The Smile Sink

I'm a clinical psychologist, 
Specialising in narcissism within hyperspace, 
Where it's all about the first-person narrative: 
Where the photographer is the sitter; 
Where the smirking cat points at their litter.. 

                      and, Flash! 

Gong! 

The preemptive future-proof memory cache:

The show and tell.

But am I here,  

Where my asymmetric self-portraits hatch? 

Is the view only real through the unsleeping lens? 

Is anxiousness the motor of this super-saturated-self? 

Is our interior long and gone chained inside the always-on Panopticon? 

                   The contra-flow confluence - 
Everyone a million points of light. 
Most walk the glass-click-down in stop-gap time, 
Dappled in the shimmering gloom, skin-tight. 
Flex with the nearest vat of wine. 
Yeah, see, I'm looking fine.. 

You could delete that one, though, 
And..that one. 
I'll delete one too if you.. 

Remind me: how the hell am I again? 
How old am I? 
I wonder: how old should I be - here? 

The performer steals themselves for the cage. 
Tag the sage. 
Disconnect to share and engage - 
It's the only way. 
Watch the you-and-them. 
Everyone with earphones on. 
And all the eyes peel down the sounds leaking silence. 

            eat say day date data dated rate 
                     careful addictive sizzle 
                frazzled  

The Smile Sink - 
Don't blink. 
There's a lot to study in the meta of me-think. 
In the liminal smog pools the dawn patrols subject their objects - 
Take the tamarind hit from the gloaming ersatz. 

I'm a clinical psychologist, 
Specialising in narcissism within hyperspace, 
Where the photographer is the sitter. 
You can follow me on Twitter. 

A Benday Dot Haiku Zephyr Adrift Over An Empty Beach During An Eclipse

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Is Now A Good Time?

Is now a good time?

No?
Oh, so,
How about     dot    dot    now?
Or  dot        dot dot       dot
Now?

Well, that's three,
Now.
Any of them any good to go?
Any of them on the moment?

You say you like the second now?
Okay then.
So turn your watch back twenty seconds,
And we can be right there, again,
In that second, now, any second now.
dot dot   
   dot
Let's enjoy the full detail and texture,
Right now.

               in between the raindrops the rainbow hides

Oh, no..no..
Of course I don't mind.
I have time - 
And time..

Ready?
Any second now then..
And..here we go -
In your own time..

dot
          dot

Hmmm,
Yes, you're right,
This particular now feels...thud...so light.
How now I notice how did I never notice it passed me by,
Now I notice it passed me by?

..It's so silvery!

How it drifts, abandoned, by the sky,
Like a falling blue butterfly,
Tossed on the honeycomb stream,
Yet, the deep-sea slopes in dream.

Here now,
You are here, are here,
The feel - so soft and gossamer;
An mmmnness - nothing heavy;
A heavenly lightness deep.

Yes,
This now is a good time,
In between the raindrops, here.

.                .                .

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It's Not Nothing

   
       the fridge hums

the waterfall sighs
      the tea light night trains
               flicker
      the blowfish moon spills her
limpid  
   tipfull
     spoonfuls

    the inevitable sirens cannot
pierce        the
  brushing of
twenty-thousand jazz-leaves
          insinuating waves
                               rushes 
giant bouffant matchsticks

  the lime and darker
black     blue
             gold     shellac

and
     nothing like kindness keeps
              the living

             a celebrity
   on winning
         a second place
                               in....
    smiled
  oh
it's not nothing

so kindness too
                      it's not nothing

Curate Zeitgeist. Stat.

Please help me curate

                        this poem.

Cascade this vertically down the
One-Stop Poetry Solution business continuity call trees.

Let us crowd-source and zone-trickle (our content-rich abundant richness) Serene and Sure,
Even though time-poor.

• Florescent yellow bibs must only be worn by your team leader 
• In the event of a fire, please lick their hands 

Together and steadfast, we can upskill this poem for immaculate read-across multi-platform immersion.
And zen contemplation.

So: poembomb for species-level change.

Nano-curating is the new black.

One quarter of this poem contains 
• 31%---sodiumlite musings (Argonaut)
• 23%   monochrome thought saturates
• 14% LoFi polyglot carbonates
• 8% self preservative (trace)
• 7% transient fad rumination
• 6% pasteurised illumination
• 7% electrolytes of zeitgeist
• 4% organogenesis de noodling
of an adult's RDA



Best before: 15/05/3029

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Waiting to synchronise...

Standby..
 With Caresses
....

Welcome...
 And what would you like to think today?

Spiritualise me.

Ok
 Anything else?

Monetise me. 

Ok

Chill

Neruda murdered by Pinochet?
Would Thatcher have cared anyway?

In a strange irony, this article was published earlier today on the BBC News site. An hour or so ago it was announced that Margaret Thatcher (a close friend of General Pinochet) has died.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-latin-america-22062216

Hundreds And Thousands

A revolver
and open packets - a few thousand pounds
sat restfully around me in the back seat

I asked if I could hold the gun
okay, be careful: it's heavy
it was heavy

The car inflated with sun
I was eight or nine
it was fun

He laughed
then didn't even lock the doors
didn't need to
it was a safe area

I didn't have school that day

Hand on my shoulder
we walked to my door
everything was okay he was a neighbour
his family now big in ice cream

Simon Says

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Tokyo Spring 2013 Haiku

Face-masked of Toyko -
cherry blossoms drip early -
sulphur in snowdrops.

A Snowflake With Your Bullet On It

There's a poem hiding under my fridge,
Like a mouse without a pillow;
Like a fridge magnet within a freezer;
Like Hugo Chavez as his Madame Tussauds lookalike. * 

He stands, the mouth open, the fist in the air,
In full flow,
Below the din of the one-cymbal-clapping Terracotta Army.

Poems usually collide Dumdum with my head -
Hollow-point on the third eye,
Like a vat of mustard accidentally pollinated.

I shall boil some noodles the flavour of elastic bands.
Nothing captures the taste of elastic bands quite like bargain-noodles.

Why are children force-fed sprouts at Christmastime?
It's their parents' sweet revenge,
As the choking cash cows' offspring purge, splurge, sob and vent..

The marbles spin in the liquidiser.
A butterfly's wings wilt, cooked in the marrow of a smog-lined sun.
A California yoga-philistine applies to copyright the design of every snowflake.


* Madame Tussaud's is now the more funky Madame Tussauds.