She was more beguiling
than diamonds emerging from
ambush,
In her softened form,
glassy haze
reflecting the verdant pasture
of the dunghole scene.

She was a mandrax fiend
and in this screaming
Hendrix Christ head of mine
She appears
Eyes like sapphires, spears
Jewels clear as
moonlit firmanents

None of the
Dirt of Africa,
none of
its bloodshot malaise

So freakishly blue
they looked made up
of mesmeric hues.

the devil leaves the dumb ones

The devil leaves
the dumb ones alone
the battered millionaire,
the grove of the last artist.

This is the last of England
going down 
ignomoniously
its frightful to say,
Betjeman, you
dandy cock
its the last hurrah
we love you
keyjammin'
in your womb of
ambiguity

2001

2001
It's a great year
For a country to
Capitulate
America the great
The gleaming white
Senate
In bloom
The fulcrum of
The wheel
Ball bearings loosen
The Capital cannot hold
Now wobbles Horribly
greatness scattered
Its nobility in particles.

A flower dethroned,
Scurrying seed to the wind.

house full of books

House full of books
Is where He lived
with his Beer and
Occasional girlfriends,
Cigarettes and computers
While outside,
Faith in numbers
Grinds everything
To ugliness

He meditates on
The rooftop
Amidst chimney pots,
empty wine bottles
And carrion birds
rinsing their scavenged
Paprika chicken
In the rain puddles.
On the horizon
They're still building
great leering shards
Apoplexy architecture with
nowhere to go

In his minds eye
Silence, for a
shimmering moment
Before the cocaine
cacophony of
two penny trash-can
music, falling
Economies
The cracking entrophy
Of the flesh.

Below, wailing drunks
Won't care if
They die under
bulldozers or gentrification
He meditates
An epic pathos
Dead skin cells billowing
like ribbons on the Wind
Then, grey nothing
Only pulse remnants of light
behind his closed lids
He senses
In lonely bookshops
The sluice gates of Pity
open
As pointless as
aid for africa or
roman legions
In hollywood

Hydra Exile

Pleasant here
Peasants there
Massaging one's feet
And it's so discreet
A charmed retreat
Trad Gallic verse,
And the girls are perverse

Bad Euro = Single European Supermall

This is it. perfect democracy -  expressed perfectly in the global banking system. Anyone anywhere can be a banker. Democracy has topped itself. The Global banking system in its purest form is, in abstract, a hornblast for democracy.  The essential nature of global banking is the realm of inhuman, non-human digital, fairly impersonal nature and therefore quite entirely democratic because no discrimination can enter between the financial equations and transactions. Hooray for the de-mos.

You almost heard it here first:  Solution to the euro crisis - Central European Government, Brussels takes all. Get in on the game now. Superstate. Its like a supermarket, all under one umbrella. Possible bad news for individuals, cultures. "Member states will be protected..".  Post WW2 European union was leading to no borders, then one currency, now, the obvious conclusion, One Government.  Ciao. Conspiracy nuts have been on a masterplan nurtured by "the Bankers".  News just breaking...Merkal wants 'fiscal unity'.  One bank. One Europe. Divide and Conquer, but call Reich Four, 'unity'.  Ingenious.  I design supermalls on google sketch in my spare time. I will shop it around.

Affinity for the Ape

CONCENTRATING on how well we can run in relation to an ape is demeaning to
the ape and aggrandizing of human physiological achievement.  Watching the first episode of "the Origins of Us" (BBC2, presented by the eminently qualified young Dr. Alice Roberts), we never hear of how well an ape can tree swing/climb compared to us, but what is trumpeted in the programme is
how we  'evolved' the ability to run (including a lot of close ups of Dr. Roberts buttocks movement's as she is analysed on a treadmill) and left our closest
relative, the ape in Africa 'behind' - with that the unspoken implication of how beneath us his ability to swoop through canopy is in comparison.  But our running/upright walking ability doesn't come over as such a great advancement when compared with the running abilities, for example, of dogs and cats. This of course isn't mentioned. Nor are the physiological aspects of sight, flight, ability to swim analysed in evolutionary terms.
Which mammal can boast the canopy gliding ability of the ape ?   Its an unparalleled specialism that far outweighs our supposed evolution to walk on hindquarters and jog.  

We can't fly, conserve energy, swim, see, smell, jump or listen as well as creatures - we don't live longest either- so what makes us so damn superior anyway? Not our ability to live well, certainly not our physiology.
We aren't particularly good at any one thing compared to the spectrum of creatures in nature, excepting the opposing thumb which enables us, supposedly through advanced tool making, to engage ultimately in abstract thought. But how many people can even do this properly ?  Few, the best of them can get a job with BP.

How well it has enabled us to live rather than merely propagate our specie on this planet to plague proportions is a pertinent topic for writers of non-fiction.   We live and engage badly with the world.

Optics are our greatest achievement. 
Medical science's methodical extraction and synthesis of what nature already provides, is not really invention at all. Optics are, whether tele or micro, the real impressive 'tool'.

(Specialist & Common Ancestor argument first encountered in Bjorn Kurten's 'Not from the Apes')