Are we not all dying goldfish

Floating sideways
in a chunky pee soup

breathingdrowning.
consumingdefiled.

Sunk like a battlesub
camouflaged golden

in toxic green waters
with explosive

dumplings

by bg 2010

What is a Head?

It’s just

A decorated egg

From which the soul

Never hatches

©bg 2010

Betrayal

Jesus kneels in the garden
I kneel in mine

It’s true
Time and ages
Run in parallel lines

But my sacrifice
Isn’t so noble

I’m sure
I felt
The soft
moist touch
From the lips off Judas

Because
I’m a coward
I worry
That they will
Break my legs

When

They

Pull

Me

D

O

W

N

©bg 2010

The Titanic Express

The little train.       Goes
Choo choo
Poo poo
Chug a lug chug a slug
Down the infinity line

1st stop

I didn’t do it
(Infest this compost
With pestilence)

Screw this
I’m not guilty
(I didn’t premeditate my breathing
essence is free you pious nobs)

Why has humanity
Condemned me
(A mere beast to carry
The burdens
Of life life fucking LIFE )

The little train.       Goes
Choo choo
Poo poo
Chug a lug chug ya mug
Down the infinity line

2nd stop

Stupid time table
Forced me back
on the ride
(I stand trapped
carrying this train
Dragging
my problems to death)

I’ve never accepted
The Yoke
nor the Joke
I stare out the window
(dreams are so empty
Words Are so full of shit
Neither has meaning)

The little train.      Goes
Choo choo
Poo poo
Chug a lug pop a drug
Down the infinity line

3rd stop

Everyone is off the train
I sit down
(there are no signs
Saying
“Protest in transportation”)

The little train.       Goes
Choo choo
Poo poo
Chug a lug gives a tug
Down the infinity line

4th stop

We exit
a long tunnel
I weep into the light
(sew up the earth
No more suffering birth)

The little train.      Goes
Choo choo
Poo poo
Chug a lug there’s a thug
Down the finity line

5th stop

Who is this newbie
Conscripted engineer
Accelerating
Along the tracks
Helping me I think not
Brake you moronic
Samaritan
(no one makes it freely to their enlightenment)

The little train.       Goes
Choo choo
Poo poo
Chug a lug chug a lug
Down the finity line

6th stop

Ticket inspectress
Takes my passport
And makes a WHITE xerox
(recognise identity fraud
Jesus frigging christ
it’s a crime)

The little train.       Goes
Choo choo
Poo poo
Chug a lug there’s my mug
Down the finity line

7th stop

I lie down
Crushing My lungs
Under
Such a clangorous
train of thoughts
( anxiety is gravity)

Soldiers step
over my Gasping
existence
trying to get home
(war never brings peace
Who are they warring with
YOurselves
In the shadows
In the light
wearing
our vomit stained
Operating theater mask
So we can regurgitate
At the zombie
masquerade ball)

The little train. Goes
Choo choo
Poo poo
Chug a lug so so smug
Down the finity line

8th stop

Red light ladies
Seduce the stars
Train curb crawls
Round the heroin
Spoon bends
(money doesn’t give a fuck
Or Encouragement
Just Esoteric
androcentric
Endorsements
For someone else’s
Daughter )

The little train.       Goes
Choo choo
Poo poo
Chug a lug chuck a rug
Down the finity line

9th stop

Heading to the toilet
To unburden myself
I trip
Falling
on the worn out
red carpet
(I ignored
The Past martyrs
Dead they are
Yet
Yeti
Not forgotten
But worst
Misquoted)

The little train.        Goes
Choo choo
Poo poo
Chug a lug get a hug
Down the finity line

10th stop

stick ’em up tax men
Board the train
From my souls
Safe pockets
They emptied
My rhythmic heart
My omnipotent mind
My essence producing lungs
My purifying liver
My water making miracle kidneys
My creation giving testicles
My temple bones
My last meal and guts
My bottled blood
My cloak of many skins
(existence is nothing
Without a container
To live through)

The little train.       Goes
Choo choo
Poo poo
Chug a lug pulling the plug
Down the finity line

11th stop

Out on the platform
They are boarding up
the windows
And the doors
To my carriage
I am their beast
To sacrifice
To purge their innocence
(Societies nobodaddy
does not redeem
His raindog
If it cannot be found
Let it be euthanized
Saith
the self frightened
Dog collared
Lynch mob)

The little train.       Goes
Choo choo
Poo poo
Chug a lug pulled the plug
Down the finity line

12th stop

ASPHYXIATED
a baby
Trapped
in societies caged
cervix
A baby
Raped by societies
Phallic worshipping
leaders
(life belies
A preached Truth)

The little train.        Goes
Choo choo
Poo poo
Chug a lug pulled the plug
Down the finity line

13th stop

Now they know their gentle wrongs
Now they’ll morn to justify themselves
In lamented prayers and bewailing songs
My relics will sit on their derelict shelves
(forever and ever to be fabricated)

The little train.        Goes
Choo choo
Poo poo
Chug a lug graves dug
Down the finity line

14th stop

A slab of concrete
Covers the sacrifice
Still warm from the ancient sun
(even in the vacuum of space
I can hear myself think
There is no door of light
For human kind
to walk thru )

©bg 2016

There is always a Capitalist

there is always 
a Capitalist
to break the wings 
of free BEAST

there is always 
a Capitalist 
to sell a slave 
FREEDOM

there is always 
a Capitalist
to trade those beasts 
back their broken SOUL

there is always 
a Capitalist
to send those beast 
to fight their WARS

there is always 
a Capitalist 
to take free beasts 
back to a fettered STATE

© bg 2012

Regret

in the
kitchen
humming
tuneless
she stands
stainless

a tomb
a guardian
a refrigerator

inside her freezer

frozen

there’s a loaf of bread
sliced
there’s a fish
gutted
there’s one fetus
saved
best due date expired

