OO.I WILL OFFER BLOOD TO BARLEY

OO.

I will offer blood to barley…
I will suffocate like honey...
And, as slain birds yell, then spastic money will
End…

Rented eyes will always tantalise
Blind tides
O, as rented spies centrialise naked skies
Then blown men will ride inside
Sea horns

Ssssa swelled smell of thorns adorns mad minds
Sss .. a walled cell of porn adorns sickened rhymes
And dolled diggers drag
A day trodden sea hag

Sss

Rented eyes will forever see lies
Crying

Dinted sky will forever hear tithes
Dying
And blithe and bibled countries dream of dabbed
Dolly men

Oo

Coded whales are left to die…
Emptied sails are left to fly, and men dive

& eaten daddy rifles will shoot soft wives
with beggars inside dills
& evensong thrills dupes as lashed brides
get fed to dromedaries

Uh Uh... THE END IS NOT PREPARED FOR.

*

THIS SIDE OF A SLID MIND

 

This side of a slid mind, mental faces flicker for
Flipped screens
Lo, this side of a lit mind, mental faces suck whores
And men, flailed, force flame as fierce fast claws
Crack like a cut dream

O.

This side of a sidled spine, mental aces deal cards for
Carmine pontoons

Ssswhen once cold killers cry for mirrors, then war
Wages darling poltroons
And, laid, laden ladies weep for babies, and sex maws
Kneel against the sky

La-.

Gilded guilty gullies grasp a shitted brolly
Idiotic berets cry for berries as dollies
Force feed beans to cold men

And, lo, as I slide from sleep, then women will
Wail inside a sea of loud trees
And, torn, annals in bees bury beds inside huge milled

Mirrored men
Sss.

La, this side of a lit mind, mental faces suck sin
o-la
this side of a ripped dime, mental American skin
waxes beards from elbows
and westend men cannot mount a clotheshorse without
bleeding down the decks of the grave

.

We rave?

&

Endless insouciant emeralds cry for gilt rain?...

 

 

IF THE TOWN DOES NOT SEEM RIGHT

If the town does not seem right, i will cure a city
o if a sound does not dig night, i will feel pity;
and a bone of grass shatters in five hands
and stoners of masks scatter hot cold jams.

if a town does not catch sight, i will slit-ram
a fairy thumb with urban cocoa sea-slams
and eyes turn aside grey deaths as islands
layer dicky grease with coded fazed woman
la la. prickly pocket leaves fall for children and

a slighted piggy hero hits for radio catscans.

the eaglers of repeaters read to a mind
o eaters of red palavers pee inside wine
and a boat of blood brags for silked vines
and, la la, a galloper of the killed cuts limes
and eyes leap for fallowers of blue grime

the eaglers of deceiters ride upon timed
gally wanky wee-wee bombs; and mines
dig for cold as coded easy gold sea-spines
a shatterer of sex with dotted glue-wynds

la la, a candifier collapses and dies for a
stretcher of a cocoa street; and sweet Mars
serenades blind bloods as a sea of cars
crusades for wide love; and we grind stars
to mooted dust when weavers of tars

dig to dine upon darkness and old rat fat.

 

AN EXPECTORANT OF OLD GRAVES

an expectorant of old graves shoots some doodoo phlegms
and odes to sold naves hoot upon daddy moods and skin
ah a boat under gold suppers for nudes; and odes to sins
slapper for skied silly skirt; and menfolk pee under hymns

la la, expectorants of grey slaves shoot sick from spind
body winds; and a coastal cave carries dirt under wynds
uh uh, a weaver of roasted lays sinks a cock into limbs
and, once aside a mad smile, we learned about widows

edgers of sullen swine slit aside cheese-dirt then close
adown in a little town where city bodies make no sound
and wiveners of fast air exhales dusts from a grey rose

lo, a mazy mind-weir drowns scribblers under sweets
lo, a crazy spine-tear drowns crabblers under meats
lo, a lazy hazy vine-sphere
appears lagged to crapped mind-memories
and eager warvers of wading wallers will use keeps
to surrender couplers to slaving pulers

La La La, an accidental evil cocoa-dream must reap
swarthy handlers from seagulling coca-scenes

Uh Uh Uh...THE END IS NOT PREPARED FOR?

