John Does

No one knows. Where to go. When they fly low.

No one knows. Where to go. When they fly low.

A crack in the aisle. A crack in the smile. A crack in the head. You saw nothing, now go to bed.

An invisible compasion. A fusion of fists.

Save some souls. Save some souls.

Who do you. Who do you believe. Who do you believe in. Live in. Not me.

Don’t you say you died for me.

I’m not me.

I’m not me.

Every day. The same beggar walks on by.

Every day. The same beggar walks on by.

Every day. I give him nothing.

Every day. I give him nothing.

Today it is Monday. Yesterday it was Tuesday. Wednesday the day before.

Something pulled me in. A fusion of reds.

All they tell me is you got hit by a Porsche.  Beneath the red traffic light. In the traffic jam. Why didn’t you take your pills. Take your pills. Take your pills.

I’m not me.

I’m not me.

JOHN DOES DOZING IN THE JUNGLE DISTRICTS!

JANE DOES DOZING IN THE GERM DENS!

WHY DON’T YOU GO AND CHECK THE PULSE?

WHY DON’T YOU GO AND CHECK THE PULSE?

YOU PROMISED THE DEAD SHALL RISE!

HE WHO BELIEVETH IN ME HE SHALL LIVE!

SO WHY DON’T YOU GO AND CHECK THE PULSE??

F.B.I.   D.E.A.   ROSWELL DAY.   D.N.A.

F.B.I.   D.E.A.   ROSWELL DAY.   D.N.A.

F.B.I.   D.E.A.   ROSWELL DAY.  D.N.A.

F.B.I.   D.E.A.   ROSWELL DAY.   D.N.A.

F.B.I.   D.E.A.   ROSWELL DAY.   D.N.A.

pink doll

(I see rua and)

I’m too brave for suicide

(I see rua and)

I’m too much a coward to be alive

(I see rua and)

I pay tribute to the floor

(I see rua)

I always get up wanting more

If I stuck a pin through your skin

would you bleed to death or stand like a stone?

I stopped breathing for a minute

when I became aware of it

the magical minute had gone

(I started breathing again)

but the beauty lingers on

long after the milk’s turned sour

long after the happy hour

when all the drinks are for free

except me

some will never even know my name

some will never even know my name

60.000 t-shirts didn’t know my name

smoke induced eyes whisper

who’s that little woman

smoke induced eyes whisper

who’s that little woman

with a pen as big as her heart

with a head as heavy as her heart

it’s never too late

for a bait prose

but it’s too late (now)

for a water hose

    

photography taken from:  http://www.songkick.com/festivals/631-pinkpop/id/3881751-pinkpop-festival-2010/posters/1366196

Hidden

sound-illuminous broken bloom
scared into gloom.
he might let you into his room
but you can't shoot sweet dart
into his heart.
his prison is poison to all
reason within a reason
why did he ever fall.
we miss him all.
hey, painter
hey you, rose of clay
the weather is nice today
come out to play
but I'm content if you say
you're happy your own way.

monte casino

i’ve been in bars

i’ve been in cellars

the smell of fear drove me near

had someone seen him sleeping here

i’ve been to mars

i’ve been to vegas

still no sign or thought or deal

that someone saw him signing in

and all he told me is: keep knocking

i’ve seen bombs                 (one)

i’ve heard bells                   (voice)

i’ve seen saints                   (that moves)

in their robes                      (one sound)

i’ve had the noise               (ice)

i’ve had the flashes             (on sand)

i’ve seen the bodies            (blood)

on the ropes                       (coagulates)

i’ve seen the band              (rhythm)

rows of hands                    (is on)

skin and bones                   (child)

humble drones                   (in me)

i’ve seen the king               (white)

i’ve seen the queen            (as a lilly of the valley)

i’ve banged the drums        (scarf)

i’ve drank the blood           (on the staircase where she hung)

i’ve been in water               (black)

i’ve been in sand                (it comes)

i sank and swam                (at night)

binge and purge                 (when i’m out of my body)

i’ve been in air                   (one)

i’ve seen them stare           (is the name)

i’ve bent the space            (of the wholeness)

i’ve bent the time              (in me)

i’ve seen the cities            (from there)

underground                    (no return)

i’ve seen the cities            (no one)

underground                    (to tell me)

and in the hole deep and dim

I FOUND HIM

from there

no return

no one to tell me

what is there

i climb

i climb

i climb

i climb

up

up

up

and up

Taken in Antwerp, Belgium, August 2011

pugilistic

a wonderful trade

behind the shade

all braded up

in branches

no one to trust

to incinerate combust

better than yourself self

better than yourself self

to be then put on a shelf

in a small vessel expensive

alive forever like a pharaoh

lucky and pensive.

art in motion

no sun-tan lotion

red yellow orange white

the sum of all things

the colours I see

as I sit in the tree

waiting for the fire

to start loving me

wondering what’s wrong

but I knew it all along

try fry fight

live wire with fire

try fry fight

fight fire with fire

no burn marks no bone char no soot

no use crying no use crying

just dust the boots dust the suit

return and mingle

ransome and mingus

reed and morrissey

rye bread and metaphase     

photography taken from:  http://airbrushdoc.com/download/fire-reference-pack/

After Midnight Blues

I’m losing it

This joke is confusing

So stop using it

Stop fusing it

All we have is the name.

