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so here is another funny thing..

as we grow older
less vulnerable more
our steamed-on scaly scar tissue
only seals the fermenting inflammation of neatly folded wounds sore
lashing the sorriest with the deepest camouflage
camouflaged and cooked-to-raw for so much longer..

and being so philosophical about all this stuff
the wondrous self being so all-knowing
the heart harrowed is now firmly bookended
and professionally leather-bound..

and all the while holding its pride of place on the coffee table
and for practical reasons primed to be held purposely closed
in parenthesis this takes up so much less space
only to be kept treasured as a block-timed keepsake
fun for triple-locked subterraneans laminated in a fearful safe-space..

despite everything
the foolish may attempt to open up to discover a new page
and risk massive attack from leaf-pressed dust motes spraying out all spry
spry gonzo missile magnets plastering the agitated and enflamed
to reignite the long-dormant combustible 
especially when exposed to unregulated air
with all its anciently-known capable danger..

so treat immediately..
coat affected area with dabs of distilled vampire honey
and to lessen temptation to retaste
hang out in the milling rain to dry..

when sunshine cannot be avoided
with opaque layers of light-reflective film
it will not hurt to also cover the protective sleeve
then cast out with weights in a scythed fishing net
dropped from a cloaked submarine
to then closely monitor with its upside-down perescope..

ensure the bookends are only made of strange hybridised materials
such as cave stones dusk-treated with enteric-coated strechy spider webs
occasionally wash the surrounding and affected vulnerable area
with generous drops of distilled lukewarm ice..

to protect warping
keep you leather-bound in place mobius-looping
and add a sprinkling of dry-roasted frost
and avoid extreme gentle breezes 
and all other sources of harsh warmth
and for further advice consult a certified cardiac spelununker..

if problems persist
download the app
and easily convert your leather-bound
into a feel-so-free feeling-free pdf..

For In All This Aching Beauty..

 

rotating the numb grey kaleidoscope
hues and textures of scraped-up old snow
as liminal as heaps of ash swirls
another year melds and melts
layers and layers of static and stasis overlay
the glinting glowering fractals sharded
offer their spindly morphing branches for perching mocking owls
and how they stare as you seem to sway..

lush hints of emeral jar
wavering beams of unenticing sunlight threaten to only melt and blind and bake
falllen crimson leaves splash their spilt rusted drops
the baleful moon as cold as saturn relates..

in patches angular reeds so stark break through
cracking the icy lake
where water gushes and gulps for oxygen
timorous gasping fish bubble up as if for prayer
blasts of trapped poison steam-release
and float up to seal away the heavens
from the fathomless deep where only oily darkness dwells..

but ovals of smoke rise and spiral and elongate from a different valley distant
are they signals of rescue
or cries for help
or deeply encoded messages for the long-lost but open-hearted traveller
come hither..come hither
there is something here for you
follow the charcoaled trails on sapphire..

follow the charcoaled trails on sapphire..
gently walk past the deer oracles as their onyx eyes gaze upon you
at nightfall the curlicues of smoke plumes will still visibly mark the cobalt night
regard the scent trails entwining falling rain as limpid shadow-light 
your eyes so accustomed to grey so vivid will be the unextinguished lick of flame
so nocturnal you will so easily discern the distant sparks veiled 
pain can still offer ways away
pain can still tilt your world a warmer way..

follow the charcoaled trails on sapphire
and allow the iridescence of the moonlit dew drop necklaces to star-wish for you
and when the dawn rises inhale the bracing and rich petrichor nectar
even the yielding soil and fallen twigs generously teem with purposeful cycles
and you are immersed as part of this so let the embracing ozonic air cleanse you
and wash away your copious tears of salt so draining
that distant birdsong can heal you
that distant birdsong hears you..
for in all this aching beauty
is the you of this 
in all of this..

Hopeful Entanglement

 

a fifth dimensional butterfly flutters its wings
a third dimensional earth ascends..

