Wednesday, 1 November 2017

Afterimages In Space


A once-of-man absorbed subtle beams above
Igniting his ashen hollowed eyes..

Through box and garden centre granite stones he rose
As strained muffled sobs washed over his evanescence..

Alighting on tipped damp leaf air
Her sobs so elemental hushed his silence..

By the gravestone she wept an ingress bereft
She placed new flowers whispering..

His etheric self floated closer
A translucence of bubbles brushing blown..

Who is she..reanimated memories wracked
Her words flit soft stems elusive..

A squirrel stared fallen leaves drip-tapped
the woman tender confiding..

Her perfume scent the colour mauve
She entwined her candle flame his pane physique..

She glanced through his fractal frost dissolves
..and who is she..crying..for me..

She shall visit every now and again
Spilling afterimages over a well of mist..


Sunday, 15 October 2017

Telepathic Parrots Can Read Your Dreams


Split seconds dither atom-filled worlds
Atom-less in Dream
Gravity-sanctions tethers snap
Your lily pad helipad rotors snoring
Rapid eye movements swivel 360
Lifted elevations sizzle mystery..

And the moon slips off a cactus
Water-falling pineal mescaline
The lunar rivers dance and shimmer
Glittering golden galleons dive the craters
Loving couples' sky canoes
kiss anew
the vast raven canopy iridescence..

The wafting lemon-heavenly ice cream trees
The curious flitting still-life gazelles
The mermaid throes ram-raid
the wishing hole rabbit wells
What kind of a person
Would blissfully thrive on a moon as this
Well might I suggest
Such a locale
Should warm the cockles 
of anyone's jim-jams..

Naked from the forehead up
Saffron cornfields flip you
'neath cool cotton bed-sheets
Your magic carpet flings you
Songbirds perch twinkling 
Chirrup fantastical yo-yo meaning
The gleaners alight the force-field
Space skiing saucer surf chicks saucy..

Slow and riven ripples parallel rippling
Surf your noggin-skimming stone
Where dreams trip hours stellar 
Aeons spin in teardrop pipettes
Diphthong Mastodons jump the shark
Subterranean play-forms quaff the dark
So flit again against earth's grain
Between the timeless tick-tock..

A sublime mindlessness Zzzzz
What joy
Your punch card clock
You snooze button panther
Your once argumentative cock
Or you gentle ladies' you-know-what
Once of anciently always ready to rumble
You won't need your passport..

To seem
Threads needle your third eye
Looping though your other two
Venusian ice cream vans ding-dong true
Timbuktu xylophones tinkle didgeridoo
Telepathic parrots can read your dreams
Sip your gottle of gear
All night long
Gently watch over you
From another room
So taste the colours
See the sounds
It's all true
It's all true
It's you..

https://youtu.be/o8VXzTFPrSA

Wednesday, 11 October 2017

The Noise You Make


the human resources director
revising and updating
the dignity at work policy
wouldn't notice the cleaner standing beside her
well why would she
the cleaner..a cleaner 
a cleaner..a phantom
a collection of molecules and atoms of falling sand
the cleaner a quark..

and the cleaner waited
the human resources director 
eventually directed her gaze
at the cleaner's pelvis
gifting the cleaner's pelvis her cup
the cleaner no longer shocked or embarrassed
..i only need your recycling paper sorry
may i have your used paper please.. 
and at that the human resources director
morphed a sink hole concave face
it might have been the cleaner's soft lilting accent
or was it the deep ask to mull 
finally the human resources director 
sonically sighed her cup back onto her desk
then lifted her sidewinder eye
two feet to the right of the cleaner
to some empty shelves 
suggesting to some empty shelves
you can do it later..can't you..
sing-song autotuned upward inflection
order-question-smile
she's got the air miles
and with that the human resources director
returned to updating the dignity at work policy
while the cleaner..

the tea point had been cleaned
the cups and cutlery emptied wiped and dried
the worktop wiped 
then lightly polished to an admirable gleam
the green orange black and blue steel bins emptied
the dumped half-chewed under-utilised food 
the congealing consistency and look of freeze-dried puke
carefully tipped from the used food collector tub
into a used food disposable heavy-duty bin liner
to be picked up later
by one of her colleagues
traversing the orbits
with the big and battered blue trolley
the goods lift rodeo the bends its vertical horizon..

