Showing posts with label paradise. Show all posts
Showing posts with label paradise. Show all posts

Tuesday, 22 April 2025

HOW WE BLEW IT




all 
the
WE did this
&
WE did that

how WE failed mother earth &
how WE squandered paradise &
how WE cut down all the trees &
how WE poisoned the rivers &
how WE melted the glaciers 
how WE blew it &
all that

well i dont feel 
i should be included
as i didnt do any of that

& neither i bet did you









Friday, 10 December 2021

PREP THE GREEN SCREEN SCREAM

 


   the
   cat

his shadows 

are like almost cgi

& such hi-res is migraine alert

encrypted 
upload 
incoming 

prep the green screen scream


~


the kaleidoscope vice 
the icy panorama 

i can smell cabbage / weed / sulphur

theres a truth in migraine
revelation in the glitches

somewhere

yes
 







photo - i can see you seeing me






Wednesday, 20 September 2017

WAS IT YOU BUCKOWSKI ?



buckowski
buckowski
buckowski

you rotten dog

was it you i read
when you said

youre surrounded by assassinated people ?

well
theyre still here

unable to notice 
the ordinary madness
of
this
impossible paradise
as
we
throw out tomorrow
with
the bath water rain



Image result for rain in gta

from gtaforums.com

Tuesday, 27 August 2013

LITTLE PARADISE


when i dont itch with insect irritation
and got nothing that needs a scratch
and no brown rot in my teeth 
and no one laid out in a hospital gown on thick sheets to visit
and there are no urgent scrips to fill
and my trousers fit good and comfy
and everything sits in the right pockets
and my feet are happy and cool where they are
and everyones mood is adequate or better
and the news and the globe are just things outside the dented fence
and the scribbles in the many notebooks are not chaos
and the dishes are kind of done enough for me
and the isnt too much cat litter spilt on the porch floor
and there seems to be Space and Air and Time
and the future is not a black wall of dead bricks
but easy events on a blue horizon
and there might be a good movie waiting on the coffee table
and i'm not too tired to think
and the tentacle mutants climbing out the bookcase are a forgotten dream
and the book open on the kitchen table among the friendly scatter of crumbs can hold me and impresses me but wont make me feel small
and the radio is gentle and no white static yell
and nicotine gum and cold water are enough for now
then
i
can 
begin
to 
relax

and breath out slow

and file it all away for a mental apocalypse day
when i need to 
KNOW 
that these times happen