Inside Out

The smoke that swirled up from her pipe

hung there in the air, partly obscuring her face

With cupped hands she began to gather the smoke

as if it were sand on the beach

Very carefully she began stroking and teasing it

until it appeared to be taking on the properties

of a solid

What had been the contents of her lungs moments

before, were now compressed to the size of a tennis-

ball

This blue-grey sphere hung there between us like

some strange smoke-filled soap-bubble

 

As I began to open my mouth to say something

a sword the size of a pin flew from my lips, and

burst the bubble whereupon the smoke fell to the

floor like fine white snow…….

“…don’t you know?”

she said, with a grin,

“…that’s just the way that wars begin!”

 

As she refilled the pipe with twigs and weeds

she raised one eye-brow and a voice somewhere

between us said…..”so you want to find yourself,

do you?……..don’t you know that talking to yourself

is the first sign of ’SANITY?”….

“And with that my mouth involuntarily said “FORKS”

but the sound didn’t come…..

instead

from the side of her bed

came the unmistakable sound of forks falling on a

wooden floor…….and everything began to rhyme

then I heard the chime

of her quartz clock

a rooster appeared, with an immense cock

……..attached to it’s head

by the wind it is lead

but East is opposite North instead

 

then she scooped it up

and it turned to twigs..

before my eyes could adjust….

…….the phosphorous flash of IGNITION

the firey INQUISITION

As she relit the pipe, with what seemed to be

my thoughts and dreams made real

in solid words

in solid air

I cried in deep despair

for the weight of untold shame

that showered like rain

on those who could not explain

their own pain

on those trapped in shame

those crucified for vain

making everyone to blame

for MY pain

which falls like rain

into her upturned hand

where it forms a lake

called “my mistake”

 

Based on a lack or something missing

I can hear the hissing

of the black snake

the guardian of the gate

my birthright to legislate

catch fire before my eyes

as  another dreamy spire

of grey-blue smoke…….

…….rises into the void

for a brief moment the only rhyme is

PARANOID

but just as quickly it is gone

 

As the pipe glows then rises musical notes pour

from its bowl as if the Mistral wind itself were

blowing through the embers.

Upon inhaling I am surprised to find that my

companion has been joined by Oscar Wilde…

heavily, theatricaly disguised as an empty chair

with accompanying wall-paper

 

This observation becomes solid in the air

and suddenly there are chairs everywhere

in my pockets, in my pipe, in my hair…..

chairs of every size and type and colour everywhere

no standing room, just chair upon chair upon chair

 

“Collect your thoughts” said Oscar Wilde

to me, as if I was a naughty child

So, slowly, I gather the chairs together

with cupped hands, like sand, into one single chair

then lay my pipe upon it to make it real

from behind the canvas I step….my hands reveal..

PAINT AND BRUSH

IN SUCH A RUSH

GRIND AND CRUSH

YELLOW OCHRE

CHROME YELLOW

yell “HELLO!”

’”HELLO!”

“’                           “HELLO!”

“    “….have you fallen in love with that pipe?” asks the chair

As I stare…

yellow sunflowers everywhere

festoon the walls, the floor, the chair…..

elsewhere…

theres rubber cothes and x-ray hair

starry nights and daymares

loveless thighs and derrieres

cut price love unguaranteed

sure-fire ways to dispose of seed

right now…… with GREED-SPEED

rivers of come, knee-deep

bed’s on fire…..can’t sleep

cut off my ears but they won’t bleed

instead they turn to weed

which I place on the chair with the pipe

and invite my companion to take her feed

 

“…don’t mind if I do” she replies

“…but must we forever sit inside?”

“..not far from here I think I spied”

“… a cornfield……some countryside..”

“we could walk far, and near, and wide

then round and left and right outside

till darkness falls upon our heads…..

and sends us scurrying for our beds”

 

But sleep won’t come

because some elektronik hum

is buzzing in the walls

makes me shiver in my balls

till my spirit-level falls

and my skin begins to crawl

off my body,….up the walls

reality DISSOLVES

………skinned alive on a granite rock

……beneath the stars of future-shock

 

alone…….

with billions of others

with no cover

other …than the cold blankets of mist

that hiss

from the wounds in my wrist

reality persists

CAN MY SOUL RESIST?

WILL MY HEART DESIST?

FROM BEATING IN MY BREAST

WILL MY BONES STAND THE TEST?

…….or will they crumble like the rest?

and be blessed

by her

as she smokes me in her pipe ….

I am scorched by her love

that comes raining from above

into my upturned hand

and when I can no longer stand

another day another night

in this lifetime of fright

and I want to take flight

I drink her from my hand

like fresh spring water on a summer’s day

she makes my head sway

to the natural rythm

of her breath……..

of her smoke…..

of her hair……..

of her chair….

of ANYWHERE

where she is…..

 

She gives me back my skin

fills me to her brim

then strikes another match

and draws me deep inside

till I can no longer hide…

my grin, a mile wide

I’m safe here inside

………outside

………inside

THE VOID….