Wednesday, November 22, 2023

 


Take me away from all this death

 


Jim jumps free from the tree

Then uploads his body and mind into Alzo City, 

following his father and his mother and his little brother.

Olive joins a cult and lives on Dalkey island

Frank, The Ferryman brought her there

She sang for her fare.

Once upon a time a storm rages

and Saoirse throws her into the sea

drowning in unconsciousness she has a vision

and regains her senses

and escapes the void

awakes in a chair, made from wild organic Oak

dries off 

and takes a rocket to the moon.

Take me away from all this death, Jim says

and prints himself back into reality 

Olive and Jim live happily ever after

In a Lunar casino-resort called paradise 




Thursday, March 2, 2023

Hello Therapy

Hello Seattle

Bon Jour Deirdre


I want to be a transformer

Tuesday, May 18, 2021

Monday, January 18, 2021



Zero = Infinity
The Paradox breeds
A Universe with Time
consciousness is the climax.
Now here you are
entangled with similar creatures







Saturday, December 8, 2018

Glendo 30 Jan 2010

Captain's log Sunday.
High in the scree, Lattitude Bird
Holding Lattitude head towards Green Diamond and continue same distance again, reaching project dry arse "You could sit for an hour and your arse would still be dry"






Pedronaut boldly climbing in asics runners where no one has climbed before.
Aber Crombie Cardigan $49

David standing proud over his paving and thinking about economics.

2 Base Jumpers


Billy the goat savaged by the midgies last autumn, rest in peace billy.

Saturday, November 3, 2018



A murmuration of starlings has style and grace in abundance, pulsing in and out of view, appearing out of the void into the sky like Coppola's choppers in commander morrison's apocalypse.

A Silverback, snoozing in the green canopy of Earth, has grace.
A pilot passes over, Satellites chime directions
Nomads once upon a time left the trees, for the savanna, and the oceans, and the Yellow brick road beyond the horizon
Returning to the towns of their birth, with fire and mirrors and Apollo missions to the moon.
A Silverback has grace after he's eaten.
Neil Armstrong had style when he made the greatest moment mankind ever knew

Backward
Protesters take to the streets in Pakistan following a supreme court verdict ordering the release of Asia Bibi, a Christian woman sentenced to death in 2010 after being accused of insulting the prophet Muhammad

One eyed Pathological Consumers'
lives have been corralled and shaped in order to encourage it [trashing the living world through pointless consumption]. World trade rules force countries to participate in the festival of junk. Governments cut taxes, deregulate business, manipulate interest rates to stimulate spending. 

Lets talk taxonomy, divide us into Identity
Discrimination
let's work and consume
Lets pray, meditate, forgo social obligation
spit on people without spitting
Own without sharing

The wizard of Oz 
1939
I walked toward the river 
passing Bukowski
 a local homeless man
who'd been degenerating since his girlfriend left him last year
he was headed for the game 

I stopped at the bridge surrounded by beautiful empty houses, hotels
I spat into the water
Then blew a snot rocket
like a football star

Deirdre waved at me from across the street
and called me by my name
The first time she called my name since I got here a year ago
She likes cocaine
We could be so good together



Tuesday, October 16, 2018


The old man, who wrote poetry in his dying language that no one read, wrote or published anymore, slowly finished his lunch and put on his coat, keeping me waiting, my meter outside ticking like a metronome percussioning the sound-bed to an homerican odyssey in a day's journey, in a Joycean storybook. The details of the last potato, their back story, their ancestors from south america, survived the great hunger, the knife, the fork, their back story, their stainless steel progression through the iron age via bronze and tin and stone and wood and bone. The coat's synthetic fibres, the chair's seat revealed as he erected himself, the table cleared, the pretty waitor woman paid, my car's exhaust fumes blending with the cigarette smoke of the afternoon cafe chap's, cafe creme cigarillos. The conversations in the midst of all this getting here, led to 13 American men walking on the moon.
“Do you speak it yourself he asked”
“Not since I was twelve” I said
And held him, like i used to hold my grandmother, and led him outside to meet his maker; The Mirror, in the gutter's rainfallen puddle, reflecting the stars.

