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Diesel Buffalo

September 7, 2008

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It feels like years ago

The adjustment

Fighting the weeds

 

“If you have any queries regarding your service, do not hesitate to enquire from your unit or these headquarters. We wish you luck with your preparations.”

 

The taste of waste

Eternity spent cleaning.

 

The full over ripes

Wipes its piles with blood

And turns to the machine for sympathy –

 

Like the child in her belly

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Beached jelly

Carried in a drying wind

Still so fresh and eager

Posing its reality

For all to

Suck till it is dry.

Wry adolescence

Or clear blue.

 

Feigning footprints in the sand

As man who built on this same land

And forgot to stay –

 

Some passing omen

Led away to live in the memory

Before it knows it cannot germinate.

 

Colourless seed until the breed

Can effect its own destiny.

 

The cameras don’t stop.

The pulse is photogenic.

Empowering the horizon

To be overcome by growing things

Of such construction that they consume it

And not each other in the dance –

 

She waits to be led.

 

 

 

Fed by her version

Volcanic incursion

Secreting

Those promises exchanged.

 

All holding –

 

 

                          

 

 

Eve of insanity

And sleep is easier then awake.

 

Worn out thread

Come to bed.

 

Skid and mar

Float where nothing flies.

 

The lies

The drugs

Get more wicked –

 

Victory less subtle then defeat

 

 

“Bring sufficient dry rations for a period of 24 hours, including fresh water in your water bottle. Do not bring any private vehicles whatsoever. If time is available, notify your employer/family of your whereabouts.”

 

 

Rest

Where hunters dare to rite

Martyr in the family.

Contrite

Waiting in the vase –

 

 

 

Reversing the ceremony

To refine the graft

Skin the warmth.

 

Thief of every thrive

 

Such emotion

Death defying cause

For all its kind

Blind.

 

Under supervision

 

Running loose

And stay again.

 

Gross as size is comparable to justice

Appetite reminds the struggle

Of pleasure

Measure for its arrest

Nothing is sacred.

 

Treasured to leak

That which surrounds

Abounds its being

Stone cold

 

Sobered up to shepherd

And hear the mighty one  

Complain victory

With a fart –

 

 

 

Desert jungle

Sand

Grey white sky

Alive with it

 

Young green

Black bark

Red meat

Who’s treat ?

 

Slowly etched ground

Bitten by the acid

Drenched

Chorus line before the quiet

Scattered hounds of time

Pass the word

All is well

Everything is natural.

Metal grey cold mother

Children whisper from the distance

Blurt across the stream

Scream into obscenity.

 

Rusty bell

Tinkle tell

Tell her…..

 

 

Regularity of the species

Ranked puissance

Worked

The insects watch

Jerked

They move away.

 

Relics of forgotten movement

Shells of muscle

Membrane

Breathing in the rain – 

 

Puddled in brute creation

Denizens

 

Dug

And re-dug

Snug in the jungle

 

 

                             

 

Or is it desert

Teeming with life

Or molten rock

Crusted with desert….

 

Quiet the enemy might hear.

Dreaming

Preening

Showering

Until the colonial time of day

Drives the sun

Through the clouds

Almost –

 

Shout.

Subjective doubt

Drilling

 Paying for the privilege

Of filling canned light

With disposable effort –

 

Work so hard

Until it is soft

Like the night

 

Cuddled in a wet dream

 

Spasmodic

Counterfeit.

 

 

Bush upon the beach

Easy reach

Filling the grasp

Tidying the rasp

Forcing the growth

To breed the action

Of the group –

 

                             

 

Loss of pity

Tracing its way

Racing the grey

Bouncing the black

Stalling the crack –

 

 

Apathy of conceit

Bold retreat

Into its own sex

Lost in reflex

Crawling all around

The flight

Established species

Bite and cling

With the monotony

 

And intrigue

Of the centrifuge –

 

Faked

Or from its richest trove

The chords around slow dogma decay

 

 

                                        

 

Line for line’s sake

Travel

And wake up dead

Or so disfigured with age

Weapons deny

The love

Of falling

To help the hurt –

 

Drooling

To reach the lip

Cock the tip.

 

Still

Stillness

What we could be doing

Fullness of each other

Emptiness outside

Inside out –

 

Sundown silence

The victim tries

Proud with patience –

 

Surrounding

The effort of the circuit

That directs its display

For the comfort of irony

Until the waste  

Is completely clean

 

 

                                                    

 

 

“Attendance is compulsory and failure to attend will render you liable to penalty provided for in the Defence Act.”

 

The screen vacates its premise.

 

The threat of meat

 

 

Things to breakfast

Shoal and shoal

Dipping

Weaving

Silently

 

Stumbling

 

Keeping that pulse

Given to the text

Fable flexed

Grinning by itself

To where it sinks

 

Gloats of what it had

And drinks what’s to come.

 

Fused means

Sound as anything.

The team slaves the worker

Harnessed to its pleasure

Dragging all his weight

In and out the gate –

 

God bless the rattled chains

Veins of hope rage thick

The healing sick complain

They cannot find the drain.

