the sun sets

in your eyes' ravine

of laden stone

where love used

to river through

the lusty green

and painting brown

now tepidly

resting to suit

the gustier mood

caught in

time's tide

of jaded memories

drowning in

the streams

of our perennial

dreams

There are no gentle movements
into a calm goodnight

there is a rage
of intemperance
in the stupidity
of attempting to mark,
as to be in memory

there is no remembrance

as one I arrived bare
maggots my butlers,
devouring each and every
shedding,
eventually
being their main
course

a life in circles moves

a thousand years
shall pass in the spinifex,
the dust shall blow
across the page
of my existence

scratching out all
I ever was

when I walk at night

people stare and glare catches my eyes,
it's no surprise
they put me wise
where in the middle of the night
I walk alone
then allege rape
they attempt

place yourself in their hungry position
awaiting a bait all day and night
they love to fish in day
as well as night
but tis easier to catch fish
whenever one does wish…

the walk at night alone
scares me no more
the night is no more virgin
than the one who wants to give in,

Tasseled red lacquered chandeliers
Delicate muraled rice wallpaper
With quotes from Li Po
soft oriental carpets
Black minimalist chairs and tables
Subtly discordant Zhong-Hu melody
Steaming Lo Mein

Overstuffed nose ringed
Bleached blonde waitress
Stainless steel utensils

swollen days
brusque with a tear
the dampness
stilled

the ice hungry
for the lick of wind
the tip of midnights
surmise rushing

cold fronts
and slush
pressed fonts
ticket reciept
mandalas
swirling in the
slow swallow
by the grate
gaurdians

dream mistresses
in vague dresses
and delusional
tresses

the stars are sleeping
where is this
notion
pacing

raindrops startle
fingersmeared
cigarette case

I will hold on to my peace
When everything is falling apart
All my happiness has ceased
And I am hurting in my heart

I will keep my peace strong
At times when alone I am facing trials
When everyone has turned and gone
My peace will be my survival

I will let my peace guide me
In the chaos of a decaying society
Stripped of being truly free
Dictated to by economics bounty

while some
are ambitious
with dreams
to achieve,
I have mine pillowed
though I often could
hear them murmuring

"believe"

grumblers two
can't still believe
it's a metre long...
you work in depth
in knots
all know
but metre perhaps
is a bit too long ...
no!

reduce your weight...
I did too
ran a mile
then collapsed
as just as well
with the laden weight
of bag of vegetables

so why reduce weight
I say
make do
your better half will still love you
slow be it never mind
life's always been a fast grind...
never mind

Death, its grey winged whispered flight,
hovers a shroud of eerie light above the soul,
its presence shades all thoughts of days with light,
when clear skies, filled with sailing clouds of white 
made all seem
all right, 
all safe, 
all pleasing to the sight,

Now
dank, dead roses rot inside the heart, 
those flowers of red
that once took part in the arts of life, 
loves gentleness imparted; 
sensed the scent, 
the velvet softness touched by cheek and lip,
now bleeds.