Devolver

 

so for the new year i would like to enjoy a new genocide
preferably one not involving those devolved unchosen starved semites
been there and done that/ got the annihilate-the-amalek 23/24 tour t-shirt
the gaza beach-front property project might soon be a truly beautiful thing
a fabulous location for regeneration/ the eurovision song contest final 2033
this pulverised flesh-eating concrete by then scrubbed to vaguest memory
memorialise who and what/ yes exactly
let the losers write the history books based on hollywood oscar winners
so a fresh new genocide for a fresh new year
a scorching shockwave lint-look/ a multi-platform-launched boutique cologne
white phosphorous eau de toilet for him for her for them
a flash-fragrance by u.s.-m.i.c.will melt your gagging baby raw to the bone..

so for the new year i would like to enjoy a new genocide
this one is now dreadfully flagging and its content seriously bombing
craving while crashing down way past prime-time
hospitals/ residential blocks/ mosques/ churches incinerated
the same old same old cannot indefinitely hold my attention
and after a while the stripped emaciated civilians appear so much the same
ditto dismembered pali babies/ parents buried alive
yes wailing widows/ orphans sobbing traumatised was captivating for a while
for obliterating occupied concentration camps is still a fairly novel concept 
yes but we all get the droning message by now
the ratings must be notably flat-lining with viewership dropping like flies
thus the related headlines have all but vanished vanquished..no surprise..

so there it is
for the new year i would like to enjoy a new genocide
perhaps one where the victim cohort i can more easily self-identify with
similar-seeming human beings
by that i mean human beings that hold real values relatable
an inflation-proof pension/ an electric scooter/ solar panels/ anything
so for the new year i would like to enjoy a new genocide
one where our celebrities delightedly raise an imperial inclusive flag and cry
one where we can feel emotionally invested so not another naqba please
how about an expansion of hostilities that might threaten our way of life™
a genocide with added value offering that special something to enliven us
are we not entitled to consume fatalities dressed better with looks lovelier
such open mass graves would be mainstream-friendly and absolutely killer..

 

Skylight Above The Flight Of Grey Dragons

 
the obscured stars landed
landed as falling raindrops on the low skylight
expanding constellations spread out in streams
the ripples ripple on the silvered glass canopy..

splashed diamonds limpid crystals
the gift of the downward gaze
the downward gaze of lamp post light
scintillant droplets ignited blaze..

the makeshift planetarium drips down on my eyes
our heavens erased by grey dragon spray
so though the skylight is plashed with infected rain
i enjoy the simulation
the birth of pure creation..

Reflect The Flaming Grace Of The NPC State

 

would you like to appear sane to the non-player character state
a state that traverses your everyday highways
sliding in and out with that imitable insouciance
an elegance often enhanced with a serenity chemically advanced
the reflected grace of softly liquidised landscaped windows
lavender-scented eyes lacquered for sleep..

then step this way
or step this way
for we always give you up to two choices
this way or this way
and it is always your choice
yes it is always this easy
this or this
side a or side b
stay in our lane
stay informed
appropriately pensive
play either side of the mp3
fight the sentient carbon unit menace..

snuggle-up nice and warm
gently meander through your choice of mainstream-everything
all the appointed practitioners
our satyrs your influencers
our given everything is your received everything
these are the gifts we bring
never listen to the weird ones
the weird ones with their twisted contrarianism
our demiurge shall never forgive them..

put them on ignore
or even better
mock them incessantly
show them the error of their malcontent ways
course-correct them from a safe distance with concern trolling triage
a true act of kindness
ministrate..

never be discouraged should they not insult you in return
for they are only testing you
and should they ignore your well-thought jibes
by politely replying with false earnestness
then you know you have defeated them
ad hominem cruelty is a valid expression of rejection
and never ever suffer silence with self-reflection
it never pays
the really effective messengers are recruited for our elite brigade..

laugh along with all the white noise
feel enlivened by the static charge stasis
gracefully oscillate between the seasonally flavoured hates and fears
permanently lend us your ears
for we have your back
so have another beer as we bomb back better
and before that boring genocide
here is your weather
the nps state will help you sleep better..

Team Lone Gunman

 
whatever he is
suggests that he is not
whatever he is not
he might be
this statement is true
the above statement is false..

ready yourself for the latest super blockbuster release
your reflection tuned and consumed by the black mirrors
the next infamous assassin
soon the dark artisans shall spin
so pulverise the popcorn
comfort-blanket the layers of doom..

his silhouetted leant-on aspect
traced in snack-bite monochrome
so similar to the previous lone-loners
central casting chosen outcast/ plastercasted distractor..

secatuer a sapling-gunman
gestated from the covert coven mother
and 3..2..1..to zero
one stoner-manchurian matryoshka onion..

and action..
and on cue
the gaudy carnival bandits offer schadenfreude salvation
the dribbly armchair pews
float the deepest subterranean spacemen..

so here
the super a-list lone gunman
delta-glory for the new let-loose loser
the son of a man who swatted away something
a molecular coalescence of inconvenience
the vine crawls sand grains..

assassin citadel-fashioned
another woven star-crossed naut spun
fluidly loomed of crystalline smog..

his diligent hidden-hand handlers
will carefully leave behind
the glittery easter egg-trail of compelling cluezzz
for the newzzz..

diaries with circled dates and codewords
modish novels
replete with annotated scribbly swirly block capitals
smirking witnessez
and smeared-on tv expertz..

all the dark comedy
the cheat-sheet intel
the now standard ai-generated manifestos
with all the dogwhistle motifs and tropes
fictive orchestrations as familiar
as the celebrity-infested docudramas
sympathetically supporting ads for pet goat deodorant..

the cookie-cutter choreography
the staged and taped-off abodes
then the checkerboard cameras roll
manifestos miraculously manifest here
drop-shipped on basement floors 
for spectral ushers to rediscover
as minerva twi-twoos by the revolving doors..

every-which-way self-incriminating
absolute guilt reaffirmed
never afraid of cliches
such pax-bollocks already parabolic
the trial outcome for the vacant-eyed man-child client
a foregone conclusion..

ah yes
it was definitely him
absolutely no question about it
nothing left to interpret here
as for modus operandi or method
details mere details
roll out the absurd cut-and-paste
blow dust off the hotplate script
they never seem to notice..

fizzled on the hotplate..
substantially mentally unstable
operated completely on his own
always alone
repeat-to-self always alone..

so similar to the many previous infamous deranged nutcases
loaded-up to slay-to-order in public places
hidden in plain sight
that is how the dead-eyed high-functioning low intelligence fools
evade all the sophisticated radars
every. single. time.
trust the deployed expertz..zz..zz..

the expertz..zz..zz
the influencerz..zz..zz
of a deep overmind
lurking below the waves buzzcut by the contriving sharks
the fishy body bags protectively encircle
eschewed by seagulls
smarter seagulls who disregard faked facts
generously dropped from the temple of black helicopter pilots..

transmit the need for another budget increase
shoot for maximum media effect
the cryptocracy must be protected
the hegelian dialectic on fluoridated psychedelics..

wide asleep
the public willingly goes along for the ride
as their snoring bite-size eyes triple glaze
pattern recognitionists peer easily through the negligee
as normie stormtroopers mud wrestle
with their snagged-shadowland minds..

the zombied for the zombiefied
the post-hypnotic patsy for pillow fighters
all the minds partitioned/ compartmentalised
trigger/ unsee
shatter to numb
remove batteries
yin/ yang
bin/ binliner
next/ next..

real dead bodies not always included
vanish pulsed
but for the assassin
whose power-showered mind
programmed to self-destruct
no such luck
unless..

unless he is a staring inside actor of the project
in which case
as the phantom character dynamo vividly remains animating
the actor gently exfoliates mask off/ off-mask on
and casually strolls off stage
again..