 

Cesspit

Has come alive –

 

 

Delete motivation

Dirtied to decide

There is no room

To chide

 

Whose hide

Is farthest

From their heart

Which part succeeds their art?

 

                                                      

 

Thesis of atrocity

Cruel generosity

 

Like the embarrassment

Of his death –

 

 

Reason in its season

Buzzing round

The nipples of excitement

Tapped to contain:

 

 

This is the way

The world will end

Not with a scream

But a score

 

This is the way

The world will whore

Not with a kiss

But a door

 

This is the way

The enemy dies

And leaves us alone

 

(The way love will end

Exchanging trust for taste)

 

 

Sake

And sake

And substitute

 

Fascinating remake

To support the public

In its identity crawling

Over each other

For top of the heap –

 

Reap

The petting

Of the ugly

Dismember.

 

 

                                                            

 

Gone

To where the furthest lies

Bring home the prize

To share

Or eat it there.

 

 

Presence of adventure

Bare reality narrates

The present is the script

The rest just force the fates.

 

Of chance

And answer

Dance her

Round and round.

Giddy.

 

All the shapes

The earth can take

All those shapes

Can take from it –

 

 

 

 

 

Sunshine

Kitty

Sunshine

 

No clouds

No cunt

Just sunshine

 

Surreal sky

Make me cry

With colours

To profound to try

Too heavy to remember –

 

Healthy orange

Sterile blue

Thick and thin

As you –

 

Drifting as before

High

Above the war

 

Growing floor

Ageing door

Spotless gore –

 

 

Tragedy

Overcome by offence.

Gentle

As the kindest sense

Studying

The expertise

Ease

Which fortune finds

To tease the creature

 

Y

 

“Now therefore O Lord our God, impose thine awe upon all thy works and thy dread over all that thou hast created, that all thy works may fear thee and all creatures prostrate themselves before thee, that they may all form one band to do thy will with a perfect heart, even as we know, O Lord our God, that dominion is thine, strength is in thy hand, and might in thy right hand, and that thy name is aweful over all that thou hast created.”

 

Time to sort

And muddle the confusion.

 

 

 

                                                         

 

 

 

Profusion of past desires

Forgotten

In argument of justice

Impregnated by its totem

Far above

The hanging scrotum

 

The pain of parting

 

Marriage of mistakes

Marooned

So far from comfort –

 

 

Coin the man

Con his wife.

Teach his children

About life

And all its satisfaction –

 

 

 

Compensation

For the dreams

Nothing ever seems

Too logical

To mistake

 

Slake

Let it pour  

To the front

Grunt.

 

 

 

 

Singled out for food

The animal numbs

In a dizzy world –

 

The greed of mystery  

Is staunch

 

 

                          

 

 

 

Conditioned stray

Press-ganged

To form the play

Theme and plug –

 

Forgotten aptitude

Spent cleaning

The camouflage

Lowering the profile

Drinking the sand

 

Blackened hand

Smearing the face –

 

Sanguine settler

Nursed

Versed in all the flattery

Battery

With intent

To satisfy the oath

Or quietly

From the wings

To sit and pull feathers.

 

Obligated proof

Philosophical spoof

Illusions hoof

Grinding the mince

Of reality

 

Item

Of mortality

Meant –

 

Remember them

For they still do

What you used to.

 

 

                                

 

 

No more

Maxim

Upon the door

Finger

Upon the floor –

 

The ride

The ride

The winning tide –

 

 

Quenched

To work again

Clean the same

Living drain

 

Frame

 

Retain

 

Psychotic flower

Amongst the green

Coloured clouds

Pastel shrouds

The swill –

 

 

The cards

Should not be marked

 

Parked badly

Perhaps –

 

 

Daunting engine

And never ending

Troop of mechanics

To claim the right

Of fucking the freak –

 

 

Comedy

The caption rhymes

Participating

In all the crimes

Dramatic as its irony

 

Watching tools work

 

Conjure

Which trick next?

 

Pray

For chance

Still exceeds science.

 

 

                           

 

 

The sect stands fast

Mast to money the wind

Binned proudly

The pace quickens

Thickens

Lacquering minds ornate

And so organic –

 

Worry the wanting

Recall the grunting

Fever of the pitch

Mechanics of the switch

Ditched for this –

 

 

 

    

 

 

Lightning

The trees conduct

Symphonies of matter

Sucked through the storm

 

Warm and strong

 

Echoing to silence

Mirrored violence

Dominating

Disintegrating

Into heat

And elephant meat –

 

Rancid exploit

Working the run

The discarded fun

Buried with adventure

 

Tormented

By insufficient stage –

 

One red sea

In a flower of green

Who is queen?

 

Pieces

Disjoint

Half built relics

Weird ungainly deformation

 

Perverse

Long suffering senses

Learning the quiddity

From inhibit

To exhibit

It’s ware

With love

Enough to explode

The whole world

With hate –

 

Come to bruise

The mystic

For he knows

Man may only

Be by those

Empirical –

 

 

Test tube its sperm

To distant space

Hire an egg

 

And start a race.

