1. DIARY MOTH: FINAL
There is no connection
none connected
no thing connects
body and mind do not connect
spirit has no connections
no connections in heaven
There is no connection
none connected
no thing connects
body and mind do not connect
spirit has no connections
no connections in heaven
O lord of connections
may your children weep hailstones
out of their tiny little eyes azure
may I unearth sunbeams
and inhale moonlight glows
all the shit in the world
beyond the pillars of hercules
what venom of cobra politics?
economical yellow plague
or industrial smoggy devastation?
rivers gone murky with last night’s vomit?
constitutional homo-globalization
and jelly blood menstrual?
ice melting in paradise
electricity multiplying its own
electro spooky kind
las vegas proclaimed city of dust
expanding in all directions
bird flu a hoax
cancer a joke
“we are poisoning ourselves
with stone-cold self determination”
habitants of planet death
also known as blue planet
or planet earth
justified greed and thirst for blood
wanting to fuck your own mother
things got worse at last
george w. bush the third
king of the abyss
moves into the white house of horrors
fellow head hunter
kicked out of 10 downing street
“let us go please
leave us alone”
all we want to do is murder
no need to call the plumber
big green slimy germs can now finally flourish
giants on gnostic chemical junky
planet of mutants
where engines run on dead puppy’s excrement
and television is rubbish
where monsters do
go wild on beer
and lunatics rave high on gasoline
school girls impregnated
with mean bacteria
(brunette sneaks into pig stall)
let’s write the black book of ghosts
from scratch
without bringing the idea of god up
O buddha will save milky way
buddha will
with all enlightenment
and glittery of soul
nobody would ask you the time but buddha
cross-legged under a christmas tree
divine being of singing mermaids
help forget the past
years smoking hash
prophesies scribbled on bank notes
coca cola safer than sex
dr diablo white-eyed takes over 1948
(my old man would blow himself up
in a coffee shop on every new year’s eve
and I’d be standing there in a phone box
across the road
listless and rather absolute)
all a disaster
all a catastrophic black out
“humans are trying to fuck with us”
meowed the apple to the tree
roofing the ruins of the universe
flashy in gold and radio neon.
***
2. MORE OFTEN THAN NOT
People shopping go insane
I can see it in their eyes
the crazy way they push
their trolley up and down
the way they move about
I try to steer clear
of supermarkets at peak times
I’ve learned about their peak times
and who wouldn’t
the weekend is by far the worst time
anybody could pick out to go shopping
it really gets wild down there
they all look like
untamed beasts out hunting
they behave like hungry red-eyed sharks
circling underwater around their petty prey
at times though
they really do remind of chimps
jungle chimps shaking
a banana tree from beneath
hoping to get lucky
too lazy to climb right on top
and help themselves
damn, I can hear their little teeth grinding
and I can tell how unhealthy
their bloody crap must look like
by only checking once the filthy
contents of their baskets
and I always seem to come
to the same conclusion
people eat like shit
they stuff themselves with shit
but that’s what the big guys want
the more shit people eat
the more sick they might get
that’s the name of the game
hospitals need to be packed with sick people
or the wheel will stop spinning
if people were to be
all hale and hearty
there would be no need for doctors
and if there would be no doctors
to prescribe their dirty
drugs around
the money machine would begin
to choke on its own mucky vomit
and we don’t want that to happen
says the big guy
we need diabetic people
people who suffer from diarrhea
people to get kidney stones
high blood pressure
in some point in their miserable life
somebody has to suffer from acute dyspepsia
catch unexplained fever
get HIV from reading comic books
develop bad allergies
people need to contract tumours
that’s where the cash is, buddy
get them sick
and they will come back
asking for more
billions are made every year
selling death
on supermarket diabolic shelves
it’s everywhere you look around
in your canned food
in your fish and chips
in the little packets of chewing gum
you delibaretly poison your kids with
in your bags of unwashed potatoes
frozen ready meals
chicken dead in old age
people shopping go insane
they really do
and more often than not
I’m amongst them.
***
3. I TRY
I try
but I just can’t help it
it’s stronger than I am
it’s darker than shadows
a mountain to bring down
but I try
I try to blend in
it’s almost thirty years now
that I go to my bed telling myself
“alright, you’re going to wake up
and then you’re just
going to do what they do, alright”
I leave the house when I leave the house
only because there’s no bloody way around it
I don’t like the feeling of being out into the open
I don’t like what’s out there
I don’t like my car or anybody’s car
I don’t like taking the bus
I don’t like sitting in a taxi cab
I don’t like disco clubs
I don’t like supermarkets
restaurants and pubs
I don’t like the names given to streets
I don’t like the way they look at me
I don’t think I like anything about them
I don’t feel comfortable in their presence
I start itching all over
I get the hiccups
and then I shut my eyes
hoping they disappear
society is a dead mouse
and all this racing towards
the final chapter
it almost breaks my back
it smashes my dreams
the voice telling me
to push the button
put a rope around my neck
and jump out of the bed
I like my flower wet, she kept saying
I like my flower wet
is anyone getting over here and please
get my flower wet
we were sitting with our coffee at the table
in a busy chinese eating place.
