construction

in the midst of sense
i run into nonsense
curveball swinging my way
i duck and dive
                                                a swarm of bees
                                                            from an enraged hive
                                                            have me staying alive
                                                            like that cat travolta
the sanity of reality
can be so revolting
revolving around
a normality
i do not understand
                                                members of the band
                                                            out of tune
                                                            dried up
                                                            month old prunes
i seek the mind travel of shrooms
smacking at mosquitoes
with a wooden handle broom
my dancing breaks into fragments
pieces of distorted puzzles
                                    rumble in civilised jungle
                                                            i’m muhammed ali
                                    can’t figure out who joe frasier is
which is meant to rhyme with razor
ripper  named jack
acquired notoriety with excessive release
of freudian stress
flak driving madness underground
in a straitjacket
screaming loud
hidden within the comfort
of a death shroud
                                   
howl howl wolf howl


yellow piercing eyes
slice incisions
into beating hearts
vultures circling
preying on a wounded soul
and all that’s left
                                    shallow dreams
                                                            hollow graves
                                                            mindless slaves
monthly pay cheque
weekly wage
senseless rage
                                    human delusion
            animal illusion
somewhere in the midst of that
            is the fusion of western arrogance
            african flatulence asian detachment
            south american parchment

sense               no sense          nonsense
which  came    first
work or the aspiration to step on the toes of others
scratching at the rungs of the corporate ladder
which is sadder
sadness or the lecture on sadness                              
the chicken or the egg question
rears its ugly head again
the resurrection
of mankind’s confusion
                                                            refuse
                                                            defuse
                                                            diffusion
bomb scare
makes the
bystanders stare
awaiting body parts
in the explosion
                                    five seconds
                                                            faster than
                                                            erosion

and now a chance for thought
thinking + thinking = nought
as in zero
blinded hero
kamikaze aimed
at your frontal lobe

                                                            in calvin and hobbes
                                                            lies the answer to it all

if you jump down
it probably means
you are going to
fall

brain matter
on the pavement splatter
cracked skull
inspires the curiosity
of reality
big brother
is not watching
you watch
big brother
                                                            between                      
surviving the turmoil
of an idol
that goes pop
                                                            between a hard place
                                                            and a rock
on and on       
i ramble
drifting
in this prelude
to the preamble
                                                                                   
that’s it!! nothing left to see!!!
time to leave the building