OF VAGUE INTENT

i would go to st giles
& dig up milton
or what they left of him

& carry his blind bones
to parliament square garden
my caveats in a back pocket

& force areopagitica
thru an AI algo
& out a PA there

if i thought
it would
do any good

SIGNIFICANT TIME IN HISTORY, A DISINTERGRATING SKETCH POP OF DIMINISHING RETURNS

living thru a very
significant time in history

curfew cluster-fuckery
AIs join the military

one rule for all

consistent message

youll be lucky . . .

in these poundland lockdown

zig zag days

~

generation defined

paradigm shift

ingrowing toenail
& all the rest

& the red berry bush
is culled
but unkillable
outside our quiet windows

~

  take the train

 take the bus

   no carping 

    no fuss

 ( unless grandmas on there

   & only before 9 or after )

~

  hands

     face

 mace

  knees & toads

     knees 

      & toads

     two worlds

   two faces

     one track

 two traces

   & implode

        yes 

      implode

~

  moon shot

    pot shot

 fancy a suicide dram

      from 

    the 

       silver spoon ?

  blitz spirit

   innit !

      innit ?

    blitzed spirit

 more like

&

any sympathy for the arseholes

      of celebrity LA . . ?

from spectrum.ieee

STRAWMAN ARMY ELECTION BLUES

you

useless rollabouts

flopping spineless

in

the

shopping bogof gutter

i voted

for the BEST

for YOU

~

your

whining justification

reposted

unbaked 
resolutions

& trumped me

& depressed me

& still i voted

for the BEST

for YOU

~

my meat debt

is overdrawn

&

my loss leader

soul foreclosed

by

your

knee jerk

doublethink

grey exhaust

mandible

phonefart

jag spats

still i voted

for the BEST

for YOU

& you

you meme army

foot soldiers

you voted for the WORST

for ME

in

straight jacket accordance

with AI projected curve

&

government strawmen army

from nytimes.com

CHANCE, GOLD LEAF REDUX

and

theres

a

chance

isnt there

that i might write something

in a shadow of gold leaf

on a gutter hubcap

if i unfold from out of bed

a man shaped cutlery ape

in the supermarket zoo

and

theres

a

chance

isnt there

that someone who may not be born yet

may see it may read it one odd day

on a museum-piece server

under a leaking tin-can megacity dome

and they might halfway feel something

and they might catch a glimpse of something

and maybe then write something themselves

something better

without tricks on loan

in whatever bio-wired plastic AI dream

we

have

left

for

them

under the mercury clouds

from youtube.com

WORLD - AARGH !

my inability to adequately articulate
  my
frustrations and dissatisfaction
  with 

  governments
    world order
      gods
        banks
          the religious
           the dumb 
             the music industry
               war mongers
                 space explorers
                   computer coders tickling the depths of AI
                     and 
                     more
       
           and
my difficulty in pin-pointing
  where it went wrong

if
it
was
ever
right

  leads to poems like this
that
lack
much
intrisic merit
insight
or
viable life alternatives 

 from behindthevoiceactors.com