Rent-Free Inside My Mind

 
dancing rent-free inside my head
my mind
would you like to swap yours for mine
even for a short while..

then you can shoot high up
even past the stars
or failing that
at least you can splatter your skull cosmically into drywall
please be assured it only hurts for a short time
and then you can marvel as your home
effortlessly spins round you
replete with silvery shards of splintered bone
like an exploding glitter-ball
what glamour
what more could a discerning adult hope for..

so why not hike rent-free inside your head
my mind
help yourself
oh please you first
and you first every time
so how about a swap
my mind for yours
generously offered on free-hire
at least consider my mind for your air-fryer
cook up my thoughts in your head smokeless
for synapses deep-fried
and not a drop of fancy olive oil required..

why not trapeze rent-free inside your head
my mind
where multi-dimensional beings traipse
and bubbling-up realms await
to kaleidoscopically morph and flower
there your fevered dream-time beckons
where hours flash by in elasticated mercurial seconds..

and though you will wake up exhausted
grasping at astonishing misted memories fleeting
with thoughts and observations you cannot share
for you immediately will be institutionalised
alas deeply concerned citizens are everywhere
small price to pay
think of all the amazing experiences you can share
with yourself..

all you need do is swap your mind with mine
even if only for a short while
or at least swap my mind for your air-fryer
crazy rent-free adventure will be there for the taking
carpe diem and happy sailing
no fancy olive oil required
just mind the walls
cover your wallpaper
and be wary of your difficult responsible neighbours..

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The Be-Do-Be Song

even when all else fails
i will distract myself and fish for wishes
to live the reawakened dream or two
and flourish despite my near misses..

even when all else fails
i can be by simply being
and by not only looking but really seeing
as part of being the i-am
i be-do-be..

even when all else fails
i will make progress by being my kindest
help others safely guide through waters darkest
the inner light pure shall never blind us..

even when all else fails
i will still not give in to fear
respond not react
i can still ask and offer help
reach out raise up receive and reconnect
to forgive is to simply overlook
and i can do all this and still be real..

even when all else fails
i will stay on-side for the miraculous
a new reality might entangle and prevail
and in my flow-state and letting go
and with renewed hope
i will again set sail..

even when all else fails
i will still maintain myself aligned
sublimely connected with the higher mind
reminded of past hard times transcended..

so even when all else fails
i will re-imagine
being and becoming
and be the be-doer
to the best of my being
for when else might i kindly mean
here to be to be so much more..
be-do-be..
be-do-be..

Well Recorded..

yeah hi just calling in
just to say that..
can you count me as being absent for today please..

absent..so..
what is wrong
i have to record it on the matrix for the stats..

oh yeah..
so just say that i am feeling really really..
..well..

well..what..

well..
just well..
well as in unusually content and healthy
full of vibrancy and life
you know..
fulfilled and happy
just really weird
caught me completely by surprise..

are you feeling okay
no-one has that here..

exactly
look i promise
if i genuinely feel like crap tomorrow
i will be back
i will..

look okay
well be positive
hopefully tomorrow you will feel more your normal self..

yeah obviously
but just to warn you
the way i feel right
right now
it has gone into my bones
i have not felt like this for ages
this wellness-fog seems chronic
i might have undiagnosed long-wellness..

oh come on now
a little bit of negativity please
it is what the doctor ordered
sort yourself out
now go and lie down
and think about your imminent performance review
that might help..

