gather up the plans
the smoking end
the lavender glade

is awake at the bend
the gentle river width
that flows

like candle burning monks
whom know

and hopi eyes
the brother twins
that walk the skies
beyond the mayan
moments thrill

the tender madness
in the mask
greeting the morning
here at last

set auto lock
and hide the keys
its time to watch
the hungry movement
in the trees

all of that which
has become and leads
what history sees

Where will I be tomorrow.
will you be there
to light my way
or will I be elecrtrc blue.
elrctricity
sparkling colors bright..
will I know ecstasy
when here I end
or will I be disappointed
again.

While searching for some recipes
Killer heard of something new to try
Cannabis smoked froggy legs
He heard it from some hippie guy

Frog legs smoked in weed
Where can I get a frog?
There’s a swamp here in the city
A place that’s called “Vale’s Bog”

But the water is frozen over
It’s cold, winter-time right now
No frogs to be seen here-a-bouts
Have to wait for my froggy chow

Then, as Killer thought it hopeless,
much to his surprise
What did he see, just walking,
right before his eyes?

Just a few hours more
about half a day for the rest
for each timezone on the globe
we tear off the last sheet of our calendars
and sixty minutes after midnight
into the new year we find ourselves
at the doorstep of 1AM
the First Year After Maya
Happy New Year to each one
take this gift as a new leash on life
Your world has not ended, yet
And there is much still to be and do!

Vomit spewing everywhere,
On her face and in her hair
Pretty girl of yesteryear
Dead drunk

Angry man at passing station
Does he represent the nation?
Fights his friend of yesteryear
Dead drunk

Unable to stand upright
rowdy reveller of the night
Damaged liver from yesteryear
Dead drunk

Singing loudly, beer in hand
Unconscious to their fellow man
Enforced ASBO yesteryear
Dead drunk

Creak Creak.
The wooden steps beneath my feet as I walk deeper down the dungeons corridor. The light of the lantern above leads me, though I know not where. Brick laid walls are all I see, the dimensions seemingly coming closer with each step.
Turning and turning, lower and lower.
Haunting vibrations run through my spine as I hear a shrill noise. Bellowing voices call out below, like cries from the depths of hell.
Further still, I venture.

GOODBYE 2012 (31/12/12 @15.00)

This interminable, lousy, day is sucking its last breath
When it finally strikes twelve, my clock is done.
Another year, Dear God, another; filled with storms and death.
"TICK_TOCK,"; yet one more mother lost a son.

I tightly shut my eyes and squeeze my hands on ears and mouth
But any way to save some, I don't know
The Northern gales, fringed with my tears, are tearing at my house.
I find exhausted Goldfinch in the snow .

COME BACK HOME!

Moment you made me, your love destination
I knew heaven had lost an angel for my sake
Nothing I dread like missing and losing you.

Waking up and knowing
You are not by me hurts like
A million arrows to my soul
Yes! I did hurt you with one
But now! I bleed from too many
Shots from your innocence
Darling save my heart!

Come see the pain in my heart
It bleeds with guilt

Sausages and chips,
sauces and dips,
thoughts of them
has me licking my lips
forgetting the hips

So I'm going to back away
as I remember
what my granny used to say
makes me smile
as I recall her sniggers
"little pickers, bigger knickers"

We stopped at Yonkers.