We were supposed to go out of the world, into ourselves
but instead we
went out of ourselves and into the world.

Winter Song

In winters heart lies 

a rueful wretch 

with many

names, none to be particularly

fearful of

death and the 

manure of rebirth

sauntering over hell

in pagan woods

recurrence yes

but eternal?

What brought me here, so Removed from my fate?

A lugubrious lecture on Daoism puts me to musing,  perhaps happy as only a madman 

can be in an audience, smirking while thinking of other things

To see why a dog doesn't eat clementines I pounce on the orange flesh
and tear at it with piercing teeth, hands beneath the table. We both have canines in the corners.

This bar full of boring intentions, a meditation leaning post. The arrogance of humanity

at full beam.  This is what dim lighting seeks to address. 

What too drink.. all too ghastly when not in the rhythm..scotch, gin, gay light rum, smoothest thrice filtered Irish dews.  Cochise would abhor this fate

you could say international finance has become quantum physics, its about movement, speed and not any substantial location, or to paraphrase Heraclitus, there is nothing wrong with the world, its just men who think these things.

 C                         C7

I aint promising you the earth

G                              D

I aint even promising you the u.s.a

All the great french books on alchemy

Saint germain, Sadoul, de Rola, Fulcanelli

He Walked to Jerusalem

Barefoot

from Nancy Brat

Seperate the real thing

From the wishfull thinking

Life is serious

But art is gay

There you are

Legitimising

hell again

Harsh words,

Best ignored

Hesitate and you're

wiped

black trees

In the blue seas

Below, are

digitised tears

Streets wide with

Illiterate confetti

Liebe Orchidee

Glamour leaps out of the

Pools of her eyes

its not always what you express 

that shews the real intention beneath

To be in the foregaze of

shadow pamphleteers

it has never felt as hollow as 

it does now

yet.  

now cladded in warm manure,

worried the romantic veneer would 

evaporate, the Rommeer polish

The old jail is now a new hotel,

room service continues.

Into Eternity Unawares

To arise mutally

The sky is, in a way

The mother of the stars

Of course no woman is a mother

Until she has child

Space doesn't come to be

Matrix of the world 

Until there is a thing to nurture 

Opposites arise mutually.