Crisper Burn Senryu

with white phosporus
new improved ethnic cleansing
shoulder to shoulder..

 

Supercrash Haiku

 

final market crash -
make the killing on killing
chaos to the moon..

Serfs Up

 

sell my soul
surf the oncoming glitter..

dive under the wave
saved..

Ride The Rules-Based Eschatological Escalator, Self-Justified

 
anyway
again we must state that you people started all this
and yes of course it matters..

wielding your well-worn page of victimhood
that you repeat from like squawking parrots
though has absolutely nothing to do with anything
entirely unconnected..

yes perhaps a few small unfortunate incidents might have happened
regrettable mistakes
highly disputed incidents that have been purposely oversimplified
but at least on this we should agree
that this is neither the time nor the place
to hold such dry academic unrelated hobby horse debates
no-one is that interested
at least no-one that deserves..
or is of any critical importance to the here and now
and as you should know
all that was a very looong time ago..

but as we have consistently stated
consistently stated again and again
and without fear of contradiction by any reasonable woman or man
you started all this
thus by that accepted measure and yardstick
you must continue to bear the entire responsibility
the entire responsibility for all the dire consequences
especially if you continue to shield yourselves inside
or even by
our legitimately secret high-value military targets
so shelter in some other place..

unintended consequences
collateral damage
call it how it is please
use correct language
instead of emoting murder
murder screamed by wailing tik-tokers
tik-toking falsehoods
pointing to strategically striken street-laboratories of indoctrination
shielded inside
your so-called kindergartens and hospitals and apartment blocks..

yes and yes again
you bear the entire responsibility
for everything that has happened and is happening right now
as well as what will happen next
you must bear all the consequences
incomprehensible to some though that is
anyhow..

must we repeat again
that you started all this
well guess what
we will continue to end it
and end it and end it and end it we most certainly will..

and how you dare equate
masked with straight face
your savage and revengeful atrocities as retaliation
for our mandated pre-emptive first-strike clinical kills..
..not even close to being the same thing
what a twisted misperception
what a masterclass in misrepresentation
what an inversion of reality and truth and decency
well we will continue to respond decisively to all your escalations
slaying our defenceless civilians
while complaining of being the historic victims..

your wicked logic though beyond us
never surprises us though still shocks
and frankly must leave any reasonable person speechless..

and be warned feral neantherthals
and no we really do not enjoy using such language
soon we shall also deploy artificial intelligence
wave upon wave..

and as the rules-based earth continues to bear witness
that while we offer fact-checked data and context for erudition
and knowledge-sharing
precious wisdom painstakingly passed down the generations
your idealogues lash out 
lash out by disseminating only hateful disinformation
mindlessly mandated and then repeated ad nauseum
poisoning minds for decade after decade after decade..

our widely admired timeless traditions
will not be supplanted by your baseless arcane medievalism..

and know this
our self-determination liberty and dignity
shall forever be protected
and will never be undermined
so until you desist from your hostilities
all you sub-human roach-stock shall never be free
for uniquely we are we
but you the blind
continue to teeter on the edge of your self-created abyss
that is fine..

so will you accept all our inalienable rights
and comply with our values and this global order
for given what your firmly established rogue status suggests
your rogue status confirmed again and again
you are collectively the root cause of all this evil
thus all held equally responsible..

you may disagree
but the entire civilised world concurs
that we must never weaken our resolve
so until you learn your lesson
you remain legitimate targets all..

No Slave Left Behind

 

no slave left behind
soon chipped for progress to lose myself with my digital id
neural-linked to my cbdc wallet/ personalised variegated currency
my credit allowance expiration dates/ rewritable scrubbable history
integrating valued behaviours/ bespoke personality
my neo-akashic record to present all with all my psychic leakage
and stamped with my jab-dna passport kept healthy
i might freely roam right to the very glassy edges
to the very glassy edges of this my endearing fifteen-minute/mile city
no slave left behind
no slave left behind..

no slave left behind
the singularity will beam me my repurposed state of mind
eager to be pump-primed/ earn privileges i shall receive treats
more flexible expiry dates more potency-points more sweeties
i will comply and i will comply/ vacuum-packed tripseed
starlink pleroma i will report the dissidents and dislikers
i will be as one with the smart city grid/ all-seeing-eye
i will be licensed a new future-to-past
i will sport spinning glitterball eraserbubbletm irises
no slave left behind
no slave left behind..

no slave left behind
protein worms/ munificent offerings/ the beneficent messiah a.i.
electromagnetic panoptic prism/ synthetic limitless hedgerow skies
i shall be the empty goblet energised
pouring forth bountiful numbness aligned
less i be rearranged and reassigned
lesser designed
deported to a gamma-man entrainment reeducation leasure camp
andrenochrome scooped to be grated dappled/ clamped/ fish-tanked
no slave left behind
no slave left behind..

sterile and pure/ lights out/ the ventilator that passeth all understanding
smart lampshade/ trigger monitor/ liquidator retinas/ blow-up sophia-love
shorn-note songs/ activated neon tatt throngs/ fluoridated pilgramages
my pine cone readied to pendulum swing/ empowering zip-ventilated wings
pureblood-gonged/ shed on/ golden graphene/ monsoons of aluminium
no slave left behind
no slave left behind..

racing to this boundary
but the engine cuts out
and as it rolls to a crawl
all the doors lock..

i somehow smash my way out
and beneath the unlit undusted trees i run
then a cloud-strober
then a flash and then another 
a searing heat shoots up and down my spine shattering
splintering i explode
fall onto the wasteland barren a meadow of real grass
fade..

and am i dead..

asleep i awake
what a strange and bad dream
why would i imagine even doing such a ridiculous thing..

no slave left behind
no slave left behind..

Senryu '23

 

noisy distractions
lid the deafening silence
as hidden wheels turn..