Fade To Vivid

 

that quickly snapped photo
the poignancy of the memento
the precious one thriving there
there..
here and where..

that quickly snapped photo
no artfully applied brushstrokes
no purposeful artistic appraisal
no inspired portraiture delicate
resplendent with rich primary colours
deftly layered with subtle shades pastel
no easel required for this unframed nail..

and yet each pixel transforms confounded
somehow suffused supernaturally
with breath and life savoured
so all the artifacts ambushed with flash
the washed-out shades and textures harshened
even the shadows that become off-set
out-of-focus and all that
none of that matters
none of that really matters
treasure..

that spirit essence
where surface swoons deep
imbues the grain
the ordinary moment transcendent
inner light only fades to vivid
the fade-out vaulted luminous
their nature nurtured with linked air dimensional
save..

the eyes the inner light
brushes the receiving lens
whispering the between-us said unsaid
as

that expression..

the crystallised moment flowing
flowing past
ever flowing
sunset infuses river
then the moon rises
admixture mingles..

beneath the plastic
the slender air-gap
the toughened smash-proof glass
protecting the thumbnail
the heart dilates protective..
press..
expand..

that quickly snapped photo
it transforms
watering the memory well..

the silvery pale
lift
attach the bifurcated mist..
send to self..

that quickly snapped photo
the subject not knowing
the afterimage overlay
in rude health turns around to gaze
at their still life imprinting..

View From The Edge Of Venus

 
empathy and love
light living
outward and inward
painful/ exquisite
the air perfumed swells to the almost infinite..

the pollination
one rescue breath the deepest ocean..

empathy and love
in absence
the universe hollowed expands
swallows itself whole
broken boulders and sand
granulated glass empires
rule the grandest mercury-rippling thrones
nurtured tenderly by the abandoned gardeners frozen..

stinging cacti for the parched
an abrasive polish for mirrors distorting
empathy and love
cast adrift and let loose on these parts
that would really be something..

The Vacuum Program

the broken sun sets the lens
peers through our cracked windows
and though so afar
the breaking second star stirs alarmed
flares spin and arc the coronas
electrical sentient salmon
urgently send and receive signals..

goddesses hold the plasma realm torch
more than binary star emissaries
our worst betters dare not tell
shifting effortlessly through pre-packaged gears of lies
would you like to get medieval
you held your tongues all this time
though offering clues and throughlines
of symbols and alignments and signs
is it only when it is almost too late then your time/ our time..

chariots planet-size portal eject
umbras like waterfalls sparkle and spray
nothing so observed ever officially acknowledged
rattlesnakes..

and because we exist
where the heavens are considered the infinite vacuum
down here
we freebase the sympathetic synthetic vacuum
at ease with piper pipes
how many great resets already done and dusted
on this haunted planet of secrets..

playtexnauts never trod any lunar cities
or discovered a single crater-metropolis lit up bustling
hole-punched craters perfect circles
fashioned by drop-dead asteroids
drop-dead asteroids like apples must dive perpendicular
a designer lunar gravity thing
another strange kind of moon landing..

the space program
the big bang program
the material universe program
the vacuum program..

Twisted Forms Of Test

he is a misanthropic healing angel with a clenched fistful of face
he projects a divine uplifting presence consciously unknown to himself
when he sits on the train commuters nearby feel whole again so blessed
his tender emanations grace them so as their pain and conditions vanish
they confusedly smile at him in gratitude and try to make eye contact
but he believes they are only mocking him
for he has no conception of his miraculous beneficence
he remains so baffled and hurt that people will not leave him alone
he weeps inwardly at the bewildering mocking world cast around him..

he is a misanthropic healing angel with a clenched fistful of face
his auric energy field vanquishes dark entities despite himself
eyes lowered while at work yet his colleagues feel so spiritually uplifted
staring at him distracted as he despairingly completes spreadsheets
they marvel at his loving presence and his air of nonchalance
alas he misreads their attention as micro-aggression
for he has no realisation what his higher self is capable of
perplexed that his colleagues single him out so
what am I doing wrong so often feeling very alone he ponders..

he is a misanthropic healing angel with a clenched fistful of face
he always takes the better path despite the ways he feels mistreated
he understands in this dense realm so very few have it easy
thus he wishes all well despite the strangeness of their behaviour
they are just projecting onto me what is hidden inside themselves
he also rationalises such experiences as twisted forms of test
an empathetic misanthropist reconciled to the current human condition
he laughs and makes light of the terrible plight experienced here
for me someday maybe soon all this will all end
i remain hopeful
one day humankind really might mend itself..

