Incoming Message;part [i] and [ii]

Part (i)

a growth occurred in situ,
devoted to a bare brick interior wall
In the Old East End;
Articulating upon
the West Wing drawing room,
six inches below the portrayal
of the peeled obdurate Virgin,
painted by day by a lady of the night
as she drowsed and visualised
His attempted re-entry –
the Luna rapist.

Irradiated by the corporeal spectrum
a Deluge of imperceptible woe
engulfed by an interstellar tremor,
an open hatch pin hole amplifies atomic arrays,
the now adolescent atrocity thrives
with enthused agony –
evolution spurts fissile phlegm,
immuring the foul stench of
annihilated atmospheres.

Toward God,
To warn God,
To It,
To You.

this polyp emanated from
the Underground annex – play pen,
A Bipolar amalgam growing up
alongside the poppy persona
A freakish anomaly escalated
en route for the manifest zenith
of our plastic cognizance.

timeframe reference: timeframe reference:: 19 -19 -19- any time NOW!

‘A surgical procedure must be initiated immediately - obliterate this leach Mr Letch.’

The Head House Keeper broadcasts her beliefs via the internal intercom rigged to blow banal propaganda barrage balloons into the wired ear plugs of the protracted populace - dead heads.

‘Her lady ship would faint a fit and sink if she were to observe this galvanised insurrection.'

She wrongly suspects the gardener is culpable for the seething animation,
his overzealous application of insecticide and sterile urine sprinkled
from within the synthetic lime watering can,
acidic composites kindle formulaic oscillations.

misleading shape shifting accelerator apps.

this is a Horrific Hi Tech horticultural dawning;
St. Edmund's Pippin Crunched statistics
So as to predict the outcome
of Percy’s Merchandising offensive.

A sycophantic valet hacks hefty at this repulsive abomination,
pretending not to notice the ink number key code
written in the stars upon our bodiless hades hole.

A numerical message fashioned to form His likeness.

this miracle goes ignored due to her extreme views,
Our rubber stickler liquidises the sickling -
an actuation postponement;
the people are denied their hippest Methadone -
deadheads.

An obsequious Fat Cook shall accrue
the innards of the deducted aggregate,
a steel spatula sequestration
wiped into a deconstructed brass bucket,
reduced to a condensed broth
of intergalactic Hot pot rot.

the russet hand maiden will serve
this subversive soup to the tan Blonde Butler.

waste not want not – an idiotic cliché,
The Governor will murder them!
apropos protocol violation 3 AM,
Our tumour– to the manor born.

the bootlickers having ruined the Sacred accretion,
scraped, stewed and consumed by a squadron of slavish vultures,
index sobriquet – what would you have become - given half a chance?
The rightful heir to the throne of perdition perhaps?

Adorable Abominable abyss,
any fool could see what
your birth had meant to me,
obscure event inference
will you ever return?

swallowing our everything,
mega mass digest all we are,
mega maths calculate our demise,
without end jettison our entire sum
into the reconfiguration oblivion –
expel our junk into the blank horizon;
Perpetual potential genesis evermore.

.......................................................

Part (ii)

Incoming message.

man manipulated machine,
an alleged machine manipulated man,
the manipulating machine supposed the man to be
a machine manipulating under oath.
man machines; ones and noughts –
binary manipulators –
both.

Toward God,
To warn God,
To It,
To You.

A disquieting vision spoilt my waking pre-birth
In an obscure quarter of my mind,
I recorded a design,
projected upon my incubating monitor,
a complicated depiction bewitched my baby blues
what had occurred before my abrupt influx?
A majestic geriatric unit 19 19 19 19 19

In Hammersmith they were 19.

within this V T an improbable number
of interior ingresses sit ajar – dead locked,
A black triangle entry point yearns for my ticket –
equal actually,
an ostentatious ornamental Ivory staircase occurs abruptly.

a bloodshot carpet develops
Commanding me to suck –

I Plunge downhill –
The toboggan time machine twisting my premature tackle
Untill the heaviest half of my mind falls into an unearthly vault.

Hope is absent,
love be aborted,
morality contorted.

joy ubiquitously eats at the edges all about this subterranean cupola,
the grim labyrinth of humanity actuates in catacomb climax rebounding
in an inexhaustible industrial unit which houses a vast concrete bunker
constructed from nought.

Next came a white hot furnace inside a blacked out boiler room casing,
A tanned Blonde Bomb shell in uniform awaits incineration -
he hadn’t the time to digest the Hole before he had transpired.

A fair head - brass bucketed beside this stunning Blonde Bomb shell,
guillotined politic of eight deadly sins – transcribed upon the sleeve
the Hole had been tortured before its internment,
his Hole gazed into me from a fixed point in his historic gut,
that Modernist Hole is a Death Black plug.

The apparatus cremated the footman
and the Antiquarian Hole
that could never be Our King,
I ogled the gross exhibition.

my own creation awarded to me by the book,
the cinders blew in the temperate zephyr.

appalling vestiges blanketed my complete comprehension.

The true meaning played Russian roulette with my rational Temper
And My mind’s eye Totality was disturbed for the ever.
based on facts my over active imagination had ripped out of my mamas eyes.

The burning windmills radiated blue light in circumsolar,
by flames biplanes flap the right leather wings,
by names the trains slip the left lobe sings,
all the dogs have burnt.

I hear the teen scream on the tempest.