Scientific Research & Self-Development Activism
Hello there anyone who reads this.
I'm still quite busy atm (story writing - big deal), so I thought I'd share some poetry. These three are all from a university module, are "totally objective" and also open to any and all interpretation.
Hope you enjoy.
Flock to hear the man crowned in sun
From that lip, at the top of the wall
He strides down the steps of God,
Wagging his hand into frenzy.
A piping tune dances the town’s folk along the street
In single file to the bait-ball.
Herded: the eight legged silk-man
Casts his sticky nets of knotted words.
They take leave in unilateral cocoons
Upside down, to a laboratory:
Then new parts and organs trans-
Place under a knife of golden sunlight.
– You are awake! –
Their eyes are open,
But they do not see me
Casting spells to the deaf.
– The void machine –
A river skinned ball of unending
Metamorphosis; carries sand
From sane-man to same-man.
– We are stuck in it –
My friend. I flick a sushi knife over
Your slimy shell. You hit the deck
Splashing like a magikarp.
I watch oddly as control flutters by
on a broken wind down a cracked street
facing loves first wrath of consciousness.
I flicked my tongue at the silver ones,
I was small,
now I’m cleaning sinks for hot
botany and laughing rocks in stripy socks,
I’ll be alright,
swing my old void-knife,
home in time for supper.
I have dreams,
but they fall to my sides
as I move too fast through time.
end up on a floor in a party friend’s house,
rock music every day and smoke marijuana
cos that’s the fucking cool thing to do.
Shit on this round table
and we get splattered: sometimes
dive into insanity
Problems and Gnostics.
Don’t do a thing
the crazies settle in
slowed down by a bond of
spells and magic words
touch card with lips and stained fingertips
shiver and smoke into
By this lie
triangle and a red eye
skip the short trip
down memory lane
to watch roads stretch in time
I can only be myself,
pack bags and walk
singing lines from
‘the unholy book’.
Thanks for reading.