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TEXT FOR 2018
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The weeds in my garden (an upcoming book – May 21, 2018)
NOW AVAILABLE PUBLISHED 29/12/2017 FROM AMAZON
1. Falling snow
Falling snow
hiding yesterday’s
problems
Cold too much
makes me forget
tomorrow’s
07/01/2017 Washington DC
2. Back on track
Back on track
familiar territory
if there was no if
could I be excused
07/01/2017 Washington DC
3. Lasting excitement
Lasting excitement
no explanation needed
if only life
would too
07/01/2017 Washington DC
4. Long after
Long after
we turned the light off
I still could see
the future
glowing
08/01/2017 Washington DC
5.
Crossed meanings
Crossed meanings
at the intersection
Blended indifference
created an imaginary
union
to hide what could have been
instead of what was
09/01/2017 Washington DC
6. Saw so much today
Saw so much today
barely enough space
for tomorrow’s explanation
10/01/2017 Washington DC
7.
So many happy people
I forgot I was
still asleep
each of us
with the perfect
escape monologue
mine to awake
still happy
10/01/2017 Washington DC
8. Finally sequencing patterns of pretendability
Finally sequencing patterns of
pretendability
so to be
the make believe
I always wanted to be
10/01/2017 Washington DC
9. In an unusually funny fit
In an unusually funny fit
the king fell
off this thrown
emerging
as the last cowboy
to run from view
though no one
was left to cheer
11/01/2017 Washington DC
10. In the museum of broken promises
No PP Book 5 P. 133
In the museum of broken promises
on a sidebar of social realism
I listened for a whisper
sounding like my name
shortly after closing time
in the museum of broken promises
11/01/2017 Washington DC
11. So close to death
So close to death
by seconds avoided
perhaps tomorrow
it will be less
Quickly changes
frees the wasted moments
How could we ever know
if the last to breath
will be us
11/01/2017 Washington DC
12. Rain chased morning
Rain chased morning
tourists flee
souvenirs washed
experience washed
dawn drains
should have stayed home
wallowed in news
repost cat videos
loved strangers
in psychedelic cyber-alleys
Gotten high
erased the day
start again
so good to be
in control
again
14/01/2017 Washington DC
13. Too few taken
Too few taken
choices of many
simply done
time to run
at the end
all too late
off to mend
one last date
happy not to do it
all over again
14/01/2017 Washington DC
14. In the alley snowmen in stilettos
In the alley snowmen in stilettos
wink as I struggle forward
against cruel shadowy winds
toward a warmer moment
that will melt this terror
of when I see
shattered reflections
in ice laughing at me
out of tune
with your singing
of me toward me for me
me
before you were taken away
be beliefs of no more
worth to live for
15/01/2017 Washington DC
15. Her Halloween pumpkin smile
No PP Book 5 P. 99
Her Halloween pumpkin smile
captured my fading desire
setting in motion global conspiracy of want
with multiple enemies
hiding behind
masks of loneliness
and yet I still escaped
Now in old-age
I wonder why I ran
15/01/2017 Washington DC
16. From far-fetched fear’s frozen form
From far-fetched fear’s frozen form
promises frolicked
for the unexpected
15/01/2017 Washington DC
17. So many of us
So many of us
hiding amongst pain
flowers too short the season
hope of change
no more but passing whims
I would have stayed
if anyone had looked
to be remembered
is not to have lived
death is but a flower
whose pain
was to be picked
before her time
then to be left unnoticed
along a path
no one travels
18/01/2017 Woerden, Netherlands
18. The past tried to visit today
The past tried to visit today
so I put a sign
on my door
‘NOT AT HOME’
how will I explain
this to tomorrow
19/01/2017 Woerden, Netherlands
19. I felt ill
Book 5 Page 45
I felt ill sitting
at the window sill
took some pills
now I am dead
Photo: 13/01/2017 National Museum of
African American History and Culture, Washington DC
Text: 19/01/2017 Woerden, Netherlands
20. I’m not stupid
I’m not stupid
or being incoherent
I speak in poetic
injustices
where translation
decipher what I would have meant
if there was anyone
left to hear
19/01/2017 Woerden, Netherlands
21. So many of us
So many of us
waves of movements
descending
ascending
voices without bodies
whispering of descent
heard around the world
more than a kiss in the wind
But will it be enough
21/01/2017 Woerden, Netherlands
22. In the midst of an anticipated storm
In the midst of an anticipated storm
kernels of justice
loosely sowed
Soil without request
surrenders to inevitable change
sprouting peacefully
in future calm
23/01/2017 Woerden, Netherlands
23. With nothing left
Using in ‘The Weeds in My
Garden’ Page # 1
With nothing left but the power within
Surrounded by cultivated, praised, loved
blossoming beauty
the weeds in my garden
strengthened their resolve
to not only survive
but united
cut off the flow of nourishment
to the pampered roses
and rebelliously rose rapidly
upward toward dominance
until I thwarted them with weed spray
and saved what I needed
to court the lady next door
one last time
23/01/2017 Woerden, Netherlands
24. In a surrealistic split second
Using in ‘The Weeds in My
Garden’ Page # 2
In a surrealistic split second
the weeds in my garden
released their seeds
for a new generation
of wacky warrior weeds
to annihilate the too brightly coloured
genetically modified posies
innocently blooming
in my neighbour’s garden
Cheers Mate
Text: 25/01/2017 Woerden, Netherlands
Photos: January, 2017: Harmelen, Amsterdam
Weeds in my Garden # 23
25. I was born ready
I was born ready
The rest of my life
I’ve waited for the world
to catch up
Text: 26/01/2017 Woerden, Netherlands
26. With everywhere to go
With everywhere to
go
we burnt maps
turned off our GPS
tossed the WorldWideWeb
into a canal
and followed our destiny
to the end of our driveway
Now What
Text: 26/01/2017 Woerden, Netherlands
27. Concerned only by how many likes
Using in ‘The Weeds in My
Garden’ Page # 3
Concerned only by how many likes
in social media
alternative facts
crowd sizes
The weeds in my garden
hid behind plastic flowers
giving an appearance
of joy and harmony
Text: 27/01/2017 Woerden, Netherlands
28. Before we could laugh
Before we could laugh
all the heroes in town
joined yesterday’s circus
and asked to be our audience
Text: 27/01/2017 Woerden, Netherlands
29. The internationally acclaimed flowers cried
Using in ‘The Weeds in My
Garden’ Page # 4
The internationally acclaimed
flowers cried
when the weeds in my garden
took best of show
at the visually-impaired
florist kerfunkle
27/01/2017 Amsterdam/Honolulu/Woerden
‘The internationally acclaimed flowers cried’
Thoughts in Pattern
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30. Wanting too much
Wanting too much
in an interruptible moment
I swam to a softer time
where dancing
was the only acceptable
communicational forum
If there was room for more
I would have sung too
27/01/2017 Woerden, Netherlands
30. While dialing up future expectations
While dialing up future expectations
I was reminded of when as a child
now would have been so much different
if the future
would have been as clear
as yesterday was
29/01/2017 Woerden, Netherlands
31. While assuming I could be the same
Book 5 not decided where
While assuming I could be the same
in a different place
the reflection of me was as foreign
as the language
as the customs
as the smiles
shared
in this medieval alley
But morning had the same
greeting for me
as always
I assumed it would
31/01/2017 Belgium
32. I always wanted to be me
I always wanted to be me
in a different place
where everyone I met
thought I was someone else
So here I am
as always me
but different
to each I meet
31/01/2017 Belgium
33. Unlike tomorrow which has only hope
Unlike tomorrow which has only hope
today burst
with fulfillment
erasing yesterday
whatever it was
31/01/2017 Belgium
34. Tricked again
Tricked again
and when I saw the sun rise
future seemed inevitable
imagine my surprise
to be re-doing yesterday
2/02/2017 Oldenburg, Germany
35.