Bomb You Back Better

 
gigadeath-upgrade desensitise
the discordant bells voodoo chime
veiled chiefs pummel the precipice
the ultimate white-out fantasy entices
ignition..
their wish..

walls melt a tumbling mud flood
drop-ship suns dish balmiest night
shelled heads lit liminal fluoresce ignite
echoing screams fuse with melted headsets
spill out themselves scrambled
like exploding brain matter lava lamps
concussive kabooms kaboom
whipping up consummate lashings of loosh..

flying tree trunks evacuate gardens upturned
the maces of giants lift and levitate like uprooted rockets
then as fireworks cartwheel
beeline careening windshields
bludgeon with pinpoint accuracy
the molten windmilling rushing trunks
profoundly brush seat-belted skulls splattering sledgehammered..

then another shock-wave..
and the pizza delivery guy
pan-bases into roadkill topping
sprays a helmeted frothing crimson rainbowing heatwave
and the benign ketchup-being
in delightful flashing x-rays lays there bone-naked
vacuum-bombed splendid..

war accelerates innovation
more novelty to try..

the moldering reality
given an extreme makeover
a spectacular maximalist gaza
this time for all the useless eaters of earth to enjoy..

not to worry
the a.i. in repose will continue to create vapid art
while uplifted downsized chipped cohorts
will continue to toil like magnetised dogs
more tightly leashed to the pullulating soupy effervescence..

the continuity of change..
evolution steps up a notch
transhuman thought-forms are go
empathic androids will take living-dead for walkies
the dead-dead in the meantime
blasted right down to the singed hair of their silhouettes
might spin away into the luminous void
as their discombobulated angels
dive towards the mirroring moon..

Clear Blur

 
by the flashed-up dark of the switched off sidelamp
i hear the rustling breeze amplify
cars unroll the torn street
beam through the blinds
the oversized shark eyes loom over lit shadows 
and strobe along the ceiling
a still lake moonless upturns
the dark scatters and coalesces..

the brushed away dry leaves patter
lightly scamper along the pavement
my heart beats slow
my ears thrum the coursing seashell flow
one distant firework hisses and bangs
to silence
the beat of nothing the vacuum ripples..

such tones land this nightsky fast awake
hovering just so above the ground
human cryptids flicker around true crime stories mute
and only a few bipedal-friendly floors away
through a door keyhole
a moloch eye expertly trains on bobbing antlers receeding
then to a thud of a firedoor a zed echo slams..

To Earth..

 

he is standing in front of the firing squad
his silhouette waiting
the slow air bleeds silent..

..and he is still standing there
still waiting
while a distance away
the firing squad hide in plain sight
wavering still black flames
aiming him the heat of their collective fixed gaze
at ease..

yes
even now 
he is still here standing and waiting
he leans against the wall
his throat dry and parched
tear ducts drain damp salt..

a glass of water would be nice..

latest update..
as you read this
he is still waiting..

relax..
any second now
any minute now..

For-Those-Who-Have-Ears-To Hear Haiku

 
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your inner-eye fingertips
at your fingertips..

Such An Easy Way Out

 
they had no idea no idea
why she did it
she took her life
perhaps in the most desperate act of self-preservation
almost instinctive
mercy kill the screaming remnants an emergency evacuation
exposed defenceless to all the invisible raw twisted elements..

she just needed out
the most desperate act of self-preservation primal
she knew they would not
could not understand
she could not share what she went through with anyone
the experiences
the terror
the eternal shame
the utter rejection
the sheer incomprehensible loss
ice and isolation
all the inexpressible..

no i have no idea what she went through
why should i care
it probably was not that bad
she was so selfish
we all have our troubles
did she want a medal..

no..she will have to go through it all over again
she must learn her lessons
she could have asked us for help
i mean what about me
she obviously had no empathy..

yes what was it
what did a wise person once say..
oh yes..
a permanent solution to a temporary problem..
such very wise words..

nothing lasts forever
get over it
she chose the easy way out
nothing lasts forever..

i will still pray for her
i am nice that way
no matter
she will have to do this all over again
she should not be allowed to get away with this..

tough love in the hell realm
get over it
let us pray for selfish folks like her
but only a little bit..

