Swipe Left, Swipe Right

The screen is your mirror
The mirror entwining with backlit light
..but I do look alright don't I..
Swipe left swipe right
Grin like your NHS dentist
Going private

So spin your bottled grin
Pull in your body temple chin
Try not to scream out the smile
Touch up your image to beautify
Swipe left swipe right
The dating site I Ching never lies

Stranded second-hand man
Sand-bagged woman
Upload the walrus virtual-mate-call
Unchain your very soul trickling down so draining
The self-stalking charisma catwalk

Catalogue and chart all the speed-bump strangers

Blurring together surging melting apart

Fellow stakeholders strike through the heart
No need to talk
This in toto rejection is the silent talking part

Swipe left and left
Swipe left and right
Job pre-interview your face unglued
Woo the hive mind revue through you
The kangaroo court of love's landmined Xanadu

Codify Cupid's clues
Deep fried in collapsed swooning queues
Zero-in to-do rendevous
Loop-the-loop Waterloo
Swipe face blue
Swipe face blue

Dial S for Selfie
Where the machine guns are eyes
Arm the perfumed trench militias visually infanticised
Now crayon vividity
Your product placement profile
Crucify them
Get crucified

Swipe
And just swipe
Amanuensis-pipe your Hollywood script
Be a time traveller resending past timeline hits
Buzz saw romanticise truth's treeline to bits

Swipe another left
Swipe another left
Gulp down another carafe of still on the shelf
Hell is another selfie
searching for the self
Hell is another selfie
searching for some selfie else

Log in
Log out
Walk about
Log in
Log out
Run in
Run out

At last
Ding dong
Ding ding dong
It's what you're waiting for
Bang the mojo gong
You know that special someone's waiting
Pacing around outside your door
Heart racing
Oh it's your pizza
It's here
Well I bet this feels like war

And while you contemplate love's cruel lore
Know even vegetarians now mainline
the meat market for the time poor

And as you sluice the last isotopes of untrue Tuscan goo
Speed-drool prime real estate of the human zoo tattoo
Some sultry
Some elusive
Some forlorn
Some bemused
Some sporting stoned cheesy grins
Some clutch skiis by the pyramids
Some point to themselves an it's me
this me it's me
So is it time again to order more fast Tuscan MSG

Others stoked
As horny as goats
Some shoving their tongue down their lense's throat
They need your phone vote
For their fantasy porn panto
Introductions served with a light salad
At a delightful dungeon restaurant tomorrow
Will that be a no-show

Swipe left left
Swipe left right
So what's your status of like
Imagineer your algorithmic fate
Is it hexed
What will you say next
What films will you claim you best
Where do you see yourself in a year's time
What's your greatest weakness
apart from drinking too much wine
What skills do you bring to this plate of pine nut pasta
Is victory now when your date is not a complete disaster
When Amour's Titanic hits only icebergs of falling plaster

Swipe left and sigh
Swipe right it's okay you can cry
Wipe out another dating night
Do you realise
As your head was down
You walked past this possible love of your life
How wistfully they gazed
As your downturned face
glazed at the gorilla glass maze
Be amazed they aren't on a dating site
And be yet more amazed they might be right
Their stars and yours do align
Yet alas never now to be in the same cute timeline

Yet unusually
Dating sites always covet the loves of their life
Because we will click them today
And probably
                    tomorrow night
Swiping away left
Swiping away right
Cuddles for our dating apps and sites
Together how we look so nice
So made for each other
It must be fate right

Pyramid App

Tony Blair
AKA a former playgirl mate of Islamic State
Do you recall
For a while
He thought their God great
Back in the day
Before she was reassigned..

Isis
Anciently
Egyptian goddess of magic and fertility
Sent to dispatch AQ's macho hegemony
After AQ post 2006
Strangely lost touch with their
softer child-bearing sensibilities..

Paradise sprayed and diced
Isis splayed and spliced
Units shape-shift
The engineered dream futurism
Wherein slides a more limber ghost rider
For a more nihilist and franchised Antichrist..

Isis
Never named so called Isis
Always only Isis
The derivation quite precise
Isis before crisis
Very compass/square concise
Nice

All not told
The intelligence allegedly faulty
Now thrice
So old
And Tony welcomes any inquiry
Cut a price
Reset the precept
Then reanimate
The West's pyramid app device

So which Mother Earth goddess will be cross-dressed next time
Mayan Indian Celtic Gnostic
Orionic
To lead the next wave deliverance
of Saudi Salafi outreach misogynists

Overwrite
Rewrite
Reunite
Underwrite
Trans underwear
Reignite
Expedite
Then smite
Never sparing an inch of cordite
The new newest improvedist Isis
Now distinctly with Baal irides

