Goldfish To Alien..

around thirty pairs of turquoise eyes as still as gods
gazed below the reeling clouds
and to the left and low 
skimming the thrumming city nightscape
two dazzling orbs floated back and forth
peeling dripping vibrant streams
sliver pulsations of a silvery olive 
luminous ribbons sparkled and drifted 
down-lighting the raven-tress air marveling skipped 
oh and how the milky way star-ships glittered..

i had such a strange feeling too uncanny to explain
so so strange
i cannot even begin to explain..
bedazzled 
through powerful binoculars i witnessed for minutes delightful 
the pouring lights on my left moving back and forth
all while the ones very high above 
a whole battalion of stock-still boomerangs
and certainly professor brian cox 
would have waterfall-pissed his sceptical bbc twin-pillar pants
twas swamp gas i beseech you 
twas swamp gas you fools
they live far too far away..

i waved them hi the ones who do not exist
and after drinking my fill
for more earthly matters alas i had to walk away..
a few hours later i checked in again
the lower ones leftward had vanished to who-knows-where
yet the ones in the heavens were stacked up observing
swimming sliding vertical horizons
sea horse graceful gymnastic gravitics
mulling the earthling planet rented
full of tin can 60s museum-piece spaceships
and space suits made by a bra manufacturer
the oblivious twinkling firefly planes taking off and landing..

and in this universe of creation
we are the only game in town
and in the middle of a stadium of watching trillions 
be a clever goldfish 
lean against the glass all knowing
and peer at your misshapen reflection and out at nothing and no-one..

how lucky i was to witness
faraway sentinels skinny-dip their boundless ether endless sea
i waved again just to be friendly
twas remarkable enchanting awe-inspiring
and yes more than a little eerie..

i wonder 
are the visitors back on their planet recounting to their friends
the funny episode of that strange small faraway dot of a being
from a steel and glass cave seemingly waving up at them..
oh don't be silly
absolutely no way
we were far too far away..

To Red Pill Pill The Fake Myth Myths

No one here gets out alive
Apart from those ~
Culture’s beautiful untamed horses
The twenty-seven club going on eighty
From now to anciently
Hollyweird to Lookout Mountain’s riant eyes
From Tavistock Institute
Blood lines and Five Eyes
From all this to all of that
Mainstream presstitutes
The War On Terror’s ratatat-atat..
I, more than once, accused of not believing in 9/11
Is 9/11 now a diety ~
At free-fall..

Lo, I fell for other myths
Older now, yet frankly
Only the mirages without shadow, I’m self-immunised
All the romanticised, worshipped, afterglow internalised~ not so easy
All our heroes, credos, in all guises, means and ways ~ weaponised..

Controlled opposition
Intelligence children
Psittacine weird scene
No nepenthe for those aroused from sleep
Cyclopean worms ride the deception snake ~ the end
And from some fetid eternal birth-wheel still springs
Such bastard fakes, and in a forever churn
From whom clones are cloned
And in their image, should we seek redemption, only we are burned
We debate within the dark nano-frames presented
Step out the frame ~
It’s okay to be a heretic
Surf the 10-D chessboard, frisbee the rabbit holes, up-ended
Flip the silence..

Embosk glanceable
Betrays them, yet not, they always hold control
I recently attended, and wide-eyed awake
all the wakes I previously lamented ~
I, the eager younger dreamer
Gazed all too glittering seams to earnestly seem ~ gold fever
Question: Will I still weep for the ones I once believed ~
this unstilled part of me
Do red pills turn blue when the red-pilled sing the blues
Oh, goodness above, oh no
Now I believe I know..

In the hills the dead are alive, we cried
And some wept again at the pathos of that
I side-stepped a glance at myself, surprised
As tears splashed the piss-memorials
The orchids, the scent of rust-sprayed thorns
And, as we stood beside ourselves, the fake dead encored more
Wow, how I fell for the news’ lying eyes
So you never died a long time ago..

Well no, we told you we sold the world..
And now we have killed you twice
We desire a few of you to realise 
And we shoot you down again
Band-bang-alive you re-fortify us, unwitting initiate
We shoot you down again
Bang-bang-alive
Heart-broken, strange you seem so vivified
Yes, aren’t we often electrified
When we pull back the veil, confirm the betrayal
So, congratulations,you spook-detective, you spoked our signals, receptive, ha ha
Question: Who you gonna call..