X Might Mark Their G-Spot Soon (Variant Artists 24/25)

 

will old mcdonald get bird flu
i e i e i e
hint
old mcdonald may indeed get bird flu
faltering pandemic treaty
quack quack..

another bus so impossibly soon
same destination
ding ding
could this again be a thing
could stranger things again happen
who knows..

with a nudge-nudge here
and some fabulist fear porn there
engineered clamour for urgent action everywhere
old mcdonald may indeed contract bird flu
well y-not y-not y-not
chirp chirp baah..

kitten flu
loch ness monster flu
saskwatch flu
dodo flu
yeti flu
another variant-of-terror-for-another-booster flu
flying goldfish flu
swimming emu flu
colonic pharaoh flu
killer daffodil flu
big pharma are on it all for you
for you can never be too careful..

will disease-x woo the new wu-flu
umm ahh ohh umm ahh ohh
a come-hither needle here
another lockdown there
another funky pandemic good-to-go everywhere
shepherd the cattle for defcon1 newest new-fear
for the quacks to moo
dog whistle the deep sheep-dipped woo
this time target all the children too
wonder who knew
knock-knock the who..

Molten Cold

 

he bought the propaganda
so now he lurks in a fetid stinking trench
and he requires revenge
because he bought the propaganda
so now he lurks in a fetid stinking trench..

fears incandescent lap and lick
the infinite rage sine wave
hate self-hate press here for here
the thumping arrowhead rotates..

arrived unbidden and poleaxed him
the unvarnished truth the truth
the nods the whispers
the shocking revelations correlated
a consoling hand on his shoulder
yeah i believed all that too..

to the hollow marching drum beat
where suspended disbelief once cheerily swilrled
the lies self-entangling unforgiving confining
caress cold the molten man..

amid mundane conversation and gallows humour 
the attriting 
matter-of-fact shell-shocked grief-stricken
ice floes collide a mountain collapse
frazzled senses lacquer the frying balm..

no..
so should we be here at all..
…so why are we..
oh.

he bought the propaganda
so now he lurks in a fetid stinking trench
and he requires revenge
because he bought the propaganda
so now he lurks a fetid stinking trench..

Election Senryu

 
soon that time again
the uniparty needs you
although they do not..

To The Termination Of The Termites

 
naysayers..
until quite recently naysayers believed
that to annihilate most of the useless eaters
is over-ambitious
a pipe dream
though the proposition delicious
could never be realistically achieved
yet now what do we witness..

only the other day
one such friend said to me
i was wrong
i doubted
but now I can clearly see how this is playing out
a left hook then a right
then an upper-cut
pummelled to soft oblivion
slowly then all at once attriting to cinders
convolved with their tv dinners
all met with hardly any resistance..

well i put my arm around my dear friend and smiled
wait and see what will play out next and next
though you have probably guessed
you will laugh how easy it will be
honestly
even i have been delightedly surprised
by how little push-back there has been
though we give them the heads-up each time
they still have no mind to construe
so that will be for them to rue..

my friend nodded
for it seems to me
they are all so worn out
only passively waiting and even willing their very demise
moths around blown lights
so let us raise our glasses to the final victory
a toast
to the termination of the termites..