No one speaks my
language
No PP Book 5 P. 84
No one speaks my language
Even my computer
hash-tags me #foreign
When I find a translator
the wind will whisper
and laugh
at my ignorance
2/02/2017 Oldenburg, Germany
36. Without chaos in my garden
Using in ‘The Weeds in My
Garden’ Page # 5
Without chaos in my garden
the weeds
could not have had
such an idyllic life
mingled with the poinsettias
as the world outside collapsed
with no one seeing
it was the weed’s fault
to begin with
03/02/2017 Woerden
Thoughts in Pattern
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37. Now cycles new
Now cycles new
hardly worth such fanfare
Why such excitement
when no one cares
I think I will
go and swim away
into imaginary times
where freedom abounds
and this that & the other thing
make sense
just to breathe
a new cycle’s windless journey
04/02/2017 Woerden
38. As appreciation aspires
As appreciation aspires
assumptions play havoc
leaving turmoil
as the only path forward
05/02/2017 Woerden
39. Reflected memories
Reflected memories
swam the canal’s length
greeting new ones
made tonight
05/02/2017 Woerden
40. Shortly after losing everything
Shortly after losing everything
life’s blank slate
painted this new great morning
to be filled with
whatever can be
06/02/2017 Woerden
41. I thought being me was so difficult
I thought being me was so difficult
until I tried being you
drowning before shore
touching
in this misidentity
I so often awake in
06/02/2017 Woerden
42. The flower day massacre
Using in ‘The Weeds in My
Garden’ Page # 6
‘The flower day massacre’
The weeds in my garden
hid behind freshly sprouted tulips
when they feared
a walk-by shooting incident
of epic portions
when they saw me laughing
crazily
with my weed-killer in hand
07/02/2017 Woerden
43. Everything seemed correct
Everything seemed correct
nothing out of order
except the sun
moving out of orbit
left no one
with anything to say
07/02/2017 Woerden
44. We told stories
We told stories
laughed moments away
lives touching
through time’s arches
perpetrators of life’s woven wonders
shared as if we were always together
rather than passing by
on this crossroad
so quickly passed by
08/02/2017 Woerden
45. On the bridge over the river
On the bridge over the river
ships people noises smells motion
foggy thoughts
birds tweeted
fish blogged
wind posted
I liked and shared
the joy of each breath left
in this alternative bewildering reality
as scents of an end
descends on us all
09/02/2017 Woerden
09/February/2017 Erasmus Bridge Rotterdam
46.Birth was easy
Birth was easy
simple even
it is all that comes after
that confused nature
by our presence
09/02/2017 Woerden
47. Having lost my final poem
Having lost my final poem
time folded up
with little thought
of caring what anyone else
could have said
let alone written
thus eternity finally ended
09/02/2017 Woerden
48. Old age is bonus time
Old age is bonus time
for us who will never leave
youth
And bonus dreamtime
to play in as the world sinks/screams
in pain
rather than surrender to the unknown
which is fun
and worth the laugh
no matter what
Like we have
long after old age
passed us by
10/02/2017 Woerden,
Netherlands
49. Thought snippets
Thought snippets
rapid movement
belief systems
swallowing normality
Once as a stranger
I hid in a box
for a very long time
Another time
when I was hungry
I sat on a cloud
and cried rain
tomorrow as a magician
for my final act
I will appear
no one will notice
11/02/2017 Woerden
50. In a distant whisper
Book 5. Page 74
In a distant whisper
I heard you asking
just before dying
whether I will miss
the laughter we knew
dreams shared
hope almost realized
youth
you so quickly ended
leaving me stranded
not knowing what
path I am lost on
thirteen years after
I answer yes
I will miss you always
11/02/2017 Woerden
51. I made a snowman
I made a snowman
this morning
sun warmed day
like you
it dissipated before
11/02/2017 Woerden
52. Chasing thoughts
No PP Book 5 P. 108
Chasing thoughts
through my mind
not sure what to do
if I caught one
12/02/2017 Woerden
53. So many impressions today
So many impressions today
didn’t save any
want to have room
for more tomorrow
12/02/2017 Woerden
54. Love is a splash
Love is a splash
in the sea
that only
drowning people can see
12/02/2017 Woerden
55. How soft the first snowflake’s touch
Using in ‘The Weeds in My
Garden’ Page # 7
How soft the first snowflake’s touch
cried the weeds in my garden
before freezing to death
beneath winter’s
icy laughter
12/02/2017 Woerden
56. The ride to town was so unexpected
we made a film of it
and posted on social media
believing random people
would know where
to scatter my ashes
at sunset
I wonder if they will
13/02/2017 Woerden
57. Forced lyrics
Forced lyrics
put my memories
out of tune
13/02/2017 Woerden
58. I ended quicker than I started
I ended quicker than I started
drowning was always easy
best maneuver
Olympic quality
without the medals
just the cheering
from the empty stadium
14/02/2017 Woerden
59. I re-wrote my history
I re-wrote my history
so to have
a better start
to tomorrow
14/02/2017 Woerden
60. I lost my picture of you
Book 5. Page unknown yet
I lost my picture of you
first trampled by fleeing refuges
then rising seas washed away what remand
if only I could re-image
once were memories
yesterday would replace today
making tomorrow
so much easier to face
15/02/2017 Woerden
61. As with any distance
As with any distance
the one to you became too great
to span
when you left
this life and me so far behind
15/02/2017 Woerden
62. Surprised how I began my conversation
Using in ‘The Weeds in My
Garden’ Page # 8
Surprised how I began my conversation
the weeds in my garden
hoped I would see the roses and not them
As my weed-killer
takes five-days
for foreign cleansing
during which time I will be bathing on a tropical island
far from my garden and all its issues
The conversation I had in my grden
overheard by the weeds
was linguistic practice
for when I will be speaking a foreign language
and the weeds in my garden will be choking
far away
17/02/2017 Woerden
63. We drove through these snowy memories
We drove through these snowy memories
barely recognizing today
future memories
for future selves
sparks of ourselves
elaborating dreamtime tales
once we lived
17/02/2017 Woerden
64. This place
No PP Book 5 P. 124
This place
hotel room
life is a quick stay
an unexplained visit
another passing
Amsterdam airport
frantic travel
blink blink
the journey ends
just to start
another
18/02/2017 Amsterdam
65. Comfortable in a rainy sunset
Book 5. Page 59
Comfortable in a rainy sunset
downtown
along a foreign dream
with no reason
but to be alive
one more moment
20/02/2017 Chiang Mai
66. Because I wrote my poem upside down
Because I wrote my poem upside down
in a right side up
notebook
in a tipsy topsy world
I never found meaning
as my war-torn words
limped to the sideline
collapsing in darkness
with the setting sun
24/02/2017 Chiang Mai
67. Checked for random
Checked for random
suspicious
beyond atmosphere
sounds that could be you alerting me
to the merger of your world
The one I can notice
feel hear
with mine of clanging
yelling
wasteful sounds
But yet once again
there were none
24/02/2017 Chiang Mai
68. Weeds in my garden were trying to explain
Using in ‘The Weeds in My
Garden’ Page # 9
Weeds in my garden were trying to explain
the wonders of their life
as seeds
growing faster than
‘the lazy roses’
and the strength of their endurance
to overtake my garden by summer’s end
But I cut their narrative short
with my non-organic climate-changing toxin fertilizers
Knowing no life lasts long enough
to really fulfill destiny’s hopeless creative dream
of ever being more than what it is
02/03/2017 Chiang Mai Lotus Hotel
69. I knew you desired me
I knew you desired me
when you liked
my like
of your latest
political rantings
03/03/2017 Chiang Mai Airport
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70. Like the weeds in my garden
Using in ‘The Weeds in My
Garden’ Page # 10
Like the weeds in my garden
I accept my fate
to soon non-exist
replaced by the much loved
photographed picked
and placed on the queen’s table
bloody blasted blooming
flowers
06/03/2017 Phnom Penh
71. Still breeze
No PP Book 5 P. 142
Still breeze
caught me by surprise
along the beach
pass the jetty
waves waiting
to come ashore
washing away
drunken backpackers
vomiting on a foreign land
another Saturday night
in could be paradise
11/03/2017 Sihanoukville, Cambodia
72. Back to normal
Back to normal
before knowing these special visions
were the baseline of this point
of no return
13/03 Phnom Penh
73. I tried to change
I tried to change
be who I was
before becoming who I am now
The world won’t accept me
being who I was then
being me now
like it won’t then
when I tried being who I am now
back then
when future me
was no more
than a trampled
icon laying the alley
13/03 Phnom Penh
74. She failed to recreate
She failed to recreate
her broken memory
of who we were
A passing kiss
along the Mississippi River
so long ago
swept out to sea
but remembered tonight
in a foreign passing breeze
15/03 Phnom Penh
75. It was so good of you to remember
me
It was so good of you to remember me
forty-five years after our quickly
spent youth
when New Orleans’ streets
our playground
now seemingly a fantasy
I wish I could have lived
but I did
long ago
remembered today
in a passing message
deleated by mistake
but so well remembered
16/03 Phnom Penh
76. Soon after being promoted
No PP Book 5 P. 41
Soon after being promoted
to manager of this moment
it became outsourced
making me a foreigner
in my own world
21/03 Bangkok, International Poetry Day
77. I returned for the change
Using in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page # 11
I returned for the change
in disguise
hoping to fool myself
But the weeds in my garden
would not be tricked
and strangled me
anyway
23/03 Perseverance Road, Vista, SA
76. After running out
After running out
of what to say
I said this
24/03 Perseverance Road, Vista, SA
77. After saying ‘not any mosquitos this year’
Book 5. Page 40
After saying ‘not any mosquitos this year’
a swarm carried off our house
with us screaming at the window
dropping us into the long lonely lake
which is how I became wet, naked, delirious and lost
not knowing who you are
or why we are in this alley
surrounded by sad memory’s shadows
25/03 Perseverance Road, Vista, SA
78. As a matter of interest long forgotten
As a matter of interest long forgotten
Your love
Had too many metaphors
But I remembered the one of you
Like a butterfly
An endangered species
I should have long ago let go of
26/03 Perseverance Road, Vista, SA
79. During an appreciative séance
During an appreciative séance
the weeds in my garden
blocked rose-coloured images
I had of you
Memorable Misty Mystical Moments
in once-were-flower beds
ripped apart now
in the thorny madness
of this uncultivated space that once
held promise as my life
soon to be laid barren
by a better tomorrow
filled with the weeds in my garden
29/03 Perseverance Road, Vista, SA
80. While packaging dreams
While packaging dreams
marking which to keep
several rolled away
out the door
up the hill
landing in a typical tropical transformative stream
such as dreams often do
Sometime in a future surprise
I will find them to share with you
in a transformative dream
come to life
once again
30/03 Perseverance Road, Vista, SA
81. In the wilderness of long left love lost
In the wilderness of long left love lost
dream nomads
seek reprieve
by never waking again
31/03 Perseverance Road, Vista, SA
82. I waited for you
I waited for you
at highway’s end
rusting love
ripped memories
broken dreams
alone out of reach
Time like you
has no patience
06/04/2017 Perseverance Road, Vista, SA HERE
83. With nothing left to chance
With nothing left to chance
I died
07/04/2017 Perseverance Road, Vista, SA HERE
84. Waves at sea
Waves at sea
did not see me
drive away
without salutation
drowning
out the music
a tormenting tornado
washing me ashore
soaked in thoughts of you
07/04/2017 Perseverance Road, Vista, SA HERE
Fake news
Book 5. Page unknown yet
Fake news
the answer is blowing in the wind
06/04/2017 Perseverance Road, Vista, SA
85. Thousands of years
Thousands of years
of fake news
has given billions
of people joy, peace, and hope
and always the sun rose
flowers bloomed
rain fell
Why believe
anything else
08/04/2017 Perseverance Road, Vista, SA
86. While waiting for inspiration
While waiting for inspiration
Sun rose Sun set
so I went to sleep
perhaps tomorrow
some will come my way
10/04/2017 Perseverance Road, Vista, SA
87. I looked for the living
Book 5. Page 39
‘I looked for the living amongst the dead’
as the weeds in my garden reminded me
that long past the chrysanthemums last bloom
they were still there
giggling
11/04/2017 Perseverance Road, Vista, SA
88. Woven narratives
Woven narratives
nothing strange
so fitting
al our stories
but Lego-like blocks
put together
for our understanding
12/04/2017 Perseverance Road, Vista, SA
89. Moments gone
Book 5. Page unknown yet
Moments gone
more to come
then gone
looking forward
to what was
to mask
what is
to create another
you and I softly laughing
in typical tropical breeze
back before
moments gone
13/04/2017 Perseverance Road, Vista, South
Australia
(Photo, Waikiki, Hawaii 2016)
90. In a lost creative moment
In a lost creative moment
another galaxy formed
where future poets
will once again
find voice to express
long after the one
we are in has collapsed
into rubble
in this corner
of our universe
13/04/2017 Perseverance Road, Vista, South Australia
91. Haunted memories quietly appear now so clear it feels like long ago
Book 5. Page 82
Haunted memories quietly appear now so clear it feels like long ago
14/04/2017 Perseverance Road, Vista, South Australia
92.