Best Of..Bitter Boomer Love Songs (Reissued Reissue)

 
of that heavy muskcentric bygone era crows another deep-boiled scrotum turnip
for here breathes the fetid breath of a stellar exhibit zed of zed
an oxygen thief astronaut trolling carbon dioxide
a constant headline fixture of grim rubber-stamped charity benefits..

the blood-shot-eyed quadruple valve charisma bypass superstar
betrays his colonic passage of time
swamp integrated and irrigated with trashed hotel destruction
and gorged and despatched and spat-out flare-pantied fans
discarded memories lie by the venus flytrap-lined highway
his clenched sphincter pupils crack lizard lines
the envy of a draco monarch..

swiss alps-high of a certain nasal mist
snorted 
face filled with enough plastic puss to crazy-pave an indonesian landfill
another boomer gravitar as warm as a raging imploding ingrown caligula
regales the smirking interviewer with his endless tales of pregnant woe
there he sits in front of an empty green-screened recording studio because..

because another reissue of the best of.. is out now..is out now..is out now..
just so you know
for christmas
though not for more-than-casual believers of jesus
though perhaps very wise men might want to gift the returning special baby this
should it seed the idea later on to smash to smithereens
a modern temple of the pharisees
sounds like a plan..

yeah i somewhat regret those days now
the money the excess
all the alpha babe sex
now it all seems so..you know
so hollow..even though i know many viewers might be impressed..
he winked at the camera..
call it guerrilla marketing
or call it something else..

do i sound ungrateful
try walking in my shoes
they always expected so much of me
so gratuitous..
did i mention that my best of..reissued reissue is out this week..
oh yeah it is out this week..

i sometimes wonder if i had led an ordinary life
whatever that is..
things might have been so much easier
my assistants harassed for backstage passes
to hound me for autographs
extensions of my flesh
youknowwhoreimean..
does that make sense..

but please do not misunderstand me
though i could mention doors of stables bolting
or something like that..
metaphors for horses methinks..

sometimes i wish i never met all those..
what can i say
i was a babe-magnet
not boasting..still am..
in retrospect and we have to ask
did they enhance me as an artist
we have to ask..

that said i still managed to write some great and fabulous songs
they are on my best of..the reissued reissue out in time for christmas..
you could see it as a spiritual thing if that helps..

yeah so the reissued reissue best of..is out for christmas..
has new and deeper sleeve notes
and a previously unreleased acoustic version of deep-fried egyptian pharoah..

curled up on the bed watching tv
an elegant woman of a certain vintage..
flinches..
she instinctively stares across at a faded photograph of her younger self
the picture encased in a pretty little silver frame
nestles with others on the dresser by the nightstand..

she is caressed by the star in the aftershow party he invited her to
how could she forget
there she offers him the most dazzling sweet smile
obviously besotted she gazes up at his narrower eyes..

she reaches for the frame and considers pulling out the photograph
with a rueful smile she shakes her head
what did i see in him..
yeah i know..
and what did i learn..

she hears a door click open
her adult son strolls into the kitchen
and yes from a certain angle..

she gazes again at the photograph
no..still no regrets..
though you fool..you will never know..
she places the photo frame in a box
she switches to another channel..

no my collection of rare cars feels more like a burden
you could call it the zen art of investments
protecting my portfolio is a full-time job
i have to fork out the coin for three full-time accountants
see what i mean..

yeah so my best of..reissue is out now
at the end of the day it is all about love
thank goodness i still have that
despite everything i still love my fans..
oh and did i mention..

..her son sporting the most silly beaming smile siddles up to her
his hands playfully hidden behind his back..

then he flourishes the most beautiful bunch of irises
wafting the air with the most delicate of scents..
happy birthday mum..
love you so much..

they hug
generating the silence so warm
the bond unbreakable..

Lifted Concrete

 

approaching that reality
with comfort and clarity
revealed the mystery deepens
uplifting this concretised night living dream
in the truth is the knowing
beyond interpretive imagination overflowing
like the whispered secrets shared from seashells
receive through waves of silence
knowledge experienced and not mere belief..

For You Are Your Light Beam, Light Being

 

diurnal moon
sips the evening most best
the passage of time lattices fireworks
riddles me a lithesome dancer on this
gifting a poised satin-enrobed state of undress
shoo-bee-doo shoo-bee-doo..

simmering bells of the starship choir
the ethereal soundwaves blast lilac light shafting
the bloom of the silvery-corded ladder-climb
thus i might serenade parallel timelines..

razor-sharp edge of the pearlescent teardrop
of swarming cosmos a shave of moon shard
clamshell mothership topical glam i am
no strange passports required here
no mons de bozos
ganymede-elf poppets draw their nerf guns as softly
inspecting your visions burnished and bronzed
in repose and sanded down
emperor dreamweaver shaf-tee lobin-gis is in town..