*

 

YOYO RIDERS

yoyo riders use ald kiddy toys with cut fingers and hands
lo lo, poncho sidlers sunder boys; and a bald girly rams
heated flour around a cakey tower; O, jarry junder-jams
daddy after mammies; and my twinned eyes close drams
ah ah. I will sidle after herpes as i sweep after edams and
me and madam mind-moon must think about sweet sand
ah ah, yoyo users season eggs in cups with wooden cans

an expectorant of gold graves shoots some pooled phlegms
and an acid bout boots judas out as lady jesus cuts gems

a candifier collapses into wives and a tiger of a torn stem
sucks a bleeder's butt where a mad lady riders uses men
to station a body cat upon grey sines and female egg-men
and we appear death-expectant with fingers under hens
..
yoyo riders abuse sweeties. Kiddy selves shoot horn-clans
and a rooter of ropy doobies sucks on nutted bone-bands.

*
CABLERS OF CANDLE-WAX

cablers of candle-wax sweeten chapel halls with edams
o room-raisers ram sugar apple when coded mind-plans
melt after dolts whose wallah of a toad-cold spine-slams
doctorors of dunny beacons when a stupid light in bands
sinks a falllowed face in an egg-bowl; and mental Man
has a diner for his own place; and eyes sunder remands

easy expectorants under milners smile after big brands
and we tailored after mother to find a lover's lot sofas
come digging apple chairs into dawners of closed fevers

cables of candy craps cast a rotted teether across a
rude nude of cat-trap; and eyes beneath feathers scar
dunny tides with openers of grey lies; O, my dead car
never existed but still i drive due West where rose rivers
sea-knock a salty harness in five huge baring bed-slivers
.
highnesses of dirty sex-thrones cry for blued bloods
and, ah ah, we sealed a dummy monarch in bum blood
and, uh uh, we ravel for mummy as fathered fish mud

stops dead. O, weavers of whiteness kill all sane Man
O, bleaters may well beep as meteors burn England
OOOO..

 

*
PETTY PETROLLED MARY MAN

petty petrolled mary Man used a rifle with false hands
la la, a baby monkey danced in faked trees; and trams
travelled down town where a woman in a hot wigwam
rotated round a sad mound of children; and grey grans
grasper after gitted towns where a city under a glans
dollops french nudes upon greying bakers of soft glam

cablers of candy crap casts a paper cab across muds
and, ah ah, eyes weave death and, uh uh, loser's love
loosens applers inside peared mess O, we eat Gods?

petty petrolled Pan played pipes for a secret soft brain;
Uh, a sea of masks drowns itself as a secret sex-train
star-ravels into burned minds; and we hit upon rain
and, ah ah la, we sit down upon hair as we use pain
..
a dummy of a bedspread links dreams to champagnes
and, ah, we ride from iced kinks then we must rock
a daisy of a fast mind with liced shrimps; and we rot
and we rot as we roll and we ride aside citied cock
.
petty petrolled mary Man used a rifle with falseness
and, eyed, me and a lost land writhes for deadness as
a hiker of whoring wide tides walk wanky tiredness.

Ahh

*

ABUSERS OF DODOS

 

abusers of dodos have to shoot ten parakeets stoned dead
ah udderers under crab have to cast cold meat into bread
and a whipperer of wolven wands casts magic under beds
ah ah, abusers of dodos have to shoot ten burny heads
and a licer of lewd sucky porny winking hen-hit-lead has
a bolster for a dreamer and a coffee cake inside ald gas
and i will certainly need use of a disabled car; O, hurt ash
may well sell me to endless high tar cigarettes; and mash
melts inside long dead soldiers whose easy sex hit lush
sun-strippled warring flavas. Sex sends a freeby SAE
la la, Deaths heed entrances when a killer in a postal reed

lollies after pinnered pig-pens and the cafes of cut greed
and, la la, i ease a mental dig inside sand alleys: mung seeds
scatter hollowed tomatoes across a living world of dick trees
and we will reel inside the East when gathering up the teas
and we will shed buttock tears and we will weep forever.

abusers of dodos have to shoot ten parakeets stoned dead
ah ah, a video of crabs crashes down and Digital Telly-teds
show inchoate screens to disablers of dangly easy plebs
and we shutter a shitty sky inside wide-women's piss-pegs
and, uh uh uh, when weeders of Ides spy on salt-legs then
menfolks will have to learn of looters of lives and ribbons
.
lollies after pinioned piggy pens push oinkers under slides
La La: ideal infirmal dashy hens push cockers inside eyes
La La: evil inspiral daisy gems push diamate from scribes

Uhhhhhhh
we idolised the rigid dead as we hid brains under spies.

