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
betwixt 
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
silently
enigmatically
testing the new faithful 
the old messianic 101 way..

okay so
it was similarly resurrected
but not the same..
similarly..
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..
resurrected 
so
was the fluffy one crucified
..should i call the rspca..
         ..oh but perhaps It has forgiven them..
thus
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..

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..
go on..pass..

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

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
a 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
boomerang..

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..

meanwhile
our very soul snapped in the fish-eye lens
as
jesus stands stilled in a dead coral reef
also for him i cannot phone a friend..