further speed-written songs...
work in progress... 1st draft poem then poem-song..
title: Out Out Out
there was no terror felt that Saturday night
Because we felt pain, we had to sleep till
midnight ended
and eyes must shut
and skies must send clouds to sleep.
Because we felt pain, we had to sleep till
midnight ended
and eyes must shut
and skies must send clouds to sleep.
the rider selling papers posts flags to
mad boys who like junk-mail
and there was no terror that Sunday night;
and eyes must shut
and skies must cover clouds with light
./
because we like cake and because nuts
can cause a fatal allergy
because wheat is capable of killing
we when cooking
must surely bake resins; and ceilings
fall from afar
and bakers bake for mirrors
..
there was no terror felt that Monday
there was no error in the light on day
and a car of iron
crashes, crashes
uh
mad boys who like junk-mail
and there was no terror that Sunday night;
and eyes must shut
and skies must cover clouds with light
./
because we like cake and because nuts
can cause a fatal allergy
because wheat is capable of killing
we when cooking
must surely bake resins; and ceilings
fall from afar
and bakers bake for mirrors
..
there was no terror felt that Monday
there was no error in the light on day
and a car of iron
crashes, crashes
uh
wide of the city mark, sad men pray
,.
*
once, lost, i leapt from a city wall
and the roads were ridden with walls
and easy bikes hit me
o a car of killers crushed me;
and once, while chopped, i heard need
begging at death's doors
,.
*
once, lost, i leapt from a city wall
and the roads were ridden with walls
and easy bikes hit me
o a car of killers crushed me;
and once, while chopped, i heard need
begging at death's doors
ideal women wed excellent men and
ideal children are devoid of sex hands
and a wetted weeping old boy
shops for little infant toys
.
the crying in the church of Love has
dead eyes for Gods
o a marvelous communion of Loves
listens to j christ's cross when drugs
poison chapels with iron dogs.
./
weeping, i saw my favourite boy
dying for God
and i know that God was an evil God
and the sadness of man Man raises sods
and a sea of bananas uses lost
wagons; and fruit and veg swab
green grocers with two pealed bananas
and eyes glow for mown
pure pineapples.
ideal children are devoid of sex hands
and a wetted weeping old boy
shops for little infant toys
.
the crying in the church of Love has
dead eyes for Gods
o a marvelous communion of Loves
listens to j christ's cross when drugs
poison chapels with iron dogs.
./
weeping, i saw my favourite boy
dying for God
and i know that God was an evil God
and the sadness of man Man raises sods
and a sea of bananas uses lost
wagons; and fruit and veg swab
green grocers with two pealed bananas
and eyes glow for mown
pure pineapples.
*
i went to the shops to buy some shoes
i carried the right money
The fingers of paid money dons shoes
and we paint fine footed city pictures
/oh a lemon meringue dessert features
good tv chefs where coooking mixtures
serve cruel food.
i went to the shops to purchase glue
o i carried the correct small change
The riders of the rain suffer hot moods
and we cry, cry,
i went to the shops to buy some shoes
i carried the right money
The fingers of paid money dons shoes
and we paint fine footed city pictures
/oh a lemon meringue dessert features
good tv chefs where coooking mixtures
serve cruel food.
i went to the shops to purchase glue
o i carried the correct small change
The riders of the rain suffer hot moods
and we cry, cry,
outed, an outelbowed sea of violence
heeds blue films
and ice cracks for sex screens and
odes to sexy silence
stop stone dead..
heeds blue films
and ice cracks for sex screens and
odes to sexy silence
stop stone dead..
i went to the shops to buy some shoes
i had my right money stolen;
and reapers of night bear suede shoes
and sadness pushes through
i had my right money stolen;
and reapers of night bear suede shoes
and sadness pushes through
*
the razors in my home are never stored in the bathrooms
Because blades slip,
i have decided to cut my lips
and there is a woven mouth which wanks in schoolrooms
and de razors in my home
cut a keen cheek and run dry.
the razors in my home are never stored in the bathrooms
Because blades slip,
i have decided to cut my lips
and there is a woven mouth which wanks in schoolrooms
and de razors in my home
cut a keen cheek and run dry.
these lost days where i count on day-time sleep have
endlessness for an urban dream
and eyes in my head tend to glow like the dead and
i am surely deafened by sinned easy spies
//
the razors in my home are always stored in the bath
oh, sun-shining bathroom mirrors
drop in the tub
and easy-turning taps trickle, trickle, trickle;
o, bed and board ends in fatal sex?
endlessness for an urban dream
and eyes in my head tend to glow like the dead and
i am surely deafened by sinned easy spies
//
the razors in my home are always stored in the bath
oh, sun-shining bathroom mirrors
drop in the tub
and easy-turning taps trickle, trickle, trickle;
o, bed and board ends in fatal sex?
*
there is to be found, underneath a typical road,
tarry pipes chock-full of toads
and there is to be found, inside a main road,
a sewer filled with rats, bats and rogues
o is it more that the idiot words i speak
send all clean gutters into deepening sleep?
there is to be found, underneath a typical road,
tarry pipes chock-full of toads
and there is to be found, inside a main road,
a sewer filled with rats, bats and rogues
o is it more that the idiot words i speak
send all clean gutters into deepening sleep?
i raise an eager hand to the moon where
old lovely stars look down
and a river of sand flows from hands where
the afternoon moon falls like a saint
and saints are always painted?
old lovely stars look down
and a river of sand flows from hands where
the afternoon moon falls like a saint
and saints are always painted?
there is to be found, beneath
a radial road,
dirty pipeworks, chock-filled with clothes
and these clothes have been chucked down
a filthy coprotic city of drains
and a river of sand flows like veins
..
because the dying world hears old pain
desiring the same old plasters as usual
because the crying world hears cold pain
requring the same old doctos as usual
we must raise the real Titanic and rain
down
down
down..
dirty pipeworks, chock-filled with clothes
and these clothes have been chucked down
a filthy coprotic city of drains
and a river of sand flows like veins
..
because the dying world hears old pain
desiring the same old plasters as usual
because the crying world hears cold pain
requring the same old doctos as usual
we must raise the real Titanic and rain
down
down
down..
*
Out Out endlessness
come drink some wine when feeling death
o out, out, out
..dustiness always need sweeping
sadness always causes weeping;
Out Out endlessness
come drink some wine when fearing deaths
Out Out endlessness
come drink some wine when feeling death
o out, out, out
..dustiness always need sweeping
sadness always causes weeping;
Out Out endlessness
come drink some wine when fearing deaths
the tablets i own are always stored inside
a kitchen cabinet
and i seldom use medicines, but lies
have been using paracetamols now- ..
a kitchen cabinet
and i seldom use medicines, but lies
have been using paracetamols now- ..
the daughter of my grandfather uses
self-abusive kiddy toys
and the tops Mum knits makes soft-toys
and because children grow
and because women glow
we have to snuff out all human angels
//
Out Out aimlessness
come brew sex brine whilst stealing breath
o out, out, out
self-abusive kiddy toys
and the tops Mum knits makes soft-toys
and because children grow
and because women glow
we have to snuff out all human angels
//
Out Out aimlessness
come brew sex brine whilst stealing breath
o out, out, out
uhh...
...
copyright jdb 2020
..
work in progress: 1st draft poem then song-poem
title: malt loaf
and a living girl has entered into my town,.
While boiling eggs, i toasted food as sound
sang inside my ears
and a living girl has entered into my town
,,
the oatmeal i eat at dead of night has a
body made from porridge pasts
and the girl in the park whispers in the dark
and the oatmeal i chew most nights marks
huge cities with birth-marks.
While boiling eggs, i toasted food as sound
sang inside my ears
and a living girl has entered into my town
,,
the oatmeal i eat at dead of night has a
body made from porridge pasts
and the girl in the park whispers in the dark
and the oatmeal i chew most nights marks
huge cities with birth-marks.
o a living girl has entered into my room.
While frying eggs, i have chewed on hewn
malt loaf
and a the muesli i eat when sleeping spoons
canned meat from honey.
While frying eggs, i have chewed on hewn
malt loaf
and a the muesli i eat when sleeping spoons
canned meat from honey.
*
where hispid hair cannot be cut correctly
where vanished air cannot appear
inhaled, we have the right to shed tears
and I stride across a dangerous road
and i fall to the city earth
where hispid hair cannot be cut correctly
where vanished air cannot appear
inhaled, we have the right to shed tears
and I stride across a dangerous road
and i fall to the city earth
a ship of keen sailors sets sail for a
good country where baking fish
harden fishing tackles
and my head of hair cannot be cut because
a head of hair like mine
is to bloody thick it has no way to
go bald.
good country where baking fish
harden fishing tackles
and my head of hair cannot be cut because
a head of hair like mine
is to bloody thick it has no way to
go bald.
where a bed is well slept in
where a shed is filled with paint-tins
where a sweaty gardener spins then
a pillow made from pure silk sends
good dreams to all good men.
where a shed is filled with paint-tins
where a sweaty gardener spins then
a pillow made from pure silk sends
good dreams to all good men.
i have vanished now
i have vanished into clouds
i have vanished into clouds
*
my obese old aged bloody body
listens to cold aged bloody honey
and i spread old jam on old bread.
Eyes must go entirely blind.
Ears must flow when deaf. Minds
go sadly mad
and a vast rose garden picks sad
daffodils with two keen hands
my obese old aged bloody body
listens to cold aged bloody honey
and i spread old jam on old bread.
Eyes must go entirely blind.
Ears must flow when deaf. Minds
go sadly mad
and a vast rose garden picks sad
daffodils with two keen hands
hereabouts, everyone
uses a
hard hammer.. Oh, on a islands
we lounge in the chilled sun when
fag-ash drops from soft smoke
and we will surely never see again
the old girl who dies forever
..
a garden of daisies plucks buds
a garden of rubies
is filled with excellent lawns and
i have grown ruddy fat
and, ah, i have always stroked cats
and, uh, my penis pokes a capped
lively woman
hard hammer.. Oh, on a islands
we lounge in the chilled sun when
fag-ash drops from soft smoke
and we will surely never see again
the old girl who dies forever
..
a garden of daisies plucks buds
a garden of rubies
is filled with excellent lawns and
i have grown ruddy fat
and, ah, i have always stroked cats
and, uh, my penis pokes a capped
lively woman
the ten toes i dare not lose walk
one billion miles then stomp
and ten fingers on my two hands walk
ten billion miles and then
lights light up as my lover loves talk
one billion miles then stomp
and ten fingers on my two hands walk
ten billion miles and then
lights light up as my lover loves talk
*
everybody is on the street
everybody has a transit full of sleep
and a car on the drive
has vans in the drive
and everybody is on the street
O, dead life seems sweet?
everybody is on the street
everybody has a transit full of sleep
and a car on the drive
has vans in the drive
and everybody is on the street
O, dead life seems sweet?
the cyclists who fell and died
cycle on a dying street.
