Instagram-style Confessional Poem (with added value entitlement-resentment)

                      

I once blew up a vacuum cleaner with a vegan blancmange

I

ONCE

BLEW UP A

VACUUM cleaner

WITHAVEGANBLANCMANGE

AND I suppose you want to // know how

                                     

                  this terrible incident incident    strange

//?occurred

but really I would rather not talk about 

 ?    it

    ???

Would you find it funny [QUESTIONMARK+_QUESTIONMARK=QUESTIONMARK}

and it only happened one time

and I am hopeful it will not happen happen again

but

you never know do you

and besides

do you do you

it

• is none of your business ###GETREAL

• so why are you encroaching on my safe space

• stop it just stop

it

you are just being rude now

you are the kind of person that murdered someone

4 a BADREASON

a BADREASON is not a GOODREASON

 

GOD I hate you all learn to love you bastards

ANDAND

you have probably never vacuum cleaned a blancmange vegan or other wise so how would you know anyway do you even know what poetry is

• THOUGHT not

  PROVE IT TO ME!!!!

1. Do you even know what a blancmange is ///thought not do you eevn know what a vacuum cleanr is thought not///???
2. 
   
3. AND if you
4. think this
5.                                                                Is the
6. End of this poe
7. M
8. do not kid yourself/ves/elves

NO WAY AM I LETTINGTHISGO

NOT NOW

IF that vegan vacuumcleaner was a small animal chocking to death

 would that be funny

wellWOULD IT<>?????

WOULKD IT??/

WOULKD IT

?

?

~ELVES    

• 
  

The Into-None

 

copper tone lamp light flames your skin touched resplendent
awash the brilliancy the lush monochrome
swatch of iris
mist of sunset
twilit isles of crimson twilt
in waves..

yearning the cayenne blush heat/the ceiling swoop
thrumming the taut interlace
dew-drip unity
ascendence sheer
effortlessly woven
the waves..

mapping the placeless
time outside-in
an ocean of the candle-lit drop releases
the zero annihilation
the oneness of two    the into-none..
of the expanse of the dust speck
of the wordless the wordless
that something     a something
so elusive so temporary
this is to be human..

then tomorrow the time yesterday yields
the time yesterday     just and only in time
reminiscences reach to almost grasp
half save half destroy half yesterday..

this is to be human..

Burst In Its Zone

 

through and through
the city night contours gild the darkest filter
the zero gravity scythe swings on a mirror
the lesions twinkle as snowflake shards..

lotus of secrets beneath nightshade
more fallen tears staycation
limpid in amber
in upward flow
roll up to the back of the eyes
as the last vestiges of takeaway oil
reel in tethered
like a vanishing charm on a pendant..

bottle green empties flash their skyful
a dash of fairy lights droop lower over the river
like a trashed pier in its zone
weekend fish drink flatpack bubbles
caught like gifts of a swooping orb..

moonlight strikes the bin liners chrome
scampering urban animals tread on parched needles
a lonesome clubber bellyflops over his headphones
at light speed the astral traveller tilts at his concrete platform
as the bin liners admire their aura silver..

the sheep count the flooding pillows
gamma wave transformers for star signals
burst the city romances the blinded desert..

following in the wake of seagulls
snap-off rainbows back in deep-freeze
monday lanyards of rain..

 

Natural Medicine

 

rain is honey
the toxic wasteland now blooms a fresh meadow with stream
rain is honey
the parched scrub reimagined now abundant wetland again
rain is honey
the scarred flood plain healed replanted with tender saplings
rain is honey
the rested now nutrient-rich fields return sans agrochemicals
rain is honey
and human beings are not a disease
except perhaps to the powers-that-be..

and human beings are not a disease
to be bred out of existence with the darkest therapies
that dirge does not have to remain
and cities can be humane
imagine high-rises as vertiginous forests
and the metropolis a liveable thriving giving organism
pulsing with an energy expansive inventive artful graceful
synergetic empathetic holistic imaginative
and then there is truly life-affirming natural medicine
and the more they try to wish the good away..

oh but do we live in such dark times
that all this seems somewhat unreachable
belonging to the far side of utopian
only the stuff of silly poems and letters
written by middle-aged men who should know far better
well look around and then look to you
scattered here and there and within
witness and fathom the hopeful manifest truth..

valuing material things the right way
so easy
do we even need to try
the disposable culture is anathema to it
the emptiest most harmful kind of status symbolism
the paradox of such materialism eats more than only itself
do not sell your soul
and look there
what wealth what wealth..

so why crave replacements themselves so throw-away
to be replaced and replaced yet again and again and again..
for what sake and who really benefits
hiding in plain sight the shills shilling for zeros the dead lights
notice the assumed hopelessness baked into the buy..buy..buy..
perhaps we can be materialistic a more enlightened way
so easy there is no need to try
no mesmerising trance
jump off the hamster wheel starve misery the expense
self-reflection the romance of the expanse
we gift ourselves so much more than only a ghost of a chance..

and human beings are not a disease
as good custodians of this earth we act we witness we see
a few endangered species now flourish again
lost wetland habitats now thrive reclaimed
poisoned lakes now bird sanctuaries
urban decay transformed into woodland and light-filled spaces
so here are more real reasons to believe in real treasure..

oceans and lakes and lagoons are reclaiming their former majesty
with roads and homes made of collected recycled plastics
even upturned jet engines can dissipate poison particulates
human nature in sympathy with wider nature where both entwined can be
human beings are not a virus not a disease
we are part of the consciousness so much greater
save to savour
likewise that still bleached coral reef
awaits rescue and return to its former glory..

and to the powers-that-be
if you must keep the quadrillions of your empires
all your great steals
at least release those spoken-of long-hidden healing technologies
enlighten your self-interest and yield and even self-heal
or imagine yourself standing on your vaporising hill of beans
even if fully detached from your long-suffering host
as you sink and raise a glass to toast your own bitterness
what would clutching close a whole lot of nothing then mean at most..

dear powers-that-be
all it takes is a change of mind
say it think it act it be it feel it
all it takes is a change of mind
and the knowing
the power of redemption is an incredible thing
tattoo it on your removed chip
human beings are not a disease
and human beings are not a disease
and to heal is healing..

and if you think we are a disease
the least you could do is practice what you preach
set the example and kill yourself
but why do that when it would be so much better to simply reset
that would truly be the great reset
and truly something astonishing to celebrate for all time
so powers-that-be
is there a new song you wish to sing
called the power of redemption is an incredible thing..

rain is honey
the toxic wasteland now blooms a fresh meadow with stream
rain is honey
the parched scrub reimagined now abundant wetland again
rain is honey
the scarred flood plain healed replanted with tender saplings
rain is honey
the rested now nutrient-rich fields return sans agrochemicals
rain is honey
and as human beings let us be our own power-that-be
and as healers be healed..