sound of shadows moan with sorrow

becoming in its unbecoming the passage of now

croony blues I slip upon a rhyme

filled with sideways rain deflated balloons

hazy moon lonely shadows climb the stairs

circling the sky that circles them vultures

untranslatable the tail of a comet

saxophone shaping the sound of rain-filled blues

Tibetan square a monk burns himself in protest

this other sphere neither sun or moon

receding shadows the night layers to a footnote

sound of the universe in grains of sand

silence the catalyst between words

shadow boxing yesterdays contort the now

prophetic moon midnight hangs on the window sill

wrapped in eulogies the unsaid

ghos(t)rain

whispers of the dead lead me in dreams

chasing what she does not understand ghost butterflies

emptiness of now filled by the miles of blues

the foxy croon in her voice Etta James

politicians shining the apple I flip the bird at a weather vane Jesus

a perpetual now of glass we’re by the sea

down river my stream of consciousness floats on a leaf

books the smell of dog eared escape

valley of thirst eyes bidding on black ocean pearls

the sea in my ear a webstorm

between poached eggs and worry beads a salamander's tongue

night's maw the train's sideburns gayer

dreamscape drops of Jupiter orbit my mind

pine tips if fingers pierce paradise

dripping on lichen the greening of rain

searching through the night as well moon of blindness

of this wind all colours bleed into one

Sylvia Plath a genius tortured by demons in her head

trainspotting dirty syringes litter the playground

apocalypse a bomb goes off in a young girl's heart

midnight's children sifting through landfills to find their next meal

festering in their own piss and shit children of war

gang raped predicting her death she downs a 40 ouncer of vodka and never returns

serotonin overdose I dance with circus monkeys

hell's gatekeeper earning its wings

purgatory call by number dead skin on trial

in a parallel universe my mind parked diagonally

length of an ant's dream this lake fever

area 51 dissecting alien life form

tequila worm hearing colours seeing sound

maudlin dawn talking to myself in colours

birdman pigeons peck crumbs from his beard

more radiation the cold slab of steel on my skin

Tibetan square a monk burns himself in protest

hung in a Jesus Christ pose scarecrow

windchimes the sound of a swollen city breeze

in my ears howls of love that is a dog from hell

before and after the wasteland white butterflies

one-third of my past soars on Garuda’s wing

tapping into my kundalini this rain

in media res the dreamscape of our lives

the lag between breaths white space

not so long ago the colour of silence

from the corner of my eye pigeon’s flight

running a fever thoughts in and out of devils and dust

silent shadows bend beyond lucidity

dog rose as I exhale a raindrop quivers

dead moth how many more lives will you live?

generation X the cumbersome leftovers I carry

dark side of the moon the loneliness that everyone becomes

hot blooded moon floods the night sky

with this blood type no relative planet

sleeping sickness the big bang theory theorizes itself

dead sea scrolls the question mark moans

scarecrow hung in a Jesus Christ pose

corn fields spoken harvest on the wind

in whispers the Himalayas of my mind

in whispers the Himalayas of my mind