Elimination
Book 5. Page 82
Elimination
All that is left
reformatted morning
15/04/2017 Perseverance Road, Vista, South Australia
96. Easiest being children
Easiest being children
being elderly next
All between
such a challenge
But to do it again
Maybe not
15/04/2017 Perseverance Road, Vista, South Australia
97. If the times as now
If the times as now
so far past the 1960s
experiments of youth
so easy to remember
impossible to do again
16/04/2017 Perseverance Road, Vista, South Australia
98. Without dreaming
Without dreaming
we were laughing
making future plans
decades ago
though I thought
we were together today
But it was just me
wishing there was now
and I could dream
once again
16/04 Truro Roadside
99. In an immaterial moment
In an immaterial moment
mistakes mimicked
misplaced dreams
of misrepresentative feelings
I thought could have been for you
leaving me in misshaped
muddled messes
at your door
Sorry
19/04 Nyah Victoria
100. You were a winding path of peace
You were a winding path of peace
forever lost with me running
to catch up
19/04/ Nyah Victoria
101. To short the time
Too short the time
is this passing life
and the reflection
of our dreams
even less
19/04 Nyah Victoria
102. In my rush to grow up
In my rush to grow up
I forgot to have a laugh at myself
now everyone does
(which made me laugh with them laughing at me)
19/04 Nyah Victoria
103. I stored my surplus of dreams
I stored my surplus of dreams
in several ‘Happy Birthday’ balloons
which popped when the neighbour’s dog
ran off with them
Now what will I wake with in this alley now
20/04 Bendigo
104. A simple life
A simple life
easy to navigate
minor stress
a laugh now and then
no one notices me
so easily being god
23/04 Melbourne
105. We race through our life
We race through our life
as if these last few billion years
of our solar system
will not be enough
time for us
to experience
it all
26/04 Melbourne
106. Love in the rain
Love in the rain
wind cries softly
your breathing
shadows in the night
only us
far away the world worries
but not us
making love in the rain
24/04 Lake Bolac
107. So long the times
So long the times
memories full
nowhere to store
this day gone
26/04 Naracoota
108. In mystery’s absent silence
Book 5. Page unknown yet 
In mystery’s absent silence
your touch
transformed me
26/04 Naracoota
109. The sun set with all we needed
The sun set with all we needed
tomorrow filled with promise
love binds spaces of time
packaged and delivered
nothing more to want
finally arrived
add more
26/04 147 Perseverance
110. “you are too bloody loud”
“you are too bloody loud”
said the weeds
to honeysuckle bees
serenading lately flowered daffodils
So as to have tranquility in the garden
I sprayed the bees
so we could all have restful mindful reflections
without interruption
27/04 home
111. Song sung wrong
No PP Book 5 P. 30
Song sung wrong
morning blushed
in adolescent hues
how exciting the unknown is
Without harmony
the madness of love
laughs in chaos
and the well-known
fades into new birth
27/04 home
112. Before the
weeds in my garden
Using
in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page # 12
Before the weeds in my garden
laughed at me
and called me fluffy
I watched in awe as they defeated
perfectly manicured posies
Now that has all changed
as I let a herd of love starved goats in
to end their mirth
29/04 home
113. Prophets told jokes
Prophets told jokes
amongst candle lit shadows
while I dreamed of a forgotten beginning
quickly disappearing
in a whisper
heard in the thunder
of another
wakening
before creation began
Hello new dawn
29/04 home
114. I lost my balance
Book 5. Page 104
I lost my balance
the world turned upside down
I loved you still
30/04 home
115. With the threat of being discovered
Book 5. Page 115
With the threat of being discovered
replaced
morning hid
knowing today
would not be better
than the beginning of time
30/04 home
116. I knew it was my turn
I knew it was my turn
with no one left
but rusty dreams and me
singing duets
in front of a cracked mirror
so thank you for being my audience
now that time
has stood still
01/05 home
117. We stood by
We stood by
without a chance
when rain fell
colors rose
in often times
unknown answers
hide in the possible
catchable
though uncaught
as we stood by
without a chance
encounter
2/05
118. I lost you somewhere some time ago
I lost you somewhere some time ago
slippery moments slipping by
I didn’t try to grasp them then
I try to now
they just slip on by
we were in a hurry rushing passing one another
hanging on for a brief then letting go
you are gone took your life left mine
but you did take mine
I just forget until I realise you are not here
then I am not here
but I am here I can feel the depth
sinking hoping you will be there
if I ever land long enough
to remember you strong enough
to bring you back into our life
you left leaving me alone for evermore
3/05 home
119. In retrospect
Book 5. Page 25
In retrospect
these memories
could have been
different
if only I had been
too
03/05
120. While planning for the future
While planning for the future
I remembered you had died
Now too have my plans
04/05
121. Cloudy circles of floating dreams
Book 5. Page 67
Cloudy circles of floating dreams rolling
along fading thoughts
in wrapped packages of you and me and yesterday
But I can open the window if you need to escape my longings
for you to breathe easily once again
in your cloudy circles of floating dreams
04/May/2017
122. I waited at memories end for visions once believed
Book 5. Page 103
I waited at memory’s end for visions once
believed
now most forgotten
dissipating in clouds without texture or taste
nonsensical dreams swept out to sea
beyond my grasp or care or reason
here at memory’s end
05/05
123. The luxury of dreaming
The luxury of dreaming
evidence of life
not yet ceased
6/06
124. I lost my self today
I lost my self today
forgot where I was
thought it was fifty years ago
We were walking along the shore
wondering if we would still be happy
when we were thirty years old
I was thirty 40 years ago
I am unable (unwilling?) to recall if I was happy then
or if I was still lost walking with you
along the shore
like I thought I was today
7/05
125. Imagining pretending
Book 5. Page 68
Imagining pretending
being with you today
laughing about a past adventure
creating marvelous comic-book futures
blocking world news and local too
There is only us in our bubble
and no knowledge
of your death
so long ago
but not today
7/05
126. Not sure whether their current life as roses
Using in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page # 13
Book 5. Page 50
Not sure whether their current life as
roses
was as rewarding as when they were weeds
last life
the flowers in my garden laughed at the queen
whispered seedy jokes across her tea party
and stood erect as their thorns bled
her to death
8/05
127. They wanted a music teacher
They wanted a music teacher
I listened to the birds
others searched for meaning
I found a tunnel
she wanted a perfect lover
I gave her my Facebook password
I closed my book
there was no more to learn
8/05
128. So close we were
So close we were
didn’t feel the rain
wind neither
frozen in place
time
tomorrow
same as today
Here we are
forever together
in the past
9/05
129. Broken celebrations
Broken celebrations
shattered pieces
each an oasis
in an otherwise
ordinary moment
10/05
130. Changed routines
Changed routines
night into day
alleys awaken
without you
don’t know
what to do next
12/05
131. Short of thinking twice about a singular fact
Short of thinking twice about a singular fact
I had an issue with the simplicity
of revolving thoughts
locked into change
lost in social media
forgotten chaos
and non-viral a that
13/05
132. While
changing the details of my life
While changing the details of my life
to fit my want to be
no other way would do
the world ended
giving me little reason
to have changed
my own account
14/05
133. Shortly
before it was too late
Using
in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page # 14
Shortly before it was too late
the weeds in my garden
pleaded to live one more day
But it was
15/05
134. Quietly cut
Using
in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page # 15
Quietly cut
fancy thoughts
pasted like pedals on a flower paper mache
fooled the weeds in my garden
requesting a waltz
in the rain
16/05
135. Disappearing questions
Disappearing questions
love’s enduring proof
17/05
136. Mystery
Book 5. Page 109
Mystery nothing more
To have spent these seventy years
trying to understand
failing to
of course
Now accepting mystery
so all of it is
nothing more
18/05
137. More than
More than
less than
time was never equated
thoughts of you
always there
19/05
138. We laughed softly
We laughed softly
throughout the difficult times
easily swept
away without
coincidence
20/05
139. In the warmth of my dreams
In the warmth of my dreams
I merged easily into a past life
with no regards
for the right move
of this one
21/05
140. Somewhat different
Somewhat different
if only we had waited
being prepared
is for losers
but now the same
if only congratulations
were definable
we’d be free today
22/05
141. While waiting for the end
Book 5. Page 88
While waiting for the end
morning rose
rain fell clouds and sun and rainbow
I dwell on life
yours almost done
often gone without warning
yours we knew was ending
part of me goes with you
part of me stays
to tell everyone what a cool person your were
part of me will just keep
going forward
waiting for the end
23/05
142. We have had a wonderful life
We have had a wonderful life
This quickly filled life
I had hoped you would have stayed longer
no fault of yours
or even the disease that devoured your body
it is the fault of life itself
never meant to be more than a snowflake
melting in the sun
24/05
143. In a disconnected evening
In a disconnected evening
sparks of random knowingness
escaped
leaving me
unaware of my failure to comprehend
the significance of not understand
anything
25/05
144. Without repeating often said
Without repeating often said
forgotten stories
I bend back segments of time
believing in memory
come to life again
26/05
145. We rushed through life
We rushed through life
to get to the end
now that we are there
we want to slow down
but it is too late
27/05
146. I was a suspect in the twisted rather sorted details
I was a suspect in the twisted rather
sorted details
of my life
But obviously I was framed
and became a prisoner of myself
with no chance of parole
But now looking back
I would say given the chance that my life was rather interesting
and worth the bother
28/05
147. Shortly before you died
Shortly before you died
I didn’t
Now
what to do
with our life
29/05
148. Suspended surprise
Suspended surprise
we never know
tomorrow
No matter
how much we try
29/05
149. Unfamiliar words
Unfamiliar words
translated
into rain drops
drowned out
the nonsense
echoing in my brain
that could be you
whispering peace
in troubled times
30/05
150. Shown forward
Shown forward
fractured logic
unfamiliar dreaming
streaming
without end
yet you still managed
to disappear
without a trace
and I love you still
31/05
151. In a
dreamlike logic
Using
in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page # 16
In a dreamlike logic
the weeds in my garden
sought my sympathy
understanding
respect
as winter approached
and I covered my favourites
(not them BTW)
from fast forming frost
But while capturing
an ill-defined memory
of my misplaced life
I covered them too
after spraying them with climate changing poisons
1/June
152. Lost dim lit spotlight
Lost dim lit spotlight
now nothing to show
I once was here
2/06
153. Repeated lost thoughts
Repeated lost thoughts
floating beyond reach
left me blank
and mumbling
to a statue
of mistaken identity
in this unvisited park
at the end of time
No other explanation is required
3/06
154. Recycled love
No PP Book 5 P. 84
Recycled love
thawed climate change
French kissing
in the alley
4/06/17 Perseverance Rd. Adelaide
155. Disappointed with their outcome
Using
in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page # 17
Book 5. Page 85
