Her Mothers Daughter?
Her mother’s daughter,
his father’s son.
Teaching our parents
what has already begun.
Video-taped together,
in a circle,
in a square.
Pass her legs to his smile;
the fierce flame,
channeled fire.
“Alright, wait a minute.”
Value-added satisfaction;
the revolution of human thought.
Micro cosmology, essential mix,
tonight the oceans awaken.
Aggravated emotional content,
demeaning flavours, reluctant.
So many potatoes,
so few moments.
Hypnotised triangle
devoted to down streaming.
Violent massacres occur,
vomiting rainbows;
dream sensation.
Throwing things that sizzle on the fire,
listening on the phone.
Trees that make love,
acorns grow wild.
Systems mutilated,
video ducks.
Digital kisses
like virtual text.
Mainline chronic illusion.
What is real?
What does it feel like?
Experience, locked in memory,
Action,
dynamic, full on.
I keep drawing love hearts with each breath.
“Attention! this is a staff announcement.”
Linking the terminal interface
with artifacts from the past.
“Will the cleaners please stand up.”
“Will the security please shut up.”
“Can somebody please kiss the video jockey.”
Nobody moved,
nobody said anything.
Bacteria grows and there are some songs that still need singing;
hi ho the temperature is quiet now,
don’t blow any fuses if you have any.
“This is a staff announcement, roger, over.”
Crayons in every colour,
lipstick for the boys.
Silent crying in shame,
addictive anger,
circuits bored.
This machine I’m in
needs an overhaul:
reload the operating system.
Wires re-routed in series:
three-phase power to blow my mind.
The dominant current
leads us to a fixed abode,
dreaming about the night after.
She’s gone for good, “goodbye” she was good for a while
The helicoptor shatters on impact.
Holding onto a ledge,
piling on some weight
to cushion herself against life.
Moderate intake:
input denied,
access applied
for a fry up, one sunny morning.
The letters say how much love.
The vibrations throb;
luckily I got the key.
hopefully everything is running ok.
Buy the pound, please.
Sugar in my coffee.
Let the soldiers run;
artificial bubbles,
chemical investigation:
Let the satellite begin transmitting
shadows of our faces
designed in harmony
once for a love of mine
twice for a fair old time
eggs of pure chocolate
the drum rolls
the butterfly keeps the children asleep
the people delete
a three and a half billion pound plan
for the universe to throw a spanner in the works
so carefully does it
focusing on fuel consumption
my motors running on hot air
my perfumed brain smells of flower
petals in the life of another
flutter, consideratly fly by
my night time adventures
the sandwiches let me know
who of course will phone
she let the child fall sleep
before she put her down
nine hundred and thirty and four hundred and fifty times three
you get how many minutes to decide?
venus on a sauce pan lid
vegetables in the fridge
boats, hundreds, afloat,
temptations lack of control
I follow my lead
And take my buttons, peanuts and marbles to the shops
“Will I ever be alive, someday”?, a future child says,
“maybe when it rains”.
High up in a tree far above the ground
a hedge hog felt really out of place.
08.02.01
Tags: abstract, cowboy poem