WE MOVE THE WHEEL
we move the wheel
that turns through each mistake,
giving motion
to the roles we chime
until both trickle out of time
like brittle steel
that rusts and breaks
into lapsed devotion.
less, or more,
you imagined it was sure
sharing the road
with you,
treading under dark, grey and blue
sky, wondering where it went going
to unfold
in fates wind blowing
fondling your full face
to some top-to-bottom place.
we have moved the wheel,
only to reveal
our high Metropolis
is still the same Acropolis
of extremes and obscenes
spreading gangrenous genes.
we have separated Dream from Time
and live in mirages
like Bacchus and Libera
duped in an era
condoning crime,
altering the images
of it’s illustrious self
stealing the wealth
of massed, divided synergies.
Us
we are composed
out of the fate of stars
a light dark light so old
and tuned that regards
most of Us as Other
peasants
who are clothed
without privelaged presents
to burn wood in cracked stoves
under crumbling cover.
stitched to Their time
we entwine
in our own interpretation
of this spinning station.
only burlesque bright skies
and the iris flowers of abandoned eyes
can change the fixed views
of a selfish landscape
into united hues
of equal state.
our reality is broken-
we are the hosts
and ghosts
who have been stolen
the violated tokens
of corporatist totems
screen greed being traded
and invaded
then beaten for protesting by police
working for the Thief.
THE HERMIT
off rink
i think
and sit
like a hermit
but time
isn’t mine
to design.
the images erased
from memory in this cave
reverses the lathe
of shaped corruption
to avoid self destruction.
to an unseen, individual,
prime residual
unlit spark in the integral
strum of strings
that turns in revolutions rings,
the equal hands on the cosmic clock,
plays rhythms we know
but have forgot,
neither quick or slow,
but just so, with natures tow.
this solitary Eden,
paradise without our seed in
beneath the clouds of atmosphere,
alters with us here
overthrowing Older Orders without consent
in the deafening, silent firmament
and near
in conditioned fear.
PUSSYCOCKCLOCK
i always rise from rest
when you have your breasts
lactating on my chest.
such sensuous kisses
of womanly wishes
feed both of my pouting fishes.
for ma sen,
with you, in why, where and when
i know the thoughts behind your eyes
by now
before they materialise
somehow
in each translated stream
of reality and dream.
pussy cock pussy cock
pussycockclock
on pleasures plain
where juices rain
and shakey bed rocks
our throbs on natures strings
cum together
entwined in Celtic rings
freedom doesn’t measure.
LOVE DUBBING
she was squeezing his head
under his brim
rubbing
his mind instead
love dubbing
from her to him
how it says
and stays
in their suited ways
playing.
he was hearing
Schiller
in her
beautiful soul
and feeling
whole in his role
with her inside him
being beside him
so no religion goes
into what he knows
and slavery is opposed.
real time.
space time.
the general theory
of relativity
is gravity
and how we fit
into it
drawn together
like curved light forever
bestowing pacifist pleasure.
every wall we erect,
even those to protect,
has a butterfly affect
on us all,
and this changing of guards
by artificial stars
in our own backyards
demolishes democracies halls,
disfiguring each ascension
of physical dimension
with criminal intention.
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