A sweet-soul-sister nursed the whiskey and milk while a blue-suited centurion bled Medusa tears.
"Sweet mother forgive me for I have done no wrong. The rapist was but a replica, nothing but a face-less ghost lost in the victim's mind".
The strung beauty sings to fill caverns
the black-box tells all, a lonely survivor when all flights fail.

Drip the sweat like sand
watch the dark-headed ibis as it picks at flesh not yet dead
tasteless and tough.

In darkened corridors of skin strewn truth, like misplaced trophies, grotesque accessories.
Tell me Alabama Miss how far you drove to Hell
Tell me Louisiana Slim do you think they'd all like to tell?

Can my hands find 4, no 5, now going to 6
with dawns arrival like a dagger through sanity's heart

Filth pig ministry
space pig visionary
sty-bound porcine in a love-nest solitude
wasted perspiration stained pages
depths so cold, full of transparent life
glowing
consuming
vanishing at Cousteau bubbles
vanquished beneath a liquid smock.

Non-chemical, non-laziness pushes a pencil with a mind almost it's own.
The silent purity takes it's fill, stays silent and never smiles.

When they could have swung they forced grins, followed leads and waited for an audience.

The peddler warned of rabbit-traps.
Sand dunes an eyeful, a barrier to a view.
White crests so far out as to be in some-one else's world.
They'd be within mine could I wish that far
could I hold a dream that long.
Did I spy flotsam become a raft, afloat, loosely trussed?

The bard wore the grave like a skirt, saw beauty in the simplicity, the realisation of pain.
Conquer oneself as oneself becomes a part of the whole.

They fake a dance while serpents bound up stairways with wealth in hand to share moments as one with the willing.
The night roars at the lonely, who roar back through clenched teeth.

Sing "Sweet chariot"
carry well the hopes balanced about your axis
carry home to me
carry mountains to prophets for the construction of islands.

A stranger quotes of petals and fuses, trees buried in time, while the chant for more builds optimism from air in lungs and sorrowless hearts.

Feel free to rejoice
rejoice to feel free.

Again the night roars.

I face my lion in a den of my own choosing
no Caesar to thumb up or down
no Helen or Cleopatra scheming seduction so sweet and fine.
"Slip me the asp poison, watch me wither on the vine"

In a room without holes in the walls sin slides easily into view in a vain search for a sanctuary.
I'd offer my words, it wouldn't be enough
my time wouldn't quench the need

Mock bondage lures false hope, draws out the best and leaves the rest to please themselves
myths sit on shelves gathering dust, a testament to their age and authenticity.

Beneath my skin I shudder as if consumed post-death by a pit full of the soil's finest somehow risen through my erect condition.










Walk with me to the edge of life, where death she waits
arms out like Mother's,
bosom warm and heaving with maternal pride.
Glimpse a chance of Utopia sinking slowly through a rising pool

Hold my face dear at the last.
I'll know
I'll carry you on
a trekker to your guide, the voice of your spirit.
I'll taste your bitterness and know your frustrations.
How close and yet so far?

Can we feel the warm wind dry the sweat or straighten crooked smiles?
Too late to take back harsh words, to shield the long-gone stares.
Can we retrace the steps that brought us together, that brought us here?
Where we go or stay.
To stay or go?








You spoke the words that broke the heart and choked the throat that lied
You took the vow of the when and how and left a world that died
To make the fist with the bloodied palm as hatred burns you up
You saw the real, the fanatical zeal, with burnt eyes that never shut
Do you feel the urge to binge and purge, took to refuge so far away
Time passed you by, you felt them die, behind words you couldn't say









Sweated up little funky thing
I see you dance , I see you sing
you swish and sway with a touch just right
I see you bathed in dawn's red light.

Heated hunger knows no bounds
say it here, say it loud
take me in, enfold my pride
silence rules from a mouth held wide.

Flesh-pot honey on burning skin
kept for me, love not sin.

