Instagram-style Confessional Poem (with added value entitlement-resentment)

                      

I once blew up a vacuum cleaner with a vegan blancmange

I

ONCE

BLEW UP A

VACUUM cleaner

WITHAVEGANBLANCMANGE

AND I suppose you want to // know how

                                     

                  this terrible incident incident    strange

//?occurred

but really I would rather not talk about 

 ?    it

    ???

Would you find it funny [QUESTIONMARK+_QUESTIONMARK=QUESTIONMARK}

and it only happened one time

and I am hopeful it will not happen happen again

but

you never know do you

and besides

do you do you

it

• is none of your business ###GETREAL

• so why are you encroaching on my safe space

• stop it just stop

it

you are just being rude now

you are the kind of person that murdered someone

4 a BADREASON

a BADREASON is not a GOODREASON

 

GOD I hate you all learn to love you bastards

ANDAND

you have probably never vacuum cleaned a blancmange vegan or other wise so how would you know anyway do you even know what poetry is

• THOUGHT not

  PROVE IT TO ME!!!!

1. Do you even know what a blancmange is ///thought not do you eevn know what a vacuum cleanr is thought not///???
2. 
   
3. AND if you
4. think this
5.                                                                Is the
6. End of this poe
7. M
8. do not kid yourself/ves/elves

NO WAY AM I LETTINGTHISGO

NOT NOW

IF that vegan vacuumcleaner was a small animal chocking to death

 would that be funny

wellWOULD IT<>?????

WOULKD IT??/

WOULKD IT

?

?

~ELVES    

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The Into-None

 

copper tone lamp light flames your skin touched resplendent
awash the brilliancy the lush monochrome
swatch of iris
mist of sunset
twilit isles of crimson twilt
in waves..

yearning the cayenne blush heat/the ceiling swoop
thrumming the taut interlace
dew-drip unity
ascendence sheer
effortlessly woven
the waves..

mapping the placeless
time outside-in
an ocean of the candle-lit drop releases
the zero annihilation
the oneness of two    the into-none..
of the expanse of the dust speck
of the wordless the wordless
that something     a something
so elusive so temporary
this is to be human..

then tomorrow the time yesterday yields
the time yesterday     just and only in time
reminiscences reach to almost grasp
half save half destroy half yesterday..

this is to be human..

Burst In Its Zone

 

through and through
the city night contours gild the darkest filter
the zero gravity scythe swings on a mirror
the lesions twinkle as snowflake shards..

lotus of secrets beneath nightshade
more fallen tears staycation
limpid in amber
in upward flow
roll up to the back of the eyes
as the last vestiges of takeaway oil
reel in tethered
like a vanishing charm on a pendant..

bottle green empties flash their skyful
a dash of fairy lights droop lower over the river
like a trashed pier in its zone
weekend fish drink flatpack bubbles
caught like gifts of a swooping orb..

moonlight strikes the bin liners chrome
scampering urban animals tread on parched needles
a lonesome clubber bellyflops over his headphones
at light speed the astral traveller tilts at his concrete platform
as the bin liners admire their aura silver..

the sheep count the flooding pillows
gamma wave transformers for star signals
burst the city romances the blinded desert..

following in the wake of seagulls
snap-off rainbows back in deep-freeze
monday lanyards of rain..

 

Natural Medicine

 

rain is honey
the toxic wasteland now blooms a fresh meadow with stream
rain is honey
the parched scrub reimagined now abundant wetland again
rain is honey
the scarred flood plain healed replanted with tender saplings
rain is honey
the rested now nutrient-rich fields return sans agrochemicals
rain is honey
and human beings are not a disease
except perhaps to the powers-that-be..

and human beings are not a disease
to be bred out of existence with the darkest therapies
that dirge does not have to remain
and cities can be humane
imagine high-rises as vertiginous forests
and the metropolis a liveable thriving giving organism
pulsing with an energy expansive inventive artful graceful
synergetic empathetic holistic imaginative
and then there is truly life-affirming natural medicine
and the more they try to wish the good away..

oh but do we live in such dark times
that all this seems somewhat unreachable
belonging to the far side of utopian
only the stuff of silly poems and letters
written by middle-aged men who should know far better
well look around and then look to you
scattered here and there and within
witness and fathom the hopeful manifest truth..

valuing material things the right way
so easy
do we even need to try
the disposable culture is anathema to it
the emptiest most harmful kind of status symbolism
the paradox of such materialism eats more than only itself
do not sell your soul
and look there
what wealth what wealth..

