Imagine being deaf.

Sitting on a train in
the underground of
London’s Metro is a
mum word metaphor.

It is said of muscles
that the ones which
remain closed should
be tossed in the bin.

Talk is only cheap if
the naysayers decide
ones echo had lost
its import, on export.

Snoop Dog
said that
white noise
was ambient

Tides ebb and flow
within all of us, even
without lunar activity.

The shores of our minds
host a nights deposit of
cognitive sediment, daily.

Those who beach comb
are consciously aware
of the sea shells secrets.

~~~~~~~~
Furrows on
the forehead
are torments
of the mind.

Pain has no echo but
it is tinnitus, to some.

One doesn’t have to
witness the splash
to read the ripples.

Feeling vibrations on
webs if compassion is
empathy, emphasised.

Invisible stitching is the
tailors art, but scars of
emotion cannot be hidden.

All addictions begin in
pain and end in pain.
Only substances change,
the rest remains insane.

Clean, dry, and sober?
That don’t mean a ****,
fear is cortisol dopamine,
we found a perfectly legal hit.

R.E.M.Terrors
(and awake ones)

I’m not just talking of
Dreams and nocturnal
Equines, but why I ask
Are night mares never
Rare up dark stallions?

Mine are, pitch as black,
With fiery eyes of a coal
Glazed un-blinkered stare,
Certainly not, teeth of a gift
Horse. Foaming at the mouth.

It is I am hostage of the corral,
Unable to flee these repetitious
Hauntings, I am wrap trapped,
Bandaged in blankets, mummified,
Rigor mortisly stiffened, with fear.



Ps

If any reader suffers this, I composed
It for you just so you are aware that
I experience it nightly, have done for
Three years, brought on initially by
Grief. It goes in the morning but a
Residue remains throughout the day.

capfiny@gmail.com

If you have any suggestions or if
You need to talk re your own pain.

Leaves glide
Undecidedly
In a breeze

Blown bubbles
Rise beyond
Ones vision

Smoke updrafts
To join passing
Clouds

Balloons fly high
To see if there is
A silver lining

Kites pretend
To want freedom
Yet mostly remain

Boomerangs rush
Off as though they
Will never return

Rain ponds, but
Slowly, it begins
To evaporate

Confetti falls just
Like snow, although,
It is unable to escape

People grow roots,
Then they anchor, in,
The forests of familiarity

God grant me the amenity
To reject the things I cannot exchange
Storage to arrange the things I can
And a woman to know the reference

This Christmas when you
Are seated with a knife &
Fork in your hands, think
Going the species you are
About to carve and chew.
Think about its habitat or
Imagine yourself there on
A farm watching it taken
Away to be slaughtered in
A dank damp dingy ******
Back street shed after being
Beaten and abused on the
Way, then standing while
Waiting to be brought in to
Have its throat cut and try
To imagine the fear and the
Crying sounds and don’t
Forget to feed your beloved
Pets a special treat on this
Special day when disbelievers
Celebrate en masse baby INRI.

This Christmas as indeed the
Last two, you may have been
Aware that I didn’t write any
Letter asking for a present. I
Am “Sans Domicile Fix” in a
Camper Van and as you know,
Homeless people are not able
To avail of anything, not even
A bank account (but then why
Should they have any money).
I would like Rudolf to know I
Am a vegetarian and that I am
Ecstatic that he is enjoying his
Retirement since you have gone
And bought a battery powered
Elon, Eco, Antler Musk Sleigh.

Long before Louis Braille
Was born, there existed a
Form of communication
Used by Geese in France
Coming up to Christmas,
Known as, remorse code.

::. “.; :;.’ :        .  ;:; “ , :::,..’

An Egyptian hieroglyphic
Specialist deciphered what
The gooses were trying say.
It goes thus “ do the Frogs
Know that it was we saved
Rome, let Notre Dame burn”

(‘<  Propagander has convinced dumbed down
(‘>  ducks of 100% vegetarianism by Christmas.

Was the tallest structure on
our planet fifty +1 star high.
Its conductor pole siphons
dark negative energy from
the black hole at night, then
during the day it casts stygian
shadows across the globe as
it blocks the light, while earth
seeks even goes round the sun.

Cut trees
Carved up animals
Choirs
Carols
Christmas

What do the atheists eat
What do the agnostics drink

And why do the secular
Seculorum’s even partake ?

Domineering vobiscums !

(‘<    it has been a lonely
period for proper gander
since <‘)  dumbed down
duck stopped listening to
his daily bulletins about
global affairs, but, as it is
