Future Songs Of Immersive Experience

 

on the train yesterday
bored and tired as i was riding my shot-away material
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after the doors closed again
only a few more stops to home i said to myself..

then i happened to tilt my head up
and there above the opposite window
i read an advertisement
the jack the ripper walking tour
enjoy the jack the ripper walking tour
huh..

and the ad was placed next to a public transport notice
stating that sexual harassment will not be tolerated on public transport
i suppose that is what private transport is for
and i am sure that a modern day jack the ripper 
would never dream of harassing any woman on public transport
that dude was woke..

the jack the ripper walking tour
a photo montage showed its unforbidden delights
one picture inside the ad
a small girl covers her mouth feigning amazement..

yeah we could take daisy there for her birthday
then a burger after that for a final treat
then tomorrow to the nurse for that shot
just to be on the safe side..

these jack the ripper walking tours are presented as educational
enlightening tots to the darker nature of a london thankfully long gone
lest we forget and all that
understand this tender child
before the lockdowns 
once there existed a darker london 
it was not all love and light as it is now..
and for this there are jack the ripper school tours..

so these tours
presented as educational
educational but with fun activity elements thrown in
whatever that means..

thus not voyeuristic or sensationalistic
not money-grubbing or mythologising
brutal murders and rapes for higher-mindedness then
and made suitable for young and innocent
and pliable minds..

okay fair enough thank goodness
i was worried there for a minute
but then i caught myself being overly moralistic and cynical
which is very bad form indeed for a blog poet
and i might lose some followers which would be truly tragic..

i thought about that and wisely agreed with myself
a jack the ripper walking tour
it makes perfect sense
do you not agree with me
okay try this for size
try and imagine instead a jack the ripper hopscotch tour
or a jack the ripper milfs tour
or a jack the ripper morris dancing tour
or a jack the ripper silent-prayers-for-his-defenceless-victims tour
all would not make sense
and all would be in very poor taste
well apart from the milfs one
not to mention again i might lose some followers which would be truly terrible..

by the by i have relations in new delhi
perhaps their scorched-earth forebears will enjoy
but only when it is no longer deemed to be in very bad taste
a yoga meditation in the bus where an unfortunate woman
was gang raped in 2012
why should they miss out
education is an important thing
even for us darkies of the former great empire
get the tambourines and incense ready and assume karmic crash positions..

and in the near future
with your own little great grandpersons
crawling beneath the irradiated slime
purely for educational purposes 
may enjoy holograhically
a fred west mobility scooter tour
or a harold shipman and his victims holiday weekend getaway extravaganza
or a yorkshire ripper christmas carol festival
his virtual long-distance lorrry resurrected
and covered in festive regalia and candles
all very educational
and not presenting any fire hazards for the subterraneans..

or hows about
hows about
the jimmy savile kiddies charity fun-run on treadmills
for he often used to say for the kiddies..

for no doubt after world war three
by some miracle
the bbc will still exist
the bbc and cockroaches
hows about that then
hows about that
marvellous..
and even after world war three
you will be asked to pay the license fee..

and perhaps the little droids
chipped and devoid of souls
faces covered with biohazard masks
painted with flowers and syringes and cats
will enjoy the great reset genocide lockdown sit-in tour..

it will be a super-virtual and immersive experience
where among other things
in one of many millions of secret easter eggs to unlock
the children may visit the virtual home of an ancient
and very obscure blog poet
a very obscure blog poet who existed before the great cull
who was rightly mocked in his time for being a conspiritorial nut
there and then the children will be informed
that he was shot in the back of the head
then thrown into a ditch
that the coroner concluded he died naturally of covid
he refused the jab
thus was absolutely of no loss to anyone..


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Her Saturn Return Bleeds The Noir Of Noir

the androgynous statue offered she raised skyward
and she almost tipped over backward..

so she thanked her trademarked wonderful fans blah blah
and the pentagram tables of suited women and men and..
applaud their nod
the chiselled chiefs baleful before the gleam and the glisten
teeth too full of teeth peel back vice-tightened skin for prisms
cgi fireworks will vividly display on scrying mirrors
and bring to an end another awards season
the crackling crescendo will serenade the amorphous smog
the no contest no contest
no contest..
 
she walked off the stage four-walled
marching lithely to the countdown to another commercial break
3-2-1
she waved one final time
the choreography co-signed and perfect
the dog food and the toilet roll and the anti-anxiety pills
brought you this magical carpet ride of weird
so yielding for the others
they will bear so very lightly the tragedy to soon follow
though the slivered civilians will be crushed again to wrap in a bow
so glad to receive the baton they are so broken
slow hand-clap
slow hand-clap..

a few beats later and sat all alone with three minders
all unblinking inside the static flashes
in the stretch limo radiating darkened toughened glass
snowed the drone hum the aum of the parching air conditioning
where she started to weep musing
what is this thing that must pass
one minder offered her a tissue
while with the other hand took her statue
a tissue for a statue
and dropped it in a plastic bag holding its concrete value..

later after rictus grinning through the after show parties
rinse and repeat
she stood on the balcony of her hotel suite
the light pollution from down below shimmered shivers
tore closed the raiment
rolling up the starry scroll..

that gaze down again
the blinking lights the neon signs
the too pretty transience broke her
broke her one final time
and so very despite herself
despite herself being what they had carefully fashioned
her becoming for her ending
for another becoming
already propositioned and prepped to race down the pipeline
to be actioned with her finishing school-grace and stoicism
face down face up..

