The price of pliability?
We sink into penury
All for a speaking slot
At UNGASS in NYC
They’re at it again
Another talk shop
Deals on the side
We are sold out
They wax eloquent
Mouthing platitudes
Promising data and gold
Doling mining rights
They return, all smiles
Frequent fliers, all
Praising themselves
Lining up for the buffet
“The Wheel of Fortune” turns
as Kay sang – also the dead are
recycled some faiths believe --
circles upon circles, cycles of
time, history been that, done
that, still is that again and again --
I’ve loved you before, vowed
we eternal, just mouthing “Till Death
Do Us Part”...was it old age or war
our many separations? Is
love better the second time around?
The third, the fourth!? Count life’s
stock certificates, issues of reissues? –
those tears of Rome, of the cross, the washes
of the past are no different from
the floods of today...some do,
some pray...nothing changes!
Hollywood awards its counterfeit
films and compositions – I could
be rich, were I a dishonest mere
study. Imagination far deeper
than an Emmy or Oscar – a new
name means nothing to a recognized
old countenance. “When will they
EVEr Learn?”-- not yet apparently!
Hordes of tiny fish
Nibble at the strands
Dark marmalade feathers
Undulating seductively
Calling all fish
To belong, be part of
A hidden totality
Under the glazed sunlight
Hazarding the shadow
Squeezing through the murk
Feeding our way in
Imagining light
Believing in everything
Eating the darkness
Mouthing the mass
Chemical collages draping the shape
Of a rusting onion
With nothing to say, but
Enjoy your meal.
Unwilling to be deadened
These, as make numb to
Its frequency, first screamed in
World's, for noise, cut through
So you find me, commoner
And true spokesman for
Mouthing ugly, more so, faced;
Horrified before.
Watching a hurricane
won’t get you wet
And reading more Freud
won’t help you forget
Mouthing the words
cannot guarantee sound
Laden with fear
hiding guilt by the pound
Stated intent
broken pathways to roam
Paring good wishes
right down to the bone
New skin in the game
and wounds that won’t heal
Eluding the cries
— and truth unrevealed
(Dreamsleep: January, 2026)
Some go to canberra to look at the sights.'
Some went in 22, to complain on its blights.'
Its a strange old place canberra.' A shop window of sorts.' A (w e f) example of just
What has been bought.' Gee thery are a strange mob in 'that place' but the best place
TWOT'S; to see..And in great numbers; just take it from me, maybe that could become
Passtime.? We'll have to wait and see.'Go up there and (count the TWOTS?) Well you'll get a whole lot.' All in
One place they be .' ( its almost a humanistic zoo) My proverbial God.' Its
TWOT town Australia..' but you need to be in a good
Numbered crew, cause they can be quite savage, wow I'm tellin you.' They
Have been known to be agressive.' To spectators when up close.' I saw a TWOT once
Ram a convoy..Screaming expletives mouthing hatefull boasts..But go on up by all means.!
Just stay protected from ( their cookers ) and
Don't let them know you're counting..Thats a
' thing i'm told; best never done in front of hookers'
Sir Billy Pig’s missing his oats
Miss Piggy Wig’s had hers, she gloats
But she’s looking so rough
Her bum’s full of crap stuff
Its output is brown and it floats!
I’m advised by a pal of mine
To “Never cast pearls before swine”
Or put lipstick on a pig
When it’s mouthing off big
Miss Piggy Wig’s an old bovine!
Lo, coffee breaks can be broken.
Mission impossible, to wit
Negaholics manage the show,
Often bad-mouthing managers.
Plans to relax workers is foiled.
All street lights were turned off tonight
Lost souls wandering to phone light
Mouthing words of reassurance
In twined with a nocturnal dance
Strangers mingle in unison
Until battery life was done
Just as power did reignite
They slipped back into the twilight
In a space reserved for not thinking
a TV blames itself for telling lies to you.
