Wednesday, 26 April 2017

It Was Similar To The Resurrection Oh But Not The Same

it was similar to the resurrection
oh but not the same..

i overheard a mother qualify and explain
something about their
miraculously risen cat..

the mother zoned-in on my baffled expression snagged
and within her reflection she gently flung 
she culled and hulled and duffed my air
then away into the supermarket she burned
her piety affronted 
and there morphed aglow 
an angry mumsnet phantom
i her uninvited shock-absorbing defibrillator..

sunk manlessly skittering
i careered into another supermarket
i thought it would be best
i slipped as sloth 
on my dropped pavement gaze deflected
an unappealing squirm of tangled beam
a blinking bevelled-edge bonanza
of furrowed dots and dashes

rolling caterpillar eyebrows gone awol..

this street tableaux
a beached rolling wave unfurled
an unabsolved crashing space cadet
as marble-eyed magi liquidised cash-back
a blown-shrunk tumble-weed unredeemable consumer-human
hosed down to my melted meme aspect
a microwaved picasso meaning-gleaner
i retreated 
bleeping 'neath a belisha beacon..

my mind wasn't looking its best
in other words
still digesting
such an upper-cut curve 
of gnomic intervention
and worse 
caught mangled in the musing act
higher moggy theosophy 
obviously above my calling
above my resonating aura
no hope for esoteric cognisance
for epiphany no gears..

it was similar to the resurrection
oh but not the same..

burgled soul burger-flipped
the spaceman budgerigar
you don't want fries with that..
please re-corkscrew should you receive..

it was similar to the resurrection
oh but not the same..

so what kind of moggy is this
does it perform miracles
or does it deign only to sit there
testing the new faithful 
the old messianic 101 way..

okay so
it was similarly resurrected
but not the same..
so what were the key differences
i wondered
as alien long-life noodle aisles 
wandering unravelling
a knitting ball would never ponder me..

it was similarly resurrected 
oh but not the same..

was the fluffy one crucified
..should i call the rspca..
         ..oh but perhaps It has forgiven them..
with no device for non-divine intervention
i resolved i must know my place
sadly one of the heathen brethren..

i looked but could not find
the cat food
which is okay
for i have not a cat
and yet of the holy moggy
i confess i still yearn to believe
that some myths 
must be more than mere mythology
for the gentle purring 
and laying of paws
this cruel world well and truly needs..

Monday, 10 April 2017

Escape To Easter Island A Gated Community

we're waves formed..

a fragmenting sentient
my will slight 
so my flimsy grasp 
precognition shards mill muscle memory 
my deja vu muse 
machine-learns a rescue plan
like johnny cash in a time slip
i walk the spiral..

and if it's okay with you
i might wave at you you
as you walk your spiral..

human jet stream silver fish treacle-dart 
easter island statues lock on milk floats 
intravenous selfies invacuate
unribboning ice cream icon screens pass..
go on..pass..

i am the force 
i gated community
the smaragdine sky isotopes twinkle

my inside-i forms a line
folding squeezed inside this vase
a translucent force field of candy-floss resistance 
nevertheless trapped and mapped..

eye slings
new lamp post lights iridise toothpaste caterpillars
wi-fi vectors fry trickling children 
and when 5g arrives the unborn shall be..
more things than things
to pipeline-transaction
pinged pliable things to solarise
by gamine geek soul-pirates
novellas of an almost-children

easy gold oiling over 
our lack of prescience our future sold 
for all but the few..

elon musk our god emperor bow down
and your smart fridge an informer
your medical records curator 
your cold-called name a radioactive husk
a spiller
you won't get that back in the tube

and a new lord shall call this
the internet of things..

i am the gated community
a dissolve of one part crash test dummy 
one part driftwood druid
side-car salmon owned by the inverted us
the limbic system prone psyche..

a drone throws me a frisbee
i throw it back
and my biometrics are tagged eternalised

whatever my thoughts your thoughts
an artificial intelligence air conditioned in the desert
mulls every us all aspects as silent as the sphinx
the firmament cracked caves transposition
a new gilded cage for the gated awaits
like so for the one who knows..

easter island statues ~ mirrors
a flash yoga stand-in
ten or a thousand years
a selfie to the stars..

our very soul snapped in the fish-eye 

jesus stands stilled in a dead coral reef
also for him i cannot phone a friend..

