true targets

Silent stories conspire
To tell me that I’m the only one that this hard for
An awareness staring
Image distorted in a mirrored hall
Hypnotised detectives raising to aim at one another
And the man with the safety word stands, back to the wood panels
A true target accidentally found
Talked toward a world removed from the old
Then closed the loop again and couldn’t squeeze through the whole
Talking again
Talking again
There he goes with that talking again
 
Rereading dialogue from last season’s scripts
Annotating the subject debated
Selves on sleeves free form idea arrangement
That was just masquerade
Seems he’d forgotten how to play
Said what he meant
Said what he meant
And felt something too
Shell Shocked by the callous shot from the pedestal
Flesh torn
Still standing
Soaked in swallowed pride and alcohol
And Talking again
Talking again

wilson

The scars on your face spoke to me

Your hands, the most distressed leather, still steely strong

The weight of age has never broken and rarely even bowed you

A mother of light

Shuffling your dominion,

One pace this way creating a feasting table

One brushed gesture this, shaping a worshipping place

The honeycomb sacrament sucked dry

Coats every surface

A vehicle for that sweet sentiment

That we don’t share the words for

And I’d never finish it all but I carried it as far I could

Worker corpses and all, in a powdered milk tin

To a hotel bed where fever took me

And my departure began,

A parting meeting with a boy called Smoke

And a thousand things that I’ll never know

The structure of stories etched into your skin

A parchment legacy, a living lineage

Matching the radiant youth,

Hope for Hope, Smile for Smile

Balanced in equal beauty whilst I float between

And slowly drift away

A thin line connected to your fates barely holding

Growing colder, more strictly defined

And somehow brighter, I outline designs

To make it shine, embellished

But that which connects also separates

And touch can’t always match taste

So I hold a honeycomb memory underneath my tongue

Growing sweeter as every line marks my face,

Mountain Top

They’re talking about you placing blame

But they don’t even know your name

That was written in the ink of a scholar

At the bottom of a declaration saying never shall I follow

Asking sometimes don’t you think you’re seeing things that aren’t there?

It’s them not seeing what is, wandering blind scared

In the kingdom where the one eyed five hunt the self-aware

And those with nothing left to lose thrive without fear

Watching the house of cards wobbling, overbalanced at the top tier

From a clear mountain top breathing clean air

And cultivating together

Respect for ourselves and each other

Struggling with hatred

We internalized the lessons

No matter how hard we fought

So it’s a daily mission

To undo all the damage taught

To accept all the damage done

Recognise we’re not the perfect ones

Forgive ourselves enough to push on

Never paralyzed by indecision

No longer anesthetized at their discretion

Free to feel again

Hurt again breathe again

Bleed again

Stand tall against the next collision

With false patriarchs and their illusions

There’s no such thing as a benevolent murderer

So we take blows and spit blood

Expect nothing less

Than to bleed for this

Grind for respect

We build and reflect

Take time to connect

Establish foundations and mode of address

Question privilege

Responses found wanting we reject

Eject

Divest

Spread wings and flourish unencumbered

For our days may be but we shall never be numbered

flashlights

Intuition brings into question your decisions, 
the cold iron maiden inquisition, 
fire freezes brazen bold in the dark light, 
cold fission,
a half truth half dead half lived half life, 
set to halve again, diminishing division, 
ever shifting the final position until it shifts past recognition, 
I aspire to emissions that uprise our condition,surprised by remission sometimes find focus slipping, 
find inspiration in the beacon of tradition, 
illuminating the pages of the book of the world,
the script that unfurls In the strokes we play 
when we step forth on the canvas of a day, and pull it up behind us,
wrapping it around us, 
tapestry and pageantry surround us, 
worn on the sleeve, breast, neck, crotch, crown, 
a heart opened outspread contacted, 
pulsating contracted 
filling expanded
again defined by experience 
raw material, parenthetic prevent agenda evidence ethereal 
motive opportunity synthetic serial, 
they sow confusion , 
this pride is delusion,
ladies and gentlemen now introducing, 
your host for this evening, 
the ragged And bleeding, 
soul of a barbarian nation, 
that lays claim to civilisation, 
by virtue of appropriation, 
it's paper we're chasing, 
but fabric too, 
material to weave and wave not just to see through, 
feel do, needs must need school need education, 
but a dispirited mind can't achieve self determination 
and when the blind lead the blind lead the blind oblivious to the blatant 
is it any wonder we accept incarceration? 
brick by brick our prison is our creation 
and we're afraid that we push at the bars it might cave in, 
falling around us, rubble, detritus, 
remnants of a vision we collude in and somehow feel attached too, 
how do we mistake chains for umbilical cords, 
Flashlights for sunshine, 
the gun to our head for the safety of our home? 

