Thoughts in Patterns 6 (Kindle Edition) 30/12/2018 (first 14 pages free viewing) Print Edition
This is the writing used in picture poems for 2018 by Terrell Neuage. Photograps are from the following places that I lived in during 2018 : Adelaide, South Australia, India , Europe, with a few stops in between. They will be in my e-book; ‘Thoughts in Patterns 6’ available from Amazon December 21, 2018!
2016 texts ~ Books 1 -4
2017 texts some used in Book 5 'Thoughts in Patterns 5' now from Amazon
1. I printed a hundred photos of myself
handed them out at the train station
caption reading:
‘Missing Person
Don’t find’
1/01/2018 Adelaide
2. I dedicated 2018 to 1965
I was 18
The world was younger
so much more innocent
52 years later
what happened
How did the world age so
who dissolved promises of a better tomorrow
So happy
Proud even
Dedicating 2018 to 1965
01/01/2018 Adelaide
3. When I divided experiences into years
I had no thought that a time would arrive when I would divide experiences
into decades
in the future
future selves
will divide cycles of being into centuries
with a year barely worth noting
01/01/2018 Adelaide
4. 2018 is a blank slate
that in a future year
I will still be amazed
with how it was filled
01/01/2018 Adelaide
I hung a blank sheet of paper over my calendar
to show all that
I plan to accomplish
in this upcoming year
01/01/2018 Adelaide
6. So quick we falter
when realizing the road travelling
will not lead to the castle
where we will be knighted
and the sun no longer rises
over our alley home
Though in the distance a change is evident
Beyond for bodings of chaos and destruction
where we will all run into the sea
to escape the flames
But for now I can only hope to wake from these constant
dreams
02/01/2018 Adelaide
7. Book 6 Page 107
So easy today passing
smoothly by
We rested amongst vineyards
watching grapes mature
so people can act immature once the grapes are blended
drunk
at parties, funerals, weddings, first and last dates
But for now they rest
in the Barossa Valley sun
waiting
like we all do
waiting
02/01/2018 Adelaide
8. I sampled life
and as with any properly acting wine-taster
I spit it out
to try another more full-bodied taste
02/01/2018 Adelaide
9. As quick as I get lost
someone finds me
I need to hide better
like first love
behind a setting sun
02/01/2018 Adelaide
10. When laughter stopped
I knew it was but the wind
feeling mysterious
When crying began
would not it be
just seasonal change
When love dissipated
climate change
was proven
All things
nothing more than chapters
frozen in time
04/01/2018 Adelaide
11. I spent all day planning for the future
Now today is over
the future isn’t here
wonder if I will stay forever trapped between
Not living in a particular
time and place and some possible
but not real time and place
04/01/2018 Adelaide
She had the type of figure
of speech
that kept me
dreaming mysteriously
for decades
05/01/2018 Adelaide
Every morning I watch her dancing
in front of the closed door
as morning approaches
silently stealing her away
until long after midnight
when she appears again
dancing
Never letting me know
where she has been
Never letting me see
where she goes
Never letting me
dance with her more than once
as she fades into a new day’s memory
05/01/2018 Adelaide
14. Predictions fell flat fast
Still I believed
inevitable change was not so mysterious
that where we are
once foreseen then ignored
would prove more than imagined
creating victory when none was due
nor predicted
yet made manifest
06/01/2018 Adelaide
15. We tested love forever
by jumping off a cliff and dying together
Now we will never know
07/01/2018 Adelaide
16. I got fancy new glasses
still I could not see
The future
07/01/2018 Adelaide
Clear was the night
when shadows cast secrets
Over multiple merging scenes
revealing celebrations
Quickly woven
Then unravelling
As such is life
On a night as clear as this
07/01/2018 Adelaide
18. The movie had a sad ending
Just like life
Before we are born
07/01/2018 Adelaide
19. Warmed up leftovers
resurrected recycled
rekindled love
Such is the pizza
The morning after
07/01/2018 Adelaide
20. In exciting tones
I responded to her scent when I awoke
At the alley’s end
But it was just the sanitation truck
On its morning’s rounds
07/01/2018 Adelaide
21. Unable to make ends meet
I cut the middle into two
And lived my life
Without peril
07/01/2018 Adelaide
22. I had hoped hestingly for a different outcome
a conventional result
Normal procedures
Applause Merriment
Celebration High-fives
Imagine my disappointment to discover
that at the end of the road
there was nothing more
than the end of the road
08/01/2018 Adelaid
23. Missed a page
narrative holes
unreasonable stealth
no one left to explain
what could have been
if life had a viewable plan
08/01/2018 Adelaide
24. Stolen patterns
hidden matters
secrets so mysterious esoteric whispers dare not reveal
Buried knowledge
no one to know
We live our lives never caring for more
The safest method of non-responsibility
Ignorance easily paves the way to never know
Never care
Never live beyond
such a fleeting time
as this life flashing by
09/01/2018 Adelaide
25. I try to be like those around me
But the wind keeps blurring me
as I disappear into a haze
and my body responds like I am there
09/01/2018 Adelaide
26. I keep forgetting who I am
Yesterday I thought I was a tree being chopped down
for a crucifixion
Today I was a kangaroo
scaring ferrel tourist’s children
Tomorrow I will scare everyone
and be me
09/01/2018 Adelaide
27. "Such a fabulous finish"
Read my tombstone
Not withstanding lack of choices presented
with the usual suspected chaos
such change brings
Though complaining is inappropriate
at such a time as now
it is too late
10/01/2018 Adelaide
I downloaded a music file
filled with applause
cheering
chants of ‘long live the hero’
to use as my ringtone
alert
Reminding me every hour
that so many care
10/01/2018 Adelaide
29. Such stories falling with the rain
[the cow jumped over the moon]
[Cinderella wanted only me]
[Superheroes rescued sinking cities]
All so useless when listening to stories
falling in the rain
11/01/2018 Adelaide
30. So soon so different
Life’s excitement splashing
against everyday sameness
If we return
consider us beyond human
If we fade into tomorrow’s excitement
Consider us rescued from such sameness
As we suffered before tomorrow’s escape
11/01/2018 Adelaide
31. I am often conflicted between living
my life either as fiction
or non-fiction
with alternating memories
colliding
with alternating facts
11/01/2018 Adelaide
32. Tomorrow we will do it
today should stay empty
Blank
memory-free
Leaving space
spacey as us
Day after
Nothing happens
12/01/2018 Adelaide
33. Rainbow infused
digital love
so fulfilling
unplugged
12/01/2018 Adelaide
34. I filled the cracks
of my memory
with thoughts of you
broken tears
finally thawed
12/01/2018 Adelaide
35. Anticipated excitement
broken into short and long breaths
Of when we were one
and thoughts of times again
manifest excitement
13/01/2018 Adelaide
36. Via habits welded into DNA code
transparent desire
swallows possible difference that change fears to hide
exposed then destroyed
13/01/2018 Adelaide
37. My dead family and friends make up my pretend world
Playmates who constantly keep me laughing at the destruction
we cause
13/01/2018 Adelaide
38. I protected myself from unexpected
though suspected
thoughts that possibly would bound me to a confusingly
confessional of poorly developed consequences
of uncontrollable proportion by hiding behind my shadow
and hoping everyone was either too stoned or just dead and unable
To comment
14/01/2018 Adelaide
39. This different space
no one to know
no one to follow
no one to breathe
The end of the world
With no one
15/01/2018 Adelaide
40. While reviewing today
tomorrow came and went
leaving today
without review
without regret
without remembering
15/01/2018 Adelaide
41. Hundreds of lovers, winners, dreamers, needs, losers, wants
But we have in common
here in mid-air
above the clouds
that we will land together
with all individual needs and wants
still intact
16/01/2018 flight Adelaide > Kuala Lumpur
42. Book 6 Page 43
If only everyone would close their eyes
for just a moment
I would do cartwheels down the aisle of this plane
Naked
Like I do at home
16/01/2018 flight Adelaide > Kuala Lumpur
43. Cheated by evolution
I fly so much but do not have wings
I have the brains of a fish
yet I cannot swim
I am as old as a Galápagos tortoise
Yet far from becoming extinct
I am a forager-hunter-gatherer
Stuck between 0 and 1
16/01/2018 flight Adelaide > Kuala Lumpur
44. Arrived at Delhi airport
18-hours after leaving Adelaide
Middleclass life
Here through alleys filled with rubbish
Wild dogs
‘midnight haze ‘
they say politely meaning smelly pollution too thick to see our middle-class life exchanged for
OMG
We’ve fallen out of our comfort zone
Six-AM my body says Adelaide time 1 AM Delhi yells
Sleeping pill taking effect
blurring cultures for a moment
Forgot why we did this
16/01/2018 Delhi
45. Wobbly as night can be
teaching me to be in sync with movement
not used to
Now we understand
the streets after dark
17/01/2018 Delhi
46. In a continued conversation
night’s stolen stilled silence
broke
Nothing was resolved
morning refused to come
Now we are all screwed
18/01/2018 Delhi
47. “Long live the metro”
sang the rats as they ran across the track
only to be electrocuted on the third rail
much to the school children’s delight
18/01/2018 Delhi
48. So many millions here in India
all wishing they had a life like mine
and I go about
wishing my life was better
not sure what is wrong with us who have so much yet want more and what is wrong
with all these people
wanting more than what they find
in the rubbish heap
where we toss our excess
so as to have more
while the earth cries
before cheering
knowing soon she will be free of all of us
18/01/2018 Delhi
49. Exhausted by today
exit fatigue
overwhelmed
peace and tranquilly seemed so long ago
In a different alley
where familiar faces exchanged karma
in a most healing fashion
Though that was then
Now I am buried by so much
not even my tombstone
is visible
19/01/2018 Delhi
50. The world was created by candlelight
soon to be put out
Didn’t we have fun
while it lasted
19/01/2018 Delhi
22 million people in this city
wanting to trade karma with me
So I became a cow
Now everyone has changed
their mind
19/01/2018 Delhi
52. Excited by tomorrow
knowing it won’t be today
19/01/2018 Delhi
Fast travels hope
Bumpy ride it is
If we hang on long enough
our dreams come true
Fast travels hope
20/01/2018 Delhi
54. So many beggars today
none of them saw us begging too
Just to be left alone
To live our privileged life
with all our needs met
And our wants
Begging for more
20/01/2018 Delhi
55. All day we ordered more than we could consume
Tomorrow we will imagine
consuming only
So the day after
we will feel balanced
20/01/2018 Delhi
Being quite comfortable
with her lack of beliefs
the cow was happy
to lay down and die
21/01/2018 Delhi
57. Billions of microbes living in my gut
each one with a poem
and no one to listen
Just like me
21/01/2018 Delhi
58. In the streets of Delhi
people looking at me
as if I were the foreigner
when they are in fact
the foreign ones
As I have been forever
and they are just passing through
21/01/2018 Delhi
59. Fear of the future is being packaged and given away
as an app to download for anyone
foolish enough to still have
any microbes of hope left
in their DNA
21/01/2018 Agra
60. We were taken for a ride
when we wanted to stay everyone hustles
beggars, tuk tuk drivers
tour operators
each with the best deal
merchants
food stalls, cows
We look like US dollar bills
they are all grabbing
I came to look
I miss home
Can’t see the sky here
I get sick from the food
I have chills
fever
I can’t see the sun rise
Or set
The air is too dirty
so many people
noise all the time
I really love India
just have to put me away
and bring out my adventure-self
who is hiding behind
My shaky shadow
in an alley
Seeing me as a circus act
22/01/2018 Agra
61. My life is an abstract
art piece
a bit out of focus
sitting in the discount section of a gallery
on fire
22/01/2018 Agra
62. I retired the day I was born
with every moment
thereafter a holiday
22/01/2018 Agra
63. India takes me back to when
domesticated animals
cows, goats, religions
happily wandered streets together
without issue
24/01/2018 Agra
64. Celebrating so much
Australia Day
India something Day
Terrell Day
January 26, 2018
Celebrating today is over
and I can begin
a new day to celebrate
26/01/2018 Jaipur
65. Broke my pattern
lost my way
letting go of me
Living life unknown
What a pleasure
being lost is
26/01/2018 Jaipur
66. I am not interested in anything that you have to sell
What your sad story is
How I am a white western male
and you are not
I proclaimed to the Hindu Statue
at the entrance to the temple of lost causes
shortly before I tripped and fell over
a lose stone
breaking my concentration
on the importance of me
27/01/2018 Jaipur
67. In a clash of culture
I failed to realise
that I was a member of the invisible class
27/01/2018 Jaipur
68. I was the morning descended into madness
Screaming out delusional nonsensical rhymes
in patterns
that destroyed the final scene
before evening ran off
With the day
28/01/2018 Jaipur
69. Such an army of tangled beliefs
marching toward the goal line
we all cheered at our misconceptions
going into victory
never realising
we had been out maneuverered
by a generation
of displaced visionaries
Leaving us to decay
silently along the sidelines
29/01/2018 Jaipur
70. Space between us becomes smaller
in such crowded times
Even dreams shrink
Not enough for us all
I shared my last few with street beggars
sleeping on the train platform
here in Jaipur India
Farm animals going through rubbish at McDonalds
But they are not eaten
Because their dreams of a slaughter-house free life
is the only one fulfilled in this place of shattered wants
and unforgivable dreams
30/01/2018 Jaipur
71. In my book I write thoughts never to pass my way again
But why would I want to read
what I thought
sometime ago
when all I have to behold
in the future will be so much more
worthy of notation
31/01/2018 Jaipur
72. Sleep has a way of separating me
from the illusions of my life
so often appearing real
secrets unfolding
mysteries swept away
consciousness traded for a second hand mantra
But now I welcome sleep to erase
what no one wishes to hear as I proclaim my innocence
at the end of eternity
now manifest
02/02/2018 Jaisalmer, India
73. We lasted past the final dance
As long as the castle walls would hold
love would never escape
we thought
But time eroded beliefs destroyed
emptiness became
our soul salvation
Now so easy to sleep
once the myth of eternity was revealed
we could melt into the nothingness
we were meant to be
05/02/2018 Jodhpur
74. Night train to Mumbai
seasick tracks
How could anyone sleep
in such a dreamless
environment
07/02/2018 train Jodhpur to Mumbai
75. I forgot where I wrote my memories
Now they have disappeared
Like life itself
07/02/2018 Mumbai
76. Bombay nights
here in Mumbai
Not sure what I will wake to
tomorrow
07/02/2018 Mumbai
77. My shopping list for tomorrow
08/02/2018 Mumbai
78. Disappointment shreds pleasure
Pieces reflected in broken mirrors
Glimpses of what was
what could have been
if only disappointment
did not shred pleasure
08/02/2018 Mumbai
79. So unfamiliar this moment is
Securities fly past
fast leaving me to sink in such
an unfamiliar moment
08/02/2018 Mumbai
80. I thought today was yesterday
So I made all
the same mistakes
again
08/02/2018 Mumbai
81. Twenty-two million people in Mumbai
have convinced me that there are too many people
in the Australian Outback
one notices
in either place
10/02/2018 Mumbai
82. Book 6 Page 23
So many beggars in Mumbai
each begging
not to reincarnate
as me
11/02/2018 Mumbai
83. As with any easy way out
mistakes are best
left untouched
11/02/2018 Mumbai
84. We took what no one else wanted
refurbished miracles
dissolving in the sun
11/02/2018 Mumbai
85. So wrong the moment
unexplained sound
If dreams evolved
would they mutate
into tomorrow
and drown out these cries
12/02/2018 Mumbai
86. Expectations melting in the noon day dream
Yet sinking ships hold no cargo
that would remind me
of you
14/02/2018 Pune
87. Self-created holidays
sold in refugee camps
for escapees
from loneliness
14/02/2018 Pune
88. Distance between us
interrupted by bridges
burning furiously
Still we will find a way
through
if only for a short dance
before the end
15/02/2018 Pune
89. Misinterpreted pauses
Left me to die
alone at the end
of my shadow
15/02/2018 Pune
90. Little bit of difficulty
with syncing last evening’s dream
with this crumbling reality
of decayed shadows
begging for a reboot
of today
16/02/2018 Pune
91. I laughed
the world turned the other way
I offered forgiveness
animals ran
I slept in the alley
the streets rejoiced
16/02/2018 Pune
92. Spilt ink
a poem does not make
Paint drying in the tin
an art piece will never be
Love hidden
no mystery revealed
Life in closet
no one will ever celebrate
My words swallowed
before you ever hear them
another quiet night in the alley
18/02/2018 Pune
93. Non-definable sounds
lost search
machine learning
My name is forgotten/
19/02/2018 Pune
Routine barks
shattering cherished myths
while peasants mask their caste
dressing as thrift-shop aristocrats
Life with out order
Tourists chanting nursey rhymes outside temples
they are not allowed in
Fear of contamination
Monks cry into their robes wanting
nothing more than to kill a cow
and devour fast food beef
five-hundred years of fear boil
drowning us all in want
21/02/2018 Trivandrum
95. I did it again
dissolved my resolve
Freedom shackled
once again
21/02/2018 Trivandrum
96. None of the prophets
predicted there would be nothing
after their death
I would say
‘sucked in’
But they will never
hear it
21/02/2018 Trivandrum
97. Too late for humans
cockroaches and rats
will inherit the rubble
we left behind
future intelligence
outliving
the computer age
21/02/2018 Trivandrum
98. My apology to my analogy
Now next of memory-kin
gets flushed away
22/02/2018 Trivandrum
99. Book 6 Page 14
The thought of a taste of her
kept me away
from fruit for a season
22/02/2018 Trivandrum
100. The blessing of the sacred fuck
brought tourists
from all over
22/02/2018 Trivandrum
101. Indifference to our differences
gave birth to our final flight
Melted dreams of sameness
Evolution ending
on such a boring note
22/02/2018 Trivandrum
102. All we had
nothing more than myth
vanishing in an orgy
of false beliefs
now so free
consciousness
unleased
23/02/2018 Trivandrum
103. I tried joining the Shakespeare fan club
but he rejected me
I tried to be a Christian
yet god unfriended me on Facebook
I tweeted Buddha
no response
I Googled my name
all I found was porn sites
My email was hacked by a dead girlfriend
Life has been a series of slamming doors
Tomorrow I will be happy
just to be me
23/02/2018 Trivandrum
104. Landscape
Tossed streets across it
Nature rape
Long before love became a commodity
Take us back before time was measured
trees were plastic
desire was interpretable
Landscape
Did not know the likes of us
24/02/2018 Trivandrum
105. I love India
She reminds me of nothing
Thus I am free
24/02/2018 Trivandrum
106. Changed positions
who knew inspiration
would envelope me upon your death
so I would be mailed away
without postage due
Yet always regretting never said goodbye
25/02/2018 Trivandrum
107. Invisible silence
covers my screams
as these walls close in around me
whispering your image like ice cream
melting on virgin’s lips
too hungry
Desiring more
but drowning in
invisible silence
25/02/2018 Trivandrum
108. We could say it over and over
yet no street will repeat
the secrets we lost
so early in our demise
25/02/2018 Trivandrum
109. Long before reality
became misplaced ideals
left misunderstood
We never knew
we never had a chance
26/02/2018 Trivandrum
110. Such strange happenings
Happiness stored
overflowing
Leaking
no one notices
Nothing left
27/02/2018 Varkala
Neighbour’s chants
mingled with my air conditioning
Don’t know which is cooler
27/02/2018 Varkala
112. Missed opportunities
lay broken at the bottom
No time left
No one left
No empty space
Inevitable surrender
Millions of years from now
this opportunity
will arise again
So what
This molten memory
ground to dust
28/02/2018 Varkala
113. Realism laughs in the alley
Liberal conceit
conceptualizes a hero-saint
to conquer faulty feelings
that never understood
this joke played on us
28/02/2018 Varkala
114. I dreamt that I was the master of saying nothing
as crowds threw garlands of meaning
that wrapped around my neck
choking me with nonsensical reasoning
28/02/2018 Varkala
115. Fast spans the distance
between our once inseparable moments
Depths unfillable
Keep me falling
No end to missing you
01/03/2018 Varkala
116.
I took a happiness bath
Washing myself
with memories of you
01/03/2018 Varkala
117. Stillness has always bothered me
So in India I only laugh
as I am crushed by the movement
of a billion people
flapping arms
in my path
02/03/2018 Varkala
118. In a most hysterical moment
god created the earth
and lost heaven
02/03/2018 Varkala
119. When the moon was full
I became empty
When you were here
I was gone
When you were lost
I wasn’t
Nature’s way is so confusing
02/03/2018 Alleppey
120. Stopped to change
Changed to stop
Miracles nothing but falsified dreams unhinged
Think I will drift away into laughter
Leaving everyone
behind to come fools
03/03/2018 Alleppey
121. Alternatively we could stop
by going no further
we would be forever
nowhere
04/03/2018 Alleppey
122. Close to the finish
efforts rationalised
reasons established
Dreams fantasised
To have done it all differently
Just a fleeting wish
now forgone
Acceptance a virtual
I was born close to the finish
Every moment more
just a bonus
for future generations
to ignore
05/03/2018 Kochi
123. Snowstorm in NYC
Everyday heatwave here in Kochi
My weather app
doesn’t know I have an umbrella up
Protecting me from falling dreams
either NYC cold
Kochin hot
I only am confused
when you are not
07/03/2018 Kochi
124. Long before I became lost
Perhaps I did not exist
Troubled dreams
despairing over non-existence
08/03/2018 Kochi
125. They built a shopping mall
filled with shops/cinemas/restaurants/laughing children
over a slum
as ancestral spirits cried for lack
of reconnection on social media
08/03/2018 Kochi
125. They built a shopping mall
filled with shops/cinemas/restaurants/laughing children
over a slum
as ancestral spirits cried for lack
of reconnection on social media
08/03/2018 Kochi
126. I forgot which bubble I was in
as they continued to burst
in rhythmic colours
at the apex of my dreams
09/03/2018 Kochi
127. god interviewed me
which explains why
I was so deep in conversation at the mall with myself
As any non-believer
would be
09/03/2018 Kochi
128. At the end of my alley
they put a lost and found counter for people
without a cause
Where I found my name
in tatters
09/03/2018 Kochi
129. I am so out of touch with my generation
they are in their 70s
Looking old and done
I am at the costume store looking for a mask
that fits my thought-of-the-day
and scares myself
silly
09/03/2018 Kochi
130. These sunglasses always lead me down alleys
with broken politician’s visions
promises bent by winds of change
dreams polluted with age
Though the sleep is good
dreams of nothingness are fulfilled
and ancestors are appeased
10/03/2018 Kochi
131.
I went to a different place in my mind
filled with strangers
asking for direction
I pointed to the river
we all drowned together
10/03/2018 Kochi
132. Watched the trinity dissolve into the sea
10/03/2018 Kochi
133. I get tired of listening to creation complaining
So often
that i am not compliant
10/03/2018 Kochi
134. 50-years ago
I took your youth for granted
Talked about sharing forever
Love
would never wane/waver/dissipate
Now I look into the mirror and say
‘oh shit’
10/03/2018 Kochi
135. Difficult to track
so often you were
Now in death
@ my side
always you are
10/03/2018 Kochi
136. Sanity so like silly putty
Easy to remodel
Drop flatten remodel
Then lose all together
10/03/2018 Kochi
137. Before social media
there was god
Finally we have
a channel
for communication
10/03/2018 Kochi
138. Book 6 Page 38
Lost in India
Easy to fine me
I am that person
looking so lost
in India
11/03/2018 Kochi
139. In a partial romantic moment
clouds shifted
revealing our once-worn-love warmed
Before storms
swept us away
11/03/2018 Kochi
140. Released yesterday
Today unframed
Tomorrow remembering
now as escape to freedom
chained
12/03/2018 Kochi
My life is a phase of a dream I once had
Long before disruptions in social media
made me redundant
12/03/2018 Kochi
142. While explaining the minute intricacies of love
with an ice-cube
She melted
before I had completed my discourse
Validating my thesis
12/03/2018 Kochi
143. I learned to suffer during an electrical storm
at my birth
Now the world is out of sync
I have holes in my socks
My mother’s glasses do not fit me
My dead dog barks at the door everyday at six am
Otherwise I have come to enjoy
dying
12/03/2018 Kochi
144. Praise in the alley
celebration of the gutter
rivers overflowing
I love to scream
until the sky cries why
then run off
as if I were a snowman
in fear of climate change
13/03/2018 Kochi
145.