new j-cloth folded neatly over the mix-taps
the cleaner stood back
to survey all the tea point zone
finally after wiping down an invisible mark
she gave the all-good nod 
all sparkled..

floating over
a daffodil sculpted by the fists of moloch
a human resources assistant
tipped a half-full plate 
of microwaved organic fair trade slop
with herbal tea bag used condom
still swimming inside the mug
the spoon and fork 
fell rattling in the sink
a knife
so the cleaner..

the cleaner cleans the toilets
the staff forget to flush sometimes
jackson pollock art work piss-sprayed 
around beneath the splashed dripping urinals
scrunched used paper towels 
disposed of on the floor tiles
such busy administrators
so the cleaner..

the cleaner 
vacuumed all the human resources area
all the area
except that bit..my bit
because the human resources director
asked if my bit could be vacuumed later
because the human resources director 
..am busy..see
..need to concentrate..it's important
hate to say this..
it's the noise you make..

so the cleaner had to pick up the crumbs 
all the paper-punched snowflakes
and the used staples 
some like needles 
with her hand
some were stuck to the carpet
so ever so quietly she used the brush
delicate strokes of a painter..

and as the cleaner placed all the bits
in the polythene bag
the polythene bag rustled a little
and the polythene bag shouldn't have done that
and the human resources director
turned around..
and the cleaner..

a couple of days ago 
the cleaner 
hiding within one of the fire exit stairwells
was discovered crying
and the human resources director 
asked the cleaning supervisor
to comprehensively address the issue eh-ess-eh-pee
so the cleaning supervisor spoke with the cleaner
and asked the cleaner right away if she was okay
and right in front of the human resources director too
and the human resources director 
shook her head
no i didn't mean it that way..but hey..
so in what way did you mean asked the supervisor
and the cleaner had to turn away
so as the human resources director
could not catch her little smile
one little victory..

the end of the shift
the cleaner changed back into civvy gear
the human resources director
didn't meet her in the lift
no acknowledgment was merited
the ghost-face mentor
can't ever do cleaners' bodies-to-faces 
never mind names on lanyard display..
so the cleaner..escaped first
cheered hello to the security guard
he grinned a hello back 
they cracked a delicious secret smile
a beat..a silence..
and the human resources director 
could not help but wonder
whether the telepathy she just witnessed
was a disguised micro-aggression directed against her..

meanwhile
the cleaner wished the security guard a nice weekend
and if you can't be good be careful she teased
he winked back
and away she flitted to the bus stop
Veronica pulled out her mobile
and sent a smiley face to..everyone everywhere
while the human resources director...



Sunday, 16 July 2017

And The Heretics Weep



Dark mirror dragon-kings black swans
Your shadows lick the mural beam
Bathe most caves and cloak the flame..

The Magi of Pipers
The spell casters' prescience
Incantatory grand designs murmur..

Nothing of More in three in two in one..
The chambers echo canned echoes
Grim shepherds whistle and tails wag dogs..

The heretics weep..
They have peeked at the Illumined masters
And their stark pyro source material..

The bewitching flame
the moths mark themselves
The limpid amber swims up liminal..

And the heretics weep..











Wednesday, 12 July 2017

Heroically Manfully Ethically Theosophically Pot Noodle


Wandering the laptop aisles

A customer service suffragette enquired
MayIhelpyou One phrase    as     OneWord
             oneword
What kind of laptop are you looking for..


One that is for poets I stated
Startled she backed away and glanced up at a security camera
I will leave you alone she replied a little hurt
Sorry to have bothered you
Oh no it's okay I reassured
There probably isn't any such thing anyway..honestly..

She stop-gazed
So..may I help you with anything else..

Well..
Go on..she encouraged
Would you help me..uh..
with some of the..
..shame and guilt I feel..
I feel utterly bewildered....defeated
And I'm so spiritually sluggish
And I still don't know what to do with my life
And I still don't know what to do with my previous lives..


Oh that! she waved an arm dismissively
So you're not a real professional poet

You don't earn from it..


No..I..

