He is handsome
She has a good voice
He is hard worker
He is an eight
She is a 45
He is a 41
They like laughing
They like good food
They like each other’s company
The world spins under a sombre sky
They look out a window onto a vast, open plain
Without a thought, the sky turns black
Bright the mid-day focus
The days slip by
The phone rings, a kiss on the cheek before I can turn
a duck's ton plain
Follow the sun
With clear, unclouded motions
Your thoughts a silent majority
Pouring the liquid strains
Washing them pure in the rain
Gorgeous light bleaching them sane
A threnody of bleak stillness
Sweep against the sun
follow the sun
My teeth barely touch my lip
I feel the breeze of the still evening
Time stretched dead before me
The words of healing harm no one
Finding the painful blemish
Throws all of us into hell
Dark road of light
“Your badminton serve is so un-wonderful.”
“I am pleased to see you sir – or should I say… madame?”
“Your sense of humour is so un-wonderful.”
“I am pleased to see you sir – or should I say… asshole?!??”
Un-wonderful
“Papa, are people already inventing time machines? I want to be the inventor of the time machine. I will become a trillionaire. I also want to make a flying solar car. I have an idea of how to make it work whether it is sunny or rainy, you can park the car and it will go into the battery, and then later when it is rainy you can use the energy. But there is the problem of how I am going to make it. Papa, there are already solar energy flying machines, right?”
Solar energy flying machine
Can God have more than one son?
A son born in an alien world
To bring the Word to the Godless aliens
To bring the Word to the Worlds
Spaceship evangelists, seeking new flocks among the nebulae
Comet prophets, singing sailing solar flares
A world of potent energy
Potent potent potent energy
God in an alien world
Groaning groons, finding freak fun find fun
The thinks thin thinning that thesaloid thesanate
This friend feeling friendly fun and funning fate
Great grave grains, the gruesome guests gape
Tasting the hate, the hollow hesitancy of hell
Wondering, wishing, wanting, waiting for war
Watching the warlocks and war pigs wanton
A storm of seduction, sedition and sterilisation
We whore the whole head head hedonism
Starless strutting stereotypes Stalin Satan
Suffering succotash stereo sycophants
Syllabic stenorian, spelunking in a scarlet sarcophagus
Stucco silhouettes stride silent centuries
Crying cerrullian centuries of Chinese children
The eves of eternal ecstasy elastic, elephantine
Cyclopean tropes, willing cannibals, thrice-scorned apes!
A pox on your people.
A broken limb
Who are you and what have you done with
love
humility
human kindness
dignity
respect
self-worth
individuality
human rights
the free-thinking mind of the new people?
Who are you and what have you done with Don?
Godless go
This is the map of the world
I have visited all of the green and yellow countries
I want to visit the yellow and white countries next
I have also been to most of the red and white countries
But they keep changing too quickly
How can I see them really? Will they wait for me?
Wait for me.
Flea fly flow flum
This this was this and this
This that was this and this
That that was that and this
We know this is this,
Sometimes that is this
You know? You know? You know?
You – no.
Green green green