The Mystery-Tango Haiku

 

quadrillions to one
the chance of you being born
for more dice to roll..

the fate casino
the loaded dice and free will
the mystery tango..

the ineffable
nature of the paradox
the means to what end..

what of consciousness
metaphysics cannot nail
the worldless language..

our spectrum limits
conceptions follow light
from eyes beyond mind..

roll the dice rolling
game our seeded perceptions
to believe we know..

love and empathy
to start here we may enter
higher truth within..

wordless without frame
like the space between raindrops
arrows of silence..

King Herod's Eco-Aware Saturnalian Haiku

 

eco tourists fly
then drive to green paradise
ego recycling..

eco tourists refreshed
drive then fly back down to earth
walk the s.u.v..

green haik/
fewer syll/bles
less word poll/tion..

wordy hyp/cr/sy
extinction rebellion
syll/ble glutt/ny..

fe/er thoughts formed
e/ua/s fe/er brain cells worn
green mind nice flat lawn..

christmas recycles
unwanted gifts/store returns
wise cash cows ride man..

king herod '20
masked slaves black friday perfumes
lenders smell rosy..

saturnalia
santa claws an anagram
laughs 'neath the chimney..

raised sacrifices
tinsel altars spoke fairies
pagans insulted..

vaccines for christmas
shall my arm wear a green mask
r.n.a.-distance..

Celestial Mechanics For Hush Track Avatars

 

precision engineered laughter tracks
precision engineered..

                  enter stage right lovable goofy neighbour character
                  slides in sotto /pregnant pause /batman joker grin
                  floor manager lifts card up to studio audience
                  in bold comic sans the card instructs..
CHEER/APPLAUD!!
                   rippling deep-fried rain hits up the tin ceiling
                   the satin static sweep serenades wah-wahs woozy..

                   as elegant as a geisha girl a cheery blossom-painted fan
                   the floor manager gently flutters the card lower again
                   a finger raised to her elfin lips
                   trepanning the tranced trampolined
                   skinner box signals the swooned
                   like rustling leaves hush in jazz brushes
                   folding like electrocuted kittens in an animal testing lab
                   these twitched kittens also pass the calisthenics test
                   aces all the way..
                                                                                 
precision engineered newscasts
precision engineered..
                                        
                   i surf the news channels
                   all fiercely in competition for audience share
                   independent and autonomous networks
                   yet more often than not
                   the same news items are presented
                   in the same order
                   with similar headlines and perspectives offered
                   scoped from the same vantage points
                   scooped and slopped
                   channel to channel
                   franchise to franchise liquid statues in situ..

                  day after day and year after year
                  and decade after decade and
                  this mysterious and apparently non hive-mind vibes
                  whirling such telepathic consensus magic yet how
                  this does not correlate with real life
                  not even football matches
                  or the most mundane of conversation
                  well this state of affairs has never been any other way
                  must be in the natural order of things so i say okay..

precision engineered dialectics
precision engineered..
                           
                  it is so challenging
                  this talking head presents a cherry cola opinion
                  yet that one a diet cherry cola opinion..

                 and i am directed to choose between two options
                 only two sides to every story
                 a third option is sometimes offered not sure
                 do you agree with a or b
                 disagreeing with both means i am not sure
                 phone us now..
                 i prosecute..

                 simmered to a boil i percolate my lid lifted
                 lowered in my vanishing point
                 the blinding heavens drift away..                

precision engineered opinion makers
precision engineered..

                  these opinion makers are built in factories
                  each expert in everything exactly
                  pristine bladed in the breeze to sway
                  each like an emerald flame a kindling glade
                  the air filtered thousands of times pure
                  so no chance of thought-virus infection
                  air-locked clad water-tight brigade77 in civvies
                  i am a humble ant at room temperature
                  their blade with climbing vines my watchtower
                  the summit my vista ready-made saves me time..

precision engineered optics
precision engineered..
                    
                  box-fresh loaded and ready
                  transfixed i gaze into their benign ejector-seat eyes
                  news programming in 5-4-3-..
                                         
                  never look away never so much as glance away
                  might miss the opportune moment
                  to receive that all-important elusive jigsaw piece
                  they always warn us all
                                         ..all that fake news out there..
                  i trust them implicitly
                  to frame accurately all my given realities..

