HELL'S PATIO 2

The excavation, and repopulation, of Babylon
is taking place under the patio
Tea-leaves swirl for clandestine sacrifices
below power-washed pavers;sans moss

Peg-tortured Barbie’s on plastic wash lines
are pulled to their ultimate demise, as
cereal packets declare slogans of false pride
The red paint still drips here and there
No drying time allowed


I sip my fennel twig tea, glancing at my book occasionally
as HAARP tsunamis swamp and shake the flower bed floor
The Bluebells ring out their sorrowful song
as the daisies ready themselves for a speedy cover up

Barcode 666 has been stamped
Satanic scanning and cataloguing ensues
Smart Price Limeade is given, in celebration, to all who agree
The crucifixion is on a loop;again! again!
The Illuminated shall now be the whole of the law

The Racket Wars keep the fragile gnomes busy
and one particular fellow sits quietly upon the edge
(with an apathetic fishing rod) as he strokes his long, white beard
and doesnothingbut ponder his own existence

Oswald looks over to the knoll,
(with a nod and a wink)
sips his green pop, carefully, and shoots
An important pigeon drops dead
andEVERYthingchanges

Beneath the strata of man-made earth
The Towers fall and crumble without much mess
whilst planes are swatted (like flies
in distraction) and
a monument of disgust is erected
Tourism becomes a golf-cart ride
to see how fucked up it has become

The loved one is still preaching
on his park bench, as the unknown bullet
pierces his heart
A squirrel breathes a sigh of relief
and gathers more nuts
A stash, just in case the world is ending
This happens frequently around here
Messiahs are found, elevated,
worshipped and then banished

The deluded masses cry for Witch hunts
to save their unwanted and unborn children
The Millerist frenzy rages in unemployment queues
and afterwards, the scoffing rejecter’s drink their fill
Rejoice!

The cat and the rat are flying through the Borderlands
"Armageddon outa here!",they cry

Archaic and chaotic rumblings beneath the flags
disturb the life, thriving, in a fourth dimension
The saviours of the enlightened ones are coming!
Burn books, denounce all evil
Our effigies are pure in thought and deed!

Nostradamus and I are eating sandwiches now
as we watch The Rapture with interest
I'm on the edge of my seat
Will they arrive in time?
"I told you so!" says our Nost with a sigh
Plucky sailors are busy, building flat-pack ARKs
and offering places for bravery drams
(if you'll just explain these exploded diagrams)

Just as Criswell King proceeds to ruin my birthday
The Mytonians arrive (in the nick of time!)
and shout from Speakers Corner:

"We'll save you!
Head for the big space ships over there!"

but no one is listening; it's a discontinuous event
and they are drowned out by the Hypercane anyway
the one that rages, for miles,  in fearful hearts and self-punished souls
It will never end



SRWB 2010