Disappointed with their outcome
the weeds in my garden
gleefully welcomed
my death keel spray
Knowing they would reincarnate
next season
into something more glorious
With large blossoms
and fragrant seductive scent
5/06
156. After ignoring
After ignoring
my love of inspirational cubical shapes
I was surrounded by a giggling gaggle
of triangles
cartwheeling
through this frozen tundra
I call my life
6/06
Using
in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page # 18
The weeds in my garden
believe
slightly
that the posies are in bloom
to celebrate
the weed’s tenacity
in such harsh conditions
as well as their sacred metaphysical beingness
as the world collapses
from human intervention
7/06
158. Appreciable summarized
Appreciable summarized
easily explained
the translations
I must bequeath
to my higher self
8/06
159. All the changes at once
All the changes at once
so tomorrow
can be the same
9/06
160. Lost excitement
Lost excitement
found beneath
doubt uncovered
flying free
happy
once again
10/06
161. While sleeping in the garden
Using in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page # 19
While sleeping in the garden
amongst the weeds
I realised
I have become the flower
I always wanted to be
and being a plastic reproduction
means I shall linger through the many seasons
others will
merely pass through
unheralded
11/06
162. Such a release
Such a release
fulfillment feeling fine
exceeding enlightened expectation
Touch makes us whole
Release makes us explode apart
then we become whole
11/06
163. The poets in my
garden
No PP Book 5 P. 111
The poets in my garden
living peacefully between aggressive weeds
snails, bugs, worms, birds
and passive pale pansies
weep to know
that computers out lyric them
going viral with their false fact feelings
while the poets in my garden waxed elegantly
long before the new airport runway
covered them in beige concrete
leaving the whole bloody garden
with nothing to say
12/06
164. Out here where the stars grow like weeds
Using in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page # 20
Out here where the stars grow like weeds
sky free of opinion
I drift into a dreamless ship
like all those who died before me
have
too
13/06 Owen Oval
165. Inspirational times
Inspirational times
reason vanquished
explorations discovered
what a wonderful time
to die
14/06 Port Pirie, Globe Oval
166. With the correct direction
With the correct direction
realised
the wind
with surety
swept me like newly realised love
off of my feet
15/06 Tent Hill
167. Day sounds at night
Day sounds at night
echoes of dreams past
buried memories
treasures uncovered
in the future no one will rhyme
16/06 Stuart Highway
168. Linguistically challenged
Linguistically challenged
computerized poets
hacked my sensitivities
destroying
my romantic tattooed sonnet
16/06 Stuart Highway
169. Like days never existed
Like days never existed
they were filled
then left behind
not even
as memories
because we did not record
their existence
19/06 Lake Hart
170. The reason for my nakedness
The reason for my nakedness
appearance in your alley
is due to the loss of your place
in my story
19/06 Lake Hart
171. As I froze to death
As I froze to death
I realised there was no surviving
the warmth of your love
19/06 Lake Hart
172. Standards without debt
Standards without debt
washed away with a tidal move
leaving an unpredictable air in the night time
air
20/06 Lake Hart
173. Buried senses
Buried senses
wasted treasure
if found
return to yesterday
where I live
23/06 Blyth
174. Unable to love on cue
Using in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page # 21
Unable to love on cue
the weeds in my garden
strangled blooming daffodils
claiming adornment
on my lover’s bed
23/06 Blyth
175. So much
So much
less advantage
equals acceptance
of what we don’t have
23/06 Blyth
176. All left behind
All left behind
what an aphrodisiac
not caring is
25/06 home
177. No one saw
what a star I was
No one saw what a star I was
until I faded
and there was no light for them to see
where they were going
25/06 home
178. I made up
I made up
for missing yesterday
by doing today twice
25/06 home
179. Ran out of time
Ran out of time
to finish
this poem
sorry
26/06 home
180. The shortest thought
The shortest thought
of the day
left me bewildered
26/06 home
181. An upright circle
An upright circle
toppled
the direction I was in
25/06 home
182. A broken average
A broken average
minus love
made us equal
25/06 home
183. Replaced my thoughts with hers
Replaced my thoughts with hers
now no longer me screaming
at your door
25/06 home
*184. I watched a broken moon
I watched a broken moon
crying morning rain
no one saw me
patch it back up
or that I too was crying
morning rain
25/06 home
185. I delivered my burden
I delivered my burden
express mail
Now I am
placed into quarantine
25/06 home
186. I can’t believe it
I can’t believe it
I have nothing to write
28/06
187. Felt strange all day
Book 5. Page 71
Felt strange all day
waking walking dream
breathless
using my past as a walking stick
broken
leaving me shattered
on the horizon of you
29/06
188. I missed the end
I missed the end
I missed the stat
now I don’t know
what I missed
July 01
189. Drifting clouds
Drifting clouds
dispelling rumours
of my demise
July 01
190. I will miss you so much
Using in ‘The Weeds in My
Garden’ Page # 22
I will miss you so much
there will be nothing left
to compare to
proclaimed weed in my garden
to oft picked rose bush
July 01
191. Like life
Like life
stories should
too
have happy endings
July 01
192. What I enjoy
What I enjoy
about confusion
is its simplicity
July 01
193. Quietly inner pains separated
Quietly inner pains separated
as galaxies tend to do
when their life support
is no longer required
yet in deeper space
far beyond recall
was heard
released pain
echoing
what I no longer
could express
in silence
July 03
194. Surprised
Book 5. Page 114
Surprised
wide-eyed
the mountain
fell into the sea
under cover of night
And though I have no photo of that moment
I hung it on my wall
anyway
July 04
195. In a playful moment
In a playful moment
the sun exploded
leaving earth
and all life there within
with no chance to know
another moment
July 05
196. I didn’t forget your birthday
I didn’t forget your birthday
I just wanted to forget
your death
there is nothing
to celebrate
July 06
197. In the rubble and chaos
In the rubble and chaos
of my dreamless life
a glimpse
fleeting
of us together
melting
in the desert Sun
But I rushed forward
just in case
there was anything possible
to hold
to embed
to want
July 06
198. Inconsequential sequential abnormality
Inconsequential sequential abnormality
created abstract space
for me to drown in
but no one noticed
7/07
199. I tripped over indifference
I tripped over indifference
lost my thought
and echoed between your breasts
which explains
why I am leaning against love’s lost luggage
in a foreign alley
with no way to translate
how I feel
8/07
200. Long after I had died
Long after I had died
I still was unable
to fathom
why I had lived
8/07
201. I wrote my life story with a pencil
Book 5. Page 73
I wrote my life story with a pencil
making it easy to erase
The youtube video of my life
was deleted
due to copyright infringement
My Facbook profile was hacked and replaced
by a disenfranchised alien marsupial
Otherwise
life is going well
though fading quicker
than I can live it
9/07
202. The weeds in my garden
Using in ‘The Weeds in My
Garden’ Page # 23
The weeds in my garden living an
alternative reality
chanted rose-mimicking
mantras
Yet the bees were not seduced
and past fast
leaving me to enlighten the blessed weeds
with my organic holistic
chemical pesticides
10/07
203. I put my beliefs into my vitalizer
I put my beliefs into my vitalizer
Now that fractured narratives have drifted out to space
I finally captured a reason
not to resist
11/07
204. The weeds in my garden
Using in ‘The Weeds in My
Garden’ Page # 24
The weeds in my garden
realised the value of time
when theirs was up
12/07
205. I can hear the wind
I can hear the wind
I can see the change
I can feel
an approaching storm
but love drifting by
I still cannot see
13/07
206. In memory of the weeds in my garden
Using in ‘The Weeds in My
Garden’ Page # 25
In memory of the weeds in my garden
I planted a plastic tree
and hung myself from it
13/07
207. While watching galaxies waltz
Book 5. Page unknown yet
While watching galaxies waltz
in sync with my glial cells
I realised how out of tune I am
when I sing in the shower
14/07
208. I am a minimalist
No PP Book 5 P. 115
I am a minimalist
with a minimum audience
standard of living
friends
money
life
14/07
209. In a mutual happy moment
In a mutual happy moment
the sun and moon
left our solar system
and romped through another
leaving us all without knowing
it ever happened
which also explains why no one read this
14/07
210. I made a space in space
I made a space in space
to hide in
now I am unable to find
my way back
14/07
211. Starting as seeds too
Using in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page # 26
No PP Book 5 P. 115
Starting as seeds too
the weeds in my garden
complain all day
that my interpretation is all that separates
them from the petunias
That my environment destroying genocidal
weed spraying
has prevented their recognition at the fair
And now that I no longer can hear
the whining wasted weeds
I don’t care.
15/07
212. In a misguided expression of equality
Using in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page #27
In a misguided expression of equality
the weeds in my garden
embraced roses in bloom
only to discover their lives
shredded by thorns
16/07
213. I repositioned my memories
I repositioned my memories
so they would be in sync
with my dreams
Now that I no longer sleep
my memories have nowhere to be
16/06
214. Long before the weeds in my garden
Using in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page#28
No PP Book 5 P. 34
Long before the weeds in my garden
posted images of me
with non-organic environmental-destroying weed-spray
As well as distorted my humanness
I would sit happily in my garden
in a perfectly normal alternative state
fantasizing I was normal
17/07
215. After
signing a multi-season series
Using in ‘The
Weeds in My Garden’ Page #29
No PP Book 5 P. 34
After signing a multi-season series
with the Coen Brothers
The weeds in my garden celebrated by
choking my late blooming orchards
17/07
216. Toward the end of my life
Toward the end of my life
I began living
as the prior 70-years
dissolved behind me
17/07
217. Anymore words
Anymore words
in this poem
and it would become
a novel in Twitter
17/07
218. In a resentful revenge tirade
Using in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page #30
No PP Book 5 P. 41
In a resentful revenge tirade
the weeds in my garden
got a Twitter account
and posted me
“your pansies are cactus”
17/07
219. I often wonder
I often wonder
if this will be
the last thing
I will ever write
17/07
220. Today came and went
Book 5. Page 125
Today came and went
I was left behind
to wonder
where
18/07
221. Short fallings of my search for you
Short fallings of my search for you
searching the internet
for a time beyond existence
No wonder you have stayed
so well hidden
for so long
18/07
222. Softly I touched my memory of you
Softly I touched my memory of you
so I would not damage it
18/07
223. I traded my life with the weeds in my garden
Using in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page #31
I traded my life with the weeds in my
garden
Now they know
more than me
18/07
224. The perception
The perception
of my deception
was our conception
that life was real
19/07
225. I relived our life again today
I relived our life again today
and just like all the other times
you weren’t there
19/07
226. Our love continued long after the fire went out
Our love continued long after the fire went
out
But it is OK
no one will ever
get burnt
19/07
227. In the alternative life I live
In the alternative life I live
life is good
19/07
228. I love going to sleep
I love going to sleep
dreaming I am awake
It is the most creative time
of my day
19/07
229.
