THE ARCTIC DIARIES

FANTASTIC.

2011-09-14T06:16:00.001-07:00

You walk wet with fire sweat

bleeding coragously a corrosive serum

- your metal shanks hawling bodies and torsos

from your sea trawl.

Be with them but don’t be them.

.never remembering to forget

.your parents chewed your nails

.not sharp enough to dig the dirt when they came to take you from your best bed

they folly - you take inwards a bail of breath

swallow gulping... my manufactured love

- tastes like plastic

- undigestable but still

Fantastic.

Bumble Bees

2011-09-10T12:58:00.001-07:00

You and your words and your timing completely threw me
I know you best when you dance like your dying to free
All of your guts and your hide till their blue baby
You and your horse belt a saddle like graffite
Built like a Crain with the words you said last night
you hold a stature to pride a gazelle on
Feeding your hunger with greek watermelon

But over it goes
Blowing like cotton freedom
Drinking my tears
God forbid you see them
And these are my fears
Eloping with honesty

gagging like bumble bees

hanging in bruges
Erupting your noose

Burnt

2011-08-21T14:29:00.000-07:00

and he came forth
with so many legs and a spinal collum
flailing tenticular and wiresome
breathing a hollar for the game front
and bleeding in horror as his team burnt

wide blue
free fleeting bellies moan and consume
and I for one will un-do
all the flowers my sick tongue blooms

The Beauty of Sleep.

2011-08-12T16:03:00.000-07:00

Every nook a blessed home for a limb of mine to sleep

belief and belonging braves my eyes to close and dream

our fleeting hours become a monument solid and traceable

and i conceive of my becoming in our womb like an interior

I long to sleep and lay and breathe shallow in our spirit pool

of golden orchid and the midas that cavorts within your touch

bringing speech to my skin as words fall blissfully I weep

for the beauty of it all, for the beauty of our sleep.

.

2011-07-14T14:57:00.000-07:00

Take my eyes before they're savaged by the nights undeadly sun

Bleating deep like navigation in the sweet aquarium

And call me lady foolsum as I use my hands to run

In the hours after Dawn and just before you come

The only man I ever loved

The only man I'll ever take

Deep into my being

So as never to mistake

You with the only man

He who came and reaped

As I learned to run my distance

Love, I also learned to weep

.

2011-05-27T18:10:00.000-07:00

You once said to me "what is the purpose of achievement if we die in spite of it".

Later you were to ask "what else matters if we love each other?"

Well what, my dear, is the purpose of love? We die in spite of that too.

Seedlings

2011-05-27T18:04:00.000-07:00

And who knew it was all to go so wrong?

In those tender nights. As spring drew it's veil and we drove our flags high through the avenues of our youth... Be best our Sunday clothes, and fragmental our follies in the high grass. I hope for youth to retain it's meaning in you, and our memories to rotate around your blessed body as a satellite to remind you of our once being in your next skin. Let me be a line in your face at least. For in those days of old, stories untold as moments unfolded, and skin was bold and bright like the flight of a seedling. Who knew it would all go so wrong?

2011-05-26T06:00:00.000-07:00

When I hear the thunder clap.

It's for you.

congratulations baby on all your winnings

lay me ruined and blue

When I see your face just growing

and leaking like you do

I got to say, its all your own

if you still say you never knew...

Ive got a present for you baby

laying on my desk

I like to laugh at thinking

I ever knew you best

your a curse delivered daily

and I know you're knocking flames

like Poseidon's fractious lungs

drowning dahlia's by name

Your lady's waiting

2011-05-24T17:57:00.000-07:00

Be the man you claim to be

Don't waste the breathe I'm bating

I know you now and you know me

So go, your lady's waiting

She'll dress you fine you know she will

And feed you with her fame

And sit upon your window sill

Til you don't know my name

Our time was all I hungered for

The life we were creating

But I know you now and you know me

So go, your lady's waiting

Her words cascade like fountains do

Her gowns adorn your floor

And she'll be there as I hoped her to

Til I exist no more

I'd been your sweetheart and she my friend

I found you both elating

But I know you now and so I know I

should go...

Your lady's waiting.

Fickle sin.