Don't doubt the meteorite strike shall pillion ride
Feedback loop Sacrifice
With more devastation
Reaping lives
Landfill for bonfires

The Vast Asterism Dawn

Yet close
Yet not
Nursing only the mirage
Threading through the veiled horizon

Or release
The lifting
The reveal
A beauty insane

The first spark
Igniting the internal jet ruby
Imparting the call answer
Sweeping up all my nights' rivers
Washing away stones carelessly thrown
Rivulets melt time frozen reshowing

let go let go

Drops
Drops flung
The infinite ocean a drop
One drop oceans
No embrace
To leave not a trace
Not one trace
Talk about tough love

Somewhere in this
I glimpse
Between despair and revelation
The present
The beyond
The vast asterism dawn
Where the zero
Is something different

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The World's First Hypertext

Poetry
The hypertext of the soul
The before and after of rock and roll
Lines of diamond sculpt the snow
A crystal show kaleidoscope

Drafted by decoders inked with light
Their burning eyes sift the night
In dreaming true allotments grow
Such orchids shape in moon shadow

Poetry
The hypertext of the soul
The enfolding aurora manifold
What forces shape the mind's binary star
The butterfly

Capital Flight Landlords Of The World Unite

capital flight landlords of the world unite
new glass satanic mills' trinkets delight
ten thousand dimpled points of dimmer-switch-to-let light
stacked hot knives of smoked steel shaft the shamble of sky
the economic locusts dropship honey umbrellas
gold meteors swarm
foundational craters pre-load
cash cows shall crow and keep mum sold

capital flight landlords of the world unite
even before the next cold war turns hot
it's lift-off 
you'll yield a thousand percent on the dotted line
these sparkles of alchemy
in the refugees' star-crossed night all shine

so the builders stack them high
melting like clockwork drip dead on site sometimes
only say maybe to contracted life
the soccer stalwarts of qatar
have got that s.o.p goal down tight

capital flight landlords of the world don't flee
virtually visit your space station
like tim peake's chroma keying thingy
allegedly
enjoy the 3d tour projected on the square blue show
a glass of wine a supermodel
cream in your ice cone
your bouncey castle fireproof is underwritten by nero

for where chaos resides there's the short side
the flip of the share slide
so you know you can let it all ride
all permutations shall ignite your points of light
one illuminati to another should bend the will of time all right
and make it walk your zig zag line

ignore the affluenza alienation
hold on to the wood-fired gentrification
a tureen of organic mushy pea squash for a small ransom
your toilet roll makes platinum
even your pet skunks smell handsome

the security guards
cleaners
receptionists
and chefs
shall have a temporary pass issued
to allow themselves in
but only via the discreet side door
by the wheelie bins

for every palace shall have
an entrance for the queens and kings
and another for those they suffer to serve them gated
and they must utilise the goods' lift sated

True Poets Shut Up And Sing

so dismal
didactic serial interviewee poets
flea celebrities
endlessly drool publicly over their verse
they bid you welcome
these belly gazing curators
kicking and screaming you into their
hairy schmoozer purse string universe
oh my goodness

cursed exhibitionist mercenaries
unsparing their hive mind of me
like shark-eyed self-genuflecting bullet point donkeys
powerpoint munchkins
'tis mental masturbation surely
absurd really
and so beneath the elusive muse moose divinity
and what's more
Defeats Poetry

never trust such vain doppelgangers dismal
for Poetry is
dear true poets here's the thing
simply shut up and sing
your poetry being is being
being in that poem thing
for poetry becomes its meaning true
somewhere between the attuned transmission receiver
the within now between now living outside you

thus shun the Brigade MeMeMe
the starstruck solipsists spoking
the lighted streams of the midnight industry
spooking the silent vessel scribes of the raw true weave
toiling beneath the earthshine
gazing out of cars
some thrown out of bedrooms
others propping up bars
you know who you are
and even if you don't
all the better

poet be
free that poem go
you be gone
evaporate like mist
for the membrane of your breath is the poem's air
not the ego's fist
only the deafening nowhere trills the philistine whores
damned besotted slam-dunked on their own reflection
surfing the dappled quick sand of self deception
where the poet becomes the venal product sold
in the me myself and i mold

through the verse flute gift your brimming muse truth
it works it works somehow
and you the poet take care
stay invisible
if you dare
shut up and sing
along the interpretation alley Poetry lives

your poetry fired aloft to float away
the snowflake spiral
flits etheric a voice
the mystic geometry of your fractal words
now lifted away on their magic carpet ride
salute that choice

The Quantum Paradox

this inner voice wrapped outside of sound
resounds the lowest hum
the outflowing rush encases the night 
is this vibration Love?

this inner voice outside the rational
  limpid consciousness entwines
  yet the darkness owns time?

to hold the source of that flash 
 fill with your hands the ocean
  the eternal truth might last a drop 
 one life the grain the precious grain

so what of injustice
  of grief and trauma
  of loss 
 none of this illusion 
 spare the suffering the empathy of preachers
  the stars extinguish in tears 
 and vibrate broken wishes saved by children..