coming up to Christmas
Quackery period, perhaps
it is inevitable considering
that it’s a carnivore festival
for animal lovers worldwide.
Plucking, stuffing, skewing,
roasting, basting, devouring.
We rarely eat red meat now!

98.5% of people when they
Enter a supermarket do the
Same thing, the same figure
Can be applied to consumers
Of Main Street Media. Social
Scientists are employed by
All corporate institutions to
Assess common denominators
Of the mindless masses. Lost
Leader marketing is the term.
Items such as staples are hidden
Because you need therefore find
Whereas that which you do not
Need is high viz and at eye level.
Truth (to whom it matters) is not
Gaily wrapped nor is it at eye level.
But as only 1.5% of the population
Search for it you most likely are
Unaware what it is that 98.5% do
In the supermarket. And why even
Bother to find out?  Baaa

Old, On The Fence & Err


Ps

Biden Netanyahu & Erdogan
On the way to Damascus for
Christmas to carve up Syria.


Ps x 2

Genocide Joe pardoned 3
Turkeys this thanksgiving
The feathered one, Hunter
And Erred Again in Ankara.

I have been de briefed, but, I
                  
am not looking for sympathy.
                  
At least not in the “short term”
                  
if I remain on Haulover Beach.

What is the etymology
of the word refugee ?

Someone going from
West Bank to Gaza sir !

Assad day for Assyria
Golan is going or is gone

  Turks in Idlib & Aleppo
Homs & Damascus will fall.

Tartus Palmyra & Hama
  Tayyas & Shayrat & all.

.   Outage nationwide due to
   flooding, storms and *cloud.

  Gas mains broken, Power lines
Severed, *solar panels ineffective!

Tesla drivers stranded, cellphones
unchargable, 911 calls inaccessible.

M’Aidez       M’Aidez.      M’Aidez
   SOS.                SOS.               SOS

Would you wash your
Feet with socks on?

Would you *******
With gloves on?

Would you cover your
Nose to smell the roses

Would you conceal the
Tears of your crying eyes

Would you silence the
Sound of a self made echo

Would you put bagged leaves in
hot h2o & present it as toasted milk

Would you be affronted if served
tea in a cup with a gauze ******?

Pain before injury
is suffering, after,
merely discomfort.

Stir fried noodles? No.

Galaxy listening devices.

Can you hear us out there?

Yes, we can see The Great Wall.
[][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][]
Can you see our giant chopsticks ?
                          \/
**** you too, dim sum, earthlings.

Conception creation chapter
Creditation publication page
Introduction dedication title
Index foreword epilogue end

You is what you is, or, you
Are where you’re at (may)
Not have been your fault.

I use fault, assuming that
Ones current predicament
Was not a conscious choice.

Coelho said, that when we
Wish, the entire universe
conspires to make it happen.

But there are far too many
Variables and permutations
In any considered equation.

Life is a contradiction from
The onsett, what about every
Action’s = & opposite reaction?

Joseph Calvin maintained we
We are governed not, by free
Will, but by our predestination.

If that’s the case Trumps victory
Could have been arrived at with
No need for a democratic process.

I’m not a member of the homeless
Party, there was no election, yet for
Some unknown reason, I was elected!

What a strange declaration,
One we never expect to utter
About ourselves, and, it is a
Two word equation that should
Read home + less = can you $€£
The mess I’ve gotten myself into?

Mulled Juses and
Watered Shiraz @
The cross roads.

Calvary is a bottle
Neck because of
(Punch) us Pilot.

Loaves & Fishes
Take away or free
Delivery locally.

The Resurection
Bar and grill live
Music and magic.

Crucifixion karaoke
Cakes and call girls
During happy *****.

Three wise women
Went into hiding.

They were Incensed
By Franc Gold A Mir.

The I.O.F had begun
Heroding the children.

Their evil * was visible
On bugles and banners.

Debt to all the Muslims
Said the money lenders.

Credit where credit is Dew
Shouted the pawnbrokers.

Palestinian chic peas on Davids
bagel, Izrail bans (hummus)

.      /\/ /\ \/ /\ /\/
    Is an Irish palindrome
               So is the
        Wild Atlantic Way
          \/\/ /\ \/\/
               Just as is
Waterford Wexford Wicklow
         \/\/\/\/\/\/


    

It only now dawned
On me and that is
After seing the play
Five times of which
4 were in English 1
In French, Becketts
Original script being
Composed in Paris.

En Attendant Godot
