the deus of a mad holy scam
sells dogs to leather
the digger of a sad holy fever
stops to love

these days when an SAE
vanishes in blood post, lovers
cease to varnish
and waves hit mothers
..
the deus of the mad sleep
the faces of old dads
dons daddy metal
and
as we treat sex with Dettol
then we learn of

dirt, death, and hot mental
macadam madams

*
these harried days when a boy found at sea
dare not dream
hit me directly in my mind
o, hurried graves
ram dead screen where men don't shine
ah ah

when a boy found at sea stops the trees
then an oak may find an apple
and a stoat under lime
has to tell the time
ah ah

waves hit the shore as eaten times
cry forever
in a timeless space

*
easy hot sliced dogs of deadliness
fasten beads to nunneries
.As we treat sleep
 then we arrive from
a bald headed station
ah ah   when once a sea of lungs
shoots a dead gun
then a bun of christs will cum
deep down within
anal sea-skins
 
studios of glass send old sins
where, laced, a godess
dams a doggy harnessed
sea of limbs

easy hot sliced dogs to deadlines
fasten beads to sculleries
and we wish a fond farewell
to children caught in hell

*
weevillers of wild wide saviours
heal the bloody rich
Ghosts hant a bitch
and some sonic vast bride shivers
and sad men play
and mad hens pray
..
easy hot sliced gods bark against
city grass
and city grass vomits in the past
and weevillers of dead dead glass
shatters like a body
.
the oaken applers of dead grave
sing for headed moonlight;
and all are saved?

*
the eaglers of eerie eyries heat
dummy beans
the feeder of eerie eyries eat
dunny dreams
and a night of owls heeds wheat
ahh

easy hot sliced dogs shit on sheets
and we ride
and we writhe
and we dance for light meats
and we lance a sea from eyes
..
eaglers of eerie eyries will beat
old men and sugar beet
and a riven tide
teems with chocolate
and a driven wife screams for
dogs and roses

easy hopped sliced Gods rob
cream banks for
cunts and wards

*
on honey hill, on honey hill
there is a pontiff selling pills
..
hot bled sunshine daubs rills
and we are here on
old dead honey hill
and ashen women stare
and children dare not care

on honey hill, on honey hill
there is a pontiff pushing pills
.
and i rise above evil prayer
and i listen to thin air
and my head burns up
and my body lifts a cup
days deep above old stairs
.
on honey hill, on honey hill
there is a pontiff selling pills
ah ah
//
the shadow of a signal crab
pinches ploves with pincers
and a wife of cars
drops a king-card
and men swing, swing
outside our world
ss

on honey hill,on honey hill
there is a star of songs
and evil draggards jack songs
and you and i went
wrong
..
the gallows of the deadened
swipe guns from gardens
and a bed of peace
heals a breached fleece for
golden sailors

on honey hill, on honey hill
there is a pontiff pushing killed
kite-moonshine
..
Are on the night ship?

*
when stationed under funeral thunder
eyes under eyes may well
taunt bad sin to death
and a coronet of bloods bangs deaths
and when twirled, old ladies
father flames with cardial stiffs
and mummy's mamma moon lifts
lunar kisses from hands and lips
and strobes undercut
the massive veins we tread
//
o vast salty soffits get lagged by
sprawled pharoahs
and i am sent to pyramids
and my world is pyramid, and eyes
raise rosebuds from blue skies
,.
when stationed under funeral thunder
wideners of wolverines
must swallow hard
and a dogdayed bard
shrills poetry at a wall of aubergines
and me and my odd world
weep, weep
Ahh

o vast saline sun-kits build hot rain
and we burn for pups
and we tip a dog-cup

o villians of the forcing rise stain
bitumen with window-panes,
and a evil broad
cuts angels from narrow frauds
and repairs made to mind-wards
wallop the eager mad
and deaths turn just like a slut
Ohhh

we sucked a nut as windwells
donned drag then turned to Hell

*
the nice and dizzy stanchion in a bone-pulled world
summons up fay summertimes
and a shanty town
has to hide loud ghosts in war machines as
nice and queasy pantheons pull plums from mines
and a bay in a bath
wallops murderers with acid masks
and a neat wide lady
hastens to a cruel cab
and we cut blortedness from
coded beams where a writer on a gun
serves riders of air to
jabblers and eaten loud nudes
.
o villains in a forcing car carry cruklocks under
sweltered corn
and a bowl of sleep
serves soupy dreams to Father
and we fade to deaths as a coded evil Lover
sweats for de Mother
..
nice and dizzy dry stanchions in a bone-pulled world
summons up summertimes
and a sharpener of mummy-minds
thinks of cellars
and nice easy weeble christs
lend crosses to cocks
and wide and peasy sea-mice
scurry from the seas as men drown
..
o villains in a forcing star slap bright lips
and white streets which seem dirty trip
a cloned crowd of
buzzy men
.
END