In Loving Silence

 
faux stained-glass windows baffle the echoes of trickling sand
strummed souls plucked and picked flicker
the fear-amplified loom over themselves out-of-body 
the dark preacher booms light he lassoes extraordinarily renditioned
loving light turned inside-out
and straight-jacketed in sackcloth and hateful understanding
the voice and presence the earthen judge with alibis
grim-faced with conviction
regular hot ash and fries..

he need not forgive himself for condemning the experienced
as spaghetti strings of frankincense veil the polished message-mincer
curlicues of guilt encircle the blamed annointed with malevolence
the dusted eyes raise up so fearful beseech the tulpa flames 
the damned for heaven claimed
and disposed of before their expiration date..

and in a bar somewhere
a kind and wise and wayward man
listens to the deepest secret of a troubled stranger
after she unburdens herself
she gossamer brushes his hand the sincerest blessing
a vodka-washed thank-you angel feathered..

contemplative for a while they remain
they remain in a shared and generous chrome-reflective silence
a generous silence that both the creator and the barman understand
they part ways once and forever
the listening voice again has spoken
the listening voice that never asks for anything in return..

A Half-Trash Gentleman Surveys His English Garden

 

surveying my awkward unshorn garden
replete with weeds and toxic moss
the lurid green tresses gloam luminous ludicrous
swaying knives beneath the smoky slate-grey sky
a small side-salad slice of faux nature
for domesticated fat cats to prowl visibly bored..

surveying my must-try-harder garden
with a broken fence and wobbly washing pole
the lime bench paint is cracked and faded
birds piss on its peeling skin just the same
as they karaoke timid love songs
duetting a typanic rattling roof drain..

man-made garden
harvests a half-trash man
catching some fresh electro-magnetic smog rays
while pondering another dead-on-arrival escape masterplan..

there is a beach somewhere
and with my name emblazoning it in neon mercury filigree
is a leaning castle of legless sand
interest rates shall go up agan
and as another wave rolls in
rolls in to kindly make way for another
the castle tumbles
the seaweed provides for itself iodine..

you might ask
so when will there be a revolution
when the billionares are reduced to mere millionares
they will bravely fight to their last citizen
the trillionaire bankers have their reasons
but at least for a while yet
i shall gently sink in the garden..

The Human Lightwave (Your Angels Are Not Aliens)

 

the human lightwave living at the edge of the upside-down
look up to aliens and hollyweird wisdom
for emancipation
for upliftment
ignoring what already might reside around and within them..

what desperate escapism
so here might lie the deeper intention of the fake alien invasion initiation
yet another belittling mind game to keep us infantilised and distracted
hopeful for rescue/ fearful of monsters..

the human cosmogony
where your wise angels also reside
is so much more than only that whispering voice inside
is with you on your journey all the way
is in your frequency range and is part of your very essence
and asks for nothing in return..

meanwhile
disney beings in spaceships
mealy-mouthed threat-disclosure from aerospace
this psychic operation bluebeam that currently occupies the lost
is ready to despatch all the volunteers to the deepest coldest vacuum
nothing higher-minded to see here
thankfully most of the world ignores this nonsense
especially those that anciently have held deeper knowledge..

for even if elements of truth are revealed
let us look closely at who gets to frame the information unsealed
and if aliens are benign and loving
why do they need deep state spooks permission
before they can publically flash a bit of ankle
does that not seem a little strange
or is it because the cia is concerned that our friends in the skies
might let slip what really happened to the kennedys
perhaps they have a secret base at marthas vineyard..

so aliens 
if you really are benign and loving and really are here
and should you recognise humans as equal and sovereign beings
please reveal yourselves
thank you very much
you already know where we live
and watch out for the fake bluebeams
that might be unleashed in your name
you can thank me later..

the human lightwave shines within
so should i wish to climb to the astral plane
i just fall on my bed and dream
there is my spaceship
and off i go
i raise my thoughts and aim high..

so what about you
do you have a bed
then off you can go too..

the human lightwave
sunned by our stargate
angels are not aliens
humans are not monkeys
you are a fragment of source imbued
stay anchored and empowered in that knowledge
and laugh at concerned mid-level masons
as they tentatively deliver alien news..

Dear Fluffy Little Clouds In Our Safe, Your Unique Password is "Password"

 

state-sanctioned murder
                 unfortunate killings
                       collateral damage
                                unintended consequences..

another operator error
another technical glitch
another disappointing episode to rue
another isolated incident entirely taken out of proportion and context..

                                        another statistic
                                        another asterisked footnote..

child rapist
           paedophile
                    childlover
                    and coming very soon..
                            minor attracted person MAP..

and before long we shall proudly wave blue spiral triangles
or a small heart surrounded by a large heart
or some such euphemistic symbol
and it will all be very respectable
another fascinating lifestyle choice
a gift rolled down from mysterious darkened lowly heights..

look here
you might do sudoku puzzles
while higher-up others may do other stuff
who are you to judge
we all need ways to unwind..

next
let us fight the so-called climate emergency(TM)
with cannibalism
we can call it sapiens cuisine
make it sound more pleasant and more respectable
and virtuous and clean
clean and green sapiens cuisine
that will teach runaway carbon dioxide a searing lesson..

eh darlin what dya fancy tonight
chinese or italian or french or indian..

nah
i want someink wiv a bit ov fat on em
get me a fat american deep-fried thighs with stuffed bat wings
and what abaht you darlin..

yaknowat
i crave another deep dead veggie indian
wiv fried russian knees over easy
an pappadums obviously
i am still on a diet
gotta keep the weight off ya see..

so gentle reader
do you find this direction of travel disturbing
or perhaps somewhat alarmist
far too dark and dystopian to ever be real
the subject for a fevered poem only sniff..

not to worry for either way
there is always the bigger picture at play
and it is always above our pay grade
trust in the plan as q cosplayers used to say..

the frog being boiled slowly in the pan
will always feel nice and snug and warm
the frog might even invite you to join and play with them
steam exfoliation is good for the skin after all..

i sign  privacy agreements
unlock and open wide my doors and windows
i have nothing to hide
you have nothing to hide
we remain comforted in the knowledge
that their privacy is protected from our prying eyes
thus we sway elegantly and in unison with the loving hive mind..

the trusted partners are mine
i happily go to bed with all of them
they trust me
my trusted partners and their partners trust me
they know i will not peek at them after they blindfold me..

so let me visit you tonight
blindfold yourself for me first
never look at me
spread yourself out on the sheets
yes i might carry a knife with me
but it will only be for my own protection
i might take pictures of you too..
but i promise not to share them with anyone
i am a gentleman..

i am a gentleman
and if i should do something to for you that you were not expecting
regard it as a nice surprise
a pleasant gift..

and i will gently remind you that you signed my privacy agreement
and you should have read the small print
you agreed to protect my privacy..

so for all your tomorrows
please keep your doors and windows wide open for me
so that i might visit you again and again
thanks in advance
my trusted partners also appreciate you
and they really enjoy all your private videos and pictures..

all of you 
are stored safely in our clouds for centuries unhackable
non-biodegradable
and for added security
please do not write down your unique password
your unique password is password..

