Selfishness

As in using others
To fill the hole in your heart
demanding they be a character
in your own myth.
And dragging them down
Forcing them to hide their atomic core
So they push it out
And then they're there
Up on the moon
Crafting their own doom
Having blasted into the sky.
With friends manning the station,
We all fly close to the sun.

Little Radio Come to Life

Im a watcher
Like a little listener, sniffer
Breather in,
Gasper, swimmer, deep sea diver,
Growling at the bottom.
Therefore
I am a faker at the top
mismatched, everything about money,
trapped in cap
in hand
Fighting a square peg
Ding thats the bell
A little lizard on a tree
Smashed up next day
14 wheeler
who knew?
Static on radio flip
back to
adverts
Flip static
Static
Im a watcher.
Im an exhaler. 

Expectations of Genius

My little sea
Over there, past the beach,
Flags of umbrellas
Planted
Dunes of fools. No
not fools
I write myself into a corner,
No, not a corner
A cliff edge,
to jump from
Into my lonely little sea.
Theres a scotsman behind me in this
Beach Bar
draft ale over us both 
A scotsman, no
A tourist.
Bukowski owns Bukowski
I want to own the sea
In it, evidence of God,
I'll swim about-
You spear me,
No,
Spare me, Romeo

fireworks

and little moments!
struggling
masochistic gearstick
to write down this thought
driving 50 towards a bend
will i turn or
will it write itself   ?

Wandering

Any old bastard can die
alone, conquering heros especially
to make it home,
aye, thats the rub.

God is Not Angry

After all the buttercream
is swept off the interstate highway
Im bumping and rolling
along in my little own Ford
Commandeered by a glint in my eye
gone mad mad mad
free
from dreary England
The great lord Catharsis
watches over me.
Greek probably, dem Greeks, huh

"GOD IS NOT ANGRY"
Blurts a sign, more
chamber silo cruise missile singularity black hole supernova
than billboard.
the clouds above my head
are for American Americans to walk on
Blown about on trade winds
Dare ye breathe
a word?

Flies

Im sitting in the Florida heat
by the
pool
Flicking flies off
my chest
Getting looks
from behind the
net curtains
hung up on
backdoor windows
I could be writing a poem
Setting the distances
Between whats
really nothing
and what
needing Something
But im flicking flies off my chest
Its a slow nothing
I guess thats something. 

Outreach Programs

Hysterical reunions
Please remind me
Laughing at my, your praise
and blame hidden
manic smiles
all over defense
confi-dense
tricking oneself wildly
entitled to another lovelight
into moonsunk mirror shards.

to bring us togethr
so closeweare
I cant tell
where we both begin?

Far better to distance ourselves with difference, no?

Seatbelts on Aeroplanes

Seatbelts on aeroplanes
Designed to keep you
Safe
Safe, not going to die,
Just Safe.

Practically speaking,
Safe when nosediving
Upsidedown
Pulling 9G
and breaking up over the southern pacific.

People need to populate the world
with reminders that
they speak the same language
call and respond with:
"HELP, IM FUCKING TERRIFIED".

Ladies and gentlemen
Your captain has turned the seatbelt sign on
Please groan and consider yourself
exempt on moral
high grounds.

All Expenses Paid

Vindication
Will not come cheap
or from the ones you seek
To send your shadow sprawling.

For nobody
Will risk their heart breaking
For the sake of one young man's power.

Give up
That
Which grants false hope
And holds fast to struggle.

True hope has no price,
Is hopeless.
As your shadow lies behind you,
Facing the Great Eastern Sun.

She told you,
Just as you were listening
To love songs on the radio,
You dont know how.
What bright blasts!
And riptides,
That hug me to death.

Claiming Fearlessness-
You sought another dream
But not moving through
Absence of.
Like driving drunk,
Sunk whilst top-heavy

What grand gravity
Keeps a needle
Balanced on a thread
With such pointed tip
Knife wielding?

Whatever gravitas
A tightrope walker has
It's nothing if
They dont get back on.