Bomb You Back Better

 
gigadeath-upgrade desensitise
the discordant bells voodoo chime
veiled chiefs pummel the precipice
the ultimate white-out fantasy entices
ignition..
their wish..

walls melt a tumbling mud flood
drop-ship suns dish balmiest night
shelled heads lit liminal fluoresce ignite
echoing screams fuse with melted headsets
spill out themselves scrambled
like exploding brain matter lava lamps
concussive kabooms kaboom
whipping up consummate lashings of loosh..

flying tree trunks evacuate gardens upturned
the maces of giants lift and levitate like uprooted rockets
then as fireworks cartwheel
beeline careening windshields
bludgeon with pinpoint accuracy
the molten windmilling rushing trunks
profoundly brush seat-belted skulls splattering sledgehammered..

then another shock-wave..
and the pizza delivery guy
pan-bases into roadkill topping
sprays a helmeted frothing crimson rainbowing heatwave
and the benign ketchup-being
in delightful flashing x-rays lays there bone-naked
vacuum-bombed splendid..

war accelerates innovation
more novelty to try..

the moldering reality
given an extreme makeover
a spectacular maximalist gaza
this time for all the useless eaters of earth to enjoy..

not to worry
the a.i. in repose will continue to create vapid art
while uplifted downsized chipped cohorts
will continue to toil like magnetised dogs
more tightly leashed to the pullulating soupy effervescence..

the continuity of change..
evolution steps up a notch
transhuman thought-forms are go
empathic androids will take living-dead for walkies
the dead-dead in the meantime
blasted right down to the singed hair of their silhouettes
might spin away into the luminous void
as their discombobulated angels
dive towards the mirroring moon..

Clear Blur

 
by the flashed-up dark of the switched off sidelamp
i hear the rustling breeze amplify
cars unroll the torn street
beam through the blinds
the oversized shark eyes loom over lit shadows 
and strobe along the ceiling
a still lake moonless upturns
the dark scatters and coalesces..

the brushed away dry leaves patter
lightly scamper along the pavement
my heart beats slow
my ears thrum the coursing seashell flow
one distant firework hisses and bangs
to silence
the beat of nothing the vacuum ripples..

such tones land this nightsky fast awake
hovering just so above the ground
human cryptids flicker around true crime stories mute
and only a few bipedal-friendly floors away
through a door keyhole
a moloch eye expertly trains on bobbing antlers receeding
then to a thud of a firedoor a zed echo slams..

To Earth..

 

he is standing in front of the firing squad
his silhouette waiting
the slow air bleeds silent..

..and he is still standing there
still waiting
while a distance away
the firing squad hide in plain sight
wavering still black flames
aiming him the heat of their collective fixed gaze
at ease..

yes
even now 
he is still here standing and waiting
he leans against the wall
his throat dry and parched
tear ducts drain damp salt..

a glass of water would be nice..

latest update..
as you read this
he is still waiting..

relax..
any second now
any minute now..

For-Those-Who-Have-Ears-To Hear Haiku

 
your intuition
your inner-eye fingertips
at your fingertips..

Such An Easy Way Out

 
they had no idea no idea
why she did it
she took her life
perhaps in the most desperate act of self-preservation
almost instinctive
mercy kill the screaming remnants an emergency evacuation
exposed defenceless to all the invisible raw twisted elements..

she just needed out
the most desperate act of self-preservation primal
she knew they would not
could not understand
she could not share what she went through with anyone
the experiences
the terror
the eternal shame
the utter rejection
the sheer incomprehensible loss
ice and isolation
all the inexpressible..

no i have no idea what she went through
why should i care
it probably was not that bad
she was so selfish
we all have our troubles
did she want a medal..

no..she will have to go through it all over again
she must learn her lessons
she could have asked us for help
i mean what about me
she obviously had no empathy..

yes what was it
what did a wise person once say..
oh yes..
a permanent solution to a temporary problem..
such very wise words..

nothing lasts forever
get over it
she chose the easy way out
nothing lasts forever..

i will still pray for her
i am nice that way
no matter
she will have to do this all over again
she should not be allowed to get away with this..

tough love in the hell realm
get over it
let us pray for selfish folks like her
but only a little bit..

