The Haiku Song

the act of searching
the seeker marks  the absence
vultures discover..

the seeker travels
over here there everywhere
yearning and hurting..

the seeker breathes in
out and in and uncovers
the never missing..

the divine within
the creator in action
the connection..

the seeker lets go
learns to trust in the process
miracles appear..

Abattoir Aid

in a particular bomb-bronzed area
one we need not mention by name
within the territory without a country
not so anciently slain..

the unfettered policy
     exile and abandon them
           condemn and contain them
                   dehumanise and slay them
                           disease and distress them
                                        burn and starve them..

and then..and then..
then sponsor and direct the repurposed aid-giving
via so-called emergency aid centres
absolutely nothing shady to see here
nothing in all its grotesque verdant splendour..

the garish-coloured presence
the helping fist camouflaged in the velvet of high-viz
the bleeding hearts replaced
safely decapitated
summarily despatched for pleasure
at leisure
amounting to a zero
a zero less than a decaying world full of uh whatever..

powdered soup
stale bread loaves
and melting water bottles
all the music..
corral waves of desperate and beleaguered easy targets deceived..

the benighted
emaciated dehydrated and ragged
swarm under the punishing pummelling swelter
raised waving hands of crushed bodies wilt
outside these emergency aid centres
a few freebies are lazily flung at them
like they do at corporate entertainment events
good for the teevee
drip-drip compassion-smoothies for the soon-to-be attrited
redacted at warp speed..

to the screams
ratatat shots ring out and echo and reverberate
as video-game marksmen shoot them down
fish slain in an imploding barrel
the shocked and bleeding collapse and concertina
carrion with nowhere to go
marooned within their open prison bestrewn with skeleton bones
ratatatatat..ratatatat..

hunger games
without a hint of the sexy
abattoir aid
prophecy-made
the déjà vu of stacked deception the recursive ritual
binoculars blinded deckchairs included..

and by dozens each and every day
the starving numbers lessen
by dozens a day
efficient
cost effective
no body bags required
the dead here often dress super-casual..

abattoir aid
long-life bullets etched with the unnamed
as they pass the finishing line of their use-by date
unannounced..

and the collective kiss of fate
will only count as a sliver of a statistical point of data
anyone melts into everyone
a whole one of  minus no-one
since many decades long gone
abattoir aid..

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Insect Heretics Of Dune Eurovision

 

annhialation strikethrough
extermination strikethrough
redefine re-frame
revalue and redeem
so let us call all this
all this necessary unpleasantness
let us call all this..hark..de-escalation
honourable compelling sustainable
and let us call this..all this..
a new kind of ceasefire
the only kind in all honesty..

the levelled playing field
the de-escalation tamed
perhaps a little ochre-tinted
the scarlet wine flows brightly
on our terms so yours also..dear staunch allies
and here we will remain..

witness prime land revived virgin
where gleaming glass cities shall spiral
the potency of our vision on full display
and at long last
finally and fully realised
uninhibited..
since forever we follow our signs..

white phosphorous eyes
alchemise
marbled melt fossilise
flattened and vanish
glory to our brave bulldozer riders..
..all to bring
and very soon
the magic of sacrifices
revised maps with realistic new boundaries
fruition..

and all of you
all our dear friends and free-world leaders
are cordially invited..
to alight upon the shabby-chic-as-new
as green as the greenest bamboo
beach-front duplexes with infinity pools
all of this and more eagerly await you all..

..enabled with munitions you kindly donate
the best things in our lives
so free
so generously gifted by your very good countries
sincerely thank you
and thank you all so sincerely
you know who you are
thank you all so..
you will be rewarded in this world..

and we know that you know
that even their olive groves
are potential olive groves of terror
not for long though
gloves off for sustainable peace
the dreamy new peaceful settlements
will flourish there
and there and there..
lovely oranges..

many settlements have already matured and grown
thriving on land long rescued reclaimed locked-in
many decades ago..

propulsive hovering spiders
neutralise densely-infested cinder block creatures
those ragged slivering lurers
we spray-cleanse
we ignite
and all the feral phantoms
tumble inside-out
somersault from thickly smoking toppled tower blocks
we turn their day into one long night
one long night
all to prepare and pave the way
ceremonies and ceremonies more
including our wonderful eurovision
why not
more..more..

yes and yes..
their olive trees had to be removed and uprooted
an unobtrusive clear line of sight provides
a.i. smart drone swarms..
..seem almost sentient almost alive
programmed to autonomously target and decide
and bye-bye cold-blooded heat forms
cleared
organs removed
no autopsies ever required..

a history lesson..
already many..
very many peasants abandoned their fanatical farmsteads
they fled leaving behind their pathetic belongings
only soiled mattresses carried atop ramshackle taxis
with a few bin bags filled with nostalgic detritus..

look..
the so-called annexed..
voluntarily displaced themselves
they had a choice
they could long ago have gone somewhere..
somewhere..else..
like their ancestors of previous decades..
..strolled away with a light suitcase
after a little gentle prodding and encouragement..
so..

instead now they breed and churn
churn and spit out spiteful venomous infants
insects worms
enemies against our presence
including the ones born covertly in canvas tents
yes and this is why we call this policy
calibrated pre-emptive self-defence..

look at their pregnant mothers
what kind of incubators are these
the question clearly answers itself
their militant midwives harbour foetus-shields
foetus-shields of grievance and terror..

and so you can see why
why we must..
though a little sadly
honestly gladly decommission the breeders
and the incubated..

moving on..
sanitation plants..
okay listen..
their sanitation plants
are factually speaking
sanitation plants hydrating fighters
water pipelines
                          tunnels
                                      bad
we need to neutralise all the threat vectors..
woke liberals do you now understand
oh okay good..very good
very glad to help you finally see sense
quite frankly some of you need psychiatric help..

finally dear friends
you must not empathise
with these nixed do-gooding medical monsters
their cells of fake emergency responders
and their even more militant food-aid convoys
supplying so-called distribution centres
distribution centres
slap-bang in what we announced yesterday
are designated combat zones
come on now
what a place to locate them
they should have known..

many thanks too for the bunker-buster missiles
we know how much you enjoy
participating in clearing out their refugee camps
and discreet-veiling
all similar non-televised events
including unaliving journalists
and deploying other novel euphemisms
and tiny back-page eulogies
for the promotion of lobby optics
it all helps
it all helps..

and then and only then
and only if left to ourselves in peace
and only after
we clear away the rubble
we evict the rag-tag squatters
we will cleanse-cremate the emaciated
with the rest relocated to our chosen destination
only then might we even consider negotiation
and frankly perhaps not even then..
we have never apologised for being perfectionists..

thank you dear civilised world
you all stand firmly alongside us
ours to remain
organised shoulder to elbow..

on with the de-escalation
on with the show of arms
the sustainable kind of de-escalation
a new kind of ceasefire
evolution
evolution is ours
always ours..

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..