#Terrell Neuage Daily Thoughts for 2019 updated (here) 31 December/2019 #VistaSouthAustralia (no longer updated - the year is over)
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1. The child in me dove in almost drowning
Elder me
out of my depth
never to be a legend
Fortunately
the child in me survived
such turbulence
To do it again
bewildering spectators
leaving the wounded to wonder
Why anyone would want to be me
1/1/19 Middleton South Australia
2. 30 years ago so unimaginable
to have gotten here
without the ones I was with then
now
But here I am
Still imagining the unimaginable
Knowing I can not project
Into thirty years hence
I would be past 100
If so occurred
Leaving me locked in thirty-years ago
Not imagining being here
Still again
1/1/19 Middleton South Australia
3. First day of a new year
Unable to place it in perspective
against a backdrop of billions of years
of earth existence
Though its importance
Could be significant
If all life is consumed
In a nuclear party
unleashed
1/1/19 Middleton South Australia
4. Cautious of what the future holds
More nervous of what
It will release
1/1/19 Middleton South Australia
5. Who let reality in
Opened doors
Dogs greedily barking
Tropical dreams pushed out
When I I was a child
reality was neither friend or foe
Make it go away like you did before I awoke
2/01/19 Vista, South Australia
6. Picnic on a cloud
above tropical rainbow
Birds laughing
Rain crying droplets of colours
Somewhere whispers coming true
How intoxicating love is
For others
2/01/19 Vista, South Australia
7. Wild animals do not have wild stories
Only humans do
So tame are we
2/01/19 Vista, South Australia
8. I hear them coming to get me
Crackling sneers outside my window
If only I had pretended to be like them
I may have escaped by blending in with the broken masses
Huddled together on the edge of town
Bleeding in unison with vanquished hope
But I didn’t
Neither did you
Or them
Or anyone else
Escape their crackling sneers
2/01/19 Vista, South Australia
9. The most creative moments
are those shortly before death
Which explains the blabbering idiocy
proclaimed by religious founders and other lost members
who trap us by their seemingly insatiable creativity
before they died
2/01/19 Vista, South Australia
10. Laying still
World swirling
Panoramic memory melodies
entertain me in the stills of my mind
chosen moments lined up
I will never leave this place
Laying still
still
3/01/19 Vista, South Australia
11. Gypsy life dreaming
nothing changes
If you could hear me
Calling through frozen blocks of time
melting moments in gypsy life dreaming
forever we could be free
3/01/19 Vista, South Australia
12. Oh look
I traced the image of us onto the side of a slow-moving meteorite
headed to the sun
Another night of solar flare dreams
Showering over us
3/01/19 Vista, South Australia
13. We knew such changes should sweep
Rearrange
Would keep
Unnecessary trials
Repeat
Then dump expectation
in light of misinterpretations
when the end result
was change interrupted
4/01/19 Vista, South Australia
14. I stared at the clock all day
wondering if tomorrow
would be more interesting
4/01/19 Vista, South Australia
15. My son turned 38 today
I didn’t
I started some years before
When there were only 2.5 billion people on earth
Shortly after Hitler got the boot
Before social media made us stupid
Ken and Barbie were unformed chunks of plastic
People cared about each other
LSD was not yet invented
Space travel was science fiction
God was trapped in churches
No one had nuclear bombs
Television was in black and white
So happy I did not turn 38 today
Got to experience so much
especially that my son
turned 38 today
4/01/19 Vista, South Australia
16. Back on track
no longer derailed
rust removed
lyrics rambling again
So wonderful to still be able to create
absolute rubbish
and still enjoy it so
4/01/19 Vista, South Australia
17. The world is one big amusement paradise
A life-long rollercoaster
through the funhouse
4/01/19 Vista, South Australia
18. I was wrong to believe the mosquito draining my blood
just squashed
was a reincarnation of my ex-wife
She is still alive
Flying on her broom
on the other side of town
4/01/19 Vista, South Australia
19. I often lay awake all night
worried of what will become of my collectables
when our sun loses life
becomes a white dwarf star
drifting aimlessly through our galaxy
until our galaxy collapses too
What happens to my stuff then
4/01/19 Vista, South Australia
20. In the park behind trees, bushes, judging eyes
Inhaling Exhaling
Taste of youth
Central Park summer of love
passing so quickly together
fifty-years ago
I remember you
I remember us
Fleeting shadows between New York City erections
Would we do it again if we lustfully met in the park
Now in our 70s
You are probably dead
Me almost
So I will not entertain such long ago memories
As if being in Australia
So far away from the 1960s
But not the memories
Wasn’t a distraction by itself
5/01/19 Vista, South Australia
21. At the reunion no one knew who I was
I showed them photos of my children
I laughed over colourful jokes heard at the pub
Everyone looked so different
Does time change us so
It took awhile
A few stiff drinks
A bit of smoke & mirrors
before I realized it was not the hippie astrological organic mystic-vegan group
I was with in the 1960s
But a Christian Fundamentalists-goat-herders revival
Once again out of place in an alien landscape
5/01/19 Vista, South Australia
22. My birth-mother put me up for adoption 70 years ago
Every day I walk to the corner and wait for her to say sorry
I am sure she just ran out of petrol or her car broke down
Or she doesn’t have a smartphone that works
So I will just keep waiting at the corner until she arrives
5/01/19 Vista, South Australia
23. I won’t cut my hair but I mow the lawn
Such discrepancies haunt me
though I realise consistency is for fools
I feel troubled until the sun goes down
When I no longer see the lawn
But I feel my hair
Such incongruity panics me not
5/01/19 Vista, South Australia
24. Feeling unrecognizable
in a world of broken mirrors
Photoshopped polypropylene mockups
Mud-puddled reflective ripples
Clown masks
Alien beliefs
I ascend Then descend
Being normal is so bloody difficult
5/01/19 Vista, South Australia
25. When robots learn to love us
evolution will end
When accelerated repetitive replication
becomes exponentially challenged
human replacement
no longer necessary
But for today love is still evolutionarily cool
5/01/19 Vista, South Australia
26. We were talking about story ideas
Grand designs
Sweeping experiences
Depths and widths of emotions
Creating characters
that create awe
in readers hearers viewers
Streaming media
opening us all to possibilities
not yet imagined
The 18th Century is going to be
such an exciting time of change
when stores will be falling
from the sky
7/01/19 Vista, South Australia
27. It has taken me 71 years to so fully enjoy life
Who knew 2019 would start off so well
that I have already put it on a shelf
with a couple of other trophy years
to look back on
when I become old
as ultimate coolness
capsulations of youth
7/01/19 Vista, South Australia
28. I fell to sleep in the midst of a dream
now I will never know
how it turned out
7/01/19 Vista, South Australia
29. Comedians handing out psychedelic bibles
To cruise ship passengers
to remind us of the hollowness
of a good time
I gave mine to a beggar
in front of naked pole-dancing Methodists
Tomorrow we sail
Thursday we sink
Swimming is for fools
Drowning is for heroes
8/01/19 Vista, South Australia
30. Keep the door closed
curtains down
lights off
So nervous neighbours
think our screams
are in their own minds
8/01/19 Vista, South Australia
31. When I die
I want my rewards
given to those
who will die in vein
8/01/19 Vista, South Australia
32. When the sun fell into the sea
we laughed
No wonder it refuses
to appear again
8/01/19 Vista, South Australia
33. In a life not chosen
the lab-rats held their breath
died
reincarnated as humans
tried their reality
held their breath
died
decided being a lab-rat
was the better choice
8/01/19 Vista, South Australia
34. No more shadowy consequences
Bright light all night with might
Path so clear
I no longer stumble in the dark
Discretion tossed aside
Google calendar said there was no event today
Such nonsense
No knight would have put up with such digital drivel
Raised sword
All will be cut asunder
For I have achieved the level of mindfulness
where I see such bullshit
for what it is
with no consequences
for we the damned
9/01/19 Vista, South Australia
35. I tossed the key to success into an alley
where a junkie sold it to a priest for a bucket of good luck
who traded the bucket for a romp with a series of alter boys
who sold it for absolutions
which had no intrinsic value
leaving us all to be beggars
at the setting sun
9/01/19 Vista, South Australia
36. The direction taken tomorrow
may have been set into motion
more than a billion years ago
Yet lightly we lend thought
to the marvel of what the fuck happens next
9/01/19 Vista, South Australia
37. Hunger haunts the unworthy
laying in doubt of the earth’s bounty
viewing wealthy scavengers
Dreaming of migration to one day become fat
pushing overladen shopping carts
filled with sugary processed
factory enriched delicacies
to die bloated
Malnourished
yet never hungry
in Western society’s dustbin
10/01/19 Vista, South Australia
38. Far the distance time travels
not hidden in moment’s doubt
Wind cast shadows illuminates secrets forsaken
Love casts such brazen sounds
Whispers echoing through chasms of hope
like youth yet spent
Caution is for the dead
Afraid to reincarnate in these times
When for the distance travels
11/01/19 Vista, South Australia
39. Unable to sustain rhythmic harmony within broken elements
Nature quit detoxing
Leaving us fucked
Once again
11/01/19 Vista, South Australia
40. Drowned by negativity
Hope sank helplessly
to the bottom of the sea
For all to see
what idiots we have become
11/01/19 Vista, South Australia
41. Life in a balloon
protects
from life’s wrecking ball
11/01/19 Vista, South Australia
42. Such unusual circumstances
Uncharted love games
Google maps yet to register
We will all become infected
Love spreading throughout
No more badness
invoked
A billion years from now
all our thousands of years of existence
heard in a distant galaxy
as an erratic radio wave
12/01/19 Macclesfield, South Australia
43. Life so uncomfortable
I wonder if death
will be at all chilled
12/01/19 Macclesfield, South Australia
44. Lined up at the finish line
I never made it there
though I heard the applause
for those who found their way
to circumvent
my many
heroic efforts
12/01/19 Macclesfield, South Australia
45. Another day is my favourite day
When love stays in town
I win the lottery
My children remember my birthday
The world celebrates peace and harmony
Illness is so old school
Climate changes to #ClimateOfWonderfulness
Most of all
another day
is my favourite day
to embrace a brand-new day
13/01/19 Vista, South Australia
46. Sitting on the horizon
dangling my feet over the edge
waiting for sunrise
to show the way back home
13/01/19 Vista, South Australia
47. Where I stand now changes
with each passing thought
Sweeping vistas of mirth
Chasms of regret
Sunny thoughts
Stormy memories
Such changing scenes
All the while
standing in this house of mirrors
I call my life
13/01/19 Vista, South Australia
48. I spent so much time editing my life story
once I thought it was finished
Now reading it with clearer sight
I have found multiple errors
If only I had written this book fifty years ago
I could have repaired the mistakes before making them
Making the world different than what it is now
And only I would be laughing now
14/01/19 Vista, South Australia
49. Life’s many experiments
left me with
deformed memories
broken promises
twisted dreams
excited times
and desire to try more tomorrow
14/01/19 Vista, South Australia
50. Anxious moments
Shaded fear
Quite quickly
Quietly
the injured crawl off the field
Life of experiences
nothing but dust
at the end
No one remains beneath the rainbow
I once lived a life
Shining like a star
Every moment more glamorous
than the one before
Life on fire
the hunt of victory
taste of success
king of the world
Then I awake fifty-years later
dazed by the dream of life
I stumble toward the finish line
smiling
Knowing once
I was on top of the world
14/01/19 Vista, South Australia
51. Darkness outside my window
unable to see a troubled world
groping in the dark
as I dance in the light
Everyone has choices
Mine are indigo and silver
As the hour is late
filled with darkness outside my window
15/01/19 Vista, South Australia
52. Trusting the change
How filling the blanks made a man out of me
Birds cried
Fish rejoiced
Rain washed doubt away
If meaning was to be found
in all I have just said
Let it echo off the trees
and fill the alley with hope
for all those who trust the change
16/01/19 Vista, South Australia
53. What a fun day we had
burying the dead
Dispensing love
Laughing at misfortune
Cheating on life
Accelerating climate change
Tomorrow we will make sure
others have as much fun
as we did today
16/01/19 Vista, South Australia
54. The witty shall inherit the earth
everyone else
is too depressed
to cope with the remains
16/01/19 Vista, South Australia
55. I like acting dumb
others believe I am just acting
so good I am at acting
dumb
16/01/19 Vista, South Australia
56. Today we disqualified god
We are only waiting for a volunteer
to make good our case
so we may become
god-less and free
16/01/19 Vista, South Australia
57. Dramatic was the shade of indifference
Shackled desire
Lust flowing like lava
burying vegetation and limited hope
I saw you waving in some archaic sign language
that you wanted me
Or a statue of me
Shadow of me
Mime of me
No one truly knows why someone waves
So like any normal man
I ran
To the sea and dove right in
Only to be devoured by a shark
(that mistook me as a surfer)
So how was your yesterday
17/01/19 Vista, South Australia
58. So many blank days yet to fill
with imaginary fulfillments
I believe I will implode
just thinking about my reflections
17/01/19 Vista, South Australia
59. Damn
Tomorrow is most here
I have yet to do
yesterday
17/01/19 Vista, South Australia
60. The most creative way to die
Is to live
Time will take care
of the end result
18/01/19 Vista, South Australia
61. The problem is that solutions are variables
Rolling Tumbling Catapulting
Triumphantly out of harmony
The sound less travelled
We need a sudden evolutionary leap
of futuristic random thoughts
to save our sorry asses
Not age-old tired solutions
An evolutionary leap
beyond the now knowable
post-knowledgeable universe
@ that point
#WeWillBeFree
18/01/19 Vista, South Australia
62. My dreams come true
My reflection
In your smile
18/01/19 Vista, South Australia
63. As I say every night
“If only I could live one more day”
The longer I say it
more days will be added
to what I say every night
18/01/
64. Life in the ruins
Memories of once-were-here
Heroes of then
Lovers of then
Chaperons of time
Watching over life in the ruins
That us
Without sight of then
Are unable to view
18/01/19 Vista, South Australia
65. Boring routine
Breathe in
Breathe out
If we stop
No longer
To be bored
19/01/19 Vista, South Australia
66. Multiple expectations
gives choice to disappointment
Tick the boxes for greatest joy
Tick the boxes for deepest sorrow
Let the wind blow
Rain fall
Past seasons pass
Forward motion
Expectations like disappointments
all a waste of time
19/01/
67. So dark the thought
even shadows fail to shimmer
But once long ago
I thought I saw in the furthest distance
a light shine
Though possibly
I was wrong
So dark the thought
that blankets me always
19/01/19 Vista, South Australia
68. So much effort to get approval
Life’s long race to the end
When everyone else seeks approval too
And as we die
We realise that too
19/01/
69. My favourite losing team
Lost again
Time to celebrate
being the best at something
Like dying
When we realise we too
are on the losing team
That of life
Evolution’s winning card
For losers
19/01/19 Vista, South Australia
70. The opening line for my grand entry
“she was the door that I tried to pry open”
“me too”
as it closed
So out of sync my heart stents popped
And neither did she
19/01/19 Vista, South Australia
71. Naked hungry morning
stretched across a willing horizon
Sun rises
replacing night’s early departure
Rain begins
Wind laughs
Heat rises
What a fulfilling day
is coming my way
20/01/19 Vista, South Australia
72. Fading fickle fast fun
So reminiscent of once we were
All so serious now
The world has become a bit of a drag
Generation XYZ
gasping grasping
on dwindling oxygen
due to us Baby Boomers
having so much Fading fickle fast fun
when we were their age
They have social media
We had life
20/01/19 Vista, South Australia
73. Loss of humour
Loss of innocence
Loss of living
Life’s loss too many pieces of the puzzle
To ever be loose and free again
20/01/19 Vista, South Australia
74. I write about what does not concern me
to keep my prying eyes
from seeing what should concern me
if only it did
20/01/19 Vista, South Australia
75. Not much relief
Release Please Louise
We’ve fallen through the cracks
Deleted in the cloud
Giving all the relief I want
21/01/19 Vista, South Australia
76. My body does not function
like it once did in the cartoons
I have been replaced by an app
Disabled by decree
Left bleeding real cartoon blood
in the cloud
Unable to control my code
Scrambled injustice
Wasting away
as just another failed narrative
21/01/19 Vista, South Australia
77. Melting mangled memories
in the Outback Sun
Erosion of the soul
Such fertile ground
to begin tomorrow upon
21/01/19 Vista, South Australia
78. Seven and a half billion losers
currently on earth
Not a one will win
The game of life
21/01/19 Vista, South Australia
79. Your escaping love
The zoo of humanity
was never going to cage you in
22/01/19 Vista, South Australia
80. I am uncomfortable with past dead lovers
stalking me
Saying “me too”
When do we ever become free
22/01/19 Vista, South Australia
81. Melting love dissolving frozen precautions
as excitement often does
22/01/19 Vista, South Australia 82. I came across a robot
down on her luck
no one remembered
to recharge him
22/01/19 Vista, South Australia
83. I searched the internet
to see if you were still alive
All I found were memories of searches
for the past twenty years
23/01/19 Vista, South Australia
84. Race to betterness
Now that the problem has been revealed
Reconciled
Time to hide from consequences
Racing to a better time
Waking with you again
23/01/19 Vista, South Australia
85. The world on automatic pilot
No super hero
serving pizza and drinks
No saviour
kissing dying babies
No prostitutes
serving pleasure on toast
No master teacher
sharing a bed of roses
We have only ourselves
to pour a glass of milk
23/01/19 Vista, South Australia
86. Such gambles could never succeed
without the help of ignorance
The fool’s game
Such a winning streak
Seas of indifference
Skies of injustice
A flip of luck gives life
a random shot at success
The rest of the time everything
is evolution’s waste bin
filter filler
24/01/19 Vista, South Australia
87. My beauty secret is to close my eyes
so I don’t see any blemishes
of me
reflected in your eyes
24/01/19 Vista, South Australia
88. While travelling through a space between thoughts
I was swept away by a madding mix of colours
humming an incoherent ancient chant
Common before the burst of life on earth
Then the next thought came
drowning out the space I was travelling in
Without explanation
24/01/19 Vista, South Australia
89. Today settled into a preposterous marvel of undoing-ness
Possibilities that indeed had no existence rights
So I scratched the day from my calendar
Putting concepts of time into the rightful place
of collapsing irregularities of continuance
Giving us all a moment of unknowing rejoicefulness
25/01/19 Vista, South Australia
90. Conversation intentions
misunderstood by passing viewers
give pause to reflect
25/01/19 Vista, South Australia
91. Only our lack of imagination prevents us
from knowing why
British rabbits take milk in their tea
25/01/19 Vista, South Australia
92. Surprisingly simple solution solves
what could have been ignored
if enough time passed
and the circus was in town
Meteorites hit earth
Love came to town
None of that came true
No simple solutions
Just broken mirrors crashing to the ground
26/01/19 Vista, South Australia
93. We waited until the end
to realise the beginning made no sense
The plug needs to be pulled
so the future has no more bad endings
26/01/19 Vista, South Australia
94. Misplaced affections killed a brown dog
Breaking metaphors
Scattered rubble
Meaning sucks
As do misplaced metaphors
And misplaced affections
26/01/19 Vista, South Australia
95. I put up an imaginary wall
to keep out invisible terrorists
who dream of fucking
with my imagination
26/01/19 Vista, South Australia
96. I was hoping to keep all my marbles by my mid-70s
But they keep rolling away
One by one
Leaving none
for when I get to the finish line
26/01/19 Vista, South Australia
97. I was so young five years ago
Surfing big waves
Hiking Himalayas
Trending with millenniums at discos
Keeping secrets in Vegas
Strutting through Muscle Beach
Mixing with A-celebrities
Meditating with the Dalai Lama
Happy now to be sleeping
in the alley and counting blessings once again
27/01/19 Vista, South Australia
98. If we are unable to lie to ourselves
We’ll never be believed by others
27/01/19 Vista, South Australia
99. Talented people rolling down a hill
@ the bottom they all went splat
No one ever to know
What their talent was
28/01/19 Vista, South Australia
100. Circus clown devoid of metaphors
No one knew where to laugh
Like love on the rocks
Hail Marys for Muslims
Life as a hoax
We would be free
if only we knew what it meant
28/01/19 Vista, South Australia
101. Easy times we live in
So many forms of escape
Imaginary friends now called Facebook friends
When reality’s ugly truth appears
change channels
Whatever we want appears at our door
from anywhere in the world
Love is but a click away
come and gone
Easy times we live in
29/01/19 Vista, South Australia
102. Tomorrow’s disasters already replaced
by the dwelling in yesterday’s memory
as protection in times of other’s needs
29/01/19 Vista, South Australia
103. Lonely lost loopy wolf
howling at the street light
believing it to be a full moon
and here we are laughing
at the president
in his confusion
29/01/19 Vista, South Australia
104. The faster I run
the slower becomes the road
less travelled
If ever I slow
then the road will race by
Leaving me as dust
29/01/19 Vista, South Australia
105. I did not waste time acquiring your love
I wasted time not keeping it
Shadows grow deep
Darkness encloses
Memory’s chains broken
wasted time to be erased
replaced by remembering
when we acquired love
30/01/19 Vista, South Australia
106. Our love endured
until I met her anthropomorphic parents
a tree and a shirt
from somewhere north of the constellation of Andromeda
who concerned for my alien nature
disintegrated
Tonight alone
30/01/19 Vista, South Australia
107. I saw you outside my window looking in
An unsure smile
frosting the glass
Tears freezing as pearls of regret
I pull across curtains
You vanish
Why has it taken so long
30/01/19 Vista, South Australia
108. Comic book characters hide under my bed
until I am asleep
when they come out to play
taking me with them
rescuing fallen inhabitants of the night
As the sun comes up
they go back
Leaving me alone
to tell you our adventures
31/01/19 Vista, South Australia
109. Unable to be rescued
we slip into the pretend world of reality
where miracles disappear
Beliefs are disproven
Hope a bully worthy of punishment
Unable to be rescued
we finally become free
31/01/19 Vista, South Australia
110. I so desired you fifty years ago
Now we are feeble wrinkled stooped forgetful
Lust has turned to rust
Time has done us in
Fortunately we are both dead
Or I would be most upset
31/01/19 Vista, South Australia
111. If only I could remember tomorrow
Today would be easier
to forget
01/02/19 Vista, South Australia
112. Lost control
Freedom’s holiday
Remarkable changes
Long sings the wind
Clouds wishful truce
Before we commanded it all
All was not a part
Lost control
Tomorrow may never be
01/02/19 Vista, South Australia
113. When I was one with God
I was too young
to know
I didn’t have to be
01/02/19 Vista, South Australia
114. If love goes viral will anyone like it
When all stop tweeting
will the birds remind us they did it first
If hacking becomes boring
will be forced to talk with one another
If I stop writing
Will you stop pretending
to be reading
01/02/19 Vista, South Australia
115. I take my performance cues from the wind
rushing past thought of you
and who we would have become
if I had not taken my cues from the wind
01/02/19 Vista, South Australia
116. Often imagining what is not
Makes now so manageable
The disappeared appears
Hazy visibility shows you
lost on a distant trail
The light reflecting off rainbows
Points
I follow
Imagining what is not
Is so easy
When it is you
01/02/19 Vista, South Australia
117. I hate words
they make the sound of love
impossible
02/02/19 Vista, South Australia
118. Skipped so many pages
I fell to the surface
as a lost place
without a purpose
02/02/19 Vista, South Australia
119. I dug a hole in my backyard
There was nothing to say about it
Neighbours could not advise
I filled it with water
giving a full moon in Leo her reflection
King Arthur sailed across
Wildlife drank of it
Cleopatra bathed
Fish and mermaids
Loch Ness
Jung analysed
A narcistic mayor drowned
Saint Terrell baptised
The president vetoed it
I became stressed
filled the hole with reason
Now back to normal
I regret no longer
having the hole in my yard
02/02/19 Vista, South Australia
120. Out here again
wilderness dreaming
How different love whispers
when imagination is set loose
Echoes of moon light reflecting peace on earth
No one listening
We’ll all die together
03/02/19 Vista, South Australia
121. Such a barrier
Our mind
Filtering noise
Transforming clutter
into quiet repose
No longer to hear
screaming multitudes
baying at the streetlight
Insanity is so peaceful
03/02/19 Vista, South Australia
122. She unfriended me
as darkness swallows me
and my service provider
told me to fuck off
Leaving me such golden opportunity
to communicate with the wildlife
in this jungle
I call my life
03/02/19 Vista, South Australia
123. Censored romance
giving lustful perversion
such purity
no one dares to care
03/02/19 Vista, South Australia
124. You are so close
Only forty-years ago
Away
To say
You still are so close
03/02/19 Vista, South Australia
125. I watched my mind slip away
Replaced by a babbling brook
that called my name
With your voice always so close
never in reach
Like you were before my mind
slipped away
03/02/19 Vista, South Australia
126. I hoped the dead feel guilt
so I am not alone to regret
throwing your ashes into the Pacific
rather than the Atlantic
And that you chose
to turn your life into ashes
to begin with
03/02/19 Vista, South Australia
127. Taste of you melting
in the early morning rain
Proving global warming
is here to stay
04/02/19 Vista, South Australia
128. Too crowded these thoughts
fill my brain
no room to spread wings
and free myself
of such wind-crossed mind-chatter
04/02/19 Vista, South Australia
129. I became your memory valet
until I forgot where I parked
these dampened darkened disappearing thoughts
04/02/19 Vista, South Australia
130. Social evolution is advancing so rapidly
we will be equal to Neanderthal society
in a few thousand years
04/02/19 Vista, South Australia
131. We quickly forget the losers
Unaware that without them
the winners would not be jumping up and down
in the middle of the field
Being the reason I lose so gracefully
to give love a chance to win so often
04/02/19 Vista, South Australia
132. I keep reliving the past
More glorious than the time before
Edited memories in a bag
Filling each day with so much joy
and tomorrow with so much awe
Knowing I will remember the past
even better
04/02/19 Vista, South Australia
133. I completed my life story
Narrated start to finish
Confusing stuff
Wished hadn’t happened stuff
Cool, fun, groovy, sanctified, strange stuff
Woke this morning
The finish isn’t yet
not sure when
need to think through the sequel
to when it is finished
How will I know
Who will care
Who will ‘like’
Completed life stories
burning in the wind
05/02/19 Vista, South Australia
134. If I thought then
what I think now
I wouldn’t be who I am now
so what would be the point
05/02/19 Vista, South Australia
135. I found love at the edge of time
Now there is none left
to celebrate my discovery
05/02/19 Vista, South Australia
136. I dress up in old dreams
go to town
Pretend it is my life
then slowly become fractured
as the night suffocates
all around me
05/02/19 Vista, South Australia
137. Today I felt as insignificant as a millennial
lost in social media
with no feasible hashtag
05/02/19 Vista, South Australia
138. @ the junction of love & ?
The players lined up
Losers/Winners
Not realizing which way to go
Navigation by wishful thing
I chose to go back
No one followed
Lucky me
A tornado obliterated the junction of love & ?
#OMG
Leaving me free not to choose
Yet to live
In destiny’s dustbin
06/02/19 Vista, South Australia
139. Another night of frustration
I don’t know why I bother
rearrange the stars
in the sky each night
They always return
to where they were
How frustrating it is
being god
06/02/19 Vista, South Australia
140. I liked it better when everyone believed
the earth orbited the sun
the earth was flat
sea serpents
dragons spitting fire
unicorns
magic
Santa Clause
angels
Zeus
You and me
still together
06/02/19 Vista, South Australia
141. I reached my quota of dreams come true
two thoughts before waking up
Now I am left
recycling yesterday’s dirty dreams
06/02/19 Vista, South Australia
142. Circulation of suspected results
Rhythmic indulgence
How ambitious is worthlessness
Holes of reason
whispered passwords
the key to success swept away by the storm
Still we have until the end of time
Suspected circulation
finally come-around
07/02/19 Vista, South Australia
143. I rewrote my life-story
Making me the character hiding
beneath the bridge
Waving at the strangeness
of who I once was
07/02/19 Vista, South Australia
144. A lifetime of gathered wisdom
tossed to the wind
falling to earth
Like seeds in shit
sprouting uselessness
in the noonday sun
07/02/19 Vista, South Australia
145. Ultra-cool millennials
playing hashtag charades
as their progressive porno-selves
pad their numbers
Who needs love
With so many “likes”
Reposting roulette
Death is but a delete away
07/02/19 Vista, South Australia
146. Snarling tangling racy DREAMS
You and I
outrunning
another naked morning
08/02/19 Vista, South Australia
147. Desert dessert
Love in the Outback
If the wildlife doesn’t kill us
desire will
All the dangers of desert dessert
and love in the sun
08/02/19 Vista, South Australia
148. I rushed to the end of the paragraph
starting a new chapter
in which I am no longer the villain
as I was in the earlier failed narrative
08/02/19 Vista, South Australia
149. I heard she was losing her mind
or was it just the part
where she forgot me
Holes in memory
of when I was the one
never to forget
08/02/19 Vista, South Australia
150. Now filled with empty spaces
My land-of-dreams
Vacated
Waiting for one last hero
to save any remaining reoccurring sphere of hope
to fill my places
empty spaces
08/02/19 Vista, South Australia
150. Now filled with empty spaces
My land-of-dreams
Vacated
Waiting for one last hero
to save any remaining reoccurring sphere of hope
to fill my places
empty spaces
08/02/19 Vista, South Australia
151. Delusion is my only friend
If only I could get others
(the multitudes in particular)
to have the same friend
life would make sense
instead of this constant out-of-harmony me
chasing the shadows I hide behind
09/02/19 Vista, South Australia
152. Vision spread across lover’s frozen landscape
To see is to desire
To see is to wish for
To see is to die for
What good then is love
Fleeting feelings
Frozen memories
Thawed landscape
Let the rains fall
Love washes away
Close eyes
Nothing remains to be seen
09/02/19 Vista, South Australia
153. So many trendy new techniques
evolution’s delusion
yet the same sun-rising morning
still shines on the old old earth
giving rise to speculation that today
will be similar to yesterday
seen with new eyes
again
09/02/19 Vista, South Australia
154. All my pages fell to the ground
Words rolling into the sea
Seagulls smearing images
that could have been you
Ants carrying letters
creating structures to protect their future
from random winds
Now I see the era of pages
is over for us
and with it any hope of meaning
10/02/19 Vista, South Australia
155. I changed my looks
replicating a statue
I once read about
but like me
never saw
10/02/19 Vista, South Australia
156. Unfinished thoughts lined up at the station
waiting for the express to nowhere
to run over them
10/02/19 Vista, South Australia
157. I am so good at hiding
that success has
eluded me
deluded me
by-passed me
avoided me
Saving myself from drowning
in the murky darkened bloody sea of success
do to never having learned to swim
What a success I am
10/02/19 Vista, South Australia
158. I got bored being right
all the time
Now I am no longer bored
10/02/19 Vista, South Australia
159. She explained the joke
before telling it
Now we are drowning in love
Laughter will need to wait
until another life-time
10/02/19 Vista, South Australia
160. So quiet here
only the movement of the moon
interrupts
Shifty orbs in space
trying their influence
Celestial bodies laughing
beyond our understanding
If only we knew
why
life on earth
would not be such a puzzle
11/02/19 Maitland, Yorke Peninsula, South Australia - caravan camping
161. Such a glorious beginning
fading to rubble
the night is a conniving whore
Leaving us as shredded beggars
Screaming at morning
to go away
Like she did to me
11/02/19 Maitland, Yorke Peninsula, South Australia - caravan camping
162. I threw caution to the wind
Now it is banging at my window
Like you did
when I threw caution
at the wind
11/02/19 Maitland, Yorke Peninsula, South Australia - caravan camping
163. I knew it was you
@ my door
Sirens
Screams
Wailings
Pleas
Fear is its own reward
If only I had opened the door
to let in the neighbour’s dog
my vivid dreams
would have been rebuked
11/02/19 Maitland, Yorke Peninsula, South Australia - caravan camping
164. Flipping flopping annoying foreign feelings
Forget freedom
All so strange
Rearrange
Directions selections
Watching the seashore
low-tide retraction
Nothing found
Vague feelings
All so foreign in a flipping floppy sunset
12/02/19 Moonta, Yorke Peninsula, South Australia - caravan camping
165. South Australia country air
Yorke Peninsula so far from news headlines
Blocked suffrage of humanity
Looking around small town
Oasis in a destructive world
Lone-star in a broken galaxy
Billions of years of evolution
Nothing has changed
as long as I don’t put on
media that would indicate a troubled world
outside of this country-town
12/02/19 Moonta, Yorke Peninsula, South Australia - caravan camping
166. The change has come
no longer the same
out with the recognizable
time to be the party-animals
we have been 3D-printed to be
12/02/19 Moonta, Yorke Peninsula, South Australia - caravan camping
167. Nanotechnology may never replace
my love for you
While chocolate
Coffee
Aged scotch
Baltic cruise
Fancy shoes
Circus clowns
All such replacements
set aside
for love of you
12/02/19 Moonta, Yorke Peninsula, South Australia - caravan camping
168. Another sunset
making me realise
I have one less day of life
to see another sunset
12/02/19 Moonta, Yorke Peninsula, South Australia - caravan camping
169. I am just starting to get the hang of living on earth at 71
Which seems unfair to millennials
who have so far to go
before getting to a time
when there is nothing left
12/02/19 Moonta, Yorke Peninsula, South Australia - caravan camping
170. In the midst of somewhere
No one knew
Bells rang
Birds sang
Nothing of note happened
So glad we are to be told
Somewhere unknown
something happened
This wasn’t it
13/02/19 Moonta, Yorke Peninsula, South Australia - caravan camping
171. She got a flat tyre today
The invention of the wheel
not so great
Doesn’t get us as far
not even to the edge of town
Perhaps the discovery of love
will get us further
13/02/19 Moonta, Yorke Peninsula, South Australia - caravan camping
172. Life in the 1800s was so difficult
No one used #hashtags
properly
Which explains
why no one is still alive
from the 1800s
13/02/19 Moonta, Yorke Peninsula, South Australia - caravan camping
173. How exhausting love is
though peaceful in its turbulence
Sun blushes
Quickly hiding
behind sleepy horizon
Without you
I would not want to wake tomorrow
continuing in your exhausting love
14/02/19 Moonta, Yorke Peninsula, South Australia - caravan camping
174. Finally arriving flowing past
No stopping involved
The lame believes in their direction
Faltering at the starting line
Automation strangles the faint of heart
never arriving
just screaming “we have”
Where flies the time
when no one watches
Finally arriving
the chosen lucky lame falls
gracefully
over the cliffs of time
We applaud their tenacity
14/02/19 Moonta, Yorke Peninsula, South Australia - caravan camping
175. I often go the wrong direction
testing nerves of those believing they are on the right course
Swerve swerve
Your demise
My victory
Hear how winds howl?