precision engineered voodoo
precision engineered..

                 needles impress our minds a psychic acupuncture
                 an invigorating tonic
                 fresher than himalayan air
                 without all that annoying yeti shit..
 
precision engineered lookalikes
precision engineered..

                 sacrifice and plastic surgery
                 an unknown demise aid a seamless resurrection
                 the ears are almost the same
                 yet the voice and mannerisms have changed
                 probably only my trick-playing imagination..

precision engineered history books
precision engineered..
                 
                  we gave them a partition
                  and in bengal withheld their food from them
                  we allowed them the opportunity..
                  to naturally lower their population
                  by a fair few million
                 we smashed their hands and their looms
                 we gave them free uniforms to die in our wars
                 and for the ones who survived the right to no pension
                 we encouraged sometimes forceful conversion
                 call it benign civilising coercion
                 we let them pay for and build our railways
                 we gave them this democracy
                 gave
                 but were they grateful ..were they f..

precision engineered popular culture
precision engineered..

                 attitude promoters posture the norms
                 artistic values axioms and expressions
                 net curtain personas softly carpet us
                 with only the best of intentions
                 i watch the film i buy the score
                 i snort a few more lines of popcorn
                 and popcorn never killed anyone
                 smiley face and like
                 they chop the mirrors they ice-skate the tracks
                 break in my lines..
                                       
precision engineered songwriters
precision engineered..
                                     
                 both edgy and product-friendly but truly gifted
                 in silken-sheathed skin
                 provide us with the soundtrack to our lives..

                 romance on bass
                 righteous anger on lead guitar
                 misdirection on keyboards
                 imperial machinations cloak drums
                 drummers so silent drum
                 bamboo dreams in the foyer
                 bubble wrap oil to irrigate my foundation ..
                                        
precision engineered enemies
precision engineered..

                 the dead mastermind from his cave complex
                 complete with indoor plumbing
                 and kidney dialysis unit
                 and armed only with a satellite phone
                 and a fake mick fleetwood beard
                 instructed the hijackers
                 phantom hijackers armed only with box-cutters
                 how to defy all the radars and defence systems
                 as well as the laws of physics
                 and by god they did it..

                before seal team 6
                shot him to pieces and threw the phantom into some ocean
                i hope the intelligence services
                prodded the dark magician how he weaved his evil spell
                it may not have occurred to them to ask him
                such a missed opportunity for us coincidence theorists
                especially in light of the mysterious seal tragedy
                that befell many of the team shortly afterwards deep-sixed..                                                                          

precision engineered mythologies
precision engineered..

                 breaking news the tragic incident still sketchy
                 misunderstood and tortured
                 enigmatic and mysterious
                 it seems the celebrity gardener
                 threw herself into her manual lawnmower
                 there will never be another one like her
                 ..not for at least another few weeks..
                           and we will manage that..
                i had no idea how affected i would be
                i suffer from hay fever
                thus deeply alienated from the garden centre-privileged..

precision engineered mass trauma
precision engineered..
                 
                 in her honour
                 garden centres will be selling her mower lines
                 at half-price
                 one-minute silence
                 will be propagated all over the youkay
                 i am okay i will join in
                 i will be activated and appropriately devastated
                 i will buy one of her lawnmowers
                 though no i have no lawn
                 but up there somewhere she will be smiling
                 she highlighted the issue of manual lawnmower safety
                 so her tragic inexplicable death will not be in vain
                 in extremis dexterity..

                though a man
                i am in touch with my feelings deeply
                demon driver of my hamster-wheel benz
                my neon candle lights bright this promised land
                i will not be a killjoy
                i shall sway my votive mowercandleTM
                it will be almost as tragic as the diana thing
                and that pity party was brilliant     
                a glastonbury-style alpha-death wellspring
                the highlight for me was when a tabloid
                celebrated the kosovar or whatever
                punched  on the chin
                                for grubbing a thrown funeral teddy
                innocently lying on the heaped wrapped flowers
                i am not a celebrity so please let me in..

                magic moments for the goddess of the hunt
                crossroads
                and the underworld..              

precision engineered evidence
precision engineered..

                  and in other news..                         
                  the assassin vanished into a million pieces
                  but was identified by his car insurance papers
                  which he considerately kept on his person
                  thankfully discovered by a mossad agent
                  who happened by luck to be strolling nearby
                  found a gun near a drain
                                         dissolve..

