laughter takes the misery from truth, truth puts the ink in the pen and he sits with no ink, not even a pen, and far from a truth.
see each other
in private
start thinking
about each
other during
the day
tell close friend
see each
other in
public
know you
are going
to be together
forever after
trying to leave
share each
other to
the world
no one gives
a shit
The stray dogs make
me want to write
poetry
the men smile
but rarely
they are kind,
kinder than
we are to
them when the
roles are
reversed
hawks circle
the sky for
rodents,
the women
don’t look
at me,
they have the
same amount
of intrigue for
me as they
do the stray dogs
a man looked
at me from the
bus and licked
his lips,
I pointed
at him and
laughed,
he laughed
too
porn sites
are banned
here
the cats
are meowing
outside my window
in unison
I might have to
answer their calls
and fuck them
The lights
from the buildings
selling jewellery
keep the men who
lay in the dirt
awake.
The absurdity
of humans
doesn’t
make me feel better
or worse
as I step over
and walk beside
them
feeling sad for myself.
I laugh at the moon
that used to
remind me of you,
I guess it still does.
If tears had words then
they’d be spoken.
Instead I just watch
silently
as they fall
down my face.
I sit in the comfort
of another mans dream,
borrow the current
of the forces behind
him.
The mountain
is a wall of
trees,
light gives their
brilliance depth
Poetry & prose,
the narcissist pose,
hungry die
before their
nails can grow,
searching for a
home,
somewhere to go
the pipe smokes
as if there is a new pope,
high on life and
drugs
The spirits are
here in green
and yellow
legs crossed
the energy
finds my
hip
that’s shouting
pleading
for forgiveness
and to surrender
to enlightenment
the lost children
kill themselves as
the dark energy
owns their owners
the lost children
are deserted by
the monk in the mountains
the loving mother
wears the punches
of their father
the lost father
lives his sacrifices
through the actions
of you
everyone must die
having lived or have not
they tell me what Shakespeare
meant with the words he made up
they tell me what my liver is doing,
the sugar in my blood,
the fat in my tongue
and the thirst of a drowning abdomen
they cant get the laugher so they
slaughter the serious,
the blood pours like juice
on the vegans eating chemicals
to save the cow they would never touch,
the jester gets killed by the
poison intended for the king.
they pity the weak through pity so weak
I sit in another mans dream, manifesting
my own, I ridicule my intellect
with my intellect, I kill false prophets
as a false prophet, I cry of acceptance and
they call it delusion, I snub the beggar
and they call it privilege, I smile at
life because death is coming, I smile
at death because death is coming.
the Argentinian playing
drums sit beside me,
my self worth sees it
as pity.
I think she likes me
but fools fall in
love with kindess
too easily.
the dutch lass
has eyes of
excitement,
brown filled
with tomorrow
She asked me
to come to her gig
where she plays a clapbox,
the way she plays makes me
so happy.
sitting on the box I
imagine her riding me.
She is lovely and polite
but to everybody
I'm a rabbit
in a bear trap
bragging to
my friends
about the sweets
that enticed me
the dutch
is fascinated by me
as if men before
were poor attempts
you can think
you can paint
you write
you are an old soul
you can have conversation
she says this
but I know time will
kill them all
a bug dies in my beer and reminds me of my pop
Sorry I didn’t get to say goodbye,
thanks for another great performance, I message like a weasel
you were kissing your friend as I left, she said
I know, but i fall in love with you
your mouth was wrong?
ahh, the wanted Australian who
sits in the corner like
a mushroom too scared
to speak and no talent to sing.
the rabbit feels bad in the
trap for betraying the
illusion
my Dutchwoman tastes
like champagne to
the second best
As long as it gets me drunk
He sits in the middle
of no where and
somewhere at the
same place,
leaving every few breaths
to quicken them.
alone, lonely
but company
would only make
him lonelier
so what else?
reading,
writing,
watching,
thinking,
drinking,
smoking,
walking,
they’d all exhausted
themselves out
and an inspiration
was on the end
of something
that may never end
tired,
coming down from
being god yesterday…
No one to give it
all up to but a word. words…
looking as stupid as him
on the page
laughter takes the misery from truth
truth puts the ink in the pen
and he sits with no ink,
not even a pen,
and far from a truth.
