Saturday, January 6, 2018


Alone, in the Dark
                           Christmas 2017,
                                         Malmö, Sweden


The sun hides behind the rain
and the smile, the clock,
as life's tragic decay laughs in the face
holding back its shape.

Speech has become pointless
and speaking, painful—
as nothing and no one is able to keep pace
with our own wonderful chaos.

Aggressively we splash through Reflection
and our Clothes become soiled:
oh the horror of all horrors!:
we can no longer look up! nor out!

Inside we Are,—but wait!—
ah! –there is no waiting—
the clocks tick on
and we must Obey.

Alone, we scheme up a plan
to overthrow,—
in the Dark, we see
the horrific Joke, which is,
...the Human Condition:—

Tick tock tick tock:
and who the hell knew?—
hear the ringing of the bells,
—always on time

Tick tock tick tock:
and who the hell are you?—
count your steps as you walk
for the Park prefers
tiredness, fit for walking.

Alone, a Country crumbles—
the Holiday disrupts—
satellites crash into each other
and there is no way to record.

In the Dark, our ghost sits beside us
and we've turned the world off 
to hold its Hand—
we feed it our last supper
and Intoxicate this last chance.

Inside, it's warm by the fire,
our glass is full & there is much laughter—
but oh!—through the same glass stares
the bane of our existence.

So keep it full! oh keep it full!
with the darkest, strongest wine
for we know not when,
no we know not when
the prison clocks shall break their time.

And notice now!—the skip to your step!
your singing voice unfettered!—
your beating heart has stolen wings
and you, without hesitation, have chosen flight!—

From the air we dream, from above we see!
below, the war carries on unbothered
by our perspective and unwavering,—
it was there all along….
it was there all along.

There shan't be any bashing through the present
to get to the future—no!—
for We are Here, and Here we Are!—
and our own Weight was Nature's first Mistake!—