No Song For The Indebted

 

the lockdown zoom armies
bleary-eyed and stressed and fractious
at home overlord eagle eyes monitor
the cybernauts tether
spy software for audit trails
watching the fattened tire
galloping in zero-gravity
swimming restless legs
softly circling inside-out
and sad children like wilted plants
in open prison lockdown
their under developing folded-in minds cave in
unintended consequences tended so tenderly..

the lockdown zoom armies
sculpted forms shred/boxed-in air-locked
immersed in cartons sanctioned
ass-backwards kundalini
sliding door-eyes lizard
their tyre skids snakeline flat-curves
mRNA celebrities
dribble vinegar on tv breakfast sofas
jabbed two-masked grannies give thumbs-up
timed implosions tick-tock
blood clots under ice rinks pure coinkidinks
concerned clinicians like frightened deer
msm say stay informed/nothing to see here..

the lockdown zoom armies
sweat like installation art totems
as drooling senior directors coil ready to spring
gravity beams on the moon-rocked
predictably sheer downhill they sail
more flotsam for that table top exercise
the great reset take your cue
new rules and rituals pipeline
orchid-festooned porcupines present
ritualised dank candyfloss benevolence
greener beaches roll in bankrupt tides
cleaner skies rain on cabin crews and sun-kissed livelihoods
more debt-slavery consequences still softly killing with its song..

What Is That Godly Tennis Racket/The Folded Arms Do Not Lie (Post Rock Panegyric)

For spiritual uplift, please watch this first. Let your ear buds boldly go baldly loud.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O8IKnEoynH

this poem contains a mogwai audience strobing..

post-rock yoga the default position
some men with sage beards
all women without
shy smiles
heads slowly bobbing
in deep meditation/repose
arms folded
unfold
refold
the default post-rock yoga position..

heads bobbing/arms folded
some men with sage beards
all women without
their sage beards on the inside
this is what it is all about
arms unfolded fold unfold
pause then refold
no messing around..

benign professorial smiles
heads of the band raise upside-down
eyes closed open wide
the service will now begin
soundscapes outside/landscapes inside..

blissful melancholia in a tumble dryer
pear ice-cream on the moon
firm-footed shimmer for the film scores to ski
elves shift the sonic goalposts
logic on toast with tree tops to go..

fingers tapping/liquid legs master stoic
hamstrings tense/relax/tense/relax
the advanced post-rock yoga position
please consult your doctor first..

panoramic cinematic rivers for ankles beards and ears
one person now waving an arm slowly
easter island statue strikes glitterball lights
subbuteo with daisies
water tying shoelaces a haiku..

polite clapping and a few woo
arms fold more tightly for the orgasmic release
watershed torrents flood
a finger on the lips in pause and bliss
it is the only thing to do..

unknown colours pull out their aces
what is that godly tennis racket
salt plains echo through the drums
hamster aliens drive elephantine spaceships
and that is only the beginning..

tight arms also nodding
heads delightedly fold
some salute their mobile phone
then back to the default post-rock yoga position
sonic sanyasi..

shape shifted out the fire escape
soul delicatessen munchkins
the torsion physics of undulating symmetrical elbows
tsunami of dappled gems
in kumquat a quango of horizontal biceps
loosen neath lanterns
candyfloss super strings and augmented sevenths
to the goodbye night sky the stars wave hello..

the folded arms do not lie
the folded arms do not lie..

 
companion poem: 
https://sukispangles.blogspot.com/2015/09/post-rock-song-titles-that-probably.html

Ladies And Gentlemen You Will No Longer Be

 

poet of testicle ~
never assume one/two-testicle ownership is for men only
poet of uterus ~
non-females will have the right-to-uterus(TM) and to be with child
poet of cyborg spirituality ~
never say artificial intelligence-enhanced poet
poet of déjà vu sensibility ~
never say predictable/cliché-ridden/identarian poet
poet of leveraged levity ~
never say witless/humourless poet..

poet of diabetes-positivity ~
let us celebrate the sugar-challenged lifestyle together
poet of thwarted talent characteristics ~
never say overrated/crap poet
poet of creative privilege ~
never say talented poet
poet of atonality ~
never say monotone or boring poet
poet of colour/bame poet ~
never forget to lump together recognise all non-white poets so..

First World Problems

 

those thrums are her heartstrings sympathising
her beat disclosing
as she so gently closes the back door
self-metamorphosing
and the moonlight introduces the sunrise..

the digital world clocks the analogue
deadlines
yet this man is not a machine not a device
he knows the risk assessment
the imprisoning kind of self-denial..

to be
but oftentimes we simply have no choice
vision realised only in fevered dreams
the wish to seem to be
satiating the spirit with dream addiction
first world problems..

first world problems
get drunk on spit
extinguish your fire
generate credit-debt the trinkets bill and return to buyer trip-wired
first world problems..

time-out for sense gratification
ding-ding ego thrills and spills
the psychic corollary to that ponzi scheme
the status traps and all the pulp fiction
the guilt trips
and where restriction generates stagnation
inevitably resentment wretchedly rides in
all fabulous ways to encase your restless spirit
so what about it
and what of it..

of your spirit the spirit
your soul spirit your heart
maybe you should you bin it
as it breathes you
tumbles with you
being in reflective moments gently whispering
in resignation and self-abandonment screaming
first world problems
look how vain
i should be content surviving
who the hell do i think i am
discontent
thinking again
time to put away such childish things
first world problems..

so dear spirit shut-up animating
shut-up trying to sing
self-actualisation yeah pretty words for pretty words
but what does that nonsense even mean
i mean really
only that it is a self-delusional myth
peddled by kidult schemers with no responsibilities
gazing through skylights
following their own  crumbs in basements
first world problems
for clowns who believe in father christmas..

should i
redefine nihilistic annihilation as transcendence
to benchmark and plot and test
my new mantra could be
i must resist myself
i must resist myself
it would be so much easier than resisting all else
perhaps i could read this as a strange kind of spiritual test
that might help..

what about the next promotion
the next trophy holiday
the next trophy partner
my ghostly self will ride shotgun
noble in glass
i shall slay my needless spirit i will martyr it
sword my heart to stone
yes i must reprioritise this as my number one goal
after all it might not be such a tough ask
and then i can get busy being my own trophy badass
so much for first world problems
time to do the right thing
for myself and for mine..

just no
and that no means no
i know there is more
and there is more than one way to be selfless and to give
to taste the imperfect balance rare
more than just another friday
more than nursing the instant
more than walking in a desert
proudly taking a selfie in front of an oasis
for digital thumbs to share
no need to walk on water to see
being embittered is not the way to be..

deferred gratification and endurance
self-discovery with heart
anciently some wise beings from a very different world
said that being is its own reward
and millions deemed failed beings being created their great art
i take full responsibility
yesterday like the day before i failed
and i am hopeful that will only be the start..