Sensible Celebrities For Synthetic Vaccines Haiku

 

the smiles sterilised
government indemnifies
big pharma babies..

Programming..Doomscroll Haiku

self-perpetuate doom expectation update feed dread obsessives.. dread obsessives fed
social media feeder troughs
refresh compulsion..

the fear-hopium
heartbeats of the heartless world
predict triggered trip..

(I have been informed by Blogger that this is my five-hundredth post. I'm not proud.)

Proof Of Haiku Concept Album (Light Through The Dark Optics)

 

thousands of photos
on the plastic device
glass note glissando..

smile unto yourself
selfies enter the meeting
kidnapped in its chat..

mobile for christmas
bowed lips purse blowjob blowfish
infants mimic stars..

rabbits catching lights
the persona containers
compressed in thumb drives..

the curve of flat planes
budget flighted memories
nought chants to zero..

the random dovetails
in concert with fan requests
flash freeze tapestries..

orchards of landscapes
trees icebergs mountains peoples
liquid earth kisses..

the artistic flourish
yellow tape chalk lines with paint
voyeur consciousness..

do two-way mirrors
trick projecting confidence
answers on a stamp..

the lost love moved on
to respectfully delete
save the memories..

abuse death threats trolls
broken-hearted child confused
the cause – kitten pics..

the yearning prolonged
the ineffable to grasp
midnight train to sun..

Our Man From The Identity Poetry Politburo

 

celebrated cutnpaste lowly poemy priestlet
tidemark itchy hornet rash pointy finger beat
pulp-spam-pulpit bow-wow thunk-policer hubris
tinnitus rhythm ding-ding illiterative glimmerist..

tavistock instantman boilerplate sham-angster
ident-politburo pummeler june-jejune poetrickster
didactic spammer nappyglam antsy lisa moaner
scheme-miring teeth-grinder parrot funnels emus..

he likes shagging feminists an agitprop priapist
blowhard thumbs-up likes entice horny misandrists
bingo clipboard tickntick a triggered miser wordist
another gesture-genuflector fistfuls of fog remain..

should you beg to differ defer to tram his thong
his fake love upturns hummus man frosty kong
beast mode turbo ego astroturf fluff-tiggerdome
larynx bullshit stratocaster vacuum pack one tone..

entitled prune-messiah rising on the bbc so soon
another covid wave he will master-mug on zoom
an mbe on its way a gold globule for purple piss
because that is the way they like it..tick tick tick..

anal mason plasterjazz noodley tree of po show
dot insectoid splatterman spins vortex-neck libido
leaning pisa maestro glows fabulist in tepees
per tiddely-pom tadpole-fizzy he waxes rivet-ditty..

Metropolitan Country Song

as we were conversing
the cool night shuttering within air
i felt the edges around an unspoken something
her grief hopeful grief for some theft to love
to set sail what kind of temple on her raft
her pact her deal with the dark side motioned..

and her eyes reflected the windows on her eyes
the windows the night rain outside smudged
the traffic lights winking at the signals blur
blending stop go left right speed up slow down
the open sesame to this secret staircase
alias an escalator down the upward vortex..

her exhale blew a halo clouding the glass
will ouroboros pin a zero on her infinity symbol
then we were silent with her dark deal confided
we both gazed back out the window
slanted rain etched the glass like war paint
i laughed only in fear of this world of initiation..

They Bring Us Gifts

 

dog whistle vessels make some noise
feedback loops enchant
echocardiograms with parabolic waves..

repeating glissando
action/reaction the sonic ricochet
make some noise for whomever then empty
recycle green..

the spears shake
the spaghetti smiles purse
smear the deal seal the lips
crocodile tears roll up smoked glass
like a drill..

anticipating the white noise thrills to come
sit tight lie down upright
we must heed the whistle call again
woof woof meow
magnetar on guitar
heads go pop..

like a returning summer breeze
faith renewed just like that
return to the programming scheduled
the mysterious keys to the heart
so easy to forge to find..

fortune yet again will usher destiny
fill auditoriums of the everyday woman
and the everyday man
our voices heard at last
we the content blah blah moon/june sos
beat poetry to the chosen someone else
the speech bubble parables parade..

as lowered fishing nets glisten hooked mirrors dip
some fish will harmlessly flip
still refract the blinding shine from above
silvery flames kiss the coastal waters
the rolling curl-over waves buoy undulating
jack-in-a-box seers incoming..

the iridescent dunes rise and roll against the promenade
bringing undetected mysterious bottles
with messages hidden inside to unroll
they tinkle onto the shoreline just as the moon rises
and the seemingly gentle outgoing tide beckons
offering new and improved gifts gifts gifts..

from somewhere
somewhere over there
the sirens ululations call us
again..

