LIGHTNING MAN
lightning man
rainbow serpent
paint myself
ancient wisdom
my skin
red, blue
green
electric, nuclear,
thermodynamic
cover my body
in the signs of tomorrow
pictures that
burn with vitality
re-energize
LIGHTNING MAN
lightning man
rainbow serpent
paint myself
ancient wisdom
my skin
red, blue
green
electric, nuclear,
thermodynamic
cover my body
in the signs of tomorrow
pictures that
burn with vitality
re-energize


MARS HAS FALLEN
Mars has fallen
the missiles stand erect
casting lomg shadows
firing position
buf they have been like this
for well over a hundred years
if I had the art
then I could paint them
you might bet the picture
would be
pretty severe
but I am prole
what do I know
so are
we all
what
do we know
Mars has fallen
the machine is broken
all is entropy
final state between
the have
and the have not
nothing gets sown
so there are no parables
just the explosions that will come
that they cannot stop
the pressure built up
simple, obvious physics
I would have said if I knew
such
basic things
but I am prole, must always
flounder in darkness, taste
bitter ash
the storm gathering
the storm we are told
is pure propaganda
the deepest
of lies
but Mars has fallen
we can feel it, smell
if
energy has gone, lifeblood
is drained
someone has
done all the sums
it is the end of the line






MOON
In my grey dressing-gown
I feel and look like Jedi
solar consciousness figure
I suppose, no daimonic
Plutonic energy
running rampant if released
all to the power of two
by two
Ah yes!
dark life dark matter
dark energy
infra-crimson spectrum emission
from the ultra quantum soup
out of which blood chaos,
quite naturally,
radical individualism
sith vicious boy emperor
you do it my way
steam punk gladiator
in colosseum 360
sensurround to
google into gorgeous
reality
every single Roman Empire
be and wannabe
under every single (or
binary sun)
so let me
meld with snake and spider
and creatures chthonic
in my rainforest
on my swamp planet
whipping up
some steaming mushroom stew
or find some shade and water
(just a modicum) in the heart
of the desert
think of oasis somewhere
in the desert of my heart
grey is ash, grey is
sombre, grey is plaster
grey is everything that
yearns to be silver
yearns
to be animate
to be animation
to be turquoise, indigo
or royal blue ocean
to
rise in triumph
on a gigantic moon.
MOON
In my grey dressing-gown
I feel and look like Jedi
solar consciousness figure
I suppose, no daimonic
Plutonic energy
running rampant if released
all to the power of two
by two
Ah yes!
dark life dark matter
dark energy
infra-crimson spectrum emission
from the ultra quantum soup
out of which blood chaos,
quite naturally,
radical individualism
sith vicious boy emperor
you do it my way
steam punk gladiator
in colosseum 360
sensurround to
google into gorgeous
reality
every single Roman Empire
be and wannabe
under every single (or
binary sun)
so let me
meld with snake and spider
and creatures chthonic
in my rainforest
on my swamp planet
whipping up
some steaming mushroom stew
or find some shade and water
(just a modicum) in the heart
of the desert
think of oasis somewhere
in the desert of my heart
grey is ash, grey is
sombre, grey is plaster
grey is everything that
yearns to be silver
yearns
to be animate
to be animation
to be turquoise, indigo
or royal blue ocean
to
rise in triumph
on a gigantic moon.






