do passwords
get offended
when they're
forgotten?

He was a tapeworm

his sister had a bad perm
sitting on her head,

edge of the bed
in a knife sliced
corridor of light. These thoughts,

that leaned like weak trees
in a cutting breeze.

These thoughts
that we're never straight more
a child's hurricane scribble.

A mental ball of twine collecting clutter

and when the cobra struck

I thought of you
naked,

ready to **** the venom

or offer the antidote.

The misery and turbulence,

the fear of being hunted by the anonymous faces

of a South American meat packing conglomerate.

the questions he asked held no relevance 
he took notes and I looked out the window to the office 
opposite

another room with cabinets
people & computers 
water coolers
a broken printer
drably personalised work spaces with kids drawing and motivational quotes spat over an inspiring landscape of mountains or soft still lakes

dust settles and stays on the leaves of plastic plants

 (  disgruntled secretary, 
floor two, has her mothers ashes stored in a Russian doll on her desk and a draw full paper clips and staples ) 

I didn't get the job
they gave it to a man who likes fat woman to sit on his face

the question mark
like a bent over old man

the questioning of fools
the hairy palms of Neanderthals

wobbling through  air conditioned malls with no signals hitting their limbic system

reptillan brain in control

the hierarchy of needs
food
shelter
meat
Nike Air and
a widescreen TV

rejoice at the useless

I spend all day looking at a screen that looks back at me

there is a TV programme that is always on, somewhere
everywhere
it’s always on

i fall asleep and wake up to see a monster, a man with a gun, a detective, a car chase, a
weather report

that radio station that plays a stairway to heaven on a 24hr loop

the white noise of the everyday

the passwords are forgotten
but not offended

the hungry cemetery devours the dead
swallows them whole
- the belly of the beast
- the dirt thrown on top
frozen ground
forecasted snow

the stillness of the cemetery

hip hop priests spitting sermons

buried with the mind machine skeletal words now free of the past - skin eaten away & the bones remain

the first ******* scared him

the first ******* and he thought he'd broke it

running to him mother with globules dripping

his mother laughing

the redness of her mouth

teeth stained
and a tongue

a tongue that could sweep the jackals nest

jackie o-
o as  hole -
- fur trimmed, 
ermine 
fit for a queen 
followed by a cavalcade of suitors

trajectory of history
in amongst broken spines

(his corpse wasn't even cold) 

with gifts of silver, intricate cutlery, opiates and one thing on their mind

-Camelot burning 
-she whispered to him about Cuban shorelines and Russian citadels

the internal monologue at the beginning was

the 
pit pat patter of rain on windows then
wind through the trees but louder it grew

like waves &
the sounds of war

screams from the experimentation
expressed in words 
scratched on surfaces 
stretched canvas of skin

with blunt knife strokes 


kids with mouths like coin slots 


fingers caught in the elastic of her underwear

rejoice
rejoice
rejoice