 

*

THE LOTUSES OF A CROCUS FLOWER

the lotuses of a crocus flower feed dumb enemies to water
o a fastness of dad's tower treats a dun cake with porter
and a bren in a sesame seed bun rides a steeder into lungs
la la, eyes may well widen as we buy a disabled car. Guns
shoot a hollah of a blind owl with dairy lips; and coded sun
gun-shine upon a weal when a wettener of clits sucks cum

the lotuses of a crocus flower feed dummies to gas-garters
and we weepy-weave a wanky sheety winker with gafters
and a dumber of a bee stings a brain with honeying doctors
and, la la, we weep for locust seed while crying for robbers

abusers of dodos have to loot one zillion bodying piss-parrots
and the wives of March harden to autumnal sleep. Carrots
cut a cuppy nut-slut inside a bugs bunny brigand; and mammas
kneel upon slappers of wives; and a cat-headed gazy river
rams a fairy thumb deep within coffee cakes and rizlas
;
o we may well have to buy an actual disabled car; and we
may well have to buy true high-tar cigarettes for mind-seas
and, uh uh, eynes swallow puffs with hallowers of sleeved
lycra pissy pecks that rim madam rimmer with cold greed

the pocuses of crocus eaters lead bald wheels to fathers
and we may well jack our fathers and leave mums behind.

*
WHAT WITH DISABLED CARS

 

what with disabled chairs being star-raised from high tar fags
what with disabled hairs being car-crazed by old male slags
we will surely eat a broken coffee and walnut cake; O, stags
supper after sleep where disabled trainyards on their knees
creel into city caves; O, a sea of figs frigs a vegetable when
dragglers of pity-graves sink a cabbage of a mind into gems
and, la la ah, wildernesses under stinking baggage sea-rends
darkening dolly-heads from gingery dirt berries and u-bends.

o we may well have to buy an old-timed crippled van with
filthier dreams that have ever noticed man; and mental pig
urniates inside dulled pants when a stinker of a menstrual pig
damages eyes with soft moggy hens and smokers of dead kids

what with disabled chairs being star-raised from evil maps
what with disabled prayer being Mar-mazed under cold straps
we will surely eat a broken coffee and tawny breaded dun mac
and a diver after plective vege urine has to sink aside macadam
ah ah ah; and sun-assaulted widows weep for mencapped Adam
and a doctor on its disabler's feed flashes aside naked crabs
,
eyes have to melt under pulleyed shit-wrecks as we cry for
easy kissers of pelt tundra and pissers of slits and dippy wards
..
END

*

O A STEADY BURNER OF A BLED MIND

o a steady burner of a bled mind smell-spills doggers into canine christs
o an easy yearner after blue spine swell-swills scarers from cold spice
and a desperate user of my disabled car cuts a coffee cake where lice
sink full tar cigarettes under sex when a bladderer inside walrus life
interfusess dromedaries with a vegetable stink that laps aside cabbage white
and men and skin dolor opens up death's peasy ward when a sea of mice
summer-strap a coded killer's blue disabled car which ravels under dice
and a menial macadam filler hits blood feeds with ashen dodder-mikes
and a driller of a vegetable head shows dilly screens to scenes of spiked
body-burning anal angelical baby-bikes; and naked bruised sirens swipe
a bad bald true blue disabled car. O, we will cut a dirtied coffee slice
O, we will shut toffee-coffin dykes beneath heated full tar woodlice.

ah i abused a static killer radio just one sad time of all; and de angelus
creeps inside a puker's shadow; and my scenic spleen opened under dusts
ah i abused a static river radio just one more time very late last year
and me and disabled cars carry mencapped mallows inside stained fear
la la la, my dippy deviller dips a dunny boy for Mrs Jones; and ald tears
reason after maws where a draper of mummy joys cuts down grey gear
ah ah odes to naked kissers drive a mangler of a sex-toy down to years
and we ravel into time when a tonsured bag of farms swallows shears

ooo laconic birded heart-dead boney macaroni will use drinking tears
to shelter lust inside bone-bread
ooo iconic buried soul-wheat slashes after baronesses and grey fears