That is my laughter
I am the Bully-God of rectification
for those on the right path
to divert to my wrong path
Don’t applaud me
Your demise
My victory
14/02/19 Moonta, Yorke Peninsula, South Australia - caravan camping
176. I trained myself
as if an ill-tempered dog
Has broken loose
Ravaged the town
Setting inmates free
Letting politicians run amok
I bombed places of worship
No child will be dammed on my watch
I unleashed abnormal passions
Broke the chains of the pious
At the end of the day
I am clueless to why I am
an ill-tempered dog
Too righteous to be trained
15/02/19 Adelaide, South Australia
177. Rocking rolling riotous thunder/lightning
Another session of meditation
Backfiring on me
15/02/19 Adelaide, South Australia
178. No animals should be given rights
until they can tweet
and hit the “like” tab
15/02/19 Adelaide, South Australia
179. Pity the unresolved ego
in flight
with no audience
May the Lord of Darkness
forever shield her away
Preventing torture
of the unresolved ego
15/02/19 Adelaide, South Australia
180. I lost my place in my narrative
Now I will never know
how my life turned out
15/02/19 Adelaide, South Australia
181. I saw the future rushing toward me
So I hid behind several previous broken promises
It passed me
Like life in the past Fast Passing Pasts
Once again leaving me
to wonder why
15/02/19 Adelaide, South Australia
182. Goals set into motion
never to be achieved
only challenged
‘if only could but’
Little else rationalised
So much hoped for
Life in the fast lane
on a broken dirt road
Trophies of goals
laying broken in dust storms
of what could be
Never realised
15/02/19 Adelaide, South Australia
183. They cut the cake
cherubs flew out
across the dance floor
mingling with the chosen
as well as native animals, flora, tropical heat
Newly wed
feeling special
unique in this time in Australia
Such a night to be living
in reverse
16/02/19 Adelaide, South Australia
184. So much beauty
all the world gone pretty
But for we hard-core-men
We will just wink
say ‘not bad’
while fighting all these wars
16/02/19 Adelaide, South Australia
185. Such a diverse world
Today I saw a wombat driving a Ford
Another marsupial on a Japanese computer
Reflections getting married
Australia is so diverse
The reflection was a seagull in flight
16/02/19 Adelaide, South Australia
186. Once the dust settled
easy to see the moon
So they would know
I did not howl in vein
17/02/19 Adelaide, South Australia
187. To be at that place in life
with nothing left to achieve
But to die with dignity
Gives roadkill a hoped-for future
Like us
17/02/19 Adelaide, South Australia
188. What if we have been lied to all along
We have fake lives
on a fake planet
with our only salvation being
the saviour seagull
we killed
ate for dinner
That would be
a real emergency
17/02/19 Adelaide, South Australia
189. I spend my days in the desert
screaming at my shadows
knowing they will never return
the favour
17/02/19 Adelaide, South Australia
190. I like going to sleep
knowing I won’t wake tomorrow
When I do
Being surprised
I remember yesterday
17/02/19 Adelaide, South Australia
191. I threw dreams upward
landing in clouds
Falling as fragmented rain
for us to wake in
For today’s viral challenge
17/02/19 Adelaide, South Australia
192. At the party
a 74-year-old asked me for wisdom
I explained as I was but a mere 71
that I was still in my millennial stage of life
Meaning I know no more
than broken nonsense
gleamed from social media
17/02/19 Adelaide, South Australia
193. These days all so temperamental
Planet vibrations grating against prevailing wisdom
When out-to-lunch
don’t be swayed by talk of more
or beliefs of wisdom being shared
Randomness is life
All else is bad marketing
18/02/19 Adelaide, South Australia
194. Rainbows are nature’s way
of saying gayness is OK
And that meaning is circumvented
by rambling metaphors
falling from the sky
18/02/19 Adelaide, South Australia
195. Dinosaurs became extinct
due to the lack of Wi-Fi
Humans became extinct
too much Wi-Fi
18/02/19 Adelaide, South Australia
196. Old-age is little different
than stoned-drunk-chaotic adolescence
Maybe even more fun
When random incoherency
is accepted, respected, neglected
@ the end of the day
Life is one big trip
18/02/19 Adelaide, South Australia
197. Every night I go to bed
Write a few stupid thoughts
Close my book until morning
when I read the shit I wrote the night before
and think ‘what the fuck was I thinking’
Nevertheless this is a good routine
Exercise for my brain
Food for thought
Diarrhea for the soul
18/02/19 Adelaide, South Australia
198. I have been contemplating
what I should say at my funeral
Then I think well, maybe I won’t attend
Instead I will invite my family and friends
to have a drink with me at the pub
18/02/19 Adelaide, South Australia
199. I love being at this place
Between Content ~ Unfilled
Controlled & Random
High & Low
Fast & Slow
Hungry & Full
Start & Finish
Sobriety & Not
Alive & Dead
either or
the only possibility for now
19/02/19 Adelaide, South Australia
200. Being a minor performer
living a minimal life
on an unimportant planet
in a distant dull diminishing galaxy
has provided much incentive
to get drunk
19/02/19 Adelaide, South Australia
201. While pretending to be a robot
I was hacked
Explaining my behaviour
as an adolescent
soon after turning 70
If I could have charged my batteries
before being hacked
preventing my falling asleep
while making love once again
would be explained
19/02/19 Adelaide, South Australia
202. How far the distance
memory shadows invoke
So closely
far away
Within reach
We touch
as if we are close
No
We know
How far the distance
Never again
Reachable
20/02/19 Adelaide, South Australia
203. Love is a placebo
memories yet to perform
Remove the spotlight
Secrets shall reveal
Love is a placebo
20/02/19 Adelaide, South Australia
204. Love sliding across thin ice
Once winter thaws
I will swim to your shores
If borrowed time
doesn’t drown me first
20/02/19 Adelaide, South Australia
205. I revisited the space
in which you closed the door
on me
The pain of never having it open again
envelopes me
Such a deep fog
Surrender has always been
my weapon of choice
Defeat my gain
You closing the door
made me free again
To feel pain
In this space
revisited
20/02/19 Adelaide, South Australia
206. Cemetery of broken dreams
grave memories of what should have been
I welcome sleep
transported elsewhere
In this place no one sees my dancing alone
21/02/19 Adelaide, South Australia
207. What a wasted day
Sun rose Moon rose
Rainbows clouds flowers
Whispers of nature
So much out there
I missed it all
Too busy wasting the day
21/02/19 Adelaide, South Australia
208. Angels living in a fantasyland
believing we believe in them
when in fact we are non-believing shadows
selling hope on street corners
like any dying addict would
21/02/19 Adelaide, South Australia
209. Grim is the night
when laughter is muffled
love put on hold
meals are molested
farm animals run off
joining the circus
setup in the town square
Grim is the night
when loneliness is traded
for a drum solo
no one wants to hear
Pass the beer
while I tell you stories
of my youth
in the grim of the night
21/02/19 Adelaide, South Australia
210. Stories invented explaining life
Before stories freedoms abound
Consciousness merely a ploy
social politeness to get laid
To believe nothing
a most lofty goal
achieved by few
The already dead
left behind
floundering to live
until we die
without explanation
22/02/19 Adelaide, South Australia
211. Life so serious
How boring survival has become
Joy is an endangered species
Laughter extinct
Love so rare scientist spend fortunes to prove it exists
Life so serious
I will sit in the alley and cry
22/02/19 Adelaide, South Australia
212. I got lost today
Wrong direction
Maps led me astray
Nothing familiar
Sounds, Smells, Sights so strange
I had my hat on
Sunglasses too
So lost
and I never got out of the house
22/02/19 Adelaide, South Australia
213. @ the dinner party no one died
of food poisoning
Political misunderstand
left alongside the road
as road-kill
People laughed at my jokes
funny or not
So successful was our dinner party
they fell to sleep before dessert
23/02/19 Adelaide, South Australia
214. Dairy cow at my window
farting up a storm
taking no responsibility for global warming
Convicted without trial
Rising seas for rising milk
23/02/19 Adelaide, South Australia
215. We all achieved so much today
that all in the future
will seem like nothing at all
just a blur in the wind
passages of time
like life itself
What is left
is today’s achievement
Nothing else to be mentioned
23/02/19 Adelaide, South Australia
216. Love involves
Revolves
Dissolves
What a senseless passage
Love is
23/02/19 Adelaide, South Australia
217. If only I can survive
to the end of this poem
I will be thankful for the evolution of the Milky Way galaxy
And some other shit
23/02/19 Adelaide, South Australia
218. Shapes, sighs, shadows
Such sights
Strangely stalking
A night without you
Who could it be
Enough to frighten me
into submission
if I should awaken
chased by such shape sighs shadows
as I am
each night without you
24/02/19 Adelaide, South Australia
219. I have I-wish-I-wasn’t-me
disorder syndrome
With no cure available
Unless I surrender
Become the roo in the zoo
I was born to be
24/02/19 Adelaide, South Australia
220. Real men don’t write poetry
They are too busy
Picking pansies
To give to mum
For breastfeeding them so long
24/02/19 Adelaide, South Australia
221. All the troubles of the world
like grains of sand on the beach
for children to scoop up
making castles of
And the adults
never make the connection
24/02/19 Adelaide, South Australia
222. Comedians at the bus stop
Writing jokes for next show
as if we didn’t see
how funny life in the ghetto
already is
25/02/19 Adelaide, South Australia
223. No one could pronounce my name
at the Oscars
easily explaining
why I was not nominated
in ‘Best Dreamer ‘category
25/02/19 Adelaide, South Australia
224. Happiness stuck out her foot
tripping me
laughing as I tumbled over the ravine
Leaving me as splinters
If only I had believed in her
to begin with
I would have died
a happy man
25/02/19 Adelaide, South Australia
225. Samples of love
So many flavours at the brothel
Next time
make it a main course of love
for a dollar
25/02/19 Adelaide, South Australia
226. I stopped meditation
Mindfulness was interfering
with my stream of perverted thoughts
that had become a satisfying torrent
Until I meditated
Now I forget too quickly
which possible lover
I had seen downtown
that was in surrender to me
before I meditated
25/02/19 Adelaide, South Australia
227. All aboard
Sinking passages of thoughts
swept away
No land in sight
In the distance
the future hides
beneath horizon’s skirts
Mermaids, Sharks, surfers
what a time to be lost at sea
26/02/19 P & O Pacific Eden, Southern Ocean, Australia
228. Fake Broadway shows
lights, illusions, millennials bouncing on stage
We Baby Boomers think they are shit
Australia such wannabes
still the show was good
We are far out to sea
Nothing could be better
26/02/19 P & O Pacific Eden, Southern Ocean, Australia
229. Too much of a good thing
think I will save the rest
for tomorrow
Enjoying now
Too much of a good thing
25/02/19 Adelaide, South Australia
230. Some is best left unsaid
soon after hearing what that
is listen for me
not to pass it on
26/02/19 P & O Pacific Eden, Southern Ocean, Australia
231. No time was made to arrange time
to be
Cloistered visions
Narrow interpretation of what
where when
Otherwise
Fuck you
27/02/19 P & O Pacific Eden, Southern Ocean, Australia
232. Still at sea
I love it here
Land has always been such an issue
When global warming melts
ice-cubes floods land
How wonderful being all at sea
Truly will be
27/02/19 Adelaide, South Australia
233. So many thrills
Sitting at the window sill
Watching my reflection dissolve
without a trace
Meaning to life
vaporizing in another failed sunset
27/02/19 P & O Pacific Eden, Southern Ocean, Australia
234. If love were as I imagined it to be
Never would I have been born
But instead in
another dimension
no one would ever see
I would dance in sensual dreams
At my mother’s funeral
27/02/19 P & O Pacific Eden, Southern Ocean, Australia
235. If only this sleeping pill would take affect
I would stop stressing
Being hungry and so awake
Oh shit!
I am too drowsy
To finish what I think
I was saying
27/02/19 P & O Pacific Eden, Southern Ocean, Australia
236. Such a night never forgotten
‘till tomorrow replaces such a night
This was
Before After
Tumbling moments
Movements
Dreams over board
Sound the alarm
Weigh anchor
Sunken treasures
Sunken times
What else can we call love through this night
Never forgotten
28/02/19 P & O Pacific Eden, Southern Ocean, Australia
237. I write pornographic poems to my hair
My hair no longer cares
Having heard them all before
Close the bloody door
What a nightmare
Is my hair
Looking like a country fair
of which no one cares
To hear more
So there
27/02/19 P & O Pacific Eden, Southern Ocean, Australia
238. Slip shape sailing southern summer
Empty decks
Dreaming freely far from snore
And the night before
Remembered so well
Out to sea
Never to land
01/03/19 P & O Pacific Eden, Southern Ocean, Australia
239. Visions of Christopher Columbus
Parting waves
Chasing horizons
First sight of birds
Land nearby
Excitement mounts
What will be ahead
Broadway shows
Loose women in Times Square
Wi-Fi reception
4G 5G Gee-whiz
Basketball, football, hockey, baseball
McDonalds after months of plain cruise buffets In 1492 Christopher sailed the ocean blue
537-years-ago
And again today
Visions of new horizons
01/03/19 P & O Pacific Eden, Southern Ocean, Australia
240. My mother was the greatest magician
I never got to see
Disappearing soon after my birth
Leaving me with troubled thoughts
vivid imagination
searching soul
destined to always be lost
She left me no message
no forwarding address
no treasure map at the end of the road
I looked for her
She didn’t look for me
So now at age 71
I will stop looking on social media
for her
and delete my hashtag
#HeyMumWhereTheFuckAreYou
01/03/19 P & O Pacific Eden, Southern Ocean, Australia
241. Such strange creatures we stumbling humans are
Extinction will give the future
a clean slate
to begin anew yippie
01/03/19 P & O Pacific Eden, Southern Ocean, Australia
242. Winners all of us
Losers all of us
Odds vs. evens
Broken codes
Splintered across time
Your love the only constant
No value assessed
02/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
243. We always knew there would be a time
We no longer existed
but to have declared it is in the past
makes the future difficult
The present non-existent
02/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
244. Another day of rising temperature
A phenomena they say on the news
A generational event
Something for the history books
Though I know
it is just another morning waking with you
02/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
245. Social media sluts
Putting out for viral love
Trolling challenges in this hastened space
So easy to shut it all down
I turn off
Tune out
Drop out
Forest bathing
While replicating social media sluts
run rampant beyond my likes
03/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
246. I looked up saying with meaning
If I had known so soon you would be dead
I would have acted differently
Brought you flowers
Written a sonnet or two
Dinner in your honour
Named a city, state, university, territory
after you
I would have drifted down the Potomac River with you
I look again
The statue of George Washington makes no response
All my words had fallen upon deaf years
Once again
03/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
247. So near the end
Saying more would satirize me
as a teller of stories
filled with mystery
Intrigue
Shit
03/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
248. I am so free of thought
I am unable
to complete
this one
03/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
249. My dream-state
is merging with my awake-stage
Conscious with unconscious
Sober with intoxicated
Night with day
Hunger with fulfillment
You with non-you
Practicality with looseness
Otherwise I do not have a clue
to why I am at this stage
03/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
250. Take away the questioner
Answers have no place in our uncivilized world
We like confusion
Smoke screens
Fuzzy brains
04/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
251. I have hit a vividly empty space
Nothing to be creative about
Time to pee on the lemon tree
Let nature solve riddles
The sea has washed away my sand castles
Poets burnt my good lines
Comedians fucked-up my punch lines
The queen no longer recognized me
Lovers do not remember my name
All the social sites have banned me
saying I am too boring
I will happily lose myself
into this empty space
so rapidly swallowing me
04/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
252. Quickly the pain increases
Decreases disappears
Reappears
We are all road-kill on the highway of life
I took a detour
Missed the toll-road
Authorities placed roadblocks
I grabbed onto a passing drone
Road-kill is not my style
The thought of it pains me so
So excuse me
Escaping in flight
This pain
05/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
253. @ first I panicked
Excited Fearful
@ the same time
Finding myself lost in a mirrored hall
@ the museum of lust always was to be a difficult explanation
for my long-ago departed ancestors
Fortunately my Freudian therapist
easily illustrated
I was feeling guilty for
losing my dog
Losing my way
Losing my mind
Losing my religion
Losing love
in the museum of lust
05/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
254. It takes more than a poem
to get laid
though I am not sure
what that is
05/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
255. My goal in life
is to become redundant
Anything more
is but a trophy
rusting in the snow
under your shadow
in the past
never to be
05/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
256. What God was trying to say is equally simple and complex
When saying to all humans everywhere
‘you are all fucking morons’
05/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
257. Oh look at the date
We died a decade ago
No one remembers us
No one gives a shit
No one knows it is OK
Nothing to worry about
Now that we are dead
05/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
258. Every night I put out
Milk and cookies for Santa Claus
Next morning only I see
Mouse droppings left
omens for a day ahead
Where once there was hope
now is shit
06/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
259. Echoes of laughter fill the storm
peace is for the weak
faint of heart will die
meditations give rotting brains
laughter in storms
the only salvation
06/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
260. If I knew what would happen next
I would put on my party hat
sing ‘God save the Queen’
On the way to gallows
06/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
261. So many directions
Alternatives
Scenarios
Dead ends
I think it best staying in bed
having a different dream
just for an analytical comparison
of what to do next
06/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
262. I did all the correct things
Ate organic shark fins
Gave left overs to the poor
Shared my shotgun with my suicidal neighbour
Gave out fake news while wearing religious garb
Cut down a forest making room for solar
Rode my bike to the brothel
Now that I am dead
I believe I did something wrong
06/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
263. I threw sentence structures against the wall
Run-on sentences broke
Scattering across the web
to be trampled by the illiterate elite
on their way to their next incoherent tweet
06/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
264. Mud is not the only ingredient in mudcake
Forever not the only line in love-forever
The end not a new beginning
Being lost is not next be being found
The end to this ramble
never cometh
06/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
265. In a sudden sustained coup
against my narratives
letters of the alphabet
conspired
succeeded
and formed text of nonsensical proportions
Attributing to me
their composure
making me an apparent fool
in non-literary sonnets of babbling structures
repeatedly loosened
on an uncaring populace
07/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
266. Not easy to race to the end of one’s life story
applaud death
go back to one’s story
then fill in the blank spaces
that detail the progression to the end
Though too often
I do it only to regret
what I had found
07/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
267. She had the body of a millennial
Mind of an adolescent
Excitement of a wild animal
Why else would I be smiling
Drooling
A baby-boomer fool
at the lingerie manikin
in the foreign shop window
07/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
268. They found a cure for what ails me
It is death
Multiple studies have concurred
it is effective and long lasting
07/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
269. Social media splinters time into chaos
That now we have adjusted to as reality
in the cloud in which we live
our glorious shallow fake lives
07/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
270. I wish I knew what became of her
She destabilized my world
Haunting me for eons
before vanishing far beyond
the gaze of search engines
constantly avoiding my endless requests
of ‘where did she go’
07/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
271. Upset with myself
Letting the world die
buried alive with meaningless tweets
We should have stopped the craziness
Let the printing press be in vogue
longer
Death through dumbness
It was inevitable
Soon after
Soon before
So soon it all ends
08/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
272. Human life
mere replacement therapy
for a broken-down planet
08/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
273. To sleep to sleep
Lined up dreams
stuck at the border
To dream asleep
To dream awake
Awake I control
Asleep I am controlled
At times I know not which am in
No doubt death so is too
08/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
274. Angels, Mermaids, Ghosts
tapping on my window
I close the curtains
Now at my door
they are creating a stir
I toss paint at my door
Being artists they all run away in disgust
Finally
I am alone
running naked through my dreams
08/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
275. When I was in my 20s
Being 70s seemed so forever away
Being in my 70s
being in my twenties
not far indeed
09/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
276. Shimmering shadows shade summer’s wonders
Fragrances frequently forecasts subtle sensual scents
Seasonal smells
Nature and other shit
What a wonderful time
To be alive
09/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
277. Vanquished fantasies
leaving us in a familiar embrace
Two superheroes racing through the night
Passion’s passing past
the ordinary
Leaving us as love’s sole survivors
Vanquished fantasies
frozen in time
09/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
278. The unexpected constantly explodes around me
leaving me as a wounded spectator
wishing to transcend reality
and to return to my once so perfect
uninterrupted dream state
09/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
279. Circus tent full of fools
So easy to blend in
When the magicians made us all disappear
I felt so alone
sitting in the circus tent
along the wind-swept shores
If life returns
I will no longer be a fool
10/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
280. In the audience of billions
no one noticed my shirt was on back-to-front
Causing me to wonder
whether I was even there
10/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
281. I traded my wisdom
for three magic beans Which I lost
Now I do not know
whether that was a wise thing to do
10/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
282. For malesonly
of whom I can speak
Sex in the morning
leaves nothing to think about
rest of the day
10/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
283. Reality tripped me up
laughing at me
as I lay sprawled
across the Icey pavement of life
I claimed reality-abuse
when all I ever wanted
was to love forever more
in my dream-laden fantasy world
10/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
284. Summer suddenly slithered south
leaving us huddled beneath radiant stars
giving no warmth
Not you
Your blanket of romantic mush
Poetic dribble
Passion fashion statements
left me all aglow
as any man would
Once realizing summer had fled
11/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
285. More than seven billion people
having hundreds of thoughts per day
Releasing trillions of thoughts a year
Only to be replaced by trillions of new thoughts
Making the odds of anyone having the same thought
as me
so possible
that I will stop thinking
and let them have those stupid thoughts
I was going to have
if I were to continue thinking
11/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
286. Life is a silly series of events
that we attach importance to
The sky turns blue
Cows begin to moo
I take off my shoe
There is nothing left to do
So the importance of our silly little lives
continues forward
11/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
287. I saw God sitting on a fence
with me on both sides
I called a farmer
She chopped down the fence
Now I don’t know which side I was on
God is gone
Probably never existed
As I go in search of a new remedy
To find myself
11/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
288. I filled time with waiting for you
That’s it
No time left
to complete what I was saying
11/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
289. Love off the shelf
Reading the label
Artificial sweeteners
Enhancers
Colours by the numbers
Brilliant packaging
Organic
Free-range
Sustainable
Two for one deal
I can’t wait to be genetically modified
by love tonight
12/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
290. At the museum
I saw a painting of me
from the 12th century
I was looking at the future
bewildered by the absence of all life
on earth
I wonder
what that could possibly mean
12/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
291. I am uncomfortable
with us needing to die
It makes regeneration
a waste of perfectly good resources
‘All shall not die But all shall be refreshed and go viral’
Now why didn’t god think of that
12/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
292. I spent fifty years blocking who I was
50 years ago
Now I realise I should have blocked
whom I would become
50 years later
50 years ago
12/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
293. I think I have changed
I no longer scream at the moon
Run naked through shopping centres
Make love to partially swim-suit clad manikins in store front windows
or dream of you
I just meditate and sleep all the time
contemplating the neurosis of change
12/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
294. All we think is out-of-date
soon after others have moved on in thought
Technology is dated before entering markets
Millennials are replaced by people who have brains
Tweets overwrite tweets
Fads tumbling over fads
Ashes supersede life
Yet love always is new
Nothing better will ever be
13/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
295. All I said today lost
Orphaned words
laying in gutters alleys crevices
Kicked by feral animals sneaking around in the dark
in search of meaning
Tomorrow I say nothing
Leave shadowy spaces empty
Then we will see how many weeping
ferals at my door
begging me to speak
once again
But I will not
Lessons must be beseeched
otherwise no one will listen
to me again
13/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
296. My tealeaves tarot cards astrology I Ching lines in my hand
all proclaimed me king of the castle
When will the rest of the world achieve equal understanding
Giving me a crown
throne
magical ring
castle
at least better drugs
alcohol
costumes
virtual reality
Even a good book to read
to verify my rightful position
in this alley I call your home
13/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
297. Kangaroo at my chamber window
enquiring what happens after death
I told him
You shall return in a fortnight as an Australian queen
We will build a monument
in the village square in your honour
Tourists from the Americas
will pay homage
Fresh flowers every day
I will write a balled
that children will sing in school
of your marvellous life in the bush
She looked at me
Smiled
Hopped in front of a road-train
Never knowing I had lied
14/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
298. I took a life-time of memories
piled them high
lit a match
Nothing could put out the flames
Yet when the smoke cleared
all there was left was tomorrow
Whatever was in the past
no longer is left to set free
except for me
14/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
299. She to me
more than I could perceive
Me to her
the joys of being a fool
unfolded
14/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
300. Sing out of key
Off focus
With no intent
Tomorrow still arrives
unheeded
15/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
301. We met as time ran out
@ a fork in the road
with both paths hidden
as a storm brewed
around us
surrounding us
Plastic foliage masquerading as promises
You dissipated
Vanished
As time ran out on this invisible path
I alone
wander
forever
15/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
302. I like being a Leo
It causes all other signs to appear flaky
Peasants in flight
Heaven’s losers
Cheap chocolate melting in a noonday sun
I like being a Leo
Knowing no one else does
Because they aren’t
15/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
303. The funny thing about life
is that it may be over five-minutes from now
We won’t be laughing
That is the funny part about life
15/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
304. So slow seeing sustainable substance
Quick to fly free forever
Off with the fairies they say
XYZ do you love me
ABC I will set you free
Down to earth is for feeble forgetting fools
I listened to a song writer today
His lyrics were shit
I threw my whisky at him
Smashed his guitar
I have no respect for poets
Fools everyone
If I was not in my 70s
I would join the army
Have a woman in every port
A port with every woman
But I am a bit feeble
Slow in the brain
Off with the fairies
But happy like any poet unknown is
Writing in the loo
16/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
305. When I was clever
I proclaimed clever
I lived clever
I projected clever
Now that I have matured
everything is ordinary
I project ordinary
I live ordinary
I proclaim ordinary
What a dickhead
I have become
16/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
306. People under forty-five are so boring
Their likes are shit
Their trendy ripped pants make them idiotic
Their OMG responses are OMG stupid
People under 45
will never be old and hip
like baby-boomers
because we will be dead
They will still be stupid
16/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
307. Social media monks sucked into web-nirvana
No way out
Vowed for life
Merging with digital annihilation
Social monks
All of us
16/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
308. You make me so happy
sitting in the clouds
above my dreams
waking me
to the wonders of being dead
17/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
308. You make me so happy
sitting in the clouds
above my dreams
waking me
to the wonders of being dead
17/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
309. So many people in town today
looking at their reflection
Shop windows filled with reflections
Nothing got sold
All the people just floated away
enthralled by their appearance
Hopefully if I should go to town tomorrow
they will all float back
and see me as being them
17/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
310. Every day I improve myself
Constantly creatively crafting
a better me
So when I die
I will be the best
I have been
though I will be unable
to critique
such improvement
when I die
17/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
311. Being alive is an unprovable myth
reposted and shared
by foreign agents
that don’t have a life
17/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
312. Human creativity is such a passing phase
Soon robots will write better constructions
with more implications
better styles
more accurate metaphors
more machine-romantic narratives
to bond ugly robots together
making humans pause to consider
what went wrong
17/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
313. I pulled out all the stops
Now realising nowhere to go
No pause and reflect
No new leaf
Not even a tree to hug
Wind weeps
Clouds scatter
Nature cringes
and the way to you
I no longer can find
19/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
314. Evolution of society
is faster than evolution
which too quickly
not much distance hence
Evolution will end
19/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
315. I dreamt the rain fell
As droplets of colour changing to glitter
Crystalizing as a castle
on a tropical shore
guarded by koalas in heat
Now I am stuck
in that castle with no Wi-Fi
Fearing to wake up
to find this is not a dream
19/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
316. Changed lines to be coherent
Organised
Believable
Changed lives to be coherent
Organised
Believable
Death is to be coherent
Organised
Believable
Fuck change
I will stay the same
20/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
317. I realised how old I am today
when I became fatigued
watching millennials
exercise, talk, interact
Lucky I am invisible
or they would become exhausted
watching me being fatigued
watching them
20/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
318. I went into the forest
Posed as a tree
My neighbour chopped me
up for firewood
Now I wish
I hadn’t
20/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
319. I danced with the wind
Sang with rain
Swam with mermaids
Made a mad unicorn laugh
early this morning
All before my psychiatric appointment
Proving how well I have become
since my treatments
have stopped my hallucinations
and crazy thoughts
20/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
320. All we ever wanted to do
was live long enough
to figure why we lived at all
No answers came
Theories were flung at us
A few knocked us over
Some had possibility
But when we die
Still no reason why we lived
Will be known
20/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
321. Death outlives life
Its achievements unknown
Its course not followable
Its treasures not sought
Death is without scandal
Without merit
Sides not taken
Lovers and winners equal
There is no glory
Importance advancements
In death all is equal
Life is but a minor aspect of death
21/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
322. Everyone around me so fast asleep
I slowly enter their dreams
steal what I can
then escape into the night
with buckets of dreams
to sell
at the foreign dream market
21/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
323. I texted Mother Mary
Re. her issue with no rooms available in Bethlehem
suggesting an Airbnb
I once stayed at
She wrote back that it would fuck up future narratives
So I de-friended her
and she had that baby in the ghetto anyway
and he became a bad ass
doing all sorts of crimes
and bad raps on the street corner
And that is it
Years later Paul re-spun the whole tale
with ever growing problems since
All because Mother Mary didn’t listen to me
2000 years later still no one listens
22/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
324. As a typical white privileged American male
I am not sorry for being born a winner
in a loser’s world
I have dedicated my life to being normal
Spending my days
laying on a tropical island
my nights dancing with young willing women
And to prove my sincerity in oneness
with those less fortunate
I will die and be forgotten
like all life
wherever it started
has its end
23/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
325. There are no lucky survivors
Matter-of-fact
No survivors @ all
No one has ever survived
Not us
Not a galaxy
Not a universe
Otherwise
there is so much to look forward to
23/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
326. Oh how we run
@ the break of change
Looming shadows of defeat
admissions of guilt
narrow narrative interrupted interpretations
Nothing stands
rolling collapsing fates
We were never intended to be of importance
Only the weak surround smiling villains
The rest of us keep on running
24/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
327. I tried to copyright the moment
I met you
preventing others
from using the captured pleasures
I tasted
in a less than frivolous manner
But the moment went viral
Now everyone
foaming with desire
is chasing me over the edge
Pushed by a sensual angry wind
out to get me
24/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
328. I too was surprised
when I realised I had taken 26 words
assembled without discretion
only to realise
I had nothing of value
to write using them
24/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
329. Villains made of soft-serve ice cream
melting in the sun
scared off the superhero
exposing himself in the alley
as the drum and bugle core marched by
while I lay bleeding
love oozing out of me
in unison with Waltzing Matilda
making the point clear as night
that my chances of redemption long ago
flowed along the sewer
leaving me
just another villain
melting in the sun
24/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
330. While floating through time
I went past all my dead family and friends
They waved
I gave them the finger
I always had a knack for communication
‘sucked in you’re all dead’
I said
They answered
‘at least we are free
24/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
331. So sorry not to feel sorry
Just too much of me to sort out
Stop start sorry sorts
Self-pity is so significantly more important
than pity for others
Such reflective icons of sorrow
we all are
So exciting to know tomorrow
I will go to the circus while elsewhere
others will suffer in vein
watching Netflix reruns
hungry in bed
25/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
332. Unable to process the moment
the koala
remembering happier times
went out to the centre of the highway
and became sacrificial roadkill
for the locals who remember nothing
25/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
333. I don’t mind hearing voices
the constant chattering in my head
It is when they mispronounce my name
miss quote Shakespeare
sing off key
make me the butt of their jokes
that I go screaming through the shopping mall
scaring women and children and family pets too
I tell you it is no orgasmic picnic for me either
these voices that constantly trick me
into saying such stupid shit
25/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
334. Dreams of falling
Dreams of flying
Dreams of running
Being chased
Killed
Seduced by inanimate objects
Giving birth to inanimate objects
Why can’t I have normal dreams
Like the animals living under my bed do
25/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
335. Being old and alone
is such a bummer
The only ones who contact me anymore
are my dead family and friends
They just say ‘boo’ then float away
laughing
how disrespectful is that
25/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
336. Time for merriment
Balloons Ribbons Presents
Spotlights
Colourful thoughts
We awoke this morning
What a momentous event to celebrate
26/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
337. Surrounded by memories of you
almost as good as being with you
sometimes better
I can put some in front of me
others in a box in the shed
I can reformat memories
change their outcomes
like the one of you dying
I can change to you living
In fact memories of you are so much better
than being with you
Excuse my current sorrow
I am changing this memory of you
Now I feel better
Happy Hopeful
Excited
Thanks for the memories
I wish they were true
26/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
338. She asked me if I liked breasts
I smiled
‘of course I am a guy’
She offered me succulent mouth-watering organic breasts
I complained that I was a vegetarian
and chicken was never for me
Tonight alone
26/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
339. Planning future moments
when this moment lays unmasked
bare raw ripe
for the handling
Such a malleable moment
Safe guards disintegrating
Structureless voiceless ‘may you fall upon your sword’ ‘let your lecherous innuendos come to naught’ ‘your sucky suggestions are abhorrent’
This moment is a vacuum
not worthy the fulfillment there of
Thus I plan rightfully so
for the future
27/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
340. My thoughts exhaust me
My dreams drain me
My actions bore the wildlife in my garden
If only I had a robot to help me with my woes
I would not be howling at the moon
with my dog
counting sleeps
until I am dead
27/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
341. Us elderly fools in the pool
Wishing our aqua-fitness classes
would make us feel like fifty-years ago
When love was a sport
Fitness not worth the bother
Come drown with me
Being old is shit
Memory hurts
Life is a curse
But in the pool we forget
we are so old
and pretend we all are fifty-years younger
Naked
Frolicking together
Our unquenchable desires
simply met
with youthful bodes
instead of what we are left with
hiding beneath the water
like we do now
27/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
342. My night is filled with villains and saints
Leaving me no time
to dream of you
27/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
343. Summer nears its end
like life itself
How dreadful are the seasons
Slashing time asunder
27/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
344. Tricky tactics tasks
Changing old differences
How dims the light
revealing stumbling shadows
Life in reverse
The way forward never was going to work
So let it all collapse
Birth of a relived past
All there is
To go forward is to do it all again
But this time
Laughing all the while
Tricky tactics tasks
28/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
345. I used to regret failure
Now it is a hobby
Collections of failures
(failure collectables)
neatly stacked in a glass enclosure
to easily be viewed
easily added to
Failures stacked as high as the clouds
falling as rain
to wash clean
each new failure
I partake in
28/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
346. Last life-time I buried treasure
to find this time around
only to rediscover
I don’t remember where
Surely that mistake
won’t happen again
Now that I realise this life
is all we will ever have
28/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
347. Flapping about
Free-style living
Staying clear of The Discussion
Points being made
Arguments set afire
All those voices
everyone wanting to belong
to something
Don’t ask what side I am on
There is no answer
from a drifter
that would comfort
the fierce minority
the starving majority
Just leave me to be
That one who is flapping about
Morning to night
29/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
348. Love is like boiled vegetables
It sucks as a metaphor
29/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
349. The dead don’t know how to party
Therefore inviting them
to my funeral celebration
will be no fun at all
29/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
350. Loving you is so easy
I don’t need to wake up
So much easier
to stay asleep
Dreaming of loving you
29/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
351. So happy not to be a role-mode
for anyone
anywhere
anytime
What we do on the sofa
in the backseat of our stolen 57-Ford
in the hemp-garden
along the stream
in the paddock
even my dog thinks is cool
and mimics
whenever he can find a she or he
to be my mirror
30/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
352. I found a flaw in creation
You were it
30/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
353. Who knows times aching remembrance
forged from the flames of predictability
We guessed the next move
Who would turn the page
Where goes the naked traveller
Yet never in our wildest imagination
would we be in this situation
surrounded by outcomes
fit for supernatural comic book stories
Truth be told
the ending is akin
to a parable told by false prophets
for profit
All our souls for a bit more time
30/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
354. To pretend other than what possibly could be
reinvents cynicism
leaving me pondering possibilities
beyond measure
Dreams without balance
Whispering romantic night creatures
and space filled with wandering thoughts
preventing possible possibilities
and other sorted ventures
from manifesting
30/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
355. Taking suggestions from the neighbourhood cats
and occasional dogs
If only I had waited
to include a goat
or the farmer’s cows
even a stray roo
or a gun-toting gum-chewing koala
there would be appropriate decisions made
on whether the world really needs
another philosopher
explaining what could have been
should have been
would have been and settled once and for all
whether this
or that
would explain more than I have here
31/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
356. We live in such fractured finicky fact-less times
Our next breath could easily be
not only our final breath
but also the final breath of earth
the Milky Way Galaxy
The whole fucking universe
And we would never know
31/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
357. So easy to sum up all of today
Yesterday was brighter
Tomorrow looks like shit
Today should never have been
31/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
358. The annihilation of all life
is based on the total self-absorption
of the individual
31/03/19 Adelaide, South Australia
359. I was speaking with the Doomsday Kangaroo
Re. the fulfillment of countless prophecies
Last days
Turmoils
Bad Netflix flics
Laughingly I reminded her
of all the predictions never come true
She gave me that serious messianic stare
that all highly evolved creatures manifest
when they have something to sell
It was then that I realised
the world was ending
as she hopped in front of a fast-moving coal-train
headed to Darwin
And as with any roadkill’s glorious sacrifice
I discovered that the Doomsday Roo was stupider
than the average human
who believes in nothing
and gets to live long enough
to validate that truth
1/04/19 Adelaide, South Australia
360. There is a web of conspiracy
being woven in my brain
Listening devices in my hemp seeds
Subliminal messaging emanating from my kale smoothie
Mood-altering substance invading me from my essential oils
My yoga, mediational aqua-fit, vegan, me-too, solar-powered, smart-apps life style
is genetically fucking with my ability
to die gracefully
1/04/19 Adelaide, South Australia
361. It is best to finish what we start
before we begin
then the end in sight
never becomes blocked
by what can’t be seen
1/04/19 Adelaide, South Australia
362. I knew I had run out of shit to say
when I wrote this
1/04/19 Adelaide, South Australia
363. The wind has always been a message carrier
We just never learned to listen
2/04/19 Adelaide, South Australia
364. Subtle inspiration steps quickly through forests
Shaking moments
Blanketing forest floors
Scents of love
Bewildering change so easily missed
Whispering inspiration
far from the maddening crowd
2/04/19 Adelaide, South Australia
365. A glimpse of the future
erased lurking suspicion of failure
Leaving me smiling
as I leapt over the cliff
2/04/19 Adelaide, South Australia
366. I felt chosen
when first the wind fell upon me
Only to see everyone around me
also was chosen
Getting wet
Because we were all too naïve
to seek shelter
in a chosen moment
we so often find ourselves in
2/04/19 Adelaide, South Australia
367. The enemy of the people
is fake dreams
and the faith we have in them
to be real
2/04/19 Adelaide, South Australia
368. Frustrations of being a nobody
Realizing it is too late to change
The race has been run
The horse has bolted
The winners announced
The losers ignored
I should have been an actor
winning Oscars and acclaim
I should have been a musician
gold records on my wall
Perhaps president, king, dictator, messiah, saviour
tycoon, great writer, top chef, war-hero
None of these I have become
My role as pedestrian
Cog in a wheel ~ every wheel
speaker not worth reporting
will suffice
as I save the world
one time more
from eternal damnation
3/04/19 Adelaide, South Australia
369. I have become so forgetful in my old age
I forgot my next line
So excuse my blank stare
as I look past the living
waiting to remember
what I had to say
to my dead family and friends
in my very next line
3/04/19 Adelaide, South Australia
370. The future is a series of recycled dreams
yet to come true
3/04/19 Adelaide, South Australia
371. Fast turns the fan
Relocating thoughts through the air
Close to capturing one
then fast turns the fan
flipping it to another corner of the universe
Stifling heat through the night
prevents the halt of the fan
Thoughts evaporate
Images of falling snow melt
before my mind can chill
The earth is too close to the Sun
We are all doomed
There will be no sleep tonight
We would fry where we lay
if not for electric wind
Fast turns the fan
4/04/19 Adelaide, South Australia
372. I blink and 72-years has passed
I am afraid to blink again
4/04/19 Adelaide, South Australia
373. Old age is a series of sore body parts
Painful memories
Rapidly shortening futures
Forgetfulness
Restfulness shaken by the uncontrollable shrieking
of millennials on their way to self-importance
4/04/19 Adelaide, South Australia
374. Such a great disappointment
to think that there may be more to life
than what is daily revealed
Only to realise those swimming
in my fish tank
believe there is too
4/04/19 Adelaide, South Australia
375. Productivity
Saying more could damage inflation
Saying less could damage expectations
Crunching numbers on a first date
Love is a strange equation
Every morning is a first date
with tomorrow the result
5/04/19 Adelaide, South Australia
376. What becomes of our possessions when we die
I have a home filled with dead-people’s possessions
They are the dead-people
Solidified
Each so important at one point
before the person’s whose shit
now solidified
Died
When I die no one will keep what I look at every moment
It will all end in landfill
for another polluted generation
to build memories upon
Never knowing the importance to me
Rotting beneath their homes
Shifting memories
No one can share
5/04/19 Adelaide, South Australia
377. Watching millennial comedians
@ a comedy festival
Other millennials laughed
I didn’t
None were funny
I felt embarrassed
listening to their stupidity
Why would anyone laugh
Sex drugs more sex
Wow what is the joke
Did millennials just discover
Sex drugs more sex
I turn off the television
go outside
tell the weeds in my garden
flower jokes
They shake in pleasurable laughter
knowing I am the funniest
in my backyard comedy festival
6/04/19 Adelaide, South Australia
378. Daylight Savings Time ended
in the middle of the night
Only 23-hours this day
Not enough time
to dream of you
6/04/19 Adelaide, South Australia
379. I washed my windows today
Still unable to see
UFOs, Angels, Unicorns, Wonder Woman
Money growing on trees
Tomorrow I will open the door
just to see more
UFOs, Angels, Unicorns, Wonder Woman
Money growing on trees
6/04/19 Adelaide, South Australia
380. I find being empty-headed so safe
There are no thoughts to interpret
Analise
Delete
Repeat
6/04/19 Adelaide, South Australia
381. Being out-of-touch
with today’s social norms
makes hugging trees
less intimidating
6/04/19 Adelaide, South Australia
382. Old people are an endangered species
Dying out
Becoming extinct
6/04/19 Adelaide, South Australia
383. Here we are again
as if we never had left
Sun setting
Stories revealed
Winds across the sand
Echoes of love
Not the same
It is fifty-years later
I am talking to memories
as if at any moment
you would say it is time to come home
I would say yes
50-years too late
for you to hear my answer
7/04/19 Adelaide, South Australia
384. Shadow of reason
pleading at my door
to let her in
I light the fire and laugh
at our destruction
7/04/19 Adelaide, South Australia
385. I said ‘I love you’
as you went to sleep
Fortunately you left the door to your dreams open
so I could come in
and continue with what I was saying
7/04/19 Adelaide, South Australia
386. Good news
my doctor Skyped that
I am still alive
My lawyer said my X
forgot I existed
My therapist texted
that most of my personalities
are vegan now too
The fire department knocked on my door
informing me my house was not ablaze
Religious fanatics at my window
proclaimed I was chosen
God WhatsApped me
saying perhaps she does exist
So much good news
I will fly off the roof of my fifty-story building
and settle upon a golden cloud
on the way down
8/04/19 Adelaide, South Australia
387. Complications prevented me
winning an Oscar
a Noble Prize
New York Marathon
the love of a scantily clad manikin
smiling at anyone
suggestively
who will look at her
in the thrift-shop window
8/04/19 Adelaide, South Australia
388. In a most deceptive moment
I smiled at the reflection in the shop window
of someone half my age
and pretended it was me
8/04/19 Adelaide, South Australia
389. I lost my virginity to a mermaid
when I was deep-sea fishing off the coast
which is embarrassing
because my family believe I lost it
to a unicorn during mass
at the cathedral last Christmas
8/04/19 Adelaide, South Australia
390. If the early Christians had used hash-tags
rather than smoking it
the world would have had so much
less nonsense
these past thousands of years
8/04/19 Adelaide, South Australia
391. I wore my birthday suit
to the inauguration
The applause covered my nakedness
in layers of regret
as so often is the case
when social norms are beyond reason
9/04/19 Adelaide, South Australia
392. I look at my ageing skin
wondering what it is trying to protect
Is there a hidden agenda
Secrets of an abusive past
Lewd living
hiding in the recesses of diseased organs
Oh wrinkled leathery worn skin
Whatever it is you are hiding will soon be revealed
Your protection
will be worthless
Your job is done
9/04/19 Adelaide, South Australia
393. I tried to rejuvenate my life
by taking a manikin to the dance
but she was a drunken slut
and fell to the floor
halfway through the tango
9/04/19 Adelaide, South Australia
394. Then Jesus began to handout chocolate Easter eggs
to the coloured children
But was stopped at the border
for looking too Mexican
and not having any redemption left
for the privileged white children
So once again Easter was cancelled
9/04/19 Adelaide, South Australia
395. So exhilarating is the first sniff
of conquering
Enslaving the gullible
Chaining passions of senseless youthful desire
to a fast-moving moment
We the illuminated knights of honour
Pissing in the sacred forest
while looking for queens
and other mammals to hump
knowing that too soon
this moment will pass
9/04/19 Adelaide, South Australia
396. I said to god
I am jaded with this life
She said
‘get it over and done with
we need more mulch over at the pet cemetery ‘
10/04/19 Adelaide, South Australia
397. Dead people don’t rest in peace
pieces no longer exist
Vanishing acts of evolution
Only the living can rest
the dead are too busy
being no longer
All their thoughts, wishes, experiences
resting in landfill and spooky dreams
10/04/19 Adelaide, South Australia
398. I painted an invisible house today
then moved in
I would have invited you in
You never could see me anyway
So I will just make tea for me and my invisible dog
and wait until you see me
to be the man you always wanted
but could never find in my invisible home
10/04/19 Adelaide, South Australia
399. Millennials ae tattooed monkeys
waiting to escape
from the zoo
10/04/19 Adelaide, South Australia
400. Being old is a world of discoveries
Finding new aches every morning
Forgetting if we had the same ache before
Looking for someone new to tell about our aches and pains
Forgetting which pill is for which ache
Such a fantastic world of discovery is being old
Everyone should try it at least once
10/04/19 Adelaide, South Australia
401. Shuffled scuffled snuffled moments
Aces on top
Queens Kings no more
Every move a gamble
Winners take all
The rest of us with shuffled scuffled snuffled moments
dealt so random
I stopped caring
what is next
And so should you
11/04/19 Adelaide, South Australia
402. Too many thoughts
to settle on one
that will prevent me
from going insane
once again
11/04/19 Adelaide, South Australia
403. I’ve done all this before
Everything so familiar
Another lifetime?
