a ricocheting reflection

I got me an unknown feeling
under the tapping trap door
to my subconscious
Hey I don’t take no selfies
while I’m hugging god
in my straight jacket

I’m just an unknown
drunk poet psychopath
looking for a conscious
Hiding out I said hiding out
in societies isolation ward
listening to the hypocrites
droning over a droning racket

One more bottle
and I’ll be drinking
the dregs of introspection
And another memory
will be left behind
killed, I said killed, dead
by a ricocheting reflection

I stand in naked feet
looking at my backyards
Junkies junkyard wasteland
The grass has grown high
cause no one dances it flat
these sad sad ghosting days

These sad days you’d think
I’d be drinking my sweet rum
outside of my last legs stand
Well you’d be wrong as wrong
Cause I’m still hiding out
till the icky sticky phantoms Pale
and the past passes aways

One more bottle
and I’ll be drinking
the dregs of introspection
And another memory
will be left behind
killed,i said killed, dead.
by a ricocheting reflection

Is that questionable noise
under the tapping trap door
my escape tunnel being dug
How come I get,i gets me
the feeling I’m a standing
on an ancient gallows site
I says I know a mighty Orifice
is destined to devour my Being
as if I were a fucking mantis
Now I turn my stiffening back
on the rotting orange setting sun
as if that’ll stop its fate fueled flight

One more bottle
and I’ll be drinking
the dregs of introspection
And another memory
will be left behind
killed,I said killed, dead.
by a ricocheting reflection

I look at my shadow
stretched out as a cross
In the back yard relaxing
Stretched out ceremonially under
the dead twisted childhood tree
My shadows elongated neck
been tickled roughly to death
by the knotted swing rope

My glory in the sun
has shrunk me
in the presence
of my Shadows waxing
Within my waning
I find dawfing
my Shadows will
an incomprehensible hope

One more bottle
and I’ll be drinking
the dregs of introspection
And another memory
will be left behind
killed,i said killed, dead.
by a ricocheting reflection

Standing on the trap door
I hear the demonic horde
rap out on my memories
moratorium
My shadows applause
is amplified
in this global
glass house auditorium

I can feel the heat
sucking my sweaty memories
from my pores
Through  a curly straw
As I await
for the trap door
to release me into
the succubus worms maw

One more bottle
and I’ll be drinking
the dregs of introspection
And another memory
will be left behind
killed,I said killed, dead.
by a ricocheting reflection

In the end
all the memories die
of self mutilating lies
Deconstructing
the beast into a husk
The shadow hatches
as a cloud of flies
Dispersing
to feed
into the abattoirs dusk

©bg 2016

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Beyond the Moon

I guess for my transformation I cannot atone
I know I walked out to leave her soul all alone
I left her on our home planet of plain themes
To go beyond the moon into uncharted dreams

But it can still hit hard I gotta tell you kiddo
Sometimes feelings can cut you right in half
Make you the schools play ground crybaby
While the bully God watches and has a laugh

Stranded in the coldness of the space I so craved
I learned our parting did not leave me completely unscathed
Now I dream of her with no way of getting back to earth
As I can’t find a way through this cavity spaces immeasurable girth

But it can still hit hard I gotta tell you kiddo
Sometimes feelings can cut you right in half
Make you the schools play ground crybaby
While the bully God watches and has a laugh

Today I discovered a planet that looked just like home
It all looked the same except it was her that had left to roam
At the top of the stairs I sat holding the gravity door open
By the river of tears cascading down the stairs from a man broken
I tried to run away but this alternate dream can not be woken
Worst is friend in this cryogenic state my words of love can’t be spoken

But it can still hit hard I gotta tell you kiddo
Sometimes feelings can cut you right in half
Make you the schools play ground crybaby
While the bully God watches and has a laugh

Now I see you broke your heart when you fell
From your rocket ship into a timeless carafe
Where on earth your love won’t hear you yell
Cause I hear she’s blocked ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
||||||||||||||| your frightened calls on her cell

But it can still hit hard I gotta tell you kiddo
Sometimes feelings can cut you right in half
Make you the schools play ground crybaby
Yeah making you the play ground crybaby

©bg 2016

where my eternity rests

stuck in the swamp
time seems to lose your face
yet i try to taste you in the mud

stuck in the desert
i dig my lips raw in the sand
to feel your skin

at night
i chase the shadows into a frenzy
in my long travels back to you

where in love can i rest
let worries leave on the autumn breeze
and bath in your spring breath

i long to escape from the tyrants errands
that have left me blinded by the mountains
lost in these past swamps and deserts