© bg 2012

I see those clouds getting blacker

Guess some folks are fixed on dying
That’s why they prey for bullets to rain
Well I see those clouds getting blacker
Well I guess I best be looking for some kinda shelter

Guess some folks love the  devine
Why they do mention him all the time
Well I see those clouds getting blacker
Well I guess I best be looking for some kinda reason

In my cave I gave shelter to my Shadows
In my grave I made them wings to fly
Well I see those clouds getting blacker
Well I guess my Shadows heard those prayers
Yeah I guess my Shadows kinda heard your whispers

In my cave I gathered all my little critters
In my grave I fed them my flesh and fermented blood
Well I see those clouds getting blacker
Well I guess I might of drunk alone and raised hell
Yeah I guess I might of drunk alone and kinda raised me hell

I walked out into the wasteland with empty hands
If I could I’d make this dream safe for the rest of you
Well I see those clouds getting blacker
Well I guess I could smell the coffee and wake up
Well yeah I guess I could kinda wake the dead from his flower bed

I can hear the rain bouncing off the rusty tin
roof
I opened my eyes to see the rusty tin roof bleeding
well I close my eyes to see those black clouds raining bullets
Well I guess my whispered prayers have been answered
Well I guess this rain ain’t gonna pass till I do
Well I guess I might of drunk alone and kinda raised me hell
Yeah well I guess I’m laid out stone cold in some old ladies flower bed
Well yeah I know some folks still love the fallen gnome devine

©bg 2016

Almost Normal

Almost normal almost normal
Screaming in my head
screeching till I’m dead
Almost normal almost normal

The hordes are gathering for battle
The sight causes me to ricochet away
Right into a field of slaughtered cattle
I can smell the rancid bouquets of decay

Wading through the cess pool I must cross
Hands with fingers of teeth latches to my legs
as grey clouds gather over my head like moss
I’m pulled down into the grey depths of god’s dregs

Almost normal almost normal
Screaming in my head
screeching till I’m dead
Almost normal almost normal

I feel the umbilical cord recoil as it stares into my eyes
Yet still into this inhospitable world it pulls me back
Where I walk among the aliens in a human skin disguise
The futures orifice always opens to devour a past over snack

I smell Xenophobia running through their veins
Cause they’re vain
Primeval hate baptised his urchins the tribal shamans of bane
Everlasting rulers via an omni trident potent fascist mogul
A totem for all the dying plebeian enslaved eyes to Ogle

Almost normal almost normal
Screaming in my head
screeching till I’m dead
Almost normal almost normal

Lost in primeval elites bane masters fears Lowbrows built towers
Collapsing towers that fell into immaterial rubble
A Familar picked up the pieces after the
meteorightous showers
To build in the vacuum of reality a single idyllic bubble

Lowbrows baptised in the dust stood outside the bubble in silent awe
Myth lay buried and mute under its cemetery of a fallen city
To enter the bubble the Familars minions all began castrating of their outer flaw
Yet for Myth who begat them they shed no fallen tear of pity

Almost normal almost normal
Screaming in my head
screeching till I’m dead
Almost normal almost normal

Bloody skin sacks lay spilling seed down into gaias nether
Rising from the dust howling the begat minions cast offs emerged anew
As Dustliars they inherited the accursed land that is their tether
Like their fathers they enslaved the Lowbrows to build towers into the blue

Light and dark came and went till one dark period water did gushforth
When light returned the homunculie were dry in their ivory towers
Translucent in the light as they were dried off by the wind from North
While in the tombwomb of giai Myth slept dreaming of superpowers

Almost normal almost normal
Screaming in my head
screeching till I’m dead
Almost normal almost normal

Familiar wrote a Word that was sure to cause cities to burn and bleed
The Word fell slowly turning spinning regurgitating into many a bloody idea
Sadly the Dustliars knew how to roll it off their fork tongues so it was repeatedly said
But Lowerbrows heard its fowlness and replied “there’s no panacea”

False Memories like a poison seeped through the Dustliars will
Time for the Lowbrow was drudgery grey smoke panting from their gill

Eons turned pages tailored by story tale tellers into tatters
The weight of civilizations pollution seeped into Myth Familiar thought irrelevant
Mutating Myths essence into a form that really matters
Inside the womb of the Dustliars motherland awoke Myth feeling again Relevant

For in the Lowbrow Darkness Myth did mushroom to sustain the Lowbrow
Soon they would bring down the Dustliars towers with their Shares and plow

Almost normal almost normal
Screaming in my head
screeching till I’m dead
Almost normal almost normal

The hordes are gathering for battle
The sight causes me to ricochet deja vu away
Right into a field of slaughtered cattle
I can smell the rancid poppy bouquets of decay

Almost normal almost normal
Screaming in my head
screeching till I’m dead
Almost normal almost normal

©bg 2016

Tears to the Hereafter

do my tears cry
as they stroll to their poetic death
down my mask of happy disguise

just past my cheeks 

they’ll die by the swipe of my hand
like watery mosquito freaks

©bg 2012

Darkink

Will hope forever remain another mans bride

Will bitterness be all that fills my quill

Is its   darkink   all I have to sacrifice to paper

Will I never write my symphony of joy

Across the whites of my blue eyes

©bg 2010