 

Halloween For Christmas

ladies and gentlemen the new lockdown be here
willing you to imbibe your own canned-masked-laughter
gag until christmastime..

so until then listen to cliff richard
the great granny farm messiah
he went to sun city back in the day
he sang about a devil woman
he sang about jesus
he never sang about steve biko..

and lo the wise men followed the blue halloween moon
and they spied a couple in a barn
and the couple were not social distancing from their new infant
and the wise men shook their heads in despair
and they called the police
and the police issued a verbal warning to the couple
and an on-the-spot fine just to drive home the point..

and the wise men were pleased with the police and they did offer the police gifts
masks sanitisers two-metre measuring sticks
and the police said cheers
and little baby jesus said to himself
seriously
why should i even bother..

and on hearing the thoughts of the infant
the lord did look kindly upon jesus and smiled
and whispered to jesus
fair enough..

T-Minus What

 *Apologies for the smaller font size. I didn't want arbitrary line breaks which occurred when using a larger font/font type. 

more incredible than if the loch ness monster had built the pyramids
more elusive than the serengeti sea yeti apple scrumping in the antarctic
more enchanting more life-affirming than a ghost-written celebrity autobiography
more empathetic than fine-dining sophisticates boiling alive their divine ex-lobster-to-be
more generous than a cheshire cat with a chainsaw jealously guarding their fish ice cream
more sincere than all the flag-waving leaders saluting the salutes-to-order photo-op electioneering
more giving than vampires guarding a blood bank in a war zone of cluster-bombed civilians
more relatable than a mad cow yoga-posing the complex position of billionaires for burger-flippers
more benign than triffids with hay fever floating amidst a nursery of venus fly-trapped people
more than this
more than this..

more pineal gland-opening than fluoride-packed toothpaste soul-destroying your children
more delightful than a hollywood producer preaching ethical..meanwhile down in those basements
more endearing than a scamfluencer unboxing dead shrodinger cat products splattering bounce
more grim than one-percenter-seers refurbishing cold war shelters for fantasy e.m.p. bug-outs
more life-affirming than a fukushima meltdown surely all the two-headed whales and dolphins agree
more full of the joys of spring than factory-farmed steroid-jacked beheaded chickens and sheep
more higher-minded than purdue pharma sponsoring installation art in oxycontin-addled dying cities
more gentle than the summer breeze from d.e.w. mini-nukes vaporising very tall buildings at ease
more consoling than a cash cow evangelist fulminating with love adjudging your human frailties
more than this
so much more than this..

more accountable than an intelligence head who cannot confirm or deny they shredded those files
more altruistic than a royal campaigning to end poverty dangling secret bloodlines going back miles
more sci-fi than farmers abducting milab fake aliens to produce hybrid children with irradiated corn
more peace-loving than the banker cabal funding armchair-war-mongers all sides to the manor born
more anti-materialistic than a guru selling go-fund-me healing trinkets for whose health and wealth
more ennobling than an embittered old rocker stating it all went sheer downhill after the sex pistols
more sage-like than a-thousand-secrets-to-success life coach ponzi scheme oil-slick dream seller
more motivated  to aid mental health holistically than big pharma aka opioid crisis fulfilment centres
more connected than lettered agencies to their proxy terror creations they claim determined to slay
more than this
more than this
so much more than this..

 

Present Dreamt Past

the smell of earth after rain
softly speaks
murmurous..

and the amniotic tranquillity
of being indoors after a thunderstorm
the painting rain re-echoing
windows rolling mercury beads
a jazz beat and form..

wandering alone
sunlight filters through the leaves
present dreamt past..

leaves of lime
filaments in flame flutter translucent
where the serpentine clouds streak silver
the beams glitter gather strobe
yielding rustic shades luminous beneath
ever changing swirl strokes
laconically twirl spiralling mirroring..

motor oil ink-blots polka dot pool
magnify in mini-mouse the milky way rotating
limpid on a dumped car reflector light
wow a convex planetarium
the petri-dish sea horse bubbles sheen space
obsidian gold turquoise unfolding turning
and seemingly draped on the cracked glass
etches the silken shape of a pulsar..

then a dried blown leaf dances along the surface
like an impatient mantid god
anxiously scuttling on the lava lamp lily pad
its toes dip in the oil
searching out a different galaxy
where the leaves have not yet bloomed fallen..

