The Point Of Convergence

 

..transforms the joy to her smile
fountaining down from a dome-lofted space
her kick-drum sky..

and as the snow fell the snow fell the snow fell some more
and as the snow fell she seemed to pull up the railings
impossibly like they were an accordion
the lamp lights so arranged the beaming stellar runway..

the air unfurled the longed-for scent
fluttering a few seconds limitless transcendent
uplifting there the snapshot of her finity..

otherly light streaked the sunrise
ivory spirals splashed the corona
the crush of god as pure as wordless meaning..

the point of convergence
what is more
witness infinite witness..

 

Crystal-Bred For Your Xanadu Reactor/Always Photo A UFO With A Potato

 

to sleep all the hours of the day
i need more hours in the day..

a gonzopolitan urban sprawl
a vast wavering lake of melting scenery
there rippling heat dances off asphalt
a diaphanous net-curtain silvery streams..

parallel lines of lamp post lights
fireflies dangle from matchstick stalks
a splaying lattice work of amber torches
plash and lacquer the speed-freak ants
adorning themselves in the gross metallic
frying pans and colanders above dance
and should you spy one darting its loops
wobble to hold
only and always photo a ufo with a potato
always and only with a potato
and only after the potato is vodka-drunk..

clearworld dreamworld lava
elixirs pour reverse java
i transition to a flame under moon rain
the violet spice peels dimpled lavender
elementals tease the tear
from beyond the celestial realm
come here oh come here..
treaty signed to escape the gravity trapeze
what a tease
what insights are these
so did i really sign up for this..

the whipped cream night so bottle green
travelling beyond the speed of light
the speed of thought
and there you are
teeming in the speed of dark/off dark
so now dear astral you see the light
to do to be do simply..

out-of-body gets me out of here
gets me out of here
i ask my asterisk to see above
no lockdown no masks
no clot-shot jabs
the subtle bodies dance
clench buttocks
for the canned-speech nomenclature ride
you the hesitant/you the denier
twenty-first century medieval witch trials
the new terrorists the heretics
the so-called domestics
watch the bait-and-switch
the nations of concern
to variants of concern
you see it
so many eyes seemingly in jim-jams while apparently awake
soma for the masterplan
trust the science
trust gates..

no clot-shot jabs
no masks for subtle bodies
no mrna no thought-crime
the out of brains are out of mind
hubris ticking out of time..

a spatula of disembodied neurons robe
and off you go
the navel silk rope
filtering to dabble galaxies
or like a kite you float over the city thrum
the swelling orchestral snowflakes numen
the friendly spirits wave
the higher minds plucked keep mum..

hark what tinkling bells are they
what a sweep of choir with harmonium
the quilted coda
sky milkshake third-eye nectar
crystal-bred for your xanadu reactor..

to sleep all the hours of the day
i need more hours in the day..

and always remember
wobble to hold
only and always photo a ufo with a potato
always and only with a potato
and only after the potato is vodka-drunk..

The Timed-Out, Enveloped

 

reassembling the broken mirror of yesteryear
the piece that goes here
could be the piece that goes there
reassembling the broken mirror of yesterday
for the perfect broken mirror reflection..

placing together all the pieces
feel the push-back
tease the shards
rub the sharpened dust granules
the different light edges the glass ground
gems sparkle flowering legs of spiders..

in forward flow how time froze
glimmering within the determined gloss of self-preservation
vacuum anecdotes fill the empty glass slivers
undone cold-cut memories the spoils..

the lack of self-pity
the equanimity
stoic and time-stamped steadfast friends
sensitised empathy swirling
at least such remains betray the right side of human..

the cool sheets radiate the always returned night
a mobius strip of less-than-tomorrow
the looming moonlight recoil
seals the pristine scars enveloped
flawless soft stones of shame
the swollen river flows gold its milk dark
the tock-tick of the timed-out..

