Flame of Consciousness

Stretching out ahead

Vast narrow wind

Stringy path – goat tracked

Grass matted like my hair at the back when I can’t be bothered to comb.

Poke holes in soil

Dampness

Dew in the morning on the “washing” line

Granted

I’m an adder, swishing through, coiling up

Slow worm

Slow wyrm

A letter and I have wings and claws and

legend gold

Fear inciter (twisted)

Blowing up bin-breath

Antisocial hoarder of things that mean different to me.

A magpie value

Scrooge McDuck Dragon whip my tail and yawn, as you creep past me

Heart pounds

My great yellow eye pierces your body,

Drop in fear and I make you dance, twirling dolly with scaled fingers,

Black glinting talon twirls.

Scar in the lair – you can be Rowan Atkinson’s blue bird

I love myself – I keep telling myself that, I think it helps

I think I’m gonna fix my computer

or try.

The webcam’s broken,

I’ll read my poems to the camera and feel like a movie star,

A bland movie star with a northern accent.

“Nice teeth movie star”,

“Well thanks, my love.”

I wasn’t allowed braces coz they weren’t bad enough so shut your damn mouth.

Nah, I’m joking – I’m alright.

I might let my hair grow out a bit first though, I’ve just had it cut and I look like a budgie that’s just had a sock thrown at it.

 

 

Ooooooo (Horror ooo)

Swollen heads and black eyes

Vacant and cruel

Wobbling toddlers without mercy

Probing waxy fingers

Beckon,

Expressionless narrow mouth set in grey

Bulbous head atop sympathetic frailty.

Limited imagination in our consciousness creates

Alien cliches.

How long have we been falling back on vampires for?

They’ve been “sexy”, they’ve been Gollum Nosferatu

Long in the tooth blood-sucker.

Please mate.

Frigging werewolves again

Prowling around in their tartan,

Classic mirror scene seeing the beast within

Oh the horror,

The imaginable, overdone horror.

Monsters who blend in,

Vacuous gases threaten,

Illness, bacteria, death embodied.

Fear is a creeping darkness

In context.

Little girls with discordant chimes and knives,

Standing over the safe place – the bed, the intrusion of it all,

The relative vulnerability of the sleeping figure and the loomer poised to take violent action.

The suspense of a hand on one’s shoulder, chilling.

Strange.

Literally anything can be scary, if there’s enough of them, or very few –

Just the wrong amount.

Puppy – lovely.

Skip full of puppies – scary.

Fly – OK, mildly gross shit eater.

Drawer full of flies – disturbing.

Forest – normal, only potentially frightening

One singular tree growing through a house or out of someone’s face – well, you get the idea.

An idea can make anything uncanny, I’m looking at jars now, The jars on my brother’s shelf – they’re filled with seeds, and grains and things.

But imagine if they were filled with souls, or eyeballs, or whole worlds and the power to shake the world consumed someone and drove them to a frightening place where they became the voyeur of the jar people,

a little god, and they did experiments and felt the guilt but carried on, and took it out on the innocent jar people and crushed them.

Then that’d be scary-

Or it could be scary, with the right filming and the right acting,

(Grimace in the right place,

Play up that moral struggle and settle on what no one wants you to do)

the right lights and unnerving music.

I wrote this before bed, how silly of me. Typical.

Sickening behaviour by the protagonist once again.

Pause

Magical tags

Let me know where to go

I flick through the pages

I like to be doing ten things at once,

Multiple screens keep me feeling busy

Tabs, windows, pages, pens,

Pause that, Play this.

I sit on my bed controlling,

Here I have agency

When I drop them,

Put them on the floor and stare into the black mirror

I’m only myself and my feelings in the bed.

Internet Culture – Peace

Where does one go when Nihilism becomes cliche?

Internet cliche.

Nihilistic memes.

Trends pulse and pop.

Do you remember when everyone was into sloths?

Then unicorns.

Buy plastic pastels

Rainbows.

Sparkly notions dreamlike.

Then you get the backlash, the opposite fashion

Black nails again.

Mermaid time

Pearlescent greens and blues

Seashell pink,

Narwhals.

We need things to suck up our sickness,

Rolling ideas gain traction

And become popular.

Cats are a constant.

The places we escape to are only so original

We can help each other find sanctuary.

Share, spread the good word.

Things grow and curl around our culture,

Become our reality.

Almost infinite complexity that we’re wrapped up in and made of.

I work to understand my own beliefs and where they come from, I’m certain of little, although I’ve learnt so much,

I want to be a gentle generation.

I want us to do the right thing.