Disenchantment Lullaby

Nothing ever happens
There is no reality
Disenchantment lullaby
Disenchantment lullaby

A World of Wonder

I crushed a tiny flea and wondered how long it had lived. 
I gave a tortoise mouth to mouth on the beach.
I had a dream where planes fell from the sky like flies.
I cannot complain, she was dating an orphan. 
Watch me peel eggs all over myself, watch me eat egg salad from a plastic bag. 
Watch me happy, watch me sad. 
It's time o'clock, you gotta get to that place where you get on the clock.
Shake hands with your watch. 
I can use eye-drops. 
You could have been on Top of the Pops. 
I used to dream a lot, but now I forgot.

Angry Red Worms - The Prequel

The beginning is always the same as the end. The feeling of rolling a tumbler all the way down, and crimping the edges in at the end so it can hold the packet securely, keeping precious coffee inside, pleasing to feeble, planning minds, or creatures so crazy their peers shun them and stop communicating altogether with them; becoming aloof, opening a rift - The beginning is always the same as the end.

These creatures; conspiring, red, angry worms who were red either from anger or from the blood that rushed around inside their tubelike structures, could count. It made them arrogant, unbearable to the other life-suckers, for they could tell them how many years they had left to live. Thus the "plants" and "other animals" made the decision to cut the angry worms off like a blushing lush in a dive bar. And so it was unwritten. And so it was done.

Christmas In July

your indecision
rotates like a spinning top
in orbis terrarum;
ex nihilo nihil fit.
post-quotational phrases
have deeper foundations.

spilling upwards
through a well
the salt of the earth is rising
and the shallow sea
has no more room for salinity

if your sister becomes a witch
it is likely she will paint herself
in arcane woad
and scratch your arms until they bleed

long-fingernailed, she sits in the bathtub
and waits - having no skill for prophecy -
meanwhile crystalline trees of salt spurt
softly from the drains & windows
all becomes a fathomless white morass:
christmas in july.

Train Is Vain

the train pulls into the station;

it becomes unnerved.

rolling slowly towards the speckled onlookers

that crowd the platform's edge.

the weight of its seven carriages

feels heavy on iron shoulders today.

reluctantly, it comes to a silent halt and waits.

exposed in the sun

i am

far from safe tunnels

i am

every inch of wood and metal

there for you to see, to touch, to walk around inside...

shudder as fourteen metal bolts turn

and your fourteen little wooden doors swing open

letting the last lot flood out of you like maggots,

leaving only their filth behind.

more moist, wetfaces clamber forward

with their breathers working overtime:

choking, coughing, sneezing, seething...

their loud stomping feet

and brazen, apelike tube-sounds

confuse and shake you.

all is a sweating, fleshy morass.

you must pack inside you as many as you can

meat-jellys in fibrous suits and suchlike;

cuddle them all the way to the next stop, okay?

and so on and so on until the end of the line...

or the end of time.

International House of Pancake House

Dead cans spray a house of waffles
Which, slowly sinking into buttered lake
Becomes a wraith that sucks soulward, and heavy.

Being dreaded fully gives germs lucidity to run -
But hot buttered souls still stick in waffle-sun.

For JMV

deft-flecker
you usher of tones;
paint must grow in wells
between your toes.

Mr. Underhatch

Dropping down in underhatch
Slick wrist shakes
Smoky subterraneum
Blackened by fire
Enslaved
Your wet heat bubbles broth
Frothing forth
In streams that fill buckets
And overflowing

Wonder-Life

It is one of the wonders of human existence that there are some thoughts that cannot be finished in a lifetime, and that interpretation is an ongoing happening that lasts just this long.

Thought

Grasping clear handles underwater
Your mind wavers like uncertain sunlight-

Weight of Expectation

Weight of expectation
Leaning forward;
Homogeneous culture inclined
Technologically introverted
Machine-fed
Calculus commando
Suburban cyborg
Adaptable in microseconds
They will invent new measurements to keep pace with us.