six ways out

I think i’m going bananas

All i can see is yellow

Its like a cheesy grin

like monkeys doing sumasults

like hearing Bob Marley sing every little thing is gonna be alrite

like slipping up and looking like a fool

like being peeled and standing naked

like breakfast on the go

like biting in to a romantic comedy

like a posh woman’s fart

like green then yellow then brown then black

like being part of the pack

like being picked

being sold

being displayed

being wasted

being left to rot

like the space between the ground and and your feet

like happyness shining through the eyes of the unhappy

Dead-End

Sometimes journeys end
Before they are halfway through
Hearts crack silently

The hot sun descends
Inky black replaces blue
Warmth is memory

When mighty pens slip
Sword wounds open. Fates are sealed
Conciousness altered

But we are equipped
My comrades, we will be healed
We will not falter

The writings on the wall

Trapped in front of familiar faces,

mind racing desperatly retracing,

how on my part was their miscalculation,

the penny was dropping…but i still had time for preparation!?

Intuition had left my side, oblivious to the door knocks revelations,

my ship sailing in calm waters drifting towards the fall,

as time stood still, I realised the cost…

the penny had already dropped.

No route for escaping,

1 piece of evidence clenched in her hand remaining,

betrayed by ink stains on paper,

1piece that eluded my radar,

1letter, stronger than a signiture,

more devastating than the force of a tsunami,

in one slow motion moment I was exposed,

nolonger others play dough

but removal of my halo,

no choice, the dots had been connected to reveal the full picture,

my soul burning, trying to protect an unknown freedom,

boldly going where some had been before…i think so (wasn’t sure)

just an avenue I had to explore…

I told myself as i was booted out the door.

But don’t underestimate fear,

it had prepared me from before,

opened my eyes to the writing on the wall.

Shopping list

Yorkie bar
Blackjacks
1 red rose
Bananas
Sunflower seeds
Baklava

Empty Shoe

Dirty as a mud-wrestling chimney sweep
As full of history as a meteor
A war with no soldiers
A crying child with the volume turned down
Like a tomb
Like a tumour
Like a womb
Like a rumour
Like a crossword puzzle with only the down clues
Like a nosebleed that won’t be stemmed
Like a door with nobody behind it
Which nobody ever knocks on

Connect Four

I walked across the desert till my feet were blistered
I listened to the message that the windvoice whispered
It said ‘Love is a bomb you shouldn’t try to defuse
Say “No” to drugs and look after your shoes’

I’m playful and funky and check me out! I’m hunky
I’m a blackjack addict but I’m not a junkie
Call these people prophets? You’re living in fantasy
Want wisdom in your heart? I’m the man to see…

the stair prophet

I’m the number 1 prophet i don’t wear flares

but i suggest you walk up them stairs

where there’s wisdom and things like dreams that come true

and all i suggest is you dont fall through!

Prophet Bloom

He wears only a single shoe.
He smells of stale amyl nitrate.
He has no money; he needs none.
He brings us filthy water. We will drink it.
He brings us empty things. We must refill them.
He will turn us into temporary gods. We will vomit because of it.

I went to the desert and…

…I couldn’t tell what size it was
…I touched dead things
…Disappeared into it
…Felt ashamed
…Everyone forget my name
…It was far too close to home