Space Industry Of Source

forged of endless ocean 
through its kindred aether roars
pulsed consciousness purer of form
rains ruddy gold on planets and moons immersing
galaxies of galvanised fragmented wavering microcosm..

the kiss-brushed fractals ebb and flow 
torn to be dropped born limited for material world alchemy
obscured from source to burnish
aligned we express the light-unique inside-out
in certainty in doubting..

as dense realms become ever darker
inadvertently compressing the inner flame ever higher
each point of source flickers brighter
even when extinguished..

Likeness And Form

 

they
worship themselves for they hate creation
they
cannot buy or own the real wealth
that from before our time
was gifted to all for free
love consummated consciousness 
gifting everlasting meaning and truth and beauty
all that poison they could not let be
what we cannot create let us own and twist and destroy
and destroy and twist
and appropriate without mercy..

so they covet their dark mythologies as with stones and paper
and soon the cbdc
all to accumulate ever more barren wasteland treasure
and even as their tightening fists atrophy and lose circulation
they may not have noticed their own clotting systems
and what a supreme irony for these draining and damning magicians
these violators 
these inverters of meaning and creation..

they
laugh hollowly and mockingly at the success of their rolling deceptions
all those machinations weaved
all their sacrificial deluded medalled minions dangling
all their oh-so-clever thefts and poisonings and false histories
all their monetised bread and circus distractions and campaigns
all the fear
all the terror and trauma
all the stultification
all the theft
all the division
all the misdirection 
all the misery..

yet perhaps they weep
they only bow before themselves so perhaps they weep
ruling only for thousands of years
is a figment within a speck 
their bloodlines will vanish
be vanquished with extreme prejudice in less than one blink..

but will all the suffering inflicted be revealed
acknowledged and released
how can the dead be healed
what kind of justice will be done
what kind of justice has been done
why so often does justice remain to be seen..

the pendulum must swing
the witness transmits and receives
the flow stores and records
and if the cosmos is conscious greater consciousness knows
perhaps down here in this dense realm
the deeper truths remain crushed
was it ever different..

so though in every-which-way
they hold for us the deepest unfathomable hate
much of which must be self-projection
looking out and over all their spoils
sabering their champagne
what do they see and say to themselves
i for one am thankful i am not them
for though i have achieved little i can have restful sleep
and that is its own precious gift..

it seems we have not reached our aims quite yet
so let us roll out the next project..
for some reason we have not quite had our fill 
our appetites not quite yet quenched
we need to work out what is missing
it is not within ourselves..

the real elite perhaps too lost to weep
rage against mysterious flitting messengers hatcheting their dreams
all their slaves that have given them everything
everything except salved souls 
souls and minds so utterly deformed utterly degenerated
with perversions so base you would not believe it..

so demolished and corrupted and blinded
is there still time for them
do they ever dare gaze into their own devolved monster eyes
do they ever raise their sight upward beyond their reigning
do they ever glimpse so much as a flash of fleeting pure golden-silver light
do they ever say perhaps there is another way
                          perhaps there is still time..

what else must we take
despite our predation
there is still far too much love and empathy out there
despite all we have taken and all we have done
there is still so much love and empathy
and mercy
out there
what have we got wrong..

we have not quite eviscerated the infernal rebelling creation
how do these unswerving rebel-lines generationally remain so strong
to what mysterious invisible power do they believe they belong
and how on earth in their eyes does this power manifest..

Who Will Blow Up The Interweb?

 

klaus schwab and the cia/nato have helpfully warned us
that they russia may soon blow up the interweb
like they russia blew up nord stream
american politicians were given satellite phones last week
just another coincidence
or just another ruse or misdirection
we will soon find out..

so are we being gaslit to look over here
as the real action takes place over there..or there
either way notice how they love promoting fear..

in 3 - 2 -1
will you really be deprived of tik tok puppy videos
will you be deprived of tinder
will your great leaders demand more war against cia/nato russia
will starlink and the great reset then conveniently come to our rescue
do you see a pattern..

stay tuned
or not
as the case may be
feel free to print my poems..

please note
you do not need the interweb to meditate or read books
or walk in the sunshine
or do other fun free things
see this as an opportunity
oh and have a little cash handy
just in case this deadly nonsense becomes real..

You Of This Dreamt Realm

 

though this dreamt earth seems a dark realm
our sun is its lens
camouflaged spaceships might mimic scintillating stars
so what of disclosure from our controllers..

but you are so much more than this
the fractal ocean projecting spirit
though you awe the array of luminaries
you are awareness..

prison planet or tough-love bootcamp test
quarantined time-out
divine gift/ recycled cruel punishment
or something else..

neither water carriers of our sun
nor planters of our so-called moon
have ever pledged allegiance to any earthly government..

gaze inward to outwardly connect
discover the higher aspects of yourself
do not hanker for paltry unredacted documents..

release yourself and reveal
your lit upon light pouring pure
you of this dreamt realm a truth truly real
so open your treasure and glisten...

As My Fact-Checked Marbled Eyes Marvel At The Jade Sky And The Sapphire Sun

 
no
    i see no invisble chains
ensconced in my teevee chair 
benign is the absorbing glare i remain gorging on like a honey bear
i see no reason to look behind or around me
   enwrapped i blink in synchrony..

i am so self-aware as my mind phases and locks
with the baptising-ing-ing-ing-ing scrying neon black
mirror
         the sky throbs green as the sun blazes blue
               the bbc fact-checks keep me sure-footed
               in tune
         emblazoned i zing gently subdued
reflecting on the absolute truth
though
        with concern i ask
                 how about you..

my blood vessels thicken
squeezing the fizzing clotting sangria
time then for some more safe and effective treatment 
     i am a believer
for long ago i vanished into this screen
i love zelenski and his azov battalion goodnazis
   now
      how about you..

i love his azov battalion goodnazis
and so mesmerised by high street bookshop displays
and mainstream documentaries
i dutifully support all causes promoted by one-eyed celebrities
they know almost everything there is to know
     but more importantly they really care..

and i believe plane wings can melt like margarine through buildings
       with wings in tact like tomahawk missiles through steel and concrete 
           for i believe in magical physics and not alternative facts
i gain strength from good migraines
   i trust fake science..

i have no need for my stuttering spirit
there is no stripe for it
   safely fragmented
        i need never again self-identify with my spirit or my soul
or even my mind
             all metaphysical superstition all mumbo jumbo
and now it is time again for another safe and effective treatment
and no
         why should i care as to why big pharma has been indemnified
              i am a regular fries kind of guy..

my mainstream friends are my friends
i comprehend i comprehend..
materiality is all that should thrive
      and
            as i have already implied
                    the spirit and soul is not real
                    and should not be recognised 
                        neither are celebrated as identified life
my mind still does its thing once in a while..

