a dystopian haiku

lips cracked like parched earth
earths cheeks blush with mars bloods dust
earth prays for venus

©bg 2017

 

 

a lost haiku

most sparrows survive
eating bread crumbs till they die
this is our way home

©bg 2017

a remembering haiku

blue forget me nots
grow out of my beating heart
Alzheimer’s be Damned

© bg 2017

a sculpting haiku

forming the third rock
the artists time-worn techniques
makes young David blink

©bg 2017

Mr Bartender

i slides on upto the bar

i hails the bartender
like he’s a taxi
with his
sun brightish
yellow suit
and his
black rubberish boots

where are you heading tonight
says mr bartender

straight intwooos a bottle of rum
i slurish
i blurish

i starts
a knocking
back the bottle
i’m blessed with
by
mr bartender

shot after shot

bang!
thud!
bang !
thud!

i slurs

hey mr bartender
i’m
gonnaaaa hits
yous
yous
yous
yous
with
razooors and eraserrrrrs

bang!
thud!
bang !
thud!

i slursish

letus tell yous
my
Dionysus
behind the altar
which

naaah which
not witch
hehehe
who’s counting

AT which
mere mortals falter
by been
truly devoted

yous and meees knows
for
this here drunkard
sooo sooo
many of my lovers
have had
remedial tracks

bang!
thud!
bang !
thud!

damn it man

bang!
thud!
bang !
thud!

i tried i cried
i tried i tired
i got fried
chicken
to go
sooo sooo

hard

to save them
yet
my attempts
were
as pathetic
as any
zealots cosmetic
make over

YEAH YEAH

oh lordie lordie
yes
your present company
excluded
or
deluded
certainly not
included

bang!
thud!
bang !
thud!

hell
let’s face it
lets sale it
i did it all
at the
spectators ball
for i was
my egos thrall

bang!
thud!
bang !
thud!

don’t
you think
Dionysus
Gods
should know
their ego
tantrums
and
curse’s given
can’t be
insured for
geesuswizz

whaada crap
mooosic
yous playing

ahh wheres am i

yes yes
their
collateral damage
is
the only true evil
for
it is a cannibalism
it is a fatalism
it is a nihilism

bang!
thud!
bang !
thud!

anyways
Gods
are
Sods
they’re all bulimic
regurgitating
purgitating
a son
to
eclipse them
partially
or
totally

bang!
thud!
bang !
thud!

shucks

i need
to be
muthered
by
another
bottle of rum
mr bartender

thanks yous

bang!
thud!
bang !
thud!

kingdoms come
and
kingdoms go
gods
are such
capitalists
immoralists
they
tears thems downs
or
let thems drowns
even
the peasants
who
have the audacity
to dream
in
technicolor
have to pay perview
their
visions
their
decisions
with their
souls
enthrallment
resettlement
immortlement

oh lordie lordie
yes
your present company
excluded
or
deluded
certainly not
included

bang!
thud!
bang !
thud!

now that’ll
gets themmms
raised up
into their
desports
approval ratings
around
his
oval table
wheres 
wheresish
they’ll become hisssss turds
to be tossed
unceremoniously
discourteously
from
the top of God’s
ivory
dollhouse
with
arthurs sword
of
audacity
stuck
up their arse ‘s
a
flag attached
waving
behaving
in
a befouled breeze
as a signal
of hope
for change
but nope
twas
a
false pope
for
change

alls thus godshands have done 

oaaars spun
is
created
dictated
thuus
deranged
rearrangement
of
night and day
cause
the gods
are
all thesames

feral

once
they pull on the
onesiessuit
of
office

bang!
thud!
bang !
thud!

you knowessts
my Di on ysusss
i once
and briefly
was chiefly
advised
not
to drink alone
but
oh
i have found
the sound
of
loneliness
loves
my company
for
i am a hermit crab
inside
a
Genie’s bottle
sos nobodies
should
rub a dub
me up
the
wrong way

bang!
thud!
bang !
thud!

i says to ya all
luck it

just
pretend
life is real

bang!
thud!
bang !
thud!

i’m
such a lick arse diplomat
i don’t
mean to be

bang!
thud!
bang !
thud!

ahh where was i’s

yeah i’s hate desports
that send
messages across
this
flatish earth
in phallic symbols
TO KiLL

i’ll go
to them
i can beg
at the keg
of
Buddha

bang!
thud!
bang !
thud!

heysMistererrrBaaartender

howtheluckcome

i only remember i luves her
when i drink
at your
altar

HEY
i says
whaadda think
that guy
Pythagoras
at the
end
of the baaars net
is
looking rather
pink
around the gills

hey
says
do
you
THINK

bang!
thud!
bang !
thud!

that’s whys
i’m such
a bottle dweller
why
my
hell-li-copter propeller
causes
my wrists to suffer
so much
from
5 o’clock shadow

bang!
thud!
bang !
thud!