precision engineered fear-hopium
precision engineered..

                  if you vote for me you vote for hope
                  if you vote for him you vote for
                  famine pestilence and the apocalypse
                  and that is before things turn really ugly
                  i give you hope he offers only fear
                 so you better listen to me or you will be sorry..

precision engineered status symbols
precision engineered..

                 hey kids
                 you see that phone your mum bought you last year
                 ..now is only for losers
                 this new model is now available
                 a special limited edition mint of six million
                 ding-ding you can a winner again
                 and we will issue a newer limited edition model
                 this time next year no fear seven million
                 tell your mum..again then..
                 first come first serve though..

precision engineered freedom
precision engineered..

                 i wave that cloth i sing that anthem
                 i raise it high
                 the sight brings me to tractor-beamed tears
                 i instruct the creator to save a monarch
                 otherwise what would he do with her
                 and ultimately that might signal bad news..
                 for the creator..

                 i am happy for him we directed him
                 the creator knows who to save now
                 and that makes me cry even some more
                 he is so lucky and so are we
                 drop-shipped my heart wrenched with joy
                 sprinkled in my tears
                 i am living the delegated stardust life
                 yes tragic celebrity death is always wrong but
                 count me in
                         like an aerodynamic candle walking in the wind
                                like an extended mixed simile the cow dragged in..

 

Sensible Celebrities For Synthetic Vaccines Haiku

 

the smiles sterilised
government indemnifies
big pharma babies..

Programming..Doomscroll Haiku

self-perpetuate doom expectation update feed dread obsessives.. dread obsessives fed
social media feeder troughs
refresh compulsion..

the fear-hopium
heartbeats of the heartless world
predict triggered trip..

(I have been informed by Blogger that this is my five-hundredth post. I'm not proud.)

Proof Of Haiku Concept Album (Light Through The Dark Optics)

 

thousands of photos
on the plastic device
glass note glissando..

smile unto yourself
selfies enter the meeting
kidnapped in its chat..

mobile for christmas
bowed lips purse blowjob blowfish
infants mimic stars..

rabbits catching lights
the persona containers
compressed in thumb drives..

the curve of flat planes
budget flighted memories
nought chants to zero..

the random dovetails
in concert with fan requests
flash freeze tapestries..

orchards of landscapes
trees icebergs mountains peoples
liquid earth kisses..

the artistic flourish
yellow tape chalk lines with paint
voyeur consciousness..

do two-way mirrors
trick projecting confidence
answers on a stamp..

the lost love moved on
to respectfully delete
save the memories..

abuse death threats trolls
broken-hearted child confused
the cause – kitten pics..

the yearning prolonged
the ineffable to grasp
midnight train to sun..

Our Man From The Identity Poetry Politburo

 

celebrated cutnpaste lowly poemy priestlet
tidemark itchy hornet rash pointy finger beat
pulp-spam-pulpit bow-wow thunk-policer hubris
tinnitus rhythm ding-ding illiterative glimmerist..

tavistock instantman boilerplate sham-angster
ident-politburo pummeler june-jejune poetrickster
didactic spammer nappyglam antsy lisa moaner
scheme-miring teeth-grinder parrot funnels emus..

he likes shagging feminists an agitprop priapist
blowhard thumbs-up likes entice horny misandrists
bingo clipboard tickntick a triggered miser wordist
another gesture-genuflector fistfuls of fog remain..

should you beg to differ defer to tram his thong
his fake love upturns hummus man frosty kong
beast mode turbo ego astroturf fluff-tiggerdome
larynx bullshit stratocaster vacuum pack one tone..

entitled prune-messiah rising on the bbc so soon
another covid wave he will master-mug on zoom
an mbe on its way a gold globule for purple piss
because that is the way they like it..tick tick tick..

anal mason plasterjazz noodley tree of po show
dot insectoid splatterman spins vortex-neck libido
leaning pisa maestro glows fabulist in tepees
per tiddely-pom tadpole-fizzy he waxes rivet-ditty..