After another pause
Lilted such a life-affirming flat-line rainbow Mona Lisa smile
You don't need a laptop then do you 
You can just use your....hand..

Yeah I'll do that..

Time for a commercial break 

I'll see you on the other side..

******

I wandered the shopping centre
As the cosmogryal wandering shopping centre
collapsed my annihilation of self around itself
Shopping centres walk with our legs

  Fukushima dream-landscapes hammer blizzard miles     

No me neither

I have no idea what I meant there
It's a poem
Or is it..

Standing there walking here standing there
I thought she reminded me of  an ex who dumped me

after catching me looking confused
while grappling heroically manfully ethically theosphically even
with the cooking instructions on a Pot Noodle

Although to be fair to her
I also once blew up her organic strawberry blancmange
by placing it on defrost in the microwave
And to make matters worse
when the blancmange exploded I didn't notice
Because I was listening on headphones full blast
to a tune similar to the one below
I was wearing her chiffon dressing gown too
Although that bit's not important..
Or is it..

She tasered me in the head with her earthed dildo
And as I stirred conscious on a boat
She threw me into the river
And when the River Police rescued me
and dumped me on the shore in front of her
as I choked up shells and a mermaid's necklace
She tutted

 She tutted and sighed
all folded arms she was
the ultimate in weaponised female body-language form
Is this why I pay my taxes she frowned..

Yes the customer service suffragette reminds me of her
So in other words I think I'm in love..

Happy ending


https://youtu.be/rzt7dF5jwhs

Saturday, 17 June 2017

Now That's What I Call War On Terror Music (Volumes 22-33)



Let's go
Put out for bunny ears
Fire up the hugs the tears
Book the stadium
Again
Shout luv ya
We won't give in
Then sing your song
About being fucked so hard
you can't walk
to screaming eight-year-old children
                         eight-year-old children..
Earnest gurning saplings
And remember
Never give in to terrorism..

Beta kittens with floppy ears
Warm the cockles
Intern clicks of fear
Roll out dappled stock heroes
We always need those
Feel the tingles
From your head to your toes
Another hashtag
#somehope
Virtue signal
infantilising palliative antidote
Don't be a spoil-sport
Stoke the rolling Cope Machine
Groin marine positivity please..

Triffidal flowers drop-ship macramé hands
Autotune tears align
Never allow a good crisis to go to waste
The limo engine purring discreetly
Grind..

Grind
Candle in the Wind ditties
And as we bomb Libya
Ariana Grande/A Grande Arena
Dangerous Woman
Would you spare one song for Tripoli
Or Baghdad
Hillary sing for Benghazi
Or at least walrus a missing person's appeal
Has anyone seen Eric Braverman
Whisper a lament for Seth Rich's arkancide
Cry like you mean it..

If you can't manage a song
Could you spare a middle eight
Or a chorus
Or the last few seconds to fade
Or spare the virtual hole in the middle of an mp3..

Saint Theresa
Cut another deal with Saudi
Then frolic through wheat fields
Feel naughty waving pyramid quids
Clutch for dear life
your chocker necklace
Skull and Bones
And a pint of squid
A delicate balance
A delicate balance..

Spare one lullaby for the Yemeni Houthis
Or the White Helmets' beheaded
Let's have a minute's silence
For any friendly fire incident
On any given Friday
A wedding
A funeral
Another bombed hospital
All for our children their kids are goats..

Teflon empaths..
If you can't manage a silent minute
How about a few seconds
Even if only inside your head
You can carry on talking if time-poor
'tis the thought that counts..

And a silent word with your intelligences
The assets flip
Get hip to the bait and switch
Chipped
What a Watch List
Battalions of Mr al-Baghdadi Batmans
Legacy phantoms
Now available in cans
In-Extremis Man
The new fragrance for the edgy man
Slipped under the radar
Jammed..

Slap on a ribbon
This one is for our children
Beta sex kitten bunny ears
Monarch sired seer
Crisis management goes hot
Alice in Wonderland
White Rabbit
Slytherin 6
Chess board alter
One Love massive attack
Harry Potter cannibals
Gatekeepers/handlers
Presstitute managers
An ex-prime minister exhibits his shed
Glistening various shades of bone ash..