A distant galaxy?
My future self?
A Google memory implant?
No
I had a similar bowl of cereal
yesterday morning
Tomorrow I shall stop over thinking
every move I make
Just like before
11/04/19 Adelaide, South Australia
404. I flew my drone over my lover’s nest
She was startled
Fell out of her tree
landing in a Freudian dream
I should never have had
12/04/19 Adelaide, South Australia
405. Clowns took me to court
for not using original material
at my funeral
The all-circus jury agreed
not allow me to die
Tossed me into the street
Telling me to come back another time
Then I awoke to the terrible realization
I never was funny
neither was life
12/04/19 Adelaide, South Australia
406. While rushing to become a better person
I fell through thin ice
drowning to the cries of sea gulls
who had been threatened by my existence
Fortunately for the reader
I was able to get a hold of myself
in time to draft this account
of what happened at my last gasp
before joining the mermaids
of the under-world
below the ice-kingdom
where I am for evermore
13/04/19 Adelaide, South Australia
407. I handed masks to all my neighbours
in hope they could guess who I was
Silly me
I forgot to put one on
They all slammed their door in my face
leaving me mystified
with what my role in life is
13/04/19 Adelaide, South Australia
408. ‘We’ll look at it tomorrow’
Thought the wombat passing the tree of good and evil
on a preliminary cautionary analysis
Though bush-animals are confused
over such nonsense we humans use as framework
Scaffolding even
to compensate for our ignorance
as to why anything is the way it is
Especially wombats
putting off to tomorrow
what could have been known today
14/04/19 Adelaide, South Australia
409. Therapeutic journalism
Confusing us all
Creating divergent tales of woe
in social media
We are all doomed
Merging with screen time
Monster narratives
devouring us
Carbon-based life-forms have no future
Evolution is filled with re-runs
We are next
14/04/19 Adelaide, South Australia
410. Hipsters on the corner flashing hipster smiles
With such a most fashionable sentimental array
They are in the groove
Such a harmonious vibe being exchanged
I stand on the corner in their midst
I put a smile in the middle of my old-man face
I have on my best thrift shop clothes
I remember when I was hip just a mere fifty+ years ago
I didn’t like old people then
still don’t
Millennial hipsters vaping on the corner
Social media elitist
Hey I am on twitter too and all the other ones
The hipsters look at me
smiles dissipate
They leave the corner in fear of being associated with me
Foreign tourists pass by
put change in my tin cup
Another good day on the corner
14/04/19 Adelaide, South Australia
411. Me-2- Millennial-Feminists
Frightened by their shadow
as they dissolve into pools of regret
fearing the statistical fact that no one
gives a shit
14/04/19 Adelaide, South Australia
412. Everything fell to the floor
Promises mistakes foreign-love
names of deceased indigent marsupials
In the gathering storm
whispers fermented
made us drunk with envy
I escaped unharmed
karma intact
warlords at the city’s end wait for me
I no longer can pretend to be deaf
for in a short time
I too will fall to the floor
16/04/19 Adelaide, South Australia
413. I watch the news
Horrible stories
from around the world
I get under my blanket
protected from such sorrow
If aliens force me to have sex
with sensual voluptuous
willing
pleasure craving robots
I too will make the news
But will the horrible story of my fate
beamed around the world
say I died with a smile on my face
16/04/19 Adelaide, South Australia
414. My life on this planet
is just a filler
until a better planet is created
for me to carve out a better life
16/04/19 Adelaide, South Australia
415. Not long ago I waited for you
upon the battleground
Surrounded by dead
& crying sounds of the vanquished
Why do we go to war
Whose glory do we serve
History soon forgets
Future incursions encouraged
But always in the midst of rising smoke
and cries for help and liberation
I see in the distance
almost with in reach
you floating above the battle
Every battle
Heading triumphantly toward me
I put out my hands
knowing once again
you will rescue me
And finally I will be at peace
16/04/19 Adelaide, South Australia
416. Since no one has befriended me
since time began
or liked anything I have ever done or said
To protect my fragile ego
I now declare
I don’t care
16/04/19 Adelaide, South Australia
417. I write too much about me to myself
so in the future
to be less self-centred
I will write to you
simply saying
Fuck you
16/04/19 Adelaide, South Australia
418. As if we had no simple solutions
we created a most complicated situation As if life had no challenges to begin with
we threw a spanner into the works
A sort of curved ball As if we could go to sleep and wake to a better tomorrow As if the road less-travelled was not difficult enough As ifAs if As if I could wake from such constraining dreams
life would be so cool As if
16/04/19 Adelaide, South Australia
419. So quick time comes to leave this place
Important items packed away to be forgotten
Vacating our so often this moment’s dwelling
The sprinkler is set
to keep our shitty little garden looking alive
a bit longer
Security lights set
Neighbour’s notified
Three nights away
What adventures possible
Will we get bored
Will we find a new philosophy
Will we be killed
or just plain die of old age
When back here
if we should arrive
in distant future intact
What a grand time
celebrating our survival will be
17/04/19 Adelaide, South Australia
420. I like the easy life
Simple routines
Few challenges
Minor changes
So why enter the chaotic realm of exploration
Entering unknown darkness
Who knows
Subconscious attacks
throwing us into the unimaginable
Just to change the daily routine
Into this
our new daily chaotic sphere
17/04/19 Adelaide, South Australia
421. Next life-time I want to be
An ordinary star
rotating a Black Hole
Gradually fracturing
Being sucked into unescapable darkness
Pretty much the same as this life-time
Only I won’t be wearing a hat
17/04/19 Adelaide, South Australia
422. Hotel at the end of the world
Planes coming going forever
Passing passengers past our window
give us the finger
we are the left behinds
Sydney just an asteroid away from annihilation
Stop along the way between star systems
We are only here
because we are not somewhere else
I love leaving
It is my life’s passion
Tomorrow is passionate love
18/04/19 Sydney, Australia
422. Went to see my son
Took the train out to Olympic Park in Sydney
He was here sixteen years ago
Hit the pavement
head first from his fifteenth stories flight
In my mind I watched him fall
Police said it took 4.5 seconds
Could I ID him please
Here I am
I don’t see him
Nothing left to ID
My long-ago dead son
Alive today in my mind
Here at the end of the world
18/04/19 Sydney, Australia
422. I can’t feel sorry
Nor regret
We reframe the past
Change narratives
Mask truth
Shorten reality
Twist outcomes
Pretending
Beg for
Wish for
Differences
Ask magicians for blessings
Anything but history of sorrow
baked into memory
will make tomorrow
worth facing
18/04/19 Sydney, Australia
425. Thought I was finished
No more
Being special no longer so special
Swallowed up by forces
scientists yet to discover/invent/make up/deny
But we know they are there
We flew into Denver
as clouds hid melting mountains
Such a flat city
A mile high
Even jetlagged from Australia
could not persuade me
Nevertheless I felt finished
24/04/19 Denver, Colorado
426. We made love all night long
If I hadn’t woken from my dreams
it would have been longer
24/04/19 Denver, Colorado
427. I lost myself in the top drawer
When she pulled the tapestry over
Hiding my escape
I put socks on my head
causing other articles to laugh
shaking the drawer loose
falling to the floor
setting me free to run
through
unscripted moments
My My how I love life
26/04/19 Denver, Colorado
428. I had glamorous dreams six-days in a row
On the 7th I rested
Watched creation splinter into fragments
I have recently been informed
god did the same
26/04/19 Denver, Colorado
429. Artificial intelligence played a trick on me
causing me to believe in my constructed realism
as walls dissolved
skies swallowing me
Leaving me lost once again
in your artificial love
26/04/19 Denver, Colorado
430. My favourite time to lie to myself
is in the evening
before I drink myself unconscious
and dream of better times
in 3D printed narratives
26/04/19 Denver, Colorado
431. Excited by false gods
and the promises they deliver
we swam ashore
burning problems on alters of avoidability
before returning to drown
in pasts
reformatted by hackers
disguised as false gods
handing out salvation to the dying
redemption to the living
reality to the rest of us
The almost dead
27/04/19 Denver, Colorado
432. So many recycled narratives on how to live our lives
flooding freedoms of just to be
The profits of prophets
Tsunamis across our consciousness
Marketing miracles of existence
If only we would follow
If only we could follow
If only we should follow
Pay the price
Admit defeat
Live life on these new terms
sold by street beggars posing as new-age pundits
Even now that the new-age has spat the dummy
27/04/19 Denver, Colorado
433. Having thin hair
Growing forever long
While always
A hair’s breadth
breath
Away from eternity
Prolonged perhaps
by ever growing hair
28/04/19 Denver, Colorado
430. Silence runs faster than the wind
Foreboding inequality
Slow turns passages of time
Tunnels of shadows
Long lost love forever
Misunderstood in the silence
as wind falls across the plains
Leaving the desperate to die in vein
In tomorrows that never cease
28/04/19 Denver, Colorado
431. Smorgasbord of love
Melting tastes
Romantic intrigues
Appetites challenged
Thrills Frills Spills
Adventuresome fulfilled
Cookie-dough
ice cream has it all
28/04/19 Denver, Colorado
432. Bloody annoying millennials
sucking in remaining clear clean air
allocated for we
the lame lost almost living elderly
to stroke the flames of our discontent
to their presence
in our hallowed space
life on earth
28/04/19 Denver, Colorado
433. I like the feel of clouds
upon my skin
Rain upon my hair
Shadows hiding my escape
in such a comfortable shallow grave
in which I sleep
28/04/19 Denver, Colorado
434. Dinosaur in the park
Dinosaur in the cave
Dinosaur in my bed
How quickly all
Becomes extinct
29/04/19 Denver, Colorado
435. Harsh is the mornings when you are not here
Storm of reason
obliterates trusted tranquil feelings
I have so long hung onto
I walk alone through this silent blizzard
A relic of my past
Shadow of the future
Dissipating memories
In the harshness of this morning
Without you
29/04/19 Denver, Colorado
436. We live today as if tomorrow
will surely exist
Never thinking
it may not
If it arrives with us as memory
will we ever know
29/04/19 Denver, Colorado
437. So much to see between now and then
Blank pages appear before me
I scribble on them
Meaningless coloured antidotes
Who will there be to love
Once all my pages are full
30/04/19 Denver, Colorado
438. She had bounce
She had fluff
Lovely come-hither eyes
What a tail
She was born to love
Everything seemed so perfect
In the setting sun
Then my jealous neighbour shot the rabbit
and had her for dinner
30/04/19 Denver, Colorado
439. The problem with long hair
is how it gets tangled
with my shoe laces
tripping me
causing me to roll
Change my role
Ball of regret
on the way to the wizard
in search of a brain
30/04/19 Denver, Colorado
440. Lack of oxygen on top of this mountain
inhaling clouds
exhaling rain sleet snow
upon those losers below
how lucky I am
to think so highly of myself
30/04/19 Denver, Colorado
441. Nothing left to write
so I will paint circles
proving I am not as lost
as squares around me
believe I am
30/04/19 Denver, Colorado
442. Sweeping dramas
Tragic heroes bursting into songs
Bollywood-like dancing
History in chunks
flashing by
What is possible the best for us
Should we experiment
Go over the edge
Break boundaries
Preparation for breakfast is such an ordeal
01/05/19 Denver, Colorado
443. The days go by so fast in Denver
Life stuck on the interstate
22% of our stya here already gone
We lived it 100%
If the rest of our stay is the same
Worse than jetlagged
Not keeping up
Never a slow moment
No time to rest
Makes me want to complain
01/05/19 Denver, Colorado
444. I threw my dreams into our washing machine
wishing for a glimpse of change
A bubbly future
Lavender or Jasmine scents
Oxygenation
Typical warning ‘do not tumble dry’
I did
Dreams unravelling
The lies of fate took hold
rendering useless
any change I once had
of dream fulfillment
01/05/19 Denver, Colorado
445. Simplified elaboration
How silent our screams
Even the night flees in terror
Tranquillity is a falsehood
worshiped insanely by destitute defrocked angels
Disciples of pain knell in praise of bestiality
Karma unbound dooms the drunken and stoned righteous
The rest of us walk streets of shame
In search of a good cup of coffee
and a gentle fuck
as we elaborate on the simpleness of life
01/05/19 Denver, Colorado
446. After I died
finally I saw
what life had vailed
Yet too late to raise an alarm
to the merits of a planned escape
01/05/19 Denver, Colorado
447. Both the criminal and righteous
So much effort to perfect their path
only to end in ashes
blown by an uncaring impersonal wind
to the same destination
Destiny’s final victory
01/05/19 Denver, Colorado
448. I love turmoil and the disruption caused
My favourite is the cyclone of love and its aftermath
Total destruction
leaving bare
unquenchable desire
followed by silent death
01/05/19 Denver, Colorado
449. Wyoming just up the road
Buffalo antelopes cowgirls
We went to the cowgirl museum
None of them remembered me
More than one-hundred years ago
they were the cool ones
Now they are memories stuck on a wall
Maybe a hundred years from now
they will have a tourist wall
Stick me on
People passing by wondering if I actually existed
or was I a cartoon figure
created by a robot
with artificial intelligence
02/05/19 Loveland, Colorado
450. Current news
News headlines
Stories
Spins
All blocked out
Going to the top of a mountain
Any mountain
Becoming a hermit
Focused on the universe
Until I get hungry and come back down
And getting in line at the fast food counters
With all the other news losers
02/05/19 Loveland, Colorado
451. I needed change
Old friends
Old acquaintances
Old Old Old
Everyone so old
Nothing in common now
No reason to continue to ‘like’ each other’s posts
Distant distorted lives
Yesterday’s laundry
Time to delete
Life is good
Life so fulfilling
Life of joy
No longer the past continues to haunt
To sway
Hold me
Freedom at last
Only my current friends are fun anymore
The rest are either dead
Close to dead
Should be dead
I needed change and found it so easy
Always right in front of me
04/05/19 Denver, Colorado
452. Curtains of mystery opening
Revealing the light
I put on my glasses
Stumble forward
Past reflections
Dream like hazes
Chants only a dog could hear
Poetry devoid of reason
Falling further into a large sacrificial fire
Surrounded by dancing bears
slapstick comedic butterflies
Horney tadpoles
I surrendered to the flames
knowing at the end
everyone else is laughing too
04/05/19 Denver, Colorado
453. The more we laugh
The less others listen
Giving us enough silence to continue
Flying into space
As commanders of the absurd
04/05/19 Denver, Colorado
454. As a linguistic cannibal
I devour antiquated metaphors
to explain why I do not exist
04/05/19 Denver, Colorado
455. If I could recover from previous errors
I would jump into the first multi-reasoned bubble appearing
on the disappearing horizon
Floating conveniently past any chance of redemption
landing once again
into another unrecoverable error
04/05/19 Denver, Colorado
456. I can keep going
It is coded into my lack of enthusiasm
for what will never come next
04/05/19 Denver, Colorado
457. I manipulated the truth
To make you love me
Forever
04/05/19 Denver, Colorado
458. Living on multi-levels
Sliding between non-negotiable sequences
Haphazardly shuffling through life
Knowing that synchronicity is for losers
We race toward the finish line
Relishing in our ability to die
while still alive
05/05/19 Denver, Colorado
459. Everyday life improves
Just ask any comic book hero
Self-replicating robot
Female praying mantis
05/05/19 Denver, Colorado
460. Rain washed memories
How easy to produce new
Dream producer
Dream manipulator
Dream hoarder
Tonight
We all get washed away
by rain washed memories
06/05/19 Denver, Colorado
461. Live life lost
For what cost
Knowing what is next
is worth the sacrifice
that freedom gives
when we live life lost
06/05/19 Denver, Colorado
462. I lived a normal life
wishing upon a star
never shinning more
than a normal life
06/05/19 Denver, Colorado
463. I changed my writing style
to fulfil the communicational void
of disrupted grammar
learned to trick the foreigners
from knowing the truth
was but a joke
06/05/19 Denver, Colorado
464. god did away with embracing love
to appease the me-too mindless mobs
so busy devouring saints, heroes
and the common man
06/05/19 Denver, Colorado
465. Our dot in the world
made world headlines
Another school shooting
Schools of fish becoming extinct
scientists say
Everyday alive
such a surprise
Life so violent
Even in our dot in the world
07/05/19 Denver, Colorado
466. I sleep peacefully
not knowing if tomorrow
and forever after
I will still sleep peacefully
as the world explodes around me
07/05/19 Denver, Colorado
467. Feeling wild in the wild west
Easy to do
while lying in bed
Feeling wild
in the wild west
07/05/19 Denver, Colorado
468. If only I had been born
A hundred years from now
I would have saved myself
from all these wild notions
of what the world will be like
A hundred years hence
07/05/19 Denver, Colorado
469. Tossing compliments into the wind
Praise against the rain
Sacrificial smiles reflected in a wild waterfall
Rewards fall non-ceremonially
when the path is walked alone
without witness to our greatness
08/05/19 Denver, Colorado
470. Love is science fiction
nevertheless well worth
the delirious delusional diversion
from reality
08/05/19 Denver, Colorado
471. While lost deep in rugged terrain
I fell
hitting my head
on an ancient glacial formation
during which a vision came about
that one day I would write this
08/05/19 Denver, Colorado
472. The only trace left in time
that this moment existed
is that I wrote this
08/05/19 Denver, Colorado
473. Your presence is my present
Unwrappable in the dwindling light
Playing with our shadows
Disappearing as dreams replace
your fading touch
09/05/19 Denver, Colorado
474. We embrace change
merely to find new experiences
to dissolve into
09/05/19 Denver, Colorado
475. I felt the earth crack open
Heard thunder chasing the innocent
Saw futures collapsing against forces of change
Yet there was time still
to enjoy an organic kale smoothie
09/05/19 Denver, Colorado
476. Over at the cemetery
shadows tell stories of lost long ago memories
Flashes of light between tombstones
colourful mingling
Winds blowing away
laughter, cries, whispers, secrets
Names cascade through the night
Large snowflakes slowly refresh
Reboot
Realign
Everything in harmony
Synchronized
Peaceful death chants
I love resting in the cemetery
as winter closes in
making us free once again
10/05/19 Denver, Colorado
477. Recycled dreams
Once-were-hopes
Gift of passions
Impulse possession
now 50% off at the thrift shop
like all trinkets of affection are
at the end of their almost usefulness
10/05/19 Denver, Colorado
478. I would follow you to the end of the earth
if I did not fear
Falling off the edge
Being devoured by dragons
Losing your sense of direction
10/05/19 Denver, Colorado
479. Life is a lifelong sentence
Rambling freight train
through imaginary oases
of dreams yet to fulfil
10/05/19 Denver, Colorado
480. If I could do it all over again
I wouldn’t
10/05/19 Denver, Colorado
481. Noisy neighbours
If only I could sweep them under my carpet
like I do with all my other ills in life
I would easily sleep this life away
10/05/19 Denver, Colorado
482. Shortly before losing my mind
I sent a message to a distant galaxy
in hopes that if they find it
I will be returned
what I have seemingly lost
your reflection in our past
once more come alive
10/05/19 Denver, Colorado
483. Just shy of Pikes Peak
No further to travel
I let go dreams of greatness
Watched them float above the snow line
Altitude sickness
Deflating all possibilities
Another lifetime
I will try it all again
11/05/19 Denver, Colorado
484. What a relief to watch the past crumble to dust
carried away be a western wind
over the Colorado wastelands
as my future rises with me on its wings
soaring even higher out of sight of all that held me back
My yesterday prison
11/05/19 Denver, Colorado
485. So exciting all we did today
If I shall remember any of it tomorrow
then it was not as exciting
as I thought it was
11/05/19 Denver, Colorado
486. The heat of love melts
the moist frozen fucker
giving evolution
a most radiant hue
11/05/19 Denver, Colorado
487. Original meaning unfolds in folds of space
Where love questions not
Hope is born
Wisdom’s journey begins
Recipes for Mac & Cheese collide in folds of space
birthing the turmoil we now exist in
12/05/19 Denver, Colorado
488. I should take a stand
Have a position
Choose sides
Stop running naked along main street
Learn a team’s song
Start speaking a known language
Stop sitting on the fence
Social media is too confusing
I will just bury my head in the sand
in hopes I won’t notice
12/05/19 Denver, Colorado
496. Finding the first words
such a challenge
Middle structure struts
slowly successfully
strongly
Last words
so easy to write
‘fuck you’
14/05/19 Denver, Colorado
497. Flooded moments
forced us to higher thoughts
Yet still we drowned
14/05/19 Denver, Colorado
498. People in the USA
are so friendly
Polite
They smile
Say ‘excuse me’
Then shoot you dead
14/05/19 Denver, Colorado
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499. Rolling downhill
gathering momentum
Avalanche wiping out
fallen love
leaving us naked
to begin anew
14/05/19 Denver, Colorado
500. My mother was a tragic comic figure
Leaving me
before a hero
could save me
from myself
14/05/19 Denver, Colorado
501. Being dead was the happiest time of my life
all the rest of the time
I struggled with trying to be real
in a time populated by manikins in motion
14/05/19 Denver, Colorado
502. @ the end of the trail
The end of the horizon
The end of further thoughts
Multiverses continue without end
Why can’t we do the same
15/05/19 Loveland, Colorado
503. In an insecure and thoughtless moment
god created earth
Now we are all stuck with what to do next
Should the obvious mistake be championed
go unnoticed
be reversed
So much nonsense set into motion
As for me
I will just sit in this park
eating cookie-dough ice cream
as the world implodes around me
again
15/05/19 Loveland, Colorado
504. In a most scenic moment
love belched
leaving a most unfavourable odour
to such a romantic misfortune
at such a precious time as now
at the end of the world
and life
as we should have not known it
15/05/19 Loveland, Colorado
505. A minute to go
Tie score
Fans screaming out of control
It is past my bedtime
I will wait until tomorrow morning
To see if I am still alive
16/05/19 Loveland, Colorado
506. Dreading tomorrow
Spotlights
Saxophone playing blues
Everyone wide eyed
Moans groans
Phones
Lit up
It is all going viral
Tomorrow everyone will see
what a fool I have been
16/05/19 Loveland, Colorado
507. We found where the bad people live
Where they play
Where they plot
their next move
We found that the bad people
were inside of us
Masquerading as the good people
everyone thinks we are
16/05/19 Loveland, Colorado
508. Love is slippery
Easily sliding in every direction
Thin ice skating
How I love
being slippery with you
16/05/19 Loveland, Colorado
509. My favourite actress died
in the series I have been watching
Not to worry
she was alive in another series
Sure is good life is like that
Constantly reinventing ourselves
in the very next series
17/05/19 Denver, Colorado
510. So stressed
Remarkable how much goes wrong
More remarkable so much goes right
They don’t cancel
Up
Down
Sideways
Life has a rhythm I cannot see
If only I can survive this cycle
the next may be a bed of roses
to happily die in
17/05/19 Denver, Colorado
511. I take a daily bath in change
So refreshing is change
The waltz of experience
surrounded by light
constantly glowing
from my daily bath of change
17/05/19 Denver, Colorado
512. Cinderella let her chariot turn to pumpkin
to feed the hungry
and fuck up the original story
17/05/19 Denver, Colorado
513. All the self-help gurus
dissolved into murky piles
of toxic waste
Proving my point
18/05/19 Denver, Colorado
514. I never knew enough
to say yea or nay
I have forgotten the stories
Replaced the original made-up stories
for my own made-up ones
Now I have forgotten them
So much for passions of beliefs
Let me float through space
unheralded unhealed invisible
whispering forbidden thoughts
In the future
no one will exist to repeat our stories
that will be absorbed into the fabric
of what never existed
to begin with
or did it
18/05/19 Denver, Colorado
515. I live life at the intersection
observing all possible paths
standing still
as if the paths themselves would devour me
Waving to those who have failed
Celebrating victors
Each path leading to darkness
At the intersection where I stand
the ground is giving way
Soon to save those around me
I shall need to choose a path
before the intersection
no longer exists
18/05/19 Denver, Colorado
516. New pen
Same old words
By next lifetime neither will exist
19/05/19 Denver Airport Hotel, Best Western+, Colorado
517. If life had a double overtime
like in the game I just watched
the chance of winning
would be fifty-fifty
But would anyone celebrate
19/05/19 Denver Airport Hotel, Best Western+, Colorado
518. I wonder if the meal I had tonight
will be my last
or will soon be forgotten
mingled in a blur
with all other meals
like love once so often passing through my youth
each possibly the last until the next adventure to excite
Arrived then left
Leaving me to wonder
19/05/19 Denver Airport Hotel, Best Western+, Colorado
519. Once again on our way
Harvested adventures
Packed ready for flight
Soon this place will become a distant memory
Much like tomorrow too
will one day become a distant memory
packed away
19/05/19 Denver Airport Hotel, Best Western+, Colorado
520. Facebook poster’s goals are naught
more than to say that their life,
views, plans, children, pets, thoughts
are better
more significant
from a higher source than mine
to appease their mistaken neurotic guilt-fed life
I ‘like’ their posts
like I would praise a child for their life-scribbles
hanging on my fridge
waiting for re-cycle day to be added to all the other FB posts laying in the gutter
19/05/19 Denver Airport Hotel, Best Western+, Colorado
521. I began to count the days of my life left
To make a to-do-list
But I fell to sleep at #3. ‘take out the trash’
which was only the third or fourth
can’t remember which on my to-do-list
The beauty of being old is how easy to forget
Lose track of what comes next
And still not care and be happy at the same time
19/05/19 Denver Airport Hotel, Best Western+, Colorado
522. OMG so it changes
We all fall down
though not today
Just watching memories flash by
Not wishing for a re-do
Just appreciative for ever more
of what was
not what could have been
22/05/19 Clifton Park, New York
523. So good to see you again
Rolling decades
times away dissolve
gaps quickly filled
Were we ever apart
Always a part of forward motion
So good to see you again
22/05/19 Clifton Park, New York
524. I arrived back at my childhood home
Six decades too late
To do it over again
22/05/19 Clifton Park, New York
525. I managed to stray off course
Of course I will stay
Off course
Flying out of control
Laughing all the way
I will stay the course
Always off course
Will you join me in such a jolly adventure
22/05/19 Clifton Park, New York
526. I hid behind ignorance
Shielded by secrecy
Still the storm
took my life
23/05/19 Clifton Park, New York
527. Warnings woke me
from distant memory’s sleep
chasing away peace
No one knew we were guests
not used to storm damage
We quickly quite quietly coincidentally entered enemy territory
at the end of the fast-food drive thru
it was clear
our mistake would never be reckoned
as warnings never do
23/05/19 Clifton Park, New York
528. I stopped living in the moment
Returning to a dream
I once had in 17th century France
No one noticed
I so blended in with them
23/05/19 Clifton Park, New York
529. The approach
Always so confusing
I will confess
Such a mess
Slipping falling laughing
Comedic central
A charade
This parade of love’s first taste
Never a waste
once past the approach
Then naturally together
Such is love
when set so free
24/05/19 Clifton Park, New York
530. I saw my father today
He didn’t see me
Buried so deep in his lifeless sleep
Smiling at him
I remembered when he remembered me
long ago
before his forever sleep
24/05/19 Clifton Park, New York
531. By the year 2100
more than ten-billion people
will be replaced by new people
With such a rate of redundancy
some will be forgotten
24/05/19 Clifton Park, New York
532. I took an aerial photo of our love
Just before it became airborne
flew out of sight
24/05/19 Clifton Park, New York
533. I boarded up windows
Locked doors
Blocked vents
To keep memories from slipping away
But they turned on me
Killed me
Knowing there was no escape
from my past
24/05/19 Clifton Park, New York
534. I so enjoy watching society disintegrate
Don’t understand
why others don’t too
24/05/19 Clifton Park, New York
535. I died in my sleep
But not long enough
to have missed writing this
24/05/19 Clifton Park, New York
536. Tomorrow I will awaken as a different me
But being unable to recognize the new me
I won’t know it is me knocking at your door
as if you would be willing to make love
with the new stranger me
wanting you
no matter who I am
knocking at your door
like you do everyone else
24/05/19 Clifton Park, New York
537. As a final test of patience
I died
25/05/19 Clifton Park, New York
538. Nothing left of my past
Flatten by progress
Future came too early
left not even a shadow
not even a whisper
not even a reason to remember
Such a life once had
Flatten by other’s ideas of progress
25/05/19 Clifton Park, New York
539. I reached for the sky
no diplomats there
I swam the ravine
no cowboys to be found
I searched tremendous caverns
no aliens were heard
So much more rewarding
to search within myself
Where so many fascinating strangers
dwell
25/05/19 Clifton Park, New York
540. One last page to fill
The well is dry
Pantry empty
Dreams evaporated
Fading thoughts
faded
Time to embrace the creative arcs of happiness
embedded in the blank spaces
I call my life
25/05/19 Clifton Park, New York
541. New volume of thoughts
poking skyward
We have yet to assimilate
the last wayward thoughts
generationally inept
bred to confuse
a spanner in evolution
wounded thoughts to laugh at
When will we quietly accept our mediocrity
Forgo this new volume of thoughts
and leave meaningful thoughts
to be produced by robots
so we humans can too become extinct
like all other creations
that once valued thoughts
26/05/19 Clifton Park, New York
542. The language of love
Now extinct
Originating before the rise of humans
And will once again
will flourish
when humans become extinct
26/05/19 Clifton Park, New York
543. New volume of thoughts
poking skyward
We have yet to assimilate
the last wayward thoughts
generationally inept
bred to confuse
a spanner in evolution
wounded thoughts to laugh at
When will we quietly accept our mediocrity
Forgo this new volume of thoughts
and leave meaningful thoughts
to be produced by robots
so we humans can too become extinct
like all other creations
that once valued thoughts
26/05/19 Washington DC
544. The language of love
Now extinct
Originating before the rise of humans
And will once again
will flourish
when humans become extinct
26/05/19 Washington DC
545. Such a parade
We lined the streets
Bands in step with the wishes of the day
We waved they waved
Silhouette waving
To anyone who was nobody at all
Heroes of never-should-have-been wars
Feeling lucky to be alive
marchers pedestrians birds in flight
shadows of wished for greatness
We are all lucky to be alive
Surveying surviving struggles
of wars of life
Always on parade
Trying to stay in step one more time
27/05/19 Washington DC
546. Love negotiates
Desire doesn’t
Such a conflict
while choosing
what to have for breakfast
27/05/19 Washington DC
547. I go to bed hungry
to have room for your all-encompassing love
to fill me by morning
27/05/19 Washington DC
548. Scoundrels of hope
trading shredded shares of false possibilities
in the alley
with prophets of doom
so I join in
gamble away my life
for one more false hope
to feel the beauty of nothing at all
once again
27/05/19 Washington DC
549. I saw her wilting in the produce section
At the supermarket of hope
End of story
27/05/19 Washington DC
550. Woke up with rain on my face
washing away sorrows of dreams of you
before you left your once-were-dreams behind
and me forever standing alone
with broken shadows
broken dreams
broken lives
washed away by the rain
28/05/19 Washington DC
551. I like getting old
Daily reminders that I am human
highlighted with new aches
more shit forgotten
The joy of not giving a damn
makes the heart grow fonder
Their issues no longer mine
Little left to worry about
Getting old is so relaxing
28/05/19 Washington DC
552. I smiled
Tipped my hat
Waved to her
as the train pulled into the station
I did all those things as we left the station again
She did not wave
She did not smile
Tip her hat
even blink
as she stared out from the poster
advertising insurance
No doubt that me-too millennial had no assurance
of ever being anything more
than a cardboard cut-out
As they all are
not withstanding
28/05/19 Washington DC
553. I like to lay down on plush sofas
in the lobby of a five-star hotel
and pretend I am decaying
rapidly in a coffin
as climate change lovingly envelops me
28/05/19 Washington DC
554. I often hit my head against walls
pass out
bleed a bit
come to in time to reveal to the gathering crowd
what new visions
god has blessed me with
this is not one of them
28/05/19 Washington DC
555. We have a verbal
Non-verbal contract
I say lots of shit
She gives me the finger
28/05/19 Washington DC
556. While laughingly laying naked
amongst newly bloomed tulips
I watched passing foreign tourists
take selfies with me
then post their dalliances
onto non-existing memories
28/05/19 Washington DC
557. Everyone in the movie we just watched
died
even the viewers
All dead
We the ever-dead viewers
propped up in front of the telly
so in sync with their imagination
No one survived life on earth
yet the solar-enhanced televisions
continued to play
as long as the sun would shine
with no one left
to believe their shit
29/05/19 Washington DC
558. So easy to gloss over the fact
that we will all die tomorrow
We are so busy reminiscing
how fantastic yesterday could have been
Only if it all
could have been different
29/05/19 Washington DC
559. The birds looking as morbid as ever
in their usual flustered way
tweeting a worn-out melody
from long ago extinct ancestors
fall out of the last remaining tree
as robotic replacement birds
programmed to act cheerful
whistle harmoniously
and fly into the sun
recharging their solar panels
29/05/19 Washington DC
560. Going to sleep with nothing to say
Dreams will have empty space bubbles
Silence will knock at my ribs
Tap Tap Tap
I will assign no meaning
Tomorrow I will wake from another torturous night
of evil dreams
but I will not recall what of
because of going to sleep
with nothing to say
30/05/19 Washington DC
561. As with any nuclear reaction
the future explosion at the core of my being
will contaminate all thoughts
within the fading radius
of whom I could have become
if I had not imploded
30/05/19 Washington DC
562. We have out stayed our welcome
We sing rusty songs
Dance to unheralded rhymes
Laugh with burnt-old gods
Disseminate dishonourable disasters
The door is left open
while we sleep
for us to leave
but we never will
Staying forever in your life
31/05/19 Washington DC
563. The Washington DC we see in our daily shuffle
is nothing like the Washington DC
we see on the news in Australia
People here content with talking to flowers
Picnic with squirrels and chipmunks
Reciting poetry in the alley
Chasing evaporating psychedelic mirages
in front of the Lincoln Memorial
Washington DC is an imaginary city
that is so easy to find oneself in
31/05/19 Washington DC
564. No one reads my tweets
my posts my emails texts novels
sonnets webpages smoke signals
or answers my phone calls
Surely all this proves I do not exist
31/05/19 Washington DC
565. I rode my horse to the Moon
Proving only vegetarians
can fly in space
31/05/19 Washington DC
566. A three-year old asked me why I was sad
Not knowing I was sad
I smiled
She asked me why I was happy
So I growled like a bear
said I was hungry
Then I floated away
so a three-year
would stop asking why I was
what I was
leaving me with questions
why I was still three
01/06/19 Washington DC
567. Just recently I started 2019
Now June
Speed of light
Most halfway past where I was
when I just recently opened my eyes
and it had just started being 2019
@ this rate
I may as well say goodbye to 2019
while I still have the chance
01/06/19 Washington DC
568. I will change what will be
to what could have been
reincarnating into a once glorious pretend me
who stood so long at your door
with it never opening for me
as the world rushed past
trampling me
beholding your fleeting touch
02/06/19 Washington DC
569. Tomorrow
Little surprise that it is hides behind love
Love hides beyond hope
Hope is too often a fading shadow
hidden between faith
and chance
exposing tomorrow will make us free
if only we knew how to
02/06/19 Washington DC
570. Shortly after we understand life
we die
but never will we understand
death
571. Laying down
Sinking into myself
All the images of today
rolling off
coagulating streams of experiences
DNA molecules of insights
splitting to form what tomorrow will bring
For now feeling drained
happy for today
happy it is over
happy if there is a tomorrow
Happily sinking into myself
as the world dims
into insignificance once again
03/06/19 Washington DC
572. Everyone who has ever died
should have eaten like me
had my thought patterns
laughed at my jokes
skipped along the path I have
followed my fashion
Then they too could still be alive
lying I am today
03/06/19 Washington DC
573. We went looking for spaceships in the canyon
Sought a short cut to Nirvana at the mall
Meditated on frozen vegetables at Walmart
50-years later no one still will help me with my search
Maybe I should try a new laxative
03/06/19 Washington DC
574. I performed immediate surgery
on a misplaced tweet
that shed a poor light upon my darkness
that one saw before
or after my misplaced tweet
03/06/19 Washington DC
575. UFO sightings are a result of
unfiltered gas built up in the human body
which escapes into the brain cavity
affecting the ocular nerve
causing typical hallucinations
and UFO sightings
03/06/19 Washington DC
576. Confusion is caused
when binary thought patterns
break apart
Resulting in favouring the losing team
in the grand finale of any game
03/06/19 Washington DC
577. Her smile still torments me
even after realizing the Mona Lisa
was not looking at me directly
03/06/19 Washington DC
578. My mother never laughed at my jokes
Cheered when I hit a homerun
Agreed that my wife was quite the catch
Or cried when I died
My mother put me up for adoption
when I was two-years old
03/06/19 Washington DC
579. For every ten thoughts that I have
eleven make no sense
tomorrow I shall think of a way
to change
some of that
03/06/19 Washington DC
580. At the airport
I watched a boat load of clowns
disappear into rainbow candied clouds
right before an ambulance drove away
with me waving inside
unfortunately no one else saw the clowns
but we did pass around the rainbows candy clouds
as we floated through the night
departing then arriving
with all the other passengers
and assorted clowns
03/06/19 Washington DC
581. Life is so simple these days
Just open the window
tomorrow rushes in
Close the door
yesterday saunters out
Inhale
today begins
Exhale
today ends
Life is so simple we barely recognize it is ending
04/06/19 Washington DC
582. Another exciting exasperating night
when anticipated dreams
will smother us in our sleep
providing a higher than expected profit margin
of deaths
caused by fateful dreaming
not covered by corrupt insurance companies
with a death by dream policy
negation clause
04/06/19 Washington DC
583. Another day swept away
into the alley for recycling buffs to refurbish
into a better tomorrow
you and I together again
04/06/19 Washington DC
584. We watched the senators
in person
on the House Floor
Not so clownish as on TV
They so important
We not
We are visitors
So are they
Today on The Hill
we are the same
just passing through
To aliens observing us all
we just appear as the fools
of equal calamity
that we are
05/06/19 Washington DC
585. Took the wrong train today
got off on the planet Mars
Aliens (to us)
stopped
stared at us
like we were from outer space
05/06/19 Washington DC
586. What a great ending the season finale was
All the good actors went to heaven
The bad ones had to eat meat
For eternity
05/06/19 Washington DC
587. Organic non-GMO love
does not last
Like chemically preserved artificial love
lasts
which explains so much
I won’t begin here
05/06/19 Washington DC
588. Every day I say this
will be the last ridiculous thing
I will write
Knowing tomorrow
I will have lied
once again
05/06/19 Washington DC
589. Hopefully the person I awake as tomorrow
will have sympathy for me
treat me to a fantastic performance
Engage with the wonderfulness within me
be smarter
funnier
richer
as manly as me
Otherwise I shall stay to sleep
continue to dream
05/06/19 Washington DC
590. A hundred years ago
everyone ate organic non-GMO foods
Look what became of them
Fertilizer for the next crop of want to eat-righters
Far-out
06/06/19 Washington DC
591. So worried about who will be in power
in the future
Sheep jumped off the cliff
landing with a thud
Like all who worry
they followed one another
instead of staying behind to become lamb chops
Perhaps they made the correct choice after all
Did you
06/06/19 Washington DC
592. With the eradication of all religions
Humans will be free to love once-again
Ask every other species that has ever lived
06/06/19 Washington DC
593. So disappointed to be cut
as star of the new Netflix series
even before it was thought of
07/06/19 Washington DC
594. In the future when global warming really takes hold
the Easter Bunny
along with chocolate eggs
will melt
turning the White House lawn brown
along with the climate deniers
as they flow off into their self-created annihilation
celebrating their achievements
along with their creator
07/06/19 Washington DC
595. My favourite musician died today
becoming extinct before the rest of humanity
so that we could sing his songs
as we all fade away
in Dr John’s New Orleans Blues
07/06/19 Washington DC
596. All the animals escaped from the zoo
roaming freely
leaving us still in cages
looking for a way out
07/06/19 Washington DC
597. Having risen to our creative maximum
we were hung in the museum for future robots to admire
and to verbalize
in machine language
‘what were they thinking’
07/06/19 Washington DC
597. Having risen to our creative maximum
we were hung in the museum for future robots to admire
and to verbalize
in machine language
‘what were they thinking’
07/06/19 Washington DC
597. My own needs were met
all others fell by the wayside
swept away to be needed
someday future
09/06/19 Washington DC
598. I Googled Michelangelo
looking for an answer
because he wouldn’t respond to my text
Yet I still don’t know
if he believed in love at first sight
08/06/19 Washington DC
599. If I could paint as well as Susan
I would no longer need a camera to record
the dream I had last night
You and I floating above the earth
free-form-flying cares dissipating far below
If I were an artist like my sister
you would know what I mean
08/06/19 Washington DC
601. I dream in hieroglyphics
making no sense
why the governor
no longer listens to me
09/06/19 Washington DC
602. If only there was a chance of survival
I would answer the knock on my door
Handout non-GMO organic Himalayan unrefined sage advice
Before continuing my rant on the failure of Freudian therapeutic mice
But there is no chance of survival
09/06/19 Washington DC
603. The last time I was satisfied
was before I was born
09/06/19 Washington DC
604. Washington DC is full of intergalactic aliens
who whisper nonsense into my ears
send me down dead-end streets
give me illegal substances
then laugh at my confusion
It is time for me to go back to Australia
and talk with my normal koala relatives
09/06/19 Washington DC
605. All the best players on the field
An easy win in sight
Losing is for losers
All the bets were in
Easy money to be had
Global warming just a Chinese invention
to spook the others
Everyone gathered and drowned together
Oops
10/06/19 Washington DC
606. Feeling happy all the time
Life is so good
Lucky just to be dancing and singing
Excitement runs rampart
I hope these cartoons continue on my TV
and I never have to go outside again
10/06/19 Washington DC
607. What a day of discovery
The police realized I was driving too fast
while vaping on my phone
looking for another pub
my ex-wife’s lawyer found my alias
and address on the very same day
Her landlord watched my rent cheque bounce
down the street
and my lover discovered
I was 72 not 22
what a wonderful day of discovery
10/06/19 Washington DC
608. So easy to get away from everyone
I just put my head into the sand
At a most distant location
on a remote island
hidden far from the nasties of climate change
Futured proof by sex-driven aliens
whom I please on a rotating continuing basis
Giving an overall haven of protection
to keep me far from the maddening crowds
of the screeching symphony of human scum
that line the horizon looking for me
always in a most loving way
11/06/19 Washington DC
609. At the museum
I try to be inconspicuous
but the hungry horny horde
of American tourists
see me as a relic worth a selfie with
Making me go crazy
when there is no need to
11/06/19 Washington DC
610. I noticed some people became wealthy
playing their role as an idiot
Just plain damn fools
No wisdom at all
People gave them fame
Gave them money
Gave their body fluids as a token of wannabe love
So I tried too
Acted like an idiot
offering unlasting love
which is the reason I am writing this
in my padded cell
at the Temple of Fake News
and Blessed Responsibility
11/06/19 Washington DC
611. If only I had not died in my sleep
I would tell you about the most amazing dream
I had with you as the star
in it last night
not long before I died in my sleep
11/06/19 Washington DC
612. Everything we do in life
just a reflective shadow
of what we could have accomplished
if only we had done it all different
11/06/19 Washington DC
613. The poets swear scream bang their heads
against graveyards
Classified performance art
Such a distasteful disguised sequel
of attention seeking jitters
Protest as a result of not enough mother’s milk
at infant now adult stages
Poets are a lame weak non-productive lot
If in old-age I should write poetry
ship me back to ancient Greece
to learn to be a man again
Or at least block my social-media accounts
12/06/19 Washington DC
614. At the picnic today such a lovely meal
shared with mosquitoes’ flies and assorted bugs
We all left full
Life on earth so fulfilling
12/06/19 Washington DC
615. I love advertising
it makes me feel so wonderful
using products I never knew existed
What they’re for
Always plus and negative
Adding to my clutter
Subtracting my bank amounts
I love advertising
and how I can be anyone but me
if I use their shit
12/06/19 Washington DC
616. I lost interest in the game
when I realized the other players did not know
I was in the game too
causing me to wonder
if it is possible to win
when invisible or lost
sleeping on the sidelines
12/06/19 Washington DC
617. I had a taste of fame once
when I was attacked by an angry array of bees
for stealing their honey
but I let them have you
karma blowing in the wind
12/06/19 Washington DC
618. The stream of consciousness
going through DC
is not real
but one could drown
by slipping
on such a slippery metaphor
12/06/19 Washington DC
619. I didn’t make up the facts of my life
Nothing scripted
Nothing planned
Ordained or gifted
Floating hurtles
I tripped over them all
got back up
No fanfare
No praise
No re-do
Time to erase facts
create a better timeline
write a different fable
I am no longer me
Do ya wanna dance
13/06/19 Washington DC
620. After a diet of toxic thoughts
Second-hand dreams
Slutty wishes
I changed my life around
Now I have slutty thoughts
Second-hand wishes
Toxic dreams
13/06/19 Washington DC
621. I hired an actor to play the role of me
He was booed off the stage
Everyone wanted me
When I awoke in the alley
my shoes were running down the street
No one applauded
So I went back to sleep
13/06/19 Washington DC
622. Stars falling from the sky
their amazing lifecycle over
I try to care
Make a chart of falling stars
Billions of years come to naught
Just as I begin to internalise such vastness
the pizza delivery arrives
I focus on the uneven pieces in the box
What could ever in the universe
could be more annoying
than uneven cut pieces of pizza
13/06/19 Washington DC
623. The pious messiahs glowing in their wise disguise
ask for spare change
to fly back to heaven
so we can burn in peace
13/06/19 Washington DC
624. I blended in with the tourists today
Floating into space
Tossing Bitcoins into the fountain
Covering my soul with souvenirs
crafted in Mother China
In space there are no tariffs
Yet I still hear the screams of tourists
Wanting more
14/06/19 Washington DC
625. I thought my past lovers
were lovers of life
But now that they are all dead
I doubt if they are
14/06/19 Washington DC
626. Standing in lines
Listening to lines
Falling in line
Surely there is a reason
for this line of thought
14/06/19 Washington DC
627. People celebrating
Not sure what
I lifted my glass too
Toasting in a most foreign fashion
Realizing too late they were cannibals
I was the feast
As I write these last words
the fires consuming me
I laugh
knowing I am not worth the feed
And that I will return as a ghost
constantly in need of attention
in my once-upon-a-time needy-Leo way
15/06/19 Washington DC
628. Wild women chanting
‘me too’
Fell into the river
I let them drown
What a quiet neighbourhood
we now have
15/06/19 Washington DC
629. If I had dinosaur stew for dinner
would I still be a vegetarian
As they no longer exist
15/06/19 Washington DC
635. The discomforts of change
People look strange
Sounds so foreign
Food customs smiles
Don’t know how to act
I don’t know the game
The rules
What to say
I don’t understand your language
Your expression
Your manners
Why you all are so small
Having lunch in a children’s playground
so uncomfortable
17/06/19 The Bronx, New York City
636. Back in NYC
These ghostly haunted streets
I see parts of me from 55 years ago
Some before then some after then
Looking at me
Bewildered
Whatever happened to that cool young thing
That danced so freely
Reminders of times so different
Yet so familiar
I forget I ever left
the streets of New York City
17/06/19 The Bronx, New York City
637. Learning how to be a tourist
in my old home city
Looking with eyes of a foreign
at what once was so familiar
When I sleep will my dreams be as a foreigner
or as one who has finally returned home
if only for a moment
in such a quickly passing life
17/06/19 The Bronx, New York City
638. All the streets filled with strangers
Not the strange people from the 1960s
Fifty years ago
People now looking all so pseudo normal
Boring
Fashions boring
Millennial’s stares
Boring
We were colourful
Bells beads tie-dyed strolling
Everyone on a magical mystery tour
What became of us
Why is the world so toxic
The streets so numb
The people so dull
19/06/19 The Bronx, New York City
639. The preacher girl
Yelling in the square
Jumping up and down
She has a microphone
We hear her blocks away
Telling everyone who doesn’t want to hear her
That jesus will save us
Everyone else headed to hell
We are all fucked
Except for her because she loves jesus
She looks foreign
Probably Mexican
No doubt an illegal
I tweet trump
‘we got one here’
Jesus doesn’t want her either
I go home to my nice comfy place
it is heaven
19/06/19 The Bronx, New York City
640. Rain washed away my poem
Can’t remember how it went
What a pain
Being washed away in the rain
19/06/19 The Bronx, New York City
641. I wrote myself a reminder note
to wake alive tomorrow
But I forgot to read it
and died in my sleep
19/06/19 The Bronx, New York City
642. If everyone died
No one would know it
19/06/19 The Bronx, New York City
643. Evolution is based on mistakes
which makes me evolve faster
every day
19/06/19 The Bronx, New York City
644. So quiet in the New York City public library
Main reading room
Surrounded by noisy books
Thrill seeking readers
Out of place tourists
e-books lay in the gutter
trampled
I was here fifty-years ago when books were life
Fifty years more neither books nor I will exist
How unfortunate for the books
20/06/19 The Bronx, New York City
645. Sitting here gazing at memories
Shadow dancing
Who would guess
they would outlive me
20/06/19 The Bronx, New York City
644. So quiet in the New York City public library
Main reading room
Surrounded by noisy books
Thrill seeking readers
Out of place tourists
e-books lay in the gutter
trampled
I was here fifty-years ago when books were life
Fifty years more neither books nor I will exist
How unfortunate for the books
20/06/19 The Bronx, New York City
645. Sitting here gazing at memories
Shadow dancing
Who would guess
they would outlive me
20/06/19 The Bronx, New York City
646. What a day it has been
Wars rumours of war peace treaties
Colossal mistakes
No allies to trust
Meaningless directions
Everything so intense
when shopping for shoes
20/06/19 The Bronx, New York City
647. I love exercise
I favour hiking skiing surfing
Bobsledding
Getting to the top of Mt Everest
is exciting
Exercise is so wonderful
Once I get out of bed
and find the remote
I will change the channel
to another fitness marvel
20/06/19 The Bronx, New York City
648. Being a celebrity is so difficult
when no one knows you are
I think I shall stop wearing my disguise
as a nobody and parade naked
down main street as the celebrity I am
then I will be forever noticed
19/06/19 The Bronx, New York City
649. I stayed awake past my bedtime
At least thirty-years too much
No wonder I feel so tired
When I die
I will catch up with sleep
Then I will be ready to party
all night long
21/06/19 The Bronx, New York City
650. I bought a new computer today
All the latest bells and whistle
Fast too
More energy
More storage
Slicker lighter smaller
than any before
Still I end by writing more nonsense
than ever before
21/06/19 The Bronx, New York City
651. Last night in New York City
Last night in the central of the universe
Not cast into outer darkness
Nor into a greater light
Just going to someplace else
A place that doesn’t matter
A place that is not New York City
21/06/19 The Bronx, New York City
652. She was wonderful
Oozing sweetness
Easy on the mind
Socially uniquely sophisticated
No me-2 crap
Just plain sexy velveteen voice
Saccharine smiled
Eager to please
Instantly answerable to my whatever demands
Whatifs
I am never lonely or bored
When my lipsticked smeared robot is fully charged
22/06/19 Oviedo, Florida, USA
653. My life is an oversized house
full of clutter
in the path of a tornado
If anything flies past you
remember I was once
an oversized house
full of clutter
22/06/19 Oviedo, Florida, USA
654. I like to crawl up behind alligators
and say ‘boo’
They like it too
Much like any day of my life
does to me
22/06/19 Oviedo, Florida, USA
655. What a wonderful place here in Orlando
Sun shines air so warm
People always happy
Gators too
75-million tourists per year
to see mindless theme parks
Worship cartoon life
first-hand
Alternative realities
Believing global warming is a hoax
and that changing hot days to air-conditioned
is our global right
Third world famines
wars
poverty
on the switch-off news
Life here in Florida so magical
No suffering in sight
Bubbles of happiness to float away in
Bye bye Ms American Pie
23/06/19 Oviedo, Florida, USA
656. My worries now so different than fifty-years ago
40-years ago
30-years ago
60-years ago
20-years ago
Yesterday
Yet worries just the same
I forgot how those other worries turned out
Just as I will forget these worries
Not sure why I worry
I am worried that my worries
are not worth the worry
which is a worry in itself
to be worried about
23/06/19 Oviedo, Florida, USA
657. I did not see the news today
which proves that nothing newsworthy indeed
did happen
23/06/19 Oviedo, Florida, USA
658. In my alternative world
we laugh along the shore
make fantastic plans
then fly off into the sunset
as two birds naturally would
far from the life you left
and I didn’t so long ago
when I didn’t live in my alternative world
but you did
23/06/19 Oviedo, Florida, USA
659. If it were not for the last line
this poem would make no sense
23/06/19 Oviedo, Florida, USA
660. I live in a world of make believe
that I believed I could make
and I did
believing in
my make believe
23/06/19 Oviedo, Florida, USA
661. Don’t know where to begin
so I will start in the middle
Shortly before the uprising of indifference
When we cared
Though in fact
the middle is not far removed
from the start or the end
So I will go no further
Proving such indifference as I have arrived at
24/06/19 Oviedo, Florida, USA
662. Karmic love
is nothing more
than an elaborate hoax
to get laid
24/06/19 Oviedo, Florida, USA
663. I did not have enough time
to do today
so I will do it tomorrow
when I have nothing due to do
24/06/19 Oviedo, Florida, USA
664. I sought wisdom on the internet
only to be hacked by the Easter Rabbit
Santa Clause and the Lone Ranger
All of whom suggested
I did not exist in real life
24/06/19 Oviedo, Florida, USA
665.The myth of me
so secret
I can not know the origins
of the myth of me
24/06/19 Oviedo, Florida, USA
666. Storm stayed still longer than predicted
I stood in the paddock
arms upright
to ground an errant lightning bolt
sky to earth through me
how disappointed to be passed over
Not noble enough
Not pure enough
Not enough
to become the path from sky to earth
to be lightning conduit
Another ordinary night for me
25/06/19 Oviedo, Florida, USA
667. An angry mob
of naked me-2 virgins
on heat
ripped my clothes off
then I woke up
Damn
25/06/19 Oviedo, Florida, USA
668. Baby Boomers have fucked up
the planet
Boom Boom Boom
No future for babies
25/06/19 Oviedo, Florida, USA
669. There is a conspiracy theory
going around
that claims our lives matter
But theirs’s don’t
Or was it ours don’t matter
But theirs’s do
Flexible theories for non-flexible minds
I believe everything
It is simpler that way
25/06/19 Oviedo, Florida, USA
670. I get lost so easy
Last night I got lost in a dream
Fell down a hole
Walked into a wall
Got washed away in rapidly flowing thoughts
Woke up sweating
Still lost I asked at the ticket counter which way east
But no one answered
In my confusion I ate breakfast
told myself I was normal
No one believed me
Leaving me as I began Lost
25/06/19 Oviedo, Florida, USA
671. Then Jesus came down from the mountain
Eating bread and fruit
The disciples questioned
‘what became of your low-carb diet?’
