tanka by a wanka 6 jeff bezos

bezos you old dog 
did laika see god today
bet your slaves saw red

did you crap in your space suit
you cannot afford a break

© by bg 2021
published a little late,but it was written i little early so balance and all that .ūüôā

grand old deceiver

something felt 
broken
flattened
maybe
the goddam earth
had been
folded
by the
grand old deceiver

had it been
shelved
filed
categorised
into
different boxes
decks
to be
reshuffled later
by the
grand old deceiver

will hearts
beat
clubs
will diamonds
wear out
spades
who nominates
who shuffles...
what happened
to the fifth
to the
permanent...
was it
slipped
up the
robed sleeve
of the
grand old deceiver

spite and malice
disguised
as
love thy neighbor
it's just a game
of
cat and mouse
that ends
in
misery
playing solitaire
in rwanda
drunk on ubuki
with
discarded cards
germany
once bent
then was
scratched and marked
by other
cheating
tribes/nations
before and after
germany's
wrangling hands
or
simply
sleight of hand
by the
grand old deceiver

© by bg 2021


twas the theme to sesame street

waking up every future day 
head in a silver cloud of pain
swallow my delinquent pills
watching rivers go down the drain

i farted in an empty square room
where reaper noses tuck you inn
i swear i tooted a tune of doom
twas the theme to sesame street

friends are just lemon used cars
junkyard frogs full of air croaking
better just to let them rust away
its their pistons they're stroking

sometimes i will hear their static
on my battery draining radio
sounds bagpipe tuning asthmatic
twas the theme to sesame street

i'm in the outhouse meditating
spinning bogg paper into rhyme
when i hear the doorbell ringing
my shit stinks guess i ate thyme

will the parlor flood doors let in light
will the trashcan get washed away
what was the devil fiddling all bright
twas the theme to sesame street

epitaph

just like big bird he had no flight
his imaginary fiends were real
from the playground he walked
knowing it was all just surreal

upon his throne he was dissolved
by a choir of angels gagging
what they sung has been solved
twas the theme to sesame street
twas the theme to sesame street

RIP

© by bg 2021

safari lady

safari lady 
strode
across the back
of a
zebra
in flattened
snake skin
bare feet
brushed lightly
with sand
left over
from this mornings
barren
beach walk

safari lady
woreout
pink
pin striped
liberty
bell bottoms
while crossing
a
black and white
semiarid
world
of ever
increasing
desertification
circles

The thermal currents
lifted her
buzzard
black hair
into
wings

A black crop top
hid her
sagging jowl
exposed breast
leaving her
vulnerable
mid age drift
exposed
so
i never saw
safari ladies
bloodshot
electrocardiogram
red
flatlined
eyes

In her
righteous
gripping talon
clamped tight
a street magnum
sat
cradled
as cold
as a
dormant steel
mouse

SHIT

spilt
hot coffee
awakening
left me
dehydrated
and
ready to
fade out 
a
scream

BANG

safari ladies
Philadelphia cream cheese skin

SPLATTERED

With blood red lipstick
from another woman
by cheats

I discreetly left
stage right
to wipe
off
some
blood red lipstick
from my
cleopatra
grape lovers
popsicle
farewelled
iced scream
smile

© by bg 2021


the legend off jack doe

second i was born reformed
beliefs just thought i was deaf punk
as my songs got more outta tune
judges thought i was in a down beat funk
geez bees
i was a screaming acid metal junk

well im just your suicide jumper busker
on the departure platform i drop my hat
you'd only hear off me if i became a husker
to tune into this station
well the world ain't flat
no it sure can't be said
that the astronaughts world is flat

i fretted over the sleepers i laid
left behind me some fresh bending blue tracks
rum amped the bad ass deeds i delayed
as i went on a sustained attack
all day long licking snow off the lines
geez bees
backmasking hypno crossroad neon signs

well im just your suicide jumper busker
on the departure platform i drop my hat
you'd only hear off me if i became a husker
to tune into this station
well the world ain't flat
no it sure can't be said
that the astronaughts world is flat

i won't leave any one hit wonders behind
no band-aids could ever staunch my minds tempo
as mayflies dance on the crescendo aligned
they screamed out my last stage name
JACK DOE
JACK DOE
i layed down a ghost track critics could reject
geez bees
that i never never used any special effects

well im just your suicide jumper busker
on the departure platform i drop my hat
you'd only hear off me if i became a husker
sow tune into this station
cause the world ain't flat
no it sure can't be said
that the astronaughts world is flat

