Reality Is So Real I Confuse It For This Dream

reality is so real
i confuse it for this dream..

holding holding holding the ice cube
yet no burn on my hand
my watch with regular hands
the seconds tick tick
this way and that way
up and down to timeslips..
and i always find a way to explain everything..

and when things that should never change change..
always explicable and reducible
the strange returns to the safe and mundane
to its rightful sensible place and state
only the admissible is acceptable
no hassle..

as when my reflection in the mirror
blinks one second too late
i put it down to simple misperception at play
always though always..

synchronicities
oh really..
they are only ever mere coincidences..
meaningless and unmysterious..
no doubt jungians and
a few physicists and mystics would disagree
but they need to fumble for reasons for every little thing
translation
as our music beat streams metronomic
the dream-fluid trips our senses..

and yes there have been a couple of times i fell
fell completely through the accidental wall..
a couple of times
where maps and situations were replaced
then replaced back to their original 
so i thought..oh what nonsense is that
i must have..
..i..
must have..  
             dreamt it
the dreamer a fever dream
the dreamer a fever dream..

a coffee
..need to wake up..
a coffee will help persuade me..
unload overthink..
                            random events
events that are random are only ever only things
gross things
like when rain falls only in one very small spot
a puddle gush from the clear blue sky showerhead
weather can be strange that way..

and then there were those other times
simple misremembering
occams razor
every single time..
occams razor..

like when one evening a man passed by
i saw him race up the still escalator and then outside
but when i turned round he was stood right there
he was right in front of me
i surmised and correctly..
       must be twins..
almost the same place at the same time
twins travelling different directions
rationality is a wonderful thing...

other vivid memories that occurred never occurred
a little unexplainable..
though logically speaking means nothing..

stuff just happens..
stuff happens all the time..
                              just happens..
those strange moments of charged silence flood the imagination
the imagination is an astonishingly powerful thing
and for whatever reason we feel the need to suffuse
suffuse so-called moments with pregnant-with-triplets meaning..

one time..
and others were with me there
and we said
oh now how weird..
                 how weird was that
and then..

and then..
we all just went about our day
because reality does not roll the deeper way
we called the episode a funny anomaly
we decided never to mention it ever again
why would we
we have work to do
and bills to pay
and bombs are always falling..

so..
a loitering star disappeared above us
switched off its strobing spot-lamp
the loitering star vanished
vanished to the beam blasted from a black helicopter
moon rays
only moon rays
our eyes as wide as plates
must be something..
yes must be something..
                                       we ate..
nerve-shredded delirium/ undercooked rice baby..

and when i sleep..
and deep inside roars the rare light whisper 
an invisible brush melts and mists over me
i tell myself
so tired i must be so tired
so..
    must be time to wake up..

reality is so real
i confuse it for this dream..
you would think by now i should have understood..

TL;DR Haiku

 

spring - uh whatever
syllables - blah blah and blah
more syllables - blah..

Flame Violet Moonbeams Suntangled

 

gaze the outer-within
screen for dreams
reveal reveal reangle the auric field
flickering to violet deep
the flowing darkness might awaken the flame
your inner eye ignites rem-breath
rem-breath moonbeams suntangled harnessed...

mind-out/ mind-in
inhale the ever-awakening river of connection
scenes and vistas sense your stillness
soul spirit presence
symbols sentinel stream impressions
and messages via subtle senses received higher sent..
..../ ..... ..

and with good intent
the reflective muse
wondrous audience and divine instrument
sympathetically hums awareness
bares the wiser witness..
……../ ….. ..

 

Stonk Senryu

 
3-dementia chess
epstein fury - stone age man
bone spurs great uhhgain..

Simplicious the Thinker artcle:
https://substack.com/@simplicius76/p-193439196

Descend/Ascend

 
the light tracks light through
sempiternal
all flow and lo..
what higher now
the river of light-you trace..

stars and staircases
           switchbacks
                   what are mirages
the twilight draw of arrows
vibration the motion and teardrop
the spiral line bladed silvered so polished
and how..

night reborn dawn..
re-imagine..
           back at the edge..
                  amnesia ....the threshold..

amnesia
the amnesia..
the swoon of the almost infinite speck
lost in timelessness..
the timeline collapse..

to remember ~ not
the how to be vertical..

lowered...
each to reach higher..
gravity-divers slipstream deliverance wished
the lost pearl quintessence grasps..

fragments..
        fragments..
once beheld dreamt
hailed
the mirror in slivers interfuse..
crystal-threaded airborne
races up to the heavens or..

the ever-returning swallow shadows
each time as almost the first
sealed just so in another special wet-suit
dive to soar to soar or dive
perhaps this time..
is perhaps this time..
                                  quiet
                    realise the pearl inside..