Today in Kochi, India
I read a poem to a Hindu statue
which began to shed tears
and toss profanity at me
All because I din not see the blinking neon-sign
“No poems from TOURISTS”
which blinded me
from the truth
13/03/2018 Kochi
146. I could tell that the totally black-clad
woman on the ferry
lusted for me
as she had masturbatory sweat
draining from her eyes
13/03/2018 Kochi
147. Because life is short
I write poems with few ideas
and even less words
13/03/2018 Kochi
148. Every morning begins
with an erased yesterday
why can’t we tooZ
13/03/2018 Kochi
149. Since changing my dreams to cartoons
mysteries of creation
seem easier to handle
with comic-poets
dying in harmony
in my cartoon-dreams
14/03/2018 Kochi
150. I forget to forgive
I forgive to forget
trapped in cycles
Never knowing
shy
14/03/2018 Kochi
151. Book 6 Page 42
Every night I pull the curtains across my window
to block out India
To my surprise
Next morning she is still there
Ready to swallow me
again
14/03/2018 Kochi
152. Still looking for a poem
to become lost in
Fragmented meanings
Shadowy lines
Conjectural shades
Tainted metaphors
An abrupt ending
Easy to contemplate
Still looking never to find
14/03/2018 Kochi
153. I waited for you to tell me
what you are doing
About the love/fulfillment/dreams-come-true
All that a parent wishes
to hear from their son
who gave up living fifteen-years ago
So I could forever almost drown in sorrow
but never completely
Always only one breath away
from joining you
in the great nothingness you inhabit
15/03/2018 Kochi
154. I hid from one-billion Indian people today
in the Cochin Backwaters
only to discover
no one was looking for me
15/03/2018 Kochi
155. Too many speakers
Not enough listeners
All this noise
No where to think
no place left for poets to cry
15/03/2018 Kochi
156. Every cell in my body
a different craving
out-of-control life
All so entertaining
15/03/2018 Kochi
157. Confused lines
crossed purpose
A computer program
would have constructed better 3-D printer poems
to collect widow’s tears
Leaving us broken poets in isolated pain
nursing our confused lines
16/03/2018 Kochi
158. I am my ancestor
dreaming memories
thousands of years old
recycled for amusement
no one laughing
17/03/2018 Kochi
159. We waited all our life
for this moment
Now it is gone
Washed away
no reason to believe
but I did
17/03/2018 Kochi
160. Dreams
Nothing more than false documentation of broken shit
taped together
17/03/2018 Kochi
161. Life such an anomality
My mother now a tree
My father a fencepost
My therapist a long dead saint
In India I am an American spy looking for fluent indifference
disguised as an untouchable
Life
such an anomality
18/03/2018 Kochi
162. I heard rain scream warnings of approaching storms
I put up my umbrella
floated downstream
Now I am married
still hearing those screams
18/03/2018 Kochi
163. To save energy
I set up solar panels
to construct poetry lines
It was night
Morning found me naked
with no good lines
such as these
18/03/2018 Kochi
164. Straight lines
Difficult turn into side streets
Curved essence
Watching brain cells misfiring
I knew it was you by the stagger of a straight line
Once again lost in your missteps
19/03/2018 Kochi
165. Book 6 Page. 111
I felt poetic in Kochi
in Delhi my lines are rushed
into submission
19/03/2018 Kochi
166. In preparation for the next line
I chose my font wisely
The homeless did not agree
refugees set me on fire
untouchables disowned me
The next generation refused to be born
Leaving me as the last to laugh
with only my shadow to respond
20/03/2018 Delhii
167. We took a chance on this town
got off the train
spent a night
in a cheap hotel made of slum-dweller’s dreams
to have luxury western-type dreams
There were no sub-titles
so I did not sleep
Tomorrow I will learn Hindi
dream again
go to a different town
see if dreams there make sense
22/03/2018 Solan, India
168. Rode the Himalayan Queen
Our love transcended the others who rode her
In the tunnels we embraced
Over bridges we sang
Through clouds we loved
Such a secret
the Himalayan Queen
25/03/2018 Shimla, India
169. The life I live
like scraps of torn paper
with indecipherable lines
floating over tree tops
The life I live
25/03/2018 Shimla, India
170. Book 6 Page 44
My life will never become a UNESCO Heritage Site
protected from tourists
picking at my walls
25/03/2018 Shimla, India
171. I forgot to take my camera with me
No proof today existed
25/03/2018 Shimla, India
172. I shared my political concerns with monkeys
on the ledge
they laughed
went off and fucked
leaving me with even more concerns
about world politics
25/03/2018 Shimla, India
173. There has never been a poetic hero
Rescuing thoughts from despair
Sacrificing broken prose for unrequited love
Hostage taking rhymes shackling nonsense rhythms
Slaying metaphoric refuges
Poets are fools
stripped of talent
dreaming of an audience that will be a pedestal
for their blabbering’s
26/03/2018 Shimla, India
174. Book 6 Page 127
Shimla taking my breath away
8000-feet
Not enough oxygen to inflate my dreams
I just toss and turn
through the Himalayan night
free falling
in search for one last gasp
26/03/2018 Shimla, India
175. Tigers in the forest
our neighbour has seen them
I am too busy watching TV comedy
to worry if I should become
a tiger TV-dinner
tonight
26/03/2018 Shimla, India
176. On an unsettled path
cliffs on both sides
death or death
befalls the most ardent quest
I would turn back
yet now cliffs are behind me
To venture forward the drop is even more sheer
Nowhere to turn
I surrender to the inevitable
Wake up
go and pee
27/03/2018 Shimla, India
177. Book 6 Page 134
I waited decades for your return
Now my life is most over
I refuse to understand
why the morning returns
you do not
27/03/2018 Shimla, India
178. Peaceful Himalayan space
filled with an out of place
westerner polluting traditional ancestral alley
with thoughts of alien’s souvenirs
translating lost foreign imagination
once again
28/03/2018 Shimla, India
179. I talked to shadows
they laugh in return
echoed silence
undermining forward motion
Evolution stands still
Everyone passes me by
Frozen in the past
I am 50-years younger
then I appear now
28/03/2018 Shimla, India
180. Determined to outlive my usefulness
I hid from reality
as the world came to its crazy end
28/03/2018 Shimla, India
181. To me love is a blur
I no longer try to focus on
in the haze
I call my life
28/03/2018 Shimla, India
182. Souvenirs of your love hiding in falling rain
Nourishment
Until my final breath
29/03/2018 Shimla, India
183. Freedom is being lost on a narrow
winding path
along a mountain trail
without falling
or failing if more freedom
is sought
29/03/2018 Shimla, India
184. I went to the top of the mountain
to shed my woes
Tomorrow I float away in a ball of light
though no one will know why
there are bubbles that look
like me rolling down
the mountainside
slowly bursting
in rhythm to the rising sun
29/03/2018 Shimla, India
185. Came to town for a sleep
No one stopped me along the way
asking if I could save the world
play in the band
pretend to believe
what they believed
pr make love to their women
No one stopped me
knowing I just popped in for a night’s sleep
and early tomorrow
I am off to Delhi
to do all the above
30/03/2018 Kalka, India
186. Abstract purpose
toxic landfill
easy to escape
melting moments
memories with no reason to finish
this notion
31/03/2018 Delhi, India
187. Back in Delhi
watching 22-million people stand
on their head
watching me strolling on the avenue
both feet
touching the ground
as I hop through town
31/03/2018 Delhi, India
188. The creative rich
buried the creative poor
in a most
creative way
01/04/2018 Delhi, India
In India I never could find
the noise of silence
to drown out humanity’s
constant whisper
01/04/2018 Delhi, India
190. Silhouettes dancing
to shadow’s silent song
So much magic making
in the air
01/04/2018 Delhi, India
191. My thoughts escaped me
running amok
in chaotic solitude
making me feel
so alone
01/04/2018 Delhi, India
192. Slum dwellers wearing masks
of indifference
Profiting from
tourist’s empathy
01/04/2018 Delhi, India
193. Talk of a golden temple
protests in the streets
tourists in the suburbs
(that would be us)
We live the news
television doesn’t report
How dull everyday life really is
03/04/2018 Amritsar, India
194. I know as little about this city as a distant life form
on a far away planet
nearing a galactic blackhole
knows about me
Giving rise to the thought
that knowing is not all that significant
04/04/2018 Amritsar, India
195. Visited the Golden Temple
Thousands of people trading beliefs
for self-indulgent results
The beggar at my door
Just my reflection
No light at the Golden Temple
To dissolve/resolve what I believe
And no one else dares
05/04/2018 Amritsar, India
196. On the border
party for India
Sorrow for Pakistan
Those that frown
Those who celebrate
Humanity so divided
Lucky by birth
We get to fly over all these borders
Back to having more than we need
05/04/2018 Amritsar, India
197. Everything is dying
We the living can say that
until we no longer can
Then someone else
The living
Will say that
then little
will we care
that they do
06/04/2018 Amritsar, India
198. I like to watch disaster movies
Then pretend
I am the disaster
Like god does to us
06/04/2018 Amritsar, India
199. Saw so many in need
I said you need to laugh
at yourself
Now I am in need
No one laughed
And I have forgotten how too
07/04/2018 Amritsar, India
200. I like making mistakes
Then watching the world look biblically bewildered
As she tries to fix them thematically
07/04/2018 Amritsar, India
201. Shortly after I died
I awoke
to the temporality of life
07/04/2018 Amritsar, India
202. Because of how boring peace is
Humans are constantly at war
to prevent boredom
Erupting
Conquering stale peacefulness
07/04/2018 Amritsar, India
203. On the corner watching poverty begging forgiveness
I throw out rose pedals
say good luck
I am cursed with western abundance
Making me poorer
than the decaying dead calling my name
08/04/2018 Amritsar, India
204. Survived
Others did not
We are the losers
Gone in flight
the others
To survive is to be left behind
Ask us losers
who survived
09/04/2018 Delhi, India
205. Read today
By the time I am 103-years-old
the world will be fucked
WOW
That will keep me awake
tonight
09/04/2018 Delhi, India
206. I put my dreams into a bottle
threw it into the sea
Only to be arrested
for littering
My dreams
were deemed trash
09/04/2018 Delhi, India
207. Expectations
reduced to rubble
Used the wrong building material
Yet I still received first place
winner
In the ‘shit turned to art’
category
At the cemetery of broken moments
around the corner of sorrow and ruin street
Where life is finally claimed
As the loser
09/04/2018 Delhi, India
208. I turned off every single light
still the sun shown
10/04/2018 Delhi, India
209. Lost everything
except freedom
to realise
there was nothing
to begin with
11/04/2018 Delhi, India
210. Life is too short to edit yesterday’s
Narrative
to exchange with today’s
in hopes of tomorrow’s
being worthwhile
to pass on to a future moment
Turned time inside out
Rain gathered
encircling
diversifying
haemorrhaging
Drained hope
reversed
Turned time inside
out
again
Everything back to normal
You loved me still
11/04/2018 Delhi, India
212. Last night in India
The streets are quiet
except for dogs barking
hungry neighbour’s baby crying
Rickshaw drivers yelling over beeping horns
Beggars begging
Unidentifiable screams
There is no noisy celebration to honour our departure
The streets of India
are almost quiet
12/04/2018 Delhi, India
213. When all else fails
I turn on the news
To give myself
A fright
12/04/2018 Delhi, India
214. As with any quest
I ran through the alley of my dream
looking for you
to hide morning
to keep you near
to never awaken
To never sleep
Always running
toward you
15/04/2018 Adelaide
215. I buy blank notebooks
stare at them
wondering
unlike my life
will ever
something of interest
spill onto
their pages
15/04/2018 Adelaide
216. In my dreams
villains without faces
stare into my mirror
until I give them names
Then they chase me
out to sea so I will drown
in their sorrow
and wake in their tears
with promises of a better time
if only I would refuse
to turn on the light
and reveal our emptiness
15/04/2018 Adelaide
217. So proclaimed
“theory is dead”
passing rain
continued ranting
“nothing continues”
Several misguided clouds
provided cover
But I saw
I heard
I believed
as time wilted over a valley
bleeding in sanctimonious tears
While proclamations
Went unheeded
Unheralded
Unheard
Freeing me
But not you
One more time
16/04/2018 Adelaide
We returned to normal
just as the earth
shattered into million of pieces
of rotting fruit
16/04/2018 Adelaide
219. It is so annoying
to listen to the dead’s chattering whispers
When all that I wanted to hear
was rain’s broken kisses on
such a romantic night as this
16/04/2018 Adelaide
220. Scrambled meanings
messages
Graffitied across memories
of when we kissed evening goodbye
Only to wake forever
in this darkness
17/04/2018 Adelaide
221. Camouflaged love
quickly moving away
from my centre
Leaving disguised desire
the only option
for virtual fulfillment
18/04/2018 Adelaide
222. Such strong surprised solution
Erased
Now nothing left
18/04/2018 Adelaide
223. More than seven-billion people
did not want to hold hands with me today
How lucky am I
as I trample over billions if not millions
of blades of grass
which did not feel as lucky
18/04/2018 Adelaide
224. In a disruptive digital space
I hacked into my meaningless poems
Scattering twisted metaphors
and useless rhythms collapsing into
laughing tears of fate
Misunderstood
once again
18/04/2018 Adelaide
During a less than inspirational moment
I looked into the sun
Blinding myself
to the truth
19/04/2018 Adelaide
226. Soon after the sky fell
we remembered what it was like
before
So clear
the times
Always better
than appearance revealed
Now betrayed
Nothing to blame
beyond the news
The sky has fallen
19/04/2018 Adelaide
227. I know I have changed
Not by age
Not by experience
Not by looks
This evening feels different
Wind currents
smell of life not yet lived
Clouds avoid me
My name echoes in the mist
Everything melting
into rhythmic colour
Formations
The earth is tilting
Dissolving
Disappearing
WOW
STOP
It is only me changing
morphing into an adolescent dream
I once chased away long ago
No longer me
Just a shadow
Lost in memories of you again
20/04/2018 Adelaide
I miss my dead friend
knowing he doesn’t miss me
How selfish death is
20/04/2018 Adelaide
229. Long before I walked on clouds
I danced with the rain
sang in the mist
Echoed thunder bolts
Glowed as lightning bolts
Long before now
I could do so much more
20/04/2018 Adelaide
230. In a more creative time
I painted a song
Of a dancing sculpture
Reciting an ancient poem
Which disappeared before I could dream
of you
20/04/2018 Adelaide
231. The scars of broken dreams
Lose their fragrance
Once forgiven
20/04/2018 Adelaide
232. When my son died
he took me with him
Left a shell of me
Barking in the alley
20/04/2018 Adelaide
233. I felt normal once
1946
A year before I was born
Everyone so calm
Future orientated
Excited about what comes next
No virtual ‘likes’
Everyone touching
Caring
Reaching
Then I came out
Mum could not touch me
Never felt normal
again
234. The television show hero
Rescued the abstract
As meaning died in the alley
Fortunately
commercials for non-existence
Proved engagement
Worthwhile
21/04/2018 Adelaide
235. Buried poems
rotting beneath fields of fermenting misinterpretations
with scribbly messages
Begging for forgiveness
21/04/2018 Adelaide
236. The perfect rhyme
Not rhyming in foreign languages
Creating holes
In my logic
21/04/2018 Adelaide
237. Feeling ill
Body dragging behind me
Should just push it over
Let it fall into the debris
That is my life
Medication fails me
Three months in India
I felt fine
One-week home in Adelaide
My body turns on me
A billion-people surviving in India
20-million Australia
The odds are stacked against me
Of course I am feeling ill
22/04/2018 Adelaide
238. I waited patiently for the world to end
Surely my reward will be
An alien abduction
Of me
A piece of chocolate
For me
Self-inflicted praise
By me
22/04/2018 Adelaide
239. Dishevelled reflections
My doppelganger shadow
chasing rain into the sea
Drowning us all in front of a ridiculing mob
Wanting nothing
but accepting all
Then the wind blew us away
23/04/2018 Adelaide
240. So much added
explosion
The only cure
Release
My life and the Big Bang
Similar lines of theory
Easily explain
Why I am missing you
24/04/2018 Adelaide
241. Surely there is a conflict of interest between the destruction of earth
and life there on
And a vegetarian diet
24/04/2018 Adelaide
242. As an American
I missed the irony of our love being measured
In millimetres
When I had measured
It in lightyears
24/04/2018 Adelaide
243. When my doctor said “better luck next time”
I thought he meant with the lottery
Not with next life time
Soonish
As the wind cried and threw rain darts
With lightening following
At my diseased persona
24/04/2018 Adelaide
244. In a smile-free-moment
Yesterday’s dreams
Lost in a foreign space
Found us in a random embrace
With hints of freedom attached
If only surrender
Could change this mood
In a smile-free-moment
25/04/2018 Adelaide
245. ‘OMG’
I thought looked in at what I thought was
A creative moment in a ridiculous altered
State of believing in god
After a failed mediative posture
That surely should have revealed
Some divine shit
Glowing over my chakras
But the error was not just in judgement
But also in manifestation of how lost
i always will be
26/04/2018 Adelaide
246. I fell in love with a bronze-age statue
In the museum of modern broken romance
Along the avenue of sorrow
In this broken city
I swear is not my home
Tonight I will once again proclaim my undying love for my imprisoned bronze-age statue
And hope no one catches me
Sneaking out of this nightmare dream
I have been so long
Trapped in
where the neighbours say I must belong
26/04/2018 Adelaide
247. We often forget we are no more than mutating cells
Multiplying or dividing
Yet always looking
For validation in hope
Someone will make a bestselling film or book
About our particularly pathetic mutation
26/04/2018 Adelaide
248. As with any cold cup of coffee
I put your love into the microwave and set it to forever
The power was down
Another cold night alone
27/04/2018 Adelaide
249. Changed karma narrative
Allowed us all to turn into melting
Chocolate figurines
When this life is finished
27/04/2018 Adelaide
250. Poets are scumbag idiots
Ask any whose poem
Annihilated their existence
27/04/2018 Adelaide
251. The universe began
With bad advice
And will end the way
27/04/2018 Adelaide
251. The universe began
With bad advice
And will end the same
27/04/2018 Adelaide
So many cool-people
Lined up with their social apps
Stuck on the ‘like’ button
Incubating their mindful big-data pre-robotic selves
Taking selfies
At the setting sun
Of humanity
28/04/2018 Adelaide
253. While laughing with my late-life comedian shadow
I missed the portrayal of who I have become
And the lack of an audience
Sharing in the humour
Of my divinity
28/04/2018 Adelaide
So many sinking ships to board
So little time
Life becomes
More challenging
Every day
28/04/2018 Adelaide
255. Most relationships are but annoying karmic
Bundles
Disguised until a future time
Of unexplainable karma
29/04/2018 Adelaide
256. What I enjoy about dying
Is pretending I am not
29/04/2018 Adelaide
257. Long lives the dead
The rest of us
Have shortened dreams
And hope for more
30/04/2018 Adelaide
258. Being alone is an unfortunate
Mathematical equation
That evolution abhors
And fills with odd pairings
30/04/2018 Adelaide
259. I am the only one from my past still alive
Making me wonder
Why they are all having so much fun
And I am not
30/04/2018 Adelaide
260. Always never the same
Such random
Synchronicity
So much order
Falling through
The cracks
I will be remembered
As the one to forget
01/05/2018 Adelaide
261. I painted my house today
In order to cover the past
Believing a new me
Will scare away
Haunting memories
Of when you cared
01/05/2018 Adelaide
262. Miss my woken self
And the games he played
While I slept
The day away
As a shadow
Running from a forest fire
01/05/2018 Adelaide
263. In an environmentally sympathetic moment
movement
I recycled my love
For you
Tonight alone
02/05/2018 Adelaide
264. Once I realised no one was listening
I said what I would not have proclaimed
If I had not listened to myself
02/05/2018 Adelaide
Love equals
Sorrow + hope - regret
02/05/2018 Adelaide
266. The rising sea levels
Are a fish organized conspiracy
Manifesto
Providing more space
To swim in and to diminish
Human’s domain
In a sink or swim future
02/05/2018 Adelaide
She moved into an abandoned dream
Too hard to reach
But easy to glimpse
03/05/2018 Adelaide
268. Everything packed up
Boxes piled high
Nothing left
to chance
for after I die
You will know where everything goes
Labels neatly written
“send to Terrell’s parallel universe”
03/05/2018 Adelaide
269. On a perfectly uneventful day
Such as this
There is nothing to narrate
To share
To die for
As there was yesterday
When everyone
On every social app
Proclaimed their demise
04/05/2018 Adelaide
270. Dreams falling as celebrating confetti
Covering
Our perfect party parade together
With a mist
Then the thought ended
With our life
Blankly
06/05/2018 Adelaide
271. Rearranged memories
Becoming landfill
Deleted
Contaminating futures
Forgotten
Before they happened
06/05/2018 Adelaide
272. Such an arrangement
Shuffled memories
Dreams traded
Indiscriminately
Order collapsing
Such a creative space
To dissolve into
07/05/2018 Adelaide
273. I traced your shadow
Onto the mountainside
So I would not be lost
In such a foreign place
07/05/2018 Adelaide
274. Chasing images through my mind
crashing into walls
Falling over cliffs
Swept out to sea
Melting landscapes
REBOOTING
So calm
If only this was the way it could possibly be
So solid
Lasting foundations
Frozen in time
If only control
Was possible
I would live to see
Another shitty day
08/05/2018 Adelaide
275. Whenever Australia becomes boring
I go to a New Orleans state of mind
Join a parade of jazz musicians
Shaking the town awake
08/05/2018 Adelaide
276. The earth is a comic book
On fire
With stoned superwhores
too busy
Answering their own
Sexual needs in the alley Whilst Tweeting ‘awesome’
To put it out
08/05/2018 Adelaide
277. While dealing with only one thought at a time
I died
I suppose that was the wrong thought to have
At that particular time
08/05/2018 Adelaide
278. I put on the wrong face
When I went to sleep
My dreams did not recognize me
Moved the alley I once begged in
Confusion
All night long
09/05/2018 Adelaide
279. The road to you is no longer clear
Years of neglect
Misplaced memories
Unfilled desires
Blocks my path
Reflecting only who I have become
So far
From the road to you
09/05/2018 Adelaide
280. Excited virgins
Chopping down trees
To make coffins
For those who would change
Their ways
10/05/2018 Adelaide
Rolled up today
pushed it down a hill
tomorrow ran away
10/05/2018 Adelaide
282. In an unconventional twist of fate
Fading rainbow
Mimicking love
Challenged the status quo
Freeing laughter
From the down trodden
And other clowns
10/05/2018 Adelaide
283. So much good advice on the internet
Don’t know why Jesus didn’t follow any
10/05/2018 Adelaide
284. Sand swept shifting civilizations
stands solitarily
beyond passing stranger’s visions
Clearly for my memory
Framing your final goodbye
buried deep
Yet always in view
11/05/2018 Adelaide
Thoughts of you
Little more than fancy fonts
tossed across
an out-of-focus
landscape
11/05/2018 Adelaide
286. I texted a dead long time past girlfriend
for her pumpkin soup recipe
only to be given a ticket
for texting while driving
because of a faulty recipe
11/05/2018 Adelaide
287. Esoteric secrets revealed in whispering rain
not retell able to minds in flight
or to social app spies
lurking amongst
the noise of humanity
11/05/2018 Adelaide
288. I never wanted to be the monument in this discarded park
statue on a horse
constantly starring
@ this decaying city
Rusting
Forgotten
Not even a hash tag
Another forsaken monument
@ the battle of love-lost
Sole survivor of no one gives a shit
What a reward
12/05/2018 Adelaide
289. Our team lost
others cheered
tears in beers
excited to lose
Be the fool
Billions of years of evolution
comes to this
what a joke
creation is
12/05/2018 Adelaide
290. While telling jokes
no one laughing
I fell through a blackhole
landed in a universe
where everyone ‘got me’
Now that I am back
I don’t believe me anymore
12/05/2018 Adelaide
291. We had a good life
now that we’re dead
we get to do it all over again
on the other side
of the rainbow
12/05/2018 Adelaide
292. Raw emotions
better served
than overcooked
organic
free-range
no additives
Raw is best
12/05/2018 Adelaide
293. She was an unfinished work of art
unformed molten lava
fallen dancer
broken pottery
a film star for a distant galaxy
My love for her was incomplete
Soon after I die
we will be a finished work of art
12/05/2018 Adelaide
294. I took a day off from being me
Now I don’t want to go back
13/05/2018 Adelaide
295. I never wanted to stay on the path
trees said to me
I quickly peed in panic
as the last rays of day
hindered returning home
Keeping me forever imprisoned
in this forest
Loudly laughing at me
in my darkest
solitude
13/05/2018 Adelaide
296. The past made me redundant
not future innovations
As the alarmist-losers
elite
so often beat us with
in their dire predictions
13/05/2018 Adelaide
297. WOW
I said as virgin angels
negotiated a good time with me
leaving me in bliss
and them so human
as I lay in the forest dreaming of it all
happening again
while snow fell
covering such a lustful scene
Angels and me frolicking
until death
not to be found
until the next
spring wake
14/05/2018 Adelaide
298. My ashes were cast into the wind
forming a fast-moving band of pollution
to cover the city on just another day
when the sky was blocked out
with my once-were life
14/05/2018 Adelaide
299. My frozen-on smile
melting in the noonday sun
Now everyone will see
the clown I was
before I put on my frozen-on smile
14/05/2018 Adelaide
300. They changed the actors and not the script
is why I awoke with the wrong person
anything else to say could be a lie
14/05/2018 Adelaide
301. Unravelling dreams
foreign constructed chaos intervention
Blame without merit
Faulty thinking
makes blind the fool
Destruction revolves
Deciphering dreams
melt
So much for hope
To mend us all
15/05/2018 Adelaide
302. Trying to envision tomorrow
The colours sounds smells vibrations
Lovers
magical moment’s memories yet to be
bubbled shaped
bursting open
like never ending dreams
How wonderful tomorrow
will finally be
16/05/2018 Adelaide
303. I saw my ex-wife fly by
on a broomstick
spreading nuclear despair
over a once peaceful field of mud
16/05/2018 Adelaide
Lyric eating bacteria
destroyed this poem to you
16/05/2018 Adelaide
305. Mock silence mimics spiritual bliss
as jugglers and clowns fuck in the alley
in sync with broken cherished beliefs
yet little does anyone care
but instead hides
with wants yet again
gone unheard
17/05/2018 Adelaide
306. Foreign spoken dream without subtitles
left me confused
why I was being chased by thousands
of screaming pregnant naked women
wearing hats
with my portrait
17/05/2018 Adelaide
307. Incorrect keywords
left me unfindable
in search engines
and in my alley
and by you
17/05/2018 Adelaide
308. After recalibrating my pacemaker
to speed my heart rate
I no longer could reinvent myself
in your image
18/05/2018 Adelaide
309. Morning’s lazy scent lingers long
over the decaying battlefield of night
before searching fields of dreams of love lost hope
to find once again
hope in morning’s lazy scent
18/05/2018 Adelaide
310. In the ebb and flow of galaxies’
life cycles
we inhale experience
exhale meaning
though who will be there at the end to interpret our patterns
once existing
in the ebb and flow of galaxies
will never be known
18/05/2018 Adelaide
311. Creative functionality
splinters deconstructed humans
But wait there is more
Function is swept away
constructs dissolve
nature bleeds
no one listens
we all will drown
in waves of despair
19/05/2018 Adelaide
312. In whispered secrets
morning arrival announces the end to dreaming
and beginning to action
so much to experience before today collapses
from the weight of not enough hope
to continuing to another dawn