Tuesday, September 25, 2018


Absolute dominion 
over the surface
of the circles closing in 

Solitary cool and quiet
the internet was all around us
On a pale blue dot among the stars

where we met when I was 17
you were 23 or 35
speaking french or german
Witness to a human sacrifice above the
subterranean cosmology in Geneva

Solitary cool and quiet
Among "old men with broken teeth stranded without love"
ride passionate addictions past the darkness into the void
The first thing you'll learn is how to breath in and out
Now don't become a slave, don't drop your atomic load Little Boy
like a teenage douchebag shooting up a school
like Saudi Arabia, protector of The religion of peace, cooking up a famine

The Astronaut miscarried
The first known Alien is dead
Mohamed Bouazizi bought lunch and gasoline
I have a new blue smartphone” touching satellites
human hands reaching Voyager
Exploring love, war and hate

The Astronaut who touched me too
talked once more about her father
Off again about his eyes
and the fire in his heart.
I attempt re-entry but fade into you and your orbit
And I perform better at work
living the life not lived
like unborn

Out here we is fed and watered, dosed and housed

Sanctuary took a hold of me
I am man made flesh
Like Einstein,  Newton, Napoleon, Frank Spencer, I'm human
Body of Christ. Eamon

The morals originated from the Myths we made 

where we ran with wolves
long after our rendezvous with lobsters
The world originates from the world you will, this world your work of Art
set my bed on fire
I show you, I haven't taken to the bed with fairies in the head
Cauterize the melancholy, I show you resurrection,
Take me to see Star Wars, I show you Jelly Belly Theatre
Teach me Yoga Once I've mastered breathing in and out
take me into the insane limit of your hippy nonsense
Lets dance
Like a butterfly 

Solitary cool and quiet
seeking out a sanctuary for the evolved mind
and its knowledge of cancer
and the hazelwood philosophers "pluck till times and times are done"
the galaxies and black holes and the background microwave radiation
a star she cried, a satellite, the Borg, the Matrix

I seek to know you before my journey's end
in the forever instant
I've a home by the ancient well
on the sunlit side of the valley floor
I've two cars and a garage
a good pension
a cellar of Sparkling water
sparking conversation
I touched her insecurity

Solitary cool and quiet
sleeping outside her mahogany doors like a dog
laced by the window's lingerie mannequins
locked in a sphere of circular thoughts
reliving the meccan beholding of her bare ankles
Come again like a cat coming home
sit with the street's steel statue
Nirvana child. Through re-birth
In this further most moment into the future ever known.
re-assemble
from wavering wave
to Tsunami Supernova
I naval gazed further into the Universal Self
Where the re-birth starts
where particles come and go
in and out of existence

Solitary cool and quiet
watching the breeze go by
swirling leaves
and giant Cityscapes
were all around us

This is where the city goes
an empty lot in Las Vegas
this is where I find you
when i'm 17,
The bus gave me a hardon
with the doors in my ear
and eyes in your nipples

the song you sung
"Was wilder than moonlight"
like being, Here Before.
money transacted the country to Gordon Gekko
God ejaculates, a myriad humanity, mothers' men killing yemeni girl childs,
and Oedipus walking on the moon,
Some are born bereft of hunger,
some are born to the endless strife,
some are being "led to slaughters by placid admirals"
some get caged
some make the 54th floor of a New York skyscraper

fortune favours the sober industrious soldier.
a chuckling buddhist knows, happiness flows
I seek shelter in prophetic poetic soundbite blurbs
and smitten, smugly meditate on infinite nothing words
"music is your only friend"

I touched her face
we carried on
The world
The quantum realm
The insurmountable bias
And long tracts about what could and should and ought to be
Time began, once upon a time, 13, 14 billion years ago
And the Idiot King lived happily ever after


Wednesday, October 11, 2017

I passed through the city on my way to the mountains,
to purchase some bottled Italian spring water.
I took a room on the main street, with a balcony,
to see the stars at night.
I freely spent money
to fend off Kafka and assert my delusions of grandeur.
In the City I can be anyone
Walking from Finglas to Glendaloch
meditating on a spool of wool knotted in all directions
representing the infinite arguments
and the unknottable knowledge of being.

