All The Trimmings

strung out planet sun
bleaches ping-pong washed-out drivers
angry school run-in mums
squalling speed-bump kiddie forklift shuttles
fleshly tyre ringleted infants
diabetes magnets..

meerkats on the meter
globule-emulator trinkets
banshee hyper-progeny
near crumpled on arrival
morbid bundles of joy
balloon-heads piggy-back tweezers legs..

noctilucent clouds slant
wispy dappled fist-flowers
filmy enfolding drizzle
ripple slate rivulets
lightening bolts strike tasers..

wishing well
what do you wish for
do you sport fur on the inside
sawdust and plastic water
mimic chicken wings like magic..

fowl mountains
fortified with antibiotics
and hormones and steroids
great fun for children of all ages
bended minds concaved trowel
such supper treats when they are good..

supermarket chicken
fur and feathers on the inside
squelching battery-farm acid
broiling grim tots infertile
garnished with radiating laptops
water taps piss recycled contraceptive piss
baby dad oxycontin
benevolent sackler philanthropy
free museums for the broken..

inject-your-babies-weight vaccines
and monsanto needs you too
all is good here
recognise the gifts of sky-rocketing autism
a pint of chlorine
a lithium chaser
on the house
no need to say please/thank you..

For more info on the Sackler's Purdue Pharma:
https://youtu.be/rCVR_eQPAbg

Ave Maria, Tavistock Institute Androgyne (Men Will Have Babies Too)

with scanty clothing on the melt of snow
legs akimbo
my respiration and my pulse and my heartbeat imperceptible
here i reign toyetic
a kindly suspended animation
with headphones diving deep into
hyper gamma and lambda and epsilon frequencies
frequencies range from 0.5hz to 100hz
forest crests swim and sway
waves part in slow motion modulation..

i am a man giving birth to a baby au naturel
in this english nation
by a tor
in an endangered spider and grey owl sanctuary
lovingly paid for by the nhs
another tavistock institute fun-day initiative
with additional monies from the lottery ~
deutsche bank in your time-line soon crashes..

the 5g light posts glisten across this land now
every hundred metres or so
our very souls inform on us
save us from ourselves divine electronic black goo god..we sang
slowly your League of Us boiled like frogs back then
epic
thus the most strange feelings of bliss passed over
the mind-fried women and children and men ~
pets..

the nano-particles and uvc and smart dust ~
we became the a.i
or we become this a.i again and again
we shall forever snort the pervasive anti-god particle
eyes wallowing like marbles rolling on black mirrors
we evolve evolve evolve
melt and mesh into the illuminated multi-dimensional panopticon
this once-upon-a-time ancient island
delete as appropriate
a newer hy'brasil..

and i am a man having a baby
i am your future
this new eden
the royal blue-bloods the pineal gland munchers
who dream with your andrenochrome
almond almond almond..amen..
pine cones..

hark
the hundredth monkey jumped the shark..

and all is good here
and one day men of england all this will be all yours
hold in a deep breath..

allow me now to address the women of england
equivocal about some of this
you certainly have been quite rude to me sometimes
feminists
my public transport experiences at your hands ~ horrifying
when i almost broke my waters on the jubilee line
back in that harangued future past
you never offered me a seat
almost like you resented me or something
men having babies..how sexist lady..

you may wish to name this kissing cousin of the mandela effect
a hoax flipped and flipped again
the only way to escape this real matrix ~ overdose the blue pill
and overdose the blue pill pharmacy within
shift all the mind gears into reverse-thrust
never return to sender this rebirth
floor the pedal floor the floor
and fall exploding through the totality
explore its grim crystalline core eminence
the event horizon at sea level
this firmament - turfed
let go of believing - to know..

mandela-mandala-amygdyla-magdalen-almond-amen
ave maria
i flew backwards through the cern telegraph
your future through my past
so forgive all the tense confusion here
the oceans the oceans..

listen men of england men of the world
if you are reading this
you are on the list
rejoice
this message is meant for you
allow me to disclose you are the first ones chosen
you will soon be with child
join me
frolic among the rare spiders and owls
legs akimbo in floating zero-gravity aseptic babbling pools
let it be written
you will also shit a beatific sprog..

do i say this with manchurian conviction..

well
my embryo grew nurtured in ice-jet lagoons in porton down
black goo thank you
the robot impregnator mopped my brow
as it basted me up my fudge tunnel freeway
it hurt a little
fair to say it's probably easier for gays
but still i would do it all again
ouroboros baby
ophiuchus star child..

