Great wanna-be silverback ape

tells me my ancestors must

Have been crocodile gods:

I pay no attention to

His chinless chatter-noises,

I will not argue with a fool. Continue reading

Away From Suitcase Words

Taking my dilemma-seat on the red-eye express –
Please let it be a save-soul flight
Hoping to be carried away from
Cheap hotel rooms and suitcase words
Towards a different kind of trigger light.

Brown sugar call, insistent demand,
Throbbing troll-drum loud
In my outlaw head.

Need the savage high-born,
Black panther lady in my bed.
If more-than-yellow survival
And deep desert-gold redemption
Are the witch’s corkscrew goals
Conquest, consummation and satisfaction
Are fantasy’s waypoints and evolution’s tolls.



Put your faith in
The blind life-savers
In distinctive yellow jacket uniforms;
In the rainbow evolutions,
The status queue,
Purple’s endless revolutions;
Those who cross the lines for us
Every week:
In today, first;
Then tomorrow.