He Put the Faith on Him

Filed under:poetry — posted by Schizostroller on December 26, 2020 @ 9:20 am

Influence is to hierarchy
In enlisted cover lists
As Ummagumma is to Meddle

And issues of hypostasis
Cognitive
Theological lack

First name terms
Appleblim gas
And coffee percolators

Rodney P
Sherlock, Cereal Killers
St Pauli and Faith

Dollshouse Consumer Ethics
And Schmittian right
To Choose Your Leader

But to take
No other part
(to which you are entitled)

The working class can’t count
The working class mustn’t count

Just a juryist approval
Acceptance as acquiescence

CBT ACT
Id’s as easy
As ABC

Shame sham
Shamer shame

Dunbar 150
Here come’s
The Judge
500 push up
Rude Boy

There’s a
Delay in the Vibe
You’ll Get
The Mugwump later

‘Proley
Art Threat

They were
No Prince
Buster
Now they’re learning
The Words
Obscure
Or Absurdist
But it Never Gets in

They Just
A Butt in

In a word
“You don’t know
The meaning of
The word”

The

Logos
Lefebvre
Farce-aid
Pseudologos

Ipse Dixit
Twats

Pass it on
Theory Henri
Arsenal
Big Stick

Breaks the Rules
Of

No Blacks
No Irish
No French

Isn’t that right, John?

Just cos it ain’t against
The Law
Doesn’t make it
The Law

(Technically it is
Well,
Actually
Well
Illegal)

I fought
The Law
And…

There was no Alternative
(to choice)
All other roads were
(deliberately)
Shut off

Heavy Kettle
Heavy Mettle
Heavy Meddling
Champion Sound
Heavy Loungin’

Big Dada
Big Brother
Big Sistah
Big Kaka
Bwana Baba Mzuri
Baba Yaga

No Knock Knock
You need a warrant

John Wick
Chad Wick
To Kill A
Mocking
(done) Bird
Skin Walker

Market Stalinist
Lives of Others
Cybernetics is an Old Science

The Greek Stasi!

The story of
The Bakhtin Shark
And the
Gombrich Eaves Sham
Droppings

Doggy Dropped it
(When a policeman calls)

Sick Parrot Mimesis
Pass it on
The left hand side,
Dutch chess

(It’s a Wrap)

Got it in for
Out For
Her Golden

The Leader
Of the Anti-Fascists
Hoi Sin
Duck

Make Dem Know
I Bowled Them
All Out Ten Year Ago

But the Pigeons are
Still a-shitting
On the Board
Like They
Are All One

Parrot Doley Arse

And the Cuzoj


Das Ding a 零 Ding
When the Pavlov Bells
Psycho Pomp
Toll Vier Ewe

Fucking Sort it Out!

Alien! Alien!
Schizo Jam
Don

Asmoday!

Filed under:poetry — posted by Schizostroller on July 13, 2020 @ 11:01 am

Don’t get me wrong,
I don’t mind
Pop-up unions.

It’s those fucking
Flying Panopticons
that really piss me off.

Only you!

Meaningless Statements

Filed under:poetry — posted by Schizostroller on May 19, 2020 @ 7:10 am

Actually casting a stone,
Believing one
Is without
Sin

Is akin to
Fighting over a golden
Apple to see who
Is fairest.

One should
Not judge the innocent.
The naive fuckers.

On stepping in puddles

Filed under:poetry — posted by Schizostroller on May 16, 2020 @ 7:33 am

When I mistakenly
step in a puddle,
I usually don’t mind
the feet wetting aspect.
However…
I tend to be more than slightly
chagrined
when the puddle firstly
kills Tasha Yar,
and then proceeds to
entrap me, insisting
it is the only permitted truth
in all existence

Karma by the dozens

Filed under:poetry — posted by Schizostroller on April 15, 2020 @ 10:47 am

If Karma’s a bitch,
does that make it
a dog’s ma?

Much like
your mum!

Treatment

Filed under:poetry — posted by Schizostroller on April 3, 2020 @ 8:28 am

I have often noticed with your
treatment of me, that
I am to be held
responsible, but you
think you are not

We will remember them

Filed under:poetry — posted by Schizostroller on February 5, 2020 @ 10:13 am

When you are feeling sick
with weltschmerz from
too much Puritan
Karpman Drama Triangle
AC/DC rescuing and persecution.
And you need to find
some kind of pleasure.
There is always
schaden freude to be found
in remembering Thomas Cook
and Club 18-30 holidays.

Gossip – or Rough Music in the parlour

Filed under:poetry — posted by Schizostroller on February 4, 2020 @ 7:34 am

In the parlour
Tried by twelve
Out the front door
Carried by six
Out the back door
Hops the kangaroo

On the genesis of a conviction: or the genetic fallacy

Filed under:poetry — posted by Schizostroller on February 2, 2020 @ 8:27 am

Send them to Botany Bay!
To learn some evolutionary thought
Adapting to exploratory practices
A necessary skill
For critiquing thought terminating cliches
And other terminal thought forms.
But if they so fail
At least they will discover
That black swans
Also exist.
And so end
Confirmation bias times
And other self-fulfilling prophecies.

A short poem for those ignorant enough to believe in such myths as ‘malingerers’

Filed under:poetry — posted by Schizostroller on January 24, 2020 @ 8:16 am

When you’re struggling

Feeling mentally ill

And are worried that

You’re kind of weird.

Don’t forget

It’s completely normal

To hate feeling so shit


next page


image: detail of installation by Bronwyn Lace