yes that will do nicely kind sir
your mermaid jacuzzi beckons
so wthout more ado go and loft yourself along the flip-off ceiling
arcturan chocolates will be served shortly thereafter
for you are your light beam light being..

if only my earth employer could spy me now
this the perfect antidote to business class for certain earth artists
bungee jump the white hole for the coolest bends
they only need change their bluey turnip sauce once a century
vegan squid gloam the fusion cold plates
a tempest of shimmering sauces deliquesce..

fruits of the pleaides
slivered pears the quivery texture of simmered europa snow
though not the kind you could easily buy in a galactic waitrose
often peachened with martian parsnips..

the meer elephant jazz of procyon blasts
the sublime pilot horses of the dyson spheres
the green asteroid merchants festooned with rare minerals
buy me a pint of mushroom quartz special..
 
down in one
they lie me down
and through my open third-eye they pour
i hold my beer in my head
my astral self holds no complaints sans the med-bed
shoo-bee-doo shoo-bee-doo..

any questions..

Lacuna Feedback For Another Swan-Dive

empowering the quietened quitting with blessings
we bear witness to the tender ministrations of potent healer ophiuchus
we marvel at the stunning dedication to the darker vocation
never seems to tire of consigning early retirement with force-multiplier..

as here..
another football player can no more outrun his tripwired walls
lined with amped-up self-organising treacle
he clutches at himself as beneath his stretch-shirt he rents
he lurches a hop-skip sidelong from his extant spirit
for whose kingdom might he succumb to phantoms for the embrace of the python
for it seems the clean-living athlete is luminescing
guided to vials he lit upon luciferase..

the time-lapse filmed flower vividly wilts
the balletic slow-motion grand jete cum swan-dive
the way the boy crumpled over
terrified out his wits
for no player was near 
because the players that really count rarely are
self-appointed and rarefied
they rarely need tangle with our regulated shared air..

the all-too-familiar eeriness thus descends
as in sports events up and down planet earth now almost every weekend..

close-up of the manager with his hands on his hips
as a switch excruciatingly slowly flicks
his gaze across the green
vacuum-packs inescapable dead air for fortune mammon-piss metamorphoses..
 
his conscience its own martyred magnetar
crash-crumples out his suit-jacket a red card
strips him bare in moments
the rabbit holes vent through
magnetising him to the rings of steel
one ring after another
spangling gravity with serrating karmic glue..

so the boss gazes across the melting emerald
as a young prone soul lies uncollected 
they both blink and shrink beneath the baleful light
pressing prescient possibilities
sad as a farewell to a blade of all-weather plastic grass
perhaps with a young promising name to be engraved upon it later
with the heart symbol welded to a canned ocean of rattling silence..

so what kind of foul scythed this lad-child down
collapsing in folding chairs
the same kind of foul that now so eloquently fells the fans
and where his also tremoring girlfriend looks on inkling from the stands..

the golden manager tilts
his heart also misses more than a beat
he glances to the physio eyeless
then pulls together his fracturing facets of self 
composes his eyes open wide to again play along
humming noise to an occulted given anthem
we see the owner in the stands anxiously listening on the phone
as the disembodied directors in the boardroom conference call
their zeitgeist static always there in spirit..

on the radar is that incoming missile
the mirage a missile miraged
equivocal statements the product placement
like a swiss finishing school-trained shrug of the shoulders
studiously paced elegantly vacant..

around the ground a jet stream silence cleaves
as players and high-viz demi-spectral beings crowd above him
that weird silence cloaks a weirder science still
wrapping expanding ushering the midfield general off the stage
his jaundiced face is the death-clown applause from the fans
what will var have to say about this
back to the studio
the experts will help us understand
he fell over
not sure why
we should not speculate..

under a foil blanket
the sound of interference crackles
vanishing a player down the tunnel to flashes
vending another coincidence for the nervous sponsors
lining verdant the pockets of lab-coat dealers
at warp speed..

by the bye
we were informed by the mainstream quite recently
of the reason for all the excess deaths of the elderly in the uk last summer..
climate change
well what else would it be..

i am sure we can all relate
i had to use my usb mini-fan on at least four occasions in august
temperatures rose well above room temperature
i sweated a few thimbles..

and we all recall how the elderly battled their way to the shops
all while the novel desert winds blasted their cardiganed bodies and bobbled faces
jackals howled as rattlesnakes hissed like trapped air from almost-banned hosepipes
and as vultures sensed another premature granny death
they circled and looped and swooped laconically overhead
later someone close may have muttered an afterword..
if only she had covered up her bare arms..