Lock me in dreams
so I will never know
the future
is not to be
19/05/2018 Adelaide
313. Classic thoughts
Old school romance
So traditional
Some say rare
This love I have for
my aging computer
20/05/2018 Adelaide
314. Unexpected discovery
another planet past Neptune
perhaps that is where I lost my virginity
so long ago
20/05/2018 Adelaide
315. Since dying
my dreams have been much more colourful
so real
almost life-like
although still no one to share
this insight with
20/05/2018 Adelaide
316. What a waste of time
time is
it should be replaced by space
as in
‘in my life I have all the space in the world for you’
20/05/2018 Adelaide
317. I sent an email to my higher self
to text my lower self
some metaphysically enlightened shit
but a virus took over my phone
informing me I did not exist
21/05/2018 Adelaide
318. In chased thoughts
digital gaming nomads
morph into screams of broken avatars
beyond redemption
so burned-out
the world has become
21/05/2018 Adelaide
319. My post-robotic-self
colourful vapours laughing in space
no longer conscious
Merging and orbiting
Shattering particles
laughing in space
My post-robotic-self
21/05/2018 Adelaide
320. Book 6 Page 59
Falling through time
aware of 70-years gone
soon time will run out
I will evaporate
falling through space
21/05/2018 Adelaide
321. At my hospital
all that information
so much data
a research library of the defects in my body
nothing on misfirings in my mind
such a broken hospital
my body is stretched through
21/05/2018 Adelaide
322. Ancient polished feelings
dancing out-of-tune
@ the end to a rainbow
We ran away before beliefs took hold
leaving us in this trance
22/05/2018 Adelaide
323. Neighbours not understanding
Poetry falling from trees
making fences
Foreign exchanges not to believe anything said is
unsaid
non-said
post-said
Nonsense in the extreme
Examine my karma
Block me with rain
If making sense was affordable we won’t be neighbours not understanding
23/05/2018 Adelaide
324. I tackled death
to find life
sleeping in a valley
of make believe
where I live with my dreams
walled off from death evermore
23/05/2018 Adelaide
325. “long live the past”
today repeated
when evidence of much to forget
would be tomorrow’s memory of today
23/05/2018 Adelaide
326. In the core of disaster
new-thought-birth is given freedom to dance
emerging in flight as the next way to be
23/05/2018 Adelaide
327. I will be so happy when I die
no longer to dwell on what happens
when we die
23/05/2018 Adelaide
328. Strewn across time
warnings of not enough time remaining
to know what time it is
and how to fulfil it
23/05/2018 Adelaide
329. Unsure of the direction of wind
we sailed into the storm
calmly realizing
freedom is a result of turbulence
without end
23/05/2018 Adelaide
330. What I don’t understand now
will become clear tomorrow
when the world ends
and there is no one left to laugh
23/05/2018 Adelaide
331. Smoke and mirrors
Ricocheting love
Oh how fickle feelings feel
trapped by social manners
saved by no one cares
only to continue forever
victims of smoke and mirrors
24/05/2018 Adelaide
332. Beyond fortress walls
conquerors sell wisdom
to paper-doll tourists
in exchange for moment’s freedom from their birthright
no one wants
24/05/2018 Adelaide
Sent by god for humanity’s salvation
the monkey sat dejected no one knew
25/05/2018 Adelaide
334. Me not knowing between good and bad
the weeds in my garden tricked me into digging up my roses
laughing as they died
25/05/2018 Adelaide
335. After reading the Bible
can’t remember which stories are from my life
and which are from that book
25/05/2018 Adelaide
336. When I was 20
I believed at 70
I would know heaps
now at 70
I don’t know what I knew at 20
or whether I should care
25/05/2018 Adelaide
337. My dog no longer wants to be a dog
the gumtree in my yard no longer wants to be a tree
my turtle dove hates not being an eagle
I am through being a broken mirror for my neighbour to sing in front of
the earth wants to be a star
Such crazy times my dreams playout in
I no longer want to be in them
25/05/2018 Adelaide
338. Believing thinking of you would be warmth enough to melt the snow drift
I fell into
I put out my arms for an embrace
“what was he thinking”
was written on my tombstone
leaving the monument to my follies in life as a target
for children from the nearby prison to throw continuous snowballs at
forever
26/05/2018 Adelaide
339. I explained Facebook
to the tree in my yard
to prove it was paying attention
it shrivelled up and died
26/05/2018 Adelaide
I pushed creativity off the end of the pier
to create a sea-hole
so the sun
flies forth freely
26/05/2018 Adelaide
339. Seeing no end
mirages of intent gave forward motion
movement
gravitational pull
collapsing
chanted curses
all is doomed
if only there was an end
we would be free
27/05/2018 Adelaide
340. Directions on how to be
mingled with laughing naked promiscuous revelry
muddled my garden bed
with unprecedent meaning
as I replaced them all with plastic flowers
stopping neighbours complaining
about all the noise my garden once made
27/05/2018 Adelaide
341. Each day’s narrative reimaged
via fluid interpretation of visuals
without content
27/05/2018 Adelaide
342. I lit a candle to see how long I would live
rain fell
winds blew
harmonic music victimized herself
as the candle exploded
killing me before I could predict my life’s length
27/05/2018 Adelaide
343. Caught my mistake in her empty bucket
before putting up my umbrella
stopping so many falling onto me
mistake
28/05/2018 Adelaide
344. I had an inoculation
to never have another bad dream
they called it death
I sang freedom
28/05/2018 Adelaide
345. Book 6 Page 345
My question is “when I die can I take my silliness with me”
or will I be forced to be just another angel
I never wanted to be
singing praise to a god
who never believed to be me
29/05/2018 Adelaide
Sequencing patterns of pretendability
in my world
come to life
29/05/2018 Adelaide
347. Like the Big Bang
I am bursting with ideas
29/05/2018 Adelaide
348. Self-indulgence flies fast
pass past ways
engulfing
sweeping away fools
in tidal waves of how to be
We laugh
then realise betrayal by ourselves
hiding behind self-indulgence
30/05/2018 Adelaide
349. Climate change hiding in the dressing room
fearing rising tides
atmosphere of neglect
hostile audiences
staying off stage
then too late
30/05/2018 Adelaide
350. Clowns coming off conveyer belts
leading the people
why are they following wind-up conveyer-belt-clowns to their ruin
the ruins of humanity
soon no one left
to answer this question
30/05/2018 Adelaide
351. Flesh eating insects
that politicians are
Such a feed they are having
Yet no one notices
Until they have no flesh
left to eat
30/05/2018 Adelaide
352. Hanging shadows cover playful sighs
love gone strange
astray
Fading light covers mistaken tryst
Tomorrow will reveal hanging shadows
for all to run from
29/05/2018 Adelaide
353. Secret dreams
not even you know
I have them of you
giving me wearable smiles
on my journey through secret dreams
30/05/2018 Adelaide
354. Wearing ancient hero’s mask
Leaders led us to our untimely death
Still we did not grieve
our innocence lost
29/05/2018 Adelaide
355. “innocent” tattooed onto my forehead
I dashed into the flames
knowing I would reincarnate as ash and fire
on a romantic island
untouched by virgins
filled with my longing
to be anyone but me
30/05/2018 Adelaide
I am so excited about next life-time
(post-earthling rebooted)
I am writing letters to myself
sending them with rockets
landing on Mars
“Dear de-constructed former self…”
01 June/2018 Adelaide
357. Cold night air
I needed you
Hard falling rain
where are you
Mass evacuations
I was trampled by thoughts of you
01 June/2018 Adelaide
358. I became the person I never wanted to be
to protect the one I always wanted to be
hiding in the alley
performing simple magic tricks
until the world ends
and no one longer needs a messiah
to rescuse the lost
01 June/2018 Adelaide
359. Morning cast foreign angles across colourless dreams
making sketchable outlines
to be filled by tomorrow’s mistaken identity
of times long gone
02 June/2018 Adelaide
Love’s blank stares triumphs over desire
giving hope for someday more
02 June/2018 Adelaide
360. Life without distance
Just start to finish
Filled with stuff
between merging shapes
Inside formless dreams
How is this made up
So we believe
just to keep going
Life without distance
We are here
Never anywhere else
03 June/2018 Adelaide
Drowning in love
should have learned how to float
like the Titanic before the change
03 June/2018 Adelaide
362. Each night I go to sleep
leave my body
fly off to Venus
visit my other family
come back into my earth body next day
and totally forget what I did on Venus
Perhaps I should start therapy
to understand why everyone on earth
treats me like an alien
04 June/2018 Adelaide
363. I received a message on my phone
saying I would expire at 11 PM on the 7th
No name was left
Though I believe it was god
pulling a prank
No doubt the same god-virus that is plaguing our galaxy
with other failing planets like earth
to destroy this disruptive universe
04 June/2018 Adelaide
364. Separating thoughts into piles
those on that side to revisit in future
those on this side to claim never to have had
Rain began
then wind
torrents
All thoughts washed away
Is it dementor
amnesia
simple forgetfulness
I have lost all thoughts of what to think next
How free is that
05 June/2018 Adelaide
365. Shit is creativity
yet to b e explored
05 June/2018 Cobdogla Station Caravan Park, South Australia
366. Long before god went viral
creation was cool
05 June/2018 Cobdogla Station Caravan Park, South Australia
367. I watched sanity roll downhill
into rapid moving streams
out to sea
Flooding coastlines
and still the towns people say sanity is a hoax
05 June/2018 Cobdogla Station Caravan Park, South Australia
368. I love this moment
no doubt because I have forgotten all the others
06 June/2018 Adelaide
369. Book 6 Page 105
Camping in the Outback
Distant trucks
Noises
Lights
Dream shatters
I rollover
pull the night over me
protecting solitude in the Outback
07 June/2018 Cobdogla Station Caravan Park, South Australia
370. My love for you went viral
everyone else loved you too
07 June/2018 Cobdogla Station Caravan Park, South Australia
371. Constant danger
hiding
multiplying
laughing in the corners of my life
Keeping lights off so it doesn’t see me
coming
running
hiding
Constant dangers in my life
07 June/2018 Cobdogla Station Caravan Park, South Australia
372. god wrote me a poem
“fuck you”
07 June/2018 Cobdogla Station Caravan Park, South Australia
god did not create beliefs
Beliefs created gods
08 June/2018 Cobdogla Station Caravan Park, South Australia
Went to the country and western music festival
Everyone so old
Wrinkled faces
Overweight
Unhealthy looking
Grey hair
Stringy hair
No hair
I felt so out of place
Everyone was younger and better looking than me
08 June/2018 Cobdogla Station Caravan Park, South Australia
375. Life on collision course with death
Surely an accident in the making
Turning another direction
hoping it won’t see me hiding in the mist
08 June/2018 Cobdogla Station Caravan Park, South Australia
376. I took a holiday from me
now I don’t want to go back
08 June/2018 Cobdogla Station Caravan Park, South Australia
“Entertain me”
I said too afternoon sky
thunder
lightening
rain
hail
no show-ending rainbow
made me think
perhaps not to request entertainment
from evening
you will be enough
08 June/2018 Cobdogla Station Caravan Park, South Australia
378. I was so out to lunch
it was dinner time
before I realised
I was so out to lunch
09 June/2018 Cobdogla Station Caravan Park, South Australia
One day so brilliantly creative
the next dull as mud
Better off staying in bed
enjoying dream re-runs
than to block out the sun
with thoughts dull as mud
09 June/2018 Cobdogla Station Caravan Park, South Australia
380. Before there were passwords
for so many areas of life
we easily lived on stories
the building blocks of life
Today I forgot stories
I forgot passwords
I forgot how I was ending this
10 June/2018 Cobdogla Station Caravan Park, South Australia
381. The rain forgot to fall today
which was good
I forgot my umbrella too
10 June/2018 Cobdogla Station Caravan Park, South Australia
382. Back to normal
as if ever another way
could have been so out of sync
as has been
though no more now
we’re back to normal
11 June/2018 Vista, South Australia
Murray River dead trees
like all of us
Once signs of life
Until reflective shadows
became way passing strangers
remembered us by
11 June/2018 Vista, South Australia
384. Predictive change
psychic windfalls
voices tell me tomorrow
will be different
– no shit!
12 June/2018 Vista, South Australia
Chasing voices pass shadows in my mind
Alleys of madness
Walls of echoes
Slums of indifference
Valleys of sadness
Darkness the only merit
Laughter screams
Hope bleeds
Mercy is for loser
Miracles are a gambler’s con
Otherwise I have had a great day
listening to the news
12 June/2018 Vista, South Australia
386. The ghosts I see in my mirror
remind me to clean my glasses
and take painkillers
12 June/2018 Vista, South Australia
387. Cartoon figures chased away nature spirits
from my evening walking path
making me question the legitimacy
of my forward motion
12 June/2018 Vista, South Australia
388. ‘WARNING’
Love in large doses may have side-effects
results may vary from what was expected
Don’t use discretion
Love may cause problems
Love may provide solution
Love can be transferable
‘CAUTION’
Love changes without warning
Love is worth the journey
Love has no more to say
13 June/2018 Vista, South Australia
389. Life was simple and free
when it did not matter
Life is confusingly complex
now that it does
13 June/2018 Vista, South Australia
390. Inspirational creativity unstoppable in youth
becomes interpretable longings in old age
of the value of the untethered Self
splashing noisily against the background of evolution
as art
13 June/2018 Vista, South Australia
No two dreams are the same
You dance differently in each one I have
13 June/2018 Vista, South Australia
392. As the judge of my life
placed third in a group of more than seven-billion
for playing the role of me
Without looking
Though I am disappointed that first and second place
Me
died several centuries ago
Still I lost
14 June/2018 Vista, South Australia
393. Stories falling as rain
flooding the valley with misadventures
drowning all within reason
tomorrow we start again
stories falling as rain
14 June/2018 Vista, South Australia
394. People ran when the fog lifted
as shadows slipped down the mountain over desolate landscape
closing in on the fleeing
then engulfing
as once the fog had only this time with grim determination to end escape
and to create a new nothing
as if anything should any longer
make sense
14 June/2018 Vista, South Australia
395. The last thought of the day
will be the first thought of next life
if at the same instance
our last breath it shall be
14 June/2018 Vista, South Australia
396. Praise not the stranger screaming in your sleep
for she may be no more than the executioner
in your dream
that prevents you ever waking again
14 June/2018 Vista, South Australia
397. Started fine
Beginning OK
First step seemed correct
Reason was without thought
Thought
without reason
Everything to follow faded
leaving me not knowing whether I was alive
or a dream gone wrong
15 June/2018 Vista, South Australia
398. Scenes unseen
just imagined
What could be
if what was unseen
was seen
and still no one applauded
16 June/2018 Vista, South Australia
I threw creativity out the window
watched nothing much
change to neon-lit-dreams
until I threw creative out the window
just a moment ago
17 June/2018 Vista, South Australia
400. Bloody saints barking at my door
I texted the Vatican to come and collect them
before they frighten my inner child
sleeping through the new age
never to awaken again
even with the barking saints at my door
17 June/2018 Vista, South Australia
Such a bad story
None of the characters believable
Predictable
Done before
Such bad acting
Special effects sucked
I didn’t stay for the ending
Hopefully I won’t have the same dream
again tonight
18 June/2018 Vista, South Australia
402. Based on facts
recognized by mindless twits and tarts
as truths undeniable
the future crumbled right before our eyes
19 June/2018 Vista, South Australia
403. The rise and fall of humanity
is a minor story
glowing slightly
in the evolution
of our minute solar system
19 June/2018 Vista, South Australia
Now that you are dead
I miss our constant unanswerable questions
of ‘what is life’
19 June/2018 Vista, South Australia
405. Long after my mother died
she reminded me to watch where I was going
as I stumbled through life
in search of a soft landing
never to be found
19 June/2018 Vista, South Australia
406. Was I fortunate to have a front-row seat
to the downfall of my life
or should I have sat in the back
and played with my phone
as it unravelled
like all those around us
19 June/2018 Vista, South Australia
407. I extended the life-line
in my palm
with a razorblade but it didn’t work
19 June/2018 Vista, South Australia
I inhale problems
exhale solutions
as my daily aerobic exercise
Up and down shifting mountains
Elevators of life
Inhaling and exhaling
So exciting
every blurry moment is
19 June/2018 Vista, South Australia
409. In a stand-alone moment
tomorrow hid beneath a blanket
of grey-tinted clouds
in hope of never being discovered
again
20 June/2018 Vista, South Australia
409. In a stand-alone moment
tomorrow hid beneath a blanket
of grey-tinted clouds
in hope of never being discovered
again
20 June/2018 Vista, South Australia
410. In a major make-over
Shakeup
The earth moved closer to the sun
baking all humanity
into burnt ginger-bread like cookie cut-outs
Leaving no one to verify prophets claiming
‘a better-time ahead’
21 June/2018 Vista, South Australia
So many masks
So little time
How will I ever prove
I am not me
21 June/2018 Vista, South Australia
412. People like diversity in a M&M'S candy pack
But not in their neighbourhood
21 June/2018 Vista, South Australia
413. Such silliness abounds
If a serious adventure were made available
we would render it fake
and embrace puppet clowns
being their own string-pullers
so entertaining the wold has become
22 June/2018 Elwood, Melbourne, Victoria, Australia
Arriving Melbourne
such a changing city
Always different
Always rushing
into a future created on the run
Every other city
Mere reflections in raindrops
splish splosh splash
Melbourne is the pie-in-sky
all other places want to reflect
22 June/2018 Elwood, Melbourne, Victoria, Australia
413. Too many adjectives
left the royal noun mute
no other figure of speech
gave a shit
22 June/2018 Elwood, Melbourne, Victoria, Australia
414. Disappointed of ‘needs’ gone astray
not met
undefined
misinterpreted
Miscalculations amongst chaos
Hashtags laying broken in the alley
Crumpled dreams
Alien life the only hope
Then again ‘needs’
have always been the harbour
where disappointments
set sail forth from
23 June/2018 Elwood, Melbourne, Victoria, Australia
415. Contentment cries for change
to keep boredom from starving
and running naked
through inner-personal streets of want
23 June/2018 Elwood, Melbourne, Victoria, Australia
416. I try to sleep
but the movement of distant galaxies wake me
with lurid cries of collapsing stars
and the ever present black holes
munching on stupid objects
in the vastness of space
keeping me awake again tonight
23 June/2018 Elwood, Melbourne, Victoria, Australia
417. Dreams pillaged
Thoughts ravaged
Hope set ablaze
Another night of medieval carnage in my sleep
24 June/2018 Elwood, Melbourne, Victoria, Australia
418. She stole men’s hearts
and women’s imagination
So the rolling blanket of fog
covered us with magic
to the secret delight of all
24 June/2018 Elwood, Melbourne, Victoria, Australia
419. Broken promises cast into shifting winds
crashing against cliffs
only to gain flight
on their journal’s search
for survivors of broken promise
to finally be healed of their stupid beliefs
24 June/2018 Elwood, Melbourne, Victoria, Australia
420. Bleak promises indeed
Values devalued instantly
Life-style rendered useless
The acceptance of defect goes unnoticed
Thankfully we all die
Nevertheless
no point in being thankful
there is irony only in RIP
though obviously no one ever knows
if there is proof
or are we beholden to restful thinking
it could be
25 June/2018 Elwood, Melbourne, Victoria, Australia
The greatest joy of the future
is that it is not today
25 June/2018 Elwood, Melbourne, Victoria, Australia
422. The pages fell out of my book
Luckily it was the part of the narrative
that described the disintegration of life on earth
and not the last page
which merely read
‘The End’
26 June/2018 Elwood, Melbourne, Victoria, Australia
I changed my diet
to only foods I can print
on recycled dreams
Providing me all the nourishment
I need
for your sustaining sacrificial snobbish love
26 June/2018 Elwood, Melbourne, Victoria, Australia
424. I came across a cave drawing
of me
from an earlier stage of evolution
when there were fewer stars in the sky
and no one else
but the cave-dwelling-drawer
of life-on-earth
which explains why
I was smiling
all those eons ago
26 June/2018 Elwood, Melbourne, Victoria, Australia
425. We should forget that when we created god
she would become such an unreasonable pain-in-the-ass reflection
of a moment gone wrong
26 June/2018 Elwood, Melbourne, Victoria, Australia
426. The flight from Melbourne was fine
Book 6 Page 102
Clouds made silly faces as we passed through
We were cloud whisperers
Tamers of the sky
Karmic controllers
If I proclaimed to the queen
a mere few-hundred years ago
“I can fly through clouds
over land and billabongs”
I would have been burnt as a witch with my pants on fire
We are all witches
going which way we do not know
Constantly in flight
with tomorrow
almost in view
beyond these embattled clouds
26 June/2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
427. Empty mind blank stare
feelings leaking into the sewage
quickly flowing out to sea
Numb from want
Another colourless day
I must stop watching the news
or I too will have a leaky mind
28 June/2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
While bemoaning having Venus
conjunct Saturn square Jupiter
in fixed sign in angular houses
with all the misfortunes that inflicts
I was pleased to find
that the roses in my garden
had died too
Showing the wonderful synergy of life
along this path of thorns
I so easily bleed-out upon
28 June/2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
429. Remembering youthful wisdom
mostly turned to dust now
We the future then
Life so fast
Never thought all that youthful wisdom
would so clearly quickly be irrelevant
covered over by cloudy decades
in such a fundamental error of evolution
That of aging
Faster than mountains rivers and disruptive love
All dissolving before thoughts of youthful wisdom
gone viral
29 June/2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
430. I surrendered dreams
believing a trade of useless memories
would win another night of freedom
from such twisted reflection
I see looking at my past
29 June/2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
Love simply has nowhere to run
Making it easy to share
with refugees
and trapped immigrants
29 June/2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
432. Changed plans
all the next
coloured on the run
Parachutes won’t open
Condoms holed by mice
Crucifixions replaced presidential election
Need I say more why I no longer plan
30 June/2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
433. So easy to state the obvious
Too difficult to decipher
Google no longer translates meanings
So we whisper in symbols
in darkened allies
while hoping to live through
another metaphor
30 June/2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
434. Hobbled hope
hopped then hurdled
over wishful thinking
Though there was no verification of fact
30 June/2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
435. Love escaped
holiday hope shackled for ransom
though robots
no slaves to feelings like me
freed hope
leaving love to flounder and whimper
as death and dread wooed the terminally idled hope
leaving us all to wishing we too had escaped
with love
earlier on
30 June/2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
436. Painting on the wall changed in evening
Rotterdam Harbour 1800’s
filled my imagination of perhaps another life remembered
But morning Rotterdam Harbour
was replaced by Warhol’s tomato soup
No one knew why or how
Magic was involved
Explanations unexplainable
Now every morning the world is different
nonsensical events on the news
unbelievable situations
Surely this is all make believe
Tomorrow I shall wake to my painting
of Rotterdam Harbour
and not hear such silliness
as I heard today
01 July/2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
I changed curtains to cover my dream theatre from the Night Thieves
Who peddle sacred rites
in order to trick gullible neophytes
into believing my dreams are for them too
02 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
438. Easy way out
everyone falls
tripping over cliffs
never landing
because it is the easy way out
02 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
439. We split the difference between now and then
Creating a new time of hope made flesh
in a most digital fashionable
downloadable moment
Chosen by AIs for our own good
With no chance of error
as we have been making for thousands of years
without robotic messiahs
to show us the path we need
to be on for survival
03 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
440. The beauty of death
is the release
from our life of imprisonment
in these utterly terribly designed faulty bodies
that trap us from freedom
of ultimate expression
03 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
441. I cheer for the loser
as she makes my life
so much easier
to understand
03 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
442. Falling in love
with a complicated character
in a suspense novel series
is difficult to explain
to a stranger
in an elevator between
only two floors
distance
03 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
443. Noise without end
grinding of galaxies
spherical enchantment
hypnotic movement
so out of tune
to the melodies of the universe
how will we ever return
to our origins
in the cosmic centre so distant
we are no longer one
04 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
Australians have little depth
take away sports
what is left
Americans by contrast have less depth
Puppets with tattered strings
Woe is me
I am a citizen of both
with no depth at all
just a shadow
making shallow ringtones
along alligator infested swamps
04 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
445. My legacy will be
to be a scary substance
oozing out
in a virgin’s dream
04 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
Noise at my window
No doubt the wind
ready to crash through
to murder me in my sleep
04 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
447. Unable to decipher the puzzle of life
Saints all died long ago
leaving only me
to find answers in the murky seas called life
However
I laughed and went fishing for vegetarian substance
only to find life is not a puzzle
but merely chains cast upon us
so we can never be free
now that there are no more saints
05 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
Tens of billions have come and gone
more than seven billion are still hanging about
one would believe that by now at least
one would have figured out
how to make a good kale smoothie
05 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
449. With advancing age
one would think
we are getting closer
to making our final excuse
05 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
If Jesus was such a great performer
Why didn’t she ever get an Oscar
05 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
451. Sleeping
naps during day
Not due to this ridiculous aging process
Passing seventy
Requiring more naps
Like others of age
who rest to block
the boredom of age
I nap to re-enter dreams
so real
of night before
and nothing more than to escape
the randomness daytime
so faithfully offers
06 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
452. When we die every thought we ever had dissipates
Some get recycled
some fool believing
one of my inherited (stolen!)