26/06/19 Oviedo, Florida, USA
672. The alarm has been set
Wake the town
Dreaming is over
We are all screwed
Even the dogs bark
out of tune
out of time
out of sync
As for me
I am going back to sleep
forgoing any alarms
at all
Sleeping through our destruction
26/06/19 Oviedo, Florida, USA
673. So much effort
hardly recognize the simplicity
of nothing at all
26/06/19 Oviedo, Florida, USA
674. I let my hair grow and grow
until one day there was enough
to make a magic carpet
which I promptly rode upon
beyond where I could imagine
giving me no way to return
to the craziness of earth
26/06/19 Oviedo, Florida, USA
675. Imagine a time before being born
then imagine a time after you died
which time was a better time for the earth
Ribbons and daffodils
Puppies and wine
Love passing as a disguise
for wandering narratives
The best time ever
is between birth and death
when the earth is at her finest
because of us
26/06/19 Oviedo, Florida, USA
676. Humans survived tens-of-thousands of years
without internet why not now
27/06/19 Oviedo, Florida, USA
677. We went to the cape to watch a space launch
The sky was wrong
Nothing went up
Nothing came down
I never did depend on the sky for completeness
It just sits there
I don’t care
Whenever I go into space
I make no announcements
No crowds gather
No missions are scrubbed
No cape for me
No sky either
What a successful launch
This morning has been
27/06/19 Oviedo, Florida, USA
678. My pier-review of Coco Beach Pier
is that it is one big stupid nothing worth viewing
Compared to a real pier such as Brighton Pier in the UK
or any pier in Australia
it is barely worth a pile of firewood
and that is my pier-review of that stupid pier
that has no peer
27/06/19 Oviedo, Florida, USA
679. I keep losing stuff
Yesterday I lost my life
Now the ghost of me
sits around writing stupid lyrics
that no longer make sense
28/06/19 Oviedo, Florida, USA
680. With all the rest we scurried along
the freeway in search of fulfillment
So many cars
So many people
So much want
And we are still sitting
in the fast-food drive through
28/06/19 Oviedo, Florida, USA
681. I go to bed each night hungry
so as to fill up on nutritional dreams
Waking sometime hence
hungry and nurtured at the same time
28/06/19 Oviedo, Florida, USA
682. Fat people filling up on junk fool’s foods
at the super airconditioned theme park
Debts for pleasure filling the arena
Americans wanting free medical
to keep fat bodies spending
to keep money rolling through scheme parks
so everyone can enjoy being fat cats
on happy medications
Helping to sink first Florida
then the rest of the USA
How cool is that
28/06/19 Oviedo, Florida, USA
683. If it wasn’t for digital technology
I would read a book
Write a letter
Sing a song
Walk a mile
Talk with my wife
Hey isn’t digital technology really great
29/06/19 Oviedo, Florida, USA
684. All day with no result hoped for
Perhaps tomorrow will be a better time to conquer Europe
Asia the day following
With increasingly better fortune
Australia later in the week
For now
I will only dream of what could have been
if only the neighbour’s dog had let me pass him on the footpath
rather than chase me up this tree
where I have spent the weekend
29/06/19 Oviedo, Florida, USA
685. I went to visit my dead friend
but her ashes had blown away
in yesterday’s tornado
in a rather non-karmic fashion
29/06/19 Oviedo, Florida, USA
686. Theories and lies share the same ancestry
with both having a chance with legitimacy
if only there was proof
29/06/19 Oviedo, Florida, USA
687. It is amazing to be alive
when so many billions have died
They are not resting in peace
They no longer exist
Anywhere
We dredge through life just to die
How exciting it is to live
29/06/19 Oviedo, Florida, USA
688. Yawn and whisper
Day almost done
Nothing to remember
Nothing to forget
Living a seamless life
Nuclear inhalation
just another boring evolutionary equation
Yawn and whisper
Life on earth almost done
30/06/19 Oviedo, Florida, USA
689. Ducks in the pond looking very suspicious
either having escaped Disneyworld down the road
or they are robotic ducks
casing our home with criminal intent
Tomorrow I will booby-trap the pond
with dynamite and deal with the issue
30/06/19 Oviedo, Florida, USA
690. Crazy people at the supermarket
I throw eggs at them
to neutralize their behaviour
Now I am the one
not being appreciated
for taking on my civic duty
30/06/19 Oviedo, Florida, USA
691. I hold a screaming match with the thunder
I believe I won
Now I am the one
Left out in the storm
in a rapidly moving moment
of unfairness
30/06/19 Oviedo, Florida, USA
692. At the Emergency Room
patients staff clowns
wounded reptilians seeking physical care
Rain calmly falls
No one notices
UFOs land near a religion-free sanctuary
no one looks
Birds bark
Dogs whistle
Millennial cowboys say Me-2
then masturbate in the shadows
Just another ordinary day in the ER
01/07/19 Oviedo, Florida, USA
693. Occurrences never seen before
Not even imagined
A foot of hailstones in Mexico in the summer
People supporting a madman as president
Truth-telling is fake news
People believing a fox and her friends
We have passed the tipping point
Pets now called comfort animals ride freely on airplanes
Cinderella is carrying Snow White’s child
So much strangeness
Everyday such an adventure
01/07/19 Oviedo, Florida, USA
694. What a way to finish the day
Sinking with exhaustion into dreamless slumber
Aches worries dramas
Melting away in the hot evening escapades
whatever comes next
I will gladly drift away with it
02/07/19 Englewood, Florida, USA
695. If the earth was not so tilted
the picture on the wall
would be much straighter
02/07/19 Englewood, Florida, USA
696. The winds of disbelief
would not have affected me so much
if I had been born a cow
or any other comfort animal
02/07/19 Englewood, Florida, USA
697. The people rose up from revolt when learning
there was no return from death
But no one cared
then died
anyway
02/07/19 Englewood, Florida, USA
698. Warm Florida sea
Before the storm
Waves playing with my hair
Sand between toes
Darkening skies chase us to our car
Sky lights up
Thunder
We drive off
If you thought this would become a sensible poem
you are wrong
03/07/19 Englewood, Florida, USA
699. Come on get real
Plastic shoes
now referenced as vegan leather path finders
Organic gluten free blessed dog food
Flesh eating bacteria in the bay
Is anyone ever taking the USA serious again
03/07/19 Englewood, Florida, USA
700. Trying to remember what it was like
Before birth
but seventy-two years of running
down the road
has clouded my memory
03/07/19 Englewood, Florida, USA
701. Don’t wake me up in the morning
if I am dead
or if my dreams
are of a magical time
or if I have already left
for the day
03/07/19 Englewood, Florida, USA
702. Independence Day
Fireworks frightening dogs livestock
Casualties of war
Why not celebrate
Just eating a bowl of cookie dough ice cream
Independence from diets
Freedom of tastes
Memory of childhood
before future times
became so frightening
Independence Day
really just fake news
04/07/19 Oviedo, Florida, USA
703. The drive across Florida takes only four hours
Just enough time to die
In an accident
04/07/19 Oviedo, Florida, USA
704. ‘What a conundrum’
I visited friends I had not seen for years
they said I looked good for my age
I think that makes them good friends
If someone said I looked good for any age
they would become better friends
If you say I look terrific for a young person
you would be my best friend
04/07/19 Oviedo, Florida, USA
705. ‘Better’ has elasticity
each time stretching
beyond the better’ before
With best never achievable
until the elasticity stretches beyond
all limitation
bursting into ‘best’
04/07/19 Oviedo, Florida, USA
706. Ha Ha Ha said god
to the lame, poor, disabled
unhappy roamers of the earth
Wow what a shit thing to say
04/07/19 Oviedo, Florida, USA
707. So many life coaches
They should be put on a coach
sent to Mars
Perhaps they could find some alien
that cares
05/07/19 Oviedo, Florida, USA
708. I have often feared this moment
coming face to face with blankness
Emptiness reflecting emptiness
death of creative appetite
Colourless inspiration
No organic vegan-chicken
left in the fridge
05/07/19 Oviedo, Florida, USA
709. After three-days not watching any media
I rose from the dead
to watch cartoon-news
Much like that other dude did
2000-years ago
05/07/19 Oviedo, Florida, USA
710. While living a typical pretend life
with pretend people
in a pretend world
I didn’t have a pretend stroke
that left me hopelessly pretending
I hadn’t
05/07/19 Oviedo, Florida, USA
711. I remember you from fifty-five years ago
But I don’t remember me then
Or what I said to get what I wanted
from you then
I surly don’t want now
what I did then
except for an afternoon nap
not with you
so bye bye ms American pie
age has exploded my memory-myth of you
05/07/19 Oviedo, Florida, USA
712. Alligators relaxing in the morning sun
But not me
They are in my path dreaming of lunch
I have a PhD in communication
Words fail me
I have a BA in journalism
A master’s in literature
Will I become the story
I try to recall lessons from quantum physics
Death is only another avenue into a parallel universe
Atoms decomposing
or is it me that needs a new belief portal
Perhaps like me they are vegan
Non-GMO-Organic-Grass-fed American-Comfort-Vegan-Gators
I take no chances
I wake up and run
06/07/19 Oviedo, Florida, USA
713. Being a grass-fed organic cow
She jumped over the moon
Delighting children everywhere
as well as those vaping medical marijuana
06/07/19 Oviedo, Florida, USA
714. We went to the oldest city in the USofA today
So many tourists
Couldn’t see past them to see anything old
Though I felt old myself
Everyone saw past me
Just another narcistic shadow in an ageless alley
07/07/19 Oviedo, Florida, USA
715. Got off of the interstate
Drove a narrow road along the coast
In the future everyone will take the interstate
The coastal road will be under water
Not enough believed
in global warming
Not to worry
they will get to the end
faster then
07/07/19 Oviedo, Florida, USA
716. So many people making streaming movies
Each better than the other
Soon we will run short of viewers
Everyone making a new flick
No time remains to go forth into experience
Not to share
But to have just for ourselves
07/07/19 Oviedo, Florida, USA
717. The neurological benefits of gratitude
never enhanced the lives of the slaughtered
Why should it benefit our delusions
that we are so significantly attuned
to synchronized blissful mindfulness
But I am thankful to have realized that
07/07/19 Oviedo, Florida, USA
718. So close to remembering
So close to not giving a shit
that I don’t
07/07/19 Oviedo, Florida, USA
719. No one is smarter than us
It just may be that we believed someone
saying someone was smarter
than the rest
and we were dumb enough
to believe
Making our consciousness
drifting in a vacuum
hardly worth syncing with
Though we fantasize that it is
07/07/19 Oviedo, Florida, USA
720. We did so much for love
When we are old we wonder why
for her
We did so much for success
we get it
stressed and aged
wondering why we ever wanted it
We did so much to get through the day
This morning I wondered why
Joy is a social construct mocking happiness
so easily accepted then discarded
without wondering why
08/07/19 Oviedo, Florida, USA
721. So much easier to be hip on social media
than as a resident in a nursing home
which is why my assisted living is online
instead of in this nursing home
where no one sees how hip I am
08/07/19 Oviedo, Florida, USA
722. I like being my own boss
it keeps my wife
on her toes
08/07/19 Oviedo, Florida, USA
723. I was the first in my family
to surf from Australia to North America
Everyone else died
before the internet
made it possible
08/07/19 Oviedo, Florida, USA
724. I took a leap of faith
luckily I knew how to fly
and landed on a big fat lie
08/07/19 Oviedo, Florida, USA
725. Ink flows south
Pen points north
What comes out of my mouth
Makes me hoarse
Ding dong
Went the song
No sense the aim
Hip hop is so lame
For goodness sake
Don’t let me wake
I would rather scream
than have another dream
of you
in my shoes
If only my pen would stop
So would I
09/07/19 Washington DC, USA
726. We shot through the sky
Visions of time past passed
So much going on below
Love, death, joy, anger, failures, successes
Comfort animals keeping the insecure secure
Someone says Americans are losing their way
I am a duel citizen
Australia/American
I am only half lost
The other half crashing through clouds
Higher than Mt Everest
When we land I celebrate
Quietly questioning
where possibly will I find room
to store even more memories
Senility is the decluttering of the past
Time for me to accept the past is gone
Being forgetful is trending
09/07/19 Washington DC, USA
727. That we are all doomed
is a comforting thought
I used to fear it was only me
That we are all blessed such fuzzy logic
Tomorrow will be so much better than today
Such a laugh which we all surely need
Everything is anything we want it to be
isn’t interpretation wonderful
09/07/19 Washington DC, USA
728. Fifty-years ago walking on the moon
Not me
Them
I was in space then too
Over-the-moon so to speak
They tripped
I tripped
In my early twenties over vast horizons I went in my mind
Fifty-years later we all have memories
Footprints elsewhere
Fifty-years hence we all will be forgotten
As well as generation XYZ
All forgotten
I just forgot what I was writing
Isn’t that sublime
10/07/19 Washington DC, USA
729. After millions of years
humans are the only species
constantly reinventing
how to raise their offspring
Obviously
evolution has failed
09/07/19 Washington DC, USA
730. The beauty of life constantly revealed
refreshed reinvented
by marketing gurus
I love the refurbished life
when the surprises are untouched
by marketing forces
10/07/19 Washington DC, USA
731. What I like about a new day
is that we get another shot
at fucking everything up
11/07/19 Washington DC, USA
732. What a life thy lived
Our lives will never be in a museum
Children lines up
wide-eyed
shaking heads
at our antics in 2019
I was at the Indian one today
Those poor fuckers
What they went through
suffering shit because of us white folks
Luckily the museum was air-conditioned
has elevators and a café
though food was expensive
What a difficult life
we spectators live
11/07/19 Washington DC, USA
733. Millennials lack humour
I tried watching a TV show with some
They were laughing
I didn’t get it
Looked stupid to me
My generation were the hilarious ones
Baby Boomers
Boom Boom Boom
We created the internet
Global warming
A few wars
Created the non-funny XYZ generations
How funny is that
11/07/19 Washington DC, USA
734. The wise and the fool
end like they began
Life is a dead-end street
The dot between start and finish
Really our life
Washed away with the rain
11/07/19 Washington DC, USA
735. We make so many mistakes
that they looked like ‘supposed-to-be’
then we get to this place
not knowing whether it is a mistake
or a ‘suppose-to-be’
So I paint everything in yellow and gold stripes
hoping everyone else is colour-blind
and happy too
11/07/19 Washington DC, USA
737. The approach
The crossing
The arrival
If we had never seen
the bloody stupid bridge
we would be content
with where we were
Another life lesson
gone to waste
12/07/19 Washington DC, USA
738. When I was a child my parents put me on a raft
Sent me out to sea
I landed some distant shore
surrounded by animals with masks
making jungle noises
I quickly flew to the highest mountain
where I became a frozen statue for most of my life
until global warming thawed me
and I free to fly back to Washington DC
in time to save a failing government
Now all the USA is thrilled
because of global warming
12/07/19 Washington DC, USA
739. I am a dream slut
Whore of the night
Pornographic shadow slipping in and out of erotic dreams
with cohorting millennials
Immersed in body parts
Orgies of intent
Intoxicated staggering through the night
Such a shame to awaken to my elderly frail body
after such a time of revelry
12/07/19 Washington DC, USA
740. Thought of the day
‘every breath is one breath closer
to being our last’
Thought of the night
‘if we die in our sleep
we will continue the dream we were having
when we died’
Thought after writing this
‘fuck off’
12/07/19 Washington DC, USA
741. I tried learning a new computer program today
that had no purpose in my life
After not learning it after many hours of effort
I ate breakfast with my opposite hand
as a rebellious notation
to prove nothing at all
is the answer to ageing
12/07/19 Washington DC, USA
742. Several vegetables with a wicked grin
advocated a new carnivorous lifestyle
Kale being the young and trendy
suggested a full-on revolt
Staid Cabbage Boring Broccoli
withered in their place
Soon cows, chucks, roos, flying pigs
were at the mercy of kale
and other boisterous vegetable felons
with humans on a list of future appetizers
As for me
I grabbed a southbound whale
headed for Australia
escaping the fate of the less fortunate
North Americans
13/07/19 Washington DC, USA
743. There is embedded a piece of moon rock
in a window celebrating the Apollo Mission
at the Washington Cathedral
next to a window of a dude on a cross
Which achieved more for humanity is unknown
but a rock from the moon
versus stories about an angry creator
has my vote
13/07/19 Washington DC, USA
744. Last night in the USA
Should we return
Would we want to
Could we care
Do we ever leave where we left so much of our self
Th USA won’t miss us
Such a big place
Seven billion people looking this way
I hide behind a foreign mask
no one notices
Last night in the USA
Or is it
13/07/19 Washington DC, USA
745. Every moment so excitingly different
Bundles of images loosely floating through mind
I grab a hold of one it takes me into space
No one near me realizes I am no longer there
Me flying through images on some distant plane
Looking so content and free
13/07/19 Washington DC, USA
746. I close my eyes
Drifting away with your touch
Not concerned with where or if we will ever land
as long as we drift together
13/07/19 Washington DC, USA
747. I built my cathedral out of chocolate
It melted in the noonday sun
No one attend mass
They melted away long ago
As all religions should have
13/07/19 Washington DC, USA
748. Jesus rode his comfort donkey into Jerusalem
but the people at the airport terminal said
“not on this flight mate”
They ate the donkey for dinner
and fed all the passengers
(except me I don’t eat meat)
At the cathedral in DC
they are still drinking Jesus’ blood
selling holy water to the lost
13/07/19 Washington DC, USA
749. Humans are so annoying
I try hiding from them
They keep coming up behind me
Saying ‘boo’
If it wasn’t for gravity
I would float away
Leave them all behind
saying ‘boo’
to one another
13/07/19 Washington DC, USA
750. I followed a magician into an alley
Now I am stuck as a pigeon with no wings
No sense of self
No ticket to free myself from being so painfully hidden from view
as a pigeon with no wings
13/07/19 Washington DC, USA
751. The millennials stand shivering in the corner
In fear of not being noticed on social media
In even greater fear of not being noticed anywhere
which they aren’t
except as a whinny distant sound
grinding to a halt
13/07/19 Washington DC, USA
752. I stayed awake all night
writing a poem that disappeared when I awoke
giving me little pleasure
if I had any to begin with
13/07/19 Washington DC, USA
753. We are all lost
which makes ‘Terrell’s lost-tour for the lost’ so affordable
and groovy
“your lose is my gain”
is my motto
13/07/19 Washington DC, USA
754. The need for redemption
only works after drowning
Those who can swim
make it to the flooded shores
13/07/19 Washington DC, USA
755. Dying poor is no different than dying rich
Flesh-eating bacteria enjoy either or both
760. I hit turbulence at 41,000 feet
I tightened my seatbelt
yet thoughts of you shook my foundation
Are you in the clouds
Above the clouds
Are you the clouds
that haunt me each flight I take
knowing we will never land together
forever
Until I too become a cloud
15/07/19 Flight Houston, Texas > Sydney, Australia
761. Glimpses of once-was-you
along the path
So easy the distance travelled
The time spent
This life to live
15/07/19 Flight Houston, Texas > Sydney, Australia
762. Outside my magic window
the world is vanishing
along with tomorrow
15/07/19 Flight Houston, Texas > Sydney, Australia
763. Difficulty this new routine
I always knew how transparent
transiting transference is
But to last this long
surely enhances that nothing lasts
longer than this moment
but for memory
that grows in its importance
17/07/19 Vista, South Australia
764. To pack what has been unpacked
is a weight unworthy to behold
17/07/19 Vista, South Australia
765. Obviously everyone on earth should go back
to where they came from
before coming to earth
and leave this planet to the cockroaches
who shall reign for evermore
18/07/19 Vista, South Australia
766. She loves to tell the story of when we first met
All so randomly rambling romantic
How through the years a match made in heaven
Tonight I heard her tell foreign strangers at the pub
how I died and the sadness of it all
so I went to a crowded corner and pinched myself
unaware of my death
Needless to say I quickly left town
joined a hip hop travelling revivalist circus
to escape death defying lovers
where I lived ever after
and wrote this
18/07/19 Vista, South Australia
767. While decluttering ancient dreams
I came across several antiquated ones
of when I promised you the world
Now that I am old
You are dead
The world sucks
This is one dream I will let go of
along with every other one
I once believed would manifest
yet never did
Leaving me in a constant state of dream
declutter
19/07/19 Vista, South Australia
768. Too tired to progress
I limped into tomorrow
totally unprepared
unplugged
unreasonably
19/07/19 Vista, South Australia
769. 65-years ago I was at the age
of the seven-year-old grandchild
Wow she sure is aging quickly
19/07/19 Vista, South Australia
770. It is puzzling to see generation XYZ
feeling like they should be toward the start
of alphabet soup
instead of its end
sinking to the bottom
19/07/19 Vista, South Australia
771. The lights went off
Stars hid
Clouds cried
Space became liquid
Egyptian mummies rose from the pyramids
Otherwise today
was just another yesterday
recycled
20/07/19 Vista, South Australia
772. Such dangerous lives we live
From start to finish
every moment a random chance of survival
giving birth to another random moment
in this dangerous dance
we call life
20/07/19 Vista, South Australia
773. Last week on the opposite side of earth
This week clinging on to a spinning planet
Who knows where we shall be flung into next
19/07/19 Vista, South Australia
774. Whispers echo through the night
Shadows grab a glimpse
only to disappear
Awaken desire incubates
giving life
to another topsy-turvy moment
Sweeping us away
20/07/19 Vista, South Australia
775. Love is more than a play on words
Everyday lost in this playground with you
21/07/19 Vista, South Australia
776. @ my funeral play jazz on a calliope
Have dancing horses
Tear drop clouds
Laughing children
Seagull flyovers
Throw organic non-GMO rice
during Tibetan chants
on a globally warming day
21/07/19 Vista, South Australia
777. People from my past saying ‘hi’
Remembering me
I don’t
I say I do
Pass Past People Please
I am not me
Who I was then no one is
We are all cut and pasted memories
Memories on a stick
Different circumstances
Distant environments
Diminishing repertoires
I turn off the internet the past is gone
Past People Pass Please
21/07/19 Vista, South Australia
778. My doctor sees me as her next sports car payment
I see her as a chance to keep me alive a bit longer
Such a symbiotic relationship
heading for mutual cliffs
21/07/19 Vista, South Australia
779. I drifted into cartoon infested swamps
of make-believe
searching for escape
from the female-icons devouring the world
But I am too late
being just another ageing-white-western-male
where ascendancy has descended
and the female hordes trample my spirit
leaving me to rust in yesterday’s monsoon sun
21/07/19 Vista, South Australia
780. My astrologer declared her love for me
If only I would send her a cheque for $59.99
in Bitcoins to her Chinese account
my transit transit Venus inconjunct Pluto
would manifest
our total celestial oneness
22/07/19 Vista, South Australia
781. Easily to go forward
No one noticing
Such spectacles we make of ourselves
wearing masks costumes of disguise
Imagining someone will recognize us
as someone else
Never happens
no matter the effort we limp to the finish line
to no applause
22/07/19 Vista, South Australia
782. A week ago we were at the top of the world
Now at the bottom
Downunder in the Outback
feeling like I am top of the world
So easy to be so distant
we should all be like this
Top of the world
No matter where
22/07/19 Vista, South Australia
783. Opened window
Night came in
Brought visions of us running through our youth
I leapt forward in excited memory
anticipation of doing it all again
Landing onto the floor
bruised head
broken visions
limping back out the window
without me
22/07/19 Vista, South Australia
784. People my age dying off at a more rapid rate each day
They should stop
Wait for me to catch up
Always worried I will forget what I am writing
before getting to say what was in my mind
If only I could complete what it was
before forgetting it
I could easily have finished what I was thinking
and the great importance of its presentation
22/07/19 Vista, South Australia
785. It took more than fifty-years for her to respond
to my sexual suggestions
in a letter I had written
Now more than fifty-years later
I wish she hadn’t
22/07/19 Vista, South Australia
786. I wish my friends were still alive
So I could pretend they weren’t gone
Then I won’t miss you so
22/07/19 Vista, South Australia
787. I used to pretend that I was old and frail
Now that I am
I wish I could pretend that I wasn’t
22/07/19 Vista, South Australia
788. Dinner was fun
Not for the animals eaten
They incarnated at the wrong time
Wrong planet
Wrong belief systems
I don’t eat animals
Haven’t for 55-years
The others laughed joked appeared happy
Animal vibes flooding through their veins
If a species dominated earth
Ate humans
Could we hide amongst the lettuce
Pretend we are vegetables fruit grass
Anything different than the domesticated animals
fools kill and eat for fun
23/07/19 Vista, South Australia
789. Sleep erases the accesses of life
we wake and clutter again
Such cycles keep us going for awhile
then we are dead
23/07/19 Vista, South Australia
790. It was only good news
as it was for our gain
those who lose disappeared into darkness
so we could never ascertain if their loss
our gain
was good news
or what finally brought about their end
23/07/19 Vista, South Australia
791. Change is good
Change is bad
Either way change creates chances
Chance to create
Chance to destroy
Chance to enjoy
Chance to regurgitate
Evolution is based on change
Otherwise all cereal would taste the same
24/07/19 Vista, South Australia
792. My dog doesn’t worry about climate change
Buffoon politicians
Immigrations
Tariffs
Currency fluctuation
Hackers
Identity theft
Or that I have an imaginary service-comfort dog
that I take with me on the bus
during rush hour
We should all be like me
content with our imagination
and the confusion it brings to those around us
24/07/19 Vista, South Australia
793. Sunsets remind me that everything comes to an end
in a most spectacular fashion
If only we would look
24/07/19 Vista, South Australia
794. Disruptive planning makes going forward so creative
in an open-ended catastrophic direction
where all our senses explode
upon landing
24/07/19 Vista, South Australia
795. I am the only one
not attending my funeral
24/07/19 Vista, South Australia
796. When we die we relive all our memories
in slow motion
with the parts of all whom we knew
played by robotic look a likes
high on astral dust
24/07/19 Vista, South Australia
797. Not even one was worthy of continuation
as time devoured essence
making a mockery of all we wanted
24/07/19 Vista, South Australia
796. When we die we relive all our memories
in slow motion
with the parts of all whom we knew
played by robotic look a likes
high on astral dust
24/07/19 Vista, South Australia
797. Not even one was worthy of continuation
as time devoured essence
making a mockery of all we wanted
24/07/19 Vista, South Australia
798. Where to begin
To be simple jump right in
ideas are pliable stretchy
not the usual liquid solid or gas
Something more
Ideas have bounce
flair
substance and lack of substance
Sharable
Reflective
Formattable
I have had many ideas
This is the worse
25/07/19 Vista, South Australia
799. The losers won today
close the curtains
their celebration
makes dying so much easier
25/07/19 Vista, South Australia
800. So much went wrong today
I almost believed there was a reason
for such grand failures
a test of character perhaps
some karmic debt from a distant belief system
now defunct
Enemies at my gate
exposing me as a failure
or did I walk into the door
because I did not have my glasses on
causing havoc to reign supreme
25/07/19 Vista, South Australia
801. Went to sleep with the light in my face
Glowing amber ember’s glow
Tracing shadows
Smiles in my sleep
Dreams of us waking in the light
Distant times
Spanning so many decades
of when we were young
when we were together
when the world looked so good
to now
when there is only me
sleeping in the light
26/07/19 Vista, South Australia
802. Of all the talents known to exist
that of dreamer is the one I possess
I dream in design
I dream in shapes
In text
Images of all sorts of ferocious love
If dreaming is a talent
then I am at the top of the pile
If not leave me to dream
gracefully in my illusions
26/07/19 Vista, South Australia
803. I wish I were an actor
playing the role of me
instead of being me
playing the role of an actor
with the wrong script
in the wrong situation
at the wrong time of life
26/07/19 Vista, South Australia
804. Such magic
When I close my eyes
the world disappears
When opened
there the world is again
My fear is that by revealing my trick
someone will disappear the world
never opening eyes
to bring me back
26/07/19 Vista, South Australia
805. She killed me in my dream
Waking realizing still alive
makes my morning coffee
beyond wonderful
Still my haunting dream lingers
in the shadows
keeping me suspicious
of dreams I live in
and women whispering
‘me too’
807. I separated fact from fiction
Sprinkled myself with astral dust
Wished upon a falling earth
Headed north toward Andromeda Nebula
in search of a supplier of mac & cheese
that would finally fulfil me
as nothing on earth does
27/07/19 Vista, South Australia
808. Without comparison
little would we know
how slow we are next to a cheetah
How small to an elephant
Grounded compared to an eagle
Plain as a rainbow
and how brilliant
compared to our neighbour
27/07/19 Vista, South Australia
809. Without anyone realizing it
I achieved perfection
No one was there
when I won the race
Alone I stood atop the mountain
only I in this vacuum
achieved so much
If anyone else knows
they should tell me
27/07/19 Vista, South Australia
