Glass WhirlwindThe ambiance pours through our washed out minds,the fruits of our labour bereft, disillusioned- illusory and echo with a hypnagogic beat,the drums of the jungle crawl in the night, outer edges, not quite real,ethereal yet irradiated, crunching the numbers,inventing zero like Caesar and then some. I only notice timewhen it stands still, and that's when I'm noticed,in that minus world of negation, or irritation of the senses,crumpled twilight, dimensions protruding from my aura, but,more importantly, from yours. Open doors.Fusion on the corner, freezing in the sun, somethingquite strange and yet,something quite fun.The deal's off, for now, a haze filled with pollen and frosted glass,binoculars inverted and dissociative red, alive or dead,I wonder in bed.The limbo persists over this sociable glare, all in the sunand all at once talking in our own private worlds,boxed in pure glass,watching the ash as it whirls in the whirlwind,one, two, three, fou
Dominoes FallDominoes fall,and I bet on them all,sleep on the wallin deep slumberCrack out your whipsin plateaus and dipsdigital blipsin your thunderOrange and limetake up my timein cocktails of minearound midnightStep on my shoesand become my rusefar from a museand miss your flightSo doctor my will,I'll be with you still,this is no drillso I just mightWatch from a starclose or afar,one over par,it still shines bright.
Brackets 4 Intermittent SlashI lived before youIt cost a lot, and some more...I'll live after you
Our FriendsIn the whirlwind of the pavement cracksIn the glare of constant sunOutside looking in,Inside looking grim,Her name I vaguely recognise, maybe even despise,I've never met her but she knows about me,Narcotic dreams, renaissance in retrograde,Dreams while not asleep are dreams so strangely made,The split memoirs of my friends and Ifall onto the page in different coloured ink,and sometimes I'm colourblind,sometimes I'm there,sometimes I forgethow to send up a flare.Progress report, diagnostic repair.Dissociative stars ring in the midnight air,a hush falls over the crowd,danger is near and their eyes turn red,the protector springs up and crunches leaves,the season's changed since then,Autumn was in twilight this time last year,between then,beer after beer,she's not even sure how many there are,three, maybe four? A knock on the door:lights, camera, action,neurons fire and muscles contract,the eyes still ablaze, scene four, first act,and suddenly the man without a