How I Defeated A Buy-To-Let Landlord

Oh I didn't
I didn't defeat a buy-to-let landlord
Not one so much as once

Yet
Lo
I have this poem
So we can call it a draw

I didn't defeat a buy-to-let landlord
Not so much as once so..

So I have this poem
A low-fi kind of poetry Lo
For a lo-fi kind of draw

Now indulge me for moments and ponder this
If every poet were able to defeat buy-to-let landlords
Where would poetry be
Nowhere near poetry

With quality kitchen units of Atlantian crystal
Colour coded en-suite lapis lazuli bathrooms
A delightful cacophony of blue hue iridescence
Studded rhinestones blaze
Amaze the child-minders

And what about.. 

A heart-shaped swimming pool with Icelandic steam sauna 

A triple-aspect air-conditioned jade balcony towering above 

your cavernous multi-level sprawling basement 

Such subterranea-fracking de-rigueur
                                                     in Kensington and Chelsea

Italian marble decking for the dodo birdcage..

Luxury Persian carpets and cats 

Luxury cats 

Their fur 

Like satin Venusian clouds 

The textured weave of orchids' gossamer petals 

Shimmery Arctic summer
Oenomel nectar dewy

Subdued chandeliers lightly dot the mezzanine 

Tear drop spotlights hang
                              outside your offspring's garden ziggurat 

Quartz snooker table 

Conch-shaped rabbit hutches 

Elgin Marbles 
Koh-i-Noor 
Faberge

Well you must know where I am going with this 

You surely must 

As some of you have known me through poetry since 2009 

International soul-minds now meshed
                                                                 intricately aligned
                                                                        oftentimes

Seven years is longer than most buy-to-let tenancies 

Indeed longer than most intimate relationships  

Most jobs most friendships 

Most government inquiries 

Most 

Syrian children's lifespans.. 

2009  

There will never quite be another 

Unless a new messiah arrives 

Then we will have another 2009 

2010 years after he is crucified
  

Crucified by the media this time 
That is unless the new messiah is media-manufactured 

A media-manufactured messiah 

Won't be crucified 

Certainly not by the media 

Until the appointed time and hour.. 

Then shall be 

And we will join in the deeming

Because we won't want to feel outside of things 

As we are social animals

One manifestation of the social animal in the early 21st century 

Chickens and eggs atavism
Gonzo tabula rasa
The shapeless mandate 
The flesh-on-pixel drones lock-and-load
             copulate
                         the hand-me-down copy-and-paste


We throw the stones 

As the quarrymen blast rocks from thrones

The ghostly reflections of the unchosen

Rippling fall
Often opaque outside our glassed-in knolls

He turns water into wine 

So encourages irresponsible drinking 

He gives away free loaves of bread 

Knowing carbohydrates trigger obesity 

He forgives all sinners
But will he cure their diabetes

He is politically correct gone mad 

He hangs out with a prostitute 

So I ask you 

What more needs to be said 

                                            The feminist

And 2009 years' or so ago 

There would have been a poet 

Musing similarly

Holding a quill wearing a toga 

Although I have no idea  how a quill is able to wear a toga 

One of those lost arts

                                       did I just spill my poem inside your champagne.. 

A poet living in affordable opulence 

Would look around themselves askance 

And muse 

I really must let go of this childish versifying thing 

It no longer seems.. 
                          It no longer seems...

Leaning there 

Against your quartz snooker table 

Poetry not very fitting 

For a distinguished human being  

Of your economically elevated status and bearing 

Once in a lifetime..

 My God what have I done..* 

                                                                                     
Lo 

Buy-to-let landlords 

This is my poem dedicated to you 

And 

To whatever religion or spirituality you belong 

An infinite shower of blessings 

You are the divine unicorn incarnate 
You stoke us wild with creativity

               The embittered poets sated 
                           Such as me myself and me 

You embody and personify the rarest nobility 

You are both spiritual and religious And that must not be easy

Buy-to-let landlords 

You really humble this poet  

              with your sure-footed power shower benefaction action
      

Buy-to-let landlords 

You only rip us off to inspire 

You are all from head-to-toe soaked drenched 

Stumbling out the bedazzled dairy
The very dairy of human kindness 

The very goats 

The very camels 

The very cows..