I tire of fighting off the blood sucking swamp bugs
I long to be loved entwined in your flesh
not these desert weeds
I wish upon fifty thousand stars
to feel the tremors of our passions

I’m bored of immortal tyrants
their false sunset baptisms
their anointing oil
they sell in hermit lamps
to light the false paths I roam
in search of their gimmick rocks
down dead-end trails
to those fossilized ghost towns
where snake oil prophets
sell muted words of praise
intoxicating their victims
with guilty agony
bitten into virgin lips
to carry the poison deep
into a craving heart
where the flames of passion
become fossilized forest
of rotting totem pillars
where the wind carries the wailing
of their broken limbs
gathered for the lovers fire
but alas abandoned to the cold stone world
where the dirt has been eroded away
by armies of gods pissing in the wind

I must now come to you from another reality
from beyond the void of fantasies
where beauty exists in hallowed form

the lame unicorn carries me in her belly
into a world that is to busy spinning webs
to bear witness to my sanguine rebirth
into my lovers catacomb

where my eternity rest

© bg 2011

At the Vets

Today the dog went to the vet
Crazy as a human being
Lost a bone to a mate on a bet
Lost control, couldn’t stop singing

Well he joined us in the mad kingdom
Said he’d got stitched
All he wanted was his freedom
So he could go kill the bitch

Strangest, strangest thing
All these mad animals
And me a human being
Trapped within padded walls

I talk to a parrot of my guilt feeling
The bird just cocks its head
Pretends to count stars on the ceiling
Then bluntly tells me I LIED

The monkey brings my quantum pills
While sleep is my nightmare life
He claims the capsules won’t make me ills
But animals don’t suffer human strife

I’m alone, trapped in a cell with asses
They’re all blind to my sanity
Even if they all don glasses
To magnify my insecurities

I scream the cats all died from curiosity
They say I poisoned my family
But the cats died from curiosity
Including the one called Aunt Emily 

©bg 2010

Kumbayah

It is Possible
To stop a bullet
Exhaled
from an exhausted gun

It is possible
While dawdling round the sun
Naked
To burn your self anointed
palm oiled feet

It is possible
Contentment
will drown all catastrophists
in a bird bath
east and west
of Humpties wall

only leaving
the pessimist-optimists
to stay warm
under wet blankets

singing
Kumbayah
round napalm camp fires
with a charred to the bone
congregation

©bg 2010

Only A Bullet Can Cork Me Now

“Shhhh”

 “I tawt I heard a bullet”

my teddy bear carcass sits

on an up turned tin bucket
down
one of the many
dead ends
found
in this amazing
crop circle maze

i play the guitar

bwooow—chckaaa- bwow- bwow

whilst smoking a pipe

toot-tootle-toot

after years of war
i’ve
learnt the dark art
of not
transcending
or worse
ascending
fates and ladders

a
750ml
bottle
of spice golden rum
burns
like a candle
of memory
for those martyred
under my left foot

every
now and then
a blanket man will sit.

Done.

we play tarot poker

we have inter species conversations

we don’t speak
with the false language of humanity

we grunt, screech and shrug

yet Que Sera
Sera
they in the end
leave

still lost

sometimes
Past times
those adventurous apes
with rocks,spears and chess boards
will come
to take my fire

as i sleep

but my snores
echo
of the walls of stories
frightening them away
with my sound effects
to their phantom fears

i have no right foot

i gnawed it off
so
i wouldn’t kick the bucket

Alice now wears my foot
as a lucky amulet
i can,
if the wind blows in my direction
smell her
still searching
for the black cowled rabbit
who holds the clock
That applauds
with its bloody cleaver hands
virgin Maria statures
waltzing
giddily with horny Waif prayers
round and over
the dance floor
created
of rotting lilies stalks
at the centre of the maze

a bat
discovering
my dead-end
spent months
warning others
at the gargoyle entrance way
my path lead no where

while
hawking his map book

“destination of nations “

but it is only belief that leads nowhere

when the vulture
ate of the bat
he declared to all
the bat had perished
due
to self hypnotic poisoning

for critters and gods of the maze
there is no reason for fertility
just a season
for the culling

a harvester picks me up
and takes me to the restaurant

Dionysuses against the Crucifixions

i tell the wine waiters
dressed
in tuxedo camouflage
who stand around
Nodding like assassins

“i know not its shape nor trajectory

But

only a bullet can cork me now”

© bg 2012

Dusty Angel Wings

Walking down that dusty dirt road
Walking down that rusty dirt road
I got to thinking
as my feet patted the clay
That cold cold southerly wind
Sure can blow the sun away

