Friday, December 20, 2013

Prophet & Gain

when religion rubs
itself over some
pornographers joke.

I see faced,
licking G-d
with a big gee,
just in case.

Wednesday, October 09, 2013

The War of Art

Rustic hues, on canvas lift
the barrage, then the tonal shift
indifferent to the textured strain
of scratched in men, who fall again

Invictus, through poetic wake
a parable, for no ones sake
the rhythm running through the line
that failed to hold, despite the rhyme

Exposure, in a brittle light
the kodak, and the bakelite
a glossy situation turned
to weekly sales and children burned

Saturday, April 20, 2013

A Dream of Pyongyang

A Dream of Pyongyang

I Took a walk through old Pyongyang
a package tour, a secret sign
a party of surreal control
four hundred floors for me to climb

Consider, I was led by Kim
to forge a statement tall and slim
I made the point, he failed to see
but made the point right back at me

I sat by Leonard on a tram
and noticed when he tapped my hand
the beauty of his weaponry
the beauty of some prophecy

Saturday, January 26, 2013


Sweetest is the evening
that entertains a lie
a blessing hid in open view
a curse laid in disguise
we carry on together
though neither of us bound
by winters holy sorrow
nor summers needy crown

I follow you, and even though
your heart cannot be bound
to winters holy sorrow
and summers needy crown
She whispered in my ear something warm and sharp Fixed circumstances aside, I felt my way along dark promises soft issues broken lies

Saturday, March 17, 2012

Your body wrought, with senses light
and eyes that saw a shadow
of another time.
I kiss the dark beneath each one
then trace the lines around them
with my swollen lips.
It wasn’t on my mind at all
I swear I only touched you
in a certain way.
Yet in the past I coined the phrase
that formed very core
of notoriety.

Monday, January 02, 2012

The Moon lay on its back
as if the rushes of love had
exhausted all patience.

Rumours of death slipped
unnoticed from the lips
of children, while Erebus
danced from one slaughtered
family to the next.

Saturday, October 22, 2011

There’s a war coming but not like the last
The pigeons are painted like doves for a laugh
Everyone’s frightened but nobody cares
The zealots are moving, they’re marching in pairs

They’re marching for freedom, marching for fun
Marching their boots to the ruin of a drum
Marching to motivate, marching in rhyme
And the whole damned world is marching in time

There’s a war coming just over the hill
It’s almost upon us, but lies very still