And the flowers
Tire
Sentiments waxed flex fitter
Soundbite Molotov ziggurat
reflect flitting moondogs..

Flames of electronic candles
Click off
To save power
As a lamp post light flickers on
mistaken for the sun..

And
Beneath the nuisance rain
the parched memorial
The shrink-inked words
Some heartfelt
Frightened numbed
Blur into Rorschach tests..

The wrapping can be recycled
The flowers churned to compost
The sentiments monetised to numbness
Celebrity cash cow tweets
One Love
Hand in glove
The War on Terror love train
Triggered
Again..

The entertainer shouts luv ya
So you shout luv ya
She wants to know
If you are alright
    even the ones at the back..
She wants you to feel better now
She
She felt your pain
She felt your pain..

A community of atoms fuses together
For a few hours more
Then everything shall return
to the way it was before..
                  ...luv ya..see ya..

Please close the door behind ya
And exit..
                stage left..

The concessionary stalls are outside..


Monday, 22 May 2017

The Welcome Party



A celebrity
Takes a selfie
With her photographer
Who takes photos of her
             taking her selfie..

Her summer scene perhaps green screen
Lead-lining her possibly CGI body..
Still
She might be real..

The photographer frames her
into selfie artifact
Her tether form
Her ether quintessence
             slips on this new force field
                       fans the siphoning blizzard
And everywhere
Songs of sirens echo
Ringing theremins...

I shall float on a broken window
Imagine how we might look through there
My longboat of mud and broken window
With a broken window sail
Let us fare
Through seas of ether we seek..

And many children as adult children
Dance and fuse with the mirrored shellac
As reflected phantoms swoop and glide
They sail down..

And plenty keep watch from the shoreline
The welcome party
So the cargo cult know they have arrived
Propelling the new myth-dream
Fit for Purpose
The broken window looking-glass gaze
Has it ever shone so fair..


Wednesday, 10 May 2017

Asteroid Haiku


i did what i did,
whatever that was
tracks, times, sleep, light, things..

**    *       ******     *      ***      *

you have two messages

..wonder how old is that tree..

that cloud
i am sure
it has been that exact shape
somewhere else before..

..hello..so you haven't submitted that form yet..

she always looks angry
she drinks truck loads of camomile tea

[god cannot find itself anywhere on google maps
although monetised..]

i saw a nun with an iphone
although not the latest model..

hi..yeah. soo..as i said
submit the form
or you lose those expenses
okay
yeah cheers..


what the heck is that up there
it really seems to be getting closer..

did i switch off the cooker..

**   *        ******     *      ***      *

i did what i did, 
whatever that was
tracks, times, sleep, light, things..


Wednesday, 26 April 2017

It Was Similar To The Resurrection Oh But Not The Same


it was similar to the resurrection
oh but not the same..

i overheard a mother qualify and explain
something about their
miraculously risen cat..

the mother zoned-in on my baffled expression snagged
and within her reflection she gently flung 
she culled and hulled and duffed my air
then away into the supermarket she burned
her piety affronted 
and there morphed aglow 
an angry mumsnet phantom
i her uninvited shock-absorbing defibrillator..

sunk manlessly skittering
i careered into another supermarket
i thought it would be best
i slipped as sloth 
on my dropped pavement gaze deflected
an unappealing squirm of tangled beam
a blinking bevelled-edge bonanza
of furrowed dots and dashes

betwixt 
rolling caterpillar eyebrows gone awol..

this street tableaux
a beached rolling wave unfurled
an unabsolved crashing space cadet
as marble-eyed magi liquidised cash-back
a blown-shrunk tumble-weed unredeemable consumer-human
hosed down to my melted meme aspect
a microwaved picasso meaning-gleaner
i retreated 
bleeping 'neath a belisha beacon..

my mind wasn't looking its best
in other words
still digesting
such an upper-cut curve 
of gnomic intervention
and worse 
caught mangled in the musing act
higher moggy theosophy 
obviously above my calling
above my resonating aura
no hope for esoteric cognisance
for epiphany no gears..

it was similar to the resurrection
oh but not the same..

burgled soul burger-flipped
the spaceman budgerigar
you don't want fries with that..
please re-corkscrew should you receive..

it was similar to the resurrection
oh but not the same..