Forgive The Forgetful Commentariat

 

how very animated and engaged
the bbc and the rest of the mainstream are..
about the post office inquiry
so very sceptical the talking heads sidebar
about how so many former executives
had their collective memory shredded and deleted and wiped
for none of them seem to recall much of anything
and how loudly the disgusted so courageously opine
that none of this seems remotely believable or right..

and yet
these very same mainstream journalists and satirists
and all the other highly upstanding commentariat elites
none of them have an inkling who green-lit/ enabled/ assisted savile
and his highly protected and sick ocg
kept so very industrious over decades
kept so busy abusing and procuring
countless starry-eyed and vulnerable children
innocents lured to the old bbc hq in shepherds bush
saving children for a certain child-line pipeline
all in the line of duty of course..

for decade after decade after decade
happening right in front of all their forensic eyes
even after he mockingly stated the quiet bit out loud
for more than one time this pied piper piped..

should we give them all the bafta
posthumously he fixed it for..
and to this day
silence to eleven
what are barn doors good for..

so no need for any police raids and arrests
let alone a real comprehensive inquiry
or justice and compensation for the victims
the paedo elites also need to scrape a living
so forgive the forgetful
it was all such a long time ago
have they not got news for you now or ever
antiques sideshow..

oh before i forget
rest in peace jill dando
probably entirely unconnected
not sure why i even mentioned it..

Kali Yuga Egregores And Elephants Are Rockin' The Earth Stadium

 

fine-tune the sunk cost fallacy
cartelize the normalcy bias
gamify the mass-formation psychosis
vilify extract exile the critical thinkers
blinker your inner eye-vision
hide from yourself your inalienable birthright
you of the vast and deep and timeless..

lower your consciousness to the grossly material
love and empathy
relegate to trinkets ornamental
ancient plant-based medicine delete alternative
petrol-based poison no need to only sip
swan-dive off the rockin fellas cornucopia of stings
more phantoms sure to fly
for they never seem to retire
incoming and incoming and incoming
blood-donate and transfuse micro-barbed wire
break your eyes tightly shut for free and permanent hire
blind marmosets for bio-bat soup hellfire
whiteout..

never accept for yourself the time to breathe in
in and out and in..
in and out and in..

or time to calmly and clearly reflect and think
to rationally reason then decide
to observe and consider and select and mindfully affect
to reconnect with your higher self
and to recognise the who and the what of everything you are..

to reach up and climb your silver cord
to be
connect
to stand beside your higher angels
they are you
they see you
your subtler bodies too
gifting you the chance to really see
unaffectedly be everything you..

no
never do any of that
never recognise the chance of you ever being
what are the odds
and yet here you are
seeing..
thou art that..

or
hit the floor
more mottled moth-wing serum for you
more waiter more
more spikes and sheering stings
more dancing masked fake nurses
more honey for delirious killer bees
succumb to all the engineered fear
and so bless all the gilded curses egregore
egregore with steel-capped claws on..

and believe it or do not
the relevant malevolent elephant in the room is still on it
finger lickin latex mittens
the clot thickens
titan pharma profits forever sky-rocket
even while appearing free-falling..

and if all else fails
we can continue to escalate to another world war
third time lucky and all that
to trash the earth for the sinking new atlantis
your good character will rise resurgent
rules-based order international law observance
join the circus
dying fervently for the specious 
well at least certain traditions are upheld for sovereign servants..

so do you still think you are somehow unique
you must disabuse yourself of that idea..
no you are but a mere carbon-based unit-freak
a carbon-based unit now so surplus
you are only a random chance thing
pointless darwinian bling
wherever you are you are nothing..
the zen koan for the twenty-first century..

and kali yuga is king
kali yuga is king
kali yuga is in the stadium
kali yuga is gonna play encore after encore after encore
kali yuga will shred and shred his meanest riffs
shred and shred his meanest riffs
until your very soul daggered bleeds out melted stiff
as conscious as cardboard..

so you want some more
i said do you want some more
hey especially you serfs right at the back
understand what i mean
i mean you do want some more..