What’s in a name?

The willow.

Upon my pillow.

My nose kissed the red polyester bag.

The jugglers with white faces

Rudely awoke me

My nose kissed the red polyester bag.

All we have is the name.

So what’s in a name?

Lazarus.

I’m alive, he said, look at me.

The words.

You’ll find the words engraved in the wooden bowl. Well, it’s safe and hidden, and that’s all that matters.

I’m awake, he said, look at me.

Just in time for midnight tea

Walking in those eastern shoes

Singing after midnight blues.

Well, how was it then?

Well, how is it like there?

All we have is the name.

So what’s in a name?

Helen.

Hello. Hi. I’m Helen.

No, I don’t agree.

But, I avoid conflict.

Avoid. Avoid.

Till I’m big as a dark matter void.

And now you might be the victim.

The victim of protuberance.

May the Lord All Mighty praise the fallen. Oh me oh my!

Not a girl, nor a boy

I only wish I was Helen of Troy.

Yeah, there are many sorts of mirrors.

Some of them make you love what you see

Some of them make you hate what you see

But all of them lie.

I’m alive, I said, look at me.

Yeah, maybe we’ll meet again.

In the sea of eyes.

Hey, it’s too hot in here.

No, let me sleep a little longer

And dream on this dream.

Polyester dream. This iron dream.

This monochromatic dream.

Could somebody wake me up now?

Tomorrow’s a big day.

Hello? Hello? Hello?

Is anybody in there?

It’s hot in here.

This dream’s far too long. Am I still dreaming?

Hello?

Hello?

unruhe [dishwashers in soho]

whenever I think about dishwashers in soho

in bed at night

I pull on the sheets in terror

in case I notice my feet are uncovered

I want a lighter for my birthday

I want a lighter for my birthday

a liver that runs on sulphur

on new year’s day

he’s in the bush writing the official resolution

fishes and gasoline

the wrong huxley on a wrong day

the leather is the only way out grab onto me

I was born to be a male clerk!

there’s so much to live for!

I was born to be a kingsize bed!

there’s so much to live for!

mardi grass

four little white teeth sitting on my lap

three bony freudians filling up the gap

two dead men dining in my bedroom

I killed one - now there’s two

hangman gangman clayman dead man

in my navel in my cave

in my womb in my tomb

in my room in my room

in my bed in my head

my heart’s still pumping!

I’ve got no heart I forgot!

look my heart’s still pumping!

I’ve got no heart! I forgot!

heart piss pump red cry red snow

she shouted stop stop but I shouted more

one skinny dead man lying with no shoes

I killed one - now there’s two

one fake gardener levitating by and

twelve brooding chest inspectors cannot tell me why

two tepid dead men talk in my room

I killed two - and now there’s two

hangman gangman clayman dead man

in my navel in my cave

in my womb in my tomb

in my room in my room

in my bed in my head

my heart’s still pumping!

I’ve got no heart I forgot!

look my heart’s still pumping!

I’ve got no heart! I forgot!

city talks

cities talk

houses talk

shiny floors

grooms next door

guestrooms talk

they always know

who knows who

what you do

they give you how’s the weather

(and they think that’s all there is)

they give you hearty dishes

 (and they think that’s all there is)

they give you the Now Wave scene

(and they think that’s all there is)

but you feel like going home

back to Apollo

with your megaphone

kitchens talk

a tell-tale heart

what you ate

who you hate

windows speak

they mark every change

tin rooster that sticks out

they squeeze it out out out

they give you how’s the weather

(and they think that’s all there is)

they give you hearty dishes

 (and they think that’s all there is)

they give you the Now Wave scene

(and they think that’s all there is)

but you feel like going home

back to apollo

with your megaphone

they give you how’s your father

tallest building competitions

they give you mother caught us

spit in the bun then run

they give you who’s the father

she doesn’t cook like mum

prescribed to you by dr. Seuss

magazines under the bed

dear Fingle, I’m single and willing

they give you papers of green

they give you coats of grey

they give you clothes of white

if you still can move your arms

you know not how to tighten it right

beware

beware

of the cities

beware

beware

of the beast