I feel like an owl
at bed time but I
soon begin to bat

I covet the cover
of covert missions
in darkness but I
am a light sleeper

Semantics

  If nouns can’t be conjugated
  why is Insomnia the present
     and future tense of woke.

Chronic Chronology

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Expansion

The old leather cased footballs
Had laces and inside there was
A bladder with a phallus valve
Which was pumped full of air
Often you could hear the dry
Stitching of the pentagon
Patchwork cracking as the insert
Pushed against the inner walls
“ Enough Enough “ someone
Would shout “ It will explode “

This is how my head feels

Gyration

Sometimes for some
Unexplained reason
From nowhere a beach
Ball appears on the
Screen, the computer
Is frozen in time and
No amount of coaxing
Escaping or resetting
Will stop the spinning.

It's how my head feels.



Finn.

No One Hears Pain


I don’t have a patch on my
eye, or a scar on my face

no one hears pain

I don’t have a crutch under
arm, or a cast on my ankle

no one hears pain

I don’t have a head without
hair, or a chemo appointment

no one hears pain

I don’t have a prescription,
or some plant natural cure

no one hears pain

I don’t know how to describe,
or to word how I’m feeling

no one sees  - - - -

.                   Photophobia
        
       The moon has a pied a ciel
           hide out In the southern
             hemisphere, a bolthole
        escape form the light of day,
         shadows find refuge when
  compassionate clouds congregate,
           but at least we can blink.

.           Before he decided to sleep

          he telephoned Little Bo Peep

               She said she felt lousy

                  And feeling drowsy

Because the bell whether’s one noisy sheep.

.                    I
                  took
.               a night
             cap to bed
         a dunces cone
      in an effort to stop
    me thinking but soon
I woke with wits in my hair
                  
          <8>.    "     <8>
     (                              )
                     L      

                  --O—

.       If Frere Jacques
   had insomnia instead
  of tinnitus Pavlov’s dog
would have had Petit Dej.

.           Nocturnal
             Insomnia
                   &
          Nyctophobia
                   a
         Stygian Saga

  Asleep full of nightmares
awake counting sheep an
owl became rooster when
    the moon, sun did leap.



15 & 16th April 2022.

but for New Zealand

             insomniac musings would

have no audience

               <>

Samaritans are

                         only interested in

suicide haiku's









For Coral Christchurch NZ.
14 and15/04/2022

p.s

And for people in Seattle

Sleep is a latitude
Between two hemispheres
I’m in the aurora borealis

exhausted moon took

                        long time before nodding off

shut eye after month

Pendulums are metronomes
    insomniacs use to keep tempo
      with their circadian rhythms.

If nouns can’t be conjugated
   why is insomnia the present
      and future tense of woke.

Experiencing

                 Empathy


If I was blind for a day
I wouldn’t see you

If I was deaf for a day
I wouldn’t hear you

If I was mute for a day
I couldn’t call you ******.


             <>


Ryan for Patrick Loyola,
shot in USA today for
being born a black man.

How Capitalism Works            

            Bottom  

                  ))

                  $


       People who have
     received a dollar for
their bottoms give it away
again for something else.

The day the dollar dies
I'm going to get PUTIN
tattooed on my phallus.

Chains Shylocks Cuffs

Are all synonymous
With capitalism and
Even those with ample
Assets are in *******.

Only the extreme poor
Can be called liberated.

Free is not a word chosen
The describe emancipation.

Nothing is free that is why
A zerO is an enclosed coral.

Democracies are purchased
******* by debt ensues.

Compounding interest, default
Is to be encouraged because

Pounds of flesh are what the
Cupidinous cannibals consume.

Credit, where credit is Jew.




11/04/2022

.                      Station

second hand

platform clock

semaphores

for the deaf

                     even

evening

Eve

awaits

awake

                    trains

of­ thought

express

                   telegraphic

tracks

transmit

in morse

                   sound

sleepers

disturbed

                 all change

tapping

junction

                  insomnia

next

stop­

                   gap

the

mind





04:38 am
11/04/2022

Encore

Everything nature produces
is natural, even uranium.
evolution does not necessarily
mean that we, as a species
must continue to improve.

It may be that we vacate
the planet for the next
life form and sure, what
would be wrong with that,

Didn’t Brontosaurus Rex
accommodate us by becoming
extinct, so loosen up, because
it is free will that is affording us
the opportunity of predestination.

I only wish that Julian Assange
could be let out in time to go to
Moscow to meet Edward Snowden
and Gerard Depardieu before
America does a "Hiroshima Encore"




10/04/2022

.                 THEFINNITION

         Oughtism is a word used to
       describe a desired or expected
     state of a seemingly possible but
the prognosis is for a scarcely probable.

.        gazPROMise

   Turn off the Gas Vlad
   @BunsenHausen.GR

   Collapse the dollar &
The $erpent's head is dead.

Taciturn Taunts

Penalising the rich
will endear the poor
insuring credibility to

  President Putin.

Just goes to show that
western sanctions are
actions without words.

       F.UK.US

Can moth ball their nukes
no fly zone exposed them
for what they truly are.

WHO ARE THE EVIL ONE$

                  ?

