comm.unity
con.tests
rest in pieces
***
picnics of knickers
'n nickles ‘n dimes ‘n crimes
find the time flying on auto pilot
with passengers staring
at revelation stations
***
“BELLY THINKING”
“scene three” “the nothing factor” the wolf declares:
“we are entering. through – the – unknown -
door – in – our – hearts – breakdance – ‘n -
breakdown – fear – factor – trinity -
printed – money – splintered – bunny -
funny – curried – flavour – fan – of -
grizzly – scene – cavebat – ratty.” “cut!”
[bear hugs all round]
[cocktail laughing flow]
[it's the end of the show]
“reality – byte – shutdown – shut – up – infinity -
'n – build – a – hut” boomed the bulkhead overhead
“or riverboat, with – no – words – spoken,
cause dem – got – broken” added the puff adder
“from overuse – ‘n – abuse over ocean – ‘n – land,” muttered the snail
“sandman . is . absent . today” voiced the void, with nothing in particular on her / his mind.
[it was difficult turning the actors off]
***
midway
between smelly socks and soapy dishes
a nude image
cat walks through a crack in the mind
base drum desire beats
the senses senseless
inti bubblin mud ‘n
fire rising higher ‘n higher plop! plop!
drops of water fall from a metal tap bombing
stainless steel forks in a sardine run gunning
sharks and their mind games
contemplating silvery nirvana in a collective
[in rhythm, rhyme + time]
across social spectrum
no more need for inspection
the insects salvage the broken remains
of yet another materialistic vexation
top heavy lightweights knocked out senseless
from bling bling over weight baggage
and no fuel for the chartered plane
destined for god knows where
‘cause it all da same scene
going down pills ‘n thrills
basement blues nuclear family bombed
hand made crews desperately
paddle with no view
this new experience breaking through
cycling violence
around the poisoned water well
consciousness screams beneath
the veil of horrors “all is well!”
just before the break of dawn
***
space age girl
roamin streets
empty of
anything
full of everything
confusion at a stop sign
“come home with me” murmers
the voice within
without sacrifice
lost in space
(spaceship earth)
***
future liveshock
bull ring smackdown
ladders stalking
snake legs ‘n fluffy fires
high on desire
o dire
***
(“the end of the month” blues/dub/rock band of frogs ‘n insects)
“pay days over” said spice
“in the money funny farm” replied ginger
“eating bunnies” spluttered lemon
“hot as hell” burped the oven
“all those wasted days” lamented the house wife
“not really” replied the curry
“all comes down to the experience, mon”
the bread felt more reassured
as she was becoming rare and expensive
“meat to wheat to heat no eat”
she exclaimed, with a worn, leathery expression
on her brown skin
“at least weno longer murder animals”
croaked the frog from underneath
the turning table
“that's ‘cause there ‘aint no more animals, except
u froggy guys ‘n da insects ‘n all” spluttered
the fire curry, orange blossoming flowery powery
energies radiating through the atmosphere
“scales of balance between joy and tragedy”
said the spider, walking off
to conduct yet another silken web of
food security.