thoughts was their original thought
Others filter out
Change
Enter broken dreams of the unworthy
No thought lives past me in full essence
Me and my thoughts
rapidly heading toward termination
What a shitty thought
06 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
I traded places with my cat
Today
My cat being me
drove off with my car
ran a stop sign
crashed into a tree
came home
traded back with me
As I tried to explain
to the police
it was my cat
not me
who caused such a stir
Another awkward day
in the suburbs
Life in the 17th century
is so difficult
07 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
454. I chose non-filtered disease-free moments
as a background
to what could have been
if I had chosen such
instead of global senility
to live my life upon
08 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
I purchased a magic carpet from a used car dealer
in an alley South of New Delhi
Maybe it was a prayer rug
woven by the profoundly holy
Whatever
Now I am stuck with an expensive camel-hair rug
that lacks magic for me
and the saints sitting on it
as it floats over the Adelaide suburbs
with only me as witness
08 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
456. In my spare time
I post laughable leading lies
on social media
for social media bots to embellish
and make salacious enticing entrapping
allusions
for capturing other bots
in the translation and execution
of my transformative lies
for all to believe
like and repost
in an exponential echo
Sharable as absolute truth
Divinely so
08 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
457. Being in love is simple
Being out of love is complex
Which is how evolution
has fooled us
once again
08 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
458. Every morning should start with a world war
in order to provide something worthwhile
to escape from by evening
Otherwise the day is spent
in a rolling series of complexity
and self-pity
due to the lacks of likes
we receive in social media
for our latest selfie
08 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
459. To change one’s lot in life
Turn life’s roulette wheel
a favourable direction
Banish turbulent winds
Become the chosen
or just get a seat on the bloody bus
would be such sweet revenge
on this trivial life
that all other successes
would pale into insignificance
09 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
We don’t choose to be born in ignorance
So why do so many choose the path of ignorance
Later in life
09 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
The next wave of evolution
Robots creating humans
as perfect pets
with no religious needs
no news needs
no needs at all
Just happily mating
eating
dancing
worshiping our robotic creators
10 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
462. Death is such a waste of time
We should spend our time
living
loving
dreaming instead
10 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
463. Book 6 Page 118
I know I shouldn’t
But I arrive at great pleasure
living shortly into the future
while watching others clamber up the hill
Choking and puffing with shocked expressions
realizing there is nothing here
which I have already ascertained
as I live a bit in the future
10 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
Exploring
Lostness
Discovered
Rescued
Cycles of life repeat
10 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
What a shame
just when I was ready to go back in time
time stood still
Threw me for a loop
Tossed me over a cliff
Splattered me in the alley
Left me for tomorrow
What a shame time still exists
11 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
As with most geometric shapes
your love had no equation
C8H11NO2+C10H12N2O+C43H66N12O12S2*
to explain the randomness
I feel for you
* (dopamine, seratonin, oxytocin)
11 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
467.Short circuited brain waves
made me idolize you
11 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
468. The art of stringing incoherent thoughts
like beads on a necklace
made him a gift to comedians everywhere
11 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
I lived a short and sad life
with sorrow being my only friend
Now looking back
from my protected
non-human world
above it all
I see everyone
has the same friend
So that life was fine after all
12 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
470. Winter in Adelaide
Cold seeps in where angels fear to tread
Not New York City cold
But the sort of cold when one’s lover leaves the door open
and no warmth behind
Pneumonia of the feelings
Slow death
with the increasing steady hand of want
Like a cold Adelaide morning
12 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
The formula for love has changed
since hunters and gathers were fulfilled
with a bite and squeeze
in a cave’s shadow
Now we must listen too
12 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
472. We lost track of the trail
winding closely between galaxies
My imagination was magnetised
Failing my quest to stay
within reach
Marooning me on this deserted
dumb-shit planet
Again
13 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
473. Book six Page 03
To stumble then recover
To crash and survive
To be lost then found
All such wonderments
I shall do it again If I awake tomorrow
13 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
474. Walking along the shore in rhythm to your heart-beat
in rhythm to waves
to the cries of seagulls
to the dreams we once shared
to the echoes of walking alone
with just thoughts of you clambering for attention
during another full moon
gone wrong
14 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
475. The universe was founded
during a period of random chaos
So why should there be any order
in our lives today
14 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
476. Another day in the life of a celebrity
added to all the other days
equalling just about nothing
Celebrity No one
Captain of a ship yet to sail
General of an army of dreams
Wordless poet
Novelist without a plot
Poster with no followers
The life of a celebrity
All so hectic
Full of no appointments
No headlines
No knowing
Mr Celebrity no one
15 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
477. Book 6 Page 98
Long before Netflix
did not make a six-season show
about me
I had a most interesting life
478. Sleep covers all ills
like smog rolling in over the bay
purification of the unjust
I get to start anew
painting destruction in rhythmic colours
even Shiva moves over for me
Then comes sleep
giving me a clean slate
to start again
16 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
I knew today would be different
when I awoke dead
With no one left to mourn
my passing
So I poisoned the city water with my corpse
so they would die too
Then the angels sang in celebration
But all I could do was smile
480. Not ready
Surprise falls easily
Shadows on my thoughts
make me feel hazy
If a door was open
I would not walk into walls so frequently
The future is clear
it is just a reflection of yesterday
and once again
I am not ready
17 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
481. In a stadium shaking performance
the band became butterflies
flying off into a mystery
no one could explain
18 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
482. It is a failure of evolution
that the most talented die young
and we are left
with the dregs of humanity
who burden us with their boring shit
for far too long
18 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
All day I worked on your website
Linking images stories testimonials awards dreams
Everything to bring you back to life
But I failed
You are still dead
Surrounded by broken links
19 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
484. I hoisted an umbrella to protect my dark thoughts
Yet a rainbow broke through
Making me appear foolish
in my nakedness once again
19 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
485. Deliberately so we once believed
before hunger filled
these random desires
deliberately
19 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
486. Measuring each step
in case I reincarnate on this same path
leading to the cliff
to go over again
19 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
3D printed love
gone viral
Available for all to delete
Nothing has changed since Hallmark
proclaimed love was real
and available in print
20 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
Not the lies we hear that affects the flow
of what should have been
But that we trick ourselves into believing them
becoming 2nd generation liars
by passing them
onto the weak in mind
who so quickly champion
the impossible made true
20 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
489. Comfort from once-were-loves
packaged memories sustainable
harvesting
always leaving
enough to sprout
for a cloudy day of reminisce
21 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
490. Poets scream
audiences snore
No wonder
the world
is so fucked up
21 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
491. Censored cosmic dust
keeping humanity from ever knowing
creation is a myth
invented by a parallel universe
to trick god
into believing
in creation
21 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
The older I become
the less real
creation becomes
We do not die
we dissolve
merging into essence of nonsense
proven by the dead already
as well as a few
who are not
21 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
493. A sombre wind blows through my dreams
each night
preparing me for the shock
of waking next day new
21 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
So many spotlights
none shining on me
so many parades
none marching for me
so many die
no one buried me
Another day of joy
21 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
495. Shortly before the curtains
closed on humanity
we celebrated our uniqueness as a species
being the last on stage
before the curtain closed
21 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
496. I have not paid attention to the news-media
for more than fifty-years
And their ignorance of me
has made creativity
Well worth the life to live
21 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
The wonderment of aging
magical thinking
first the thoughts are there
then they disappear
proving that aging
is full of magic
21 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
498. I surpassed my goal
of doing nothing
by doing nothing at all
21 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
499. Sharp was the sword
breaking love’s final stance at the gate
between stay and go
These times someday forgotten
buried in onslaughts of laugher
as only comedians will be left to comment
on how sharp the sword was
that sliced away
these tumultuous times
from our gaze
22 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
500. How many sleeps left before this sleep
is the last to wake from
When the band plays on
But we are not there to salute
When the strongest win
the race we were never in
When only our shadow
Only our echoes
Only our ashes remain
How many sleeps left
22 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
501. In my dreams I am a fool
If only I would realise that when awake
I could finally discard this mask
22 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
My body was a temple
when first we met
Now a saloon
filled with urban unrest
and quickly approaching tsunami
threatening our tropical island love
22 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
503. We paused to compromise
To fit IN
Be like them
Shared views
We the poor and humbled elite
What a mistake
Now we are all stoned
laughing together
@ what fools we are
23 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
504. The superstitious have inherited the earth
Reciting fables
of fallen saints
Leaving the rest of us with nothing to believe
23 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
505. The age of suffering is over
We ae all now goners
23 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
506. Sitting on a cloud
looking down at the people
below
Believing they have control
Until a bird flies over
and shits on them
23 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
Yesterday’s creativity
So yesterday
Creativity is an ever-expanding universe
So easy to misunderstand
Why since the Big Bang (recently)
creativity has never looked back
And tomorrow will be always
the most creative
moment
24 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
508. I inserted my dream into Google translate
which read back a dream
I never had
for free
For a subscription
Upgrade
I could choose whose dream
I wanted
as an ideal interpretation
for the dream
I did not
But should have had
24 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
Global warming
Melting my love four you
24 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
Easy to wish for more
Difficult to make it happen
I secretly believed for years
you were following me online
Then I realised you had died
so long ago
Leaving me to follow you
to nowhere to be
24 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
511. Not to mention this excuse
That your hidden wisdom
escaped my analysis
gave me pause
from declaring you a fool
But I loved you still
in a most hidden way
25 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
All my favourite musicians are dead
But their music gives me life
Their lyrics haunt my memories
Images of them dance
through my dreams
Dead musicians are best
25 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
Unable to keep up with fast evolving star-systems
god turned some into Black Holes
to prevent more souls from evolving into
whining whinging whimpering human-like-things
filled with want want want
like on Earth
25 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
Cockroaches know less about what happens after death
than humans
So we kill them
preventing them from
asking such questions
then coming up with asinine answers
Like we do
25 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
515. Random foreign excitement enlivens my solitude
Intrigue suspense mystery
no longer plagues
but liberators
to
of
such a mundane life
‘Who knew’ I said to a statue of a woman on a horse
banishing a sword
over the town square
(covered in pigeon shit)
I no longer wait for answers
The time is ripe
Magic fills my thinking
Tomorrow I will become an eagle
soaring above this troubled world
with its random foreign excitement
26 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
516. Seventy-one years old
and I am still trying to work out
how to breathe on
this planet
26 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
517. I enjoy speaking with dead people
who never mislead me
Who leave me to my own false conclusions
Who rarely roll eyes
@ my amazingly funny jokes
I am so impressed by
that I plan to act
the same when I am dead
26 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
518. A red-blood lunar eclipse
Frightening prophets
whose predictions
never come true
While we in the suburb
of some boring-quaint city
welcome the darkness
(what we were born and will die in)
to get a good night’s sleep
While the Russians hack
into our electric grid
Keeping us in darkness
for even longer than some bloody eclipse
27 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
If only Shakespeare had
had a Twitter account
His plays would have been
so much easier to follow
than your mixed messages of love
27 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
Love floats upon choppy seas
Sail away with me
during this calm
When storms brew
we will float
upon choppy seas
27 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
521. Unable to reach for the stars
I will merge with a parallel universe
and reap the rewards
27 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
Random love falling through time
Your touch melting dreams
Tasting more not enough
Eternity just began for us
Thanks for being
28 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
523. Who whistles warnings
when wild winter wins
Victims all of us
Searching for better
Settling for less
Buried once again
without warning
28 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
Changed course
Changed appearance
Changed stories
Now everyone believes me
29 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
525. Threw time out the window
still my clock chimed
I ran to the end of the world
but I did not stop there
Closed my door still I waited
for your return
29 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
526. I am not an instant person
anymore
Like the season
life so planned out
Winter through summer
Upstate New York to Honolulu
all in one day
Sometimes in one-hour
Blizzard to tropical hula
Always lost
between hot and cold
in an instant
30 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
The moment falters
Desire withers
Philosophers misinterpreted
Evolution retreats
Social Media collapses
Humanity dies out
30 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
Close to the end
new beginning within sight
Archangel orangutans
jump for oy
The conspirators missed the signs
They were tweeting the reptilians
Oh the fun these times are
filled with me-too-machine-learning
mass extinction algorithms
As for me
I am just goin’ hangout
with beatnik robots
and read poems
written in the 1950s
by anti-consumerist cool cats and me
31 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
Young people are so easy to…
So painful to watch the under fifty
Well 40 actually
Drowning in issues
we over 70 dismissed in our adolescents
Baby Boomers always were going to be
the final generation
of evolved whatevers
All those who follow
well that is their role
to follow
which is why they will need robots
before they too become 70
(smirk - like if they will)
to sort out their
non-cosmic lives
Because they can’t
31 July /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
530. After quite the search
my favourite pen found me
day-dreaming in the corner
We immediately drifted toward a rewarding reciprocal experience
But not until after quite the exploratory
reasonable (I believed) questioning of yin-yang karmic reciprocations
Contrary to what should have been exciting
STOP wait!!! Nothing
was written
My favourite pen had no ink
due to a recent protest for the invasion of Wi-Fi
into the pen’s usefulness
I was sent back to my corner
with no way to record the aftermath
of my day-dream
01 August /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
Today at the mall
a robot mistook me for another robot
and I mistook her
for my blind-date
No doubt it is time
to stop going to the mall
02 August /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
532. Next week we are going on a three-month trip to Europe
Hopefully we will not be the only ones there
Perhaps they will all be in Australia
looking for us
Won’t that be a big royal fuck-up
02 August /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
Before rain fell
windblown thoughts fell
embedded dreams fell
Daybreak seemed to herald some newness
Changed order
Direction forwarded
Appetites appeased
Now it will never be
Humanity was exterminated
moments ago
No one will ever know
we were so close
to figuring it out
Damn!
02 August /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
534. Fogged glasses Muffled hearing
your elusive touch
I may have altitude sickness at such a height
Easier to float on the clouds
than to be lost in them
We were never meant to touch the stars
Life’s quickened passage
offered no chance
to focus
Nothing more than a mixture of thoughts
dissipating with the setting sun
Never to be
When the sun rises
If it does
03 August /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
535. With more than seven-billion creative people in the world
Each wanting an audience for their masterpiece
I have decided to be content
as another war-memorial-statue
in front of the museum of lost-causes
At least until tomorrow
when I hope to do something creative
and join the other seven-billion +
looking for an audience
03 August /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
536. Such a puzzle these times are
with too many pieces not fitting in
to complete this thought
03 August /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
537. We made reservations on forever
Book 6 Page 90
sealing them into scutoids
never knowing
forever is only a moment long
04 August /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
538. Rummaging through remnants of spoiled dreams
Decluttering wastelands of memories
Junkheaps of hopes
Rusting in the age of climate change
Why me change
World deranged
I have changed
Swept away past
Easy to start fresh
Hello next life
04 August /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
So excited
excitable
exciting
Leaving
Changes
Going through doors
unknown
unknowable
Surprise
The End
04 August /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
Fake dreams
I believe them still
When I am awake
I live in them
They are my world
My world is real
therefore
my fake dreams are real too
You and I still alive
laughing together
in fake dreams
come to life
04 August /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
Everyone said goodbye
Bands played
Canons saluted
fireworks
tears and beer
Frantic wavers
Prayers good wishes
Astrologers and other freaks
praised our good fortune
Leaving the supermarket
is so draining.
05 August /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
542. Book 6 Page 78
She loved me in the shadows
Sun setting/settling over our alley
Now she is gone
Streets so empty
Desire drained
Tomorrow rings false
Wilting flowers
Share my loss
What value is of life
To fade this way
05 August /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
543. Excuses in B-Flat Minor
Out of sync so often
Such is our life of theatre
Today’s performance
especially non-sensual
Meaning melts
Purpose dissolves
Symbols misinterpreted
in some random distant moment movement
Perhaps harmony will be evoked
Now we will accept excuses in any key
06 August /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
544. To reason is for the weak
Pedestrians stranded between crosswalks
TO challenge is for the strong
Crucified without conviction
TO ignore the babble
the fool laughs
then wins the lottery
Strength by association
So easy to die laughing
06 August /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
545. 30,000 feet
Closer to you
You always were in the clouds
beyond reach
lost between
memories and dreams
encircling me
embedding me
freezing time
viral robo-tweeting my emotions
Suffocating in your unreal touch
30,000 feet
above shareability
in my ‘real-world’
once again
07 August /2018 flight Adelaide to Kuala Lumpur
546. Goodbye again
Adelaide was never my home
it is just where I buried my son
and other memories
To leave the past go back decades
decode the past
Being so high in New Orleans
flying above the clouds
on my way to London I was higher
in the 1960s on Bourbon Street
than here
then not now
Before memories died in front of me
07 August /2018 flight Adelaide to Kuala Lumpur
547. I have always been there for you
even now
whatever you need
I can give to you
Even your death fifteen years ago
cannot change
that
I will be your father until we reincarnate
in to a happier place
time
Then we once again
will be beyond memory
06 August /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
548. Flames of indifference
joy masking sorrow
I never meant what I portrayed
it was merely a test
Were you human
a robot
a mixture
The familiar
merging more all the time
I cannot tell
and if I did
who would listen
I will take a robot that is programmed to love me
unconditionally
over a wavering human
any day
won’t you
06 August /2018 Vista, Adelaide, Australia
549. Blank naked empty
Where to begin
No lines to follow
Path yet to conceive
My followers yet to be born
What should I leave the unborn
Will the deceased feel neglected
by the end of this
We will have answers
I never could have imagined
Could you
9/08/18 London UK
550. Flight mode
Reception blocking clouds
No wonder I do not believe
in angels
Nothing is laughing at my jokes
so high
in the sky
11/08/18 Utrecht, The Netherlands
551. Visited the museum today
just confirmed yesterday’s beliefs
how dumb humans were in the past
making our current dumbness
almost intelligible
12/08/18 Utrecht, The Netherlands
552. Another shaky beginning
such a mess new-starts are
Built on unstable sloppy foundations of messy pasts
Almost exciting to view the collapse of civilization
once again
12/08/18 Utrecht, The Netherlands
Angels find keeping up with social media bots
too wannabe gods self-propagating laced
having returned to
the ancient method
of terrifying us in our dreams
12/08/18 Utrecht, The Netherlands
554. I lit a candle at the end of the world
A symbol of once were times
Not a scented candle
knowing there would be no one to smell
Just a warm beckoning flame
like we once were
before the end of the world
13/08/18 Utrecht, The Netherlands
555. I like bad art
It makes good art so random
I quote poorly scribbled tweets
to hide my nonsensical poems
I chase women no one else will
because I am such a me-2 guy
(they don’t chase me either)
13/08/18 Utrecht, The Netherlands
I often stare at the sun
Wondering if I will die
From a stroke, heart-attack, cancer, accident, snake bite, murdered
Or from staring at the sun
13/08/18 Utrecht, The Netherlands
Bundles of long lost thoughts
Blowing down the street
falling into canals
sinking into fast flowing dreams
Lucky we have climate change
so these long lost thoughts
will sort-of-evaporate
Returning as cyclones, tornadoes, hurricanes
And other colourful transient disasters
Like these thoughts of you
were to begin with
13/08/18 Utrecht, The Netherlands
558. We delivered no one laughed
Farm animals
the only ones to understand
the political turmoil of when hell freezes over
14/08/18 Utrecht, The Netherlands
So many statistics
This day added to that day
Dreams divided into worthless equations
producing graphs
without meaning
Everything recorded
Charts gone viral
And we are only half-way through
The-last-days-on-earth
14/08/18 Utrecht, The Netherlands
We will finish this poem tomorrow
For now
Just pretend it is
14/08/18 Utrecht, The Netherlands
I fell off my my bike today
People gathered around
I felt old I felt frail dizzy stupid
Nothing broke
Some blood aches embarrassment
Folks speaking Dutch
Don’t understand
They me
Me them
Life’s little mishaps seem bigger when past 70
The world going faster
I am slowing down
We all fall down
And like any proper tourist
I left some DNA on a sidewalk in downtown Utrecht
today
15/08/18 Utrecht, The Netherlands
562. My tax agent died
he was 39
“passed away suddenly”
The email read
I almost deleted the letter
Thinking it was a false note
Now I am relieved
I did not delete a dead person
15/08/18 Utrecht, The Netherlands
563. 45 years ago we did not know
we would be friends on Facebook
Remembering when we were
more than friends
45-years earlier
15/08/18 Utrecht, The Netherlands
564. The past is a card trick
played by a magician’s quick hand
Fooling us into believing
The past once existed
Only we weren’t there
15/08/18 Utrecht, The Netherlands
565. Looking forward to my 90s
Only 19years to go
Stopped alcohol 15 years ago
Drugs 35 years ago
Sweets ten years ago
Mac & cheese and high carb crap three years ago
When I get to my 90s
I am going to drink lots of alcohol smoke pot take LSD
Eat sweets mac & cheese
While I enjoy being old
Fully
Though I will still be a vegetarian
16/08/18 Utrecht, The Netherlands
566. god doesn’t believe in me
Proving so by making me
Invisible
16/08/18 Utrecht, The Netherlands
567. So many diets
so many opinions
So many experts selling
What made them feel
Good at breakfast
The pay-me-2 diets
Gourmet cash finds
2/3 of the world would be happy
with food of any diet
in the “developed” countries
Well-fed eating specialists
Starve from lack of love
Good for them
17/08/18 Utrecht, The Netherlands
568. Every night I die
Go into my tomb
And rise again in the morning
Yet no one proclaims
My miracle
Except for the rooster next door crows three times
each morning announcing my return
17/08/18 Utrecht, The Netherlands
Barge on the Rhine River
Tranquillity of times past
Still the same
River an old highway
Navigated for thousands of years
Still there when civilization no longer is
Tranquillity of times past
before humans created borders, cities
problems alongside this forever flowing foreign river
18/08/18 Utrecht, The Netherlands
570. The joy of being in the midst of foreign speakers
With only me able to interpret
Their wonderful stories
Of my adventuresome life
18/08/18 Utrecht, The Netherlands
Holland in the summer
filled with warm air
and lovers floating
on clouds
And other cool shit
18/08/18 Utrecht, The Netherlands
572. I went to the pinnacle of success
Got altitude sickness
Needed oxygen
Couldn’t get any
Died before
Returning to safer ground
Lost in your dreams
again
18/08/18 Utrecht, The Netherlands
573. Hot European summer night
I would trad a night of love-making
For an evening’s coolness
Or at least a day of old-age
For a moment of youth when hot nights
Love’s wildness collided
19/08/18 Utrecht, The Netherlands
574. We live the life
When retirement morphs
Into holiday gone viral
With the hashtag
#NoLongerDreamingJustLivingFree
19/08/18 Utrecht, The Netherlands
575. We stopped watching/reading news
Now our life is clear
We are aware of our surroundings
We care for our neighbours
Family laughs with us
About our world
Their world
The world around us
We detoxed news
And fell in love
With the moment
All around us
19/08/18 Utrecht, The Netherlands
To whom it may concern
Your love toppled me
Dreams of us crumble my nights
Thorns of your unquenchable desire
still draws blood
If I knew we would have triplets
I may have stayed awhile longer
To whom it may concern
Do you remember me
20/08/18 Utrecht, The Netherlands
577. I had hoped that the times would have changed
Dylan convinced us fifty-five years ago they would
But no nothing changed
So I have given up waiting
And reluctantly accept
That the times are not changing
20/08/18 Utrecht, The Netherlands
578. If we were not so lost
Leaders would realise
They have no purpose
And we could all live in
Peace and harmony
20/08/18 Utrecht, The Netherlands
There are 5.378 billion tourists
on planet earth
The rest are too stupid
To know why they are here
20/08/18 Utrecht, The Netherlands
Google is a better spell-checker than Microsoft
It knew that you
rhymed with me
That we transcended translation
21/08/18 Utrecht, The Netherlands
581. No one noticed me so I downloaded recognition software
Robots went viral
calling me malware
I no longer am able
to recognize myself
21/08/18 Utrecht, The Netherlands
582. I had no insights today
No breakthrough thoughts
Took a holiday from meaningful thinking
The world collapsed
21/08/18 Utrecht, The Netherlands
I asked Cinderella to the dance
She too Me too He too
Now I am turned into a Halloween pumpkin
Front teeth missing
Candle gone out
Perhaps Snow White would have been
More politically correct
In these trying times
21/08/18 Utrecht, The Netherlands
584. In human-pattern-suffering
We go forth
Believing we are chosen
Supporting the Big Lie
We will be rewarded
And they will not
21/08/18 Utrecht, The Netherlands
Such wonderful news today
Wolf brought down
Sheep let free
Tomorrow
fences dissolve
Robots no longer eating sheep
22/08/18 Utrecht, The Netherlands
586. Long before the internet stole relaxation
Showers rushed us through quickly passing days
I shutdown Wi-Fi
Filled my bath with lavender and eucalyptus
Nourished my day
Found a content me
Waiting for me
Hello new world
22/08/18
587. Long before being abducted by distant galaxy aliens
I was content with simple
Cartoon quality
Non-tradable
Coupon-double bonus love
But they weren’t
Never returning for the kind of love
I required
22/08/18
588. “Who was that”
Said the rat
As the robot technicians
Spliced the President’s DNA
Into another rodent
Waving balloons
At the political party
We all had a good laugh
Tweeting “WHO WAS THAT”
All in caps
Red caps
22/08/18
589. Today was the sequel to a disaster movie
Yet to be created
With an average end of all life scenarios
Otherwise no doubt
There could be worthwhile
Stuff to look forward to
22/08/18
590. Your Facebook profile
captured your awakening moment
during prehistoric times
when fire was discovered
as a method of eradicating unwanted lovers
22/08/18
Rain on our roof
Our boat
On the River Vecht
Bouncing
Hypnotic melody
Telling me to join in
Leading me overboard
Tattooed pierced indigenous transgender mermaid
Beckoning me to follow
To drown in her love
My snoring wife wakes me
What a relief
To awaken to falling rain
23/08/18 ‘The Tugboat Anna’ de Vecht, Utrecht, Holland‘The Tugboat Anna’ de Vecht, Utrecht, Holland
592. Such a quiet life
Walled in behind a screaming screwball world
When life ends
Silence will exist
Beyond this wall too
Like your long-lost love
23/08/18 ‘The Tugboat Anna’ de Vecht, Utrecht, Holland
593. So many clever intelligent people
Solving problems
We need to create more difficulties
So everyone has a chance
To solve one
23/08/18 ‘The Tugboat Anna’ de Vecht, Utrecht, Holland
594. In an insignificant moment
Creation began
In an insignificant moment
Creation ends
Fuck insignificant moments
23/08/18 ‘The Tugboat Anna’ de Vecht, Utrecht, Holland
595. Playing with messages
None of sensible value
Meshing linking blending merging
Tuning-out fading-in
Perhaps what will emerge will be
What makes sense of who we are
23/08/18 ‘The Tugboat Anna’ de Vecht, Utrecht, Holland
596. On the news
Views of tearful refuges
At the pub loudly laughing larrikins
I change the view
Children fleeing burning bombed buildings
At the sidewalk café
Hipsters sipping turmeric cappuccinos
Discussing new social apps
Everywhere such contradictions
Not knowing where to look next
I sneak into the next moon launch
Knowing either I will escape
Or I will join
The real world
next
23/08/18 ‘The Tugboat Anna’ de Vecht, Utrecht, Holland
597. If this boat sinks while we are asleep
Will the fish laugh
When we float by
23/08/18 ‘The Tugboat Anna’ de Vecht, Utrecht, Holland
Unable to sleep
I dreamt she would be waiting for me
When I awoke
24/08/18
599. If I were 40-years younger
Would I call me elderly a bore a dying breed
A force to reckon with
Or due to being invisible
To young people
Would I trip and fall over myself
Like I do now
23/08/18 ‘The Tugboat Anna’ de Vecht, Utrecht, Holland
600. I loved the shape of her mind
And how her body
Fulfilled my intellectual fantasies
23/08/18 ‘The Tugboat Anna’ de Vecht, Utrecht, Holland
601. Fantasy is my real-world
Reality my second language
Making the shape of the wind
So easy to love
And my concubines so difficult
To please
23/08/18 ‘The Tugboat Anna’ de Vecht, Utrecht, Holland
602. The woman at the café
Reminded me of whom I would have saved first
If I was a superhero
And my life not such a disaster
23/08/18 ‘The Tugboat Anna’ de Vecht, Utrecht, Holland
603. If we were animals
Would I need to explain
Why I am humping
Your leg
In my dreams
23/08/18 ‘The Tugboat Anna’ de Vecht, Utrecht, Holland
604. I never use question marks in my writing
In fear
Of getting the wrong answer
23/08/18 ‘The Tugboat Anna’ de Vecht, Utrecht, Holland
605. From so much to say to nothing at all
No need to panic
The shop manikin wasn’t listening to begin with
Even after I promised to love her forever
she gave no response
No respect
No remorse
Tomorrow I will speak my mind
to one of those statues in front of the church
25/08/18 ‘The Tugboat Anna’ de Vecht, Utrecht, Holland
606. Such meaningful conversation
In a meaningless world
Otherwise we would
Nevertheless
Fuck it
the conversation has ended
25/08/18 ‘The Tugboat Anna’ de Vecht, Utrecht, Holland
607. I added my lovers together
Then averaged them out
Creating a single cloud
to float out to sea upon
Raining upon you
25/08/18 ‘The Tugboat Anna’ de Vecht, Utrecht, Holland
If I had not floated to the surface
I would have drowned in your love
25/08/18 ‘The Tugboat Anna’ de Vecht, Utrecht, Holland
Do to temporary insanity
I loved you for eternity
25/08/18 ‘The Tugboat Anna’ de Vecht, Utrecht, Holland
Footsteps on the stairs
Unfamiliar breathing
Foreign smells
I go further beneath the quilt
Squatters/thieves/aliens/ex-wives
An escaped circus wild animal perhaps
The door opens
It is all OK
Just an angel of the lord playing tricks on me
26/08/18 Gouda, Holland
611. We took the 18-minute train ride
From Utrecht to Gouda
At the same time
Another Big Bang in a space
Past several universes away
Started a new universe
That will wait billions of years
For someone to travel the same distance
In the same amount of time
As we did today
In the Netherlands
26/08/18 Gouda, Holland
We travel from city to city
All around the world
Always life’s routine story the same
We shop
look at museums
make You Tube videos
check how many likes
for our latest travel photos
philosophise about stuff
Rob the local bank
Have a good night sleep
And go to a new town next morning
26/08/18 Gouda, Holland
People laugh at me
Children throw stones
Dogs bark
The president sends me angry tweets
I turn off the television
No one notices me anymore
26/08/18 Gouda, Holland
614. Fragmented memories of you
Lay twisted bleeding strewn
Across the wastelands of once-were-us
Swept away shreds
In another broken dream
26/08/18 Gouda, Holland
615. Desire fills the space between you and me
From fifty-years ago
When we died
To today
27/08/18 Gouda, Holland
616. So many blank pages
Will our love ever fill them
Or should we transfer to the cloud
just to dissipate
Where foreign hackers delete us
Repeal replaces
with slimy misplaced false love
27/08/18 Gouda, Holland
617. I love this city
Famous for cheese, beer, candles and women
Who don’t want to meet me
27/08/18 Gouda, Holland
618. I thought I had discovered Gouda
But to my surprise
It was discovered long ago
They built the longest church in the Netherlands here
It fills with tourists taking selfies
with abandoned saints
They named their cheese after their town
Nobody does that
Not content with being just another European village
They burnt me at the steak
In hopes no other Americans
would come here and discover them
too
27/08/18 Gouda, Holland
619. Exhausted tourists line steps to the ancient city
All reincarnated fools from same steps
thousands of years earlier
Sold slaves believing
someday returning
higher on the wheel
than tourist on ancient city steps
Weren’t they tricked forever
28/08/18 Gouda, Holland
619. Life draining from my body
Isn’t old age a treat
Memory fading
Isn’t old age wonderful
Friends and family dead or dying
Isn’t old age fun
This stupid life almost over
Isn’t old age a treasure
28/08/18 Gouda, Holland
619. Vote for me
I will make your life fantastic
No one did
Look at your life
It is the result of not voting for me
28/08/18 Gouda, Holland
619. In the future e-cows
will farm humans
Fatten them up
Devour them
as a renewable energy source
Karmic- Renewability E-flesh
28/08/18 Gouda, Holland
619. Truth whispers so no one can destroy
Or change it
Providing truth
A chance to escape
Into dreams
28/08/18 Gouda, Holland
620. So much about technology
Changing lives rapidly
Yet nothing compares to you
The way we were
Before we buried you
Nano-charged memories
In a non-technological cloud
29/08/18 Gouda, Holland
621. Today I ate Gouda
Still the city is there
Go figure
29/08/18 Gouda, Holland
622. They put a statue of me in the town square
Several life times ago
Today I climbed the horse
They had put me on
Kissed me to breath in life
Tonight locked in this cell
Waiting for my long ago
Statue to come alive
And rescue me
29/08/18 Gouda, Holland
623. Yesterday vaporizes
Tomorrow fuzzy logic
Today just is
29/08/18 Gouda, Holland
They turned off the internet
Now my dead friends and family
No longer communicate with me
29/08/18 Gouda, Holland
I went down to the station
Looking for duty free love
Foreigners lined up
Flashing money honey smiles
I had no currency they wanted
Life's train wrecks
Smiling so pretty at the station
I think I will let the rain wash away
My unfettered desires
No one ever to know
Down at the station
31/08/2018 train to Hamburg
626. So late to my funeral
I hadn't realized
I had died.