a very english kind of excess death
for a very twenty-first century..
for as the elderly playfully fried crumpets on the starched pavements
dreamily sipping mescaline from the hacked blackpool cacti
they were caught unawares by the sting of scorpions
hiding right out in the open covering the cracks nearby
the sting of scorpions
and all for the love of a proto-ritual
scorching scorpions and scorchio..

excess deaths
what a phrase..
almost as glad with itself as..
fake news
unintended consequences
collateral damage..

as glad with itself as..
social distancing
safe and effective
and..
trust the science..

and coming as soon as yesterday
azov battalion are good nazis..

those poor elderly souls
struck down because of climate change
that two-minute walk slayed them
thank goodness they will not require central heating this winter
or will the winter excess deaths be ascribed to unusually cold weather
made by russians
snap for the cold weather snap perhaps..

yet last summer they died because of climate change
as the unforgiving sun
beat down on their balding rare-vinyl pates
peeling their skin stripped bare lasered with uncut vitamin-d
so that even the nano-tech could not reboot them
so targeted they were by the lashing unforgiving unshielded sunbeams..

so alas one last roll of the furry dice
before they passed through the pearly gatefold sleeve in the sky
greeted perhaps by an open-armed white-robed bernard manning
press ganged by a mischievous deity to be a beaming galactic light-being..

perhaps jim bowen welcomed them
you probably know you are dead
okay smashing
in this kingdom there are many caravans
you can rent them out
but you can never leave ..

enough of these otherwordly hosts
back to the football..

after the substitute sprints on
a free kick is returned to the opposition goalkeeper
more applause
sportsmanship..

the goalkeeper quickly volleys the ball up to the other end of the field
the checkerboard orb spins and arcs between the static lines
there a striker collects and scores very clinically..

after the match both managers are interviewed
the losing manager does the obviously disappointed-thing
and the winning manager when asked
about his carried-off player
parries..

yeah he is being given the once-over
we will know more soon
he is a good lad..

it was a strange kind of foul..i mean fall
we want him to be well
of course we do
depending on the next draw we might play at marburg soon..

then glancing away from the camera
after a pause he whispers to the distant cigar-smoking seashells..
you know after all..
though some things are bigger than football
we should not speculate
it could be due to..to a wide range of reasons..

he strikes more pregnant lacuna
the deadened guitar feedback already smashed windows prepared earlier
as lightning strikes an emptying-shaped pool..

and our fans can rest assured
we have enough players in the squad to..to cover him..
thankfully our owners have provided the critical depth
so whatever happens he will be covered
rest assured
he will be covered..

Everest Feather

and beneath
as stricken eyes on stalks salt
fade in fade out fade in..
the shock-proof sole
lifts the raised boot
in mid-air grandly hovers 
to allow a generous time to admire its topography
a genie made from ingots of pure bats
always fullly engaged and ready to strike
again
again for again
for fun
for because..
you know..just because..

again for again
the boot lifts off the trampled face
yet still presses and compresses
the will partially velied reveals itself imperial
it is imperial..

for the sole bifurcates its phantom mind
the suffocating hidden hand
its greater force
an unreachable will with all its dreamed devices
almost supernatural
forever unquenchable..

the lifted foot delivers
and occasionally prods and appraises
then lifts
no relief so temporary..

and five and four and three and two and one..
and one..and one..
..and one..
..and one..
more waiting
the waiting ritual..
then the weight thuds and crashes down again
landing the everest feather
its sweet brushing kiss avalanche..

the tragic face beneath contemplates the sole-mind
cobras and vipers the raw open nerves whiplash crack electric
waves overlap and wash over
ripple cascade riptide obliterate
fearful convulsions gush through the body
another lamb
another lamb as stiff as a board as limp as a sacrificial rag doll..

as the eyes latch on and stare up at the sole
the zero countdown to one
waiting and waiting
completely transfixed
miles and miles of open road
the pressurised space between collapses
contorts to the nothing harpsichording
as the beatings continue
the tautening space amid the sobbing silence
for the pleasure of the remote control..

little can transfix like pure fear
the mind of the sole cannot be reasoned with
its perverse purity manifests myriad
insatiably gorges on the pulsing numbness
an energy vampire
the hate and contempt made of ice and fire
in the vacuum cooks and stirs
and adds helplessness to taste..