and no
as i never do or think anything wrong
i need not hanker for pre-emptive privacy
human beings cause climate change
so some will need to be eliminated
well that is what it means to be informed
      oh do you see 
            no
               oh i see..

oh look is that the time
            time for some more safe and effective treatment again
yes i feel fine yes i feel fine
no
     i have no care for why pharma restaurateurs have been indemnified
         you have asked me that once already
              why not ask them if you are so exercised..

bad for growing organic food though it may be
for democracy let us drop some more depleted uranium
     cancer for freedom
         our government should use this for it is a pithy slogan
we must not anthropomorphise our enemies..

no
    we must not anthropomorphise our enemies
      that is both sentimental and dangerous 
      to crack an egg
         is to spit and roast a living thing
over there living things are only things
          and there are far too many of them
                  over there i mean..
.
as the strobed blinking rays lubricate
the wash bathes over me like draping warm static nylon
and i again gaze out the window
the sky throbs deeper green as the sun blazes deeper blue
another mainstream fact-check cues me
i listen i digest i assimilate
so certain about everything
that is why i am not an idiot
i comprehend i comprehend..
so
   i am compelled to ask again 
       how about you..

i gyrate and pulsate to the given rage
i am gently and tenderly compartmentalised and rearranged
i feel cleansed and caramelised with suitable loves and hates
i repeat debating points verbatim 
though not before i expend deep
               exhaustive focused critical thought
                            for entire zen seconds..

and even when they flip over preceding narratives now reposed
i remain disposed never caught on the ropes
never chastened
that is why i am not an idiot
i comprehend i comprehend..
notch me tender 
oh look
   now time again for the safe and effective treatment..
     how about you
no..
     ....i worry about you..

i wonder
    and i worry about what you think you see when you gaze out the window
do you see the turquoise sky neath the azure sun
      the perfect oblong clouds
           the scampering swans
my eyes have been mainstream fact-checked
my perceptions therefore cannot be wrong
     what about yours..

do you feel energised by the electromagnetic frequencies
blessing our towns and our cities
attracting and interacting smartly with our electrical being
do you sense your dormant pathways opening
    the tingling oh the tingling
do you also feel so precious and protected
perhaps you are not at my level yet
so plug yourself into the networks and you will get there
you will realise it is all for the best..

the jade sky the sapphire sun
i feel so at one marvelling with it all
though i see that you are too far gone..

you can keep your spirit and soul
     have fun..

Great Explorers Of The Twenty-First Century

 

and as always
with the music
it begins..

so press play for flares of emanation
and vicariously live a lyric about a dangerous woman
for this mundane grande arena such a very apt song
so impressed are the responsible adults
slivering jangled
kidult beings near-distantly handled
they whoop and holler like pre-pubescent fans
gorging like gonged slaves before the timed amplified bangs trigger them..

the cross-legged little ones turn around
confronted and confused
when something like a whirling apparition slides into their view
and while the ufo slowly spins and momentarily hovers
down the aisle spitting out from the feathered dripping scarlet orb
beady snake eyes disgorge before them thoughts
and more thoughts hidden within thoughts..

backmasking the cracked looking-glass the reveal
it stands and turns into a huge and spiralling blonde-wigged man-being
and as oracles arise and rise
from the obsidian realm they sing
education education education..
and what are some of their favourite things..

oh yes the teachers are there
why are you asking
what a strange question
yes rest assured yes the teachers are there..

sealed inside a figure-hugging plastic pink dress and dangling bling earrings
he leans down and hugs a couple of the trapped infants
and as he looks the headmaster right in the eye
he licks the microphone lasciviously..

for this is his safe-space
the school hall his dancefloor
should we have it any other way
is this enlightener not entitled to be adored..

now stood in front of them all
he bends down over a chair
plays with that false hair thing
places a hush finger to lipsticked lips
flutters venus flytrap eyelashes
downhill it inexorably cruises smoothly from there..

some little ones search for rescue
stare up at the teachers standing on the side-lines
fearful and bewildered
almost as much as the teachers
teachers who affect passive half-melted faces
off into the farthest distances they stare
most dare not say anything
as the stone drips dry over their eyes
they have rent to pay
to pay with their souls but whose lives..

while she records the scene with her camera
one of the dinner ladies has a hand half-covering her face
her hand is visibly shaking
a student teacher also records with her camera
all the while she is gently swaying lip-syncing and smiling..

recently introduced almost everywhere in the civilised west
and scheduled to be a core part of the curriculum in every benighted place else
witness the roll out of this amazing scholastic magic carpet ride
brought to you by the most mysterious of magi
so far many parents seem to think it is all right
that must be true
for why else is their silence worn so lightly..

now up for grabs
as all the serried innocents are made to sit on all the parquet floors
as the strangest professors are now invited to gyrate before them
so what did your child do at skool today
a strange man played with us
made us dance
and while the teachers watched
he showed us some funny things with dolls..
and..and..
then we were made to play pretend..

so in other unsaid wordz
yer on yer own kidz
for we must all celebrate all of this
this is central to the rules-based order
so fly those rags proudly outside primary skools
and outside kreshiz before long eh..

and if you express any concerns
you will be deemed a wrong-thinker
and a hater too
and you would not want that
it could affect your credit score
and some people might tell on you..

you must allow the experts to educate the little ones early
the experts being alive to certain potentialities
potentialities of their nascent multiple identities and fluidities
so let us boldly and loudly celebrate kidz sexuality
for therein lies a delightful kaleidoscopic world of developmental possibilities..

possibilities that we should empower them to be and do
by statute let us decree kidz the right to celebrate themselves intimately
immediately
we shall presume with your full agreement too..

and parents who wish to protect so-called innocence
we shall declare them as abusers
for if they do not recognise such rightful needs of the sensual child
the defenceless infants will be made wards of the state
they need to be saved
too early is never too late..

misunderstood as predators we shall designate as empowerers
and positive influencers
and educators
and..
explorers and celebrators
yes explorers and celebrators..

so citizens of brics-plus countries watch out
you are next
we will slay all your resistance
your progeny will also be similarly safe-spaced
wrapped up with our colours and stripes
we will start the roll out in your universities
those are always the most welcoming of places..

your traditional ways will also be smeared and speared
our crumbling empires have not yet disappeared
they have just changed strategies and tactics
the hidden hand remains the same
and..
as has always been the way
we will have the last say
this realm is ours until hit with the solar flash
and somehow and some way
even after that
we will be back..

Dear Reader..

After uploading poem 600+, I thought I would share a few thoughts with you.

Again many thanks to all of you who have followed my writings over the years. To say that I am genuinely appreciative is more than an understatement. I feel truly humbled. In this day and age where we are subject to thousands of distractions and choices, then, for many thousands of you to decide to dedicate some of your precious time to visit and revisit this site, again and again, is absolutely magic. For you to then share your favourite poems from here with others..What can I say to that?