***
dubai babel tower
braai ‘n civil war
Sweet ‘n sour microchipped sauce
For identification crisis
***
stop the drone
rally around his throne
and phone home
under the sacred home
***
fickle trickle economix tricks
sticks ‘n stoned banker
frankfurter burpers for one
out of ozone in the zone
without a public telephone
vandalized by speculators
and apathetic spectators
in the filthy pigsty of a
shocked exchange
***
frustration stations wailing factions
no music playing on this straying string of cats
cracked up
bred out by inhouse fightin ‘n
banana diet coke ‘n rama
'n no rules
clogged black smoke fuel out
industrial dust no more sensation
shaken by tectonic forces breathing heavy metal
“out of the house!” shouts mother
the fieldmice scuttled away hop-hip-hop
so they could see another day
***
stolen solution pollution
fossilized dinosaurs on heat
flashy red fred
searching for a babe
blessed on her feet
thirsty for more
glossy pink ‘n
raptured love in the sink
***
disobedient children running amok in the pall mall
of stalled development
crawling credit red dread spiders web catches sticky
selfishnessfor tonights dinner
while below, fed-up hamster wheels squeek of laboratory stench
'n sledgehammer wrench / circus crisis management on the bench
while mother earth vents ash
on crashed currencies offshore
ultraviolet storms
off the radar screen / closing down
the final scene
into a dream
***
upside down
veils
sealing the con
pretending in a drama of shell fish chips
hell bent on burnin the curtain call
forgetting the real scene
loosing the word
[apocalypse now]
***
***
[the barbarians last stand]
violence ‘n violence on violence spinning
no licence for the thrill
so ill
washing machine rincing
a soiled nappy
spent rotten pistols
pumping empty veins
winking at the pimp babes at the gates
***
flashing mad media headlights ‘n coke lines ‘n
dust settlers cover the grain
into homogenous grey fluff
stuffed
mushed brain for breakfast fear factor
'n ploughing tractor on biofuel farts televised
speculative bull runs
trampling spanish onlookers eager for a siesta bzz!
fast break to breaking news flash
“stash of cash burnt to ash!”
crashing glass falls from the ceiling
as the telephone rings up a new song
smashing the atmosphere
into pockets of fear free air
***
dem finished
all da fireworks
'n coal ‘n nuclear fallouts
now we can talk
'n maybe demma listen for once
in a blue moon
with da cows comin home
at long last
***
star disaster zone [morning live TeaVee]
groans of boats capsizing
under the weight of da gold standard
stranded on an island with cannibals
left overs from survivor games
in what was left of Paradise lost
lot turns to salt rockin da boat
yet again we turn back da clock
'n hit da rocks!
***
i now realize
that karl marx was
a modern day prophet
we turned our backs
no nature with industrialization
and now she is turning on us.
the future is agri-culture
***
every three weeks we line up
in da bank to pay the bills
spills thrills kills the pocket
of small change [32 silver cons]
bled dry and stuck in the wheel
turning faster and faster
musical chairs for overpopulated fun fares
scares the kids
as the parents default on the payments
pavement blues ravage the nation
rationed to a point of no return
lotto plot madness
one in a few million gonna make it
break it ‘n fake it
“get off the grid!” beckons the lab dog
panting from all the ranting
[paint the dog red]
(dread)
***
un.fair world
manmade China
a mammoth charging
small mice trying to get by
on a few scraps
of smelly cheese
“fair game” said the hunter
shooting up the place
what a disgrace
“where's the grace?” bemoaned a pensioner
trying to get high
on a few hits
of smelly breeze
”fleas has taken over the scene” burped the
fat man
“please” … said the fleas in unison,
“it all going up in smoke, bloke!”
***
storm hits headlines
“picket fences complainin bout tis ‘n dat
while moma earth flop from dis
pollushaan ‘n mix it toxic solushaans”
hits before storm headlines
society pretending ‘n bending
da road rage rules
cadalac cardbury cruisers ‘n crews
ignore da vital scene (heart throb
crewing da oil cud)
before storm hits headlines
“1939 all over again”
worldwide slide
“all the roadsigns vanished”
“muttered the captain, [onboard
the nuclear submarine, Hello, whilst
watching it crash into the statue
of liberty.”]
***
machine rumble in the urban jungle
to no-where
air ‘n no roots
“starvation station”
mused the joker to his wife
whilst prancing his best dance
***
break . of . dawn .
comin . after . eve
of destruction .
say . grace …
***
(Rub a dub stylie song) (in da background)
the final : expersso manuscripto et al
1. dig a hole and plant a tree (or yourself)
2. dig up moretarmac and plant mielies ‘n hemp
3. slow down and do nothing for 48 months
(including washing the dog and the cats)
stop traffic and inform them of the rights of
ants underneath the tarmac, so dark and well, dark)
“it a dark tale” muttered the judge
“oxtail soup snoop da dog doo
breakdown breakdance hall dub a rub
tubs of water flowing rhythms ‘n beats
interlude b4 disaster strikes noon
on our breasts beatdown blues
oil bankers fade out
to love divine
ya know”
(the end of the transcript between
the judge and the polytishaan
on the merits of merit eksê)
“a rant and a pant” – the Dailt Mesmerizor
“a fart” – the Chicago Depth Chargers
a “misery” – Fart linc. Pty.teflon. phone lined madness.