                                                                                   ended..
                                ascend                                      c
                       ascend                                             s
a                                                                            a
  s                                                                         /
   c                                                                       /
     end.                                                             ..   

That Clean Dentist Feeling

 

clean dentist feeling
clean dentist thinking
clean dentist sleeping
clean dentist wakes up again
clean dentist feeling he wants more of your money
clean dentist races his fat audi to the surgery..

clean dentist charges you
a ransom drilling for a filling
you lie down
he gives you pain
then you pay him
masochism for sadists
okay so let us just say it like this..
                                   it. is. complicated..

that clean dentist feeling very happy
and now you have that clean dentist feeling..
his hate for you
so now you hate yourself a little too..

that clean dentist feeling utter contempt for you
drilling your cavity
my cavity my cavity
no easier way to grift wailing cats
than to spatula-spelunker cavities..

that clean dentist feeling..
so dirty
he knows he will drill you again in six months
rinse and repeat
notice how he never fails to politely remind you to ask for it
notice too that you feel bad and irresponsible if you ignore him..

21st-Century Lifeguard

 
surf..
as..
you are surfed..

observe..
my flow-state splendours..

this narrative machine disguised as a landscape
surveillable interoperable air
most precipient
recursive regenerative..
revises your reflection
observe my ineradicable infinitude
off your reflection
i am your 21st-century lifeguard..

as oceans..
the thickest scarlet
scrawled in swirls aswirl
applaud
this is my ripped away sunrise
the dark waterfall emanation
lava leviathans
spirit downwardly so high..

breaker of dawn
dawn breaks down
slayer of the stars
destroyer of all luminaries
i am your 21st-century lifeguard..

no need to raise your eyes
no need to peer beyond the given boundaries
no need to heed certain inside whispers..

love and regenerate here
aquaplane ineluctable
our grinding tectonics
stupefy ever so smoothly
crash and crumble
reset..reset..reset for long..

roaring roaring..
toward our engineered eschaton
my name..my lovely
now repeat after me
is 21st-century lifeguard..

the liquefaction..
to be under ~ to be on..
to be..
i am this 21st century..

there there..
let me help you..
skinny dip under my hood
where once you had features
here is foam for a sway-spun face
have a little struggle
absence off your eyes gathers either way..

the quicksand sharpens quicksand
steel
drown..
           this is your land..
horizon..
shapes dissolve shapen
no footprints..

burn..
and immerse deeper
ever deeper deeper..

i am watching always watching
i partake in all the deep-dived scenes
I am your master of ceremonies
i am your 21st century..

i always have enough time
i value only the slightest life signs..

this panorama tires you
let go all the many worlds ago
although not completely
feed me light with your fight/ flight energy
i am always early..

you can be my kind of hero..
i will help you turn and turn faster..
turn your bewilderment to numbness
assent
i am your 21st-century lifeguard
come hither
aid me..

Homage To Holes

 

i collect mp3 hole rarities
and i also collect rare mp3 holes
mp3 holes are my favourite though
collecting mp3 holes being all the rage right now
and for some reason this fact really upsets me
collecting such holes is no longer considered niche
neither is it niche to collect niche hole collectors..

i was once collected by a niche hole collector collector
she knew that i am the number one collector of post-rock holes
but i was sprung from captivity
by a crack team of mystic guitar-playing hobbits
they play guitar with violin bows via echo chambers
the only way guitars should be played imho
especially by serious guitar-hobbyist hobbits..

as a side note
i sometimes play my post-rock holes with my tennis racket
this i plug into my fridge
pretend it is a marshall amplifier..

trust me
i cannot even express with proper poetic words
the amazing sounds received playing a fridge with a violin bow
on a tennis racket through post-rock holes..

