homo rejectus

it’s a tedious chore   and no mistake   around the houses   and home again   the whole rigmarole    a wasted journey   a tortuous trek   in an inclement season   but I’ll find myself    on some darkened street   soaked to the skin   but no worse for wear

 

I need a whole new bundle   to keep me on my feet   I’m winding ancient nightmares    between my dirty sheets    I got nothing left to bargain with   I’m on my fucking knees     my native electricity    has deserted me

 

I purchased naught for nothing   I’d like a refund please   these are times of want   in the chaos factory   I’m surrounded by tender tyrants    outflanked by awkward instance   I’m a hostage to necessity    and have captors to appease

 

I need a little something   added to my recipe   I require a magic bullet    to get me off my knees    so get me an extension   I’ll call for some assistance     to feed me psycho quackery    in the form of jelly beans

 

I’m not gonna tell you porkies    I was only ever as good   as   circumstance demanded   my virtue was a thin veneer    which obscured my need   there’s shit I’ll do    and there’s shit I won’t   but I feel less inclined    to go that extra mile    no    not for strangers   not for no cunt    for out of sight   is out of mind

 

I used to put it about   back when I had the tackle   but now I’m invitation only  and three square daily    the world is full of fools   present company excepted   we’re all just waiting    for nothing specific    we’re just waiting    it’s the game we all play  

 

my angle of inversion is acute    I waste a lot of time    concocting excuses    and orchestrating cancellations    I guess that’s no big secret   but what they don’t know    is that I’m the evolutionary response   to collective neurosis   the final adaption    the end of the line

 

all due consideration given    to the various permutations     I’ve cancelled my subscription     and turned my back    on the whole sorry scene   it’s time in life for a little radial mutation   I don’t know where that’s going    but I do know where it’s been

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COVID blue

 

COVID 19 was the catalyst that painted us blue   if you weren’t crazy before you sure are now   when I look outside    I see nothing    when I look inside    I see less    I’m on emotional lockdown   all is blank   and suffocating   my happiness is long overdue     another bus that won’t be coming soon

schizophrenic pandemic aggression   may hold us in a confinement beyond physical arrest   some minds will corrode with the loss of personal liberty    others might grow morbid and lonely    but I banquet on my own thoughts    and sing like a caged bird

oh lordy   don’t cut me no slack   I’m making no applications   for beneficiary status     I require no validation    from abstract strangers   or fawning supplicants    lead me not to redemption    but deliver me from   the tender mercies   of holy rollers   and curtain twitching   superintendent   do gooders

I’m your regular egoist   who recognises the limitations   circumscribed by charity   and I know that   sometimes you have to cut a sucker loose   before he drags you down   these are the days of pestilence and woe   my kettle’s on the boil    and my cup is overflowing   with final demands and hate mail   but you won’t catch me    counting any beads   I’d rather risk insolvency   than go on bended knees

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vox dei

 

I was certified ordinary at the lollipop factory    but an undetected defect seized me by the knackers     and I seen the god of babylon riding on his chariot    through the cooperative store    and I seen he had sharks eyes    cold and dead and joyless   and he was just a boy   a youth of eternal summer   but he made my blood run cold    I’d give that cunt a wide berth     but he’s the master of this world

I hid from him then    but I won’t be caged no more    I won’t play his bloody game    it’s my turn now to forge secrets   and manufacture a legacy   he kept us in the dark    but he forgot to hide the books     I’ve been a busy boy   I know all his secrets   he cannot chain my mind    with snake oil and magic lotions   so he can just dream on    because I can think for myself

all gods are false gods    there ain’t nothing behind the curtain     there are no wizards in Oz      all religions are man made    we crowned the god of babylon and we can bring him down      is that seditious?     am I laying a crime on your ears?     dummy up and  listen good     while I lift the veil from your eyes      the seditious are the only honest beings left   we will not live the lie    it’s something of a handicap    in a world where liars and charlatans are deified  