*
on honey hill, on honey hill
there is a doctor in mill;
and word are leant to killers
as faces learn of mirrors

a villa in a bath has to shiver
a river in a car has to
collide wuth hero mothers when
honey hill falls down

on honey hill, on honey hill
there is a pontif pushing pilsl
on honey hill, five winds today
bustle under basin clays
and the fingers in the ground
twirl aside a sea of sounds

a villa in a bath has to shiver
a rider under planet Mars
melts into a lift and a mirror
and we read the news
and we hear massed screws
whining under rain
..
 de angled angels under truths
combat a winged nude
ah, a doll of death has to move
honey hill to fierce sleep
/and lunged seraphs don smoothed
heads where cherubs reap
doled deaths and slept meat
/..
if the scent of the dead may reap
the auguries of mad male kind
then a cattler aside a dustheap
may whimper as weed reclines
in an opened grave..

on honey hill, on honey hill
there is a pontiff pushing pills
and a vein of dust
nips easy blood as cunny lust

dies...

*
o fishermen of mermen hiss across old tides
o kissers of grey ermine
lock a knottted gene inside a spool of Ides
and the nine o clock moon
rocks grey lunacy aside a veined cold rock
and fishers under gilled men
lay dirt-waste to gold hens

ha haa  once across my mind, i heard tithes
cringing in a fallowed church of children,
and the anointers of twelve hands
layered vaginal fingers on an old rock band
ah agghh

we are caved inside a screen
we are laid by sirens
and a crazy cosmic baby in a stream
cries out,    and lovers of babbies dream for
ochres of cradled
crammed dead emotion
ah

 fishermen of mermen hiss across old ties
o, riders of grey vermin
rock a candle-cock under beds and school scribes
and we raise a rammer from
a pistol in a blue flame
and a vase of sweet rain raids dust as spies
sidle into lost lies
ah  agghh

once upon a buddy, a digger for dirty wards
swept a guilty rose into the rain
uh once upon a buzz, a killer of filthy wards
swept a mental rose into hot grain
and a charabanc of salt and honey
rides from out a floater of blurred muck
ah  a zen of blue men shafts easy aped fuck
outside green beans

..     ooo   ideal screens show a diamond
ooo      easy creams anoint a show home
and a cot unfound under schemes
rocks death's soul with clementines
and a baker of beauty
butchers flax with dough-dammed bodies
and a fellah on a dime
spins english coins where a dollar under lime
exchanges cocks for money
..
.and it is no go for the merry-go-round
and it is no go for indian cherries
and it's no go for the winter's sounds aahhhh
burners of bracken bounce daises when
coded riders upon red corn
baton grey lead with delvers of ashen
paved storms
and wiveners melt into tears
,,,
Uh Uh   
O     O
 O  O
 I  I  I

THE END

*

jdb 18/05/2020.

 

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work-in-progress: title: Rolling Vin Rouge

1st draft poem then poem-song

the pretty smile of a pig shines just like
a sea of pink figs
and a ship of ribs shatters
and choked bitten berries tree-spike
hammered feathers:
the stylus in a creek plays wet sound
and fists dig in a playground
ah

the pretty smile of a sharp kid drowns
outside death's walls.

*
snappt shrouds upon sails launch soap
where, dammed, we sink hot dope
and we hang the masts
and we swing for masks,
and old dead pharoahs famish hope

scrapped crowds stun vales as rope
hangs easy money,
and a trip at sea suffers old sunny
night schools

a seizure of a sister dies for mums
a rider of a sister
cries out, and rivers punish guns

*
fevers heat deaths
killers reap death, and we hear the world
riding for rain
and fever heats sex
and readers read of pearls

feverfew has to wreck suns and stars
a moon shines fom Mars,
and we learn of passion
and suffer horrid karma,

fever hears death
hikers hitch to T Rex, and holy cars
fall down from hard
body stations

snapt shrouds move when natrons
curl up inside a girl's mind.

*
trickly trucking mary sue had to read the news
olden summer suzy had to turn mad screws
and a boat at night time
tramples oats into lime

snapt, we swig washing wine
crapt, we frig after ash-headed mad dudes,
and angled candle-angels
swing, swing
back-to-front

trickly, knuckling susan sweats for truth
and a naked mamma Marie
dreams about the city
..ahh

snapt, we dig for heat
clapt, we frig for meat; and my Lady
climbs the stairs
and de Lady cuts thinned prayer.

*
concave killers grill a plate of dung
uh   nylon noddies spill sweet cum,
and we shoot life's mind
and we curse love's whine

as hearses fall, a bren gun's lungs
have to heave for broken guns;
and a shelf of dew
sweats for raven-roods, and we stun
heated hands and feet
and we screw.

concave killers grill a plate of dung
uh  pylons under rills spin from grunge,
and weepers wallop hired Heaven
ha hahh

trickly, we prick vast grinds
easy, we kick past passion, and vines
drape us with ginny wines
oh a chilly drunk has to swallow
men and children
..
as we ravel into minds, cages
shut earth in a body.

*
disembowelled by freight, i came to understand
the wasy wishy wells of de promised land
ah, a rosey bed of bells
rings across nine tides,
and a bench of prides sits upon wet eyes
and a sedge of saviours
pops both eyes
.
the outed parts of passion pluralise wives
o shouted hearts
lend burns to Ides; and a cats claw-knives
must stab ferns today
.uh

outelbowelled, a stony son of scum strums
a galled gripped guitar, and a starry mum
separates song from babies
and weeblers weeble for
fired trees and angelled glass-wards
ah

emptiness smells of grease
endlessness cries; and men and old sleep
must dream no more.

