OUT THE WINDOW

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journalism, philosophical, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, postmodern, satire, simulation, The Matrix, Truth, writing

OUT THE WINDOW
“You are a slave, Neo”.

saw you
take pride of
place
commenting, pontificating
trying to
connect
what happening in the polls
with what you
see
on the television
in
the television

cola and the blue pills
going down

the words out your mouth
horribly inadequate
blue-
pill betrayal in
favour of the simulation’s
simulation’s
flavour
of
the month

and there goes
journalism
for a
ball
of chalk

and there goes
ontology — out the window

HOLOGRAM

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Humanity, identity, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry

HOLOGRAM

viewed as a
machine
I’m definitely
breaking down

viewed as a
hologram, a projection
from a
reality composed of
multiple dimensions

then my
image is fading

today I notice
my right arm j
disappearing, soon
it will be gone

no longer will
I be able to
write all
those many
many
many things

nobody takes time
to read

SLICK

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comic, Creation, Light, loneliness, metapoetic, Mirror, philosophical, philosophy, poem, poetry, poststructuralist, relativity, science, Stars, Universe, wordplay, writing

SLICK

in a galaxy
far, far away

another you reading
another me
writing

bored
out of
our tiny minds

it’s something to do
with parsecs and
light-speed

alternate universes and
the mathematical possibility
of mirrors
that this
drab little poem
has garnered the status
of cosmic joke
slick
as a
Cheshire
cat’s mind

MY KARMA

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philosophical, poem, poetry, The Matrix

MY KARMA
“Fate, it seems, is not
without a sense of irony.”
“The Matrix”

the Universe, considerately,
polished the floor
before polishing the floor with me

danced on my grave
but did
bring flowers

pulverized, annihilated,
caramelized:
had to
invent new words
to deal with
what was
done to me

whereupon,
skyped all the women
too gorgeous by far for me
to tell me I lost, was
badly defeated,
in a variety of languages
in their different
regional accents

my eyes closing finally
at that music to
(at least) my ears
ringing
in my battered ears

DREAM SOFTWARE

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Dream, Matrix, philosophical, poem, poetry, universe is a sublimation

DREAM SOFTWARE

bought some
dream software

loaded it
on my
hard drive

did not have
the right
graphics card
or motherboard

unfortunately
the dream
or
dreamer
died
(hard to
tell, as
the sage
did say,
the
difference
once inside)

DELICIOUS

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death, fish, Global warming, horoscope, Humanity, meaning, mythology, Nazi, philosophical, poem, poem poetry political moral, Poet, poetry, postmddern, poverty, power, Reader, satire, sea, simulation, South Africa, spiritual, Universe, Water, Water power astrological, wordplay, writing

DELICIOUS
(at Ocean Basket, 6/6/2019)

depression
recession
world heading back
to the 30s

I eat my designer
fish and chips whilst
the world goes crazy
channeling inner fascist
like some
scab on the planet

it’s my day for reading
birth charts and
you are all
Scorpio Capricorn Scorpio

so deep water sign and
high mountain goat we go
whilst the Universe
simulates whim, cons as
if capricious

so much to write about but
the pen seems hardly willing, battling
undertow, inertia
up in the clouds you
know it
is death zone but
the age pulls this trick
that there
is no spiritual narrative
may not be
a summit

one falls into space when
opening up to expectation

see: the pen
has written something

and the fish
is delicious

IN

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Consciousness, poem, poetry, simulation, Universe

IN

consciousness
is a nested doll

and we slip (skip)
from one
simulation
to another

not noticing
how the sky in
this simulation
is exactly same blue,
turquoise or
purple

secret of our past
in this configuration

secret here
of our future too
(headspace needed
to take

each Universe
in

K99B

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Capitalism, Consciousness, cyberpunk, Dystopia, erotic, Humanity, identity, Life, meaning, Metaphor, philosophical, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, postmodern, poststructuralist, satire, science fiction, Sexual, Sexual innuendo

K99B

“buggier than batshit”
Philip K Dick

downtown Tokyo
(not sure if it was TOKYO B66
or TOKYO C67)
a drug-addled psychic
grabbed me
said “listen, bitch
godda gedda grip”

then disappeared
(magic being the
art of
pure distraction)

and so
they were throwing Jesus bombs
up and down the street
would like to say
that for you, my dear,
I caught and saved one

but it wouldn’t be true
not even
mythologically
certainly
not spiritually

and as for me and you, is
there any truth more questionable
than ones we
presume sexual?

(Nietzsche and Bukowski’s ghost-like grins
signalling approval
I shoe them away
no time for dead prophets
or
homeless people)

before long they had latched onto me
sex-selling Androids, because I fit the profile
(nothing capitalism cannot do
when it finds its
imagination)
and of course, retina-scanning my memory
then all
shapeshifted accordingly, enterprisingly
into form quite like you

same eyes, hair voice and
obviously skin colour

but as for
more intimate details, well
then I’d have to
ransack my account, push up
debts payable

and what fun is it really
what joy in the afterglow

cuddling with steel and fiberglass framed
as binary equation?

advertisements for this that and the other
as room-sized holograms, projected, freely given

somewhere someone
having had a huge brain-wave
regarding those on the edges
margins of
the system
how they
might be brought home, brought in
to the centre, the heart
be perfectly aligned

this
in downtown Tokyo or
Detroit or
Johannesburg

Johannesburg D55
or K 99B

ON THE NEVUCHADNEZZAR

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poem, poetry, simulation, The Matrix

ON THE NEBUCHADNEZZAR

watched the
film
twelve,
thirteen times

swallowed
two bottles of red
pills:
maroon, scarlet
crimson

studied Baudrillard and
Sartre and
bullet time and
Kung Fu

Buddhist metaphysics
but none of it
would do

nothing to
show
still don’t know
how far the
rabbit hole
goes

)or if I
can squeeze through
a telephone
if it comes
the crunch

IF NEEDS BE

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Consciousness, death, philosophical, poem, poetry, simulation, universxas simulatoon, writing

IF NEEDS BE

let me slumber
try not to wake me

for that all-inclusive darkness
my only love, my true friend

let someone, something
I have never met and
would never want to
take and make
use, if needs be,
of my consciousness

just let me be
dissolved into the emptiness
molecule by molecule, atom
by atom

do not reanimate, or recall me,
with words to confide that
it was all a test, a simulation
that I was but
a character in a dream, a fiction,
a thing
with fourth wall
never alive
at all