Jingus is a pipe dream

Jingus is a silky seam

Plingus got the roast began

Plingus delt the crit again

Smeltus left the books alone

Smeltus gave the chooks a bone

Veln danced for the evening frond

Veln frisked at the sometimes sun

Lognon gave his whip a shine

Lognon traversed the belt of time

Huptup soaked the bleach in rind

Huptup weaved a blue-rimmed shrine

Loplon gave me cloud for tea

Loplon ate the rubarb free

blinktus scrambled ectojelly

blinktus ran and tripped up nelly

Nelly bleeped the censored telly

Nelly pilled the coptered helly

Yunt shimmeyed the chimney dirty

Yunt simmered the kitchen curtly

Clingkin dreamed a moon so full

Clingkin slept upon his stool

Eleven ate the world it’s drippings

Eleven sieved at universal slipping

Freidun loved at the flower blooming

Freidun cowered at the violence looming

Cuplen grabbed at syphoned mist

Cuplen had all the girls his list

Frilip liked a little wander

Frilip ducked the urge to squander

Culin lances dandelion prancers

Culin terrified, lymphatic cancers

Altus silent, head bowed and bared

Altus crapulent among stallion’s mares

Icktup laps his colour from blood

Icktup juts chin punctuated stub

Shanti gilded a memory desire

Shanti embroidered an internal fire

Blincha curtsies to amphibious dreams

Blincha echoes the desire of queens

Kingly crumbled sand, an hourglass

Kingly wept his bride since past

Inklet probed a temporal sextant

Inklet wondered of reptiles extant

Haplit nurtured a solemn sound

Haplit frittered away the pounds

Frunkly travelled a world on left

Frunkly left the world bereft

Jinkun stuffed the hole yon full

Jinkun waded afraid of pool

Frum swayed arborous and gentle

Frum aloft, but lonely sentinel

Kin dissolved heartstrings of woe

Kin embraced both rich man n’ po’

Runsip nursed a wound suffered fool

Runsip chews fables of travellers cool

Versh echoed sentiment, forgotten beasts

Versh drank plentiful on plundered feast

Lonus craftily chiselled his haste

Lonus shyed from new dangers faced.

Flintung held the bird to ransom

Flintung’s reflection appeared quite handsome

As soon as we discover that we can change the physical make-up of everything around us with our thoughts alone, the value system will disappear and we will become immortal creatures existing in everything, everywhere. The first step is to strengthen our minds using honey as a telepathic conductor.

Is it a frond or blue feather, teasing your train of horse membrane.
Collected by the bannister and sorted into monolithic shrines.

Gleaming .. Wheezing .. Displeasing ..

Falling porous serpent fingers.
They shrink things into shapes for practical purposes.

Begging lawyers to fuck their mothers, one anothers, toes dripping deep almost fucking engulfed.
We slither forever with our grip pressed up against eachother.
Fornicating on beautiful bridges, glass embedded in our foregasm,

Ears are children of our temple laid out, decorating tonight.
If you swim, make it amongst the flipping energyo  o’ yo yo…

He persisted forward as the wind tore through his eyes and pounded against his motivation. Glistening moisture and light strain outlined his eyes. The journey was becoming arduous. It had taken great strength and serious loss to get to this point. Glancing back he noticed the thin film of a delicate past and how it encircled him with wondrous colours, touching him and teasing him. To his right was a semi-transparent creature holding great daffodils of various sizes and shapes, he was making soft teething sounds, like he had something to say but was strapped internally by the hands of his ancestors. The wind carried the creature aloft and left a sordid residue and a pleasant taste in the back of my throat.

I noticed a collection of shiny objects amongst the soil in the ground in front of me, gently exposed and glimmering the cool reflection of a unique cloud configuration. Looking up toward the sky and taking in heaving breaths, I trudged on.

As the path wound up along the edge, the weight of my mind and that of my visions ebbed into a feathery sweetness, heightened by the soothing sounds of the mechanics of the universe. I could feel the speed at which the earth was rotating and the strength of gravity hugging me to the ground. Mostly I could feel the intense energy blooming out of everything around me, intertwining my every sense.

Although the sense of everything alive was so magical and overwhelming, so was the isolation…

The sentinels in the sky were making decisions,
Crowding about and discussing their visions.
From a meek and tender, but beautiful man,
Came a flotilla of thoughts about animals and trees.
An elderly growled and sent flames from the sea,
To send him scorched and hurt forever, to live,
Bound by skin, on an enormous cold stone,
Amongst men, but completely alone.

