stay back from the cliff
fossils of view can’t you see
drop off the cliffs face
©bg 2017
Political
an unforgettable haiku
a beguiled kiss lands
upon the collard blue babe
an elephants curse
©bg2017
A Squatters World
i can’t live in water
i can’t live in dirt
yet
it’s as easy to breathe in water
as it is to breathe in dirt
but
where i can be a squatter
there is only the unpalatable air
exhausting
from the political factories
that man u fac true hurt
© bg 2012
an anti-elitist haiku
change ain’t pretty now
the joke has metamorphosed
falls butt err pillar
©bg 2017
a biased haiku
scan propaganda
stamped on passengers faces
foreign skin passports
©bg 2017
a skimming haiku
the dead keep dying
stories polished into myths
bud humankinds rocks
©bg 2016
a plain haiku
in our framed mirrors
we grin at the pestilence
infecting the earth
©bg 2016
the pen is more vicious
history cannot wipe away the black mark tails that betrays
their pharaoh’s hearts have hardened under the suns gaze
Their poisoned ink has blackened the hands of time
Surely the mandate of a power drunk elephant is a crime
Where are the masked super heroes
To combat immortalities infinite zeros
In endless immeasurable starving grief and certain pain
The ox are muzzled as they get fenced of from Narcissus grain
For those ox unbranded are misaligned and spurned
This creates the villenous and vermin the ignorant have learned
but the cowled story teller hides
The fact his coins have two sides
Just as Jezebel had two nurturing breast
Till the zombies in an ignorant orgy did feast
Destroying nourishment in a jealous active rage
So their brethren could rise up their degenerate voodoo sage
© 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
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