the waterfalling eyes stare fixedly at the sole
it is in this waiting
that the never-ending brutal initiation thrives
for the slow and deliberate destruction such waiting brings
in terror tracks the tracer fire ..

and again for again
as the boot lifts
tick tock tick tock tick..
the silence..
the rolling silence roars..
the rolling silence roars tick tock tick tock tick..
then..

then another landing
no more waiting
no more waiting..again..
the weight connects and clamps jaws down
as it rises

the sliver of relief stings
washes over and is so sickening
so maddening
more of the cruellest relief
music for the abuser to savour
twisted empathy of the sociopath
holds a timer that melts time
with the witness so numbed
intoning it is all in the mind
you do not feel it after a while..

the driven boot
floats weightless
the lake of the grey swan
the mindless mind murderous
the outward gaze inward
a dark spaceship in zero gravity sipping the black hole of its night
heavy and empty
landing the weight of this planet
as light as a feather
everest feather..

the sole 
of a superlative gymnast
the goliath treading so lightly
the ballet dancer with his steel boots on 
toys endlesly 
one big and endless pulverisation
the traction for the infinite initiation..

splinters shatter
the living dead graveyard of the shards shape the vast desert mosaic
open road territory
the sole of the boot then lifts and floats and hovers
again for again
silently enquiring guess when..
guess when..
guess when..again..
again for again
where all numbers repeat as one..
..one..
..one..

Future Songs Of Immersive Experience

 

on the train yesterday
bored and tired as i was riding my shot-away material
please cut and paste into your search engine
best to use the brave search engine and browser*
after the doors closed again
only a few more stops to home i said to myself..

then i happened to tilt my head up
and there above the opposite window
i read an advertisement
the jack the ripper walking tour
enjoy the jack the ripper walking tour
huh..

and the ad was placed next to a public transport notice
stating that sexual harassment will not be tolerated on public transport
i suppose that is what private transport is for
and i am sure that a modern day jack the ripper 
would never dream of harassing any woman on public transport
that dude was woke..

the jack the ripper walking tour
a photo montage showed its unforbidden delights
one picture inside the ad
a small girl covers her mouth feigning amazement..

yeah we could take daisy there for her birthday
then a burger after that for a final treat
then tomorrow to the nurse for that shot
just to be on the safe side..

these jack the ripper walking tours are presented as educational
enlightening tots to the darker nature of a london thankfully long gone
lest we forget and all that
understand this tender child
before the lockdowns 
once there existed a darker london 
it was not all love and light as it is now..
and for this there are jack the ripper school tours..

so these tours
presented as educational
educational but with fun activity elements thrown in
whatever that means..

thus not voyeuristic or sensationalistic
not money-grubbing or mythologising
brutal murders and rapes for higher-mindedness then
and made suitable for young and innocent
and pliable minds..

okay fair enough thank goodness
i was worried there for a minute
but then i caught myself being overly moralistic and cynical
which is very bad form indeed for a blog poet
and i might lose some followers which would be truly tragic..

i thought about that and wisely agreed with myself
a jack the ripper walking tour
it makes perfect sense
do you not agree with me
okay try this for size
try and imagine instead a jack the ripper hopscotch tour
or a jack the ripper milfs tour
or a jack the ripper morris dancing tour
or a jack the ripper silent-prayers-for-his-defenceless-victims tour
all would not make sense
and all would be in very poor taste
well apart from the milfs one
not to mention again i might lose some followers which would be truly terrible..

by the by i have relations in new delhi
perhaps their scorched-earth forebears will enjoy
but only when it is no longer deemed to be in very bad taste
a yoga meditation in the bus where an unfortunate woman
was gang raped in 2012
why should they miss out
education is an important thing
even for us darkies of the former great empire
get the tambourines and incense ready and assume karmic crash positions..

and in the near future
with your own little great grandpersons
crawling beneath the irradiated slime
purely for educational purposes 
may enjoy holograhically
a fred west mobility scooter tour
or a harold shipman and his victims holiday weekend getaway extravaganza
or a yorkshire ripper christmas carol festival
his virtual long-distance lorrry resurrected
and covered in festive regalia and candles
all very educational
and not presenting any fire hazards for the subterraneans..

or hows about
hows about
the jimmy savile kiddies charity fun-run on treadmills
for he often used to say for the kiddies..