so why crave replacements themselves so throw-away
to be replaced and replaced yet again and again and again..
for what sake and who really benefits
hiding in plain sight the shills shilling for zeros the dead lights
notice the assumed hopelessness baked into the buy..buy..buy..
perhaps we can be materialistic a more enlightened way
so easy there is no need to try
no mesmerising trance
jump off the hamster wheel starve misery the expense
self-reflection the romance of the expanse
we gift ourselves so much more than only a ghost of a chance..

and human beings are not a disease
as good custodians of this earth we act we witness we see
a few endangered species now flourish again
lost wetland habitats now thrive reclaimed
poisoned lakes now bird sanctuaries
urban decay transformed into woodland and light-filled spaces
so here are more real reasons to believe in real treasure..

oceans and lakes and lagoons are reclaiming their former majesty
with roads and homes made of collected recycled plastics
even upturned jet engines can dissipate poison particulates
human nature in sympathy with wider nature where both entwined can be
human beings are not a virus not a disease
we are part of the consciousness so much greater
save to savour
likewise that still bleached coral reef
awaits rescue and return to its former glory..

and to the powers-that-be
if you must keep the quadrillions of your empires
all your great steals
at least release those spoken-of long-hidden healing technologies
enlighten your self-interest and yield and even self-heal
or imagine yourself standing on your vaporising hill of beans
even if fully detached from your long-suffering host
as you sink and raise a glass to toast your own bitterness
what would clutching close a whole lot of nothing then mean at most..

dear powers-that-be
all it takes is a change of mind
say it think it act it be it feel it
all it takes is a change of mind
and the knowing
the power of redemption is an incredible thing
tattoo it on your removed chip
human beings are not a disease
and human beings are not a disease
and to heal is healing..

and if you think we are a disease
the least you could do is practice what you preach
set the example and kill yourself
but why do that when it would be so much better to simply reset
that would truly be the great reset
and truly something astonishing to celebrate for all time
so powers-that-be
is there a new song you wish to sing
called the power of redemption is an incredible thing..

rain is honey
the toxic wasteland now blooms a fresh meadow with stream
rain is honey
the parched scrub reimagined now abundant wetland again
rain is honey
the scarred flood plain healed replanted with tender saplings
rain is honey
the rested now nutrient-rich fields return sans agrochemicals
rain is honey
and as human beings let us be our own power-that-be
and as healers be healed..

Above Nocturnal Corners Dance The Dust Motes

 

the online profile to knit-weave
looking beyond your very best now
back-engineering your very own alter
you enter inside your shadow-you
the walk-in glitch
the mouse dagger carves the doppelganger tooth fairy
both of you hitch the ride
both of you are the stranger guest..

the you pill
the message in a bottle is a hybrid clone
a psy-op on both sender and receiver
hopeful the black mirror evanescence may trigger
the crime scene to sparkle that now or never-voodoo..

a beautiful bonfire on an oil slick
flames shapely
all the dancing horses
waver and vanish abruptly in the gaze..

finally a wrap
your fourth wall bipolar
banging your head against your eyes startled and tired
you press upload..
then to relax you kidnap a nun to hijack a taxi to drive-by a canary..

..you then meet your fated target
or at least one that will do
the right lighting thing
the right angle thing
the beautifying app software thing
will not be there at the meet-up
not at the job or romance or one-nighter interview..

so you might sense disappointment
for there might not be that you there there
and they might sense your disappointment in them too
both absences present and standing to attention
the mirages only dissolve to diamond..

so what to do
perhaps on returning home you try even harder to render
handsomer/prettier/even more fun-loving and vivacious
more intense/more artistic/more intellectual/more sporty
more committed to the job opportunity
more committed to the universe
this universe any universe..
or..

you could lighten your load
hand yourself a break
ever wonder why so many are having breakdowns
ever wonder if at least some of this might be intended..

quite recently while i was at a terminus
my train delayed
the partial lockdown partially lifted
so you could call it a partial partial freedom day..

so a few people were milling around
more than would be the case
on let us say a partial partial partial freedom day
so bars and cafes and coffee shops were a quarter half-open
the masks drank breathing chins
on karaoke matt hancock sang matt hancock so softly
like he was au fait with the incoming karma thing..

and as i was looking up at the timetable
i noticed a man was stood outside a small restaurant
a tad anxiously his bright eyes were searching..

he was dressed for a night out
nice shirt and trousers
a light linen jacket for spring..