*
cavy cousins of a family death have to
hip to the murders of today
la  empty sirens shot for trades, and boobs
bounce in a street car
ah  we have donned bone
ah  we have stoned Mars; and rode nudes
will swallow.

as tossed times flow
as lost dives close; as mad men groove
then kodak transfers
will surely snap to a tattoed hour
and wide weeping curs wag flowers.

cavy cousins of a family death have to
hit to the murderers of midday;
o, a ball on a hill swipe mumbler's snoods
o a stall in a rill
heaps laden Christs where dills
drill for cardial towers.
..
as tossed times glow
as lost spies crow, as a baying kid
baas at red lamb-white snow
then de asylums on the edge
certainly creep when locked crows
caw, caw
uhh..

cavy cousins of a closed father
sweatswedded optics.. Lovers leap
from a thundred heel,
and grey thimbles sew for sleep.

*
tits reel and yawn.. Ungent sups a milk-drink
tits feel for spawn,..  Ungent saps a silk-drink,
and the slides of day
demolish photos with a giddy buggy, and claves
cloister where a bottler of ink
abuses pens where poets flower

tits reel and yawn. Ungent slips an ice-drink
cats reel for felinity.. Ashen crypts sink
deeply down in a tall town

O ides in burning heaven execute cum with
diggers of legs and thumbs;
and a widener of whelks wolfs food with
naked butters

tits reel and yawn..
Ungent sups a cock-drink..
nurses heal the sad
, O?

*
hipsters hop to a tanned beat
cheapsters yearn to dance
uh a familial guest of de heat
beat down upon a swingjng
sea-ball; and the brides of de beat
brag for gods and dolls
ah ha  we have learnt the moves
ah ha we have burned
up, up,  Oh

a cradler in a candle reclines
dep within a hair-disguise
Oh a crushed eye-cross grinds
odes to clocks and Israel
and a bended bell man winds
adown a tiny town
Oh   a digger of a deep mind
digs for dog-days
and a son of graves reaps
catted pigs from troll-graves
Oh

hipsters hop to a tanned beat
cheapsters yearn to dance
uh old familial guests drink heat
and we feed coke to sparrows
and we toast a pepsi sign..
..oh

shafted signets on a vine
sink wrists in hydra-wine, and
weepers weep for quick lime
and a donny kiss
careeses mummy with
woollen heroes
..
the curving church of kids
drinks milkshakes all day long
and a dreamer's grid
swallows arcana as film-pigs
reel unto a clocked lunged
body of lard and water
Oh..
..
live men in cunt-sea-skies
rend to keen death
the magestic dying of Sex.

*
the dying of sex works on all levels
o a prying death has to dye
pickers of love inside blue eyes
and a beller of a wet dream rides
upon the back of narrow spies

the dying of sex works on all levels
ah a crying sex has to fly
after salt, sugar, honey, rye
and the hitlers of hotellers rise
against a motel moon where lies
carry toast-n-tea to nude angels

these are the raped words of tides
these are the snaky signs of Ides
and a baby in a spitting transept
digs for penile spinners
ah, we are sent to rivers as sex
melts into guilty sides
and dirt seems to have lithe sides

and here are the words of feelings
the acrid words which chap the lip
o, here are the street-lamps under
neon ships of filth
and i tread the dirty apsis of a
cold cicada under devil shades.
and my head swirls up, up,
and my bed spins round and round
..
nakedbness has hands for beards
mentalness holds heads in weirs
and the darkness of death's world
whirls a monster under
bled horned minotaur girls

ah, a bill of starving fayre swirls
eyes into eyes when we
suffer to see life's swirls made free
and a banging box of masks
cups a signal in a masted Venus
ah, once upon a mine in a tree
we swaggered this slut-strewn world
..
the dying of sex works on all levels
o a prising death has to cry
and a bell of pushers rings the Devil
and a Devil Jesus wakes God's sky
ah ah

a miner after dirt and soiled vagina
layers vaults with wormy Medusa
and de Medusa becomes de Seducer
and the snakes of hissed praise
swing for the serpents inside graves
..
veiled vastness vamps on a sitar
and a colt of cunts peals a guitar
..and we will wed the worm-head?

END

*

 

Copyright JDB 24/05/2020.

 

*

work-in-progress title: c/o the fountain-head

1st draft poem then song-poem

 

o a mooted silent bay where i sun-slaved
god's father and its wife
here now traps the grave; and my easy life
melts inside maddened christs
o a mooted silent bay kicks waves behind
statues  sss, the violent dead are born
underneath meadows
o  a shooted mask of lips kisses fawns
and we dance to the midnight storm.

a bastard body of God heals red porn
a buzzy easy lady
sluices clams down her baby's storm
and we awake to find the quiet dead
listening to veins of easy silver
.
o a mooted silent bay where i star-staved
god's mirror and its slave
hastens to add to death as a sea of trades
sucks a boned nut
ah ah ah
..
once upon a mind in de real world, caves
crashed under stools then died.