I left that old city not knowing where I should go
But who says
I says who the hell knows where they should go

So I tossed my old lucky coin up into the clouds
And I followed
that thoth coin away from the darkening crowds

I heard later they hung some sucker from a tree
Someones only
Yeah I knew this sucker better up root to be free

I roamed the world and mother nurtured me
Sweet old mother
I roamed and nature let me grow wild and free

I roamed free and walked the seven deadly seas
Oh salt my wounds
Father times catching up on the back of a breeze

Walking down that dusty dirt road
Walking down that rusty dirt road
I got to thinking
as my feet patted the clay
That cold cold southerly wind
Sure can blow the sun away

When I get to them old crossroads I’ll lay down
I’ll lay on down
And make me my own rusty dusty angel wings

cause I ain’t teathered to no fundamentlist cross
They’ll fossilise me
Mother & father will fossilise me under bog moss

They’ll fossilise me as a fallen angel flying free
Free of trees
With roots that are sure to slowly impale thee

No need to roost in branches of a deluded tree
Sowed to ensnare
No need to roost in crowns that’ll entangle me

Cause I’ll get to them old crossroads and I’ll lay me down
I’ll lay on down
And make me my own rusty dusty angel wings

Walking down that dusty dirt road
Walking down that rusty dirt road
I got to thinking
as my feet patted the clay
That cold cold southerly wind
Sure can blow the sun away
But I’ve got somewhere warm to be
Yeah I’ve got somewhere warm to be

© bg 2016

Loves Beast

once upon a time a witch took shelter at an inn 
known to the adventurous as the “Floating Doldrums ” 
The Doldrums had a room with a rustic looking oak table within
covered in a table cloth made of the finest lush mould 
on which stood thirteen silver flagon’s filled with placenta dust 
around the table sat thirteen apostles waiting to be paroled 
they sat on mushroom stools resurrecting only past paths walked 
by their sacrificed feet round and round their masters blood stained altars
Yet when the time came to ascend the collapsing  ladder they had all balked

from the inn keeper the witch purchased a room for the night 
she folded expertly her red cloak up for a pillow 
laying on the hard cot wrapped in cotton bandages still white 
she plunged her head deep into the swirling universe of dreams 
where large worlds descend into smaller worlds and vice versa 
where time and laws don’t exist or so to the uninitiated it seems

before her lay a fleshly plowed spring field 
in front of her a cauldron sat simmering over a fire 
she placed a note and key into a bottle which she sealed 
before dropping it into the sweetest simmering broth 
then she danced round the cauldron till her feet bleed wine
and the moon was eclipsed by a giant grey dusty moth

the morning sun began its ascension from the mountainous south
the witch stopped her dance to wearily watch the east 
where an elephant was crossing the rivers wide mouth 
she kept an eye on the elephant as it crossed the field 
guided by a man who sat like a jewel on his mounts head 
his intentions hidden behind a golden heart shaped shield

the witch’s fine nose began to twitch and bleed with a sense of fear 
for her nose knew the scent of a dangerous rosemary rattler
who chose from their beads witch hunter for their vile pious career 
once they chose they would go forth with the everlasting sure cure 
to separate the virtuous Beast from his maiden Witch 
with the flame rod he wielded to make all yet again pure

the bull elephant came to a halt kneeling before the witch 
the hunter lowered his golden shield before her radiant beauty 
and blew her kisses filled with thorns and nettles from a switch 
that brought tears to her eyes to sow her Elysian field furrows in salt
above vultures filled the skies screeching hosanna, hosanna 
deafening the hunter to her mercy pleads so his healing would not halt

Her Beast descended from the mountains in bounds, tearing up a tree stump for a club 
he crossed the witches Elysian field his hackles raised and glowing blue 
the bull elephant charged at Beast who struck the elephant out of the hub 
in a few bounds he seized the hunter tossing him away from purging his love
he then knelt beside her gathering her tattered flesh in his protective limbs 
suddenly he was engulfed in flames fanned by the vultures wings from above 

as the flames attacked his flesh Beast stumbled to the rivers spilling edge
Where he laid his witch in a vessel casting the boat safely into the rivers current 
then he turned to face the hunter who was determined to keep his sworn pledge
The hunter retrieved his flaming stake of office from Beasts inflamed being 
then watched Beast stagger back and sink like a sunset into the river 
The hunter exhausted collapsed into his self inflicted flame blinded seeing.