Wednesday, 15 March 2017

I Lost The Thread

i lost the thread

yet for almost four seconds 
i apprehended what i was trying to convey
not boasting here
i lost the thread
but for a few seconds i almost made it..
i almost got myself..

i lost the thread
it's not on the carpet
i looked inside the washing machine
even gazed in the mirror
shag-pile misconceptions bloomed cactus
a bubbling dansak soul interrogation
offered no luciferous spheres to stravage
the waiter deliberately smashed up the papadums
it was him officer..
but it was him it was him
look no eye contact..

and yes it flashed there momentarily
then gone
like an elusive freak mouse 
waving some cosmic entanglement tickling stick
glinting blinding
an almost revelation
almost revelation in italics
like this almost revelation
almost revelation in italics hyphen
like this italics-hyphen
then gone..

i am in my balloon now
floating with the clouds
i have my cloud-sculpting power tools
what about that cloud over there
do you see it
i think i'll sculpt that one
it's not mine anymore..

i will chisel the cloud oblong
then sit in the bath and wait..
and if nothing happens
i will chisel the cloud oblong
then sit in the bath and wait..

it was probably a lazy poem
the kind that never offers to do the dishes
they just don't care do they
could you imagine a poem working
this one clearly isn't
poems only work like cats
or am i being poemist
poemist in italics like this in italics like this..

i lost the thread..

Saturday, 4 March 2017

Scarcity Perverts

the publisher turned back to his partner
after gazing through
and through the pyramid glass sky vista
pool cuing with his thumb and fingers all the little birds
imagineering them dropping
splitting open the human ants below
like silent harpooned kamikaze meteorites
beaked smart guided feathered flint rapiers
he chuckled at his hitchcock 


he shook his head
our bedazzled basement-dwelling concoction 
of electric word-noise 
~ sold ~ and how ~ 
wow ~
yes exactly.. 

and  rest assured
our hired def-con earnest 
consumes minds
yet their shielded values
 ~  those real strongly held ones..
well here's a discreet veil..for the mummified
what a foil..

her consumers

they've double-front soul lobotomies 
her woeful gurning so perfectly conjoins
they can't see through it
and they are the ones that matter 
and they are more than okay with it
~ it's all's all good..they're delighted
our focus groups have told us so
over and over..
                        ~ they love her..

and thnk about this

if her coffee ad picks up a creatives' award
then so much the better
we all receive the kudos
and our copywriter songstress laureate
her doe-eyed sweet gaze
shall bask in that tinsel reflected starlight once more
she'll earn 
no doubt
~ plenty more
she is now the headliner in all the sjw arenas isn't she
organic fair trade warrior..yeah i've seen her on the road..
tea bags sourced entirely from organic cocaine cartels..

her outlier brand recognition we've already firmly established

on that telethon celebrity gang-bang
pumping prime-time her bling verse plink-plonk twattery 
don't quote me on that
shameless wasn't she

using a starving kid as an empathy prop
that'll do ~ kerching..
                                     my new album is out next week
                                                            ~ by the way..
                        ..but let's remember what is important here
                   don't go to the pub tonight
            look at this starving kid
      for a while longer
and think about ~ it
  that's what she said 
      ~ it...
                               oh and..
then she finished her peroration with
the classic by-the-way
      also my book is out next week 
                                             by the coincide..
        with my album which is also out next week

 i ~ we

call that sweet poetry..
                       ~ yeah..

                    and all. 

    our play book.
wouldn't you say..

~ poetry ~ earnest songwriter ~ album ~ telethon ~
kerching ~ yeah

her pr propagandist makes bernays look like gandhi

~ he's wonderful
not gandhi
i mean her pr manager

so let it be written
we shall all bathe in our songstress's reflected fake liberal glory..
and all the fake liberals won't call us on it
we make them feel good..
we make them feel great..
let's make fake liberals feel great again..
all the hillary clintonistas
they are the new all-important demographic..
collective noun victimhood..

and for all of  this new fake whirlwind
we must thank the lord..

we ~ her ~ starving kids ~ that

and yet there's no danger of us being perceived 
as scarcity perverts here..
apart from the cynics 
so they don't really matter
not really..

he pondered his driftwood light bulb profundity

while shooting at another three birds..
then he said
..and we're willing on our actress
she should never need a real job..

i'm talking about our star here
not the telethon starving kid..~ she needs a real job..right now..

..soo artistically valid

whatever that might mean
as valid as that annoying italian opera character 
for go compare if you ask me 
don't quote me on that either
she's ours..

and we will remind them

she has a heart
one pence of each copy of her book will be donated to a..
..i dunno..think of something..

.. ~ simon cowell.. 

i quote our biography
a genius about music..
these people those people
they probably think artistic integrity
is a brand of kitchen appliances..
  you're frowning

so what gives..

his partner was about to explain

but he held up his hand conceding 
~ no you misunderstand 
                                  i know...
look if it makes you feel better
see her as our gateway drug poetry product
and all while she is selling her tat ~ ours
we keep the faith 
and so shall she
so be positive
you never know
they might end up buying our real hard verse stuff
the dead ones
the ones who wrote their words

it might work..

he fell silent

and did the okay sign in front of one eye
he aimed and shot down another two birds
with a sniper's cold precision..

he concluded

we need those people to take her very..
and her tailored angst-whimsy is..
just perfect..