Content: Unboxing

unboxing
i am watching an unboxing channel
one of many many..

for many many
watching a kidult opening boxes
is compulsive and addictive viewing..

some boxes are cardboard
some boxes are plastic
some boxes are wooden
all presenters fake orgasmic
so different from porn..

unboxing it is called
someone opens up boxes
deliberatively urgent
while exclaiming ooh or ahhh
rather like..

so i am watching an unboxing channel
but first an ad
one that cannot be skipped..

..really annoying ad
for an indoor exercise bike
green screen fetid designer cubby holes
behind fake crash test dummies
fake crash test dummies paid to be 
paid to be purposely racing to nowhere
racing to hit the wall
to hit the wall of nowhere
i forget the name of the bike
the advertiser never mentioned the name of the wall
the name of the wall
nowhere..

all in all
another wall for the wall..

we are on the wall to nowhere..

now here is the unboxer
she waves at us with both hands
imploding teeth grinning
grinning dracula dental implants
she waves at us excitedly with both hands
with both hands like she is waving at puppies
puppies with severe learning difficulties..

she asks allmyviewers to smash the subscribe
and like buttons
and the subscribe and like button graphics appear
appear with ping and car horn effects
smashed subtly done..

she thanks her millionz subscribers
she brushes and blesses her bubble-wrapped chest
her bubble-wrapped chest confesses is humbled
humbled it is so not about the money
she says she knows we know that
she knows we know it is not about the money
about the money she just loves opening boxes..

then she says
so without further ado..
as another ad flashes its glue-on
gluon..

now we see her again she is
gazing thoughtfully at a box
like it is the turin shroud
if the turin shroud is hidden inside a colourful box
shrodinger shroud-waving
she pulls up the box to her ear
she waves the box around
she caresses the box like it is..
a box..

she shakes the box some more
she taps the box
she gazes again at the box
she unwraps the box
slowly
she opens the box
slowly
she pulls an object out of the box
she waves it around
slowly
hypnotically you might say
she says ooh and she says ahh..

she looks at us
she tells us
she cannot do without this object
she wonders how she ever managed
ever managed to survive without this in her life
survive without this in her life for so long
she is certain she cannot do without it now
without it now she knows how we would feel
how we would feel if we had this in our paws right now
right now she has got the empathy thing going on
going on..

her sponsors concur
and because they know we cannot
we cannot do without this object
they will offer the millionz of subscribers
and random viewers
an exclusive thirty-three percent discount
just..smash..the..link..below..
so without further ado..

as another ad comes on..

a second of blackness then back
she waves to us again and points
points and reminds us to smash the subscribe and like buttons
the subscribe and like buttons appear again
with added ping and car horn effects
smashed subtly done..

before she waves us bye-bye
she teases us
she teases us about a box
about a box she will open for us tomorrow
for us tomorrow will it be this one
this one or will it be that one
that one..

then as promised she waves bye-bye
bye-bye with both her hands flapping at invisible flies
invisible flies with severe learning difficulties
with severe learning difficulties..

her conjuring hands
animated glitter swishes out from them
and she blows the glitter towards us
towards us the glitter hits the screen and..
flies through..

her disembodied voice instructs
remember to smash the special offer link below now
below now remember now below now..

and another ad comes on
on..on..

 

The Light Dark

 

i notice the lighthouse it still seems to be broken
against the deep slate sky i can still see its silhouette
did someone break the light system of the lighthouse
why would they do that
its windows still reflect 
and in the darkest night
i look out for it..