La La La La.....we kept clothes in a snake-basket and died out

*

O AN EASY BURNER OF A BLED MIND

o an easy burner of a bled mind shit-smells renal hooves; and sex-scars
shard in a belled bottom; and we may well buy a fierce disabled glee-car
and we are, rended, as cut from spastic dells as bastards under curves
crashdown along a blonde mat of fear and farts and neck-wringers. Curs
curtsy to a varnishing dolly moon when we sink a rapered finger's nerve
deeply adown into a brimstoned pussy of vegetable gallery treacles

ahh ashes drop slashes under porn-brine as a veiny darling sups measles
and the daddies of a mental easel paints a body-chart with grey seagulls..

what with old minted walnut and coffee cake, we will buy a disabled car
ah ah ah; once slitted under false limbs and drapes, we will smoke huge tar
and our answers to this ridden rippy disabled world must posion punk Mars
and, o, a hard Mars every single fucking day pees upon taloned bead-bars
and we weevil for a shitted rogue spine that shits aside prison carves
and we silence the dizzy cocks of fitted flitty flirty danky wanky shards

the arouser of a raider heart sinks a rippy zipper outside burning bone
and me and mixy macadam farts carp for lippy snickers of gay stone,.

AS WE WARP OUT SCENTED SEX-MINES

as we warp our scented sex-mines with old men
then we score a star-rended sea-spine
under cunny where a blower of keen wine
washes haloed hands inside baby-batter
la la, weepers use milk-sleeves
la la, reapers use silk-trees; and naked butters
get glued to jammy radios
and, oo, as we warp our endlessness then we
will widen woollen wipes with stereos
and digital fairy pullers knell a losing shadow
and eyes cast limes across the blind land
o, minds melt; and a yellow factory expand
a blinder of a castle from plastic pulled pans
and we are making plans
and we are shaving clams; and ideal wars will
wash a dummy strait in a moon-mill

cosmic cartooners show fantasia to thieves
and, o, a micky mailer melds goofy under teas
and, o, a tipsy failure nooses ash under beads
and a silent pug
pushers a yellow buzzer while acrid dogs cede
mummy plants to fever
and, la la, a cosmic fig shines like a river when
easy liars lend losers to phantastic old children

 

 

AS WE WARP OUR SCENTED COCK-CLIMES

as we warp our scented cock-climes with heels
then we will horde adders with cunt-rhyme, and
ideal shaven clickering customers
heap a bearded bone under blorters of wigwams
and, oo, me and my mental father
fizzes for de gee-gees
and, Oh, mastic grey sprees swallow mirrors;
and aged smilers of pure fire
get grimacing at a seaside shaped from spires
and, la la, a spool of pure granite
has to fall from sleep when a dreamer's tyres
get mangled by car-clasping venal beads

cosmic cartooners show fantasia to reeds
and, mind-mazed, a crow aside cockers knead
bakes some cave-butchered cakes aside mead
and we will believe in the less deceived
and we shall relieve the dead of heaven's weed
and, la la, weepers smoke distant trees
and, la la, reapers choke on darting cherries
and makers of a slaughtered owl hoots after
daddy coaxers of coachers and pyre-laughter

and a homeless sweet hornet in a feature
has to sting the dead till the sad use fingers
to tap on the hollowed silence of dumb quivers
and the dollies in the davy dark abuse feathers
and the trollies in a shop of hearts nooses
all of the moany mien of the summer's fuses
and, once upon a wynd, i addled guns with heather

and a hispid rosy sqautter of a shent rogue
sinks naily vinegars into a torn scarlet scalp
and, la la, dilly braids suck wasps from leather
and, o-la, silly glades cut butts from severed
shampy garlands
and we will blow across elms
and we shall murder tree-films; and we will
rest in a rapid mushroom with cannabis, stilled
..
resins in hooty winky breastbone snap across
a muddied bobby licky stickly thigh-bone,
and a wader under sticky berried pie-stone
sinks daffy hands aside blue spies and drones
and, la la, we weaken when we fall
and, ah ah, we stride across gems that crawl
across ephemera and blunted wolf-scrawl

and weevilers sink whored haloes aside drawl
and road-sleepers stink
and toad-reapers sink deeply under dirt-sinks
and, uhh, we extemporise bleeders
oh oh oh?