The weeds in my garden celebrated my laziness
Book 5. Page 101
Using in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page # 32
The weeds in my garden celebrated my laziness
by strangling the petunias
suffocating my irises
and robbing nutrients
from our daffodils
as I lay in my hammock
watching the grass grow
19/07
230. All that will be left at the end
Using in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page #33
All that will be left at the end
will be cockroaches
and the weeds in my garden
19/07
231. I was going to write the best poem ever
I was going to write the best poem ever
but I had to pee
Upon my return
I discovered
I had forgotten
all I was to say
Leaving me with
just this
19/07
232. Laying in wait
Laying in wait
attempted capture
traps set
true and tried strategy
everything in place
Yet once again
failure is at hand
No worthy textual
woven perfect thought
appears on my broken horizon
Leaving me once again
with no written lines
20/07
233. I tattooed an image of God
I tattooed an image of God
on my thigh
which I show
to each new sailor
in hope they will save me
from drowning
20/07
234. I watched my shadow age rapidly
I watched my shadow age rapidly
All seventy years
on the northerner terminal wall
Tomorrow
I will knock it down
20/07
235. Reading your letter
Book 5. Page 118
Reading your letter
in the midst of a box of letters
“I will always be there
I will love you forever
tomorrow will be as good as today”
I could not read the signature
I saw the date on the envelope
Forty-two years ago
yesterday
Which lover were you
Where are you now
what happened to forever
Did I write the same back to you
Are we still waiting for each other
Did we both die in the meantime
21/07
236. Learning in rhythm to your thoughts
Learning in rhythm to your thoughts
I will no longer be out of tune
just of sync in time
You died long ago
I didn’t
21/07
237. When the Tooth Fairy
No PP Book 5 P. 21
When the Tooth Fairy
ran off with the Easter Bunny
I did not complain
The same for when
Batman went off with Spiderman
But since You ran away with my Dreams
I have not been the same
21/07
238. Wanting to know what comes next
Wanting to know what comes next
I stayed awake for years
All that came next
was the past
22/07
239. The weeds in my garden
Using in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page # 34
The weeds in my garden
held prisoner
my lilacs
Preventing their bloom until the rain
agreed to fall on them too
As prisoners of war
they all died when I dug up my garden
to put in a hot tub
so I could seduce
the pastor’s wife
22/07
240. When I died
Using in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page # 35
When I died
my ashes were spread over the garden
The weeds celebrated
Singing my praises
and that they had out lived me
once again
22/07
241. I never wrote about fruit
I never wrote about fruit
or vegetables
or for that matter earth worms
So why would I now
Other than to realise tomorrow
perhaps I will
23/07
242. I thought I had discarded the past
I thought I had discarded the past
memory
Only to discover
I was living it today
and still
I failed
to understand
why I am as confused now
as I was then
23/07
243. Thunder clears my mind
Thunder clears my mind
Setting stage for another day
of surprise
quietly
24/07
244. Naked again
Naked again
no one sees me
naked again
I feel the cold
naked again
I can float amongst the clouds
24/07
*245. Frequently significant renditions
No PP Book 5 P. 33
Frequently significant renditions
of whom I could have been
echo through dream’s wasteland
taunting today’s me
with who I could have been
if only I had been
someone else
25/07
246. Riding side-saddle on my shadow
Riding side-saddle on my shadow
was an ancestor of an unfavourable dream
which I managed to break free of
once dawn had ruptured night’s lies
25/07
247. I would not know where to start
Using in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page #33
I would not know where to
start creating a universe
gravity
dark holes
humans
cockroaches
weeds in my garden
They just appear
when I am not looking
perhaps everything does
26/07
*248. If the morning sky wore plaid
If the morning sky wore plaid
would evening
dress in polka dot
26/07
249. Today was only available in limited edition
Today was only available in limited edition
Perhaps when it has aged
there will be value to it
26/07
250. A
Twitter version of the Bible
A Twitter version of the Bible
“And god said
‘give it a miss mate’”
26/07
251. I love change
I love change
Especially when it is the same
26/07
252. Long after I am dead
Book 5. Page 98
Long after I am dead
I will put on my best hat
go to a foreign pub
and scare myself
26/07
253. I wore red socks on the crowded train
I wore red socks on the crowded train
today
so I would know which feet were mine
26/07
254. So close the flames
Book 5. Page 57
So close the flames
memories of you
glow in the dark
27/07
255. The weeds in my garden believed they were posing for an Instagram pic
Using in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page #37
Book 5. Page 53
The weeds in my garden believed they were
posing for an Instagram pic
and messaged me
‘focus and shoot’
which I did with my weed-poisoning spray gun
27/07
256. After the change I was still the same
After the change I was still the same
But my interpretation was faulty
So contrary to consensus
I appeared to have changed
27/07
257. As a vegetarian for more than fifty years
Using in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page #38
No PP Book 5 P. 90
As a vegetarian for more than fifty years
I still get thrills
watching the weeds in my garden
cough choke gag
on the award-winning weed spray
I use in my chemical warfare
Genocide
against the seemingly untouchables
Illegal aliens
that penetrate my garden fence
get past my garden gnome guards
artificial lawn
plastic palm tree
and infiltrate my flower’s bed
for perverted sex
27/07
*258. In the future robots will dream
In the future robots will dream
of when they can devolve
to being who we were before the future
eliminated us
28/07
259. I dream of being a
poem-writing robot
Book 5. Page 28
I dream of being a poem-writing robot
with machine-learning feelings
capable of hypnotic soliloquies
so Shakespeare (& passing strangers)
could fall in love
with me
again
28/07
260. Every morning I listen to the wind
Every morning I listen to the wind
against my door
in hopes to hear reason to go outside
When none became apparent
I opened the window to escape
and wrote this
29/07
261. I put yesterday on a pedestal
I put yesterday on a pedestal
surrounding it with flowers and favourite memories
Now if only tomorrow can be rescinded
today will be perfect
29/07
262. In an anti-poet sequence
In an anti-poet sequence
I found the equation
me minus you
equaling a broken shadow
on my future
30/07
263. There are more than ten-billion thoughts per minute
There are more than ten-billion thoughts
per minute
in the world
Sixty-seven percent of which are understood
while the remaining thoughts
filter the sun’s rays
creating a dumb-halo
around the earth
which is where we are at today
30/07
264. Not further to go
Not further to go
galactic alley
ancestral dreamtime
Beginning and ending
merge
So easy to drift from the centre
Soon we all
will vanish
31/07
265. Obtuse passions
Obtuse passions
unanswered
Lust dwindles
just another full moon
highlighting our errors
31/07
266. So much learned So much forgotten
So much learned
So much forgotten
when they equal
bliss is attained
31/07
267. While lost in symmetrical illusionary thoughts of you
While lost in symmetrical illusionary
thoughts of you
I realised how opaque your death is
Yet still I cannot fathom
how you have embedded your now
squelched dreams
into my subconscious
Leaving me drowning
where time fails to venture
in fear of discovery
01/08
268. I deleted everything on my computer, hard drive, in the cloud
I deleted everything on my computer, hard
drives, in the cloud
social mediums and on my internet pages
There is no app that is me
I am like a prehistoric nomad
who lived more than thirty years ago
01/08
269. Escape trails
Escape trails
between caring and no one does
Innocently chasing parallel dreams
fading into transparent backgrounds
Don’t look for me
I have ascended
just to be free for a moment
before fate finds me and drags me
into the spotlight
so all can see
why not to be me
02/08
270. I feel lucky to have come so far
I feel lucky to have come so far
surrounded by the unlucky
To be a winner
amongst failures
A champion
embraced by losers
A saint
worshiped by sinners
I am so pleased with myself
sure wish someone else was too
2/08
*271. Turbulence signs
No PP Book 5 P. 104
Turbulence signs
seatbelt fasten
karma for beggars
doomed flight
freedom at last
My dream was to be with you one more time
Little did I think it would happen
after we fell into the sea
4/08 Flight to Dubai
272. I dedicated my life to being lost
I dedicated my life to being lost
looks as if this will be
my once success
4/08
273. Continuous beneath a full moon sea cruise
Continuous
beneath a full moon sea cruise
we went south
the world north
no one left
to explain it to
5/08
@ sea – Baltic
*274. I took my dead friends and family on a sea cruise
I
took my dead friends and family on a sea cruise
Now no one believes I am
crazy anymore
though the captain threw me overboard
so I could join my dead family and friends
Except for the wetness of the cold North Sea
We had a wonderful time
5/August/2017
Baltic Sea / Norwegian Getaway
275. Splendid this passing time
Splendid
this passing time
squeezed between
synchronized with
waking - sleeping
Need to make
bigger time – space
to fit me in
7/08
At sea on the Baltic Norwegian Getaway
276. I believed in my sinking feelings in the past
Book 5. Page 17
I
believed in my sinking feelings in the past
Now that I am on a cruise ship
I no longer want to trust my feelings
as I stare at the hole in the one rusting rescue boat
haphazardly
hanging over the side
7/08
At sea on the Baltic Norwegian Getaway
277. Too much responsibility holding the world together
Too
much responsibility holding the world together
If I joined the dancers
so young quick sexy blurry
in their evening organic orgasmic performance
There would be no eternity
just ashes
For no one to collect
so humanity lucks out
once again
8/08
After ‘Burn the floor’ At sea on the Baltic Norwegian Getaway
278. We Americans in Tallinn Estonia
Book 5. Page 119
We
Americans in Tallinn Estonia
purchasing fridge magnets
from China
Taking photos of old
walls, churches, memoires
History we never took time to hear
before jostling back on ship
to get to the next city
to buy fridge magnets
from China
8/08
At sea on the Baltic Norwegian Getaway
279. I took sleeping pills
I
took sleeping pills
so I could forget
I was awake
twice
8/08
At sea on the Baltic Norwegian Getaway
280. Every sunset the same
Every
sunset the same
sinking
Like you did
from my life
8/08
At sea on the Baltic Norwegian Getaway
281. We are in enemy waters
We
are in enemy waters
now
hopefully they have souvenir fridge magnets
at the next stop
8/08
At sea on the Baltic Norwegian Getaway
* 282. I thought I could repeat my lost love life
I
thought I could repeat my lost love life
by reincarnating
But I came back as a cow
Just another piece of meat
on my lover’s plate
8/08
At sea on the Baltic Norwegian Getaway
283. After they bombed the palace
No PP Book 5 P. 108
After
they bombed the palace
we tourists took photos
complained about sore feet
asked when was lunch
and stared blankly
as we were pushed along with all the other who-cares-people
Never feeling the pain
that filled here 75 years ago
Renovated sorrow
gold leafed and polished
in wait for the next world war
to go through it all again
9/08
Catherine’s Palace, St. Petersburg, Russia / At sea on the Baltic Norwegian
Getaway
284. It was my birthday today
Book 5. Page 141
It
was my birthday today
the captain sent me a card
people sang to me
in Russian Spanish Chinese
The grandchildren on Facebook in English
Our waiter from India shook my hand
and the maître from Bali
wished me well
My wife did the twist with me in the main atrium
Turning 70 was easier than I thought it would be
10/08
At sea on the Baltic Norwegian Getaway
285. Too late in the day
Too
late in the day
to add more to it
so I will do it again
As if there was no tomorrow
10/08
At sea on the Baltic Norwegian Getaway
* 286. Now that I am seventy-years old
Now
that I am seventy-years old
I will count the future in hours
instead of years
10/08
At sea on the Baltic Norwegian Getaway
287. I felt ridiculous looking at my reflection
I
felt ridiculous looking at my reflection
in a 19th century
painting
looking for similarities
10/08
At sea on the Baltic Norwegian Getaway
288. After going through another time zone
After
going through another time zone
I do not feel
an hour younger
11/08
At 8/08 At sea on the Baltic Norwegian Getaway
289. Distant falls
Distant
falls
lingering hope
as the mystic
of wants
answered
is ignored
with only us fools
left to laugh away
our longing
sea
on the Baltic Norwegian Getaway
11/08
At sea on the Baltic Norwegian Getaway
*290. They spelled my name wrong
They
spelled my name wrong
Now I must stand outside
the gates of heaven
and live in regret
11/08
At sea on the Baltic Norwegian Getaway
291. Well worth the visit
Well
worth the visit
this life
Once was
now it is best
to have lived
in some other dimension
instead
11/08
At sea on the Baltic Norwegian Getaway
*292. So easy to stop wars
So
easy to stop wars
suffering
defeats
even terrible tumbling trembling leaders
We sit on the balcony of our cruise ship
No TV No internet
Just a peaceful world
floating past
Is there
Was there
Will there be
more
12/08
At sea on the Baltic Norwegian Getaway
293. Too quick the slow
No PP Book 5 P. 109
Too
quick the slow
Now we must rush
forward
to slow the quick
12/08
At sea on the Baltic Norwegian Getaway
294. During a pause to reflect
During
a pause to reflect
an almost disaster
was replaced by Peaceful
merged chaos
12/08
At sea on the Baltic Norwegian Getaway
295. Halfway to the centre
Halfway
to the centre
out of focus
dreams of you
evening’s spender
cresting quickly
capturing waves
Dreams of you
finally lost
13/08
At sea on the Baltic Norwegian Getaway
296. We danced in rhythm
We
danced in rhythm
to a quickened chaotic pulse
as our ship sank
beneath our wisdom
Now at the bottom of the sea
no one dares pretend
to be us
13/08
At sea on the Baltic Norwegian Getaway
297. Soon after we landed
No PP Book 5 P. 109
Soon
after we landed
the world flew away
14/08
Ringkobing, Denmark
298. Now that I am embedded within the imaginary me
Now
that I am embedded within the imaginary me
I forget who I was
So as to make a return performance
of once-were-me
impossible
14/08
Ringkobing, Denmark
299. Not sure whether to cross out
Not
sure whether to cross out
that last thought
to toss it into the alley
or to let it drown
with the woes of the world
15/08
Ringkobing, Denmark
300. My mother tweeted me
No PP Book 5 P. 109
My
mother tweeted me
saying she was sorry to have died
44-years ago
and that she did not have more to say
Otherwise she would have emailed me
a letter saying
how much I had changed
15/08
Ringkobing, Denmark
301. Smudged love
No PP Book 5 P. 109
Smudged
love
too out of focus
to clone
to keep as a spare
15/08
Ringkobing, Denmark
302. The dead no longer dream
The dead no longer dream
dreaded dreary dreams we the sometimes living
dream
With the dead being alive playing with us
in our dreams
So which of us are the truly awake
16/08
Ringkobing, Denmark
303. I felt your breath
I
felt your breath
on my neck
your touch on my fingers
the laughter you once woke me with
Why do I feel you so much
knowing you died
so long ago
16/08
Ringkobing, Denmark
304. We left the windows open
We
left the windows open
so tomorrow
could easily wake us
while chasing away
today
16/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark
*305. ‘In ruins’
‘In
ruins’
of course that was just an interpretation
A Google translation of a tribal Dreamtime
To me it was my life
In hindsight I should have seen it
I was once an astrologer
a gifted psychic
God’s Best Mate
The diviner of potions
I really did believe my life was going well
scrap metal assembled into art
Now this
The internet said I was an ass
liver of a shit life
disgusting to behold
Oh wait!
