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Tuesday, 26 August 2025

Pauline Perplexe REAL CHARACTERS poems



01.06.25

Lay your head on chatgpt’s 

metaphorical lap

you're on the balcony now

with those model dream hands 

running out the petrol smells

the blurred caloric 

the First-Ever Uncrewed Triple Challenge 

outsourced perfect abuse 

lithium-polymer 

choking circles  

insert into graphene skein 

the cure for gyroscopes

accelerometers it moves through 

our bodies like 

Company Announcements 

like a Floor Event, 

open the door plate 

its vapour light greenish white 

that mad dead adult 

near perfect child 

impress the bunker 

makes you feel that bypass 

over cleared checkpoints 

door re-opens says 

now that was a tracking shot.



29.07.25

Now it is clear Metaheuristic

daylight angry bird 

predatory Goshawks  

came through the night reconnaissance

mouth opened it left your skin

inclined to zoom while 

IR LED lighting systems 

leaves in tinnitus 

the narrow corridor of blurrchain 

autonomous threats 

from objects it helps 

the operator capacity 

sky emptied shore 

terms of slaughter 

it’s yours to achieve 

arrayed out losst 

closed-hatch proportionality 

the beginning of time 

eyes look on minims 

laws unreshaped







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22.07.25

Sensitive sites can you imagine 

“Annunciation” “Where’s Daddy?” 

garbage targets in the mid-distance 

can you see them under black tulips 

motion detection, location 

carries the rest based analytic 

error rooms into your speech 

echo of each pulse dared counter

the life judge system designed 

longing is so private  

operational augmented impunities 

looks like Fortnite 

wind ammo left range, 

etc. strain upon strain 

you can’t see wedged hostile 

units in the fields 

burning engineers 

collected images from 

the world's heart 

skylark eyes in the sky 

Lemkin without light



07.08.25

Dust on fire 

died in grain surpluses 

on an empty stage

the water 

you drink forever

is black shingle
Blue Wolf Red Wolf

covered in vernichtet



30.07.25

Secret speech to sing to you with, 

the possible is lost 

how did we touch each other 

Jaguar Robot your neck 

& the gas its true breathe 

leaving us the last avatars 

clean & proper 

a beauty editor, a stylist, 

a fashion photographer

into pastiche hell 

there is too much 

beauty in this world



26.07.25

Flour mites

Iron Dome Merrill Securities 

metal song shredded tuneless

the sky today is aerial footage  

this naked ground death folding

why isn’t the wind moving? no

its true promise watered names 

Security Dilemma 

not one single sequence

retracting as perpetual 

Habsora Lavender

is tenderness unceasing Harop 

loitering munitions

lifeless schema Palgrave Handbook 

of International Political Theory 

covered finalities

so the birds can fly there






 19.07.25 

Vollum ventriloquisms   

& the aesthetic emetic you say  

in the bath houses in the steamrooms 

you dictate less frequently face-to-face,  

but what is the politics of phobia today? 

Tug Haven the starflowered objects 

of competitive identification 

the cities, the emotional high beta three waves   

the portfolios, the flyover faces 

authoritarian personalities, 

& male fantasies

you emerge in propria persona  

as the guide to formal parterres 

completely aflame herbaceous borders 

& flowering shrubs in a girdle of starres 

& MRI’s die 

their nuclear fuel

like whisperless strips calcined

falling outside jurisdiction 

of municipal bins  

now closed forever 

without seeing 

yaxleys hidden 

in broken sleeps 

in the headlamps  

that burn you into a blindspot 

this is how we speak now

like the shallow firth 

of anthrax air treeless today 

& in the first five minutes 

of your death 

do all the violent deeds glow 

like under liquid 

or is it not worth thinking

or reading about?




21.07.25

Karl-Marx Grave labubu dolorem 

in my linear city

entirely man made 

glass mirror ceiling 

covered in phrases 

the giant artificial moons 

all decayed to zero 

consumes less virgin land now  

Abdul Rahim Al Huwaiti

the dispensaries their opposition

echoing PIF breaking  

the bone of a dead person 

is equivalent to breaking it 

when the person is alive

a right to take 

falls in pale grief

mornings seizing aquellum clean

descend the undetachable names

in the glacier rooms 

vault-tec compression fantasies 

pour into your sleep 

the city becomes 

suddenly beautiful again 





16.08.25

Like frozen roses desiccated 

to the surface I was dreaming two ghosts 

again connected heavy centres 

the world's heart gets chucked out 

another line of shit poetry 

in China’s Harbin 

what will be in the slots of 

love its green-domed 

Saint Sophia Cathedral 

Image of a City 

we would live there 

hating these roses 

under Sun Island 

aborted false heath fritillaries 

a field that is not only immense 

but also full of cracks 

the Disciplining of the Aristocracy 

& the involuntary groomtaming 

of the cold through art all the same 

conceals the reflection of its nakedness 

an artificial lake outside a self-relating 

negativity in Klondike gold fields

stashed there ankle deep

terra nullius sastrugi 

there are so many things stranger

liquidised in the eyes 

of those who had seen




22.07.25


Now you are dead 

you rendition for madrigals because 

the enemies have won 

they swore your name 

inviserates to the quietest quiet 

scattered voice inside the staircase 

descended further out again

the dismounts shuddering 

O that's a nice blossom 

instead a brow of worksong 

firmament moon metal

gets silvered reversed 

& out of my own mouth 

robbed I want to watch 

the whitest frothiest 

blossomest blossom 

but beg for another life 

to this one so violently bent 

not even my wrathless tongue 

can keynote bitten toxins 

seeping secret grapnels instead






01.07.25

Disposable pulp commodes 

moving through the world 

unmelted your speech 

look here is my real voice it is

with Soft Edges, Glowing Lids

every Angel is terrifying & yet

into small window bars 

the eternal humiliant 

rising up in the multi-night 

music of an empty room 

where the bad blood echoes

things fall out of your mouth 

& we laugh like tubes

orchestrated gantry stunts, 

the banners, the Santa outfits, 

the nooses, the desperate measures?

the din broken light 

the circumference 

halves me & the frigid lips 

of my heart 

into quiet breaking 

of a sacred bond

& you say every angel is terrifying!



24.06.25

In human blood 

a changeling child 

catamenial fluid another drains 

a mouth-shaped glass

collected & allowed to 

turn sour in the air i’ve got 

the good blood medicine 

at midnight inside 

your bone marrow powders 

with Southern rain

I made it boil like 

clean stones 

now preserved epoxy coat 

steel tube frame 

mollified by your hair 

the good bloods charms 

incantations reappearances 

to cry & not to pity

the very innocence of 

little plastic gloves