Please stop running!
Don't you know how hard it is
to move in rotting skin?
Its so damn frustrating!!

Its not fair, I tell you
I only need your brain to feed
but I can't have a fill
coz you have the speed!

Can't someone help me?
My right eye popped out again
I hate these wriggly worms,
they are driving me insane

I wanted to scream
but it came out as a groan.
It's pathetic, I must admit
my real voice is long gone

I woke up in knots,
not knowing which way
the wind would blow.

Breath fouled
by a passing cloud,
not knowing which way to go.

A Pigeon flew
like unstuck glue,
disappearing in the cloud.

I shook my head
and looked for bread,
all I could find were crumbs.

The clock struck one
and I ran down,
like a rat amongst the crowd.

Stocks were trading
gold and silver,
bread was least on the listing.

I trudged back to my hole
the Pigeon was already home,
in mock absurdity.

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This isn't about Valentine
coz I dont believe in it,
but it's still about the heart
and how to keep it fit.

Try to manage your stress,
give anxiety a rest,
or annoying life pressures
would lastly take your best.

Cut down the harmful sweets
which put on an extra weight
and follow a healthy diet
before it's really late.

At last a subject to get my teeth into
With that underlying current of pulsating red gold
Yum Bloody Yum

Soft flesh the kiss of death
Or if you like everlasting flight
I is the creature of the night

Yesterday I wore shades but to no avail
The mere thought of day made me feel queer
Bring on the shadows

The night I first had a fright
I had seen all the vampire films there were
Gorgeous woman and lots of blood everywhere

Where do the oceans go?

The waves get lost
tumbling between the shambles
of lived 'pon rocks,
the shells dissolved into crude Fibonaccis
and I have let my spirituality go
for a frank and forgiving answer:

"Mother nature don't give a damn!"

Today was 35 degrees and I joined Sydney
down at the beach where the seaweed
washes up in flocks along the shore.
That coogee smell...

Silent Enemy

They’re getting closer now…
I can feel their eyes
searching for me.

The sound of sticks snapping
beneath their feet.

The sweat on my brow
breaks free in a bead…
stinging my eyes.
Oh God…please help me!

They break through the brush…
my silent enemies.
Knowing they too are hunted
and pray respectively.

Then all at once
with a loud surprise
they fall to the earth
with moans and cries.

Silence again…
with no sweat on my brow.

By: Sharon Jones

How pathetic it is
when a man sees his value in currency
though he is born priceless!

When Jonny comes marching home again,
hurrah, hurrah.
When Jonny comes marching home again,
hurrah, hurrah.
They all will cheer and they all will shout,
the ladies they will all turn out
and we’ll all feel gay when Jonny comes marching home.

You haven’t an arm, you haven’t a leg,
a-roo, a-roo.
You haven’t an arm, you haven’t a leg,
a-roo, a-roo.
You haven’t an arm, you haven’t a leg,
they sent you home with a wooden peg
and we’ll all feel gay when Jonny comes marching home.

My train has already left the station, but
for some strange reason I’m still standing on the platform waiting.
I don’t know if I can handle another journey or
at least the station stops in between.

You say the scenery along the way will be worth the trip.
But can I cope with those long dark tunnels?
Or do I even want to.
And I’d hate to start the journey just to get my
ticket punched half way through.

wan err one air, won ere
weir wear ware circus citrus cirrus
night of Norse moon sea horse

frequency keep less alert
deciduous pluck
plough implore prow
filthy barn-shed
in blink bleak beak
leak lick link foreskin pirates
cross-bone

my lip covers your eye, earth
partial patents patient
pod room
pogrom statuesque stentorian
slip lip sleep leap
canoes the pointed toe
slander toupee tendon
now the light is all taken,
by darkness