With Love, Young Person, Here Are Some Quality Anthills To Die On

 

look no hands
i am a well-adjusted human
living the life in the hell realm
legal medication offers a much needed helping hand
though unlike a street-bum druggie
i have a certified clinician-blessed repeat prescription
i am a responsible no-nonsense citizen
i have sensible debts and a glimmer of a pension
look no hands
my hands no hands
i am a well-adjusted human
living the life in the hell realm..

i believe we need to give young people clear direction
new anthills to die on
might combat their disaffection
help inspire reconnection
transhumanism has real potential
global-patriotism might be an easy sell
i wonder if an alien invasion might do them well
greys with anal probes incoming..
pardon my french
your planet needs you
then emergency bump-stock nerf guns for everyone
and it could be the bestest 9/11 ever
just never bend over..

misogyny to misandry
militant feminism to incel
nationalism to globalism
i.q-obsessive dickheadism to identarianism
and of course zionism to zionism always does well
come on young person
there are so many fabulous choices out there to try..

materialist physicalism for new atheism
carbon units for self-hatism
influencers for anyshitewhatsoeverism
celebrities for experimental vaccines..ahem..

shrill liberals for more censorship
neo-cons for more imperialism
philistines for art scholarships
elites for the given panels of experts..

young people
think of what we have handed you
previous generations died for spectacular stuff too
there are quality anthills aplenty to die on waiting for you
some traditional some more novel
loyal vegetables are still sent to die for minerals
some trenches are rare and precious
this hellish realm forever fellate
so why not sign up
then greenland and canada and aliens firebomb and liberate..

whatever way
libate your blood
donate your mind
look no hands
my hands no hands
walk my line young person walk my line
and just like me you will be..

look no hands
be a well-adjusted human
live the life in the hell realm..

you only need to almost-believe
and then
one day soon
perhaps even sooner than you might think
you could be like me..

 

 

Get Over Yourself; They Read A Book On It..

 

funnel in tunnel out
invert ears and eyes fold and slide inside-out
normies have little doubt
yeah and yeah they know all about it
they read a book on it
read a book on it they tell you..

drenched in mainstream wisdom
whereon the case rests
mind-kill-chain transplendent
you are so wrong
you are so wrong..

blinded by borrowed blizzardly wisdom fizzing
chants from the normie pavilions
i read a book on it..

gorilla sphincter virtuosity
i read a book on it
me watched a documentary on it
twice
know all about this
so yeah..

gobbledyegook gagging goblins
voracious consumers of their doppelganger
harmonically attuned to mainstream melange
the mirage goop must flow blancmange
eyes shut wide glide inside super-saturated darkness
bats screech love-bites in ear canals
i know all about this
me read a book on it
me watched a documentary on it
twice TWICE
so yeah..

I Am Embarrassment

 

dear doctor dear reader
i have a confession i must share with you..

i often feel embarrassed
very embarrassed
acutely embarrassed
acutely embarrassed when i am on my own
when. i. am. on. my. own.
when there is absolutely no-one else around
absolutely no-one..

and i just feel embarrassed..
i simply become hugely embarrassed
it just takes me over
like hit by a crushing waterfall
i become overcome with embarrassment
an i-am of embarrassment
and for no particular reason
no discernible reason
absolutely none
none..

i just become..
totally embarrassed
completely embarrassed
full-spectrum embarrassed..

sometimes it flows..
the flow of embarrassment
acute flowing embarrassment..

one embarrassment
one embarrassment
one embarrassment
flows into itself
swirls into itself
..enjambment..
embarrassment enjambment..

or is it enjambement
embarrassment enjambement..

how embarrassing..
this so-called poet is not even sure
whether embarrassment enjambment
should be embarrassment enjambement
perhaps americans experience
experience long-embarrassment differently
embarrassment with an extra e
embarrassment enjambemant
because their embarrassment is more outgoing
more tingly
more adventurous
prairie-like
more gun-slingery..

do americans spell enjambment enjambement
does anyone
i do not know
how embarrassing..

