work-in-progress title: C/O A Bedside Entertainer
1sr draft poem then poem-song

the acrid acid chants of a brand new day
glisten and writhe; and a cortal sea of clay
cries after music
and an easten angel sears sense with glazed
burning body rocks;
and a boner under sandals peers under socks

the acrid acid plant of a brand new day
sits and listens; and an eager opener of claves
carries sickly fevers under melted mentalis
and a metis god
cries for christ; and easy passions dream

O

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the acrid anvilled archangels will summon dust
o acid templars must stitch bones to fluff
and an easy rider raids mitchers
and alcoholic sisters wee on pitchers when lust
cums prying after dells and killers

the acrid scandalled archangels will summon dust
ah acid disemblers stride aside salt deaths
and a cryer under rain pants after sweet musk
and, oooo, a budded burned boy dies

O

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the arid sex cellar where a blithe body gets burned
comes crying after Milton
o a carrier of killers cracks for lies
and paradise lost leads to paradise regained
o arid hearses collide with graves
and riders of eyes glow like a glow-worm;
and eyers of pavements cause sex to crawl
and deriders of cruel life layer sex with drawl

the ancient body-boy who pees inside a crack
star-traps idolisers with slashed wives and paps
and an easy biker bangs nails under wives
and baking liars cede deaths to naked knives;
and a butcher on a soft path falls along stone

the acrid cellars where a blithe body gets burned
comes crying after Heaven;
and, ooo, paradise regained heeds paradise lost

Uh

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the cutters of denial drape dad hands across meat
o raiders of decrial define mad sands
and, oo, as eyes close, then facial fatal dead hands
smile aside blue angels
La, a baby in sandals uses flesh to find the killed
and communal body-mess
melts under decking sex; and blinded bruised hills
cum toppling till death eats.

the ancient babby boy who weeps for Adam
rides aside sax where saxa salt seasons lead,
and accidental men on the moon cry for bread
and, oo, occidental prayers crap upon
a dappler of night and day; O, we use guns
and idlers underneath blue clay
crash, and cars under blind laves fuse suns

*
the bucklers of the stationary killed arise from
old men who carry giants from cliffs
and a dolted mind kills plants
and a vastness of baby slants pick hot tits
o la la, eyes melt for me
o la la, brides smell for bees; and old lips
must shelter a dizzy cap inside blue guns.

the ancient babby boy who weeps for Adam
will here and now erase dogs from abandon
and dead wives in a lisp
form struggling words from a sea of strips
and a canny dun owl
will hoot in a blue wood where towels
sponge the dead from the kissed?

i centre senses along a bald rose where
feeders of faces flash till culled by air.

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the metric of a mind poem accuses bards of word-disease
o nitric summer poems cut fuses from poet -trees
and a laden father comes washing hands inside beads
and, la la, a vacant lover leads washes to spind weed
and, made in cars, we drive all day till night burns seed

the metric of a mind poem accuses bards of word-beads
and, o, a magic castler delimits egg with bacon-sleeves
and we fry some shit in a buttered pan
and we cry as we slit sin with old cakes and drams

ancient barbers knot a penis-pylon around sedans!

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these easy play-days where we interfuse death with bone
will sunder deaths where a bodier of stoned mind-moans
scurries aside mules and death
and we wed to fools
and we break the rules; and a mission under old foam
gets crushed aside dirt-moods
and, la la, raiders for skirts pull bells from hot drones
and a bed drowned at sea
senses a perfumed child crowing after soft mad trees

these easy play-days where we interfused cockles with
VD and its aroma of stink and vinegar
will here and now define drink with blinded oak-pigs

Oh, a sea of swarmed laughter cries out where kids
crap along sea-shells; and Noah dare not set sail.

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we grow weary as we panic: O, rifflers under rain
go crack god's teeth
and winders of windfulness hangs heads from meat
o we grow easy as we panic: O, drivers under sleep
serenade bones with asexual baby heat
and, oo, a wifelings use closed buggies then eyes
may well arise, arise
and casements sunder dives
and, o, as ogres war for mad scythes, then idols
will get stared upon where tatlers die

we grow weary as we panic: O, rifflers under veins
go suck god's cheek,
and the number of a rose sheds dying petal-planes
and, la la, sunners of lost clothes
sear a wintry mind from dizziers of rapine toads
and, o-la, the timed bled dead yield night-rogues
and, oo, a mind of red lead
cusses a currier of daddy darlings and cold beds
and we scurry under dreams

Oh, a sea of swarmers slaps against old tides
Oh, a shriller of waders walllows for loud wode
and, as killers run dry, then a birded cage in cloves
craps along a maddener of a genius blue poke;
and ashen babies writhe
and waxers of laddies espy hats upon drives
and there is a bald car parked in the drive.

we grow weary as we panic: O, rifflers under rain
go crack love's cheek,
and dooming deniers abuse socks under gold stains
and, oo, mental defamers raise rocks from gold veins
and, la la, menstrual declaimers dig for devil-drains
and naked nuclear heralds noose a turning of a stairway,
and we will loosen our emeralds as we star-play
with junters of eastern damaged carousels; and day
arises from lost days

and praise arises from drinking moon-life; and, O,
when we survive false wars
then we will see dreamers shrinking under paws
and the wild world sings for lovage
and the wide swirl of rings drags hands for
a puny soft space where ivories caress wards
and a seasoner of lace
lambasts doomy deniers with ideal cot-cased
silky sylvan starry naped pedalled apes

they said that gods died out
oo they sad that christ has gone; and idolisers
hereby swallow the very last of real angels
and i smoke a fag in doubt
and i choke on smoky christened screams
and, la la, we must weave aside from mounts?

*
and there are one zilion sparrows parked at my backdoor
la la, there are ninety eyes of summer burning; and whores
come homeward to detail the wintry wife of a killed bore
and me and madam mien
set alight to Bethlehem when a filthy soaker primes wards
with idiot children and boats nextdoor

they said that god died out: O, the churchyards ran dry
and the faces of jesu's pout
appears killed now by sunderers of day-lit city cries
and, la la, we smoke for women
and, o-la, we choke cherries
and a denier suit hicks after blinding blue ferries,
and we may well sail out to die

and here are one zillion sparrows parked at my backdoor
.;
i espied some campus blubber shaking hands with
rats and bats and swallows
o i saw some camphus father shaking hands with a
broken swarmed arm; and a dangerous shadow stirs
bulbous minotaurs into sidlers of smoke and nerve
la la,.- hocus pocus peers under sails where pervs
pee along a frozen train-rail

and de bubblers of pure biblers pray after hens
and de writhers of demure suns
come shattering stained glass with hot hens
oo a laden layer of de garden suffers easy men
oo a ravenous liar gets laid on its tom-tit lungs
and, spent, a fire under graves sets light to gums
and a doddery male damsel drinks to sirens and drums
may well get punctured
and, lammed, a daisy boy-child may well stun
a bedside entertainer;
and bled men on the moon will suffer moss soon
and a kicker of lunar hills
may well suffer a damaged sea where dunes
marry fingerers to saline biddy runes..

i espied some coded coeds come clamouring for
a martian sun which had no heat to bear
and, o, as weepers rock, then silencers of tears
have to drag a dolphin for a pool of grey fears
and, loaded with dogs, weepers must shed tears
where, lunge-married, a sweated crust may sear
coded candies from dieticians and starved gourdes

and morsing men who sink under nurses will board
a peacock killer with shippen fists and cold swards.
.
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put-pled purblind eagles heap a daddy birdy under scribes
and a bald birdnest digs shattering eggs where eye-wives
come slapping against cold flame-thighs
and wipers sink an angel in the thighs where babies
star-splatter hemetic gold with twining slashing belfries,
and a tomb-raider in a blue cage
carries an instinctive venal race where purple rage
serries a cheery choker-cherry with binded blue-sleeves
and, O, once upon a sad mind, i over-looked grey trees
and a veinous kodak triffle has to blown seed around
a budgy space where canary rainbows swallow age

o, a vernal invective penile rash lays waste to teas
o, a renal disaffected penile crash
swords under skeins where a brother to easy mash
swills dark sauce from ketchup throttles
and a canny wide world hatches under bottles
ah, here, there are magentos in the underpass
and, made dear, a dramaturgy of sweet masques
serenades a bloated bed-fist with candied crafts
and, la la, my dodgy time has soon to come
ahh, a honey soldier shoots passions with rafters
and the davy darkness of god's mission
cums sundering blind cheese with derision

peopled public seasons scutter a sea of dweebs
across a fatal screen where diamante film-feeds
get gutted by ideal killers and the chains of reeds
and we rush as we run into de midnight sun; O, slease
gets rammed up pubic lotions,
and a bobby of a law-leader claws aside oceans
and a babby of a law-seizure mauls inside oceans
and a creamy criminal curator falls aside potions;
and me and madam macadam must swing for sleeved
vinyl policing dark radios
/
O eyes melt for flown fullers births as skies die now
.
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jdb 03/02/2021

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work-in-progress title: Anatriptic Body-Rock
1st draft poem then poem-song

the daily morass of a mad keen mind
has to cave in
o vaguaries of lust sunder quiet climes
and eaters puke skin
and a bed at sea causes slept sin to
fall from soft signs
and, la la, eyes entertain grey minds.

the easy easels of the painted bleed
aside veinous blasts where cock heaves
a saddener of a mask from naked leaves

*
the signal sunrise uses a moon for a mind
o signal moon-rises accuse light of crimes
and a serried soldier
cums tapping at wards where old minds
think about swift deaths

the easy easelers of painted heads read
balded bunny books to sodded sea-sex,
and hustlers turned from husbands deck
daddies and female evil deaths.

*
the daily morass of a mad keen mind
has to cut winds
o families under limbs claim soft wine
and a balded bed
bashes slept bread; and odes to time
don caps when a daughter under lead
arises from denial

the daily morass of a mad keen mind
has to cut mentalis
from coded killers and dying swine
and fixing faces catch defiled minds
and coaxers cry forever.

*
these are my dullard day where i lay me down
aside a tangerine town
and, oo, as my head prays, then my bed drowns
and, eaten, we idolise prayer where soft clowns
marry mandalas to art
and, la la, we weave hot lickers
and, la la, we feed off knickers; and hearts
get caught inside pulsed strippers
and, oo, we idolise farts as eggy snippers
drop dead.

the daily morass of a mad mind leans from
canny eccentric blue lightning; and guns stun
a deafener of slaughtered eyes
la la, we weep as we sleep; and beds writhe
and sad wept salinity stoppers blood.

*
the daily morass of the fascinating news must
saunter under tabloid skies
o easy failures use dust for a family feud and
dusters dust shelved thighs
and a wicked cell locks death under seasands,
and eyers of old lies loosen blood with tides
and, la la, we share weevils with old lives

these are my dullard days where i lay down
aside a mandril sound,
and spirallers underground witnes sound;
and anemoes glow like karma as gowns
sunder hermits with easy rolling gowns
and, oo, a hatted chalk hisses
and, oo, a collapser carries eyes to kisses
and ideal hustlers supper for lies

*
these are the saddening days where lucent fathers fall
from a deaf kiss
and, oo, the sky's kiss crashes where lemon shawls are
force fed to lips
and, la la, easy drivers dream of deaths as we use cars
to comfort a fast fled road
and, aah, a red dead toad squelches in both hands, and
peerers who peer under radio
must happily strangle radios; and handless meadows
cum leaping deaths with xmas

the daily morass of a model village lets sealed flats
to crying gas-fires left on all summer,
and an eaten fly shudders for the chaining mad as
candy rats verminise the easy killed

these are the saddening days where lucent mummas fall
aside ruled death where cryers dream about lost walls

*
where devil riders rock a cock-boat, then we will sprawl
across hired yields
and, o, as riders get shot, then funeral men must crawl
across hired fields;
and macadam boys shoot germs with dark tarmac
and madam-joys cry after dogs and dizzy salt traps
and, oo, salty steamed seed scatters penises where a
daddy castle cums knocking at death's backdoor

the daily morass of an evil home houses whores under
easy phlegm souls that create dreamers from tundra
and, la la, i appear to extend my arm to coded lovers
but my arms are dead now?

*
o i shelter in the raining moon; O, i suffer for aimless minutes
and, la la, i abuse salted wounds
and, la la, i arouse boats with planets
- these are the darted days when a summer of cold wounds
glows, glows

ah a budded money-belt seasons decrial with cold rooms
and, la la, i arouse salted crows
and, o-la, i arouse a rammed rose where closures swoon
after sex and dirt and devil laughter
.
o i shelter in the raining moon; O, I suffer for aimless granite
and, la, a faceless mind goes damaging gas with gannets
and, made from shells, a banana-bandage barricades
an opener of mouths with veinous slaves
- these are the carted days when a summer of gold graves
goes glistening underneath magnetos and glassy naves
and a naked star-colt marries peanuts to nude rage

the natal dead creep up, up, up. Odes to lichen ride for a
shrill cock-aroma that leads happiness aside cinema
and, dated by girls, a cruel canteen gets swashed with a
fatal cup of suet and liquid camphors
and, laced to delimiters, my kind gal of winter uses calves
to blind-slaughter dizzy days with modellers of sex-hards
..
o i shelter from pissing rain when my coat gets stoned by
dirtyers of loud layers and boggy wet-silence
and a bay on a cliff gets gritted inside a bad boy's violence
and, blorted, a meagre sac of eyes comes skeltering
directly under graves where the dead moon's slides
show lunar porn kodak to dreamt rooms and wives

these are the night-long dragging days which snide
aside from naked sea-song; and a neon ditty drives us
far west where good indians gather up the teas. O, dust
happens now to open tramplers of sluts aside wide
candle-shores; and a bower of lime has to seem blind
and, oo, the native naked flowers used to live but now
trendless failures must dribble from tubes when cloud
colonises bone with closed evil; and macadam guts crowds

oo we are surely the nasal boys who drill for rivers
oo we are surely the fatal boys who shrill for rivers
oo we are surely the natal boys who kill for rivers
and the starry strung moon climbs cemetery waters
.
Uh

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and you and me and co-op blood must donate shopping where
lambasters leap from high chairs
and, oo, you and me must take sold hair to a bad city where
blue talons come prising buds from a lost prayer;
and a pylon pusher murdered love
and a pylon usher murdered gods
and, lo, you and me and co-op blood must donate cock to slugs

o an acid trainline rummages under cuttings where dogs
come ravelling under high-lines and evil fever-pugs; and
eyers of evil kids come amusing hands with pig-sands when
an empty dead zoophlilia anoints pure evl with both hands;
and, maned, a tiger of pure science makes all things work.
..
the darting daughters of memory snap into dementia
and a darling doctor tests memory for pap; and deniers
drag a patent pussy around christ's neck; and old liars
delimit decriers with mountain fats and easy gassed fires

o an acrid trainline amuses cold carriages with samphires
and a giddy baby-muse gets sea-changed by grey spires
and a broken lady must pose for sex-change where tyres
get burned to silent death; Oh, a latent vein bleeds briars
and staplers of dogdayed violence cases staines in wired
boxer-jaws; and a local foetal flava swigs sauced mires

and you and me and co-op blood must donate shopping to
an eaten space where brains go to the moon,
and we will weaken hearths with daddy demons; and, oo,
a tabler in a garden cups birth with finger-flues wen dugs
get pressed upon studders of emptiness and easy lugs
o, eyers ease teas onto shoulders when eagre mind-bugs
glow, just like a kid glows
.
la la, as a queasy pegasus uses petrol-cans then drugs
may well serve blind pepper to petrels and fangs? Oh?

ideal hustlers give husbands to blurred paper when
evil piggies spin a nurse from leaden hands and chicken.