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there is an orchestra to my right
as the birth is being a being a being televised live
an ambient wash of canary and lapis lazuli lights
i'm on a pyramid stage
violins over my earphones
is that aled jones
i'm walking in the air..

..oh the pain
my waters are breaking..
this is england
a country fair and tony blair
the how and the why unnecessary
chew the rubber road to nowhere
add chocolate sprinkles for taste..

i'm sweating
tears are rolling down my face
push push the android midwives encourage
the terraces all flashing lights
the orchestra swells
as the baby begins cork-screwing out my anus
the timing couldn't be more perfect
it's a breach birth planet saturn
an amniotic cactus sack of draco protoplasm
'twas one we made earler..

aled jones ~ we're walking in the air
feeling like christmas now
...the people far below are sleeping as we fly..
oh look there's simon cowell
on the front row
i see him as i float upside-down
i watch the big screen behind me
like the tarot's hanged man
like an alleged falling cgi pixel..

Android: just its head now
~ c'mon england c'mon england..
the android beckons the crowd to cheer..

some on the terraces are also singing you'll never walk alone
i'm a liverpool supporter
walk..-on walk -on..with hope in your heart..
as i shit out my androgyne
one little leg popping out for attention..

far across the world
the villages go by like dreams
the rivers and the hills, the forests and the streams...

children gaze open mouthed
taken by surprise
nobody down below believes their eyes..

..To A MIGHTY ROAR
its out its out
a wellspring i whisper feelings so tender
you are neither and you will be both and
you will be plus plus plus and shades purple
the android midwives lick my brow
bedazzled the crowd rush the stage whooping cheering
security has to hold them back
i am lowered and gowned
handed the infant
andrew marr gives me the nod
i'm directed to place it on my head for light humour
so i raise it up like the world cup
the place goes berserk..

suddenly swooping low
on an ocean deep
rousing up a mighty monster from his sleep..

and walking in the air
we're dancing in the midnight sky
and everyone who sees us greets us as we fly..

my almond..to dissolve
ave maria plus..

Ascension To Prophecy

visionaries of our ascension ~
anciently holy men
did they mean literal ascension
the grand gravity switch flick-off
so cities forests farms oceans
are swept up and away
snapped from centrifugal moorings
fished to the vast benday-dot canopy
the polka-dot silvery cherry night estate..

did they foresee i wonder
football stadiums shopping malls
in meteor garb flash above 
then disintegrate and trash the moon
glass palaces
to splay on craters upside-down
implode their treasures here and there
crumpling and slicing steel starlings..

will people trees and animals
spin and soar like fireworks
revolve ever upward and away from earth
wrapped in blankets of brilliant black light
will our bodies shred like ribbons
will our souls rip away in the ether
stripped from flesh jackets 
surplus to requirements
eyeless mindless boundless timeless
disembodied streams of strobe-consciousness
no longer believing but knowing
ah so this is what our sages foretold
and this is what they were getting at..

ascension ~
will ocean liners sail away to deepest space 
like lost satellites
will art galleries and beach-front property 
and the entire continent of antarctica 
skinny-dip the sun
alchemise in rebirth-annihilation
liquid gold oblivion and embryo..

and should people and pets 
simply ascend to hit ceilings
only to stir awake light years later
rubbing their eyes
will they open their front door and fall
onto white starlit lawns
and limpid platinum galaxy streets 
spinning up lotus blossom rotor blades
spiritualise your new eden..

some of us might fall off to a planet
burn across its sky as screaming fireballs 
for seers a glimmer by camp fires to gaze
look here ~ a sign ~ prophecy
one day..us..again..

