Flux Capacitor

These are my poems. They are inspired by Dystopian Fiction. The titles reflect the novels and stories that have inspired the poems. These are my poems.

And Welcome now to the future past, where seeds are dreams blown in the wind. It's a dandelion clock world, which was a bit of a blow.
When we found out, it was watch out. It's a violent spring. Life is an uprising sometimes.
It's quite the post modern plot.
I have 59 seconds to impress you. Running out of time.
I am a privileged ape. Smiles. Simpers. Blows a candle out.







bye for now!



Friday 16 September 2011

"death of Kali" by jess inspired by dan simmonds book of the same name



Hey Amrita
I'm stoked on Tagore
With wind lapped saris and all that
Janna ganna nanna
And all those exotic Sanskrit words
What's Sanskrit for cool?

Belowlow and swaying
Big choke
Herman Hesse said
Calcutta was a city buit on a dung heap
I never said
I was just milling about the Kali ghat
Looking at the dried goat blood
Thinking of that bit in levicitus
That talks about sin offerings and blood
And goats
Funny how religions involve goats
And the Brahmin pushed me against the wall
Said incantations
Ask for rupees
And then I was
In a scrum
Sweat smelling incense pulsing crush
And an invisible kick pushed me into
To see her
The goddess
She was a lump of dark matter with kholed eyes

This is not your city
She said
It's the shit that makes the mulch
Of your life
So you can grow
Something
Now go

And that was my darshan

So I am reborn
From poetry and shit.
Shitala (that's Sanskrit for cool)

John Christopher 's "the death of grass"

WE live in an age of epidemics.
I would like to meet a virus as charismatic as you
Our lives can follow fiction when we stand on grass
Our lives are fiction when I stand on glass
My life is a poem when I'm in postmodern past
We are the perishable
The English
Leaves and teeth
You wanted me to come to be safe in your Northumberland
Wilderness
At the end of the world
I was to come , walking most likely
Take perhaps thirty five days from Kent
Death held us together in the future past
Some weird place you invented
Now in this outbreak
In the outback
These scientists havnt failed us yet.

And I'm on the radio
Warning you of the contagion
The past is catching
Up with me again
While I chew on Chinese grass
They will fly the royal family to Greenland
And the ghosts
Of my decedents are painted in woad
Go where you are going
In this new pattern.