Posts Tagged ‘shark’

man

Will what makes a man of me

Unmake you as a woman?

An embrace or a head-fuck

The undergirding certainties are crackling like leaves in flame

All so precarious

All so deficient

I’m afraid reality will fall apart

All dreams and schemes collapse to dust

If Trump bombs North Korea

And the whole shit-storm accelerates into apocalypse

And a nuclear missile hits Garden Island

 

Will what makes a man of me

Make me cruel and unforgiving

Is forgiveness weakness?

Is gentle Jesus too meek and mild?

To inspire a man to be a man

When the world is full of baby munching super predatory shark monsters

Victimizing and ripping off all the people who can’t stand up for themselves

It’s scary for gentle people

It’s scary for all people

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devastation

Devastation, any moment, any time

All so random

Plastic moments

Horrid slime

Devastation like a vampire sucks on night

Devastation like a snake lurking in underbrush

Devastation like a shark inhaling blood

Devastation like a werewolf ripping throats

Devastation like a demon straight from hell

Devastation and a stinky festering smell

Electric wookies in each neuron of your brain

Electric earthlight through the centre of your veins

Electric amoeba pulsating through time

Electric tendons stretched out by intensive work

Take me backwards through the echoes of the night

Take me outside and whisper words of fear

Take me down the pub and buy me a beer

I am waiting for a frenzy of blood

I am waiting for a sun-dance of light

Take me downwards and you’ll find that I might

Be devastated

Again and again

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Do your thoughts ever surprise you?

Do they rise up like sharks from you unconscious and bite you in two?

Rendering you paralyzed with fear and paranoia

Are there sweaty poisonous thoughts subtle as ferrets that eat you up from the inside?

Or wild roller-coaster thoughts that trip your skull out to the edge

Do they come as voices and gibber and gape in your cranium?

Telling you to kill yourself or someone else

Don’t do it

Chill the fuck out

It’s just an illusion of the mind

 

peoplewithoutfaces

People without faces
Blank walls of skin interrogating my rickshaw brain
Photo-flash of blood-rivers
Pus oozes from under a scab
Madness tastes like chocolate
Howl against the moonlight sensuously senselessly
Blue-white bloated corpses floating in stagnant water
Open eyes, blank and dumb, stare into infinity

People without faces
Paranoia seeps under the door and over the floor
Skeletal hand on my shoulder squeezes
I’ve got the fear
Atmosphere poisoned and festering
No way to realign my brain-cells into some orderly pattern
Drowning in terror
Too many crazy moons
Watch out Amygdala!
Satan lurks with asylum eyes, horns of brass and teeth like scalpels
A shark waiting to devour souls

People without faces
Icicles of bone
Piles of skulls
Crackle of schizo-affectation
Crinkled miasma in an empty room
Inch deep dust in a crypt
Fester, fester further down the road to death