I have rode a wagon to the sky
I have mounted trikes as old lies
speak from the street.
cycle on a dying street.
I have rode a wagon to the sky
I have mounted trikes as old lies
speak from the street.
the girl in my home has
no mind
the girl in my home
cleans the floors and drinks win
and me and my father
sweat for lovely eager mother
./
everybody is on the street!
the girl in my home
cleans the floors and drinks win
and me and my father
sweat for lovely eager mother
./
everybody is on the street!
*
i went to the shop and bought some buns
i sent cakes to a distant lover
and, faceless, i purchased a hot gun
o
i went to the shop and bought some buns
i sent cakes to a distant lover
and, faceless, i purchased a hot gun
o
i went to a market and loved the sun.
Bad shoppers bustled too much
Sad shoppers did not buy too much
and i went to the bakers
and paid for a cake
ah me and my father dislike rape
ah me and my sister
despise plastic snakes
.
and windows open out as sills
are hammered into a fake heart
..
I went to the fair and listened to
the carousels and the cakewalks
and the mirror maze and the huge
fascinating Big Dipper
..
and windows open out as hills
shine beyond windows
and my manse is being bulldozed by
bright loud lovely radio..
Bad shoppers bustled too much
Sad shoppers did not buy too much
and i went to the bakers
and paid for a cake
ah me and my father dislike rape
ah me and my sister
despise plastic snakes
.
and windows open out as sills
are hammered into a fake heart
..
I went to the fair and listened to
the carousels and the cakewalks
and the mirror maze and the huge
fascinating Big Dipper
..
and windows open out as hills
shine beyond windows
and my manse is being bulldozed by
bright loud lovely radio..
*
when walking in the park, i espied
some very badky disabled children
coughing sick and then i saw the sky
fall into the trees
.
I went to my car and tested the
radio therein
and i used full-leaded petrol to fill
a tank with cleansing diesel
and i drove and drove and drove
back homeward
..
when walking on the sun, i espied
idiot tabloid papers
and i arose from bed to see eyes
crossing under fevers
..
there is no street for the killed
there is no good vans here
and we walk from sleep to find fear
cutting tears from hot rain
..
when walking in the park, i espied
some very badky disabled children
coughing sick and then i saw the sky
fall into the trees
.
I went to my car and tested the
radio therein
and i used full-leaded petrol to fill
a tank with cleansing diesel
and i drove and drove and drove
back homeward
..
when walking on the sun, i espied
idiot tabloid papers
and i arose from bed to see eyes
crossing under fevers
..
there is no street for the killed
there is no good vans here
and we walk from sleep to find fear
cutting tears from hot rain
..
*
i once saw a sinner in an RC Church
confessing lies to holy men
i once saw a killer in a house of sin
killing the sun with the wind
and the cars which drive in the wind
collide with naked fools
and a road of naked fools will grind
huge cars down to nothing.
i once saw a sinner in an RC Church
confessing lies to holy men
i once saw a killer in a house of sin
killing the sun with the wind
and the cars which drive in the wind
collide with naked fools
and a road of naked fools will grind
huge cars down to nothing.
we have a hold on this wide world
we have a hold on a house of pearls
and because we have good girls
donning easy grins
we must drink good gin and swirl
around and about a town of pearls
we have a hold on a house of pearls
and because we have good girls
donning easy grins
we must drink good gin and swirl
around and about a town of pearls
i once saw a sinner in an RC Church
confessing lies to cold vicars
and a sea of hands lays hands upon
old kids and dropped green knickers
.
me and a fine female farmer stuns
mad meadows and heaped fields
..
*
today, just now, i went into town
and there i saw pedestrians in heat
who seemed very tired and in need to sleep.
Yesterday, i laughed at a clown.
Next year, i shall hope for plate of wheat
..
the baby in its buggy falls apart and neat
infant cradles are
rocked, rocked
and a baby in its huggies must hear sound
swinging from deaf record machines
.
today, just now, i went into town
and there i saw tourists under sleep
crying because they just couldn't understand
the time and the place of
the English lovely tongue
,,
the world is here outside high windows
the whirl of hot tears
spins as hot tears trickle
down my odd face where easy muscles
pump, pump
ah.
confessing lies to cold vicars
and a sea of hands lays hands upon
old kids and dropped green knickers
.
me and a fine female farmer stuns
mad meadows and heaped fields
..
*
today, just now, i went into town
and there i saw pedestrians in heat
who seemed very tired and in need to sleep.
Yesterday, i laughed at a clown.
Next year, i shall hope for plate of wheat
..
the baby in its buggy falls apart and neat
infant cradles are
rocked, rocked
and a baby in its huggies must hear sound
swinging from deaf record machines
.
today, just now, i went into town
and there i saw tourists under sleep
crying because they just couldn't understand
the time and the place of
the English lovely tongue
,,
the world is here outside high windows
the whirl of hot tears
spins as hot tears trickle
down my odd face where easy muscles
pump, pump
ah.
when eyes intend to close,
i will eat into skies and smell a rose.
i will eat into skies and smell a rose.
*
these fine days where lay down my cat
a sunny summertime strokes my pet rat
and a tree is scaled
and bees build honey
and fine evenings are spent where bats
terrify kids no more.
these fine days where lay down my cat
a sunny summertime strokes my pet rat
and a tree is scaled
and bees build honey
and fine evenings are spent where bats
terrify kids no more.
I have sown garden seed
I have owned gardens, and my sleeve
is secretly filled with hemp
and my frontyard has no car
but my rosebed appears to drive
endlessly, where green buds thrive
..
these funny afternoons where i feed
batty, poverty stricken kids
then i cook buns for poor hard pigs
and a veiny van inside the moon
raises kids from happy tunes
and i sweat and sweat
,,
I have sown garden potatoes when
a disposable barbeque cooks dead hens
oh a fitted kitchen
comes home to a smoke-alarms
and we cook eggs
and we make good beds
..
There is nobody in this frontroom
there is no-one here
and i fear the oven in my home may
well catch alight
Ah, there is nobody in life's tomb
Ah, the times are certainly midnight
.
.La
I have owned gardens, and my sleeve
is secretly filled with hemp
and my frontyard has no car
but my rosebed appears to drive
endlessly, where green buds thrive
..
these funny afternoons where i feed
batty, poverty stricken kids
then i cook buns for poor hard pigs
and a veiny van inside the moon
raises kids from happy tunes
and i sweat and sweat
,,
I have sown garden potatoes when
a disposable barbeque cooks dead hens
oh a fitted kitchen
comes home to a smoke-alarms
and we cook eggs
and we make good beds
..
There is nobody in this frontroom
there is no-one here
and i fear the oven in my home may
well catch alight
Ah, there is nobody in life's tomb
Ah, the times are certainly midnight
.
.La
*
and i have always kept apples and plums in a keen fine fruitbowl
and i have always wept
and i have certainly never slept
and i have always kept apples and plums in a keen fine fruitbowl
and a local fruiterers
serves swift pears and easy bananas
and i have always kept apples and plums in a keen fine fruitbowl
and i have always wept
and i have certainly never slept
and i have always kept apples and plums in a keen fine fruitbowl
and a local fruiterers
serves swift pears and easy bananas
o eyes roll up, up inside my head
o eyes toast blind cuts as a green grocer who sells cherries
sells cabbages and peppers to cool ladies.
,
this street i walk hides many fascinating mysteries..Oh
i stride down the stairs where daddy
once pushed me in a buggy
this street i walk hides endlessness and a motorway
causes insant high-speed driving
and a house of cards deals a king of hearts as day
heeds night..
o eyes toast blind cuts as a green grocer who sells cherries
sells cabbages and peppers to cool ladies.
,
this street i walk hides many fascinating mysteries..Oh
i stride down the stairs where daddy
once pushed me in a buggy
this street i walk hides endlessness and a motorway
causes insant high-speed driving
and a house of cards deals a king of hearts as day
heeds night..
there is situated in
my back garden some turnips
there is situated in my front garden
a bed of potatoes and tomatoes and berries,
and as i dig the garden for my family
and as i crop chilled wild wheat
i must drop a spade and listen to pruned
dizzy city rot
//
my eyes rot in my head as easy secateurs
chop all lovely trees down
and i am left here in my brutal hometown!...
there is situated in my front garden
a bed of potatoes and tomatoes and berries,
and as i dig the garden for my family
and as i crop chilled wild wheat
i must drop a spade and listen to pruned
dizzy city rot
//
my eyes rot in my head as easy secateurs
chop all lovely trees down
and i am left here in my brutal hometown!...
**
copyright jdb 2020
**
work in
progress: 1st draft poem then poem-song
title: The Route to My Demisal
the route to my mental life has to
dote on oats and grapes.
Death is my father
Sex kills my mother
and the route to my mental life has to
swill down pills and potions
dote on oats and grapes.
Death is my father
Sex kills my mother
and the route to my mental life has to
swill down pills and potions
i heeded cars and tried to drive one
but i failed life's test
and cried in the chapel
and the pills and potioms of love
adores me and makes apples
thrill my very soul
but i failed life's test
and cried in the chapel
and the pills and potioms of love
adores me and makes apples
thrill my very soul
the route to my mental life has to
drink blue pop and certainly blue
lunacy makes me a bed to
sleep well upon
and i love to sleep upon
matresses of pure fire
o, does lady death don an apron?
drink blue pop and certainly blue
lunacy makes me a bed to
sleep well upon
and i love to sleep upon
matresses of pure fire
o, does lady death don an apron?
*
i have heated some mean mead wine
i have searched for a dream
i have suffered drunken glamour, and
minders for screens
unravel into minds
and i have swallowed some lovely malt
and my wife lives on an island.
i have heated some mean mead wine
i have searched for a dream
i have suffered drunken glamour, and
minders for screens
unravel into minds
and i have swallowed some lovely malt
and my wife lives on an island.
the route to my survival leads cars to
speeding vans that travel into bruised
highways
and a bench in a park seats confused
city trades
and the route to my survival raids
ruins and hot graves
speeding vans that travel into bruised
highways
and a bench in a park seats confused
city trades
and the route to my survival raids
ruins and hot graves
ah
, a kitchen has to own a blender
ah, a chicken rots somehow for
underbellies; and fortunes of war
send ballrooms to fast sleep, and
i candify the killed
and i sweat upon milled lovers
.
the sunrise has gone away for now
the winter's grasp has burned somehow
and a playhouse darkens
all theatres
..