so what kind of moggy is this
does it perform miracles
or does it deign only to sit there
silently
enigmatically
testing the new faithful 
the old messianic 101 way..

okay so
it was similarly resurrected
but not the same..
similarly..
so what were the key differences
i wondered
as alien long-life noodle aisles 
wandering unravelling
a knitting ball would never ponder me..

it was similarly resurrected 
oh but not the same..

resurrected 
so
was the fluffy one crucified
..should i call the rspca..
         ..oh but perhaps It has forgiven them..
thus
with no device for non-divine intervention
i resolved i must know my place
sadly one of the heathen brethren..

i looked but could not find
the cat food
which is okay
for i have not a cat
and yet of the holy moggy
i confess i still yearn to believe
that some myths 
must be more than mere mythology
for the gentle purring 
and laying of paws
this cruel world well and truly needs..



Monday, 10 April 2017

Escape To Easter Island A Gated Community


we're waves formed..

a fragmenting sentient
my will slight 
so my flimsy grasp 
precognition shards mill muscle memory 
my deja vu muse 
machine-learns a rescue plan
like johnny cash in a time slip
i walk the spiral..

and if it's okay with you
i might wave at you you
as you walk your spiral..

human jet stream silver fish treacle-dart 
easter island statues lock on milk floats 
intravenous selfies invacuate
unribboning ice cream icon screens pass..
go..
go on..pass..


i am the force 
i gated community
the smaragdine sky isotopes twinkle
liquefaction..


my inside-i forms a line
folding squeezed inside this vase
a translucent force field of candy-floss resistance 
nevertheless trapped and mapped..

eye slings
new lamp post lights iridise toothpaste caterpillars
wi-fi vectors fry trickling children 
and when 5g arrives the unborn shall be..
more things than things
to pipeline-transaction
pinged pliable things to solarise
by gamine geek soul-pirates
novellas of an almost-children

easy gold oiling over 
our lack of prescience our future sold 
for all but the few..

elon musk our god emperor bow down
and your smart fridge an informer
your medical records curator 
your cold-called name a radioactive husk
a spiller
you won't get that back in the tube

and a new lord shall call this
the internet of things..

i am the gated community
a dissolve of one part crash test dummy 
one part driftwood druid
side-car salmon owned by the inverted us
the limbic system prone psyche..

a drone throws me a frisbee
i throw it back
and my biometrics are tagged eternalised
boomerang..

whatever my thoughts your thoughts
an artificial intelligence air conditioned in the desert
mulls every us all aspects as silent as the sphinx
the firmament cracked caves transposition
a new gilded cage for the gated awaits
like so for the one who knows..

easter island statues ~ mirrors
a flash yoga stand-in
ten or a thousand years
a selfie to the stars..

meanwhile
our very soul snapped in the fish-eye 
lens
as

jesus stands stilled in a dead coral reef
also for him i cannot phone a friend..



Wednesday, 15 March 2017

I Lost The Thread


i lost the thread

yet for almost four seconds 
i apprehended what i was trying to convey
not boasting here
i lost the thread
but for a few seconds i almost made it..
i almost got myself..

i lost the thread
it's not on the carpet
i looked inside the washing machine
even gazed in the mirror
shag-pile misconceptions bloomed cactus
a bubbling dansak soul interrogation
offered no luciferous spheres to stravage
the waiter deliberately smashed up the papadums
it was him officer..
but it was him it was him
look no eye contact..

and yes it flashed there momentarily
then gone
like an elusive freak mouse 
waving some cosmic entanglement tickling stick
glinting blinding
an almost revelation
almost revelation in italics
like this almost revelation
almost revelation in italics hyphen
like this italics-hyphen
then gone..

i am in my balloon now
floating with the clouds
i have my cloud-sculpting power tools
what about that cloud over there
do you see it
i think i'll sculpt that one
it's not mine anymore..

i will chisel the cloud oblong
then sit in the bath and wait..
and if nothing happens
i will chisel the cloud oblong
then sit in the bath and wait..

it was probably a lazy poem
the kind that never offers to do the dishes
they just don't care do they
could you imagine a poem working
this one clearly isn't
poems only work like cats
or am i being poemist
poemist in italics like this in italics like this..


i lost the thread..