now meeeee
i’ll
always wear
this
blue burka
when I’m sober
and
can hear
my
ever so chic
heart watch
and
ticking time bomb
combo
counting
tickety tock
rickety tock
down
my beatings
LOUDLY

bang!
thud!
bang !
thud!

shhhh
come here
my con confident

this This THis THIs THIS

shhhhh
’tissss
my secret
so
yous better
die
knowing it

bang!
thud!
bang !
thud!

for
ten years
or
yous could says
for
a ton
of ears
to comprehend
the
weight
i’ve carried
that i married

i have loved 1

isn’t that
pitifool
even
biblical
definitely
a drinkable

bang!
thud!
bang !
thud!

wha….. whaada
yous
thinks her
name meant

haaaaaaaa
naaaaaaah

her
name means hope
yet all
i’ve been is her dope
and
that’s all i’ve been
all she’s ever seen
i am
a pathetic
Darwin specimen
in denial

a
crustacean
droped
on a rock
by a God
within
the bottle kosmos
left only with
two
simple claw hammers

a gift
from a god
no less
or blessed

given
to
bring the thunder
i guessing
whoos cares
they’re friggin
good at
removeing the caps
off
antique bottles of rum
sos i can
call
them
home
for awhile
to drag it with me
for
many a hilly
green Mile

bang!
thud!
bang !
thud!

i will never
go naked
before
neither
either
a parasitic king
or
a dogmatic guru
for
as a beast
i am
always clothed
in
O natural

bang!
thud!
bang !
thud!

i’ve
surveyed
the drunken devils
i
don’t bother
with
the angels

in fear
of retribution they lie
yeah
even the devine can die
in
ones memory

bang!
thud!
bang !
thud!

heres
to the child
of a god
i posthumously
once was
but
in the bowels
of
the colonised
i
became the TAPUA (monster)
that
knows
the end is coming soon
which
will be for gods a boon

sos
anyways
he stays
under
his
exoskeleton
crazy cracked
from
his Gods
lightning fingers
which
in his childhood
struck struck and strucked
always
more than once
shit
why never once

bang!
thud!
bang !
thud!

now
within the confines
of
his cave
he sings
his ancestors song
inhaling
from a lost
Genesis bong
before
a leaping , dancing
bonfire
built like a cross
to bind
his soul
within
his chitin ashes
for
eternity
but
his shadow
ends up
looking
as stupid as atlas
standing
upon
his mind
holding
up
his skull
from
caving in
on his world
that
loves hope

bang!
thud!
bang !
thud!

ehh
closing time
yous says
well
frack you frack you
mr bartender
cause
i knows another
place
with an altar
wheres
ones 
can worship at
24/7
i bids you a good crucifixion sir
i saaays
i bid you a good crucifixion sir

© bg 2011
author’s notes

some verses added or deleted for 2017

1 Could

1 could
write my tunes using the major blue scales
light joy in 1’s eyes with kerosene tasting rum
consume days betting seconds on racing snails
but
nah i think i’ll just stab my heart till i’m numb

1 could
moon after moon add 1’s blood to a palette
paint a surrealistic world fill off happy people
sit on 1’s garden wall till fall to make an omelette
but
nah i think i’ll just stab my heart till i’m numb

1 could
by sunset chew 1’s soul down to 1’s fossil bones
bury all nine of 1’s black cats in a smoky saloon
wait in 1’s casket apartment for 1’s visiting cyclones
but
nah i think i’ll just stab my heart till i’m numb

1 could
wraith box 11 rounds b4 1 dives in2 1’s cornered bucket
stuck at the bottom 1 might See a light drilling in
1 might hear damnation vampiric angels sound a tucket
but
nah i think i’ll just stab my heart till i’m numb

1 could
hoard and hoard till 1 can’t fly 1’s fox’s coop
silver fur 1 plucks wont insulate 1 against the truth
chickenhawks games will be why 1 ends up as fox hole soup
but
nah i think i’ll just stab my heart till i’m numb

1 could
light joy in 1’s 2 eyes with kerosene tasting rum
find me rusted mirrors to use as spittoons
do a Houdini & escape this here snare drum
but
nah i think i’ll just stab my heart till i’m numb

©bg 2017

a trumpeting haiku

the world’s full of cooks
soiled hands drop in the mushrooms
while the Crock-Pot boils