***
Town ‘n Country Try
“free as a fly”
“I donna wanna bee no fly!”
“just trying to bee human
an that tuff enuff!
brewing three ships tea, out
on some insane mission to
Zion , within the recesses of
da heart, me shipmates
calm waters at long last!
(although it would be grand
getting a genuine back rub
'n hug as da general chaos
is wear ‘n tear ina da
trenches ona da frontline -
(urban jingle jangle jungle)
(scrum down scramble)
[concrete screams in the beam]
***
a stream of righteous water
washing the omo away
say? come again? another day?
of careless bliss! away from
mission impossible possible.
missile launchers melt into da
background (henchmen shadows)
fear no more (sigh) [back
with the dogs [gods]]
hairy legs speak: “volumes”)
***
smitten memory slurped
Limited service [beep]
No service [bee]
Battery hom [be]
everything go slow so slow so low
in a long row in the check out
flight have a lovely fight
in Afghanistan Prince Harry Potter
shot up beanstalks frightened
no reception no party arty
no connection green party farty
misdirections sms intentions [zapped]
so called new year I old
testament goat sacrifice
crispy skin with hair sizzled
[battery dead] fred said: “another
useless plastic smellphone
hangs loose in a pocket of
redundant thought patters.”
***
fart art party rocket launcher
megadrive flopped war zone
economy me me me me ‘n
me mice me parrot fashion
statement mint breath polyfarter
trickster flickster muckster mr.
twister say nothing just do do
be do do bee doo doo do eksê.
***
(ya-hoo!)
seeking attention
heat seaking missle attack
drama queens and fallen kings
sing melodies o bush fire
burnt out voices strain
through the downpour of rain
(downpipes overloaded with shit
from all the gossip and
scandle in the dead heat
race of socialites biting dust
with cream scones and tea
for two busted farmworkers)
[drained from the hype]
***
alarm! clock cock cockroach!
muse the fuse
red or yellow? flowers of
cables ‘n cars ‘n tables ‘n tablets
'n neuron overload downloads
e mail grey morning daze
“good morning” spoke the computer
in a texas accent, trying to sound
friendly ‘n familiar liar!
this aint family around the
breakfast cereal no way
the eggs are
burned! Who set off that damn
hardware?!
wearing thin
this back engineered
carbon copy techno stuff
watering itself down
the toilet seat
***
street names where veld once was
echo distant memories of freedom
where there was no ownership
“own a ship?!” screeched the parrot, high up on moral ground
skip the line overboard to the mighty ocean
pumping like a modern toilet for our redemption
“the earth has been carved up like a billion times!
crumbs of cake for the masses!” howled the hyena,
low on moral sound (flip the switch to far over
the rainbow into white light bedazzled superstar humans huwomans existing.)
***
(bird rap nap slap in the face for the music
industry dust busted ghost pops greasy fingers of
fish mashed up water fronts for elite butter
from Switzerland smeared on rich brown bread
squatting next to the tourist hut so ethno bongi
banzai economy value pack of donkeys ‘n
fools giggling at local
margarine screams on the rocks of third world whiskey)
***
[baptized pagan gun totting youth beat
news at nine (fine ja nou fine) time up tune in
drop out mix up chemical peoples reaping grapes
for wine ‘n song so wrong rings the clockface on
the cracked wall bullet ridden goats ‘n chickens
moan about lack of food on the flow left over
right under their snotty noses poked fun at
ray gun crime fight might succeed global flop
crop of miniature temptation apples smelling
of namaqualand daisies in spring]
***
grime waves of smelly ol socks
stain the carpet
ants beneath evacuate
to neighbouring planets
that don't have doom or supermarkets.
