Pink and blue the paradise hue of weeping flowers on dust grit dunes
They wait in vain for soldiers’ names bleeding bile and collateral shame
Blackened palm trees
Ooze sweat and grief
As children scream for democracy
And pomegranate blossoms stain desert sands
While allied forces bomb the land
Star shaped blooms with leaves of green
And fragrant petals of silken cream
Await their fate with shrunken pride
As rocket launchers seize the night
Purple, Iris, Lotus Rose
Sliced on Kodak with mangled toes
And tulips spiked with canon fire
Leave belly guts in makeshift pyres
Juniper, date, and pin wheel buds
Stung with shrapnel - clotted with mud
And from the scabbing surface shell
The charred cinder spark of a dead man’s smell
Cluster plants sprayed with oil
Guerrilla triggers clip the soil
Petals bruised, now scored with hate
Swollen clouds seeping rain
And with the morning dew comes love
Electric sunlight and turtle doves
Singing chords of hope and peace
A wall of flowers in perfect unity
Lucky lips wet soft.
Tastes like peaches and black honey.
Neon pink negligée
hides school boy giggles
behind a bridal bouquet.
Mister love rock and hottie boom boom
slide into the five and dime where everything’s on sale:
Cotton candy smiles, peanut kisses
and there’s plastic chicks on sticks
cream horns and cinnamon curls on display.
Dance in the elevator.
Slick slide the sidewalk.
Drive down the interstate
with a bottle of sunshine
and a fistful of luck.
Stop off in a layby:
Do cartwheels and headstands
on b- movie grins.
In a sherbet lavender pop parade
of tea leaf readers, fawning crawlies and
We need cleansing in the Pierian spring.
Free fall into a winking dawn
Play pat -a-cake with a leaping unicorn
And shimmy skate across a waffle dust moon.
Whispers under sleep
and I fly to the red river
barefoot silken robe undone
shadows on the floor
I see a silver blue-eyed flea riding on a bicycle of dust
a birthday balloon and the long face of death
he has a hooded blacked-out face red daffodil fangs
and whistles the names of the chosen ones.
On the counter different coloured truths
I spy the nose of a gun but can’t be sure
my eyes half closed under a cloud
and yellow fog cocoons me
as I step back: all around
the voices of anger dicing for life
and the right to be seen to be heard
a million and three stories
trapped in Chimera’s rotting stomach.
The light is smothered by the fat thumb of depression
yesterday’s tiny square of sun
shredded and scattered over a stale afternoon.
There is nothing in-between no toothy smile
just those who sit in the nostril of self-satisfaction
and there it is on an illuminated sign:
More Fall Prey to Debticide.
The questions are etched on my hand
the answers spread on the dinner table
easy cook microwaved baby sick
a bottle of mineral water
and a mouldering half-eaten hamburger
a police of flies circle crawl defecate
on the cindered hump of meat.
This is the golden head of my reality
a five hundred and fifty-two percent increase
on a snake loan to save the family home.
I watched the pin-striped laughter of the jet-skiing
bully boys drink up my mother’s blood
and I remain restless in a one-stop roach motel while they
sleep like suckling kittens under the belly of a black night.
Vulture of war how you scream -scream with the blood of babes on your sharp hooked beak!
As you wrap your mighty black pinions around their innocent tongues and squeeze squeeze !
Your song of death scorches the land with salty ash
And the blush of boys come to you armed and brave
Ready for morning glory!
Gas bombs drop ! And a wonder of stars fall to the ground
Eyes cobwebbed - blistered - burning
Gargling names of loved ones on sickened breath
Annelid worms banquet on day old flesh
Red -wheezing mud smothers two severed heads
And a charm of Finches will sing when the battle’s over
And the pall bearers salute a pity of weeping mothers
It's a moonless sky
but you can still feel
the wind slow jive
as the leaves on the trees
twerk left and right,
while the night pipes,
a lonely dirge to blood tingling stars
walking through penniless streets
pock marked with
and condom wrappers
this morning's papers
and dozens of lost lottery tickets
that stick to the paving stones
you swallow regret
and stand alone
in the bowels of a living grave
7//11 is empty
you're tapping for
a call for help -
witching hour sos
you need to speak to someone,
anyone, but that
yowling for scraps
"Hello," your voice
rattles in between
shelves of Twinkies
and lo cal cookie dough
the original twilightshow
a chalky faced man appears
dusted with orange fuzz
and rejection lines
pastes on a strictly 9-5, work clerk smile
Slurping on oysters
Rat King grinned
‘The best time to invest – when there’s blood flowing in the streets.’
His face lit like up like a Roman candle
His heart tasted like cherry flava kerosene
Money spawn fisting the kitties
Jim slim tight wads
Bruising the night
With mechanical jizz
Get up offa the couch
And spunk your soul
With the seed of sedition
Or let your tears fold away the dawn
With fuck me now resignation.
Washington bullets pulp her pussy
And Western eyes rape her sovereignty
Her bloody tongue
Silenced by Drones
She is a token of Waspy pride
A skinless statistic of government lies
And with the sweetness of the night
Under silver star washed skies
Bone and flesh tinder the fire.
The reptilian fingers of greed
Outstretched in doorways , alleyways and side streets
On urine tarred walls
They line up pedalling flesh
And egos made of PVC
Rose pink , fake bake and cherry noir
Pop the night with snatch and grab thighs
A tea coloured wheeze rests on her knee
And ferret eyes feed her lies
The plateau between moda acrylic and shiny mink