Sweet Perfumed Lady Of Pleiades (Escape Through Arcturus)

 

my soul racks my mind
as my mind wrecks my soul
and as my spirit flags
and wretchedly wobbles and wildly oscillates
planet earth
this salivating snarling monday of the entire universe
marathon-binges on us always unsated
demolishing then regurgitating all the masticated
over and over and over
perhaps actuating the intoxicated vicious abominable wish
of a maximalist proto-machiavellian demiurge
though who knows
okay thanks for listening
rant over..

 ..sweet perfumed lady of pleiades
and for that outburst please beg my pardon
hypnotise me with your crystal-tipped pendulums
ahem lady-alien yes i am a gentleman
but you make me feel so enervated
i keenly seek out your enlightenment..
and might i venture
that even your hybrid lizard-mantid beings
are not improbably distance-healing vegans
militantly sans eggnog undoubtedly
no need to confirm or deny my intuitive impression..

cosmic deep-thrills seeker
kindly provide me with pertinent answers
or at least point me in the right direction
to the right questions
or would that seem like crib notes-cheating..

ah darling
yes
your journey of discovery
must primarily be searched through self
although it is said
one external portal out is by arcturus
and once passed
you may forever escape
escape your interminably never-ending recursive cycles..

oh and by the bye
why not try astral out-of-body sojourning
you might give that kite a serious fly
though you must only very carefully rise
all the while keeping spiritual hygiene firmly sighted
to protect your subtle bodies and higher mind..

and as an aside
the eyes that glimmer into the deep-inside brilliantly shine
so sublime are the depths of inner-space flight
so climb pilot climb
stay mindful that both in this world and the next
you carefully discern the enticing lights encountered
for one exit may lead to many entrances
and unnecessary detours and dalliances
are not what benevolent and wise orbs have ordered
so best be particular and prepared..

so play your favourite silent playlist
vanquish your ventriloquising  tyrants
and on my sixth moon
glide upon saffron lagoon mist quietude by my side
by my side
ride in my moscovium-powered amethyst balloon chariot
and from there observe at a safe distance
your sun pulsate then strobe and flash
a truly miraculous event your ancient seers spoke of
that presently you materialist neanderthals heartily mock
though not for long
mark my words
not for long
you watch..

there and there
the new realm will rise
the resonating chamber earth
the pure shining sapphire in rebirth
the resplendent rarefied ringing octave
that shall ignite the celebration of all ages
power to the sages
power to the sages
power to the sages..

Only The Leaves

 

trees rustle of a distant sea
rustle of light
the breath of light endless on leaves
and afar waves crash
sand slips through the fingers
the dust splashes spray on cymbals..

blown leaves
whisper like a prayer of a distant sea
seashell breeze canopies open up the mystery
and a metaphysical times-table
a canopy of blown leaves by itself equals..

..only the leaves
or a rolling auming sea of heavenly coastline
am i hearing an otherworldly seashore masquerading
masquerading as soundscape
of lightly levitating branches fluttering leaves..

are our dearly departed ones watchful
as they lounge on the pillowed aether
tenderly watchful
from a pristine beach of the beyond..

a pristine beach of the beyond
that when upwardly gazed upon
gazed upon from these dense air-drenched depths
equals the weight of flesh and bones
holding a feather
a feather suffering a touch of the bends
a touch of the upward spiral..

..my upward gaze
the gently spinning leaves
and a distant sea
hey
please send a postcard
how are you doing up there
and where do you wish us both to be..

Transhuman Doggie Superposition '31

 

2025:

verifying you are human
this may take a few seconds..


2031:

verifying you are not..

confirmed
you are not..

in singularity you are always here
welcome back..

entrance enter entrance..