*
the fastness of fascinating fields unreels
time-travellers where starry oat meals
suck a torrid arse
and a vastness under apple-yields seals
orchards of fruity castes
o once aside a mind, seas under wheels
observed the days go by,
and a madam man hisses under keels
and men dance forever

a lithe fastness of fascinating fields reveals
a transgressive soul to a corpse of heels
and we sun-dazzle when
a bald cunt crunches under sweet-fens
and we glow just like a bright worm
and we glower just like a mine of gems

o once along some wine, i heard you
swallowing minds with endlessness. Truth
fastened to my hip
ah  a ghost of rosehips rode upon noosed
body rock
and our baby crock has to heed rock
and our body knock has to need rock
and rollers rotate upon
blind boys whose verging virgin vox

stops, and goes silent.. Ah, clocks
swing for torn timed
bastards
uh
*
the focus of a fascinated family feels for
wards of grey and gold
the lotus of a fascinating babby reaps wars
with bombed bled cradles where souls
snapped up

o we smile for tomorrow as we see foals
riding like horses in the wind
and a fatal crocus gets crunched
and a natal focus eats some cunts  Oh
once inside a shadow, i heard junk
jamming veins with eyes.

o a silent villain robs old lust as spies
cry, cry
o-la, a picture in my mind moistens lies
and a bay of bagged figs
spots measles where a head of dives
drops a dunny helmet
..
o we smile for tomorrow as we widen
today's nude lubes with vacant gardens,
and inside robed sirens
we heard the dead when the sun's alarum
locked hands into veins..

END

*
i have told the time all of my bloody life
i have savoured wine since my father's life
brewed sloe-gin
ah a bay of faces transfigures deadly sin
and i harden for failure as a faceless hymn
shovelled eyes into maces
and i heard my own old heart shaping
skins from suede heads
,,
o we smile for tomorrow as we smile for
vastness as yesterday's news
o we dial a wall
and we sacrifice fawns to nudes as wars
weep for scrawled
body guns.
,,
i have told the time all of my bloody life
i have flavoured vines
and, o, a continuity of minds layers minds
with rope where sea-slammed christs
swallow lungs
..
once upon a sad time, i saw old crime
washing helen in a bay
and Leda and zeus-swans cut lime
and we used water and wine
and we cut a suckler from brine
,,
the sallowness of men opens up
the shallowness of dead men sucks
a dyed haircut
and we cut a cunt-nut where times

drop a dummy grave.

*
dunny gals and sunny pearls hit upon
lashed ropes around sweet hymns, and guns
shoot a dummy grave
and we hoot after false bays when slaves
slash seated knaves
o o  a lamp in a cliff snaps statues and
granite porters slap a tit upon brigands

as we teleport down ashes, then sons
shine just like one zillion skies
and we ravel into a small town as eyes
shine just like one zillion knives
..
dunny gals and sunny pearls hit upon
lashed dopes around sweet gins, and cum
crashes under knotted seed
and a bed of thunder
loosens hashes from feather-feed; and lungs
leap for a lugworm
and a chest of pipes peers inside sperm
..uh
strange old cats claw rain as we purr,
derangers cut bats
and we search high trees for grey fats.
.
*
one zillion mad maidens have loosened
midnight's twirling knives
la la, seven zillion nations have moistened
deep dark sadness with lies
and a bay of kids clashes under eyes and
hoarders of silver and gold cut up sand
and once upon fierce tears trips for brides
,.,
strange old cats claw rain as grey fur
drinks vixen urine from a neon cur
and a fox of wine
weeps for sesh and horus
and a bed of flint sleeps for a walrus
and walrus glass shatters
and men inhale glass as baby matters
swallow easy spirits

easy spirits hits ghost-war
dizzy spirits haunt god's ward, and lies
leap for the moon
and summoners of spumes cut dunes
with the hand-sores of bedrooms
,o
one zillion mad maidens have loosened
midnight's curing patrons
and a tonsured natron peers under herons
and we send a mad rilk to a hissed
cunt-sea
and cunt-seas slide from blood sleep
and we cut cunny cum where wheat
washes honey.

diggers of darkness delve for money
and aped hidden nests
sting wasps with carnivals, and death
swings, swings
along a bloodied wing when desks
drink sullen inks from a room of skins
and a suede head hisses
and a faked dev kisses
gems and evil horses..

Uh..