© by bg 2021

the sell out

as a fetus 
they threw me
into
the pits
of
bottomless despair
to be saved
till later
later tills
ring
my fetus dry
KA-CHING

a place
where there was no candy
and
no fucking rum
to soothe my tum
from
green crayon lipstick
kisses
sickness
that stained me blue

they the
OmniOminous
OmnibeneViolence
ones
with their prune
goose bumped skinned
taxidermy genitals
hanging
like dark stretched out clouds
overhead
ready to piss down
oil thicky
sticky juice
into
my lead lined
decanter
murmured
through
charred
teeth gritted smiles
their past sins
were now my
incinerating accounts
OWED
to justify bathing me
in their radiation
treatment
to cure
me of my
freewill
stupefied tumors
befouling my eyes

i stayed
unable to see
myself out
silently slugging out
an existence
by mining
the
maddening depths
of the
lead lined decanter
for all the
embalming fluid
the decanter caught
from the above
booming
incoherent babbling
indoctrinating
spittle
that slid down
to puddle
in the
evaporated
tear acid
deficits
i etched
before i lost my eyes

by and by
stripped
of my
amniotic blanket
by
priestly time's
wriggly maggot hands
and just
to feel warm
and must
as a beast
feel warm as ice
as a least
i would soak myself
into
the embalming fluid
to weigh myself down
to turn
my hard
driedfried
out fetus shell
into
angel dust
as
KA-CHING
i sold out
to a
higher dealing authoritative

© by bg 2021

cold turkey

on the abyss endless steppe 
i stood
watching my soul evaporate
as i breathe out
trying to warm
my cold cold hands

galloping past
a crow caws at me
from the back
of a wild pale horse
heading east
towards the river styx

i continue west
a pack of salivating wolves
orbiting
my cold turkey aura

i am unconcerned
the insulated hut
was claustrophobic
better
to be out in the wild
free of feeling lost
trying to act
civilised
or
as some
propagandist
call
religious

anyways
i could still see the abyss
through the huts
blood stained
macabre
glass windows
with the clawed tattered
thermal
hell fire red
curtains

i could still feel the abyss
sighing
through the floor cracks
whistling
through the keyhole
waiting
for the frozen tundra
to melt
within the
crematorium
before
the abyss
freezes over again
my crushed
ashes
absorbed
into the frozen tundra

better
to ignore the gods
numbered
pebbles
to walk the endless abyss
to allow
the soul to evaporate
far
far beyond the reach
of the
doctors
the
priest
and the
spiritual nets
that'll
take your gold teeth
to cradle you
in highly perishable
myths

i continue to walk
beyond
the river styx
only
breathing out
only
breathing out
so as not
to
inhale the gas
to choke
within
the gods
bricked retort

© by bg 2021

tanka by a wanka 3 drowning evolution

from the moons birds view 
earths feeble crop of green hair
is drowned by bald blue
i hear seaweed is healthy
mind warp to devolve whomans

© by bg 2021

eternities devils

disengaged 

birds flew

bye

sigh 

people wearing mask 

me in mine

nothing new

hiding corpse blue

how do they breathe 

suffocate 

in their deceased beliefs 

wearing wrist watch wreaths 

while i don’t write¬†

anymore 

the world took its toll

from rocky peaks i roll

i was just a delusion 

that angels flew

bye 

wings disengaged 

plummeting

into 

eternities

hell 

through 

my

shot round 

gaps 

©by bg 2020