The Eightfold Path

I'll Brain You

I'll brain you one fine day. Then, thoughts away,
I'll place my tongue flap soft against you brain
and cat I'll lap up your remaining days.

I'll drink you fresh squeezed brain cell juice each morning,
and eat heart pâté on toast for luncheon.
These are electrified moments, stolen from porn.

If tasked, I could eat brain everyday,
and learn the ins and outs of all your ways,
and learn your taste in faith and praise.

If asked, I would wish my head close to yours.
So close they fuse melt. No sucking through straws,
nor to invade your shame or read your thoughts.

And there would be no need for strip tease guessing.
My super power would be a pressence;
not flight or greatest might, but confidence

(those nonchalant proud celss) in multitude.
I hope (the smell of fresh cooked bread) a tune
we love will make our great fine minds balloon.

And as we decorate the walls and floors
with pretty coloured faraway thoughts,
a crow would pick us up like none before.

Lucky Number Seven

the baptismal tide

leaning against the dock stations railing
waiting for the next train to arrive delayed
in the distance i saw her approach aloof
and not having caught this route before
she was nervously shivering and unsure

sits on a bench and works up her defence
detached distant insecure listless
fixes her hair in a handheld mirror
stares into her own eyes and wonders awhile

its hard to engage with a brain so beautiful
might as well agree shes not meant for you
so instead you adore at a distance finally stalk

walk behind her on a starless night
and brain her with a torch

step back in horror as blood spills onto floor
it was supposed to be romantic now shore
will have to wash the road clean
when high tide fills the streets

and i watched from a distance as
i leaned against the dock stations railing

The Sixth Note

Faithless Men

Faithless, cold, and emotionless.
No stench of fresh cooked bread

or the fresh sea air
mingling with the dead
aroma of men who fish for money
to buy honey
and bread.

And The Five Elements Of Life

I Only Read the Introduction to Nietzsche’s Beyond Good and Evil

I know I left my mind at the back of the queue:
our unrefined lack of taste in truth.

Back dated culture and insincere concern,
not something your mind can learn.
The manifest belief we’re wrong

to be ringing her memories;
even though I’d like to scratch behind her eyes.
I tried to muster the energy to walk
but self-pride sticks to the roof
and arachibutyrophobia to boot!

I was born too early for modern apathy.
New ideas and cold fears,
blood drunk hung love,
and that cruel formation of another crush.

I’m scared of these blinking lights,
like the Rubik’s cube of life.
And I’m thinking of some way I can fit
conjecture into a line:
The little powdered nose of Christ.

To The Four Corners Of The World

The Letter Was Burnt

It was only going in the bin anyway:
where the disliked live and show their fear,
without reprise and aren’t afraid to run away
or stand their ground and fight.
They’ve always teased us and made us hate our smiles.
The way we walk and talk;
the way we laugh and cry and die;
and only end up saying goodbye.

Momentarily is scarily too soon for fairies.

Third Time Lucky

Papillon

The metamorphic change worms make
become patches of sky ripped away.
Colours that dance before your eyes,
and remind you just how much it’s possible to change.
Rainbows painted onto form;
no longer bound to the earth,
but free to dance and play.

No longer have to wait around for rain.

On Second Thoughts

At Least You’re There

I may one day write a poem
about you, but know I’ll never
tell, lest you throw your hands up in
despair and question why I bring
so much emotion to pen. So

I’ll say its fiction about a
woman I saw in a café
crying as her heart was flayed, and
thought I can’t share with you I feel
your warmth support agreement that
there are some things left best unsaid.

And on separate sides of the
bed we sleep are our own lamps,
paperback fictions lying beside
our heads. At least I know the
warmth of you is there, to comfort
me, when I’m scared.