Shoals

 
shoals of souls
roar radiant light rays
whirl spirited whirls
cascade merge
playfully separate
splendorously outpour..

inmates
as up we stare
bewildered neath closed-open trap doors
glints of whizzing time-outs flicker outside
rushing shards pure as moonlight freckles
caesura notes..

straining
we the attrited puzzle over
over all that is more
stuffed in the head with wise words read
shackled sentient raw
we roll lightly feathered in liminal lead..

while our wretched and hopeful cries
entreat
do the shoals aswirl listen
or even hear our semi-blindfolded arrowed howls
howls from deep
deep within us
to reach their gated celestial all-glowing-dawn ocean
where the sprites so gracefully
so playfully and so impossibly glisten..

Deracine Hyperstition Makeover Streaming..Streaming..

 
unconcerned deracines
unconcerned deracine
crazy-pave-float the vast shopping mall mezzanine
swivel-gaze hypnotised at a motherload of nothing
stop mid-step like a malfunctioning robot
stare bewildered wtf at the numbskull you knocked
vague intent eyeballs scroll zombie murmuration
unconcerned deracines
unconcerned deracine
crazy-pave-float the vast shopping mall mezzanine
train hard for project blue-beam scholarship..

hyperstition occurrences
go-slow atoms power-on
fast-food radiators tractor-beam diabetes
avoid chuggers handbrake aquaplane bounce off shop windows..

spiritualised deracines
spiritualised deracine
offer your confessions
present your offerings
disembodied-on-high streaming..streaming..

the check-out monitor-makeover
all your being..
face-furrows melted nazka lines
disarmed in farmed fluorescence cauterised micro-expressions
bring your own plastic bag
all your being
balaclava your meaning
stay green..

Nonsensical Imagistic Poetic Everythings Are Springing Out From The Lining Of My Stomach, Dear Doctor (Long Paracetamol Blues)

 

nonsensical imagistic poetic everythings
are springing out from the lining of my stomach
shorn iambic lambs shambolic shadow-box my eyebrows
and that is more than a little unfortunate..

a coral shelf of head-strong daffodils spill out my kidneys now
while a pancake belly-jelly-galaxy corkscrews out my ear canals
a matrix of astrological mariachi bands race down my arteries
dancing around me steamy verdant shaggy-dog shamanic decals..

and as you know at the best of times it is difficult
difficult to book an appointment with your doctor
i know mine will only advise me
oh just take a paracetamol..

so not even a smidgen of tender loving care
for a man growing baby giraffes out his hair
not to mention my knees-to-sunspots sympathetically vibrate
my doctor will only shake her head while she sagely states
oh now no need to again exaggerate..

and why and why
as i amble to the shops do people gesticulate and point and stare
is it because they have never seen a man
a man with custard-badger-hands
attempt to nonchalantly stroll to the shops
while swinging custard-hyphen-badger hands
as my sinusoidal-sinus pastries spray the roads and pavements
okay perhaps i understand
perchance this the first time they have witnessed such a thing
even if this is london
how weird..

and i dare not mention
glo-stick panda-fur brambles my shoulders padded elephants
hula-hoop intestine-turnips are not remotely lady-come hither apt
diamond bees buzz my appendix silvery crystal gnomic  texts
now have you heard enough
do you believe i deserve a one-whole-minute consultation yet..

and all this while dandelion jazz concertos expectorate from my liver
stampeding sub-atomic ants stickle my platypus child-bearing feet
honeyed mermen dart players tickle joke-pads to my spleen
dental hamsters with vacuum bagpipes comb panther hair on my teeth
i mean do you have any idea how that feels..

drilled square flanges shower burlesque tango-bell-toes
rolling over chronic albatross-on-toppled-pasta elbow
blooming jungle willowy meer cats ankle bite
while my back asteroided morphs a flying saucer spare tyre troglodyte..

neanderthal-neck-moonbeams medicine-ball me wobblier
killer-doll dolphins eurythmy  blue goth nano-beards on my cholesterol
but still i dare not call my much-pressed doctor
she will only advise and bawl
ah what is the matter with you
just take another paracetamol..