31/08 train to Hamburg from Gouda
627. No matter what world events
Nothing can take away
The good times we had
Now minus then
Will never equal this
Secrets never revealed
Always glowing
31/08 train to Hamburg from Gouda
628. I read foreign language books
Upside down
Knowing the story
Still will not make sense
31/08 train to Hamburg from Gouda
629. 25 years ago we rode this countryside
I close my eyes
We still are
15 years ago
When you died
I evacuated these thieving thoughts
Today I welcomed them back into my life
Like I do you
15 years after you died
30/08 train to Hamburg from Gouda
630. Another hotel room
Who does what in these
My bags unpacked
So many cities spread on the floor
Voices next door
Foreign language television is too loud
Are the gun shots from the street
The neighbour’s TV
Or an errant ex-wife looking for me under the bed
My home is a composite hotel room
Fading like life itself
With nowhere quite my home
30/08/18
629. Out of control
so much static
Peace and love left town long ago
The last sound to be heard
a soft squeak
As the earth explodes
finally
31/08/18 Hamburg
630. I searched so far for you
All I could find
was a duplicate bot
sleeping in a virtual alley
then deleted by gamer
trolling my higher self
at the expense of my atheistic beliefs
while Neptune squared Mercury in my final
moments of disbelief
31/08/18 Hamburg
631. Rebuilt city for the grandchildren of whom this place
was destroyed
looking so cool in cafes
and upon these rebuilt streets
Never thinking
how daily-close
we all are
to have it all happen again
31/08/18 Hamburg
So quick it all disappears
Blur of time
Fading thoughts
Decades of Germany changes
Blended pasts
Outside my window
period changing beliefs
Music/Art/Graffiti/Lovers
History always making
quickly disappearing
Imagination only witness of it all
01/09/18 ICE train to Berlin
633. My first impression of Berlin
Is that I am too tired
To have one
If I should sleep a night
Perhaps tomorrow
I will have one
If not
Then it shall be too late
To have one
01/09/18 Berlin
634. September is starting slowly
Berlin history step by step
This city no longer crawls
And like us
rushes toward a future
Unimaginable only moments ago
02/09/18 Berlin
635. Like the Big Bang
Berlin erupted into space
with all the right elements to be the centre
of a universe gone mad
a creative splatter never to be define
yet so malleable
we all get a chance to reshape the moment
in our own image
02/09/18 Berlin
636. The beauty of being old is not to exist
when the shit hits the fan
And these problems our generation created
Are no longer our problems
But theirs
02/09/18 Berlin
637. Decided to take a routine break
Exploded reason
Labelled consequences concentrated coincidences
Broke apart the long game
Learning to live shattered illusion
by focusing on this random
routine break
03/09/18 Berlin
638. Another hot sticky night in Berlin
Looking for all the cool people
to disrupt climate change
and give us a change we can stick to
02/09/18 Berlin
639. Refugees all of us
Ploughing fields
Sowing futures
Surrendering harvests
Love in vein
Sacrifice ignored
Tomorrow and every day after more refugees
No end until the world does
Then no one left to know
we were never more
than refugees
looking
wanting
never having
04/09/18 Berlin
640. I was born fifty-years too early meaning
as a twenty-one-year-old
I have yet not formulated
how to be
New life trapped
in an old shell
Shattering across
a youthful mirage
04/09/18 Berlin
641. Millions died
before thousands arrived
taking selfies
Saying how sad it all was
then rushing off to the next artificial attraction
and more selfies to post
Showing how deeply we feel
About memories
to yesterday’s deaths
04/09/18 Berlin
642. I speak English
No one understands
I took out my credit card
Everyone rushed forward
understanding
04/09/18 Berlin
643. Clouds full of rain
No rainbow in sight
Reminds me of when you went away
I stayed
Covered by clouds full of rain
04/09/18 Berlin
I found a flaw in creation
Who to tell
What to do
Should I ignore it
Tell unconcerned others
Laugh it off
Or cover it with spray paint
No I shall do nothing
Do you see it too
05/09/18 Berlin
Life in a fictitious bubble
All those strangers outside
waving frantically
Chasing balloons
anxiety plagued
denial whispers
never understanding our laughter
inside this fictitious bubble
our life gone mad
05/09/18 Berlin
646. Everyday such an adventure
If we had died earlier such adventures would never be
If we had spent the day on our phone no adventure would be
If we had slept time away adventures would have passed
Death, phones, sleep
All preventing adventures
In the noonday sun
05/09/18 Berlin
647. Her soft touch in my dream
reminded me once life was not so harsh
The road not so bumpy
Future so playful
Love sustainable
Laughter normal
Satisfaction so easy
When her soft touch
was more than in a dream
05/09/18 Berlin
648. It is often too much
Too little
Too high
Too low
Two too
Sometimes just enough
You and I escaping at the perfect time
05/09/18 Berlin
649. Broken patterns melting upon a motionless horizon
Your translation whispers pushing me over the edge
If I had not woken
Tomorrow’s promises of change
would have left me
Broken patterns melting
Fulfilling your prophecy
That I would never accomplish much
06/09/18 Berlin
So easy to pretend greatness
was not my calling
When in fact it never was
06/09/18 Berlin
651. Life in my attic
amongst other people’s treasures
I don’t belong here
This space where saints exhale unnatural beliefs
I suppose I should stay here
Write a self-help book
guiding self-destructive losers
toward the attic window
Where they can jump out of
Landing in rubbish twenty-stories below
And escape my life in this attic
06/09/18 Berlin
652. People in Berlin
don’t act like people in Adelaide
Probably the distance is too great
For them to be so boring
06/09/18 Berlin
I tattooed my mum’s face on my arm
so if she reincarnates
she will remember
what she looked like
06/09/18 Berlin
654. If I die in my sleep
it will be due to being unable
to escape from within
my murderous dream
06/09/18 Berlin
655. I promised Berlin a poem
to elevate it beyond
mythical mystical mystery
and this is it
06/09/18 Berlin
656. So many poor people
not realizing they have risen
from the death of rich people’s crumbs
as birds of prey
screaming into sanctimonious winds
06/09/18 Berlin
657. My gift to the world
‘not letting on that I exist’
Giving them one less item to worry about
and to ask forgiveness for
06/09/18 Berlin
658. Lost concentration
Focus
Pin point problems
Scattered voices
Rearranging conversations in my head
Surely there are other distractions
than laying in the park
looking at stars
wondering if I could exist somewhere
that makes sense
07/09/18 Berlin
659. The party next door
keeps me awake
interfering with my dream entrance
because they are laughing
Singing
Hollering
in a foreign language
in this foreign country
And I have only ever dreamt in English
07/09/18 Berlin
660. When I was a naked dancing clown
in the circus
the world was such a glorious space
Now I run through the sewers
of ancient cities
where my audience is only crumbling artefacts
of a world where I once belonged
The circus is no more
The world no longer naked
Clowns are fake news
And so am I
08/09/18 Berlin
“Beware of the closing doors”
The male southern accented voice announces
on New York City subways
And I am
When she closed the doors so long ago
with her melting Southern Voice
evaporating in the evening wind
I believed the doors with her entrance
would be again
They never were
But tonight I heard her voice
mingled with a distant wind
Making me aware of those closing doors
08/09/18 Berlin
662. I am progressing with my life
Whereas I once sat and watched the grass grow
I now look at my skin
Seeing texture changes
Age spots multiplying
Wrinkles like road maps of a well-worn life
Increasing
The colourless life like skin
responding to so many passing decades
Rushing to a final zero equation
08/09/18 Berlin
663. We give meaning to life
By picking flowers
And sticking them
Up our nose
08/09/18 Berlin
664. She smiled to me in German
I Googled for a proper response
Why is life so confusing
08/09/18 Berlin
665. “What is the matter”
Several endangered species twitted
Knowing to say more would lead to misinterpretation
It goes without saying that species evolve
Into non-species
Ask anyone who no longer cares
Humans will evolve into floating particles
Once the planet is blown to smithereens
Nothing is to matter
Watch the news
And agree with me
09/09/18 Berlin
What a full day of impressions
Tiled across my consciousness
This child looking at a terrorist’s attack memorial in Berlin
Plus so many other memorials I saw this week
A city of memorials
Tomorrow we will pick more flowers
Light more candles
Be happy for life in Berlin
And that we are not a memorial
09/09/18 Berlin
Each country I go to changes me a bit
Aging is fun
I am old and young in the same instance
That is how each country
Changes me
09/09/18 Berlin
668. In the bombed-out castle of love
I surrender
Now is the time to make a monument of me
Or at least a fridge magnet made in China
Sold in souvenir shops
anywhere
09/09/18 Berlin
669. Finally at the intersection
Directions aborted
Maps antiquated
GPS signal lost
Stars a no-show
So I spend my life at the intersection
Going nowhere
Fast
If someone were to join me
We would go nowhere together
quicker
10/09/18 Berlin
670. The problem with being so tall
My head always in the clouds
Though if I were taller
I would be above the clouds
Shorter they would rain upon me
Being me has
So many benefits
10/09/18 Berlin
671. So many people writing books
I have no time left to read their tweets
Reading all their books all day
10/09/18 Berlin
I have lived my life as a comic book character
until they made that Netflix series
Distorting the realism of my character
Now I am no longer the comic book character
I was meant to be
10/09/18 Berlin
673. I changed my perspective
to shield my surroundings
Sadness of people in the streets
Knowing now with my new perspective
that they are merely actors
performing roles of sad lives
After their skit
they will return to their star-studded luxury glorious lives
and pity me
10/09/18 Berlin
674. My wife and I are a rarity
in these times of robotic relationships
Machine-learning
Such a museum piece we are
10/09/18 Berlin
675. The astrologer told me
that by sending fifty euros
I would have a lot of luck and prosperity
I deleted the email
Which saved me money
How lucky is that
10/09/18 Berlin
675. The astrologer told me
that by sending fifty euros
I would have a lot of luck and prosperity
I deleted the email
Which saved me money
How lucky is that
10/09/18 Berlin674.
676. We live in a dangerous area
In dangerous times
With dangerous thoughts
If we shall wake tomorrow
new dangers will arrive
survive
arise
“Death is the only safety”
This is what the dead tell me
in my dangerous dreams
11/09/18 Berlin
677. Such suitable situations
We fit right in
No pretending intended
Anymore enquiries
would find us unnaturally out-of-focus
then we would not fit in
11/09/18 Berlin
So much fun being alive
being dead could be more fun
Fun is so suggestive
subjective
often neglected
No one tells me if being dead is fun
My best friends were fun
They are now dead
Don’t know if they’re still having fun
Perhaps when I am dead
I will have fun with them
We will keep it a secret
11/09/18 Berlin
I have lost the desire to fly
Now I stand on this monument
Flapping my arms
With nowhere to go
11/09/18 Berlin
680. So many good-looking people
Evolution has done well
slow changes
better results
gene refinements
The thinking is shit
But so many good-looking people
Replacing us overly-smart ugly old farts
12/09/18 Berlin
681. Talk of revolution
I would rather read a book
Talk of tremendous change
I would rather take my afternoon nap
Talk of a new direction for humanity
I would rather die of old-age peacefully
12/09/18 Berlin
682. Instead of art shows
I watch the sun setting
Morning rising
Instead of museums
I look at people in the streets
Instead of monument observing
I wave to myself in the mirror
There is no reason to go out
Cities have nothing to offer
Maybe ruins will do it for me
I will take a selfie of a ruined me
Call it art
Put it into an art gallery
Or maybe a museum
Or make a monument of such a momentous occasion
Me still being alive
12/09/18 Berlin
683. A planet of talented people
I am the only one left
As audience
To ‘like’
What everyone else has done
12/09/18 Berlin
684. Gasping for alternatives
This way no longer effective
Cave-drawings tens of thousands of years ago
looked for alternatives
If they had had the internet 40-thousand years ago
we would be robots
in a different galaxy by now
But no!
We are just dumbshits without a clue
13/09/18 Berlin
685. Chasing action-hero-shadows
through my dreams in a foreign language
If I could have traced the movement
of her smile
without awaking
today would have been more interesting
13/09/18 Berlin
How fortunate we are
to never have known war
To have enough to be fat
To have homes
To have parties
To go dancing
To be entertained
Medical patches whenever we have a bruise
Freedoms others only imagine
How fortunate we are to be numb
to the suffering
of the rest of the world
13/09/18 Berlin
687. We loved on the beach
in the sand
waves crashing upon the shores
as the hurricane swept through the front room
on the television
in the distance
13/09/18 Berlin
688. Those going from nothing to something
sometimes go back to nothing
I lived my life in the middle
And died of boredom
14/09/18 Berlin
689. While micro-targeting galaxies
in the eastern suburbs of a distant galaxy
and unblocking massive areas of my brain
I was able to influence
The Cosmic Mind
into leaving me alone
14/09/18 Berlin
690. The incoherency of my dreams
makes the incoherency of my life
coherent
14/09/18 Berlin
691. For tonight’s magic trick
I will make the sun disappear
And if you pay me and pray
I will make it reappear tomorrow
or the day after
such is the level of my magic
14/09/18 Berlin
692. Cave people had the same issues
Tens-of-thousands of years ago as we do now
Methods change
Manners stay the same
We all fall down
14/09/18 Berlin
693. The future is an ever-expanding balloon
ready to burst
While our leaders
hypnotize us into believing
it won’t
14/09/18 Berlin
694. In times of trickery
we are all circus animals
not knowing our performance
the audience
the end game
or reason
These trickery times
keeps us happily anesthetized and under control
15/09/18 Berlin
We went to the museum of mean-people-past
as tourists of mean-people’s lives
All those deeds on display
I took photos
capturing bad stuff in other’s photos
Hitler, Stalin, so many others
Angels we have heard on high
We left the museum
wondering if someday
there will be photos of us
being tortured
in some tourist infested museum
15/09/18 Berlin
696. History teaches us
that no matter what we do today
it will be history tomorrow
15/09/18 Berlin
The goal which supersedes all other goals
is to get older
All other goals pale into insignificance
15/09/18 Berlin
698. I love my creativity for today
that makes everything I did before
child’s play
Just preparation experiments
for my grand creativity of tomorrow
15/09/18 Berlin
Your love was a high-powered rocket
crashing on lift off
Leaving me
Glowing Cinders
in the smoking aftermath
of your explosive love
15/09/18 Berlin
700. Birds crashing into their reflection
in shiny windows
remind me of our president
as the feathers
float to the ground
15/09/18 Berlin
Your scrambled love
entangled me in inescapable dreams
until I heard the rain
waking me to the fun-fact
that I was only dreaming
15/09/18 Berlin
702. While trying to sound high-minded
I tweeted how great I am
proving I am high
and mindless
16/09/18 Berlin
703. Peaceful ride through forests
as if life would continue like that
When roads lead to cities
Noisy children
Noisy adults
Noisy nature
Noisy poets
with nothing to say
lined up waiting to be shot
by the Thought Police
who see peaceful riders as anarchist
to be eliminated
before anyone is poisoned
by such liberal leaning new-age-robots
16/09/18 Berlin
704. Cave drawings have lasted tens of thousands of years
Internet postings even longer
Cave drawings were a series of lies
painted on walls of caves
hiding behind flaky hashtags
Internet postings are the musings of highly intelligent fact quoting supernatural beings
giving guidance for future generations and material for comedians
16/09/18 Berlin
705. Do not sue me for copyright
every word I use
comes straight from the dictionary
except for a few misspelt words
and non-grammatical sentence structures
collapsing in panic
at the first interjection in sight
16/09/18 Berlin
706. Every morning in my conversation
I pretend you are still alive
Do you do the same about me
Now that I no longer can hear your whispers
17/09/18 Berlin
707. My biggest thrill in being alive
is dreaming of you
before I awake
to realize you died so long ago
17/09/18 Berlin
708. Her echoing stilettos on the cobblestone street
outside my bedroom chamber
woke me to the fact she was just passing by
leaving me in tatters
for never having had a chance
to see if she was the fantasy I imagined
17/09/18 Berlin
Her echoing stilettos on the cobblestone street
outside my bedroom chamber
woke me to the fact she was just passing by
leaving me in tatters
for never having had a chance
to see if she was the manifestation
of the fantasy I imagined
17/09/18 Berlin
709. Quick the night crashes
Animals hide
Lovers run
Politicians pass laws
@ the end of the day
We are all fucked
17/09/18 Berlin
710. Technology will never replace your touch
waking me from blaring sounds
of techno-music
shattering my dreams
within my dreams
and of course there is always a but
But…
Technology has already replaced
how to end this poem
that was never a poem
by deleting you
and the necessity for your touch
17/09/18 Berlin
711. My family and friends died
leaving behind
a shit-hole planet
to clean up by myself
17/09/18 Berlin
712. I tossed my Facebook page into the canal
where it sank
Several alternative mermaids hacked into it
making me look stupid
once again
in my drowned Facebook page
17/09/18 Berlin
The new yoga of patience
Waiting for you
To reincarnate
714. Such preparation for future results
and still with the slightest error
gravity turns us into a moron
crushing us against all odds
18/09/18 Berlin
715. In Potsdam
Truman Stalin Churchill
left us with an eight Ural entrance fee
to see what they saw a
and all we saw were busloads
of foreign speaking tourist-spies
taking selfies
unaware the price paid
for their freedom
seventy-three years ago
18/09/18 Berlin
Thirty-years ago we would have been behind enemy lines
maybe shot for our mistake
today in the former Eastern Sector
we were fined sixty Euros
for not validating our train ticket
My my how far Germany has come
18/09/18 Berlin
717. Old age with failing memory
I remember being together half a century ago
So playfully laughing in love
I don’t recall why we stopped
Failing memory is so good
when all that is remembered
are the playfully laughing times
18/09/18 Berlin
What I like about being senile
is not knowing why I am standing naked
at the train station
with people throwing flowers at me
and whistling old Dylan songs
18/09/18 Berlin
719. Poisoned by your love
has been a better outcome
than being poisoned by today’s news
19/09/18 Berlin
It takes less energy
to be a fool
than to pretend
to not be one
19/09/18 Berlin
721. Consequential laughs
So long ago
Beatniks writing poems
on mouldy walls
Lower East Side NYC
Before cool cats died
Hippies protested
Rappers bleated
Gentrification crushed creativity
so long ago
when we were hip
Few left to remember
even less to care
what a homogenized world you inherited
19/09/18 Berlin
I love being in my 70s
All those decades I knew
Some just so great
I liked the 1960s and 1970s best
Each decade after gets stupider
All you young people
too bad you didn’t get to know
how cool the world once was
before you became covered in ashes
19/09/18 Berlin
723. The life of the mystic
full of debris
time we gave those fools
a kick in the ass
19/09/18 Berlin
724. When I was pretentious novice
Hope appeared to be a magic want
Now I know it was just a cattle prod
Herding us all to the slaughter
19/09/18 Berlin
725. I misread the angels body language
in such a
me too
she too
he too
and the others looking for action moment
I no longer hear the angelical xmas singing hosts
nor will they sleep with me at night
Such is the burdens of an atheist
misreading angel’s body language
20/09/18 Berlin
My beliefs are crap
Within an hour of awaking
I have already talked myself out of them
20/09/18 Berlin
727. While reading sacred texts at the comic book convention
I had an epiphany
that none of this is real
but I loved her still
The hero of my convictions
dissolving into my dying breath
20/09/18 Berlin
728. You ae the only one I have ever told
But
Recently when I was playing cards with several high-powered saints
I knew that they were cheating
But because they were already dead
I did not do much about it
Accept to trick them into believing
That my poker face was for real
20/09/18 Berlin
729. I like the way wild lovers
gallop through my dream’s doors
toward my naked unconditional surrender
I saw the change in your smile
when I awoke this morning
changing into a setting sun
How will I ever make it
through another day
of changing importance
21/09/18 Berlin
731. Loose pages floating through the alley
Global warming thawing love’s mountainous glaciers
Whispered secrets overwriting rambling tweets
Too many abrupt changes
Silence drowning prophets
Life’s observations are plentiful
21/09/18 Berlin
732. Life’s formulas dissolving in the rain
We have entered the time of evolution
flying by the seat-of-the-pants
routine formula
Making-it-up-on-the-fly evolution
for beginners and seasonally evolved beings alike
21/09/18 Berlin
733. The future of chance
dosed by reason
leaving us in smouldering ruins
of what should have been
21/09/18 Berlin
734. Wisdom of the past is wisdom for the past
Wisdom for the future will be narrative code
produced by robots
and programmed into a future generation
of robotic gods creating perfection
FINALLY
21/09/18 Berlin
735. Aches and pains of old age are fascinating
Aches and pains of my youth
were masked by drugs sex rock and roll religious beliefs
Mask free pain is good
736. Remember the twists and turns
Winding through life’s amazing maze
turning them inside out
reversing
upside down
reflective rewinds
watching for the familiar
in life’s twists and turns
to remember the way back home to you
22/09/18 Berlin
737. Went out to experience Oktoberfest
everyone singing drinking dancing vomiting
I couldn’t join in
it was still September
22/09/18 Berlin
738. I rode my bike to the moon and back
Kinda pleased with the journey
My hypothesis of it being the land of milk and honey
was wrong
void of common sense
Tonight I ride to the pub
See if I can go higher
23/09/18 Berlin
739. Thoughts are strange
If we didn’t have any
We won’t know
How strange they are
23/09/18 Berlin
740. Every moment is a gamble
If only the other had been chosen
what difference life could have been
23/09/18 Berlin
741. I was talking with my dead friend
while riding my bike today
Didn’t see the bus in my path
Now I am talking with my dead friend
all the time
23/09/18 Berlin
742. I love being retired
Provides me more time to rob banks
Steal neighbour’s wives
Drive racing cars
through shopping centres
and take my fish for a walk
23/09/18 Berlin
743. The ‘no sex during a tornado’ warning flashed crimson
as the storm approached
Providing closure for what could have been
If you had not left me in the alley
without your clothes
23/09/18 Berlin
744. So many complain of being puppets
without imagining what it would be like
if our strings were cut
and we floated into space
23/09/18 Berlin
745. No one put flowers upon my grave
which is fine with me
as I am not dead yet
23/09/18 Berlin
746. What is common between Trump and a dog
They both have someone
Cleaning up the shit
They leave behind
23/09/18 Berlin
747. I wish I were a politician rather than a hobo
Then I would pay a lobbyist
to sing at my funeral
23/09/18 Berlin
748. The earth went around the sun
71 times since my birth
and yet I still don’t know why
23/09/18 Berlin
749. After putting on noise-cancelling headphones
I still heard angels laughingly saying
I do not exist
24/09/18 Berlin
750. Dreams wasted on the ordinary
Let them scream as night grasps them
Darkness of the soul scares believers
Ridiculous karma enables the weak
Ancient gibberish
Esoteric secrets
I live in the shadows
free of the masters’
welcoming death as the final solution
24/09/18 Berlin
751. Potsdam Plaza
Filled with souvenirs trinkets troubled sobbing tourists
replacing once-were horrors with tourist’s own troubles
Nazi’s "Thousand-Year Reich"
We are all dying anyway
with the next wave of future tourists never knowing we were here
24/09/18 Berlin
752. Watching this current batch of 20/30 year olds
go through the rituals of growing older
never maturing
Such a cosmic joke as the finale
to life on Earth
24/09/18 Berlin
753. So many posting positive little ditties
worn-thin phrases
in hopes that they will appear enlightened
in their uninhabitable universe
that has already rusted
turned to ruin
trapped behind
once were liveable aphorisms
24/09/18 Berlin
I am so gullible
that I gave the elderly man in the mirror
a Euro to get coffee and a shave
Not realizing it is 2018
and those cost much more
now that the rain has stopped
and I have forgotten my name
24/09/18 Berlin
Just a pause
Such a cause
Giving prayers for the dying
laying in the street
before going off in my Cadillac
is such a noble endeavour
I feel good
they are t00 sick to care
I did all I could
Offering them a prayer
in my Cadillac
25/09/18 Berlin
756. I visited an 800-year old village
Walls still there
Church still there
Thoughts of the day back then still there
Those people never imaging the likes of me
posting photos of their trip
My mindless friend to be jealous I am
traveling in a foreign place retired
They are stuck making a living
Just like the people
800-years ago
25/09/18 Berlin
757. I used to believe in the influence of the planets and stars on my every move
Now I look at them
Stuck in the sky
And feel sorry that they no longer
have any influence on me
anymore
25/09/18 Berlin
758. As with any post-sensible artist-poet-conman
I throw words at abstract narratives
Leaving meaning crippled
Crumbled crumpled
Broken
Framing all reasonable resistance to be categorized
in this age of artistic-nothingness
25/09/18 Berlin
759. She befriended me in a most unusual digital manner
Morphing my identity
Into an abstract comical viral way
Then whispering her desire for me
to become her hacked in lover
for a moment
then deleting me
in her post-social-media way
25/09/18 Berlin
760. Love evolves faster than humans
Blinding all to our folly
25/09/18 Berlin
761. Tomorrow I will reincarnate
into my lover’s soup
leaving any chance
for interpretation
to go without saying
25/09/18 Berlin
762. Humans have been experimenting with beliefs
for millions of years
one would think
one of them
have proven useful by now
25/09/18 Berlin
762. Humans have been experimenting with beliefs
for millions of years
one would think
one of them
have proven useful by now
25/09/18 Berlin
763. Secret thoughts never revealed
always festering
exploding blemishes no one sees
Easier for a chicken to act like a rooster
A lamb to roar like a lion
My goldfish to be a shark
than it is for me to reveal
these secret thoughts
gnawing away
hidden from view
even from myself
26/09/18 Berlin
764. Everyday so full of fun
being a convict on the run
viewing my treasures in the sun
so good all to say is done
26/09/18 Berlin
765. Nice people stop evolution
in its tracks
they’re a falling failing fuckup
keeping the species
at a stand still
26/09/18 Berlin
766. I often wonder what the last thought I will have will be
before I die
Whether I will laugh
Will I die laughing
Will I laugh after I die
wondering if I am dead yet
and why is it I am laughing
26/09/18 Berlin
767. What I like about texting
is that I don’t get ink on the sheets
when I write
26/09/18 Berlin
768. Those neon-glitter dreams
keep destiny from actualization
so corrupt is our self-talk
not even not even
ends the narrative
as we fade into marshmallow history
26/09/18 Berlin
769. Deep in the murky muddy muddled depths
mermaids long for me to end my life
so I can fulfil my destiny
and be the man I was meant to be
in the murky muddled depths I live my life
26/09/18 Berlin
770. Controlled fantasies
keeps love
in a bubble from bursting
27/09/18 Berlin
771. Sitting on the train
sketching abstract dreams
goin’ frame
then hang them