also
what should embarrassment actually be for
how is it meant to help
biologically physiologically sociologically
lone embarrassment especially..
..
anyway
in the way some people become enlightened..
i just become embarrassed..
a kundalini explosion of embarrassment overcomes me
my more spiritual relations would be proud..

actually
no they would not
they would be so embarrassed
so embarrassed for me
kundalini embarrassment
oh please sanjay 
no guru can help you with this..

on social media
many times many times
i have watched people claim how they became enlightened
suddenly enlightened
and for no reason
just like that..

never once have i watched a youtuber for example
share their experience of becoming suddenly embarrassed
suddenly embarrassed while on their own
and for absolutely no reason at all
just like that
like bad magic..

experiencing my embarrassment enjambment/enjambement..
typically i assume the advanced embarrassment yoga position
my right hand slowly rises to cover my face
my tightly clenched eyes i raise downwards to the floorboards
then after a fair few seconds i lower my right hand
open my eyes again
apprehensively look around
look around even though i know no-one is there
then i wonder what on earth is wrong with me
then more embarrassment enjamb(e)ment rises all over me again
like a zombie rash of a b-movie horror-flick..

for it is only i that is beside myself
beside myself with embarrassment
an out-of-body embarrassment experience
an i-am of embarrassment
the i am of embarrassment..

try it
really is easy..
at least for me..
how embarrassing..

then i ponder
why on earth did embarrassment flow over me like a tsunami..
and because i realise i have no idea
again i assume the embarrassment-enjambment yoga position..

i have no wish to boast
but sometimes i can do this for hours..

how very embarrassing..
probably something to do with my adulthood..

this is our secret okay
so please do not share this with anyone
otherwise you can guess what will happen to me..

****************

so i have pondered the why
perhaps this is a karmic debt that i must pay
did i mercilessly tease and embarrass people in my previous life
so the almighty said
right you will experience embarrassment
even. when. you. are. on. your. own.
in fact especially when you are on your own
it will just happen
you will experience raging kundalini embarrassment
torrents of it
now be off with you..

how embarrassing..

Oversoul Symphony

 

i slip inside that piece of music
ensconce in the labyrinthine sonic sea
the heart the soul the spirit the mind
utterly losing oneself to find vision divine
resounding melodious near theophany..

and in the rarefying raw
the fashioned airstreams ripple
the pulsing electric currents sympathise
etheric lightning flashes behind sighing eyes..

i slip inside that piece of music
the contemplative expanse so playful so plaintive
the mirroring sun touched by the supposer
how the luminaries reflect on the numinous composer..

i slip inside that piece of music
a refulgent star sparks that teardrop gland
the raging puressence of moonglade angels
the receiver receives wordlessly sends
gloriously recursive transmissions
sunbeams shift light through stained glass..

The Floor Whisperer

the snapped tether
the snapped tether the tether snaps
the galaxy-torn-bloom
the phantom borne
the rippling mass morphs
         annexes the arrested vacuum
                     the emptiness warps and hydrates
          the arid abundance creeps and rises and entwines
                    annoints the coronated black sun..

the tether snaps
the dislocation bifurcates
flames of splintered self just spin off and away
just spin off and away
the splitting spirits polish the serrated void
arrange flowers of crystallised spit along its melting highways..

the liquidised dialogues in absentia
present the whispered conversations with sinking floors
the churn
the lack
the arrhythmic beat of the shocked heart
stop..stop..stop..
                                  i am..i am..

            what of the flashes
     the flashes of light..

load memories
replay imagine replay re-imagine
implode and reload
not again..not again..
yet again..

so the meaning the absence not only lingers
reappears and reappears
the snapped tether reconnects reaffirms re-solders
and again tears away
there darkly the dynamo re-energises
play again..oh no..yes and no..play again..

but the flashes of light
those flashes of light
in the burn in the tenderest supernatural kiss
the re-assemblage..

Dark Neon Senryu

 
blinken to orange
genocide riviera
cleanse for casinos..