With Love, Young Person, Here Are Some Quality Anthills To Die On

 

look no hands
i am a well-adjusted human
living the life in the hell realm
legal medication offers a much needed helping hand
though unlike a street-bum druggie
i have a certified clinician-blessed repeat prescription
i am a responsible no-nonsense citizen
i have sensible debts and a glimmer of a pension
look no hands
my hands no hands
i am a well-adjusted human
living the life in the hell realm..

i believe we need to give young people clear direction
new anthills to die on
might combat their disaffection
help inspire reconnection
transhumanism has real potential
global-patriotism might be an easy sell
i wonder if an alien invasion might do them well
greys with anal probes incoming..
pardon my french
your planet needs you
then emergency bump-stock nerf guns for everyone
and it could be the bestest 9/11 ever
just never bend over..

misogyny to misandry
militant feminism to incel
nationalism to globalism
i.q-obsessive dickheadism to identarianism
and of course zionism to zionism always does well
come on young person
there are so many fabulous choices out there to try..

materialist physicalism for new atheism
carbon units for self-hatism
influencers for anyshitewhatsoeverism
celebrities for experimental vaccines..ahem..

shrill liberals for more censorship
neo-cons for more imperialism
philistines for art scholarships
elites for the given panels of experts..

young people
think of what we have handed you
previous generations died for spectacular stuff too
there are quality anthills aplenty to die on waiting for you
some traditional some more novel
loyal vegetables are still sent to die for minerals
some trenches are rare and precious
this hellish realm forever fellate
so why not sign up
then greenland and canada and aliens firebomb and liberate..

whatever way
libate your blood
donate your mind
look no hands
my hands no hands
walk my line young person walk my line
and just like me you will be..

look no hands
be a well-adjusted human
live the life in the hell realm..

you only need to almost-believe
and then
one day soon
perhaps even sooner than you might think
you could be like me..

 

 

Get Over Yourself; They Read A Book On It..

 

funnel in tunnel out
invert ears and eyes fold and slide inside-out
normies have little doubt
yeah and yeah they know all about it
they read a book on it
read a book on it they tell you..

drenched in mainstream wisdom
whereon the case rests
mind-kill-chain transplendent
you are so wrong
you are so wrong..

blinded by borrowed blizzardly wisdom fizzing
chants from the normie pavilions
i read a book on it..

gorilla sphincter virtuosity
i read a book on it
me watched a documentary on it
twice
know all about this
so yeah..

gobbledyegook gagging goblins
voracious consumers of their doppelganger
harmonically attuned to mainstream melange
the mirage goop must flow blancmange
eyes shut wide glide inside super-saturated darkness
bats screech love-bites in ear canals
i know all about this
me read a book on it
me watched a documentary on it
twice TWICE
so yeah..

I Am Embarrassment

 

dear doctor dear reader
i have a confession i must share with you..

i often feel embarrassed
very embarrassed
acutely embarrassed
acutely embarrassed when i am on my own
when. i. am. on. my. own.
when there is absolutely no-one else around
absolutely no-one..

and i just feel embarrassed..
i simply become hugely embarrassed
it just takes me over
like hit by a crushing waterfall
i become overcome with embarrassment
an i-am of embarrassment
and for no particular reason
no discernible reason
absolutely none
none..

i just become..
totally embarrassed
completely embarrassed
full-spectrum embarrassed..

sometimes it flows..
the flow of embarrassment
acute flowing embarrassment..

one embarrassment
one embarrassment
one embarrassment
flows into itself
swirls into itself
..enjambment..
embarrassment enjambment..

or is it enjambement
embarrassment enjambement..

how embarrassing..
this so-called poet is not even sure
whether embarrassment enjambment
should be embarrassment enjambement
perhaps americans experience
experience long-embarrassment differently
embarrassment with an extra e
embarrassment enjambemant
because their embarrassment is more outgoing
more tingly
more adventurous
prairie-like
more gun-slingery..

do americans spell enjambment enjambement
does anyone
i do not know
how embarrassing..