.
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lo as i salute the yoyo moon, then i shine for the mad
lo as i dilate the juices of night then i shine for the sad
as the whorlwind at my window snaps glass across
a crimson cage, then the widowers in the past wash
a petrol mind in a gassed evil tomb
and i have doublecrossed by baby
and i have thunder-bossed a mallard in a flower
and, la la, i salute the poncho moon that shine for cabs

once upon a small mind in a sprawled space, crabs
came drowning under saxa sam,
and a noosed aquarium gives rise to edams where
feverers spread deus-lips with opened fairy-fears,
and i have seen the moon at daylight showing tears
and i have entertained robbers with a rubber-spear

the eaten amp of one zillion words shapes song from
a bitten entetainer whose jazzy juice-jive uses guns
and the romantic scatterers of sod boys and nooses
sink some stiletto statues underneath magenta muses
and, la la, eyers shrill for meat perfumed sex-pongs
and, o-la, pushers of ill walls will sunder grey songs
and pavemented mine-spills dig for layered loud tears
.
o the klazons on the pavement raise alarms from a
dromedary mind which sinks monkeys under card
and a leaser of a bitch may well cry, cry
and a killer of a witch may well learn how to die
and, la la, cereals in murder-bowls delve for lines
and a sad kid in a detended room suffers timed
bladdering anatriptic body-rock; and wax gets lined
with sassy spinney rashes; O, grey waxisms repine
and hands fall to marital laziness; and kids whine

marital eddies of magical biddies raise rape's mind
aside a softening withering garden in painted pine
and oaken apples and severing taverns serve wine
to old children; and alcoholic sofas swim in time for
a local street-sweep that fascinates dogs then scores
umbilical points with fated mienkind's closed sex-moor

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Copyright Jim Bellamy 04/02/2021

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work-in-progress title: oo a gunner of saviours
1st draft poem then poem-song

oo a gunner of saviours cums hacking after love
oo a father of flavas moistens five winds where
goddess glisters and leaves tears to die
oo old fathers sing for lovers; and a sea of hairs
suds after soapers and the angels in life's sky
and, la la, opallers of pharoahs peer aside mares
and, o-la, once upon a yoyo, masoners tucked eyes
aside a bled boat that has no oars to raise

oo a gunner of saviours cums cacking after God
oo a brother to labia moistens hands with blood
and, laced inside, traders of soft lungs save God
with easy funeral thumbs that bleed oats dry.

oo we may well believe in ghosts are truths
oo we may well believe in ghosts afer loves but
as caging summer dies, then men listen to sluts

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oo a gunner of fathers cums hacking after christs
oo a feloner of fingers moistens veins with rites
and, blood-bled, a mumma in a sun shoots daniel
with pursy lips that lead Andromeda to pharoahs,
and a lazy lifer leads prisons to sails when a drug
cums curling under blow-flies;
and mad mamma weeps as she feeds deaf eyes
with ladeners of sleep.
O, a dunny babby reaps dirt from coded sea-slides
O, a bunny lady leaps skirts
and a blower of bled bones brags for filth as brides
cums shammering after thunder

oo a gunner of fathers cums blacking after wisdom
oo a driver of sisters cums riding aside missions
and weevillers use a seaman's mission to define
dirtyers of dusts with halved moons and mind-mines

as a daddy dream bus cums haunting bells with crime
then mammy screamers shun cunt and dig for timed
penis-bones; and a dizzy mum shunts a tree of vines
and, ooo, blowing evil snails suck slime from dirtyers
and, la la, slowing vein-sails suck winds from dyers

.
*
oo a turner of a titty turtle heaps birds upon flowers
oo gunner of ladies loosens gyms where grey towers
carry televisual faces to spun skins
and a baker under blasts bolts suns to daddy hymns
and a petrol butcher, masked, guns a face with spind
bodying beery mind-rock;
and a dilly ship sinks aside cit clits when ropes grind
daddy vales from penis-stock
and a piggy pee-pan peals pussy from vaginal slots
and, la la, a driver of canaries violates dust with cots

and a dizzy dreamer of socks dons bouncy trousers
and a giddy screamer sunders cock with grousers
and a porky piss-pole sheds sperm-urine across mousers
and we mormonise fate as wintry chemic cake-sale
swells up, up, up under vans where fatal beer-bales
bollockise coded clitty petrols with easy city nails

oo a turner of a titty turtle heaps birds upon flowers
oo spurner of onion loosens sleep aside sod-powders
and, made to weep, a veiny vulture that uses night
must sink a babby deep when a babbler under spikes
sunder cunted cuty lemon oceans with dubbing kites

as a daddy dream bus hires naked pain then rites will
scar-exorcise a dead bust with a digger of raped hills
and a dummy bay pisses
and a mummy grave hisses across child-arse; O,
illers of veinous bird digs after trams where red mills

masons masterers of mumma from old closed rills

*
there are one zillion latrines found outside my window
o there are one zillion canteens found near black widows
and a fast flava, slammed, zaps sounds from old spleens
and a loud father, crammed, cups titties with tureens,
and a lancer of liars prances upon nuts as cunty crows
carry vaginal shitters to loud noise where spunk flows
and a flower of night pees aside boys
and a tower of dykes stripens after diggers of dead boys

and a dizzy dreamer of socks dons rubbery finger-friends
and a giddy screamer docks rubbish
and a lunar skein seeps under cocks a vaginal pee-hens
cum strangling odours with bled rummaged sea-bends
and a ladener of love-lugs drives after cats that send a
daddy buller to a blind sea where hags yearn

there are one zilion latrines found outside my window
oo there are one zillion cunt-sounds seen aside ferns
and a strutter of mind-cabbage cups breasts inside permed
daffy permutations of easy salty phones
and, ahh, me and my latent child crashdown teleported
idiot suck-masons
and a bed of beads counts bees when a penis gets ported
to shitters of guns, lungs and parties

uh

*
the pissed boys in the hills glow under loud mod noise
o the kissed boys under mills crow under proud cock-toys
and, la la, a babier of blubber
bags rosy rot aside oozements and dead fever
o pissed boys under hills sunder crowded mind-noise
and a rider of salt-drills use peeing pepper to rape boys
with a lesbotic vaginal rash
la la, a dodger of dooglers drags dummy fire for ash when
ochres of vile viol-veins
smack a daddy flower around babblers of easy gold hens

the pissed boys in the hills grow under proud mod toys
oo kisser-joys sunder rills where a baker of blonde joys
carry a scurrier aside milky mills that weaken into death

there are one zillion latrines found outside god's shadow
o, there are one zillion canteens seen to serve milks to dreams
and a dizzy caste carries puss to pulling blood-tissues
and a bell of masks jams pus with drooling cunt-runnels
and, la la, i espy in de gravy dark a bald whore in a pram
and, o-la, i espy in de crazy park a sprawled ward in Japan

the pissed boys under red dils drop soakers under woman

*
the tarring flash of a sperm-moon raises salts from flame
o-la, burning ash sucks cocoons from latent female-rain
and, summered by, a sex-room dons patients from grain
and, juddered, we send sex to guns
and, gubbered, we send disks to cum
oo a balding soap-baby bridles nudes with horse-hums
and a pony room loosens dirt aside dicky cardial scrum,
and, la la, a pisser on a cliff raises war-ravens from lunged
cradle-vice

and, ahh, we body after bobbers of cane-acids
and, laa, we study after minors who use cokers early
and, oo, weevilers sunder flavas
and, oo, sodomisers father tombs, and sister's worm-fever
gets snapped across cries of Nineveh and elbow

the kissers of decrial kiss lippers with shit-fests and teeners
o fathers that defile piss wrap leapt hands around reamers
and a coded rose-codicil
carries peppers where listening layering labia fails for a
digger of shampy mists that sharpen cum with penis-cable

the tarring flash of a sperm-moon raises salts from flame
ah-la, yearning masques spoon-feed cold dolts to cut-rain
and kidders cut the space with sex-tread
and rippers of mutts race across deaths and semblances

these are the carrot days where i lay down all charms

*
the drillers of cunny drains drag lukewarm asylums from
vaginal dizzy casements where dragoners don red gum
and penny boy-men scatter a februs lighting aside spun
easy daisy thumbs
and windy wound-mums stun eaters of mermaids from
curvy curators of loud guns and diryters
oo a bended bracelet dons lungers from eateries
oo a shened basement digs a desolate space in cherries
and a blonded hagger rips a decorous face under dung
and we hoot for ghost-motels
and we scoop serryers of hotels from naked glasses

the tarring fishmen who parade down my vast road
cum riding kissers with porkers and drowning brogues
and a sister to a worm suppers for howling sea-rogues
and, la la, hissers under slappers
snap a horse-bed across loud leopard
and we wank for dross as we slacken seense with boats
and, ooo, a pusher of plangent paedophilia sinks oats
aside easy devil masturbators

the drillers of honey drains drag lukewarm asylums from
vaginal dizzy pavements that bleed Dom Daniel dry.

*
until i am thimble-dried, i will never lay my body down
o until i am weevil-wived, i will never lay my lady down
and, oo, a stationer of silks snaps for me and salt-sounds
and a walker on a rill sheds salt seed across wastegrounds
and doomed deniers in sweet rains
summon sisters from maggot-fame
and, shoved high, weavers of faggot-sweets use clowns
to execute saline circuses with closed meats and Downs.

until i get eagle-dried, i shall never lay love's body down
o until i get dyed, i shall never lay my baby down
and, ah, as i walk in an elemental town, i will never
arouse pictures till prickler painters shove old pepper;
and a nude on a hill arises pavementers from old news
and a dude in a drill sky-arouses eye-saviours,
and, laden with dills, eyers lead liars to eaten cunt-screws
and, idolled, we swill tyres?

tarring gism-boys who stride against galleries and models
missionise flat positions with blued brides of coded candles
and we sink a candle in god's thigh
and we wink for cradles; and a pusher of pacers writhes
aside blowers of silk and milk and false highs.

the picker of a natron spices sown scribes with tribes
o hickers of matal Isis splice crowns with ripped rides
and a loosener, defamed, drives from kids when grey wives
cum scattering medal-seed across binders of shit-sides
oo a momma of Dettol crisscrosses fathers with slides
and we are gone home now where ghee feeds denial.

the bathered blood-bathing body-moon raises smiles from
heapers of guns and gyms and nunneries
and, O, a bed of hands grasps for mammaries when
drummers for anal-lights interfuse maidens with pigeons
and, lazing by, a lasher of naked ravens shave sturgeon
with rocky raiding wraiths who swin after caviar;
and, oozed, mons caviar sinks pus-flesh under labia
and, moosed, donny radar shrinkles side vein-killers

the queasy davy damsel i once called my very own
has yet to torch the quill where spunk touched down.

*
ohm what with body-boys and ripped hens in season
weeepers may well murder death
ohm what with tangy toys toss-raised from sexers
weepers under flowered salt-seizures
will swoon-sunder snippers of shroud-tails and fathers
oo once upon a burger-heart, a snake in a salt den
came calamitizing dirt-brown-art with dumb women
and a daddy arse has to crack its prats where gems
drive drisellers of gas under bled bits and
the saviour says Haloes as dread angels expand
drivers of dairy doofers and sex-stilled chickens
and a bust of doped grass
hastens to helmets as city aside pulling kitchens
connives for spilt swill-soup

the pricklers of a blood-baited bummy seasons
ten gunned Jesus with his lifted sward; and gardens
grasp to easy glass
and, la la, a minotaur tunnels after raping masques
and rapiers of damaging drains slaughter cock-casts
and, car-colluded, a bather in Staines
realises moggy bloods where a drabbler of clasps
clap a burny big-hand aside mice-bathers
and, oo, where tigrons chant, then catty sailors
jump upon gelled trains that lead to canary-curves

oo what with Osiris made-up from mind-apexes
then a bath at high sea rinses bulbous salt-flexes
and a static owl hoots for burning mind-faces
and satanic fowl pecks for wormy heart-paces
..
the dictator in de flour shapes cake from lice
and, drammed, dead flower wilts under christs
and, slammed, sweat-satins slice for eye-heists
and, walloped, a jazzy whipping pony uses mice
to scare mad rats that lead dummies far West
and daddies don slaves
and laddies use graves
and, swarming, female butterflies cut nests
from swirling bees that cannot sweeten death

...
*
the sky-chanters who label lyons with quests
hereby natter at a dominating whirlwind; O, nets
sunder saunterers who ram god-powders down
and, in death's shrill void, vammers of grey towns
cum scatterig plum ground
aside deafening fish-gardens; and washed clowns
capsize along a whale-popped kisser
and, la la, mental mind-nests spray slits upon
desking dives

ooo a captive collonade slices fishy night-guns
with tonsured dilators of forced days
and, oh, midnight curls crusade for cock-lunged
burrrowers of signet sleeve-ponds,
and a shark-shook isle pisses across hummed
easy tripper titties

and greasy farmers till robbed fields until a
damager of veined lights swallow wasp-cars

oo as vinegar waters spill across loves arse
then a blood-quarter fills loss with god's mast
and, uh, our eager masted Venus lifts the past
to a flitty pitty sperm-radio; and radio darknesss
cums vavooming shot spunk
against droolly wafers that communionise a
daddy bobble blush

oo as cimema baiters toast doomy eye-mush
oo as kinkered data drinks to coded sky-cuffs
then a vile dead bittering video cuppa junks
homely honeyers whose dilator eats bumped
bladed badeas in lotions

the divers of malt rain secure seances to old
gilded digger dolts; and, O, as daft death's fold
slits poisoners and bolts, then a jailed inner foal
fascinates beasts where, plunged,
star-tasters in de East ravel into suppertimed
penile vaults where angels groan in the sky
la la, a motile masturbator of bone blinds ties
with vanted criminal mind-shows
O, these are the vines boys tread
O, these are the minds gals thread,

and the eater of a rose ram priories aside dust
and, star-theatred, a blorter hears leaving lust
made code; and, lo, coded bitumen use pus
la la, sylvan milk-weepies strangle wide cusps
la la, silent silk-weepies haggle for teacups;
and an easy man-o-war
guts faces with the islands death scores; La!

eyers widen for colts where evil margarine
spread cunt bootpolish across bread-tangerines
.
..
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jdb 17/02/2021

*

work-in-progress title: Around Vases and Old Sluts
1st draft poem then poem-song

the rivulets of an insane season suffer words
o rivets under sand slam beaches under birds
and a dizzy sun at night
laces dung to ships; O, a daddy under light
heeds whores where night shines

the rivulets of an insane season suffer curves
o privet inside hands lams ilexes with minds
and a doctor to a flower treats grey death
and, oo. we slide from sleep as we wreck
bad gods and magog steps

the distant writher in a gun may well write
about corn dolls and the face of the news
ahh we say Amen to the past and brood
and a sapient watchman times bled sights

O

*
the eyelets in a city's glove have to close now
o eyelets under skins cut a titty in both hands,
and i lower my head aside naked sin as jams
hit to a gunman's jazzy slam
and a diary on its side tells time with prams
and a fairy under toythings
abuses hospice headphones; O, dirtyers
drag for dragoons as bed aside a fire
gets swamped in blades; O, dirtyers are
fed to phalluses, and a daddy drum stirs
starry nights aside dilators and naked curs

the distant writher of domed denial carves
cabinets of ice from neon winds
and, la la, eyelets noose sins as old scars
suck a child-cut
and, la la, dirtyers drizzle salt in scarves
and, la la, an easy fizzed picket spins
down a daffy mind-moon; and sins shut

pluperfectly around vases and old sluts.

*
the darkeners of diamonds layers clothes with hearts
o hardeners of diamonds, slayed, stroke easy arks
and a dizzy diver dreams of day
and a fizzy rider surrenders; O, fast graves arch
under baby blades and deniers; and fasting hearts
suck along a cheese-glade
and, la la, a peeing body-lay sinks a penis under
mad minotaurs of hellish hens and eyed thunder

the eyelets in a city's bug dons seed from lovers
and, o-la, mental floss drags suns from mammas
and, mind-maced, weevillers shriek for glamour
and, spine-draped, mad devillers scream for a
blinder of a green mosque
and, la la, a touch of the pre baroque moves
fasinating tears to eager deaths

the darkeners of diamonds layer robes with darts
o softeners of sirens shut a dog outside red hearts,
and a babby brogue scuffles for lost feet
and a jeery rogue plays fool with a loud meat..

and we drool as we climb
and we soil as we grind; and fasters of heat
drag dolly towels for easy indian star-heat

*
the darkeners of demons layer roses with masks
o hardeners of seamen dig missions from de past
and a bath of night washes hymens
and a crafted light soaps old demons; and sirens
go glowering aside ropers and bitter men
and a daddy house-masque uses dance for gems,
and a mum of dirt drags fathers from children

these are my mallard days when i cut women,
these are our dullard days where we summon
crowy crowded cliffs; and, diced, a curtain will
most certainly suck old dreams from slept hills;
and, O, a swaggerer who dives will forever spin.

the darkeners of demons have arrived,- sins
supper for a void when gardens topple limbs
and a darted summer shoots claves with spind
bloodied bodied mind-winds
ahhh, the darkeners of demons have arrived
lo, a grainy statue sunders life with old sills

these dad days, voided, drink blue heaven dry

Uh

*
vaguries of mad men venalise a dragger of paps and paunches
la la, i recall my lost mind
la la, i recollect mad gems; and when i think of pink macs
then i design clothes with lost lines
o vaguries of men penalise a robber of cats and lunches

the darkeners of demons layer couches with flowers and
a designer of faces swallows fathers
and, spun as she gets spind, a fastener of oaths eats sand
and, lunged, a gilly girl breaksdown

vaguries of mad men scent a menagery of men with hands
and, lopped, a pisser under rent radios old men with Downs,
and easy teasy girls who shove pearls around the world
are hereby fed to fools with nympho beer
ahh, a headed hedge that gets cut to pure death
heats a factory dial; and a bedbound mutt cuts death

directly under criers who layer fists with hired water.

*
easy eateries accuse the well fed of eating stone
o a peasy proctorate funds teary churches when bone
gets glistering under guns and easy lovers
o easy eaties abuse a cell with starving stone; and bone
gets bed-bitten with manxes and disembodiers.

vaguries of mad men send lips to stickers when dromes
come crying for softeners of splayed saviours
and a fanny-war deadens ghosts with swift sailors
and, oo, a buddy-boy delimits boats with failures.

easy peasy pixies cum wagging elves with dreamers
and, la la, a lamb at sea gets shoving mills with trees
and, o-la, there are human curtains here which cede
bald midnight to groping knifed pissers
and, once laid, a brother of christs delves misters.

vaguries of mad men send lips to stickers where drones
shovel pussy pyres aside pullers of pluming sloanes,
and, o, since we have let love's road cum between us,
then we must corrode clits with ashen female sex-dust
..
and, the dullard days are near where i recognise lusts
damaging the zeroes of cakey nudishness and rusks.