X Might Mark Their G-Spot Soon (Variant Artists 24/25)

 

will old mcdonald get bird flu
i e i e i e
hint
old mcdonald may indeed get bird flu
faltering pandemic treaty
quack quack..

another bus so impossibly soon
same destination
ding ding
could this again be a thing
could stranger things again happen
who knows..

with a nudge-nudge here
and some fabulist fear porn there
engineered clamour for urgent action everywhere
old mcdonald may indeed contract bird flu
well y-not y-not y-not
chirp chirp baah..

kitten flu
loch ness monster flu
saskwatch flu
dodo flu
yeti flu
another variant-of-terror-for-another-booster flu
flying goldfish flu
swimming emu flu
colonic pharaoh flu
killer daffodil flu
big pharma are on it all for you
for you can never be too careful..

will disease-x woo the new wu-flu
umm ahh ohh umm ahh ohh
a come-hither needle here
another lockdown there
another funky pandemic good-to-go everywhere
shepherd the cattle for defcon1 newest new-fear
for the quacks to moo
dog whistle the deep sheep-dipped woo
this time target all the children too
wonder who knew
knock-knock the who..

Molten Cold

 

he bought the propaganda
so now he lurks in a fetid stinking trench
and he requires revenge
because he bought the propaganda
so now he lurks in a fetid stinking trench..

fears incandescent lap and lick
the infinite rage sine wave
hate self-hate press here for here
the thumping arrowhead rotates..

arrived unbidden and poleaxed him
the unvarnished truth the truth
the nods the whispers
the shocking revelations correlated
a consoling hand on his shoulder
yeah i believed all that too..

to the hollow marching drum beat
where suspended disbelief once cheerily swilrled
the lies self-entangling unforgiving confining
caress cold the molten man..

amid mundane conversation and gallows humour 
the attriting 
matter-of-fact shell-shocked grief-stricken
ice floes collide a mountain collapse
frazzled senses lacquer the frying balm..

no..
so should we be here at all..
…so why are we..
oh.

he bought the propaganda
so now he lurks in a fetid stinking trench
and he requires revenge
because he bought the propaganda
so now he lurks a fetid stinking trench..

Election Senryu

 
soon that time again
the uniparty needs you
although they do not..

To The Termination Of The Termites

 
naysayers..
until quite recently naysayers believed
that to annihilate most of the useless eaters
is over-ambitious
a pipe dream
though the proposition delicious
could never be realistically achieved
yet now what do we witness..

only the other day
one such friend said to me
i was wrong
i doubted
but now I can clearly see how this is playing out
a left hook then a right
then an upper-cut
pummelled to soft oblivion
slowly then all at once attriting to cinders
convolved with their tv dinners
all met with hardly any resistance..

well i put my arm around my dear friend and smiled
wait and see what will play out next and next
though you have probably guessed
you will laugh how easy it will be
honestly
even i have been delightedly surprised
by how little push-back there has been
though we give them the heads-up each time
they still have no mind to construe
so that will be for them to rue..

my friend nodded
for it seems to me
they are all so worn out
only passively waiting and even willing their very demise
moths around blown lights
so let us raise our glasses to the final victory
a toast
to the termination of the termites..

Forgive The Forgetful Commentariat

 

how very animated and engaged
the bbc and the rest of the mainstream are..
about the post office inquiry
so very sceptical the talking heads sidebar
about how so many former executives
had their collective memory shredded and deleted and wiped
for none of them seem to recall much of anything
and how loudly the disgusted so courageously opine
that none of this seems remotely believable or right..

and yet
these very same mainstream journalists and satirists
and all the other highly upstanding commentariat elites
none of them have an inkling who green-lit/ enabled/ assisted savile
and his highly protected and sick ocg
kept so very industrious over decades
kept so busy abusing and procuring
countless starry-eyed and vulnerable children
innocents lured to the old bbc hq in shepherds bush
saving children for a certain child-line pipeline
all in the line of duty of course..

for decade after decade after decade
happening right in front of all their forensic eyes
even after he mockingly stated the quiet bit out loud
for more than one time this pied piper piped..

should we give them all the bafta
posthumously he fixed it for..
and to this day
silence to eleven
what are barn doors good for..

so no need for any police raids and arrests
let alone a real comprehensive inquiry
or justice and compensation for the victims
the paedo elites also need to scrape a living
so forgive the forgetful
it was all such a long time ago
have they not got news for you now or ever
antiques sideshow..

oh before i forget
rest in peace jill dando
probably entirely unconnected
not sure why i even mentioned it..