IF I RULED THE WORLD

ALL BORDERS WOULD

BE STRAIGHT BECAUSE

IT WOULD diminish THE

DISTANCES BETWEEN

TWO POINTS OF VIEW

THUS MAKING IT MUCH

EASIER TO SOLVE THOSE

ISSUES CAUSED BY GREED

RIDDEN ENGLISH WHO

ARE UNABLE TO SEE

ROUND HAIRPIN BENDS

OF THEIR OWN MAKING

SO ALL OF THE PROBLEMS

ON THIS PLANET CAN BE

ATTRIBUTED TO W.A.S.P’s.

INDIA /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ PAKISTAN

ISRAEL /\/\/\/\/\/\ PALESTINE

IRELAND /\/\ PROTESTANTS

INDIGINOUS /\/\/\ PLANTED

CAPITASLISM /\ SOCIALISM


The Russian president had put the west
on notice that he intended to fight back
against the US-led world order.

Time and tides change
the moon depreciates
looses value disappears.

  Soon too, dollars will
no sense and bite the
dust, under the rouble.

.     [ Frame of Mind ]


  Imagine a sound, then
     converting it to art.

     Be it like an aroma
        becoming taste,

          Or a thought
    expressed in words?

   It must be possible, a
  rainbow's from ink wells.

So, canvass the cognitive
and capture its creativity.

My sensor has not been
serviced or maintained
by the state, therefore I
am not censoring thought
with the same accuracy
as is the expected norm.
That, added to autism is
a social isolation recipe
for not participating in a
universal belief system
and why I am a believer
in perception is deception.

((((Smartphone))))

My phone has dog barks
Instead of a ringing tone.


Ivan Pavlov.

What Better Yearn

But for the lake Isle
with such a title, I do
wonder how else he
could have portrayed
a' refuge for freedom'.

I have been there, no,
not just in his state of
mind, but on the strand,
near that little moat of
arbored earth, in water.



ps.

in case you missed it
the abstruse subliminal
is hidden in the title.

ps x 2

W.B.Y.

look again,

Yeats.

(when truth is strained)=============================O
   what lies remain as
     sieved sediment
      for the palates
       of uncultured
         taste buds
          unwilling
           sample
            a new
             tang
              \  /
                V
              



      Poem by the
    Proper Gander

             (˚>

Autistic Detour

Deviation signs appear
as dyslexic delineations
  diverting thought flow
  steering the mind into
   lay-by pauses whilst
assessing to the choice
  between a road block

                or

        Cul- De- Sac.

.    Cower of Now

   There are 365 one
   day's at a time in a
year and a now every
second that makes the
  future of the present
      look very bleak
     because current
     is always where
          the crisis
                is
              and
              that
                is
              was
               an
        experience
          from the
             past

I have been a hostage
all of my life

I have lived in an open
prison

I have been captured
by its beauty

I have been in a world
of my own

I have been lost and
found

I have been ridiculed
and scorned

I have been unable
to express

I have been alone
and lonely

I have been trying to
understand

I have been constantly
confused

I have been autistically
artistic

I have been a dyslexsick
jenius.

I’ll take my suicide
elsewhere, out of
sight, away from
feelings of guilt or
being responsible,
also making sure
a tree is blameless.

With my fear, uncertainty.
  Behind closed eyelids
   Harsh reality hidden.

Pendulums metronomes
  Leaky taps harmonise
       With heartbeats.

   Gastric activity ever
    Reminding me of a
     Personal neglect.

     Time’s erosion my
    Only constant in the
  Nothingness of change.

A
  Diluminating
             Thought

If Thomas Edison
Was all that smart
He would have a
Bulb for darkness
And that would be
A very helpful tool
For non nocturnal
Photographers in
Developing rooms.

If, for every action
there is a reaction,

why then does pain
not need an injury?

Why do we need to double glaze
darkness by shutting our eyelids?

Everyone's a judge in the
courtrooms of life, but for
innocents, unaware they
are constantly on parade.

Despair

   Light at an end of the
  tunnel is what afforded
me sufficient illumination
to discover this darkness.

Coherency was of no
consequence after
people were sufficiently
intoxicated, so it was
where I was an equal.

Nobody ever noticed I
was autistic or dyslexic,
but artistic and prolific,
yet, I was unaware of
It all, even my genius.

Because my teardrops

               fell on the parchment and quilled

with indigo ink



it's a haiku

Because my teardrops
fell on the parchment
and quilled with ink.

a windows empathy
     is evident when
nimbostratus weeps

Incognito


I am trapped by the inertia
of anxiety and depression
taken hostage by my mind.

It is from this open prism I
witness the world through
a distorted viewpoint.

Acute angles, refracting
sufaces, transparent
imaginings, white light.

I am segregated from the
normalities afforded to
those who are not stricken.

Sleep is my escape, a foetal
question mark hiding beneath
a blanket of induced darkness.

Samsara

I remember you telling me
that you wished I was never
born and also the day I tried to
save a struggling black beetle
from the ***** filled toilet pan.

          You flushed it

I will never forget when my father
took me to a coursing meeting to
see greyhounds dismantling hares.

What was all of that about?

I'm a vegetarian now and a poet.

On mothers day I went to sing
a song at your graves like you
asked me to, before you died.

It was about re-incarnation, I am
a buddhist, I made a wish for you
both to come back as something.

     I bet you’ll never guess!

Cogito Ergo is
the Sum total
of anxiousness.