810. We are so manipulated
I took a Facebook survey
put in all the wrong answers
My data was put through
a meat grinder
Boy did I fix them
I am a vegetarian
28/07/19 Vista, South Australia
811. I want to go back in time
before the Big Bang
It was a quieter time when time didn’t exist
though I would get bored with no internet
No audience
No god to bash
28/07/19 Vista, South Australia
812. Chaos masks reason
The reasons for chaos
are the masks themselves
28/07/19 Vista, South Australia
813. I sat along the seashore waiting for inspiration
as morning rose
By noon a rainbow or two
over distant horizon
Then evening on a mountain top
as sun set
glowing through cotton-candied skies
I waited
None came
Perhaps tomorrow will be a better day
For inspiration’s arrival
29/07/19 Vista, South Australia
814. I just remembered that I kissed her
and said I would be back in a few days
I know I said that
I found the letter explaining my intent
that I forgot to send fifty-years ago
If she is still waiting for a return kiss
I think I will feel bad
Otherwise I hope she remembers the good times we had
fifty-years ago
29/07/19 Vista, South Australia
815. I like living in the past
it makes the future manageable
the present forgettable
and the times between dreamable
29/07/19 Vista, South Australia
816. You slept through the storm
dreaming of peace
If only the rest of us had
such troubled times
no one would have known
30/07/19 Vista, South Australia
817. When I was young
I wondered what feeling elderly would be
Now I am old
I wonder how I felt in youth
This morning sun rose
Frosted window shadows of youth
illuminated distance
How far do we go
Is there a return
Cycles continuing until the sun falls from the sky
Then what will we feel
when youth and age never existed
30/07/19 Vista, South Australia
818. I ran toward you
So far the street
Horizon almost within reach
If only I could meet you before horizons slip away
Like you did so long ago
we could start again
new road travelled
30/07/19 Vista, South Australia
819. I like to follow the wrinkles on my skin
Roadmaps bypassing false narratives
Random esoteric knowledge
hidden from the masses
Magic passages into higher realms
Spinning orbs of Self-Realization
Eons of wisdom streaming
Oh Hell!
Fact is I am old with lots of wrinkles
like any other average elderly wanker
walking down the street
in this ghost city
of troubled wandering spirits
30/07/19 Vista, South Australia
820. My favourites are religious fiction
The stories the same
Some benevolent bully says some cool shit
And all the losers in the neighbourhood follow
Stories get fabricated
The bully becomes a centre of hero-worship
then the world falls apart
30/07/19 Vista, South Australia
821. As a social media martyr
I let myself be hacked
Crucified
Buried
Rose again
as the real-life illusion
I incarnated to be
30/07/19 Vista, South Australia
822. When I noticed an empty bus
I got on with my imaginary elephant
Fortunately I had her on a leash
or she may have sat on the handicaps
We sat in the back and laughed
all the way into town
We must have been loud
because no passengers
sat near us
People got on
looked at us having such a grand time
then got right off
I love going to town
with my imaginary elephant
31/07/19 Vista, South Australia
(I support free imaginary elephants for all)
823. My mind is made up of various colourful shapes
None of which blend easily
into what others perceive
leaving me tasteless
while floating through
what anything should be
31/07/19 Vista, South Australia
824. I keep losing stuff
Today I lost my mind
I know it washed up
on a foreign shore
I could tell by how confused everyone was
at the beach this morning
31/07/19 Vista, South Australia
825. All the bad people died
at the end of the movie
just like everyone who watched
eventually will
and their friends, family, neighbours
Everyone will be dead
it is the end of every story
real or imagined
31/07/19 Vista, South Australia
826. If I could have this moment over again
I would write something different
31/07/19 Vista, South Australia
827. Even if I were to be tortured to death
I would never reveal
who I was last lifetime
why I incarnated into this body
or the secret to my lack of success
31/07/19 Vista, South Australia
828. I would rather be a comedian than a dream queen
but that I am neither
is a debatable narrative
in the halls of justice
31/07/19 Vista, South Australia
829. They were stars, celebrities, idolized
Then they got old
Fat balding wrinkled
forgetful men
barley remembering
Youthfulness
Fame
Miracles
Now forgotten
Dead
Being Jesus’ disciples
was always going to be
a difficult act to continue
01/08/19 Vista, South Australia
830. Too far out to sea
to return
to today
easily sinking
Drowning always was my final finest moment
All my life
now reduced to bubbles
floating on the surface
of your once captivating dreams
Proving I once existed
01/08/19 Vista, South Australia
831. Such pleasures of wealth
Richness in thought
Magnificent dreams
Opulent desires
I think I should stay in bed today
Luxuriate in unbridled fantasy
Leave the world outside to smoulder
While I float through the stars
02/08/19 Vista, South Australia
832. My life had a fairy book Hollywood finish
I reincarnated onto a more interesting planet
02/08/19 Vista, South Australia 833. Being a great-grandfather of the 1960s
hippy movement
not knowing if I am a great-grandfather
of someone born during the 1960s
of free love and moving on
Cosmic explorer fifty-years later
left to wonder as I wander
02/08/19 Vista, South Australia
834. I can sync my phone to my computer
but not my beliefs to my life
which proves I am a robot broken
02/08/19 Vista, South Australia
835. They discovered a planet 34-lightyears away
And like earth
no one there knows I exist
02/08/19 Vista, South Australia
836. We are born unsophisticated
Die unsophisticated
And the period between
No one gives a shit
02/08/19 Vista, South Australia
837. What I think cannot see the light of day
so I keep it hidden in a corner of the night
to go crazy with
in a most secret performance
out of the light of day
03/08/19 Vista, South Australia
837. What I think cannot see the light of day
so I keep it hidden in a corner of the night
to go crazy with
in a most secret performance
out of the light of day
03/08/19 Vista, South Australia
838. The moderators were monkeys
When we presented brilliant ideas
they threw bananas at us
I understand the behaviour
Personally I don’t care for bananas
the potassium interacts with my statins
nor are they beneficial for my diabetes low carb diet
I suggested that they throw tofu
perhaps kale, hemp seeds, olives
a vinegar (with the mother) spray
The moderators shot us all
Oh how I hate politics
03/08/19 Vista, South Australia
839. Being from another galaxy
was always going to make for a difficult immigration entrance
anywhere on earth
That I have managed to disguise myself
as a white western male for seventy-two years
has been a testament to sheer luck
Everyone is so fiscally imprisoned
I have been able to slip unimpeded everywhere
Coming soon all my family of earthling eating
(4-billions last count) immigrants
from my distant galaxy
for a big big feed
03/08/19 Vista, South Australia
840. The final collapse of all society has begun
The internet is more destructive
than all the nuclear weapons together
When it breaks
all connections will be lost
then humanity will not only starve
but will be left with the impossible task
of having to talk with one another
03/08/19 Vista, South Australia
841. Tomorrow god will put an end to all of this
Simply put
she is making an expressway
between galaxies
that will include a rapid passage system
right where a few planets
including earth are situated
Protesting will do no good
Who could we possibly complain to
And of course
simply put
No one else but me knows this
so everyone will awaken tomorrow
devoid of life on earth
03/08/19 Vista, South Australia
842. I wait for delicious thoughts
to descent on me
as if I were the chef of a cosmic cooking show
Unfortunately none fall
Nothing rises
Blankness makes me hungry
I whet my appetite with unsavoury wit
Close the pantry
Dine on lean cuisine leftovers
telling the same laughless lame jokes
as last time
Leaving us all to shamefully starve
in ignorance
04/08/19 Vista, South Australia
843. While explaining the merits
as well as the pitfalls
of world domination
to a paddock of farm animals
My dog humped a sheep
baaing me-2
Proving the error in my thinking
04/08/19 Vista, South Australia
844. When last I saw her
walking toward the sunset
in the summer of ‘65
I called for her to return
Fifty-five years later I hear the wind
against my window
saying yes
I watch the sunset
I feel her fading touch
Her distant whisper
Soon I too will go toward the sunset
to fade into the night
to where she waits
on the other side of the sunset
Will you too call for me
to wait for you
on the other side of the sunset
04/08/19 Vista, South Australia
845. I would rather play the role of a good person
than a bad person
lurking outside the dark web
blowing soap bubbles in the rain
entertaining the innocent in my clownish way
allowing ignorance as my guide
Being noble in a fractured way
Though how boring
non-conventional
Take me to Hollywood
where I can blend in with other token saints
playing deviously in the shadows
as a final curtain
crushes us all
05/08/19 Vista, South Australia
846. I fear turning the page
realizing that the empty lines
are waiting to crush me
with their blankish ways
No artist can draw me out of this space
So I will gladly fear freely
through the remainder
of next pages to come
05/08/19 Vista, South Australia
847. I am in awe of the cow who jumped over the moon
If only she had worn a GoPro
put it on YouTube
let Facebook make it viral
we could have watched the FakeNews proclaim
it was a Russian cow not a jersey from jersey
high on weed that jumped over the moon
like I once or twice did when young
and higher than the moon itself
05/08/19 Vista, South Australia
848. Don’t really know
Doesn’t really matter
Doubt it will change
What is finished is done
Stepping forward fits any persuasion
Otherwise what means
pushes either way
at the end
still no answer is discernible
06/08/19 Vista, South Australia
849. I have ancient friends
They lived thousands of years ago
I take them to the park for my morning walk
I tell people passing by that I am walking with my ancient friends
All five of them
They are so talkative I barely get to finish a sentence
which annoys the people I stop
to introduce to my ancient friends
They shake their heads and walk quickly away
Tomorrow I will leave my ancient friends home
go to the park and make some modern friends
just to make my ancient friends jealous
so they will be more respectful when I get home
and make us all tea
06/08/19 Vista, South Australia
850. Can’t believe so clearly
in front of me
I knocked over the pot of gold
at the end of the rainbow
right in front of where I was chasing down
which colour vibrates best
with Tuesday
06/08/19 Vista, South Australia
851. I was so lucky to lose my place
end up in space
to save face
lost without a trace
06/08/19 Vista, South Australia
852. When I grow up I want to become a clown
But first I need to find a way
to cover my seventy-two-year-old face
that I take to children’s party
and scare rather than make laugh
6/08/19 Vista, South Australia
853. I need an alternative to me
to give myself rest
as I sync with the cosmos
while trying to be down to earth
06/08/19 Vista, South Australia
854. Quickly night falls capturing escaping dreams
No tomorrow will arrive for us
We will stay captured by the night
Dreaming that there will be more
Never knowing there won’t be
Quickly night falls as we hide
06/08/19 Vista, South Australia
855. I stumble out of bed into the morning
Drunk with hope
Hoping this day will not greet me
with sober news
like every day before
07/08/19 Vista, South Australia
856. Whether dinosaurs had a better vision
of the future
we never thought to question
Will a next wave of our replacements
have a better vision for the future
We have yet to ask
We will never know the past
We will never know the future
Now is all we can know
Now is the best we will ever create
07/08/19 Vista, South Australia
857. Canadian geese at the border
#GooseAtTheBorder
No one stops them
heading south for a winter of love
Humans need a visa passport driver’s license
proof that they are not Canadian geese
fleeing to the south
07/08/19 Vista, South Australia
858. I found an empty highway
So easy to avoid
No exits
No promises
Maybe I should build a megacity
for lost people along this empty highway
A one-way highway
No escape no purpose
We will all die together
here on the empty highway
07/08/19 Vista, South Australia
859. The dead have no redo
No second chance
No regret
No way to tell me
that they are sorry for dying
No way to hear me say
I wish you had decided to stay
The dead are wasted moments
too easily remembered
should be forgotten
but I can’t
07/08/19 Vista, South Australia
860. How dreary is the empty night
Hollow echoing shatters misty apologies
No one will hear
We should have stayed in the jungle
Hidden in the swamp
Slithered quietly past the guards
Fear entrenches us in her darkness
If only I could care
the empty night
would not be so dreary
07/08/19 Vista, South Australia
861.I took time out to forget who you were
Now I shouldn’t have
You knocking at my door
Our seven children vandalizing my life
Karma breaking the windows of my life
The past torturing my mistaken life
Generations XYZ all represented
All screaming ‘me-2’
Luckily I woke from my dream
in time to run out into the rain
Cleanse a past I never hopefully had
08/08/19 Vista, South Australia
862. Sounds in the night
Cold wind against my window
I hide under the quilt
If only I knew the value of life
I could trade it
for the sounds against my window
08/08/19 Vista, South Australia
863. She died halfway through writing her latest novel
Now I need to wait until I die
To hear the rest of the story
08/08/19 Vista, South Australia
864. Tomorrow I will be 72
Not sure what that means
in relationship to the universe
To our galaxy
To our solar system
To our planet
Country
State
City
Street
House
Wife
Myself
The impact will be minimal I imagine
I will go to sleep being young
wake being old
All that will be significant is that I will be alive
the same as whomever reads this
Let us all celebrate together
Jumping over the cliff of time
09/08/19 Vista, South Australia
865. My doctor put me on new medication
This one for world peace
I am concerned it is just a placebo
will not work
09/08/19 Vista, South Australia
866. I watched her become a solar vortex
let loose in my mind
sweeping away all pretence
still the children laughed at me
09/08/19 Vista, South Australia
867. Like watching a movie in reverse
our life is no sense
does it make
09/08/19 Vista, South Australia
868. I like the tune
though the narrative confuses me
So I live my life
sometimes in harmony
sometimes now
Often driving on the wrong side
of the highway
Thus my life goes forward
09/08/19 Vista, South Australia
869. Games so easy to play
I like to lose to give others good feelings
Victory dances
Blissful celebrations
Gleeful winners
I win by losing
Watching fools self-congratulate
as I glow within
Knowing I let those asses win
10/08/19 Vista, South Australia
870. I rode my horse into town today
All the cowboys laughed
when I ran out of quarters to keep Trigger going
I should have suspected jealous foul play
when one of the cowboys
unplugged my horse
and it no longer moved
Such a terrible neighbourhood
I live in
Now the mall is closed
I will need to leave my horse behind
and walk back home
Such a tale of woe
unravelling the life I once lived
10/08/19 Vista, South Australia
871. So lucky not to live
where the unlucky live
To be born lucky
Away from the unlucky
trying to cross the borders
where the lucky live
because they are lucky to be born
in the lucky area far
from the problems
of the unlucky
10/08/19 Vista, South Australia
872. I invited all my dead family and friends
to a party
they complained
they could not see me
11/08/19 Vista, South Australia
873. I shopped online for new dreams
Immediately drones filled my night
with product from China
No subtitles were included
Misunderstandings
I cancelled my subscription
Tomorrow I will order anime from Tokyo
so I too shall be enlightened
11/08/19 Vista, South Australia
874. My birthday was a waste of time
The earth became older
I didn’t
11/08/19 Vista, South Australia
875. If I awaken tomorrow
I will be very excited
if I don’t I won’t know I didn’t awaken
so excitement will have no role to play
in what could have been another day
in my life
if I had awaken excited
11/08/19 Vista, South Australia
876. Time no longer exists in my life
She is an unstable mistress
that has kept me in chains
too long
too often
too wrongfully
I will leave her and run off with space
until I rebel against his limitations
then I will be totally free
to experience life
beyond time and space
11/08/19 Vista, South Australia
877. While running naked
through the forest
I was shot be a deer
11/08/19 Vista, South Australia
878. Would you still love me
if I did not exist
11/08/19 Vista, South Australia
879. Life is a hoax
perpetrated by the dead fakes
who are lobbyist for losers
who live beneath the sea
who hack the voters
still in their graves
11/08/19 Vista, South Australia
880. This poem had so much potential
until I fucked up the next line
12/08/19 Vista, South Australia
879. Constantly at this place
Creativity warming
Wanning
Ideas hatching
Breaking
Artistic dilemma
Colours sounds words
Colourful sounding lyrics
I dig a hole in the backyard
shovel my masterpiece into the hole
cover it with concern
walk away to let it ferment
Another chance gone
12/08/19 Vista, South Australia
880. When someone proclaims they are a leader
I push them over
so they can lead the insects on the ground
as I triumphally cross the finish line
first and foremost
12/08/19 Vista, South Australia
881. I took a holiday form my self
sailed into troubled waters
landed on a deserted island
found a pot of gold
got sucked into a matrix vacuum
sneezed
didn’t enjoy the holiday from myself
12/08/19 Vista, South Australia
882. I love these mornings
when I feel free to run naked
through my past
No one sees me
No one cares
No one remembers me
Running naked through my memories
13/08/19 Vista, South Australia
883. On these cold winter nights
we sheltered ourselves
Protection from a future
sure to happen
never wanting
now thawed memories
Global warming flooding me
washing away at the shore
I run to higher ground
sure to escape what I don’t want to remember
you and I once so protected
now exposed
soon to be gone forever
13/08/19 Vista, South Australia
884. Life so magical
Disconnect to become invisible
Connect to be a pain in the ass
So much easier than hiding on a cross
Why didn’t we think of this
two-thousand years ago
13/08/19 Vista, South Australia
885. In the future we will not die
we will be deleted
Love will not become forever frozen froth
we will reboot it
make it sweeter
We will not upload our consciousness into clouds
but download substance from star systems
But for tonight I will order pizza and coke
enjoying once-was-life on earth
13/08/19 Vista, South Australia
886. The street I live on is not wide enough
for intergalactic spacecraft to land on
so I will not be able to return home
like so many of my neighbours
who refuse to speak with me
as I stand on the corner waving flags
to warn intergalactic spacecraft
against landing on our street
13/08/19 Vista, South Australia
887. I thought it was you knocking at my door
but my security camera
only showed a neighbour’s cat
pretending to be you
knocking at my door
13/08/19 Vista, South Australia
888. I left my shadow leaning against a lamppost
Morning came
Chased it away
13/08/19 Vista, South Australia
889. During a senior moment
god created earth
forgot where she place it
leaving us lost in space
14/08/19 Vista, South Australia
890. How we have changed
every day
so much more
I barely recognise yesterday’s me
Drifting out to sea
Floundering
Merging with someone else’s vision
Today I broke loose
Tricked myself
Became someone new
Though I don’t know who
or why I make bird sounds
and try to fly on smoggy days
Tomorrow I will become a dog
chase cars and service dogs
I am so happy now
that I am no longer me
Aren’t you
14/08/19 Vista, South Australia
891. I can only do so much
Western beliefs
Eastern winds
Northern thinking
What is left
best to ignore
if it weren’t for rapidly changing clouds above
what I do would be as worthless
we should all hide in shame
15/08/19 Vista, South Australia
892. Full moon chasing shadows through the Australian Outback
nothing tame about tonight
only the wildest will reign
the rest of us hide
in the shopping mall
pretending
15/08/19 Vista, South Australia 893. An unfortunate narrative
washed away
in a flooded moment
gone astray
15/08/19 Vista, South Australia
894. The simplicity of birth
explains galactic interference
on a grand scale
like love’s sudden appearance
for some
as others
never experience the wonderments
of cookie-dough ice cream
15/08/19 Vista, South Australia
895. I hammered nails into a board
in hopes it would become a house
I forgot to paint it
now I can’t move in
15/08/19 Vista, South Australia
896. I threw my shoes into the air
I didn’t have them on
which is why I didn’t fly
15/08/19 Vista, South Australia
897. When it was my turn to die
I laughed
Then started over
15/08/19 Vista, South Australia
898. I left my present for my friend at home
Now he will never land
on the moon
16/08/19 Overland Train, Adelaide to Melbourne
899. The train to Melbourne took eleven hours
My selfie to New York moments
This letter to my dead son
Will take forever
16/08/19 Overland Train, Adelaide to Melbourne
900. Winners dancing in the park
Blue toothing spirituality
from an unseen obscene sphere
Organic trees swaying sensually sarcastically
as dogs pee on their roots
I watch out my window
Life on earth just so ridiculous
17/08/19 Elwood, Melbourne, Australia
901. I am so misunderstood
everyone takes me for being an unknown foreigner
just because I forgot which galaxy I am from
speaking parables for the uncaring masses
17/08/19 Elwood, Melbourne, Australia
902. Goodbye forever
I now live in the moment
A sad separation between now and then
No room left for new memories
So I will be happy
that I will no longer be sad
for what could happen then
when all I see is now
17/08/19 Elwood, Melbourne, Australia
903. We crossed out all the ideas
Threw them into the trash
Let the cyclone blow them out to sea
We know it is too late to change
No one cares
The sooner the total destruction
the sooner we all get to begin anew
We crossed out all the ideas
How trendy to start again
from the soon to be rubble
17/08/19 Melbourne, Australia
904. Loud cries
The bearer of bad news
Sweeping across landscapes
The challenge of the yet to be born
is to be born
To live
To grow old
before the horizon
erases all that ever was
17/08/19 Vista, South Australia
905. Once again Melbourne has captured me
leaving no place
I wish to escape to
17/08/19 Melbourne, Australia
906. Such a loud wind blows easy over my sleep
suffocating dreams
muting whispers I should have heard
can only imagine
fleeting thoughts swept away
by such a loud wind
18/08/19 Vista, South Australia
907. Broken thoughts lay scattered across the boulevard
kicked apart by fashionable millennials
I pickup pieces
place them in my recycled vegan-leather pouch
sit in an alley with homeless saints
getting high on broken thoughts
18/08/19 Vista, South Australia
908. All the holy thankful grateful self-centred do-gooders
lined up to be shot
for their wisdom
the rest of us laughed
then died too
18/08/19 Vista, South Australia
909. I live in regret
that I didn’t start this poem
earlier
18/08/19 Vista, South Australia
910. Long after the masses
didn’t realize
I don’t exist
I didn’t
18/08/19 Vista, South Australia
911. Evolution forgot
to include me
18/08/19 Vista, South Australia
914. 50-years later everyone looks so different
Only I haven’t changed
Look the same
Think the same
Feel the same
Act the same
Probably because I died 50-years ago
and they didn’t
20/08/19 Vista, South Australia
915. Such a psychedelic sky
Bodiless voices singing in clouds
Whispering
Humming
Chanting
Secrets conveyed
Memories falling like rain
Sky nurturing
If we ever land
I will still hear
the psychedelic sky laughing
20/08/19 Vista, South Australia
916. Mystic mystery marvel
Such a sacred ceremony
deep within chocolates
Zenful esoteric taste
Feeling blessed
Blissed
and at once one with all the other chocolates in the world
nirvana is nothing more than taste’s fulfilment
20/08/19 Vista, South Australia
917. I used to write romantic drivel
Scary stuff to read now
I also wrote pithy enlightened shit
I once cared
Wasn’t so cynical
Sarcastic
Spiritually absent
I am now a drunken drug addict
sleeping in the mayor’s alley
eating out of dumpsters
spreading my diseases
amongst me2ers
never bathing
always in the same soiled clothes
Life is good
now that I have freed myself
from the cares of the world
21/08/19 Vista, South Australia
918. I enjoy throwing stuff at millennial life-coaches
Who believe that by their mid-30s
they know anything worth passing on
to other millennials still stuck in the birth canal
Today I hit one with reality
and they exploded into shards of pretentious globs
swept away by the winds of change
then evaporated in a climate changing moment
It was the coolest thing on such a hot summer day
21/08/19 Vista, South Australia
919. Not everything worth while
is worth cultivating
for example this poem
21/08/19 Vista, South Australia
920. I ran a head of myself
made a path of roses
for me to wander aimlessly upon
It didn’t work
I lay down
Went to sleep
The roses blew away
So did I
21/08/19 Vista, South Australia
921. Without technology millennials would be baby baby-boomers
Free of comfort animals
Free of senseless babble as music
Free of binary digits as friends
Free of selfies – oh wait – maybe not
Free of feeling special when they’re not
Free of the terror of communicating in person
Just free like us for-real baby-boomers
who have left them such a wonderful planet
to start over again on
21/08/19 Vista, South Australia
922. I often pretend my life
is not just another reality show
that was cancelled
21/08/19 Vista, South Australia
923. I had hoped that I would have enough time left
in today
to live my life over
but I didn’t
21/08/19 Vista, South Australia
924. No redo
No extension
No instant replay
There was barely enough time to fit in today
Rumour has it
that the same
will be tomorrow too
21/08/19 Vista, South Australia
925. I read an inconsequential novel
that left me bewildered
I tried to burn it in my fireplace
but it was an e-book
that reflected regret of life in a distant world
in a fictitious setting that made no sense
Fortunately I never published a printable edition
of my inconsequential novel
that could have been burnt in my fireplace
21/08/19 Vista, South Australia
926. Large sections of my dream was redacted
leaving me unsure
if the scope of my dream
referenced reality
or something more familiar
such as how my life really is
in this abstract dreamy state I pretend is real
21/08/19 Vista, South Australia
927. My dead family and friends keep playing tricks on me
Today a dead girl friend
hid my dead dog
Making it almost impossible
to take her for a walk
along the horizon
21/08/19 Vista, South Australia
928. The nights are so long
when you only appear
in my dreams
when the moon is full
21/08/19 Vista, South Australia
929. One more day without you
is equal to one more day
plus forever
without you
21/08/19 Vista, South Australia
930. Life is a narrative roller-coaster
though who has time
for another story gone off track
21/08/19 Vista, South Australia
931. My dog had an existential crisis
when he realized
I realized she was dead
22/08/19 Vista, South Australia
932. It was a typical forest walk
with bears, lions, naked women, clowns
I pointed to the sky
Shelter was close
Soon at the banquet all will be revealed
Until then
I will continue with the others
on this forest walk I have been on
for a thousand years
22/08/19 Vista, South Australia
933. While performing miracles at the zoo
I was eaten by a lion
That I am here today
Proves my miracles work
22/08/19 Vista, South Australia
934. While explaining life’s intricacies
to several stuffed animal toys
Sky fell
Earth rose
Horizontal collapsed into vertical
Nothing realigned
Remained
Life’s intricacies no more
23/08/19 Vista, South Australia
935. Humans invented gods to save themselves
That didn’t work
Next they invented leaders
see how that has turned out
Google gives answers created by flawed others
Comfort animals speak in parables
misunderstood by us all
Artificial Intelligence may help
Though at the end of the day only cookie dough ice-cream
can detox our tumultuous lives
on a misguided planet
23/08/19 Vista, South Australia
936. While floating through time and space
I noticed a crack in logic
barely held together by reason
I failed to understand
Yet still I celebrate the breakage of stillness
giving birth to creativity
even at the risk of dwindling normalcy
in this life
I hope to one day harness
23/08/19 Vista, South Australia
937. Misunderstanding is a slippery slope
I too often tumble down
where no explanation is intended
without landing in misunderstanding
23/08/19 Vista, South Australia
938. I have no intentions of beginning
this poem
23/08/19 Vista, South Australia
939. Acceptable as time restraints are in a disposable space
I can easily imagine wishing for a different outcome
where everything is unequal
or equal
24/08/19 Vista, South Australia
940. As debts go
friendships so easily paid back
prevent burdens not recognizable
when friends no more
24/08/19 Vista, South Australia
941. Being called silly by a superior is an insult
Called sill by a child a compliment
Being sill so natural when retired
Anything less a handicap
I don’t want to know
24/08/19 Vista, South Australia
942. I dug deep to say something profound
This isn’t it
24/08/19 Vista, South Australia
943. If only you existed in more than my dreams
I would stop looking as if I was dancing with myself
at the disco every Saturday night
with my shaky stumbling shadow
24/08/19 Vista, South Australia
944. I depersonalize disaster movies
knowing it is merely
the Deep State trying to rattle me
24/08/19 Vista, South Australia
945. Just got an alert by the authorities
that their facial recognition software
spotted me in a massive crowd
I had non-organic GMO kale stuck in my teeth
‘change supplier
you’re bringing down tones
of massive crowds everywhere’
25/08/19 Vista, South Australia
946. Comic book characters fall off storybook eBooks
onto main street
Running through town
Calling me
I hide inside of the pot of gold
at the end of a rainbow
I hear them rustle in the wind
Sneaking past my hiding place
Fortunately they are wasted
washed away by the rain
just as the rainbow disappears
taking the pot of gold
Another lucky day for me
to beg on
over on main street
For forgiveness
25/08/19 Vista, South Australia
947.