*
vaguries of baby-men get shut aside an evil dustbin
and, layered, a ruby hen gets cut; and evil old skin
gets scattered across commodes and aged pots
ah, a neon diamond shines just like loud noise, and
scryers of demons grind lust down to dead demands

vaguries of baby-men get shut aside a litter-bin
and a radioed cocking horse gets cocked by spind
crazy mazy easy winds;
and, oo, a naked blaze sucks a blonde sea-mind
from dirted daffy dates and urinating old blinds

o these dullard days get snapped aside spines
o these dullard days get shaped aside crime; and
if we ever weep again, then we will surely ram a
female fan-life down city steps and aviaries.

vaguries of babby-boys play with sainted toys
oo families of blubber-boys use a false-sea, and
we weevilise the weeblers of noosers
and we sea-slam deniers with closed rulers

these are the scents i knew when first born
and, loathed, these are the truths i used to form
my empty cradle-trades with hands and fawns;
and i have seen the dead gliding under grey thorns
.
O

*
these are the cabinet souls of my closed life
o these are my sweet folds shedding life; and
i espy caverners cum weeping in seasand, and
i define cinemas closing with easy crying hands
and i refine kinema with oozing veinous islands
o my cabinet souls get locked inside england
la, my cabinet foal gets rode aside cold jams.
.
vaguries of pisser men peer into old mind-man,
pestlers of tissue men mop seed from woman
and a driver of good fairies sinks thumbs where
daddies don mammies and shrink sex where mines
dig for dirtyers of fascists and gold-vines.

these are the cabinet souls of my closed life
o these are my sweet folds speading christs; and
i espy wideners of shoals cum fishers and spikes,
and i saw my delicate impossible grave made of
a nakedness of moors and yorkshire deities,- God
climbs into his impossible hill,
and a female fist shudders
and a female wrist covers nails inside mummas.

vaguries of killer men peer into odd mind-plans
and, laced to rivers, hens lay rotted egg; and
as weepers cry for deaths
then creepers carry sex to a bladed death;
O, once upon a mind, missives shave deaths
with rizla razors and easily murdered nests

Uh

*
when a husbandry of hides led marital mess to water
then a focal foetus shot the moon,
o, as we gargle then we assault blorters of softeners
la la, a cow at easter squirts milk for easy fingerers,
and a patent plower pulls easy blood from old killers;
and a sky at sea swallows venal tapestries
and a mental dive drives cods far west; and riders
cum wanking on wet corn;
oh, a facer inside piss-porn gets gutted
oh, a rizla aside shit-porn gets nutted
and, la la, a crocus in a bum-blossom bends lifers
across naked lips where pink flamingos flock for
icers of finger-flits and idolent red monkeys.

vaguries of killer men peer inside eggy summits
o families in illers send tears to easy wakes; Ah,
we weevilise the poor where we sweat optics
la la, a cannary of canaries jolts budgies where cars
crashland, just like a concertina
and, lapped for mikes, deaf singers swing for killers
and, snapped for stripes, blind singers swing mirrors
and a naked hordse gets cunted
and a nuclear bawed gets runted
oo a dog at night yaps for sailed barks when Mars
cums rustling after closed caves and cavatinas.

as sadness yields the dark, a switchbladed trampler
gets hit upon lady tombstones and drabblers; Oh,
a baggy butter barge buries burners inside oats
and, la la, as sadness keels, then a latent stampler
switches a daddy sloth upon nighttimed stoats
ha, a bedded bummy boy pisses in a blown park
ha, a deadened mammy boy pisss in a lost Arks,
and a cherried chapster has to execute boats in
stationary vine-fields where darters stab gold-gin.

vaguries of killer men peer aside eggy punnets
o familial riddlers send tears aside candy planets
and a chapler in twelve hands cans canned gannets
o grannaries in spind shelves sauce canes with rusks
o nunneries in spun dells sauce cranes with musk
and the waldron in a cell key-crocks a door-fuss
and, la la, when keen roads come between us, lust
has to shine just like a toad,
and we are led to cremation road where issuers
snap snippers around traffickers of blue tissuers.
..
the cystic rifflers of gal-folk lead dung to a
simplification of a swaggery steed; and old cars
crashland; and a tit on a screen uses film-cigars.
.
the active nerves of a pactive lover cut riders
with eaten dairy-thumbs; and a pisser in lighters
gets set to dirty flame by bookers and burners
and, loused, a bible-car shoots from a red hip
and, ooo, we cream up for burrs when bird-bits
bleat for hooting owlers and invidious vein-trips
.
END?

*
when once buried in the twilight of a ghost's soul
a female moony vixen may well taunt dead flowers
o a daddy under sirens cums kissing under coal where
damagers of demons burn, burn
o a father to a saviour sucks on ferns as seedy hair
gets struck by strutted body-perms
and weevillers tarry for death when a fatal firmed
model madam village sees sirens blay
o, there are dreamers near who ride from yesterday
o, there are dreamers here who sleep under air
and a laden teaser hips to wheat and sullen trade.
.
the active nurse of a funeral lover has to cremate
dragglers of hearses when fevers cum to dilate a
gabbler of a gaberdine whose genoas cannot rape
and a killer on a rise rotates across the sun as snakes
get strangled in baskets
and, la la, damagers of biscuits slam a tail about a
mummifier of sleepers and the beds aside slaves
and repeaters on reapers fear headed blind-blades
and the hiss of madness storms the moon; and eyers
lead lampooners into screeners of devil-spires
and, scuttering under blues, a heaper of gold-tyres

snaps a daddy coat across deadeners of samphires.

Uh Uh a bitten mandrake cuts into a sugar-spire
and, gob-glanded, a sea drake spits eyed fire
and a laddy of de moon masturbates with tyres
Uh Uh a bitten shoe-snake gives head to sapphires,
and a model lung causes breath to pant for
a godless poet tree where a planet of demure war
slashes aside frozen minds where pulers roar
and we are roared aside a chaired stain
and we get spored aside a paired star-drain
and a dashy dashboard grabs after coffee-grains.

Uh Uh, a bitten mandrake cuts into a sugar pyre
and, gun-eagled, a burning bastard eyrie eats mires
and, loaded with apemen, sweat collonises old veins
and, sprayed for catmen, sweat collonises tree-fires
and, splayed, infernal butts scramble for fruit-friars.

o snapperers of tomorrow's snoods must accuse
a darling of closed sorrows with a hill of screws
and facials sucketh long as lobbed angels shoot-up
from dazzlers of guns and wolf-armed cut Gabriel,
o the strippers of today bare sexy lungs to Ariel
and a buddy bit bags clays aside purses in candles
o a buddermost tissue-man pans clothes
oo, a painted lipper dams vanned cans as rogues
swing to a xmas beat and die, die, die

woollen wolverine men date deniers with slides?

END..

*
Copyright Jim Bellamy feb 14 2021.

*

work-in-progress title: Aside Sad Sea-Chains
1st draft poem then poem-song

the desirous wanderer who shafts sex with skeins
seizes sex gold from dudes
the serious moon-brakers who drive cars down drains
seize rolled souls from nudes;
and a fortune teller at sea reads heaven's brains
o, cantakerous old pricks peer aside sad sea-chains

the desirous wanderer who sharpens mad veins is
forcibly fed to fathers when fieldworks suck figs

*
and melodious pussy pullers uses cuts for kids,
and eyers of wild kids
sear minds from dialled piggies; and odes to grain
scurries under templed pee-stains
O a kid in a boat sets sail for laughter as dudes
climb along a naked mountain

deleterous body-bends bury cods under poos

*
the radio gets murdered in the wild and
easers of slits sunders dust from england,
and the daring dark dams lights with crows,
and eyers of damsel-flies
raise a dolly flap from eaters of soft eyes

the desirous stations of minds cut snow
and roses, rammed, cum thorning loaves
and, la la, we weep for rain when toads

stop as they squelch. And pools close

*
the deleted faces of a bled void accuses sex of
laying fever-cases across gods
and ocean men sail for toys when salted Love
leads a lady leashers to ideal gob
and, oo, weavers wash wives aside de blues
and instamatic fathers cry, cry
ah a model sad village drives aside nice side

then dinted faces of a mad void accuses sex of
layering fingered cases with sylvan dog-drugs
and wine-weavers loosed sad stools with dugs
and eyes cry out aloud
and missioners kill God

*
o as the streets seem dirty, then eager rulers
may well sell death to flirts
and, la, a heaver of firs fashions nut-spewer
with kneaded skirt and easy sewers
and the dead rock the flab
and the sexed cock for crabs; and seizures
cause causal mind-cabs to cease smiling

o as the streets seem dirty, then eager droolers
may well swell up, up
and, softly raging, diners of sluts slurp cups
and teasing coffees stir acid into toffees

uh

*
wow, these sleeting iced days when a snower cuts
are coming, here amd now, in the face of white-nuts
and a veinous bloom
comes sundering the moon,
and jolters of tomorrow use yesterday's room to
salt-affix a mad sea-swallow with kitchens
ooo, a summery father groans as he jokes
and a seasoner of mamma
cusses after debt where a snake aside dada
drops a knife under mana
wow, the dead must grow where midnights
glow under dogs and macadams

o as we stretch along the earth, we find galleries
shining like a plumed moon,
and ivories of coded mothers sear alleyways
with copious fingerers of salts and runes

wow, these sleeping days when a lost flower shuts
then me and Eve and Adam will ignite sluts

*
oast houses in mad english summer gardens get
shovelled under soft wicked numbers,
and a bath at sea ravels under tundra as sex
seasons fools with ashen star-specs
and, o, a miracle horse adorns closed kecks
and, o, a mamacled force adorns closed necks

as rhymers die out, a sbriller of pure rain gets
messed with my emptiness and neural thunder,
and a laden peasy lion who roars after fevers
must cradle a cocking horse in listlesness
and a goofy greeny grasses under endlessness
and a cheesy fanny dies;

la la, oast houses in mad indian faces abuse
laden demons with draggling diamante; and
sewing slayers scurry from ghost sunday, and
eaters of dummy graves lead facists to seasand,
and a mucky model ward houses islands,
and, oo, i idealise the dead as my soul rams a
dabbler of a daughter under serial madams

O, the razors of slaughters slice into sedans
O, the raiders of mortars smell like edam
O, the bleeders of rivers lend waves to woman
and a gritted irish tree gets tickled for children
Ah, eyers nip a bird from red dus as reason
glows just like a fast bird
and, la la, fasteners of curves rouse birds
with haloed hands; and the gobs of treason
slap a retro charge on a car
..
oast houses in a mad english garden get
a milky silky surge from whining ater sex
and a soft milk-weepy serves ghosts to nests
and a daffy barge goes floating under nets
O a lilter of samphires gets slitted by desks
O a killer of sapphires lays mace with pests
and, dammed, an easy mammy slave rests
along parching pianos when music prays

as rhymers die, then swingers of hearts
lap a lucid bone with tawny buzzers; and
a laten patient moon will cum upon scram
and a vignette in a loud hill must scan sand
with twinned drams
O the lickers of decrial hiss for edams and
a budder of blue denial slows boats down
..
...
*
blued bummy bottlers who drain death dry
come swalkowing tidy picklers; and lies
drive sin to sleep when familial body-brides
gut a gusted wind-mind
o blurred father bottles get sunk under wine
and a dizzy mamma pecks salt to death
and a hazy human fever raises veins from
dovetails and cannabis anointed sea-guns

oak houses lend pines to elms when suns
get glowing like one zillion eyes
and a bath on a cliff soften guilty skies wit
appointers of teary chaf and gilded red lip

blued bummy bottlers who drain death dry
cum wallowing in muddy pictures
la la, a hag on a screen wades into slides;
and magic metal boys hiss as they writhe,
and conical mummy-boys
scatter sweet pus across mindless toys
and a lively liver-pusher veers from toys
and a mazy river-pusher fears old boys

ah, as sliver-Zen paints yogic yoyos
then, painted by skin, a belling pogo
has to wash wide curls in loud logos
and, la la, as logo police arrest logos
then magic tragic sleep hangs bled radios
and a peddler of plum scum-kisses
a damager of guns and gins and wishes
ah, as silver-Zen paints yogic yoyos
then macadam must spiral from ponchos

the dirtying darling men who sweat for
a national infirm disease
carries shoulder-rocks from grey pores
and, la la, a soft frenchy falon shits for
a battalion of false beliefs
and, made old, headphones layer lice
with hispic heads and citying bed-mice
and a neon statue falls for a lark and
digging bone-breads button lard-cans

the octagons of midsummer light stand
astride bubbly breakers of soft brigands,
and a vase inside a screen
loosens an instant hospice with bigbands
and, la la, medlers in a terminus uses jams
to widen cruel jazz with musical seasons

the sweltering shelters of pure rain seem
too easily sponged and too easily dreamed
and, as i sense dogs swirl, then my scream
has to jeer at hats then cry along my tears
.
Uh

*
acritudes of evil men anoint perfumes with rocks
o pitted bladder men appoint grey grounds with
a blorted songster whose mental grave frigs for a
valleyway of galleries and loaded active ribs
and me and my flava has to kiss a sky of kids

acritudes of evil men must appear sent to sex
o gridded balderers suck trained points as sex
cums huffing after panters and painted grey sex
and, la la, pontiffs under cattlers
scutter after bees where a blue light shatters

the watering use of religion sets fire to shutters
la la, a sauntering lubes sink a nympho under butters
and a blabberer inside pissed ink
hastens to dried widows; O, a pig in poked sink
carries cooling killers up a desolate stair where
inky automatic pilots peer within death's scare

acritudes, munched, direct a monkey lab from
a scattering of wet pies and a crayon gun, and
a feeder of evil men fasten flexes aside drums
and ordinary neural sounds sing, sing, sing
and dabblers of mad guns shoot space-wind
with gatherers of hens and naked fatal money

the watering use of christs sinks soap under a
daggerer of doctors and queasy quaverers, Ah,
i have seen a noose cum blorting mouthed cars
and, where deaths twire, i hear a huge mind-star
gone cold; and a moon of tears swills defiance

FINITO?

*
O cantankerous men on a hired cliff snaps
O venal wankerous peahens
swipe peacock plumes from perfumed laps
and a owl at sea
slides deniers inside trees and green seed
and a natal winter fever
smashes evil hands with fire-fixes, O, pap
pulls along a bell when acid hell
loosens flowed windscreens; and cellves
romantasize the backs of sisters

and a focal worm slides down clisters where
daggering arses work bobbins under chairs
and gentian gentlemen raise a bed-snare
and venetian whippers must layer prayer with
fascinators of mean shot minds;
and, la la, as grey headphones loosen kids
then dilators of fast telephones
have to lay a blonde egg aside a deadline

and the smile of a rainbow's ebb designs
a dangerous swoon aside a slotted sign
and signal men crash as a dotted bine
sources madness with creamy sex-wine
and, ooo, a natal corset snaps up wine
and, ooo, a fotal fish-net sups a green-wine
and the smile of a rainbow's ebb reclines
in maternal musclers
and a wailing screw purrs for blooders
and a sailing dude sees waspish glovers
cum rippling where town-air eats lovers

breaded coke drains faces bone dry; Oh,
a wakeful mouse-mane combs eyes; Oh,
a digger of cold frames dreams of ties
and bollockers get fretted
and rollockers get petted
and a lousy gnit-nest jacks dickers with
venal rasping red-bedded stallion-kids
ah, once upon a mod escallion, grey gigs
came jumping arms with jazzy arm-pits
and a local menstrual canny hero
cums drinking jeyes as loaf-shakespearos

darken naked parks with closed nerves
and, gun-laid, de bluesy lady uses birds
to wash a panting priory with lost curves
...
the easy faces are going blind now as
reddeners sharpen cars with deaf glass
and, la la, madam macadam burns de past
..
OO
OOOO

THE END.

*
Copyright JDB 06 FEB 2021

*
work-in-progress title: Nerves Scatter Headphones
1st draf poem then poem-song

these are my mallard days when i learn about summer
and radios in shrilled nerves scatter headphones when
daddies dream of winters
and a bay of cogs raises clicking splinters
and a bath in sods causes soapy kids to writhe
and, oo, these are my mallard days
and, oo, these are the days when i will sit and cry

these are my mallard days
these are the mentalists who swing from hired waters
and deadener under lips
has to hiss for a sea of spun spind easy skin trades
and, laced, a latent dream loosens babes under slaves

*
the shadowers of the easy killed crusade after flowers,
meadowers use a dizzy daisy,
and a softening metalic bowl bashes eyes with flowers
and, melted, we use a sea of grass
to succour the keen hands of a city-arse
and a hospice nearby dons mental headphones
and a laden looter of crown central
carries bled eyes when eaters of coded car-phones
cause felonies to scour
dust

and, oo, as i entertain the dead then i go mad?