I met Ealaín in the centre of the City
Art mused from her shiny skin
She took me in and told me about her boyfriends
One had sang, shamanding dance
Another had introduced her to Yahweh
One had tamed fire
Another was an Astronaut
There was a hedgefund manager
Her most recent was a bartender from the Jim Morrison museum
who went commando because Jim Morrison went commando
Then she implied me a worthless misogynist so I pulled up my pants and left
And left it to Dhana to give me good head.

Simultaneously I was elsewhere
Raglan Road or Grafton Street
IMMA or the IFC
The 4 courts or the 5 Lamps
A bar I don't know the name of and a similar cafe
Odysseus entangled in Dublin, Boom Boom Boom
Reaching for Glendaloch beyond the strong nucleic force of the City's jolly Arbeitsjuden.
Bomm Bomm Bomm

Hendricks and Vodka next
Tom Dick and Bill and I talked about electricity and argued conversationly over how long it takes to grow an inch of bog.
There was girl in the room, like the la strada girl,
I considered waiting for her but inertia moved me slowly instead,
until i was gone,
and Dublin luminesced in the distance like the embers of fading fire.

The Sun is rising
Dreaming, come of age.
we could work for the Industry and maintain the Infrastructure.
I believe in one world
The father the almighty
I believe in one Sun
the mother of our nature
Through mind in body, the existance occurs.
I believe in a Universe out of nothing
Blessed is the Paradox
the wave particle duality
the infinity of a wave, the zero of a particle
I believe in the genes of my ancestors
and the echoes of their thoughts.
God bless you God
Thanks for the neuronal processes
It was very thoughtful of you
In your honor i will Touch the Earth
And will my work of Art

By the time I got to Glendaloch
The monks had left their round tower.
Deirdre, Deirdre, let down your hair
let's live happily ever after

Sunday, July 23, 2017

I see you
looking good
I see you with starlight eyes
we're worlds apart don't you know
I touched her hand
Galaxies Ho!
I see you hiding in [their] holy books
I see you looking good, lusting for love
Improve me
Save our City
I see you considering Islam
Contemplating Jazz
and the Internal combustion engine
and Galileo.
Pour me my breakfast, my bloody mary
while you pick your nose and scratch your arse
adjust your bra and tell me
why men and women will never be equal.
I see you because you can't hide
I left a wild daisy from the bridge, by the river, for you to find.
I see you prettier than any man
as gorgeous as the Inn Keeper's wife
I see you in Apps
we should like and link and share
i see you alive and well on Earth
Fed and Watered
I see you at jukebox Ealaín Achbar
Ich liebe dich
Let me tell you about heartache and 
wondering, wondering in hopeless Information
knowing Zen is zero
after all the pain Ancestors paid
I believe in one world
I believe in one Sun
The Mother of our Nature
I believe in God and good Idols
God bless you god
The time has come again to divide and conquer
This world
This world, your work of Art
until Astronauts rule the collective consciousness

Friday, March 3, 2017



Nice to be stoned in Rome
Back going back
To the empire
It faltered once more too many
Or did it go out with a bang not a whimper
Stood on the shoulders of giants
Stood not sat
And so on
Encouraging the dance
Accelerating the progress
Like the universe itself
I love you since the dawn of time
Right now forever
One more time
Converse murder and nail polish
History and art
Politics and culture
One more time
A bonus on our investment
No zero sum game
Infinity ho.
And there was a funeral in her brain
Whatever that means
And a man walked on the moon
And we took a breath from the trance
And reverted to god
And its relics
Music in the meantime
Gave me the groove
And time passed while we lived our llives
Being human
And contemplating AI


Wednesday, May 25, 2016

Zero = Infinity
The Paradox breeds
a Universe with Time
Consciousness is the climax
Now here you are.
In the beginning there was light
And the light congealed into Earth
And once upon a time
There was an Astronaut who lived in the internet.