Means Meant

 

frankly it was quite disturbing to me..
i could not work out what this date today is
as in what this date means
for although i apprehended that this date means something
definitely means something..

spilling my hip-flask of sun dials
in a time-slipped ship spun this baffled navigator
all relevant instruments temporarily had lost their bearings just so..

the incessant murmering repeating..
this date
this date definitely means something
something of real significance....

the clunk and clunk serenaded the mulling whispering..
i should know this
and i know i should know this
this should not feel like a cryptic puzzle waiting to be solved..

i reprimanded myself
what is wrong with me
what..

so scraping cogs whirring
i gazed about myself for a clue
so what does this date mean
nothing highlighted in my diary
yet looking down again at the whole page of empty
i recognised this date as..
without sounding overly dramatic
its own thing and present absence almost present..

the drum roll silent to the reveal..
an unsaid
an unsaid so unsaid
and from afar
came the whoosh of feathered time its flighted fluttering spear..

in simpler words
something of a tipped upside-down oh-and-oh
and how that pierced
pierced right through to this
long-gone by the river swept..

did the vanishing vanish itself
an abracadabra of gone..

a gone now meditating
circling out-of-body..

abracadabra
pick a number
any number..

New Gay Dr Who And The Unreconstructed Macro-Aggressive Daleks - A Short Poem As Modern Fable

   

  exterminate  

.penetrate..

Anymore The Ever More

 

it is always for the noble cause
all sides all time always
always and always for the noble cause
for there never is any other kind of cause
how could there be
why should there be
for the noble cause seems never too vague or too strange..

stoic spouters garrulous of crimpled cookie-cutter narratives
arid tears our emoting empty-betters spurt to dangle on command
you are fighting for the noble cause
the most noble cause in all our recent history
factually undoubtedly fortuitously the best one ever..

yes we concur..we concur..
but there is no other way to resolve..
sad to say there are no viable alternate solutions
yes and yes again they all have been exhaustively explored
move on and shift over and respect your experts
peace through pre-emptive war
so anyone professional or amatuer for smart-tennis..

no it would be counter-productive to encumber you with the granular
with such needless and distracting details
you would find it all so very tedious
so trust us as readily as most of you do your medical practitioners
allow your better judgement to enlighten you and lead you to..
to unquestioningly follow our vast procession of vetted experts..

so gently step in line but not over it
be proud be gallant be brave
never doubt that this cause is by far the noblest of them all
the noblest of them all by far..

in fact we envy you
yes really we do
oh yes how we wish we could be there
wish we could be there alongside you on the front line
but some of us must stay behind and take the flack
for duty is blind.. sniff..
did i hear an uninvited stirrer agitating at the back..

lest we forget..
our civilised world is again under existential threat
yes even more so than any of the previous times
yes we are witnessing the best worst threat to our..uh..
way of life
to our way of life™ quite probably ever..

so this calls for..
courage
fortitude
declawed fluffy kittens
pure and proud and silent mothers
father state
twenty-four hour garden centres
simple yet wholesome freeze-dried microwave cooking recipes
traditional brave widows
fluoride toothpaste
livid avenging orphans so steadfast
really brings a tear to my eye
avenging orphans so steadfast and itching to do the right thing
at the ready for when another noble cause arrives
and it will
of course it will
as my god is your witness i promise
the noblest orphans shall always receive their turn
and why would we have it any other way..

now..
as is the tradition
why not offer fulsome thanks to your loving creator
your wise and loving creator on the side of the righteous
so in other words on our side only
never on theirs
or theirs
or theirs
only ours/ yours
only we are the righteous
never those ones far away over there or over there
or occasionally even right here..

so without further ado
let us belt out candle in the wind
before that glad william blake ditty..

