new friends

old friends are the best
not so much because they are the right people
the most compatible
best interests
lots in common
but really because
you don't have to
troll through droll
wheres and whats
towns and concerts
cliches have long been dropped
in leu of
loving eachother
hating eachother
whatever.
as long as it isn't
"interesting."

porn overload

if everyone in the world
were under the lamps
cramming dead fish
up each others assholes
whilst whipping with chains
and drinking bowls of cum...

then

making love
quietly
quickly
lying down in the dark
would become
deviant
and
as delightful as it already is.

special people

the luckiest bitches in the world
dabble in society
and have problems
that cost more
than the solutions
issues
imagined
catastrophys
created
manufactured lives
tumbling through the sphincter of time.

rex.

the weight of one word
in a world of chatter
advertisements
banter
cities of people using words to keep away from each other
instead of drawing the line.

the weight of one word has drowned,
sunk,
still pounds
but next to the tonnes
couldn't quite stack up.

save for when you take the weight,
propel it forward,
give it speed,
place it well
make it a bullet
a bomb
a breeze
a shell
a firework
a tickle
a smell,
even some damage is okay at first.
just to get the word in.

it doesn't take many, if you do it well.
keep it short.
work it out.

slay the lumbering beast with these words.
spread the carcass out on the carpet in the living room,
slumber in the juicy organs
like beanbags,
drink the bile,
let it rot.
burn the house
and collect after

the teeth.

all that is left
incisors
well placed
with momentum
working tools
drove these words
into the air to begin with.

rest and ready to kill again.

pals

there are the friends that loners gather
the ones that don't disappear after a few weeks/months of silence.
they don't miss christmas gifts that were forgotten
celebrations left behind.
they stand the test of years
eras
raising the towers
and crumbling the cities.
also there are the random
ones you never see again.
passers on trains,
waitresses at the bar,
wild korean chefs,
lonely drunk poppies wandering midnight beaches,
the passing smile,
a joke on the bench,
the drifting through doesn't shrink
or make them less
understood
is the nature of the deal,
beautiful
knowing
it passes so quick
you better get ahold
it passes so quick
you'd better let go.
both sides of the coin kill the heart
drowning
or
starving.

the ones that last
are the ones
that are willing
to watch you
do
either
or
both.

wanted.

small fish
lazy fish
apathetic fish
seeks the ease of a wonderful lie
in a pond of any size.

horse poo - $2

how have i been doing this for so long?
the neurosis that had been endearing as a child
tolerable as a young man
are now
just
perversion

this is the nature of decay.
living becomes rot.

but then rot becomes rich,
even shit
can be sold,
if you go far enough
or wait long enough
or find
just the right person,
just the right freak
crazy
lover.

dream come true....

back in port
rested
fed of coffee
fastfood
beer
having drifted so long
between these islands
the wind at sea has stripped my bones
i am dust
a ghost in this little sea town
drifting from eve to eve
rain spattering
tattering
threatening to shatter these last toothpicks
drag them into the sewers
for the rats to clean thier maw.