Fifty Shades Of Freckle-Faced Dalek

i fell so hopelessly in love with a freckle-faced dalek
she was sitting in the park on a swing farouche alone
yet we got chatting and one thing naturally led to the other
so we rolled into a nearby quarry
where she plugged the scintillating us into a pylon
we mind-melded moons stars power-stations and suns
please don't feel envious of our cosmical abandon 
or this most unique slap-and-tickle trippy phenomenon 
for this e.t didn't wish to phone home..

she moved in with me
and things were wonderful for a while
yes occasionally she earnestly shot people's heads off 
kind of endearing actually
i affected not to notice 
well they say love is blind
after all she ignored my silly elastic skin
my strange pores and what she termed my louche pacifism
such an unspoken tender idyllic understanding blossomed 
we reached out for the most sensualist transmundane draw
bodice-ripping barbara cartland sci-fi booty-call and more..

the twitching of the sans net-curtained windows
caterwauling nosey neighbour trolling 
ding-dong meer cats door-mat mythologising
their aghast goggle-eyed lurid smirkings so unbecoming
how will this affect property prices mohammed
what will the estate agents think
atavistic kitchen sink moralist effrontery
sawn-off cabbage-fangled ferret-tadpole hobbity 
never an empathetic thought offered 
for her biomorphic davrosian psychopathology
as so effortlessly she floated nonchalantly on by 
like a flake advert only with a killed people admixture 
'twas still fairly classy though
and we all have our own issues don't we
beam in your own eye..

when she whispered exterminate in bed
her buttons twirled ultramarine catherine wheels
her head span 360
the ceiling fluoresced and iridesced bellatrix tropical fish starlight
hot ectoplasm dripped over burnished steel
have you ever seen a dalek orgasm in high-heels
the high-heels were ruined but oh..oh the memories
she popped my love-making-with-an-alien cherry..

she left skaro on a sabbatical
she hid her saucer 'neath an abandoned bouncy castle
she sucked up noodles through her nozzle
but she didn't like biscuits
neither do i
she described herself as a flexitarian vegan 
because she mostly eschewed paltry human beings
what a relief
so you can see why we had so much in common
it was fate or something like..

the dalek equivalent of barry white music
wafted from her woofers
the loose living ever enveloping
illicit polyester duvet/rare metal sheet loving
almost every week i was phoning in unwell 
so at twilight i could read her my poems
while she pertly upskirted wheelie bins
and lasered garden gnomes and passers by
she dropped olives in my mouth
as i stroked battery acid on her thighs
she tore off my hazmat suits
all strewn carelessly on bewildered neighbours' plastic-palace roses
what's not to like..

inevitably i suppose
you know how these things go
the cracks first started to show
first on the walls then by the fused wiring
after she exploded the washing machine
a wayward experiment in tantric appliance canoodling 
the damage wasn't covered by insurance alas
as i didn't have the foresight 
to take out fully comprehensive lustful-dalek damage cover
my bad not hers ~ 
my dimpled dappled whirling phase-shifter lover
another time she tore off the cooker lining wore it like a tiara
all very f. scott fitzgerald
i fell so hopelessly in love 
so mesmerised as i stroked her ribbon-banged bangled bevels
couldn't help myself..

anyway
we broke up after a silly argument
the knock-on-effect of her untamed hormonal diode-net
i caught her lap-dancing saucily beneath a belisha beacon
seduced by its brazen winking halterneck flirting light 
i admit as she stopped traffic then and there
for she found the essence of its orb so rare
my jealousy weaselled away unprepared
how dare she flirt with an inanimate object
i didn't understand at the time..

so it was with a teary but amicable end
i waved her farewell as her saucer lifted 
i receive a telepathic postcard from her once in a while
last heard she's living with a lunar lamp-shade-puffin
and an outlaw band of procyon sasquatch munchkins
pirating turkey-rooster orgonite tankers near the badlands of orion..

oftentimes i daydream about her fondly 
her electroshock so foxy
i yearn to join her amazing escapades 
racing her light-ship of anthracite
she took the bouncy castle with her
now floating upside-down on a martian river
out there somewhere she's repurposing pylons
and lassoing meteorites..

Confession: Feeding Cornflakes To A Deceased Nun Is Easy If You Don't Know What You're Doing

i accidentally fed cornflakes to a deceased nun
it wasn't on purpose
she didn't die deliberately
it was a first for both of us..

i then attempted to feed the nun coffee
to help her swallow the cornflakes
she didn't drink the coffee either
a deceased nun can't drink coffee
perhaps i should have offered her tea
i know i often learn
by such ass-backwards
esoteric ether transference experiences..

i recall my note to self
next time you are with a nun
a nun you don't realise is deceased
offer her a nice cup of tea
forget the cornflakes..
you won't receive your care work nvq level 2
if you carry on like this..
i could hear the voices
this is what you get
when you have children of indian immigrants
working in the nhs..