I’ve got 10 fingers you’re under my nose I’m exploding inside step up to the stand and stand down like a man I’m going so fast catch me if you can its alive and enormous and seriously strange what I have to do is what I’m about to do. See if you can stop me and see if you care I always thought to myself that its the world that isn’t fair but now that I look up and down I see heavy people on the ground and in the air. Pushing me down and ignoring the truth I came to.. for you.. to show you the truth. At least I have courage and will that goes deep.. enough of this bullshit.. enough of this pain. Stop going so fast, its a game you won’t win if you play it that way. You will shrivel and sink and die more each day. How can you lie, I don’t mean to them.. what I mean is.. how can you live like you don’t understand when you do understand all the way through and through. Its hurting them too. Its ok if you cry we’re all going to die.. like anyone knows what happens next whether its angels or ghosts or nothingless endless. I’m afraid I have to be cos i feel it oozing and throbbing from everyone ’round me. Let it out, don’t tuck it back pushing it deeper and lower and further inside.

She sat herself down on the curb, and spat onto the brown of the concrete, head in her hands, her tongue evaporated and switchblades pushed up through the ground. It was sharp, this sound, of wet tunnel foam, this froth from the ground. Her neck cricked and the shadow of her muscles shivered at the sight of the switchblades reflecting the sun. A last resort hammer fell from the sky onto the foam that was a part of her thigh, her left hand gripped it, it fell apart and a blade wedged under her knee, the pain and the head of the hammer were echoing song. It was a bad day, a time to be strong. Pumping in breath she flicked off her leg which flew with a wet tail of red. She pushed herself up, looked at her path and looked to the sky.
“Today is a bad day to die”, and hopped her way home through the rain.

I like the sponge that sits on the flirtatious greek bench.
I get a taste of it’s cornea spotty at me.
Dusk.
Bandied by wind the tooth dislodges, crack! to the pave.
Crunch! Underfoot.. step after step after step.

Twinkle turn left.
Sparkle get back.
Tomorrow we’ll have a cart of beach kids, plumbing around.
Serving the den occupants.

Twisting their arms.
Touching their bums.

Overcast.
Another ring tone from the silent number.
Play with it.
Cool.

Daddy wouldn’t let me play with Jimmy, once daddy pushed me over the dunes and coarse sand stuck to my face, daddy was usually nice but he didn’t like Jimmy, “but he wears nice clothes!”.
“But he’s a shit!”, was the reply. I lost interest and left all over again, I took my face to another to another state and left my shoes behind.

It was a center of mass transit and I don’t remember getting there, I was on the 1st level and looking at a railroad map I ran my finger along the scar shaped coloured lines that intersected each other. The trains arrived and natives popped on, many of them hung on to the sides as there was not enough room inside, some showed blood and died, everday this happened at every hour, bodies were cleaned by men.
The trains ran on electricity and mainly underground. I decided to walk. Some workers were already cueing for the next train and I saw the glint of metal in their eyes and the bulge of assorted hand weapons, I saw no women and someone slipped on blood, children laughed.
I saw magazines on racks and a woman marching with a cake, someone coughed and a voice droned over the loudspeaker announcing something I didn’t need to hear.
I stepped through an arch and circled the railway cafe, faces gurgling and yapping and staining their throats with hot drinks, a man winked at me and I kept on.
Outside it was less chaotic, I went 15 blocks to Joseph’s. My shirt came off, we squeezed hands and ate pasta. He was different, smaller and looking into space, the television went on for hours and I left at night, he “wanted other girls” I pulled my jumper on and took my pillowcase, I offered to urinate on his face, raised my eyebrows and left.
At the station, the moon was high, and the block structure was a little warm, a pram was pushed in front of the train, a man in a helmet laughed, his gut wobbled. I smashed a native’s nose and wiped the blood on my thigh, girls were usually let on without incident. I got off at Chevellum, my home was far from antiseptic, I threw my autumn case down inside the door and tucked myself into bed and listened to Ben and Mona doing it through the wall. I slept.
I woke up dreaming of elephants and ants and myself in a chain gang and Joseph whipping me and the slam of the door behind a fleeting Ben. I wanted to masturbate but didn’t have the energy. I stepped through an odour and out the door picking up my pants as I went. Mona was in the hall on her knees scribbling on the wall in crayon. Last week it was pastels. She farted and mumbled something about coming on the carpet and breakfast never looking so good or something. I patted her like a dog and because of my shrug she went back to the wall. I thought about reading it all someday, knowing I wouldn’t.
After a shower and an unusually long time on the toilet thinking about miniature Joseph dolls drowning to porn music and about me being gorgeous to spite him, I ate an egg and trudged heavily out the door, there was no way I could work in the atmosphere Mona created and I respected that, it was her place and I loved wearing her clothes, they smelt like dope and sex and made guys look. I was never lazy in a sexy way or even close but guys still liked to look.
I hurried under clouds to Fast Eats and sat in front of my juice, my satchel was wet and I felt eccentric, “where’s my tartan belt and pipe?”.
I slept on my hands.
Straws were placed placed inbetween my fingers and there were creases from the cushion imbedded around my thigh. A sweat surrounded me and I blinked at my hands. The waitress looked over at me and I couldn’t help but laugh, she was really into it and festy, I should’ve tasted her way of life, it seemed appealing but I ignored it, anyway Roxy Music was playing on the juke and my presence was due elsewhere.
The fashion was to cross the road at intersections, but there were no cars and I trotted over hopefully unnoticed, like a mouse in a mall I went from hole to hole.