You Say Oprah

She asked me if I like opera,
I replied, I prefer post rock ambient electronica.
No! she shrieked, I mean Op-rah, not opera!
You know, the world's biggest celebrity of America?
Op-rah who? I enquired
Oprah who? OPRAH! OPRAH Winfrey?!
Oh. Pee. Arrhh. Ehh. Aitch. Oprah!
Wow, you really think
when people say Oprah, they actually mean..op-e-ra?
Well, it was nice meeting you..
So umm..I must be going..
She waved her arm around the mezzanine lounge,
Taking in the other waiting omega male dating clowns.

I nodded,
Her eyes scored me nought,
The bartender offered me a vodka,
And a double-take thought:
That has to be the speediest speed-date thumbs down
I've ever seen in this town,
Well at least she will remember you now.

Seconds out,
And it was time to meet another speed datee;
I asked her if she likes Oprah,
She said she did and asked the same of me,
Oh, I said (smarter now) I prefer re-runs of Gerry Springer.
She jumped off the bar stool - another pull of the trigger,
And the bartender poured me a triple..

Safety Deposit Boxes In The Sky

safety deposit boxes in the sky
must i
safety deposit boxes in the sky
wish i could live the life in a safety deposit box in the sky
a capital flight commodity
a ghost of spaceships float satellite moscows and beijings
qatar to our city rich kids
wall to ceiling ceilings hang ceiling to ceiling floors
i shall set my controls for the heart of this rabbit hole
the dead cat bounce on the rock and roll
yeah i'm sold..

The Aliens' Roswell Conspiracy Theory Is Better Than Yours

Some aliens believe that the so-called Roswell crash
was fake.
So fake!
Fake, because, for one, their flying saucers are not capable of crashing,
and for two, because there is no intelligent life on earth!
Or even stupid life,
Or even really really stupid life,
Although some disagree,
And say that a little really really dreary stupid life might exist there.
But please don't quote me on that,
As I heard all this while having an out-of-body experience,
Like you do.
I had no poems to write that lunch break.

And as I floated above their planet,
(Actually I was in one of their bars),
I heard the alien conspiracists surmise:
How could our transcendental space cadets be taken by earth's military
when earth has no military?
Have you ever seen a earthling saucer leave orbit? Exactly!
Those rocket things are only photographic anomalies!
How can something shaped like a rocket even fly?
They aren't even round or oblong or triangle!
Sheesh..do I need to go on?
They smoked back another psychedelic octopus chaser,
While checking out the groovy penguin dancers rocking the HoloYacht magic carpets.
Yeah baby!

One alien conspiracist continued,
..so look closely at the so-called Roswell crash images,
Don't they all look so suspiciously staged,
Our military-abduction complex at it again,
Convincing us that intelligent life on that stupid planet exists,
All to steal my and your triffid credits -
All for their non-existent stupid trips.
Listen, none of our dolphins were even in that crashed saucer,
I bet they got plastic surgery and are living the high life in Arcturus;
Our emperor found out so got the laser in one of her two heads,
Front and to the right, front and to the right.
Ozwoz Zarvey was the patsy on the Platinum Hill,
Yet, the Xowzer was fired from the incarnation repository -
Snagg Ruby was their well-connected shill!

Earth: empty, barren, ugly,
With a poisonous atmosphere.
Those photos of pyramids,
Are just weathered rocks and shadows.
Now you tell me, how can anything live in an atmosphere of poisonous nitrogen?
How can any flowers grow without Helium 3, and diamond rain?
Didn't you go to science class Two Brains!?
You've been smoking too many of those drinks my orange haired friend.

What's more, the gravity on earth would flatten life like a pancake.
The oceans are full of weird blue water.
And there's not enough methane.
Now what in the name of our Goddess can live in water?
Not one plasma lake in sight!
And not one place on that godforsaken rock can escape
it's violent blinding moonlight.

Yeah, yeah we've read the reports:
Beings live there who have only one head (one head!) who can talk!
Animals with four legs that horizontally walk. Lol!
Give. Us. A. Break.

And get yourself an education before it's too late.

Wow check out that penguin on the left,
Ain't she gorgeous?
Man how I'd love to have hamsters with her..

Happy New Year!

2016 was ushered in with the most apt and vivid juxtaposition - a firework display right next to a burning high rise building..


Anyway, may I wish you all a safe year ahead, and thank you all again for your continued support.


Take it easy,


Cheers!
Suki