The Universe

The universe is mine alone
The great expanses of stars
That cause my eyes to grow teary and my chest to swell

The empire is mine
The expanse of cities and the faces smiling hopeful laughing
The children run at my feet
Parks are crowded with my subjects
All the people that shall never enter me

My gates are tall and invisible
They reach from within me and extend out to the stars
I can touch the sun with my hand
The universe is mine

I can swim through time
Through black holes
I have seen quasars I have seen beginning and have some notion of the end
Men built with stones my hands sow clouds, earth, steel and knowledge
The world is mine
The countries are known to me
The peoples are cold to me

I can make things that never were
I can think and it is so
All is below me
All are around me
They will never welcome me
They cannot see

My universe is a cold void
It is mine and mine alone
In my universe each day is a struggle
The atoms of stars burst and explode
Plumes of light cascade so beautiful
And so wrought by cries
Cries of not yet, not now
They are never ready to dissolve their time cannot be up
In my universe destiny is to revert to the dark that so consumes

My universe is vast and empty
Perhaps something lies in all the darkness
But I cannot see it
It is mine yet I cannot see

Alone

Night breathes alone
Cold scars of sky peer alone
The world is shot through a grey filter alone
The stars burn cold alone
Breakers smash ice shores alone
The Moon shivers alone
Grass shimmers like barbed wire alone
The wind tickles but does not whistle alone
Leaves dance in pale blue night alone

The sea wails into me and inside me
Wails indiscernibly loud and insect
Its great expanse weeping alone

Squish

The sound two storeys up
Past the mewling cats
That sounded as though they were
Orgasming pain

The blunt object upon which
A history had been written
Yet none had anticipated its
Final trajectory through bone
Into brain

The taste of death mingled
With the smells of excrement
The smells of absolute terror
As a victim soils itself

The cats continue
Up and down and then up down down
Squish squish squish

Sunbaked Pathers

What better time to write than in the glow of sun on the coast! I'm not sure what worth there is in this other than he experiment of tracing a thought which on reflection I find interesting. Yes I saw an ant walking on some bricks and here is the rest of that thought.

Sunbaked Pathers

This glorious pavement
Forget me not says the ant
Upon it reciting words that
Were spoken when there was grass only here and dunes that stretched fifty yards or so in successions of mounds four own to the shore
His legs touch the earth
And communicate with it
The lines of pavement cry for their
Mother a giant slab dug from limestone in a quarry where shards
Of sand compressed to birth it
And before that structures organic and non crumbled and decomposed to weave the colors of the sand

This is my home wedged and perfectly tessellated between my brothers hard and stubborn as the filler that binds us
All these things are here present
History playing out the shape of The land only crudely buried beneath
The make of man

The loneliest Beach

The black night is silent
The smoke of the burning trails acrid in the air
Dogs and sure they're cute
Sure they look as all dogs do
But there's an otherness here

The white white sand
So whitened in pictures is as black as volcanoes
And the shore laps our feet in mud

The rich colours of smiles
White tiger teeth glowing through
Grit and poverty
Walls of broken rocks speak
Of attempts at something unwanted

The earth and air speaks of a reluctance
Waiters purse there large brown lips
Girls cast their eyes out out across the sea
Somewhere that is the loneliest and untouched of islands
Somewhere in there families memory

There are few street here
There is little
So little sound and yet
Sitting on the patios below the banana leaf roof
Feels like rebellion
feels like some ancient war might begin
So silent the start of a battle
The edge of the knife
But the waters continues to lap gently
And all remains hidden and cheated
In the moist air of the night

The absence of me

The absence of me
Is an assault on my way of living
The presence of the foreign
Is so common and yet frightening
With each passing breath
I am nearer to isolation
Will I too be lost in the gray wilderness?

Difference is an unavoidable fact
so much as we are all composed
Of meat and water
So too is each of us posessed
Of such radically divergent
Ideology

To be lost is to exist
One man longs for his tracks to intersect
Seeks to have his feet rooted and grounded
One man seeks to tear it all asunder
To wander aimlessly among stars and unknown celestial bodies

I Behold the mystery before me
The stars to me are comprehensible
But what of she that sits across from me
That is a landscape i can never pierce
The only hope is that perhaps in some fundamental way we are the same

What would the world look like if we were defined by the shapes and ideas of our minds
The truth is we are as close as separate dimensions
Each of us occupies our own universe
Each has their own meaning

The absence of me
Is the only thing I'm not ready for

Grand Piano

The sound of my life is a grand piano
Meandering meaninglessly over streets paths rivers and lakes
The drum beat is subdued
And fades into gentle beats

The lights from my stage are soft
They do not aggressively demand
Entry into your eyesight

My band plays a simple forgotten
Summer rhythm, provokes laughter
And subdued conversation
And it is drowned by the consequence of people milling about

My stage is in the back

My grand piano plays a sharp note
Those in the audience turn
One sheds a tear until the plodding delicate rhythm resumes
No more shall my grand piano offend
Any ears