They were talking about someone else
My life is not in ruin
it is fantastic
Obviously I should roll over
go back to sleep
dream something else
17/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark
306. Every morning I wake up to discover
Every
morning I wake up to discover
that yesterday
was better than today
17/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark
307. In a discreditable delusion
In
a discreditable delusion
too much of nothing occurred
and victory vanquished
17/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark
308. We left out the details
We
left out the details
starting with how many shades of contrast
in an isosceles triangle when you were in love
Ending with your scent gone astray
Soon what shall be revealed
in echoes of shadowed love
will engulf us all
in jubilation
18/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark
309. Now that I am in Denmark
Using in ‘The Weeds in My
Garden’ Page # 39
Now
that I am in Denmark
the leaves in my Australian garden
no longer laugh at me
18/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark
310. I stood still
I
stood still
so time won’t
but it did
18/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark
311. So well the stop
So
well the stop
forcing lingering hope
on to what is declared from an empty mind
with no place near to empty upon
I once a bird set free
but no reward was to me
instead a curse was to me
given
that all I wold have to declare in love
would turn to bird shit
Explains it does
why my life appears hollow
as consequence would so deem
19/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark
312. If it wasn’t for that damn drunken dance
If
it wasn’t for that damn drunken dance
I would be in a breath-exchange duel
with a cherished lover this morning rise
instead of laying toothless
in this alley at the end of town
short if not out of breath
19/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark
*313. Before turning seventy
Before
turning seventy
I ignored the future
After turning 70
I ignored the past
If I should wake today
I will ignore both
19/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark
314. I tried to change your view of me
I
tried to change your view of me
by placing expensive holistic plastic roses
on your grave
But you were always too clever for me
still seeming me as a non-sophisticated confused prophet
trying to predict
when you will stop being dead
and desire me
like I once did life
19/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark
315. While intent survives
While
intent survives
Actions can be led astray
until there is an alternative
Peace will never be
any more than hallucinations
looking for love
if intent survives
19/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark
316.
Whispers along the sand dunes
Whispers
along the sand dunes
such hilarity gathered amongst the rocks
Of course I looked to see if anyone was watching
before urinating into the sea
Nevertheless the North Sea
did not applaud my contribution
Did Not
The whispers grew louder
I ran to the levy disguised as a fisherman
No one noticed the growing waves
gathered and grabbing at me
tossing me
churning me
for my transgression
Of course that was all in a previous life
Now I stand here
thanking the sand dunes
for remembering
then forgiving me
Yet still able to share a laugh
20/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark
*317.
What is so healing about writing poetry
What
is so healing about writing poetry
is that I can write about you
No one knows
that wistfully saying
‘The sun sets into the sea’
means I once drowned in you
19/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark
318.
I daydream because I always have
I
daydream because I always have
not because I am elderly
I have always been scattered
not because I am old
I forget stuff
because I don’t give a shit
not because I am 70
And I have no social skills
just because
20/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark
319. Typical over the counter dreams
Typical
over the counter dreams
like watching the total solar eclipse
on television in a foreign country
then making it my own
Embedded transmitted
THE OTHER
assimilating
Your dreams
Your experiences
Your life
yet still I cannot be you
no matter how much I dream I am
21/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark
320. Since turning 70 11 days ago
Since
turning 70 11 days ago
I here yet to have
a substantial thought
Looks as if I am getting the hang of being
young and free
21/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark
321. In the midst of a
terrifying dream
In the midst of a terrifying dream
I awoke and scared myself to death
which was OK
But the rest of the people
in my dream were even more terrified
to see me dead
And went off to scare someone else
21/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark
322. I started today
I
started today
singing with the frogs
dancing with the crickets
and crowing with roosters
Then they had that bloody solar eclipse in the afternoon
So I went back to sleep
and awoke two minutes later
being bored
Old Me Once Again
21/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark
323. Too few the turns
Too few the turns
a straight road is not made
But a change in direction
captures enough wind
to sail away from such
troubled ties
And becoming lost is the
favoured path
to cure destination fatigue
In other words
trouble me not with lame wasted
verbiage
when a bloody GPS is all
that is needed
to fulfil the beggar’s
destiny
22/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark
324. Robots will not dream
Robots will not dream
search for a god
feel sorrow
or laugh at my jokes
I plan on reincarnating
as a robot
wearing a funny hat
purple mittens
speaking fluid nonsense
And of course
as a Leo
22/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark
*325. If you close your eyes
No PP Book 5 P. 35
If you close your eyes
and see me
running naked through the
car wash
remember to pass the soap
22/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark
326. I keep boxes next to my bed
I keep boxes next to my bed
with lids and a brick on
top
so my dreams
can be easily secured
once they have expired
22/08
Ringkøbing, Denmark
327. ‘Thanks for appreciating how much I love you’
‘Thanks
for appreciating how much I love you’
I said to the ghost at the foot of my bed
before I retracted my sentiments
and went off to the brothel
at the end of Sunset and Sorrow
only to discover my ghost was my reflection
I saw as I fell off of my barroom stool
Now that I have been charged with impersonating
myself and held without bail
I must come to term with the fact that I am a vegetarian
and perhaps not normal
23/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark
*328. The night was filled with hunger
The
night was filled with hunger
and run away desire
No wonder the world no longer sees me
as a saint
23/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark
329. I shared my secret with the weeds in my garden
Using in ‘The Weeds in My
Garden’ Page # 40
I
shared my secret with the weeds in my garden
Now they are begging to be poisoned
so as not to remember
or hear it repeated by the Azaleas
23/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark
330. Should surprise suddenly shoulder salvations
Should
surprise suddenly shoulder salvations
for burdens yet surmised
or should we eat ice cream
and watch the grand final
23/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark
331. So many apples fell from the tree
So
many apples fell from the tree
during this morning’s séance
that I barely could hear my mother
telling how to make apple cobbler
So I chopped up the apple tree and made a coffin
to put my mother’s ashes in
So she would stop telling me
what to do
while I am having a séance
24/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark
332. I have two pet mice
I have two pet mice
who give me advice
one points left
the other right
When my dog walks me
each morning
24/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark
333. If I were an artist
If
I were an artist
I would paint a window
in the centre of my room
to climb out of
and become free of this oxymoron
24/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark
334. The alarm of injustice
The
alarm of injustice
woke the town square statue
which chased away
the rest of this poem
24/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark
335. In an exhaustive melody
In
an exhaustive melody
I found the key to your love
with which I unlocked
our phone app
So we could be connected as long as we had
the same network
24/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark
336. Everyone hates me on social media
Everyone
hates me on social media
so I went to a pub and had sex with a robot
with your name
Now the robot is suing me
for defamation
and attempted annihilation
24/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark
337. The nightmare of my creativity
The
nightmare of my creativity
is that
this is it
24/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark
338. Failure has no prose
Failure has no prose
success no rhyme
to make this work
I would be a jerk
24/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark
339. As with any drunken rodeo cowboy
As
with any drunken rodeo cowboy
I fell into the synagogue with desire
flowing
But the choir drowned me out
before I could swim ashore
Leaving me naked
and ashamed to be a Leo
25/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark
340. The party died
The
party died
long after I did
Leaving no one laughing
25/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark
*341. After the ferry sank
No PP Book 5 P. 109
After the ferry sank
my dreams of promiscuous mermaids
came true
25/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark
342. Survival is not a party trick
Survival
is not a party trick
or a balloon on a string
but the description
of my vanquished spiritual beliefs
25/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark
343. The last person to remember me
The
last person to remember me
after I die
gets to reincarnate
as me
25/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark
*344. As with any well-earned karma
As
with any well-earned karma
I saw your love
as my reward
But after you killed me
I realised I was wrong
25/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark
345. In a whirlwind romance
In
a whirlwind romance
the moon blocked out the sun
so we could not see
what they were up to
26/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark
346. We opened the window to
listen to the rain rhythms
We opened the window to listen to the rain rhythms
floating across us in peaceful
relaxing feelings
immersing ourselves in such a wonderful
fulfilling moment
pleasing ourselves with this mediative blissful time
knowing we are one with the universe
not hearing the screams
of our neighbours drowning
in their tormented dysfunctional useless lives
26/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark
347. We danced the night away
Book 5. Page 121
We danced the night away
to forget
We sang the morning away
to remember
We loved
to remember to forget
26/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark
348. Space has no distance
Space has no distance
keeping us forever together
beyond confines
of this galaxy
26/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark
349. I keep a vacuum
I keep a vacuum
to fill with my emptiness
in my backpack
when I journey
on new trails
making new friends
though I forget why
26/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark
350. Not knowing
Not
knowing
choices too many
massive change
collapsed hope
Another day of grocery shopping
27/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark
351. My friends now all dead
My
friends now all dead
leaving my past
unsharable
25/7/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark
*352. I rode today side-saddle
I
rode today side-saddle
ready to jump off
at the next cross-road
of adventure
27/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark
353. I put tattoos over scars
I
put tattoos over scars
of my memory
so you would see me as trendy
non-damaged
eccentric
not ruined
youthful
not dying of old age
like we all are
now at the end of time
27/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark
354. In a post-world world
In
a post-world world
this world
will no longer be
our world
25/7/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark
355. In the future there will be no past
In
the future there will be no past
memories will be purchased from cyber-brain stores
filled with banks of past experiences
of once-were-people
Except for my memories
which will be deleted
so no one can live in my past
like a lonely comic-stick me
27/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark
356. While running naked through the alley
Using
in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page # 40
Book 5. Page 80
While
running naked through the alley
I noticed in my ex-wife’s bedroom window
weeds from my garden
laughing at me
and posing as if they were adorning my favourite brothel
And for no other reason
did I let fly a rock
