An Open Letter To An Extraterrestrial

 

if an extraterrestrial allowed me to meet them
on the condition i would ask them only one question
here is what i would say
would you kindly share your philosophy..

this open-ended question
might intrigue them
for inherent within the question is my wish to establish a relatable connection
mind to mind
soul to soul
for truth-seeking and life-affirming empathy is limitless..

i might add
we see you in the sky
and mariners watch your ships rise from and fly down into
the deepest lakes and oceans
our governments lie for they say you do not exist here
and the witnesses who have observed you
are labelled liars or unenlightened or delusional conspiracy theorists
never mind for we know you are up there and down below
and we know you know
so please share your philosophy
some of us are ready to listen so please share
what you believe what you feel what you know
including what you know about us humans
that we might not know..

the other mortal being might say
you probably will not apprehend
and i will reply
this does not matter
it does not matter at all
so please go ahead..

the being comprehending may also understand
and settle my restlessness with the most gracious act of kindness
and share a glimpse into the awe-inspiring
perhaps also frightening and astonishing beyond
their real world might be comprised of the whole universe and strange time and more..

If You Must Self-identity As A Thinking Human Being

 

brigade seventy-seven have entered the uk chat
you better realise that to simply ask a question
now is regarded as a subversive act..

for your question might sow unwarranted doubt 
and the-we cannot tolerate that
if you must self-identify as a thinking human being
we of the seventy-seventh may have to seek you out
gently throw our anonymised weight about
for this untoward form of identarianism is not allowed..

the andy mcnab fanboys in your house
squirm supreme behind your mind
poke inside your ears
their clamped eyes roving want yours tourniqueted
deckchair-droids on tenterhooks for the state
pay your taxes and be gracious
always realise too late
always realise too late..

they have their playbook
they have their ready-made cheat-sheets
complete with flowcharted ready-made quips
their cut-and-paste ad hominems zero-in to splatter
when a red-lined ip address pings it rings them
the plugged-in trapping monks then reel the baited in
to drop in fig leaf batter
because to stupefy enquiring minds matters..

brigade seventy-seven have entered the chat
you better realise that to simply ask a question 
now is regarded as a subversive act..

no doubt the combat-trousered mannequins
have a coffee machine in the foyer
and a break-out lounge where they wind down
consuming teletubby news
thought-paratroopers on the ground tiggering
apocalypse new has its very own ride of the valkyries
fly in low
bomb the cyber sea tree line
duh duh duh duuuh duh...

the pop culture commentariat never call them out
why would they
being merely different means to the same end
for the best form of propaganda is entertainment
wave away the air
then serenade the vacuum again..

this brigade seventy-seven self-identity as..
agents of change
through targeted information and outreach..
plus ca change..

they sport venus fly trap boots on their mice
their honeypot tricks entice the bitten to bite for databases
and if your self-censorship shifts into silent-mode
that works almost as well
swivel your head three-sixty before you utter a thought
then swivel your head three-sixty again and again and..
see if you can spy the camouflaged owl stare
perched so still as your vertigo in a vice falls in..

your lacuna whispers its note to self
i should not be saying this should i..
getting ideas above my station 
maybe there is something wrong with me
yes there is something wrong with me
i better de-platform myself
from all the platforms
and most importantly from all of myself
before i do an injury..
i have no wish to be a targeted individual
i must carefully pick my battles
meantime best to be thoughtless
paint my pupils in shades of pastel
for when i peep out of my tortoiseshell..

brigade seventy-seven have entered the chat
you better realise that to simply ask a question 
now is regarded as a subversive act..

comply and resign to our equilibrium
freedom of thought is a dangerous thing
consider it an extreme sport
to self-identify as a thinking human being..

7 /7-out..

Uber Oumuamua (The Loneliness Of The Social Distance Long Jumper)

 
for if i am stabbed to death by an unmasked man
will i have died needlessly from covid
this gonzo omerta-psychedelia
lubricates the not so novel notion..

ah if only he had taken the vaccine
and had placed a mask on while being stabbed
that selfish soldier would still be alive today
he misunderstood this most peaceful stabbing
he is an ex gen-exer
so of no great loss
he died his way
so let it be written..
and so shall it be written..

star chamber oracles opine
echo chambers comply
pronouncements amplify the ouija variants
trial balloons softly clang
the shorted bet sings noel
the chaos order rides at perihelion..

whereupon coroneted marionets ambit swept
the darned engines glistering carmine
the downy inflection point
the  tinny singularity imperium
the blow-up shepherds synth pad the glissando illusion
eat my sine waves..

immersing immersing the darkly ambient tundra
the estranged
the channelled
the sinking sand synergy
densely populated abandoned cities
stoked checkpoints float on smart skylines
regular fries for the swarming timeline..

omnipresent matt hancock on television
wherever you are there i am
i gaze up to uber oumuamua
for cosmic cow consciousness circling this system
i only pretend to ask for a friend..

matt hancock gently reassures us
things will only get a little worse
it hurts me more than it hurts you
he wishes us to unite or take some blame or something..
bless..

on a tear with the tiers
will an incoming tier six soon tickle us sillier
you must now also social distance from yourself
and then..will that be that..

so gentle viewer here is what to do
breathe in only through your anus
then hold your breath tight until you collapse
and when you are again semi-conscious
jump three metres away from where you were
then welcome in tier seven
this time jump at least three-and-a-quarter metres..
okay that would make sense..

again and again and on and on
become the social distance long jump olympian
be a star at the tokyo games
even though the games will not be..

soon the petrodollar playstation will kamikaze
the wastelands surging
ghost notes for imploding printers
signatures of hardcore background radiation..

the loneliness of the social distance long jumper
vanishing within the vapour trail of kings
once every twenty-four hours
          make sure to replace your anus apparatus
share a drink with your ice cubes
embrace vitamin d-sceptics
buy some shares in fizzy pfizer fauci antiseptic
and never be the wrong kind of denier
the new salem witch trials require
your burning ears induced to gurn for hire
to slay light with fire
slay light with fire..

 

Ghost The Neon Chrysalis

 

fetched up to be flung away she crashed through rolling sky
her cling film credits dissolving on her reeled half-life
she was another wide-eyed contestant on another reality show
and alas she won that
        and then she was ghosted
               and then she became that ghost..

as the golden hour mirage admires its back-glancing monument
as the sharks circle their whirlpools around all that glitters
as the keyboard commandos bite at her ankles and her receding
and as the midnight sun caresses his amber reflection on her tears..

being trapped even momentarily in the neon chrysalis
blinding near its mad mountain zenith of melting quartz
immersed in its memory lava looping slipstreaming
cold nostalgia offers no comfort zone to flee to..

an addition of minuses fall as shooting stars
the astral plain of regret flecks her aether
she must now back-engineer her reinvention
recognise her meaningful life runs outside that framed projection..

she holds her bruised heart open to the elements
alone within the broken dream self-realisation may present its keys
once familiar shores and terrains to discover anew await
her rendezvous with her essence..