In our glorious duet

We ordered weed from Canada

Some cheese and skunk and haze

And presently by mail it came

In those glistening days

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

The Horde Marches

The Horde Marches

The idea should be

Specific and universal

The syntax should be multiplexed

Using form that suits theme

Felicitous choice of language

Should render meaning apparent

Without need for extraneous verbiage

Character defines tone and tone defines character

Delivery should be unaffected

We march to the pig skin beat

A sound that has echoed for thousands of years
Bouncing off the hills

Then concrete

A superstructure penetrates the mind

Like a mammoth tusk through a brave

And no more can be said

For the trampling of the horde

Each footstep a droplet

Drowns the voice

No one can hear

No one will know

No one.

In Came A Maudlin Drunk

In Came A Maudlin Drunk

In came a maudlin drunk

Who could see underwater
Once she had sunk

A few drinks and knew what to say

That people are assholes

But they have to stay

Alive somehow living off hate

Like incubi squirming around at the gate

Of hell or womanhood but

Everyone knows that my gate is shut

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

Shit Or Dirt Or Blood

Shit Or Dirt Or Blood

I was reading Bukowski again

when I noticed a fleck of

shit or dirt

or blood

on the page

and I thought

it fitted there

as good as

any word

Traction Show

Traction Show

Those old men spend their last days

Working on immobile steam engines:

It is some fucking hobby.

My Body Again Disagreed With My Head

My Body Again Disagreed With My Head

I told myself that I'm happy alone

Then dreamt of limbs wrapped together in bed

Thus when I found that I woke on my own

My body again disagreed with my head

In older days it would be a haunting

They'd call the priest in low tones of dread

To silence the devil his daemonic taunting

A crucifix pressed against me till it fled

Napowrimo 3 - Blinker

Blinker

Five hours awake

                                         Scope of my vision

Our needs are met

                                         Healthcare decisions

Professional services

                                         Hiring now

Dribbling milk

                                         Cult of the cow

Thought for the day

                                         Tariff is empty

Charging my mood

                                         Your heat is plenty

Thought would be safer

                                         Bodies are weak

The landslide will settle

                                         Nuzzling cheeks

Like flint in your hand

                                         Scoring a groove

Divined upon bones

                                         On abacus moved

Forever the saint

                                         A small effigy

Electrical lights

                                         Will never be free

NaPoWriMo 1 - Our Flat

Our flat

When Paul moved in

I unpacked myself

First by droplets

Then whole organs

I'm surrounded by tubs of rotting food

And empty vodka bottles

It's time we did some dishes

Once we get the strength

I'd like to eject the rubbish from my flat

As the phlegm is ejected from my throat

I slither among my things like mucous

Collecting decay and slowing down

I've a copy of Bukowski

Everyone's too embarrassed to read

We've still not unpacked

There is no space

We never did anything there anyway

Our flat is packed with stolen goods

Of value totalling six pounds

Prime among them the Causewayend Code:

We keep our hands to ourselves

And never hurt with words.

Advice Haiku

Advice Haiku

Don't bring girls you've pulled

Round your ex's to buy weed -

It's insensitive.

Don't invite weeping

Luckless gamblers for a drink

They'll pee in your chair.

Don't eat five nutmegs

Even if your dealer says

It's a good idea.

Go pee before sex

Especially if it's your first -

You will remember.

A Game

One gets a large knife -

The other throws fruit at one

And hopes they won't die.

Paralysis, Take 3

Paralysis

In this dream, the Earth's a billowing rose;

You pluck its fat continents like petals

Tumbled in the solar breeze and you blow

Until the planet is a lifeless ball.

Somehow we live below the mantle bloom

Crushed together, in love and alone,

In the fiery spinning of our world's loom

And all creation is our rocky dome.

But when I wake I'm in paralysis

And hallucinate that black smoke and death
With the sincerity of the abyss
Can form a figure and speak without breath

"I am your creation; I cannot die,

I am a phantom and I am a lie."