glancing at the android i sighed: been feeding the dragon lately. purple hue & 9 feet tall she voraciously whispers – feed me, feed me.

she cant function without my input though: like a car without a driver, a plane without the flyer, a knife minus the slayer. in my mind i’m conjuring what to feed her next.


oh man

write something nice
the old man encouraged

but that steely thing –
just imagine
feeling empowered

when you hear
a robber whisper
outside on the lawn

at midnight –
you’re angered
at a twisted world

that steely thing –
the cracking
it projectiles

built countries
never mind google –
guns don’t kill people

people kill people
but too many people
shot dead by guns.

field notes

this i find mixed
but what is this?

gravitational stars collapse
sucking in all light and sound

composing in his lab at night
pen and paper set out in flight

an esoteric mission ciphering
syllables into small words

checking all symbols
souls sleep while they creep

rats scurry to avoid the rush
and scanning eyes

the imitators can steal the idea
but not the philosophy behind it

no omens – work honestly
and they pay speckled dust

nemesis less genesis withers
into minus distributing due course

strengthen us until we depart
reverse the fear, i DEA

take heed / do read / reverse
the scheme and swim in the sea

for i see you in me everyday
dysfunctional operations

digging coal to fuel the fire
the screen reflects a fusion

functioning atoms and particles
too small to perceive

slid into the world from mother
and with screams her pain

turns to exhilaration:
by the way on your travels

look for the black cat prowling
it turns into a swooping crow

visible when the lane is unperturbed
migrating over the sky.

tears ran out

of Eastern Ghouta i had never heard
but my ears pricked up as he recorded
one thousand dead in 18 days.

i focused on a woman draped in black
torn looking,  besieged eyes
spoke words that blew in the wind.

“upside down world, you dare not go out,
you retreat into a corner of the house
find yourself inside your own head –

then you lose yourself.”


pacing past the bp station
price of oil scarce
in the news

a taxi speeds past
i guzzle a heap of diesel

i cough & cough again
(then jerked him
with the middle finger)

he slides alongside
the voracious pump
his taxi swallows fuel

i scratch my head
& shrug my shoulders
for glancing right

there’s a gleaming
nissan showroom
(“motors selling fast”)

vans & cars
paraded on the forecourt
vans & cars

i peer ahead & there’s
a long queue brooding

at the makeshift lights
i look up & sigh
stars are sparse though

a flashing airplane
glides through purple sky
i cough & cough again