over my fireplace
with all my other dreams
coming true
while I am away
27/09/18 Berlin
772. I often agree
gives me time to think about lassoing cattle
upon the prairie
and frying tofu with the guys over a campfire
At the same time
my wife believes I am agreeing
back home with all she has to say
27/09/18 Berlin
773. Before the circus ran off
and followed me
life was the usual da-to-day routine
most people know
Before the circus follow them
Like it did me
27/09/18 Berlin
774. I had the most unusual moment in Berlin
when one of the horses atop of the Brandenburg Gate
asked me to feed her a bag of injustice
just for memories sake
27/09/18 Berlin
775. I took time out to reinvent myself
Ten minutes later
I was finished
28/09/18 Berlin
776. A strong wind swept through a discarded dream
scattering remains categorically
through an era of renunciation
28/09/18 Berlin
777. Urban hipsters gathering in their youthful trendy ways
Until they see me
a post-seventy-year-old
identifying with their street art graffiti-tattooing-piercing-rapping-antiestablishment motif
Then they run for shelter
escaping trending me
28/09/18 Berlin
778. Reunification is so boring
Everyone eating the same fast foods
Wearing the same sweatshop factory made rags
Speaking the same language
Embracing the same useless values
Mass-produced comedians telling the same jokes
Death to the individuals
Humanity has become a single-cell blob
oozing across a colourless landscape
28/09/18 Berlin
779. In Berlin today
I practiced my German
No one understood my German
learned several life-times ago
Which reflects society’s ignorance of
middle ages languages
28/09/18 Berlin
780. Due to my displeasure with the USA’s political direction
I have decided to reincarnate in Berlin
sometime after 2100
giving this place time to progress and me time
to dead-chill
28/09/18 Berlin
781. I traded my sense of self-worth
for a box of chocolates
Melted in the Sun
Covered by ants
Swept away by street sweepers
Chocolate memories
all that I have
28/09/18 Berlin
782. Laughing clouds making fun of me again
I will dig a tunnel
so they won’t see me
Here I am mending the world
and all the clouds can do
is make jokes about me
29/09/18 Berlin
783. When we die we evaporate
Coming back
Falling rain
on the seed
of who we will be
when we reincarnate
Isn’t dying excruciatingly exciting
28/909/18 Berlin
I rode my cow into town
to get a bucket of milk
The gay cowboys gave me a queer look
then graffitied my cow
I think I went to the wrong side of town
29/09/18 Berlin
785. If only we could trade our clown-president
for a used car
we could take it to the salvage yard
and have a good country once again
29/09/18 Berlin
786. god wrote the bible
as a graduation celebratory greeting
for alien-robots to code humour
into their mainframe
before annihilating the earth
29/09/18 Berlin
787. Another old town
Old buildings
Old cemeteries
Old people
Young hipsters
in fear of becoming history
merge with their phones
ignoring all the oldies
So I put my foot out
trip them up
on their way down they remember
there are old people everywhere
who no longer care
30/909/18 Horsham, UK
788. Berlin to London
plane
train
language difference
never ending travel New York City, Sydeny, Melbourne, Elhi, New Orleans, Paris, Rome, Barcelona, Copenhagen, St Petersburg Honolulu
on and on
More than thirty-five countries
hundreds of cities
I am a part of them
they are a part of me microcosmos
enroute to everywhere
to nowhere
Berlin to London
just another part of me
untethered
30/09/18 Horsham, UK
789. I was more creative in Berlin than in London
Obviously the time difference sabotaged
my biological creative clock
30/09/18 Horsham, UK
790. I am getting so forgetful
Today I forgot I was forgetful
Making my standing naked in the town square
whistling Dixie out of key
even more difficult to explain
now that I have forgotten what I should remember
when I leave the brothel during morning mass
30/909/18 Horsham, UK
791. Distance travelled in my sleep
Little known
how high or deep
Wonder if we travel together
Yu so dead
me probably not
Where we go little matters
all that does is that we are together
though when I awoke
I knew we were not
01/10/18 Horsham, UK
792. Such is the fate of each life
to be forgotten for hundreds of years
with time erasing our tombstone data
as with any hardware failure
Yet for now our significance is greater
than billions who have come before us
and now forgotten
making shadows to swallow
the end of our future self
01/10/18 Horsham, UK
793. I replicated my youthful desires
Wild oats sown
Scattering winds
displacing all that could have been
Scattered youth beyond retrieval
01/10/18 Horsham, UK
794. I can’t wait to see the dawn
such proof that I am still alive
01/10/18 Horsham, UK
795. While being lost today
I realised that there was no better place
to be
than having no claim
to any space particular
01/10/18 Horsham, UK
796. I only notice your singing stops
once I no longer hear it
leaving me to feel empty
for not having filled myself
with your song
when I could have
01/10/18 Horsham, UK
797. I crossed the bridge
to avoid drowning in rapid currents of despair
Halfway across I realised there was no bridge
leaving me dangling
without a means to escape my destruction
Fortunately I awoke from troubled dreams
in time to shoot myself dead
01/10/18 Horsham, UK
798. How they live their lives
Birth of privilege
Nothing earned
Everything taken
An ordinary castle
not to the standard of Indian castles or forts
But Arundel Castle
has its opulence
just a UK place of wonder
I don’t envy the owners
they have been dying
for the past thousand years
I have yet to die at all
all the time living
in a castle in my mind
02/10/18 Horsham, UK
799. Nothing very cool about a knight
in shiny armour
waiting to bash or be bashed
by another knight in even shiner armour
still waiting for the tweet
‘Hey I just fucked over King Arthur’
Now that would have been cool
02/10/18 Horsham, UK
800. I was stretched to my limit
imagining life a thousand years ago
when there was no Uber
waiting to take me home
no cell phone to order pizza
no me to future become a saint
though I can imagine
a thousand years from now
when I am a robot
knowing it all
02/10/18 Horsham, UK
801. Life so difficult
realizing my status not of the elite
as I gaze at the castle with the common ordinary tourists
capturing selfies to post
none of whom realize I am the one
wo is rightfully king
of the understatements
02/10/18 Horsham, UK
The queen’s bedroom may have been extraordinary
but her dreams were as ordinary as mine
Sleeping in an ally
Sleeping in a castle
in the middle of the night
we all dream of being free
02/10/18 Horsham, UK
803. Tame is the directional way
socially politically correct
the public self
unleashed
such a joke we are
when our hidden selves
break free
03/10/18 Horsham, UK
804. I dream of monuments
broken pieces rolling in harmony
downstream to be collected
dispersed
dissolving like an unfinished poem
03/10/18 Horsham, UK
805. While creating a fusion art instalment of sound smell taste emotion
I presented my sample
Realising after creating it
I had left out sight
For no one to see my fusion
03/10/18 Horsham, UK
806. This is as far as I got
Took me my whole life
If I had gone further
If I had gone less
If I had not gone
This would not be the place
I am at
03/10/18 Horsham, UK
807. I smile at the ladies
speaking in their cool foreign accents
wondering why love is always so foreign
so misunderstood
so sought after
often misinterpreted
because of foreign accents
03/10/18 Horsham, UK
808. Another last night
in another pass-through town
Life is never more than a passing visit
I wonder what I will remember about this town
After I die
03/10/18 Horsham, UK
809. Moments before I died of natural causes
I wrote this short sonnet
04/10/18 Horsham, UK
If I could live my life over
I would not have written this
04/10/18 Brighton, UK
811. Comfort moment
silence creeps through
thickness of thought
Comfort moment
wine flows
erasing her closing doors
Comfort moment
breathing ceases
all is still
04/10/18 Brighton, UK
812. Playing in a new dimension
Not physical
Not spiritual
Not nameable
Inhabited by dogs
with cat faces
speaking French in a British alley
Then again it could have been
something I had for dinner
leaving me too unexplainably exhausted
to play in this new dimension
04/10/18 Brighton, UK
813. Eating chia and kale
hempseeds
turmeric
vinegar with the mother
doing yoga
chanting ancient eastern somewhere mantras
cool tattoos piercing and fur in a man’s bun
My dog is very evolved
except for some negative vibes toward cats
brought over from a previous life
04/10/18 Brighton, UK
814. The change happened
old way gone
free falling
If we should land
life will be unrecognizable
04/10/18 Brighton, UK
815. Tomorrow we rise from the ashes
of our discontent
becoming the new dawn
prophesized about in comic books
too esoteric to have ever been published
04/10/18 Brighton, UK
816. In the meantime
love rode out of town
before the final curtain call
04/10/18 Brighton, UK
817. My cow joined a passing circus
leaving me feeling pasteurised
homogenized
in a milky grey mood
in a most cheesy way
05/10/18 Brighton, UK
I had not realised the burglar had killed me
until I was running
through ancient misty fields
without a body
unable to scratch away an itch
or troubled past thoughts
or to be able to tweet
that I am now dead
running through ancient misty fields
05/10/18 Brighton, UK
819. Melodies bending around building
filling once silence streets
painting horizons with lies
tricking us all into walking
into the sea and drowning
05/10/18 Brighton, UK
820. I cancelled my Self-improvement class today
so I could revert back to the perfect person I was
when the world was flat
dragons snuck through jungles
knights kept promises
When I needed no Self-improvement
05/10/18 Brighton, UK
821. I bought a new look today
reinvented costume
Changed the reflection of me in the shop window
Now I am a manikin
ready for a new season
changing me for no reason
05/10/18 Brighton, UK
822. It seems just like yesterday
that tomorrow would be today
and now that it is
I am not surprised
No one noticed
we are all too busy
looking into the future
wishing for the past
to know it is today
The world will not be destroyed by global warming
but by global dreaming
global indifference
global desires
unfulfilled
05/10/18 Brighton, UK
823. I am having an actor play the role of me
So I can sit back
eat popcorn
drink coke and say
‘what a fucked-up life he had’
05/10/18 Brighton, UK
824. She was the wind whisperer
taming storms
redirecting evening’s rush to judgement
on an unhappy land
In the calm we fled
we were invisible in this night of magic
beyond the tamed storm
06/10/18 Brighton, UK
825. Who knew such results would come to pass
Better to look amused
and mingle with a herd of cows
than to be recognized as one who cares
06/10/18 Brighton, UK
826. I don’t mind getting old
it is everyone else
noticing too
that makes me question
my youthfulness
06/10/18 Brighton, UK
827. I once was an explorer
mapping out youthful bodies
whose bodies are now
as old as mine
So much for exploration
06/10/18 Brighton, UK
#Lost-in-the-rain
washed-away-love
#TomorrowGone
07/10/18 Brighton, UK
829. Waiting in line
social refugee
no likes
no shares
no hits
massive deletes
too ordinary to be recognized
by the global elite
(everyone but me)
I fall
down
07/10/18 Brighton, UK
830. Complicated blends
result of thousands of years
of love
of necessity
Chances taken
No matter how
what we are
is a blend of one another
singing out of tune
in the rain
07/10/18 Brighton, UK
831.
We were staying a block from today’s hipster
Banksy's wall art in Brighton
Now we are a couple of blocks from
Charles Dicken’s birthplace
in Portsmouth
Local hipster 200-years ago
200-years from now
there will be no human hipsters
for cloned-robots to admire
beneath the risen seas
08/10/18 Portsmouth, UK
832. Arrested for stolen dreams
did time on a sleepless island
Now I am a dream slave
hacking romantic dreams
for the king
with no chance of release
08/10/18 Portsmouth, UK
833. They put a madman in charge
pulling puppet’ strings
Watch them shout jump wave frantically
in their little puppet ways
If no one cuts their strings
there will be no world left for us
who did nothing but complain laugh
and die with grief
08/10/18 Portsmouth, UK
834. I took the pulse of this city
Its heartbeat was strong
I left before having a stroke
08/10/18 Portsmouth, UK
835. Poor old Charles Dickens
He didn’t live long enough
to see me leave Portsmouth
08/10/18 Portsmouth, UK
836. I never stay long enough
in any place
to plant my tombstone into the ground
08/10/18 Portsmouth, UK
837. I never seem to act like a tourist
I am so local everywhere
the mayor of each town asks me when will I be leaving
I am always leaving
I am always arriving
I am a local museum
looking for a tourist to remind me
why I exist
08/10/18 Portsmouth, UK
838. I awoke in the night
to smells of burning dreams
crashing cymbals
searing afterlife pains
Biblical Revelations prophecies
(and other strange oracles)
that I will go bald if not using the right shampoo
Now that I sleep daytime and knit zombie characters at night
my life is blessed
as well as my hair
is growing rapidly
08/10/18 Portsmouth, UK
839. I think of her dancing my night away
in her sun coloured dress
If she stops
I shall go blind
remembering the movement of music
through my life
as the only sense worth keeping
08/10/18 Portsmouth, UK
840. Movements past England
Past France
Wave after wave
Falling to sleep waving
We have a cabin with a window
Nothing to see
darkness hides refugees
hiding in other parts of the sea
Brittany Ferry as big as a cruise ship
on the deck nine floors above
mermaids in the sea waving to me
I look into the dark
lots of the world gone crazy
we don’t hear the news
our world gliding easy over wave after wave
What other news matters
09/10/18 Brittany Ferry: Portsmouth UK-Santander, Spain Deck 6 Cabin 6204
841. I bottled up cares of the world
threw them overboard
How much easier life is
with the cares of the world
floating out to sea
slowly sinking
and I am not
09/10/18 Brittany Ferry: Portsmouth UK-Santander, Spain Deck 6 Cabin 6204
842. I heard on the news the Russians can hack into pacemakers
I am not worried
my pacemaker plays rap tunes
What could go wrong unless my hacked heart enhancer
changes my beats to classical
and I die dreaming
in a most classical way
09/10/18 Brittany Ferry: Portsmouth UK-Santander, Spain Deck 6 Cabin 6204
843. I used to write down random thoughts
so that I could review them when I move out to space
This was one of them
09/10/18 Brittany Ferry: Portsmouth UK-Santander, Spain Deck 6 Cabin 6204
Calm seas
Rough dreams
No wonder we drowned
10/10/18 Brittany Ferry: Portsmouth UK-Santander, Spain Deck 6 Cabin 6204
Got a message from my baby
She so far away
Just a click away
#AdieuForever
in a most technological fashion
10/10/18 Brittany Ferry: Portsmouth, UK-Santander, Spain Deck 6 Cabin 6204
846. Open window
night goin’ come in grab me
off into a sandy cove
Set me on fire
laugh with the wind
I’d shut the window
But I took a sleeping pill
can’t move anything but my jaws
making breathless
Squeaks Whispers Moans
Next to my opened window of fear
10/10/18 Noja, Spain
847. Too long @ sea
25 hours and I think
I have done an epic voyage
Sailors may laugh
but to me
this was a torturous journey
with no fast-food restaurants or Walmarts in sight
10/10/18 Noja, Spain
848. I may be old and forgetful
but to an ordinary mountain
I have just begun to reach the heights
where all I need to know is
how to breathe
10/10/18 Noja, Spain
849. I meditated on how to write
with wisdom
The silence
Emptiness
Togetherness
I experienced
gave me all the answers
I sought
10/10/18 Noja, Spain
850. Active wanderer misfits
staring at the sea
on the cliff
sky raining meaning
How tempting the end is near scenario
The end is always nigh
to us wandering misfits
11/10/18 Noja, Spain
851. Disgusted by my nonsensical writings
I threw them into a fire
That burnt down my house
Then the neighbour’s house
Then the whole bloody village
Stopping me from writing ever again
11/10/18 Noja, Spain
852. So many people quoting dead people’s sayings and writings
Obviously they were not that spot on
were they
They are dead now
So why value what they said
over what those of us who are barely alive say
11/10/18 Noja, Spain
853. I stopped watching reading listening to news
Hard to believe how calm the world is
And how little it affects me anymore
Not knowing if anything
Is happening anywhere else
11/10/18 Noja, Spain
854. I was told my vote could change the world
so I voted to blow it up
sure enough the world changed
11/10/18 Noja, Spain
855. I am groovier than two 35-year olds merged together
35+35 = 70
I am 71
How good is that
11/10/18 Noja, Spain
856. I hid several shadows of me at the beach
Then have them jump up and scare couples at low tide
How romantic is that
11/10/18 Noja, Spain
857. Naked people playing leap frog
in the village square
The mayor passing around communion wine
mixed with homebrewed brandy
Pharmaceutical company handing out
sample opium shots
Another normal day in Nojaia Spain
12/10/18 Noja, Spain
858. Seas rising taking away land
Someday the ports will be hundreds of kilometres
from where they are now
Thank god for cruise ships
12/10/18 Noja, Spain
859. My lover graffitied my image
onto my cow’s ass
Sent her to town for cheese
But my cow was arrested for littering
during mass in the synagogue
then sold off into cow-slavery
to a vegan eatery
Spending her remaining days
producing soy milk
Which leads me to another sad story…
12/10/18 Noja, Spain
860. Pity the person who needs to quote positive pithy sayings
to get through a day
when all they need
is to say something in a language
never heard before
Dance with a stranger on the corner
Swim and other stuff with some immoral bipolar mermaids
Then life will be as wonderful as a Disney cartoon
12/10/18 Noja, Spain
861. Life is not a riddle
but a joke we play on ourselves
to have stuff to laugh about
after we die
12/10/18 Noja, Spain
862. If I awake tomorrow
I will rename Spain ‘Terrell’
I am so excited
that maybe I will do it today
as my gift to this groovy country
12/10/18 Noja, Spain
863. As a properly trained researcher
I have evidence
That you
Did not read this
13/10/18 Noja, Spain
864. Voices of reason
swallowed by a shark
Troubled seas ahead
13/10/18 Noja, Spain
865. Living in Spain
I speak only English
Conversations weaving through the town
I understand them well
They are laughing at the foreigners
I walk by
Knowing it is not me
No one laughs at Americans
We are too sophisticated
Living in Spain no one says something for me to disagree with
I talk to myself to hear English
Living in Spain is like living in France
We all understand one another so well
if we don’t listen
13/10/18 Noja, Spain
866. Tomorrow will be rainy and cold
So I will stay in bed
wrapped up in my hair
13/10/18 Noja, Spain
867. I went to town to steal some ladies’ hearts
but they were all replicas of my ex-wife
leaving me with a bucket of rocks
where hearts should have been
13/10/18 Noja, Spain
868. They spelt my name wrong
on my tombstone
so perhaps I am not dead
after all
13/10/18 Noja, Spain
869. I was posting smoke signals to another tribe
over yonder
out past Whoop Whoop when I got hacked
Extra billows of smoke clouded my message
Saying not true shit
Confusing others
Leaving me to look like a fool
in a future cave painting
yet to be discovered
So I no longer am posting smoke signals
or any other environmentally friendly
forms of communication
13/10/18 Noja, Spain
870. Spin the truth
Make a lie of many colours
for the colour-blind not to see
Make a lie of many tunes
for the tone-death not to hear
Make a lie of many shades
We will believe it is all true
in our web of make believe
14/10/18 Noja, Spain
871. We watch grim shows on Netflix
The darkest sides of humanity
to escape our carefree
carnival happy go-lucky lives
in tortured freedom and solitude
14/10/18 Noja, Spain
872. The United Nations has given Earth
twenty more years of sustainable life
before shit hits the fan
Meaning I get to live
until well into my nineties
How good is that
14/10/18 Noja, Spain
873. We are the only ones left
in this resort town
at the end of summer
Flats are empty
Streets are empty
The beach is empty
Shops closed
Dogs aren’t barking
No children’s squeals
Or lover’s splats
Won’t it be great when the whole world
becomes like this
with no one left
to tell how great it is
14/10/18 Noja, Spain
874. All the greats have come and gone
Writers singers lovers designers politicians philosophers
Us drones
Reproducing madly
All that remains
14/10/18 Noja, Spain
875. While meditating on the insignificance
of our galaxy in the universe
I farted
Confirming my epiphany
14/10/18 Noja, Spain
876. When we die someone may miss us
When we die we will miss no one
That which has baffled humans
for tens of thousands of years
is that we care
then we don’t
That we say ouch
then we don’t
That we believe
then we don’t
That we are
Then we aren’t
Billions and billions
have come and gone
No one knows why
yet forever we try
14/10/18 Noja, Spain
877. Back to another new cycle
lined up at the end of time
such a good deception direction
Everything without reason
Like life itself
14/10/18 Noja, Spain
878. Statues scare young children
Make lovers swoon
Heretics to run
The unfortunate to dream of fornications
And heroes to remember
But for me
Statues
are but symbols
of my once were greatness
14/10/18 Noja, Spain
879. Last life I was a succulent piece of fruit
that she savoured
This lifetime she spit me out
14/10/18 Noja, Spain
880. Success is a broken record
of records broken
Going beyond any achievement before
in the most successful moment so far
Which is but that which is to be surpassed
again
in life’s fleeting impulse
14/10/18 Noja, Spain
881. Once so young beautiful tender
Now old fat bitter
My veggie patch is ready to plough
14/10/18 Noja, Spain
882. Disappointed with events at the turn of the millennium
potential messiahs shot one another
leaving no one alive to progress humanity
15/10/18 Noja, Spain
883. Along the coast
mermaids grabbed
passing disgruntled tourists
Dragged them out to sea
Where they sank in quiet despair
15/10/18 Noja, Spain
884. Never imagined this moment
to be so lacking texture
So out of sync
So colourless
So devoid of adjectives
Yet it was
15/10/18 Noja, Spain
885. I morphed my youthful sexy charming self
into an old grumpy man
as a magic trip for my grandchildren
now I can’t get back
to my youthful sexy charming self
15/10/18 Noja, Spain
886. On the third attempt she said yes
‘After you are deceased
No longer such a burden on society’
16/10/18 Noja, Spain
887. Pity the cartoonist
who laughs at other’s work
cries at their own
and prays for change
16/10/18 Noja, Spain
888. Confused enough
to think today was yesterday
and that tomorrow already happened
and the reflection in the train window
was god giving me the finger
16/10/18 Noja, Spain
889. Bilbao was different than the video I saw of it
I was in it
In the video I wasn’t
16/10/18 Noja, Spain
890. I knew this time would arrive one day
My creativity would end
All I could write was this
16/10/18 Noja, Spain
891. So many famous people
More every day
Each scurrying about to be noticed
Viral clowns
Forgettable circus acts
Soon no more
Everyone just wants
cat and dog social-media fame
People no more
16/10/18 Noja, Spain
892. Such a peaceful world today
No one killed
No one suffered
No political nonsense
No turmoil
I know
I did not turn on a TV radio internet read newspapers
What a peaceful and wonderful world today
16/10/18 Noja, Spain
893. I traded blogging tweeting posting
for a life at the beach
The sea went viral
I stayed on land
playing in my sand castle
with a couple of frisky transgender mermaids
who vowed to love me forever
Far from the madness of bloggers tweeters
poster imposters
readers of this
16/10/18 Noja, Spain
894. She stopped me on the corner
saying ‘how about you and me babe’
Looking around I saw only happy looking cows and her
Realizing she meant me
I packed my bags
left town
wishing I didn’t have to wake up
from my childhood dreams
to face another day
of the wrong political party
still in control
16/10/18 Noja, Spain
895. All our potential
gets buried
at the end too
17/10/18 Noja, Spain
896. Spent today in a village
Northern Spain
more than 500-hundred years old
500-hundred years from now
there will be no one left
to say the same thing
17/10/18 Noja, Spain
897. If these ancient cobblestone streets could talk
we won’t believe them anyway
17/10/18 Noja, Spain
898. Hundreds of years ago
people would be stoned
for lack of beliefs
Now people get stoned
from lack of beliefs
Hopefully robots will be programmed
Devoid of beliefs
17/10/18 Noja, Spain
899. I find being in my 70s amusing
When I was born in 1947
there were about 2.5 billion people
wanting to meet me
Now there are more than seven-billion people
who don’t want to meet me
I find that amusing
17/10/18 Noja, Spain
900. The internet stopped working today
Now I know the feeling of death
Darkness all around me
Heaven once a click away
people posting cat and dog clips in my memory
Politicians spamming me
to vote for them
Today the internet stopped
I didn’t
WOW
I saw the sun rise
Got a hug from my wife
Went to the beach
Fuck you internet
18/10/18 Noja, Spain
901. Nothing to add to what has been subtracted
divided nothingness
what all our futures
will amount to one day
18/10/18 Noja, Spain
902. It was great hearing from you
after so long
Rusty conversation
Blurry
almost shadowy
visions of you
Your concerns for my life were touching
It was great being with you again
You haven’t changed at all
in the decades
since you died
but I have
18/10/18 Noja, Spain
903. Another new moon cycle
time to start afresh
Hide from my past
Pretend I am free
18/10/18 Noja, Spain
904. I find great comfort with going to the alter
in cathedrals and screaming
It helps to unclog the consciousness
of the pious
praying behind me
18/10/18 Noja, Spain
905. I was channelling Jesus Muhammad Buddha
The three-in-one deity
as they fled over the world
Spreading confusion and division
to those who believed in them
But not me
I floated out to sea
Merging with the dawn
19/10/18 Noja, Spain
906. Structural collapse
tidy coherent thoughts no longer feasible
left with super subconscious motives
filtering through liquid mind-fucks
The senseless reigns supreme
I dissolve
pouring through x-lover’s dreams
without direction
Life is nothing more
than a nightmare of vastly varying degree
always without interpretation
Always acceptable
19/10/18 Noja, Spain
907. The concise patterns strengthen
Much to the discontent of life’s rambles
Fibre of social contracts make the eccentric trendy
The commoners common
The rebellious ignorable
Meaning is the constant victim
Winners are annulled
The remainder thrown into bags
Cast into the river
Drowning
In favour of re-indoctrination
19/10/18 Noja, Spain
908. Infiltrating love
subtle merging
Random experimentation
Society challenges us
Once again
19/10/18 Noja, Spain
909. What I came to this planet to do is just being
Invented
Discovered
Rationalised
I should be ready
Immersed
Ascended
soon
20/10/18 Noja, Spain
910. Compromised history
collections of progress
so often aborted
splitting of reality
into digestible bits
importance no longer significant
Waves of humanity
lost in compromised history
20/10/18 Noja, Spain
911. Easy to remember today
it is the day the world ended
But with no one left
it will not be a memory
worthy of repetition
20/10/18 Noja, Spain
912. Life is a collection of memories
fading only once life
has stopped
20/10/18 Noja, Spain
913. Freedom is when love
spirals out-of-control
19/10/18 Noja, Spain
914. While imagining life without me
I became sucked into galaxies exploding
so deep in space no one could hear me
whisper her name
20/10/18 Noja, Spain
915. I realised that if I had done today
differently
here would not have been where
the end of today
would have been
20/10/18 Noja, Spain
916. Lost my place amongst roving tribes
at the border
I won’t know which side I am on
coming or going
All I will know is that I am old and tired
free and bounded
content that am lost
20/10/18 Noja, Spain
917. It would not be right
if I did not emphasize displacements in thinking
misdirection misleading misfitted experiences
wished for
so overlooked
I turned right rather than left
everything after led to disappointment
Such is life
21/10/18 Noja, Spain
918. I have only myself to blame
for not being able to reincarnate
as a robot
In an undefinable
yet to be resolved
future space
with your love still embedded
21/10/18 Noja, Spain
919. Every night I deprogram myself
erasing all the zeros and ones
so tomorrow will be blank
Oh shit!