He laughs,
fakes it,
almost feels real.
a good leader
and manic schizophrenic
alike;
assess all options
the illusion of time
panics the animal.
He sits in the middle
of no where,
far from home
and never closer.
May I ask you a question?
just did…
Sure, so now that I have
your attention may
I ask something
that is a little
bit personal?
go on then…
Can I ask you if you have ever had sex?
Yeah…
Is it good?
Its pretty good, yeah…
Can I ask you another question? sir?
Yes…
What condom company did you use?
As an anti-establishment figure I don’t
recall the brand, nor the packet,
and ill be honest I don’t wear
them…
You have babies?
no…
Where do babies go?
in her gob…
What's gob?
mouth…
You squirt into her mouth your babies?
If she is up for it…
Why do girls do this?
Why not?...
Western girls are crazy no?
They’re all crazy brother…
I want western girl with big round ass.
Same…
You like ass?
Yeah…
You like boy ass?
Nah...
I like any ass.
fair enough…
you not gay?
not in the way you mean…
you have big dick?
Gets me by…
Can I see?
no…
ok sir.
This is gonna be
a bigger bust
than what
we first
thought!
the detective said to the other
as they sit in the corner of a
café in India
dirk voisenhousen
was the senior,
66 years of
age
and
drew smirkenshine
was the junior
at 57 years
they had been
partners
for 39 years!
next year they are
planning a family
holiday for celebration
and the office wont
chip in but they
didn’t mind
but the wives
did!
Theyre putting
the hash beneath the
speaker,
loads
of it,
blokes play cards
watching the
cricket on
their phones,
dark and dingy,
in colour
and spirit.
They stand up in a group and huddle
and shuffle and one grabs the chunk.
dirk and drew sit
in the corner
undercover
both smoking
hash to fit in
Dirk leans over
and kisses drew
drew says,
what are you doing?
I couldnt resist you
beneath the moon
light when this drug
is floating me
to Nirvana
well, quit it, said drew
its gay!
Dirk and Drew
got back to headquarters
and told them about
the drug cartel
and
no one cared
as they went
to their separate
homes,
parting ways
for the first
time in 6 weeks
dirk says,
well, that was a waste of time...
drew kissed him
on the lips and
said,
no it wasn’t
Dirk skipped to his car
and home to his boring
FEMALE
Drew had butterflies
in his stomach
which his FEMALE
quickly drowned
Dirk and Drew,
two closet fag
detectives
going on little
irrelevant trips
funded by the
tax payer
and that judge, is why I don’t pay it.
drink 20 beers,
have enough courage
to win another drunk
over,
fall asleep before
sex,
wake up with sore stomach
full of the beers bubbles that
want to shout as they
leave your ass,
grab hers,
smell her skin and
cheap make up that
stains the white sheets,
hair coarse like a horses
tail from spray,
get her going with your fingers,
everything as dry as a
savages heel,
cock arrives,
she is on top now,
weight of her pushing
against your stomach,
scared you will fart…
gross to you mostly,
cock fucks off,
tell her sorry,
need water,
back sweat mixes with
her makeup on the white sheets,
take a piss and say you have to leave,
walk to the train station under
the sun that feels warmer
to you than anybody,
long hilarious fart that
brings almost no relief,
go home and try and
feel ok,
don’t,
until you do,
then you watch porn and wish you had
someone to fuck,
laugh at the fact you did,
laugh at reality,
laugh at yourself
and cum on your guts
until the humour is gone
or as pure as it ever will be.