 

 

 

                              

 

 

 

Hooked to the nipple

With hysteria

Relentlessly fingering

To fashion more finery –

 

Séance

With the sun

To know it is all one

Bundle of dispersion

Coercion

To camp in comfort

 

Emotive interlude

Etude to mesmerise

 

 

Duped by deliverance –

 

 

Grand

Instinct fanned

 

Swamped

By the tide of opinion

Wasting to rebuild

What should burn again –

 

Decorations

Stolen

Swollen adjectives

Deliberating

 

Youth

Conquering the sooth

Age

Awaiting the tooth –

 

‘Divine’

She calls

The Joker falls

Thick with flies –

 

Bloodbath of success

Regress to emptiness –

 

The covered beds wait.

 

Infinite eddy

Keeping the stays frail

 

Reaction to the tense

Limitless

In the arc of fire

Leaden sunset

Soft as wire –

 

 

 

 

 

The wounded lie

With struggle

Till the fashioning desire

Acknowledges defeat

And instinct rests

Like meat.

 

Sunk

Below the waves

Looking for their graves –

 

Rehearsed

Re-valued

The melting day stands

 

All else is false

Always the same

Who is to blame?

 

All

A change

In density is all

 

And it’s respective resonance.

 

 

                                 

 

 

Trump

Tropics

Sliding on the shelf

Through the wash

And world of self –

 

Stuck

Soak

Joke

Guess of sensation

Repetition

Until the rot runs riot

 

Try it

The begging arms implore

The feeling tongues explore.

 

The woken thoughts

The broken door –

 

 

Old hat

New stigma

Seething

The savage eye

 

Catcher

 

Has caught his lie

 

Navigating

Which rules are right

Today

 

Acting fantasy

To the most remote sex –

 

 

Under pressure

Rinse the blood

Make safe the bomb

Exhibit the dud

 

Thud the misery away.

The child grows

The wild shrinks

The bone gets more brittle.

 

African sunset

Through the sights

Of a gun

We shall overcome

The wait

Together –

 

 

 

 

 

Languid caprice

Roll

The dreadnought drums

Here she comes

Sophist

Slightly pissed

Not to be missed.

 

The privacy competes

Entombed in games –

 

 

Revising

Until the animal

Finds its duty

To the cause

 

The ride

The ride

The ritual of tide

Waiting in the hide –

 

Another day

Another way

 

 

Objects rush

Universals crush

Heat and sweat

Shaded with glare

 

 

Solid

Yet a depth

Behind there

That lingers.

 

 

 

The slow

Day sits

Cleaning the armour –

 

Wanton weapon

Warm Zambezi

Thick umber

Slow red

 

Numbed

Succumbed

Smell of chameleon

Concealed parrot

Abstract hurt

Surviving the burn

Racing the turn –

 

 

Thankless thorn

Worn smooth by numbers

 

Cast to comfort

Survival

 

Making stronger

Each war for order –

 

Revealed

To the wild

As a set

Sect

Select motivation

Powered from the past

To keep the future

Clean and safe

 

Riddled with prey

Upon which to act

Each fantasy –

 

 

Lust  

Reckless

As the infant

For the end

For the luxury

All this aim

Blamed

 

Tamed with the vigilance

Of longing

Belonging

To the thrill

Spill

Of all too brief a span.

 

 

Anticipating the move

Bracing destruction –

 

Creation

Coiled

Poised

Pumped again

 

Through the veins

Like milk.

 

 

Purple

Hint of colour

In the grey

Silent lightening

Far away –

 

 

Each to his own

Dragged silence

All the way

To the last encounter.

 

 

Mount her

To miss

The point of deduction

With favourite way

The world will end

 

 

When it won’t – 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Responsibility

Put on a plane

And sent home –

 

 

 

 

 

The craft began

Lifeless

 

The craft

The craft

The living raft

 

Mass and space

Craft and grace

Surviving race

 

Matter immaterial –

 

With charms of strength

Sworn in

The naked shop –

 

Watch it using

Every gift

Lend her shade

Midst wind and lightning

 

Rubber cold warmth

To men

Sporting the grasp

Clutching the moan

 

Leaving her just when they will –

 

Old sale

New heart

 

Wide eyed member

Doing

What it does best.

 

Fall for love.

Maul the magnificent.

Scrawl its name over everything.

 

The blood is hot

Cold age repeats

And steps down

Into history –

 

Damp beneath the clouds

 

Pregnant thoughts

Milked caucus

Longing

Belonging

To the succession

Strobe impression

Of migrant labour –

 

Mitigation

Castled into defence

More adventurous

Then your

Transfer of epithet

For its personality

 

Totality

Of experience

Wrenched wider

With comfort

More involved

Then death’s disaster –

 

Ramble the clinging

Affliction of

Once only in this form

 

True and untrue –

 

 

 

      

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