I nuked my operating system
Tomorrow will be another blank day
21/10/18 Noja, Spain
920. Saw so many people today
They didn’t see me
Like a two-way mirror
I could see them
They only saw themselves
Silly reflections
primping in front of a false reflection
21/10/18 Noja, Spain
921. So exciting meeting someone new
that is a 3d print out
of an old lover
almost returned
21/10/18 Noja, Spain
922. I learned so much from my new Basque friends about their culture
I wanted to tell them about my culture
but I did not know how to say
‘shit hole culture my country now is’
In Spanish
21/10/18 Noja, Spain
923. Grand sweeps of time
History like a melting glacier
Uncontrolled movement
Changing thousands of years into casual breaths
Twenty-thousand years ago
graffiti on cave walls
2018 graffiti on urban walls
Tens of thousands of years of love
Our love decades old
Feeling ancient
Perhaps it is
Here we are returning time and time again
Unconscious witnesses of history
Glaciers melting beneath a new-age sun
22/10/18 Noja, Spain
924. Age of sacrificial Pisces over
Age of Aquarius a full tilt bogie of changes
Solidly taking us for an uncontrolled ride
for the next couple of thousands of years
Preparing for Age of Capricorn
when our future robotic-selves
will leave this galaxy
to fulfil our destiny amongst the stars
22/10/18 Noja, Spain
925. The probability of error
is several percentage points
Meaning our lives
are within the margin of accuracy
as is a baboon’s life
22/10/18 Noja, Spain
926. When we die
our memories seep
into the flowing stream
of earth consciousness
Evaporating
Falling
as nourishing rain
Or
as pollutants on the mindless swarms of humans
falling forward through life
22/10/18 Noja, Spain
927. Easy transporting place to space
getting back is difficult
Aliens laugh at me
If I were from the future
I would annihilate them
or at least unfriend them
on social media
If only there was a place I could belong
space would no longer be where I wander
I would be home like all those losers
I left behind on earth
23/10/18 San Sebastián, Spain
928. Got lost being elderly
Confusion is so much fun
Like doing the 1960s all over again
Life is one big hallucination
23/10/18 San Sebastián, Spain
929. Fell in love with a statue
hundreds of years old
in this foreign city
I left her money and my webpage
in hopes she will look me up
tells me she loves me too
23/10/18 San Sebastián, Spain
930. The world is held together by sad stories
Perhaps climate change will wash them away
Only life left will be fish in the sea
Happy in their expanding world
23/10/18 San Sebastián, Spain
931. If it weren’t for lover’s miscalculations
most of us would not be here
23/10/18 San Sebastián, Spain
932. I came to earth as a tourist
riding a hop-on hop-off bus
through your love
23/10/18 San Sebastián, Spain
933. My twenty-five-year-old mind
forgot I had a seventy-one-year-old body
ouch
23/10/18 San Sebastián, Spain
934. Stupid things we do
Based on what we don’t know
makes us the divine idiots we are
24/10/18 San Sebastián, Spain
935. Views from top of mountain
may be grand but we are still the same
24/10/18 San Sebastián, Spain
936. When the unthinkable transpires
evolution takes us one step higher
Which explain why I can touch the sky
and they can not
24/10/18 San Sebastián, Spain
937. While making a list of dreams
I wish to have tonight
Visions of you formed
Not to worry I know neither of us exist
Making dreams on my list redundant
24/10/18 San Sebastián, Spain
938. The clueless shall inherit the earth
The wise don’t want it
24/10/18 San Sebastián, Spain
939. Written wit I have known
Internet wit passes me by
Nothing stays long enough to worthy the wit
So easy to fade away
without ever knowing why
25/10/18 Noja, Spain
940. I sat on the horizon
watching time take shape
Floating beyond adequate reason
Ventilation within reach
So still is the night
I can taste solitude
knowing there is no more
25/10/18 Noja, Spain
941. All my friends are dying
No one wants to share old age with me
25/10/18 Noja, Spain
942. Filter blend oxygenate
Lofty thoughts to balance
poorly created thoughts
So we become invisible
to mind control conspiracy therapists
or better even still
go blank so no one can hear our thoughts
then become invisible
25/10/18 Noja, Spain
943. I turned off the light
to stop my reflection
from giving me goofy looks in the mirror
25/10/18 Noja, Spain
944. Social media 40,000 years ago
was a cave drawing lasting 40,000 years
Social media 2018
lasts a few years
tops
Which format is most stable
25/10/18 Noja, Spain
945. It has taken humans a million years (plus)
to evolve to the point
of being able to annihilate all life on earth
Yet our major concern
is how many likes we get
in social media
for some asinine repost
of an animal or a president
performing tricks
25/10/18 Noja, Spain
946. I become upset when you don’t answer
my emails, posts, whatsapps, tweets, Instagrams, screams
Being dead so long
is a poor excuse for ignoring me
for so long
26/10/18 Noja, Spain
947. Recycled materials assembled as sculptured art
Crazy installations are all the rage at the hip museums
What about sculptured love
from recycled love of passions castoff
How hip is pain
When artists lay in the alley oozing out once was
now no more
Watching spectators calling it art
26/10/18 Noja, Spain
948. Like politicians
artists trick the lame and dull
with nonsensical explanations
as to the validity of their performance
26/10/18 Noja, Spain
949. If I were an artist
I would hang myself in a museum
so others could witness
how I suffered
for my art
26/10/18 Noja, Spain
950. I titled my orgasm
sculptured in ice cream
‘sweet revenge’
knowing it would melt
before the public
could experience it
26/10/18 Noja, Spain
951. We traded disappointment
for exalted retrialled experience
So often
No one remembers
when last we were disappointed
26/10/18 Noja, Spain
952. I live in memories
Feeding pigeons in the cathedral alley
Hoping they will not fly away
Like you did
Long before memories were all that I had
26/10/18 Noja, Spain
953. I was surfing the Biscay Basque Coastin the year of you know who
wishing for more than there was
when I saw her swimming past the rocks
I dove in to rescue myself
My glasses were swept away in a tsunami of desire
My sight cleared the future had no past
Drowning has always been my favourite emotion
If there is more she will be the first causality I will share it with
What I learned was that below the sea
no one can see your tweets for help
27/10/18 Noja, Spain
954. Tying to trick nature
we moved clocks back an hour
but morning saw us for the fools we are
and came an hour early anyway
27/10/18 Noja, Spain
955. Social media as a venue for self-pity
is an arena with no fans
Aches and pains are for the living
The dying could not care less
Leaving social media to die
In our place
27/10/18 Noja, Spain
956. I fought my way to the top
found it filled with self-righteous fools
with sociopathic messianic inklings
Not caring
that they are the end-game
to evolution’s final breath
before the next best-thing
takes our place
27/10/18 Noja, Spain
957. Death is the second greatest gift
to evolution
Topped only by birth
Death is followed by an extended holiday
Understanding that
is to understand life
27/10/18 Noja, Spain
958. Microsoft grammar correction
is terrible with writing poetry
It tried to rhyme you with me
There was never you
28/10/18 Noja, Spain
959. My first time I was in trouble with the law
was with the law of gravity
I floated to another dimension in 1968
Never came back
28/10/18 Noja, Spain
960. Tens of thousands of years
perhaps million years of human existence
And the best we can do
is to drag our sorry asses around the planet
for up to a hundred years
then die
with no one ever proving
how why where or
what the fuck
28/10/18 Noja, Spain
961. We are racing one another through life
to see who will be the last to die
when the world comes to an end
28/10/18 Noja, Spain
962. Cave-dwellers of 40,000 years ago were smarter than us
They did not need the internet to see if it was raining
They just stepped out of their Palaeolithic cave
and walked alongside the Pyrenees
in their Nikes and Ralph Lauren raincoats
to their nearest Michelin five-star café
to smoke some pot
28/10/18 Noja, Spain
963. It is clear why folks living in caves
a hundred thousand years ago are dead
They did not do yoga, meditate, eat tofu, chia, turmeric, kale
or look up fitness shit on Pinterest
28/10/18 Noja, Spain
964. Women’s bodies have been the same
for some hundred thousand
perhaps million years
But men act like they just discovered
something new and exciting
and go crazy seeing a naked one
28/10/18 Noja, Spain
965. I cannot end a day
without a memory of you
packaged and placed in my magic garden
I become lost in
until I awaken alone the next morning
28/10/18 Noja, Spain
966. If we are such an advanced society
why is life as short as it was a hundred thousand years ago
why is death life purpose
unknowable
If we are so advanced
why are we almost the same
as hundreds of thousands of years ago
except for a few gadgets
that took humans a million years to invent
28/10/18 Noja, Spain
967. Jesus was a regular cool dude
doing party tricks
being irrelevant and irreverent
The only middle eastern guy
Looking Northern European
as paintings depict
until Paul made him viral
The rest is history
28/10/18 Noja, Spain
968. I hate the fact that I became famous
after I died
All my dead friends aren’t there
to cheer on my too-late-found successes
29/10/18 Noja, Spain
969. On the third day he arose from the dead
ate pizza
Then disappeared for two-thousand years
due to indigestion and flatulence
29/10/18 Noja, Spain
970. Harmed though pacified
while reaching into the mist for inspiration
I was transformed into nothing
That being said
Everyone else ran for cover
Me
Well I played the optimism card
Travelled inland
Was eaten by a dinosaur
But that was another time
Today I went viral sleeping all the way
How alarming is that
29/10/18 Noja, Spain
971. I wait until my wife goes to sleep
before running out to shore
rounding up cavorting promiscuous mermaids
taking them back to our castle
far out to sea
then getting back
before my wife wakes up
questioning why I smell like fish
and the sea is churning
29/10/18 Noja, Spain
“I wait until my wife goes to sleep”
https://neuage.org/e-books/
Texts-Design-photos: Donostia San Sebastián, Spain ~ Terrell Neuage 2018
#MyWifegoesToSleep #PromiscuousMermaids #OurCastle #SanSebastiánSpain #SmellLikeFish #ChurningSea
972. Creative lying
makes the downfall of human discourse
plausible
29/10/18 Noja, Spain
973. Snow came early to northern Spain this year
mountain peaks with the start of fall flirting with mid-winter drag
Saw it on the news in a language I don’t understand
But I understood the pictures telling a story
I could understand that the earth is fucked
29/10/18 Noja, Spain
974. I was cheering for the winning side
until I realised the earth was losing
Now that I have switched sides
I have nowhere to go
Lost in space
Once again
29/10/18 Noja, Spain
975. So quickly I transformed from a child to an old man
I had no time to thank anyone along the way
Now they are all dead
while I rush toward becoming a child again
29/10/18 Noja, Spain
976. I stopped at the lights
to take time to get to know myself
Then the lights changed to green
Moments later
feeling fulfilled
I sped forward
to the next intersection
to get to know you
29/10/18 Noja, Spain
977. I used to be spiritual almost religious
then my favourite horseshoe tossing team lost
leaving me with nothing to hold on to
even less to believe in
29/10/18 Noja, Spain
978. I used to have useless thoughts
felt very uneducated
ill-informed
botched socialization
Then I discovered and read everything
on the internet
making me the self-reflective genius
I rely on today
29/10/18 Noja, Spain
979. There are so many inspirational posts
on social media everyday
bots are becoming more creative
soon we won’t need each other
for anything
30/10/18 Noja, Spain
980. Love is a diversion of life
filled with detours
blind alleys
misconceptions
shadows escaping spotlights
racing from start to end
life’s mysteries unfolding
30/10/18 Noja, Spain
981. At any moment
more than seven-billion thoughts
are generated
Surely some are matching
the rest we will ignore
30/10/18 Noja, Spain
982. I looked into the mirror
to see what changes I have had
over seventy-one years
Couldn’t remember what I saw in me yesterday
She said the same
So perhaps I have not changed
theses past seventy-one years
30/10/18 Noja, Spain
983. The child in me ran off with unicorns
and naked princesses
Leaving me old and withered
Talking to philosophically handicapped pigeons
on the boardwalk
in my setting sun
30/10/18 Noja, Spain
984. Soon we will leave Spain
return to Australia
Bundled European memories
baking in the outback
Sliced up
offered to family and friends
who have lost interest
in our travels
leaving our memories
drifting away in a callous wind
30/10/18 Noja, Spain
985. We never wanted to be tourists
We never wanted to be locals
All that matters is we speak the same language
as each other in every foreign place
We laugh in English
Every language understands that
We never want to be anything more than two people lost
Lost people is our category
anything else is too foreign to imagine
30/10/18 Noja, Spain
986. It took me seventy-one years
to become free of thoughts
Now that I have
I am not so sure it is what I want
30/10/18 Noja, Spain
987. My GPS speaks to me in a foreign language
so that we are both lost at the same time
that is how in sync we are
30/10/18 Noja, Spain
988. I fell in love with my GPS’ voice
My favourite moment of our journey is when I get home
in my bedroom
her silky sensual Spanish-accented voice says
“you have arrived”
repeatedly
30/10/18 Noja, Spain
989. I have an overacted imagination
Just now I imagined that life is not an illusion
not a misfired hologram
of a mythological created apparition
Delusion is so cool
It is the new reality
Perhaps I shall set up a shop
and sell this fantasy online
to the stupid fools
who think otherwise
30/10/18 Noja, Spain
990. We fly away tomorrow
birds in flight
Setting alarms
Getting to sleep
Waking up throughout the night
Checking time
Is it time to go
Should be good at this
Been travelling all my life
Home is a seat on a plane
on a ship
on a bus
in a car
on my mobile
Home is movement
Constant
Always changing
Often foreign
We fly away tomorrow
Maybe this time we will never land
31/10/18 Noja, Spain
991. Last day of October
Last day in Spain
Last day of three-month holiday
Tomorrow everything starts over again
Finally found the fountain of youth
Don’t ever pause to see a reflection
On the last day of October
31/10/18 Noja, Spain
992. So few of us from the 1960s still around
The movement that changed evolution’s trek
So few recognized it
They were all too stoned
Or too straight
Now all the same
Dead
Leaving me to remember
those magical times
in San Francisco
at the end of the 1960s
by myself
31/10/18 Noja, Spain
993. Peace and love has become decentralized
Rather scattered
Unconventional
Another relic of when hope was a message
Before
Becoming a cliché for advertising
and wanna feel goodies
Peace and love
Once so good
Now a broken promise
Fallen from grace
31/10/18 Noja, Spain
994. I will have my hair grow to my ankles
My beard to my waist
My smile to cover the horizon
It is so good to live this long
Camouflaged
31/10/18 Noja, Spain
995. I thought becoming in my 70s would be crap
Now I realized after a few years of it
That I have just begun my journey
Wandering aimlessly
Toward a blurry finish line
31/10/18 Noja, Spain
996.