Sunday, 12 February 2017

Noblesse Oblige Cocoon

multi-talented no misogynist
a tortured genius the world of empathy beneath understands
a punch provides his hit
and for madam
the placatory box of chocolates
his calibrated rebalance of the yin and yang
the usual dance..

ambassador you are spoiling us..

a seer a prophet an artist
her eye socket
so she fell down the stairs again..

i should have been more careful
she whispered
and the interviewer she nodded
he smiled
she's all fingers and thumbs..

he has an aura
the interviewer blushed
as he escorted her to the car
they exchanged phone numbers of course
his better half looking on from the window
then after a beat or so..
                                   she turned away..

you spying on me again
never mind
just leave me in peace
and before you ask
no we really don't need to talk about this
there is no
my patience is wearing thin..

as well we know
another wise man once said
something about the the anger of a patient man..

a beat..
she gathered her courage
yes he barked
it's your turn to make dinner..she said

Tuesday, 7 February 2017

Interweb Counselling 101

So I'm sending you these instant messages
As I really don't want you to take this as personally
as you would emails
Or text messages from me
I'm thoughtful like that..

These eye-emms are only thoughts
As these are just my thoughts
Don't take my thoughts about you too personally
Unless you wish to
Which is fine by me..

These are only 
Thinking of me a bully
Or a troll
Is infantile
And childish
So I don't care

Would you say that to my face
You know what would happen if you did
Just sayin'..

So you can ignore this
- after you have read it
Entirely your choice
These are only my thoughts about you
This isn't real..

So stop treating them as if they are
People can be so sensitive
Toughen up
Live in the real world..

Do you think you're talented
You need to sort yourself out
And btw 
I know people
Trust me on that

I can find out where you live
Just sayin'..

Tuesday, 24 January 2017

Sylvia Plath's Silver Fox

sylvia plath
oh how you made us laugh
if only you had used a microwave oven

ted hughes
like all great poets

you were great with women weren't you
and to be fair
you also wrote a really good poem about a fox
and you got laid many times because of it
and apparently three of your loves killed themselves
and then you published some poems about one of them
but not the other two because they were just exes

and it was very well received
i mean the collection
not the suicide in question..

and you told your side of the story
and the critics mostly felt sorry for you
even a feminist plathist jihadist 
and they wished you were still alive
so they could tell you
they had rehabilitated you

an amazon reviewer said this
in their five star review
arrived on time and was exactly as described
and another reviewer said
in their five star review
i bought this for an old lady it was her 100th birthday
a one star review said this
i thought it was the book and it wasn't and now i can't seem to cancel this purchase..

i'm off to write a poem about basil brush right now

Wednesday, 18 January 2017

Smoke In Amber

the wavering candle
caught my breath ~ your reflective eyes
danced the flame
hour glass irises ~ needle-lava a-bloom
nano magma phosphorescence
yet the forbidden energy consumed to never fade..

the wavering candle
smoke ~
a small affair everlasting ~ only weeks of months
and after then..
and then years later
out of nowhere ~ a wrench
yet here is mostly the rush of rust
ionised iron
though an orbiting dark star's stark magnetics tug the core..

twas of was not was ~
absurd absurd

last night on the tube train
deep underground

the aptness ~ subterranean vertigo
and from some remote depth i conjured this thought-burn
i have no idea i have no idea no idea..
the portent of the looping
pathos foretold
smacked hard by the palm of the driftwood shift work night
oh yeah oh yeah..
i'm sorry if this sounds like poetry
this isn't poetry..

jolted ~ my distorted face
in the upper cut curve of glass
my distorted face spied my distorted face
and the echo chamber of the earphone jury
oh they noticed they noticed
apparition ~ apparition re-folding
extinguished to reignite ~ so inept i am
so so..
is this
quantum entanglement 

her karma served cold..
fire lanterns glowed ashen ~ alien embers a wishbone
for all the wise all nodding dog
the flip side of all this

the recitation ~
heart landscapes’ vanquished with misremembered magic mesmerised
a gushing volcano of diamond mist
and in the wash of mid-distant haze ~ a ghost ship or an abandoned igloo..

avidity spoked ~ oh yes ~ for one
rekindling sparks the organic mote and beam..

and up the escalators ~
splintered by the outreach stingray
origami slayer
but would i have it any other way
well would i..

Sunday, 8 January 2017

The Breathing Thing

I just breathed an armful
Of some air
Right in
Almost wine glasses full ~ quaffed lasciviously
A still vaping vamp
A toting nitrogen-bong guppy..

Pouring like rapturous rain
A megalopolitan merman honey marine..

My lungs of slayer pavement steam
An urban isotope yea-sayer
No messing around
So edgy
Always willing to try new things I am..