(A Secular Country)
So it is now obvious
Why Godot did not
Show up, how could
He, France is atheist.

Why has it taken me
So long to figure out?

Mono Sodium Glutamate
Is a subliminal additive to
All high street fast foods,
It has no nutritional value.
(consumers are oblivious)

              MSM

Main Street Media is ditto.

Democracy just as
a race can be fixed.
Tote’s a comulative
pool not static odds.
A totem pôle is for
Indian hyroglyphics.
But the tote bag is
for lugging grocery.
So, no matter how
one votes, even if
you spoil it or don’t
it matters not a toss.
There are no photo
finishes no each way
punts, handicaps or
disqualifications, it’s
the sport of Kings for
politicians and plebs.



Ps.

It is naieve to think
the aristocrates are
gone. Money and
power never changes
hands, tot that up!

Tell Aviv,   That
Where  The Vile
Live Evil Is Also
A   Lone   *  State
Albeit     Smaller
Than Texas They
Are Bigger Bars
T    U   R   D    S

Jackson ******* never
Used it, splat and that’s
That was his méthode.

Beckett said that writing
Was placing stains of
Silence on nothingness.

But without a doubt, ink
Is the blood of creativity
Injected on paper with nibs.

Blobs are but ponds on
The parchment, expression
Points, of a flowing nature.

Blotting paper serves no
Purpose other than absorb
Moisture from damp fingers.

I was a knee ****
boney spindly legs
probably hormoiously
imbalanced and coming
3rd (with 2 Older siblings)
I was the 1950’s diluted
one of the pack, but no
way was that accepted
by my macho father so
I was put on Guinness
because the advert said
It was good for me and
now I am an alcoholic
still fragile at 73 so what
the **** was that about?

I live in a yaourt,
  a bit like an Ig
   without a loo,
  but I’m saving
up for a teepee!

Gaza must not be pushed
Aside by Kiev and Tel Aviv.

Only 1 Dew in Tullamore and no
Dues or fees for AA membership.

Be
   Low
          Zero
Sounds like an order
But it is an actuality.
Yesterday it was so
Cold in the van, we
Had no lights or heat
And dark at four pm
Went fœtal until 8am.
Homeless is no fun
Anytime, but Winter
Is exceptionaly cruel.

Daniel Defoe and Vincent Van Gogh
Were driving in London taking
directions from a Cockney Sheila.

She said ‘Left Ear’ which Defoe
didn’t hear and of course Vincent
Thought she was *******.

We all have one thing that
Unifies us, a solitary quality
An ultimate uniqueness which
undeniably denies superiority.

It’s a characeristuc we may not
Have been previously aware of.

It’s the fact that each and every
one of us were first up the
Fillopian tubes, so don’t delude
Yourselves  you are no greater or
Lesser than homeless/refugees.

You are not their referees.

Share the podium with our
Fellow man woman and *****.

Because we’re all just the result
Of another prématuré *******
Before abortion was legalised.

I can’t make you see.
I can’t force you to listen.
I can’t put taste in your buds.

It’s because you have uncultured
Palates but let me assure you that
Barry’s Tea is superior to PG Tips.

Fight or flight is physical,
Thought is mental.
Both are réflexive, but
Neither is premeditated.

Therefore, if a response is the
Réaction to provocation, then
intention, cannot be measured by
Ratio interprétation or assumption.

You told us that Muslîms
Were evil and some
Still believe

You told us that blacks
Were ***** and some
Still believe

You said the same about us,
Yet some Irish still believe,
What you said about them!

You wrote the history
Book and you want me
To Forget what you
Chose not to remember.

You tell me to accept
The things I cannot change
Turn the other cheek
Not cast the first stone
Be meek and await
My inheritence.

You manage the echo
Chamber where you
Subliminally alter all that
Has been said and thus
Try to get me to question
My own thoughts.

Let bygones be bygones
You say. Turn a new page.
Take a leaf out of your book.

Fossil of the fall, dry pressed
On a dusty old shelf where
Life has lost its sell-by date.

Where rigid spines are
Rigor motised from a lack
Of use, where not a single
Worm can be seen or not a
Solitary dog-ear to be found.

Genocide Joe pardons two
Turkeys and a Tanks Giving.

Is Chicken Kiev roasted, or fried, or spit grilled
Is it basted for oven, or rotisserie swilled
Some say its tossed, on a Russian Roulette
Then poked as it rolls, with a Putin baguette.

You will never write alone
when lost even abandoned
because there will always be
someone somewhere you can
reinvent and then reimagine.