Kali Yuga Egregores And Elephants Are Rockin' The Earth Stadium

 

fine-tune the sunk cost fallacy
cartelize the normalcy bias
gamify the mass-formation psychosis
vilify extract exile the critical thinkers
blinker your inner eye-vision
hide from yourself your inalienable birthright
you of the vast and deep and timeless..

lower your consciousness to the grossly material
love and empathy
relegate to trinkets ornamental
ancient plant-based medicine delete alternative
petrol-based poison no need to only sip
swan-dive off the rockin fellas cornucopia of stings
more phantoms sure to fly
for they never seem to retire
incoming and incoming and incoming
blood-donate and transfuse micro-barbed wire
break your eyes tightly shut for free and permanent hire
blind marmosets for bio-bat soup hellfire
whiteout..

never accept for yourself the time to breathe in
in and out and in..
in and out and in..

or time to calmly and clearly reflect and think
to rationally reason then decide
to observe and consider and select and mindfully affect
to reconnect with your higher self
and to recognise the who and the what of everything you are..

to reach up and climb your silver cord
to be
connect
to stand beside your higher angels
they are you
they see you
your subtler bodies too
gifting you the chance to really see
unaffectedly be everything you..

no
never do any of that
never recognise the chance of you ever being
what are the odds
and yet here you are
seeing..
thou art that..

or
hit the floor
more mottled moth-wing serum for you
more waiter more
more spikes and sheering stings
more dancing masked fake nurses
more honey for delirious killer bees
succumb to all the engineered fear
and so bless all the gilded curses egregore
egregore with steel-capped claws on..

and believe it or do not
the relevant malevolent elephant in the room is still on it
finger lickin latex mittens
the clot thickens
titan pharma profits forever sky-rocket
even while appearing free-falling..

and if all else fails
we can continue to escalate to another world war
third time lucky and all that
to trash the earth for the sinking new atlantis
your good character will rise resurgent
rules-based order international law observance
join the circus
dying fervently for the specious 
well at least certain traditions are upheld for sovereign servants..

so do you still think you are somehow unique
you must disabuse yourself of that idea..
no you are but a mere carbon-based unit-freak
a carbon-based unit now so surplus
you are only a random chance thing
pointless darwinian bling
wherever you are you are nothing..
the zen koan for the twenty-first century..

and kali yuga is king
kali yuga is king
kali yuga is in the stadium
kali yuga is gonna play encore after encore after encore
kali yuga will shred and shred his meanest riffs
shred and shred his meanest riffs
until your very soul daggered bleeds out melted stiff
as conscious as cardboard..

so you want some more
i said do you want some more
hey especially you serfs right at the back
understand what i mean
i mean you do want some more..

Means Meant

 

frankly it was quite disturbing to me..
i could not work out what this date today is
as in what this date means
for although i apprehended that this date means something
definitely means something..

spilling my hip-flask of sun dials
in a time-slipped ship spun this baffled navigator
all relevant instruments temporarily had lost their bearings just so..

the incessant murmuring repeating..
this date
this date definitely means something
something of real significance....

the clunk and clunk serenaded the mulling whispering..
i should know this
and i know i should know this
this should not feel like a cryptic puzzle waiting to be solved..

i reprimanded myself
what is wrong with me
what..

so scraping cogs whirring
i gazed about myself for a clue
so what does this date mean
nothing highlighted in my diary
yet looking down again at the whole page of empty
i recognised this date as..
without sounding overly dramatic
its own thing and present absence almost present..

the drum roll silent to the reveal..
an unsaid
an unsaid so unsaid
and from afar
came the whoosh of feathered time its flighted fluttering spear..

in simpler words
something of a tipped upside-down oh-and-oh
and how that pierced
pierced right through to this
long-gone by the river swept..

did the vanishing vanish itself
an abracadabra of gone..

a gone now meditating
circling out-of-body..

abracadabra
pick a number
any number..