Metropolitan Country Song

as we were conversing
the cool night shuttering within air
i felt the edges around an unspoken something
her grief hopeful grief for some theft to love
to set sail what kind of temple on her raft
her pact her deal with the dark side motioned..

and her eyes reflected the windows on her eyes
the windows the night rain outside smudged
the traffic lights winking at the signals blur
blending stop go left right speed up slow down
the open sesame to this secret staircase
alias an escalator down the upward vortex..

her exhale blew a halo clouding the glass
will ouroboros pin a zero on her infinity symbol
then we were silent with her dark deal confided
we both gazed back out the window
slanted rain etched the glass like war paint
i laughed only in fear of this world of initiation..

They Bring Us Gifts

 

dog whistle vessels make some noise
feedback loops enchant
echocardiograms with parabolic waves..

repeating glissando
action/reaction the sonic ricochet
make some noise for whomever then empty
recycle green..

the spears shake
the spaghetti smiles purse
smear the deal seal the lips
crocodile tears roll up smoked glass
like a drill..

anticipating the white noise thrills to come
sit tight lie down upright
we must heed the whistle call again
woof woof meow
magnetar on guitar
heads go pop..

like a returning summer breeze
faith renewed just like that
return to the programming scheduled
the mysterious keys to the heart
so easy to forge to find..

fortune yet again will usher destiny
fill auditoriums of the everyday woman
and the everyday man
our voices heard at last
we the content blah blah moon/june sos
beat poetry to the chosen someone else
the speech bubble parables parade..

as lowered fishing nets glisten hooked mirrors dip
some fish will harmlessly flip
still refract the blinding shine from above
silvery flames kiss the coastal waters
the rolling curl-over waves buoy undulating
jack-in-a-box seers incoming..

the iridescent dunes rise and roll against the promenade
bringing undetected mysterious bottles
with messages hidden inside to unroll
they tinkle onto the shoreline just as the moon rises
and the seemingly gentle outgoing tide beckons
offering new and improved gifts gifts gifts..

from somewhere
somewhere over there
the sirens ululations call us
again..

 

Halloween For Christmas

ladies and gentlemen the new lockdown be here
willing you to imbibe your own canned-masked-laughter
gag until christmastime..

so until then listen to cliff richard
the great granny farm messiah
he went to sun city back in the day
he sang about a devil woman
he sang about jesus
he never sang about steve biko..

and lo the wise men followed the blue halloween moon
and they spied a couple in a barn
and the couple were not social distancing from their new infant
and the wise men shook their heads in despair
and they called the police
and the police issued a verbal warning to the couple
and an on-the-spot fine just to drive home the point..

and the wise men were pleased with the police and they did offer the police gifts
masks sanitisers two-metre measuring sticks
and the police said cheers
and little baby jesus said to himself
seriously
why should i even bother..

and on hearing the thoughts of the infant
the lord did look kindly upon jesus and smiled
and whispered to jesus
fair enough..

T-Minus What

 *Apologies for the smaller font size. I didn't want arbitrary line breaks which occurred when using a larger font/font type. 

more incredible than if the loch ness monster had built the pyramids
more elusive than the serengeti sea yeti apple scrumping in the antarctic
more enchanting more life-affirming than a ghost-written celebrity autobiography
more empathetic than fine-dining sophisticates boiling alive their divine ex-lobster-to-be
more generous than a cheshire cat with a chainsaw jealously guarding their fish ice cream
more sincere than all the flag-waving leaders saluting the salutes-to-order photo-op electioneering
more giving than vampires guarding a blood bank in a war zone of cluster-bombed civilians
more relatable than a mad cow yoga-posing the complex position of billionaires for burger-flippers
more benign than triffids with hay fever floating amidst a nursery of venus fly-trapped people
more than this
more than this..

more pineal gland-opening than fluoride-packed toothpaste soul-destroying your children
more delightful than a hollywood producer preaching ethical..meanwhile down in those basements
more endearing than a scamfluencer unboxing dead shrodinger cat products splattering bounce
more grim than one-percenter-seers refurbishing cold war shelters for fantasy e.m.p. bug-outs
more life-affirming than a fukushima meltdown surely all the two-headed whales and dolphins agree
more full of the joys of spring than factory-farmed steroid-jacked beheaded chickens and sheep
more higher-minded than purdue pharma sponsoring installation art in oxycontin-addled dying cities
more gentle than the summer breeze from d.e.w. mini-nukes vaporising very tall buildings at ease
more consoling than a cash cow evangelist fulminating with love adjudging your human frailties
more than this
so much more than this..