 

THESE HOCUS POCUS DAYS

 

these hocus pocus days where i lay down my dizzy charms
must swallow sleep as deaths resound
and, O, in a faraway town, a clowning moggy mind-charm
disappears until the heart-awoken moonside feeds drowned
gourami sailors
and a harkener of a killer rages after a noosing star-tailor,
and we have the wicked girls by heart:
we have studied just how to die as we raise a mirror from
a nuclear error when a tanker of a blown dart
comes whimpering; Oh, metal road leases lyons to farts
and, underneath oats, a vastness in de rose closes carps
aside barblers of brut, bends, and dolly fixtures

these hocus pocus days where i lay down my dizzy arms
must wallow under beds and money
and a wallet-wiper swipes rammed honey
and a sonnet-sleeper ripens dogs with demure soft rummy
moon-awakeners
and huge whored lights set alight to perfume
and denuders of midnights set life to a costume; and comas
cry, cry
and miners melt into minds where a liquid soft corona
has to hiss across a gymnasium of fingerers and sonar
oo

these are my mallard days when i will learn of evening,
these are my dullard days when i will yearn for dreaming,
and the wives i knew when trapped in dreaming fires
have jumped now into naked pilllow-pyres,
and moody naughty fathers fade to grey when spires
acede a dunny cheeper to a lost ladel that cums reeling
plastic soups under bladderers and blinded screenings

..
*
oo as we vault from an impassable ceiling, we chant
after eccentric fires and bodies under burning plants
and a ferny woman scatters seeds
and a terminal flava licks poppy weed from reeds
o once upon a sign in signal world
i saw a dirtied mad man come iding under girls,
and the shiverers of taut Japan
hisses across massagers of daddy neckties; O, curls
crusade for city silence
and the mammy melders of violent easy spies
drag a hairnet for a cryer

and, oo, when cunt-folk weep then infanticides
clamour at a pulled ward when fathers under tyres
ignite dazzlers with stoned sex and gashy gold-pyres
and ironic silver sliders snap a soup about death
and iconic river rifflers crap upon swallow-mess
and a slighted blonde babby
hag-hangs heroics from shakespherian laddies
and, o, once upon a cunt, i entered my piths where
applers of circus men chewed a crocus then snared
ideal fawned feather-farmers
will collide with shrill prisons and execute fayres
and easy cakey stalls will smoke aside fayres
and an easy teasy mumma goose will stare
directly into a hollow mind that culls sex-prayer?

END.

ONCE UPON A MIND

 

Once upon a mind, I dreamed in a nightmare
of a world of eyes & a world of flares;
there, where the leaves fell madly from the trees,
i sensed eyes cleave into madness & despair;
and here there were eyes that slithered in black
& here there were eyes that danced on their backs,
& where time loitered & flew quite away,
my memories were cloistered in the eyes of decay,
&, o, what a world was here constrained
in the eyes of the spheres & the ravaging rain:
ah! what a wasteland was here seen,
where the waifs & the strays slid into eyeless dreams:
as if from a cloud, or some native place of tears,
the shroud of deception serried into fears...

forest forge of metal heroes:
deep in dogday crucifix, the ark of summer burns;
like a tauran epitaph, with destruction slit in mind,
under domes of lightning, the dreams of summer grind.
Coda lantern, language in denial -
light, what for the hearse of God?
In which room of leather, under which dark wing of tides,
beneath which summer river, does the dark avenger ride?
Spatial summer, stabbing force of
fuse inside the head:
wind swiper, sweeping softly, how now shall recusancy tread:
what for the metal peeples, the hedoned herods under glass:
what for steepled injun stones,
what for bones beneath the vast?
I am the one who opened the sun, I am the one
who opened the moon,-..
...
I am the one who opened the tongue,
I am the one who opened the womb,
I am the one with eyes on empty,
I am the one with zen-tithed skin,
I am the one with eyes on enemy,
I am the one with lizard sin,
I am the one with snake-skin sentries,
I am the one with snake devise,
I am the one with
the no. on my casket,
I am the one with
rattlesnake eyes.
Spatial summer, endless sunderer,
thunder rumba queen, come lend me penury,
shend away the spheres behind all wonder,
thunder rumba queen, come lend me century;
rend away the asp, the Abaddon sheet,
rend, shend, bend; burn the summer from
my meat.
I am destruction, a circuit circus
turning endless:
I am seduction, the bud of Oedipal demise:

777 is the no. on the transept, 777 is the no. on the drum
777 is the no. on the signet, 777 is the no. on the gun,
777 is the no. on the magnet, 777, magenta blood is all,
777, the snake of ashen conflict: 777, the serpent thunder
on the crawl. ..

