I – The Good

Routes to self realisation
Sprout from roots of alienation,
The self finds form in isolation
Essentialist constructs are deprogrammed.
Pitter-patter…
The foetus of my self re-birthed.
Thanks Derek.

The spiritual midwife delivers
From a previously barren intellect,
Consciousness,
Bereft of comprehension
Of supremacy and resistance.

II – The Bad

Do we discuss the lingering stench
Of rotting guavas overlapping
The fetid odour of fallen breadfruit?
Is differentiation possible
Of the me in you and
The you in I?

Can a formula be established
To extract pi from the cosmos?
And thereafter reduce it to
A thick gravy-like consistency?
A collision of form and context
Ignites a glimmer of elucidation.

III – The Ugly

Internalize – assimilate – replicate
You sad parody of a sackman
Eat, drink, fuck.

The pleasures we take
Only borrowed from the next recipient.

I cannot touch, feel, taste
I banish re-images of psychosis
And portraits of un-being
To a land beyond imagination.