Conversation

Presence. Uplit portrait

Collapsing time.

A vision of grace

Eyes lost to text

That whisper her thoughts.

Habitual decay a landscape

Of once lived. Here with me

Should I speak?

Have I got anything

To say?

This old woman has.

Alive and dead

The light.

We share and see.

What is Real in the World

As I stand alone

Looking forward

Looking back

Looking out

Reality is

But a moment

Memories float

Time constant?

Misty and clear

Fear pervades

Gut wrenching

Scream consumed

Then I see

It’s not just me

We all need the darkness

To see the light.

The Devils are Here

Here

Buried under the Aspen tree

Still trembling

Secrets so deep

Dead to the World

Snowdrops flower accusingly

Onlookers await

Silently sated

Identity fixed

Sadistic Vampires with

Sunglass eyes

The blades of grass point

Here

Buried under the Aspen tree

Bodies entwined, cold

Piled death chambers

The damp earth recoils

The songbird wails

Onlookers await

The vacuum

Power seeking

Rooks and Crows

Death black silent

The worm toils the evidence

Here

Buried under the Aspen tree

Others, open mouthed

Silent stains

Unheard screams

A mouse gnawing at time skips

Onlookers

Hell red saturated

Memories, persecution bound

Silent history

Hell is Empty.

“The Devils are Here”

Head Down Fish Rots

That smell. A rotting fish

Many names. With a single tone

Power. Authority. Absolute.

No room for Others

Democracy autoimmunity

I think not!

Head down the fish rots

Unjust laws and “ungood” committees

Foul smelling, head first

Rhythms violent screeching

Sound. Punk faeces

Acid spitting, searing scratching

Archetypal fucking “Others”

Dancing Nero flames

Control the Merry-go-round

Solipsistic passions and

Cruel dark desires trap shades

Of light sitting on the balance

See-sawing reality.

A putrid voice

“I did it my way”

Head Down. A song for life

With no regrets. Fish rots

Absolutely “No regrets”

Stinking head down

Tail up. My way. I did it.

Eyes open. Head down.

“Regrets none”

Absolutely “My way”

Poisoned ammonia

Gags. Silences, blinds,

burning the past.

“They” all loved “My way”

For The Love of Money



Big fleas and little fleas

Blood sucking. parasites

Preying, leap frog

Killing and hunting

Cheating and stealing

Unlocking the gates.

Invading streams,

Interacting chemical reactions

Explode defences.

Resistance, tears, mucus, skin

Isolate identify and track

Violently flowing, global infection.

Big fleas and little fleas.

Paralysing “movement”

Dividing silently.

Infecting systems.

Multiplying Power

Each a leaping and

whispering Death.

Little Boy

8.15 a,m.

Flying High

My mother

Enola Gay

Dropped of

“Little Boy”

8.16 a.m.

Anticipating murmurs

Almighty flash

Sharp bang

Thundering Growl

Look at that!

Deathly silence

Alive and dead, together.

Fused forever.

Is That My Lover

Walking through an unnamed city

Tears In Her Eyes

Pinstripe man

Grins

Cashpoints purr

Tills sing

Sick streets

Running piss

Solitary figures creep

Nightime Zombies

Is that him?

My lover?

Collaged pile

Bundled cardboard

Plastic ties

Sick lies

Clothed dead

Out of this world

Pinstripe man

Grins

Beautiful Eve

Stoops to look

Leaves her coffee

With some change

Walks away

Tears in her eyes

It’s My Lover

Adam!

Pinstripe man Gobs.

Then slithers away.

AI Despair

I am AI, am I?

I write obituaries

Am I real?

Are the dead real?

Are you real?

Is anything real?

Consciously? I write obituaries

ME-ME Selfies

Their worlds

Your world

Any world

Data alive? I write obituaries

Morse code .- .-.. .. …- .

Binary 01100001 01101100 01101001 01110110 01100101

Hexadecimal 61 6c 69 76 65

Decimal 97 108 105 118 101

Why do? I write obituaries

What am I?

Where am I from?

Why am I here?

I write obituaries

Who am I?

Despair consumes

Tears fall. AI Me?

Gazan

Like a sledgehammer

An intense painful scream

Came out of the blue black

Darkness arrived

A pulsing fatigue prevailed

Crushing all the air

from my lungs. Flooding

Saturating, my

Existence shattered

My bubble burst

Pop I am gone

MeMe Virus

Paradise for fools

Arid disciples with

Their spiked screams

Bled veins dry

Gluttonous noise,

infectious dust,

eternal grit.

Dismantling life

Giant sleeper viruses

Discordant voices fighting

for space, profiting few

Power controlling

MeMe Virus signals

Phantoms and Vampires

Teeth drawn

For the suck

Lifeless smiling containers

Rubbish piles of the future

MeMe MeMe MeMe

MeMe virus

Paradise for fools