The plateau is not against you

Cliffs are futuristically extinct

edges, peripheries and show offs

anarchists and/are celebrities (and vice versa)

vis a vis

the act of waving, coming or going, has become a permanent motor skill, 

like an endearing treacherous tattoo boldly and passionately saying

I'M GOING TO AND IT'S GOING TO BE
NO COMPROMISES 

eviction at a time 

no regrets 

HANDS UP empty your pockets and spread your wily mind so truth can come clean

massive fine

specialized lover has to wait, age, change shape

ice age 

bleak alley waste haze

shock cremate

To begin with

fine sand fondled and sifted through a strangers fingers

blown glass reminiscent of venus in double vision stack upon one another

records the fallen sediment

a re-accuring penalty similar to a hog tied roof rack 

on the hood of a crimson crass convertible

a 4 cylinder red fire bird in the moonlight 

burned out at the brims 

taken for granted is real

dust in the wind burns out with a blaze

won't cause a crime no more

the consequential shadow becomes hotter then the disappointment felt towards the lazy

yes old and set in ones way but there is rev after the most sour infection

chances are not numerical

but limited editions

bidding at an extremely high minimum

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This time is coming/ telescope/compass/ wind in sail/ be strong/ cry whenever you need to

Allow change
batten down the hatches
and release the rib cage
expansive treasure chest
reveal your cardamon potential
digest every northern gust of wind taunting you with guilt
high quality aura
tea with the last bumblebee
virgin morning everyday at dawn
breakfast with Lover and Black Eye
civil wild cats
ghosts are matter
and have needs
just like the rest of us
prepare
daily







































































































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Loneliness in raw denim thrashed against a rock for hours to soften

To be lonely
loneliness is an off balance
a misfortunate blame
an unidentified super natural stake
which can leave one feeling the same sickness as any other equally severe hospitalized speculation
tired
cloudy head
long drawn out stares
high security gated community
a strata of daily narrow minded solutions
in most cases a decent man made rabbit hole
or advanced trespasser
will eventually rip their commited and consistent industrial thread denim
and feel a sense of loss which leads to another sense of realized having
and then at the climaxed bond between the lonely and another thing
there is something
deep down in the grotto
in the damp musty dwelling of the least
there will be a phosphorescence of ease
and inscription of form and hue embedding deep into the weave of the yesteryears
a family album which declares
it is you who chooses to
look at the minimal
as less
or nothing
or only the lonely

Times void will not last forever
therefor try to refrain from pannick
but first let pannick and fear and lack of air devour you
befriend the darkest most rigid fury of pain
and then betray it
and slay it
like the oldest transcribed depiction of salvation
the most massive explosive acknowledgment of victory
recognized through the beautiful simplicity of a thread which hangs on to your body
with everything its got
there is always something holding something else together,
and it always should matter.












































































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White Detached Conservatory

Headlights
surge across
the pines
the wind is merely the aftermath
vaulted skies
synthetic tarp
the synthetic tarp barks!
well kept dog in the distance
tries daily to be free


lesser mythological cabana
house dream
white shack vamped
re-damped
broke lamp
questionable camp
grounds are bleak says one
there's a quartz leak says the other


All the way down the dusty road
to meet at a dead end of faded white linen
blazing red embroidered tampered tantrums
temperate contours in the night
with ease, a lizard in the kitchen






















































































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June 24, 2015-Berlin >Toronto

I understand,

I don't like ice either

says the flight attendant

to the passenger




















































































































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Flight- Glasgow > Ibiza 07.2015

Synthetic brown
with a violet violent disaster strand
of what once was hair
hair which used to care
hair in which a mothers hand slipped through between fingers
hair which used to allow the wind to pass through
hair which has gripped the hot iron 2 minutes to long

Blue eyeshadow
I thought we were through
me and you
I thought I got rid of you
I threw you out years ago and here you are so bold and blue
trying to make a come back
a modern redemption intention
just look at you
and after all this time

Magenta peek-a-boos
I want to bleach you
mahogany chemically straigtened
synthetic replica your publicly confessing your sins
your turning yourself in

Old lady striving for youth
in pink mesh
and a revelated finger wave




























































































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Beached

May 02.09.2015

Berlin-Lido di Venezia-Berlin

Berlin:

I woke up this morning to read a lonely text to read out of lonely eyes

We drank late morning tea out on the terrace

amongst the herb garden

at some point I cried

I avoided my flight all day

I changed out of my pyjamas into another pair of pyjamas

I ate two breakfasts

I made a mess when my intention was to clean

I didnt get my banking done

But I can imagine all will work out in the end

When I arrive at the Marco Polo airport

a man will be waiting for me holding a sign with my name on it at the arrivals gate

He will drive me 40 minutes somewhere to my hotel

for the rest of the week I will live in a tent

Soundtrack: “Holding a Sign With My Name on it”

Lido:

Pitched tent

narrow road

the sea just hangs off its sleeve

like any good freeloader would

the sky darkens

a machine made shadow

and a cruise ship bands the sky

hovering over houses

like a cross between an elephant and a private eye

the sweet little Italian man

dressed casually to the nines

can only step a quarter of a foot at a time

but he walks

he never hails a taxi

I've seen him shuffling all about town

everyday he makes it home for dinner

the man in a smooth navy . length walking coat and black shades

stands at the ledge of the boardwalk reflective horizon line glisten listen

off a single sheet of classical prose he recites a forgotten vernacular to the seaside

his hands jarring the air loose lines in the wind

the sun icing over his silver hair while greasing his sienna skin

he turns back around to his friend who is sitting on a wooden bench

the man perched out his Venezian window sill

holds his landscape with his upper body with immensity

later in the evening he is passes by in a wheelchair

with immensity

house red and escargot

the people sitting to the right of me may be from my home town

my home town

at what point in our lives do we start to use words like 'wow' and 'jeez' as points of eviction

sans seaside mermaid delay

farce energy display

aquatic metallic pink fitted gathering

sunrise drop surprise

red lips

moonlight

joker sadness

stacker assemblage

if you look down the red and blue strobe spot light

looks burgandy and brown

feet move

feet move!!!

ladder lays lateral

bright light dark path

face block head lamp

but of course,

desert visage

sandy blonde salt sea hair

bearded beauty

eyes the colour of fader kelp

smoked taupe wool knit sweater with a button

bags out at the sleeve

casual khaki slacks hang loose

sun bleached chestnut skin with age will turn into historical saddle brown

leather memories through creases

collective narratives through genuine approach

how to consider the sun while holding tight under the moon

his embrace

his hands

Soundtrack: Post magic more magic

Berlin:

Don't forget the South


























































































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Side Note

I have been writing non stop


its just not here


the next additions will not be in order date wise....but i will do my best


to maintain


coping

































































































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