for no doubt after world war three
by some miracle
the bbc will still exist
the bbc and cockroaches
hows about that then
hows about that
marvellous..
and even after world war three
you will be asked to pay the license fee..

and perhaps the little droids
chipped and devoid of souls
faces covered with biohazard masks
painted with flowers and syringes and cats
will enjoy the great reset genocide lockdown sit-in tour..

it will be a super-virtual and immersive experience
where among other things
in one of many millions of secret easter eggs to unlock
the children may visit the virtual home of an ancient
and very obscure blog poet
a very obscure blog poet who existed before the great cull
who was rightly mocked in his time for being a conspiritorial nut
there and then the children will be informed
that he was shot in the back of the head
then thrown into a ditch
that the coroner concluded he died naturally of covid
he refused the jab
thus was absolutely of no loss to anyone..


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and a song to read:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RbmS3tQJ7Os

 

Her Saturn Return Bleeds The Noir Of Noir

the androgynous statue offered she raised skyward
and she almost tipped over backward..

so she thanked her trademarked wonderful fans blah blah
and the pentagram tables of suited women and men and..
applaud their nod
the chiselled chiefs baleful before the gleam and the glisten
teeth too full of teeth peel back vice-tightened skin for prisms
cgi fireworks will vividly display on scrying mirrors
and bring to an end another awards season
the crackling crescendo will serenade the amorphous smog
the no contest no contest
no contest..
 
she walked off the stage four-walled
marching lithely to the countdown to another commercial break
3-2-1
she waved one final time
the choreography co-signed and perfect
the dog food and the toilet roll and the anti-anxiety pills
brought you this magical carpet ride of weird
so yielding for the others
they will bear so very lightly the tragedy to soon follow
though the slivered civilians will be crushed again to wrap in a bow
so glad to receive the baton they are so broken
slow hand-clap
slow hand-clap..

a few beats later and sat all alone with three minders
all unblinking inside the static flashes
in the stretch limo radiating darkened toughened glass
snowed the drone hum the aum of the parching air conditioning
where she started to weep musing
what is this thing that must pass
one minder offered her a tissue
while with the other hand took her statue
a tissue for a statue
and dropped it in a plastic bag holding its concrete value..

later after rictus grinning through the after show parties
rinse and repeat
she stood on the balcony of her hotel suite
the light pollution from down below shimmered shivers
tore closed the raiment
rolling up the starry scroll..

that gaze down again
the blinking lights the neon signs
the too pretty transience broke her
broke her one final time
and so very despite herself
despite herself being what they had carefully fashioned
her becoming for her ending
for another becoming
already propositioned and prepped to race down the pipeline
to be actioned with her finishing school-grace and stoicism
face down face up..

and there
just there below and down to the left
a newly adorned award-winning actress
also alone
immersed in the infinity pool
a few widths of the blue foil glow swam up to her
the camouflaged octopus mesmerised by itself..

and as she pulled herself up and out
her shadow man deliberatively carelessly threw at her a towel
a corner of which greedily sipped the chlorine
3-2-1
she fished the towel out
3-2-1
only the distant cicadas
3-2-1
and as she dropped the towel back into the infinity pool slo-mo
she stared at the shadow man
and
3-2-1
the shadow man rolled the drinks trolley into the pool
crash..
cicadas..

a ratatat on the sliden shut triple-glazed door
your very last interview has arrived..
she gazed at her handler as he droned
you should be happy
it has been signed-off so no need to worry
then off we go
you are done and gone
you disappeared into your sunset golden already
my condolences and congratulations on your passing..

the interviewer walked in
and offered her three a4 sheets
this is what you will say here
is there anything you wish to add
she shook her head no
the interviewer looked at the handler
the handler looked at the handled
you know this is your last one
your last interview
so this time you may say a few lines of your own
but only if you wish..

we have added the requisite mystery
the baked-in ambiguity
the open-ending for the rock-laden casket
the tabloid fake conspiracies
all the usual misdirection will sit pretty
were you murdered
or was it a suicide
the only options provided
never the hoax of course..

of course..she repeated
she looked through them both
3-2-1
and walked back out to the balcony
then dropped the three sheets over the edge unread
one sheet quivered like a leaf
before landing on the infinity pool
the actress looked up
but did not swim out to read the slowly bleeding ink
soon to insinuate with the chlorine and the chivas regal
soon to entwine with the drowned trolley of silver-sprayed plastic..

