Shoals

 
shoals of souls
roar radiant light rays
whirl spirited whirls
cascade merge
playfully separate
splendorously outpour..

inmates
as up we stare
bewildered neath closed-open trap doors
glints of whizzing time-outs flicker outside
rushing shards pure as moonlight freckles
caesura notes..

straining
we the attrited puzzle over
over all that is more
stuffed in the head with wise words read
shackled sentient raw
we roll lightly feathered in liminal lead..

while our wretched and hopeful cries
entreat
do the shoals aswirl listen
or even hear our semi-blindfolded arrowed howls
howls from deep
deep within us
to reach their gated celestial all-glowing-dawn ocean
where the sprites so gracefully
so playfully and so impossibly glisten..

Deracine Hyperstition Makeover Streaming..Streaming..

 
unconcerned deracines
unconcerned deracine
crazy-pave-float the vast shopping mall mezzanine
swivel-gaze hypnotised at a motherload of nothing
stop mid-step like a malfunctioning robot
stare bewildered wtf at the numbskull you knocked
vague intent eyeballs scroll zombie murmuration
unconcerned deracines
unconcerned deracine
crazy-pave-float the vast shopping mall mezzanine
train hard for project blue-beam scholarship..

hyperstition occurrences
go-slow atoms power-on
fast-food radiators tractor-beam diabetes
avoid chuggers handbrake aquaplane bounce off shop windows..

spiritualised deracines
spiritualised deracine
offer your confessions
present your offerings
disembodied-on-high streaming..streaming..

the check-out monitor-makeover
all your being..
face-furrows melted nazka lines
disarmed in farmed fluorescence cauterised micro-expressions
bring your own plastic bag
all your being
balaclava your meaning
stay green..

Nonsensical Imagistic Poetic Everythings Are Springing Out From The Lining Of My Stomach, Dear Doctor (Long Paracetamol Blues)

 

nonsensical imagistic poetic everythings
are springing out from the lining of my stomach
shorn iambic lambs shambolic shadow-box my eyebrows
and that is more than a little unfortunate..

a coral shelf of head-strong daffodils spill out my kidneys now
while a pancake belly-jelly-galaxy corkscrews out my ear canals
a matrix of astrological mariachi bands race down my arteries
dancing around me steamy verdant shaggy-dog shamanic decals..

and as you know at the best of times it is difficult
difficult to book an appointment with your doctor
i know mine will only advise me
oh just take a paracetamol..

so not even a smidgen of tender loving care
for a man growing baby giraffes out his hair
not to mention my knees-to-sunspots sympathetically vibrate
my doctor will only shake her head while she sagely states
oh now no need to again exaggerate..

and why and why
as i amble to the shops do people gesticulate and point and stare
is it because they have never seen a man
a man with custard-badger-hands
attempt to nonchalantly stroll to the shops
while swinging custard-hyphen-badger hands
as my sinusoidal-sinus pastries spray the roads and pavements
okay perhaps i understand
perchance this the first time they have witnessed such a thing
even if this is london
how weird..

and i dare not mention
glo-stick panda-fur brambles my shoulders padded elephants
hula-hoop intestine-turnips are not remotely lady-come hither apt
diamond bees buzz my appendix silvery crystal gnomic  texts
now have you heard enough
do you believe i deserve a one-whole-minute consultation yet..

and all this while dandelion jazz concertos expectorate from my liver
stampeding sub-atomic ants stickle my platypus child-bearing feet
honeyed mermen dart players tickle joke-pads to my spleen
dental hamsters with vacuum bagpipes comb panther hair on my teeth
i mean do you have any idea how that feels..

drilled square flanges shower burlesque tango-bell-toes
rolling over chronic albatross-on-toppled-pasta elbow
blooming jungle willowy meer cats ankle bite
while my back asteroided morphs a flying saucer spare tyre troglodyte..

neanderthal-neck-moonbeams medicine-ball me wobblier
killer-doll dolphins eurythmy  blue goth nano-beards on my cholesterol
but still i dare not call my much-pressed doctor
she will only advise and bawl
ah what is the matter with you
just take another paracetamol..

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..