***
4. SILVER MOONLIGHT
Disastrous movements
dusty whirlpools of despair
micro organisms in buggy pants
riding in automobile slow darkness
underwater lone foolishness
hot sand and smoking seaweed
with chewing spider mouthparts
and tiny reptile teeth razor-sharp
ghost cellos howl thru city pyramids
symbolizing serpent wet dream
solidifying of mad pandemonium
street chaos
fear of vague strangers
in scrubby trench coats jumping off rooftops
into the guts of night black windows cracking
woman moaning somewhere in bed
between white-bearded beast in the attic
and venus down the hall
flying sources over catacombs
yellow submarines across tearful skies of gasoline
miss world with anorexia weeping stone storms
a new moon to get obsessed with
frogs squashed and crickets
alight in afternoon rust
aeroplanes spilling citizens past the wasteland
bloodshot sunny eyed negroes
hunted down by yankee supernatural craziness
the white devil under female form
trapped inside its own stiff body
sullen and floating across centuries
of stone cold imperfection
sweet music jazz trumpets
the old man looking funny leaning against a tree
wasn’t that old after all
“life’s a puff of smoke,” he cried
dogs barking on the other side of the fence
black hole sucking galactic stardust
hurricane dancing mambo
cattle groaning mellow
“I’m not having it,” one says to the other
what’s in the box?
***
5. THE VOICES
The cars keep on flashing by the window
one by one at a steady pace
it’s not been long since
I’ve been suddenly awakened
by the door ringing
I couldn’t be bothered getting up
too much of an effort, anyway
I wasn’t expecting anyone in particular
so I just let whoever that might have been
play around with the doorbell
till eventually got tired with it and walked off
getting out of bed in the morning is murder
but on that occasion it had to be done
I had booked an appointment with the doctor
the voices were all gone unexpectedly
and it kind of worried me a bit
since they had been with me
for the last thirty years or so
and now they were gone
and I didn’t know what to do without them
without them telling me what to say
telling me what to write
without them forecasting the weather
the doctor, an old lady from the east somewhere
tells me “that is good news, finally”
and that I should keep on taking
my medicine regularly
until she recommends otherwise
bullshit, I thought
I want my voices back
and so I got home
and chucked those stinking pills
straight into the rubbish bin
and sit for a while in the kitchen
then moved onto the couch in the living room
then back into the kitchen
poured myself a drink
smoked a cigarette by the window
and the cars kept on flashing by
and the trees got quiet out there
and the tv said no signal
and the bed seemed a lifetime away
“I wonder when they’ll be back”
that morning I saw the sun rising
and it didn’t do nothing to me.
may your children weep hailstones
out of their tiny little eyes azure
may I unearth sunbeams
and inhale moonlight glows
all the shit in the world
beyond the pillars of hercules
what venom of cobra politics?
economical yellow plague
or industrial smoggy devastation?
rivers gone murky with last night’s vomit?
constitutional homo-globalization
and jelly blood menstrual?
ice melting in paradise
electricity multiplying its own
electro spooky kind
las vegas proclaimed city of dust
expanding in all directions
bird flu a hoax
cancer a joke
“we are poisoning ourselves
with stone-cold self determination”
habitants of planet death
also known as blue planet
or planet earth
justified greed and thirst for blood
wanting to fuck your own mother
things got worse at last
george w. bush the third
king of the abyss
moves into the white house of horrors
fellow head hunter
kicked out of 10 downing street
“let us go please
leave us alone”
all we want to do is murder
no need to call the plumber
big green slimy germs can now finally flourish
giants on gnostic chemical junky
planet of mutants
where engines run on dead puppy’s excrement
and television is rubbish
where monsters do
go wild on beer
and lunatics rave high on gasoline
school girls impregnated
with mean bacteria
(brunette sneaks into pig stall)
let’s write the black book of ghosts
from scratch
without bringing the idea of god up
O buddha will save milky way
buddha will
with all enlightenment
and glittery of soul
nobody would ask you the time but buddha
cross-legged under a christmas tree
divine being of singing mermaids
help forget the past
years smoking hash
prophesies scribbled on bank notes
coca cola safer than sex
dr diablo white-eyed takes over 1948
(my old man would blow himself up
in a coffee shop on every new year’s eve
and I’d be standing there in a phone box
across the road
listless and rather absolute)
all a disaster
all a catastrophic black out
“humans are trying to fuck with us”
meowed the apple to the tree
roofing the ruins of the universe
flashy in gold and radio neon.