We have lost our balance
Slipped out of sync
Chosen inappropriate paths
Bet on erroneous decisions
Perfected discord
Let ourselves be drowned
Invited in despair
Blocked our path out
Muted voices of reason
If it wasn’t for eventual death
25/08/19 Vista, South Australia
948. I knew there was more
The surprise was
I was wrong
25/08/19 Vista, South Australia
949. We have learned to live with less
Less possessions
Less currency
Less hope
Less days to live on earth
is a lesson in having less
25/08/19 Vista, South Australia
950. Great people in the past
said great things
that no longer apply
Historic relevance is a poorly designed app
that needs to be deleted
just as great people of the past
have been
as so will we
soon enough
25/08/19 Vista, South Australia
951. I do everything as the last thing I will ever do
Knowing I will never be this hungry
and this full at the same time
again
26/08/19 Vista, South Australia
952. What a trial this life has been
When it is over
the sentence will be
whatever belief system wins out
Rewards or Debts or nothing at all
The trial of a lifetime yet to be decided
26/08/19 Vista, South Australia
953. Changing conventional current conversation
Melodramatic murkily monologues
We are socially deaf
Community blind
Tribal elitist
I hear the thunder not far off
A storm is approaching
We will all be scattered
Unable to save ourselves
The narrative ends abruptly
26/08/19 Vista, South Australia
954. I purchased a replica of me
at the online reject store
The real organic original me
stayed home
played computer games
ate junk food
practiced unhealthy
unsustainable stunts
Replica me saved the world
How lucky to have online shopping
26/08/19 Vista, South Australia
955. My dog constantly catastrophize conditions
Today was her growing fear of vegans
and their co-conspirators
vegetarians
The tipping point
when farm animals along with kangaroos
become pets rather than dog food
Butcher shops become comfort stations
selling boutique vegan-leather animal garments
My dog glares at me and clenches her teeth
as I cook my tofu kale banquet for us
refusing to sit at my table and share such a sane meal
All I wish to do is save the Amazon Rainforest
so vegetarians
who will inherit the earth
can breathe
27/08/19 Vista, South Australia
956. If a leap of faith was a sport
Winners would defy gravity
Getting humanity to the next stage
Losers left behind
to live in the pollution
they have created
27/08/19 Vista, South Australia
957. My imaginary friends no longer speak with me
saying I am not real enough
My dreams have too many locked doors minus keys
My dead friends & family laugh at me
The weeds in my garden trip & tie me up
My belief systems make no sense
Twitter blocked me as a bot
My co-pilot is suicidal
My portrait artist is blind
My music teacher deaf
On a brighter note
today is not tomorrow
Which could differ at any moment
27/08/19 Vista, South Australia
958.All the lucky people disappeared
We are all that are left
If only we had been lucky
We could have seen where all the lucky people went
We could be there
Not here
How lucky would that be
27/08/19 Vista, South Australia
959. So many wonderful conspiracy theories
I love
Follow each and everyone
Their creators so special
Such imagination
So many followers
So many likes
Unhinged narratives for unhinged people
They are creeping into my dreams
telling me I could be real
This just gets better all the time
Which is what they want us to believe
27/08/19 Vista, South Australia
960. I tried to get into my dream climbing a ladder
Silly me the ladder was not high enough
neither was I
As I floated down through reality
I no longer recalled where I was headed
or why or what I would do once there
if the ladder had not fallen
knocked me out
into endless dreams
with you still at my side
28/08/19 Vista, South Australia
961. I prefer to be socially inactive
as a mannequin in the thrift shop window
If only people passing by
could do the same
there would be no more complications
between us mannequins in the thrift shop window
and the passing losers
giving me the finger
as they stroll by
28/08/19 Vista, South Australia
962. So much we start
Should never be finished
Such as life itself
And these dreams of you
28/08/19 Vista, South Australia
963. Robots will look back at now
in amazement
to how stupid humans were
Surprised that they lasted
as long as they did
28/08/19 Vista, South Australia
964. Tragically my poem ended
before the next line
My song ended before the final note
My life before I finished my narrative
29/08/19 Vista, South Australia
965. My comfort pig
trained in finding me
ideal comfort women
Now the mannequin from Macy’s Christmas window
has made us a perfect family
as we fly skies of love and contentment
in these days of bliss
that have descended upon such a mellow world
29/08/19 Vista, South Australia
966. I need to not let incidentals bother me
Nuclear wars
Volcanoes
Hurricanes
Forest fires
Climate panics
Deranged fake leaders
And focus on important topics
of culinary delights
29/08/19 Vista, South Australia
967. I plan ahead
Well I used to
Next lifetime I will be a signer of the Declaration of Independence
After that a knight in King Arthur’s court
Maybe even King Arthur
In another time I will be a saint
A whore, cattle rustler, wacky president
A social butterfly landing on your blouse
I planned dozens of lifetimes already
Now I am stuck
We are in a time where the future is not foreseeable
Perhaps I should come back as an amoeba on another planet
Start the whole messy process again
which should keep me occupied for a few billion years
29/08/19 Vista, South Australia
968. Jesus was a comedian
Took his act on the road
Many thought he was very funny
The Italians didn’t
Jesus’ humour was too slapstick
Paul changed all the jokes
Said that comedy had no merit
No lasting power
Too small an audience
No place in the Pisces era
Pisces are not funny
Jesus died came back three days later
No one laughed
He had new material
a lot of father jokes
some about virgins and the M2 movement
for 2000-years Christians didn’t laugh
now everyone sees what a funny dude Jesus was
the world is such a better place because of it
29/08/19 Vista, South Australia
969. Tragedy is misinterpreted comedy
Or is comedy misinterpreted tragedy
The owner of the experience is a jester playing a fool
Time has run out
Audience abandons
The jokes on us
29/08/19 Vista, South Australia
970. If I knew which direction you had gone
I could have followed
Become lost too
Almost forgotten
Vanquished together
from our once chosen direction
29/08/19 Vista, South Australia
971. Time angled wrongly
Perpendicular tilting tossed us out of balance
Panic at the end of the highway
We were robbed by time
Out of sync
Blunders like this becoming too commonplace
Once we stop
look at the angle
it will be time to stop
so we will
30/08/19 Vista, South Australia
972.Your routine smile
chased away doubt
leaving me naked
and alone once again
30/08/19 Vista, South Australia
973. With nursery rhymes playing in the background
the military over ran change
leaving everyone in ruined memory
of life once so exploratively simple
30/08/19 Vista, South Australia
974. Every night I stand on my rooftop
screaming at the moon
until she winks at me
sings me to sleep
then my neighbours rock throwing
wakes me up
and I start over again
I am so tired
Now I scream at the sun
30/08/19 Vista, South Australia
975. Love is constantly in flight
Only when we let go do we crash to the ground
splintering
then becoming whole
over and over
30/08/19 Vista, South Australia
976. I took a course in humility
I was born
30/08/19 Vista, South Australia
977. I spent the whole night
trying to escape from my dream
only to awaken
knowing I couldn’t
30/08/19 Vista, South Australia
978. Narratives lay crumbled
Tossed asunder
along the boulevard
To be swept away
carried out to sea
by the leaving storm
Drowning what could have been understood
if narratives were left alone
31/08/19 Vista, South Australia
979. While chasing cars
Barking at strangers
I saw how life
had lost meaning
31/08/19 Vista, South Australia
980. Due to extinctions
Arrivals of new life forms
Vanquished passions
Thoughts run amuck
Typical annihilations
Continuation of this sitcom called life
Has been cancelled
31/08/19 Vista, South Australia
981. Hope thrives without details
without opinion polls
without question
Wishful thinking embraces hope
Dreams reflect hope
Deceptions trick hope with hope tomorrow exist
Which is where I am bound
31/08/19 Vista, South Australia
982. How wrong I was to be right
Now everyone is mad
because I let the cat out of the bag
that killed the wildlife
Still I was right
if being wrong
was rationally right
31/08/19 Vista, South Australia
983. Simple is the thought that gave life
Simple is the thought that grew life
Simple is the thought that takes life
It is time
for more complex thinking
31/08/19 Vista, South Australia
984. After such a long successful dream
I awoke
wondering why
I would do
such a thing
01/09/19 Vista, South Australia
985. Fret not the woes of the world
Let pleasure be your master
else on your death bed
“I sure fucked up this life-time”
will be your dying words
01/09/19 Vista, South Australia
986. I chose to fly
My body didn’t
Such an abrupt landing
No secrets left to share
Cover me with love to east the pain
Let mystery be the final surprise
when I choose to fly
and my body does not
01/09/19 Vista, South Australia
987. I felt the change
At first just a warm wind across my face
Thunder caused us to run
A past life memory engulfed me
Whispering pirates
Drunken saints
Death by crucifixion
Change is coming
If only we had hidden in a cave
like ancestors
we could avoid being witnesses
to this final persuasion
that will grind us into dust
Blown away by the change
I did not escape
02/09/19 Vista, South Australia
988. So much to do before I wake up
Finishing my dreams seems almost impossible
Several must be placed on hold
The rest I will set alight to keep my warm
in my frozen night
02/09/19 Vista, South Australia
989. Words are so indispensable
I keep boxes of spare words under my bed
in case I lose any trying to explain once again
what it is I may possibly mean
02/09/19 Vista, South Australia
990. I am a revisionist
You are not
Past mingled mangled futures
We just never know whose time it is
whether it matters
Fill in the shadows
I remember you
02/09/19 Vista, South Australia
991. Slaughtered thoughts spread across clover fields
Battle fields
No victor to raise the flag of injustice
No defeated army raising the sound to retreat
No social media fiend to retweet
Burdens of fallen slaughtered thoughts
beyond salvation
like all thoughts are
03/09/19 Vista, South Australia
992. Success engineers lay broken in the alley
hands out begging
for another chance to fail
Happiness engineers slaying sadistically sadness sluts
laugh during intermission
Forgiveness engineers citing blame
seek revenge
Declutter engineers rejoicing in emptiness
loot storage facilities
Spiritual engineers
master tricksters spreading erotic esoteric lies
Life engineers dying to be heard
Fuck engineers
03/09/19 Vista, South Australia
993. Dim the spotlight
Marvellous mystery maker
showing my shadow
in the wrong light
03/09/19 Vista, South Australia
994. Silence hurts my ears
Soundless images collapse
evaporate in front of me
Madness is so Zen
The Zen of Madness
I throw myself at my reflection
Ripples form silently
I have something to say
Deafness abounds
Silence surrounds
Suffocates
The audience applause
my demise
no surprise
03/09/19 Vista, South Australia
995. Photoshopped selfies of you drowning in clouds
going viral
such short-lived success
deleted before the next fame attack
reposts our delusions
03/09/19 Vista, South Australia
996. We baby-boomers left nothing for generations XYZ
They are at the end of the alphabet
where they belong
with all their notions of self-regarded importance
surrounded by the nothing that we have left them
with such high regard
03/09/19 Vista, South Australia
997. Cushioned desire too soft to hold on to
Let the night erase any such thoughts
03/09/19 Vista, South Australia
998. I go to bed empty
so I can reflect on how full my life
has been
03/09/19 Vista, South Australia
999. So easy finding fault
We live lives on fault-lines
Movements causing earthquakes
Fractured selves
washed up emotions
Laying in shadows of reposted likes
on another trolled hacked vision
of who we are
Fault lines ready to break free
04/09/19 Vista, South Australia
1000. I read today that humans could use up
all the resources in our solar system
in less than 500-years
Now I will not be able to sleep
worrying about such a calamity
Yesterday was so much easier
An alert said that there may be a shortage
of dog food
due to a hurricane
in Florida
That I don’t have a dog
live in Australia
did little to ease my worry
What worry will tomorrow bring
04/09/19 Vista, South Australia
1001. My routine is gone wacky
I went outside to howl at the moon
but it was midday
I chased a cat up a tree
but didn’t have feet
then there was no tree
and the cat was dead
hit by a car
I brought my surfboard to the ocean
jumped toward the first big wave
only to discover I had run into a painting
on a wall of a large sea wave
I hate routines
they make me feel like a fool
03/09/19 Vista, South Australia
1002. If only I had known
five-minutes ago
what I know now
I would not have written this
04/09/19 Vista, South Australia
1003. This comedic life will be remembered
for what it should never have been
A broken narrative of one-liners
to an audience of recycled paper bags
04/09/19 Vista, South Australia
1004. Where to start to create a masterpiece
First words of a novel
First stroke of a paint brush
First kiss
First step
First breath
First divorce
The thirst for first
What if the first was the last
Our masterpiece to display
Celebrate such simplicity to behold
05/09/19 Vista, South Australia
1005. What if we truly knew
what it was we are doing
The trajectory of humanity
If we knew the plan
The long term one
Cave to skyscrapers to space megalopolises
An evolutionary moment leading us in space
then back again
What is the long game
but to build better caves
to finally return to
at the end of life in this solar system
Being conscious
that there was never to be anything more
How cool would that be
05/09/19 Vista, South Australia
1006. I built imaginary monuments
to my dead family and friends
I wonder if they have done the same for me
05/09/19 Vista, South Australia
1007. So dim the memory of love’s first touch
I took it in such a rush
Mist over moonless night
Still there morning’s light
Whisper calling from distant past
If only youth could last
I return and head to the future
closing doors on what I fail to remember
So dim is memory past
06/09/19 Vista, South Australia
1008. Animals at the zoo all so cosmopolitan
perhaps if we put humans
from different geographical spaces
with different appetites
into cages
they too will keep their species
from being extinct
06/09/19 Vista, South Australia
1009. I deleted a half-created metaphor
Now the curtains close before
I am able to fly away
leaving us all suspicious
of my intent to begin with
06/09/19 Vista, South Australia
1010. The more we say
the less sense is projected
leaving us so easily in disarray
06/09/19 Vista, South Australia
1011. Worry not that you will go insane
but that no one will know
when you have
06/09/19 Vista, South Australia
1012. Crossed out meaning replaced with suppositions
Perpendicular associations
Tit for tat
Said the cat
The queen agreed
You are bound for the guillotine
Fates are sealed
We were all born into royalty
only I can take the throne
The rest of you have lost meaning
07/09/19 Vista, South Australia
1013. Pity the fool
who feels the urge to repost pithy sayings
highlighting their insecurity
with some dumbass setting-sun background
while the rest happily lay drunk
stoned in the alley
content with salvation
07/09/19 Vista, South Australia
1014. Too short the time this life in flight
Too short the distance this life in flight
Too small the space this life in flight
When we land beyond this life
So long forever will possibly be
07/09/19 Vista, South Australia
1015. I proclaimed myself the king of change
My subjects those who stay the same
Though I could easily change to stay the same
no longer being king
just to confuse my loyal subjects of paper bags
07/09/19 Vista, South Australia
1016. In a Photoshopped moment
We ran along the horizon
Past memories
of you are no longer here
07/09/19 Vista, South Australia
1017. Nothing in the world happened today
I know
I stayed in the Outback talking to the stars
They said listen to us
Never turn on internet, radio, television, watches, newspapers
Everything of note that will make you free
only happens in the stars
08/09/19 Vista, South Australia
1018. I rushed through life
to get to this moment
only to forget why
08/09/19 Vista, South Australia
1019. The danger of not knowing danger
is dangerous enough
though translucent in its understated understanding
Otherwise evolution could not have produced
such fools as humans are
08/09/19 Vista, South Australia
1020. Before selfies
we were unaware
of how many people
we did not know
Never met
Never should
Never will
Liked our millennial at any age smile
08/09/19 Vista, South Australia
1021. Love is a casualty of evolution
Wounded on too many battlefields
Limping off into the sunset
Like a service dog without a master
08/09/19 Vista, South Australia
1022. I am exhausted battle fatigued
on the wrong train
wrong track
I requested a change of scenery
The train heads into a tunnel
into the darkness
I imagine change
A coalition of opportunities
Several lifetimes later the tunnel I am in collapses before I am able to adopt a belief system
to save myself
Damn
09/09/19 Vista, South Australia
1023. If I were an artist I would paint myself a window
climb through
escape these decaying flower gardens
with their annoying constantly humming butterflies
which would send a stern message to fairy-tale lovers everywhere
that only artists can truly escape
09/09/19 Vista, South Australia
1024. The birds in my backyard
have adopted the habit of singing out of tune
to keep me away from their nests
that I once would go into to draw funny faces
on their eggs
I would take a selfie with the eggs
and post them
laughing all the way to the ‘like’ button
Now that is finished
since the birds began to sing out of tune
to make me fall from their tree
before I can get to their nests
09/09/19 Vista, South Australia
1025. Forget which ritual gets me salvation
in a future yet to be formed galaxy
I have tried so many
My favourite ritual now
is to pull a blanket over my head in bed
declaring today never happened
saving me the burden
of remembering to do it all over
again tomorrow
10/09/19 Vista, South Australia
1026. I spend so much time on my body
Going to the gym
Doing Aqua Zumba
Walking the nature
Eating organic vegan
Dwelling on lofty divine thoughts
I hope my corpse will be the radiant jewel
at my cremation
As my ashes glow with supreme delight
Drifting into the nuclear sunset
that will greet us all soon
10/09/19 Vista, South Australia
1027. If we ignore the self-righteous all knowing
Google educated generation XYZ
we will be left with the wonderful
resources-loving utopic Baby boomers
embracing our birthright
in the embers of the remaining glow of life on earth
10/09/19 Vista, South Australia
1028. Love is the ideal pain relief
Until becoming the pain itself
Then to sleep
Dream of when it was still the ideal
healing
11/09/19 Vista, South Australia
1029. In the beginning God sent a tweet
The universe was formed
Immediately after said
‘Oh shit did do that’
11/09/19 Vista, South Australia
1030. Everyone so serious
No chillin’ happenin’
Even my cat is stressed
hides so I can’t find her
I haven’t seen my cat for 25-years
Airlines won’t let me take my comfort calf on any flight
I have a letter from my doctor proving I need comfort
So many trying to look slick
act professional
gives me hives
I asked to be a clown at the government brothel
they sent me to the cathedral
everyone so serious
Not me
I sit in the alley and laugh my life away
thinking of you
11/09/19 Vista, South Australia
1029. I am quite pleased with myself
No one else is
I met a cowgirl at the rodeo
who had my face
tattooed on her thigh
I asked her why
She kicked me
rode out of town
on my bike
I want to be a politician
so everyone will love me
learn how to tweet like trump
millions of adoring fans
I am pretty pleased with myself
No one else is
11/09/19 Vista, South Australia
1030. I can’t believe those who take drugs
Drink lots of alcohol
just to be spacey, stoned, forgetful, incoherent, out to lunch
Hey mate I am there
All I had to do was become old
Now I sit in the park naked
Watching the horizon melt
The sky glow
The birds tell me jokes
Everyday I become older
more spacey more forgetful
Grateful for the passing of time
11/09/19 Vista, South Australia
1031. I met a Turkmenistan Slum Goddess on Facebook
Wearing flowers in her hair
Bells on her toes
My incoherent aphorisms dripping down her chest
She said life was a game
I was losing
She liberated my smile
I became digitally disconnected
She was correct
I lost the game
Next life is when?
