Showing posts with label rage. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rage. Show all posts

Monday, 9 June 2025

ONLINE SHOPPING THRU YOUR LAST MEAL




all the circuses of time 
somehow gone to doom & rusting away

           ray bradbury



terminal kids
beyond-their-years medical knowledge
&
bald-headed
boil-in-the-bag 
serenity
is
tv
agitprop
to stifle our righteous rage

& they gaslight us
into a consumerist death wish

& i for one
sure feel the need
for some new shit
for when its time to die








Friday, 24 January 2025

FAIL TO RAGE, FRAGPOPS




our words 
tool meanings
been wrenched
agenda heavy
into blaming 
yellow rags

~

we owe it all
to topsoil 
& precipitation

& we have failed to rage
at the paving of it all

plastic
collecting
in our
bystander 
balls







Friday, 30 November 2018

POEMS FOR ALIENS, A PARTIAL GUIDE TO EARTH Nos 6 & 7




6. PAIN

a hurt
of sore
agony

we assume
ends at death



7. MONEY

minimum wage
maximum wage

and all the rage in between

most ALL of it
most NONE of it

and all the rage in between





FC - Money Money Money - FC - Hogwarts Extreme

pic from hexrpg.com

Tuesday, 14 November 2017

THE ONLY SECRET IS ATTACK



imagine a rage

a rage hot enough
to
terraform
the
artless
tv screen

and
to
melt apart and reform

all the idiot instruments of man

imagine

imagine it 

the only secret
is attack






Image result for MISSILES

from businessinsider.com

Friday, 18 August 2017

TWO MORE POPLINGS




1. MONEY

i know what you DID

i whisper angrily
at the money
i drew out
the hole in the wall

i know EVERYTHING
and one day soon
we WILL be coming for you . . .

i was seeing red mist
i was puffed up with rage
i was absurd

but
the
two small plastic notes
showed
no
visible
reaction

and it was a small triumph enough
to
spend
them
on
books
by 

heller & wyndham & victoria e bynum

in
the
steam cleaned
twilight zone
of
a
charity
shop 



Image result for CHARITY SHOP corringham essex

pic from yell.com




2. BOMBS OUT THE STABLE DOOR

you built me

the bomb said

with your
cutting edge science

you KNOW what 
im gonna do next

so put me on a plane already

and
quit
your
whining

you didnt make custard pies
did you ?



Image result for bomb at the end of dr strangelove

pic from bfi.org.uk

Friday, 23 October 2015

WORD POP




i write without rage
my tired eyes are destroyed flotillas

i
am
unbent / forced calm in the fiery force

under
hallucinatory
memory
spume 
 

 from illustratedfirstworldwar.com - battle of jutland