*
the swallows in the roof have been
gassed and thrown away
the gallows in the boot have been
smashed and hanged today
ah, a chicken rots somehow for
underbellies; and fortunes of war
send ballrooms to fast sleep, and
i candify the killed
and i sweat upon milled lovers
.
the sunrise has gone away for now
the winter's grasp has burned somehow
and a playhouse darkens
all theatres
..
*
the swallows in the roof have been
gassed and thrown away
the gallows in the boot have been
smashed and hanged today
a fattening
vast meal has trades
losing coins to pounds
and an urban mask covers slaves
and swallows in rooftops
have been stopped
dead.
losing coins to pounds
and an urban mask covers slaves
and swallows in rooftops
have been stopped
dead.
ideal brothers embrace us all
ideal fathers dance, and we
fall imto a city sun
and the birds in the attic sprawl
under mouse-traps
.
oh timeless faces fall for walls
and this house hits four walls
and i walk and then hit the wall
and my head has no real walls
.
a fattening full fast meal rots
brains and veins and body
and we strap saps around cots
and we die...
ideal fathers dance, and we
fall imto a city sun
and the birds in the attic sprawl
under mouse-traps
.
oh timeless faces fall for walls
and this house hits four walls
and i walk and then hit the wall
and my head has no real walls
.
a fattening full fast meal rots
brains and veins and body
and we strap saps around cots
and we die...
*
the key to my demise has no face
the sea of my eyes has no place
the tree of my mind
falls to cremation when
a vast bird of sleep listens to wine
and my head swirls
and my body twirls.
the key to my demise has no face
the sea of my eyes has no place
the tree of my mind
falls to cremation when
a vast bird of sleep listens to wine
and my head swirls
and my body twirls.
once upon a mind in a fast mind
an eager blue titan grasps for girls
once upon a soul, a sad mind
stopped to fall asleep
and my head swirls
and my babe dons curls
an eager blue titan grasps for girls
once upon a soul, a sad mind
stopped to fall asleep
and my head swirls
and my babe dons curls
the
key to my dun guise has no world
the sea inside death's drive
drowns all cars
and we know the rider on his rise
above road-deaths where wives
swallow guns.
the sea inside death's drive
drowns all cars
and we know the rider on his rise
above road-deaths where wives
swallow guns.
the seasoners of saviours swipe
green gas from flagons
and we wash hands when dragons
drink blonde wine.
green gas from flagons
and we wash hands when dragons
drink blonde wine.
*
dangerous sailors sail upon dangerous seas
dangerous failures wail upon
coded waves
dangerous creatures sail upon danger
and we cut sea-fingers with
hot obsidian knives
and we cry for lies
and we force-fuck imprisoned skies
..
a figure of evil heats a pan of milk
a river of seagulls
turns up gold gas where soft skulls
come deeply
and we underframe worldy milk
and we christen cold baby.
dangerous sailors sail upon dangerous seas
dangerous failures wail upon
coded waves
dangerous creatures sail upon danger
and we cut sea-fingers with
hot obsidian knives
and we cry for lies
and we force-fuck imprisoned skies
..
a figure of evil heats a pan of milk
a river of seagulls
turns up gold gas where soft skulls
come deeply
and we underframe worldy milk
and we christen cold baby.
dangerous sailors sail upon dangerous seas
dangerous killers wail inside
ashen decks
o a tribe of thieves listens to tides
and a boat of pigs
oinks at drinking wide tides
.
once upon a sphere, i saw grey wives
divorcing all famous partners
once upon a fear, i cried for wives
but i came on back home to find
a false wife and spastic microphones
and then i was left alone?
dangerous killers wail inside
ashen decks
o a tribe of thieves listens to tides
and a boat of pigs
oinks at drinking wide tides
.
once upon a sphere, i saw grey wives
divorcing all famous partners
once upon a fear, i cried for wives
but i came on back home to find
a false wife and spastic microphones
and then i was left alone?
a coldframe of evening hastens us
to abolish trees with old sawdust
and because we are killers now
and because we hate rivers now
we must learn about sawdust
.
*
the easy riders who ride until dead
have invented some safe good mopeds
easy rivers which carry bikers tread
excellent road whizzers
and i am led to sleep
and i am left to reap
motorways
and grey canyons reveal caves when
gay killers kiss a fast grave.
to abolish trees with old sawdust
and because we are killers now
and because we hate rivers now
we must learn about sawdust
.
*
the easy riders who ride until dead
have invented some safe good mopeds
easy rivers which carry bikers tread
excellent road whizzers
and i am led to sleep
and i am left to reap
motorways
and grey canyons reveal caves when
gay killers kiss a fast grave.
easy pin-ups on winter walls will send
diamond gods to heaped
motels; and hotels provide chalets
and hostels devise a clean bed for
old vacated children
,,
the easy drivers who dream of sex
crash against huge walls
and a doll of nudes pictures wet sex
and a church of stalls
hastens to grey prayed sex
oh
diamond gods to heaped
motels; and hotels provide chalets
and hostels devise a clean bed for
old vacated children
,,
the easy drivers who dream of sex
crash against huge walls
and a doll of nudes pictures wet sex
and a church of stalls
hastens to grey prayed sex
oh
a body of bells rings a tocsin when
vital hymnals arise for Jesus Men
and a good blessed vase
is filled with peppermints as glass
is filled with a sea of card
cathedrals
ah
vital hymnals arise for Jesus Men
and a good blessed vase
is filled with peppermints as glass
is filled with a sea of card
cathedrals
ah
easy devisers of night and day pass
salty hands upon beds of grey
lost wallets
and we pay for lust
and we pray for dust.
salty hands upon beds of grey
lost wallets
and we pay for lust
and we pray for dust.
*
the key to my revival lists a reel of lies
the treetop where i tongue-kissed
naked lies
has my penis skinned of sexed lips
and men and I hiss across fierce lips.
the key to my revival lists a reel of lies
the treetop where i tongue-kissed
naked lies
has my penis skinned of sexed lips
and men and I hiss across fierce lips.
beccause we always loved xmas
because we always paid for gifts
because we forever loved de business
we must weave a keen present
for men and hens.
because we always paid for gifts
because we forever loved de business
we must weave a keen present
for men and hens.
the key to my demisal hits dyed eyes
the summit of my survival
loosens flowers from keen vast skies
and pained rain
rocks my sweated heart.
,
a blown hirsute bomb atomises us
a flown sex-boot nukes white dust
and an ant upon a nested tray has musk
raging in a rill of cake-crusts
and we toast old breads
and we will bake fast buns
and we shall forever taste sweet guns
..
the key to my mistress hastens to
a hanger of whoredom
the sleeves my sadness listens to
a minder of murdered fortune
and a bay of kids drinks waved nudes
and hedonists nuke burned tides
..
*
lives run naked through the eyes
skies thrum
and a boney body sees eyes
and a scented book of flowers
leads a sweetness under guns
the summit of my survival
loosens flowers from keen vast skies
and pained rain
rocks my sweated heart.
,
a blown hirsute bomb atomises us
a flown sex-boot nukes white dust
and an ant upon a nested tray has musk
raging in a rill of cake-crusts
and we toast old breads
and we will bake fast buns
and we shall forever taste sweet guns
..
the key to my mistress hastens to
a hanger of whoredom
the sleeves my sadness listens to
a minder of murdered fortune
and a bay of kids drinks waved nudes
and hedonists nuke burned tides
..
*
lives run naked through the eyes
skies thrum
and a boney body sees eyes
and a scented book of flowers
leads a sweetness under guns
the rider of my bed dreams for
wide eyes
and the slaved city's dream-store
sells porn to brides
wide eyes
and the slaved city's dream-store
sells porn to brides
lives run naked through the eyes
skies lunge
and a hollow dude rips eyes
and exhaling old lungs
pant for fierceness
skies lunge
and a hollow dude rips eyes
and exhaling old lungs
pant for fierceness
the painters of my ultimate death
crowds my face with lotions
the saintedness of a grey death
clouds high space with potions.
crowds my face with lotions
the saintedness of a grey death
clouds high space with potions.
lives
run for lubes
wives caress lubes
and we dam emotions where death
drops graves down
celtic christs and holy ground
..
lives run naked through my eyes
lies cum for sacred clasped eyes.
Figures of fainters
taint turning papers
and i tread high water as we
thread a drowner's needle,
and ghosts spin
..
Oh?
wives caress lubes
and we dam emotions where death
drops graves down
celtic christs and holy ground
..
lives run naked through my eyes
lies cum for sacred clasped eyes.
Figures of fainters
taint turning papers
and i tread high water as we
thread a drowner's needle,
and ghosts spin
..
Oh?
*
i have always loved god
but have never believed in god
la i have always like church flowers
la i have always liked harvest bread
but i have never found
a real christ or a real church-God
and i am madly in Love with sound
and i imagine christian wasteground
tends lovely blessed gardens?
i have always loved god
but have never believed in god
la i have always like church flowers
la i have always liked harvest bread
but i have never found
a real christ or a real church-God
and i am madly in Love with sound
and i imagine christian wasteground
tends lovely blessed gardens?
the hiatus in my head plays at prayer
the harness round my bed
plots for churches swinging
and a stage of lions acts for prayer
and i have always liked God
but i have never received Lord God
ah, a painted altar under dreaming
dabs a haloed bully with
blue china and tait-and-lyle
and a cinema of angels sweetens
harvest festivals with gardens
and i have always loved Gods
but i have never summoned Gods
la la la la la ha ha hahh..
the harness round my bed
plots for churches swinging
and a stage of lions acts for prayer
and i have always liked God
but i have never received Lord God
ah, a painted altar under dreaming
dabs a haloed bully with
blue china and tait-and-lyle
and a cinema of angels sweetens
harvest festivals with gardens
and i have always loved Gods
but i have never summoned Gods
la la la la la ha ha hahh..
secret sacrements of blessers
wrap a tawny sheet about the dark
secretive porny padres
shed easy holy seed upon a parked
vicar's car
and we wipe dirt from our hands
and a funny funeral fashions stars
from easy cold-bedded disciples of
sacred coats and Josephian dogs.
wrap a tawny sheet about the dark
secretive porny padres
shed easy holy seed upon a parked
vicar's car
and we wipe dirt from our hands
and a funny funeral fashions stars
from easy cold-bedded disciples of
sacred coats and Josephian dogs.
i have always
loved lady life
but i have never had much of a life
mmm
hahhhh
but i have never had much of a life
mmm
hahhhh
THE END
..
copyright jdb 2020
...
work in progress: 1st draft poem then song-poem
title:
deaths dare not look for a finger
deaths dare not look for a finger.
lolled dark births fondle for riders
i took blu-tact. We will seek here
the ideal banging of a soft hand.
to escape above the earth is my
eager way to sweat under de sky
I get up from bed to reap lies
I summon birth. Oh eyes read minds
and mental visionaries
drop salad muck.
