Sunday, December 18, 2011


high above our heads
on a tinselled sepulchre
a pentacle burns

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Molotov christmas tree
Fires of revolutions
burning bright

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

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petrol and balsam
paper cardboard and tinsel
makes the brightest tree

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

Tuesday, December 13, 2011


with neat roads
the city is well planned
with much greenery

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

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

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

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Innocent circuts
data bank analysis
the Beast is born

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

Monday, December 5, 2011


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

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Contemplatively
dreaming of riches to come
when they call me buddha

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Skara from Stargate
Abydos to ascension
Returns to fig tree

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

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