The Transcendentalist

So the scents of pre cornflake sex
And post energy drink breath
Pervades the carriage like a squid squadron infusion..

Acrid lemon bleach musk cologne
Tinkly-plink-thud beats effervesce from earphones
She leans arching on the glass pane knackered
Eye-liner Rothko remastered
Her groin marine satyr
Not so lucky a bastard
She receives a sext from another torpedo piece of spam with pecs
Night riders of the triple-xxx scuba app. pipelines
Anticipating the lying
Looking forward to her beau's spying..

Free newspaper time
Good deeds and lonely bee-lines
Fleeting eye-contact frieze a la carte
Doves flee shark Bonapartes
Amorous darts
You looking at me
You better be
This empty cup of coffee
Would murder for a cup of tea..

Egg sandwich Nazi
An olfactory nuclear catastrophe
Two parts sulphur
To one part ego cadaver of hoax-to-fade celebrity
Outreach egg sandwich Nazi..

Egg sandwich Nazi
A committed hater of commuter humanity
The clown at a Fred West house-warming party
And apropos of nothing
I met the scribe who outed an inspector
Later suicided in some woods
But that is another poem
And I never would..

The Zen master invites us all to mind the gap
I always sit cross-legged in the aisle when she chants
..mind the gap..mind the gap..Which gap
My chakras haven't activated sufficiently to decode this mantra
My codon helix still only binary matter
Although the descendants of Enki now spin peeling our ionised sun ..mind the gap..mind the gap..
The commuters file through me
I'm a phantom rocking the 3d stun gunned..

Well she could be referring to the gap between this one and the next..
The gap between our fantasy and the grim reality..
The gap between our vulnerability and our armour..
The gap between illusion and dharma..
The gap between us surface dwellers and Agarthans..

I content myself that on the subconscious plain my third eye apprehends
Like a cherry blossom tree the haiku
An elusive state of bliss sudoku
..mind the gap..mind the gap...
..and the bends..I add 
Arising I clap one hand
Breathe in and hold on..
And hold on to hold on and in-breathe again - 
Holding
Intoning - 
...mind the gap..avoid the bends..mind the gap..
I know I will breathe out some day..

 

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Mon 10th Oct 2016 12:53

You hooked me with 'squid squadron infusion' and I never wriggled off the line thereafter. Absolutely enjoyed this torrent of superb words developing their acute observations from start to finish. 'Egg sandwich Nazi' idea is hilariously chilling, and superbly constructed.

Is 'sext' a sex-message? I'm so not 'with it' in the latest lingo. Clue me in, because I'm just guessing.

I wonder what kind of job fulfils your scope of observation and imagination, and knowledge.

CBT

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suki spangles

Fri 30th Sep 2016 00:20

Hi everyone, Thank you all so much on your feedback. Humbled and appreciated! Suki

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Wolfgar Miere

Wed 28th Sep 2016 15:38

Hi Suki,

I am not very good at focusing on long pieces.

That said I do read much of your work, and more so recently as I have become more aware of your stuff.

What I really enjoy is that some of your lines stand out merely as single sentences, they are very funny and often dark (a great and welcome combination)

For example "The clown at a Fred West house-warming party" is clever, frightening and hilarious. Its just one of many great lines in here.

I would love to hear your inner voice.

I commuted for a while in the dreaded city, before I went insane.

Eventually i started to categorise my fellow travellers in terms of how i might murder them (remember, this was before i went insane) I would like to think that at some time you may have been observing me, as long as I wasn't the clown at Freddie's house I'd be OK with it.

David.

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Stu Buck

Wed 28th Sep 2016 14:58

this is truly excellent. i mean, if i picked up the latest edition of poetry review and found this in there I wouldnt be at all surprised. brilliant all the way through, packed full of amazing imagery and wordplay and with an overarching theme that is actually a lot easier to understand than your usual work, but doesnt suffer because of it. simply divine.

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Jemima Jones

Wed 28th Sep 2016 12:23

Hi Suki.Loved the wealth of 'now' lines in this.Thank you.Jemima.

Tony Hill

Wed 28th Sep 2016 08:49

I don't always understand your poems...perhaps we're not meant to....but the your joy in the richness of words comes through very clearly, that and the surreal juxtaposition of imagery. Great stuff!

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