Painting the frown; Dread.


Shifting the gear,
clutching at nostrils.
Eight hours;
of undulating, pedalled pleasure.
Communally imbibing Christ’s
blood, like, twelve apostles.
Resurrection; found in a spirit’s –
double measure…

A snifter of hope –
blown into a smoky bottle.
Three graveyard shifts later,
the zombie’s bottleneck is throttled.
Followed by –
three days of manic, forsaken terror.
The fear imprisoned mind;
crucified; by pedantic Aristotle…

Painting the frown;
Dread.
A beer-goggled gaze –
locks onto a clown’s ruby-red smile.
Brushstrokes of panic,
turn the landscape;
a greyer shade of lead.
Judah’s lion, and, lioness;
have already been defiled.
The fledgling doves;
have found heavenly peace –
as; vertically, they have fled…

But, for, we – desolate few;
escape is futile.
Eden has gone.
From, ethereal garden, to, shed.
All trees, plants,
flowers, bushes,
and, wooden panels,
have been collectively burnt, and, shred.
By pasty, secateur-ing devils – that beguile.
Who ask for details,
to stop, and, search,
the saintly, for a while…

Cuff, beat, confine, and, brutalise,
without proving need; the “lowerbred”.
In their eyes,
a twinkling morning star,
cast us down.
But, righteous children; always rise.
Ascending high above –
Babylon’s screaming, burning lies.
Losing blueish, busied noses,
to spite;
in the face of systematic –
destruction, and, denial.



Anti-kaleidoscopic


A constant fight; betwixt dark and light.

Ideas spark and linger.

Music, symphonies, singers.

Memories; dance, then, dissolve

into solutions, some warm and some cold,

creating a tepid potion,

a tumultuous, sloshing ocean,

of notions that decant and, then, go.

An absence of colour is met

with residual grief and regret,

a brick-less prison built upon debt.

Indebted solely to hope; within my mind’s anti-kaleidoscope.


An always unfair fight; betwixt dark and light.

The evil, selfish and greedy

extort the ill and the needy.

The powerful grease the wheels

to pedal their sordid deals,

and, colonisers who claim ground,

in Irony’s backyard and playground,

make lies; truth, and, beggared belief; real.

A pauper eating his hat from a clothes line,

pays in melancholy, fined for a lifetime,

while the rich quaff liquid joy, as they fine-dine,

lasso and Tug-the-Poor, without a rope; within society’s anti-kaleidoscope.


An existential fight; betwixt dark and light.

A tired, weary, bleeding planet,

as Satanic drills penetrate the granite.

Currency denoting worth,

and, ideologies of owning water and turf,

meant destruction of sea, air and land;

all bearing imprints of human hands.

Indelible marks that scourge the Earth;

soured, painful, acidic,

drunken, excessive, paralytic,

consumer, consuming, parasitic.

A plastic species, that especially interlopes; within a worldly anti-kaleidoscope.


An intergalactic fight; betwixt dark and light.

Infinity has a wicked sense of humour,

to implant us; a pitch-black-hearted tumour

in a solar system, in the Milky Way,

and, not a black hole where true darkness plays.

The macabre punchline is yet to come,

when darkness falls on stars and suns,

and, the galaxies that reached and stretched,

are grasped in the longing hands of death.

Waiting infinite time is not long… For some.

When you’ve seen stars burn bright, and, then, collapse,

comets and planets collide and crash,

creation, life and death in one laughing gasp.

There’s no end to an empty, spacious joke; within a universal anti-kaleidoscope.


Babylonian Cheeks


Cheesy moon at midnight pings

it’s beams down

upon a colourful commonplace town

pavement shimmering with blood and teeth

policemen oinking hearty.


Slipping

upon ripe banana skin

the fall – opens the flesh

fracturing bone

but, also, opening minds

coincidentally

courage

could never before

see our age

unified and advantageous.


– black and yellow meets red and white –


A wasp with great insight stings

a shrieking clown

his big lipstick smile made into a deathly frown

pass the parcel and the EpiPen, please,

at a child’s birthday party.


Foraging the dark arts

bold and free; golden,

exiting the mental metal cage

with toughened knuckles

and white-hot sharpened senses

ready to redden

Babylonian cheeks

angrily

in a manner

most outrageous.