2011-05-24T17:18:00.001-07:00

Such besting pain befalls my veins

So slight one dawn it crippled me

Your stranded limbs flew like an encore

I sought for land but found your shore

Cocophony bleed my body dry

I tried but knew not what for

And here a stand a sorry man

On some old street at someone's door

Follow me, be with me still

I pondered against fury

I'd bless your banks against my will

And stand before your jury

But time it heels and my hard skin

Grew over all those nerves

That danced for you like fickle sin

More so than you deserved

2011-05-24T17:18:00.000-07:00

You are the gate that I long to close

Your hinges as old as rocket fuel

One mighty man with tallons blew

A gail at first light and so I knew

Nothing more can be for us

Our spinal spiral trapped our nerves

Be blessed and be heard my love

But stay clear and not of my wars

You are the pillar I once climbed

A sky cry so tall your head was blind

And I, your matador, threw so many spines at you a raging bull the blood I drew

Nothing more can be for us

We wasted love on what was lust

A flood of insistence that we be so right

How wrong we were on those hot nights

And now at home as I draw close

To homely pages of our book

I praise our time but please, this know

Don't call for me - I will not look.

FAKING

2011-05-18T01:59:00.000-07:00

It is easy for you, lady of the lake

to claim to understand the hand from which you take

but a coward can crawl and deny any sort of undertaking

of courage and honesty in the face of such faking

she uses words and a pan pipe to utter absurdities

claiming she's living in the hollows of elder trees

whilst honking your praises for the kingdom to hear

atleast you'll always know when she's near

As the sun sets over your budding youth

and you claim to know yourself and those who love you

take a second, just one, not a few..

and ask who provided the truth

he was too scared, or young, or confident

and he broke you with words of indifference

a master of transfer its not me its her

and here i am writing words as if all this will help.

LilliPutt

2010-02-27T02:23:00.000-08:00

"Let twisted feet, and the hooves of the sun ride east and then gallop over love, and then gallop right back over me. Let us ride on these seas, til your pupils see no reason to dilate in the face of me. A hungry hand, I will not stand to feed, a root for to absorb the poison of your rhapsody.

A will, A way, and fair well little one, for time must not be wasted in gaze of such a lucid sun."

.

2010-01-17T05:30:00.000-08:00

I wish to be alone when I die, for fear of seeing the end, in another persons eyes.

Mile High Club

2009-07-16T12:29:00.000-07:00

I saw you, your gilded lashes were cages for the routine dancing in your eyes. Lakes releaseing rivers down your cheeks.

He came cutting through the feilds
all high and gallant
with no cracks in his shield
a better way to die
I promise i’ll be with you
when you go, so worry not
i’ll let you know
all you forgot
cos your brain wont let you remember
yeah, your a member
of the mile high club, the fishing alliance, the boots advantage card holders, the leonard cohen fanclub, the parent teacher assosciation. your a vitctim of inflation, of the great debate, of all those things you love and hate, you won't ever let anyone, tell you what you dont want to hear, your an embracer of space and a victim of fear, you’ll let nothing destroy you, but let everything in, your overwieght now, but you used to be thin, and all that I tell you, everything's true, all integral parts of the being of you, and although you dont know it, you are happy to make true, the life that you love and the death that will take you.

The Divine Matrix

2009-07-16T04:10:00.000-07:00

"Riding the stained glass back of glory towards the war between modern day idiocy and the Divine Matrix"

Red Loafers

2009-05-08T02:14:00.000-07:00

'The most wondrous sense of dread, tripping and two stepping around this brain in a pair of red loafers.stop this now, or i shall recoil, dancing, into immortal infallibility with the rest of these god damn chancers...'

Rest Assured

2009-03-25T06:34:00.000-07:00

"I saw them fillet you, and lay you on the counter. Fall asleep, honest, it's coming, and it's all but undeserved. Rest assured, I will be sleeping, and of absolutely no help to you in your time of distress...."

True Happiness

2009-03-25T06:25:00.001-07:00

"True happiness is neither true, nor a happy concept. It is merley a cruel ignorance of the reality of situation. Clouding clear judgement with the intangible mist of comfort, and producing no influence for to keep with the search, deluding us and leaving us to fish in the river of none consiquence...."

Grandpa's a packhorse

2009-03-25T06:16:00.000-07:00

"Granpa's a packhorse these days. I saw him, he passed the window with the world in his hair. Glowing silver like the last moments of everything, the last spark of existance imploding and dancing with beautiful kinetic trickery. In that moment he was younger than his first breath, and rightly so, for his fortunes had culminated to all but the one thing he valued most, his youth and the ignorance that came with it...."