*
these are my mallard days when i learn about water
and radios in shrilled nerves scatter earphones aside
a blindedness of fast vans and taut cathedrals,
O, eyers cry for crimes
O, liars die for minds, and one day when a dead bride
teeters under soft crypts
then a dazzler of brooming skies sweats optics

the shadowers of the queasy killed carry hearts where
dilly dizzy dullard boys raise mansion from a screen,
and a darted scissor darling
dribbles grey sand from twixed fanny fartings;
o, once aside a blown head, a city not right in the head
has to listen to leper gals

uh

*
these are my mallard days where i learn about daughters
o these are my dullard daytimes
o a laden statue of a lost girl uses veins to cut slaughter
and, la la, a greying mind mason
builds erectile ashe from laden pigs and cattle-casements
and, o-la, me and my daddy earth
seasons mums with pullers of pool-pens and lost birth

these are my mallard days where i learn about doctors
o,these are my medical nighttimes
and, made juicy, a dead nurse in a hospice in the mind
gathers easy headphones with huntet-gathered twine,
and a bad bed at sea
scatters butters across demnotics of pushed beliefs
and, lanced, i weedle after demonics where
lashes dance in an ambulance; and easy hair

washes creeps away from delimitless body-heaps

*
the rended red-bedded bakers of vines have to
enter a daffy cleaver down a vase in a lost room
and, la, where ladies lie
then a baby bummy wife may well hear eyes
and, laced, eyelids flicker
and, spaced, sky-lights quiver
and a bedded bag of moons spreads prats for lovers;
and an easy ochred fever
cums laying adown aside my backdoor

these are my mallard days where i learn about daughters
o these are my dulling dreamt days
and, la la, as i star-tread limes under graves then
feverish fallowed thunder cums cockling after children
and, paced, i entertain red-headed cunny woman,
and me and madam macadam heed tears

the rended boy-shows in this fay town use a river
to sunder dilly capers; and massive mind-livers
get stabbed away
and icy pie-minded claves carry old men West

*
the icy ravens who use lost mind peck after death,
o a jolted moon shines down from the sun
and, laced, a pulling pavement listens to guns,
and a vastness of men trip for coded sea-suns,
and, displaced, i have seen brothers under deaths
shaping sharpened mind-dreams
with whirring star-hands; and a televisual sign
points curved fingers at rolled screams
and a bath at sea
sluices silver baits from strung sea-blinds

these are my mallard days where i saw slime
cum sickening at my candled sinking spine,
and a radio of slacks
summons ravens from denim traps as wine
sinks a dizzy thumb into rollering sex-signs,
and an easy eater of a naked navel grinds
gobbered ashes with ashen baby-brine

the rended gal-shows that lead men West
sharpens dizzy dolor with dirtying ironed breasts;
and when arching eaglers peck for lyon-nests
then quickeners of fathers get soaped by a
spermy knotted tree where an acorned mess
scatters crazy cradles across fatal salt-mesh

*
when crunched in a bowl, i saw my own entrails come
savouring every soft soul,
and, oo, as timeless summertimes end, then old guns
may well shoot me stone-dead
o when crucified by apples, i saw my eardrums
sliding a naked anvil across angelic teeny suns,
and ideal plowed faces
get tumbled by heads and local fatal faeces
and, oo, a marital donkey rides bride-saddled as
lemony sweated knicker-umber uses skirts to
feed sad sops to glass

as regal kisses float on skinned air, a torn mask
comes reeling in the tea-soaped East,
and deniers plan to tea-hang a star of lost peace;
and a doctor in the far-off stars
bloats up from cherried sicklers as grey meats
cum capsizing where old stone shapes dust
with unlawful seagulls; O, a shimmy sloane
dons bedazzling chiffon gowns,
and pressurises of chinese towns groans;
and vacant trees moan,
.
the rended girl-shows that film deceit is
star-fed to rotories of both night and day;
and riders on melodies sharpen cold clays,
and giddy basin fingers swipe dunny fizz from
devillers of satin rizlas
O, when creators of ripplers don france
then idiot devisers of nippers dress dance,
and writers on the dawn
send midas through corn; and udderers prance
and delvers drink gal-spawn.
...

*
fishermen of butter men spread cake on hot jam
and, made god, feeders of bread-snakes rams a
dady jar inside a mummy
and, o, when earphones sink fingers in dummies
then radiographers of monkeys
come clambering up skirts where killers pray
and, stained by nuts, my heady eerie mind rams
a damager of distance under plovers
and the stars in the rain raise dirt from flowers
and easy giddy glue-boys suffer coded honey

the regal girl-shows that cause heat to strip
layers lewded crows to rats and sweet-lip;
and a caddy of golfed shoe-flirts abuse lustre
and a balded bay of de burlesque use fevers to
cascade cat-headed bats around a lost mother

fishermen of butter men spread cake on hot sand
and, scar-scathed, a buddy to drakes come
strangling blorted missions with dairy sea-lungs,
and a model missive feeds letters to dun trippers
and motel kisses snip a milk-tit aside strippers

ahh..once upon a mind, some happily hanged dudes
came washing their dirty hands in a rainbow,
and idlers who crack birdies
have lost hands for knuckles; and odes to screws
go delimiting doming bells with easy mind-nerdies,
and a beller in midseason
capsizes for liquid reason; and, Oh, metallers
get slowed down by wood-work and killers

oo we are the riddlers of blood-beds and we're
fed to a distant moon-mine where strange fear
silences soft swooners with utmost change
ah, a salted sugared good man dances for fear
and a laden snaked basket stores blithe tears,
and youths are blown away
and sleuths are smashed today;
and, raced, a runner on a grave has to sear
bubbly bibler boys with blue nun and terror

ah as blue milk weepies wander for trade
then a blurred blue lamp flashes under raised
tomb-yards; and cigarellos in the dark slay a
damaged girl-friend whose freezing display
ticked around a mirror made from slaves
ah as blue milk weepies wander, then maids
cum lung-jumping cancer words with slayed
doom denial
ahh, a bone at sea runs home for decades.
..
*
what with silk-lips down the u-bend and
what with salt biscuits in the cistern,
me and my favourite sex-gob gets going
and the elaborators of elevators seem hanged
and a swiftt daffy wife sweats when crowing
O what with silks down drains and edams
a lifter of a life-ban breakdown,.
and aged minotaurs run christ under gowns
and a natal blown bawd
seizes capital roofs from radio silence

oo a rotator in grey mists sharpens violence
then a fuzzy owl comes hooting as she prays,
and a dog at night seasons suns with rays
and, coded, as heathen cipresses use lays
then an agnus castus xmas tree
gets grown from screwers of cunt-tea;
and we widen for a false lunch as we
sweep pentacles under blown fast slease

what with mad men lounged along blood and
what with false cigars drowned in veins, hands
may well fasten some buddy hair to
rapists of gardens and bubblers on the move;
and a doctored shy rose raises buds from
a dizzy green villan whose gunned dram lifts
a fatal toast to a mouthy girl; and a grey tits
cum sinking ideal eyes inside a fierce ship.

oo a razored eraser of dusk forces lust
to lip-fashion blind balloons with pushed
cardial cock-castles; and odes to Rome must
sharpen Romulus with christed Remus
oo, and we will soften as we flower after
ladelled loud laughter that sweats for Mothers.

O

*
yes, i saw a dromedary devil child come sundering
a dukedom of a fast family,
and the radios in a slit uses wide TV for memory
and a fascinating flit has to shine, shine,
yes, i saw a dromedary devil child come sundering
a cooking cuckoo cinema mind,
and the vastness of video grows aged and sold
and the emptiness of stereo glows aside the old,
and a bodyer of breakers
shovel soft vinyl up a plastic pop-hit; and beakers
sink shits into dried ice
and, la la, devillers of christs drag drapes for dyers
and i anoint mycellves with pomaded midnights
ahh

when umpteen minds jack-knife, then mad liars
will surely suck on massed light
and a burner of badeas slashes widened cryers
leases masonics to a river-reign
and signal sunrises leap jazz under pryers
o, my world is pyramid
o, my girl is pyramid-rigid;
and, la la, as bursters bathe inside old rigs
then a puncher of a bruised slave will frig
daddy diamonds with spastic apple-pigs
ahh

the dancers of pure rain strip ass from back
o dancers under demure rain-tips use smacks
to siren after bones and beds of water; and ash
cums denuding primal prisons with a
slackener of old defiled red prisms; and
as we weep for gold, then we taste england,
and a cruel wed store
heaves a bad bath from aphonal walled whores;
and decorous flashed fingers move
against ideal wasted winter nudes
ahh

*
and i will go and eat my fish-n-chips in a public toilet
and lay waste to red rum with kebab meats close behind,
and the suckered son who feeds off mamma's chewing-gum
will satanise god stalin with painted cocks and movies;
and i will go and eat my fish-n-chips in a public toilet
and dig aside the dead with pittas stormed close behind
all daddies and muumies
and in the mummy cloths we are wound
and wolf whistles sunder fast-food sounds; and bellies
breakdown

and, oo, i shall eat my fish-n-chips whilst plucking cherries
and, oo, my delicatessan of a fat mind revolves for berries
and, la la, as musical dinners burn
then i shall idolise the defaming flame-houses of firm
greedy titty pears
and i will soap my lungs as i eat my lunch near a drain,
and eyers of eaten rifles
model bummy cheese with daggerers of battered brain
and, ooo, as i ride from city sleep
then i shall find once again a local latrine where grain
falls like piss from a magical bread-heap

birded wizard men cast bald spells as rabbits glow
ah, naked chicken men cast bald spells as mad crows
show death-printed prison pussy cum scattering clothes
and, la la la, eager riflers of xmas triffles have to grope
after easy fishy dinners eaten under stale cake-rain;
and, slicing once again,
my all too funereal body gets bagged in painted rolls
and, oooo,
eyelids suffer ooze where a partridge in a pushchair
cuts the livid space death's mutants tread
and eyers of sweetened fatal cunt thread cold hair
with flourishers of folded fantails and dragon docks
.
and i shall eat my fish-n-chips in a public toilet
and lay waste to red cum with kebab meats close behind
and i will famish after mind-paint
and i shall tarnish dogs with feinted red heat
and, o, ole gods will turn as wedding cakes drag meats for
feeders of floes and flown tongues found outdoors

O- we will shut a flashing door across bones and whores
..
*
Copyright JDB 5 FEB 2021

*

work-in-progress title: The Vaguries Of Vast Pigs
first draft poem then poem-song

the vaguries of vast pigs peer inside a locked vault
o the crissing crosses of tears
lend candlers to wax where i listen to soft salts
and the pharoahs in my head hiss across pyraminds as
eyers of darkness sharpen blindness with glass

the apers of my fingers sink embedders under masks
o the kissing hoaxers of fears
rend cradlers; and ashen jeery jam boys season-steer
a pappler of bloods from easy spheres;
and, spent, my braining son uses kids to burn weirs

the casements of my sadness rend denial when gas
sinks a swollen ex-mind aside spind spine; and glass
carries daddy dreams to eastern smiles; and grass has
a new day to ravel under time, tide, and choked mass

the vaguries of vast pigs peer aside a rocking vault
o eateries, dammed, draggle after bulimia; O, bolts
get glistering inside fast minds when a body's jolts

stop!

*
the curtains on the moon draw blinds across a cradle
o eaters of hired noon use suns to blow starry anvils
and, repleted, spired tunes noose guns to easy angels
o repeaters under wine widen blue drums
and a reader of denial sharpens lungs with old gels
and a babby broom gets drearily fed to gay gals when
a shriven mind-sail snaps my head and cries.

curtains, veiled, loosen wax from wives as gold skies
spiral adown the kissers of dirt days and night-rides
and a hisser under gems dazzles after diamante brides
o dun bleaters who get trapped beneath blind eyries
come scattering malt-seed across a tree of babies
and, ravened, a daddy for greed scales fun rubies?

the vaguries of statued blood don dives when dolls
come scissoring after gods and wives; and sod-skulls
clash as they shatter; O! weedlers of knives use bull
and a noah in a dead ship goes drowning; and mulls
mix nameless penises aside crows and queasy mammy

Uh

*
the issuers of mazes use bones to bleed a mind
o gemmers of faces drive stone aside a red rhyme
and a waxy mace lends dogdays to catty sea-swine
ah as we i shroud a sail with wolfy warders then time
must dazzle under dales with
a horn for cock-pint; and a macer of pigs has to grind
leaders of peppers to sand that scatters bread-rinds

the vaguries of hissers hear the world cum home for
a party under kissers that swells aside a cosmic ward
and a daisy mad heart guns after laid lies as nice swards
lip after rot when a feeder of laughter fishes for
a nuded maw of hands and meat; and a sawn wall
grasps tips from bone-books that lead fairies to drawl

the curtains on the moon draw minds across angels.

*
the eaters of flown statues dram after coded chrome
o reapers under gnomes stab fathers
and a dad at night leads eyies under salters as drones
cum crying
and fevers for lovers lend factories to fast sloanes

the summers of a blown heart chill birds with rooms
o glisterers, slammed, show sparks to coded runes
and a dad at sea uses faces for fens as grey dunes
site cities with lost mines
and promontories, jammed, jive forevermore

idols have to halt; and dizzy damsons close walls.

*
shovellers of virtue summon gulls from lost stalls
o ripeners of statues size mad skulls
and, where we spiral, we use a bud with malls
and, when lost in idols, we use a god for drawl
and a hipping jam jolts honey
and a lipping lamb melts money

the issuers of fabric face to five skins and
coded mental monkeys melt aside old islands
and a flame at heart hits from sleep as england
cums sharpening cunt with wetted curd-nests
and, bolted, some camal food shuts bird-breasts
under naked pursers of day and devil night

shovellers of virtue summon gulls from lost dolls.

*
the lips of minds leach to an emptied bed
ah, tawny lime reach for cans; and old thread
cums widening bulls under blue shadow
and proud Isis, lammed, sunders grey mallow

shovellers of idols ivory-shape godly blacks
with riders of christs and angel-dawns,- Cats
crusade for felines when a tiger's fawn raps,
and we will see rise the ingenious god-willow

as we ride from rest then we abuse red denial
and, made eyes, a wren under weed sheds
dead movie eggs from soft henna and dartings;
and eaters of hymen use a rat for a darling
and we are told that growth is evil?

dark skinned gods raise christs from eagles
and a hem of gods prays after
ashen guns that shoot kind prayers with
molten ever-impeaching bible-fathers.

*
weevillers have my image made from arms
o easellers of cabs drive taxis wheren barns
cum scattering evil cattle across aged ferns;
and a bath at sea washes candlers down and
eyers of mushers sink a skirt-stink in drams
o a daddy moon gets burnt by starry edams

shovellers, manned, dig desolates for bucks,
wiveners, dammed, drag desolates for sluts
and an eager whore, bagged, raise odd butts
oo once aside a mind, geary whippers used dust
to taunt decrials with bled stone and cusps

oo we chew on defilement's winky bed and
weepers, made milky, dress dads inside tusks
and a casemented cementer
crashes; Oh, once a deaf ocean blinds busts
then bodyers of angels ape for chimp-crusts

there are most certainly feet on earth's moon?

*
the wideness of five wild winds cums jacking my flava
and, laden, a void of dials strum lungs with my fever
and a canyon dude drops candy gum across beaters
o a dad at sea uses van-trails to cause evil eye-sleepers
to ram around grey grounds

and toffees of mad days coffinise coffee when towns
get rocking to a winter's hot cold heat
and, lasered, dunny coves cause evil growth to reap
fartherings from baddy bone and devilish soft heat

oo a sodden sildler smashes tree-tops whe tipplers
use a split guitar from an easy noisy lampshade
and, danced, we lead beds to daughters
and, askance, reapers of lead abuse sex-mortar.

the wideness of nine evil hymns cuttles after us
oo oo oo, a camphor boy who leads necks to lust
cums hootering for toys
and, la la, a phoenix-ploy burns up, up, up
and, o-la, a penis in a void sheds sperm-cuts

vileness tramples roman cancans and, shut, eyes
bleed for fountains that spray curtal turtle-tides
with walkers of false wavelets and daddy brides

the washed zappy cat's head that mews for nuts
has me outelbowelled by horses and fan-flares
and an indigo bladderer stripes aside fanfares
oo a dollar on a rapped bottom code uses wives
to wode after rodeo-mushrooms
and we use a nuclear son as wax-spoons

viol and dirt viola have to moisten eggers with
nakedness and the squirt in a young gal's wig,
and, la la, my jazzy porn-spurt abuses Abaddon
and, in sea-theatre, my dunged gash-nooses get
hotly hanged from dirt death when
openers of ladels stir cum with spastic rigs

and a dabbler of a cagy mum-spider frigs wet
with signal thumbs that hire a hauled kid-wreck
and hearsing horsing welled wallets pay for kids
oo, mentalis heaps washy garrets with sugary slits
ahh ahh ahh as we sail from deaths
then we will surely know about cruel silence?

*
a hearsing casement drops dills across cunt-cages
la la, a ashen lip locks my wet tongue under rages
and, leant, i must suffer the first drag of cold tombs
and, spent, my lust for de father dreams of hollies

a hearsing chasm raids my mind-sail; O, laddies
cum vavooming gentle rest across a tree of babies,
and, shent, moon-deniers force mad men to rubied
giddy ear-crafts
and, Ooo, mental digitalis shafts snakes with de
endlessly dying past

a dabbler in a thigh sinks candlers under masts
and me and my easy masted venus
cuppers tawny coffins in twixed hands that cast
babby icers across blonde buses and a cab-raft
and, never meant, a disco of a voice
widens rabbiters from cablers of a sotto hoist

the daddies of bedazzlers hasten to de moist
engine-macadam that leads old dolls to water.

*
the pursing sex of heroes hears the Thames coming
deeply down inside where laving birds
come cutting swiming mind-herds with cuttings
and the vase in the bath
gets scattered across destroying masts when killings
cunt-create a digger from a lunar freight

the caressers of man's diamond shines a stone-
a digger, delved, heeds rocks as stone spills cry
and a bed at sea gets bolted to demnotic slides
ah a dabbler inside frets assaults mien with eyes

these rotators of a doomy rods cup all retina as
pealers radio blood and listen to a cruel wave
and, parented by mud, my easter xmas mind-slave
layers decrials with belters of hillocks and nave.

the navels of the dead has fawned to plaster.
These bodyers, all abed, storm piers with lather
and a bath in a bled bough gives soap to thunder.

my ashen milky mailed smile dons disasters
and, laced to silky sundials, god feeds its brother.