*
these dummy bays where i drown my mind
jazzes for curds and whey
o sunny graves cut prayer
o dummy graves share eyes with hares, and
mad men tease us when
bad hens lay bald dust, and a bed of old brands
softens deaths with air
o

underneath a mask, a faceless sea of hands
laid evil fingers on the mind
underneath de past, a faceless sea of snares
swallowed dunny butchers
o

this dummy bay where i drown my mind
jazzes for curves and claves
ah, ah, a woman in her wound wipes slaves
la, la, old children snap swifts with
old arms outstretched to the sides of pigs
o

diggers of darkness delve for figged kids
riders of madness delve eyes for God, and
we listen to sweet rain as we use brigands
to feed songs to blind silence
.
Uh

*
the binary of venereal herpes has to jive for
lemon rinds found inside vaginal penile walls
and, oo, as we ram old powders down
and, oo, as we cram keen sex round the towns
then we, dimmed, will surely crash around
giddy boys whose faces in a funnel
trap newspapers in two hands
ah ah, a weaver of de blue smacks rope with
doom deniers whose stitching naked sound
moistens buds with bodies,
and we are at the bodies
.,.
these dummy bays i have impeached stored
baby nests beneath blue bunnies
these city graves i have sent to war have to
sink a valley boat into toddies-  Ah, dummies
are in the mummy-cloths sense-wound
Ah, easy lemon ochres sink skirts into bruised
city buddies
and i count down from one billion
and eyes count down from seven zillion
and men and cunts are all vermillion?

the binary of venereal herpes has to jive for
lemon rinds found aside vaginal penis-maws
and we sink a lithe graveworm when
grey fingers reach out and sink old men in
waxen bays where seas on tits heap wards
inside a mad bad sex-gem
,,
ices feed salt to peppers as a body's bend
fucks a city's raped bend.

*
the eastern apex of a sunny moon rasps
under a blind moon
the eaten helix of a stella dune clasps
blood sphincters in eyes as closed masques
enter a body bay into a room of dunes,
and the romancer under sapphires
arouses skin where a head of elders swoons
and a goddess in her mummy glades
drops faces when drivers of a dummy blade
swill female grapefruit
ah ah

the eastern apex of a sunny moon rasps
beneath de Thames where an English mast
pulls a masted Venus from a raven's past
and a bonny boat
star-sails for a baby soap
and a gardened neon rope skips for dope
and a waxen city lady leads loss to arse
and an ashen vixen baby
bangs a bone-bag where hunters of castes
cram a dolly tongue down a city's mask
ah ah

they told me when death was born that
purple liars would lead me under caps
they told me when sex was done that
pierced rolled cryers would train my snapped
sex-hiped cat-goddess
and here we sea-stand in a bayer's harness
ah ah...

tardy creature-crossed cunny cages can
blind biddies inside a horse-rode woman
and a boned blood wine
arses up a meadow in my mind's torn vine
..
END

*
the caverns of shallow men dig after straw-bales
the riders of talon children wag inside blue sails,
and the demeanour of rolled bald chicken sun-trails
an easy cracking shelled spine
uh, round about dinnertime, i washed ate wine
and a scissor of a suzerain grime swallowed timed
baked naked gin-feathers to swing inside the veiled
wintry fevers of mad light and midnight vales.

this here is the tracker's scene. This is the Ghost
which led dumb Jesus to a slammed shot
and here is our saviour, and here is death's lot,
and we turn down massed lamps as a lidded host
grins just like a nunnery.
..
once aside a walled mind, a fingerer of money
spread roped wax upon a a figure of mind-honey
ah ah, a dirtied fool of fawns inflamed sears Los
and old Mnethna's daughter cries inside de Cross

the caverns of shallow men dig after straw-bales
the sidlers of de gallows drags drakes for tails
and this is the tracker's scene-  the signal grail of
coded angels and whored heaven's cracked God
..oh

signals in a cruel vagina veer far West - o, Love
raises cunts from mary's flava, and odes to drugs
curl up in a girl's smoked eye
mmmm !  Tragic ingled families lace losed minds
with dirty fillers of a serial killer's bounced cosine.
.
o caverns of shallow men dig after raw rails
uh uh  a giddy weezil slam slams in holy Wales
o ravens under gold gunnels shoot a brined mined
city of endlessness
and endlessness suffers shades as cicada deaths
drool forever
more...

o i have taken theives from my easy senses
o i have shaken beads with two bared hands,
and a tallow under yields rage againts rammed
dog-headed Jerusalem.. Eyes under fences reel
underwater, and a paved holy statue heeds fields
ah ah ah

i am a tawny trice of a man whose hymnals
rot, rot, rot..O, slammed skin has to seize candles,
and i am a tawny teaser whose closed sandals
leap all blessed veiny tweezers.. La, eyes cram
dolted shades where kissers of fathers slam
prehistoric wide opened moors
./.
o      FINITO

*
Copyright JDB 27/05/2020

*

work-in-progress  Title: Mind Make-Up

1st draft poem then song-poem

 

 

made up from scented snow, men and women show
a sad mind to a sailed sea
made up from rented crows, men and women glow;
and the murderous hands of old bees
sting, sting,
ah

weedy wolverines capture grass
easy summer dreams fatalise a moon of glass
and the stars of daylight
lead dogs to rain
ah

over and under the rigid dead, gravestones pass
from death to life.

*
teeterers of trans fats fashion hands from legs
ideal star cans
drop stale water; and the stony heart has drams
swallowing easy dregs
ah

weedy wolverines capture glass
eager woollen screens shatter; and eyes ram
deafening blindness
ah

over and under bruised tides, a tree of death
tree-hangs elms, tyburns, oaks, pines O, death
drools for us all
ah

weedlers of dustbins drag drapes from walls.