*
i have no mule, no calf, no baby
i jam a jazzy clave where odd Mondays
up-end a slaughtered chariot;
'o put your jam in wine,' she said when
the midnight river sailed for
cauterised mentalists whose children
filled sex with tears.
ten million easy birds skate across women,
and eyes snap..
*
there is a thralling lady here under every
falscap of bones and money.
You fish for mercy
I fish for nothingness, and vast honey
stills tears with gassed heat
rocking, a hive of heads sucks family
deeply down when
a wing of swallows sends
guilty cemeteries
back home, where a blue wren dies.
old lichen is folded in the mixed cavvies
of mictionary saved sex
and a van of throats pees upon daisies
..
*
at midnight, i we have to break both of our arms.
At turn of day, we have to shatter
old butter men with five coded fractured charms
and we farm for baby.
o we could drive around one zillion lost lives
o we could arise from
robotic radios
and we are sheared by natrons as walled guns
send slowing baby burners
to fierce dreams
.
we hold a false key to a locked high wall
we have heat to earn..
and a cigar of a sign turns rocks when balls
sends ashes to sleep
o a constant impassable teas-maid has hauled
incredible meats.
*
and we could turn this sea-shoal with engined hands
. Beside of me, a liberator of cum
haloes after a bedroom made from sand
and i feel lost without guns
a tomb of people waiting will surely mourn Pan
a wound of steeples
rises like a fire
and we shuffled down the hall where sex-pyres
have come to sweat forever
.
oh we could drive all year
ah we could abuse engines as curried tears
collide with moggies
And, whilst hiding in water, a dream of de bodies
has video for a digital soul..
*
sss a sister hisser pisses across pure ice.
Once upon a killer, we snapped blue night
and a dandelion of demure silk
spread-eagled a billboard with sour milk
..
at night, where cars glow, a sonic light
trips slowly down to a windowsill
and a right handed thief heeds bright
sailed wild weddings.
i am hiding all of my lifetimes
i am writhing
and because i am forever dumb then i
will powder tongues with denims
.
all mad men dream of Pan America
all clapped screens
cry for gems
and a petrol station built from dreams
drags lucent cars far, far away
..
O when my headache started, i was
sweeping impossible schoolyards
./?
*
nuked stannaries of gold and silver
play dead for kids and wives.
Naked, a banging flame sees spies
spiralling unto endless milners
and a bay of kids uses light's old canteen
and we abuse a dolly dream
when a bud of mecanno carries eyes
down the stream where children die
we will learn of bums
and we will earn after cherry guns
the air is sucked like a stone.
Sunlight and starred heights groan for
nudies who ream grey tides with warred
picnicking closed canals
,,
Ponds stare at the crowds
Suns scatter ships as a bend of shrouds
pees directly upon a spiraller
of dunny dweebs who mend de Father
..
outside those wicked lamps we find
a mouthed mount remainng
slapped to death with indecent minds
and we used a studio annal
and we noosed our blind city tunnels
..
ah?
*
o i have all of a sudden bathed my cock in brine
o, we had it all - the crazy paving and red wine
and because we know nothing at all
and because we heed no way of yearning
we must chat with sleep where a glass hall
shatters like the rain
and you and i will certainly find mute pain
digging for austere sad sea minds
and you and i willl certainly feel for grey grain
o graven budgies swing, swing
and we are trapped in the shops of gin
If we bake a bone, we will have to pin
bakeries of loam with hard-jetted spun sin.
Moonlght fades into sadness..
ah, as i stare at a casino then shrift madness
will trip upon a doll's tongue
and a car of canes cries for a concertina
and the wodes of skulls hoop for failure
.
o i have all a sudden fallen into misery
and my mental traintrack trips for family
and eyes boom now just like lungs
.
uh a rug of pine peers into apples
uh a drug of twine eats into meadows
and a spool of dung heats harried cattled
baby sleevings
..
.END
*
where those groovy bright labs of hair
chemically treat bald hair
then we will weep under wax
and a plumed city stair falls like the dark
and the idiots of the urbane parks
clean nylon teeth with pink plax.
o eyes seem lost without you..
o minds appear crossed by you;
and when 2 arms bear 9 hands then youths
may well linger in the pan..
i would have both my legs broken just for
the pitiful sense of a city
and 12 shot clams seize naves where de Lady
tree-hangs 1 million men with
spring cleaning narrowed bells as chimes
snap into the neighbourhood.
O for our 1 zillion girls we have saved
may the summers of the winter be raised
above a neon figure
and we are shuttered under hands
and we are battered by both hands
..
i would not have both my legs broken
unless a fractured blessing in a saucepan
entreats me back home where green fires
cook cunt for kitchen clans.
Uh...
lolled dark births fondle for riders
i took blu-tact. We will seek here
the ideal banging of a soft hand.
to escape above the earth is my
eager way to sweat under de sky
I get up from bed to reap lies
I summon birth. Oh eyes read minds
and mental visionaries
drop salad muck.
*
i have no mule, no calf, no baby
i jam a jazzy clave where odd Mondays
up-end a slaughtered chariot;
'o put your jam in wine,' she said when
the midnight river sailed for
cauterised mentalists whose children
filled sex with tears.
ten million easy birds skate across women,
and eyes snap..
*
there is a thralling lady here under every
falscap of bones and money.
You fish for mercy
I fish for nothingness, and vast honey
stills tears with gassed heat
rocking, a hive of heads sucks family
deeply down when
a wing of swallows sends
guilty cemeteries
back home, where a blue wren dies.
old lichen is folded in the mixed cavvies
of mictionary saved sex
and a van of throats pees upon daisies
..
*
at midnight, i we have to break both of our arms.
At turn of day, we have to shatter
old butter men with five coded fractured charms
and we farm for baby.
o we could drive around one zillion lost lives
o we could arise from
robotic radios
and we are sheared by natrons as walled guns
send slowing baby burners
to fierce dreams
.
we hold a false key to a locked high wall
we have heat to earn..
and a cigar of a sign turns rocks when balls
sends ashes to sleep
o a constant impassable teas-maid has hauled
incredible meats.
*
and we could turn this sea-shoal with engined hands
. Beside of me, a liberator of cum
haloes after a bedroom made from sand
and i feel lost without guns
a tomb of people waiting will surely mourn Pan
a wound of steeples
rises like a fire
and we shuffled down the hall where sex-pyres
have come to sweat forever
.
oh we could drive all year
ah we could abuse engines as curried tears
collide with moggies
And, whilst hiding in water, a dream of de bodies
has video for a digital soul..
*
sss a sister hisser pisses across pure ice.
Once upon a killer, we snapped blue night
and a dandelion of demure silk
spread-eagled a billboard with sour milk
..
at night, where cars glow, a sonic light
trips slowly down to a windowsill
and a right handed thief heeds bright
sailed wild weddings.
i am hiding all of my lifetimes
i am writhing
and because i am forever dumb then i
will powder tongues with denims
.
all mad men dream of Pan America
all clapped screens
cry for gems
and a petrol station built from dreams
drags lucent cars far, far away
..
O when my headache started, i was
sweeping impossible schoolyards
./?
*
nuked stannaries of gold and silver
play dead for kids and wives.
Naked, a banging flame sees spies
spiralling unto endless milners
and a bay of kids uses light's old canteen
and we abuse a dolly dream
when a bud of mecanno carries eyes
down the stream where children die
we will learn of bums
and we will earn after cherry guns
the air is sucked like a stone.
Sunlight and starred heights groan for
nudies who ream grey tides with warred
picnicking closed canals
,,
Ponds stare at the crowds
Suns scatter ships as a bend of shrouds
pees directly upon a spiraller
of dunny dweebs who mend de Father
..
outside those wicked lamps we find
a mouthed mount remainng
slapped to death with indecent minds
and we used a studio annal
and we noosed our blind city tunnels
..
ah?
*
o i have all of a sudden bathed my cock in brine
o, we had it all - the crazy paving and red wine
and because we know nothing at all
and because we heed no way of yearning
we must chat with sleep where a glass hall
shatters like the rain
and you and i will certainly find mute pain
digging for austere sad sea minds
and you and i willl certainly feel for grey grain
o graven budgies swing, swing
and we are trapped in the shops of gin
If we bake a bone, we will have to pin
bakeries of loam with hard-jetted spun sin.
Moonlght fades into sadness..
ah, as i stare at a casino then shrift madness
will trip upon a doll's tongue
and a car of canes cries for a concertina
and the wodes of skulls hoop for failure
.
o i have all a sudden fallen into misery
and my mental traintrack trips for family
and eyes boom now just like lungs
.
uh a rug of pine peers into apples
uh a drug of twine eats into meadows
and a spool of dung heats harried cattled
baby sleevings
..
.END
*
where those groovy bright labs of hair
chemically treat bald hair
then we will weep under wax
and a plumed city stair falls like the dark
and the idiots of the urbane parks
clean nylon teeth with pink plax.
o eyes seem lost without you..
o minds appear crossed by you;
and when 2 arms bear 9 hands then youths
may well linger in the pan..
i would have both my legs broken just for
the pitiful sense of a city
and 12 shot clams seize naves where de Lady
tree-hangs 1 million men with
spring cleaning narrowed bells as chimes
snap into the neighbourhood.
O for our 1 zillion girls we have saved
may the summers of the winter be raised
above a neon figure
and we are shuttered under hands
and we are battered by both hands
..
i would not have both my legs broken
unless a fractured blessing in a saucepan
entreats me back home where green fires
cook cunt for kitchen clans.
Uh...
...
jdb 2020
jdb 2020
**
.
title: for an easy mind work in progress: 1st poem then poem-song
the
crashing cars that move far West
collide with pain and fear
the clashes of sad nudes hear kind death
razzling under moon-tears
and a bum on a lost road rams sex
the data on a window leads loss where
crisscrossing patina heed mean air
and we crash
and we cry
and we suffer till we die
and sad sirens espy dead men and lies
the crashing cars that move far West
collide with selfless fear
the ashes of sad dudes sear sad sex
and we count on bone
and we shout inside stone
and the candles of the hissing dead
cry, cry, cry
\WHY WHY WHY?
*
ashen faces swerve into summer
wintry spaces serve sex to lovers
and a bed of hands
lays thumbs upon fingers
and the son of Man jumps old fevers
the darkness of the moon hears
rotating hands where deafened tears
trickle like a vein
and a bed of christs rocks aside fears
and ashen faces
swerve where lightning kills stasis
and i have entered into the stars
and i have counted on rivers
and i have learned about the rain
and i have suffered under pain's
swift hot kerb-crawl.