*
copyright jdb feb 21 2021

work-in-progress title: With Kickers of Buds
first draft poem then poem-song

with kickers of buds, a knifeling has to unravel into timed
body-bombs
and, ah, when sky-suns slash across mentalising rhymes
a didderer of men stuns eyes with cash

these are daddy days where we use stars for ash and
eyers pull skin across veins
and a dabbler of a crissed cross murders england.

*
shaven, a buddy in a garden loosens vines with tar
oo, laden, cut baddies badger after veins and rivers
oo, shaven, lady skin cuts her cunt to the very wick,
and all of us has a daddy lip

with riddlers of guns, a dangerous sea-slide slits
skirted pissy winkle-mongers
and deadliness suffers wives when cellves shit.

*
hissifers kissed my mind-country
o, life-listers caress dung when flavas use
a bedbug for a shroud-fuse
la la, easily painted mines use gold for ladies
la la, easily sainted wynds climb from
dizziers of dragoners and a blind moon.
and babies of the bubble-towns will swoon
for dicky bells and screened udders

hissifers kisse my mental baby when
revenues of statues fly across cold hens
and a laden depleter of sex fucks grey gems

uh

*
the blithely scar-burned city of bees
hisses across bee-ice
la la, madly broken blind-ditties weave
daddy under mam-life
and a skidder under christs uses trees
to fell teeterers with macadamed seas
and, la la, oceans opened wide
and, la la, emotions cry at a seaside
and a bibler, proved mad, taunts tides

o a rider of denial dreams of cryers
o a bridler of decrial scream for liars
and, ooo, laden bellmen cry for fathers

the blithley cunt-swarmed town of beads
dons bleeders of spunk and honey

*
swarmers of deadly science use beds for sails
o wanderers in families
nooses sirens aside dromedaries when
daisy deniers drag tights across old women,
and a rider under blood
bends desks under gob
and magog, globbed, blorts aside children

the blithely scar-bound city of oak-trees
sunders soddon garlands with pear-leaves
o, a daddy under fires
dances under tyres when coded spires
gyre across heaven and hell.

o a rider under wet fire strips dogs clean

*
the bitten hand on an impossible bunyip has to sell
dirtying dollar-bills to Hell
o bitter hands of salamanders cut yellows from a
bodyer of milky communist baptisms;
and a radio under silk sucks dust from closed cars
and, sky-hidden, mad kids in sealed flats
sup a milky date from sweeteners and bats

swarmers of daddy science use false baths to
car-serenade disaster with spinneys and screws;
and, once upon a mind, my headpiece uses sleuths
to snap a dilly photo with twixed poxy emeries

bitten killers crusade for death when penuries
listen in to a daddy date and a sugary family
and, ah, we navelise knotters with feined gorse
and, la, we centralise gutters with veined sauce

these are our mallard days where we eat loss,
these are our salad graves where we mourn
a darling of a house-fire that leads to de cross

*
the easy macadam days where i lay my horsing body down
will surely, boxed, cum hoovering deaths from old towns
and, lanced, a dancing gun shoots god's parents dead when
idolisers of navvies use a navel-navy-nation to cull children
and a knife at night darkly shatters
and a life of christs daringling dies
and, oo, easy macadam days where i lay my daddy down
will surely, cocked, sodomise veils with vast tears

bitten killers comfort comfry cold with a female weir,
seated killers comfort family colds
and a bed at sea slashes drapes for youths and fleas
and we crack
just like a tree; and we summon drakes from leaves

easy madam days where i lay my horsing body down
will, shanked, cum spurting dark rape-reeds across drowned
salad sainthoods who accuse death of dying all too soon.

bitten killers shatter dolls as a veinous party of thieves
opens a marched door aside a dicked strangled sun
and, sex deceived, a unicorn runs cunt-seagulls soon?

*
these fielded streets appear too dirty; O, faces down a smile
surrender dogs to midnights
and, sun-cased, pugs of blue-pints get downed by feathers
and a fathering skull, anointed, shovels bedbugs aside us
and we feel for fever as daddy devils use bands for lust

the fielded streets appear too dirty; O, faces down de Nile
sail for madam moses
and a digger dial drinks seed sperm-dry
and a feather under shrinks flaps for a favourite flamingo
and, laaa, an all-too-easy flava
cuts inside bone where a cosmos under labia uses dough
to cascade currants adown buns and chocs and sloes

these fielded cities, smashed, carry veins to closed roads
and, oo, a lost fuelled world
gets no county sleep; and girlies, granned, will use toads
to don squelching coded curls
and, la la, we appear stone-idle
and, la la, we revere sloanes with rivals
and a damager of mind-dangers weep, weep, weep
.
the harridans of doomy wanky wands hear sleep cum
colliding with damsons and dragonflies
and, maced, we summon sands from easy salt-lungs
and, o-la, a purser at a coat crashes for lipped moneys
and, oo, hasteners of cats flash inside de davy dark
and, Oh, me and madam macadam toast sex dried
..
lasers in the mind of God bags dirt jesus with descried
bedded blorters of easy nights and emptying scribes
and a walling doll causes old kids to die for gunneries

the wankers of bibled evenings drag tarots from stark
urban larks; and we enter into screws till stirred hearts
hiss and hiss to nuded star-nuclear space; and space-darts
dream of sultry astronauts when drivers use fumes

desultory diamonds drag for ring-wrecks as rooms
go blind then die in the deafening tea-soaked dunes
and a layer of mushy sin soddomises rectal cocoons

O

*
and we shall drink our moon sperm-dry; O, we will entertain
diggers of skulls with endless sky-highs
and a bed at sea causes sleep in a candle, and cold rain
must butter dirty-toast aside breaders of hot-cold eyes
and, sea-gulled, a family of lies leads kids to hot slaughter
and, star-gulled, a sea of granite wives
weep after dogs that cry after dolls where parents
peer inside love's false shroud

o we must drink our moon sperm-dry as we widen for
a dizzy evil cavvy that sends guinea-pigs to mouse-war;
and impassable thieves scatter flexes across walls
and a dangerous ooze face shows eyes to house-palls
and we weevilise for mamma
amd we scent warriors of gamma made old as a
dazzler of jeery beery bang-burials
la la, a dodderer inside drams doctors mental dives
with star-shaken wrecks i sailed when all too young

and we shall drink our moon perm-dry; O, we will see rain
cum washing cocker horses from phoners of closed pain
and, oo, wide men will see all sides of men and logic
and penis on de left means a penis on de right; and rain
cums peering into a numberer of biblical vectal bummers
and we suck along a piss-pier
and we fuck against grey-tears
and we feed off shitted ships as we sail after forcers

the eagled eyrie is doll-raised; and, slanted, coarsers
cum careering for tamed tea-trade
and a cafe at dark cups blue breasts inside porkers
and, oo, whistlers who spew braids must hear flexers
cum gabbling after slitted mailed minds
and a dogdayed duresser gets dimpled by reflectors
and a cat-caged flea-dresser gets dangled by
a corban in a turban-city where cablers strum skies

and we shall drink our moon sperm-dry; Oh, we shall
arise from the Thames as we ride from hot shellls
and, oo, we shall drink ourcellves a glass of cells when
bastardising evil monkeys ram good chimps down gems-,

gutterers of gutted sandal watches whisper for fens
and a feast of ivory judas cross-hangs a sea of humans
and, la la, eager wavelets, snapping by, drown humans
and, o-la, frankers of whisp-nets sink bones beneath a
mesmer of an evil mind
and a leader of hens forces cocks to cluck when cards
get signed for by serial killers
O, a hindermost glue-guy drizzles for leapers and
ass-heads, wiped, blow as windy wives crack
a mandraker of a herbed heart that drinks clockers
with a mixer of madam and tawny flu-tarred chokers

and we shall sink from mother earth into dad's sky
and we will cover lungs in a cemetery of pure eyes
and we shall skin up for mumma as she uses tides to
cum gallumpfimg after birds that shed lime for moved
cattle-craning cunt-crashes
and a bad stoat has to woo swine with mirror-mashes
.
Uh

*
aahh i have overheard the sun inside the sea cum breaking
across fish-shaken blurred fathers
ooo i have star-woven burned fathers
and, as my salmon senses shift, then my sea-skull snapes
a dogdaying mamma across waxen country-baits

the fan-awoken statue of my easel-eyes must use apes
to execute dolls where deceivers spin
and, ooo, my mana parish of a played sun accuses sin
of cum-cudgelling veiny wards with angel-wind

the sirens of my vine-bed cums crashing at my heels
o as eaters of swine strum victors from greying wheels
then my cloud-cousin must delve pigs for hired waters

ahh i have overheard the rippler of deaf blood seizing dust
with dairy danger-thumbs that bleed riflers to bled deaths
and, sss, i lay my doddy bad bow-body adown asise musked
star-droolers who suck an eastern eagle from daddy-tusk
.
the painters of my heels get damaged by shakespearoes
Ahh, and my dilly dead child lams husks with closed yoyos
and, under slides, i sweat for gourdes when a sea of ponchos
hastens to dizzy deaths then burn up a cavern of zeroes
.
i have heard the muse of Pan cum spreading leaves for me
i have seen god's christed earring combing pompidores for
me and my gosling gal who delves me with lyoned cock-claws,
and when a zither hymn ends, then beast guitars will snore.

*
copyright jdb 20/02/2021

*

work-in-progress title: These Are My Mallard Days
first draft poem then poem-song

these are my mallard days when i lay love's fever
under mod mass; and these are the hands of a river,-
o a model moon masks bodies under glands
and, shredded, an eagler's lady sunders old ribbands

these are the fotal phases of my gem when wig-wands
ease a dizzy pleasure seat under oddness and fingers
and the ideal faces of the fay
feed foxes to cases; and, O, a digger in a mind-mirror
executes sex with oceans

these are my mallard days when i lay love's fever
under mods inside lost hotels
and me and mamma tiger ride from death's feather,
and, lo, a cager of lyon-fire suffers for de Mother.

*
these are my naked days when i kiss death's liver
o a doll in a stain dreams for gems as eddied rivers
cum slotting ideal faces beneath caverns of lovers
and, la la, a dog in a case sunders dirt with mothers
oh, these are the nuked days when a chaser of killers
cums crashing through a sex-door
and, ah, a shouted fuhrer raids whores with dancers

these are my fatal last words which summon rapes
o, these are my fotal fast words which draw snakes;
and an idoliser in a flask washes fangs aside rakes
oo these killed hot words i jab with jams must drape
doddery curtains with families and odalled laughers

my headpiece covers palms with acidic red-rot.

*
these are my mallard days when i lay love's lever
under bled flowers that water wives with drovers
o my bed-head brags about endless rest
o dreamt breads stab doubts as bodyers of death
drool after guns and fathers,
and a bay on a tongue shafs summers under sex
and, la la, cavvies on a raft drag lilos with silver

these are my mallard days when i lay lover's lever
beneath sausage clay, and, o, me and naked teasers
sunder robotic romancers with daddies and cuddlers;
and an easy sheeter of grey kids rotates for riders
and, lo, metallers of day kids shit across easy liars

the ideal fountains of pure night study after rills
o ideal mountains slaves ignite cattlers with hills

Uh

*
the showery fleeces of my fast tongue lay gods down
across the faeces of a tawny masque
o, a daddy diva sucks gob as a citadel inside towns
cuts a thunder-nut from robbers of deaths; and flasks
cum scattering cunt-seed across flashers of vast
baby auditoriums, and a theatre at sea pees for casks
and, ravened, we accuse lightnings of using chalks to
summon summer from wintry rages

these are my mallard days when i lay love's levee
underneath blue flowers that bake gardens with dizzy
mammy fools; and a draper of lakes abuses cavvies
and, lapped, strobes supper for snakes
and, crapped, loaves suffer after cages

o the showery fleeces of my fast tongue lay gods down.
.

*
these are my mallard days where i lay cavatinas
o these are my beds of pure pig-clay
and, baked like figs, a demure eye-mask sees a tall town
come shafting after coins where a bed of devil-clowns
dances after heavenly boats
oo these are my mallard days where i lay rivers under
blunderers of tangerine bakers
and me and my tonic-earth spill gas under red butchers

the ideal fountains at my side cause paintings to succour
a paddler of a mountain with dead eyes that widen for a
shaven ravened citadel where a city by a dolly gate
cums scattering crow-seed across babies, and slate
oozes for concertina drinkers who supper after capes

these are my mallard days where i lay cavatinas down
oo these grey nights i crave snare hips with lost towns
and me and my motel fist drags cunt from closed towns;
and, ahh, a mental fizz kisses crags when odled cannies
cum shedding urine-sperm across deadener of crannies

and daddy penis digs a mummy penis in a deaf hole?

*
the hangers of gamesters drive a dog from a dial
o slammers of teamsters dive; and a pool under smiles
suppers for gaga as radiophonic dram
toasts beers with bile; and a bed of a cliff uses clams
to serenade beamers with islands and dolly edams
and, oo, hangers of gamesters drive a cat from a mild
holy seizure; and, modelled, a ratted sea of old hands
shaves a shaken hand with twinned easy motors

these jammers of chappers drive a scissor under rafts
oh eaters of ole fazers writhe
and, star-chained, a townsman's naked cry uses casts
to implode marshes with rotators of bleeded eye-scribes
and a headed mind-piece widens aside bloated riders
and, loathed by all times, we shade brides with pipers

hangers of cheapsters drool for jewish lords and pips
pile grapers up high where a fool inside greyed lips
suck for eyes and leer inside bull-glides; and rose-hips
case thunder under piers when cryers in england rip
holy hoses from daddy drives and easy engined strips

these are my mallard days where i lay my mind around
hatless hunters of bricky voices
and eyers taunt vice where a baby found aside sound
swings, swings; Ahh, me and mad madams kill boxes

*
goosers of chicken-seed drag a dazzler across skies
o eaters of kitchen-geese drag a razzler across wives
and, star-held, me and my mental darling don spies to
cause infirmity to blossom under baggers of cold ties
and, oo, a naked mamma drags thunder
and, oo, a faceless father craps aside greying tundra
and, la la, me and a mad soak suck across fevered
body-slot..

goosers of miction-mead drags a dazzler across knives
and, oo, bears go torching knives
and, oo, hares go jumping under connived tribes
and, laced, metal cuntings supper after cunt-tides

goosers, laid, shed babby bees aside blown cities
oozers, shaved, spread bubby across veined aviaries
and a field of fasts causes mind-helms to cut baby from
giddy pushers of pelters and easy winter-bane

we are weedlers for sex wraiths, and we use old rain
to rummage for cellves; and a wrangler on a stiff drains
blowers of murders with fanged heels that turn around
oo, a macer of fathers shoots reels where bayed mouths
ease a peddler-tomgue inside fathers of blond-towns

goosers of lichen-breeds bag a bodice with drowned
seagull gowns; and, la la, seagulls, agers and colostemies
accuse abusers of layering mace with cunt-shelves
and, defined by bods, a knifer of lace sucks cells from
a rotator of dells when prisoners of capes cut guns

the wiveners of grey faiths snapper after sperm-drums

*
wideners of wolf-muscle whip a soft dead monkey
o bridlers of gulf-beds lead trips to soft slept honeys
and a bay of grids sups lead
and a tray of twigs cuts squibs
oo a rider for body boys blort with beards when ladies
cum shovelling mounted crystals aside catted rubies
and dolls use a ruby murray
and cods abuse babby; and, O, lacey fondlers arise
from cities of nudes and laddies

wideners of doll-parcels snip teas with toffee hands
lo, wolfers of skull-mussles strip bees
and a beckoner of cock-bacon scatter limes with brands
and a cheesy cake-grin ginners for coded closed dweebs-
La La;- a doctor under pins delimits cots with reeds
and, traced, eyers weedle for limbs as coded bevvies
loosen lager with rectal beds and limes.

goosers of kitchen-stories cum crashing thru mines
o looseners of miction-lobbies use eyes with minds
and, oo, as we dig for molls then we raid cocoons
and, maced by cunt, a babby in a tree falls to earth to find
a daddy blabber boy weeping, weeping
la la, tariffs of demure muscle shares lips with ceilings
.
wideners of wool-wrens cause deaths in de Thames.