Well it is my day off
And I don't think anyone noticed
I enjoy this experience of really breathing deeply
Perhaps I should have done this while I was..
     Still a teenager..

Then again..
This breathing
Really Breathing
I suppose this might become a problem
A full-blown intense breathing addiction
Breathing misuse
Air dependency

A breath-head loser
Another atmosphere casualty..

Oh I knew he was on something..
The high street granny gaggle collectively gasp

Some men buy fast cars
But as I don't drive
I might take up this
What will women think
Oh I sense their florid murmurations right now
Watching me stoked 

On purpose
Almost in an ecstasy
A Dervish
With only my head whirling
A human blowfish on spin..

A washing machine mind air-locked inside-outside-in
Wagons circle the bends..

I don't wish to be crude
But I am doing the breathing thing right now
Almost two degenerate wine glasses full
And to be frank
It feels pretty good
Really good
I know I shouldn't say that
Especially to sensitive poetry types like yourself..

I have a webcam
I can show you
Draw your curtains tight
The land-locked Zen of suck-in-and-blow slap-and-tickle
And I won't ask you what you're airing
As we breathe together..

Stand back my lovely
I hope you're not very married..

There was a time
For the scribes
Of broken line ridiculousness
Bequeathing the midnight oil lamps
Opium and quinine fortified
They blasted the oud-scented curlicues
And threw a few words in
When their syphilis quack pharmacist threw a tab-tantrum
Later generations rolled rings bluely hashish and alcohol swirly
Perhaps before soon
It might be nitrogen and oxygen

With a dash of helium
Supposedly now wrapping this neck of our trinary system
Or is it binary
Interacting and flashing green our parochial sun
But I don't wish to start a trend..

So please listen
Just say no to Really Breathing
And yes I admit that I am a hypocrite
You may even write a poem about my shameless hypocrisy if you wish
I get it
The Queen will give you an imperial gong
And you can be her laureate
Poet Oxygen Thieves in Need
That's surely a telethon..

Let's work it
Don't go to the pub tonight
Give this airhead poet five pounds
Poets aren't here for Christmas
         magnanimous malevolent

                 They're here for life..

Soon I should be drowning pints
Litres of this wretched stuff
Sat on a park bench lost and bewildered

Imbibing this strange esoteric ether
With eyes like sockets of a zombie apocalypse
And I don't believe I can ever stop now
It might even kill me before it kills me
Especially that pure grade beach surf ionic shit..

Oh well
Here goes everyday
Escape velocity boomerang
Yeah it was a difficult childhood..

Saturday, 31 December 2016

The Process Of The Fake News Meme

back at the ranch..
a baby boomer marxist rock star
           just took a gong
it must be the new neo marxist third way
not gaddafi's third way
but that other fella's
third way

the marxist rock star
the obligatory one-legged lollipop lady
the arms dealer
the charity ceo that helps war victims
thrown in
for balance

a slebrity
a poet
a food critic
a food bank critic
but with a heart of gold..

food critics
yes and yes again

just gets away with it every time
i criticise lettuce
why don't you

you are tarzan
you are fake news..

fake news
the latest mainstream fake meme
striking shapes for snooze button mood music..

when the rusty forest falls 
a certain screaming tree
is a targeted sound..

grass hoppers 
let us bow down before the mainstream gods
their fake news dog wagging dog
comedy lethal
an appropriate use of steroids..

all your data will be strangely garbed for many many years
and shared with unknown peers
who you believe
what you say
your jejune everything
your images
your surfing habits
and deployed 
at a time of reckoning
being monetised thing might be the least of worries..

your deliberate misdirection
your zig-zag address against the moon
spewer of fake news
misinformed disinformer
that is you
questioning hoax fake fake news
you are a problem requiring creation
to be solved
and solved again..

all your thoughts junk dna
never to be thrown
broken into bite-sized gnomic metadata 
and for the love of crows

as you read this
you are 
a book
unfinished and complete
an unwriting 
a through-put of new code 
a dune sky you 
tangled in the web of net
the webcam interview
the quantum vessel
the self-heating missile
the unique signature..

the podesta emails
the clinton foundation
the haitian children
it is all fake
that was all fake for over four decades
from shepherds bush to downing street to a big house
all fake
all fake

important question
which news presenter will win celebrity come dancing
who can bake a really great cake
the queen isn't dead
but where is assange
don't worry about all those leaked dnc emails
all fake
he won't come to any harm

which news presenter will win celebrity come dancing
which mainstream media darling
will act best every morning
dancing the genuine mainstream news..

bow down grass hoppers
you are standing on a leaf quivering
you are just a fixture
in a really wired haiku
you will never be basho..

a cherry blossom goliath
the cold dead man's switch..

and here or there 
a truth ripped from a thumb nail
a mysterious blackout..