*
sawing mental men sweat for optics
easy menstrual hens cluck for soffits
and all good soffits get lagged
ah  a bed in a sky-boat rams lost stabbed
easy fayres
and men and women arise from hairs
and closed children care after
blown treetops
..O, there is laughter up-top, la, stairs
grind lifts into shot cars
and a longing jammed hand rams Mars
and weedlers weep for rivers
.
over and under bruised wives, wild pears
rot beneath blue apples,
and we ride nude candles
and we rise from furled fire-anvils
,
lo, once upon a mind in a dead world
my eyes crossed
over and under a sea of old pearls

*

o gee whizz    my old life is on the hiss
o  once aside a mind, i heard old lips
kissing a balds stone
and the model bones shatter just lipt
easy trips where a mike in a dome
drones after mystics

o a deadly head drops seed and crypts
track blue deaths down
o a family of deaths sucks beads and
apexes of pure filth knock the town
..
o gee whizz  my old life is on the piss
o once on the biz i heard a hard clown
campaigning for the death of circus,
and a bulge on a cliff stops a crocus
.oh

ideal mavrics kneel upon sound...
revellers of panic creel underground..
dead eyes stop
.
*
these english days where a learner must
read all his good words backwards
hasten now to a snare
o tutors use strict air; O, as dust must
shout for bubble-tables
then a pint of lust lingers where birds
sing out of learned tune.

ideal mavrics kneel upon soft drowned
sunken cushions
and a doll of reels ravels where herds
swallow wild beasts.

these english days where a  learner must
dig for devilled diamonds
then a suit of sluts sirens after peace
and god's yeast is spread aside egg
and thrush-men dream about musk
..
ideal mavrics kneel upon the moon
and a seat of wax lights cognitions
and a lunar heap burns, burns, burns
up, where bison shuts

down

*
cinematic creelers caress a naked screen
sympathetic killers caress a naked dream;
o a scissor sidler
slashes heat as baby bodies ram idlers
and weedlers watch strict sex films

when dog-collared feline stickers scream
we will surely have to whistle
o a river rival
rashes up; and a sleeve of cream saddles
bald girls who ride from death

cinematic creelers caress a naked screen
empathetic healers cut a death
o, a board of pure bone bangs hot mess
and eyes swirl under baby
..
grey riders of raisin rain cuts a ruby
and hot sweet honey will taste like candy
and jackers of dunny lice
lend canned VD to beds and wood-lice

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bed-bagged beneath blue glass, an oval statue
falls from a painted granite sky
o grey mad sex-heat purloins wives where eyes
stuff skeins with  sculpted fallow bone.. O, tissue
tracks sweet traffick down when
bed-bagged beneath crude glass, a grass oven
cooks a roasting egg at gas mark mind;
and a rider of dregs dream about little gems
and an easy rider of ice-cream smashes gemmed
robbers of faith and logic

bed-stabbed, silent saviours cried for optics
la la a slit of violence raises lies from coptics
and the dizzy wild ocean of a nude smile
washes wands in zanzibars and zoo dials

a daddy from a bus has to sail after comics
a mammy under dust
hits to a her murdered child, and grey lusts
swallow vines as veins cry and shake
,,
bed-bagged beneath the patient past, rapes
wash love's two hands in lard and water,
and we summon tiges from coded lakes
and we lay down with Madam Moon
..
ah we raise gaols from gins as gloom
serenades the place our eyes were set
..
*
zzzz my oval statue sharpens stone with meat
zzzz  my mental tissue hardens drips with wheat
and a passion of gem-gardens
lays men to precious waste
zzz  my oval statue sharpens stone with sleet
zzz  my menstrual issue drinks blood-heat
and a naked navel looks adown
upon stations of red, gold, green..

ah we raise a gaol from a pinned high moon
ah we raid sweet bud
and a boat on a cliff tightens grey Love with
coded wired jaws of fear and phased cribs
..
zzz my oval statue sharpens stone with meat
zzz my mamma muscle metes mess to deep
dolly floes
and once aside crows, i hip to a dancing drove
and my pasted hind jacks all fathers when
yellowy ochres of carmine city blood blows
all seasons out of god's brain
.
i saw the rider on the rain arousing crows
i sensed the secret easy veins
dropping from blurred love; and old troves
search for irrrational radios
and my veiled transmission hears loaves
and my eyed television cuts a bread-rose
ahh

zzz my oval statue sharpens stoned sin
with fabled coaches in invalid spin -  zzzz
a train of cake cums on love's tracks and
woven eddying curs yap at river-slammed
doctored nunneries
and we will send ma mary to a nursery
and we will have to someday settle down
in a prayer-milked tangerine town
ahh..
uhh./...      DE END!!!

