Showing posts with label hologram. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hologram. Show all posts

Tuesday, 16 June 2020

OVERDRESSED SUPPER




again

despite events

i watch all the 

n o t h i n g 

get it on

outside 
the 
windows
dawn

~

small birds 
ferry small twigs

round neighbours 
fetch their narrow rags

ambulances come
&
ambulances go

me-wah me-wah on the downlow

~

naked lunch ?

overdressed supper !

served too late
nebulous of source

burnt & bruised 
black & blue

~

truth is fools gold
drowned in electric mist

alive tho
forever
in 
coltrane & cohen

so i pick my feet
outside poughkeepsie

& wonder
& wonder
& wonder

about the glitches
mounting up
mounting up
in
this
hardlight
soft dirt
hologram









Friday, 5 July 2019

ALLOCATED SPACES




in the mornings
solid silent 
thirsty salt flats
before
the
first
fuckery bombs fall

we 
dredge & drag
for 
some excuse 
of

m e a n i n g

from where
gods evolution comptroller

lopped
off
our
animal
balls

~

we make up a ritual
blow smoke on it

in the Allocated Areas

hand in hand
&
hand in paw

acquiescent 
beyond
the
pale

fermenting & compressing
a
stress
shine
diamond

hard payment
for
imposed
hologram
transgression





Real Animal Paws

from animalia-life.club

Tuesday, 30 April 2019

BIOLOGY & HEADLINES




   brain from 
  abattoir pig

unsustainably revived

 my veins 
are 
a web o
toothless 
     cold


~


brontes hair
  found 
  in an
attic locket ring

  happy days  cash in

    my 
   heart 
 is that 
     of an 

elephant sloth

  ( possibly  probably

     i
    cannot rule it out )


~


    & 
legs now 
   are
primitive
holograms
   of 
wobble
   & 
interference

warning  warning  warning

    here comes 
     a
  Pollen  Bomb

in the low level exhaust pipe sky


~


   i 
stumble afloat

  on habit  on love
  on mission
     &
 stimulants

under evil evil blue

missing man
not seen
for a month

well duh





Breaking Bad | The Heizenberg Effect | Page 13


from theheizenbergeffect.wordpress.com

Friday, 11 September 2015

'YOU GOT A WATCH ?' 'TIME BE TIME, MAN'



when the no-god
flops out 
his one
golden ball
like a hole of light 
in
the
naked thin blue above
all 
the
nagging needy guff stuff of anydays hologram agenda
pales
and
almost dies / its tugging clock fingers 
bleached away
under 
holiday beach laser glare

into
the laterbase
of
forevers tomorrows 


 piece of empty miniature beach with sun / www.123rf.com