This site is now receiving at least many hundreds of unique vists daily; and monthly it is now in the thousands. This is actually quite encouraging for a poetry site that has grown organically, only by word of mouth, so to speak,and a site assiduously ignored, or even shadow-banned, by the mainstream. It has been a long haul, but so worth it.. And some of the folks that follow this site, religiously, seem to viscerally, not at all enjoy my writings. Yet, here they are, still following and consuming, making sure they don't mis a post...Odd, isn't it? For this reason, unfortuntely, the comments are still disabled. Although vituperative feedback, as always, can be directed to me persoanlly and privately, via email.

Many, many of you over the years have sent me messages not only of support, but thanks. And all are humbly noted. Your feedback, letting me know that reading these poems often help you feel less alone and isolated, and help confirm what you already know - that you are not going mad - also provide me with sustenance to continue curating my favourite headache!. And, yes, Truth is still something to search for and believe in. The fact that some of my humorous poems also provide you with many laughs along the way, well, that is more than just a bonus. We can still travel lightly, buoyantly. Again, many thanks.

I would also like to acknowledge here my gratitude for the quiet support and interest, from certain other people and places, nodes and constellations. Yes, I feel it..

Remember, it is darkest before the dawn. Well, let's hope that the dawn arrives soon. So, let us stay higher-minded. Your light is within you. No-one can take it from you. So, remain strong, friends.

I pledge, and promise, to carry on with the serious comedy..

Your humble poet,
Suki

God, Save Bored King Charles And Perhaps Save Yourself

a lip-reader claimed
king charles muttered this is boring
during the exciting and breathless build up to his coronation..

you see there was a very terrible unexpected short delay
so he had to endure an entire few minutes of wait
an. entire. few. minutes. of. wait.
while stationed outside the abbey
and all while trapped inside his diamond jubilee state coach
gazing out his window he observed oh-so-wearily 
this is boring..

so let it be written
trapped inside his unbearably lukewarm diamond jubilee state coach 
probably without air conditioning
he proclaimed
this is boring..

even while wearing silk gloves
the gold leaf filigree must have felt unforgivably tepid to the touch
imagine the embarrassment if even only one of his fingers caught finger-flu
think about how majesty magazine would have had to brush over all that..

so he languished there
inside his diamond jubilee state coach
for a few unearthly minutes
poor multi-trillionaire servant of the people king charles
is this the way to treat this top mason self-appointed defender of all faiths..

and how jangled would you feel if you had to handle such boredom
and all while trapped inside your diamond jubilee state coach
and for whole entire minutes
probably without air conditioning
or acces to netflix
or pornhub
or playful kittens on youtube
probably with no wi-fi inside
perhaps no airbags either
i would probably die of desperate ennui 
what about you..

so shame on us
shame on all of us
we must hang our heads low in shame
think of the empire
think also of the b-list celebrities
the selfless bee-list celebrities
who showed more patience than waxworks inside the abbey
all because of the unnecessary few minutes of delay
what would jesus say
not that he would be invited on that holiest of royal days..

dear bored king charles
please know
many of us felt your this is boring pain that day
but how we were all thrilled
thrilled and excited and enthralled and humbled and et cetera..
while watching the endless weeks of round-the-clock royalist propaganda news
in the run up to your corona-tion..

and on that marvellous day
how we patriotically waved our plastic made in china flags
while joyfully offering theological instruction to god
man woman child cat dog all
we all sobbed god save the king..

and dear god if you are listening to us now
for godsake god
save the king..

god
are you listening
save the king from everything
but especially from ever having to suffer unmitigated boredom again
for entire whole minutes
ideally fewer than two
really this is the least you could do
we really do not want to ever have to ask you again
so god save the king from everything
including but not limited to
being bored for an entire few unbroken minutes..

on the plus side
you do not need to ever save anyone else in creation from anything
anyone ever from anything
from mild death to serious boredom
so god please be reasonable
save the king
everyone else in the entire universe
you can throw in the karmic recycling bin
what a bargain
you see we are always reasonable
so god you should be too
now get on with it
you may thank us later
for god if you save the king
our king who is your king might save you..

I Pledge Correctly (Hark! The Transhumanist Anthem)

and as i go forward in reverse gear
empowered i righteously rail against wrong-thinkers
and as the grip tightens
uniparty
i pledge my all to serve the mighty godless bloodline..

i pledge allegiance to our depleted uranium weapons exporters
i pledge allegiance to collateral damage bloodsport though not plastic bags and straws
i pledge allegiance to state propagadists flexing their pecs
i pledge allegiance to fellow brainwashed pets and our loving vets..

i pledge allegiance to mainstream scripted-head pissants
i pledge allegiance to the late prince phil reincarnating as a human-destroying virus
i pledge allegiance to our soul-grinding altruistic entertainers
i pledge allegiance to our big pharma benefactors and who syringes..

i pledge allegiance to the civilising rules-based order
i pledge allegiance to all the stenographers without borders
i pledge allegiance to all the right-thinking informers and sensors and gaslighters
i pledge allegiance to the military-mafia complex gangsters protecting ourselves from us..

i pledge to consume all the steroids and syrups and injectibles in our food
i pledge to flouridating and calcifying my pineal gland too
i pledge to believe the tricksters and all their false flags and hoaxes
i pledge to be a fully-integrated smart city appliance for my overlord stakeholders..

i pledge to be chipped and to be a gladly integrated servant of the a-eye
i pledge to be its total-footaball zombie to be kicked around and enjoyed
i pledge to not be concerned as endless coincidences roll out in incremental stages
i pledge that my very transhumanist being can be copyrighted refreshed and erased..

and so i go forward in reverse gear
empowered i righteously rail against wrong-thinkers
and as the grip tightens
uniparty
i pledge my all to serve the mighty godless bloodline..
and the a-eye..

Compress

 

on the backwards march
through backwards-time drags me
flash-frozen memories
they rise as phantoms melt
their liminal loop-de-loop immortality
with supernatural vitality reanimate..

with the backwards-time serried
with searing flasback threads
the morphing character studies
this stray dog tracks the haunting ghosts
as i tend the weeds so gently
my presence ripples afterimages gazing..

on flooding floors i march
i feel for triggers and tripwires
camouflaged somewhere in the marshes
reminiscences of imagined belonging
bathed by shards of light and warmth
against the pounding darkness
a play of sharp relief..

Senseless Sensibility

 
i hate your writings
i hate your host
i hate your readers
i hate your photos
i hate your mind
i hate your kind
you have violated my very own personal community guidelines..

i randomly flag up your scribblings just for fun
i will spam your platform moderators until they finally succumb
i shall crater you invisible so justifiable are my concerns
you make my much fine-tuned mind boil and burn..

who on earth do you think you are
i am monitoring you covertly from near and afar
you have no idea what i can do to you
i have friends in high places unlike guess who..

i wish to slay your very so-so artistic muse
i dream of squirting your eyes shut with industrial glue
if that sounds a tad extreme you have pushed me to this
your sensibilities so vex me why are you attacking all my feelings..

so i have nothing more to share with you
except your views utterly disgust me through and through
and though i have stated this to you many times before
next week and next month and next year i shall missive you some more
for civilised liberal society needs saving from crazies like you
and please do not dare reply me
though being the selfish scumbag you are you never do..

oh
and by the way and before i sign off
please know that i am absolutely sure no-one reads your multi-talentless guff
you are seriously deluded if you think you will ever be recognised
wow my god how entitled you are
you seriously
seriously 
seriously
should get a life..

