ROBIN OUZMAN HISLOP
Everything that happens now/ is preceded by another now/ until they pile/
on top of what we hold in layers/ that hide how falsely we/
perceive the landscape to be.
The eye of the mirror is vacant
to the observer
who on the threshold of ice
or fire, in the relentless transformation
of the moment
smooths out a wrinkle, on death’s brow.
So singular is the dream of sleep
that forms in our brain landscapes
we wake from, but only to stars
while the face in the mirror
is more than what you are, in its
transmission of barbarism, civilisation
locked in a ludicrous embrace, onto
the indifferent oblivion of space.
Our memories in the dusk beyond, shuffling
in the dunes of time as ancient shadows
trapped by their helpless bearers, in a now
that extends only in its becoming, on this thin band
of sentience, an endless collage of cosmic landscapes.
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ROBIN OUZMAN HISLOP
In the end people sit in their aura under the stars projected
by their own pulsating brains, by the phantoms of hallucinations.
All the world’s a soap – who said that!
After last night’s spawn, last night’s porn
a catechism of captions, are you a robot, yes or no
There never was a primal scream – just
the inexpressible state lost to the world
which devoured it, left it with the bone
of a word, but string along, as we do
our soap, our beatific, white washed day.
Our hero enters the hall, all in the world look up.
Behold yourself Odysseus in your rags, your riches, where
eerie episodes replace bewildered miracles with a lust for blood.
You stand like a hulk to roar through the market place
to scatter it like a House of Cards.
Rif-raf always wore a happy grin, never a sham
it never wore thin, anywhere in a multitude of seven billion
even after they’d hung, drawn, quartered, gibbeted, split his spleen.
Strings of words, their beginnings, their endings exhaust fumes
on the highway. Found Language:
Shandy, Mixta, Coca Cola, Trin, Nestea, Rius, Fanta, Vichy, Catalan,
Pincho, Tortilla, Cola Cao, Cafe Solo, Leche, Irlandes, Vienes, Heilo,
Tostado o Bolleria, Pasteleria, Tarta San Marcos, Croissant, Relleno,
Bamba con Nata, Bocadillos Jamon, Queso, Lomo, Chorizo Iberico,
Lomo Iberico, Jamon Cocido, Tortilla Espanola. Sandwiches mixto
Jamon York con Queso, Vegetal, Variades de Pate, Especialidads, Hojal
Dress Salados, Minchico, Pizzas Surtitdos, Baguetpizzas, Sabado Paella,
Regalo Vasos, Pompador, Expobar, Calvo, Casero, Pascual, Ballantines,
Cardhu, Jack Daniels, Magna, Colon, Bla Bla Car
A soapy day to wash away all the bubbles in the foam
to turn the video on at home and watch some sleazy porn.
Go pop with corn.
The wholeness of history is pure vapour
this space is reserved for you
constrained to be conned
for the rest of your life, 99.9% small time.
Invest in the lottery – a spanking good time
4 Russian anal machines, don’t miss the next instalment.
The persistent repetition of fake takes on the apparition:
protocols of automata cellular, units of production,
units of commerce, are you a program, yes or no
or at least a soap opera, where we know we lose
where a computer doesn’t know it wins, yet!
Headlines: Take away, Eat well
( a man’s life is worth whatever he can pay for it)
carefully manicured grease paint.
National Hereditary Breast Cancer Heart Foundation Trust
relax at extra expense, turn on, feel good.
Yummy hut, Prezzo, Hobby toffs, Party turn, White stuff
Alpha rooms. Sandwich stop, hot &cold blood, Gift 4 U
if the universe is fungible is it munchable or crunchable
or is it fungible, munchable &crunchable?
Hold tight, for the night – Peaceful Funerals
Station in curve – mind your step!
Disposal day, paper shreds, tip raiders, death in a plastic coffin.
So many fantastic colours. I feel in a wonderland.
Android mirrors: daily keep, terror make coursing through your
veins, angels have more fun, get your discount here.
After the aftermath progress will be when everything is restored
to absolute normality, practice makes perfect.
Pedestrian zone ends here – To Let. Extension by virtue of amalgamation.
In controle of the bouncing day, - ping, pong. O lost the dancing sunsets
pedigree weather forecaster.
Find a filled in life – travel safe, polite public notice – give way
religion is blood, nation states go to war.
God is a projection of the ego, eye in the sky – bring God down to earth.
Chimp man on a flying trapeze, tight rope walker, sky scraper.
Enjoy your feeling of well being – deodorants – pure vapour – nice n easy.
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ROBIN OUZMAN HISLOP was editor of the 12 year running on-line monthly poetry journal Poetry Life and
Times. In 2013 he joined with Dave Jackson as co-editor at Artvilla.com, where he presently
edits Poetry Life &Times, Artvilla.com, Motherbird.com.
ROBIN OUZMAN HISLOP has been previously published in a variety of international magazines, later publications
including Voices without Borders Volume 1 (USA), Cold Mountain Review (Appalachian
University, N.Carolina), The Poetic Bond Volumes (thepoeticbond.com) and Phoenix Rising
from the Ashes (a recently published international Anthology of Sonnets).