Milk 

Asses milk
Old Testament asses milk 

The best kind 

The only kind.. 

Forget high street asses milk 

This asses milk puts high street asses milk in the shade 

Asses don't make asses milk like they used to 

Although their goats milk 

is perfectly reasonable
   

Honey dew melons 

Fig trees 

Baby dolphins squeak splashing inside their pools
Your Emperor penguins playfully frolick 

                inside your walk-in fridge/freezers

Buy-to-let landlords 

Your property ours for an unreasonable fee 

And perhaps more unreasonably 

I encourage you all to please charge ever more unreasonably 

For it would inspire us poets more I'm sure 

Although I concede that's only me being greedy
Greedy for your gifts of melancholy 
And yes
For this greed 
This strange gluttony

I feel ashamed

Buy-to-let landlords
Forgive me..    

 

* "Once in a Lifetime" by Talking Heads

Swipe Left, Swipe Right

The screen is your mirror
The mirror entwining with backlit light
..but I do look alright don't I..
Swipe left swipe right
Grin like your NHS dentist
Going private

So spin your bottled grin
Pull in your body temple chin
Try not to scream out the smile
Touch up your image to beautify
Swipe left swipe right
The dating site I Ching never lies

Stranded second-hand man
Sand-bagged woman
Upload the walrus virtual-mate-call
Unchain your very soul trickling down so draining
The self-stalking charisma catwalk

Catalogue and chart all the speed-bump strangers

Blurring together surging melting apart

Fellow stakeholders strike through the heart
No need to talk
This in toto rejection is the silent talking part

Swipe left and left
Swipe left and right
Job pre-interview your face unglued
Woo the hive mind revue through you
The kangaroo court of love's landmined Xanadu

Codify Cupid's clues
Deep fried in collapsed swooning queues
Zero-in to-do rendevous
Loop-the-loop Waterloo
Swipe face blue
Swipe face blue

Dial S for Selfie
Where the machine guns are eyes
Arm the perfumed trench militias visually infanticised
Now crayon vividity
Your product placement profile
Crucify them
Get crucified

Swipe
And just swipe
Amanuensis-pipe your Hollywood script
Be a time traveller resending past timeline hits
Buzz saw romanticise truth's treeline to bits

Swipe another left
Swipe another left
Gulp down another carafe of still on the shelf
Hell is another selfie
searching for the self
Hell is another selfie
searching for some selfie else

Log in
Log out
Walk about
Log in
Log out
Run in
Run out

At last
Ding dong
Ding ding dong
It's what you're waiting for
Bang the mojo gong
You know that special someone's waiting
Pacing around outside your door
Heart racing
Oh it's your pizza
It's here
Well I bet this feels like war

And while you contemplate love's cruel lore
Know even vegetarians now mainline
the meat market for the time poor

And as you sluice the last isotopes of untrue Tuscan goo
Speed-drool prime real estate of the human zoo tattoo
Some sultry
Some elusive
Some forlorn
Some bemused
Some sporting stoned cheesy grins
Some clutch skiis by the pyramids
Some point to themselves an it's me
this me it's me
So is it time again to order more fast Tuscan MSG

Others stoked
As horny as goats
Some shoving their tongue down their lense's throat
They need your phone vote
For their fantasy porn panto
Introductions served with a light salad
At a delightful dungeon restaurant tomorrow
Will that be a no-show

Swipe left left
Swipe left right
So what's your status of like
Imagineer your algorithmic fate
Is it hexed
What will you say next
What films will you claim you best
Where do you see yourself in a year's time
What's your greatest weakness
apart from drinking too much wine
What skills do you bring to this plate of pine nut pasta
Is victory now when your date is not a complete disaster
When Amour's Titanic hits only icebergs of falling plaster