and i was about to gaze back up at the timetable
whence from the corner of my eye i caught sight of a woman
sensual elegant understated electronic
furtively half-hidden behind a shop door
he turned to gaze in her general direction..then away again..
perhaps the glass reflecting at him
meant he could not see..

back down she stared at her phone
she studied the screen
then she tilted her head up at him again
no hope..

then..
swishing behind her silhouette
she made her away trotting up the escalator
half covering her side profile
her hand a magnet
so inconspicuous..

but he was turned again in her direction..
a beat..
a beat..
a beat..

then..
lowering his eyes
down
he reflected..

then..
he placed his phone inside his jacket pocket
he strolled away slightly zig-zag
like a smart vacuum cleaner on night-stealth mode
above nocturnal corners dance the dust motes..

he stopped to look up at the timetable
his departing train arriving a few hours early..

another woman sitting nearby
was watching him thoughtfully
she had no phone in her hand
he did not see her..

The Tree Hugger

 

leaning against a tree
messaging a friend
absent-mindedly she gently patted the tree trunk
the breeze
the breeze was a colour
the colour of its sound
and the sound was the scent of dappled canary sunlight..

leaning against the tree
she began to feel in the strange flow
a tree as ancient as english pagan wisdom
the bark as soft as parchment of an ancient scroll
the bark as cool-warm as triptychs kissed by summer solstice
the bark as flowing as the secret river under the pyramids of giza
the bark as mysterious as the woman veiled of cydonia..

leaning against the tree
she gazed up at the veined leaves lit by fire life
the lime leaves dipped in outlines of constellations
the branches lowering arms
the arms circled and curved
the arms brushed around her like velvet on night
the velvet embraced her air
her air embraced arms
she embraced the embrace
and the leaves kissed her
all of the tree
and all of the tree her every forest..

Astral Strikethrough

 

having completed the final draft of her latest novel
yeila elhouzzy at long last pressed send
now her editor will pore over to occasionally         with a guiding remark
with a stretch and sigh yeila stepped onto her amethyst sea garden..

the gorgeous waves of night so enticing the cloud fish lapped
and the mauve and silver-tinged sky glistened like gemstones
the four moons splashed up their activating rays
lime and obsidian ocean-yellow and grass-crimson..

she breathed in the tingling and loaded cool marine air
the heavenly-scented coriander orchids in full bloom
the parrot orangutans chirruping in the glades
the flying ziggurats zooming above the mangroves of rice noodles..

her lover handed her a bowl of snow pear wine
gently he massaged her shoulders and beckoned her back inside
on the frosted floating sheets they made love amid dark glitter light
and what a sleep they fell into as a pearlescent dawn arose..

her novel was a speculative fiction affair
set in a strange far away world so different from here
yes so different yet yes not so different after all
plenty for her readers to immerse themselves in and mull over..

her fictional world is a waring and divided one but not the same as here
not along lines of plasma group or octaves of dimensionality
not along lines of parallel reality mysticism or telepathic muscularity
not along lines of timeline catastrophism or moon beam energetics..

her editor flew up through the air-glass tube a week or so later
he enjoyed the premise of the novel and the speculative wit therein
but he had trouble believing in the divisions of that world
make their divisions less incredible and more realistic like here..

 

Fulfilment Centre For A Billionaire-Haiku

croesus feels alive
empty man to the vacuum
a hollow rocket..

The Extremist In Wonderland

 

the breaking news strapline rolls across the screen
caught finally
hunted down
trapped and cornered like a wild and dangerous rabid animal
shot dead by intelligence officers
thankfully the danger now over
normal service will resume shortly
this crazy individual is no longer a threat to us all
our way of life
the brave officers are thanked by the prime minister
and the majesty and the city..

so i chill out and watch a cake baking show
a judge looks at a contestant and proclaims
this blancmange is good enough to eat..in france
the contestant now crying because he made a nice blancmange
a blancmange that is good enough to eat..in france..

and all makes sense now
and again everything falls into its proper perspective
and again all is in its right place
and again there is a god..

but i gaze out the window
i am afraid i cannot help myself
pondering and questioning while recollecting..

so this whole strange nonsense began late last year
he always hit them/us randomly
then disappeared
seemingly effortlessly vanished
vanished just vanished..

the essential questions were asked
who is he..
why..
is he doing this alone or is he part of a secret network..
and what are his motivations..
when and where will this unhinged disrupter strike next..