*
the pushers of sapphires heed the dead
the fathers of samphires
dig deep down into a sea where sex bread
slices old cake
and eyes shend deaths
and minds rend deaths
and an old man in the head hisses
and a cold hand holds the heads of kisses.
when once a bone mask dons a flame
then a cat of pure fire
will answer to the killed
and a boat of glass
sails upon a swan
and a mindless rider sucks a swarm
.
i have idolised ants nests as self dawns
inside a dairy moon
*
fairy fingers fondle after mumblers
easy killers cuddle
coded sugar plants
fairy seagulls fondle after Numbers
easy murders cudgel
coded city cunts
and the baths of children bathe underneath
chidden chilly chopped children
o once aside a mind, we heard the blind
darkening shadow puppets with a mind
and we dug for girls
and we fed the world
o once aside a mind, we heard the blind
and once upon a time, we saw pearls
shattering like the sun.
fairy fingers fondle after mumblers
easy rivers cuddle
coded dreaming feathers
and a bed of bone bags the dead when
hot bread digs for lovers
..
Uh
*
the strapped horsed angels who fly for fears
trample veiny winged tears
the clapped forced temples of the dead
shear hands from fears
and a stable under spheres
fallows kitchen tundras
and a cabled easy father
wallops spermy coves with distant thunder.
o when once a cavern in a cage rocks
roller men with city ravens
then a brawl of crazy wipes must rot
a buttered cage of milk and wheat and raisins
and a daughtered flower
vanishes into ovens.
the strapped horsed angels who fly for fears
trampled veiny winged souls
the crapped cockers of a father's rose
has no true flowered mien
and we owe owls to sirens
and we rock around a dairy gem
the fortress of a keen mind glows like skin
and my world is pyramid?
*
easy, we see thru eyes
easy, we see thru skies
easy, we see thru lives
and a mind of power thinks about wives
and a mental flower
drops a rosebud
easy, we see thru sleep
easy, we hear the deep
drowning, and a sea of sleep jabs tides
and we live to die..
eaten razors cut into hands
frozen pleasures cut into fangs
and a cat of god
uses his tail for Love
and a sea of drugs
feeds the ten thousand
easy, we see thru eyes
easy, we see thru skies
easy, we see thru mirrrors
and a mind of powers thinks for brides
and a mental tower
topples into wide
whipped wives
..
oh!
*
the users of a mad gun shoot up with
killer vehicles
the abusers of the sun shoot up with
killed shot missiles
and a cage of men cuts a sea of pigs
with a cavern of guns and lovers
o a bone of glass shatters just like
a mad sad body whose height
fell down into the sea long times ago
and a house of sleep
rocks a mind with castled wheat
the users of a mad gun shoot up with
killler cradles
the abusers of a drum bang cuts with
one million candles
and we have the words by heart:
the dead, the killed, the stars of dark
dreamsome fathers
..
a rider of the red carries horses home
a bridler of the dead marries to stone
and eyes peer thru eyes
and minds leer thru minds
and woman cuts into spines.
.
*
a saviour of the moon seizes sad cartoons
a sailor of the sun
heaps love as lovely men upon the run
hear mad noise
and a laden mental room sleeps for tunes
o eyes have gone love-blind
o spies have gond mind-blind
o tides have died, and light sees minds
digging after mad gold
a saviour of the moon seizes sad poltrooons
a kisser on the run
peals hot breaths from lunged
body guns
and we lay awake in ther rain
and we drag lakes for drowned pain
o a dogdayed sinner has to burst for sleep
o a cat-prayed sister has to
enhearse her mind with the colour true
and a bed of mice
swallows heaven's price
and a sleeping tear wallows under christ's
blue burial
..
eyes see thru eyes
skies see thru skies
minds see thru lives; and a bolt of rain
rackets down an urban village
and loud towns assault a vicarage
...
easy riders writhe as odes to pain
swill down English grain.
*
the murmur of a murdered mamma
hears sirens in the stars
sex-killing old men with old mirrors
the mana of a murdered dad carves
keen cruelty from web-washed cars
and we see into
a sunless sky of screws
and we see inside
a mindless sun of suicides
..
the feathers of the canny cut hard
salt boners
the fevers of the deadly cut scars
and we bear the scars
and we cry for Mars
and, lo, as a van made from stoners
suffers for old mirrors
then we load up with lost gold
...
the murmur of a murdered mamma
hears sirens in rivers
raising guilty blood from old killers
ah ah
outed, a bill of rape pays for rippers
routed, a sea of drakes pays for zippers
and a shouting owl
hastens into a thundery winter-foal
and a horse on a chalked hill
listens to S aint John still..
*
these are the days of darkness and fire
these are the days when
everything impossible happens;
and because day leads to dark pyres
and because day ends in midnight
the loud clouds of deepest life
will surely fill the moon and rend
dogs and windmill men
..
these are the days of darkness and fire
these are the days when
dark crowds cover a moon of gems
and a brawl in a field has to send
pantheons of women to a fast spind
body wind
there are sad nights owned by sin
there are mad dark rites which spin
phantom bats out from a sky of gin
and oats and beans and sugar barley
widen sweets with young lips
..
o-lahhh!!!??
a brocade in de boiling has winds
breaking bood
a fast parade of faces bends winds
and a month of mondays
happens where death turns sour?
bad sickly silk burns up...
mad sticky titty milk burns cups
and a bonce of pure iron craps
upon two outstretched eager hands
..
these are the days of death's coming
these are the graves we had
made numb as the legs of cads; and I
jeer and point cunt at the western moon
and strike cruel distance with crags
and easy suvivors
are killed off, and easy riders
revolve abount a carousel of tigers
my mind plays tricks with brain boxers.
Local heroes chomp on a crocus
and my mind casts cabs across rivers
and a duke of Athens
disappears into low-hanging gardens
xmas holly burns on bearded cheeks
systematic babies break up for weeks
and a canny veil forms tears from
indigo studies
and xmas holly burns on bum-cheeks?
i should play romantic about Love
i should pray for the shadow of Love
i will swell up just like sex balloons
and knocked evil fires
swallow bushes as boned sapphires
sea-scratch nude rapists with spires
and razzlers of radio death
warms eggy bums on neon theft's
heaped high noon...
eyes peer thru eyes
skies leer thru skies
madam moonrise summons
soaking fists when
lady loss leaps into children
and a bunch of hens
feeds swine to old men
lo old eyes peer thru
raised lickers of dun jewels..
heaped, a spastic city soul
sweeps guns from stasis
eyes peer thru eyes
minds leer from brides
macadam loosens roadways
and we hasten to
the midnight birds in
naked fawn when spun sin
drink from signal crabs
..
easy rider, why tease me
easy mamma, why please me
o i have counted on burnt hills
o i have routed blind berries
and icy veins of silk
wash cunny in lost milks
..
Ideal hotels
heap hostesses under cells
ideal hostels
heap old losses under bells
ah ah ah
ah ah ahh
Endlesss pharoahs swing
Trendless shakespearoes
glow inside five winds...
ohhhhh
THE END?
*
JDB 16/02/2020.
collide with pain and fear
the clashes of sad nudes hear kind death
razzling under moon-tears
and a bum on a lost road rams sex
the data on a window leads loss where
crisscrossing patina heed mean air
and we crash
and we cry
and we suffer till we die
and sad sirens espy dead men and lies
the crashing cars that move far West
collide with selfless fear
the ashes of sad dudes sear sad sex
and we count on bone
and we shout inside stone
and the candles of the hissing dead
cry, cry, cry
\WHY WHY WHY?
*
ashen faces swerve into summer
wintry spaces serve sex to lovers
and a bed of hands
lays thumbs upon fingers
and the son of Man jumps old fevers
the darkness of the moon hears
rotating hands where deafened tears
trickle like a vein
and a bed of christs rocks aside fears
and ashen faces
swerve where lightning kills stasis
and i have entered into the stars
and i have counted on rivers
and i have learned about the rain
and i have suffered under pain's
swift hot kerb-crawl.
*
the pushers of sapphires heed the dead
the fathers of samphires
dig deep down into a sea where sex bread
slices old cake
and eyes shend deaths
and minds rend deaths
and an old man in the head hisses
and a cold hand holds the heads of kisses.
when once a bone mask dons a flame
then a cat of pure fire
will answer to the killed
and a boat of glass
sails upon a swan
and a mindless rider sucks a swarm
.
i have idolised ants nests as self dawns
inside a dairy moon
*
fairy fingers fondle after mumblers
easy killers cuddle
coded sugar plants
fairy seagulls fondle after Numbers
easy murders cudgel
coded city cunts
and the baths of children bathe underneath
chidden chilly chopped children
o once aside a mind, we heard the blind
darkening shadow puppets with a mind
and we dug for girls
and we fed the world
o once aside a mind, we heard the blind
and once upon a time, we saw pearls
shattering like the sun.
fairy fingers fondle after mumblers
easy rivers cuddle
coded dreaming feathers
and a bed of bone bags the dead when
hot bread digs for lovers
..
Uh
*
the strapped horsed angels who fly for fears
trample veiny winged tears
the clapped forced temples of the dead
shear hands from fears
and a stable under spheres
fallows kitchen tundras
and a cabled easy father
wallops spermy coves with distant thunder.
o when once a cavern in a cage rocks
roller men with city ravens
then a brawl of crazy wipes must rot
a buttered cage of milk and wheat and raisins
and a daughtered flower
vanishes into ovens.
the strapped horsed angels who fly for fears
trampled veiny winged souls
the crapped cockers of a father's rose
has no true flowered mien
and we owe owls to sirens
and we rock around a dairy gem
the fortress of a keen mind glows like skin
and my world is pyramid?
*
easy, we see thru eyes
easy, we see thru skies
easy, we see thru lives
and a mind of power thinks about wives
and a mental flower
drops a rosebud
easy, we see thru sleep
easy, we hear the deep
drowning, and a sea of sleep jabs tides
and we live to die..
eaten razors cut into hands
frozen pleasures cut into fangs
and a cat of god
uses his tail for Love
and a sea of drugs
feeds the ten thousand
easy, we see thru eyes
easy, we see thru skies
easy, we see thru mirrrors
and a mind of powers thinks for brides
and a mental tower
topples into wide
whipped wives
..
oh!
*
the users of a mad gun shoot up with
killer vehicles
the abusers of the sun shoot up with
killed shot missiles
and a cage of men cuts a sea of pigs
with a cavern of guns and lovers
o a bone of glass shatters just like
a mad sad body whose height
fell down into the sea long times ago
and a house of sleep
rocks a mind with castled wheat
the users of a mad gun shoot up with
killler cradles
the abusers of a drum bang cuts with
one million candles
and we have the words by heart:
the dead, the killed, the stars of dark
dreamsome fathers
..
a rider of the red carries horses home
a bridler of the dead marries to stone
and eyes peer thru eyes
and minds leer thru minds
and woman cuts into spines.