soon afterwards
i was consoled by a sympathetic patient nearby
who watched me try to feed the deceased nun
never mind darlin
it's the thought that counts
it was quite sweet really
almost better than telly
have you got a cigarette
she didn't look that dead you know..

i wheeled her past the fire exit door
we stood there for a few minutes
within our late 1990s curlicue pre-chemtrail haze
wrapping ourselves for dear life
while rem's what's the frequency kenneth
segued to sophie b.hawkins right beside you
the radio at the nursing station
often received
and offered such demi-angel-wave transmissions..

she asked will you get into trouble for that
for the nun..i replied
no darlin
i mean because you offered me a ciggy..
..anyway she died so you never harmed her
and she was a nun
so if she was watching you from above
trying to feed her
she would have forgiven you
nuns have out of body experiences after they're dead
like taxi drivers they have the knowledge..

i thanked her
i won't get in trouble
and hospital is the best place for smokers
so you're in the right place
so no i won't get in trouble
so no worries but thanks you're kind..

she smiled
you cheered me up
i won't forget..that..

we went back to the ward
and as i wheeled her by her bed
a porter was wheeling the nun away
wrapped in sheets like an egyptian mummy
i never saw the porter dressed like that before
and the ward sister asked me to come to the office..

were you the one who was with her..she asked
yeah..she just wanted..needed a cigarette i replied
she shook her head and laughed
don't tell me the nun smoked
nothing surprises me anymore
we're both due a coffee-break the sister mused
cheers i replied
she paused before whispering
..take it easy..
i nodded i'll try
and with our cappuccino'd plastic
we both walked to another emergency fire exit..

https://youtu.be/VDJSOAYEzPA

The CIA's Partially Redacted Who Killed Kennedy Haiku

C
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I Am The Worms

i am the worms on the fishing hook
feel the cool breeze as i reel you in
i have done this so many times before
take the fork in the ancient road
the sweet kiss for my face
such a sense of belonging
cements the flowers..

there
there is your newest enemy
the debt slave persuaders
will kindly loan you loaded guns
the presstitutes will provide maimed heroes
wrapped with a pretty little bow
never wonder ~ just dance
the dark arts ~ as above so belowour stenographers your news providers
pour yourself in and dream life in my shadow
know your place is here
here's a fortune cookie
i wrote it with spoilers
and what does it say
what does it say..oh and I am the worms
i am the worms..

you are the fish in my goldfish bowl
here's some paint thinner should you have a glimmer
no sniff it try not to peer against the glass
the bubbles you blow might hit you..

with effortless precision
we slide you within cocooned division-truth frames
you may take a pre-determined side
this pond is the world
and it's all there is
it's a song
it's a sentiment
it's a coloured wristband
it's a selfie saluting a flag
move along..
and if you happen to discover
the revelation of the method
i still win
you an unwitting initiate
you comprehend the meaning of the symbols
and the signs and sigils
yet bark our whistle
it feels too easy sometimes
you see you are the fish
but i am the worms
i am the worms
and i am all there is..

few like to be heretics
you cannot bungee jump rabbit holes
only the most damned warriors
take the one way dive to nowhere
and i disappear some of them
the holders of forbidden secrets
and few care
you are the fish
but i am the worms
and i am the wormer of men..

prep yourself for the next false flag
a new operation northwoods
as a redux operation ajax perhaps
watch this space
it is our nothing new under the sun man-up
don't rise to discover your higher mind
isn't the endless hum of fear more thrilling
you are the fish my friends     
     but i am the worms
          i am the worms..




 

Arachnid Death Star Vs IKEA/ I Am Starfucker Star Child

A guided gloaming giant tarantula
Umbilically detached 
Sans the smart med pilot
Outreach mode ~ kinetic
Sweeps low over the cattle throng
Protesting occupation
Collective punishment
..moan moan and moan..

One difficult child tap-tapped
At eleven o' clock 
A thrill-seeking laser-threaded precision shot
The stencilled oriflamme crowd gathers
Scrambling and scrambled numb
As the pulsing pulsating arachnid disengages
executes a perfect descent and turn
behind a hill
and a city wall
Vanishes ~
A recharge a debrief
Another overtime shift completed
The work/life balance for protesters not so easy ~
Crashing pyramids of quality time..

The child ~
Now snapped in half 
Human MDF
Unlike IKEA
IDF ~ no returns..

