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

HEADLINE FRAGMENT POP I WISH

long time 
struggle-pup
artist 
provokes a masterpiece
of 
oils & abrasion

caterpilla dozer dynamited
before
smashing 
old world hand chipped stone

a real saint
on 
every night homeless sandwich patrol
five 
chest freezers
full 
of the makings
fill 
his humble home

from wptv.com

ALIENS/ANGELS AND THE ARTIST

the artist didnt know who they were but he called them.
everything was done.
he was due his payday.
he called them, the angels/aliens, whoever, and they came to see.
he'd met them, well it was weird.
enough to say he met them.
their taste in art was expansive and he had an idea.
he had technology too. 
physics was his slave and the angels/aliens had promised him Paradise Now.
the artist went to work.
he froze the earth.
or rather he froze all the things that make up time.
or rather he slowed them down.
a lot.
weather cycles, metabolisms, chemical interactions.
slowed done.
a lot.
so it looked like the earth was frozen.
he created a still three dimensional living diorama of everything on earth.
the couples in bed frozen at the moments of conception.
the criminals trapped guilty in a still orgy of evidence.
rockets firing with frozen flame.
in hospitals and retirement homes the instant of death captured.
all it.
all you can think of.
the fairytale moments with kids in the sun with drifting blossom.
the moments minds were lost and hearts broken.
car crashes and tumbling planes.
the miracles and the mundane.
he'd dome it.
he called it Earth.
and the artist called them and they came to see.
they were pleased.
Paradise Now he asked?
Paradise Now they said.
they put the artist on the moon in a glass room of money.
there was a plaque that said Artist and his name down by his shoes.
the angels/aliens renamed the work Losers.
they brought all their school children to see.
then they moved on.