Monday, 17 March 2014










Don't know what these women are
looking for
Don't know what they got
in their drawers
Everything is worthless now,
smoking cigars in 4x4's

Who's overwrought,
self-contained &
overbought ?
Sitting on the rooftop
of a dream
praying for the
astral body of a dead cat,
or souls whose only liberation
is interminable Saturnalia



















Monday, 10 February 2014


Everyone goes to the pacific coast
to work for the dead or die
In the west lies death,
in the east lies life.
Running away from the sins
of the father,
or running toward.



Sunday, 5 January 2014

Truth be a martyr tonight




Truth be a martyr tonight,
and virgins be hostage
Make way for the fit
rage against the meek
stomping down peasants
risen by Luther to revolt


Put to fire and sword
with barbarian tumult
directed inward.
Cromwell at Drogheda
Sons of Attila,
rebelling against Christendom,
relishing in rancour.








Tuesday, 10 December 2013

Vexmass



She died
at the drop of a cat.
at the top of the stair
on a moonlit night
the cat sat on the chair
and shat shit on hair
She chose to recieve
them as a dying god



Sunday, 17 November 2013

Sod it all



There's no more
Gators in the gazebos
we're all destined to collapse
in sludge and slurry;
all talk is sod
just as my cigars
won't unwind



Sunday, 10 November 2013

Ode to silent Sundays





Laydown your plastic poppies,
wreathes of sage, 
mandrake, mangrove & juniper
Lead the procession
this is our only religion,
the only excuse left 
for silence
have a wet lunch after 
in the Commonwealth club.

Paschendale
almost smacks like a sheeshy 
boulevard of cocktails
We love the empire of the dead




Rember real poppies ?   Not too worry, this is one tradition thats more popular than ever

 http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/entertainment-arts-24909889


Saturday, 2 November 2013

Ishtar




By the laws of physics
 it is the ultimate destroyer of worlds
it is the female aspect of the universe
whence things come into creation,
and where things go unto destruction.

Her name's McClaine but
she likes only straight bourbon

Life is a beaut
but it wouldn't be if we
weren't destined to die
ergo, it is ugly
when
we think of only the
material as immortal
As if the Americans
put these highways between us
only to illustrate the fall of man

when we value
the veil, matter
over mind


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