also
what should embarrassment actually be for
how is it meant to help
biologically physiologically sociologically
lone embarrassment especially..
..
anyway
in the way some people become enlightened..
i just become embarrassed..
a kundalini explosion of embarrassment overcomes me
my more spiritual relations would be proud..

actually
no they would not
they would be so embarrassed
so embarrassed for me
kundalini embarrassment
oh please sanjay 
no guru can help you with this..

on social media
many times many times
i have watched people claim how they became enlightened
suddenly enlightened
and for no reason
just like that..

never once have i watched a youtuber for example
share their experience of becoming suddenly embarrassed
suddenly embarrassed while on their own
and for absolutely no reason at all
just like that
like bad magic..

experiencing my embarrassment enjambment/enjambement..
typically i assume the advanced embarrassment yoga position
my right hand slowly rises to cover my face
my tightly clenched eyes i raise downwards to the floorboards
then after a fair few seconds i lower my right hand
open my eyes again
apprehensively look around
look around even though i know no-one is there
then i wonder what on earth is wrong with me
then more embarrassment enjamb(e)ment rises all over me again
like a zombie rash of a b-movie horror-flick..

for it is only i that is beside myself
beside myself with embarrassment
an out-of-body embarrassment experience
an i-am of embarrassment
the i am of embarrassment..

try it
really is easy..
at least for me..
how embarrassing..

then i ponder
why on earth did embarrassment flow over me like a tsunami..
and because i realise i have no idea
again i assume the embarrassment-enjambment yoga position..

i have no wish to boast
but sometimes i can do this for hours..

how very embarrassing..
probably something to do with my adulthood..

this is our secret okay
so please do not share this with anyone
otherwise you can guess what will happen to me..

****************

so i have pondered the why
perhaps this is a karmic debt that i must pay
did i mercilessly tease and embarrass people in my previous life
so the almighty said
right you will experience embarrassment
even. when. you. are. on. your. own.
in fact especially when you are on your own
it will just happen
you will experience raging kundalini embarrassment
torrents of it
now be off with you..

how embarrassing..

Oversoul Symphony

 

i slip inside that piece of music
ensconce in the labyrinthine sonic sea
the heart the soul the spirit the mind
utterly losing oneself to find vision divine
resounding melodious near theophany..

and in the rarefying raw
the fashioned airstreams ripple
the pulsing electric currents sympathise
etheric lightning flashes behind sighing eyes..

i slip inside that piece of music
the contemplative expanse so playful so plaintive
the mirroring sun touched by the supposer
how the luminaries reflect on the numinous composer..

i slip inside that piece of music
a refulgent star sparks that teardrop gland
the raging puressence of moonglade angels
the receiver receives wordlessly sends
gloriously recursive transmissions
sunbeams shift light through stained glass..

The Floor Whisperer

the snapped tether
the snapped tether the tether snaps
the galaxy-torn-bloom
the phantom borne
the rippling mass morphs
         annexes the arrested vacuum
                     the emptiness warps and hydrates
          the arid abundance creeps and rises and entwines
                    annoints the coronated black sun..

the tether snaps
the dislocation bifurcates
flames of splintered self just spin off and away
just spin off and away
the splitting spirits polish the serrated void
arrange flowers of crystallised spit along its melting highways..

the liquidised dialogues in absentia
present the whispered conversations with sinking floors
the churn
the lack
the arrhythmic beat of the shocked heart
stop..stop..stop..
                                  i am..i am..

            what of the flashes
     the flashes of light..

load memories
replay imagine replay re-imagine
implode and reload
not again..not again..
yet again..

so the meaning the absence not only lingers
reappears and reappears
the snapped tether reconnects reaffirms re-solders
and again tears away
there darkly the dynamo re-energises
play again..oh no..yes and no..play again..

but the flashes of light
those flashes of light
in the burn in the tenderest supernatural kiss
the re-assemblage..

Dark Neon Senryu

 
blinken to orange
genocide riviera
cleanse for casinos..