ROOT

Try to imagine city streets that whisper 

the words 'Monkeys everywhere, Monkeys everywhere, 

all in your head, Monkeys jumping 

all over your bed ...  

Fat haunch, oozing forward,

Gnarled teeth and cock-eyed malice,

delirious with laughter, 

hell bent on destruction, smashing 

the good china -

Admittedly, we can chop off 

the head of a tyrant, return the 

serve of recklessness they put 

in our lives.

SEX

I'd sleep with a man, give nature 

a kick in the arse because fairness has 

nothing to do with that which is willed ...

It is nonsense to ask of God whether or 

not he cares, same as the stupidity in worrying 

over the bad seeds that have been spilled.

DEVIL

In the eyes a demon rests,

It belongs to aeon wrestling 

around.

When I was young, I thought 

things would last forever, like the hills

and fields around my home.

Now they are gone, covered

in concrete slabs sponsored by

Seanie Fitzpatrick and David Drumm.

LOVE

We only knew each other in the 

comfort of our own hearts, never

in words, or touch. Never

in the same room 

with a naked light ...

Did we fall that far apart? It is 

utterly strange, no good, no bad

no hope, no fear. It is

out of our hands. I'll be peacefully

fatal, here and now with you.

SONG

I shout for nowhere and

I live in nobody,

I talk to the mute and I

see the blowing wind.

I touch the clouds and

I smell the taste,

I burn the water and

I listen to play,

I wash the dried up and

I chop the prepared,

I do the undone and

I love the unloved.

MADNESS

Still thunderstorms spin

the eye as the fly by. Continue 

to write in spite of your health, 

feel the wounds, care not for death, 

for it will come no 

matter what to sweep things 

away. Do not go to bed early,

stay here and mark the falling words

at the end of the working day.

PEACE

It does no good to turn in on thought

wading through the wires with one or 

two things,ever-pleating upon themselves. 

The devil can do what he wants. I'll ignore 

the trickery and take all the hits. I'll observe

the thorny patterns and make of them a quilt, 

under which will lie the whispers and sighs of 

all the women who have ever loved me.