.
*
a saviour of the moon seizes sad cartoons
a sailor of the sun
heaps love as lovely men upon the run
hear mad noise
and a laden mental room sleeps for tunes
o eyes have gone love-blind
o spies have gond mind-blind
o tides have died, and light sees minds
digging after mad gold
a saviour of the moon seizes sad poltrooons
a kisser on the run
peals hot breaths from lunged
body guns
and we lay awake in ther rain
and we drag lakes for drowned pain
o a dogdayed sinner has to burst for sleep
o a cat-prayed sister has to
enhearse her mind with the colour true
and a bed of mice
swallows heaven's price
and a sleeping tear wallows under christ's
blue burial
..
eyes see thru eyes
skies see thru skies
minds see thru lives; and a bolt of rain
rackets down an urban village
and loud towns assault a vicarage
...
easy riders writhe as odes to pain
swill down English grain.
*
the murmur of a murdered mamma
hears sirens in the stars
sex-killing old men with old mirrors
the mana of a murdered dad carves
keen cruelty from web-washed cars
and we see into
a sunless sky of screws
and we see inside
a mindless sun of suicides
..
the feathers of the canny cut hard
salt boners
the fevers of the deadly cut scars
and we bear the scars
and we cry for Mars
and, lo, as a van made from stoners
suffers for old mirrors
then we load up with lost gold
...
the murmur of a murdered mamma
hears sirens in rivers
raising guilty blood from old killers
ah ah
outed, a bill of rape pays for rippers
routed, a sea of drakes pays for zippers
and a shouting owl
hastens into a thundery winter-foal
and a horse on a chalked hill
listens to S aint John still..
*
these are the days of darkness and fire
these are the days when
everything impossible happens;
and because day leads to dark pyres
and because day ends in midnight
the loud clouds of deepest life
will surely fill the moon and rend
dogs and windmill men
..
these are the days of darkness and fire
these are the days when
dark crowds cover a moon of gems
and a brawl in a field has to send
pantheons of women to a fast spind
body wind
there are sad nights owned by sin
there are mad dark rites which spin
phantom bats out from a sky of gin
and oats and beans and sugar barley
widen sweets with young lips
..
o-lahhh!!!??
a brocade in de boiling has winds
breaking bood
a fast parade of faces bends winds
and a month of mondays
happens where death turns sour?
bad sickly silk burns up...
mad sticky titty milk burns cups
and a bonce of pure iron craps
upon two outstretched eager hands
..
these are the days of death's coming
these are the graves we had
made numb as the legs of cads; and I
jeer and point cunt at the western moon
and strike cruel distance with crags
and easy suvivors
are killed off, and easy riders
revolve abount a carousel of tigers
my mind plays tricks with brain boxers.
Local heroes chomp on a crocus
and my mind casts cabs across rivers
and a duke of Athens
disappears into low-hanging gardens
xmas holly burns on bearded cheeks
systematic babies break up for weeks
and a canny veil forms tears from
indigo studies
and xmas holly burns on bum-cheeks?
i should play romantic about Love
i should pray for the shadow of Love
i will swell up just like sex balloons
and knocked evil fires
swallow bushes as boned sapphires
sea-scratch nude rapists with spires
and razzlers of radio death
warms eggy bums on neon theft's
heaped high noon...
eyes peer thru eyes
skies leer thru skies
madam moonrise summons
soaking fists when
lady loss leaps into children
and a bunch of hens
feeds swine to old men
lo old eyes peer thru
raised lickers of dun jewels..
heaped, a spastic city soul
sweeps guns from stasis
eyes peer thru eyes
minds leer from brides
macadam loosens roadways
and we hasten to
the midnight birds in
naked fawn when spun sin
drink from signal crabs
..
easy rider, why tease me
easy mamma, why please me
o i have counted on burnt hills
o i have routed blind berries
and icy veins of silk
wash cunny in lost milks
..
Ideal hotels
heap hostesses under cells
ideal hostels
heap old losses under bells
ah ah ah
ah ah ahh
Endlesss pharoahs swing
Trendless shakespearoes
glow inside five winds...
ohhhhh
THE END?
*
JDB 16/02/2020.
*
work in progress. title: the eggs in a distant pan .. 1st draft poem then song-poem
the eggs in a distant pan have
withered away
the dregs of equidistance stab
artichokes and crab
and we cook rope
and we roast clay
and our fast lives will sun-pray
for lovely endless women
withered away
the dregs of equidistance stab
artichokes and crab
and we cook rope
and we roast clay
and our fast lives will sun-pray
for lovely endless women
tea things swallow
dope
teeted rings are cut from soap
coffee, cannabis and old soup
boil dry inside two hands
and a taste of money
wanders under expansive sands..
teeted rings are cut from soap
coffee, cannabis and old soup
boil dry inside two hands
and a taste of money
wanders under expansive sands..
the eggs found sterilised must
shatter underground
because eggs under deep dust
shade kids with babies
shatter underground
because eggs under deep dust
shade kids with babies
*
o we lay a still-born babe to rest
o we pray and pray
as we cherish fields
as we perish, then a sea of death
will punish women
o we lay a still-born babe to rest
o we lay a still-born babe to rest
o we pray and pray
as we cherish fields
as we perish, then a sea of death
will punish women
o we lay a still-born babe to rest
i
detest my life
i despise the fact i want a life
i hate the fact i want a good life
o eyes see inside
sinister clothes
and i play naked now and hiss
across cold thin ice
i despise the fact i want a life
i hate the fact i want a good life
o eyes see inside
sinister clothes
and i play naked now and hiss
across cold thin ice
o we lay a still-born babe to rest
o we pray and pray
. I have put this life upon my sex
and let pussy-cat speak for me?
..
o we pray and pray
. I have put this life upon my sex
and let pussy-cat speak for me?
..
*
i roasted me a banana cake
i toasted me a plate of snakes
and my headpiece turns inside my mind
and a soft star-fleet
swallows space
i roasted me a banana cake
i toasted me a plate of snakes
and my headpiece turns inside my mind
and a soft star-fleet
swallows space
easy fingers fix black christ where
we touch a hot body
and listen to fear
and easy days lead to night as tears
stream from endlessness
we touch a hot body
and listen to fear
and easy days lead to night as tears
stream from endlessness
i roasted me a banana bap
i toasted me a plate of crap
and as impossible food-things snap
wafers and ice
i feed off buns and eat old saps
i toasted me a plate of crap
and as impossible food-things snap
wafers and ice
i feed off buns and eat old saps
easy fingers fix a black God where
we feed love's true lady
and a bead of wheat dons prayer
and keen dizzy dreams
drop
drop
down down
into a holy town where angels
fall to the ground
we feed love's true lady
and a bead of wheat dons prayer
and keen dizzy dreams
drop
drop
down down
into a holy town where angels
fall to the ground
*
i fill my favourite automatic with fast oil
i thrill and thrill
i feel for sanctified cars
i close the van-door and see the soil
uncovering coercion from old sitars
i fill my favourite automatic with fast oil
i thrill and thrill
i feel for sanctified cars
i close the van-door and see the soil
uncovering coercion from old sitars
blue veins transgress red fear as
eyes peer into eyes
blind veins tear death from odd sky
and we aim to torch the rain
but the kind of torch we carry
hastens to burnt pain
eyes peer into eyes
blind veins tear death from odd sky
and we aim to torch the rain
but the kind of torch we carry
hastens to burnt pain
i fill my favourite automatic
with fast oil
o i don't think that i killed
and i do not remember now just how toil
made me climb a cliff
and sense seems filled
.
*
these sad days where i learn to dream all year
have come now to a junction
these mad days where i learn to disappear
have come now to nude emotion
and a bed of butters
spreads dirt upon jam
and a house of shutters
spreads poon-lips
o
these sad nights where i learn to hear fear
have come to darken me
these bad nights where i can't function
heap mud upon slags
o
a bowl of lice loops old dinners
Death becomes us
Cellves benumb us
and a cap of christs dons a bread-crust
and the lap of life
bends over a cooking knife
o
o i don't think that i killed
and i do not remember now just how toil
made me climb a cliff
and sense seems filled
.
*
these sad days where i learn to dream all year
have come now to a junction
these mad days where i learn to disappear
have come now to nude emotion
and a bed of butters
spreads dirt upon jam
and a house of shutters
spreads poon-lips
o
these sad nights where i learn to hear fear
have come to darken me
these bad nights where i can't function
heap mud upon slags
o
a bowl of lice loops old dinners
Death becomes us
Cellves benumb us
and a cap of christs dons a bread-crust
and the lap of life
bends over a cooking knife
o
i have come again into a green bead
i have come again into heaved
coda heaven
and lost songs end as listeners heed
i have come again into heaved
coda heaven
and lost songs end as listeners heed
darted deadliness..
*
i lace a life with penile burning
i face into life,
and eyes ignite ferns with yearning
o we have to fear life
for then fear listens to midnight
and a bone of madness
twirls like an apple
and we sink old teeth into candles
i lace a life with penile burning
i face into life,
and eyes ignite ferns with yearning
o we have to fear life
for then fear listens to midnight
and a bone of madness
twirls like an apple
and we sink old teeth into candles
once a year, i take a brief holiday
once a lifetime
i take a dead break
and i telephone sex
and shake to de power.
once a lifetime
i take a dead break
and i telephone sex
and shake to de power.
Deaths have us harnessed by rapes
Sex has us sea-shaped
and sunny boys at the side of mess
turn a hot blanket
upside down in a torn town
Sex has us sea-shaped
and sunny boys at the side of mess
turn a hot blanket
upside down in a torn town
i lace my life with female yearning
i face into mice
and minds set light to jesus
and weepers hit kites with judas
..
*
purple legions give guns to old soldiers
purple seasons
shine upon barracks
and old blue grenades shadow sailors
and gold nude barracks
drop naked bombs upon murder-givers
i face into mice
and minds set light to jesus
and weepers hit kites with judas
..