Swipe left and sigh
Swipe right it's okay you can cry
Wipe out another dating night
Do you realise
As your head was down
You walked past this possible love of your life
How wistfully they gazed
As your downturned face
glazed at the gorilla glass maze
Be amazed they aren't on a dating site
And be yet more amazed they might be right
Their stars and yours do align
Yet alas never now to be in the same cute timeline

Yet unusually
Dating sites always covet the loves of their life
Because we will click them today
And probably
                    tomorrow night
Swiping away left
Swiping away right
Cuddles for our dating apps and sites
Together how we look so nice
So made for each other
It must be fate right

Pyramid App

Tony Blair
AKA a former playgirl mate of Islamic State
Do you recall
For a while
He thought their God great
Back in the day
Before she was reassigned..

Isis
Anciently
Egyptian goddess of magic and fertility
Sent to dispatch AQ's macho hegemony
After AQ post 2006
Strangely lost touch with their
softer child-bearing sensibilities..

Paradise sprayed and diced
Isis splayed and spliced
Units shape-shift
The engineered dream futurism
Wherein slides a more limber ghost rider
For a more nihilist and franchised Antichrist..

Isis
Never named so called Isis
Always only Isis
The derivation quite precise
Isis before crisis
Very compass/square concise
Nice

All not told
The intelligence allegedly faulty
Now thrice
So old
And Tony welcomes any inquiry
Cut a price
Reset the precept
Then reanimate
The West's pyramid app device

So which Mother Earth goddess will be cross-dressed next time
Mayan Indian Celtic Gnostic
Orionic
To lead the next wave deliverance
of Saudi Salafi outreach misogynists

Overwrite
Rewrite
Reunite
Underwrite
Trans underwear
Reignite
Expedite
Then smite
Never sparing an inch of cordite
The new newest improvedist Isis
Now distinctly with Baal irides

Don't doubt the meteorite strike shall pillion ride
Feedback loop Sacrifice
With more devastation
Reaping lives
Landfill for bonfires

The Vast Asterism Dawn

Yet close
Yet not
Nursing only the mirage
Threading through the veiled horizon

Or release
The lifting
The reveal
A beauty insane

The first spark
Igniting the internal jet ruby
Imparting the call answer
Sweeping up all my nights' rivers
Washing away stones carelessly thrown
Rivulets melt time frozen reshowing

let go let go

Drops
Drops flung
The infinite ocean a drop
One drop oceans
No embrace
To leave not a trace
Not one trace
Talk about tough love

Somewhere in this
I glimpse
Between despair and revelation
The present
The beyond
The vast asterism dawn
Where the zero
Is something different

In Gentrificationland

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a small cup of slow faux java for under three    (**)
a slice of pizza                                    
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seven pounds
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all this could be yours
if you earn a minimum
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The World's First Hypertext

Poetry
The hypertext of the soul
The before and after of rock and roll
Lines of diamond sculpt the snow
A crystal show kaleidoscope

Drafted by decoders inked with light
Their burning eyes sift the night
In dreaming true allotments grow
Such orchids shape in moon shadow

Poetry
The hypertext of the soul
The enfolding aurora manifold
What forces shape the mind's binary star
The butterfly

Capital Flight Landlords Of The World Unite

capital flight landlords of the world unite
new glass satanic mills' trinkets delight
ten thousand dimpled points of dimmer-switch-to-let light
stacked hot knives of smoked steel shaft the shamble of sky
the economic locusts dropship honey umbrellas
gold meteors swarm
foundational craters pre-load
cash cows shall crow and keep mum sold

capital flight landlords of the world unite
even before the next cold war turns hot
it's lift-off 
you'll yield a thousand percent on the dotted line
these sparkles of alchemy
in the refugees' star-crossed night all shine

so the builders stack them high
melting like clockwork drip dead on site sometimes
only say maybe to contracted life
the soccer stalwarts of qatar
have got that s.o.p goal down tight

capital flight landlords of the world don't flee
virtually visit your space station
like tim peake's chroma keying thingy
allegedly
enjoy the 3d tour projected on the square blue show
a glass of wine a supermodel
cream in your ice cone
your bouncey castle fireproof is underwritten by nero