© bg 2017

between the rains

between the rains

one sits marooned on ones rock where sirens once sang
one could build a church but one doesn’t want to hang
all day ones scales are pecked at by squawking gulls
all ones got left is an old soul full of drunken skulls

between the rains

in one’s chained cupped hands one contains the rains
holding ones mirror one sees how the old moon wanes
the storm clouds burst over ones masked pale face
striking one’s pocked marked face like a spiked mace

since time became a god, one will sacrifice every second
since god became the judge, ones execution is self-assured
&
the daemons wings shall flay ones skin along the process to be cured
since time begun the empty cross has always silently beckoned

between the rains

one slept the night in the eternal womb/tomb of a cave
as the sun rose one headed into the world dressed as a knave
as the sun ascended one climbed the towers twisted stairs
to take ones place on one of the turrets coveted checkered squares

between the rains

one stood above the devil’s empty crossroads grave
at the end of the contorted path one’s shadow did pave
one tries to leave the past behind and heads out west alone
yet still one’s shadow stretches back upon the cross to atone
yet still one’s shadow gravitates back into the void to atone

since time became a god, one will sacrifice every second
since god became the judge, ones execution is self-assured
&
the daemon’s wings shall flay ones skin along the process to be cured
since time begun the empty cross has always silently beckoned

between the rains

time had given one the knowledge which one used to douse the light
then while the kings slept one used flames to win the fight
across ones battlefields echoed ones victorious fleeting breath
till all the drunken skulls within ones soul quoted Macbeth

“Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow ….”

between the rain
upon ones rock one stood defiantly before the reapers hordes
at ones feet lay all the conquered pieces ceremonial swords
&
from these swords they fashioned ones chains
to hold one to ones rock
where commencing on each enlightenment the gulls flock to feast & mock

“Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow ….”

since time became a god, one will sacrifice every second
since god became the judge, ones execution is self-assured
&
the daemons wings shall flay ones skin along the process to be cured
since time begun the empty cross has always silently beckoned

©bg 2017

to see forever

he was just a boy ever so clever and wise
wanted to see forever with his own eyes
sooooooo
he dressed up as a Messiah and crafted a ladder
then he climbed up that ladder rung after rung
ascending he got bit by a descending adder
causing him to fall while the cloud sirens sung

breathing in and breathing out takes its toll
gaining highs and failing lows take a toll
broken bones scatter into the starry-eyed night
and the brave boy succumbs to the adders bite

he was just a boy ever so clever and wise
wanted to see forever with his own eyes
sooooooo
he dressed up as a prophet and crafted a vessel
in the desert he strayed to inject his Achilles heel
rising so high he challenged Thoth to a wrestle
Thoth caste him back down broken on the wheel

breathing in and breathing out takes its toll
gaining highs and failing lows take a toll
broken bones scatter into the starry-eyed night
and the brave boy succumbs to the adders bite

he was just a boy ever so clever and wise
wanted to see forever with his own eyes
sooooooo
he dressed up as an ape and crafted a domain
he enslaved all the tribes and fleeced every trees crown
from the top off his totem he sat and did reign
but as every god learns what goes up must come down

breathing in and breathing out takes its toll
gaining highs and failing lows take a toll 
broken bones scatter into the starry-eyed night
and the brave boy succumbs to the adders bite

he was just a boy ever so clever and wise
wanted to see forever with his own eyes
sooooooo
he dressed up as an old man and crafted a pipe to pash
to chase a dragon into the night to steal its flight
but the dragon flames cancerously consumed the boy to ash
and the brave boy succumbs to the adders bite

he was just a boy ever so clever and wise
wanted to see forever with his own eyes
sooooooo
he dressed as a boy and crafted a sleeping cap
he’d put bells on the cap to wake him when he died
he journeyed many seasons with his pillow as his map
when his bells tolled he stood before death and lied
he said
i’m just a boy who has been ever so clever and wise
for i have traveled forever and seen it all with my own eyes
death replied
then you’re prepared to see nothing with your dead eyes
in fear the boy ran his bones scattering into the starry night
and the brave boy succumbed to the adders poisonous bite

breathing in and breathing out takes its toll
gaining highs and failing lows take a toll
broken bones scatter into the starry-eyed night
and the brave boy succumbed to the adders bite

©bg 2017

kissing my one true love adiue

well i got me a woman who done gone disappeared
i went to find her in a wreck that just won’t change gear
broke down just a little before the lights turned salt eyed red
i gotta know babe why didn’t you stay in our cold cold bed
you gotta tell me before i unload this gun full of cold cold lead

i know i’d come home drunk and stinking of rum and you’d spew
i know you’d scream at me that i loved the bottle more than you
and you know i’d always swear to ya that, that just wasn’t true
but i know when you saw my lips kissing the bottle’s you knew
i guess i lied to your face cause i’d hate to see your eyes turn blue

well i gotta say my love gave me some kind of lost direction
i’m just stroking this gun thinking bout natural selection
raindogs have pews and you always called them curbs of reflection
well i’m sitting on one now waiting for a taxi back to my past
cause i know a road ahead without my love will leave the past unsurpassed

i woke up this morning with her back in my old unmade bed
my shrivelled purpled heart looking at her as if she were dead
she asked me if i brought her Flowers,i shook my guilt hung head
i could tell her the truth because she’d already turned a drowned blue
waiting for my parched lips that were still trying to kiss my one true love adiue

© bg 2013