ben e king revisited

here's benny!

demon eyes see

crash thru' the bush

branches broken

between teeth leaves 

catching time

hold the breakthru'

here, the centre of universe

what you see is what you get

dragons, snakes, blood, devils

flux of desire and death

a girl smoking...

role...distraction

 

still water still drowns 

depths unfathomed

beauty not easily  found

but easily lost

here i am

a prospective ant's nest

in words, from words, to words

the moon half

body shifts, waiting

a boat, static

an indulgence for the pilot

an expression of vacation

absent being

a holiday

the god is pre/sent

pa, pa, pan!

danger

children ignore the signs; hang

from branches over ice cold water then

drop, immortal,

plunging into darkness, eyes shut tight,

gasp, hearts stop; push,

bodies break the surface. this

is unbelievable. scramble for the bank;

the echo of screams dying only now,

rush to do it all again...

expect someone to die now.

we’ve heard this, how someone got caught,

their foot

entangled. they drown or fall,

        and we,

warned. still the thrill of cheating death

remains alive

right now i’m on my roof,

               ready to leap.

off with our heads

inside
the criminal decision
not to act
or speak
or whatever
turns and returns
wound open
slow repetitive
nagging twists

/hipster b/

the frame of reference
recurring equation
i spill the ink like ejaculate
i take my coffee
e-jac-u-latte

document 25052012

piano is the heart, is the soul,
resonance revealed

street drunk with dog
skin too red too soon
eyes blanked w/ need

and my heart is being broken
again, again,

by the piano
by the joanna man

i have spent
done and dusted
dream impossible things
make impossible connections

the song defines need, loss, anger
eyes wide, impossible, open
as soon as we look in the eyes we know
another impossible

this space is always longing
this reverb
of memory and reflection

in the end
the end

action speaks

in place of love
pain
in place of thought
work
in place of words
music

in the end
nothing
the whispered last
breath

left hanging

and the crime of living
an endless childhood
always spiralling
to this full stop.