Staked in Canary Wharf

committed to root out funding extremists,
emboldened by Donald Trump’s war dance,
Saudis and allies blockade Qatar,
shining light on a tiny nation.

Harrods, the Shard and Chelsea Barracks,
she bathes in swathes of capital.
but isolated, naked, critical investments
prompts London to ogle possibilities.

 

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/business/2017/03/17/qataris-london-queen/

Dwellers On The Sea

Sandgrown’uns
don’t make the arduous trek to Blackpool
between the Ribble and Wyre estuaries
sea-bathing to cure afeared ills.

From all over they come.
The sudden influx of visitors
on scorching summer days and
Illuminations time.

This is understandable,
for this town became the first municipality
in the WORLD (yes the first!) to turn
street lights on + a brand new promenade.
The ‘working class’ people flocked
and marveled at this wonder.

But these pretty lights
would ultimately become flickers
in the darkness for Las Vegas
this is not!

& when the revelers depart,
leaving their black pool of chaos behind &
the hotels empty: Blackpudlian dwellers,
my girlfriend and I,
curse the blessing as we natter
away in the George Hotel on Central Dive,
sorry – Central Drive.

Blackpool, United Kingdom

An Esoteric Secret

That sperm cell dwelling in semen entrapped
In a viscous fluid in the penis tract
of such of those evolved.

Others journey seeking the other side
but only if specifically discharged.

Semen related to Shem?
Shem seized then presumed inheritance –
the heritage

Scheming to fuse, binding his with Hams
To secure a succession
of organisms to rule

Earth saw this, using sequencers
That set inferior, people fed poison
conditioned to die with no energy –

conned by ciphering sorcery
and beaming the opposition radioactive ways.
My Able brother?

Descendants of Cain now flourish
in high office craftily manipulating law.
Look brothers and sisters!

See the radiance
of Nachash’s glow on their faces.

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Inimical Telegnosis

Inimical Telegnosis
Inimical Telegnosis

solitary I sit
in a dimly lit room.

heard bawling and wailing
as barrel bombs dropped
from the
rabid sky.

fathers scamper round.
mothers clasp their frantic hands
as soldiers approach,
toxic tears streaming down

I watch the vision
on their faces.
catch the child squealing.
the building crumbled to the ground:

the dispossessed
fleeing the horror. the rage and
storm of battles terror moving in
on the refugees…

ἁψίς The Supermoon

An apsis (Greek ἁψίς, gen. ἁψίδος)  @MchaleMorris
An apsis 
@MchaleMorris

4.5 billion years the Earth formed
after Theia,
Luna was traumatically born
a natural satellite destined.

a product of this antiquated toil
are sons and daughters of the soil.
they made my breakfast this morning
with help from the illusionist.

are you familiar with harvest moon?
it’s light to the field
the Old English call “belewe mōna.”
I look up and scan the cloudy sky

time granted on limited lease
I monitored and marvelled
at this once in a blue moon
event

but it’s not new –
even Julius Ceasar paid homage to Maria,
but this one is ‘unusual’
for ἁψίς appeared in synchronous rotation

almost kissing the Earth,
appearing bold, bright and easy
to see but not to deduce
for at moments it was hiding

and when publicly illumined
it did not look blue at all.
in fact colour has nothing to do with it.
the “Blue Moon”

a travesty of man’s editing,
a bespectacled intellectual’s plaything
for all the full moons have names, proto-
types laid by the Algonquins. Who?

An apsis (Greek ἁψίς, gen. ἁψίδος) @MchaleMorris
An apsis 
@MchaleMorris

FOOTNOTE

January: the Wolf Moon,

February: the Snow Moon,

March: the Worm Moon,

April: the Pink Moon,

May: the Flower Moon,

June: the Strawberry Moon,

July: the Buck Moon,

August: the Sturgeon Moon,

September: the Harvest Moon,

October: the Hunter’s Moon,

November: the Beaver Moon,

December: the Cold Moon.

Old Shoes

I seal up the mouth and buckle my brogues, then rush south over perforated ground.
I seal up the mouth and buckle my brogues, then rush south over perforated ground.

I seal up the mouth and buckle my brogues
Then rush south over perforated ground.
Micro-organisms crumpled under weight as
‘The Sun’ aligned soles beneath hurried feet.

Amid the blue mass birds gracefully glide,
Machines fly by with their whirring hearts.
Zebras run over at speed on the crossing
As coloured men flash us along ‘The Curry Mile.’

Through the cast iron gate we stroll in late.
Two lions sit dumb at the entrance faking roars.
My chums depart for Art down the musty corridors.
Art? I am barred, so entered the Common Room.

Touché was swinging rubber bat after Beadle.
Jerome cracked balls with his thin wooden cue
And by the mega window overlooking school fields
Thick girls were bogling to the stereo’s tune.

Ping Pong ball smashes beyond the player’s reach.
I chased it, not a problem, then Lo! and Behold!
The stitching ripped loose and the girls point
aaahhh! My brogues rap the vocals to the ragga beat.

Mother bought them not for me to talk in.
That’s why I shut them up in the morning.
But all afternoon they ate a subtle dust,
I was choking in Mr War’s woodwork class.

The fat lady rings the ding-dong at four.
I stealthily journey to Halle Square on heels.
And ducking the wide eye of Big Brother’s view,
Sssssh! up the sleeve slips a strong super-glue.

Heat Wave

Sweat envelopes her...
Sweat envelopes her…

Sweat envelopes her
Undraped by the sea
A shade degree
Higher than before

Like a naked Queen
Publicly disrobed
She sucks in sustained
Tropical air

Her black hair soaked
She flaps her breasts down
With light cotton blouse –
She cannot keep her

Pink pale legs still,
Her brain to bubble cool –
Licking her ice cream
Uncomfortable

Disrupted by a squabble
Of scavenging Gulls
And peering eyes that scan
Under a lumined sun.