Your Monsoon

 

rain complements the music the rain
nature on nature a confluence raindrop on a raindrop dissolve
the thunder lightening breath drawn still
to immerse is to escape
one raindrop rolls ravines valleys
the music transformer..

rain complements the music the rain
unhurried ravishing exquisite
a circular firing squad of bliss
the sky beats your big instruments of sky
floating clouds the shape of thrones
wonderous with worldless wishes now written..

without mind within your wordlessness
nutrition for the reserved chambers stirring within you
your floating field essence in the palm of your open heart
where you never need to tell yourself who you are
what you are essentially a wordless world there the butterfly lifts
worldless anticipation contemplation realised..

He Looked At The Audience So The Audience Applauded

 

so..
..happened to be at home and about to go to bed
when an uber platinum a-lister caught me
he was being interviewed on a prime-time late-night teevee chat show
he was in the middle of explaining how he managed to keep things real..

he recognised his secret needed to be shared
because it is something we all wonder about
and although i had no idea who this superstar was
still i sat forward perched on the edge of the sofa
anticipating the reveal..

i turned up the volume
it was appropriate..

right..so yeah i admit that looking at things granular from the outside
things look pretty nice you know cozz i always seem to be filmed with supermodels
snorting lines of coh-cayhne..their well-oiled shapely.... [audience laughter]
though i strenuously deny..
 
and i am not denying that..
and yessir i do have a beach-front house in malibu
and yes one in santrowpayy
and as paparazzi have shown endlessly and..hurtfully
i have a luxury yacht with luxury uhssistants..so yeah..

and most of my cars are in air-conditioned gahraar-jizz
though not so my go-karts or beach buggies
so that detail the paps never seem to mention..
soooooyeah..

and so i was saying what..
oh yeah so..you know i have all that
but i know of the real world..
here you go..here you go..i  still know..
i still know..i still know the price of margarine..so..

he looked at the audience so the audience applauded
i deliberated on his wisdom then nodded
he talks sense
he manages to keep things real
simply by letting us know that he knows..the price of margarine
that is very elegant..

and I hope that if he admits that there was this one time
one time when he forgot the price of margarine
his whole life will not be judged on that
you know how envious and harsh some people are..

after watching this interview and about to fall completely 
asleep i recalled another late-night teevee chat show interview 
where another superstar engaged in a similar spiritual practice
she informed us her audience that she knew the price of..milk..
milk not margarine..hmmm..

so breaking this down forensically
it seems that uber platinum a-list superstar celebrities
stay in touch embracing
putting in a shift by putting in the effort to let us know
usually in late-night teevee chat shows
that they are aware of the price of at least one line of dairy product
it could be margarine it could be milk
but it seems it is not necessary to know the price of both
and although that would be impressive
it might come across as a little surplus-to-requirements
and thus perhaps a little crass or braggadocios..

so now i know
if ever i were to become a superstar
i must remember to inform the great unwashed
that i know of their world knowing the price of at least one dairy product
so i will claim to know the price of vegan margarine
because that might not have been done yet..

 

By Flickering Candle Flame

 

and lo the philistines cancel culture
and the misandrists cancel men
there the mockingbird media attacks critical thinking
their wink-winkers sync one-eye-hallelujahs with knee-bends..

and where songwriters fling anti-materialism trinkets
sponsored by a car a beer a shoe-cum-dildo device
right there ventriloquists cancel untruth
the way vice presidents cancel vice..

we are the world of inversion and obfuscation
where language is the tourniquet applied to constrict the higher mind
a woven underworld unrolls where the upside-down unfolds inside-out
no wonder some of the planetary infantry ponder on the eternal lies..

so the philistines cancelled so-called culture
and look how those loving locusts cancelled famine war and disease
how many times have they proclaimed their done-deals with the devil
ever wondered why tricksters raison d’etre is so generously revealed ..

we are the world of pre-loaded gulags plying piss artists their planet casino
of fakepeares scribing  memoirs for stellar bio-hazard neros
we are the world where pornography is the meta-machinery of romance
where destroyers cradle their burned offerings and consume terrified infants..

we are the world of scamfluencers effluent affluence
their jagged rocks wrapped in ermine beckoning you come hither
the welling agents mist-up history directed vetted splintered vivid
yet by flickering candle flame so still truth-seekers trace the hidden hieroglyphs..