Phoetry

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

This is the head placed inside and outside the garbage

The thoughts that drift, float, strengthen the bone

The bone that protects against garbage and heat

Heat threatening head, and brain, with harm

Bone alone holding its own, an upside-down soul

Goat growing frankenfamily, the dirt and poison

Gouty goals growing great green gardens of garbage

What the goat heard

What the goat heard

I find a friend, friendly, friending

The friend, he sees me in a car

The friend, he knows my name

I see friends when I open my eyes

The world likes to look at its friends

Friends create the world they want to live in

They know that they have someone they can trust

They no longer feel alone and they do not hate

A world with friends cannot fail, it has a future

We watch our friends, and they watch us

Friends look like us, they know our names

They like us and we like them, we smile

We smile that we do not cry, and we laugh

We laugh because we know we’re with friends

I, me, my friends and I – that’s us.

Friends friendly friending