Leather

2009-03-10T02:20:00.000-07:00

"He sat below his fortunes, shadows cast, now melting like the frost that bit his memories, all scarred like those guys at gas stations, leather skinned and baseball capped. Filling up your dreams for all but one dollar and the scent of escape. ‘light a match, and we’ll both be gone’..."

Take A Seat

2009-01-20T07:53:00.000-08:00

"Take a seat, this moment's getting old."

Waffle Irons

2009-01-19T15:01:00.001-08:00

"Shining golden like the devils back paws, dreaming seamlessly like a night of waffle irons."

Welcome

2009-01-19T05:57:00.001-08:00

"Oh! To ride astride the back of this youth, talons ablaze with the sorry sight of freedom. What world will welcome such a child, whose arms quite understand the burden of its other lovers hands."

VHS

2009-01-19T05:33:00.000-08:00

"Sometimes I want to rewind my tape, as long as my first breath and further. To once again be a tenant of the womb and a student at the school for parasites and the hard of loving".

Blue Print's For My Beard Farm

2009-01-19T05:08:00.000-08:00

So here is an example of the blue prints for my new project OPERATION BFCC or 'Beard farm for the cultivation of chin-wigs'. This is not the actual blue print. I just lifted this one of the 'AYP campus' off google images. I will be taking orders from June onwards, so if your jaw line is lonely, get yourself a Chin-wig. Our client list already includes Shania Twain and that geeky kid off The Wonder Years. Word.

Eye Brows

2009-01-19T04:06:00.000-08:00

"My darling's a beast, who waits in the yard for the dawn. Where he wails as he feast's, on the roses and all of their thorns. Alas, no voice he has, and a voice he must have for to shout, and a light that is baring such secrets is sure to burn out. I say sleep quiet, sharpen your teeth, and emerge from this body your soul is impounded beneath. Make haste, for your brow is solid steel, if only for a moment more. This life is all you have."

Holy Inconsistency, I Still Bare Your Shrapnel.

2009-01-18T16:05:00.000-08:00

Written 31/10/08

"I lost him one morning to the illegal bluebells. He made a B-line for escape. I wasn't invited. As always a mere catalyst to get him to where he wanted to be. A chemical reaction to excel him in the race towards self acceptance. And the consequence, the explosion of my heart. Now in a frame upon his bedroom wall, painted blue like his eyes and his words, smooth like the underside of his forearms, high like his mind, and hard like goodbye my love, I will never forget, and that is the worst thing".

"Be Nice To Me"

2009-01-18T15:54:00.000-08:00

All in one sky. Tread on stone paths. "Be nice to me, my daughters are all consultant doctors."

Other I

2009-01-18T15:34:00.001-08:00

'Other I, so free as to the wind I call a bird. Tis I, sweet land - So furnish my feet with your dusted hands, and squander my attempts to shut out the day. For the sun will rise, and set. But miss it I will, when doused in fiery fear, of letting any new words near'.

Noah - Rodent love

2009-01-18T15:08:00.000-08:00

'Find me, for I am lost upon a road. Swaying wild on tip his middle finger. Dust go left, dust go right, but never balance. I could escape with you, but such dependence rides on waves of only those whom you may truly trust. Another comment for to thrust amongst the shattered embers that his cold words embrace. My own creation, now to breath and separate. I wish only for gateways, and looking passed the glaze of the rest of life's eyes'.

Good Mourning

2009-01-18T14:05:00.000-08:00

'A morning parade, The gold of the day. So soft to approach - So quick to away. I love you this time, And always will wake. To greet you thy morning, For my sad heart's sake'.

Sweet Aorta

2009-01-18T12:57:00.000-08:00

Never be so foolish as to underestimate the sadness in another man's heart, for a heart is much like a sewer. Capable of carrying the weight of the worlds shit and good at hiding it. We are merely vehicles for our souls, and someone, somewhere, is bound to cause a traffic jam.

Snail egg's

2009-01-18T12:23:00.000-08:00

Oblivious to the fragility of their situation, Oblivious to hurt, pain, love, and their own creation.
Lying still, and unthinking upon the palm of one who is aware of what power befalls him, the destruction of life, however small and insignificant to one who does not think. 'What luck for you, that this hand was not born a bird, take rest, and dream up your shells'.

I took this photo in the allotment about a year ago. My brother Ben had picked up some snail eggs. I have looked at this photo several times since, it always makes me wonder how they are doing, you know, did they get into college, have their first kiss, stub their toe. If I bumped into one of them in town I guess i'd just say 'we're not so different, you and me'. And I hope that never changes.