the interviewer shrugged her shoulders
the handler ushered her out
no matter for the gain-of-function-tomorrow
is all ready for the magazine stands
exclusive – the unanswered questions
that never asks about the forbidden unasked..

early next morning she sat breathing in
the sprayed scent of leather in the private jet
observing the breaking news she reclined
her tragic death announced on all channels
the usual theatre the usual noir verité
the trolley
the ticker-tape
the red and blue flashing lights
a genuine dummy strapped under the sheet jealously guarded
as it is wheeled out and lifted into the hollywood ambulance
by masked comedy paramedics..

and there blinking before the paps
the fake distraught witness
for some reason wrapped like a boxer in a towel
the fake witness wrapped like a boxer in a towel
being comforted by a fake reporter as earnest as the joker
breaking news breaking news
the star found dead in tragic circumstances
tragic circumstances emphasised
perhaps to clarify for the viewer
that the star was not found dead in life-affirming circumstances..

no doubt a fake investigation
complete with fake pathologists will find answers
and fake friends of the dead will shed their fake tears earnest
inject more trauma then deftly insert product placement
yeah..she was so talented..
yet troubled..
why did she jump..
or i have to ask was she..pushed..i dunno..
she laughed watching that
good grief talk about telegraphing
the cliches springing forth for the revolving hearse-roundabout..

as high as an eagle soaring
her new pointman sat across from her
you can breathe easy now
this project is completely over
at least for you so please rest and relax..

for your next..
we believe no plastic surgery will be required
a slight change in body shape
and different make-up will more than suffice
perhaps a new hairstyle
your old one being so iconic
that is all you will need
it is all too perfect
too perfect..

so your new ident is all good to go
here are the documents
you did so well
all the messages and meaning transmitted perfectly
it will echo for the given
you are a legend among your own you know
not only for those idiots down below
you have risen high by a fair few degrees i am told
your beautiful secluded villa awaits you..

your father the admiral would be so proud
now you can lay low for a while in the seychelles
the hollywood biopic has already been penned by the baron
another 27-club martyr you are
the nihilism always so giving..

he roared and roared with laughter
he raised a glass to the immortalising deadened
their gifts never-ending
the great flood of emptiness ever-expanding
as more beckoning sirens weep..

 

August Autumn

 

resting on the leaves the leaves
the leaves around the leaves to fall
playfully hang
in meditation the leaves upside-down upward peer
rustling wonder 
and in rushes a prayer still transmitting..

wispy silhouettes of gently whirling air
her coffee vapour rises to the slowly lowering branches
as she sits with a tome
leaves turn leaves
to paraglide and to rise..

the coffee table is white
in the way melting snow is
the shade of a wordless wish yet to be lost..

she sits by a formica coffee table
she sips the coffee like it is
the nectar in everything and on her lips
the infinite sea of the sipping drops..

she is reading a physical book
like they really did back in the twentieth
she is reading a physical book
and she is real
and the leaves that fall 
to ponder and rustle
to ask
for a duet
for the leaves-in-waiting to breathe..

and an ocean wave of auburn
laps down her left shoulder blade
certain strands glint like threads
threads of the deepest red wine counterpoint
a lime quarry of surface-mined philistine 
an untethered pavement dirigible of used inflated tyres passes by
hunting on tinder for a horny recycling bin
please note in the twenty-first 
this counts as a realised manifestation of empowerment..

i have a book with me
should i ask her to kiss
she would bless the words
though the barista might call the police..

does this sound too much like the intoned narration
of a reflective car window-man in a hopelessly romantic european film
the battered citroen itself a disillusioned marxist..

a film made before the tail end of yesteryear
full of other-worldly colour symbology
okay i will stop here
the twenty-first century has no need for such dreamy dreary nonsense
smoke blown please walk with me..

Time-Bound Alchemists Of The Golden Nothing (Are We There Yet? Yeah, Almost..)