                    ******

and soon enough
it will be that time again
that time again for another encore
when again all the bellowed bosoms pneumatic will fill with pride
all sides
it will be what it was
the infernal-always
the nothing new
the déjà vu timeline
the penultimate last dance with last orders
a platinum platter of long-life popcorn for the select very few
complete with delightful clear views from fortified peace-loving private beaches..

anymore the ever more..
memorials and anthems and victory laps and tiaras
and veils
marching bands
grow-bags of musical gravel broadcast live
corpsed solemness from the blue bloods floating above
the fenced-off stench wafting thousands of parched and wilted flowers
tumbling teddy bear trinkets flung on power-washed pavements
trench and drone-fresh glide-bombed new dead men so honoured
such spells will most likely work their dreadful magick again
do what thou wilt..
yet another time with the seconded silt of phoned-in feeling..

and anti-war poems and prayers and sentiments..
reappropriate repurpose subvert invert as jerusalem
ad nauseum..

sacrifices™..
hellaciousness
machine-rinse and repeat
until the very last noble cause arrives..

ironic..
perhaps in a world filled only with buzzards and vultures
jackals and hyenas
will all the vipers finally swallow whole their own tails..

and should this soulful and splendid world burn entirely to ash
profoundly cheated ghosts will stumble over their blown-out dust epitaphs
and the last orphan will weep and serenade empty silence swept
tinkling and chiming the sweet music of that final victory..

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Mindstir Manhattan

 

all the stunting skyscrapers sheer
all the prowling sliding walkways connect
the spiralled gabled gaps between intersect
never lift up
never lift up
take another leap of faith and logic
mindstir manhattan..

all the bowled numbing constructions
to-and-fro all the giant crane charioteers 
the compressed polymers bellow and boulder
crooked straight lines
crooked straight lines
skate around all the rabbit-hole shadows
mindstir manhattan..

nature abhors a vacuum
so let us flash-mob zero-gravity
celebrate losing our nature
mindstir manhattan..

neath the corked capstones
balconies with rattlesnake nets
the cactus roof-gardens beckon
mindstir manhattan..

strange the wilted sky diminished by sun-flecks
mezzanine murmurations
infatuate stained eyes sealed air imbibes
mindstir manhattan..

a certain destiny stirs the sails the melting
the shedding skin of serpents the ever-falling velvet
the quenching manna
mindstir manhattan..

where fear-weavers elevate the deadened alive
inversion escalators the ushered ride to earth-core sunrises
every single time
mindstir manhattan..

the misery index power windows buy buy buy
station-to-station tectonic plates levitate landslides
distractions tantalise infantilise
mindstir manhattan..

divide up-down-sideways to the nth degree
thought-bomb surgeons sever the soul purposely
the mindless songs march on
mindstir manhattan..

mindstir manhattan..

 

Penitent Pleiadian Entanglement (Hopeful Speculations Of A Hopeless Mattressnaut)

my ceiling sparkles for the sunbeam projector

the dusted galaxy relaxedly revolves in hay-golden turquoise vortices
fixedly i gaze flecked mottled stars afore my mattress a roofless spaceship
a pretending pleiadian i scintillate strangely in my knackered-deco boudoir
phasing in-out resonating though even sans a scrapheap car..

if the pleiadians or arcturians could see me now
would they smile gracefully at yet another stark earthling nutter
or in a previous life perchance was i one of them
but did i prang one of their mountainous motherships
so banished here vanquished to be reformed..

penitent entanglement
is that even a thing
how about penitent pleiadian entanglement
so perhaps this poem might  reel me forgiven back to them
poetic penitent pleiadian entanglement then
subject soon to one of their more softly empathic abductions
no anal probes required blessed entangled intergalactic vicar..

so tonight will i float through this ceiling
to find myself healing on an amethyst crystal bed
as sacred geometric patterns grace my third eye
and fibonacci sequences dance me vibrating fluttering butterflies
or will it be
dude we never ever want to see you back here again..ever..

no..
never shall you elegantly glide away from gravity hills to gravity wells
sup violet wine silvery in the comely vril valleys of aldebaran
you smashed up the craft bad you plejaran scumbag
and it was no superficial paintwork job either
so off back you go to the earthling badlands forever..
and yes by that we mean forever..

so dear dust motes glowing as stars swirling
seems like you are my dearest and only entangled
as cosmogryal gloomy glory whirls fanciful amid saffron shards
motoring this indentured mattressnaut far and far away
to my previous thrilling lightship adventures in the cosmic manta ray..