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i used my facial elbow to knock a graveyard horse
i seduced my starred bow for
shooting candy arrows at drugstores
and a bitten starling startles death as odd lords
leap against a fascinated windscreen
and cock-closed eyries eat into mind-eyes
and clock-robed fly-seeds lob stones at skies

i used my facial fox-floe to crack a raven-force
i meddled with my cock-crow to
don a chicken upon my shoulder where old blues
sea-stabbed a salt harness with wicked shoes
, O

the tanzy towns where i learned love's trades
smothers guns with dolled scraps, and graves
garden cremated pictures
and, fed to stretchers, a dog-diamond lays
cobra codas with musical dauphins
O

i used my fatal star-show to rock a cocked horse
and, slammed, i entertained villagers in a sauce
and a baddy buddy buzzy boy
hoists his dreams from cogs inside a forced
latent lane where big-bedded bun-men toy
with an easy sea
O
..
the tangerines in my backyard soften rot
the clementies inside my car hasten lost
rose-radios..  and i shall cry until moss
peals all idiot flowers away, away, away

Uh

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when magical seagulls scavenge after peace
o then a graveyard will burn inside the wind
and a shining saviour sucks a slut when peace
lays whoring healing hands upon citied bins
and a latent mamma hastens to the lip
and a parent's panda peals away death's trip
and a bulb of mana
minces wheat as guilty gold-fields fan spind
dodgy hired father

as mines fall down, a mental pithead will
certainly spiral around a noise of wide hills,

when magical seagulls scavenge after heat
o then a trainyard will burn inside gold wheat
and a shimmer of a saviour slashes stalls
and a rider of a lover stabs the lunar walls
and a daddy farmer fellows peace with clay
and manna under fever
sugars a welsched rose
..
as mines fall down, a mental pithead will
certainly whirl outside a christmas world

O, a dog on a roundabout yaps at pearled
catty functions where canine body-curls
brag after cities and blue-braided loaves.

as ideal vined vast veered faces flow then
funeral patients of failure will stop men
from drooling down a soft stain; O, de rose
rambles after nests as a swallow in a desk
dollops canals of finches where decks
dictate robed emotions to a demure flex

as mines fall down, a menial pithead will
certainly rule the wide world's dead drill

uh huhh..

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Copyright JDB 31/05/2020.

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work-in-progress  title: Pagan Heel

1st draft poem then poem-somg

 

 

work-in-progress  title: c/o cremated green gods

1st draft poem then song-poem

 

work-in-progress  title: The Iris in Osiris

1st draft poem then poem-song

 

work-in-progress title: Cut Soft Meat

1st draft poem then poem-song

 

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work-in-progress Title: oaks, elms and appled beads

 

 

 

writhers of wet writings weep under flour
and we sweat for suets
o old liars lie for celings and a bed of hours
swashes hands
writhers of wet weddings weep for flowers
and we sweat coptics
and we suffer porn-chicks and we iron
deeply down in darkness
..
eyes pierce pullers when old pugs power
oaks and elms and appled beads.

*
bearded shavers under glass stave a bright star
o splendid labia sunders us as a kicker in cars
carries veins down to rivers; and a salty barge
blows a boat apart; and a sweety's sex hard
cuts caves from cages. O, we siren after Mars

writhers of wet writings weep under paths
and a dummy blueberry brags for old calves
and a weird wide hen lays turkeys from carved
body stations. O, we assault beds for babies.

*
eyes pierce plashers as wetted wool-wynds
sweep a sallowed father down far West
and a gibbon bowl blows and starry minds
heap for a hippy beat. O, a doll of praise finds
codas of women eating sleep; and old times
stopper pinks with pled pins and bathrooms

o we assault men with rabies as catty wines
toast the rigid dead; and a film of a sad spine
drools,after old heads as a dreamer's mine
mines for a heart of pure soul; and calamine
washes easy thread in swissroll.. Oh, ??

~*
the easy clocks say it is time to grow now
o easy rocks roll for green lime as old cloud
closes bens under blown dreams; and crowds
carry cunts into stoned screams; and clowns
don idiot circus crowns where a dunny town.
hips to a hispid beat. Oh, we valve for cities

eyes pierce plashers as pushers of babies
vamp after dizzy sadness; and we are babies
and we are adults under buggies. Ah, ?!!!

we shit into the wind as eaters of frizbies
bolt a vampy balled cock to urban teles,
and easy clocks say it is time to glow now
and, lo, i espy crocks cutting tits from delis
and i cry for the midday hour; and i know

absolutely nothing, and my god is slowed.

*
the bodiers of braggers salt-stab eatie eyes
la ha, flavourers of hackers tab on skies
and a cot for women feeds a titty wife when
candlers crashdown; and ald towny men
rend pig pens with warping hands as dives
drool upon a drop tank; and we hide eyes
deeply down in a dripped mind. O, ivories
play for ebonies as a clother of sold stems
suppers for trolls and toads. Ah, regimens

holster peat in arms where hot big chairs
chatter for sofa smatter; and we use fast hairs
and we volunteer for fathers when bears
vamp death on a grande piano; and tears
cause blocked swung weeping; and tears
always get in the fucking way; and we hear

everything when robed hearts heed whores

*
oxygenated by dust, an ivory mad man makes
swept stars puff like bright cigars
o as fatal eye-musk blinds dunny sirs then
shapeless fazers of lit rivers rams oceans
deep down within bent hearts and potions
and weedlers spin as bled barks wind us.