I was as distant from him as I could be    then I was plunged into darkness   on the 5:15    there was brief a spark of recognition    but it was swallowed by the inky black  and the god of babylon spake unto me      his first lie was epic   but his last was pathetic   I don’t judge   but I was never a believer  he was all transmission    how could he know what I was thinking?   that limp procession of falsehoods and threats bemused me    you don’t have to do that    not if you are a god      he smote me then    with instruments of my own devising    it took me a lunar year to scrape my arse off his shoe

sweet pilgrim you’d better beware    so many people around you are phonies    and you could be a phony too    and never know   there was a time you knelt in prayer   and the words were a comfort to you     now you suspect you were only talking to yourself    and that the god you built from old stories and wishful thought   has a veracious appetite     and he gorges on his makers day and night    that god is the fountain of all lies    and a parchment of your imagination

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babylon must burn

I’ve slaved my last for the combine    all babylon is sick of that murder machine those minions of the combine are always plotting   the combine commits crimes every day   like it’s nothing of consequence   because there are different rules for them   dog eat dog is their credo     money is their god    and greed is their religion

it’s the system that grinds us down    that system is called babylon  and babylon is owned by the minions of the combine     they steal our money for corporate gain    corruption drives babylon     it doesn’t serve the people     it only serves the minions of the combine

babylon is everywhere   and everywhere is babylon   babylon is the land of deceit     home of the slave     I plan to put on an iron vest     and lay babylon to waste   only blood is accepted and violence respected    by the minions of the combine   we will never chant down babylon    because babylon is ignorant   no  babylon won’t listen     so babylon must burn

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silence

I shall be nameless     for the moment    and mute    I shall keep my silence    and my silence will speak for me   if I were to speak   I’d speak like a child   if I were to sing    I’d sing like a raven      if I were to cry   I’d cry like a dove  

but I choose to remain silent   silence is my strength   if I spoke of silence now  I would be a killer   I would have murdered the thing I treasure   let me rest here forever   with the naked things   myself being myself  in silence

be silent now    our silence shall not betray us   I am a dragonfly   a moment that hovers    and remains too long    a sound stopped      a movement stifled for an eternity    you are a comet   a perfect bead    drawn between the stars   marking out infinity     with a single silent strand

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zeit

my most precious beings    are cosseted within my covid bubble   our ongoing collaborations    may be in breach of current guidelines    but none of us has tears in our eyes     everyone is bored shitless with confinement    and we are all busily cultivating new habits    I always find time    for the things that make me feel more alive      I’m on a learning curve    that sometimes finds me flat on my face   but I don’t let failure define me     failure is my catalyst   the impetus for change    

I have no idea where this road leads    at the moment the world is sick and people are dying     isolation has eaten into our hearts    and we all bleed for a little love   a loveless world is a dead world    this planet is just a soulless jail    a concrete zoo   where the inmates are denied love    through the mechanisms of indifference

we are sowing the seeds of ignorance    in a garden of evil    all evil stems from ignorance   well intentioned fools can do as much harm as malicious tyrants    the good outweighs the bad in most people     but most people are ignorant     and ignorance is our greatest vice    the most ignorant of people always think they know best    they even assume the authority of killers    because they are blind to the truth about love     

love is the cause of everything precious in life    but love never dies a natural death   love can be snuffed out in an accidental instant    murdered in a fit of jealous rage   smothered in an act of betrayal    or killed incrementally over years   eroded by resentment or disease   but love simply withers and dies in the face of indifference   because indifference is the antithesis of love   and indifference is the greatest enemy of life itself   your absolute nemesis requires only your inertia    that you simply cease to care    which shouldn’t prove too difficult    in these days of isolation and fear

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Catechism # 371

 

I pulled the plug           cut the chord          the dividends        were huge        I learned to breathe        to be myself      no more pretence       no more posturing        I renounce the instrumental       in most situations        I own my fear         if fear becomes me      when moved I cry        if tears are called for      I celebrate my     little triumphs      as treasures won         if they suit my      temperament      and they ain’t           too heavy       for me to carry

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