***
2. MORE OFTEN THAN NOT
People shopping go insane
I can see it in their eyes
the crazy way they push
their trolley up and down
the way they move about
I try to steer clear
of supermarkets at peak times
I’ve learned about their peak times
and who wouldn’t
the weekend is by far the worst time
anybody could pick out to go shopping
it really gets wild down there
they all look like
untamed beasts out hunting
they behave like hungry red-eyed sharks
circling underwater around their petty prey
at times though
they really do remind of chimps
jungle chimps shaking
a banana tree from beneath
hoping to get lucky
too lazy to climb right on top
and help themselves
damn, I can hear their little teeth grinding
and I can tell how unhealthy
their bloody crap must look like
by only checking once the filthy
contents of their baskets
and I always seem to come
to the same conclusion
people eat like shit
they stuff themselves with shit
but that’s what the big guys want
the more shit people eat
the more sick they might get
that’s the name of the game
hospitals need to be packed with sick people
or the wheel will stop spinning
if people were to be
all hale and hearty
there would be no need for doctors
and if there would be no doctors
to prescribe their dirty
drugs around
the money machine would begin
to choke on its own mucky vomit
and we don’t want that to happen
says the big guy
we need diabetic people
people who suffer from diarrhea
people to get kidney stones
high blood pressure
in some point in their miserable life
somebody has to suffer from acute dyspepsia
catch unexplained fever
get HIV from reading comic books
develop bad allergies
people need to contract tumours
that’s where the cash is, buddy
get them sick
and they will come back
asking for more
billions are made every year
selling death
on supermarket diabolic shelves
it’s everywhere you look around
in your canned food
in your fish and chips
in the little packets of chewing gum
you delibaretly poison your kids with
in your bags of unwashed potatoes
frozen ready meals
chicken dead in old age
people shopping go insane
they really do
and more often than not
I’m amongst them.
***
3. I TRY
I try
but I just can’t help it
it’s stronger than I am
it’s darker than shadows
a mountain to bring down
but I try
I try to blend in
it’s almost thirty years now
that I go to my bed telling myself
“alright, you’re going to wake up
and then you’re just
going to do what they do, alright”
I leave the house when I leave the house
only because there’s no bloody way around it
I don’t like the feeling of being out into the open
I don’t like what’s out there
I don’t like my car or anybody’s car
I don’t like taking the bus
I don’t like sitting in a taxi cab
I don’t like disco clubs
I don’t like supermarkets
restaurants and pubs
I don’t like the names given to streets
I don’t like the way they look at me
I don’t think I like anything about them
I don’t feel comfortable in their presence
I start itching all over
I get the hiccups
and then I shut my eyes
hoping they disappear
society is a dead mouse
and all this racing towards
the final chapter
it almost breaks my back
it smashes my dreams
the voice telling me
to push the button
put a rope around my neck
and jump out of the bed
I like my flower wet, she kept saying
I like my flower wet
is anyone getting over here and please
get my flower wet
we were sitting with our coffee at the table
in a busy chinese eating place.
***
4. SILVER MOONLIGHT
Disastrous movements
dusty whirlpools of despair
micro organisms in buggy pants
riding in automobile slow darkness
underwater lone foolishness
hot sand and smoking seaweed
with chewing spider mouthparts
and tiny reptile teeth razor-sharp
ghost cellos howl thru city pyramids
symbolizing serpent wet dream
solidifying of mad pandemonium
street chaos
fear of vague strangers
in scrubby trench coats jumping off rooftops
into the guts of night black windows cracking
woman moaning somewhere in bed
between white-bearded beast in the attic
and venus down the hall
flying sources over catacombs
yellow submarines across tearful skies of gasoline
miss world with anorexia weeping stone storms
a new moon to get obsessed with
frogs squashed and crickets
alight in afternoon rust
aeroplanes spilling citizens past the wasteland
bloodshot sunny eyed negroes
hunted down by yankee supernatural craziness
the white devil under female form
trapped inside its own stiff body
sullen and floating across centuries
of stone cold imperfection
sweet music jazz trumpets
the old man looking funny leaning against a tree
wasn’t that old after all
“life’s a puff of smoke,” he cried
dogs barking on the other side of the fence
black hole sucking galactic stardust
hurricane dancing mambo
cattle groaning mellow
“I’m not having it,” one says to the other
what’s in the box?
***
5. THE VOICES
The cars keep on flashing by the window
one by one at a steady pace
it’s not been long since
I’ve been suddenly awakened
by the door ringing
I couldn’t be bothered getting up
too much of an effort, anyway
I wasn’t expecting anyone in particular
so I just let whoever that might have been
play around with the doorbell
till eventually got tired with it and walked off
getting out of bed in the morning is murder
but on that occasion it had to be done
I had booked an appointment with the doctor
the voices were all gone unexpectedly
and it kind of worried me a bit
since they had been with me
for the last thirty years or so
and now they were gone
and I didn’t know what to do without them
without them telling me what to say
telling me what to write
without them forecasting the weather
the doctor, an old lady from the east somewhere
tells me “that is good news, finally”
and that I should keep on taking
my medicine regularly
until she recommends otherwise
bullshit, I thought
I want my voices back
and so I got home
and chucked those stinking pills
straight into the rubbish bin
and sit for a while in the kitchen
then moved onto the couch in the living room
then back into the kitchen
poured myself a drink
smoked a cigarette by the window
and the cars kept on flashing by
and the trees got quiet out there
and the tv said no signal
and the bed seemed a lifetime away
“I wonder when they’ll be back”
that morning I saw the sun rising
and it didn’t do nothing to me.
