Blue Shark

She hunts

Molecules ride the currents

Feeling like squid

A worthy meal

Aha

Yes

Indeed

The fatal approach

All senses tuned

The final act

Swoosh

What the fuck is this?

All is not as it seems

A double agent squid

Hiding a hellish hook

In its long dead tentacles

The high grade steel

Slices through the corner of her mouth

Escape is now futile

Death is inevitable

A struggle ensues

Better to die fighting

Than to live for nothing

Circles

The only shape the cruel hook allows

While existence waits

Hours pass

In some far off direction

A slight tug pulls

And they are off

The water smells like death

And fear

It is thick with it

A soup of bad omens

Pulled awkwardly to the surface

The steel sided coffin awaits

A man shouts

This is too much

Thrashing and frothing

It is long too late

Pulled to the side

Argh!!!!!!

Posiedon's fury

A gaff hook buries deep into her stomach

And comes out the other side

Hauled unceremoniously on deck

Thrashing

And frothing

She is pinned

And she is sworn at

And she receives underserving venonmous anger

From her small minded assailent

This is surely Hell

Cold blade

Cold knife

Cold heart

Cold life

More high grade steel

Cold blood explodes across the deck

Somehow the colour of both life and death

And indifference

This time a deep cut behind the gills

Severs her back bone

But the desire to live

Will not be severed for a few hours yet

The cut is deep

It enters the body cavity

The stomach bag spills out onto the deck

And then the high grade steel finishes its callous work

Four slices

One slice for the dorsal fin

One for each of the pectoral fins

One for the bottom of the tail fin

Four bits of cartilage

Cartilage soup

A delicacy

With everything taken

But still looking shark like

Her carcass is tossed back into the oceans jaws

As unceremoniously as she came

Still thrashing and frothing

Although now it’s just her nerves

Synapses firing

Slower and slower

The occasional muscle spasm

And then stillness

She lays at the bottom in darkness

Almost severed in two

And missing her fins

This is how her spirit leaves her body

This is how she dies

This is how her days end

Cold

Mutilated

And broken

End Of Days

Society is distorted

The end of days

Has been recorded

In the factories

That pump out shit

In the way

That we suck dick

End of days

End of days

End of days is coming

I see it

All around me

Armageddon's bell

Is tolling

The Day I Died

The day I died

I opened my eyes

For the first time

In my life

I realised then

The game is won or lost

With the roll of dice

Legacy

To stare truth in the face

Bare, naked and close

To see mask upon mask unveiled

Beyond the flesh and bones

Somewhere near the soul

You'll find truth

Perhaps that is the soul

Soul is truth

To be soul-full

You need to be truthful to yourself

And everyone else

These are the thoughts

That run through my head

And they are mine

My thoughts are only mine

The only thing I own without a doubt

They can shackle my body

And warp my mind

But crazy or not

My thoughts are still my thoughts

But who cares?

Right?

Thought without action

Is nothing but weakness

As the great sage Joey Shithead once said

Talk minus action equals zero

Thoughts minus action equals zero too

But even on a more fundamental level

Talk is cheap

But thoughts not talked

Are even cheaper

The greatest heros the world has seen

Didn't talk about doing things

They did them

Their legacy was bound in action

That is why the world remembers

Friday

Drank some beers

Played Half Life 2

Walked to Iggy's

Drank some brews

Everyone left

Webb St we roamed

NZ comedy

It definitely blows

Onwards and upwards

Dropped into the Cross

Goodbyes and hellos

Escape without loss

Head of snakes

Medusa we come

To see some metal

And bang our heads some

A surveyor of birds

Wearing gimmick masks

Slipknot with computers

No appeal, I passed

Talked in the alley

Of bullshit and dirt

Next band is starting

Back to the pit

Equine terrifier

Memories of Jakob and Isis

Building the noise

From harmony to crisis

Eh Bee Eye arrived

Introduced to my friends

I explained my new life

From beginning to end

Fluorescent fuckwits

Loud angry band

The drummers a cool cunt

Most definitely the man

The name band set up

We moved to the front

Got a good posi

Just back from the munt

Douchey McBackwardsHat

Clown for the night

Fucking everyone off

Out with his lights

Alphabethead

Live dry sex show

Grabs one of the munts

Are you ready to go?

Shouty McShouty

Yahoos and stares

Are you ready Wellington?

Nobody cares

Sideways belts

And wrong shoes

No alternatives here

Just nothing to lose

Regardless of looks

The last band kills it

The ocean starts swaying

All drinks, they spill it

Shows over, it's done

Time to move off

Although just enough money

To feed at the trough

A dirty kebab

Wrapped tight in foil

Shits on Welcome

And their greasy toil

Home time, take flight

Return, lets go

A fucking good night

And a fucking good show

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Commerce

Trade winds and sky merchants

Deal in droplets of water

Herding clouds along well worn routes

Peddling life

A caravan of zephyrs

Across the atmospheric desert

They trade to old customers and new

But they are a discerning seller

The old mountains are their best customers

As they take care of their brethren

However, strange times are afoot

The caravans are following new courses

The old ways are being forgotten

The trees don't have time to follow

So they thirst to death

And drown in sorrow

Deserts creep upon well worn roots

And we watch in despair

It was our intelligence that got us here

Pray our wisdom gets us out

Old

I tried to speak to you

Of minds

Even though we were in the same room

I lost the address

To your thoughts

All I got was a blank stare

And something resembling solitude, but not quite

If you're still there, living in your abode

Of flesh and blood

Please contact me when you get the chance

I'm still in the same place

Although the hinges seem to creak so much more

These days

The windows are permanently smoky

And the outside paint is pale and wrinkling

But I am still me

And I feel as if I will be

For some time yet, at least

So get back to me

And we'll talk about the past

Reminisce and remember

It seems about all I can manage

In these long lonely days

As evening turns to night

And the sun never rises