My One Siren Ship

i had me a kamikaze heart
since then
it’s been
minutes
that i cruelly drown like unwanted kittens
hours
that i pretend never to dream of missing
days
i imbibe yet lose like anonymous letters in the mail
weeks
that escape the law of my intoxicated memory
months
i measure by the weight of empty bottles in my trash can
but the trick
is not to drink too much
so the world never knows
now the wars lost
how i swallow 
the wrecked jagged pieces
of my retrieved sacrificed heart
with every breath
i inebriate
to forget my one Siren ship

© bg 2012

There is always a Capitalist

there is always
a Capitalist
to break the wings
of beast

there is always
a Capitalist
to sell a slave
freedom

there is always
a Capitalist
to trade those beasts
back their soul

there is always
a Capitalist
to take freebeasts
back to chains

there is always
a Capitalist
to send those beast
to WAR

© bg 2012

The Missing Prophecy-the poet bandit live from the bell tower XXVI

i’ll harvest the chicken bones
from the fields of blood stones
i’ll leave them to ripen on the moon
till they fall of in the month of june
onto the path where the pious balk
to litter the path i will walk
like broken burning glass flowers in bloom
i shall have permission to borrow Hels broom
to sweep them up in my dance of the reap
into a sack in which i shall climb to sleep
high up in the tangled mountains of ascendency
where my tossing and returning hammer of dependency
will grind them bones into the finest choking dust
to feed the lesions growing like mold on my crust
while for three cold days and three frigid nights
with the fallen kings betrayed by their knights
sitting cloaked in their finest tattered clipped wings
looking like all the evils found in a propaganda fable
i shall share with them the last marriage feast at Hels table
pouring into our thirsty goblets the juice
from one freshly melted black candle of abstruse
to wash down the succulent dragon bull meat
shredded by our thorny crown of teeth tired of wheat
i shall return with the kings as the world ignites
when after feasting three days and three nights
the four bell towers of Lyssa will have taken the place
of the four pillars that held up a world that destroys grace
then from each of the towers their bell shall toll three chimes
so the enemy may know the price of their mortal crimes
then from my sack i shall step a dog with kings into a world yet unborn
to destroy the enemy as has in some vague scripture been forsworn

© bg 2012

I’d Cry

she sat across from me
at our table
watching
the leaves fly 
from our book
into the night 

i down a rum
or two
while watching
dreams sink
in my man made harbor
knowing the reason
for the mass drowning’s
is that boredom barnacles
bore many holes
in many a ships hull

she tries to grab a leaf
from the blank air
between us
i wave back
as she memorably
blurs away

i’d cry
but really
i’m not drunk enough to care

© bg 2012

YOU

it was cruelness
to have me fall in love with
you

i was broken
but i fell together for
you

i learnt to breath
my hand resting on the belly of
you

i filled my mind
till all my hearts beats were for
you

i was stupid
i believed the love word from
you

i became blind
from lies your eyes covered for
you

i was hungry
i ate red poisoned kisses from
you

i became sick
i vomited in fear of losing
you

i woke a waif
the reality of dreaming with
you

i am sad now
because eternity knows i love
you

it is cruelness
to fall forever in love with
you

©bg 2012

The Day Night

in the do da day i see the juice of night leak in
the sun glow no more than a clouded moons
so i pull on my musky bear skin coat
eat sour honey and hum sad croons
while popping storm clouds
that are held above me like balloons
by demented tobacco chewing clowns
that use my fungi phone ears as spittoons
now i find no comfort in my overcrowded bed
where I’m forked by fake silver spoons
i watch the insincere monopoly financiers
pay black fat cheshire cat platoons
to go and kill my purty little birds of joy
that flock and bred in the ids Lagoons

i have grown exhausted with these Arabian nights 
of trying to conquer the summits of sand dunes
while been buried in an avalanche every do da day
because of the noise from the troop of flying baboons
that ride on my back to met Doctor Livingston i presume
but all we encounter are the wizard of oz goons
in the bottom of the genie bottles i buy
from the zoo keepers of the titanic saloons
that sink like a melting witch when i cut loose
the big red get me out of here shoe platoons
because i think i’ve got all my black cats by the tail
and enough rain buckets to contain all monsoons
that fall like seasonal childhood bullies sticks and words 
on the playground in the middle of the afternoons
i try hard to rendezvous with the rescue whale fleet
only to find my salvation floating dead full of harpoons
and my sparkling clear day blue sea of eyes
are the color of the excreted juice of prunes
so i spin and spin my vortex of runny green snot
to trap the spiders on my ceiling in cocoons
in the delusion they’ll hatch as purty birds of joy
to wake me from my dark day with happy tunes

© bg 2012

The Proposal

I whispered

committed words

into her pixie ear

 

she pulled away

from my embrace

as that once

upon a time

kissable

mouth screamed

Nooooooooooooooooooooo

bundled with

a lunatics laugh

causing

burning ear wax

to ooze

From my tear ducts

 

I staggered back

from the bridges

jumpable railings

 

Gargoyle voyeurs

loitered on apartment balconies

smoking

drinking

looking amused

almost like humans

watching

two

comedians

fight

unscripted

on stage

 

Before my wrath

which

like my heart

has never

bloody well

understood

consequences

Convinced me

to chuck the rock

off the bridge

into nowhere

I skulked away

Out of the path

of her pitiless

Vulcan gaze

Into the  bowels

Of a constipated  city’s

moonless  night

©2012