Thursday, April 21, 2016

Spring has sprung

Out of the light at the dawn of the universe
Came the longest beach in the world
I swam through the plankton starlight and fetched her a spaceship
Her breath awoke me from drowning in the water
She lit a fire in the dunes
Rubbing driftwood to spark it up
We lived alone together like Astronauts
And rode through the Universe on a white horse.

Wednesday, April 13, 2016

For years
I hurt
Then took to fixing
I found it in vice
For years I pretended
To be a slave among slaves
For years I lived with you
And you’re me, you know
Astronaut, Astronaut, why do you fly
Astronaut says
Grow Up, Live with us

Tuesday, September 22, 2015

I show you meditation

It was
A day
In the year,
This year
When I
Saw her
When I went on
About the day
I saw her
At 10:00 o clock
And she was wearing clothes
And had a face to go with her black hair
Like a simile

500 years
Later
There was this knowledge
I laughed
Then I went asleep
For 10 hours

There was this hummm
This sound
Reverberating out of me
And I was just sitting there
Beside a statue of some dude

I was just sitting there
Humming the sound
A kind of hommana hommana

Which was certainly reverberating through the ages
And I was just humming this song
And singing out
Bommm bom bommm

And then the music kicked in
And it was all so deep and meaningful

And I was liberated
Just like that
From the books on the liquor cabinet that I never read
Because
Because
I was never so bored
Or lonesome to be reading these books
I’d bought

To keep the doors open

And there was some coal in a bucket
That caught my attention
And I used this old hammer
Like a monkey in 2001
And I took the coal
And there was this explosion of black

And the black was immaculate

I left the dream
I walked out into the woods
And reached the sea
As the sun was rising

And there was all these photographs on the internet
And I was like
You should have seen
The Jhana
Just about midnight

Sunday, August 16, 2015


La petite mort

I cut away the greenery
Cleared the town into sight
Sat in my one room
Watching beheading videos
Eating battery chicken
Betting on bust to win.
You are just a good girl
Looking good
I am just a bloke
Doing what my friends do.
Stars are falling from the sky tonight
Meteorite, space talk shite
Alpha Centauri, Special Relativity
The quarks in my mind
Dancing at Light Speed
Enchant this eternal instant.
I touched her face 
for a chance at bliss
Then there was a Big Bang
As though of perfect Symmetry we collide
Symmetrical angel
Orgasm distorts Time
There is Youth Again
In the little death where stars collide

Somebody was born into the room and cried
Have you seen the Multiverse outside
And everybody said, hey man, have you seen the Multiverse outside
we huddled around the idea, akin to fire
bearing words 

Thursday, June 18, 2015

The fire left only the chimney stack standing
The girl with the face had a daisy in her hair
And threw it into the rubble.
The paper on the counter ran a cover story about the astronauts
They looked like embryos floating listless among the space between the stars.
The girl with the legs parted her legs
A song cried out and people danced
I asked the barman to turn on the racing, Royal Ascot.
I'd come from Connemara this morning
Sure you'd have to come from somewhere.
The radio played a song I'd never heard the likes of before.
It was by Roderigo y Gabriela.
A man walked by in crutches, he paused where the bridge rises.
His left leg was missing. He carried on.
The radio said some gowl from Limerick went to prison for dangerous driving. A man lost a son and a leg in the crash.
I lost all the money I'd made in the boom, in the crash.
The houses burnt down last night.
The girl with the face threw a flower into the ashes.
I was in the pub keeping out of the cancerous sunlight, getting drunker and drunker.
The girl with the legs played a song about love with her sweet lips.
I bet on the 2 favourites. It's a safe bet. It's a short flat race.
I won a small percentage profit.
I'd bet my house on the race.
This time next year we'll be rich as Astronauts
One time at band camp
There's something about Mary
If I knew then what I know now I wouldn't have sent her my amputation
It seemed like a good idea at the time
I remember thinking at the time, this is a good idea, this is definitely a good idea
I was strapped to a rocket full of rocket fuel
My mother ran into the room and changed the channel 
We watched Challenger explode again and again
There was a teacher among them she said
It didn't scare me at all
I still wanted to be a spaceman

