high above our heads
on a tinselled sepulchre
a pentacle burns

---

Molotov christmas tree
Fires of revolutions
burning bright

---

in a festive mode
the giant dalek have come
to exterminate!

---

petrol and balsam
paper cardboard and tinsel
makes the brightest tree

---

Christmas is over,
And while the wife is out, I'll
burn this fucking tree!

with neat roads
the city is well planned
with much greenery

-

The earth is now square
No blossoms for festival
The Borg does not care

---

man in reduction
technique is thy god program
look for the harness

-

God laughed when they tried
to put "creative" inside
a small metal box

---

Innocent circuts
data bank analysis
the Beast is born

-

trails, buses, mother
conquering the world out there
here laying souls bare

rooted in dark earth
vision will clear for closed eyes
bring forth this flower

---

Contemplatively
dreaming of riches to come
when they call me buddha

---

Skara from Stargate
Abydos to ascension
Returns to fig tree

---

Bomjon meditates
Will he enlighten us all
When he goes over?

---

why don't you all try
meditating instead of
watching me do it?

in the good old days
chicken were as big as men
and smoking was cool

---

so all right yous guys
no more chicken road jokes
Bugsy and me say

---

Everything depends
on a banded, white chicken
standing next to me

---

Chicken licken
roll your own
smokin kid KFC

---

Spring of sixty nine
I started to smoke because
Zappa looked so cool.

*eighteen* sixty nine
real boys rolled their own wads and
knew how to speak hen

forgetting the song
our colours flee from the sun
with summers passing

---

walking east my love
we endeavor to arrive
on islands of joy

---

white sand on dry skin
moist lips hint of salty seas
chit, chat and sunset

---

With Adam and Eve
On the Hawkesbury River
Original fun

---

Allegorical footprints
Escape all meaning and verse
timeless and tranquil

latin at gunpoint
o magnum mysterium
dona nobis pacem

---

very celibate nuns
blow off steam with pump-action
ex-carpenter cries

---

hunting with god's girls
brought home a wounded devil
rest and smoke cigars

---

there on yonder field
is a deliciously naked man
first come first serve

---

no room for dispute
this dogma will be enforced
by shotgun wedding

stand and deliver
your money or your life
maybe your wife?

---

small alien head
two big weapons for beating
he looks familiar

---

Her name was Bertha.
Dressed in hides, smeared with bear grease.
He could not resist.

---

i always harden
when my feet touch the sweet earth
sewing my oats

---

foggy hangover
saint patrick spotted a snake
he don't drink no more

a paper tiger
scary except for the grin
of a Cheshire Cat

---

a jackal stare-down
lost my human proportion
hesitant retreat

---

your face is eclipsed
shadow bands reveal the joy
this message of love

---

asian eyes perplex
the silly grimace cutely
stumps haiku dojo

---

a killer's face
that I made in a mirror
it's the real me, grrr!

Sometimes the poet
in slovenly bovine scenes
finds peace among noise

---

Used to get invites,
to gallery openings,
where I drank too much.

---

photo cow chews grass
gives a dirty look to man
through the dimensions

---

oblivious smoke
cow leaves shrooms in fields azure
divine hindu shit

---

the two of us
watching the world go by
and each his own cud

pride and aggression
the nature of a dragon
much to overcome

---

wisdom well guarded
this pearl is so hard to find
chasing my tail

---

self created
of everything and nothing
it unto itself

---

fury spits fury
dance immortal not to end
fire-water tangle

---

have: fiery meatball
need: linguini, romano
wine and crusty loaf

a crime of violet
head bowed, reaching for the sky
wings of surrender

---

a bleeding blossom
her kiss resistant flower
mary shelley's weed

---

Carmine temptress
A siren with wings unfolded
Call for her bidding.

---

on a rare day of snow
i held a cyclamen loosely
leaving childhood behind

---

tiny green creature
peeking bravely from your ship
of purple petals

In promising all
Giving little lives the spirit
Of Edward Bernays

---

joyously spellbound
in a heartfelt, altered state
morphed into a hound

---

Hypnotic coins
Sea monkeys to play with
Doggy done it too

---

too many words i see
more bosomy and leggy
just sell the sizzle

---

staring out to sea
where magical things were real
and cost a dollar

in akhet season
I cross the minds horizon
with my thoughts as boats

---

an imagined world
coffee, cars and carefree faces
all beyond the sea

---

water reflects thoughts
hellish self contemplation
minutes turn to years

---

full sublimation
sun-laced, warm, salty breezes
king and serf at once

---

sensing but a void
the man's mind can see paris
drowning on dry land

slave built dark temple
where real decisions are made
the towers must fall

---

hiding behind masks
the vainglory of the self
bellies, cocks, and cunts

---

After the battle's
Won, will the undead still need
To be the other?

---

Reeking cheap drama,
dependent on costumes, light,
obtuse script writing.

---

lighting the fuse
the whole squalid tribe
are reduced to ash

inconsolable
her life a distant shore
ever receding

---

met her at the pub
we was merrily singin'
but she had the blues

---

with cottage cheese thighs
scoliosis brace unbound
it's valentine's day

---

fumes of paint thinner
naked in your blue embrace
imagination

---

split second frozen
the woman as a young girl
bombing from the pier

sudden violence
her body hits the water
too shocked to laugh

Beers and beer coasters
Music, smoke, and low gold light
"Boys! I'll Tell Me Ma!"

