Love doesn’t Exist

ain’t to sure if those looks you give me say temptation 
i just take pleasure in the dreaming of their translation 
that’s what i do when i’m drinking rum all a lonesome 
while others are dancing with their neurotic emotion

yet when i turn out the flickering neon nights 
because scribes gave us those heavenly lights 
i promise i’ll give unto you a kiss 
the oldest sound of loves secret bliss

this isolated dream burns like a catastrophe lit cigar
I’ve crushed when love won’t dissolve like that ol’ blue ink scar 
i always walk home via those old devil don’t care crossroads 
where my sins cheer as that Thor cross i carry corrodes

yet when i turn out the flickering neon nights 
because scribes gave us those heavenly lights 
i promise i’ll give unto you a kiss 
the oldest sound of  loves secret bliss

i’ve never known a sceptic whose prayer doesn’t sound fallible 
i’ve never known a mystic whose lore was infallible 

yet when i turn out the flickering neon nights 
because scribes gave us those heavenly lights 
i promise to kiss you into that secret heavenly bliss 
i’ll transform you into a believer of what doesn’t exist

© bg 2012

Henceforth

Ice burn is just a feeling to the victims dying
Sunshine’s just a memory that lacks depth
This deeper understanding is like flying
Yet you have no concept of the voids breadth

I want to sink into the darkness
I want to melt within its warmth
Leave me out of the lights starkness
I say Time will no longer shadow me henceforth

This world injects a sickness from its syringe
Hypodermic Telescopic life has yet to be found
The man in the moon with his lunatic fringe
They all know where the godly aliens are bound

I want to sink into the darkness
I want to melt within its warmth
Leave me out of the lights starkness
I say Time will no longer shadow me henceforth

Can you hear the sun laughing in your face
Feel the acid rain searing your souls wind pipe
So many bloody baths are filled with disgrace
Cause Tomorrow’s dawn is full of shity hype

I want to sink into the darkness
I want to melt within its warmth
Leave me out of the lights starkness
I say Time will no longer shadow me henceforth

Stand shivering in this warming global cease pit
Second Masturbation ends the incubation test
Look around there’s no where for Buddha to sit
SuperEgos wander the universe dispossessed

I want to sink into the darkness
I want to melt within its warmth
Leave me out of the lights starkness
I say Time will no longer shadow me henceforth

© bg 2016

I Don’t Understand Hindi

when the universe wants you to fuck up

                                                                                                                                         bad

remember

nah,nah man

just try to remember

what my wide eyed goldfish said

before it dropped the light bulb

down the wishing well

before it shared a doobie with the neighbour’s cat

as they watched the elephant

 poop in Buddha’s pebble garden

just after it wrote a suicide note to itself

in jalapeno & tartare sauce

then licked its fins forgetfully

just moments before the end

of the universe

when the goldfish realised beyond a bowl of

                                                                                                                                   doubt

it was going to outlive the last living universe

& the plastic mermaid

at least for 1 second

                                                                                                                                 “GULP”  said the wide eyed goldfish in Hindi 

© bg 2011

da dum da dum

all my vital organs are in a up turned bucket

hiding there, cause i’m a  hermit crab
scuttling around in the sewer

i found a bloody bone fishing hook the other day

a foetus was suckling on the hook
gripping on for dear evil life  

i laid the foetus to sleep in a small wooden trunk

while we slept a soul came a knocking
i lifted the bucket, he entered 

a strange looking soul with patches of news paper skin

ghostly like in appearance and thought
carrying a glowing skull skinned drum

the soul sat down next to the trunk and played a heartbeat 

da dum da dum da dum da dum da
dum da dum da dum da dum da

i watched sadly the soul fade away like his music 

i picked up the souls flaked tattooed dried skin
to read the souls obituary

i gathered the foetus seed and scuttled from the sewer

following the obituary words
i hid the foetus under soil
from the soil grew a stalk into the light of the moon

i then climbed up the foetus seed stalk

free of my rusting tin bucket

i was always bound to leave the darkness behind me

da dum da dum da dum da dum da
dum da dum da dum da dum da

©bg 2012

My One Siren Ship

i once had me

a kamikaze heart 

since then 
it’s been 
minutes 
that i cruelly drown
like unwanted kittens

hours
that i pretend never to dream
of missing days i imbibe
yet lose
like anonymous letters in the mail

weeks
that escape the law
of my intoxicated memory 

months
i measure by the weight
of empty bottles in my trash can

but the trick 
is not to drink too much
so the world never knows
now the wars lost
how i swallow 
the wrecked jagged pieces
of my retrieved sacrificed heart 
with every breath 
i inebriate
to forget my one Siren ship

© bg 2012

Meselves Utopia Lost

under the feather cover
of darkness black as tar
a flotilla of coffins
crossed the shadow sea

on an island
inhabited by Meselves
they landed

the helmeted Exoskeleton’s hordes
disembarked
from their battle coffins
to marauder in Meselves utopia

like metal dogs
they set fire
to Meselves straw huts

like archeologist
they dug up Meselves lies
enslaving them as facts

like belching giants
of industry
they occupied
Meselves castles in the air
grinding their hopes into fears

like missionary hobbits
they took Meselves precious gods
and cast them tirelessly
into the islands volcano

the warrior Meselves
were vastly out numbered
the protracted fight
was uselessly futile and gory
when the Meselves
finally surrendered
they were skinned alive
in defiant sullen silence

the Exoskeleton’s hordes left
in victorious song
to the dawn 

their leaders
wearing the Meselves skins
as trophies
Took/stole
the remaining warrior bones
far far away
from their sleepy island
to be living daily walking
museum exhibits
of a nightmarish
plagued race

© bg 2011

Feet for tears

i have club feet for tears
Yeah they’re pretty rank
like crushed cigs soaked in stale piss
they fill up my cotton shoes
spilling out the restitched seams

they’re always sticky wet
like im deliberately
stepping into foot spas

i got given pills
Magic Johnsons
to keep my feet
from always running
whenever theres a tissue

so now my feet
just sit bone idle
Sinking uncomfortably
into my mushy
worn out ottoman brain
their toe nails growing
longer and longer
reaching out
i can feel
the constipated pressure
of them yellowed slimy
talons from a cradle
pushing out my puckered eyes
to expose their mankyness
their sniffly red fungal soles
weeping and oozing
from their cracked and crusty
volcanic skin
All over my smiling
grimaced
welcome mat face

and from the stigmata peep holes 
in my splayed stained
wooden hands
i watch my ghost
Continue
Eclipsing the sun

©bg 2016