The Great Equaliser/The Sparkling Dead

                        the sparkling dead
offerings ~
their benday-dot ligaments
torn catherine-wheel-hamsters
fire-spun and splintered
trooping treetop blood spatter patterns
rorschach tests flouresce
harvesting the tear splashes
lathering hybrid-war lineaments..

one out-of-body experience please
with a vegan sausage roll to go
i brought my own bag and third eye
i am fracking reversing timelines to hack
like nostradamus with a grind to axe
entering backwards out of greggs
          after and before the open closed
and as i pulled away from my body my spine fried hovering velcro..

celebrities share their lockdown experiences with us
why
     is it scary 
silly question star-child why
     because gentle receiver we need to know..

look here
madonna emollient as strychnine
in her tub this phantom existence dappled with candles and rose petals
a helium-breathing black-goo-gargling vogue-serpent mona lisa-machine
i hope you get the picture and i hope not
bathing she muses ~ ventilator-coronets
coronavirus is the great equaliser
baphomet-in-a-bath back of the net
and an ego that if converted into food
may feed a continent of starving children
                  as well as her auto-tuned pet goats leather
          but would the little ones be grateful disapponted..

bill gates will lean back in his jacuzzi
in invisible parenthesis
                  looking a little too chipper these days if you ask me
for he is mister vaccine and he is all about fighting viruses
unless they are on his born-given windows operating systems
then it is
              easy come
                                easy go..
lick his back
                     inhale that wellspring of tar
                                                                   no faltering..

the day after that it will be tony blair
probably in a sauna/richard branson
in his spaceship all dinky and goatee do not ask
floating above a private island
expectorating for an airline bailout
and then david milliband will join them pissing grim miasma
so please pull out your credit cards
fund the fanged night air sheer for blood plasma..

should the ghost of fred west advertise airbnb

    maybe the ghost of peter sutcliffe would advertise yorkie bars
well he used to be a long-distance lorry driver you see
     …from coast to coast
each bite a chunky big mouthful..
also should esther rantzen front childline..
oh wait..

celebrities and murderers are the we of this world
                   this world of nether worlds
and that should make you feel better
and okay so yes i got it
the lockdown might destroy the economy
but that is a small price
think of the alternative
if we were working we would have no time
              to devote to a favourite celebrity opining on novel coronavirus-nineteen
what a killer that would be..

cheer up
coronavirus-nineteen poetry is a growth industry
so get out your pots and pans
stand in the street
applaud like an a-lister needs your life to depend on them saying no to cluster bombs..
                                                                                                   

anyone found not applauding
will be beaten
            until the morale of coronavirus-nineteen-theming poetry writers improves
so throw some sympathy this way please
and make yourself mean it
this blog poet has not been issued with any pee-pee-ee
think about the-mememe
here i am toiling without an n95 mask
scribing post-rock poetry
almost like a proper poet
almost like but not quite..

fun speculative fact
where there is a depression
usually a world war follows
almost like..
                   no armageddon out of here for you and me
pyramids for the few
and bin-bag tipis for the many
the great equaliser
the is what it was the same as it ever is the same as it ever was
and that is your heads-up
not that it will make much difference..