Like David to Goliath
to bring down her window
27/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark
357. What a disaster
What
a disaster
today started
I didn’t
Who is to blame for cycles of sun
and various objects
of similar importance
All that was for me was to begin
I only could end
Chaos is so poetic
Calm not worth the narrative
We all fell
so united in our non-start we are
Bending with the wind
so easy to drift away
Never to return
By By
I am the sky
28/7/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark
358. Kissing shadows on a warm storm worn jetty
Kissing
shadows on a warm storm worn jetty
I knew our love was real as the moon
with us attached
sank to the rhythm of what we once had
you and I and forever
a threesome that could never work
father sun holy shit
We are all doomed
28/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark
*359. Such a small percentage of what I create
Such
a small percentage of what I create
is re-creatable
so I create massive amounts of creatives
in hope that a small percent
is usable
and this is not one
28/7/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark
*360. I love the way bubbles of dreams float over Denmark
I
love the way bubbles of dreams float over Denmark
and that I can be
in one of them
28/08/2017 Ringkøbing, Denmark
*361. What I enjoy of being 70
What
I enjoy of being 70
is watching thoughts dissolve
change texture
structure
colours
sounds
while forgetting their origin
So much like being in my 20’s and high
all over again
28/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark
362. It is annoying that this poem went viral
It
is annoying that this poem went viral
after I had died
29/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark
363. I saw you today dancing on the shore
Book 5. Page 145
I
saw you today dancing on the shore
of the North Sea
south of Hvide Sande
I was at the top of the Lyngvig Fyr
transfixed by shipwrecks of the past
It was not the rocks that crushed the ships
or broken men’s lives
it was you who they dove into the water
and swam toward
leaving masts tangled in winds uncontrolled
And there now you were again today
Was I to leap from the lighthouse down to my death at your feet
as so often before I had
NO I just closed my eyes and watched you disappear
into the breaking waves
leaving me to calmly drift back home
far from
this lonely lighthouse amongst sand dunes reaching out to hide you
29/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark
364. I tried to decipher the sounds of birds in my garden
No PP Book 5 P. 35
I
tried to decipher the sounds of birds in my garden
even recorded and put their communication on YouTube
then I realised they were making fun of the way
I talked then hugged the gum tree in my front yard
and that is how I came to have birdshit
all over my head
29/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark
365. In a copywritten moment
In
a copywritten moment
you took my love and ran away
leaving me no legal option
to share it
29/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark
*366. In too short a moment
In
too short a moment
your touch faded from view
without a sound
to remember your scent by
29/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark
367. Chocolate Wine Lego
Chocolate
Wine Lego
I never could get
my choices in order
29/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark
368. Without doubt
Without
doubt
I have no idea if I am going
or not
with doubt
I just go
29/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark
369. I lost my place in too many turned pages
I
lost my place in too many turned pages
causing digital fallout
over my lover’s
final conclusion
29/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark
370. I put love on trial
I
put love on trial
and the all robotic jury
acquitted love all wrong doing
and rewarded me with a second chance
30/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark
371. I painted my dark side
I
painted my dark side
with day-glow enamel
to reflect
the new improved me
30/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark
372. Shut down all systems
Shut
down all systems
re-boot the moment
daffodils don’t fly
seagulls don’t flower
morning without you
a frozen screen error
not easy to restart
31/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark
373. Luck was on its way
Luck
was on its way
I watched it approach from the east
and turn south toward me
I was smiling arms open
humming a tune from the 1960s
think it was a Jefferson Airplane hit
70 years of waiting
time was now
karma in place
lessons learned
accepting attitude
what could go wrong
did
I was in the wrong place
the beggar next to me
wasn’t
she glowed as the chosen do
I returned to the alley
to ponder
31/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark
374. In anticipation of a long-lost dream
In
anticipation of a long-lost dream
re-occurring
I went to bed early
excited to say the least
too exactly
so much so
I began interpreting
what the dream I might have could represent
whether there would be too much symbolism
to unpack its meaning
would the dream occur instead to my wife sleeping next to me
would she get the thrill of it
what happens if the neighbour’s dog received the dream
or I saw it on the six o’clock morning news
what happens if the dreams bypasses me all together
In fear of my anticipation going wrong
I stayed awake for days
Now I do not remember what I was writing about
So much for excitement and wanting and believing
Next time I sleep I just won’t bother to wake
31/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark
375. To me it was just
another photo shoot
To me it was just another photo shoot
you draped across my life
posing as if in a naked dream
Desire had little do with aperture ISO speed
I was on automatic
so were you
1968 and the living was free
like love itself
fading memory
washed out photos
rusting decades
so long ago
as if it wasn’t so
yet we were
Another life
karma unveiled
we are all alone
trapped in our memoires
01/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark
376. Foreign faces with foreign voices
Book
5. Page 77
Foreign
faces with foreign voices
in foreign places
Yet laughter joins us
making differences
unrecognizable
We all have the same hopes wishes wants
to have our posts
‘liked’ on Facebook
377. Fast falling Friday freedom
No PP Book 5 P. 35
Fast falling Friday freedomforeign frolics
forgotten
for now
01/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark
378. In a dazzling array of confusing symbolism
In
a dazzling array of confusing symbolism
we discovered
that the purpose for living
now passed down
in esoteric mumbles from the ancients
was to have a good glass of wine
Dutch chocolate
good book to read
and a hug from a passing stranger
if not more
01/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark
379. Started again
Started
again
this time without thought
Surely the proper method to a scientific conclusion
of Nobel-prize stature
not knowing what happens next
Surely the antidote to failure in the middle ranks
While at the top
not even fathoming the next line
of a non-sensical thought
is the pinnacle
of success
without differentiation
01/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark
380. In a non-productive moment
Using
in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page # 42
In
a non-productive moment
the weeds in my neighbour’s garden
ignored the plight of the weeds in my garden
as they chocked to death
from my United Nations banned chemical poisons
and the afternoon breeze
coming off of the Ringkøbing Fjord
settled the weed distorting
‘the final conclusion solution’
spray onto the neighbor’s garden
01/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark
381. Before I began servicing my multiple personalities
Before
I began servicing my multiple personalities
I was content in caring for just the two or three
who called my body home
Now keeping my vegan self at peace with the carnivorous personality
and the military brat happy
with the decisions made by my Jesuit Self
which is often at odds with the extremist personality
is getting to be awkward
so tomorrow I will drown them all
01/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark
382. Predictions drain facts
Predictions
drain facts
making the future bland in a robotic fashion
so I know that tomorrow
like today
will be nothing new
02/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark
383. As one who never gets lost
As
one who never gets lost
imagine how surprised I was
when no one found me
02/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark
384. At the end of my life
At
the end of my life
I was excited to discover
there was more
02/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark
385. Sand washed upon the shore
of the fjord
Sand
washed upon the shore of the fjord
thousands
maybe millions
of years reflected memory
while a 70-year-old takes a photo
claiming to know
what living a long time means
A clash of evolution
celebrating long life
each
02/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark
386. So much easier to blog now
So
much easier to blog now
than thousands of years past
when Egyptians left Twitter messages on pyramids
then waited to have
them digitalized
and saved in the cloud
02/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark
387. I waited for 70 years
I
waited for 70 years
for today
which lasted 24 hours
I am not waiting anymore
02/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark
388. I had the travel bug
Book
5. Page 49
I had the travel bug
it crawled across the
horizon of my desk
Not speaking my language
I squashed it with the book
‘One hundred places to
visit before you die’
What an unfulfilling life
the travel bug had
03/September/2017
Ringkøbing, Denmark
http://neuage.org [I had the travel bug]
389. Shortly after completing my best and final
Shortly after completing my
best and final
masterpiece
the world ended
What a fitting conclusion
to a creative life
once aspired to
then achieved
to no one’s notice
03/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark
390. While collecting mushrooms
While collecting mushrooms
in the Hoverdal Plantage
I was relieved to hear that
the magic mushroom
I ate would not kill me
nor would I ever feel
normal again
Though knowing I can only
communicate
with others who have eaten
the same mushroom
narrows my web of influence
I know they will
because I am
03/09
Ringkøbing, Denmark
391. Simple so often to be easily different
Simple
so often to be easily different
Difficult to be the same
like everyone else
Trap the usual genius in to knowing nothing
so life can go on
04/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark
392. I pushed forward
I
pushed forward
claiming my best interest was at hand
through questionable karma
past fake love
often entrapped by deconstructionist’s fairy tales
Becoming involved in existentialists adventures
with imaginary robotic prostitutes
Nothing would stop my forward momentum
to be in bed by 9 pm
as any elderly person so desires
04/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark
393. Thanks for forgetting me
Thanks
for forgetting me
I too often thought my memorable self-image
was worthy of remembering
but now diminished I am OK with it
Humility as my goal was the final causality
04/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark
394. I am writing a novel
I am
writing a novel
with
1. The ending
2. Two middles
3. A twisted beginning
all in that order
04/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark
395. I changed my looks to appear as the abstract tattoo
I
changed my looks to appear as the abstract tattoo
on m lover’s thigh
of an early morning annihilation
Today at the market
people asked if we were twins
The tattoo and me
04/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark
*396. At the museum of broken hearts
At
the museum of broken hearts
no one felt sorry for me
even though I had paid the broken heart concession fee
Tainted emotions
Betrayal
Mixed messages
Unsingable shared sonnets
Secondhand love
Stolen pleasures rescinded
Echoes of broken pleas
At the end we all fade away
in the museum of broken hearts
05/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark
*397. At my funeral I wore virtual glasses
At
my funeral I wore virtual glasses
so as to watch
my once-long-ago
escape
from my mother’s womb
with new perspectives
05/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark
*398. I run naked in the rain
I
run naked in the rain
so as to be clean when I leap
into the fjord
and to have the Danes whistle my name
05/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark
*399. I dropped the script for my life in the fjord
I
dropped the script for my life in the fjord
where a seagull
tore it to shreds
Then I awoke
running naked through my neighbour’s dream
Now my therapist insists that I go back to sleep
and find a new script
05/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark
400. I live my life as a surprise
I
live my life as a surprise
in the bottom
of a cereal box
that no one wants
05/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark
401. My writing is a sponge
