The Point Of Convergence

 

..transforms the joy to her smile
fountaining down from a dome-lofted space
her kick-drum sky..

and as the snow fell the snow fell the snow fell some more
and as the snow fell she seemed to pull up the railings
impossibly like they were an accordion
the lamp lights so arranged the beaming stellar runway..

the air unfurled the longed-for scent
fluttering a few seconds limitless transcendent
uplifting there the snapshot of her finity..

otherly light streaked the sunrise
ivory spirals splashed the corona
the crush of god as pure as wordless meaning..

the point of convergence
what is more
witness infinite witness..

 

Crystal-Bred For Your Xanadu Reactor/Always Photo A UFO With A Potato

 

to sleep all the hours of the day
i need more hours in the day..

a gonzopolitan urban sprawl
a vast wavering lake of melting scenery
there rippling heat dances off asphalt
a diaphanous net-curtain silvery streams..

parallel lines of lamp post lights
fireflies dangle from matchstick stalks
a splaying lattice work of amber torches
plash and lacquer the speed-freak ants
adorning themselves in the gross metallic
frying pans and colanders above dance
and should you spy one darting its loops
wobble to hold
only and always photo a ufo with a potato
always and only with a potato
and only after the potato is vodka-drunk..

clearworld dreamworld lava
elixirs pour reverse java
i transition to a flame under moon rain
the violet spice peels dimpled lavender
elementals tease the tear
from beyond the celestial realm
come here oh come here..
treaty signed to escape the gravity trapeze
what a tease
what insights are these
so did i really sign up for this..

the whipped cream night so bottle green
travelling beyond the speed of light
the speed of thought
and there you are
teeming in the speed of dark/off dark
so now dear astral you see the light
to do to be do simply..

out-of-body gets me out of here
gets me out of here
i ask my asterisk to see above
no lockdown no masks
no clot-shot jabs
the subtle bodies dance
clench buttocks
for the canned-speech nomenclature ride
you the hesitant/you the denier
twenty-first century medieval witch trials
the new terrorists the heretics
the so-called domestics
watch the bait-and-switch
the nations of concern
to variants of concern
you see it
so many eyes seemingly in jim-jams while apparently awake
soma for the masterplan
trust the science
trust gates..

no clot-shot jabs
no masks for subtle bodies
no mrna no thought-crime
the out of brains are out of mind
hubris ticking out of time..

a spatula of disembodied neurons robe
and off you go
the navel silk rope
filtering to dabble galaxies
or like a kite you float over the city thrum
the swelling orchestral snowflakes numen
the friendly spirits wave
the higher minds plucked keep mum..

hark what tinkling bells are they
what a sweep of choir with harmonium
the quilted coda
sky milkshake third-eye nectar
crystal-bred for your xanadu reactor..

to sleep all the hours of the day
i need more hours in the day..

and always remember
wobble to hold
only and always photo a ufo with a potato
always and only with a potato
and only after the potato is vodka-drunk..

The Timed-Out, Enveloped

 

reassembling the broken mirror of yesteryear
the piece that goes here
could be the piece that goes there
reassembling the broken mirror of yesterday
for the perfect broken mirror reflection..

placing together all the pieces
feel the push-back
tease the shards
rub the sharpened dust granules
the different light edges the glass ground
gems sparkle flowering legs of spiders..

in forward flow how time froze
glimmering within the determined gloss of self-preservation
vacuum anecdotes fill the empty glass slivers
undone cold-cut memories the spoils..

the lack of self-pity
the equanimity
stoic and time-stamped steadfast friends
sensitised empathy swirling
at least such remains betray the right side of human..

the cool sheets radiate the always returned night
a mobius strip of less-than-tomorrow
the looming moonlight recoil
seals the pristine scars enveloped
flawless soft stones of shame
the swollen river flows gold its milk dark
the tock-tick of the timed-out..

Content: Unboxing

unboxing
i am watching an unboxing channel
one of many many..

for many many
watching a kidult opening boxes
is compulsive and addictive viewing..

some boxes are cardboard
some boxes are plastic
some boxes are wooden
all presenters fake orgasmic
so different from porn..

unboxing it is called
someone opens up boxes
deliberatively urgent
while exclaiming ooh or ahhh
rather like..

so i am watching an unboxing channel
but first an ad
one that cannot be skipped..