his first time oh where was it
yes his first hit was in that shopping precinct
funny thing is i go there sometimes
it could have been me then
how my life would have profoundly changed
i know that i am being selfish thinking like that
but there it is..

then that music festival
he struck right when the headliner was playing
becoming more brazen
right out there in the open air 
he then casually walked away
so casually
lost himself in the melee
around eighty-thousand people affected
granted some more than others
but they all witnessed it
when interviewed some witnesses were crying
weeping that they could never be the same again
they felt so different now
how could they remain unaffected
after seeing all of it
and after feeling all of it..

and again and again and again he hit
another cinema hall
another night club
another restaurant
another place of worship
one bus after another
one train after another
one airport after another
he would not stop
perhaps he could not stop
he never issued any kind of warning
he hit again and again and again
male female black brown white rich poor young old
it seemed to make no difference to him at all
one hospital ward after another
one hospice after another
a few times he even hit veterinary surgeries
imagine that
even animals were a target
there was no stopping him
no place was off limits
what was he thinking the media asked
what gave hime the right..

and some people were beginning to see him as a hero..

the experts did a psychological profile
surprise surprise the experts solemnly deduced
he probably kept himself to himself 
probably had no friends
probably unemployed or a remote worker
some kind of..something
someone who did not be want to be noticed
someone who did not share our values
therefore an extremist
and what could be worse than that
we were directed
that we should not want to be like him
not to think like him
not to act like him..

after ploughing through all the cctv images
and cross referencing them with all the other state surveillance data
finally they were able to narrow down his base of operations
but it took a while
he did not make it easy for them
he was always one step ahead
some asked whether he had a sympathiser on the inside
either way he was calculating he was ruthless and he was clever..

but in the dead of last night
they tightened the noose
he was on them though
and he ran down an alleyway to make his escape
but they were waiting
and they shot dead the random healer
for they had no other option..

The Spiked Bodies Luminesce New Jerusalem

 
what is meant..

so now in the uk 
the jabz-hesitant are being offered wine
take the experimental mRNA
for free wine..

they mRNAd some rats
and all the rats died
rest assured it is safe for humans
for our bodies are different..

operation warp speed..
believe in the orange jesus/obama bin biden
the gain-of-function continuity
would you buy a used car off mister fauci
or mister gates..

spikers entice with wine..
so what would jesus say..

so what would jesus say
he might say
do you really need to ask me that..

and what kind of jerusalem is this
and if william blake were alive today
how long would it be before
all his meaning of his new jerusalem poem
is inverted
inverted yet again
spiked..

Conversation With A Trusting Jab Frag Magnet (Normal Thing)

it was early morning
the sunrise a blotted lava lozenge
volcano magma tangerine
felt so cold in this building..

the lift door opened
he was whistling
i said hi how are things
he said good though his left arm is still really hurting
it still feels pretty numb
he said he still cannot lift anything..

i said sorry did you have an accident
he said no
it is an after-effect of the jabs
he had his second eleven days back
and his arm has felt this numb way since then
so i asked him if he mentioned this to his doctor
he replied no he did not really want to bother his doc with it
so he just phoned up his surgery
they reassured him it was nothing to worry about
in fact it proves the vaccines are working well in his system
and the nausea and headaches are normal too..

he may have caught the look on my face
for he said no honestly it will okay
no need to worry mate
because lots of people feel this way
as it is a normal thing..

he was trying to reassure me
so i nodded
he carried on whistling
i went down the lift
and walked out the building..

the bastards..

Vacuumed Bookcases On A Ventilator

 

during covid should our vacuum cleaners also wear masks
they breathe in our expelled infecting air and dust
and should our vacuum cleaners then catch covid
what would happen if they are put on ventilators..

vacuum  cleaner on a ventilator
its serious
girlfriend in a vacuum cleaner
that is also pretty serious
did that vacuum cleaner really go out with her..

watching the talking heads on tv have you noticed 
many seem to have copious bookcases
shelves stacked and nestled earnestly sky-high behind them
caressing and enfolding the erudite talking heads
each and every remote tv guest
it seems has their very own library
oh how their cases to infinity put me to shame..

members of parliament
with bookcases
sports personalities
with bookcases
celebrities
with bookcases
bookcases
with bookcases..

and oftentimes the bookcases
seem to hold the same books
in the same order
on the same shelves
even leaning against one another the same way
lying in the same way
proof positive great minds really do think alike..

bookshelves in a vacuum cleaner on a ventilator
its serious
did those bookshelves in a vacuum cleaner on a ventilator
really go out with her..