Archive for March, 2018

andromeda

 

Plasma churns and burns

In the heart of a heavenly star

Heating random worlds

Kindling transformations

Rocks and cratered dirt

In an unfashionable agglomeration

At the edge of the Andromeda galaxy

Glitter on black velvet

And on a nearby living planet aliens peer into sky

As if it has something in it’s teeth

And I am looking back through a kaleidoscope

From the outer Milky Way

Stoned and silly-serious

Trying to work out what it all means

If anything at all

Trying to puzzle out a pattern from disparate signals

We are the stuff of stars

We are transcendent and tremendous

We are the crap of the cosmos

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zuckerberg

Facebook what bullshit bat-shaped insanity have you got for me today?

Facebook how many of these  random people do I really know?

Facebook why do all these women in their underwear want to be my friend?

Facebook I love your pictures of piggelies and politics

Facebook I love your pictures of ganja

Facebook I love your churning bubbles of news and opinion

Facebook you’re losing the younger generation because their parents are spying on them

Facebook I’m sick of your ads and fake news

But I can’t give you up

How can I stay mad at you?

When you seem to know me so well

With your algorithms you structure my news feed to keep me amazed and astonished

You give me a thousand imaginary friends

You give me a place to show off my poems

You give me the illusion of sociability

Oh Facebook feed you feed me crap but some of it is cool

Oh Facebook feed you fondle me with likes

Oh Facebook feed you massage my ego with comments

Facebook you may be fading away

But you’re still amusing

barnaby

Barnaby your wife and daughters know all about it now

Do you think she wants your wrinkled old cock?

You beetroot man

Boofhead

Bounder

Bum-hole

Barnaby, you said gay people couldn’t get married because of morality

Barnaby you said girls shouldn’t be vaccinated because it will make them promiscuous

What about your ethics Barnaby?

 

Barnaby your rich friend is paying for your love-nest

Barnaby you pick on the unemployed and the poor all the time

Barnaby you’re a hopeless case

Barnaby you’re a lecherous old bastard

Barnaby you’re a random unit

Barnaby you’re a troubling spectacle

Barnaby you’re a salacious news item

Barnaby you’re a political shit-storm

Barnaby you’re not even a farmer

Barnaby it’s time to go.

lsd

 

Fine Art student party in the nineties

Innovative art on the walls

They might all end up unemployed but they know how to party

Everyone was on acid

Gold keys

And there was a back room with glowing star stickers

So you could pretend you were God looking out over the universe.

I started to freak out

And saw a thousand foot high monster with hundreds and hundreds of eyes

The fear set in

Paranoia crawled up my spine for a while

But then I mellowed out a bit

And had a good time

The trick

Is never to think

I shouldn’t have taken that fucking trip