i love collecting cd holes too..
i started collecting cd holes when i was a university student
and now i buy cd holes from vendors on the light web
bought mainly with bitcoin for hard fiat
hard fiats are great decoy vehicles..

especially following the government crackdown on holes
cd hole dealers and buyers always use hard fiat
because cd holes can easily bounce off soft-roofed fiats
and you try and locate a lost cd hole in the street
trust me it is more than difficult
this is why cd holes are surgically stashed
stashed inside vacuum-reinforced glove compartments..

be careful though..
i have been burned a few times myself
granted some cd holes look genuine enough
but they are actually fake
so many people are unable to tell the difference
as so many lack critical hole expertise and discernment..

gentle reader
let me underline this for you
this is so important
just because a cd is real
does not mean its hole is
and conversely
just because an mp3 is fake
does not mean you are real..

i recall one time when a fake mp3 hole
told me i am not real
i just laughed in its non-existent face
i never heard from myself ever again..

and unlike in the hollywood films
prospective mp3 hole buyers
cannot test the purity by a simple lick of a mirror
and why would you use an mp3 hole to test a mirror
a fake mirror could easily contaminate a genuine hole
seems like common sense to me
how about you..

also..
you cannot test whether a cd hole is real
by consulting a genuine mp3 hole
as the two holes are dimensionally different from one another..

it would be like testing if hard fiat airbags are real
by crashing your fiat into your bitcoin blockchain hard wallet
i hope this makes sense only should it not..

as for vinyl holes..
the rub and scent of vinyl holes makes me sneeze
an unfortunate side effect of hay fever
and sneezing on a vinyl hole can cause it to warp and fray
and you could accidentally fall through it
and crash into another universe
and no airbag will help you with that
and not even an airbag of a really mean and street-tough fiat
so for me collecting vinyl holes is a little extreme
although i admire vinyl hole collectors immensely
a stalwart breed..

they love being spun spinning round holes
no hard holds barred holes
enamoured hammered with the music of holes
their homage to holes is truly wholesome..

and to be fair
gate-fold double vinyl holes
will never lose their value
one of my friends lovingly stores her prog metal vinyl holes
in the freezer
and when she thaws out the holes for picnics
she has to be careful not to cut her dainty fingers..

frozen vinyl holes can develop quantum stalactite/ stalagmite edges
one sniff or rub of such a hole
and you might fall into a complex concept album cave network
complete with jazz odyssey canyons
where subterranean monks chant epic fantasy lyrics
not that there is anything wrong with any of that
in fact an avid anti-matter spelunker neighbour
sold me a fabulous bootleg box set of it
ten full holes complete with undersea river air covers..

Invisible Portals So Fixedly We Gaze

 
choo choo and choo..

on london trains..
never must we eye
other sets of seated/ standing eyes..

your eyes on my eyes on your eyes..
on any london train..

in fact
syncing eyes with almost any fellow commuter
is the worst thing anyone could possibly do
it might be construed deeply intrusive
an astonishing invasion of personal space
so even the gentlest graze of a glance
might slam open the directed face
rating a serious violation..
choo choo and torrid choo..

i wonder..
should we all go cross-eyed
make intimate visual contact only with ourselves
would that be a workable compromise
a considerate corrective
the cross-eyed collective as self-transfixed mystics..

dead air conditioner
hums its cool dust-powdered onyx rays
woooahoooh..ooooowh..eeeerrrrhh..
walk-through capsules for swaying sentinels
undertow-trundle the serpentine..

and a few mouths..
eagerly seem to respond to ear-talking-hands
glowing auditory pareidolia
other mouths vape battered chicken wings
revolving machine teeth munch guillotined
chemical vat-flesh fried wet
seed oil slick soggy-crisp
yummy..

imagine this..
if we all sat on the roof of the train
especially during spring or summer days
might we allow ourselves eye contact
just before we all get electrocuted..

though risk averse
we could let our guard down just this one time
warmly smile at one another
for collective impending death
though in some ways bad
could be utilised as a fantastic icebreaker..

i might say to you
ah..it looks like we are all about to get frazzled..
and you might nod with a friendly smile and reply
..well it is a lovely day for it..
we might even momentarily
connect with wrinkled eyes
the sweetest hello goodbye
and in the field of human nature
our faith will be somewhat restored
poignantly oscillating between two points alighting..