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..