for where chaos resides there's the short side
the flip of the share slide
so you know you can let it all ride
all permutations shall ignite your points of light
one illuminati to another should bend the will of time all right
and make it walk your zig zag line

ignore the affluenza alienation
hold on to the wood-fired gentrification
a tureen of organic mushy pea squash for a small ransom
your toilet roll makes platinum
even your pet skunks smell handsome

the security guards
cleaners
receptionists
and chefs
shall have a temporary pass issued
to allow themselves in
but only via the discreet side door
by the wheelie bins

for every palace shall have
an entrance for the queens and kings
and another for those they suffer to serve them gated
and they must utilise the goods' lift sated

True Poets Shut Up And Sing

so dismal
didactic serial interviewee poets
flea celebrities
endlessly drool publicly over their verse
they bid you welcome
these belly gazing curators
kicking and screaming you into their
hairy schmoozer purse string universe
oh my goodness

cursed exhibitionist mercenaries
unsparing their hive mind of me
like shark-eyed self-genuflecting bullet point donkeys
powerpoint munchkins
'tis mental masturbation surely
absurd really
and so beneath the elusive muse moose divinity
and what's more
Defeats Poetry

never trust such vain doppelgangers dismal
for Poetry is
dear true poets here's the thing
simply shut up and sing
your poetry being is being
being in that poem thing
for poetry becomes its meaning true
somewhere between the attuned transmission receiver
the within now between now living outside you

thus shun the Brigade MeMeMe
the starstruck solipsists spoking
the lighted streams of the midnight industry
spooking the silent vessel scribes of the raw true weave
toiling beneath the earthshine
gazing out of cars
some thrown out of bedrooms
others propping up bars
you know who you are
and even if you don't
all the better

poet be
free that poem go
you be gone
evaporate like mist
for the membrane of your breath is the poem's air
not the ego's fist
only the deafening nowhere trills the philistine whores
damned besotted slam-dunked on their own reflection
surfing the dappled quick sand of self deception
where the poet becomes the venal product sold
in the me myself and i mold

through the verse flute gift your brimming muse truth
it works it works somehow
and you the poet take care
stay invisible
if you dare
shut up and sing
along the interpretation alley Poetry lives

your poetry fired aloft to float away
the snowflake spiral
flits etheric a voice
the mystic geometry of your fractal words
now lifted away on their magic carpet ride
salute that choice

The Quantum Paradox

this inner voice wrapped outside of sound
resounds the lowest hum
the outflowing rush encases the night 
is this vibration Love?

this inner voice outside the rational
  limpid consciousness entwines
  yet the darkness owns time?

to hold the source of that flash 
 fill with your hands the ocean
  the eternal truth might last a drop 
 one life the grain the precious grain

so what of injustice
  of grief and trauma
  of loss 
 none of this illusion 
 spare the suffering the empathy of preachers
  the stars extinguish in tears 
 and vibrate broken wishes saved by children..

You Say Oprah

She asked me if I like opera,
I replied, I prefer post rock ambient electronica.
No! she shrieked, I mean Op-rah, not opera!
You know, the world's biggest celebrity of America?
Op-rah who? I enquired
Oprah who? OPRAH! OPRAH Winfrey?!
Oh. Pee. Arrhh. Ehh. Aitch. Oprah!
Wow, you really think
when people say Oprah, they actually mean..op-e-ra?
Well, it was nice meeting you..
So umm..I must be going..
She waved her arm around the mezzanine lounge,
Taking in the other waiting omega male dating clowns.

I nodded,
Her eyes scored me nought,
The bartender offered me a vodka,
And a double-take thought:
That has to be the speediest speed-date thumbs down
I've ever seen in this town,
Well at least she will remember you now.

Seconds out,
And it was time to meet another speed datee;
I asked her if she likes Oprah,
She said she did and asked the same of me,
Oh, I said (smarter now) I prefer re-runs of Gerry Springer.
She jumped off the bar stool - another pull of the trigger,
And the bartender poured me a triple..