Roadside Attraction

 
roadside attraction
a snowy windmill of propelling fists
thud their one-two and one-one hammers
down on stoic industrial shatter-proof plastic..

ten or so seconds later
though he side-swipes himself in the process
he successfullly splits open a panel of the bus shelter
a cartoon crack ripples down the screen
and quite astonished he looks at his achievement
he roars with laughter..

he shouts i did this
he waves and invites passers-by
look at that
i mean seriously..
look at that..meticulous..meticulous execution
admire the detail please..please..

then he picks up his bottle of vodka
and as he quaffs a few more heroic gulps
he stumbles backward onto the road
raises his finger and closes an eye
he gains a wider artistic perspective on his creation
yes..yes..indeed..i have to say..

a car honks
he bows down and shouts i thank you i thank you
no after you..
please no after you..
and the inebriated traffic warden with a generous sweep of the arm
waves the traffic on
cars tentatively curve
some have their hazard lights on..

then he twirls and tumbles back to the bus shelter
after he notices a full-framed ad displayed inside its side panel
a model smokes her enigmatic mona lisa-like smile
while she holds up a bottle of perfume..

he leans down in an attempt to sniff 
his nose presses right up against the fake glass screen
ah that is lovely
that is truly delightful young lady
you smell so sophisticated
you smell of..france..proper france..
your neck your wrists..all of them
smell of france..
i get nutmeg
and is that a cheeky hint of..tartaria..

no matter
you smell of..france..and paris
you are as cute as a dolphin
you are as cute as a..
a dolphin..in the rain..

oh..is it raining..never realised it is raining
oh thanks for letting me..
you are such a darling..

so i must bid you farewell young lady..
needs must
you know how it is
but do not cry my lovely
you know i have to go
you know i will never cheat on you my dear..

and as he blows her a kiss
he presses his right hand over his heart
as god is my witness..

and with that and on his way
the limpid saturday dawn wavers
all aswirly inside his merry-go-round
and all while somewhere up there
somewhere over that rainbow
the airy smiling baudelaire somersaults..

Nice Weather For Judges

hyper vigilant
racing adrenalline freezes and folds
utterly exhausting..

numbed
self preservation
safe within the isolating climate..

dilated eyes
cortisol
tremors..no restful sleep..

a world of hurt with its many burning moons
memory gaps and flashes
distorted timeline..from far away back when..

nightmares live the dream
regenerate reincarnate
recapitulate and overlay all the action replays..

the medications
boil to a simmer
the strain lessens..for a while..

then back with a bang the silent shame choir
the secrets kept
the kindness of the blanketed slashed canvas..

her final act
also one of self preservation
the last way..

it was then to the earthly judges
for their post-match proclamations
holding forth under the glinting glorious sunshine shade..

Strange Familiars

 

now over two years on
and all by himself in the car
still he wears that mask..

feeding the ducks in the park
even though she is all by herself
still she wears that mask..

and sat in the nearby outside cafe
two members of a family
still vape those graphene masks..

their baby and dog stare up bewildered and confused
but to the two masked familiar strangers who peek-a-boo
the baby and dog seem to be cognitively challenged..

gently as the trees sway
and rustle a rattlesnake conversation with falling hourglass sand
a barefaced golf player panicked breathes from his asthma inhaler
as he traipses searching for his dropped mask-exemption badge..

Two Conscripts

 

though he knew his comrade had fallen
he continued to wrap bandages around his head
though he knew his comrade had fallen..

To The Wider Nowhere

it seems like they are dwindling
more straggly the shedding throngs seem to be
the surviving elderly infantry that funnel themselves inside the supermarkets 
the most committed of whom often hold silent arguments with price labels
strained arguments pleading arguments
resigned arguments that the blowing synthetic baked-bread air
wishes away to the wider nowhere..

many for the price of none gratis
such one-sided debates echo
around and within these hollowed-out immersive installation-art showrooms
the weimar kingdom catharsis all the bat sonar signals crazy golf
though we are told that last year we avoided even a shallow technical recession
and this financial year we will also avoid another
good news on good news
so why all this angst..

marching through himself in glitching freeze frames
stepping off the bus he walks to the electronic front doors
the same lady who is always there
and always perched on her plastic stool outside selling her magazine..
he respectfully nods at her
she warmly smiles at him
then he circumnavigates more pressing concerns
as he stiltedly walks beside himself inside..

as the glass doors swish shut behind him
and the speaker system blares out loops of the endless
all their shrill notices and slogans amped
he feels like he is drowning
he is hearing everything underwater
his already trenched mind drowns stuffed more with mud
as he becomes utterly locked and blocked inside himself..

so how many decades has he been shopping at this supermarket
do the cameras now even pay him any mind
zoom..click..nah..
and he feels like sobbing again with the dull shock of it all
for everything that he once believed in it seems has come to this..
being responsible
careful budgeting
deferred gratification
knowing the difference between right and wrong 
and living by good values and good deeds..
much of that just trampled on
and so cruelly so mundanely so anonymously
and so easily peeled back like a cheap plastic sheet of imitation oak veneer
that it is not
in this weimar kingdom money just cannot stretch that far now
thus in the deep subterranean catacombs
now party hard the gilded termites to the sky
to the sky..

so here we are
so here we are
he has fifteen pounds but he needs at least twenty
he takes a basket for the items he can pay for
he has a small unobtrusive plastic bag for the rest
he trembles along the aisles with his essential items list
a few items that are asterisked are the ones he will try to..

triggered when he hears the exit door alarming
he straightens up like a switched on toy doll
its shrill trilling pulls him up so..

a tunnel-visioned woman is stopped in mid-gallop
she is quickly pulled aside
she is asked to open her bag
she puts up a faux animated protest almost for the sake of it
she is offered options for the choice..

he reminds himself that he has already done this exercise once before
the last time was his first time and less than a fortnight ago..

that time he synced his escape with a gaggle of slowly exiting teenagers
and when the alarms sirened that time
he was let through without the second glance
once outside he gingerly step-ran
though relieved about the successful execution of the plan
it still took a while for his ticker to slow down
but how many times can he get away with that
and he felt bad for those teenagers
and while reflecting he found himself
having to choke back sobs on that bus ride home..

he still feels stark shame about that 
he stands stock-still in the aisle
he stares down again at his essential items list
he glances to the exit door assessing
he is frozen in the aisle stock-still
he asks himself whether he is able to steel himself
steel himself to do it again
those essential items asterisked
one more time
one more time..