and there
just there below and down to the left
a newly adorned award-winning actress
also alone
immersed in the infinity pool
a few widths of the blue foil glow swam up to her
the camouflaged octopus mesmerised by itself..

and as she pulled herself up and out
her shadow man deliberatively carelessly threw at her a towel
a corner of which greedily sipped the chlorine
3-2-1
she fished the towel out
3-2-1
only the distant cicadas
3-2-1
and as she dropped the towel back into the infinity pool slo-mo
she stared at the shadow man
and
3-2-1
the shadow man rolled the drinks trolley into the pool
crash..
cicadas..

a ratatat on the sliden shut triple-glazed door
your very last interview has arrived..
she gazed at her handler as he droned
you should be happy
it has been signed-off so no need to worry
then off we go
you are done and gone
you disappeared into your sunset golden already
my condolences and congratulations on your passing..

the interviewer walked in
and offered her three a4 sheets
this is what you will say here
is there anything you wish to add
she shook her head no
the interviewer looked at the handler
the handler looked at the handled
you know this is your last one
your last interview
so this time you may say a few lines of your own
but only if you wish..

we have added the requisite mystery
the baked-in ambiguity
the open-ending for the rock-laden casket
the tabloid fake conspiracies
all the usual misdirection will sit pretty
were you murdered
or was it a suicide
the only options provided
never the hoax of course..

of course..she repeated
she looked through them both
3-2-1
and walked back out to the balcony
then dropped the three sheets over the edge unread
one sheet quivered like a leaf
before landing on the infinity pool
the actress looked up
but did not swim out to read the slowly bleeding ink
soon to insinuate with the chlorine and the chivas regal
soon to entwine with the drowned trolley of silver-sprayed plastic..

the interviewer shrugged her shoulders
the handler ushered her out
no matter for the gain-of-function-tomorrow
is all ready for the magazine stands
exclusive – the unanswered questions
that never asks about the forbidden unasked..

early next morning she sat breathing in
the sprayed scent of leather in the private jet
observing the breaking news she reclined
her tragic death announced on all channels
the usual theatre the usual noir verité
the trolley
the ticker-tape
the red and blue flashing lights
a genuine dummy strapped under the sheet jealously guarded
as it is wheeled out and lifted into the hollywood ambulance
by masked comedy paramedics..

and there blinking before the paps
the fake distraught witness
for some reason wrapped like a boxer in a towel
the fake witness wrapped like a boxer in a towel
being comforted by a fake reporter as earnest as the joker
breaking news breaking news
the star found dead in tragic circumstances
tragic circumstances emphasised
perhaps to clarify for the viewer
that the star was not found dead in life-affirming circumstances..

no doubt a fake investigation
complete with fake pathologists will find answers
and fake friends of the dead will shed their fake tears earnest
inject more trauma then deftly insert product placement
yeah..she was so talented..
yet troubled..
why did she jump..
or i have to ask was she..pushed..i dunno..
she laughed watching that
good grief talk about telegraphing
the cliches springing forth for the revolving hearse-roundabout..

as high as an eagle soaring
her new pointman sat across from her
you can breathe easy now
this project is completely over
at least for you so please rest and relax..

for your next..
we believe no plastic surgery will be required
a slight change in body shape
and different make-up will more than suffice
perhaps a new hairstyle
your old one being so iconic
that is all you will need
it is all too perfect
too perfect..

so your new ident is all good to go
here are the documents
you did so well
all the messages and meaning transmitted perfectly
it will echo for the given
you are a legend among your own you know
not only for those idiots down below
you have risen high by a fair few degrees i am told
your beautiful secluded villa awaits you..

your father the admiral would be so proud
now you can lay low for a while in the seychelles
the hollywood biopic has already been penned by the baron
another 27-club martyr you are
the nihilism always so giving..

he roared and roared with laughter
he raised a glass to the immortalising deadened
their gifts never-ending
the great flood of emptiness ever-expanding
as more beckoning sirens weep..

 

August Autumn

 

resting on the leaves the leaves
the leaves around the leaves to fall
playfully hang
in meditation the leaves upside-down upward peer
rustling wonder 
and in rushes a prayer still transmitting..

wispy silhouettes of gently whirling air
her coffee vapour rises to the slowly lowering branches
as she sits with a tome
leaves turn leaves
to paraglide and to rise..

the coffee table is white
in the way melting snow is
the shade of a wordless wish yet to be lost..

she sits by a formica coffee table
she sips the coffee like it is
the nectar in everything and on her lips
the infinite sea of the sipping drops..

she is reading a physical book
like they really did back in the twentieth
she is reading a physical book
and she is real
and the leaves that fall 
to ponder and rustle
to ask
for a duet
for the leaves-in-waiting to breathe..

and an ocean wave of auburn
laps down her left shoulder blade
certain strands glint like threads
threads of the deepest red wine counterpoint
a lime quarry of surface-mined philistine 
an untethered pavement dirigible of used inflated tyres passes by
hunting on tinder for a horny recycling bin
please note in the twenty-first 
this counts as a realised manifestation of empowerment..

i have a book with me
should i ask her to kiss
she would bless the words
though the barista might call the police..

does this sound too much like the intoned narration
of a reflective car window-man in a hopelessly romantic european film
the battered citroen itself a disillusioned marxist..

a film made before the tail end of yesteryear
full of other-worldly colour symbology
okay i will stop here
the twenty-first century has no need for such dreamy dreary nonsense
smoke blown please walk with me..