Commercial break
A word from the sponsors ~
A back-with-the-weather spoiler alert ~
It might rain nuisance rain
Real nuisance rain
Oh it's important
So stick around she says..

/
Click..
I have a low attention threshold
So before I forget
That child's TV dinner-broadcast death
Was brought to you by..
A pizzeria
A weaving spider
a sentinel vehicle..

/
Click..
A shopping channel 
A garden gnome special
Manufactured 
using authentic plastic injection moulds
Online-ordered TV garden gnomes ~
You get what you pay for no
I believe in keeping it real alas..so...hhss...ssooo..

/
Click..
A chat show host 
The fabulist Minerva
Way-shower offering gifts ~
Spiritual key-learnings
And occasionally free cars
Keys tacked below seats
The hostess muses
Everything happens for a reason
Everything happens for a reason..
She nods her head sagely
Tenderly agreeing with herself
Everything happens for a reason
Everything happens for a reason..

   aah..ha..oh..aaah..

She continues purring..
It is The Plan..
.the biggest picture..
.something we must understand..
.yes understandunderstand..und r t  nd...nd rs  n ..d..
Seemingly cruel things happen
seeminglycruel..seemin..y..cr u..el
Things matter yes they do yes..but..
 All is made to make us..stronger..
Nothing random..truly is..after all..

Grand design..
Infinite purpose
Tough love is..tough..so tough..
Everything happens for a reason everything.
.happens. for. a. reason..so...yeahh...
[dramatic pause]

                      [Applause]

Close ups/pan shots of milfs enlightened
Now in touch with themselves
Engulfed
Heads and hearts 
healed and reconnected
Their sentient Elvis selves
cosmic booty-call mentored
by the defenestrating yoga axe-wielder
Glassy eyed third eye
but let's not be cruel
Could be the fluoride..


Getting into her stride
The words she utters ~
as she bring herself to tears
 She points to us
You know who you are now don't you ~
Unique cosmic fractals special
You. Us. All.
every. one. of. you.
Never. Forget. That.
It. Is. Your. Birth right. Right..
You are all ~ unique cosmic fractals special..


To be fair and thinking of it
Oftentimes
I feel my beautificness
If that word isn't
well then it should be
I bathe in my uxorious I am presence
I know that innately I am..
Iiiiiii ahhmmmm..
Unique sentient cosmic and special..
I coarse through my being now
Every one is me
She's so right 
So on the money
So on the money
Almost uncanny..
Well I'm converted..

Now ~ 
That child shot in the head
Mustn't have cut the mustard
Perhaps its unique fractals a little outré
Clichéd
Banal
Bent out of shape
The faulty tragic toddler caved in
Called in ~ you're done kid..
Damaged
Beyond repair
Now at one with everyone and thing
Apart from parents and friends and toy..

Well you don't get something for nothing
Not in this life not in the next ~
Cosmic tough love belts and braces..

And yes
I'll be the first to admit
It was sad
And yet ~ 
Don't get me wrong but..
Being shot dead by a drone
Has a certain something ~
A bleeding-edge novelty value
for the more discerning infotainment viewing consumer..

I shouldn't say that should I..
I ~ me myself and I..
But I have to ask
Despite myself ~ my new self in italics
my new self in italics
      my new self in italics
            my new self in italics

Should it have been broadcast ~
I mean the drone-on-child killy thing
Especially - my italics - especially before The Watershed
Won't someone please think of the children
Or me..

Another example as illustration
Swearing on TV ~
Don't broadcasters have the few seconds delay button now
Even the International Space Station
which broadcast live anciently
now enjoys a hefty twenty-minute delay
in case something inappropriate 
is caught on camera..in space ~
bubbles..000
I dunno..

And that child shot in the head
Inappropriate for this time of day ~
That country an ally..

Everything happens for a reason
Everything happens for a reason..

It's sinking in
It's sinking in..
Yeah I'm really feeling this shit right now
Oh yeah..

The audience comforted applaud again
Shimmering fractal snowflakes all
Such kindness so rare
And yes yes it is all is so beautiful here
Yes
 Even with the unforgiving nuisance rain
I feel so connected with everything
Sad spoils my day..
And not in a good way..

The chat show Christess 
Is brought to you by..
Eye drops 
Mouthwash 
And I never used to be able to lick my eyes
                                                             like a lizard..