&, one day, in opening your door,
the strange sun?...

uh.

 

THE SHRINKERS OF SULLY DAYS

the shrinkers of sully days play with old clay
o riders of silly blades cut a pinker today
and a mind of silk thinks about the moon
and me and mindfolk shoot a gritted grave

the shrinkers of dully days slaves after day
and a soft shore of dust pisses under trades
and, o, a sun of musks shatters sex-ladies

eyes buckle up down buckets and laves
wash a kind vagina miles high with rubies
and dulling head-homers use pig pansies
to sirenise drillers with munching babies

and, la la, eyers widen for soft cavvies
and, la la, spyers sharpen lost levees
and, ah-la, drivers harden crossed disease

o can we cane all caves as we ride to sleep
o can we stain all lays with the bridal meats
o.

i have entertained disaster as we use jeeps
to collide with a laden concertina
and, once wived, gardeners of winter creeps
deeply across mentalis and female freaks

La La La..THE END
IS NOT PREPARED FOR?

*

OH MATRICES MELT
INTO MOTHERS AND TRAYS

 

oh matrices melt into mothers and trays
slide down icy hills; O, maker of trays
trickles down the thighs when old days
lop a laden loop from gaddy bad trades
and a teaser of a teener swills graves

the shrinkers of salad maids seat dust
under rippy hypes where codal caves
cream, cream, cream. La! dresses raise
potterers of plowed dream from sussed
eateries when sucker-meats shop loss

odd matrixes melt into a judas cloth
la la la, coldness lets a burn to de Cross
and once utterers of pets picks moss
then my waver of lipped dross will
sun-pelter pussiers; O, mazy pine-pill
must seep into Crete and kill tossed

ivoried idioms of mamma and rills.

amazers of sticky papers piss for
a shitter's craze that ends in war
o, creators of eaty fazers cut cauls
and a banner of a father calls
filthy dirty coasts where sad walls
crumble under jolters of brawls

the shrinkers of sully days roar
la la, sinkers of money charge for
a ballet of steel; O, men dance for
easy ballet-women whose claws
sink bloody finger-paint into dogs

amazers of sticky paper piss for
a dummy craze that ends in war
ah, a gem of a cage gaols gores
ah, a sin in old age cries for whores
and a bed of gold spies on stored
vaginal lilly crap; O, sex snores?

*

THE SAPS OF SWEET LILLIES

 

the saps of sweet lillies layer skin
o cups of sweet babies bag up
tawny teasers with old tea. Sluts
swing to rivers and eyes are shut

amazers of sticky paper piss stalls
vacant cots where a babe in walls
rams down indolent easy money

the saps of sweet lillies layer sin
o mugs of dirty milk maul fast sin
and a dog on the ride chases baby
,
shrinkers of sad days cut rabies

*
purveyors of pervert-pepper peal
radishers of rainbows and reels
and, la la, we suck on scan-seals
and, uh uh, we cut on hand-heels
and as dunny dullards cook meals
then a lazy lacy mallard hocks
dinnered dust. O, searing shadow
cast a cunty wanky cab upon
droppers of spunky caesar-suns

sappers of scissor herons cum
deep down gin-lane where guns
shoot termites stone-dead. Puns
wise-crack after bone-guns and
weepers rap upon lonely lands

purveyors of a pervert-popper
pisses upon gulls when papers
shed tabloid skulls within shippers
and a shanky shop spins slippers
and a hanky cop blows bands

sappers of scissor herons ram
pullers of platers inside jazz-jam
ah miles away from lives, hands

swill potatoes; and sadness lands
upside down in a dowsed shiver

*
HEDONERS OF CARELESS DAYS

 

hedoners of careless days where we spent our eager youth
have to summon graves where we rented seed to killler youth
and a train of diamond ravels under scented speeded youth
and once aside a trade, my head will have to sucker youth
ah ah, a pecker of a penile bed spreads juicy lips as youth
wallops a whipping pony; and deaths sluice after sad youth

purveyors of pervert-pepper peal herrings from mad youth
o deniers of pussy-pepper peal ceilings from old bad youth
and a veiny veiled sun-crow crowds cold trees with youth
ah ah, eyes may well sunder toes and we must love youth
because happy careless youth hops from seed as youth

spies upon sex-tides; and a mad man who craves youth
hastens to wicked wives when wicked worn lied odd youth
strips self-sex down with hippy thighs and coded gay youth