*
danglers under schisms weep for horsy heeled twisters
o stranglers of prisms reap wards,
and, laced, a candy craft suppers for whores who
realise now that the dead aren't real;
and a city by a snake uses basketfuls of weal to move
easy tiny weirs with sandlers of hissers under lubes
la la, a daddy on a lisp drags a dun tongue from dudes
and, ahh, a driller of lips loosens craft from mongrels
and a baby-shifter bends bad dogs across star-life

goosers of friction-christs scatter smaltz seed across
a dangerous mind-spool that captures fithy mind-moss,
and a bath at sea serenades a lunar cunt when de cross
crisscrosses aside lippers of ladies and burnt dairies
and, made gold, we listen to levees when a shot eyries
cum skeltering after boners of sleevies and old mice

goosers of wooden pears drops pearls aside christs
and, shaved by ashen stairs, we weevilise code-lice
with milk-stretchers that lead fast men aside gold-dice
oo a bedder of flavas snaps red masks where old ice
cums slippering lady-phlegm with poet trees and spice

a dagger of a Leda uses my head for bees when a
daddy to a sofa causes chairs to shift as kids arise from
dabblers of sonar forces
and a bed at sea cuts blonde vows from easy horses
and a gash at sea smuts for clouds when easy tawses
get whippering after hens when glass buddhas use dust
for slapering with naked gyms
and, ahhh, eyers dine on limbs

hoovers under skinned cleansers weep for closed cusps
o lovers under rimmed benders sleep under nut-tucks
and an angelled soft angel sucks wheat from bad cups
and, made old, we see arise five windy leper-sluts
and we widen for trees
and we spiral into deeds; and, Oh, we swipe lovers from
dangerous lifts that travel to deer..

the modern motel hisses for trains where bruised fear
shoots bald curtains dead; and we arise from lost tears
.
*
as snaking booby bosses deal titty cards to ex-men, then
sea-shaken moonies will arise from dirt and cry for women
la la, a digger for vines raids a wino with twelve twin-gems
and, o, wide germous fluff gets run through by coded hens
and, o-la, as a we weep then we learn to die
and, o-uh, as we sleep then we yearn to fly
and, snaking, a buffy bad boy rocks aside a dangerous sky
and a magenta bobbing bed-toy slides under green genoas
and a rider of demure silks suppers for damsels under flowers

as a rapine raker rots for cunt-fluff, then a marbler of hours
gets star-radioed as weavers of spunk-dust milks flour
with a quatering hour that lays cake down to sleep for hours
and a radioed bled salmon-staker
gets slutted by sapphic burns; and a blue bursted failure
hits to a jumped street made-up from jams and false wheat
and, la la, once upon a dirt mind
eyers laid a lasher upon skirt-wine
and a cheese of a father rotated after corkscrews

happening evil sewers shove a dogdazed latrine under
a fork of a fawkesfire where damagers ruin sex-thunder
and, lo, a balded kestrel raises romantics from dancers
and, lo, a shended cradle gets rocked till cotdeaths resounds.

the leas of times leach to a mountain when lazy gas towns
glow, just like a child glows
and a rider of mikes abuses song till the endless crows
cum cawing at the midnight show;
and, oo, a burner on a stiff sirens for closed mind-towns
and, oo, a mourner on a tiff sirens for closed veined towns
la la la,- we have to extend our lost sucked hands where
a nakedness of liars leases loselmen to sapphic pink-air
o a baying canine beach drops salads aside eastern prayer;

and, scar-slain, a radioed moon-flower has to eat hair

*

copyright jdb 24/02/2021

*

work-in-progress title: Oo As Minds Collapse
first draft poem then poem-song

oo as minds collapse then float downstream, gobs with laser beams
cum scurrying after dogs and towers
oo a mien dies out, then the fathers of gold screams use dreams to
sunder beds with flowers
and the fevers under money melt fast away
and the levers under sex-honey drag graves for tea-trades.

the silent mad Paladin who accuses wealth of night has to raid
a delver of pushers and dead piglets on a nave,
and isobars across red london mints suns from easy red lays-
O cages glow just like a prison glows
O rages crow after tight missions,
and a rose at sea snips dolls with dairy thumbs as kiddies

die fast away.

*
the pushers of bellmen snap cords from boomed deniers
o eaters of soapmen snap birds
and, la la, as we sail from sex then we summon old curves
and, o-la, me and my naked world naps aside slept burrs
and, eyed by mines, a digger for flashes
cums crapping along old-aged fairy veins

the pushers of bellmen snap cords from droning deniers
o reapers of sperm-men star-load daddies with mandalas
and, looped, bleached spermatozoa snappers for
killers of kines and other golden animals.

kettlers of easy washermen widen for grass as skin daubs
dolly kitchens with fascinated bells and glass

*
flasks of passion don daddy jams as a belted dizzy bark
cums spraying caddis across lyons
and, ooo, a bedless sad miss cums sweating in the dark
and, ooo, a headless mad kiss cums shitting in the park
o as fallen drums use guns for minds
then a bath at sea straps gods across spinal grey arks

the pushers of bedmen scatter wet pillows across masks,
and we must listen to seagulls
and we must piss upon bad regals
and, la la, me and my fatal mamma drink coked skulls
with naked sore lips that lead tongues to easels

flasks of passion don daddy jams as a belted dirt-shark
scurries after flinted bather-boys who know nothing.

*
these are my mallard days where i lay my harness down
oh, these are my dullard days
and, lo, a dogger inside a clasp claps across dead towns
and, lo, a rider aside a flashlight leaps across Downs
and, o-la, me and a mental tiger hisses for easy clowns

flecks of iron ease lionesses under ripeners of daisies
and a flower at sea scraps all roses
and a flower in trees cuts daffs with posies; O, ladies
cum shovelling summer moontide across easy graves

these are the salads i ate when clothed; and, laid, ice
cums caressing dingos with yoyos and easy rose-mice
and a masher of mandrins melts for pears where christs
calamatise after daddy robes and the skirts cunts snare

these are my mallard days where i lay my harness down.

*
ten billion easy crafts cum sliding a soft ship against sound
o a lazy mission boy hisses
o a crazy prison man kisses
raising red mien-lip; and a dog at sea slices cats with drowned
baby ceilings
and a mum in mines tit-feeds deaths with baby entrances
and a gun in spines slit-sleeves
a baker of butterers with coded kodaks and photo-straps
la la, eyers of pure wine glow, just like a human snake,
and a vinegar soul rotates aside dust where daughter-drakes
die out

ten billion easy crafts cum scraping sea-shit from crowns
o ninety-nine female rafts cum slapping sea-lit from Downs
and a baby mien showers balloons with blades
and a salty spun flower gets snapt; O, a city under graves
cups dizzy titties in twinned hands
and, easy, weevillers swim for brigands
and, queasy, welling star-boards drag cries for England.

ten zillion cheesy hearts spit ivories where dark-wigwams
show holy chalks to hearths where sealed fires affix
daddy dusts to ladies
and a ruby gym gets bolted by dogs that screen clits with
ashes and mind-slits
and, oo, digital mentalis season crypts with dizzy head-crypts
and a damsel, dragged, shaves hips with strange ships

a latent house of pure fire gets telephoned by dirtyers and ice
craps across hymns when a lined layered wind
gets crashing through hell's backdoors
and eyes, lammed, ease kickers aside wet whores
and spies, spanned, ease rippers aside murdered seashores
and wives, drammed, seize strippers from reptile-wards

ten zillion easy parks pee upon frozen mien when gourdes
go galavanting after meddlers of ravens and slipped broads
and a blinded lemon-score
serves fish and chips to a nose aside a roared sky-store,
and medallions of pure blood rotates aside whored sex-claws
ahh, these are my mallard days
ahh, these are the meadows in my hands
ahh, these are my dullard days when i understand islands

a parent to missions meld massers with dogdayed bug-bands
o patients to munitions swell, and a piglet that snorts drams
must surely devise stying deaths with eaters of closed cans
and a bath at sea scraps a poet tree
and a mask at sea loosens bobs with sleeves
and a mind back home lashes ladeners to city dweebs..

the tellers of the times drags droollers for naked weed
o cellars of grey grimes snag for rulers
and shatterers of minds brag after movers who sneeze
across ninety-nine zillion maids that feed veins to disease
..
the diner found here on a cliff must rot where flowers feed
manxes with amazing dolls.

*
the summery cervix of one zillion worlds has to hear now
the easy sounds of a lost swallow
o gunneries rend mits as a handled crow uses old crowds
and a bath at sea serenades a butcher with a cloud
and a mast in trees serenades a father with old mounds
oo a babby who leads milk to waters
rummages for blues; and a daffy undermortar hisses
and, eyed, hirelings of sand snap aside mamma's kisses
and saltwater kisses
clamber from sweets where a tongue inside a tree pisses
directly up a lost skirt

the summery cess-pit man's massive mansion found gets
stunned by spring and autumn and winter
and wintry bayers, bounced, brag after easy shivers when
scatterers of prayer, dowsed, lag laughter with chickens
and, star-shended, as we sail from grey sleep
then our basking cock-pockets wills suffer torn meat

these are my mallard days where i lead domed sea astray.

*
the crusaders of the ramming thames uses jammers to
entertain tides with tea-trades
and an aladdin under keys shed doorways under glades
o crusaders of the rivering mind use lousers for trays,
and a kittened eye-kettle
carries clamberers to irons
and a presser of fathers feeds t rex to genius lyons
oo a daddy to a mien feels for weals
oo a mammy in a den deals card-meals
and the ochres of my mind abuse sense when petals
cum crying for cup-cunt and funereal fast Dettol;
and massing menfolk slash across flown fields when
idols of dizziness slacken

the crusaders of the ramming thames use scanners to
entertain tides with bead-blades;
and, iced by vegetates, a blue cake on a city-nave moves
bedbound boys with sealers of gasfires inside summer
and a bleeder of pigs
pushes dragglers from eye-frigs
and amazing lace, stunned, shaft minds for grey kids

the wintry rage is done by listeners to jammy gardens

*
these are my mallard days when i lay my harness down
aside a secret town
o my soft slain salad bowl hisses for kitchens, and sound
sallies drips with crowned
body-canteens; and a sacred mound mouths wastegrounds
and, lamed, a bay of cracks sounds mouths with drowned
easy fever-friends,
and a dog at sea summons sylphs from sacred disease
and a cat in leas summons milks from scarred unease
oo a daddy male melts aside dunes
oo a madam sail cuts seasands as metalled rooms swoon

the dotters of mind-decrial knot naked nets with broomed
dairy walkers; and defilers under reeds
get rammed adown rushes; and blokes aside ole leaves
go gathering up the westend teas
and a guarded skin scatters dells across rhinal sex-bees
and a sharded mumma harps as she coos
and a carded dada grasps oats as fled floats soothe
nothingness.

these are my mallard days when i lay my harness down
aside a blanked town
and Isis, curved, apexes for pyramid as a bast in gowns
glisters where daddy stasis drags bollards for red mounds,
and we widen into rain as fevered salad
cums cracking coss crust from easers of evil wands.

*
the scattering ideal womble-crisis that leads kids west
has to silence mentalis; and a dady moon uses deaths
to crisscross the easy dead with fathers and grey nests
O, an eaten maid, made red,,
O, a cowchild, slayed, rides from the livid dead
and a pig at sea oinks as she anoints sows with bread
and, car-crazed, dunked weed smolders underbed

the lyncher of denial defiles piss-poison; O, lead has
no baker of iron to soothe
and a sun at sea slashes naves with navels as ash
cums shattering shop-shadows with easy gay-trash,
and we weevil down from Mars
and we slide adown red sun-scars
and we layer a listening bee-breast with chickens

the dyers of dementers sidle under wine as hens
clasp a daddy wing to a sad shield where old gems
scutter; Oh, a chick in the wind shops grapes when
an usherer of gasped lips lick along a lemon scarf,
and a dragger of raspers lead dung to melon-calfs
and we widen for whippers
and we silence cunt-vicars
and we womanise weepies with milky bum-treaties
.
the scattering ideal womble-crisis the relives timed
city-crows will hereby splatter Isis with apex-crimes
and a blower of damming dials
gets shut in nets; and a blinder of smiles drains bile
and we see the lost earth in all of her hot smiles
made from purina and a cat-god that lives all the while

the dyers of memories drink swelled inks as a pen-child
widens wolves with hairnets and dromedaries.

*
o there is a soft parrot at my widowing windw
o there is, denied, an apple of a winnowing shadow
and the doctored poppies of a grey vein has to
divine dark fingers with daisied fallowed thumbs,
and a bed at sea slants aside blue hours
and a bath at sea scrubs wide soapers; O, flowers
stem-soak endless screens with filmics
and a giddy blown bled-drug nooses deniers with
gashy grippy poking stools
and a mammy of a stiff comforts spool-squibs
oo a gallery of pure death paints voxes then
accuses male phlegm of salt-arousal

o, there is a soft parrot at my wandering meadow
o there are guns here
and a unicorn father searches corn for tears when
idolisers of saline mastics suck along a sea-stem;
la la, a hunter of canteens
sells swellers to grey latrines where marines
shoot spud guns then leave for the coast
..
these bladder-days where i lay my baby down
star-stirs a crisscross with creamy soft towns
and, o-la, a statue in a false lift raids drowned
blown pudendas; and a lazy pharoah nooses sound
and, denned, a pinker of a feather fanner resounds
and, spind, a spider wind spins breezy web-roads

.
END..

*
Copyright JDB 25/02/2021

*

work-in-progress title: Where Idelible Poppies Get Pissed Upon
first draft poem then poem-song

where indelible poppies get pissed upon, then angry love
comes baiting christs with gob
ah an evil valley rapist who violates a mob must drug
doomy deniers with hands and knuckles
and, oo, a bath at sea swallows brine; O, a hill of gloves
dragglers after lemon odours

where indelible fortnights suck shoes, then endlessness
comes creeping; and a gallower of poos pecks emptiness
and a shadower of faces fucks cocoons
la la, a radio in a locked garage leaps for sealed rooms
and trendlessness sleeps like a god-cat

these are de bladder days where i lay my body down,
these are red batter-days where eyes
claim cuppers from inglers of knotters and sea-clowns
and me and master macadam dream for clothed towns.

*
where inedible faces get fed to starved pots then old age
gets caged in shoe-laces
o a bragger on the field sweats for caves
and, la la, as creepers cut boards, then nude buds on stage
go sweating orange squid-inks;

where inedible stasis gets fed to starved lots then gold age
gets murdered
and a plait in an eye widens after greasers as hermits
clasp fists with daddy ice
o a whistler in the sky suppers for mice as shit-christ
damages whelks with sunderers

the tigrons in a lesson teach tears as weepers loosen

*
where sunners get scarred by star-fire, a father under skin
saws splayered thumbs with dirtyers of lathers and spun sin
o a warbler on a ledge
extends twelve fingers to a lost head
and a bather under wives weeps about lead
and a raider under sides weeps about blown pegs

o a tigron of a cat-mind accuses dust of carrying breads to
a bakering blood-screen when coded cinematics
cum clapping for mud-streams;
and, oo, as we summon slaves then we summon women
and, oo, as we sweat for red graves
then we abuse female slayers with nakedness and hens

where summers get scarred by star-fire, a father under skins
swallows eaglers with tongue-sweated seagulled hymns,
and dangerous dolly dames crap along broken swirled gyms.

*
oo a daggery dirt-dancer drools along a naked blind stage
oo a bladdery skirt-dancer
drinks to pee-health where a daddy under blind rage has
dinky fingers for de answer;
and a family flower murders sound
and a mentor of hours murders gowns
oo a dabbler on a stiff kiss sucks sippers from de towns

oo a daggery dirt-lancer drools across a naked eyer as
fiery idiot wax-toys create manx boys whose easy gas
gets grappling with dinners caps
and a madam in a celll dons a hat down de cap-n-bells
and, oo, weevilers rotate across god-radio.

the eagles in a soft train to eyries uses a taik for a well
ah, riveners of lost rain suppers for fuses
and, oo, i smoked one hundred puffs a day as sweet hell
came rocking at my dead bedded scissor-bell

oo a daggery dirt-dancer drools along a naked blind play
and, uh, bellers of nuclear naves navelise bounced clay

*
the shysters of one zillion graves gusts after daddy-gnits
oo fathers to one zillion red trades
grasp glass; and an urchin on a screen raise old lips from
taggers of zen and one zillion graves
and, oo, a bedded bridler feeds trays to easy writhers
and, la, a shredded rider feels for slayers when drivers
glow, just like a slowed worm glows
oh, a shadowed road spirals adown crows when lovers
star-happen for daggerers and bedazzling knife-throws

o shysters of one zillion alms gusts after angel-lit
oo mammas to one zillion crusts
cum chomping after curves; and a galleon under cusps
carries crammers when a babby in a wet cut
cups a dirtyer of buggies inside twinned evil eye-throws

shysters, lammed, spray goosers aside vinyl sea-crows
oo, lanterners leap for lust when closers drink grey pus

*
the sirens down my pub have to drink stone as they drive
o alarms, drowned, hereby scatter pinkers aside odd lies
and a bath at sea
surrenders gods to puppies
and a bath of eyes rotates across daddies as poppies
use a hot candler for bodies
o sirens drown, and me and madam cab ply for sex-brides
and, oo, me and madam moon stab dusts with closed eyes

the seashorn labellers of angel-labia listen to aged tides,
the clayshorn ballets inside flavas glisten where red rides
star-ripen under traders of sucked pies
and a pisser in a fable tells childish lies to incest-idols
and a countessa, bombed, scatter aviaries across cables

sirens, stocked, hear lost p-lice klaxons claiming rifles
and, looped from fear, we arise to find death's sandals
cry-creating curators of minds with fatal forced disease

*
once upon a mind, i overcame sex with a mad salt-rash
oo, once along a mind, i overcame death
and, lammed, riddlers in tit-heaven heap dung in cas

once, laid down, my buzzzy spine got splattered, and
fatherers of clowns coat dreams in scuttered-sands
and, oo, gooseberry bed-men dream about denial

once upon my mind, i overcame sex with a mad salt-slash
oo, once along god's mines, a golden scene uses trash
to sunder pissy genes with babies and rocked sockets

the clayshorn fiddlers who suffer greying smiles must
feed dummy dashes to doctors of laddies and tusks; La!
abusers of peahens drop shit-quills across old arses

glasses must shine upon grey water as weepers carve
cabby cars from a taxi-truss which listens to ole scars
and, drained, a spinney-rusk gets fed to family farms
and, veined, a gobby moony gets forced to eat arms

there is a model village here that gets sealed inside a
headlong closed flat where gas gets used midsummer
and a bath upon a vein grows for washy wankers
and a pinky pomade of sloes brews family strangers

once upon a mind, i saw swollen fotal babby razors
to shop a sullen scream with doltors of mum-labia
and, danced for cream, a shafter of coded failures

leads daddy lunch to a fryer of foals and soapers.

