planned

try to understand
everything is planned
from chumps like trump
to every grain of sand
every virus particle
every clothing article
from sweat shop to Topshop
child labour slavery
online saviour bravery
chip shop cruel fish and gravy

governments are so corrupt
it wouldn’t surprise me if they knew the exact time
volcanoes are due to erupt
it’s becoming more and more obvious
there is a long line of children they’ve fucked
do we really make our own luck?
when we are sold cuts
and told we are too busy to cook
while red squirrels die because the grey stole his nuts
their language is persuasive
the immigrants are invasive
they’re going to steal your homeostasis

liberals squeal about equality
without a shred of humanity
a bigot is a bigot, all encased in vanity
underneath all the laments, the comments
is real distance
and a residual belief in the individual
it’s comical and topical
and just like Meghan all our DNA is tropical
we could overcome any obstacle
if we just weren’t so greedy
needy, weedy and sleazy
soon to be wheezy

there’s panic on the streets
and panic at the disco
panic in London and San
Fran
Sisco
and while there’s trivia
there are bombs in Syria
Iraq and Libya
Umbongo umbongo
they don’t drink it in the Congo
they steal all the wealth, it’s a place you just won’t go
what do YOU know?

there is hope, you can cope.
you’re an amazing, blazing miracle.
how do i know? because I am an oracle!
i’ve been diabolical
but now i’m unstoppable
there’s gold in our souls
dream it, it’s possible

the explanation

the explanation
is that you chase sensations
with no hesitation
there’s no track without stations
no creator without creation
no saving without wasting
or displacer without displacement

in your interior and exterior
there are more bacteria
than human cells
a walking ecosystem
a solid, sticky gel

a brain
where they say your thoughts are contained
the interface
that calculates your fall from grace
one human face
one new man race

it’s all atoms and collisions
one giant tickling decision
right down to the quarks, the sparks
that influence each other across the dark
space

time ticks by
the fluttering wings of the fly
the memory of that guy
the mystery of I
why does I not want to die?

Crucifix

Believe what you read

Two weeks ago I found some weed

It just appeared.

I thought “this is weird”

I smoked it and got the fear.

As I get older,

And less bolder,

I cant decide if I have bipolar.

The world is colder.

Who is the controller?

Yesterday I had a fit

Are you getting all of this?

Is there something that you missed?

Is this more psychosis?

I was feeling kind of miffed

It’s been so long since I was kissed.

But yesterday…

I found a crucifix.

On the floor.

It definitely isn’t mine.

On the floor near the vacum cleaner.

Jesus, my sweetest redeemer.

It definitely isn’t mine.

And nobody has been round.

Since I last cleaned the ground.

So how does it exist?

Can objects just appear?

Like the weed, this is weird.

But for someone who has always chased the belief.

That he was some kind of holy, chosen chief.

For someone who, since he was seventeen.

Has entertained the idea that he had seen things nobody else has seen.

And been to astral realms where nobody else has been.

Been followed by demons and devils in his dreams.

And thought he knew it all but it turned out to be steam.

That evaporated, leaving hatred and deeds unclean.

For that kind of man, it can.

Still seem like a plan.

That would take infinite lives to understand.

My conclusion is confusing.

It’s my life I’ve been losing.

While forgotten friends are boozing,

Or cruising to the beach.

I’ll be reminiscing over the danger of mania.

When I was crazier.

When everything was in reach.

Release the cats

In the future when all is well
When it doesn’t smell
Of sizzling flesh,
Of death
When even Steven is vegan
When everyone is vegan
When meat is treason

The last cows are allowed

To live out their days in hay

And the pigs do the same in muck

Separated so they don’t fuck…

The posters will go up
The campaigning will begin
Right and exact
You are required, by law
To release your cat
No matter how much he begs
To be let back in the house
He must now subsist on self caught mouse
The dogs are ok
The dogs they can stay
The dogs are clever
They can eat grains
But the cats must return to the outside
No more milk, no more free rides
Because cats are killers
They need meat to survive

everywhere I look

everywhere I look
people are stuck
to wires and screens
what happened to books?
what happened to just not giving a fuck?
and looking out of the window.

social media is a lever
designed with lies that causes seizures

it’s good for friends
it’s good for travelling
human beings are unraveling
people can’t think, recall information
forget about concentration
chase the rainbow of sensation
show the world your creation
release your thoughts into the chamber
argue with crazy strangers
or are they agents?
the puppy, the fear, the danger
dopamine rearranger