Yesterday I was being bombarded
by a tiny annoying buzzing kamikaze pilot
Sounding like a mosquito on speed
it divebombed both of my ears
I swatted at it several times, thinking I would be stung or bitten
Finally caught a glimpse of the aircraft
it was a teeny tiny gray hummingbird
did he think I was a flower?
A Kamikaze peddler
Who follows his nose
fluorescent green Lycra
A middle finger he shows
Slower than a snail
As wide as truck
Forget the highway code
He pushes his luck.
Side by side they pedal
Three or four deep
Then they become violent
If you give them a beep
They own the road
and there’s no mistake
Zip through red lights
No prisoners they take
Danger personified
Full speed ahead
And then they wonder
Why motorists see red.
The bike’s abandoned
He washes his hands
Peels off his Lycra
He’s got urgent plans
Jumps in his car
To go somewhere fast
A slight incline
He just can’t pass
In front is a pedlar
And It’s Karma at last.
David Cox 11/05/25
who would of thought that
the tiny flying creatures could
mistake clear windows
"kamikaze"
Isn’t it odd
how you always gravitate back to me,
I circle your mind like a helicopter
you watch me
like a moth
attracted to flames,
lit in succulent tender air waves
the others will state their absolute grievances,
it’s a force majeure for preconceived
unaccountable and unavoidable catastrophes
but We,
persist, We,
kamikaze
all artificial
and unintelligent,
other side of the wall
reasoning
bows,
to Love,
always
Love,
gravitates,
persists,
calls us all in
just as debutantes,
there We are,
our insides shining out,
illogically
semi-public
so un-upperclassed,
We are, barefeet dancing
under eye-glass boiling,
serious insects
quartered illogically
'neath microscope petri'd
kamikaze
Love
calls Us all in
debutantes
illogically
troped
“Juliet is the Sun!”,
espouses Romeo;
little does he know,
She is more
than a
soft black-holed velvet galaxy
She's a
Universe, diamond sharp
turned inside out
Candide Diderot. ‘24
OH THAT MY MOUTH WOULD NOT BETRAY MY HEART AND MY ACTIONS CONFUSE INTENT. MAYBE THEN I COULD MAKE YOU SEE THE WAY MY SOUL CRIES OUT FOR YOU.
hot day of happy
feeding frenzy of koi fish
minnows die relieved
One of the mysteries in the history of man
Kamikaze pilots wearing helmets, I don't understand
To live and to die
For the Emperor, they cry
Unimaginable to us but for the glory of Japan
Sun visits in sharp fractal shadows through the oaks
Lunate leaves glide effortlessly toward her mushrooms
Raining leaf flow is constant, scarlet and amber go next.
Xiphoid brown performs perfect kamikaze from Cottonwood
The air is cooler today, squirrels are chattering their delight.
Chasing through leaf piles. I begin to see their high up nests.
Contrast to tree bark which has turned slim and dark.
Vitriform spider web glistens with a pronounced shininess
Moist from gentle rain on this Thanksgiving week.
Soul.
How useless.
The essence and smell of mortality is released in death.
Those who have no good reason to live,
Live only by sense of superiority
Supported by sheer unbridled arrogance, raw and rank,
but the only proof of life.
die quick
die soon,
die incomplete
as death remains whole and total
I have no blood
I have no heart
Only a red sea in my chest
Tide in highs and lows
Every single second
At the beckoning of a moon
Behind the very sky.
Pulled by things unseen
Plucking feathers clean
Pruning vanity clipping pride
Silencing remarks so snide.
In the end I’ll be a nomad
Walking ever inland
To where the gardens grow
I’ll have no grass to mow
Only seeds to sow.
Come with me
Come one come all
Untie the dreams safely moored
Let them risk open waters
And swift unseen currents.
Be swept away by the music
That’s played in the background
Of your dreams.
Be the kamikaze
That forgot to say goodbye
Overwhelmed by the importance
Of the task at hand.
ough, two the window two to shore
rrgh..hey penny one penny tri penny three
elegant hands stay with the script
repeat stage 1,2,3...
Molech was here he was gone for a while
Sunshine boy
Brother Moon & Sister Sun,
remember me in times like these
Kamikaze
to be set free
Molech screams
eating delicious ice cream
tragedy
calamity
stand next to me
I go pee pee
poopy, cocky, stinky chesse
poopy cokcky, stinky cheese....
Kamikaze
with flames to please
after the parade
the fat lady sings
Kamikaze
take her lead
watch as I bleed
craving every need
follow me
follow me
in sincerity
Kamikaze
One of the greatest mysteries in the history of man
Why kamikaze pilots wore helmets, they didn't give a damn
For the Emperor, they cried
They were prepared to die
Unimaginable to us but for the glory of Japan
I was shaken, my jingle bells taken, ornaments on a runaway corporate sleigh
It had nitrous oxide, investors selling so high, stuffing stockings with my pay
There were elves with cleavage, garters and high heels, twirling on candy canes
And then there was Santa, 10,000 I fathom, having a Bud and watching the game
Oh what have I done, my mistletoe belt buckle undone, clutching a coupon in pain
From my confusion arose, a few sticky ho ho’s, caroling Christmas has come again
Frozen my chatter, this rooftop never fatter, held hostage by a holiday of cheer
Building superstores for a thrill, reindeer on the grill, our 24 hour savior is here
I threw open the door, red tagged a commercial whore, a price check I was needing
Not to my surprise, this place had supersize fries, and just a hint of insider breeding
Cross-eyed speaking, restroom reeking, why the see-through thong with the GPS
Kamikaze carts diving, my crippled heels crying, damn you people for having sex
Bruised and battered, a world raptured, by a fat man with a bulging sack
Barbies with inflatable boobies, Hentai movies, Christ please hurry back
We lay watch dogs down into
The center of society
Anticipating explosions in the horizon
Refusing to acknowledge the bomb
Clutched firmly in our sweaty hands
We
We
We
Are so busy focusing
Outside of the looking glass
Preening our feathers and cocking our guns
What exactly are we looking for?
Peering past the homeless, the children
Illiterate people squinting past the stop signs
The hustlers, babies in gangster uniforms
Beaches receding like the hairline on the Statue of Liberty
Our way of thinking
Is getting old
Textbooks used as decorations
Knowledge chokes on itself
Masters dripping profanity
From the urban streets
College board refuses to look past
Test scores and Congress
Denies
The abilities to suspend
Disbelief
Ghetto
Stereos blast unseemly
Prophecies
That we are clamoring to fulfill
America invented the business of
Selling and buying souls
Creating a Monster
The country of vanity and self-inflated egos
Unable to stop ourselves
From creating our own
Tragedies
Believe all I am
Believing will
Believe in the end
If I let it kill
I take a front seat in the passing car
Deception’s breath will drive it far
If I give it a reason, give it hate
The blood red wheels will repel the wait
Destroying the truth because it was never real
This is what I think and I’ll make you feel
I suffer in my mind, in my head
I’ll release the evil and let it spread
This is all that I could ever be
Everything else could never free me
The psycho killer, the devil’s son
Converting blind faith with an invisible gun
Kamikaze happy, pilot of sin
Laughing at those that pull me in
I’ll take your hope and rust your heart
Believe your pain and it will start
The end of the world, the end of me
Smiling because you could never see
Stealing your love, depriving you
I have become everything I have to
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