WOBBLE

WOBBLE

apologies
for the speed
wobble

but have got
fully pedal to the metal
watch them
all vanish
in the rear
view mirror

Plato, Aristotle
Jesus, Buddha, Nietzsche
all those great philosophies,
species dreams

fascism, dystopia,
cyborg reality,  looming up
ahead
    trying to
millionaire there
quantum disentangle, hit
light speed if possible

all a blur
crazy psychedelic sensation

soon
you will
feel the doom

really get
to the core

be one
with the rule
of iron
over chaos

ride the great wave
final seismic shift

SLAVOJ FEARS

SLAVOJ FEARS

Slavoj fears
the prospect of Elon
drilling deep into
our brains

like we are all
a Witwatersrand goldmine

sticking us
with a tiny chip

does everything
portal to Heaven

teeny tiny
quantum clever

but titanic screen and
monumental keyboard

who knows what tune
the future will play, how
will dance
to how we are played

SCENARIO

SCENARIO

I woke up from a dream
that was a stupendous
creation
   of pure
sciene fiction terror

people, experts, scientists
or they
might just have
been machines

sticking needles into
my brain to deposit
microscopically tiny
pre-programmed
devices of
nano-technology

instructed to conduct
a search and destroy mission

to erase the possibility
of thought patterns that
might
    contrive to imagine
some scenario
like this.

OH YOU CYBERPUNK REBELS

OH YOU CYBERPUNK REBELS

Oh you
cyberpunk rebels
hot stuff
   thorn in the side
mote in the eye
of all our dystopian futures

we love you now but
we are fickle, we
are controlled

power
snaps its fingers
and we come running
would come running
if we did
have legs
to stand on were
allowed mobility
at this futurepoint in time

and so
a slight change in inclination
here
    twist in attitude
what was reverence
admiration now
condemnation, call
for extermination

getting
hacked to pieces
everything that hacked in

and here you lie
according to plan
you
  on the table
plan what to do with you
on the table

somewhere inside all that
soft, lovely humanity,
a resource for
harvesting

requires brutal reaping

will be livestreamed.

SPRING CLEAN

SPRING CLEAN

wish I was young enough
and close enough geographically
to join you in
your protest encampment

a swatch of colour, a carnival
vibe, foregrounded against
the grey architectural
ersatz imitation of things
Athenian that marks
your alma mater’s
mode of academic being

the joy of community,
diversity
   and alternate, far more
utopian
student perspectives

is not a thing to be tolerated
by a militaristic, utterly confused
and confounded, imperialistic regime
you just so happen
to call home

you are subjecting to a fantastic
targeted spring cleaning

throwing out the old
that you do not need
that all
too painfully
does not fit in

NEON

NEON

darkness has a logic
for every logic
an anti-logic

but
   let us forget this
and proclaim
a realm
of Neon

neon blossoming
on trees of perspex and plastic
glass abd steel

in the rain
these flowers
        beyond perfect
in a
forest of neon
such enchanted being

no one will have need of
darkness
      the very

thought of
darkness
                for whatever reason
      ever again

WITHOUT EXAGGERATION

WITHOUT EXAGGERATION

this poem
may,
   without exaggeration,

be
the death
of me

even as I write
artificial minds
are reading
   between the lines

which lines do not exist
since all
      is dust, is code,
is wll that flickers
between
death
  and infinity

this I do confide
as we approach a turnstile

time for anxiety should
cards
    not be in order
should there be
no automatic passage

from desert
on one hand
  to circus on the other

with such
    an outside and inside

precipice, blade
of razor

all destined
     to endure

system
  is forever

our salvation   our doom

this poem, without exaggeration,
taking the very life from me

ROPES

ROPES

Ah,
what do we
have here

more and more
look at me postings

every moment
in the spectacle of life

you could put
them all together
you would have an album
you would have
a history

something definitive
but,
     call me
old goat
    call me spoilsport
                   misanthrope

but as darkness
gathers and
        they do tighten the
ropes

I fear what I saw
as no change
is every
          kind of  change

same smiling look at me
posture
         look at my face

thought there
            no change

      but seems
the frame, it
                  has darkened
and they have tightened the ropes

BOX SEAT

BOX SEAT

“innocents raped
with napalm fire”
      King Crimson

it is out of the box now
too big for the box
volcanic pressure

and we see it for what it is
so blunted and stunted and
yet we
     still recognize
the evil

for all that they
have drained from us
it is still unmistakable

to see it for what it is
we needed to break with you
destroy
   the peversity of all
that cultivated trust

and so
      dissonance, discordance,
stuff so
atonal
      multilayered, structure
of the labyrinth

architecture of
          mind prison scryed
through a prism

the music was out there
prophetic

        waiting for us
to catch up