oxygenated by lust, an ivory man man shakes
universal hands where arms under odd lakes
layer piss with grapes; and we suffer snakes
and we cry as we drape drams with dusk
ho a fluer of dives dries out for vanny vast
baby bonnets; and bad babby power casts a
bled sloane whose hissers count masks.

hostels made from lubes swallow dev flasks
motels made from roods rams old rafts
and we use a skinned craft when old dust
swashes a perfume-watch inside the past
.
oxygenated by fury, eyes clench blind sleep
and a wavy wand widens magical wheat
and a grey headed hero hips after old meat
ah ah ah, hustlers of yoyos use closed heat

and we dance for doilies as dinner jeeps
crash aside a windowed baddy; O, sleet
cuts red rain from radio as televisual teets

feed the umpteen thousand. La La La.

*
while disabled in a holster room, a belly of a moon
shines like ladies; and as we swoon for frontrooms
then we sweep star-swallowers inside vast dunes
o when vaginas in pockets pickle after bathrooms
then a vase of darts cuts cables from brigadoon.

while disabled in a bolster room, a belly of a tune
swings to a dirty midnight boom, and we hit spoons
and we raid fire as we pull pyres from red tombs.

a dogger of dodged domed men walks on gay stalls
ah a rider of budged blown men spin from walls
and a hostel's mad hedge clips flowers with malls
and we attract dunged dirt from garden dolls when
a bouncer of a sea-trap teems with a guilty wound.

whilst we pull a cunt-socket from hides then we
hit to a killer jewel; and a honey tree strips old weed
and a hearse of silver rocks grey gauze from sleeved
bakerlite balled oldtimed baby radio. Oh, we are seed
la, dabbers of sprawled sin sun-found fast fugue sleaze
..
Eh

*
oo drakes of mermen fish after flushed nets when
a corpse of a sea-crowd wave-crashes under zen
oo shapers of fisssured men flash aside closed ken
and a bark of arks sails homeward where women
whistle down the pussy wind; and a snare of gems
germinates sex-germs all over this poxy town. Ah?

oo drakes of mermen fish after flushed nips when
a copse of a tree-crowd wave-washes under men
and we cry for cold as we delve for family. Skin
sickles off a sick smell as a body in a binner's bin
uses clasping apple claws for hot heads and doddies

oo drakers of children cut the faces missions tread
and a boat of masks goes wide in the dark. Bread
slices into cake as bedded sticky bun cries abed
and wived wavers waggly kiss-cave craps upon lead

oo a drake has to suffer for His yiddish mamma when
hot-healers of hilly sin spurts stringers around hens
and willy wipers wash wed hands in a car of devs

Uh

*
canners of cunt-creased woman weeps for robes
o slammers of spunk-teased woman wail for clothes
and the female dunks of a biscuit pasted sea of brogues
arises from donkey arousal; and an english budder
sea-stabs dilly crabs with dirty hands. O, slit butters
brag after dogs where a faceless vine of a lover troves
a benny body of boars with a gasher of mamma droves.

canners of cunt-creased woman weeps for dinned rose
o dammers of junk-pierced chicken fry under nosed
catty flowers that curl capes into kitchens; and ald coves
prick-anger after fanny drapes that pull across the mind
and avenues of messy snakes suck a scissor code when
canny canters of fount-flamed cutter gizzards cum when
cantonments of mirror mains suck a bald sex gut

o once aside a sad mind, we hooped houses from rolled
baby minds who dug for parasites and blue banged souls
.
and we salt-soil sperm restaurants with easy cunt foals.

*
the diners of darkness delve dabbed vegetate drips with
an eater of deadness; O, a valve of a bird hits ribs
and a blooder of minds melts into sadness; O, digs
don a british dollar bill for spending on fierce pigs
and, atoned by illness, a chairman of pain sucks figs
o as we stride against a garland then we cut kids
o as we arise, then we silence perverts with grids
la, la, a burner of english paint defines a dizzy wig
and we dance for dazzy dirt as a snapped sun hits
a piggy penance of blown blades and slaughterers.

the diners of darkness delve vegetable volt-lips for a
cantonment of belled men who abuse a ski-toyed car
and reasoners of celled gems noose caviars when a
dogger of a daft nave leaps aside bones and sea-scars
oo smelly madam moon pits old beds with currencies.
./.
we have held to easter hearts as rude xmas noise rams
doilies down a sister who heals the eyes in wigwams
and a holy petal pees upon weals as hedons under drams
drip a dodgy deadpan dragged deal of petrol hands
..
O

diners of darkness delve female rex-sex-trips when
idolated father christ has to don a cross from strands
and a bell on a cliff rings funeral tocsins upon wed sand
and we weep for weevillers as a worm of days slams
donkey drooling lightning around a big panner of sedans
..
we have read the cabin news by fucking heart when
feeders of felixes fawn to flued eye-ducking dolt edams
and we dance for the laden dead and we serve Kaplan
and, o-la, a bin of breads spreads rot upon odd scram
..
vinegar islands shake an acid dam with dirty blue toes
./
END

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Copyright JDB 04/07/2020

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