In This Furnace Of The Lighted Edge, A True Hero For Our Time

 
look
now will you look at that
felled brutally felled old testament
and in his prime
twenty-four
near the forward line
sliced down
cynically scythed by a devious coward
not surprising though
for we should all know by now
this is what they are all like
each and every one of them
but even in such a conflict there are rules..

writhing anguished on the unyielding ground
in this furnace of the lighted edge
his face contorted in the muddied slosh
eyes watering  stinging from flares and smoke bombs
the pain shoots like silver lightening up his spine..

and while prone and with little mobility
clear as a bell like terminal lucidity
when you are in this so-called game you know
you know such a thing might happen
comes with the territory
many have fallen before you without ceremony
you know that..

in sharp waves the pain roils
he twists and open-mouthed silently screams..
there is a melee and curses
a whistle and gruff shouts as the cavalry arrive
they race towards him
then protectively surround..

deftly three or four men examine him
then one stares straight into his eyes
it is bad i cannot lie to you
get ready we are going to lift you
possible evac on standby we have a carrier..

ferried away on the stretcher
he proudly raises an arm to show his men
carry on carry on..
and what sounds like circuiting fried electric rain replies
not only in his mind..

though sweating and losing consciousness
he has shown all that he has the bottle
he has to be the shining example
but his heart sinks when the medic whispers ominous
captain afraid it looks like a suspected torn metatarsal
you could be out for up to six weeks..

 

The Diabolic Empath

 

the diabolic empath
feels your pain
then informs you all this is mere illusion
for life is but a game..

the diabolic empath
informs you the other side is more real than real
and we are only here on earth to play different roles
for this earth is but a stage for this grand illusion
and that is all this is..

the abuser
the murderer
the tyrant
all are mere characters in this playground
in this playground for the little children of creation to learn in
the diabolic empath states again
suffering is based on illusion for nothing is real or permanent..

and you chose this temporary existence before you came here
you could have chosen to be a king a queen a magician
to be safe and carefree
but you  selected certain execrable experiences to help you evolve
you have freewill
it could be your karma also
source loves all equally
all is beautiful actually
the diabolic empath states all this with calm erudite certainty..

the saint
the healer
the true artist
mere flip sides of the same coin
love and hate require one another
the same way a majestic tree needs a saw
the cleared space allows for new shrubs and flowers to grow
and shrubs and tender flowers torn from the ground
may make way for the desert landscape pure and profound
you see how everything has logic and reason..

the diabolic empath
feels your pain
then informs you all this is mere illusion
for life is but a game..

Mild Speculations Of An Exiled Droplet

 

ocean drop ocean
the tree roots sip landed cloud
as glossy dew on glass blade
eye the observer
the intertwining vibration connection
lightly thrum resonating strings
but what ocean drops ripple ocean without..

patterns sub-patterns overarch
nuances colour trajectories
harmonics reverberate totality
quintessence of the highest or not
stages sojourn horizons
then can certain droplets lift entire waves to light or drown to dark..

the recursive kiss and throw
for this dense realm we fling
and wallop into this box of materiality
compressed contained contoured almost contorted
the crash-land return of the tethered origin
immaterial memories only fleetingly grasped..

what recovered treasures can be truly comprehended integrated
amidst all the wrench and trauma
for all the ineffable youness we breathe
and the higher-self connection to wonder..