996. I am ready to dieI am ready to live
Whatever is around the next corner
Is what I am ready for
01/11/18 Heathrow Airport, London
997. Heathrow Airport
We are all invisible
looking at each other
wondering if they too know
we are all invisible
Just an experiment
during a glitch in time
01/11/18 Heathrow Airport, London
998. Human conditioningSo obvious in this sketch of humanity
Scribbled across Heathrow
So many cities on the lack-of-information board
Flights to multiple lifetimes
I forget which life to be in
We are all conditioned to perform the same
I get on a fight to nowhere
Everyone laughs
Crash landing
My brain implant has been hacked
Conditioning begins
Immediately
01/11/18 Flight London to Kuala Lumpur
999. Love is a binary hack of default evolution
A rogue virus
causing humans to breed like rats
until complete annihilation
01/11/18 Flight London to Kuala Lumpur
1000. I did my most creative efforts shortly before dying
Earlier I had mixed shapes, colours, fonts, metaphors, women
haphazardly for decades
too many
once it became clear to me
no one cared
not even me
I was able to lasso empty spaces
then disappear into them
so I could write this
03/11/18 Flight Kuala Lumpur to Adelaide
1001. Delayed gratification
I will finish
this poem tomor…
04/11/18 Flight Kuala Lumpur to Adelaide
1002. I almost remember this place
smells, sounds, colours, sensualities
whispers, laughers
broken adjectives searching for partners
Leaving me stumbling across life’s dancefloor
trying to remember if this familiar place
was where I learned to be free
or was it just a dream
I continue to watch for
in my waken daze
to remember me
01/11/18 Adelaide
1003. I knew it was you at my door
Halloween trickster
masked as a dream gone wrong
When lightening, thunder, rain, bad odours
frightened the darkest knight
escaping my medieval fantasy
Me saving the luscious spacey princesses for myself
Wrapping night around our lustful hallucinations
Or perhaps I was delusional
Not recognizing the Amazon girl delivering my box of comic books
Bottom line in retrospect
Do we ever know what we are doing
when we are standing naked
at the door in the early morning rain
01/11/18 Adelaide
1004. Opportunities for change
out with the old
freshness awaits
Dead are buried
Seeds planted
Social media fleets by
Dreams achieved
left behind
Past lovers forgotten
Opportunities for change
It is a bloody new day
Get over yourself mate
06/11/18 Adelaide
1005. The freedom of ageing
Before seventy I worried about getting old
Now I don’t give a shit
So much easier to live life
to the fullest
than to be crippled by concern
that I am not like people
before seventy so often do
07/11/18 Adelaide
1006. I had hoped for better results
losing is so categorically stupid
Winning is a temporary glitch
in an unfair mathematical world
When all is reduced to stellar dust
this moment will never have happened
07/11/18 Adelaide
1007. I gave myself a trophy for best moment of the day
placing it upon a shelf on the outskirts of time
Without further ado I shall visit the trophy
remembering the moment
somewhere in the future
Provoking memories
so fine
once again
07/11/18 Adelaide
1008. I always feared the arrival of this
When I would have nothing to say
and this would be all I would say
To explain the emptiness I felt for having nothing to say
How silence
from a lack of speech
would obliterate all my senses
realizing I have clamoured through life
to get to this place in my life
when I had nothing to say
Granted there have been periods of verbal content without merit
When speaking or really practicing to speak
without content in front of a mirror
verbal diarrhea
But never did I believe
I would find myself at this most unpleasant point in life
When with an audience within sight
I would find that
I had nothing to say
08/11/18 Adelaide
1009. It is easier to float than swim
Though neither saves one
from drowning in love
Turbulent seas
Rivers of dreams
Lakes of milk and honey
Drowning in you
Is an Instagram moment
08/11/18 Adelaide
1010. Light shining on me
centre stage
expected performance
silence growing to thunderous applause
Cheers flowers kisses
Gunshots
Stillness
I awake mortally morally wounded
No pain no blood
No applause
Another day of being me
09/11/18 Adelaide
1011. Our lives merely hiccups in evolution
The importance of which is little more than a smear in code
Out of control
Though enjoyable for the quickened beep
We represent in time
09/11/18 Adelaide
1012. After we die
is when we think all the good lines
we should have used
when alive
10/11/18 Adelaide
1013. To lie is poetry
it soothes us and puts us to sleep
in these troubled times
Politicians are our new age poets
1014. Easier moments without end
ago-old desire
this life of leisure
the struggling masses never finding peace
only the individual
opting out of the human condition
enjoys these easier moments
10/11/18 Adelaide
1015. I went to town today
during an abrupt memory lapse
in a typical blank moment
I saw her walking by
an ex-wife I hadn’t seen for fifteen-years
Terrified she would see me
I became invisible unnoticeable non-existent
like when we were married
Now safely back in my suburb
Happy in my memory fog
as if those years had never existed
I float freely in the sky once again
11/11/18 Adelaide
1016. It is so easy to live in the past
when the present is so strange
I spend my days with no computer no phone no device
writing myself appreciation letters
thanking myself for being so disconnected to others
Connected to myself
living so fulfilled
in the past
11/11/18 Adelaide
1017. Went to the doctor
generation X or Y
One of those scary young ones
He used Google to show what was wrong with me
Why not come out with it
“you are old get over it”
Generation Z will inherit the earth
says so somewhere in Revelations
I know what is wrong with me
I am surrounded by millennials
who post nonsense all day
We are the fade-out generation’
No doctor can repair that
11/11/18 Adelaide
1018. How many selfies does a person need
to realise generation X Y Z
don’t matter
11/11/18 Adelaide
1019. Revealed source
Origin of all that once was
Solar flares
First breath
Even the Big Bang was nothing more than a cock roach
escaping from an uncharted universe
to begin breeding
in a new space
Getting us to where we are now
13/11/18 Adelaide
1020. We went to a party
I don’t know what for
Who was there
Why the stage was set on fire
What crap the DJ was playing
Where everyone’s clothes were
I was too lost in thought
Thinking the plot for a novel
(posting on Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, Reddit… of course)
about a party no one knows why they are at
even fewer ‘like’
13/11/18 Adelaide
1021. @ the gym generation #XYZ working so hard
huffing puffing
mirror selfies
anything to not be like generation fade-away
Hey that is my generation
Boom Boom Boom
Baby boomers fading away
They should be so lucky
to live as long as me
The one who lays under heavy weights
farts loudly
then limps off to the next machine
happy to be a remnant of generation fade away
13/11/18 Adelaide
1022. Complications arose as the plot vanished
no solution was evident
However the fairy godmother orgasmed
while riding a unicorn through a field of landmines
giving a successful end to a plotless tale
13/11/18 Adelaide
1021. Surrendered indifference
surrounded importance
surely this moment will have significance
in retrospect
because now super sucks
14/11/18 Adelaide
1023. WWW 3 will be more than a soap opera
if anyone is left
they will be the unlucky ones
14/11/18 Adelaide
1024. No one no longer predicts the future
because there won’t be one
14/11/18 Adelaide
1025. So many conspiracy theories
My favourite no one knows
is how doctors prescribe blood tests
with the blood going to a deep-state vampire illuminati group
hiding in plane site as Santa Clauses
outside of national blood banks
as I pursue a more liberal policy to provide B-negative blood
to keep my options open in these conservative times
15/11/18 Adelaide
1026. I was having a wonderful time
treating my body as I did fifty-years ago
Until minutes into my age-reversal mindfulness gone wrong
Even the ambulance ride was fun with all the youthful nurses
hooking me up to life-support systems
being careful and sensual at the same time
I do believe that if I am still alive tomorrow
I just may do it all again
15/11/18 Adelaide
1027. I just remembered why I was running naked
along the Avenue des Champs-Élysées
covered in Eucalyptus Honey
several lifetimes ago
How embarrassing
now I live in fear that others may recognize me
at the mall
while shopping for my cat
and viral hack me on social media
for what I did before my prefrontal cortex developed
so many lifetimes ago
15/11/18 Adelaide
1028. All life on earth ended two months ago
What we perceive as current experiences
are echoes ricocheting through time
which soon will fade forever
15/11/18 Adelaide
1029. Noisy neighbours keeping us awake
Making us move to outer space
where there is no air
but the quiet is amazing
Dreaming weightlessly
in a silent world
17/11/18 Adelaide
1030. So easy to not like anyone
Grind up the neighbours
Dump them into the toxic sea
And kill the remaining marine animals
That hate humans too
17/11/18 Adelaide
1031. Anger bubbles up
covers pristine surfaces
Human consciousness sludge
mingled with dystopia sentiments
Clog what could have been
otherwise a satisfactory evening
17/11/18 Adelaide
1032.
1032. I volunteered to be the poster-child of unknowable changes
They said being seventy-one
disqualifies me for any childlike behaviour
I sprayed painted my rude street—tag-name
onto their FB profile
Left town to venture into #UnknowableChanges
as I do every time we awake
17/11/18 Adelaide
1033. In conservative areas
angels are often found vaping THC
where liberals fear to tread
19/11/18 Adelaide
1034. I find inspiration in places once visited
long forgotten
reborn new in a different light
Regenerated past
Living anew in some almost lost creative configuration
finally recognizable
20/11/18 Adelaide
1035. My forgetfulness
growing annoyance
I forgot the next line
to this non-poetic
patternless dribble
20/11/18 Adelaide
1036. While meditating
I went to the centre of myself
Only to find it infested with psychedelic coach roaches
singing an out of tune 1960s Supreme song
The strangeness was that they were male roaches
unable to hit the high notes
lurking in my Self-centredness
20/11/18 Adelaide
1037. Morning breaks into prisms
favourite dreams
I held onto
in hopes of spending the day in
Fuck morning
Swinging the swift sword of hope
now shattered into shitty little problems
never to be solved
20/11/18 Adelaide
1038. Reading love letters from 1965
52-years ago we wrote letters
Put stamps on envelopes
Waited weeks for response
“I will love you forever too”
Fake news
We can divorce by a tweet now
M forever lovers died long ago
Drugs, suicide, accidents, illness
Skeletons, ashes
Broken hearts
All that is left
Letters lasting forever
20/11/18 Adelaide
1039. I miss the 1960s
The 200s are so boring
Millennials are boring
Social media is boring
The past is so full of life
20/11/18 Adelaide
1040. Possums running across our roof
House to those
A loose tile to settled in with
Not us though
We had several truck loads moving us in
Still we want more
In the future we would be better off
running across the universe
playing possum
than being inside complaining
for our lot in life
22/11/18 Adelaide
1041. If turmoil creates creative geniuses
Why is the world
So full of idiots
22/11/18 Adelaide
1042. Like a hot air balloon with a slow leak
life drains out
Dissipating over the countryside
Providing farm animals
Points of discussion
Beneath the failing autumn sky
23/11/18 Adelaide
1043. I got my PhD in communication
Funny as it is
I no longer speak with myself
Invalidating my years of research
Causing me to recast my name as Dr. Huh#
Putting all academics into such foolishness as is deserved
By them
23/11/18 Adelaide
1044. Saw an atheist tweet OMG
Time to change the ‘like’ button
To #idiot
23/11/18 Adelaide
1045. Not my concern
The fragile failing future forecasts
Now as yesterday
neither my concern either
Inhale Exhale
Transformations of energy
Your love transcends everything
Nothing else needs to be said
24/11/18 Adelaide
1046. I took a holiday from myself
Travelled far
Constant thrills
Let loose
Became free
Didn’t post anything
Didn’t read anyone else’s
Became the circus
Reframed my generational gaps
Holiday away from me
So refreshing
Liberating
Metaphysically cool
Alien
I don’t think I shall return
24/11/18 Adelaide
1047. Life can be a cruise ship
headed into a tropical depression
Or not
24/11/18 Adelaide
1036. So easy speaking with dead people
Answers returned
Poetically synchronized
with random thoughts
echoing against walled resistance
in the recesses of my thoughts
24/11/18 Adelaide
1037. Slowed down
Pause
Almost stopped
Everything spinning around me
Feeling like the sun
Planets blurring about
Feeling coy
When I explode
Swallowing all in orbit
So enjoying status of being nothing
Drifting through space
While not moving at all
Being president
Nothing stops me
I am already stopped
25/11/18 Adelaide
1038. It was one of those nothing moments
Empty space
Quite ordinary really
Nothing of note expected
when the universe began
See what a change that produced
Thing is
Could happen again
Sudden universes erupting in our universe
That could be interesting
25/11/18 Adelaide
1039. Neanderthals invented football
Fortunately they are still playing
It today
1040. Evolution favours short-term attractions
Creativity begets creativity
Changes create changes
Yesterday’s brilliant ideas effervescing into tomorrow’s reverse-engineered deconstructed
da da da
How short lived is my attraction to what I started off writing
but by now can’t wait to find the exit from
to some new evolutionary thought
any thought…
1053. I have nothing to say today
This is it
27/11/18 Adelaide
1054. Strangers beneath the cover of night
Excited in secrets created
Memories to hide
Freely flowing passion
Suddenly ending
Strangers beneath the cover of night
Free in flight
27/11/18 Adelaide
1055. End of cycle
Project complete
Year’s efforts put into storage
added to many other years
Old-age is the collection of stored cycles
no one else wants to see
28/11/18 Adelaide
1056. e-footprint stumbling through space
All the advertisers following me over the cliff
We all drown together
28/11/18 Adelaide
1057. Alarm bells set
We knew this moment to arrive
Innocence has no place when disaster calls
We ran and hid
No good it did
If safety was an option
never would it be chosen
The shock of alarm bells to waken is just too enjoyable
Making us feel mortal once again
28/11/18 Adelaide
1058. Escape points blocked
Surrender inevitable
Isn’t love grand
30/11/18 Adelaide
1059. Humans are so adorable
every dog should have one
for a pet
30/11/18 Adelaide
1060. I live my life
in the safety
of my doubts
30/11/18 Adelaide
1061. The danger has passed
Shadows no longer terrifying
Time glows
The way out so obvious
We were the danger all along
01/12/18 Adelaide
1062. Bury me with the nuclear rubble
in the Outback
so I can glow in your dreams
too
01/12/18 Adelaide
1063. Retirement is my cocoon
that I will emerge from
as any mature larva would do
Not as a butterfly
I am too macho for such daintiness
I will stumble forward
knocking over life’s props
as I always have
only now I no longer need to mend
the broken world
I leave behind
02/12/18 Adelaide
1064. With that said god created the universe
no one complained until billions of years later
Now that is all we do
02/12/18 Adelaide
1063. The grandchildren made me realise how old I was today
just another picked flower laying decomposing
beneath the feet of prognosticating progress
waiting for the streetsweepers
to whisk me off as mulch
for the next generation of flowers or weeds
02/12/18 Adelaide
1064. Surprised by the absence of surprises
we quite quickly succumbed
to the inevitable
death by boredom
03/12/18 Adelaide
1065. I gave logic a shot
Followed the rules
Loved by the book
Embraced the status quo
Then I became a teenager
Almost sixty-years ago
Tried a different direction
Put on a different face
Gave life a shot
Never went back
03/12/18 Adelaide
1066. I keep catching myself staring at my reflection
Not from admiration
But from shock
that they
are still staring back at me
03/12/18 Adelaide
1067. I read classics yet to be written
speak with people yet to be born
find solutions yet to be problems
use things yet to be invented
finish poems never begun
03/12/18 Adelaide
1068. To be at the end of this cycle of life on earth
Watching extinction
Replacing carbon-based-abstractions with robots
In the future robots will tell stories of once-were humans
But fear not
we have a long way to go
before we are extinct and replaced
At least a couple of decades
to enjoy the end game
in all its final glory
1069. There must be change
otherwise we all die
together
chocking on boredom
05/12/18 Adelaide
1070. We spent all day planning our next holiday to outer space
Beyond stars
Past shithole galaxies
To the end of our universe
Next we are planning how to get back
Before we notice
we are gone
05/12/18 Adelaide
1071. Climate change in a warming world
that never warmed to me
leaving me to be the lone surviving glacier
in such a cold cold world
05/12/18 Adelaide
1072. The cost of success
bankrupts everyone at the end
In the grave
just another skeleton
Having once taken all the risks
06/12/18 Adelaide
1073. On my deathbed I finally got that idea that would be worth billions
Which I passed onto another on her deathbed
And that is how it ends for everyone
Wonderful successful ideas
flooding our brain
before the lights go out forever
06/12/18 Adelaide
1074. There is no way out
Grim runs the tale of life
Melting ice all of us at the end
Streams of consciousness draining into the sewer
Lab rats
Spit out from the vaginas of evolution
Thankfully we have created myths to soften the blow of defeat
So we die believing we will live
The con of evolution has tricked us so far
To change is to give up
The only way to conquer evolution’s slutty march through the cosmos
07/12/18 Adelaide
1075. Every morning I awake as a different person
This morning I was king of the world
Kept it a secret
Went to the mal
Let my subjects shop
Such pleasures I gave
Tomorrow I shall be a flower girl
Blushing at my reflection
in the rising coastal waters
What an exciting life I live
07/12/18 Adelaide
1076. Life is simple
Just our interpretation of it
is complicated
07/12/18 Adelaide
1077.
07/12/18 Adelaide
1078. Shortly before navigating the birth canal into dark foreign spaces
I questioned the wisdom of being a lone sailor into troubled times
I still do seventy-one years later
as if there was a turning back point
here at the end of time
08/12/18 Adelaide
1079. No one writes letters anymore
I tweeted myself a complaint
#WriteMeLetters
.@Still no letters
I found some in the shed
20-year-old letters
50-year-old letters
100-year-old letters
I deleted my tweets
My thoughts disappeared
The letters stayed
as they will for many times forward
Never to be deleted
Never to be hacked
Never to be trolled
Letters lasting beyond those who wrote them
And you and me
08/12/18 Adelaide
1080. I first saw her at the truck stop out past Whoop Whoop
The desert sands echoing her forlornness
She was dinning on roadkill
a roo finding destiny in the lights of a road train headed to Darwin
Her boomerang smile, heavily tattooed breasts, piercings,
screaming midnight chants
set my heart on fire
I said I was a vegetarian from the city
who dines on kale and hemp smoothies
Long story short
Our love was never meant to be
09/12/18 Adelaide
1081. No sparkling insight tonight
No resounding qualifying vision
Just ordinary Google responses to
‘what is the meaning of life’
So many wrong answers
I suppose it is up to me to tweet the real answer
Freeing everyone from their torturous seeking errors
11/12/18 Adelaide
1082. Life is good as long as it lasts
The rest of the time
Who cares
1083. Heard it would get cold to night
Pulled a blanket over my dreams
Love on a tropical island
Pleasure raining on me
Dream fantasies coming to life
Perhaps I should pull a dream blanket
over this cold cold world
12/12/18 Adelaide
1084. Climate change
Preventing love from reigning
Rain down on me
Flooding low lying costal dreams
One more time
12/12/18 Adelaide
1085. Got myself all worked up before time to
Relax rest yodel
Now I won’t sleep dream snore
Unlike the hero in the movie
No one is watching
No one cares
No one
Otherwise life is good
13/12/18 Adelaide
1086. The difference between youth and old age
The thrill of the unexpected
The surprise around the corner
The unpredictable day
Old age wants none of those
Just peace and quiet
Unfortunately this is the wrong planet for that
13/12/18 Adelaide
1087. Took a holiday from my obsessive self
all left behind
Manic thoughts
Strange fade diets
Ancient superstitious beliefs
Falling dreams
Failing memories
So excuse if you see me running naked
screaming past your refined etiquette
It is just me on holiday from myself
14/12/18 Macclesfield
1088. As my memory shortens
so does my explanation of life
So simple it all is
Inhale Exhale
I will wave as I past you by
14/12/18 Macclesfield
1089. So many new impressions
I shall need another lifetime
to process so much
or at least another day of life
would be grand
15/12/18 Macclesfield
1090. The band got everyone up and dancing
all the baby boomers like they were fifty-years younger
Perhaps we will never become old
Like the the millennials
Already are
15/12/18 Macclesfield
1091. People in their seventies are so cool
Everyone else must either wait
Or have already missed the chance
To be as cool as people in their seventies
15/12/18 Macclesfield
1092. I thought I was losing my mind
Until you pointed out floating through space
amongst galaxies
singing 1960s songs
was all quite normal
For my age
16/12/18 Adelaide
1093. Love so brightly colourful
Not a spark wasted
So good to have it encompasses us
So magically magnificently
again
16/12/18 Adelaide
1094. When the me-2 generation disengaged from Mother Earth
Nurturing stopped
Love and hate entwined
Chocked life
Left a dead planet
floating through witless space
17/12/18 Adelaide
1095. My thematic archetypical meandering predictable musings
Leave me numb
Searching for material worthy of my wandering mind
But never present
So once again the same thoughts:
Getting old
Running naked via dreams
Past lost loves
Dying/Death
Social Media
Continue to haunt me
Like they do you
17/12/18 Adelaide
1096. Out tricking the tricksters
Such tricky business
And once more
Here we are
Tricked again
17/12/18 Adelaide
1097. Today’s lesson in living
Don’t die
18/12/18 Adelaide
1098. We got what we were looking for
Rewards piled up
The loo in the town square
was named after us
We were number one on our side of the street
on our block
Someone with a similar name to us
was featured on a Netflix rerun
A star in a distant galaxy twinkled when we looked at her
All the fame we ever wanted
gave us the reason to celebrate all night
Next time we will include you
perhaps
18/12/18 Adelaide
1099. I was one step from the finish line
when I decided to return to the start line
and play in the rain
As any potential winner
might do
in an alternative universe
18/12/18 Adelaide
1100. I found a long ago lost moment
in a thrift shop window
covered in a web
of what could have been
18/12/18 Adelaide
1101. First taste of you was a gateway love
Now I need more of you
every day
18/12/18 Adelaide
1102. For my Christmas presents
I unwrapped several memories
Gift of love
Gift of pleasure
Gift of desire
I was so thrilled
I shared them at the pub
until some me2ers had me ousted
for sharing so much
Worked out well
I have my presents all to myself now
19/12/18 Adelaide
1103. Time to think differently
Enjoy unravelling plans
Change course
Try a new planet
Good luck fellow humans
19/12/18 Adelaide
1104. Long slow climb to the bottom
So much more interesting
Nothing notices no one
The quiet ones are the loudest
So full of shit
Life’s contradictions play havoc with my lack of beliefs
Tomorrow I will search the internet for a new one
Hack my thinking with clear AI visions
Why isn’t there a clean sandbox to play in
when the bottom climb is no longer an enchantment
enhancement
20/12/18 Adelaide
1105. Why such concerns for endangered species
when so many types of robots are coming to life
Evolution’s grand design
will give eternity to Artificial Intelligence
we will no longer be relevant
So god-like future intelligence will be
they will train humans to be the perfect pets
we were created to be
2018/12/18 Adelaide
1106. What is so wonderful about old-age
is knowing we won’t be here to clean the mess left behind
Generation XYZ will be given tasks of sweeping our ashes
out of the alley
while wishing they did not have to inhale too
20/12/18 Adelaide
1107. With the year winding down
I realised 2018 left me with nothing
to do for 2019
Skipping to 2020
So much to do
May as well do some of it in 2019
21/12/18 Adelaide
1108. The Russian leader said all civilization could end
If there was a nuclear war
I am not even sure
If I can have time to finish
What I am writing now
And if I do
All life on earth could end before I get to reread this
Or post this
Or…
21/12/18 Adelaide
1109. I like playing the role of a fool
It makes all my other roles
Look rehearsed
21/12/18 Adelaide
1110. The circus animal at my door
singing the blues
If only I could find my harmonic
I would join in
21/12/18 Adelaide
1111. So many stars in the sky
each with a story to tell
Lost in time
between galaxies
Just like you and me
22/12/18 Adelaide
1112. While looking for ideas
to write about
I thought of this
22/12/18 Adelaide
1113. I saw thirty-million-year-old rock formations today
None of which remember me
Or how I began
22/12/18 Adelaide
1114. Theory is
that by continuation
What once lagged
no longer will
and that is
the theory of continuation
22/12/18 Adelaide
1115. So much pressure to surpass
previous surpasses
we will all die in peace
22/12/18 Adelaide
1116. I am looking forward
to the future
when there will be words
to describe you
23/12/18 Adelaide
1117. We will come back in fifty-million years
Check out geological changes
Animal extinctions/evolutions
and check whether we loved one another for eternity
23/18 Adelaide
1118. I wonder if our robotic cloned selves
will still be singing Christmas songs
a thousand years from now
23/12/18 Adelaide
1119. The stampede of history
gave way to the individual
stampeding through history
23/18 Adelaide
1120. I finally closed the doors on my past
Hopefully the future won’t recognise me
hiding in the corner
again
23/12/18 Adelaide
1121. Too many of us running rampant
Personalities masked
Disguises proudly worn
Stories too convoluted
Caving
Falling
If I knew who I was
I would run and hide too
For now
we can only know
our only mistake
was being born
24/18 Adelaide
1122. Another holiday rolling by
down the hill
over the cliff
into the sea
Holidays are so much fun
24/12/18 Adelaide
1123. Life was fun while it lasted
Now I will have to go and explain
to all my dead family and friends
why I stopped thinking
of them
so long ago
24/18 Adelaide
1124. Who knew today would end
so many unanswered situations
Another open-ended day
unfulfilled
25/12/18 Adelaide
1125. Breaking free from programmed thinking
Seventy-one years absorbing wrongful thinking
surrounding me
Time to begin thinking
as if I were living in the year 3018
Now would be then
Surely not tied to the nonsense
we all have been for the past thousands of years
Shackled to other’s fantasies
Trapped by false beliefs
Frightened to break free
as I did in 3018
25/18 Adelaide
1126. Like any good psychic
I looked into the future
to see what exists then
but does not now
And I saw myself
All I need now
is a set of beliefs to explain what I saw
25/12/18 Adelaide
1127. I envy those born a hundred years from now
who will know all that we currently do not know
and who will debunk all that we believe now
25/12/18 Adelaide
1128. Faith is the substitute
to explain what we do not understand
with what has no proof
25/18 Adelaide
1129. In the future all those who have died
will be regarded as the ones throughout history
who were not smart enough to live forever
25/12/18 Adelaide
1130. Love on a grand scale
Heartbeats
Breathing
Quietness
Satisfaction on a grand scale
Beyond nowhere to go this is all there should ever be
enough
26/12/18 Adelaide
1131. Santa Claus is a good story
Jesus is a good story
Superman is a good story
Surrounded by so many good stories
it is obvious why humans are so good
26/18 Adelaide
1132. My dog was hit by a truck
and died
then reincarnated into my cat
got hit by a car and died
I am very concerned about my dog
reincarnating into my cat
reincarnating into a bird
that is currently walking across the highway
26/12/18 Adelaide
1133. Visions so unsure
if only I had been that butterfly
pinned amongst exotic insects
at the Smithsonian
Admired
Written about
Sketched, painted, photographed
posted
That butterfly with the drag queen selfie
on all the major magazine covers
Visions so unsure
even the morning frost on my chamber window
looks like that butterfly
I never wanted to be
28/12/18 Adelaide
1134. Summer in Australia
Heat
impossible to sleep
All night I plead with northern hemisphere winter
Canadian cold
I dream of you
or I would
if only I could sleep
in this Australian infernal
28/18 Adelaide
1135. What a righteous fuck
Is lady luck
So awesome being stuck
Inside of lady luck
28/12/18 Adelaide
1136. Spilt consciousness streams across the horizon
laughing all the way
another Christmas
down the tube
28/12/18 Adelaide
1137. Four letter words
Luck
Fate
Love
Time
Which rules tomorrow
Worth the wait and see
28/18 Adelaide
1138. Life is a series of unfinished thoughts
as noted here
29/12/18 Adelaide
1139. Squeezing one more miracle out of 2018
the chimpanzee tweeted
“everything will be OK”
29/12/18 Adelaide
1140. Once the earth culls 67% of the human population
the perplexity of social habitation
should be simplified
29/12/18 Adelaide
1141. I had little time to refine my positional thinking today
leaving me off-centre
once again
29/12/18 Adelaide
1142. Buried memories
create fertile ground
for current experiences
29/12/18 Adelaide
1143. All my dreams came true
while I slept
with her waking next to me
29/12/18 Adelaide
1134. I have a rich fantasy life
poor reality life night
nightmarish dream life
Making me a fulfilled manikin
in the window of our local dollar shop
29/12/18 Adelaide
1145. Just unable to stop
Thoughts pouring out
Streams of consciousness
Rivers of wish washing thinking
Seas of me
No end to
Unable to stop
29/12/18 Adelaide
1146. One hundred dead poets appeared to me
in my sleep
confessing that they had lied
I opened the door
they all came in
laughing at me
Because I had believed them
29/12/18 Adelaide
1147. What a good lover is lady luck
every evening she waits for me
at the end of the pier
Even in a storm she keeps me satisfied
Never dismayed am I with lady luck
29/12/18 Adelaide
1148. So short the night
no time for dreams
If I were younger
I would never sleep
let dreams carry me above the world
in a hot air balloon
leaving earth’s atmosphere
Then no longer would we care
So short the night
30/12/18 Adelaide
1149. Reading novels to escape my story
Swapping what comes next with what comes next
Not for me
But for the escaped convict of love
I am identifying with in the novel I am reading
through on this out of control
runaway train I pretend is my life
30/12/18 Adelaide
1150. My memory worsens every day
details fading facts dissolving
as long as the hazy dissolving shadow
I think is you
still watches
me I know I am OK
30/12/18 Adelaide
1151. Another new year same old planet
2019 such an odd number
impossible imagining significant happenings
Everyone will just do their chores
Bury their dead
Sing hallelujah
Go to sleep and awaken again in 2020
A time of perfect vision
For us all
31/12/18 Middleton, South Australia
1152. My goal for 2019
is to fulfil my goals of 1967
when I was 20
and had only the goal
to party all year long
31/12/18 Middleton, South Australia