It's another fake cathartic moment.
A wall clock coughs into its hands,
Mouthing a bullet proof prayer -
I waggle limbs into more natural shapes.
Avoid mirrors for a while
until my face settles.
Stamp petulantly
over a not-welcome mat.
The sun has got itself snagged
in shadowy thickets,
a wind sharpens itself
on my nose
perseverance snaps at my heels.
“Go tell it on the mountain”
I speak this uplifting line
while grimacing through a snarl.
Shouldering an invisible load,
climbing a medium-sized mediocre hill.
It takes a whole metaphorical day
just to climb it halfway.
Pause, take a breath.
Try to remember, try to forget,
Try walking backwards for a while.
Never
Miracle Man
10/13/2024
At times I’m guilty of mouthing the word never,
without realizing that never is a time with no end.
I try following it up by saying something clever,
because always, was never what I meant to intend.
You appeared to me
In the guise of a dream
The clouds surrounded your face
You couldn’t be seen it seems-
I knew you were there- for
You touched my very soul
You were direct
You were intentionally bold-
Without mouthing a word
You told me to “be still my child
For I am here, be still for I am near”-
As you are my witness, those are the very words I did, hear
My mind stopped its inward transition
My aches and pains began to dissipate their leave
My fears were replaced with a peaceful disposition
My tears turned into joy, my heart was relieved-
Your light of protection surrounded me
I felt love like I never had before
You filled my life with happiness
You filled my heart with joy-
You came to me in the guise of a dream
The clouds surrounded your face you could not be seen, it seem
Whenever I try to go back to that place and time that used to be
I close my eyes and there you are- surrounded by clouds blocking my regression
There you are once again rescuing me-
Your intelligence is of higher value than trillions of dollars,
Your wisdom can give wiseness to even the worst of dullards,
Your greatness will surely walk into many generations like a good ballard,
Anyone bad-mouthing your success is nothing but a shameless bastard.
The goodness you give is enough to put many hearts in perpetual cheers,
Your good deeds light up darkness in lives like sunlight through a sheer
Many souls are clinging to the thread of life because of the love you generously share,
Prosperity finds a permanent seat in your home on a comfortable chair.
Intelligence wears itself as a beautiful cap on your head,
Your good look attracts love like the plummage of a pretty bird,
Wisdom fills your mouth with the most beautiful words any mouth has ever said,
Your greatness is an enough envy for the living and even the dead.
Handsomeness fits you like a well-sewn suit,
God's blessings make your life appears so sweet,
Good fortunes are hosted in your home in your most cofy suites,
Your kindness removes pains like rubbing a sore with a balm that soothes.
kindly air
big mouthing every throat
lungs suck until drunk
maggie has gone shopping with alexa
they back and forth with girlish glee
while songbirds listen
to the electronic voice of god
aunty agatha went for a naked moonlit walk
the racoons began to chatter
like old men
it was a fairytale ending for her
and now it is a sunday morning
a day to talk to trees
and not listen to the words they say
as if we were all in church
brown walking boots
already smeared with grassy puke
winter bones are showing up
like fingers they point to a cracked pot
on the surface
of a new
more alien moon
A lazy eventide Sitka Sunset
Where the invisible stairway to heaven
Splashes a touch of oil paint on deep blues
As I watch Helios blend radiant commands
How many more Alaskan sunsets must one perform?
Purple psychedelic hues
Greets lucid pink flowing into valleys of honey
Performing a mirrored solo masterpiece on the lake
Streaming rapturous sounds of richness
From stratospheric multi-coloured basslines
Hues so dense, one could cut into fine strips
Meets with standing ovation
As mere mortals gaze high from their amphitheatres
Mouthing the sweet syrup that pours from my haze
Succulent tongue burning coolness
Like an overused plectrum
Encased within Aurora’s twang of fusion
An instrument without strings
The Goddess whose aura never sets
I, should ask for a raise
29/05/23
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