Life is Torment

especially in the morning

when I cannot think

when my mind is in

broken pieces

all around

yet without it

I cannot live

somehow it gives me

the sense of

an impossible

unavoidable situation

and it is raining

fire and ice

I know my head

my heart

can’t keep up

my body ill

and tired

I still carry on

cursing.

Mortality Hangs Over Our Head

anytime we could be gone

and there’s no coming back

anything could happen to us

and in the big picture

our differences don’t matter

it makes sense to look out

for each other

rather than fight

all these wars

they are so horrendous

children dying

such shattering images

that break our spirit

and leave it lost

what do we gain

by doing harm

why this violence

these bombs and bullets

this spilling of

innocent blood

when will it stop?

The World is Killing

The pressure on my mind

from the news

bad news

makes me wither

like the fallen feather

of a bird

and I feel guilty

of having

a good time

ignoring the deaths

of my fellow

brothers and sisters

life is maddening

whatever misfortune

caused me to be born

made me a spirit torn

so ashamed I feel like

my head is being shorn. 

Today I Had to Physically Move the Sun

from breaking into my head

I distinctly heard my stomach

call my surname

though that was of no help

then a hammer said

it could sort out the problem

and rose to the sky

banging away at its corners

to realign it

shouting out to me push push

and I used all my strength

till I moved the damn thing

now when I look at my hands

there are two paradises there

and I rub my eyes with them

as the dead come alive

pumping their fists

in the air

when everyone finally makes it

the universe cries

hurrah hurrah hurrah

and starts running

its solo race again.

The Mad Beast

lunges towards me

it is an animal

I have never seen before

not a creature this big

almost covering

the sky

its colour ash grey

like death

its horns it now

points towards

my body

and there it is

on the attack

and I jump out

of the way

and the demon

with its evil

its idiocy

gets its head

buried in the Earth

and it can’t

pull it out

and I stand by

and watch

while the devil

thrashes about

till it is still

and disappears

as it dies.

Heat Moves through my Head

and fire my body

this has burned

my brain

and turned my heart

to ash

I live though

and breathe blood

and when I walk

my footsteps make

the street melt

whatever I look at

quickly crumbles

to dust

so I close my eyes

not wanting

anymore

destruction

then a bell

begins to ring

in my ears

and it is so loud

I scream in pain

as roots of trees

break open

the ground

and grab me

dragging me

under the Earth

are you stupid

to be up  there

they ask me

and not knowing

what to say

I keep quiet

then they bring me

the carcass

of a human

and shout

eat this

and I dig into

the flesh

and start gorging

on it greedily.

My Head Feels like it’s Inside a Clothes Dryer

my thoughts whirling in heat

my mind is a blur

an old black and white TV screen

with bad transmission

and I sit at my window

looking outside

and I watch the green trees

and the bright sunlight

through it

and I look at the vehicles

and the people

but most of all I look

at the birds flying

knowing the world

will end.