*
glassy mutators of daddy defilers don dangerous dragoons
o easy sun-makers drag riflers from easers of cold cocoons
and, la la, dog at sea goes chasing mackerel
and a naked God, gobbed, flows under naked grey cartoons
o, a rapid rotated fever flashes for flashlights
o, a vapid dilated lever flashes for fan-life; and a cunt-croon
cums dictating missives when a fishman in sands cuts spooned
coffee-dragglers

glassy mutators of daddy defilers don dangerous dragoons
o easy star-makers drag mommy's tears for daubing wombs
and a kid on trial loosens doll-boys with nuclear mad wounds
and a drizzler seen on high must murder lies with lost tombs
and a naked nattered worm hisses as she awakes

glassy vulture birds bait robins with raided swallows where
laden lanterns piss across a neon strip when curtain-hair flits
and a gemmy on a cliff falls to sodden winged earth
and, oo, as wideners of whippy women salve body-birth
then endlessness scatters dippy chocolate wolves; and lips
get trickling from gey spires that cum homeward to find pits

carrying doctoring rabbits with casers of dummy mind-mitts

O

*
once made empty, a wader in a shorn sea has to use a mind
to delve after scatterers and odd women
o, when once in mind-makeup, a digger of washing grinds
easy bluebells down to regal fluff,
and a horser of a town carries skin-muff to grey wine as a
dabbler of dangerous fish-throws
cums calamitising messy fist-shows; and a ratted undercuff
code-creates a dummy child with whinging sea of crows
and me and madam moon dilate across a blue void where
alarums, snapped, succour seed from fields inside clit-hair

once made empty, a wader in a shaved green has to use spine
to desecrate denying cherry-prayers that summon dog-wynds
from darling genius genoa boys who kiss holy cats
and a dangerous god in hound-heaven loosens eyes with rats

grassy, a valley bird stirs curd aside bunny bake as bats get
star-wounded; and a daggering dummy joy proves love's set
as greeted by sound-cryers who hiss across baptismal pecks
and a daddy dreamer dazzlers after crisscrossing mind-wrecks
and a mummy mariner cuddles lovers with mental heart-kecks

once made empty, a wailer with a soft mike must use air to
suck upon crazy craven spy-hooks,
and a deviller of paved dames gets caught inside red rooks
and a daggerer, dammed, drinks to Eden when easy gold-books
cum crying for wide-opened shave-raised bums and cooks
and, bagged for brides, a fotal feeder of guns rams looks with
a naked female tyre that tames war-paints with grassy kids
o easy bladdery bone-tat cries and cries
o easy laddery stoned traps collude with east-end tribes and

once upon a cream-mind, i swore at lost hills then softly died

*

these are my mallard days where i lay my evil body down
ah, a cup of trees surrenders brooks to easy closed towns
and, lapped from pudenda, a false sex-side drools for a
dangerous latrine where a smaltz of a mind drives clowns
fantastically east as windy whispers gather apple-sounds
la la, a devil in a cupboard yields to sealed ghost-bricks
and, o, these mallard days, wealed, covers coats in lips
and, o, my savoury dazers dream about combs and crypts

grassy, hot death's gallery sharpens hens when pig-trips
tarry after blown flies and serial rape ends gems on trips
that cow-cousin pyramid gulls with dangerous car-trips
oo a buried choky cherry-skull swipe rakes from eyelids,
and, la la, a moronic mud-virgin hears gallers under cribs
made old as the star-sold
and, oo, master Aladdin tolls Paladin's bell; and souls
moon-make a mind mien which breaks on through to a
ladener of bummers and haloed pigeon screws; and cards
get played with by pontooned male virgins
and, oh, macadam wills wintry girls to gas in summer

the world and the face i breathe slackens doilies; O
this girl and the space rain heaves go painting under
a slither of a room made cheese-sliced; and mamma
swells up, up, and a foreign coca dice rolls grey mana
aside dabby deaths
and a pinioners self-mess messagers winded souls
and a bad mirrors instigates ebonies as ivory molls
lay layering chalked men to black God and red bols
and, side by slide, me and my macadam madam rolls
dirtyers of snow-spies with meat-nans and lost gold

oo filthy strips and cattle-mouths metalise stoved
family sleep; and a sandal-mouth de-scents the old
and, oo, heapy dogmen get gum-leashed to strippers
and stovers of Israel mount holy shops from rivers
and, when once alone, a thespian has to use scissors
to cut a bud-worm into nine million squirm-arms. Oh
once aside my insect-mind
i heard about the defects that jammed breast-mines
and, as we sprawl, then detectives abuse tit-crimes

oo mindless as illegal sex-heaps, we are enslaved.

*
Copyright JDB 27/02/2021.

*

work-in-progress title: Yes, I Can See It Now?
first draft poem then poem-song

yes, i can see it now: the dud drowning paddlers and
yes, i can hear it now: the soaped drag of ragglers
and, moistened, a pool inside my world cuts stranglers

oo illing sex-strays use mace sprays for indolence and
eyers of fabrics widen along a layer of innocent hands
and, la la, cryers who feed lungs cause parental gangs
to suck a bleeded berry from a vast roped tree

yes, i can see it now: the dud drowning drinkes and
yes, i can hear it: the veiny vineyard snails and drams
cum lingering aside cured death where madams heave

O

*
killing pylon puppets have to peer inside a dead world
o illing pylon rabbits arise from tears
and a glowing leader defines guns from raped years
and, mazed in maces, a mental mum
cums scattering salt seed across a full metal sun
and, o, as we dream about minds
and, o, as we scream, the romantics under vines
will summon our gentllemen from female cat-kine
and a licker of a fotal woman digs pearls days deep

yes, i can see it now: the sauces of forces and meat
yes, i can hear it now: the bleeders of horses
and, la la, menstrual babies get rocked from hearses
and, ah ah, demeter hits soft soffits where
camals under anal canals strike pissers from hair

killing pylon puppets have to peer inside a dead girl

*
nearly fatal, my easy lover got writhing in the East
o my mum, spied, got fever from crying for the Beast
and a local foetus came clamming at my door
and, la la, easy locusts chew fast clays as whores
suck a dragon nut from blousers of blown scores
and, oo, we ravel under times as we don cages
and, oo, we travel under mines as we cut rages,
and a blurry blind-bone buries features under claws
and a daddy mind-bone dies.

yes i can see it now: the stables under horse-eyes
yes i can hear it now: the candles under fish-flies
and, oo, a cabby who plies for sandals must arise from
kickers of cunt-quests that rotate across a town-gun
and, laced, a mace in a sweet spray-hole
must entertain doggies with flavas in a piss-poled
painted planet of liars

killing nylon puppets pee along shit as shirted skirts
get wed to sinking sweat that launches mind-hurt

*
the hurtlers of dirty lancers get junked across coal
o cutters of skirty dancers get crunched,
and a baby on the moon slants after easy sea-foal
and fishermen of mermen cum maiming dogs with
a venal penile rash,
and a curtal dairy crashes
and a fotal baby feeds mash
and a fatal eyrie leads lotioners to dizzy rainbows

yes i can see it now: the urinal anointers of old clothes
yes i can hear it now: the chemic cunt-cappers who
raise radioed deaths with baiters of shitted dudes
and, la la, a face in a flan drags cakes for raiders
and, la la, a case in a pan digs dates from saviours
and a daddy moon here stops dead

the hurtlers of dirty lancers get junked across bread

*
there is a cave near filled with cars and cunt acid
o there is a boy near filled with stars and spunk-fawns
and, la, a babe at sea spills Mars
and, o-la, as weedlers fill Mars then mercurial horns
get crashing for sweaters and spunk-skirt
and, ashen, we reel in the east while gathering hurt
and, maidened, we dig sealed ole smiles
and a sovereign in the West hisses for a dun heart
and a foreign sea of becks kisses after a dumb heart

there is a cave near filled with cars and cunt acid
o there is gal here who thrills for blind cinemas and
crooked beds in the brains
rag after pullling warders that lead ladies to seasand
and a pecker of fathers faces north
and a heckler of mummas coo across a red force

the hurtlers of a grey dream dig a drip then course
aside blue-spied lovers of wormers and maggots.

*
insidious bald darlings dream about meths under cocoa
o video-souls die out
o radio souls hear drought, and a lazy dad at sea shout
across blue flowers,
and we rock flowers to sleep as we grow green louts
and we cut cakers
oo a radio anointer rabbles across pink papers as fever
swallows a canny bush from a closed cunt

there is a cave here filled with cock-acid, and levers
show a painted shower to a kidded cloaker, and fingers
get worming for wax-hands
and, oo, long ladies fingers poke a moggy fringe as sand
slappers aside evil squinters

insidious, we see rise the secret wind as secret train
derails, and a secret mind dazes skin under salt-rain
and, painted up, a cruel wet horde dreams about Eden

*
the rotating gametes of one zillion sex-suns must use
a naked pelt for a gun, and a lady messer whose noose
gets wed to berries has to
shave inching chopped cherries under green mind-moods
o rotating gametes sunder zippy zygotes
and a dewy dad-dell drains dreams salt-dry
and a boy at sea stains screens with soft eyes

there is a cave near that teeters for rabies, and mikes
sear sweat-song from loud sex-dykes
o a daddier of pissers crowd decks with dolly-wipes;
and, once aside fuck-times, we loosen zips then drive
far west, where the dead are playing

the rotating gametes of one zillion sex-suns must use
a naked hilt for a kilt-gun,
and, oo, as we ravel for comers then we spurt lungs,
and, once upon a mind, a weaver of cocoa children cums
stitching limes with african meadows

insidious, a slayer of gum sucks bald ash as cockers
drum insiders with flayers of mushy macs and kickers
and, once sliced away, kidders cry for a doctored hour

*
these are our words when raised from long ladies fingers
o these are our birds
and, once leashed, a dogdayed curve must snag fazers
and, cunt-creasedm a bat-bayed perv will surely swerve
aside dazzlered times where we learned about sleep
and, oo, the daggerers of defiance drool for soft heat
and, uh, as wicked nurse perfidene abuses loss with curd
then a ridden mind-smile must track the dying down

these are our words when raised from long babied cinders
o, these are our nerves
and, once stirred, a baiter of bled boys brag about divas
and sonny divas lend blooders to a far off antique flower
and, rended, gunny divas spread blue paint across reapers
and, star-spent, riders of bread sunder fainters
and, la la, me and madam mucus kneel across failures.

rotaing gametes, blenched, get blorting messengers
with plural pickers who peal burnt babes from pissers
and a fatal scream shovels dog-plates inside delimiters,
and glowed cunt factories stuff ducks with easy flavours

these are the greying days we spent slithering for labia
and, ooo, a shunted pusher of clit-scent crys after Buddha
and, ooo, a spunkeed leader rips dents from de crazy father;
and, lopped, a dummy nerve leads mints to easy razors;
and the ivory spies on a mind-moon
maces mazes with mummy cloths and a blood-clotter
and coaxing cloaker nerds press skirts with murderers

and a local fotal fast boy heaps hordas way up high
and a fatal motor-mask-toy dons veins then dies
ah ah,- and i have seen it all: the faceless men who ride
aside from sleep
ah ah,- and i have heard it all: the priceless men who
arise from puss as a slaying splayer of a picked-lube
heighetens messages with blood flowers and babies

Uh

*
the bluesy bakers of one zillion sea-pies leer under burnt skirt
o easy bladers, gummed, cause sidlers to peer under hole-flirts
and a bobbin in a salt-flower
delimites english garlands with a cock-bower that lands dirt;
o, a daddy full english rotate across punctive tv towers
and Aladdin, capped, craps as he rubs paladin's sky-purse
and a daddy under seas slam a canner of england under
a mammy rill where lime gives in
and, edamed, we silence vine-sails when a cock of lumber
cums dilating mother motels with faders of rocking fanglers

these are my baying days where i bark aside modernity,
these are my screaming days where i yap for de family,
and a robotic diva, dammed, slices mumma under medly
and, oo, noosers of fever
and, oo, we die for mirrors
and, liced, as mousy killer craps across criminal divas

the bluesy brakers of one zillion sea-spies leer under skirts
o easy bobblers, strummed, drool after bedded body-birch,
and a candied bone-man cuts imbecile watches from pert
dilly moggy sci-fi darlings
oo a waxer of wives warps starlings with ageing skyers
oo a weaver of lies snorts ceilings
and, lotioned under thunder, a dizzy captive of gay flyers
widen under nets where deniers cry and cry

these are my braying days where i bark aside modernity,
these are my praying days where i anoint nude flowers
and, lo, a bed of glass carries scurriers under towered
illegal porny-spread;
and, oo, fatal fishers fish for fascinating mermaids, and
ideal riders trip after vaginal hills where a maiden under sand
collapses under flava.

the darling dragglers of doom denial drag dolls for seasand
and, garden-laden, messers in decrial stab gulls
and, shaven for reason, a ravener of a salt-skull eat edams
oo a lady in a quiff shakes a barber-town
oo a lobby in a stiff shapes a fenale clown; and old rams
glow, just like a pig glows
and, once pawed, mentalis and digitalis will abuse
mauled dust that suffers midnights from coded dudes
.
oo

*
a codicil for willing fathers moistens hands with veined crows
o when family larders cum storming dark dinners, then crows
sear easy wives with labelled death,
and the remanders on the moon star-strangle dirty money
o a leader of denial layers mesh with a sea of easy honey
and a digger for dragooners slaps pigs with maxy lovies

a coda in the cornice of the heart leases sheep to lies and,
mumbler-fangled, a rooter of lyonesse leaps shit as saltsans
crucifies the lammed whites on the hill,
and a crooked caned birthday hoists defilers from grey rills
and, la la, me and my madam mentor melts aside lost hills

the laughter in a torn wept sleeve cusses canners of semen
and a bath at sea snips the deadeners of the easily stormed
and, looped from beads, the slaveners of old families fawn for
a digger of drought and perfumed pulled pain

a codicil of wily lovers moistens hands with veined crows as
a delver of mastics dawns across an octagion of demure gas
and a pig at sea storms sowers that lead squids to waters
and, smashed, serial fathers jack skinned trades that slaughter
the jacks of christs and the starry worm of Mnetha's daughter

the tawny easy heart which leashes caves to cawdor will
moon-raise lunar devils from a doctor of eyes and blue hills
and a sainted rush raids lungs with a slappering of old mills
ah rushing across graves a city of fevers layers chalk-fields
with a damseller of pulers
and a lacer of dumb foolers interfuses mien with colours
.
the signal shaft of the signal sun dopes cloths then dies.

*
copyright jdb 28/02/2021

*

work-in-progress title: Here, Horsed, A Flashing Fanner Of Dumb Death
first draft pome then poem-song

here, horsed, a flashing fanner of dumb death
leases coded cars to japan
and, raised, as time glows, then a sea of hands
cums peering into deaf breasts
and, lo, mod fairies scream for winged seasands
and, loaved, maddeners sell up

indigo children lay a cross across five seas
and, oo, messengers feed salt epistles to weed

*
here, forced, a lapping dad lampooner raids
an abject prison horse
and, wave-rode, robins flee from ponies
and a widener of days
loosens eaten midnight

ah a kneader of peppers drags salts from a
digger of blinded deafness
and eyers weave tears from coded cars.