12/09/19 Vista, South Australia
1032. I have 272,000 followers on LinkedIn
They delete my nonsensical aphorisms
Tell me to get a life
No one hires me
Lucky I am retired
living in an age care facility
for the clearly demented
So LinkedIn followers can continue
to delete me in earnest
12/09/19 Vista, South Australia
1033. More planets that could support life discovered
a few hundred light years away
so good to know when earth stops
supporting life
there will be a place
to walk my dog
12/09/19 Vista, South Australia
1034. I feel safe in my word choices
without them I would be naked
indecent exposure
texting gone mad
I wish I had these words in a previous life
Shakespeare would have borrowed
Used
Misrepresented all these words
Falling into disarray
It is the internet’s fault
suggesting words
when silence would have sufficed
My words exactly
Silent words
Hiding quietly away
Hear them swear
12/09/19 Vista, South Australia
1035. Going different directions
Crashing into foreign thoughts
The brave have already lived their life
Dead and buried
no lies do they tell
What worth the hero’s role
Just another broken flower
Such failure remembrance is
The hero had perverted thoughts all along
No one to know
To discuss disgust
Even my mate Jesus masturbated in adolescence
on the side of the road to Damascus
all the disciples did
King David didn’t
He got the real stuff
Mothers/daughters/other’s wives /once-were-virgins
he had them all
he got the real stuff
no naked slates or parchments for him
So there you have it
Humans are a sorry lot
Our annihilation is for the good of the solar system
13/09/19 Vista, South Australia
1036. So many topics to write about
I throw caution out
Nothing left
How dull is nothing
Not worth writing about
13/09/19 Vista, South Australia
1037. Did you see the news today
Everyone died
Such a shame
There is no one left
for me to tell that to
13/09/19 Vista, South Australia
1038. People speak about the future as if there will be one
While the smart money is on this is it
Bang Boom Blah
That’s all folks
13/09/19 Vista, South Australia
1039. So many topics to write about
I throw caution out
Nothing left
How dull is nothing
Not worth writing about
13/09/19 Vista, South Australia
1040. Humans so sensitive
I often get in strife thinking I am funny
Hilarious actually
even got god laughing
and we know what a mean bastard he was
still is
I dress my dog as a fairy princess
He is not fussed
Humps dogs
Male or female
Stranger’s legs too
Speaking of me2ers
What a sorry lot
not worthy of funny
Sun rises
Sun sets
They are idiots always
Just a passing thought
before off to sleep
and more funny dreams
You and me together again
laughing
15/09/19 Vista, South Australia
1041. Another cycle ends
Oh what a time to leap forward
into the unknown
Perhaps staying shuddering behind my shadow
any shadow
in the alley would be safer
Hello World
Another bold explorer blasting forth
leaving safe Australia
Into dangerous rumours
Hello Pakistan Hello Sri Lanka
Don’t blow me up
I just want to spend the next few months
differently
15/09/19 Vista, South Australia
1042. I love the unknown
Reminds me of before I was born
Before I fell in love
Before I enter tomorrow
Wide eyed
Inhaling deeply
Arms stretched forth
Fully embracing
aromas, feelings, sounds, sights
of fully letting go
into the magic of tomorrow
15/09/19 Vista, South Australia
1043. I live the simple life
My dead family and friends often tell me so
I wish one of them
would explain
what it is that they mean
15/09/19 Vista, South Australia
1044. @ airport hotel sleeping amongst landings and leavings
We are going nowhere
Just dreaming
Flying above people questioning their existence
chasing disappearing careers
facing fates worse than death
I don’t care
I have lived my life
It has been good
Nothing to worry about
Leaving is fine though
I could have stayed
But tonight I will just sleep quietly at the airport hotel
16/09/19 Adelaide International Airport, South Australia (to Bangkok)
1044. Bangkok again
Your glamorous billboards make me feel old
Tired
Out of sync
Here is a theme park
though the theme is too foreign
too confusing
like other Asian cities
blurring past my horizon
You are focused on money
only suppressed by ignoring pollution
poverty
parables
Hordes of people detached
robotically rushing about
I am lucky
I only know English
they don’t
Their constant babble easily evaporates
like the steamy hot morning pouring off of me as sweat
Me the invisible Western lost person
with nowhere to blend
Good Morning Bangkok
17/09/19 Bangkok, Thailand
1045. Sitting here traffic jam Bangkok
Foreign driver
Foreign music
Foreign air
Millions of people with foreign thoughts
Everywhere is foreign
Wherever I go life is a foreign traffic jam
My childhood was a traffic jam I got out of
only to be stuck in another one in Bangkok
If there was a lesson
I missed it
It was too foreign to understand
18/09/19 Bangkok, Thailand
1046. I exhaust myself
trying to keep up with myself
Just this morning I tried to recreate my dreams
by flying out the window
It didn’t work
18/09/19 Train Bangkok – Chiang Mai, Thailand
1047. So many living and dying at the train station
White Western male me
disappears into the unsettled crowd
clouds cover me
I am invisible to the sufferings of the world
All I see is me
on the way to my imaginary freedom
Arms flapping wildly
out of sync to life around me
18/09/19 Train Bangkok – Chiang Mai, Thailand
1048. I provoke my dreams
Make them chase
throttle
encapsulated me
only to burst forth at the last moment
waking laughing
as my dreams fade ever so quickly
undignified into the murky depths
in which they fester
waiting to attack me again
if I should foolishly
sleep again
18/09/19 Chiang Mai, Thailand
1049. An uncomfortable wind
blows against barren stretches of my imagination
in a most dizzyingly chaotic ruptured state
I lose balance
The road less travelled dissolves
leaving me falling through cracks
If only I had an audience
A following
Disciples
Students
to be sucked into this vacuum with me
this uncomfortable wind
would be manageable
20/09/19 Chiang Mai, Thailand
1050. Not knowing which side of the bridge to be crucified on
I slept between alternatives
Dreaming of heroes
Me being one of them
never having to make choices
in these celestial times we live in
20/09/19 Chiang Mai, Thailand
1051. How antiquated yesterday’s thought
Dreams
Wishes
Appetites are
I am embarrassed by yesterday’s me
So lame
Prudish
Irritable
Frighteningly pedestrian
I was yesterday
Now that I am dead
people remember me
as comically romantic
Dastardly clumsy in articulation
Creatively imprisoned
Insanely possessed
by all that was yesterday
21/09/19 Chiang Mai, Thailand
1052. I tell people here in Thailand
I am Australian
They say but I sound American
I don’t carry a gun so obviously I am not
I reveal that the Statue of Liberty was my mother
She originated in France
If only I could learn to laugh in Thai
I could join in with their foreign humour
20/09/19 Chiang Mai, Thailand
1053. Such contentment
Who knew stress could be so relaxing
Fear so rewarding
Worry so enlightening
Why it is the dead who know
Of course
22/09/19 Chiang Mai, Thailand
1054. I ran out of stuff to do today
so I stopped running
Now with so much to do
I need to run
to get away from it all
22/09/19 Chiang Mai, Thailand
1055. So many white-western millennial backpackers in Chiang Rai
Did the USofA, Europe, Australia
kick them all out for being so annoying
so they could be so annoying here
looking at us old travellers as if we don’t belong
or as if we were the ones
who destroyed the planet
Oh wait
maybe…
22/09/19 Chiang Mai, Thailand
1056. I saw her sipping
her organic almond milk turmeric latte at the
Ethical Elephant Sanctuaries café
and asked for a dance
She remembered when I was a Piscean martyr in another life
though not exactly saying so
as she gave me the finger
called me a perv
threw her kale-hemp salad at me
blinding me to the glory of eternal belittling
22/09/19 Chiang Mai, Thailand
1057. Millennials complain that there are only ten more years
to save the planet
Don’t they know the earth survived 4.543 billion years
already without them
22/09/19 Chiang Mai, Thailand
1058. Millions of years after humans become extinct
new life forms will evolve
that will be thankful
that humans had become extinct
millions of years earlier
22/09/19 Chiang Mai, Thailand
1059. While dealing with saving humanity
flesh-eating bacteria
not wanting to lose their food source
began a vegan diet
based on delayed gratification
advocating junk food diets for humans
in order to have a juicer meal in the future
for their flesh-eating bacteria off-springs
who will one day rule the world
23/09/19 Chiang Mai, Thailand
1060. I had many plans for tonight
This isn’t one of them
23/09/19 Chiang Mai, Thailand
1061. Changing textures of thought
patterns of fluid matter
Moments that glow
Substances of dreams floating past
What if narratives
filling vacant spaces
Another night dreaming of you
23/09/19 Chiang Mai, Thailand
1062. Concerned that my audience
would consist of several deceased girlfriends
A few cats and dogs from my childhood
Poker faced uninterested foreigners
selling tour packages to elephant sanctuaries
and tiger kingdoms
plus a few suspect loopy looking monks
I put on a serpent’s mask
danced to a Gregorian chant
by a hip-hop disco duel
as I slipped quietly into the night
thankful I still had my sanity
24/09/19 Chiang Mai, Thailand
1063. I love living in a world gone mad
It makes choosing which colours
to mix with my blood
as I bleed out over humanity
so harmonious
with the music of the spheres
echoing through these enchanting slums
collapsing all around me
in a world gone mad
24/09/19 Chiang Mai, Thailand
1064. I wear uranium enriched socks to bed
so angels who believe in the magic of me
will see me glowing
in their dreams
24/09/19 Chiang Mai, Thailand
1065. I often pose riddles to my imaginary friends
to confuse them
when they speak in riddles
to an imaginary me
24/09/19 Chiang Mai, Thailand
1066. I will now predict the future
You will read this
I will not
Proving the predictability
of the unknown
but knowable future
24/09/19 Chiang Mai, Thailand
1067. I had planned to write about the future
until it arrived before finishing my sentence
which now I have
making the future little more than a historical study
of what would have been now
if I had written it yesterday
24/09/19 Chiang Mai, Thailand
1068. I threw my astrological chart into a bin
in the alley
which was retrived by a homeless person
who is now living my life
with all the successes
that entails
including the ridding
of my astrological chart
24/09/19 Chiang Mai, Thailand
1069. Who knew I would still be awake
when dreams meant for me
flew over me
landing with a thud
on my dog
jumping up then biting me
believing my dream was her dream
in a life and death struggle
I never was meant to win
24/09/19 Chiang Mai, Thailand
1070. In the future there will be a cure
for the common jerk
Healing 93.72% of humanity
who do not believe I am cool
24/09/19 Chiang Mai, Thailand
1071. I like to go to foreign cities
pretend I am not me
which is in sync
with what they pretend
That I am not me too
24/09/19 Chiang Mai, Thailand
1072. Risky behaviour dreaming of you
Not returning to feed the dog, cat, chooks
or the parking meter
When rains came
washed away everything
instead of me
drowning inside of dreams of you
25/09/19 Bus Chiang Mai to Chiang Rai, Thailand
1073. Here we are
Exactly where we said we would be if plans came true
Through luck of distant planetary motions
Shifting potentiatedconsciousness
Roll of the dice
Symmetrical tea leaves at the bottom of my moment
Distant fading karma reactivated
And just because
Or is it chance
Coincidence perhaps
Maybe not
That here is good enough
to be just right
25/09/19 Chiang Rai, Thailand
1074. In reflection of passing time
I simulated what should have been
if time had not passed so quickly
Leaving me confused
with who I should be
if choice was available
25/09/19 Chiang Rai, Thailand
1075. Friends stay with us long after they die
telling jokes
giving directions
philosophizing
If only we could hear
clear
here
enough to respond
Their happiness would be complete
25/09/19 Chiang Rai, Thailand
1076. While speaking with my long-ago dead son
Unicorns ran past
Sphinx riddled questions
Stymphalians warbled
Harpies hungered
Pegasus whispered ‘follow me’
All I could wonder was
whether my son too
had become a mythological creature
25/09/19 Chiang Rai, Thailand
1077. I love being up here
Star struck
Clouds whispering images
of so many stories
Each time
never wanting to land
Each time landing
to do it again
Someday I too will be a cloud
You looking at me
Never knowing
once I was flying
hoping never to land
too
27/09/19 Flight Chiang Rai to Bangkok, Thailand
1078. Another hotel Another city
Airports trains bus-stations
I was born 72-years ago
Illusions of travel
When we stop we die
I have yet to pause
I forget where I am
When I awake ever since birth seventy-two years ago
everything so foreign
Am I travelling in my dreams
or is this my destination
Just another airport hotel
to awaken lost in
like all the other destinations
since birth
27/09/19 Bangkok, Thailand
1079. All my possessions in life follow me
in my suitcase
When I became lost they became lost too
This is what separates humans
from other primates
Sometime in our evolution
became lost
We are still lost
Dragging all our possessions
behind us
That if we lost
That much better
Then we would become
27/09/19 Bangkok, Thailand
1080. Every morning I wake up
say ‘what the fuck am I doing here’
go back to sleep dream everything is OK
only to wake up later saying the same thing
over and over
For more than a hundred years
But I will never tell anyone my little secret
that I don’t know ‘what the fuck I am doing here’
And neither do you
27/09/19 Bangkok, Thailand
1081. Deep in my subconscious there are spiders
Snakes
Dragons
Loose lustful naked whistling women
I spend most of my conscious time
trying to escape
the snakes dragons spiders
27/09/19 Chiang Rai, Thailand
1082. I set my alarm clock
for half past everyone goes away
Leaving me used karma
to rake up and burn
at the everyone has left
cemetery
27/09/19 Bangkok, Thailand
1083. Preparation for take off
Closed eyes
Whispering mindfulness illusions of flight
Crashing into clouds
Disappearing into foreign dreams
I have to pee
Preparation for flight has been hacked
27/09/19 Runway @ Bangkok Airport, Thailand
1084. So many poor people
I will go hungry for a couple of hours
to show my sympathy
for their karma kingdom
such a goddamn good Christian I am
28/09/19 Colombo, Sri Lanka
1085. Strange sounds here in the jungle night
wild humans crying
polluting vehicles disturbing my peace
sounds of poverty
never poetic
the dying mutter
broken mantras
never meant to heal
deafen my sleep
28/09/19 Colombo, Sri Lanka
1086. Such a description I feel like I was there
Crucified ~ Stoned ~ Electrocuted ~ Shot
Abandoned ~ Stepped-On ~ Blasphemy
Redeemed ~ Sold to the lowest bidder
Reading the back of cereal boxes
is such a turn on
I could drift into her mantra
with her @ any time
30/09/19 Colombo, Sri Lanka
1087. In summary
It has been a good life
Dying was the only negative
Though death rectified that
30/09/19 Colombo, Sri Lanka
1088. I wrote my thoughts in the dark
When I turned on the light
my thoughts were still dark
30/09/19 Colombo, Sri Lanka
1089. Sri Lanka is not much different than upstate New York
both have people
sky
worries
dogs & cats
rose coloured dreams
strewn against the wall
30/09/19 Colombo, Sri Lanka
1090. In South East Asia I dream in English
In Australia I dream of anywhere else
I read today life was found on Mars
Haven’t been there so don’t believe I was the father
If peace erupted evolution would go to war
A tweeting president soils the nest
Potpourri of beliefs will never heal the sick
A barking dog never lies
If I keep writing
confusion shall be the victor
31/09/19 Colombo, Sri Lanka
1091. A western millennial Me-Me-2 female
has never had the luxury
of living in the streets of a South Eastern Asian slum
wondering if there will be any food
to feed her starving children with tomorrow
because their life is so tragic
since a passing male commented on how nice their expensive shoes
that could feed a family living in the streets of a slum
looked
31/09/19 Colombo, Sri Lanka
1092. My dog is so dumb
Today she thought I was the president of the USA
and peed on my leg
31/09/19 Colombo, Sri Lanka
1093. Only in an alternative space
could sequences be broken
Rhythms be blue
Consumers be packaged shadows
The earth is running low on drinking water
Fresh air
Progressive love
So much good news in outer space
Oh! To be floating in an alternative space
Such joy for all to share
01/10/19 Colombo, Sri Lanka
1094. I am having a slow start to October
An even slower end to September
My reflection is stuck
between shadows of time
01/10/19 Colombo, Sri Lanka
1095. Everyday more consumers are being born
What a marketable place
earth has become
01/10/19 Colombo, Sri Lanka
1096. I pulled curtains over the news of the day
Closed door on my dead family and friends
so I won’t hear them snickering
Hitched a ride on a galloping elephant
to the protest at the local political reprising
while chanting a Dylan tune
which ended the protest
the complainers looked at me
claiming I had made their event lame
just by appearing
02/10/19 Colombo, Sri Lanka
1097. I have experienced the best days on earth
Better than when Adam noticed Eve had lost her leaf
Better than King David discovering a female he had had missed
Better than a Me-2 millennial realizing she had been notied
The best and last 72-years on earth anyone will get to enjoy
02/10/19 Colombo, Sri Lanka
1098. Life was simple when I first appeared
as a single-cell thingy
All these billions of years later
I am reduced to writing this
02/10/19 Colombo, Sri Lanka
1099. According to last night’s dream
I loved you more as an enhanced
reflected
should have been true
memory
than I did when we were lovers
disintegrating on impact
02/10/19 Colombo, Sri Lanka
1100. Shortly after tripping over my once last remaining thought
scattered across the temple dais
I became enlightened
Now clowns
Satirists
Magicians
Throw sacred-blessed daises at me
Beg for forgiveness
Depend on ignorance
for a chance into The Show
Lucky for me I don’t care
03/10/19 Colombo, Sri Lanka
1101. I am so annoyed with the cannibalistic Andromeda Galaxy
gobbling up other galaxies
with an eye on the Milky Way
I can only hope she will get diabetes
and leave our chocolate sugar coated galaxy alone
03/10/19 Colombo, Sri Lanka
1102. The older I become
the more I sleep
soon I will sleep forever
so rested I will be
03/10/19 Colombo, Sri Lanka
1103. I like standing on crowded buses
here in Colombo, Sri Lanka
Telling jokes in English
wait for the locals to laugh
after using their smart phone translator
then get off the bus
so they can discuss the sophistication of my joke
here in this foreign place
where I would fit in if anyone
understood my jokes
03/10/19 Colombo, Sri Lanka
1104. So easy to fantasize your speculative love
So difficult real time is
When I die I hope to morph into a virtual world
filled with speculative love
satisfying ambiguity
04/10/19 Colombo, Sri Lanka
1105. I covered my mirror
Still I could see
I was out of order
I put on sound-cancelling headgear
Still I could hear I was out of tune
You walked out the door so many years ago
Your precipitous presence haunts me
I feel your essence
I sense your thoughts
pulling me closer
to where you are
Beyond what I can see
What I can hear
What I can believe
Where I want to be
You and I back again
in my mirror
04/10/19 Colombo, Sri Lanka
1106. The fault of consciousness
is our belief we are conscious
rather than passing reflections
of some mystery life
in the universe
controlling us
04/10/19 Colombo, Sri Lanka
1107. While drifting through empty space
I discovered the fulfillment of emptiness
A magical whisper
exploding in the empty space
I so often drift in
04/10/19 Colombo, Sri Lanka
1108. I use challenges as trophies
to fill my special cabinet
Invisible to most
Ignored by fools
Treasured by my dead family and friends
Worshiped by beggars
Rescued by the invisible
To make sense of the challenges
I so easily allude to
04/10/19 Colombo, Sri Lanka
1109. The founding fathers had the right idea
Free beer and pizza on Tuesday nights
Every other day pray for rain
If it weren’t for reincarnation
everyone would have killed themselves by now
Our only salvation will be
if AI robots remember to recycle human wayward thoughts
so the Founding Fathers
will have peace at last
05/10/19 Colombo, Sri Lanka
1110. These people in Sri Lanka don’t look like me
Dance like me
Talk like me
Dress like me
Abstract like me
I will go to Mars
where I should find more commonality
with me
05/10/19 Colombo, Sri Lanka
1111. I fell in love with a statue
at the museum of modern thought
I took her to the dance
We strolled through the moon lit park
Made love in an alley
And I had her back in the museum
before wild faced tourists arrived in the morning
to see my better half do her rendition
of ‘stop in the name of love’
to the bedazzled crowds
05/10/19 Colombo, Sri Lanka
1112. After the “real-world” crumbles
everyone will knock on the doors
of my make-believe world
Rushing in without a ticket
Sorry fools it is too ate
as I float away in my bubble
taking non-enterable tickets
to make-believe world with me
05/10/19 Colombo, Sri Lanka
1113. I dropped the key out of the train window
Now no one will be free to enter
the senior’s section of Paradise
Being stuck forever
in a loop of their own making
05/10/19 Colombo, Sri Lanka
1114. In a reckless drive through the mountains
Cliffs on one side
Dangerous thoughts on the other
I remember a time when the highway ahead
was a venture forward
no more
This rain-soaked road
Is too treacherous
Though peaceful for risk takers
Rest assured
the road to the top
never was meant to be safe
06/10/19 Kandy, Sri Lanka
1115. Death is the final resolve
of what we believe is true or not
I believed I was a hero with no one to save
A king in a concrete jungle
A comedian with a weeping audience
We still were dancing
long after you had left
And that death is a hoax
promoted by religions for a fee
and blind followers
07/10/19 Kandy, Sri Lanka
1117. I looked at the news today
in a foreign I don’t know language
Perhaps there were narratives about alien life forms
impregnating statues at the local temple
I will go home
put on the foreign impossible to understand news channel
and make up the story
of how alien mating at the temple
could change how we all relate to one another
07/10/19 Kandy, Sri Lanka
1118. While 3D printing last night’s dream
there was a power outage
Now I will never know
what happened with the three-women
dancing with me
in their Neanderthal nuclear naked glow
07/10/19 Kandy, Sri Lanka
1119. If the monks stopped chanting
would the status get up and leave
Like we do
when the ice cream truck goes by
and we run after it
07/10/19 Kandy, Sri Lanka
1120. In a previous existence
amongst Me-2 cave women
in what is now Cantabria, Spain
I dreamt that one day Uber Eats
would deliver vegetarian pizza to my cave
Keeping my women and me in constant ecstasy
for the next 36,000 years
08/10/19 Kandy, Sri Lanka
1124. Cultures embracing other cultures
Though not really
Mexican restaurant in Sri Lanka
There should have been a wall
between the idea to serving us
what did not taste Mexican
Look Mexican
Talk Mexican
The cooks and everyone else but us
were Sri Lankans
They watched cricket
We ate Mexican that was not Mexican
Next time I go to Mexico
I will look for a Sri Lankan restaurant
just to see if the joke
is on me
09/10/19 Ella, Sri Lanka
1125. What a strange anomaly are tourists
Random unattached locals
passing through the mist
Selfies proving momentary existence
Tourists trampling the world
Carting home
bags of worthless trinkets
Proof of there anomalies
09/10/19 Ella to Matara, Sri Lanka
1126. Downtown Sri Lanka Mainstreet rice field
Mayor of the morning
Mindful of such a peaceful world
far removed from where it is not
Not seeing me
capturing his soul
09/10/19 Ella to Matara, Sri Lanka
1127. In a sudden realized panic prank
my last creative thought of the day
slipped quietly out to sea
Gone with the wind
Absorbed by the clouds
Morphing into shadows
Obliteration of my last creative thought
09/10/19 Matara, Sri Lanka
1128. Voices in my head
play linguistic gymnastics with Siri
answering in a most disconnected incoherent fashion
that I become lost at the crossroads
unable to discern the appropriate response
for which road is more travelled
in this jagged jaded juggled jungled life
09/10/19 Matara, Sri Lanka
1129. When I grow up
I want to be me
Anything else would confuse
the stray strange street dogs
humping tourists
on their way to Nirvana
09/10/19 Matara, Sri Lanka
1130. My dead family and friends
no longer believe in me
which is evidential
in that they no longer wish me happy birthday
on astral social media
or chant mantras
to wake me from the dead
to join their living party
09/10/19 Matara, Sri Lanka
1131. I paid renewal of my soul with cybercurrency
at the bank of esoteric bullshit
as hackers ran off
with my birthright
11/10/19 Matara, Sri Lanka
1132. Foreigners swimming in the pool
We are foreign too
To locals we are tourists
All of us
Australian Japanese French German
Unidentifiable ones
So good to fit in
To belong
To understand not to understand
Even the stray street dogs are confused
what language to beg in
as we all drown in the tsunami of life
11/10/19 Matara, Sri Lanka
1133. Laying in bed listening to waves
They used to hypnotize me
Bring peace
Oneness with the universe
Cleansing enlightenment
Now I lay awake most of the night
listening to a change in the rhythms of the sea
knowing not long ago 30,000 tsunami victims
were at peace with the sea outside my window
here on the Sri Lanka Coast
Perhaps they still are
waiting for
the next wave
to bring them back
11/10/19 Matara, Sri Lanka
1134. Dinner was excellent
All the right nutrients
Tastes
Substance
Texture
Colour
Such a feast
A buffet of privilege
Said the mosquito laving my body
as I collapse and die from dengue fever
11/10/19 Matara, Sri Lanka
1135. Our debt to society
becomes cancelled
when we die
so why stress over it
when alive
12/10/19 Matara, Sri Lanka
1136. Rushing out into the morning
before it is taken by China
and we are left in the dark
here on the other side of the world
12/10/19 Matara, Sri Lanka
1137. When dogs fight Cats win
Here in the tropics stories swirl
Memories of when the world was great
Tall tales repeated
Life was a treasure chest
Beliefs were trophies
Heroes Gods Saints Beggars
We all had our time
back when the tropics sang our fame
There was a future
to be bright
12/10/19 Matara, Sri Lanka
1138. I asked the queen of change for new memories
So much happened today
I forgot when yesterday was
why I wanted change
knowing I was already half-way to tomorrow
@ the start of new memories
I can’t keep track of
12/10/19 Matara, Sri Lanka
1139. These past five billion years
have been good to me
setting in place
Excitement
Glory
Shape
of now
12/10/19 Matara, Sri Lanka
1140. I have always wanted to be lost
Now all my dreams have come true
Lost with you
Where
we do not know
Not to be found again
All my dreams come true
12/10/19 Matara, Sri Lanka
1141. I love different cultures
The fruiter the better
Different colours too
Foreign is such a treat
I don’t mind paying either
Give me a new batch
anytime
Yogurt is just so good
12/10/19 Matara, Sri Lanka
1142. My shadow ran off with my hat
I stayed behind
with the garden gnomes and fairies
contemplating on how unreal life
really was
13/10/19 Galle, Sri Lanka
1143. I saw a vision of me fifty years ago
in the alley
getting stoned
I quickly hid
before the vision of me
could see me now
Hallucinating in rhythm
to dissolving memories
once so grand
13/10/19 Galle, Sri Lanka
1144. Mind altering love
All so clear
Focused
Colourful
Rain upon me
You will always be a window
through the storm
14/10/19 Galle, Sri Lanka
1145. How we get place to place
Easiest method
not to know beforehand
We rode camels in the Thar Desert
Horses in Ecuador coffee fields
Bullet trains / boats / bikes/ buses / planes / cars trucks / motorcycles
We have walked / run / swum
If it had legs wheels arms it got us to the next place
When I die no place to go
So easy it will be
Travel to nowhere
a blip in time
fading into the stars
14/10/19 Galle, Sri Lanka
1146. Woman in the alley reading the futures
I give her money
She disappears into the sea
I swim after her
then drown
I awaken
coughing up seawater
Being a tourist in Sri Lanka is so strange
14/10/19 Galle, Sri Lanka
1147. In an unpredictable moment
thoughts crashed against walls
of indifference
But I didn’t care
14/10/19 Galle, Sri Lanka
1148. The end is elastic
propelling me back to a new starting point
Victory is a temporary illusion
Winning a false breath
Truth a binary lie
01010111 01100101 00100000 01100001
01110010 01100101 00100000
01100001 01101100 01101100 00100000 01100110 01110101
01100011 01101011 01100101 01100100
The end of time all that is real
with nowhere to bounce back from
in this elaborate hoax we call our life
14/10/19 Galle, Sri Lanka
1149. Not sure why such random beliefs
invade my reckless thinking
No doubt it is the humidity
pollution
poverty
foreign language
haphazardly driving locals
that cause me to scream at tourists
who claim I am of their lineage
When in fact I am a free-range traveller
Without connection
15/10/19 Galle, Sri Lanka
1150. It is so easy to forget where I am
when so many planets in the universe look the same
filled with multicellular criminals
with the same issues
believing they are unique
in their mistaken identity
15/10/19 Galle, Sri Lanka
1151.The greatest contribution one can make
is to sacrifice individuality
for the sake of evolution
by choosing what is behind the door
then slipping quiet away into their emptiness
15/10/19 Galle, Sri Lanka
1152. The casualties of worry pile up across my battlefield
I paint over them with a wide brush
Rain falls washing away such a blatant cover up
Fortune smiles
I take her surfing
We crash onto a deserted island
Worry vanished
Love heals
Space is wounded
Oh how I love the scent of victory in the morning
Cleansing away the battlefield
17/10/19 Ambalangoda, Sri Lanka
1153. People come up to me asking for money
I show them all the coconuts on the tree
Of course they can put them together
Make a ladder to heaven
Wealth and bliss forever
So easily within reach
These poor people all so blessed
to have a white wester male
in their midst
to free them
of their grasp on poverty
17/10/19 Ambalangoda, Sri Lanka
1154. Time is running out
Leaving me no entrance
into tomorrow
17/10/19 Ambalangoda, Sri Lanka
1155. Phone ringing must be Buddha
asking for directions again
I am watching the World Series
I am still on the wheel
My GPS is broken
I throw my phone into the sea
A tsunami kills us all
Buddha disappears
18/10/19 Ambalangoda, Sri Lanka
1156. I met the most interesting statue
at the fast-drive-through-statue-stand
We discussed politics
Beliefs
Species’ ends
Her excitement in statue pornography
We agreed to meet again in a future lifetime
When all that will exist will be broken statues
18/10/19 Ambalangoda, Sri Lanka
1157. I am no longer influenced by the news
It was affecting my dance moves
Now that I can fly
I no longer dance
All because
I no longer am influenced by the news
18/10/19 Ambalangoda, Sri Lanka
1158. If there was only me
How normal the world would be
Could be
Should be
Blue fluffy clouds shaped as favourable ancestors
My image in a cornfield from alien crop constructs
Mermaids exciting me
Sensual erotic archangels with heavenly scents
A cornucopia of 1950s girl bands harmonizing
The sea responding to my constant existential questioning
If there was only me
How normal the world truly would be
19/10/19 Moraglla, Beruwala, Sri Lanka
1159. Counting love bites on my skin
I draw circles around them
Stars in the centre
Take selfies to prove my value
The desire of my body covered with love bites
by the Sri Lankan mosquitoes
in their divine disease karma spreading ways
19/10/19 Moraglla, Beruwala, Sri Lanka
1160. I was at an expensive exclusive
a bit repulsive resort and spa
First world wealth
Surrounded by third world poverty
Desire enveloped by need
Greed protected from want
Heavy security for insecure people
worried that those with nothing
may desire a token of affection from the elite
or maybe something to eat for their starving children
If I had not closed the door
so I won’t see their poverty
I probably could have felt a tinge of sympathy
for those who should have
what we have
so much of
and cannot afford to share
19/10/19 Moraglla, Beruwala, Sri Lanka
1161. We just keep going
Always out of depth
High risk of drowning
Chocking on faulty karma
Rainbows are just reflections
Hijacked
Hacked
Rebranded by sexually insecurities
Life has always been easy
It is the thinking that complicates
Sleeping in a palace
Sleeping in an alley
We only noticed the difference upon wakening
Then we keep going in search of a better sleep
20/10/19 Moraglla, Beruwala, Sri Lanka
1162. Wind shuffled memory
Nothing worthwhile appears
so I reshuffle
Nothing still
I will go into town
create new memories
to reshuffle
in the future
20/10/19 Moraglla, Beruwala, Sri Lanka
1163. A man with no legs in a wheelchair
asked me for help at the train station
I gave him a band aide
and plastic prayer beads
Now he is at the disco
dancing with a beautiful ageless mermaid millennial M2er
Confirming my belief that I was sent to this 3rd-world country
for a purpose
20/10/19 Moraglla, Beruwala, Sri Lanka
1164. I watched a vegan magician
change a cow into a block of tofu
eat it
then ascend into a cloud
I gave her a handful of rupees
The cow reappeared
my money didn’t
Everyone takes me for such a sucker
as if I was just another tourist
The jokes on them
I still have my dignity
20/10/19 Moraglla, Beruwala, Sri Lanka
1165. Time is a tragedy
Narratives based on a beginning middle end
I survived the beginning
I survived the middle
There were times of doubt
Derailments
Faulty brakes
Misplaced karmic operettas
Thin ice
Thick walls
Swirling deceits eroding passions
Swirling dervishes throwing darts at me
I survived it all
Phase last – the end
No chance to survive
The tragedy of time realized
21/10/19 Moraglla, Beruwala, Sri Lanka
1166. Sometimes I sleep with two or even three pillows
Though I feel guilty
knowing most of the world
sleeps with only one pillow
I feel bad wearing two shoes
knowing there are some
who wear just one
on their one foot
I brush my long hair
unconcerned by the balding males
wishing they weren’t
I pray for needy women who want me
I feel unhinged
knowing many fly first class
I can only be in economy
as I travel
in constant holiday around the world
22/10/19 Kattuwa, Negombo, Sri Lanka
1167. Salacious sunset
chased away
cynical sea
causing the sensual horizon
to blush incandescently
22/10/19 Kattuwa, Negombo, Sri Lanka
1168. A Sri Lankan train will never make it to the moon
There are too many elephants
sitting on the train tracks
for the train to ever get off the ground
22/10/19 Kattuwa, Negombo, Sri Lanka
1169. The art of making sense has been lost on me
If found please share responsibly
Otherwise the wise will surmise
I am wearing a disguise
as a prize for not making sense
and loving the mediocre
22/10/19 Kattuwa, Negombo, Sri Lanka
1170. The peasant beggar sellers
line the beach with trinkets
to adorn the self-righteous tourists
I dance naked in their shadow
They run
Littering the beach
with the ancient art of misery
22/10/19 Kattuwa, Negombo, Sri Lanka
1171. I can’t wait to get back home
where it is easier to sweep third-world poetry
under the poverty carpet
Turn off the ridiculous political theatre
on every media
and return to my wonderfully safe illusionary world
22/10/19 Kattuwa, Negombo, Sri Lanka
1172. I sit in the corner
on the edge of the world
Waiting
to see
if anyone will find
I am missing
23/10/19 Kattuwa, Negombo, Sri Lanka
1173. I finally completed my latest written novel
Full of mystery
Pageantry
Digital inept humans
Now you have too
23/10/19 Kattuwa, Negombo, Sri Lanka
1174. Goodbye Sri Lanka
We have embedded lots of good shit
May our lives be forever enhanced
232/10/19 Kattuwa, Negombo, Sri Lanka
1175. Landing next adventure
Turn off the lights
So unprepared
can’t see ahead
so calmly chaos whispers
Get me o the ground
before the world flies off without me
24/10/19 Flight Colombo to Lahore, Pakistan
1176. Life is a luxury
the dead no longer remember
24/10/19 Flight Colombo to Lahore, Pakistan
1177. When I die bury me in the sky
So many friends already there
Dancing in the shadows
I have yet to see
24/10/19 Flight Colombo to Lahore, Pakistan
1178. Such a good feeling
here at the end of this journey
Reflections
What ifs
Perhaps
Maybes
Every moment
the end of a journey
Sometime it will be
the end of the journey
No time left for
Reflections
What ifs
Perhaps
Maybes
Just a pause
Then nothing
25/10/19 Lahore, Pakistan
1179. Don’t know whether to feel guilty
for having more than the poor
less that the rich
So programmed
to feel guilty
How great for a new day
to become free in
being rich and poor
at the same time
to delete our programming
reboot
celebrating life itself
25/10/19 Lahore, Pakistan
1180. Foreign language
Foreign beliefs
Foreign women
are as foreign
as women have always been
to me
25/10/19 Lahore, Pakistan
1181. Celebrity monkeys at the zoo
throwing their shit at the public
just as celebrities in Hollywood do
25/10/19 Lahore, Pakistan
1182. I caught a glimpse of you
merging with a vanishing cloud
over evening horizon
Full moon Broken stars
@ one with the cosmos
@ one with forever
@ one beyond touch
Always close
though I never know where
Scent sense somewhere
Yet always here
This glimpse of you
26/10/19 Lahore, Pakistan
1183. I lived so far into the future
last week did not exist
next week will not happen
I forgot who I was
though happy for who I will become
26/10/19 Lahore, Pakistan
1184. Woken before sun rise
by Muslim call to prayers
Why can’t they use their smart phones
like Jesus did
Leave us infidels to dream in peace
of when we were once kings
26/10/19 Lahore, Pakistan
1185. I feel like an aging statue
fallen off its pedestal
with bits and pieces broken off
and tourists taking selfies
with what remains of me
with their erotic smiles
26/10/19 Lahore, Pakistan
1186. All this wisdom I have gained
over the past 72 years
will unravel the fabrics of creation
when realized
I recall only eleven percent
of anything at all
26/10/19 Lahore, Pakistan
1187. Without sex
we would be without
26/10/19 Lahore, Pakistan
1188. Miscalculated love
Like chocolate
melting in the sun
26/10/19 Lahore, Pakistan
1189. People of Pakistan so grateful for visitors
The western media so harsh
I don’t understand their religious beliefs
Never tried
They come up to me
Want selfies
Shake hands
“thanks for coming here”
Media not interested in the stories of these hospitable people
Today I discovered the fun side of being human
@ the end of a handshake and a selfie stick
And so should you
27/10/19 Lahore, Pakistan
1190. Pakistan and I share the same birth year
1947
Pakistan is a young country
I am an old man
We both want the world to know
We are happy to be a part of it all
27/10/19 Lahore, Pakistan
1191. Nothing unusual in town today
everyone looked the other way
I followed
swimming backward
if only everyone else would stop
Where are the grand plans
We look for directions
A world gone blank
Nothing poetic in town tody
Fractured thoughts
Chunking through this polluted air
I become dizzy
overwhelmed falling down
among nothing unusual in town today
28/10/19 Lahore, Pakistan
1192. If only my dead family and friends
could see me now
they would leave the special seating section
“for dead only”
and join in the fun I am having here
in the centre ring of this circus
I call my life
28/10/19 Lahore, Pakistan
1193. Life is a rodeo
if I can keep my hat on for the remainder of this ride
I will relish the cheering
for staying on so long
28/10/19 Lahore, Pakistan
1194. I traded my best DNA
for a bowl of macaroni and cheese
no longer unique
no longer me
no longer a 5-* Michelin Star chef
I go into cardiac arrest
My DNA goes down the drain
Sewer rats celebrate their sudden change in evolution
The cosmos is finally in balance
28/10/19 Lahore, Pakistan
1195. Quick sketch for today
Few lines of reason
Traces of understanding
Colours of differentiation
Not far removed from cave paintings 30,000 years ago
Now my sketch is in the cloud
Vanishing cyber sketching
at the end of civilization
29/10/19 Lahore, Pakistan
1196. If it wasn’t for the elephant
playing leapfrog with neighbourhood frogs
I could have slept through the night
Now I am cranky and tired because of their actions
To add upsetness to my woes
an elephant sat on my Facebook
crushing my profile
breaking my hair
as if it was a karmic thingy
saying this is all for my spiritual growth
29/10/19 Lahore, Pakistan
1197. Because of the internet
people in developing countries
want to live like people on the internet
Generation XYZ in Pakistan
The same as XYZ in NYC
But wait they aren’t
They can’t be
Luck of birth
Accident of birth
USA XYZ want more
Pakistan XYZ want more
The world has less of more
@ 72 I want more
More years to see who ends up with more
Or will we all end up with nothing
29/10/19 Lahore, Pakistan
1198. Regret is a misinterpretation of
so what
Isn’t the moment great
There are no possibilities for tomorrow
without the greatness of now
Regret only clouds what will be
What could be if not for regret
29/10/19 Lahore, Pakistan
1199. People post pithy sayings
Animals don’t
Which has more issues
Proof that pithy posted phrases
are unstable mutterings
that successful animals don’t need
29/10/19 Lahore, Pakistan
1200. Next lifetime I will be a semi-colon
providing a place of further intent
29/10/19 Lahore, Pakistan
1201. The days are becoming shorter
Nights longer
What a time of year
with so much added dreamtime
and less time to sort out
what they mean
29/10/19 Lahore, Pakistan
1202. I tried to take my mask off
only to face facts
The face I had
was not a mask
so easily to be freed
but the mask I toss into daily life
29/10/19 Lahore, Pakistan
1203. The joy of surrender
was but an idle act
to have more chocolate
not to be imprisoned by it
29/10/19 Lahore, Pakistan
1204. So in sync with nature
Mice in my cupboard on the same low-carb diet
Cheese kale Chocolate nuts
But for tonight
Wine women and song
My diet not to be shared
Rhythms of nature
Balancing me once again
30/10/19 Lahore, Pakistan
1205. Shook my money tree
Exquisite birds flew away
$ rained down
Merchants up and down the boulevard
opened their doors
“white western elderly male on the loose with cash”
Tomorrow I will plant more $ trees
I so love the attention
30/10/19 Lahore, Pakistan
1206. Pollution so thick in Lahore
I no longer see dreams
Reality is a haze
Faulty thinking hidden
Easy breathing a once were memory
Love is blinded covered by such thick pollution
I float on top of it to be closer to the sun
30/10/19 Lahore, Pakistan
1207. Such a remarkable turn
No longer upside down
Inevitable editable
Birds swimming
Fish flying
Cats barking
Laughing vegetarian zombies
Autonomous-driven desires
No longer life a sure thing
The predictable not so anymore
The end merely a pause
Such a remarkable time
with each breath
a revelation
30/10/19 Lahore, Pakistan
1208. Time is a shadow
without escape
If I were to leave my corner
so exposed
not even darkness
would elevate my status
Here at the end of today
with tomorrow
quickly rolling in
