Stars of the World

Messy hair over spilled tea

slamming my head

onto the blanketed table

as the spider on my shoulder

shakes its head until it dies

while questioning with a webbed mouth

"why do you look outside?"

but the window is a mirror at night

I see myself and I see the world

I see the stars falling onto me

Fattening my heart with junk words

like vomiting speech bubbles

as the snow are now leaves

as the flow cannot leave

from my life as a leaf

a webbed leaf

the artistic impression of the spider

by the mirror window

it crawls into my nostrils

and I breathe the webbed life

On the day I grow eight legs

the aliens will lick my shoes

they will live in my cobweb

and I will bow to them

because spiders are future aliens

so just let me breathe

after spilling some of my tea

a goodbye to passing time

over a blanketed table

and a spider exits my throat.

Death of the Sun

So this is the night,
a pitch-black space with stars ahead
as the city rises when I sleep
the country, like faraway galaxies
blink, bling-bling, ultimately boring
as the aliens wander in the dark
these two-eyed, one-brained creatures
crawling through space and time
brightening the night
with a blight tonight

And this is the bleakness of life
when the night becomes white
or grey, or so colourless
that blood loses its red
as the aliens bathe their spirits
with the ghosts of themselves
as I stay bedridden
watching the world twist and turn
a white light pierced through the window
it's hope, guardian of eternal sleep

And the aliens, they weep
their blood, through the window it seeps
as they scream for sweet little hope
just a bit more hope
just a bit more...
but a wave of fire consumes the world
a light source not from the sun
as artificial as the machines in them
as they combust into ashes of hope
and this is the end of the world.

Cupful of Eyes

Filter your designation
good tea is a good song
sips of the blackest tea
we're friends with coffee
float to our destination
good tea is brewed too long
young and old, deepest sea
wild cars are set free

Three doors and tree floors
and I'm sitting on a lonely chair
wild cars wheeze, drivers' hair
suffocating youth, dissipating air

The spirit of the outside air
going through a life, now fair
the beating heart's lair
with a caffeinated pair

They flew in
through the open windows

The world speaks of war
and the mountains' daily roar
as I sit in the coffee house
all the chirps in a blouse
the windows are my earthly eyes

a filter from the outward lies
a coffee house with blood outside
and the cups we laid out, lied.

Absolute Zero: Person on the Streets

"Tummy aches

oh, you poor little kid

crying because you're hungry

for a twenty-year job experience

you will starve to death

simply because you're poor

poor and stupid and poor

go beg on the streets."

Humanity at absolute zero

when offered a free rose

denied that a tree rose

from the seeds of your glee hose

ugly as your wee pose

like you have a pee nose

the road that three chose

to your absolute zero

Hungry for survival

we're all poor little kids

smashing our heads

onto a fresh loaf of bread

drinking good wine

and shitting fresh grapes

awaiting spring to come

at absolute zero

The frost is now gone

but there's always an excuse

the summer's so cold

the autumn's so hot

a reason to not fight

a reason to fall back

At absolute zero

we will all burn

A person on the streets

screaming intelligible gibberish

bla ya seh lo

gu reh wi lo

"Blast 'ya away

into absolute zero

good riddance

we're all lowly scums."

Absolute Zero: Episodic Series

Sore throat and aching muscles
as we painfully walk up the green hill
as our knees bend outwards and sideways
as the flames at the peak turn into ice
a flowery land atop an iceberg
a miracle for us to fly to the stars
as the stars are ice, gas and flame
it's absolute zero, never win this game

Seeping through the dusk and dawn
the sacred horizon, tired, it yawns

I fell on my knees
on the pebbled red carpet
the next time it'll bleed
an absolute hero

Staring out the window
a land of blue and ice
a frozen lake, a bloodied hill
a polar bear, naked and dead
as the blackbirds fall like snow
and the goldfishes swim like a painting
like a tearful piece of art
conceived at absolute zero

The lovely little ants
their deaths mean nothing
for their numbers are absolute
and their strength is absolute

And everything in this world
will soon turn to frost
stay tuned for the next episode
of absolute zero.

Absolute Zero: Autumn

Walk walk walk

trees collapse into rain

fly through the stratosphere

burst through the coldest roof

mutate icicles

and lick some popsicles

with an resolute sickle

at absolute zero

We're the heroes of the ice age

sitting on a chair

sipping on coffee

as the chirps break our hearts

green and purple forests

all frozen to the leaves

and a flood of absolute zero

burned the frost

Light in dark snow

night in day's flow

graveyard of shivers

cold, oh so very cold!

frostbitten brain

and hypothermic heart

the second ice age begins

at absolute zero

Numb at the toes

and the fingers can't move

talk talk talk

until the lips fall off

as this is a walk

into a cold dark place

It was the autumn wind

at absolute zero.

Kids

The timber's limber, slimmer, swimmer
greener, we're freer, leeches of glimmer
weepers creeping behind the seekers
we kids are but the adults' peekers

Shiver, shiver, bathed in glitter
River, river, we watch you slither
Wither, wither, all are winners
No one will be fraudulent sinners

Kids these days
with our blank slates
flaunting to adults

Kids these days
with our fragmented thoughts
piecing the puzzle of adults

Kids these days
will ponder
"Aren't we all just kids these days?"