Little Man
Its just the wrong type
of stuff, is all,
Shoo, shoo, shoo enuff.
Hey, little man, d'ya
wanna know something?
Its your mama you see,
I kinda have a bit of a
thing,
I kinda wanna spend
some time,
Y'know, like, getting
to know things,
Like
Your mama.
Like what she likes,
What she is,
And could be,
I mean...
You don't really mind do
you ?
Its not like the right
stuff would help much,
And I'm not sure it
wouldn't be warmer,
Or calmer,
Or, well, you know.
Its your mama you see,
She could be
interesting some time,
A shoo in, or near to,
And sometimes little
man,
That's enuff, shoo,
Shoo, shoo, shoo enuff,
Little man.
Little Liar
How can I get my shit
together
When those whose frame
I grew to
Have no frame now
Nothing is true
Nothing is true
Crowley had it with
"Everything
forbidden is compulsory"
"Do what thou wilt
shall be the whole of
the Law"
No conscience ? When
you've always ?
Liar liar liar liar
Pants on fire.
Never forgot the horse
switch
Broken plate glass lie,
so small,
Against the
hypocriticall.
Live.
Live inside this comic
farce
With me and us and you,
Visit life, from time
to time
We remember what to do.
Mindset.
As if you can ever have
The "Mindset"
you had 3 years ago,
Thank god !
Keeping forward.
Sense of helpless
innocent optimism,
Brought about by heavy
misery.
Which now has matured
Into a meaner animal.
With less reason to be
Than ever, but somehow
optimist,
Keeping forward.
New "Mindset"
with strong tendencies,
To return, could be
self-defeat,
Going back.
To innocent optimism,
With any bloody luck,
Heavy and strong, but
mature tendencies.
As if you can ever have
3 meaner years
Thank god !
Less reason for heavy
optimism.
There really is "something" about trees isn't there?
Peeling the seams
From legs of heaven
And arms
With cotton dressing
With silver skin below
With haste and eyes
Quite focused to the
task
And hurry
To teeth, to tongues
To flesh valleys and
Respond sincere
Hard decisions, made
haste
And last layers are at
last revealed
And lust exploration
Painful signal
defloration
Symbolised, and peeled
And then thought must
leave
Betrayal by the naked
Animal now thrust and
gaunt
And frenzied sincerity
Rushes blood,
adrenaline, sex
Into the mental hours
And mental bruises
Physical Venus
With detaching
splendour
And barmaid wonder
And the connected
The found
With sweet white
definition
And dark intent
And the damp peeled
seams
And knickers on the
floor
And the hideous bed
Denying such admission
And finding splendid
hurry
In heavenly valleys
Symbol of gaunt animal
response
And sincerely naked
With haste and eyes
Betrayal of signal
tongues
Sincere truth must now
leave.
Stonesexy.
Her throat is dry and
cracking
Voices mingle
intimately in trance
Speech becomes
irrelevant anyway.
And the time stretches
again
Into pockets of endless
thought.
Her tongue sticks to
the roof of your mouth
Mingling with the
slowness of it all,
Love becomes irrelevant
in retrospect.
And your mind stretches
out to nothing,
Into pockets of
infinite moments.
The slow-mo lovemaking
contains no fear
No love, but mingling
with the sheet,
The irrelevant scent of
oils.
And the high stretches
to hours,
And pockets of
senseless regrets.
Withdrawal.
Listening passively,
and not hearing,
Switching off, and not
seeing.
Sounds "cotton-woolled"
and dull,
Only mulling inwardly,
Chewing the cud, of
recent events.
But beware, not for
nothing,
Do warning bells ring,
and,
Buzzing lights speak
out.
You leave a corner of
your mind,
Monitoring at the
slightest level.
In your own world, do
you live ?
You must hear and be
ware,
You cannot shut out
all.
The phantom screams
overhead,
Lifting...instantly
muffling.
Oh, how quickly you
withdraw,
Like an upturned
winkle, or whelk.
You leave the warning
bells,
In a corner of your
mind.
Back to single figures.
Hash-tag "trees" maybe? Or "Poetry" or "Bollocks"
I dunno, let's run it as an experiment......
#trees
#poetry
#bollocks
#wayofseeing
Hmm, I doubt it'll make a scrap of difference.
That was February.
Already a 1/6th of the way to the next one.......
