Yanne

I was looking for my sister

I’d let go of her little hand
when the desperate cold crept under the leather of our pigment in this high rise forest
I was snared by a piper’s squeal bounding through marshy bogs of instantaneous gratifications, flagrant liaisons with effete Caucasians,
Asians and fucked up hybrids lixiviating the steam of my sweat:
but now I’m looking for my sister

As I followed the swine’s buxom carcass
The serpent whisssspered in her ear and led her through the jungle
  mined with concrete snake pits of empty words, processed ideals,
  Down streams shaped by corrosive sub-cultures, social engineering, and fair weather philosophies
   I followed the path of contracted gold and fly by night virtue
where predators are chameleons perverting nature with synthetic poisons
Coats of red white and blue camouflaged with George crosses, camouflaged with universal slang

I was looking for my sister! this side of cultural partitions
Beyond stringy hair and high heels
Without her customised brother in arms veering his neck around ceramic tiles to ogle black cock
I followed that pig down nooks and potholes underlined with football fanatics and paganism
Along lamp lined avenues that textured debauchery.
  I ate of its saccharin sweet meat
And OD’d.  opening my eyes before I could be butt fucked in a chemical stupor
As the hours flew, we died a bit every day

I felt my sister’s thick impenetrable laughter bounding through telecom’s steel vines converted into a muzzle;
Maiden’s chic and seasonally marinated trivia coursing like commuting blood cells in a pink colour ghetto
That very acoustic laughter that had filled the corners of home,
tethering mine, like a swirl of cherry jam in my porridge; before we knew we were diasporas collateral
Even in Diaspora’s tainted mist, I hear her distinct voice and I’m engaged

I found my sister in survival’s yoke, surrounded by ultra modern picket fence and poll tax
betrothed to a great great grandson of massa . :
  The pillager’s scalp;
 he wears her like fox pelt on prize day and I know his blunt claws have long stroked another soul, branded with the scorch of his saliva…..  no longer driftwood
A  formula. of contemporary notions had sedated her to her own
  and she sat, the fabric of processed ethnicities in a house among moths and worthless residue
And I’d been out walking into jungle walls

There she is !… in your eyes
Behind the tassels and the pantomime
Under the debris of confusion and responsibility; cajoling lies and a trillion devils;
  I love you;
My splayed fingertips mirror yours
  Taught as strings of a metallic sunburst, screaming like scuttling fish, across the widening gulfs
  “I need you”,
  to complete me in jig saw emancipation
for requiems of self and the good old days
  for solvency’ in loco parentis’

  From a parallel estuary to bloody seas of indifference

symbiosis

symbiosis
Or
Socio-biological metamorphosis
The  mutation of
you, me and everyone else learning to live together through the pin ball schedules
of work, home, the bar , the health centre and bed
The logical thesis of of six billion people in perpetual interconnection
A noble crises too often a matter of portraying what everyone else is playing
Individuality is uniform worn in disillusion of enigma within the swarm
keeping us warm as mammals
Taking the liberty to be party animals
and social cannibals

Chemicals- make us - apathetic, , unsympathetic , pathetic, alcoholic,
armchair judges with suspended instinct
So passive aggressive fascists share chat show panels with
bleeding heart liberals
idealists and sceptics
pigs eat with anorexics
heretics with evangelistic conscripts in this symbiotic polytechnic
Gay priests extol the old testament
A war zone medic is as oxymoronic as a hitler youth becoming the pope
Rabbits jump out of hats as vegan carnivores
and you can vote monster ravin loony party
since your Barclays sainsburys Nike cadburys might be a lineage of slavery but they pay wages
The only thing you need remember is the mannerisms of your metro sexual gender
because all sensation is sanction in a great groundswell of frequency merging into anti climax
The modified morality of mortals condensed in the hollows of humanity

The ongoing spiritual revolution is solvent in a sea of islandically inverted communities
drowning in ourselves

divisions are toxic
what's the tonic
when the girth is
embryonic
The prognosis is
'Sym-bilateral elements make a bold equation
but erratic composition
creates traits that are ninety something percent more insecure than demure'

Then ; what does simbiosis gain us
when we've never made eye contact with our next door neighbours
When we're trying to get to know ourselves while living among strangers and the more we grow up the more difficult we are to make friends with
When we're busy trying to define the enemy who's
carrying the genetic deficiency of reprobates among primates
and each evening that universal mask you uphold all day comes off with a sigh when you barge the front door shut
We are all the same composition of 70 percent water claiming personal space by repelling others aura
Still, street slang of brother , cousin, family, pays homage to the flowing continuum
and all our three fenced rose garden ambitions converge dizzily into infantile paralysis

d'you ever notice the lack of progress in sparodic events and provincial districts rejecting doses of symbiosis though it is more seasonal than regional
The structure breaks in brittle flakes of little mistakes and you cannot repair what you cannot define
We just have to crack on cause there ain't no rewind
there wasn't a blueprint
and prospect vs right wing protest is no contest
resistance is futile
But the imperative of nuts and bolts is function and there's nothing more pleasing than social cohesion
of an intelligent species of superfluous races not pre-occupied in a power basis
and the apparatus prevails
Even when mothers stand at the same bus stops and shop queues as  their children's killer freed from jail
by parliamentarians who she voted in that in turn peddle lies
and are only differentiated by the colour of their ties
Whatever blue says red'll criticise
Unfortunately unlike bloods and crips none of them dies. They drink together in the bar upstairs at lunch, toilet breaks and after five
Thats symbiosis-

how it goes is
leaders exceed with pinocchio noses
No ones born drinking or smoking. It's the adult world making projections then promoting .
Hospital doors are open and the funeral service is roped in. In spite of brains the truth is largely unspoken
and the cycle of chains remains unbroken

just getting by is just trying not to die
but through corporate sponsored genocides we can afford to get high
so East and west had a bloodshed fest featuring children in Afghanistan and mc Taliban
with the devil dancing under his trademark banner that reads 'GOD'
but hey; allied banks worked for the nazis; who even got prioritised with our own crucial supplies
Having shameful ethnic cleansing on tv and in the news feels like we're all being abused
not just the babies who never got to see the world as a palace
living nightmares instead of dreams
whose last breath is a relief
with irony in the grief
And it's all been overseen by a modern cosa nostra
Anything below Tony Blair is laise faire

zeitgeist thinking is no solution to symbiotic evolution
and intellectual integrity
highly corrosive
is out cast to outskirts
Your Christopher Hitchens and Paddy Chayefsky's represent renegade victims
of an organism organically shedding its skin

It's pragmatic to have
Tv addicts
and
R E fanatics in
Secular traditions of an Egyptian, Aztec Persian Mongolian religion written by tribesmen in at least 832 bibles authors morphed into 66
and every day is genesis for the gentiles

city wide surveillance is terrestrial
Marketed as celestial
so that the pandemic of blackmail is naturally consequential
spawning hocus pocus clerics
and  sarcasm in pessimistic poets

Symbiosis is a homogenising of cells that integrate as they migrate
within a given border
in our case, the lotion of civilisation
 denominated by a
singular world order