more accountable than an intelligence head who cannot confirm or deny they shredded those files
more altruistic than a royal campaigning to end poverty dangling secret bloodlines going back miles
more sci-fi than farmers abducting milab fake aliens to produce hybrid children with irradiated corn
more peace-loving than the banker cabal funding armchair-war-mongers all sides to the manor born
more anti-materialistic than a guru selling go-fund-me healing trinkets for whose health and wealth
more ennobling than an embittered old rocker stating it all went sheer downhill after the sex pistols
more sage-like than a-thousand-secrets-to-success life coach ponzi scheme oil-slick dream seller
more motivated  to aid mental health holistically than big pharma aka opioid crisis fulfilment centres
more connected than lettered agencies to their proxy terror creations they claim determined to slay
more than this
more than this
so much more than this..

 

Present Dreamt Past

the smell of earth after rain
softly speaks
murmurous..

and the amniotic tranquillity
of being indoors after a thunderstorm
the painting rain re-echoing
windows rolling mercury beads
a jazz beat and form..

wandering alone
sunlight filters through the leaves
present dreamt past..

leaves of lime
filaments in flame flutter translucent
where the serpentine clouds streak silver
the beams glitter gather strobe
yielding rustic shades luminous beneath
ever changing swirl strokes
laconically twirl spiralling mirroring..

motor oil ink-blots polka dot pool
magnify in mini-mouse the milky way rotating
limpid on a dumped car reflector light
wow a convex planetarium
the petri-dish sea horse bubbles sheen space
obsidian gold turquoise unfolding turning
and seemingly draped on the cracked glass
etches the silken shape of a pulsar..

then a dried blown leaf dances along the surface
like an impatient mantid god
anxiously scuttling on the lava lamp lily pad
its toes dip in the oil
searching out a different galaxy
where the leaves have not yet bloomed fallen..

Your Monsoon

 

rain complements the music the rain
nature on nature a confluence raindrop on a raindrop dissolve
the thunder lightening breath drawn still
to immerse is to escape
one raindrop rolls ravines valleys
the music transformer..

rain complements the music the rain
unhurried ravishing exquisite
a circular firing squad of bliss
the sky beats your big instruments of sky
floating clouds the shape of thrones
wonderous with worldless wishes now written..

without mind within your wordlessness
nutrition for the reserved chambers stirring within you
your floating field essence in the palm of your open heart
where you never need to tell yourself who you are
what you are essentially a wordless world there the butterfly lifts
worldless anticipation contemplation realised..

He Looked At The Audience So The Audience Applauded

 

so..
..happened to be at home and about to go to bed
when an uber platinum a-lister caught me
he was being interviewed on a prime-time late-night teevee chat show
he was in the middle of explaining how he managed to keep things real..

he recognised his secret needed to be shared
because it is something we all wonder about
and although i had no idea who this superstar was
still i sat forward perched on the edge of the sofa
anticipating the reveal..

i turned up the volume
it was appropriate..

right..so yeah i admit that looking at things granular from the outside
things look pretty nice you know cozz i always seem to be filmed with supermodels
snorting lines of coh-cayhne..their well-oiled shapely.... [audience laughter]
though i strenuously deny..
 
and i am not denying that..
and yessir i do have a beach-front house in malibu
and yes one in santrowpayy
and as paparazzi have shown endlessly and..hurtfully
i have a luxury yacht with luxury uhssistants..so yeah..

and most of my cars are in air-conditioned gahraar-jizz
though not so my go-karts or beach buggies
so that detail the paps never seem to mention..
soooooyeah..

and so i was saying what..
oh yeah so..you know i have all that
but i know of the real world..
here you go..here you go..i  still know..
i still know..i still know the price of margarine..so..

he looked at the audience so the audience applauded
i deliberated on his wisdom then nodded
he talks sense
he manages to keep things real
simply by letting us know that he knows..the price of margarine
that is very elegant..

and I hope that if he admits that there was this one time
one time when he forgot the price of margarine
his whole life will not be judged on that
you know how envious and harsh some people are..