The sunday before the daschsunds met, the cooks were cleaning and steaming getting ready for the big spring cleaning. At the end of the rope they found a soilend bucket and thick hose. Huddling in a fortunate mass they smoked out the farmer and tied him up fast. He wouldn’t turn up this time. No, he wouldn’t shock the midwife and nurse the godmother. A great day was about and nothing would bring about mess.
Saturn leaped out upon eye upon eye. Distancing itself from frail minds and languid thoughts. The wise could see, the kids could see. The phone rang. Siblings excited and unhappy, bethrothed and apprehensive. If it all went to plan the sky would be blue and the birds would be singing. The men would be catatonic and rhythmic.
But it didn’t happen that way, the sun had other plans, and saturn flew straight on by. The birds all had to go south and the men… oh the men. Those snakes brought with them backstabbing ideas and signs of fortitude. Their garments were ripped, thread spilt everywhere. Their eyes where plastered at the seating arrangements, burning holes in the podium and gnashing at napkins.
There was no other choice and the rocks were the answers, every last one. Pummelling, pummelling till the bruises died down. At last there was breath, a time to let go, when nobody else could get through the phone.

At the point of completion the time said 4 and I saw the dragon in the dust. With his heart-ache smile and his stupid trust. He stared awhile and showed me a note, I followed his lead and jumped into sound, below the wind and on my knees I never felt anything like it. It couldn’t go further and then it snowed. In his eyes was the glassy reflection of the happiest smile. I opened my eyes and I saw that people had gathered to hear the sound and they’re lucky they did becouse it’ll never be the same again.

Toward the afternoon the shadows fell groundlike.

All the people squirming together in the square, pushing harder at one another. Faces morbid and tense, eyes twitching, waiting in expectation.

Up on the stand a man 12ft tall was escorted to the podium. A scream of feedback cut the noise of the 10 thousand people and the only noise left was that of the air vehicles hovering above.

His voice boomed out over the masses, inciting thought and new ideas. He spoke of mankind, of history, of love.

Toward the front of the stage there was a scuffle, a sneeze, a shout, a rebuttle. The offender was set alight and his burnt carcass was taken away.

The 12ft man pointed to the mountains looming up past the city and sent some closing thoughts echoing over the square.

The people, now equipped with a tremendous power went back to their homes, set them alight and walked silently toward the mountains.