*
circumflexers of doomed deniers feed shoes to knees
o idolisers, stained, drive a doll aside prison-beams,
and a daddy moon
arises from mummy wounds
oo cervixes lash lords as a dizzy bed-cat eats dreams
la la, a dummy body-bum raids cities with cocklers
and a sister screen scurries under sawn cinemas when
lidders eye-rid salt frames of old evenings

ah shredded pussy pits peer aside earrings as men
drip across a german dancefloor
ah easterly riding jammy tears float across swards
and, la la, a driver of denial drinks to beer-wards

*
here, stained by wax, an eater of ear-traps use suns to
exterminate dolor with ashen sleepers
and, o, as faces drift, then pagers of reapers raise nudes
and, o, as stasis hurts, then papers will read to reapers
oo a static jammer jacks jaws then cries for easy pepper

circumflexers of decrial carry curry cans under tapers
easy fazer fools carry canny money to lumber-staplers
and an easy crime hips for honey
and a dicky mind rips for baby

as petrol tides cum for lady then a gassy fire-bobby
must enter dirt parks beneath codas and cobra-cabbies
and we hire wool as we screw knittings with rubies
and, laaa, wipers who swipe grey dukes

caps a diamante demon with gloaters that feed hoops
and, la, a weaver of windowers weep after coops
and, la, a sweeper of snail-cells nips after tea-troops
and, la la, mental darlings dream about pompidores

END

*
oo we think about swung sleep as we drag after lemon minds
oo we shrink, and hung meat sheds salt seed across wynds
and, newted, a daddy eft sirens for colts
and, abluted, daddy desks send alarms under slept vaults
and, abed, mammy mesh melds seasons with sweet dolts

caps under diamonds dream for sex serums where malt
gets delved with beery lover-fingers
and mal is God and malt drips for tigers
O, as spinal crap crashes, then holy nights will devise us
a married space where drinkers move

oo we think about swung sheets as we drag after mined
eerie god-seams
and, washed, a babbler of screams shrills for greyers as
smelly head-scenes swallow fists then dunks bunny glass
and, made rolled, a rocker of a kiss cries for red-vines

catters sunder felinity as a family killer rides for minds

*
oo we harden as we flower,- headless body-braves use night
to sunder hearts with flour
and we bake a cake for a signal hour
and, oo, a weeper washes sands into light
and, ah, a sweeper of ashes slams a heart under midnights

oo as we harden, then we arise from darkeners as dykes
drool for salmon friction
and a figgy fled fool dreams for kitchens
and a dizzy bed causes fatal rooms to swell for old mikes

as i studied lathery life from my tall rooms, i saw daisies
cum lepering layers with fictional closed room
o a baby bar-land hisses for cryers when woollen dairies
noose a dolly hearse with stained blue brands
and, la la, blue meats glow just like a woman glows

ah, a sticking stocking face fails to fall; and crows are
force fed to inedible mallows
and greying lips get leaping from de gallows as cars are
driven till murdered

and ash-keyers crap on curtains which pull across Mars
and, capped, snaps swagger for a piss when radios
ram rummagers under blue nights and easy willows; Oh
menstruating hydrants polish poled lungs then ooze
and commanders of peeing vanishers
van city hats as dobblers of empyters use clothes

we studied just how to cry as menfolk lashed lives

*
the cabin beds i used to own have cum to pure night
o crabbin heads have made me as cold as old
and a daddy mask drags dunnies from rolled gold
and, oo, mental sea-slags sin aside beds and souls

cabiners of sex-senility drags for dirt as old rolls
cum feeding the stale poor
and, ashen, radioed dawgs get leashed to cities
and, waxen, radioed mogs shed lovely pet-hair,
and aspen dragooners glow where sex is opened

rolls lead the poor under bun-pities where stores
get scattered across a burgled maw; and tokens
get pushed inside heart-machines
and, wolved, brides cudgel rings as old gardens
get fed to vaults and glasses

these neon days, where i lay my hunkers down,
cum crusading as air gets raped by evil towns
o a daddy drone drools slate as a bled sound
drives blowers of Europe across shoved clowns

the cabin beds i used to own have cum tonight
directly where couplers raged
and, eyed, my vinegar ties must strangle spite
and vinegar men in vinegar belfries must write for
easter-xmas, where a parambular of snip-wars
uses a radial scrittler for nakedness

o these are my neon days
o these are my sofa-trades; and odd desks
get shafted around doctors and cancer-quests
and, oo, a massive decrier drips for antnests
and, smoothed, a defiler of tits must use deaths
to trample damagers with fatal fotal red pecks

the hand i gave to sheer rain has got sex-dried

*
the smelly sex-schisms me and my cock have come to own
must scatter salts aside old minds
and a dolly room, bathed, gets cleansed under old sloanes
o a daddy dreamer gets toppled by blue sleep,
and a dizzy teaser traps trickers with cold naked wheat

the smelly sex-schism me and my cunt have cum to stone
must shelter under trees; and commaders of disease moan
and, peeved, a devil light sets bedmost pigs alight when
a pigger of pavements lippers for draculas and blood-bends

o these are my prism-days that lead my mind far West as
carriers of canaries feed pigeon meals to caged mice-glass
and red dribblers for casements
cry, cry; and, domed, a city knife layers cakes with scents

the puller of pissers in the frigged dark draw drapes across
dazzlers of mirrors that scutter for smashed diallers; O, loss
leads a dogger of rats to boned townships that feed de cross
with tigrons and aged river-cyclones

o these are my prison-days
o these are my pissed gey trades; and me and metal suck
sources sex with crappers of grey snails and risky muck,
and, oo, where manses stop, then amazing candle-cuts will
swallow heaven's bush with clappers of staining lost heels,
and emptyers of english graves strap ashen beds with
galling blooders of naked nuking pigs

the eyes of lost jive jack to a heart-beat
the wives of lost lives jump to fast heap of body-bends
and an easy sky slashers after dodgers of candy-wrens
and, can-writhed, we learn of fathers
and, car-cried, we burn, burn, burn
laaaa, issuers of trees storm ferns with oveners when
ideal miction sprays salted beers across naked gems

this world is ours to beat as the boned streets we sent
aside and homeward must loosen piggies with scent.

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whilst bolted to a veined soul, my maddening contusive heart
came sundering me and god's mother,
o hotels aside slayers had me missioned under grey fever
and, dammed, easy grave dames
cum sliding england across fast fumes where me and father
skidadled across a mapped modern lancet
o, a child of war waters weary tears with coded hairnets
and a draggler of gloom gets affixed to grey-blue pelmets

whilst bolted to a veined soul, my maddening contusive heart
came thundering after blurred pleasures
and the horsing hearses of denial crowds ghosts with slivered
babying cot-murdering marm and butters;
O, once aside my mind, a tameless man at sea used feathers
to pluck a porny chicken from blown doves and slippers
and, la la, a renal heart cums cussing cod at the garden-gate
.
the eyes of car-choirs slam sopered brakes across garlands
the cheesy mind-choirs slam murdered breaks across seasands,
and an easy eagle moistens mold men with fizzy edams

whilst bolted to helmets, a prisoner of pelmen abuse ribbons
and the dark in a riding robed radio jostles after gibbons; La!
why we move sex to tears must
never get sweetly answered; Oh, mumma musk drives scars
aside glowers who star-flower
and, fed to frenched finches, a ladyer of black flowers seem
aroused from pig-dens that lead ripplers to ripped screams
and bended gobbing gold men

hiss for a small miss whose weavings die for bitter bends

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oo butterers of buttoned men bleed against murdered wall
o-la, as distant space snips a broad from paints
then an easelled head-eye picks crayons from saints
and, cap-reined, a riddler of a nick nobs aside old drawl
ah-la, fishers of mucky mermaids kneel across dun colds
ah-uh, dishers of sucky sea-shades creel across dumb foals
and a rider of red rain slides from a spunk-soul as madams
creel aside diners whose bulimic tissues
get struck from odlers of bionic father-poo-poos

oo butterers of buttoned men bleed against murder-hall
o-la, as distant christ couples jonah with napped bible-brawls
we may well weaken as a damaging spy-kid
cums racering across glass; and rummaging bible-rigs are
made bottom naked.

wifers of floral windscreens clamber up from sweet murder
burglars of focal mind-screams climb after gustive purdah;
O, a scan at sea snappers for paint-crimes where cars
get easily strangled by boxers of saints and snared bars;
and, fotal, a heaving herbiage that feeds cunts to marrows
must survive mistle mush
with weeping hands and crashed body-fluffs; and swallows
cum crying in a shadower of masses that maim Love
and ashen spind skin dragglers for tat when bald Gods
gyrate across macadam which cuts roads from willows

oo butterers of buttoned men breed against a taxed swirl
o bearded scattered men lead seed to a sea of curls and
eaters of deniers dribble from dirt-mouths
and, in spoons, a toffee seagull picks sweets from drouth

catters who swim for dog dishes snap a pappy sap from
a driver of kids that bury brooders in a milky mind-sun
and, ahh, as berries burn
then the fallen fleas in perms shed spores from gunned
idiots that peal fled bowls with eyers of fascinaters
and, laid to death, a daddy pig pees across scissors.

and a crisscrossing god-neighbour hits upon skirt-weed
and a crisscrashing love-flava hits upon a skirt-sleeve
o a shanty bone-town bakes a caker of cum with reeds,
and blue laddy loselmen hear a failure shaping red seed
and, o-la, mettlers of faceless fathers fondle for horse-rot
.
oo butterers of buttoned men reel from christ's dead son?

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Copyright JDB 03/03/2021

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work-in-progress title: Aside Ravellers Of Radio
first draft pome then poem-song

the vases of the mad get murdered by pure glass
the arses of the sad get murdered under green gab,
and a focal hummer rides knifeward under trees
la la, a fatal cavern carries cuspids aside wise labs
and a serial miller, bread-made, grinds flour-crabs
from bakers of soft money

the vases of the drained deprave mummas with
loud lutanists of devs and endless monkey-cribs,
and a dummy mind uses veins for daddies as grids
come sundering easy whirls with greasy mind-kids
la la, avenues into peasy girls snap; Oh, hands moved

aside ravellers of radio and the digitalis of the smooth.

*
what with microbiology shaving gal-cheek, we will
enter into painters as we cause heads to sleep
ah, a widener of flavas points ferrules at meat-mills
and a daddy under fire shapes tassels from wheat
and, la la, a bodying bonce of a baby bags meat in
some cold tincans where mad boys stopped

the vases of the stained drop cloths beneath shops
la la, an occidental mind rocks moths
and a dizzy veined crow carries swallows to hops
and a vastness of clothes carries willows to copped
scissor missions;

and we wish a dead farewell to room of prisms
and we caress bread
and, oo, as vasty vanners of deaths drag for prisms
then darkedness dangles dirts across a flower
..
easy ruiners raid robbed razors from tv towers.

*
the vases of pelisse men don daddy sheaths where mad birds glower
o easy mad faces don painted faeces
and a dolly dune drags for sainted babies
and, ooo, as we ride to sleep then we arise aside coded old towers
and a tv dream focalise for pig men
and a radio scream localises cow-pens
and a daddy mind loosens lollies with de Thames
O, a dangerous mine finds mad schemes depraving oldies

the vases of pelisse men don mammy meat where bad birds flower
o easy madam macadam loosens vinegar
and weavers wallop dragnets with ties and tidal misters where
a daggerer of jollop stabs sad dreams to sheer death;
and a ballet boner builds musk from screens; O, brothered necks
loosen dummy power where damagers drink to breasts

delimited by fractal hisses we don bald statues then feed wrecks

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the masted fatal venus whose lousy arms caused heads to flow
hereby whistles...

o, naked metaled odd dudes suck a titty from a sea of crows,
and a pelter of candles cums colliding with makers of cloves
and clothers of petals peer aside riding pig-bakers

the vases of pelisse men don daddy drams as endlessnesss
covers easy riders in pocketers of veinless mad shakers
and a catted owl hoots for sea-sands
and a colourful grease-god, jammed, heals sealed trams

la la, a fatlism has to ride from shorn tears when grey cans
cum souping evil missions for mourned fears and piss-prams
and, oo, as sad mons roe deadened tears
then murderers of sex-doners drag eyes for easy scams

*
the cigarettes which cause fags to flow must eat edams
o, easy egits piss on crags;
and crackers on the roof stab mazers with england
and, oo, as we weep for ladies then we cry for islands
and, o-la, as we sleep for buddies
then a tawny mind-shift slashes a bird with old budgies

la la a fatalism has to ride from shorn tears where flies
cum weeping for minds and guns,
and a focal heart loosens after trees and dirt-drives
and, oo, as we weaken for masters, we must define
deafeners of dragglers that shit across glassed liines

o the salavators who slice sleep will hereby change?

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dummy boys who play with mother's toys have to noose de flowers
la daddy boys who play with mumma's toys
will vanish under fierce fire when a daddy for a sea of hours
bakes mind-guns with cakeries of butcher bummers and bowers
la la, a fatalism will arise from salt-bake as a babby in towers
drops faces across the mad and wise

ole cigarettes cause fags to inflame after shaven gal-tribes
and a gardener of grey gab senses martyrs sliding ear-eyes
from dolted blinds and sentinels of feathers
dummy boys who play with mummy's toys hasten to wide
salt-slowed-payers of dirtied summers; and coded cries

collapse..

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damagers of venal deaths have to kiss a dangler
o facers under renal sex
must shower rubber-bits with shaven eye-slammers
and a local fete causes bunnies to glow as they number
eaters of stale marriages
la la, a fatal forcer of carriages snap beef across thunder,
and easy fathers feel after lumbers
and dizzy fingers seal crafts under slumberers

old bent cigars cause smoked worlds to cry for skies
and a coda on a trip summons songs from smoke-minds
and teeners who snip gardens must accuse blued wynds
of finding drivers of hairlips and gripers of swine?

damagers of vaselines spread lice upon grey gourdes..

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vases, scattered, suffer for menageries, o, stations, bulbed,
don sculpted eyes and female dromedareies
oo a scathing soft spade gets desolately dug with a dulled
pulled prisoners of jacking mice and easter-xmas diaries
and, once raped, blue hackers delve for dirty rabies where
indolence grooves in city-snares
and we get outelbowelled by sad chairs when ole hair
hits to a disco's dance-heat

vases, masked, supper for munitions as lady meat gets
bud-torn for latent mind-maws and ideal mental tits
and a blower of parental wards
lay atoned by leapt dogs and crystals and ole lips;
and, O, where stir sounds, then mothers to crypts
will most certainly slide against a rider's bike-bit

a ladener of wigged boys goes whirling down the grave
a patient to draggered boys
here lights curvers; and a hotel moon, bum-slaved,
feeds a wailer wallet to dabblers and mind-trades
and, la la, we swill cologne as we sweat optics. Lays,
made bruised, sucks a haloed nut from grey plaids
and ole macadam Adam dolts Eden with lovely Eve,
and tomorrow's wasps
are seen to sly-saddle a domer of dukes and lofts

vases, scattered, suffer for menagaries; O, crops
cry for spent wheat
and a dodger of sleep snaps a shop-cat across lost
mind-scribes; O, melons umder cots suck dross
and a parenrtal mind scurries after feathered-rot
.
the painters of damsel flies cut sex from natrons
oo ladellers of dragonflies thrum for city car-guns,
and, o-la, as we arouse guns then we shoot suns with
scrapers of gas and souse and ruined urban teak kids

we will forever light the fire when we suck on pig?

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mad mice in gilded cages scamper aside rodent radios
o a sad skin loses tails
and, la la, rat-bedded, we learn of sales that sell males
to indigo horses and moling shrew-grails
and a wounder in a shy lift cums slicing cakers
and a radiophonic digital father slides aside drapers

mad mice, triced, scurry aside cat-sound when shapers
lunge upon ginnies that sacrifice mummas to heapers,
and inside a mean mod store, eyers widen for reapers
Oh, heart-oceans change
Oh, heart-potions derange gob
and, once heaved, a stranger on a cunt-job hears
greyers of moused blood cum scattering vein-tears
aside bolters of crabbin cabins

painters, poxed, slam ermine across vermeil spies
feinters, rocked, dam edams across vervent wide minds
and a doctor to evil cancer-family
hits to a jazzed beat that sends eager babies to
tawny towny trinkling head-memories.

mad smellers, scar-trapped, don devillers of lubes
and killers, car-snapped, stun revellers with nudes
ahhh, a fatal hearth-change dreams of red Eden,
and greyers of fluid enemies sire crackers from sudden
bone-chasing biblered stone-headed evil gardens

we will forever slide to sleep where ova in garlands
cums shooting dunny lungs across pissing shit-scams
..
Ohh as mother kelly gets shot to alleyed bits, grans
hear slaughter dizzy decks wth rotted buggy slams
Ohh as father dilly gets shot to valley-bits, sedans get
star-creamed with hollowers of craveners and debt
and, slammed, petrol pissers burn up, up, up, and eyes
shoot demons from the pierced shadow of red sky

when once we learn of silver then we fuse den-minds
with copy men and lobbers of losells and mute spines
o a daffy goofy moon cuts mien from cheesy cradles
and, uh uh, plovers of rooms scatter cock for candled
emperies of filthy crime
and, la la, we snap a catted scratch where minds

get off.....

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wagoners of wide eyed mad men slide aside a kodak belt
o falterers, star-cried, weep for soft tides
and, once vinegared and strangled, a soffit under pelts
cums wizening after soft steel and briders of old lies

there are nest-works here that reel as they dive for a
summery winter's tears
and a soapy sofa score hips to an hero's dead eyes
and, lunged then blorted, a swift saviour has to rise
from benching caps when darkness suffered spears

wagoners of wide-eyes cum dreaming of shakespeares
and, sun-deniered, a statue in a corpse swims for fears
and, woah, as watry empires cut napes then hot years
go cat-sliding aside soft tyres
and, slithered, a woman ghost witnesses corpses
and, rivered, oak children lease parapets to horses
and, razored, me and my keys get lost underfire

these are my nest-perched days that slime for hearses
these are my tawny burnt days
and, made cold as lost souls, a giddy bay of clays must
come sharpening dazzlers with enemy fawkes

the dicta of dirtyers drags lampoons for cinder-thought
the rippers of skirters lag dragoons
and, oo, a sodomite of crags crap across slags as
bastards, banged, kiss wolves then dream of ole gas

wagoners of wide-eyed wolverines wash slow-purses
and weepers, sty-wived, attend a seaman's prison
and sleepers, ear-dyed, attend a gold man's mission
and reapers, scar-scryed, attend a lost man's glass

Uh Uh Uh- as madam mary anne digs for gold then
a whole wild world will supper for tips and children
Uh Uh Uh- as madam maria digs for cold then women
will surely come apart,
and rizlas, in the heart, slayed scatter gutters where
delvers of suns seize blown farts,
and, easelled, a massive town bends fardels where a
digger of mind-scars
digs for a natal bard; and, swept from parcels, cars
crusade for dilly neon lilies
and, oo, a faded face-town turns loud boys to stars.

this is the bread we owned: these are the dead calves
o this is the bread we used: these are the mad calves
and, laced from anointers, cherried men suck sex-paths,
and, head-woven, comforters of berry-men cut masks
from a massive masted doom denyer,

END..

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Copyright JDB 04/02/2021.

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work-in-progress title: The Tickers of a Dabbled Red Radio
first draft pome then poem-song