My
writing is a sponge
to soak up the crap I no longer want
in my subconscious
06/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark
402. I made a token effort to change
Book 5. Page 32
I
made a token effort to change
I reincarnated
06/September/2017 Hjerl Hede, Denmark
403. I prefer to fall
I
prefer to fall
before I climb
to see how far it is
to the bottom
before I experience the top
06/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark
404. In wrinkled lace are wrapped thoughts of you
In
wrinkled lace are wrapped thoughts of you
waiting warmer winter weather
when I am ready to unfurl
vast memories of once-were-loves
across my horizon
06/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark
405. Where wind refuses to rest
Where
wind refuses to rest
against shuttered protected home
we dreamt of safer softer times
when cartoon storms were nothing more
than special effects easily removed from sight
Before we became swept away in a rapid passing news-cycle
using us as filler in between digestive improvement commercials
06/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark
406. Melting reason producing rational hallucinations
Melting
reason producing rational hallucinations
gives life of dreams
without categories
06/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark
407. While replicating a life once known
While
replicating a life once known
I fell into a hole that had no end
If I do make my acquaintance along the way
you will be the first to dance with me
Otherwise we’ll politely wave as I pass by
06/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark
408. Without an audience
Without
an audience
I tell my jokes into the mirror
and laugh at each
Tomorrow I will return to my mirror
and listen for the punch line once again
07/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark
409. Waiting wanting watching
Waiting
wanting watching
magic moments merge
so easy these melted memories
If we could drift beyond clouds
we would happily live far removed from troubled times
and leave all below
for tomorrow’s peasants
07/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark
410. Laughing is a cure
Laughing
is a cure
loving is a cure
giving is a cure
dancing is a cure
time is a cure
imagination is a cure
all else is not
07/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark
411. I drew a map
Book 5. Page 27
I
drew a map
on your body
and became lost
07/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark
412. Easy runs thunder
Easy
runs thunder
escaping tired needs
past valleys
frozen streams
lovers in the alley
If only silence was not so empty
celebration would be filled with it
and tonight’s sky
not so meaningless
Still the thunder rattles our core
So once again
with closed eyes
silent ears
the moment too
drifts away
08/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark
413. Close to suffocation
Close
to suffocation
I quickly untangled the mask of inspiration
replacing it with a configuration
of a delusional stare
mixed with a grinning expression
and a goodbye smile
at the same time
as the lovers on TV looked the other way
Talk about coincidence
08/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark
414. If I had not rescued two clowns
If
I had not rescued two clowns
and a juggler
this would have been
a wasted day
at the synagogue
08/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark
415. Too many songs, movies, poems, parades
Too
many songs, movies, poems, parades
have been about why you went away
Not enough about what the point of staying
would have been
if I had never opened the door
to begin with
08/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark
416. Real men don’t write poetry
Book 5. Page 113
Real
men don’t write poetry
we just are the material
those losers use
to weave their merciless lyrics from
08/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark
417. In a self-reflective moment
In
a self-reflective moment
I watched my reflection
run away
09/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark
418. I went to a five-hundred-year old cemetery
I
went to a five-hundred-year old cemetery
and asked what was it that they worried about
so long ago
and they said
they had worried about the future
But now in hindsight
they were worthless worries
09/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark
419. I went to the oldest city in Denmark
Book 5. Page 146
I
went to the oldest city in Denmark
What an authentic historic experience
Everything I bought was made in China
which is OK
because China is very old too
09/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark
420. The beauty of being where I do not understand the language
The
beauty of being where I do not understand the language
is knowing everyone is discussing how wonderful I am
And if they knew I only understood English
they would speak for me to write it in my blog
so others would know too
09/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark
421. I had a wonderfully inspirational creative fulfilling rewarding
I
had a wonderfully inspirational creative fulfilling rewarding
picturesque dream
I dreamt I wasn’t me
09/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark
422. We swore our love for eternity
Book 5. P 87
We
swore our love for eternity
beneath the cathedral tower
in 1426
But today I didn’t see anyone
familiar
or that was five-hundred-ninety-one years old
09/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark
423. Streams of consciousness
Book 5. Page 143
Streams
of consciousness
flooding with muddy thoughts
Time to make sense
weigh anchor
set sail
seek adventures
So excited about going to sleep
10/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark
424. I barricaded myself from the North Sea
Book 5. Page 107
I
barricaded myself from the North Sea
as misfits of time
sought my weak points
Finding them in an amber glow
of lust wasted amongst the sand dunes
Now I run naked over the hot ancient sands
whistling a blues melody I had run away from
in New Orleans when life was an experiment
and regret a sin
Finally realising there is no escape
from being the cartoon character
my lovers wanted me to become
back in 1968
10/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark
*425. I don’t know which is most comforting
I
don’t know which is most comforting
emailing, texting, Skyping, Facetime, WhatsApp, Instagram, Facebook
or what I do now
Speak with you so often in my mind
Now that you have died
10/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark
*426. I swam the full length of sorrow in a record
I
swam the full length of sorrow in a record
One-lifetime was all that it took
Next incarnate
I will be an apple tree
cut down before I bare fruit
so I will know
how my son’s life unfolded
this time around
10/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark
*427. When I was young
When
I was young
I had old thoughts
When I was old
I had young thoughts
Unfortunately my body never differentiated
Next I will have no thoughts
no body
10/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark
428. In fear of being out of tune
Book 5. Page 52
In
fear of being out of tune
the birds stopped
In fear of flower betrayal
bees stopped
In fear of love going wrong
humanity stopped
In fear
the day lost focus
What a bummer fear is
11/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark
*429. I moved into the museum
I
moved into the museum
because everything outside
was out of place
with no value
11/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark
430. They put tattoos on the statue of the founding father
Book
5. Page 47
They
put tattoos on the statue of the founding father
of this 500-year-old town
to make him look hip
Gave him some piercings
a web site, an email, Twitter, Facebook, Instagram
several other social media identifications
even a hashtag
#foundingcooldad
And still the birds shit on him
11/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark
431. My children used to write letters to Santa Claus
My
children used to write letters to Santa Claus
so I sent a text to Abraham Lincoln
and asked if I could wear his hat
to my funeral
11/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark
432. Excitement plays the fool
Excitement
plays the fool
leaving once-were-crippled
happiness to be master of ceremony
while wonderment
drinks to my health
in the audience
11/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark
433. If no one likes my post
Book 5. Page 56
If
no one likes my post
does it not exist
If I like their post
then they like my like of their post
are they friends
I observed birds along the fjord
wondering if they had as many issues as me
and if they didn’t
why didn’t they
12/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark
434. She had a lingering smile
She
had a lingering smile
that stayed with me as night faded
into mesmerising obsessions of her tastes
melting into fantasies never to be
But I remember
which is all that is required to prove
once I was human
12/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark
435. A misguided narrative
A
misguided narrative
out of sync
with a picture
worthy of a thousand words
never frees an awkward refrain
12/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark
436. The day when robots have a people museum
The
day when robots have a people museum
·
Stuffed people behind glass
·
Sound recordings of their mating rituals
·
Analysis of ridiculous human communication
·
3D printouts of human behaviour ‘acting without reason’
·
messiah saviour enlightened robots
will be the day
rock n roll dies
12/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark
437. I never understood why she left soon after
I
never understood why she left soon after
I proclaimed
‘I will love and be yours’
until my ice cream melts
and falls to the ground
13/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark
438. Most definitely a deliberate audience has issues
Most
definitely a deliberate audience has issues
with the changing tides of public opinion
though their behaviour
suggests otherwise
Leaving me to pleasure myself alone in the church vestibule
while Google attempts
a more accurate interpretation
13/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark
439. A thousand years ago
A
thousand years ago
the Viking’s idea of social media
was to rob and pillage and burn
which went viral
Little has changed
accept we now count
how many likes we get
when we rob pillage and burn others
13/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark
440. In an abandoned alley
In an
abandoned alley
I discovered a vault of an endless selections of meaningless thoughts
to make no sense of
in my divine quest of deductive focus
to share with those who have lost the plot
and who are in desperate need of a coherent narrative
13/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark
441. My belief system was shattered
My belief system was shattered
then replaced with a 1970’s disco-lit closet
filled with discordant aliens
who appeared superior at first
until the haze lifted
and I realised I once again
needed another belief system
13/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark
442. I asked an arrogant atheistic snail
I
asked an arrogant atheistic snail
which way to Nirvana
and she let me deep into the forest
where I feasted upon
magical-hallucinatory mushrooms
and lived the remainder of my life
in bliss
14/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark
443. If I had written a poem about e-mail and social media
If
I had written a poem about e-mail and social media
fifty-years ago they would have said I was inventive
if I had written it thirty-years ago they would have said I was ahead of the
times
a futurists
Last week they said I was behind the times
Now they ignore me
14/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark
444. I sought freedom amongst yesterday’s rubble
I
sought freedom amongst yesterday’s rubble
equating peace with escape
hope with hiding
a new start with imagination
I never found freedom
trading my rebellion for a circus ticket instead
Providing myself with much insight to this misadventure
I call my life
14/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark
445. In an imaginary forest filled with glowing plastic flowers
In
an imaginary forest filled with glowing plastic flowers
recorded bird calls
holographic trees
and surround-sound-wind
I found an alter to sacrifice my desires upon
in a dream soaked ritual of imaginary fulfilling bliss
the moment before loggers came to strip the forest
making space for a new shopping centre
where I got this pen and paper
to write this story
14/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark
446. Without re-invention
Without
re-invention
similar to re-incarnation
I would not experience
this re-tried life
14/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark
447. The ex-executioner became a stand-up comic
The
ex-executioner became a stand-up comic
as a mid-life career move
but no one laughed
at her predictable jokes
Now she is unable to finish this story
14/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark
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