 

would you like to own this bullet point 
this non-fungible token of pressed and compressed parallel air..

purchase segments by installment 
comfortably at your own pace
own this precious mental art space..

then..
flaunt on the blockchain marketpace your inflation-proof investment
integrate your good self with the semblance
and here is the grid reference 
initiate..initiate..

this small rectangle here [        ] for you to colonise
represents this parallel air-art installation frozen malleable
and your hypothicated asset
will be presented to you
wrapped in this limited edition ether gift case..

so please handle this piece of architecture with great care
your composition of many zeros
consider a piece of prime land
bi-located in trans-dimensional nothingness cloud-locked
stay amazed
for every micro dot could be yours to own
the entire bullet point contains ever-splitable subdivisions
subdivisions of the bullet point constellation
ever the drop containing the information ocean
never mind what resides within your very essence
never mind sentience..

so much more
so much more valuable than a piece of ordinary unregulated air
this piece of parallel air forged into a bullet point
this will be your status symbol
this piece of air-art will hold long-lasting cultural relevance
perhaps for a little more than a short while
empty ephemera now more than ever never out of style..

parallel air-art as avatar icon
space-saving asset class of zero-dimensional substance
the days of paper-art will soon be over
paper abused and tarnished by destructive earth-hating painters
you and your bullet point will help fight climate change
trees will no longer be genocided for two-dimensional landscape
perhaps unregulated air should also be regulated
why should air be consumed for free
why should air be consumed for free
now what a market that would be..

to certify authenticity and ownership
each bullet point will have its own unique identifier
use proudly as your sigil as your banner
no need to be ironic
upload to your art-wallet
please note the expiry date
on request we can send you the fine print..

also coming soon
own your allotted central bank digital currency
you will hold the keys to your allowance
for as long as every facet of your good self remains super-aligned
only then your given parallel airy currency hypothecated
will not be erased or reconsigned
otherwise all will be fine
all will be fine..

and to help combat fraud
we will monitor every purchase you make
you will agree that cash must be criminalised
and all your habits and communications notarised
for you have nothing to hide
you have nothing to hide..

and to further encourage cbdc-uptake
you will be rewarded
with a cbdc-positive tick-mark
we have selected you as a lead-pioneer
you will be gifted ten-million benign bot-followers
these hypothecated humans monetise
as they like subscribe and share and sign-up the npcs..

and to further imbed and imbue a sense of cbdc-belonging
active smart citizens will be uplifted with higher scores
and as you are appointed a primary influencer
an enlightened and enlightening emissary
a flashing magnetising nodal point tantaliser
you will enjoy a more flexible spend-time allowance
and you will be able to fire some people
and if you feel an ache or emptiness inside
these are only teething pains and they should soon subside..

so do not wish away your privileges
you should twice-daily monitor your citizen credit score
remember tomorrow will not be like the bad old days of cash
where transactions like highwaymen wore masks..

to spend your cbdc 
you will only need to flash the reader your iris
as was uncannily predicted in old science fiction films
your iris is ours
your iris is ours neural-lattice-trademarked and protected..

so stay tuned
for very soon your cbdc will charge to the rescue
to defeat the fiercest crises predicted by boomeranging nostradamuses..

we have the injectables
a technology hacked blackout
more scarcity more blockades more broken supply chains
and a war the war
triggering an unfortunate and utterly unpredictable series of events..

here shall breathe dragons of monumentous epoch-changing circumstance
demanding imaginative and daring solutions
for immediate implementation
the debate can happen later..

never worry for we are on it
can you not already see our handiwork around you
the engineered divisions the misdirections
the soul-destroying self-identifications
the medications
the neurosis
the intention..

another upside
a currency crash will save our world
and our banks
and cbdc will usher in a new earth
all our players are locked-and-loaded
so all that you see playing out before you now
merely the theatre generating all the reasons
to offer you our selfless gifts to be deemed essential..

a wink
always a wink
your signature
and here is your expiry
this can be revised and changed by us at any time..

from now think of yourself as a precious piece of biometric data
lashed to a digital representation of you
you will be preserved even after deletion
your good self cloned for immortality
your iris are all mine to paraphrase the line
for a designated time
and for all time
we can match you with any crime
many have already given away their dna
those ancestral databases entice better than we expected
yeah turns out i am related to cleopatra and a manchurian dentist
at least i know who i am now..

you will always be treasured as our collectable asset
as unique as non-fungible art
as fresh as a bullet point
a bullet point with a flexible expiry date..

we have a sense of urgency for we are time-bound
do not fret about this
it is quite profound
it is way above your pay grade
this war being partly metaphysical
we are called soulless but in fact we are very mystical..

so not long now
before your central bank digital currency saves you
block and chain
get ready for the new now
we are wizards
we are wizards
alchemists of this turning
alchemists of the golden nothing
first a little more trauma must be tapped and released
we will feed on those sweets
as we resolutely respond to the cries for the treatment
then everyone will be initiated
spirit annhialating spirit and to deadline
then out will be carved a remarkable new time..