Monday, June 15, 2015

A desiccated heart
Stares at me
From the back of a pack of fags
Discarded on the road
Among the daisies The big daisies,
that are more like flowers than wild weeds
The daisies you’d be sure to wear in your hair
If you’re going to San Francisco
As a hippy in the 60’s.
On the internet John Snow is dead
It probably happened in a book first
One of The big books
For the gobshites to read
During the big game
Love Stories and Great Battles abound
The astronaut aborts
Out here in the stars we’re like embryos
Down here we're like embryonic Astronauts
contemplating Jazz and Abortion


Wednesday, May 6, 2015

The pretty waiter woman

We were young
With long hair
We’d never been so old before
We were free
We were lost
We’d never been so alone before

I tried to swallow 3 pills while I waited 
We’d been to a wedding
It was a beautiful wedding
In a castle on an island

When I fall in love, everyone else could go fuck themselves for all I care

So I went away
Climbed Kilimanjaro
Made friends with a native
Played the white man with the natives

I knew gravity was like acceleration
I knew the universe had come from nothing and that zero was infinity
But an email from an old friend brought me home
I called in with a loaf of brown bread I’d picked up in SuperValu
His mother told me a story
My eyes were cloudy and the clouds had all these specs in them
I remembered when I was younger and my eyes were clear
And my limbs were supple
And my parents put me in a chair
And warned me to live
I used to imagine running away, to the forests in the mountains
And living with the animals
And retreating to the plants
And the sun
retreating like pond scum, to the air
and the electricity in the lightning
and the chaos in the stars
far, far away from the shite talk in the internet
and the games in the world
and the jobs and the money
and the dead Syrian girl child
and the pretty waiter woman
I left her a gold coin
And took to the road

Tuesday, April 28, 2015

First world Excess
I'm calling you out

And be poet
And be wise and profound
And be rhythmic, romantic, professional and

I believe in freedom
The mother of Dragons can’t give you freedom,

I guess I’d fallen
I was falling
I was trapped 
I was climbing
I was stuck, I was stagnant.
I called her up to relieve my urge
And she called me out

I courted you, to live with me, until i die

We compromised at less children than our parents had had

She called me out to play a game

Thursday, March 5, 2015

I was sitting in a cemetery of an abandoned church with two friends
The sun had set and the moon was muted, low in the sky or crescent or diffused in cloud.
My thoughts drifted off into exile and stumbled over an idea which suddenly awoke me
I felt detached from reality
I was tripping, through the infinite perceptions that hover around us
It was dreamlike yet hyperreal
It was my Eureka, Flux Capacitor, moment
I saw then what I’ve never been able to unsee since.

Had I been learned in Math I could have described the idea best in terms of a 4th spatial dimension that allows magnitudes of inverse proportion appear equal.

Had I been articulate and versed in modern psychology I would have witnessed the idea as a derangement or transcendence of the senses, like synesthesia. I’d have dwelt on how the senses we experience are a totally subjective interpretation of the environment. And the imagination is limited to regurgitating permutations and exaggerations on the familiar subjectivity.

A Buddhist would see that death = birth.

A simple Christian would conclude the co-existence of good and evil.

I guess the idea was commonplace throughout humankind,
All cultures had a version of it, mangled into compatibility with their cultural memes.

I had taken an image of the idea from the trance, a memento, like bringing Freddie Kruger’s hat back from a nightmare into your bed,
The image was a poor shadow of experiencing the idea
but I used it as a point of focus
trying to interpret the idea I had experienced
I stayed there, interrogating the universal self

The image I had was a cone of neon light, the wide end of the cone went out toward an infinite circumference and the narrow end toward zero.

I was doing time in the universal mind
I’m the freedom man
that’s how lucky I am