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

tanka by a wanka 2 the elites trickle down effect

water licking toes 
gonna be drowned by high moon 
back to the pearl gates
a sewage pipe above spews 
busking outside man made hell 

© by bg 2021

haunting errors

searching for god still
in the  haunted house 
perched upon a man made hill 

i stare into a ghost's mirror 
no nobodaddy do i see 
but the beast is getting nearer 
the savior fades into the sea

i hear a groaning door 
in the haunted house 
thats resting on the sea shore  

i look back at the ghost mirror 
i see the beasts wanted poster
his aged face is getting clearer
my quarry is getting closer 

i float like a ghost 
in the haunted house 
that sails the milky way's coast

i stare out a shattered window 
where time is reversed 
the sunrise is full of innuendo 
physics reacts unrehearsed 

i stand as a porch post 
apart from the haunted house 
left behind like a burnt signpost 

to the house of lucid dreams 
to the house of mimicking mirrors
to the house of echoing requiems 
to the house of haunted errors 

© bg 2021  


The endeavor of man gods



In the lab of man gods i am way pass the time 
i was begging for my caged  immortal  end 
those mad egotistical scientist of moral crime 
Who have gone completely round the bend  
believe in giving immortality to the dying  
so their fanatic will shall be done 
Their maniac laughs drown out the crying 

And
A barrel of rum will be my casket 
yeah
I’ll cross the river styx in my basket 
While 
I'll drink my spirit like it was my pee 
Yeah 
On an island i’ll get out still a raindog 
Yeah oh yeah 
Just to cock my leg on life's tree 
Just to cock my leg on life's tree 

Allah's brewed up jihads will never win peace 
Jesus can never return from whence he never came 
Buddha sits taking his placebos on his sheepskin fleece 
God’s spill from his blood bath still rains death with flame
While they give out immortality to the dying  
All so their fanatic will shall be done 
While their maniac laughs drown out the crying 

And
A barrel of rum will be my casket 
yeah
I’ll cross the river styx in my basket 
I'll drink my spirit like it was my pee 
Yeah 
On an island i’ll get out still a raindog 
Yeah oh yeah 
Just to cock my leg on life's tree 
Just to cock my leg on life's tree
Then i’ll jump from that rock into the river 
To be swept drunkenly out to sea 
Lost where peace will finally deliver 
To be lost forever from man gods endeavor


 © By bg 2020

school play review

the fantastical Mr Trump 

plays 

peter peter peter 

and from 

rapunzels golden tower 

so sue me

judas 

delusional   preformances 

didnt bungle 

a singular word 

afterwards 

Mr Trump

claims

to have played  

jesus christ 

superstar 

soooo 

suckcesfully 

Mr Trump 

who 

directed the play 

was quoted

as saying 

“the show was a 

revelation

no one casts 

extras 

into 

lakes of 

fired

like me 

i’m 

sooooo good 

at it”

no one 

but 

Mr Trump 

knows 

what 

IT 

IS 

catch 

the next 

performance 

at 

covid home theatres 

easter friday 

close to you 

for nz fake news reviews

i’m bg 

back to you 

voters.

©bg 2020