Once Before An Unbroken Time..

 
though one swallow may not make a summer
and one bloom of bluebells a spring..

even the silvering moonlight streams are sunning
as the real new year is ushered in with spring
for living nature knows this cycle by day and night
as did we once before an unbroken time..

on the lit warm cheeks and lips
heads swim up like sunflowers
that gently revivifying kiss recharges and renews and heals
for nurtured life rejuvinates and transforms with itself everything
this the great artists once tenderly knew and unashamedly celebrated..

with stretching dusk the peachened pear tops the vast peacock sheen
as passing strangers connect with eyes less stern more kindly
telepathic excursions sip deeper possibilities
the enlivened senses simmer on the flourishing scents
revelveted the ribboned fields sway emerald multi-coloured swatches
all this and more the natural new year the spring presents..

Armageddon Peace Prize

and how did you feel as you watched
when he was gifted the most rapturous house of commons standing ovation
this t-shirted combat-jeaned nato expansionist minion
for his live-link-delivered darkly-rattled word-salad address snorted
despite reservations did you ask yourself
is this what the fourth reich looks like..

and as our puppeteered leaders and micromanaged newspeakers
proudly provide cover for the azov battalion nazis
now rebranded the staunchest defenders of the rules-based order
and whatever that is supposed to mean you better believe..
yes that searing question might have crossed your startled mind
is this what the fourth reich reads like..

like neocon victoria nuland all pent-up to almost orgasm
while pondering the successful blowing up of nord stream
momentarily confounding the german atlanticists
apparently still suffering from a severe bout of stockholm syndrome
even as their people freeze..
a sad and tragic case for many decades suffered
berlin immediately respond by sending tanks to where..
again..

nordsteam
now consigned as a memory-holed mystery
a mystery only for presstitutes
presstitutes paying closer attention to the existential threat of balloons.

so more ten percents guaranteed for the big guy
so why not blow up zaporizhzhia nuclear plant with himars missiles
what could go wrong
is this what the fourth reich would like
for everything to go wrong
russians ukranians all europeans all as expendable
as those annhialated in the middle east or asia or north africa..
 
so as the appointed cocaine-snorting formerly celebrated penis-pianist 
and his installed gangster regime
now openly kidnap and march the press-ganged older and disabled men
ukranian men
down the most tragic primrose path
dragging them away from their homes to die
as their grandchildren look on terrified
all while the western commentariat strictly maintain their vows of silence
weaponised packets of silence intelligence equipped
you might ask yourself
is this ligatured silence what the fourth reich sounds like..

meanwhile
a murmeration of snake heads
in their windmill-powered private jets landed at davos
they slithered down red carpets
for the world economic forum cabal
hissing into their wine
chortling at globalist deniers
all while preparing for the next drill to go live..

for those basketcases for blofeld
gamed another upcoming event
this time it is to be a surprise blackout
the two after event 201..
for when the web will be..
hacked and taken down by rogue state actors..
with all the merchandise..

so another tabletop exercise that coincidenatlly might go live
so it would be wise to put some cash aside
one more for the seasoned covidians to bang saucepans for
canned by candlelight this time..
more..more..
the sense of belonging infanticised and made so asinine
the dimmer-lit invented rituals to solder the already infatuated melted mind..

and one more time for the city of london
for are they not esteemed experts at world wars
is this what the fourth reich would like
is this whom the fourth reich is for..

whatever flags we see proudly raised outside city halls
it might be wise to perceive them as analogs
analogs for the the skull and crossbones and swastika
exported tanks repainted again now display such potent insignia
another data point never screened on teevee
such absences embed the viewer with facts of make-believe..

first as tragedy only for more
a world where delivered information is inverted then diced
for state social media platforms to upload then thumbs up and like
is this the banality of the fourth reich..

last summer at the glastonbury festival
the young people also cheered for the beamed-in volodymyr
he smirked and twitched by the pyramid stage 
by various stripes the swaying graduates were so effortlessly raised
what perfect scholars to parrot for the succinctly redacted tomorrow
no spiked minsks
no panama papers
no eccentric deals
his mansions in many kingdoms hide
dumped after his people destroyed
he should for nato be awarded the nobel peace prize..

yes perhaps this is the fourth reich
for the usual suspects dress-down sieg heils not strictly required..

Gladly, Thay Provide The Lorn With Such Aquarian Tangibles

the practice nurse sighed..
oh her..yes her..
well if you ask me
she is a complete waste of time..

do not compromise
she tries to grab any opportunity
any opportunity for an appointment
like clockwork she appears here
here every couple of months or so
almost without fail..

she acts
acts
acts as if she really
and i underline really
really needs urgent physical attention
like she really needs a consultation here physically
and not online..
but she does not seems to apprehend or empathise..

as we know though
genuine attention means
means needs attention..as opposed to just wants..
and i also underline needs here
and we must be able to tell the difference
because once we let her through
let her through just once then that is it..

well yes now i can tell
tell that all she really needs is..
..someone to..

......


but that really is it
that really is it..

the practice nurse glanced
then carried on
and she is only one
only one of a whole straggly battalion
they float over here like shy simpering swans
projecting
so entitled
like a royal..

and yes okay..
though i see she is obviously a little lonely and lost and blah
and we all need a hug
but so sorry...we all have to get over that..
all of us..
if she wants my advice..
but she never wants to ... with me..

and are we not in a near depression
a real depression..
is it not tangible
we have been told we must very seriously prioritise now
now more than ever
sadly..

this seems to be like a hobby to her
to her it has become like a thing to do
and we must not enable her..

we must not be..
oh that word oh what is that word now oh..
yes..complicit..
we must not be complicit..

i think she gets it now
because last time i really hinted
subtly nudged her
that she needs to..

..


to do something do something..

i wonder should she try for a place in a day-release psychy..
what i mean is..
oh i know you know what i mean..
if she just cuts herself..just enough..nothing silly..
if she cuts herself down the arm
down
more convincing
she might get lucky..
problem is she is not yet that suicidal..
that normally i would say is a good thing but..
it is sad..

no i never offered that suggestion out loud to her for goodness sake
what do you think i am..
what are you trying to make sound like..
and i would get the sack..
the practice nurse vigorously shook her head no
no of course i would never say that to her
we are only talking shop here
this is between us..

and to be fair
before she was encouraged to leave
i did offer her some biscuits and tea last time
and all while doing the slow bobbing head i know i know thing..

though she never said thanks i am okay with that
we have to develop thick skin
not take things like that personally
i get it
and i get why security always allow her in
they are not doctors..

...

the practice nurse looked up
then she..
then she looked away and down..

then as she turned to walk to the empty staff room
her eyes seemed to mist..
a click was heard after she gently closed the door right behind her..

a few minutes later she was heard softly weeping..
to herself..
it was her tea break..