***
“our reliance on technology is
frightening” announced the
lightning rod to the fisherman's
net as he was hauling up 10
tons of sardines onto his boat.
the mask and mast collapsed in
a mega-flop at the sight of
lightning rod, who was the best
in his field of quotations outta
nowhere, devoid of any knowledge
of the sms that hovered nearby
his frequency. “We should be One
with Nature, not fighting against her.”
whispered the alley cat stuck in
the netting after having been
tempted at helping herself to a
few fish. The sms boomed out from
the atmosphere: “Help the trapped cat”
whereupon rod struck a note
for the naughty net of trapped
cat ‘n fish. “What's going on
here?!” spoketh the fisherman …
***
culture vultures
cast black hat shadows
over stray cats skillfully
buskin
busted rhymes to hunchback
hyenas
community to the
musical kill
***
break of dawn. comin.
after. eve. of.
destruction. say. grace..
_
mixinsex 666 sick ‘n
slick ‘n switched 2
polytrick stick
-
ur.ban jungle
Machine rumble
flying sparks bounce
off da wailin wall a
prayin
-
no one must tell i
poetry is a quickie
lookin at 2a4 ink
waste 4 ‘glued
eyelids cut ‘n paste
da stench of waste.'
version 5. well done
ship wreckers ‘n mail
quacks in boilin ink
wells of resilient
resistance against
evil empires.
-
fast track 2012
smash up da fascist
symmetry into
zillions of fractled
lotus petals oozing
pure zing tings
-
“no time left or right”
end time past future presently assembled
before the United Nations and delivering the winged speech
on go-slow principles in order that we may all save
our earth.” no time! left! sight! fight! right, mighty mice, on we go!
the colonel ordered the men on, but they
were busy undressing and running away to fight another day
they were gonna have nothing to do with this bullshit
called war. rather they felt to save their earth by
starving themselves to death which horrified the general
population who was having a difficult time mobilizing
the troops of brave sodier ants. who were on strike
matches the whole scene gonna go up in flames ‘n awards
***
”Rampant Inflation on Creation”
overpopulation regulation frustration
desperation misery “cull cull cull”
to under a billion cries mother earth
as the she vents a few earthquake rock
volcano lavar ash sky befokked up
for a while. But she survives the
cancer of humans killing her off.
the survivors better not repeat the
madness of treating her as a
resource in da future; “ah, what
we learn from history is that we
learn nothing from history.” da human
need to grow up. ‘n fast! Fasting
from consumption of shit ‘n piss
for food ‘n drink. “stop everything!”
said a cockroach from under the
bed springs which were making a
hell of a noise and waking up
her 3 million little babies who were
now suddenly very hungry.
***
polytricks following
economix to a grave
brave hearts run away
far away from the hole
in the pocket
rock band making a noise
for a career movie
doomed by the zoom lens
and a large overhead boom
[“broomsticks burn again
in barbaric flames”]
***
[outer zone bone marrow
supersoul home sick blues]
out of bounds ‘n hounds
flashing white teeth razors ‘n
grey hair overcoats drenched
in morning drizzle
fizzle out work ethics ‘n
tickets to slavery “every three
weeks yo gotta pay da
rent da bills, da pills; ‘n all
da spills” groaned the
bull frog, with a billion tadpoles
to feed.
***
[sheep mentality]
tea broken
china pieces
dead oceans
jokerman missing on deck
all hands grab at the stash
of flash cash
worthless paper burnt
microcrispy
for digital economix it up
scratching dogs ‘n cats
fat loads shed in an instant
savings gone on holidaze
lazy days ahead
fly time blues
aah, veggies comin up!
“water, lights, action!”
***
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