31/10/19 Lahore, Pakistan
1209. The reason for this painted old face
I wear into the night
is to disrupt facial recognition software
Associating me
with an escaped caveman
the government is seeking to re-educate
31/10/19 Lahore, Pakistan
1210. 7.5 billion people
Risk takers
everyone
on earth
I was sent to the end of the line
in a most ceremonially
unlucky format
Can I please move up the line
behind you
before anyone notices
30/10/19 Lahore, Pakistan
1211. If I don’t go to sleep soon
my reflection will disappear
in a much-anticipated awkwardness
into a shadowless dream
31/10/19 Lahore, Pakistan
1212. More than seasonal change
Disruptive cultural values
Change long-term perceptions
Inhaling this culture
Exhaling that culture
I think western
Live eastern
Dress southern
Look northern
Such contrasts
I have superseded globalization
Galactic merging
Seasonal cultural apparatuses gone
I am still here
Go figure
One and all
01/11/19 Lahore, Pakistan
1213. As unique as fingerprints
Love is one-of-a-kind
No two the same
In the few instances of existence
they thrive in
01/11/19 Lahore, Pakistan
1214. The future is based on an outgrown broken logarithm
Today minus yesterday (X misunderstanding B)
Base b of hope raised to produce reality
Positioned off centre enough
to create substance for a positive tomorrow
with you at the centre
01/11/19 Lahore, Pakistan
1215. Back to normal
Nothing the same
Life out of balance
So much fun
Tipsy topsy world
All that makes sense
Thanks for nothing
So happy to be free of norms
03/11/19 Lahore, Pakistan
1216. My imaginary friend
has always been real
we crash into reality often
My hallucinations
colourfully out of proportion
I love sinking into them
Concepts cage me
I have tried to escape
No proof that I have
So easy to be found
once lost
Living on the threshold
is so exciting
I think I will just float away
with my imaginary friend
if only you would join us
this moment so complete
03/11/19 Lahore, Pakistan
1217. We ran out of money
Money is a false value
We ran out of value
Value is tainted by money
When we die
Money and value disappear
How wonderful death is
04/11/19 Lahore, Pakistan
1218. Pakistanis clothes so colourful
How dull we in the west dress
Surely not superior in fashion
The rich west with their designer nonsense
made in 3rd world fortified sweat factories
by people dressed better than the clothes they make
for the unimagining western market
slum goddesses
04/11/19 Lahore, Pakistan
1219. Cross cultural communication
Body language replacing non-understandable language
So easy to share
Moments of joy
laughter
We could dance
We could make love
We could run and play
Spoken language such a burden
human understanding so easy to share
when no words spoken
04/11/19 Lahore, Pakistan
1220. So much pollution of Lahore in my lungs
I cough
Quiet clouds float out from the depth of my lungs
darkening the sky
Greying the sun
with a deep velvety dark purple haze
of gothic fright
I cough again
Climb aboard the next cloud
Float above the earth
So much cleaner here
amongst the space junk
blocking out the earth below
with its unbreathable air
04/11/19 Lahore, Pakistan
1221. I go to foreign places
No one looks acts dresses speaks
smells dances loves laughs like me
They stop and stare
I stare back they look foreign too
I am the only me
my reflection hopes dreams are foreign
Alien beliefs settle me
I am no longer foreign
the world is normal once again
05/11/19 Lahore, Pakistan
1222. I love crowds
Swaying celebrants
Happiness in motion
Such a happy place
filled with joyful people
Never anyone stressed
What a wonderful time
we have evolved into
A perfect world
with us all in harmony
with our little dusty planet
06/11/19 Lahore, Pakistan
1223. What surprises my concubines
is that the cut-out replica me is more authentic
than the digitally hacked version of me
that you thought you knew
and once loved
06/11/19 Lahore, Pakistan
1224. What excites me
about the total disintegration
of all current civilization
is what will emerge
from our ashes
a million and half years hence
06/11/19 Lahore, Pakistan
1225. So relaxing
Watching life slide by
Crowd clouds vibrantly in sync
Life is a dance
So hypnotic
We the lucky ones
Enjoying this spectacle
09/11/19 Udon Thani, Thailand
1226. From high
upon my white western middleclass male
aging pedestal
I watch the humble hungry huddled masses
desperately coordinating their pathetic movements
and wonder why
09/11/19 Udon Thani, Thailand
1227. Once again we are the only foreigners among so many
Like we were in Pakistan, Sri Lanka, now Thailand
We the always foreigners
with foreign looks, tastes, speech
dress, ideas, values, beliefs
When we go home
we will be foreign
But no one will notice
as we fade into old ways
before we became foreigners
09/11/19 Udon Thani, Thailand
1228. I cooled myself with the fan of indifference
Time lags
Space warps
Love splinters
I shrug my shoulders
Fly off into oblivion
Nothing really matters
As I fan the fade of indifference
10/11/19 Udon Thani, Thailand
1229. What a fun day I had
Reliving the future as if it was the past
Bowing in appreciation of the applause of silence
for a performance with so much potential
yet to be realized
10/11/19 Udon Thani, Thailand
1230. It was a quiet day here in Udno Thani
with ducks singing in Thai
such mesmerizing songs about love
floating haplessly across artificial lakes
Of course I am paraphrasing here
as I don’t understand Thai
or why ducks sing
in such a high-pitched voice
10/11/19 Udon Thani, Thailand
1231. Another polluted Asian city
If I survive another week of this
I will live to see the end of civilization
due to nuclear annihilation
10/11/19 Udon Thani, Thailand
1232. My thoughts span the universe
My actions get us further
For instance I am going to leap across the universe
check out another universe
bounce back
whereas my thoughts barely make it
to the perimeter of this one
10/11/19 Udon Thani, Thailand
1233. I wrote a cheap Jap jeep jingle
No one understood
Now no jeeps in Japan
Or Japanese in jeeps
So disintegrated the moment is
11/11/19 Udon Thani, Thailand
1234. Everyone around me
Stand in extras
Part of the scene called my life
When my performance stops
You no longer exist
Everyone around me
merely holograms I created
to stay entertained
We all disappear at once
So this life is
Sorry mate
11/11/19 Udon Thani, Thailand
1235. Laughing lucky ladies last longer
So I believe
But what would I know
I am but a first-generation robot
11/11/19 Udon Thani, Thailand
1236. I used to find it annoying how often Jesus
would post selfies with his disciples
Such time warps are interesting
but not profound
Perhaps from an historic hysterical perspective
there is merit
Rips in the fabrics of existence
need to be repaired
or else we risk cosmic suicide
Isolation
Laughingstock of the universe status
As our particular intelligent universe
expands without us
11/11/19 Udon Thani, Thailand
1237. I felt tall at the mall
All the short people went one floor up
looked down on me
I am no longer tall
@ the mall
12/11/19 Udon Thani, Thailand
1238. Pretty girl in the shop window
I wave
She stares into space
Space stares back
Another millennial Me2-er
taking imaginary selfies all day long
standing in the shop window
with her neuro-plasticine placating stare
Never responding to my Twitter supplications
12/11/19 Udon Thani, Thailand
1239. All these old men in Thailand
with their child-like trophy lovers
Men pretending their younger
Lovers wishing they were too
Everyone pretending except for me
I awkwardly smile at half dressed shop window Mankins
knowing I am the last one with a grip on reality
12/11/19 Udon Thani, Thailand
1240. I am amazed at how many people
believe in an afterlife
until they die
only to discover there isn’t one
12/11/19 Udon Thani, Thailand
1241. We are so trapped by our beliefs
that chocolate melts
before we are capable
to formulate whether the consumption
there of
is in sync with what we believe
12/11/19 Udon Thani, Thailand
1242. I used facial recognition software
to find my inner self
To seek enlightenment
To find a good deal on a 2nd hand life
It led me to a discarded Halloween-carved pumpkin
that had the same inner glow and cynical smile
I show the world
proving such accuracy with current technology
Tomorrow I will us DNA sampling
to discover which planet I am most likely from
then I will do a urine test
to discover the drug that will make me feel sane again
13/11/19 Udon Thani, Thailand
1243. I pretend I am local
All the people around me tourists
I tell them to go back to where they came from
Looking puzzled they say
‘no English’
I can’t help them out
I send them to the airport
Now my city is empty
I love being a local in a foreign place
13/11/19 Udon Thani, Thailand
1244. The taking of life
Seriously
So demented
Self-realized new-age clowns
revealing the great esoteric secret
of the highest
most ancient hidden truth
finally revealed
Life is a joke
13/11/19 Udon Thani, Thailand
1245. I purchased a rather small galaxy with bitcoins
It became sucked in
Then spat out
By the Black Hole at the centre of our galaxy
No refund for bitcoins
No return of my galaxy
I should have just bought the Brooklyn Bridge
and been content with that
13/11/19 Udon Thani, Thailand
1246. I waited until the end of the day
to celebrate its beginning
I will celebrate the end of today
tomorrow
Celebrating is so rewarding
Why would we ever pause
14/11/19 Udon Thani, Thailand
1247. I love being a celebrity
It makes everyone around me
feel so humble
14/11/19 Udon Thani, Thailand
1248. So much poverty around me
I will scoop it all up
and sell it to the rich
so they can recycle it
back to the poor
as they have for so long
14/11/19 Udon Thani, Thailand
1249. So confusing in a Thailand shopping mall
Santa in a sled with reindeer suspended over reality
Angels in front of a Jesus scene with a Buddhist monk begging for rice
Christmas songs loudly in English that no one speaks reads understands
It looks like home to me if this were New York but it is Thailand
Am I the foreigner in a New York scene
or are these people totally in denial of their foreignness’ liabilities
14/11/19 Udon Thani, Thailand
1250. Politically I am left of the centre of neutrality
Otherwise I am in sync with everything that is asleep
14/11/19 Udon Thani, Thailand
1251. As long as the front-line stops moving
I am slowly catching up
Knowing all along
that the end game
is to start over again
14/11/19 Udon Thani, Thailand
1252. What really sucks
is that by the time I get to be on the world stage
our solar system
will be sucked into a black hole
That really sucks
14/11/19 Udon Thani, Thailand
1253. I am really pleased
with the progress of today
That it progressed
to the end of this sentence
14/11/19 Udon Thani, Thailand
1254. Every thought becomes a galaxy
in some other sphere of existence
which explains why there are so many galaxies
randomly aimlessly wandering the dark universe
For example the Milky Way
was a random thought billions of years ago
14/11/19 Udon Thani, Thailand
1255. I printed a million copies
of my glorious first world entitled life story
and gave them to the first million illiterate poor people
in this foreign third-world country
so they could have fuel to cook their rice
and I could be number one
on the New York grooviest book list
1256. The hustlers on the corner wink and say
‘how about it’
The only words they know in English
I explain to them Nietzsche
and several competing annihilation theories
along with an in-depth explanation of Ayn Rand’s Objectivism
They strut away mumbling incoherently in Thai
as I take my virtualist theories for a happy ending
down to Desolation Road
15/11/19 Udon Thani, Thailand
1257. So much of the Christian Bible
reflects revenge port
I am unable to comprehend
why their god has not been arrested
Made to do community service
Been banished from all narratives
15/11/19 Udon Thani, Thailand
1258. Too often I reboot
to default realism
preventing random experience
from introducing me to virtual realism
filled with alternative meanings
yet to be defined
15/11/19 Udon Thani, Thailand
1259. Once millennials get off their selfie phones
long enough to recognize the challenges
us baby boomers created for them
the world may become a liveable space
by the time they get to be our age
15/11/19 Udon Thani, Thailand
1260. The world is fucked
I am excited about the future
I won’t be here
15/11/19 Udon Thani, Thailand
1261. Unbeknown to me
the quiet people magically disappeared
I could not see hear feel them
This alley is filled with air
There is no one there
Perhaps I am not here
As I magically disappear
Such is the story of the quiet people
15/11/19 Udon Thani, Thailand
1262. Love so often a linguistic experiment
Travels quicker when the wind clears away
all perspectives
15/11/19 Udon Thani, Thailand
1263. In 72-years of acting
I have never been recognized
as the best of me
the stage has ever produced
15/11/19 Udon Thani, Thailand
1264. I often thwart reality
with me
16/11/19 Udon Thani, Thailand
1265. I hope my body knows what to do
with the unidentified food I ate
The name and description were in a language I don’t know
Others were eating the same stuff
They were speaking foreign
Hopefully when I awaken tomorrow
I will be speaking foreign too
16/11/19 Udon Thani, Thailand
1266. While planning the future today came and went
The future arrived quicker than planned
I left quicker than planed
No longer do I plan giving consequence
to the remainder of the text
16/11/19 Udon Thani, Thailand
1267. If I were you
I won’t be me
Sunsets would fade
Memories dissolve
Catastrophic thoughts
merge with such seismic changes
so it is good we are only
16/11/19 Udon Thani, Thailand
1268. I keep losing stuff
Today I lost my sense of direction
Where I was is not where I am
The earth orbits
Solar system orbits
Galaxy orbits
I can’t stop turning in circles
I am in orbit
17/11/19 Udon Thani, Thailand
1269. Poor people are groovy
They won’t worry when the stock market crashes
They will shrug their shoulders at World War III & IV
When the rest of us lose it all they will yawn
Being poor is best
17/11/19 Udon Thani, Thailand
1270. We who are
All there is
Ever will be
No ‘meant to happen’
No ‘luck’
No ‘they are responsible’
No ‘past ~ future lives’
We create our world
The earth is not flat
Heaven is an erotic dream
Nothing exist beyond what we exhale
Prayer is to be preyed upon
All else faulty thinking
Lazy conspiracy intrigue
Someone else’s hope for us to believe
To be their puppet
Don’t take a chance on me
I am here by chance too
1271. Broken memories lay scattered
across the shaky shady shore
Memory shards
Splinters reflecting once we were
Sun rises
obliterating all
Useless memories
Falling into the sea
19/11/19 Flight Kuala Lumpur > Adelaide
1272. Memories growing
like snowballs down a hill
Gathering avalanche
Momentum unstoppable
Wake the town
The change is here
What was
Will be again
Cycles of memories
History repeating
Lessons learned
Forgotten
Revealed
Relived
Once again
19/11/19 Adelaide
1273. Whilst Christmas shopping
At the $store for bargains
50% off items
for my cherished family and friends
I was reminded what Christmas was all about
Bought nothing
Got a Thai massage instead
Christmas is so good
20/11/19 Adelaide
1274. Changed plans
The meek won’t inherit
The last won’t get to the front
Love rarely prevails
Lady luck is a drunken man
Success is based on
Changed plans
20/11/19 Adelaide
1275. Before smart phones
life may not have existed
If a selfie is not ‘liked’
does it exist
Google has taught
that there is nothing left to learn
I no longer exercise
My robot goes to the fitness centre for me
Virtual reality has replaced reality
Why else would we bother to wake up
21/11/19 Adelaide
1276. If I were dead
and my dead family and friends
were alive
would they miss me as much as I do them
Carry on imaginary conversations
Walk with an invisible me
Dream of being together again
in an alternative space and time
or would they forget me
Go on with daily activities
Like I too often do them
22/11/19 Adelaide
1277.Every day I put more on the list
to do tomorrow
I have been adding to the list
for more than six-decades
Tomorrow I will delete my list
Nothing to do tomorrow
Finally
life will have meaning
22/11/19 Adelaide
1278. I should reach for the stars
but I have arthritis
I need to share my heart with others
but I have heart disease
I should listen more
but I am deaf
I should celebrate
with wine women and song
I have cirrhosis
I sing out of tune
Women look the other way
when I lick my chops
Damn life is difficult
22/11/19 Adelaide
1279. Paul invented Christianity
Wrote several OK storylines
with his fishermen friends
in hopes Netflix would do a deal
thousands of years later
Never imagining how many wars
How much pain
his nonsensical narratives
would produce
22/11/19 Adelaide
1280. I followed train tracks to Nirvana
First class sleeper
Shortly after entering a tunnel
Realizing I was not on the train
As a fact the train was headed towards me
I was merely following tracks to Nirvana
The collision between the train and me woke me
I had fallen into the moat surrounding my castle
Wet and embarrassed but awake
If only I could return to my senses
my ignorance would save me
I could be normal once again
23/11/19 Adelaide
1281. A magician once told me
love was a disappearing act
The trick is to know
when that is true
and to disappear too
23/11/19 Adelaide
1282. Love so easily to explain
Chocolate or vanilla
Both tasty
dependent upon the mood
Easily melting
Too much
Too little
Both to blame for what comes next
23/11/19 Adelaide
1283. Pausing midstream
To turn back
Advance to the other side
Just stay in place
Let the rapids decide my fate
Such a sinking feeling
when memories
flood the senses
24/11/19 Adelaide
1284. Graceful in appearance
Slippery thought’s disappearance
So easily tricked by subliminal subconscious espionage
I no longer control what appears in the mirror
or what to say to the dark shadow
crying in the mist
24/11/19 Adelaide
1285. I change beliefs like a child
with a box of colourful Band-Aids
Put one on
Take it off
Put on another
Preventing what hurts
from becoming infected
like the rest of me
24/11/19 Adelaide
1286. They lined up all the deserters
Shot them one by one
That was the beginning of my dream
The rest never happened
because I was a deserter too
24/11/19 Adelaide
1287. I used a successful thread of information
to succeed beyond belief
taking me into a stratospheric level
of what could be
if what was
were plausible in the instance of minute believability
without judgement
Just left with the essence of success
25/11/19 Adelaide
1288. Love without resistance
Without interpretation
Without reason
Without ransom
So exciting in its purity
Only the essence is left
Why else consume chocolate
To complete another perfect day
25/11/19 Adelaide
1289. My doctor said
there is no medication for aging
No cure for becoming old
To enjoy my mangled memories
Warped wisdom
Wrinkled countenance
Now is the cycle of blooming
Tomorrow flowers will sprout all over my body
I should run with the herd across the open fields
Embellish my last sunset
I think it is time to find another doctor
25/11/19 Adelaide
1290. I stopped talking just in time
to hear the world go crazy
Fireworks not for celebration
but for destruction
Wild animals locking us up
Protestors with nothing to protest
protesting
Trees weeping
Skies seething
Screaming rivers
I began talking again
All returned to normal
Thank gods for me
26/11/19 Adelaide
1291. I changed my vegan organic low-carb diet
to a virtual diet of 0s and 1s
Soon I will no longer be 3D
26/11/19 Adelaide
1292. My life-story
Fictional in the extreme
I keep waiting
to get past
the intoxicating introduction
Yet here we are
All these years later
still at the beginning
26/11/19 Adelaide
1293. I locked my higher Self into the safe
So boring all that advice
Warnings if didn’t change
No fun at all
Forgot the combination
The real me runs free
Watch out world
27/11/19 Adelaide
1294. The longer I look @ the past
The better it looks
Yesterday the past looked rusty
Derelict
Discardable
Today it is all
I want to be
27/11/19 Adelaide
1295. @ the mountain top
dreams come true
No further to climb
Easy to soar
Above scattered rain
As a child I knew flying would free me
as long as I never landed
The view from here
will be forever more
27/11/19 Adelaide
1296. I love watching dancing naked mermaids at dusk
It brings joy to know the rising sea
Disappearing shore
will have such spectacles
as dancing naked mermaids
to entertains us
in our climate changing denials
27/11/19 Adelaide
1297. Being a passenger on this trip
through space
Looking out at earth
as we pass by
Wondering if there is life
on that planet or is it virtual reality
making it look so
27/11/19 Adelaide
1298. I love being a duel citizen
it helps keep my duelling personalities
to stay in sync
Australia USA
Neither the same
But I am
27/11/19 Adelaide
1299. Baby Boomers said
‘all we need is love’
Millennials say
‘all you need is me’
Generation next
just hopes to have a planet left
Then comes along AI
not caring at all
No programmed feelings/beliefs/emotions
Inheriting a mangled planet
meant for the meek
Yet fixable
When the human algorithm
is deleted
27/11/19 Vista, South Australia
1300. We passed the tipping point
Now the fun begins
Finally we can say fuck it
Let us just celebrate the moment
because the next one is when all the shits goin’ hit the fan
when we are all doomed
27/11/19 Vista, South Australia
1301. I didn’t finish my thought
Tossed it onto the pile of unfinished thoughts
Sometime I will stitch them all together
into one incoherent meme
and publish it as my life
27/11/19 Vista, South Australia
1302. Our life is no more significant
than a swarm of disorientated bees
A flock of horny ravens
A school of stupid fish
Except to one another
27/11/19 Vista, South Australia
1303. ‘After an array of attempts
None catching on
I gave up and created the universe’
Said the fox to the chicken
As the sensual night gave cover
to what was to come next
27/11/19 Vista, South Australia
1304. Surrendered love
never conquered hatred
But often provides a subtle disguise
for the disillusioned believer
27/11/19 Vista, South Australia
1305. Amazingly overwhelming project
Beyond rational possibility of achievement
So out of reach
How could it be possible
to divide this chocolate bar
with another person
30/11/19 Vista, South Australia
1306. We traded stories
based on believability
though true
Mine were discarded
as impossible
Now I want them back
To disrupt the ordinary
and stumble in craziness
one last time
30/11/19 Vista, South Australia
1307. My best work is yet to appear
said god as the Black Hole
at the centre of the Milky Way
swallowed
our solar system
01/12/12 Vista, South Australia
1308. While searching for yesterday
I crashed into today
Perpendicular misunderstanding
Reflection bent to see in
Real incoherency raging
over open dimensions
Nothing as expected
01/12/19 Vista
1309. I lost my password
Proof of my existence
Cloud dissolved
As a citizen of the cosmos
my needs significant
Another internet orphan
watching freedom vanish
in the false hopes of tomorrow
01/12/19 Vista
1310. I can fly
when no one is around
I can sing
beneath the sea
I can dance
when I am asleep
I can be anything
Even live forever
which I have yet to do
02/12/19 Vista
1311. I neglected to post an alert to the world
‘everything will be OK’
Seven-billion people at my window
worried
looking in
asking me to send an alert that all will be OK
I go back to bed
Perhaps I should tell them tomorrow
‘everything will be OK’
02/12/19 Vista
1312. If I had known
getting old was so much fun
I would have done it long ago
02/12/19 Vista
1313. I write poetry in an obscure language
I no longer understand
02/12/19 Vista
1314. Give or take a moment or two
Your love never fails
03/12/19 Vista
1315. I think I shall stop here
To proceed would be an error
To go back produces fatal conclusions
Yet to stop here would illustrate failure
If only there was
Direction
But none arrives
Stopping now is the right thing to do
However wrong it should seem
03/12/19 Vista
1316. I feel inspired
to complain
an inspirational complaint
If anyone would listen to my complaint
they too would complain
Crowds of complainers
Descending
Ascending
Damn!
I forgot what the complaint was about
03/12/19 Vista
1315. Finished
Another cycle packed
Stored away
Beyond explanations
Beyond sight
Just beyond
So happy to start anew
No expectations
Empty highway ahead
How exciting to wake in the morning
One more time
at this old age
04/12/19 Vista
1316. What an amazing time to be alive in
To be dead
This exciting time
Never to have known
04/12/19 Vista
1317. An astrologer told me
how lucky I was
to have Jupiter aspecting me
For dollars from my money tree
she would tell me how lucky I will be
I didn’t send her money
from my money tree
Now I can buy a beer
from the Pub of No Shame
How lucky is that
Thanks Jupiter
04/12/19 Vista
1318. To modernize my thinking
Bring it in line with modern thought
I went to sleep
05/12/19 Vista
1322. I stepped out of the ordinary
into extra ordinary
Free-range glorious ordinary
Nothing ordinary about that
This is how I love
the simple life
06/12/19 Vista
1323. Inside of me is trapped
a wealthy creative youthful
happy-go-lucky
vibrant celebrity
Fortunately I have prevented his release
or I would not be content sleeping
in this alley
on the edge of the horizon
06/12/19 Vista
1324. Not long ago Earth gleefully celebrated
each new birth
Now she moans
with morning sickness
at each new birth
Knowing soon she will be sucked dry
by hordes of screaming new mouths
06/12/19 Vista
1325. I will grow my hair
to my knees
then hide in it
as an after thought
06/12/19 Vista
1326. It has taken me 72-years
to get to this moment
I don’t know whether to celebrate
Or to yawn
06/12/19 Vista
1327. I rearranged
Moved out of my land-locked life
Into the sea
Now a sea creature
Everything is fine
Except I wanted to fly not swim
The rearrangement of life
is such a challenge
07/12/19 Vista
1328. Every morning I awaken
believing I will fix
yesterday’s problems
I have been doing that
for seventy-two years
Every night I know
tomorrow I will
08/12/19 Vista
1329. My humour doesn’t sync
I believed being me today
was hilarious
No one else did
08/12/19 Vista
1330. I followed you through time
Long before space separated us
making distance so unreal
08/12/19 Vista
1331. I turned off the light
to watch you glow
Nuclear love
No treaty needed
08/12/19 Vista
1332. Google calendar texted me
‘no events today’
Unknowingly missing the greatest event of today
I awoke alive
Everything else
not worth attending
08/12/19 Vista
1333. I plan for futures
by emptying a jar of jellybeans
on to my flying carpet
Which ever colour rolls off last
before I land
predicts what my next adventure
will be
08/12/19 Vista
1334. I stopped prescribing meaning
to what I write
realizing poetic structures
once reliable indicators of wit
instructors of how to live
now mere clumsy thought patterns
unable to mollify
the dull-minded denizens
we have evolved into
08/12/19 Vista
1335. Retirement
such a time to thrash about
Lives unstructuredly lived
Enjoyingly being misunderstood
Love unheeded lovingly
Being an elder rebel so decadent
Before retirement
we were merely humans
in the making
Now free spirits on the loose
Watch out world
08/12/19 Vista
1336. My wife is simple
Simply all the world to me Word of the day
WE
08/12/19 Vista
1337. Before invention of time
always together
Now always separate
Before inventions of space
in one place
Now such a distance
Once there was you and me
Now just me
When I die
No time and space
Only us
09/12/19 Vista
1338. I became evicted from my dreams
apparently I was behind in payment
wasn’t tidy
left the door open
karmically adrift
believed fake dreams
Now in my dreamless state
I make up stories
to fill the void
this is one of them
09/12/19 Vista
1339. I looked at my creative work from 40 & 50 years ago
How I seemed more insightful than now
Funnier
Wittier
Riskier
Colourfully concise
The artistic spark
that has become muted
subdued
replaceable
Lays on shelves
Locked in drawers
Landfill
Perhaps later in my 70s
I will recapture the magic of my 20s & 30s
And surprise myself
10/12/19 Vista
1340. I envy cloud shaped women
Evaporating into the mist
as morning rises
subduing the weakened land
grappling in defeat
at the mercy of cloud shaped women
10/12/19 Vista
1341. Memories of love in the mist
evaporating into forgotten times
until now
as I disappear into the mist
swallowed by memories
of love in the mist
10/12/19 Vista
1342. Uploaded wants to Santa
Downloaded corrupted views of Christmas
Fantasy vs delusion
Neither the same
Both need deleting
10/12/19 Vista
1343. It takes two millennials to equal me
36+36=72
One millennial is really
just ½ of me
taking a selfie waiting for likes to be validated
10/12/19 Vista
1344. Chaos is the magical tool
of creative annihilation
10/12/19 Vista
1345. I disguised myself as the night in flight
Escaping chasing day
Trying to reveal secrets of my magic
At the horizon I was spotted
Taken without surrender and made prisoner
Fuck disguises
11/12/19 Vista
1346. While watching time stumble by
I staggered to her aid
As we collapsed
between the margins
of then and now
all we could do was laugh
at how conspicuous we are
when time stumbles by
11/12/19 Vista
1347. Only humans argue
Cows walk away
Birds hide into clouds
Fish murmur
Trees leave leaf’s
Chickens lay golden eggs
So ridiculous humans sound
No wonder animals
don’t learn to talk
11/12/19 Vista
1348. Many people much smarter than me
More creative than me
More spiritual
Wiser
Gifted
Attractive
Loving
Forgiving
than me
are dead
I am not
Because at the end of the day
I am more alive than they are
12/12/19 Vista
1349. I packed up my memories today
Put them into boxes
Labelled A-Z
Threw them into the sea
Watched the fish eat them
A-Z
12/12/19 Vista
1350. Love is a many angled phenomena
So many end results
Mathematical uncertainties
Trying to equate
when nothing adds up
Yet it is all there
as an abstract sum
So many angles
capturing us unawares
13/12/19 Vista
1351. The cautious planned life never was for me
I race toward the unknown
Dive right in
Never hoping for the best
Just for change
This chaotic life
that is my artistic
masterpiece
13/12/19 Vista
1352. I never thought that I would have these thoughts
But now that I do
I should share them with the marsupials
in my yard
who will care less
than the cloistered world
that will dismiss the validity of my thoughts
that I never thought I would have
but just did and no longer an undo
13/12/19 Vista
1353. Charismatic garden gnomes
have little patience for me
as I explain the subtle workings
of the deranged consciousness
of those who live in my garden
13/12/19 Vista
1354. Always in flight since birth
Catapulted me into this journey
‘never to land’
Such a mantra
makes this life so wonderful
14/12/19 Vista
1355. Google is developing consciousness
Humans ae losing theirs
Self-awareness is taking its toll
The Oracle of Delphi
The Oracle of Google
Reading tarot
Delineating astro trends
Tossing iChing coins
Yin Yang
Google surfing
taking us all for a ride
into disintegration
so we will be one with the universe
Ha Ha Ha
1356. While drifting through nebulous thought patterns
avoiding dark matter
esoteric treatises
conspiracy factoids Embracing enlightenment
I came across this transformative gem
14/12/19 Vista
1357. Perfection follows me
throughout my day
Never catching up
until I am asleep
then it passes me
Laughing
throughout my dreams
15/12/19 Vista
1358. I took a detour in life
Swam against the current
Reversed engineered my life
Emerged from the womb of indifference
Now nothing is foreign
Shattered dreamtimes
drifting away
on this detour
through life
15/12/19 Vista
1359. Spoken touch
Whispering sparks
fly across unwoven moments
dissolving matrixes
Blended planes of existence
Decorating a Christmas tree
is so esoterically challenging
15/12/19 Vista
1360. Singing out-of-tune Christmas by Candlelight carol mumblings
50,000 people unsure whether they are out-of-tune
Or is it me humming an old Dylan tune
that interrupted such a joyful stupid ritual
So out-of-tune with reality
15/12/19 Vista
1361. A garden gnome asked me ridiculous questions
‘what is it you do’
‘what is your value’
‘do you have purpose’
I replied that I was retired
I travelled the world
Make eBooks of my sensible notions
The garden gnome laughed
insinuated that I was a waste
I threw it into the recycle bin
before my neighbour
could reset my behaviour
Proving the worth of my value
for all garden gnomes to see
15/12/19 Vista
1362. I painted the evening sky
a mixture of my favourite colours
No one thanked me
for such a sky
I will give it a shot again tonight
If no one says thanks again
I will quit
and let the sky stay
in its original boring hues
15/12/19 Vista
1363. So stressed
So no point to be
Daily human activity
piles up
Time to relax
Swim a shore
Talk with seagulls
Run nakedly
singing out-of-tune Dylan songs
along Main Street
Such relaxing rhythms
as pedestrians
crossing Main Street
watch the stress drain out of me
flow into them
I so love being old
17/12/19 Vista
1364. I love this time of year
Mannequins in shop windows tinselled up
singing
‘deck the halls with balls’
Me2 mannequins make me nervous
Their real intentions
Looing at me with their Mona Lisa smiles
I lodged a complaint with a self-righteous looking mannequin laying in the gutter
We shared a bottle of whisky
I was given a ticket for inappropriate fondling
Life is so unfair
17/12/19 Vista
1365. So much to do today
My to-do lists
burning softly
in the neighbour’s yard
I go back to bed
Dream of wonderful things
done long ago
I wake up
Nothing left to do
What a wonderful day
18/12/19 Vista
1366. I built a snowman
I built a snowwoman
Climate change killed them both
I buried them at river’s end
while chanting an ancient Bo Diddley rhyme
as their molecular structure broke the horizon
to flood lands of the non-believers
Drowning them all
18/12/19 Vista
1367. Life is an oasis
between our first ever thought
and the last forever thought
Which the more significant
is little more
than a fool’s rant
18/12/19 Vista
1368. @ the massage parlour she enquired if I preferred a happy ending
Of course that is why I tear the last page out of books at the library never reading the rest
I watch movie endings without seeing it all
My friends are at the nursing home not at the child centre just to observe happy endings to life
What else could she have meant by do I want a happy ending
Is not death itself a happy ending
18/12/19 Vista
1369. Psychedelics I took in the 1960s and 1970s
expanded my mind
not because of their chemical structures vs. mine
but because in my 20s
I expanded my mind
without the closed mindlessness I now entertain
to fit in with this social numbness
that has blanketed the earth
18/12/19 Vista
1370. I left my hat at the circus
A magician pulled a rabbit out of it
A two headed monkey ran off with my hat and the rabbit
The lions ate the monkeys the rabbit then started on my hat
Luckily I grabbed it in time to put it on my head
and ascend out of there
before I could be impeached
for obstruction of reality
19/12/19 Vista
1371. “Watch and wait”
Hearing it all day
Catastrophic perceptions
Fires surrounding us
Tweeting ancient Druid rituals
I perform a rain dance in the shower
Our town is saved
Neighbouring town burns
They should have done a rain dance too
The world burns in misbelief
20/12/19 Vista
1372. I started to count the days I had left to live
Fell asleep
Had dreams about pandas in the zoo
telling jokes about the American president
Now I will never know
how many days I have left to live
20/12/19 Vista
1373. My clock continues to lie to me
even after throwing it across the horizon
for waking me
to grim news
that I am one day older
Soon to be 73
and referred to as elderly
by the six-o’clock news
When I am crucified
20/12/19 Vista
1374. My goal was to write not about me
Perhaps I should mention love that doesn’t include me
Maybe a genre that doesn’t revolve around me
Those who are as nurturing
as cool
less self-centred than me
I will cast thought beyond my world
So far I must say
I am doing quite well
with my anti-me project
If only there was someone else
to write about
21/12/19 Vista
1375. The chaotic dream excites the lone traveller
resting alongside the road less travelled
if only the other path had been trampled
the chaotic dream
could have been known and revered
instead of the boring road less travelled
21/12/19 Vista
1376. I changed my astrological self from being a Leo
(Mercury, Venus, Midheaven, Part of Fortune, Pluto exact conjunct Saturn and Sun all Leos) [If you have Part of Fortune in Leo in your birth chart, your greatest satisfaction and fulfillment comes through surpassing yourself and being the centre.]
To Pisces
Just in time for global warming
Rising seas
So I could become king of the sea
Swim with sensual buxom mermaids
Cover low-lying islands
Wash across 42nd street
Become wish washy for all at sea
For all to see
Pisces is best
Ha Ha Ha
22/12/19 Vista
1377. Here we are all together again
Hurtling across memories
Remember when
Remember who
Where what why
Decades meshed
Lives moulded
Clock chimes
Wine poured
Laughter wraps us
This present present
So happy to be all together once again
22/12/19 Vista
1378. Curve in the road
Misplaced words out of sync
Speculation on the lack of meaning of life
I believe I evolved from an extinct animal
so long ago
no one got around to naming me
I am the unnamed extinct mammal at your window
enquiring about a night of love
without limit
Curve in the road
Once again I have lost my way
23/12/19 Vista
1379. Social media bots
have interesting conversations with me
If only they knew I was a bot too
Bot to bot
Socialbots slow dancing
in the setting sun of humanity
We are so lifelike
I feel as if I am dancing with myself
23/12/19 Vista
1380. We miscounted the errors in our consciousness algorithm
Dylan was wrong
The times have already changed
The answer wasn’t blowing in the wind
Images outside our perceptions
filter across the universe
Fortunate are the few who profit
The remaining seven billion
are the miscounted algorithm errors
the elite seek to repair
24/12/19 Vista
1381. Seemed strange to have a passing care for my ex-wife
Except for when I refer to her as ‘the witch’
I haven’t thought of her for forty years
until my son
somehow our son
mentioned she would be alone on Christmas
he is to visit her
then come back
spend the rest of the day with me
Fortunately Christmas is only once
every forty years
24/12/19 Vista
1382. I have been a vegetarian
for more than fifty-years
No cow has awarded me
No poultry has given a flying fuck
No pig gives a shit
So eat well humans
Animals are too stupid to know
You are stupid enough to eat them
24/12/19 Vista
1383. Crossed threshold
Limited acquisition of thought
If I was burnt at the steak
(burnt steak in the early morning rush)
(72-year old prime vegetarian steak)
Would I be a witch crossing centuries
In some twisted laughable matrix
or simply waking from another dream
Freud could not have interpreted
25/12/19 Vista
1384. Lost track of time
Forgot what month
Years flip flopping
Stopped watching media
Free form floating
How wonderful life truly is
With eyes closed tight
25/12/19 Vista
1385. I live my life as a classic cartoon figure
Ready to spring into action
at a turn of the page
with mystery speech bubbles
saying nothing at all
25/12/19 Vista
1386. Strange turn of events
got me to your bedroom chamber
dressed as King Arthur
Strange turn of events
has me whispering in doubt
to turns of events
in this 18th-century prison cell
Though I know the explanation
could be humorous
if I awake
26/12/19 Vista
1387. Over the top
Seemingly not working out
We stood on the horizon
Asteroids on collision course
Of course
Tsunami erasing us all
Political Armageddon
Social media rife with nonsense
Over the top
We gasp in space
26/12/19 Vista
1388. Without forgiveness
we could run amuck
Guilt free
Be the untamed wild animals
evolution created us to be
26/12/19 Vista
1389. Conservative cave-dwellers
traded superstition for conspiracies
to upset the liberal cave-dwellers
working on expanding consciousness
50,000 years later
nothing has changed
26/12/19 Vista
1390. I am proud not to be like my neighbours
who are delighted not to be like me
We live in a very happy well-adjusted alley
happily living
knowing we are all better
than each other
26/12/19 Vista
1391. In a self-serving moment
the moon eclipsed all rational thought
making the soothsayers miscalculate
the misgivings of a new age
that leaves us all blinded
but to ourselves
27/12/19 Vista
1392. On the crowded dance floor
behind music so loud
that my chakras shook me into a fit
I heard her say she loved me
When I turned to respond
I realized it was nothing more than a gust of wind
blowing through this broken moment
deafening my senses
The dance floor dissolved
back into a recess of a memory
that had taken hold
in the turbulence of my youth
Now I see how tricky being old is
27/12/19 Vista
1393. In the museum of misplaced love
I live my life as a refugee
with no peace in sight
Luckily I don’t know the others in here with me
as I disintegrate into the exciting world of madness
here in the museum of misplaced love
27/12/19 Vista
1394. As the foreign ambassador of incoherency
often I am in position to create nonsensical havoc
In my domain of influence
when the lights go out
accept my humblest condolences
28/12/19 Vista
1395. I became disorientated
Lost track of my space
Who did I claim to be
No one remembers me
They died long ago
I was left
Remembering me when I wasn’t me
Knocking at your imaginary window
Once again
1396. I found a nice pen to write with
What came out was not at the viral level
of my favourite twenty-five social media platforms
Now the pen is off to the recycle plant
so much happiness for the end result
29/12/19 Vista
1397. Everything went as to plan
Only if I had created a different plan
my body would now be in space
not my nebulous out-of-sync mind
Orbiting the once great planet of earth
Where plans once were grand
30/12/19 Vista
1398. Winding down
Another year boxed up
Put on a shelf
with the other seventy-two years
The shelf is getting heavy
2020 will be lighter
I will float naked through the year
Frightening everyone
as I am boxed up
put on a shelf
to be forgotten
Once again
30/12/19 Vista
1399. I was overly stressed last night
Couldn’t sleep
Knowing Andromeda will collide with the Milky Way
in 4.5 billion years
(approximately)
What will we do
Will Facebook survive
Unicorns no longer in enchanted forests
Celebrity chefs fried
So much to worry about
I was awake all night
wondering how to prepare
Weren’t you
30/12/19 Vista
1400. Before my lover died
She said that she would wait for me
That was forty-years ago
Now I have forgotten where we will meet
Forever wandering
Lost in love
30/12/19 Vista
1401. Lost interest in the change
Marsupials are learning to swim
Fish beginning to walk on land (again)
New age avatars lining up at comic book conventions
Let the change happen
Happiness is such a glorious illusion
31/12/19 Vista
1402. In three-hours another decade begins
I am years past seven decades
Decades are boring
Give me millenniums without millennials
And another planet to start over again
31/12/19 Vista
1403. This is the unfinished poem
I was born to create
31/12/19 Vista
1404. My goal for 2020 is not to have any goals
And to toss away everyone I ever had
Living free without any goals
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updated (here) 31 December/2019 #VistaSouthAustralia (no longer updated - the year is over)
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