Beast met his Fiend in a watery crypt 
“dead words dead words “furiously screeched Fiend
as he tore up his plays tragic manuscript

on seeing his haggard Beast like a reflection, Fiend pointed a talon like finger
“don’t speak Beast for down here regardless of reason the words are all rotten 
they’ll taste like sewer water on your tongue where for ages they will linger”

“free me Beast, please lead me from this stagnant eternity where i dwell”
“alas” Beast told his fellow captive “i have been given no map or key “
then he waited for the foul taste of those tragic words on his tongue to dispel

Beast lay inside a sarcophagus resting his weary form
Fiend sat brooding atop the sarcophagus like a stature reborn
its angry breaths causing such a draught they kept Beast warm

time hiccuped, then they heard scrapping talon footsteps cautiously approaching
Fiend passed down into the sarcophagus to stand beside Beast to defend him 
for Fiend knew the intended fate of the heartsouls the gods vultures were poaching

knowing Fiend,Beast said, “no my Fiend you must abandon what’s left of me 
for i am your escape,for to destroy me they will release you my shadow “
then vultures did fall on Beast who held on long enough so Fiend could flee

the villagers tell of the dreadful lonesome silence following the howlings 
that come from the mouths of the craggy rock caves facing out from the moon 
where the giant moon shamans say the Fiend of the Beast is at night found prowling
this been the place he found to escape the vultures who sought Beasts heartsoul 
now Fiend lives in a burnt out gypsy rocket shipwreck with a red skinned comet coyote
whose empty eye sockets the local villagers gossip are black as voids coal 
other stories are just as wild, some say in the winter he ate Beasts heartsoul 
To save himself in the white cold barren unforgiving land from starvation 
others say it was to keep the heatsoul safe inside thus making himself more whole

Now in this craggy rocky land he forged his frail essence into almighty hate
Under the guidance of a Cyclops tree that resided on a overlooking hill 
he studied the wisdom of revenge before destiny shuffled the doors of fate
Fates cards began opening trap doors of possibilities for him to ghost walk through.
 
instead he tripped, falling into a land of grave plots where armies assembled
to celebrate the violence and insanity of running their foes through and through 
for the entertainment of their opposing thumb tyrant gods of the Sandbox 
who would condemn their worshipers flesh to carrion for their pet vultures
who at dusk would to the perches round the coliseum steaming blood bath flock

Fiend wandered out of the whales belly into a agitated state 
the new land he had been dealt into smelt like a dark dank pantry 
he blinked light into his eyes bringing into view a harbor of vulture bait
with dozens of stranded rotting whales beached along the emerald shale shore 
Fiend felt the presence of something large and irrationally dangerous
rising up behind him,slowly he turned and there was a mass city spore

inside the coliseum the armies had each brought up their catapult altars 
they were loading them with their golden virgin rocks mined from the divine womb 
the projectiles the catapults hurled turned many ranks of soldiers into defaulters
from the coliseum pulpits the leaders applause of the chaos echoed like thunder 
as each held their next battle commandment tablets above their blood swollen heads
as one evilgood attack tried canceling out the others next goodevil blunder

the witch held the boats rudder as she blew a gale to full the sail
as the boat skipped joyfully across the grey soup like waters of the lake 
Fiend spun quickly when he heard a boat bite grinding on the emerald shale

Fiend on turning saw a vision through the eye of Beasts soulheart
fog lifted from a field where a
radiant witch harvested red berries 
from her orchard where her giant blue furred Beast followed her with his cart 
in a dance of merriment that filled the dry summer air with laughter 
and the long winter moonless nights with passionate whispering kisses 
neither in their joy asked was this now, then or the eternal hereafter

as Fiend drifted back to the lake shore he found himself standing alone 
where he had thought his love stood,now only a sealed bottle with a note lay prone

to Fiends ears from the coliseum came the sound of clashing shields and swords
as the armies danced to the gods chorus of thundering sarcastic claps 
and the twilight skies filled with the beating wings of the tax collectors hordes

as anger once again flowed into Fiends mind the blue fur that had started to sprout 
round Beasts swollen beating soulheart began to recede as Fiend began to spread 
till his dark sprawling lava like arms encircled the city of the blood baptized devout 
Fiend picked up the city spore as if its immense weight held no meaning for him 
turning he carried the city out into the grey murky waters of the simmering lake 
at his waist height the ground under foot disappeared when he stepped off the emerald rim 
weighed down he sunk with the city,panic held onto his thinking so he couldn’t swim

on the shore the hunter sat holding the witches note in his burnt glove
blindly reading the spell to resurrect her fallen Beast 
“this is the map and key to my door, wake me with your kiss my love”

©bg 2011