‘I can’t go on like this…’,
Lena gave him an impatient look,
‘Can’t you just be satisfied?’, she stamped. Kyle went on, ‘…I need more, this isn’t enough.’Slumping into his chair he added,’What is it all about? Why are we here? ..to wake up, work, come home, sleep, what, what is it that we’re here for?…’
‘No-one has the foggiest idea why we’re here, so you may as well enjoy yourself, this mood you’re in will pass you know, it always does.’
She started tidying up the books that were strewn about the desk, placing them on a shelf a few feet to the side. With her back toward him she said, ‘Why do you need a reason? Can’t you just be alive?’ Kyle sighed.
‘..its always there, in the back of my head, this pesky little voice, it never goes away.’ Lena turned around, her dark hair bobbed in the light and her shoes squeaked in a gentle arc, ‘c’mon it’s getting dark, we better go soon. ‘Just be patient, if you have a special calling it will reach you in its own way, anyway what choice do you have?’
Kyle’s head rose slowly from his cupped hands, an emerging glint in his eyes, ‘Choice; what choice do I have?’ he repeated to himself slowly, ‘I’m a free man aren’t I? Ignoring the restrictions and responsibilites I’ve placed upon myself.’
‘Well sort of, after you count the laws and taxes.’
‘Yes, but they’re just guidelines we follow as members of society, they’re not hard to follow…’, he kept on, ‘As long as I stick within those guidelines, I have all the choice possible,’ his tempo slowed.
‘Barring physical and mental limitations?’, Lena added.
‘Yes, yes’, with an air of minor satisfaction Kyle rose and adjusted his litiger issue uniform to the casual position, the sleeves angled into a lengthy bias.
‘Is everything allright now?’ Lena insisted.
‘For now…’ In a different tone, ‘Which row did we arrange to meet these peddlars?’
‘Bandits’, she corrected, ‘they are thieves, not peddlars… row 12.’
‘Is Ayers coming too?’
‘Not till after nine.’
‘Great’ he mused, ‘It’s just up to us then.’
‘Yes, are you ready?’
Swinging his satchel off the desk and smiling he said, ‘Have you got your pleasure card, you might need it.’
Lena patted her chest to indicate it was around her neck and walked out into the hall in front of him, Kyle followed closing the door behind him and they walked down the walkway leading toward the compromise hall.

The dust stirred as they entered the large hall, this was neutral space and Kyle felt slight uneasiness, Lena boldly led the way. The walls rose up on either side to a height well over twenty metres, long narrow windows barred and plugged themselves along the length of the walls. Toward the back, some sombre, post-dusk moonlight fell across the room. Kyle felt like he had been awake for days and the heavy air was weighing upon him like he was the anchor to an enormous ship. He looked up and imagined the dark wooden panelling of the ceiling to be the immense underside of a pirates galley and around him were the swaying and ruinous scenes of underwater life.
They stepped throught the x-ray arch and the attendant gave a pensive nod like a butler and they professionallyhushed their way pass the long tables, a few meetings were going on and Kyle was relieved that it wasn’t the bustling peak madness of day. It was easy to fall into step behind Lena, she had great purpose and strong decisiveness, it helped him hide in the fabric of his sector-city and go unnoticed, these days it was best to draw as little attention to oneself as possible.

You all speak at once, dominating my internal ear. I piece together the calls and inject them into my PDA. My PDA transmits the signals and pheromones to my remote laboratory atop a hill, nested in the marshes of a secret place. Here, my kindly assistant deciphers the hidden meanings, nuances and treachery and immediately pipes them back, along with suggested conversational topics and remarks. When I pause mid-converstion this is probably the reason, unless my network is down and I become a languid mute.

The moon hung in the night sky, large and looming in the distance, ebbing across the horizon. The Howling of Majir Dogs sounded across the valley.
The hillside was crawling with discus soldiers, Wilt got off his stapion and crouched low, avoiding the enemy’s line of sight. He had until sunrise to get to Mt. Firnoe. There he could exchange his stapion, a great lean beast, perfect for agile movement across flat terrain, for a more robust animal. Something with endurance and strength, both of which the stapion was lacking. He wrenched himself up into the melched saddlery and siddled off inland, away from the westward bound convoy of discus soldiers.

When all the sounds come crashing down and then we feel just like it would if our hearts were in the right places. Then I feel okay, so okay. At the end of the day we look back, so far back, back to the beginning and from the beginning it looks so different. And you stare into space and when you stare into space you look so far forward and eventually your thought comes back and plunges deep into your mind. What a ride, what a roly-poly nonsense mess. What a strange and intensifying experience. What a real experience, so terrifyingly real; because it is real isn’t it? I am thinking always thinking and I see everything all at once, everywhere. I am everywhere and see everything, but I don’t know if it is real, is it? What would you do? Who are you? Where do you come from? Are you real? Can you see me? What is sight? Then you take a deep breath, feeling okay because no-one knows and its the end of the day and you have to sleep and then get up and do all that nothingness and think about other things. What things? What about other things? And then you stare into space. And then its the end of the day.