after watching this interview and about to fall completely 
asleep i recalled another late-night teevee chat show interview 
where another superstar engaged in a similar spiritual practice
she informed us her audience that she knew the price of..milk..
milk not margarine..hmmm..

so breaking this down forensically
it seems that uber platinum a-list superstar celebrities
stay in touch embracing
putting in a shift by putting in the effort to let us know
usually in late-night teevee chat shows
that they are aware of the price of at least one line of dairy product
it could be margarine it could be milk
but it seems it is not necessary to know the price of both
and although that would be impressive
it might come across as a little surplus-to-requirements
and thus perhaps a little crass or braggadocios..

so now i know
if ever i were to become a superstar
i must remember to inform the great unwashed
that i know of their world knowing the price of at least one dairy product
so i will claim to know the price of vegan margarine
because that might not have been done yet..

 

By Flickering Candle Flame

 

and lo the philistines cancel culture
and the misandrists cancel men
there the mockingbird media attacks critical thinking
their wink-winkers sync one-eye-hallelujahs with knee-bends..

and where songwriters fling anti-materialism trinkets
sponsored by a car a beer a shoe-cum-dildo device
right there ventriloquists cancel untruth
the way vice presidents cancel vice..

we are the world of inversion and obfuscation
where language is the tourniquet applied to constrict the higher mind
a woven underworld unrolls where the upside-down unfolds inside-out
no wonder some of the planetary infantry ponder on the eternal lies..

so the philistines cancelled so-called culture
and look how those loving locusts cancelled famine war and disease
how many times have they proclaimed their done-deals with the devil
ever wondered why tricksters raison d’etre is so generously revealed ..

we are the world of pre-loaded gulags plying piss artists their planet casino
of fakepeares scribing  memoirs for stellar bio-hazard neros
we are the world where pornography is the meta-machinery of romance
where destroyers cradle their burned offerings and consume terrified infants..

we are the world of scamfluencers effluent affluence
their jagged rocks wrapped in ermine beckoning you come hither
the welling agents mist-up history directed vetted splintered vivid
yet by flickering candle flame so still truth-seekers trace the hidden hieroglyphs..

What Within Beyond

that distance reversed behold what lies beyond
fathomless as the vanishing form
alpha omega alpha omega
tomorrow of long ago off/on and gone
all the inkless fables..

how distance-made moments so vast connect
points of light moldavite weave woven threads
time in all its ravenous radiance spiralling
and the streams rivers and oceans magnetise
to exit space falling away to echo..

some noughts mean much more than nothing
and in our galaxy we inhabit this mere speck
what lies beyond our space the farthest sky to know
here we might perceive or innately sense..

here we might perceive or innately sense
what lies beyond our space the farthest sky to know
and in our galaxy we inhabit this mere speck
some noughts mean much more than nothing..

to exit space falling away to echo
and the streams rivers and oceans magnetise
time in all its ravenous radiance spiralling
points of night moldavite weave woven threads
how distance-made moments so vast connect..

all the inkless fables
tomorrow of long ago off/on and gone
alpha omega alpha omega
fathomless as the vanishing form
that distance traversed behold what lies beyond..

Rise In Love

why do we fall in love
rather than rise in love..

even poets always fall in love
rather than rise in love
this is a mystery..

i would say we fall in hate
but we rise in love..

we rise in love together
and sometimes we rise in love so alone
on a different direction a path a calling another mooring
sometimes almost driven mad with loneliness
riddled with self-doubt or sorrow
yet especially here in love we rise..

when a love is lost and out of reach forever
even as we tumble and fall almost drowning
swim up to the rippling light
we rise in love
a spark of the divine remains within
that can never be taken
and like a candle flame rekindled
we rise in love..

as you stare up at the night sky
know the stars and moon also need a friend
embrace the light of the luminous night
we only fall in hate
but we rise in love
the optics the night offers you
may also prove invaluable
and can also be your trusted confidante and friend..

unless we have fallen in hate or bitterness
even after a love has gonewe remain risen in love
for every kind of love leaves its mark
memories are the living legacy
not to imprison but for reflection
for afterwards we are never quite the same again
even as we tumble and fall in the heartbreak
we can stay risen in love
its touchstone its true meaning..

reeling feeling that searing sense of loss
even for a love never experienced
memories never made
the empty chambers of your heart
nurturing the present absence
but love can never be pursued or grasped
and can never be owned
so let go and be kind to yourself
your heart revived..

tumbling and falling
fall forward
reach out
fall forward and you will rise in love stronger
and heal..

we only fall in hate
but we rise in love..

we fall in hate
but we rise in love
give yourself a chance
allow that flame of the divine inside its dance
fall forward and heal
and rise in love
rise in love..

