#NoPoo Book 1     An ode to Gabriel

The Great God Media




I shut my eyes
to gain more vision
ignorance does realise
within the inner window
our lives are compromised
spoon fed by all the media
to conquer self , divide
propagate the hate
within you .


Doom and gloom
all across the news
a pandemic ensues
or an asteroid boom.



If it isn't one thing
then it is another
left or right wing
it really doesn't matter
as long as tracking pings
the thumb is firmly over
social distancing
one inhuman
kills another.

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Thoughts
scrabbling like a mouse
round and round
frantically
don't break the chain
write on, you must
Where's that poem
Please
don't break the chain
Grace, inhale exhale
and again
I need that poem

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#NoPoo/ 9/ 20112020/ 23:17:49
::bitterswet diggings of Existential Essentialism :   of magical realisms in simple Hope, Truth & Love ... & of consuming cataclysms of a dystopian dungeon::


emptiness abound.

and then,  there’s these things.  

quite magical

awakening shrill cold water showers. steamy cup of teas..
that pleasant fermentative kitchen organoleptic , of a spicy
esp. fenugreeky mango~ pickled clinking ceramic jars.. in
still indelible spell of such invoking emanations..  though
sitting here as only an upturned silent centre~ room relic
antique inert piece of idleness now...

or a glimmery homemade curd... mirroring wobbly delicate
on its drawing in non~ synereses~ ly super soft cakey ponds
of a lil jellifying~ dexterously textured hints in its sumptuous
& freshly jostling~ as one formative over nightly meditating
stream of a creamy body from ‘the culture’  in lil~ metered
dosage.. quietly & warm in  homogeneous stir~ spread adds..

or those embryonically~ curling cozy naturalistic postures
of a baby sleep often.. from a naturalistic delving out zygotic
déjà vu in (sub)conscious embeds…  & feeling your fleshy tasting
smell of love..  in impressing traces of simulative kisses & crushing
(re)flexes of making love, over the silk-cottony stuffed soft pillows
almost dissolving eventual unto my skin-deep sleepiness, in core
reminding of the worldly pragmatic realm of emotionless robotics
as the only in omnipresence, the devolving populace..but yet some
lacey fringes still sparsely laden with dreamy miraging oasis of
Truth & Hope of the Bigger Logic of Nebulic Eye & Blackhole
Singularity.. amidst the putrid booming world of terrible lies


for once, these same puffy pillows so old.. under dissection
- only were stinkingly staling in corpses of decays … emulative
of diseased~ rotten bellies & eggy noxious hydrogen sulphide
gaseous sewage killer chambers of a concretely urbane sabotaging
times...  full of filthy swelling bandicoots & kaliyug roaches of  
omnivorously hunting opportunistic subterranean lowlives...  

.. & then those guerrilla~ warfaring cannibals in dark~ clayey
predacious camouflages of a bogging Rafflesia~ bloody trapping
mouths in the ever-widening waits..

&  then, also those rising from the unsleeping burials, ghosts of
the cursed~ living in vampirish appetites of gluttonies & more..



pic: web. Iona Miller 2020 Archetypal Overview

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