jubilee

Cancel the parade. Cut the elegies. What's the point of this stone/pointed pressure so refined/inverted on our spines as they crisscross to provide a loving nest? The beasts that rest in this land and spread flame afield/enjoy the shine of the capital/but rearrange the characters/it's the same carbon as the rest of us/So let's square the circle and circle the pentagrams/truth is /truth is unity/truth is unity can be divisive/conspiracy/counter intelligence/Jedi mind tricks/Bow ties and champagne toasts for veiled violence/and flag burning street dances to break silence/like a pane of glass on Tarmac/I've got shards in my skin/needling this vanity/hungry to be heard/vanity wrapped/mummified/entombed/preposterous/Until nothing remains inside/vanity defeated by the passing of time/outlasted by every crafted covering/ not to honour after all/to reduce into ignoble obsolescence/ exposing fundamental indecency/ frequently/ overlooked/ but not this time/ anniversary of ascendance to an unjust pedestal/ never happy however memorable/ it sticks in the memory like windscreen in a joyriders face/ change the pace/ destroy the gears/ and the slick sick trick fairground machinery/This royal flush is demeaning you and me

apollo

The cycle comes back on itself and all our heroes in their farce
(Crucifier crucify get crucified)
Have returned to infant form
(Crucifier crucify get crucified)
splashed in photographs on our mantelpiece
(Crucifier crucify get crucified)
We mock and we jaw and cultivate humility
(Crucifier crucify get crucified)
Our heels on the neck of the people we pity
(Crucifier crucify get crucified)

Next time around when cities level and wells pool red
(Pacifier pacify get pacified)
No snapshots will survive
(Pacifier pacify get pacified)
No ticker tape returns
(Pacifier pacify get pacified)
We'll die in the fruits of our own sick memory
(Pacifier pacify get pacified)
No square jawed saviour blazing morality
(Pacifier pacify get pacified)
Will mark a trail bleached of guilt

The vacuous zones we carve from our enmity
We cruise right through them (so aghast)
Dripping with blood from the palms of our tyrants
Dripping with blood from the palms of our tyrants yeh

The endless gash we chewed with our gluttony
We Cruise right past it (jaws agape)
Tripping with blood fault lines from our iris
Tripping with blood fault lines from our iris

And whilst the rot keeps eating away
We govern de facto
Molotovs drip dripping away
His majesty is waiting

denunciations

Spare us your denunciations/too busy drowning/in monosodium glutamate/fighting fire with oil/fighting fire with annihilation/ Selves struggle for supremacy/distinct in uniformity/the queues we form/follow quests/hero scripts/but never lead questions away from conformity. Defending the Indefensible pulls a victim hood over many a gaze/choosing best product for best high/no way/no exit/ramp/to freedom/only more turns/tears cried/onto a hard shoulder / And the contrarion stares/impassive/waiting for the other shoe to drop/some contagion/in our supply/has subverted what humanity/could be traced/Isolate/deny/that otherness can be invested/freely in this market/though some rations might be slim/exogenous factors fall outside this equation/that balances so neatly/in ledger scrolls scripted/By gory nib clutched between perfectly manicured nails/ Direct/Mutual/Aid/Action/Is the resource/worth its weight in god/Money stuffed in mouths and bets laid out across theatres/between the stars whose glow stays subterranean/No tragic-comic martyr to or heroic fool visible/an altogether different kind of resolution