Pay as you go

Mobile phone fuzz
Personally; pay as you go
Just top up here and there
No five year plan
No projected destination
No written red summary
Of a previous life.

People around upgrade
and drop into obscurity
new model
new lover
new diploma
new path
upgrade now
the best offer on the street
the mantra of tomorrow
spoke yesterday

I have touch screen
I have a new hair cur
I have a 3.2 mega pixels;
yes in my phone
I have a new job
Yes with accounting
Check this new app
I never loose an erection
anymore
I'm upgraded
I wish I was was
Come, you can be,
forget the old
destroy the outdated

Crashed piles of weee
forgotten mountains
Forgotten paths
to the end.

Cracks in a city's pavement

(not a word of this is true – it's an experiment in urban decay)

Whipped cream rushes
From stainless Steal Dispenser
Slide show shutter images
from last night
Amphetamine buzz
Post club retreat
Nitrous oxide from similar
Stainless Steal Dispenser
Balloon after Balloon
Trips in miniature
Getting closer, hands search
Cold sweat lips seek
Naked on a nylon carpet
She straddles me
Reddened chest
Pours whipping cream
Into that same Dispenser
Ejects an inverted cross
of cloud lite cream
down my torso
Devouring mouthfuls
sickly whipped cream
off quivering erect
cum scented body parts.
Until, too full of sick
my stomach flows like a torrent
down her back.
Pissed at me she shoots too much smack
Lips turn blue
I slip out of the flat
Passing ambulance crew
on dusty concrete steps
I held her hand to the last moment
but couldn't take another wrap like that.
Now alone, morning bistro
Not even sure last night existed
With all the scenes
laid to waste.
Cooked up some ket;
got rid of the bubbles;
found a vein;
Now with every whipped cream latte
another silent movie
a dream.

Cuthbert Eats Bob

So I cut open my stomach
With a sharpened spoon
Plug in the video camera
Gaffa tape to seal
Camera primed with a fresh role
Of Beta Max Tape

Press go and watch
Cuthbert
My Tape Worm
Eat
Bob my enlarged gut

It's so dull, even with the scenes
of sea anemones fucking
spliced in.
So I drop a bomb
To speed up the day

Bob shrunk to nothing
As did my genitalia
My brain
and my circle of friends

Now the reals of film lie scattered
across the unmowed lawn
The odd daffodil focusing
on the slow scene
until the sun goes down

Dragon Boat Racing

Just 20 people.
In a long wooden dragon boat.
Two abreast
Breathing, tensed, waiting for the gun.

3 months of training
condensed to 3 minutes
This is it, coiled, small world
Waiting for the gun.

Sea breeze and green mountains
Not in the picture today
The other 11 boats
Not in the picture today.

Bang. Stick strikes drum
Paddles pull water
Hard at first but the speed increases
Every muscle driving.

18 oars in perfect synchronization,
Drive, pull, breath, recover.
Stroke after stroke
Drum beat after drum beat.

Pain setting in,
Lungs screaming, muscles ripping
18 oars in perfect synchronization,
Drum beat after drum beat.

The team screams through the pain
The world melts
To a relentless rhythm
Pull harder for the last twenty.

Fall back. Everything gone.
Exhausted.
Confused.
But so high there is nothing else.

Cameras flash.
Crowds Roar.
Hands shuck
Team nods exchanged.

Phantom Bike Shimmy

Almost like a ghost you come
You're unexpected.
You're unforgiving.
You're terrifying.

You walk into my life at high speed
Building up slowly
Catching my absolute attention
Hairs standing on end.

The familiar feeling of unease
That usually evaporates
But this time no, you're staying
Whispering tales of bitter ends.

A faint intangible wobble
Bike frame feeling like jelly
Rippling on a silver try
Each resonance closer to the end.

Breath in, this is it,
Tarmac at 50mph
But no, grasp the unknown
Fight like it's the last breath.

No longer a metal framed
carbon fiber reinforced
machine of substance
but an eel swimming between my legs.

Hold on, don't lock up,
Everything rides on this moment
Body swaying now.
But speed disappearing.

Finally jump off at the curb.
Safe.
No traffic passed.
I wasn't spat from bike.

But my trusted bike is
Eerily perfect.
Rides true, all parts in order.
Just a brief moment of mechanical possession.

Screaming Beats

|....|..|...|...|
deep in urban fabrics
the slip of syncopation alive
wells up inside
exploding rib cages
sucked back in, another bar.

Relentless evolving sound
Internet niches now huge
1 and zeros , ones and 0's
zooming around the globe
To ear bones and synaptic nerves

to the center of everything.
when the sun has faded
particles still collide
rhythms develop
The gentle beat of eternity

Experiments

Sorry, it's been awhile. Margg, thanks for the encouragement, this may make things make sense.

Experimenting with sobriety;
Bottle of vodka frozen into the freezer
with loneliness.

Endless days of energy and mediocrity,
Run here, row there, hear the vicious beat.
The bars of life palpable.

The sad realization of transition,
long drawn out waves
To a way of life.

The underground doors slide shut,
Two faces already pressed against the window
Kissing through the impenetrable but invisible barrier.

Knocking on thirty with a career,
that seldom makes me care.
A hole for my head peg.

The mountains speak to me again,
The sea's tides rock my rest bite.
The trees gently shade my emptiness.

My friend's words remain with me,
No longer lost in the soup of intoxication.
It's a new day, the sun slates through the occasional clouds.