A hummingbird at the blossom of life
sweet sensation of taste and sight.

An explosion of passion an eruption of guilt
down again, deeper still
pounding, pleading, a call for more
touching home, the molten core.









Brewing up a "Haha" as if "Haha" is all you get
You'll come up dry, no chance of coming up wet.
Less chance of going down
a wetness felt, unlikely to drown
smelt, tasted, the musky dew
it tells the difference between me and you.

I felt you
I saw you
I tasted your smile

You kissed me
I loved you
You dwelt a while

The noise, the confusion, from inside not out.
You whispered, I misheard, my deafness a shout
repeated, cheated, deceptive as Hell
eyes bulging, mouth gaping, tongue flapping, no yell.










Some-one told me once over my 12th beer that Jesus never slept much
crying his life away.

A siren strutted the foot-path chic all unclad breasts and bare-arsed cheek.

The fucking dog howled, drove the bubbles away
howled in to the evening as we killed another day.

The couple over there handshaking lies
the best friend watches them dying, starts putting coins in their eyes.

The green felt of home and the "clink" of china orbs recalls more than I have the right to.

Black-balled
Black-balled again
Black-balled again

They painted the walls, buried memories under coats of the latest five paint mix
the words scrawled by the desperate when the desperate need to piss.

A stumbling pin-cushion left his world behind
sat it on a ledge like a threatened suicide

How cool
How cool
How slow fool

I'd call them women and insult the word
another canine shares bed-space with a girl.

The blue glowing concoction like a love-potion brew
A wicked witch
a sleeping beauty
all here from dusk 'til noon.

Look at the way the moths kill the light
they cast their shadows, take all the heat.

Another beer looks like dying to another killer's thirst
another dream is over
another bubble's burst.

A neighbour talks up memories and buries a life in a pit full of words meaning nothing more than my very own.

"Show me the photos then"
satisfy your mind
"Another drink"?
I'm sure I'll find the time

She'd chat up a bourbon, leave a book cover down and unread
like the one from before crying tears in bed.

That family on the tv mounted trophy like above the stains
they're all here, it's Wednesday again
come the Thursday rush it'll be just him and me
she'll be gone to her perch to titter and preen
to count feathers in a boa about a neck sitting like pearls
the constriction hardly felt
she fingers her curls
drains the ginger all whining
and slides a stool so an uncle can give some warmth through mere proximity.

A human juke-box strikes up a mess
a world away the parents undress
spend afternoons humping away restrictions
an appointment with Grandmother, they're busy making decisions.

Can you hear the pinball machine scream it's name?
Drink another one down hide the public's shame.
Drink another one downplay the public's game.

Back to that insomniac from the beer before last
I kiss the stone as I kiss the past
as I kissed her that night.
She moaned, called me "Baby, baby'
"Don't go. Come on baby"
So well rehearsed, promising of love.

The young girl on a beach now cradling hours in chilled palms
her unmuscular arms couldn't hold a dream let alone another me.

Let alone another me
Let alone another me

And left alone another me could find comfort on any bosom
nursed there like a child crying back the years
nursed there like a child holding back the fear
nursed there like child, making sure I got my monies worth
While the walls ears and the doors eyes held secrecy first
before the cab ride
wrapped in Xmas lights of neon, all names and instruction
my vision blurred by the pace of my flight, then distinct and as painful as my destination.

I thought I heard the dog howl again.
It could have been any dog.
It could have been a memory howling for my blood
any penance I now incur far short of all crimes
no forgiveness.
"Oh Lord" my own slow demise mirrors them all
I'm no God, no angel, no haunting demon in dust
I'm just another, alone, haunted by lust.
Send me a sinner
we'll have dinner.
She can have wine, I'll take the water of life
I'll drink from her fountain.

This reverie feels out of place in a tomb where the dead hold court
In the scene where the catchphrase is "Absence of thought".