Man-Menagerie Haiku

not a pangolin
the elephant in the room -
lab of the bat man..

Masked Canary Emoticons In The Coal Mine

train announcement..

if you are not wearing a face covering

you may be fined up to one-thousand pounds..

well..
i think that is not nearly enough
call me old-fashioned but i believe
you should also face a firing squad
but only after you have paid your fine
and if you refuse to pay your one-grand fine
you should face two firing squads
just so you clearly get the message
it can be cruel to be kind..

do you want this poem to catch the thing
do you madly suffer metrophobia malady
have you sanitised your hands
have you sanitised your screen
have you sanitised your sanitiser
well the sanitiser cannot sanitise itself..

have you sanitised your eyes
your thoughts your emotions
your fears your aims your wishes your plans
your beliefs your dreams your nightmares
your screen emoticons..

all your ubiquitous canary-coloured emoticons
must also wear the mask
masked canary emoticons in the coal mine
smiling
           behind the mask..

we are all in this together
we
and who be this we..

we are all in this together
this
so what is the nature of this this
what is this this that we are all in together..

we are all in this together
together
who is together
together doing what
and why..

so steal my mask from my cold dead hands
call me the covid charlton heston
i shall mask my masked face
over my already masked face
call me a man of double mystery
the mister mysterymystery man..

mirror mirror
who is that masked masked man
thinking of the mask manufacturers here
for i do not want them furloughed
mirror mirror
i shall place a mask over my reflection
mirror mask reflection..

i am together here with myself with mask manufacturers
praying for that second wave to manifest
hey let us surf that second wave together
riff-off to dick dale or beach boys or stan getz
perfect music to surf the second wave..

let us surf together
second wave bosa nova
the masked girl from ipanema..

Tall and tan and young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes
I smile – but  I don’t know if she sees me
Because she is also wearing a mask, social distancing...

social distancing – what a world-beating oxymoron that is

real quality and heft to that one..

wait comrade i have more gifts for you..
coronavirus - more positives
crashing cascading waves of job losses abound
it has made many of us even more mistrusting anxious and depressive
there has been a huge increase in domestic violence too

blamed not so much on the virus
but the lockdown
words have meaning ~ lockdown..
and a lockdown is not domestic violence..

now imagine if someone had told you last year
aside ~ we all have at least one nostradamus in our lives ~ i am the one in mine
that 2020 would be the year of planetary lockdown
what would you have thought..

where entire industries would be smashed to bits
with small businesses crushed
where obesity and alcoholism would steeply rise
with children locked in like abused pets
big pharma would do really well
what would you have thought..

and what would you think
if your nostradamus now let slip to you what will happen in 2021..

and how many times has someone asked you
what you think will happen next..
oh and how did you answer them
you are among friends here so do not worry..

there is something going on around here
do you know what it is mister zimmerman
go on write another song about jfk
i look forward to also hearing your latest thoughts
         on the assassination of arch duke ferdinand
you brave brave man..

and remember
we are all in this together
we we are together together..

mainstream covid-19 poetry
is almost as insightful and uplifting as post-9/11 poetry
....we were all in that together
the neo-con love-in
and we all loved one another bombing iraq
we should have banged some pots and pans then
and clapped in the streets
like performing seals
i knew something was missing when we bombed iraq together ~ pots and pans..

at least this time many clapped
and they were dismayed at those who did not
what is wrong with them they shrieked
are we all in this together together or what..

to simply ask a question
has now become a revolutionary act
my unasked for advice to you
whatever you say say nothing
instead press your mask against the mirror
read the vapour steam signals
then put your lips together and breathe away the mirror..

searching for truth for love
the love of truth..
perhaps that is what fear fears most..

atmospheric wars
the dam quakes
the bough breaks
as gently weightless as a thousand atomic bombs
the human ocean a salt plain of teardrops..

so allow me to ask you
what do you think will happen next
share your thoughts transmitted through masked steam signal emoticons..