Another Glitch On Bold Street (Where Parallel Liverpools Collide)

 

rising through the stairs the liminal apparition glides transcending
shockwave munificence the witnesses all shimmer transforming
first the four-hour motorway time-glitch..triggering the daisy chain
then the stirring orb lights blessing  fields/bathing passing cars
flashing flashing strobing and flashing..

by the petrol station trips a holographic flip book of a roman soldier
the forecourt lights dim-flicker-dim..he comes..he goes..
his steed materialises onto the crimpling carriageway
shocked the screaming truck driver slams hard on the brakes and..
fog only fog..the horse washes through his truck only to vanish
the driver pulls over..i hit nothing..he laughs no-one will believe this..

bold street where parallel liverpools collide
where mischievous time-glitch elves have pipelined their ley lines
are they from another reality perhaps where there is no faul
and where john has no immortalised shadow mortality baked-in
with a little help of chapman the inversion befriended..

by the way have you ever floated through concrete walls
concrete walls that were lit from the inside
have you ever lifted off from yourself
like a whizzing firecracker through the ceiling then into space
try it during the next  lockdown to while away the hours ..

have timeless ancients offered advice to you on moonlit sand dunes
ever encountered previous expressions standing right before this you
as you stumble do you ever sense ( ….) has your back
have you ever turned around and caught frozen the fleeting flash
only to be disabused by dashing eminences of materialist science..

Instagram-style Confessional Poem (with added value entitlement-resentment)

                      

I once blew up a vacuum cleaner with a vegan blancmange

I

ONCE

BLEW UP A

VACUUM cleaner

WITHAVEGANBLANCMANGE

AND I suppose you want to // know how

                                     

                  this terrible incident incident    strange

//?occurred

but really I would rather not talk about 

 ?    it

    ???

Would you find it funny [QUESTIONMARK+_QUESTIONMARK=QUESTIONMARK}

and it only happened one time

and I am hopeful it will not happen happen again

but

you never know do you

and besides

do you do you

it

• is none of your business ###GETREAL

• so why are you encroaching on my safe space

• stop it just stop

it

you are just being rude now

you are the kind of person that murdered someone

4 a BADREASON

a BADREASON is not a GOODREASON

 

GOD I hate you all learn to love you bastards

ANDAND

you have probably never vacuum cleaned a blancmange vegan or other wise so how would you know anyway do you even know what poetry is

• THOUGHT not

  PROVE IT TO ME!!!!

1. Do you even know what a blancmange is ///thought not do you eevn know what a vacuum cleanr is thought not///???
2. 
   
3. AND if you
4. think this
5.                                                                Is the
6. End of this poe
7. M
8. do not kid yourself/ves/elves

NO WAY AM I LETTINGTHISGO

NOT NOW

IF that vegan vacuumcleaner was a small animal chocking to death

 would that be funny

wellWOULD IT<>?????

WOULKD IT??/

WOULKD IT

?

?

~ELVES    

• 
  

The Into-None

 

copper tone lamp light flames your skin touched resplendent
awash the brilliancy the lush monochrome
swatch of iris
mist of sunset
twilit isles of crimson twilt
in waves..

yearning the cayenne blush heat/the ceiling swoop
thrumming the taut interlace
dew-drip unity
ascendence sheer
effortlessly woven
the waves..

mapping the placeless
time outside-in
an ocean of the candle-lit drop releases
the zero annihilation
the oneness of two    the into-none..
of the expanse of the dust speck
of the wordless the wordless
that something     a something
so elusive so temporary
this is to be human..

then tomorrow the time yesterday yields
the time yesterday     just and only in time
reminiscences reach to almost grasp
half save half destroy half yesterday..

this is to be human..

Burst In Its Zone

 

through and through
the city night contours gild the darkest filter
the zero gravity scythe swings on a mirror
the lesions twinkle as snowflake shards..

lotus of secrets beneath nightshade
more fallen tears staycation
limpid in amber
in upward flow
roll up to the back of the eyes
as the last vestiges of takeaway oil
reel in tethered
like a vanishing charm on a pendant..

bottle green empties flash their skyful
a dash of fairy lights droop lower over the river
like a trashed pier in its zone
weekend fish drink flatpack bubbles
caught like gifts of a swooping orb..

moonlight strikes the bin liners chrome
scampering urban animals tread on parched needles
a lonesome clubber bellyflops over his headphones
at light speed the astral traveller tilts at his concrete platform
as the bin liners admire their aura silver..

the sheep count the flooding pillows
gamma wave transformers for star signals
burst the city romances the blinded desert..

following in the wake of seagulls
snap-off rainbows back in deep-freeze
monday lanyards of rain..

