Communication 190

 Nothing New

 you fire bullets into me

I fire bullets into you

these injuries don’t

signify the pain

we’ve been through,

we can drag the bones

we’ve become on the stage

until we’re numb,

ignoring the fact 

we ain’t part of the scene

we’re just a has been 

holding on to a dream,

you died years ago,

you can’t let go,

I think it’s best you do

you’re nothing new,

the mirror ain’t 

so kind to you,

you’ve got no bite left

or credibility

you ain’t no legend

or living infamy,

you don’t bow down

to some sexless deity

or hoodwink your followers

through Shriner Freemasonry

Communication 189

Outer Space

a modification is taking place,

the outer space appears shrunken,

my catalyst is disfunction

a lingering desire to eject

what do you expect?

there’s only so long

you can hold the reins 

before you let go again,

the life you’re presented with

can fit neatly on a microchip

there’s no substance

your life is shit,

scarred with the spoils of debt,

you’re born alone

you die alone,

your life ain’t worth it,

packaged and produced,

you try and make it fit,

living in the aftermath of a fart,

you’re being laughed at

by the members of the club

that you ain’t in,

you’re the dumb fuck

trying to make a living

trying to mould a sibling

trying to find meaning

Communication 188

Tiny Tales ‘Origami’

 

we made paper boats

wrote tiny tales 

set them to sail downstream,

with hope they’d reach the sea, 

stories of you and me

were etched upon the stern,

anxious

they might get lost in the night 

we wrote and put to flight

tiny tales scribbled on paper planes, 

to help remind us again 

of the words we so often forgot 

prior to setting sail on 

our paper yacht, 

we plotted our route

through compass, 

it was too late to second guess

I didn’t want our paper plane

folding into a paper mess,

deep feelings are so perplexing,

misguiding – disaffecting,

our paper hearts had fallen apart

despite how resolute,

we fell fast back down to earth

on tiny paper parachutes,

anxious,

we’d get lost in the night

we refused to take another flight

I was hoping my origami

would guide me gracefully

through all the feelings that 

have since escaped me 

Communication 187

 Countless Transactions 

 I'm betting on a losing streak, 

the downturn ain't so cheap, 

I'm waiting for peak performance, 

a formidable example of endurance

I just need to suss the odds

to give me some assurance,

4 legged forerunners

cantering for their lives, 

only the fastest survives,

there sits the betting man 

waging his weekly earnings 

on the idea of deserving 

something for minimal effort 

all assumptions are pinned

on a loosely based hunch, 

hoping too financially 

elevate the credit crunch 

call me later  

“I’m enjoying a liquid lunch”

drinking the profits 

betting on a bunch

of pissed up 

kneejerk reactions

made easy through 

countless 

transactions 

Communication 186

 Bullshit 

 Churning the chum for a shark bite, 

bitten by the largest gobshite, 

it's a baseline attack, 

no chance to bite back, 

dualing banjos

won’t cut me some slack

perpetually inflicted

by those addicted to bullshit 

Communication 185

Terrors

 we’re never really lost for words

rarely spoken and never heard

those days gone and never forgotten

broken from the path you’ve trodden

a central point, a resting place

a lifelong forfeit, the times we waste

with age comes wisdom,

a bitterness personified,

the broken spirit of the sodomised 

time will never conquer fear

it’s just a sheen that rots the veneer

tragic tales have shrunken

the ferocity of the fight

a cinematic warfare

keeping us awake at night

Communication 184

 An Auctioning Of Lives

 bombs keep falling

an auctioneer keeps calling,

highest numbers win

“check the price of the champaign

they’re swigging”

the filthy rich like to play

their part

bidding

on some fine art,

clapping

after some benign speech

about self-serving 

charitable

aid relief,

it’s easy to be virtuous

when living in a park lane

penthouse,

and

all these lectures

about displacement

obliterating history

through defacement

a narrative controlled by greed

there ain’t no standing ovation

when you leave,

no delayed punishment

or reprieve