---

chose gin over vodka
moved from the east to the west
fuck karaoke

---

a whiskey i want
louder, forget our worries
the old shillelagh

---

Tears on my red cheeks,
Laughing louder than all week,
while we all tune up

---

stepping out for air
marched to the pub double time
left the bar reeling

help from thee I plea
stuck with cat-like eyes of mine
in the tree of life

to pick a flower
alert and amenable
like a gift from gods

---

Secrets of the mind.
Nietzsche; Sartre; Bertie R
Can't know what I know.

---

time dangling askew
twinkling possibilities
life just happening

---

He came back and winked,
"She's not as shy as she acts"
Grabbed their coats and left.

---

water, dark and deep
mystery without language
remain unexpressed

bloke, I sympathise
that's exactly how I'd feel
if I woke up there

one minute I'm zonked,
on the couch watching TV,
the next... Ice! Thing! Fish!

---

"The Survival Nerds"
Premiers this season on Fox
Life without 4G

---

fish out of water
into a roaring fire
back into water

---

Line tied round big toe
Lie back and wait for a bite
Aye, aye there she blows.

---

Renaissance Tony:
he can fish and grow stubble
all at the same time!

One spring acid trip,
naked on Kailua beach
badly sun burned dick.

---

take away our clothes
sunburns and gay love flourish
summer dreams in heat

---

Languid existence
Can be soo boring for the
Ones who don't like sex.

---

An old-cherub's home
Outside, perhaps at recess
Or maybe nap-time

---

from the flow of life
a mind stylizes reality
making it more true

Soulless creations
Lacking divine proportion
Void of symmetry

---

who needs a garden
when you've a flat screen TV
and gardening shows

---

cannot find my house
stuck between value and reality
sleeping on the lawn

---

taking on water
we sink in a sea of debt
no bailout for us

---

Micronesians come,
sculpt our utopian yard,
I never go there.

No pictures, just music.

---

snow falling at night
warm breath and a close embrace
i just want to live

---

gentle rain falling
a million things reflected
by the caress of the notes

---

Dark clouds, breeze gently
Blowing cliff top grass - now chill
Oh, where is my love?

---

another day done
walking home from the station
a sunset lit world

memories replay
words, laughter, smiling faces
small consolations

at last the sun dips
past the temple to home
a light at the door

there was a girl
with bee-stung lips
mad, of course
a shakespeare comedy
her head on my shoulder
and then
in a moment
I'll never understand
I failed
somehow-
she looked at me
and thought 'no'

the blinding whiteness
makes me turn my face away
we wait on the beach

---

salty lips
sand between toes
sun on my back

---

a warm summer breeze
libations and vibrations
oh, take me away

---

Bondi Bondage a
Desire for high entropy
The rest free for me

---

the bodysurfer
waiting for the perfect wave
then three strokes and go

years of hardship
dissolved into this moment
the ground falls away

---

many years of toil
now it is your turn to fly
don't forget to breathe

---

Perfect poise in space
Five make a baby’s mobile
Art instilled from birth

---

this body developed
toned, shaped, stretched, enlivened
by an exceptional mind

---

hey you beautiful
your body as a token of you
do a dance on me

Yanaka Bochi
A swirl of falling petals
On ancient gravestones

---

Dormant life passes
Through the eye of the universe
Then shows its pleasure.

---

seasons circle again
last years sun becomes flower
new life in dead branch

---

the earth blooms with joy
a warm gentle breeze to pass
filled with aroma

---

It is what it is.
They tell me it's Life renewed;
Is that what it is?

a shell of a man
but wasn't it always thus?
now that too is gone

a Spring afternoon
alarms split the air and then
all is swept away

---

Time for renewal
Waters cleanse, ashes arise
With death comes new life

---

namazu rising
underworlds and underlords
next up, cthulhu

---

The Shinto Spirit
Turned his coat collar up, final look
Then wandered away

---

his face a struggle
haunted by thirty five ghosts
"To be alive is hell"

vices and virtues
rewarded or else punished
by fall of the dice

---

does anyone else
prefer to go down the snakes
than up the ladders?

---

sadly have played this
far more times than i have
indulged in wild sex

---

Endless summer hols
Long days swimming in the stream
Nights of snakes and ladders

---

Hot night with the kid,
Beer for me and juice for him,
board games and apples

as a child
it would have been thought
these were gods hands

---

a minor gesture while
floating with them divine
above sweaty tourists

---

so close, within reach
eons pass, great works crumble
distant as ever

---

searching for a God
One to touch, not contemplate
thus put on ceiling

---

The cracking plaster
reveals the nature of god
more than the painting

would you love
even the most weird
desires of mine

while quivering
as beings built into
a notification board

---

we may as well wait
in this sign as the bus will
be along shortly

---

a hand extended
into our world, dark and cold
but help is withheld

---

winter dreary nights
Milanese purgatory
next stop, unconscious

---

people who are not,
happily not waiting here,
some place that isn't

the best day of my life
was that one bright day in Mali
where i lost my head....

---

what benefits a
suit to sit around all day
without a body

---

ain't nothing to me
my clothes tell you who I am
and that's all there is

---

another cheap suit
more layers killing spirit
till nothing remains

order of the day
the talking heads will now
speak and say nothing

---

desultory art
intangible and shifting
leaving not a trace

---

I said, he said, she
we all said those things we said
our heads full of me

---

hot air fills the void
the truth can not be spoken
free speech for shut minds