..really annoying ad
for an indoor exercise bike
green screen fetid designer cubby holes
behind fake crash test dummies
fake crash test dummies paid to be 
paid to be purposely racing to nowhere
racing to hit the wall
to hit the wall of nowhere
i forget the name of the bike
the advertiser never mentioned the name of the wall
the name of the wall
nowhere..

all in all
another wall for the wall..

we are on the wall to nowhere..

now here is the unboxer
she waves at us with both hands
imploding teeth grinning
grinning dracula dental implants
she waves at us excitedly with both hands
with both hands like she is waving at puppies
puppies with severe learning difficulties..

she asks allmyviewers to smash the subscribe
and like buttons
and the subscribe and like button graphics appear
appear with ping and car horn effects
smashed subtly done..

she thanks her millionz subscribers
she brushes and blesses her bubble-wrapped chest
her bubble-wrapped chest confesses is humbled
humbled it is so not about the money
she says she knows we know that
she knows we know it is not about the money
about the money she just loves opening boxes..

then she says
so without further ado..
as another ad flashes its glue-on
gluon..

now we see her again she is
gazing thoughtfully at a box
like it is the turin shroud
if the turin shroud is hidden inside a colourful box
shrodinger shroud-waving
she pulls up the box to her ear
she waves the box around
she caresses the box like it is..
a box..

she shakes the box some more
she taps the box
she gazes again at the box
she unwraps the box
slowly
she opens the box
slowly
she pulls an object out of the box
she waves it around
slowly
hypnotically you might say
she says ooh and she says ahh..

she looks at us
she tells us
she cannot do without this object
she wonders how she ever managed
ever managed to survive without this in her life
survive without this in her life for so long
she is certain she cannot do without it now
without it now she knows how we would feel
how we would feel if we had this in our paws right now
right now she has got the empathy thing going on
going on..

her sponsors concur
and because they know we cannot
we cannot do without this object
they will offer the millionz of subscribers
and random viewers
an exclusive thirty-three percent discount
just..smash..the..link..below..
so without further ado..

as another ad comes on..

a second of blackness then back
she waves to us again and points
points and reminds us to smash the subscribe and like buttons
the subscribe and like buttons appear again
with added ping and car horn effects
smashed subtly done..

before she waves us bye-bye
she teases us
she teases us about a box
about a box she will open for us tomorrow
for us tomorrow will it be this one
this one or will it be that one
that one..

then as promised she waves bye-bye
bye-bye with both her hands flapping at invisible flies
invisible flies with severe learning difficulties
with severe learning difficulties..

her conjuring hands
animated glitter swishes out from them
and she blows the glitter towards us
towards us the glitter hits the screen and..
flies through..

her disembodied voice instructs
remember to smash the special offer link below now
below now remember now below now..

and another ad comes on
on..on..

 

The Light Dark

 

i notice the lighthouse it still seems to be broken
against the deep slate sky i can still see its silhouette
did someone break the light system of the lighthouse
why would they do that
its windows still reflect 
and in the darkest night
i look out for it..

Another Glitch On Bold Street (Where Parallel Liverpools Collide)

 

rising through the stairs the liminal apparition glides transcending
shockwave munificence the witnesses all shimmer transforming
first the four-hour motorway time-glitch..triggering the daisy chain
then the stirring orb lights blessing  fields/bathing passing cars
flashing flashing strobing and flashing..

by the petrol station trips a holographic flip book of a roman soldier
the forecourt lights dim-flicker-dim..he comes..he goes..
his steed materialises onto the crimpling carriageway
shocked the screaming truck driver slams hard on the brakes and..
fog only fog..the horse washes through his truck only to vanish
the driver pulls over..i hit nothing..he laughs no-one will believe this..

bold street where parallel liverpools collide
where mischievous time-glitch elves have pipelined their ley lines
are they from another reality perhaps where there is no faul
and where john has no immortalised shadow mortality baked-in
with a little help of chapman the inversion befriended..

by the way have you ever floated through concrete walls
concrete walls that were lit from the inside
have you ever lifted off from yourself
like a whizzing firecracker through the ceiling then into space
try it during the next  lockdown to while away the hours ..

have timeless ancients offered advice to you on moonlit sand dunes
ever encountered previous expressions standing right before this you
as you stumble do you ever sense ( ….) has your back
have you ever turned around and caught frozen the fleeting flash
only to be disabused by dashing eminences of materialist science..