They See A Mountain

beckoned hither to be sprang upon..

appendages freely swing and dangle
dangle mesmerised by a mountain hypnotic
a majestic peak niveous pristine hallucinatory..

pearl-fanged thick syrupy icicles hang alluringly
still so still to-and-fro they whirl
enchantingly appear to reach out
like distended arms of giant flash-frozen orangutans..

swirl-magnetised
the climbers playfully cuckoo
enticed in the thrall gripping them
the crackling frozen corkscrew limbs proudly burn
amadou..

neath the ashen moon sheen
the steely summit lustrous await them 
and giddy in the drip-drip silence
and by the gradual dimming twilight torchlight
the sluing scalers bound higher..

the frigid heat permeates the numbness
gritted teeth and determination
in all its rictus grin
the realised wish rattles
rattles ever louder ever closer
the glace of rarefied status
to display the reined in possession
helpless..

electric leviathans circle figure eights
sirens sing on acephalous
dawn-drenched
the glacier slaked
the sanguine summit collapses crashes sheer
a toppled lake of guillotines..

Haiku, Senryu And Other Animals

 

lily pad-shaped rain
ripples the grass marbling blades
silvery emerald..

flying polar bears
disguised as fluffy clouds
think they have me fooled..

snowflakes on the tongue
grazing comets blaze sun rays
fizzing fractals..

ghost of kyiv
meat-grind nine hundred thousand
zelensky mansions..

past-life memories
nano-second glitter-ball
flash up so fleeting..

sigh of the angels
the dimensionless whisper
dreams and synchrony..

a.i. avatars
troll a.i. influencers
human sheep triggered..

identarians
tilt at windmills as rulers
laugh divide conquer..

the human body
inside your soul overlay
that feather is light..

Look At What You Could Have Won

back in the nineties
neath the pristine sparkling cerulean skies
sheer argent stars on a magic carpet ride of sapphire
easily admired even near heathrow
as the auriferous sun generously beamed above to us below..

back in my student days of the nineties
where men and women still somewhat liked one another
strange though that might seem now
even positively distasteful to some..

looking back reeling from now
seems somehow like a lost unattainable world
a little looser
not so uptight
not so much to fear
and though by no means perfect
seemed brighter and lighter
where night was not blinded by black mirrors
where thought-crime was still science fiction
where idealised futures seemed realistically attainable
and not only fantasies naively wishful..

there
there back in that time lived a man
lived a man among men
his name was jim
jim bowen..

jim bowen was a teevee gameshow host
famed for showing losing finalists what they could have won
could have won
had that fateful final question not been answered wrong..

and that was the highlight of the show for me
look at what you could have won
look..
look what you could have won..
my stone roses tape pressed on pause..

but because you answered wrong
you did not win
did not win what you could have..won..

deep stuff for my stoner-student self
jim bowen explicating
that because the contestant answered that question wrong
they won a prize
what prize you ask
in front of millions the contestant was given the opportunity 
to see what they did not win
did not win what they very nearly explained jim
very nearly could have won..

the koan-like poetry of it
and all delivered by a man called jim
jim bowen
all without a hint of malice or sarcasm or irony
well none that my stoner self back then could perceive..

look at what you could have won
only showing you this as you did not win it..

the cameraman then pulled in for the final close up
to capture the baffled expression of the contestant
the contestant who had to face facts and realise
they could have won the thing they did not win
as jim bowen reinforced once again those immortal words
look
look at what you could have won
you did not win it
but you could have
and to be fair you almost did..

the gaggle of dart-fisted supportive grannies applauded
applauded their loved ones
for not winning what could have been won
so winning the chance to witness in front of everyone
what they did not win
but could have won
and to be fair almost did ..

a..caravan..

from memory it was usually a caravan
a tiny caravan
usually only slightly bigger than the ancient citroen dyane
a caravan built to be rested in a garden full of weeds
resting on stolen bricks for its stolen wheels..

a..caravan..

and as the end credits began to roll
jim bowen invited us to join him again
for more of the same
more of the same this time next week
and millions could not resist
could not resist the chance
the chance to admire gazing at that same almost-won caravan
this time next week..

jim and all the contestants then waved to us goodbye
waved to us then
are still waving to us now the nineties
the nineties only waving not drowning..

infused with a kinder sensibility
daft but lovable teevee
life relatively carefree
and look at us now
glorious winners of all that is
all that is the unfolding merriment of the early twenty-first century..

final question
would the nineties trade in even a citroen dyane or a crap caravan
for a kingdom of tesla-transhuman superfans
careful how you answer..

the irony
an unintended irony foretold
pull back the curtain
oh..
look at what we have won..
fools gold..