*
purple legions give guns to old soldiers
purple seasons
shine upon barracks
and old blue grenades shadow sailors
and gold nude barracks
drop naked bombs upon murder-givers
a vast stone has been somehow shifted
a vast dome has been
shot to easy pieces
and a don of all times teaches dreams
and a son of all minds
listens to easy screams
a vast dome has been
shot to easy pieces
and a don of all times teaches dreams
and a son of all minds
listens to easy screams
purple legions give guns to old saviours
purple serums
drop bombs into ashes
and roller men shoot lashes
and guilty men confess to hashes
o
purple serums
drop bombs into ashes
and roller men shoot lashes
and guilty men confess to hashes
o
i know all about the reasons why
dead men disappear into the sky
dead men disappear into the sky
*
i love life but tend to sleep all year
i loved christ
but jesus is not real anymore
and judas doesn't hang no more
and a holy eye
widens into tides
ah
i lost life and tend to die all year
i lost christ
but jesus does not hear no more
and judas dare not betray no more
and i sweep sweets from masses
and i preach to the poor
ah
a bended sunken garland stores
easy coke in a sea of whores
a rented shrunken sea of wards
wails after mind-dogs
o as we ravel into time
then we time-travel into cogs
and we swirl for a baby
and we twirl for de Lady
ah
i love all the time but love has not
found me a lovely partner
i kiss all the time but love has not
given me any head
and a bed of mols
melts into dolls
ah
wicked teachers with low knives
summon spires from lies
wicked preachers with old eyes
deafen the go blind
and we are as blind as rude brides
.
*
the meadows of a country life
are searched now for corn
the shadow of a country wife
is here searched now for fawns
and a fallow deer
dreams of non-existant tears
and we dance upon the ceiling.
i love life but tend to sleep all year
i loved christ
but jesus is not real anymore
and judas doesn't hang no more
and a holy eye
widens into tides
ah
i lost life and tend to die all year
i lost christ
but jesus does not hear no more
and judas dare not betray no more
and i sweep sweets from masses
and i preach to the poor
ah
a bended sunken garland stores
easy coke in a sea of whores
a rented shrunken sea of wards
wails after mind-dogs
o as we ravel into time
then we time-travel into cogs
and we swirl for a baby
and we twirl for de Lady
ah
i love all the time but love has not
found me a lovely partner
i kiss all the time but love has not
given me any head
and a bed of mols
melts into dolls
ah
wicked teachers with low knives
summon spires from lies
wicked preachers with old eyes
deafen the go blind
and we are as blind as rude brides
.
*
the meadows of a country life
are searched now for corn
the shadow of a country wife
is here searched now for fawns
and a fallow deer
dreams of non-existant tears
and we dance upon the ceiling.
wicked teachers of the poor
sneer into glass
wicked preachers of the poor
jeer into grass
and a fallow deer
dreams of eagles as old whores
shed penates blood
sneer into glass
wicked preachers of the poor
jeer into grass
and a fallow deer
dreams of eagles as old whores
shed penates blood
o the mellow fields where
once i
ejaculated teenage cum
has now hit me in my mind; O, i
cannot feel my thumbs
and i may never shoot my spine
..
ancient dolphins listen to time.
Sugar-loaves break;
and we swim with sharks as wine
obfuscates the thousand
there is a model woman here who
has always been bloody and nude?
ejaculated teenage cum
has now hit me in my mind; O, i
cannot feel my thumbs
and i may never shoot my spine
..
ancient dolphins listen to time.
Sugar-loaves break;
and we swim with sharks as wine
obfuscates the thousand
there is a model woman here who
has always been bloody and nude?
*
Outlived by everybody, the son of Man
died upon a small cross
Outlived by every man, the son of Man
died upon a torn cross
and a tomb of loss
tosses off
O
where we extend old alms, then moss
gets kicked off by ladies
where we extend cold charms, then
crucifying agents if holy babies
will certainly crack;
and easy riders fade to crap
and soldier-shadow stops the rap
O
outlived, we use a mind for a mane
shout-rigged, we abuse mental pain
and the delvers of the wacked
weaves old wives into pigeon-rain
and we dance inside the rain
.. O
a cellar filled with telephones traps
pursing lips in voiced cathedrals
and the stars of Woman
falls to female earth where seagulls
peck beads from carrion idols
O
the slivering marmalade slices i
have always spread on cake
thrills my gold kitchen with eyes
and me and my natal girl writhe
deeply down in a withering soul
O
outlived by everybody, the son of Man
gets ripped apart by crossses
Outlived by every woman, sonny Pan
swings to a crucified jazz-beat
and the gods on mind-wards reap
slain birds from opened holy sleep
O
lambwhites on a lily-wet hill floss
alien Juno-teeth with radio kisses
and we cook ourselves some eggs
and we roast ourselves hot bread
and we listen to a cooking egg
O
hands clasp to palmed meringues
and the son of children heaps dregs
and we push sweet piss across ice
and we dream of an utmost genie
and cardboard toy boats sink life
into an unsinkable papered moon
O
i had a passion for a real God but
now, these days, i tend to pray to sluts.
Missions of dirt have raised me from
eaten mindists of biblical neurosis
and i hear a dun deaf eye listening to
sad winged servants of a holy bruise
O
mandatory demons demonise truths
mandatory sirens darken cloved boots
and because heaven is stoned and dead
and because real heaven never existed
and because true gardens
must always turn in flowery circles
we must eat into green reason
O
the oats and plums of sweetness
heap salads upon windy wine-deepness
the oats and plums of sweet nests
heap cooked mallards upon loveliness
and the words of Man
read verses to old England
O
tiny british islands flow directly where
bad traffic lights leap from sweet air.
Death pours a dram
Breath parts macadam
Sex mauls brigands and
old oglers of city papers use hands
to grip a solemn ego
Ahh
Outlived by everybody, the son of Man
died upon a small cross
Outlived by every man, the son of Man
died upon a torn cross
and a tomb of loss
tosses off
O
where we extend old alms, then moss
gets kicked off by ladies
where we extend cold charms, then
crucifying agents if holy babies
will certainly crack;
and easy riders fade to crap
and soldier-shadow stops the rap
O
outlived, we use a mind for a mane
shout-rigged, we abuse mental pain
and the delvers of the wacked
weaves old wives into pigeon-rain
and we dance inside the rain
.. O
a cellar filled with telephones traps
pursing lips in voiced cathedrals
and the stars of Woman
falls to female earth where seagulls
peck beads from carrion idols
O
the slivering marmalade slices i
have always spread on cake
thrills my gold kitchen with eyes
and me and my natal girl writhe
deeply down in a withering soul
O
outlived by everybody, the son of Man
gets ripped apart by crossses
Outlived by every woman, sonny Pan
swings to a crucified jazz-beat
and the gods on mind-wards reap
slain birds from opened holy sleep
O
lambwhites on a lily-wet hill floss
alien Juno-teeth with radio kisses
and we cook ourselves some eggs
and we roast ourselves hot bread
and we listen to a cooking egg
O
hands clasp to palmed meringues
and the son of children heaps dregs
and we push sweet piss across ice
and we dream of an utmost genie
and cardboard toy boats sink life
into an unsinkable papered moon
O
i had a passion for a real God but
now, these days, i tend to pray to sluts.
Missions of dirt have raised me from
eaten mindists of biblical neurosis
and i hear a dun deaf eye listening to
sad winged servants of a holy bruise
O
mandatory demons demonise truths
mandatory sirens darken cloved boots
and because heaven is stoned and dead
and because real heaven never existed
and because true gardens
must always turn in flowery circles
we must eat into green reason
O
the oats and plums of sweetness
heap salads upon windy wine-deepness
the oats and plums of sweet nests
heap cooked mallards upon loveliness
and the words of Man
read verses to old England
O
tiny british islands flow directly where
bad traffic lights leap from sweet air.
Death pours a dram
Breath parts macadam
Sex mauls brigands and
old oglers of city papers use hands
to grip a solemn ego
Ahh
whatever we have to say is now
lost in the easter weather
whatever we used to say has now
crapped upon a gourde in the clouds
and a starry hilltop surrenders to crowds
and ogres wash ovens
and killers cut onions
..
O Out Out Out
endlessness
O Out Out Out
deadliness...
lost in the easter weather
whatever we used to say has now
crapped upon a gourde in the clouds
and a starry hilltop surrenders to crowds
and ogres wash ovens
and killers cut onions
..
O Out Out Out
endlessness
O Out Out Out
deadliness...
FINISH?
.
.
JDB 20/02/2020
.
work in progress title: Back in Ancient Times where Women sewed Twine
back in ancient times, where women sewed twine,
a sack of patent grime
gave way to a sea of minds
o, hacked off by nails, a doctor in a midday's whine
swallows disabled wine
and a room of fire heaps cat-men under time's
invaded sauce
1st draft poem then song-poem
back in ancient times, where women sewed twine,
a sack of patent grime
gave way to a sea of minds
o, hacked off by nails, a doctor in a midday's whine
swallows disabled wine
and a room of fire heaps cat-men under time's
invaded sauce
the daddy on the nookey has no news to read.
Bald baby on the buggy
swills mam's curries down;
and a bulb of gasses serenades the body
and a sun in reason drowns
.
back in ancient times, where women knitted
a vest of volts,
a loom of dolts
entered a real pincode in a bank-machine
and a spire of all time
writhes up, up, up,
and a heated cup drops drink under dreams
Bald baby on the buggy
swills mam's curries down;
and a bulb of gasses serenades the body
and a sun in reason drowns
.
back in ancient times, where women knitted
a vest of volts,
a loom of dolts
entered a real pincode in a bank-machine
and a spire of all time
writhes up, up, up,
and a heated cup drops drink under dreams
*
daddy weds mummy
baby weds dummies
and a room of hands changes times with
cradled watches
daddy weds mummy
baby weds dummies
and a room of hands changes times with
cradled watches
daddy weds mummy
mummy weds bodies
and a room of hands charges times with
candled faces.
mummy weds bodies
and a room of hands charges times with
candled faces.
a mansion on a lost hill falls into the trees
a patient on a crossed hill
falls into the seas
a patient on a crossed hill
falls into the seas
daddy weds mummy
babby weds honey
and a room of races links times to
brilliant mad boys
babby weds honey
and a room of races links times to
brilliant mad boys
Uh
*
back in the mists of time, a body on a bench
gave head to watches
back in a kiss, golden wine
celebrated eyes and ears
and a bone of Love cuts tears for wrenched
lady faces
back in the mists of time, a body on a bench
gave head to watches
back in a kiss, golden wine
celebrated eyes and ears
and a bone of Love cuts tears for wrenched
lady faces
handles on coffee pots fall to china-earth
ladles on hot tea-pots
fall inside birth
and a naked smell cuts on naked birch
and ladies lead old lots
ladles on hot tea-pots
fall inside birth
and a naked smell cuts on naked birch
and ladies lead old lots
back in the mists of time, a body on a bench
lost all its clothing,
and a baby on a bus fails to alight
ah ah ah
lost all its clothing,
and a baby on a bus fails to alight
ah ah ah
*
a droplet of stale water lines taps with
driven dried men
a droplet of old water lines traps with
bedraggled cold kids
and we sweat forever
and we reap the weather
and we cook ourselves a nice meal?!
a droplet of stale water lines taps with
driven dried men
a droplet of old water lines traps with
bedraggled cold kids
and we sweat forever
and we reap the weather
and we cook ourselves a nice meal?!
a summer in the sun burns everyone
a winter in the sun bears hot ice to
all men and all women
O
a winter in the sun bears hot ice to
all men and all women
O
a droplet of stale water lines taps with
driven dead men
a droplet of rinsed water caps cats with
wonderful feline mien
O
driven dead men
a droplet of rinsed water caps cats with
wonderful feline mien
O
eyes smile thru eyes
skies smille thru tides
and i will learn of night till blue brides
stop.
skies smille thru tides
and i will learn of night till blue brides
stop.