Saturday, 4 March 2017

Scarcity Perverts


the publisher turned back to his partner
after gazing through
and through the pyramid glass sky vista
pool cuing with his thumb and fingers all the little birds
imagineering them dropping
splitting open the human ants below
like silent harpooned kamikaze meteorites
beaked smart guided feathered flint rapiers
he chuckled at his hitchcock 
dappled 
pollock 
splatter 
enterprise..

look 

he shook his head
our bedazzled basement-dwelling concoction 
of electric word-noise 
~ sold ~ and how ~ 
wow ~
yes exactly.. 

and  rest assured
our hired def-con earnest 
consumes minds
yet their shielded values
 ~  those real strongly held ones..
well here's a discreet veil..for the mummified
what a foil..

her consumers

they've double-front soul lobotomies 
her woeful gurning so perfectly conjoins
they can't see through it
and they are the ones that matter 
and they are more than okay with it
~ it's all good..it's all good..they're delighted
our focus groups have told us so
over and over..
                        ~ they love her..

and thnk about this

if her coffee ad picks up a creatives' award
then so much the better
we all receive the kudos
and our copywriter songstress laureate
her doe-eyed sweet gaze
shall bask in that tinsel reflected starlight once more
she'll earn 
no doubt
~ plenty more
she is now the headliner in all the sjw arenas isn't she
organic fair trade warrior..yeah i've seen her on the road..
tea bags sourced entirely from organic cocaine cartels..

her outlier brand recognition we've already firmly established

reinforced 
on that telethon celebrity gang-bang
pumping prime-time her bling verse plink-plonk twattery 
don't quote me on that
shameless wasn't she

using a starving kid as an empathy prop
that'll do ~ kerching..
                                     my new album is out next week
                                                            ~ by the way..
                                                                          yeah
                        ..but let's remember what is important here
                   don't go to the pub tonight
            look at this starving kid
      for a while longer
and think about ~ it
  that's what she said 
      ~ it...
                               oh and..
then she finished her peroration with
the classic by-the-way
      also my book is out next week 
                                             by the way..to coincide..
        with my album which is also out next week
                                                                  yeah..

 i ~ we

call that sweet poetry..
                       ~ yeah..

                    and all. 

              according. 
           to. 
    our play book.
wouldn't you say..

~ poetry ~ earnest songwriter ~ album ~ telethon ~
kerching ~ yeah


her pr propagandist makes bernays look like gandhi

~ he's wonderful
not gandhi
i mean her pr manager

so let it be written
we shall all bathe in our songstress's reflected fake liberal glory..
and all the fake liberals won't call us on it
we make them feel good..
we make them feel great..
let's make fake liberals feel great again..
all the hillary clintonistas
they are the new all-important demographic..
collective noun victimhood..

and for all of  this new fake whirlwind
we must thank the lord..

we ~ her ~ starving kids ~ that

and yet there's no danger of us being perceived 
as scarcity perverts here..
apart from the cynics 
so they don't really matter
not really..

he pondered his driftwood light bulb profundity

while shooting at another three birds..
then he said
..and we're willing on our actress
she should never need a real job..

i'm talking about our star here
not the telethon starving kid..~ she needs a real job..right now..

..soo artistically valid

whatever that might mean
as valid as that annoying italian opera character 
for go compare if you ask me 
don't quote me on that either
she's ours..


and we will remind them

she has a heart
one pence of each copy of her book will be donated to a..
..i dunno..think of something..

.. ~ simon cowell.. 

i quote our biography
a genius about music..
these people those people
they probably think artistic integrity
is a brand of kitchen appliances..
  you're frowning

so what gives..

his partner was about to explain

but he held up his hand conceding 
~ no you misunderstand 
                                  i know...
look if it makes you feel better
see her as our gateway drug poetry product
and all while she is selling her tat ~ ours
we keep the faith 
and so shall she
so be positive
you never know
they might end up buying our real hard verse stuff
the dead ones
the ones who wrote their words
all~by~themselves 

it might work..

he fell silent

and did the okay sign in front of one eye
he aimed and shot down another two birds
with a sniper's cold precision..

he concluded

we need those people to take her very..
and her tailored angst-whimsy is..
just perfect..