Poem - Contemplations

Does it sit well?

The ever widening gap
between a greeting card version
of heaven
and you can guess the variance


A sense of urgency
normal now
an adrenal lick
at the base of the stomach
just enough to make you swallow
a little
harder

I cannot turn the TV on
the fear of what will be unleashed
has taken my will away
I leave it dark
and brooding in the mahogany cabinet
we bought out right
without two thousand years interest free
with 900 percent residual to pay at the end

The kids are white-water rafting through the days
white knuckle grip on
all the things we have tried to impart
a moral code
tapped out in Morse
which will not interface with ipods
going up stream on an iriver
flat and mat finished to be
dull beyond the edges of blunted expectations

Somewhere in the back of my skull
I realise
its all bullshit
the striving
and never arriving at
a destination
printed out in glossy copies
of GQ

But even so

even so.......

Who Said

Who said cosmetic surgery is wrong?

I want it all,
a hip slippin butt tuckin
silicon storm

I want enhancements that make
Serena Williams' booty look like
a flat Nevada desert road

Botox me baby
screw it,
insert a whole puffer fish into my forehead
let the lil devil swim around
it’ll be a conversation piece

Collagen,
yes please,
tell ya what,
suck some of that pouting bulge
outta Angelina Jolie's lips
and put it into my butt,
then she can be kissin my ass
for the rest of time

Lipo me sideways

suck it out

suck it down

make me a six packin

skin stretchin

sex god

with rippling indentations

of Pecs and packs

and Triceps push

suck last nights

burger and fries outta my

distended belly

And finally,

when the bandages come off

and the skin has healed

I’ll be a blank faced

skinny assed sucker

with a debt and no way

to frown about it

Poetry -Wrecked

Flotsam

Adrift
we skate upon the wave
the depth
of endless

We recede
a glimpsed glimmer of something
solid
catching the sun
only to depart beneath
a rolling swell

Jetsam

The sand claws and clings

A rush of water over our dismay
pushing us further onto the shore

The tide sings
and brings salt tainted tears

We loll
limbs drawn with the motion
mouths open to receive the sea

Lagan

Still attached
you are beyond my touch

I cannot raise myself up
to meet your slowly sinking form


Soaked and heavy
I am drawn down to find you
caught in the whirlpool
we spin and part
allowed glances
but no second chances

Where do you go

I have caressed
the silk screened distances
you will not cross
to know us

The way it sedates
seeking to
becalm tempestuous nature

You avert your face
from pelting rain
the jags electric
halo
wind driven
raging frustrations

Please
I implore
do not send thoughts of continued
belief my way

I am God Damned

a sinner in truth

Fire and brimstone my balm
to soothe flesh seared by your
head shake of negation

A finger ticking side to side
in denials

A voice
small and strong
reverberating long after the words
of refusal have died on my skin

There is nothing now
just the last light mist of rain
and the memory
of potency in the soft wind ruffling
the grass beneath me