 

Natural Medicine

 

rain is honey
the toxic wasteland now blooms a fresh meadow with stream
rain is honey
the parched scrub reimagined now abundant wetland again
rain is honey
the scarred flood plain healed replanted with tender saplings
rain is honey
the rested now nutrient-rich fields return sans agrochemicals
rain is honey
and human beings are not a disease
except perhaps to the powers-that-be..

and human beings are not a disease
to be bred out of existence with the darkest therapies
that dirge does not have to remain
and cities can be humane
imagine high-rises as vertiginous forests
and the metropolis a liveable thriving giving organism
pulsing with an energy expansive inventive artful graceful
synergetic empathetic holistic imaginative
and then there is truly life-affirming natural medicine
and the more they try to wish the good away..

oh but do we live in such dark times
that all this seems somewhat unreachable
belonging to the far side of utopian
only the stuff of silly poems and letters
written by middle-aged men who should know far better
well look around and then look to you
scattered here and there and within
witness and fathom the hopeful manifest truth..

valuing material things the right way
so easy
do we even need to try
the disposable culture is anathema to it
the emptiest most harmful kind of status symbolism
the paradox of such materialism eats more than only itself
do not sell your soul
and look there
what wealth what wealth..

so why crave replacements themselves so throw-away
to be replaced and replaced yet again and again and again..
for what sake and who really benefits
hiding in plain sight the shills shilling for zeros the dead lights
notice the assumed hopelessness baked into the buy..buy..buy..
perhaps we can be materialistic a more enlightened way
so easy there is no need to try
no mesmerising trance
jump off the hamster wheel starve misery the expense
self-reflection the romance of the expanse
we gift ourselves so much more than only a ghost of a chance..

and human beings are not a disease
as good custodians of this earth we act we witness we see
a few endangered species now flourish again
lost wetland habitats now thrive reclaimed
poisoned lakes now bird sanctuaries
urban decay transformed into woodland and light-filled spaces
so here are more real reasons to believe in real treasure..

oceans and lakes and lagoons are reclaiming their former majesty
with roads and homes made of collected recycled plastics
even upturned jet engines can dissipate poison particulates
human nature in sympathy with wider nature where both entwined can be
human beings are not a virus not a disease
we are part of the consciousness so much greater
save to savour
likewise that still bleached coral reef
awaits rescue and return to its former glory..

and to the powers-that-be
if you must keep the quadrillions of your empires
all your great steals
at least release those spoken-of long-hidden healing technologies
enlighten your self-interest and yield and even self-heal
or imagine yourself standing on your vaporising hill of beans
even if fully detached from your long-suffering host
as you sink and raise a glass to toast your own bitterness
what would clutching close a whole lot of nothing then mean at most..

dear powers-that-be
all it takes is a change of mind
say it think it act it be it feel it
all it takes is a change of mind
and the knowing
the power of redemption is an incredible thing
tattoo it on your removed chip
human beings are not a disease
and human beings are not a disease
and to heal is healing..

and if you think we are a disease
the least you could do is practice what you preach
set the example and kill yourself
but why do that when it would be so much better to simply reset
that would truly be the great reset
and truly something astonishing to celebrate for all time
so powers-that-be
is there a new song you wish to sing
called the power of redemption is an incredible thing..

rain is honey
the toxic wasteland now blooms a fresh meadow with stream
rain is honey
the parched scrub reimagined now abundant wetland again
rain is honey
the scarred flood plain healed replanted with tender saplings
rain is honey
the rested now nutrient-rich fields return sans agrochemicals
rain is honey
and as human beings let us be our own power-that-be
and as healers be healed..