*
me and men and odd old women
have taken a trip to the moon
o, me and men and odd old children
have taken a trip to cartoons
and a rocket heeds
burned shuttles
and a star in need
watches over chicken
and eyes burn up
me and men and odd old women
have taken a trip to the moon
o, me and men and odd old children
have taken a trip to cartoons
and a rocket heeds
burned shuttles
and a star in need
watches over chicken
and eyes burn up
me and men and old rolled women
have taken a trip to the sun
o, me and men and odd kid-fiction
launched a keen ship to where
starships fell from thinned air
have taken a trip to the sun
o, me and men and odd kid-fiction
launched a keen ship to where
starships fell from thinned air
once aside a mind, i thought of
coming home to my wife
but i realise now that my wife
has been dead since life
began
coming home to my wife
but i realise now that my wife
has been dead since life
began
*
as hay-long cities harvest country corn
we may learn about
ideal farmers of sheer drought.
Dead men mean business
Dead hens lay eggs no more
and eyes turn on
and eyes burn out..
Oh, dead men will harness
cold ladies
as hay-long cities harvest country corn
we may learn about
ideal farmers of sheer drought.
Dead men mean business
Dead hens lay eggs no more
and eyes turn on
and eyes burn out..
Oh, dead men will harness
cold ladies
a bad cup of coffee stains the body
a sad mug of cofffee
strains for instant toffee
and wheat ends
and sleep ends
La
a sad mug of cofffee
strains for instant toffee
and wheat ends
and sleep ends
La
as hay-long cities harvest country porn
we may burn out.
.
*
all around our easy world
we listen to the stars
Old babes burn and as heaven's car
dreams of death
all around our easy world
we listen to dead Mars
Oh
we may burn out.
.
*
all around our easy world
we listen to the stars
Old babes burn and as heaven's car
dreams of death
all around our easy world
we listen to dead Mars
Oh
once upon a time, we softened
coded caves
once upon a mind, we deadened
coded graves
and our easy world hastens to
the shooting of the blue
Oh.
coded caves
once upon a mind, we deadened
coded graves
and our easy world hastens to
the shooting of the blue
Oh.
eaters of mermaids suck new
baby buddies
eaters of fished lays suck new
baby lovies
Oh
baby buddies
eaters of fished lays suck new
baby lovies
Oh
as times die out, a naked view
heaps a mound of honey
and a crazy world
sun-travels round the world
and our world is surely pyramid
Oh?
heaps a mound of honey
and a crazy world
sun-travels round the world
and our world is surely pyramid
Oh?
END
*
wee-wee has a saline smell?
pee-pee has an anal shell?
or is it more that most people spend sex-time
staring in the eyes of cock-hell?
wee-wee has a saline smell?
pee-pee has an anal shell?
or is it more that most people spend sex-time
staring in the eyes of cock-hell?
beside a cockle-pit, i fished for wine
inside a fishy lip, i fished for filly brine
and a man at ease
will arise from love's knees
and rot outside a cruel and crazy world
where lightning fills all trees
inside a fishy lip, i fished for filly brine
and a man at ease
will arise from love's knees
and rot outside a cruel and crazy world
where lightning fills all trees
i have a fat lardy body
i listen to bats
and my dead mummy has nobody
and my dead daddy
hears old reason flying out to study
everything about de joys of sex..
i listen to bats
and my dead mummy has nobody
and my dead daddy
hears old reason flying out to study
everything about de joys of sex..
wee-wee has some sugars?
pee-pee pokes a yellow cell?
or is it more that most people spend sex-times
rocking around dead prawns?
pee-pee pokes a yellow cell?
or is it more that most people spend sex-times
rocking around dead prawns?
Uh
*
and i will cauterise a keen wound
and i shall suck an old chid's cut
and eyes will certainly fix me inside
old prisosn where sucked cuts move
and i will cauterise a keen wound
and i shall suck an old chid's cut
and eyes will certainly fix me inside
old prisosn where sucked cuts move
o i am going now on a fast holiday
to the sides of the seas where family
shoot drowned seagulls dead
to the sides of the seas where family
shoot drowned seagulls dead
and i will cauterise a keen wound
and i will suck a slut's sweet swoon
o once inside a day
men shit in the wind then pass away?
and i will suck a slut's sweet swoon
o once inside a day
men shit in the wind then pass away?
because i can never
cross the road
because i can never
use an automatic car
i imagine now that the end of my road
will fall away and sever
all loves and all lives.
because i can never
use an automatic car
i imagine now that the end of my road
will fall away and sever
all loves and all lives.
once we have built out model homes
once we have built
keen birds-nests from coffin-silk
then we will study how to cry
.
*
and as we see sad writers on the corn
scripting erse for funeral lovers
we must aim for
soft dyslexic seasons where old fathers
suffer the sins of closed moors
and we dig into burial mounds
and we sink clasped teeth into sounds
once we have built
keen birds-nests from coffin-silk
then we will study how to cry
.
*
and as we see sad writers on the corn
scripting erse for funeral lovers
we must aim for
soft dyslexic seasons where old fathers
suffer the sins of closed moors
and we dig into burial mounds
and we sink clasped teeth into sounds
the wicked winners of gold wars
jeer at a pot of gold
the wicked spinners of gold wards
peer into a gilt soul
and a soft sofa in the moon stores
lilted lullaby beds inside the sun
and as we see sad writers on the run
scripting erse for boys in the gun
we aim for the blue moon
but end up made mad as blue wounds
jeer at a pot of gold
the wicked spinners of gold wards
peer into a gilt soul
and a soft sofa in the moon stores
lilted lullaby beds inside the sun
and as we see sad writers on the run
scripting erse for boys in the gun
we aim for the blue moon
but end up made mad as blue wounds
the sinner in the starry rain has lovers
lynched by cats and dogs and bulls
..
lessons in lonely self-sex has skulls
exploding into soft starred seagulls
and the ides of March
hit lemon grease where chiller hulls
leap from grey to green to black.
lynched by cats and dogs and bulls
..
lessons in lonely self-sex has skulls
exploding into soft starred seagulls
and the ides of March
hit lemon grease where chiller hulls
leap from grey to green to black.
heels burn, coda burns, soldiers
burn.
Deft deepening sofas
seat rude women upon soapy motors.
Heels burn, coda burns, saviours turn
and a coast of solar rotors
spin to the quarter-hour
....
endlessness counter cabbies who
cast a paper statue on the world
endlessness shouts aloud as dudes
drop dizzy dames across a shut girl
.
as we see sad writers on the corn
sharing meteors with passion's fawn
as we supper after dreaming dawn
as we succour strings of curled form
then we stiffen
.....
lucre sits on a killer's hands
future sits on a radial island and self
scatters pepper on death's shore
.
a baggy bell in vaginal hell sharpens
sodded bees and a mull of gorgons
,,
END
Deft deepening sofas
seat rude women upon soapy motors.
Heels burn, coda burns, saviours turn
and a coast of solar rotors
spin to the quarter-hour
....
endlessness counter cabbies who
cast a paper statue on the world
endlessness shouts aloud as dudes
drop dizzy dames across a shut girl
.
as we see sad writers on the corn
sharing meteors with passion's fawn
as we supper after dreaming dawn
as we succour strings of curled form
then we stiffen
.....
lucre sits on a killer's hands
future sits on a radial island and self
scatters pepper on death's shore
.
a baggy bell in vaginal hell sharpens
sodded bees and a mull of gorgons
,,
END
*
JDB 19/02/2020
*
SONG BY MYSELF: 11 MAD MEN MADE THE BIBLE
11 mad men made the Bible
11 mad men, rival-stoned
Saint Stephen is rock-loaned
Now
If we really try
We can suffer till god flies ..
Got to read before we cry,
Breathe before atoned?
...
We walk across god's dining-halls
His dance dwells in a dining flame
The Deus preaches madness mauled
About the prayers of mankind’s gain:
The flowers we give cannot define
The baptised graveyards of the moon
Our manic sadness sprawls inside
The softness of Christ's blue tomb.
We’ve got to win or else cool times
Will smash the wine upon its vines
The loaves and fish must implode
Baby, listen in to hell's spread
Gonna get to Hades real soon
In our prime, smashed up
You know, I've got to kill these people....
11 bad men made the Bible
11 mad men, rival-stoned
11 sad men, stabbed with cries
Saint Stephen was rock-loaned
O, hear the transcendental drive
The sun is crushed inside its scar
Get here, and we'll rape the rest
Take a look at the mountains
Take a look at these marble fountains
Seas freeze with their colour blue
Jesus strides a rill of stone?
Be as one and suffer for the day
Be as one, and slither-slide away
Be as one and use guns and knives
O, get together with tilled lies
Seize the moon from out its tides
Crush the Lord with His creatures
Wow, why is this earth so strange?
Ah, when shall dark space move?
Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha
Feel, hate, c’mon…
*
11 mad men, rival-stoned
Saint Stephen is rock-loaned
Now
If we really try
We can suffer till god flies ..
Got to read before we cry,
Breathe before atoned?
...
We walk across god's dining-halls
His dance dwells in a dining flame
The Deus preaches madness mauled
About the prayers of mankind’s gain:
The flowers we give cannot define
The baptised graveyards of the moon
Our manic sadness sprawls inside
The softness of Christ's blue tomb.
We’ve got to win or else cool times
Will smash the wine upon its vines
The loaves and fish must implode
Baby, listen in to hell's spread
Gonna get to Hades real soon
In our prime, smashed up
You know, I've got to kill these people....
11 bad men made the Bible
11 mad men, rival-stoned
11 sad men, stabbed with cries
Saint Stephen was rock-loaned
O, hear the transcendental drive
The sun is crushed inside its scar
Get here, and we'll rape the rest
Take a look at the mountains
Take a look at these marble fountains
Seas freeze with their colour blue
Jesus strides a rill of stone?
Be as one and suffer for the day
Be as one, and slither-slide away
Be as one and use guns and knives
O, get together with tilled lies
Seize the moon from out its tides
Crush the Lord with His creatures
Wow, why is this earth so strange?
Ah, when shall dark space move?
Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha
Feel, hate, c’mon…
*
....
jdb 2001