Haiku #347

Oak trees, holy sap

Holly marked and altar blest

Bodies left to fly 

Haiku #346

At the core’s deep base

No light illumes a dark heart 

Pulsing for a cold soul

Rant à la Washington

I have Eno’s “Music For Airports” playing on repeat AND the sound of ocean waves hitting some beach somewhere coming out non-stop from my phone. That has worked fine for some time but not this morning. I think that the arch villain that lives in a suite in the subbasement of my brain just lulled me into believing that this is as bad as it can get. And then he punched me with one of his Archgloves when I was just looking at the view on the inside side of my eyelids, which is perfect and relaxes more powerfully than anything, absolutely it’s unprecedented like nobody has ever seen. I have strong genes going back, who knows, maybe a million generations. My great-uncle’s best friend, absolutely so good that you would never believe it. So my family right out of their perfect, so perfect like nobody anywhere, and I have talked to many experts, the best experts, unprecedented in science everywhere in the world and I can say my eyes are perfect, not like all those fake eyes I see very strongly out there. Do you know what? The best artists, the best of the most powerful artists like nothing the world has ever seen and I was the first, just ask anybody, any expert and ours are number one, the best in the whole world and they will give you a powerful, the best, the strongest but so perfect that you can’t even understand like I do, more than anybody in who knows, maybe ever that has ever been given and, believe me do I know a lot, more than anybody else about giving and I can take all, every one of the perfect stuff the strongest total geniuses have ever given me. But right here and now, you know, where I am there just is not enough room. I’ll Tweet you some pictures of it, and I take all of my pictures myself and put that writing with them all by myself and you-know-who is jealous as hell but my brain is just the best brain ever, so they can make up as much as they like but YOU can tell what’s true and together we will get through this like the absolutely greatest government and the strongest voters in the world and they won’t even be able to believe it. Buy a t-shirt before you leave because, as any doctor you can find will tell you, my t-shirts are like nothing the world has ever seen in the past and like it says on the tag on every one of them, that took me so long to sign each one, that they will go up in value 4,000 % by November. (Did you see that, those two words “buy” and “by” that sound the same but actually mean something different? Can you just see all those governor dictators get mixed up by that?) They should bow down and show some dignity for once to my perfect big brain. I was actually born with my brain and I didn’t have to go to the most best of the strongest universities in the country but I was just being nice. I never wanted enemies when I was young and I certainly don’t now see any here on this beautiful day in.…a place. I have an office, it’s oval. Did you know that? My big tough desk so I can’t answer questions. Too busy. Much too busy. Get on my mailing list and the best people will send you emails. All the details, all the details you need.

For The Forlorn

Should you be made to weep, sleep.

Afterdark

Frantically hungry 

Night prowled the ‘hood

Eclipsing street lamps 

Sniffing out the scent of 

Savoury unsullied souls 

Its ethereal meal

Seek no safety in numbers 

You’ll only land on 

A larger plate

The last 

Gustatory platform 

Downfall

On the downward side, a watch is of no use for, in or out of time, you will reach a place where you know that no amount of heroes could have changed your fate.

Haiku #345

My shadow shadows 

This light’s all too well defined 

Darkness feeds on faith 

The Prime Predicate

Religion has no soul and religious faith is not connected to the brain. That is why each religion needs must steal its soul from an earlier one and why the greatest threat to any form of organised faith is critical thinking. And make no mistake, atheism too is truly just another failed faith.

Outro

Pausing to reflect,

The pool of the past 

Shines, reminds, and

Mem’ry’s veil is 

Cast aside;

Torrents of time 

Overflow, so that 

In their undertow

My mind drowns. 

Scenes of once

Rush on by my 

Occult third eye. 

Sourceless sounds

Resound, resolve,

Become the music,

The soundtrack that

Backed my life but,

Remixed, rearranged.

All the pleasure and 

All the pain now form

A fanfare: bold blaring 

Notes to accompany 

My minimalist 

Obituary.

Check Out Time

Many people self-destruct but few do so with any panache. It’s not, “live fast, die young and leave a good looking corpse.” Living fast is fun and why would you want to sacrifice fun by dying young? But, when you do check out, do it with style ‘cause you only get one shot at it.

Haiku #344

Pills and poetry 

Hunt those sly epiphanies 

Bypass hardwired thought 

Unease

Energetic excess feeds the 

Rise of dire emergencies 

Venal felons act beyond 

The checks and rules of 

Badly built societies 

Structures fail not from 

Weakness but from fear 

Of the unlikeliest of

Possibilities to 

Ever come near

Identity

Razor waving wild

Mutilation’s recreation 

Take a number to 

Become humbler and

Carve out the new 

Self growing inside of 

You 

Haiku #343

Sneak up on yourself 

Take in the objective view 

Adjust as required