Above Nocturnal Corners Dance The Dust Motes

 

the online profile to knit-weave
looking beyond your very best now
back-engineering your very own alter
you enter inside your shadow-you
the walk-in glitch
the mouse dagger carves the doppelganger tooth fairy
both of you hitch the ride
both of you are the stranger guest..

the you pill
the message in a bottle is a hybrid clone
a psy-op on both sender and receiver
hopeful the black mirror evanescence may trigger
the crime scene to sparkle that now or never-voodoo..

a beautiful bonfire on an oil slick
flames shapely
all the dancing horses
waver and vanish abruptly in the gaze..

finally a wrap
your fourth wall bipolar
banging your head against your eyes startled and tired
you press upload..
then to relax you kidnap a nun to hijack a taxi to drive-by a canary..

..you then meet your fated target
or at least one that will do
the right lighting thing
the right angle thing
the beautifying app software thing
will not be there at the meet-up
not at the job or romance or one-nighter interview..

so you might sense disappointment
for there might not be that you there there
and they might sense your disappointment in them too
both absences present and standing to attention
the mirages only dissolve to diamond..

so what to do
perhaps on returning home you try even harder to render
handsomer/prettier/even more fun-loving and vivacious
more intense/more artistic/more intellectual/more sporty
more committed to the job opportunity
more committed to the universe
this universe any universe..
or..

you could lighten your load
hand yourself a break
ever wonder why so many are having breakdowns
ever wonder if at least some of this might be intended..

quite recently while i was at a terminus
my train delayed
the partial lockdown partially lifted
so you could call it a partial partial freedom day..

so a few people were milling around
more than would be the case
on let us say a partial partial partial freedom day
so bars and cafes and coffee shops were a quarter half-open
the masks drank breathing chins
on karaoke matt hancock sang matt hancock so softly
like he was au fait with the incoming karma thing..

and as i was looking up at the timetable
i noticed a man was stood outside a small restaurant
a tad anxiously his bright eyes were searching..

he was dressed for a night out
nice shirt and trousers
a light linen jacket for spring..

and i was about to gaze back up at the timetable
whence from the corner of my eye i caught sight of a woman
sensual elegant understated electronic
furtively half-hidden behind a shop door
he turned to gaze in her general direction..then away again..
perhaps the glass reflecting at him
meant he could not see..

back down she stared at her phone
she studied the screen
then she tilted her head up at him again
no hope..

then..
swishing behind her silhouette
she made her away trotting up the escalator
half covering her side profile
her hand a magnet
so inconspicuous..

but he was turned again in her direction..
a beat..
a beat..
a beat..

then..
lowering his eyes
down
he reflected..

then..
he placed his phone inside his jacket pocket
he strolled away slightly zig-zag
like a smart vacuum cleaner on night-stealth mode
above nocturnal corners dance the dust motes..

he stopped to look up at the timetable
his departing train arriving a few hours early..

another woman sitting nearby
was watching him thoughtfully
she had no phone in her hand
he did not see her..

The Tree Hugger

 

leaning against a tree
messaging a friend
absent-mindedly she gently patted the tree trunk
the breeze
the breeze was a colour
the colour of its sound
and the sound was the scent of dappled canary sunlight..

leaning against the tree
she began to feel in the strange flow
a tree as ancient as english pagan wisdom
the bark as soft as parchment of an ancient scroll
the bark as cool-warm as triptychs kissed by summer solstice
the bark as flowing as the secret river under the pyramids of giza
the bark as mysterious as the woman veiled of cydonia..

leaning against the tree
she gazed up at the veined leaves lit by fire life
the lime leaves dipped in outlines of constellations
the branches lowering arms
the arms circled and curved
the arms brushed around her like velvet on night
the velvet embraced her air
her air embraced arms
she embraced the embrace
and the leaves kissed her
all of the tree
and all of the tree her every forest..