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Biography is either masked ball or epitaph. As you find me, so we are.

Saturday, 28 April 2012

The relative complement


To say hello and wave goodbye
Unchange the unum block.
To unsee ‘temporary’ - fly!
Tock-tick and tick the tock.
When sane response is named insane,
Banned? Having it both ways.
Yet those who split the thought from brain
Shan’t unpick their amaze.
All’s as it is as it must be;
The cause becomes effect.
Concomitantly, you are me;
So knowing this reflect.
I am a mirror, so are we,
(The fold within the fold),
Yet we lack windows out to see,
And so our tale is told.
Senses cleave a contradiction
From Uroborus whole.
Truth? Subset of social fiction -
Here lies the special role
Of fractured ape psychology,
Whose statements must prove ‘true’,
While paramonadology
Mocks our discrete value.
Disconnecting joined existence
Linked | distinct
From arbitrary real persistence
Man’s f = extinct.
Can Generals communicate
With umpteenth back and forth?
How infinitely we await
Proved split of south and north.

The more ways we see to divide,
The flowsnake finer ways doth hide.

Thursday, 19 April 2012

Spinster


Spinning wheel, spinning wheel,
Come spin me a story,
Without a beginning,
Without any end.

Sensual yarn, secret yarn,
Fine-spun fabrication,
Invisible fibre
That weaves our pretend.

Draw a circle, call it me,
In it put reality,
From it make a telescope,
Micro scope it out and hope
That finding what the sphere contains
Reveals the workings of our brains.
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Who’s the dumbest of them all?
Walking round a ha-ha’s edge,
Blind to what creates the ledge;
The bigger round we’ll never see,
The Real that bounds us virtually.

Thursday, 12 April 2012

Returns

You invest in missed bedtimes
You invest in children raised by strangers
You invest in show homes minus living
You invest in unwritten prose
You invest in unread poems
You invest in Facebook friendships
You invest in the daily grind
You invest in old age waiting homes
You invest in call centres
You invest in diffused responsibility
You invest in people not humanity
You invest in built-in obsolescence
You invest in wedding days
You invest in days spent apart
You invest in plastic-lidded coffee rush
You invest in fear
You invest in gated keep out the communities
You invest in immigration checks
You invest in land parcelling
You invest in cash crops
You invest in intellectual copyright
You invest in regime change
You invest in regime unchange
You invest in ignorance
You invest in missed bedtimes
You invest in missed lifetimes
The value of investments may go down as well as up
And you may not get back the full amount invested

Saturday, 7 April 2012

Half-baked

Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake baker Sam,
Bake me a cake as fast as you can.
Pat it and prick it and mark it with ‘good’,
Then portion it up like your book says we should.
The best that can be? Well, make no mistake,
The compass is turning, so let them eat cake!
It seems to have missed what the chess player knows;
You get fewer moves when material goes.
Morality’s cake shop? I don't think I'll risk it -
The cost of a g√Ęteau is more than a biscuit.
To share out a pie then you need some left over,
Not just the dropped crumbs of a fat global rover.
Appliance of science? A washing machine
Is not gonna calculate what counts as mean.
Obeying Sam’s mantra on that Golden Rule,
Let’s give him a spank and then call him a fool.

Two Sandwiches Short Of A Picnic

To go from one to minus one,
Examine what lies inbetween.
Signal / no-signal comes undone -
And can’t create a red or green.

Though calculations are a hit,
There’s more to life than one and nought.
A.T. and Bertie missed a bit -
And this is where their thinking caught.

The force that drives the ticks to tocks
And makes the spaces dance a waltz,
Is something called a paradox,
Like when I say, “This statement’s false”.

To separate the eyes from skies,
The logic must be yes-no-yes;
By having ‘i’s within our ‘I’s
We get this universal mess.

Tuesday, 3 April 2012

Hidden Stash


The jaded souls seek holes’n’poles
To spill them thrills through their consoles;
Resigned to sacrificial porn
As lively as a lecture yawn.
The only meal they get to eat
Is spoonfed, bland, robotic meat.
Whilst their streams go through the motions,
Leave me to my secret oceans.
Finest eroticization
Dwells in my imagination; -
Played by troupe more acrobatic,
Style and venue never static.
Their kisses put me in a spin,
Skilled manual handles deftly win
Me over. This unknown nation
Features much intrepidation;
Maybe shifts from ancient galley
Into unexpected alley (Or a wistful, dark, Welsh valley).
Perfectly procured alignment,
Willing state of bound confinement:
Just as the head becomes a whirl,
He’s swiftly switched from boy to girl -
Adeline’s pet-named Orlando
Hypnotized in dueled fandango;
Mimesis through twisting tryst
Of a sapiosexualist.
So, seek and find content online,
I’ll stay content to look at mine,
Keeping my lands that time forgot
To leave you to your money shot.
Know as you watch the faux-faced comer -
One swallow does not make a summer.