Green On Red-Eye

The expanding desert flows below,

The eco-tourist mirage..

Cracked Symbols

the cracked string-bead spaghetti throng swirls bedazzled
bedraggled and comically wretched
a mournful shimmer around cartoon candles
huddling in the gloaming gloom
unragged and healthy
the hum of the crayon-prayer-faithful numb
their pagan-bling makeshift memorial
an installation art totem
as delicate as graffiti sold on the shopping channel
bottles of vodka nestle with silver spoons and opened cartons of cigarettes
and suffocating garage forecourt flowers clinging for dear life
inside their unopened cling-film shallow grave
attached felt tip fly-tipped post-it-sentiments
words you are so mist
words YOU'RE NOT DEAD YOU'RE A STAR!!
words xxx Luv Lucy
words we mourn your loss 4u etc
from across the road she circles her own mind for a clue to theirs
as this dead girl sings of rehab from a tinny mobile phone speaker
rendering her soundwaves disembodied
her sonic angel feathers crash land a last bow r.i.p cashback
as Rapunzul's saturn return death dances
into her vaporised tower of ringtone sorrow
bemused walking away she muses
- oh the irony
they're offering up as symbols of devotion the very paraphernalia that killed her
- what a way to go and what a way to be remembered
then she makes the sign
as she nervously touches her pendant
of the cross

Keyboard Commando

He draws the fine line between hate and hate -

He's a keyboard commando.

Swirling eyes catheterise incontinent flamer rage -

She's a keyboard commando.

The spurned saturnine misanthropes,

The atheist/God brigades,

The grandad rock fascismos man

their onanist hive-brained barricades.

The CAPS LOCK attack-dogzillas,

The green crayon font glocalistas.

They're all keyboard commandos.

The zoilist cannibal synthesis;

The psycho-stalker metamorphosis.

Take half an ounce of thought,

A nanosecond of self-reflection,

A quark of empathy,

A sliver of good intention,

A tonne of self-righteousness,

A big ol' tent of me and me -

The bravado swamp thrills,

Rabid gazelles on kill,

Shelling from the craven caves of anonymity.

It's Munch's Scream upstreaming in the polyglot argot

of keyboard commandos.

Lying poet songsmiths:

So we're really all the same?

Oh yes -

We're churning in one big boiling cauldron world -

A world of keyboard commandos.

Snooze Button

Seconds before I must fall back awake,

To drizzling dreaminess uneasily I sling-shot

my flimsy detaching spiral.

The Snooze Button - a praying mantis.

And I cannot shake away its silent countdown,

The temp-deafened digital laughter.

My eyes - as sore as Romeo's;

A salted ochre sea star Guanatanamo.

And, in dream, the snooze button pounces,

Like The News At Ten:

Yodel-dong:

"Tonight: The World's End.."

Dong.

"Golf"

Dong.

"No more weather - ever"

Dong.

Snooze button,

Snooze button,

You gift me only lucid, anxious nightmares;

Your sonic rainbow rays pour

primary colours liquid concrete grey,

Coal, charcoal, ash,

Municipal car park green,

Institutional padded cell cream,

And asbestos marine.

Snooze button,

Snooze button,

I hope no one dedicates a poem to you.

Snooze button,

In five minutes time,

You'll press my button again.

A flaying embrace of flailing sunlight,

As golden as swaying moles at the stroke of midnight.

Snooze button,

You spill through my eyes you salt plain sorcery,

Enticing wishful mirages of dreaming drowning.