Sunday, 6 December 2015

Beyond Surreal II

Strange contours on the radar, Secret lab deep in the countryside, Technicians in white coats.
On the blink again, sir
What is it?
Dunno, sir, it’s beyond me,
Picture not perfect. Colour errors continue,
It’s beyond surreal,
A cruel story, the sins of youth. What really rocks this starlet?
It was due to the sloppy production schedule, she said, gagging for some action,
Toying with her easy-fit waistband extenders and her magnetic bracelets worn for sitting or standing
At the console, (a superb luxury machine, finished in brushed silver).
Set the alarm and wake up with a perfectly timed analogue face.
Touch and glow!
She certainly did, but preferred shopping in bargain basements with sinister mercenaries from a distant galaxy. The bookies rarely get these things wrong.
We hang on as we look to bounce back into real time, and the good thing is there are no more odds and ends
But we can still hit the headlines with this
Grisly slash-fest mashup filmed by viewers as two stoned pot smokers drift into range
Zap! Ultimate in snug comfort.
Keep your hands warm, I begged her as she took up her spoke shave balsa stripper,
Ready for playing among the stars. As if that was not enough!
We can break new ground with this inner landscape,
You’ll be amazed.
We slipped along between the floating solar-powered string lights – Not sure who’s at the door?
Eyes as hard as steel she unleashed a satirical puppet show and lashed out with mind-blowing super-fonic vocals; I’m so filthy filthy you’ll explode in seconds! She screamed.
It was a team of Manhattan-based scientists, a mother-and-daughter set-up with conflicting views about the future, huh. Well, that fractured our rampant ultra-hard obscure zombie cannibal death trip B-movie cover story, haunted by a cordless chiming doorbell in fact, a sonic deterrent to deal with lane huggers and interstellar tailgaters
Don’t forget the accessories! Brilliant!

illus: Inspiration To Order, 1996