Beyond The Stuff Of Dreams

the rain scented amber
the never before or after
fragile moonbeams tousle..

a galaxy of mist in suspension
neurons cosmic filaments
scintillate on closed eyelids open..

prairies of soul
align to the mind of light
solace free
a peace so timeless
brimless silence priceless..

Amidst The Earth Parallel

i was watering the air-purifying plant
it sits atop the dusted turntable
and overlooks the front window..

outside..
the most delicate rain drifted and drifted
slanting in sheerness
ever enfolding in floating sigh
sidling the towed land-locked air visible
etherifying the earth parallel the lifting lake
limpid kites entwining braided
sentient landing lights teemed the air intrepid
emulsifying gravity streams a moistened kiss
and a torch-lit exit..

in the painterly agentic glow-wormed gloom
sat a parked car near the t-junction
the driver sidelong
half face visible
dappled in sheen
a silk-screen murmur
quickened by the flickering-on waning moon..

windows up
she seemed to be gazing through
through to what i could not see
in shatter-proof aspic glaze
her being sat slivering silvery traces
a las vegas showroom sphinx wavered
behind the ever-dappling steering wheel..

from her sealed vessel xeric music emanated
a wifi-guided wobbling wax warhead
bubbling up reflexive clustered rumbling thuds
in a relay race for one
her windscreen wipers seemed receptive
occasionally duetted a complexified panegyric
reshuffling the received  a.i. corporate composing techniques..

absorbed seemingly zooming inward
i felt my gaze an intruder
and as i turned away
invisible elfin cymbals
brushed by dampened net curtaining shine
echoed as dangled whispers
here in the there somewhere..

Walking My Penguin

 

i am walking my penguin
walking my penguin for a few furlongs
walking my penguin
no madam that is not a euphemism
not a euphemism for anything
anything at all..

my penguin requires a little decent gentle exercise
so taking my penguin for walkies is great
and he is unable to lift weights
you ask why
well because my particular penguin has flippers
you try lifting dumbbells with flippers
not recommended..

besides that
and perhaps because he has put on a little weight
his portly gait means his back is bent out of shape
somewhere down there
his vintage blubber is stoically marinating..

when i walk my penguin in the cold winter weather
he dons woolly neon booties with sucker-soled grips
so he does not fall over onto the unforgiving icy concrete
penguins feet are so unsuited to negotiate human concrete..

and please do not get me started
on why pavements do not have under-heated penguin air-bags
so where does all our council tax go
terrible i know i know..

i am walking my penguin
no madam that is not a euphemism
not a euphemism for anything
you have asked me that once already
that makes no sense at all..

and he never lashes on the lamp posts of dogs
he is exceedingly well-mannered
he stays in his lane
and when he takes a shine to a neighbour
he drops an egg in their garden for them
alpha-bloke penguins have an extraordinary skill set
penguin misandrists really need to visit their shrink-vet..

no offence meant madam
i am simply walking my penguin
only for a few furlongs
after all
do you not also walk yours
yes i should hope so..

and madam i hope you know
you should never let your penguin out on its own
common sense is not so common now
gangster pedigree penguin-nappers are everywhere
they even write stupid songs glorifying it all
conceptual double-albums about penguins finding themselves
are a rare and treasured find
the swirly album art work is always immersive and sublime..

yes i know
and alas it is not like the days of yore
when you could let your penguin out
to relax in a deckchair on strawberryfied-krill summer days
in the secure knowledge your penguin would always
always remain in completely rude health and super-safe
apart from when your penguin suffers
the irritating seasonal malady
of mildly fatal heatstroke..