Oh feeders of petrel men will turn a petrol face to lost times
Oh reapers of steeple men will burn and burn
forevermore
and, once lynched, a kicker of wards will hire heads to crimes
and, once pinched, a reader of gourdes
appears slain by an illegitimate deliberately dyslexic
plymouth sward

and hedoners use hands for waves where a naked sea of brine
gets ripplered under snappers and slaved
body-broken dun-eyed scissor slam; and eyes get engraved

by books that never appear well read

Oh
La La
oh crab-colours collide with rended scissor-bees
Oh
La La& advertisements in slides suck on sister-beads
& dead god was a strange man
O-La

*
*

A RIDER UPON RED CAKE

 

a rider upon red cake cries for sugary bells; and old mules
carry platers of kitchen skies marrying boney blind mules
to donkey blood where a horse inside a town of deaf mules
rides a cocking horse where street of crowns dons sex mules
and a bed in a cliff falls to dirtty earth where fainting mules
melt into a pony's lip; and a sea of birth washes cold mules

purveyors of careless days we spent with birth bites mules
la la la, a decliner under sleighs sink for snowy earth-mules
and a boat of thunder ship-fathers eaterers of sea-mules
and once one forced evening, i sit with holy beaded mules
O i apple-pick planet-plums with hot ghosts where mules
side-saddle eager camals with woody bines and old fools

a rider upon red cake cries for sugary bells; and dun rules
push a whipping pony under blubbery bells; and spun rules
get easily broken and easily spoken spread cells gaol old rules
and, la la, messers of families awake under closed stools
.
ahh curators to dementers forces gold demeter to use spools
to extemporise hands, knees and scabbed sky-screwed fools
ahh a dirtyer, rammed, sees hands come wailing aside from
daddy, mummy, sister, brother and candy babby-bums

and i adore my dummer wine as i render ox as dead as cum

O AS AMERICA COMES
THROUGH OUR STOOLS

o as america comes through our stools, a masser of shitted fringes
cunt-combs daddies with pasted fools; O, a radio of blind minges
melts into mules where a haunted kelpie-horse flexes images
and a vase of bone bee-bends baiterers of tears with fixatives
o as america comes through our stools, a crasher of grey images
fascinates donkey-drones with solid fools who fry salted fringes
and a kinker of a dodgy salt-cinema hasps to eyes when faces
fallow to the comical falons of sugar-clasps; and old spaces
heap dirty wine upon carnal unwashed clothing; and midges
melt under udderers where a goddess's groanings ram fridges.

a rider upon red cake cries for money-bells; O, forced flour fizzes
and a sea of lungs cuts eyes; O, a the quarter-hour hisses for
a god of a dickler whose dizzy sea-paws peal glass fingers for
an ape of a pickler; and a don of whores studies after kisses when
a beller of evil faces drop beneath a bouncing breast-ward; ah
i have centralised wasters by snipping my bum; O, i use cards
and me and my scriber of scribes tangles bum with hair-cars
and, oh oh, we are pictured for ties which wash gnits in cars
and, o-la oh, a sniper of fatal flies shoots a blueberry kinema

o as america comes through our stools, a masser of shitted fringes
hordes a piddler's town with wrenched rots which marries images
and an ape in a cave crusades for cavvy mice when villages
moon-lock a holy cruklock in a wall; O, a heaper of mod Mentalis
shocks a body and weavers of palls pool stasis with drug Digitalis
..
Ancient vermeil lakes swim for sunderers of coded sunny-seed
Ancient petal-paints pin wars under thunderers and watt steeds
ride from dirty rest. La La La. We enter into walleted blind seeds
ahhhh. And we weep inside desperate tears when golden sleeves
hit upon renal estranging brides; and model men cut up greed
.
uhhh

*

AND AS A MASTED VENUS

and as a masted Venus digs inside the anal deeps, then wives of salt-men
must, denied in harness, sugar-wed a sweater glass when coded semen
seasons puckered hair with tissue-bread; and the hatters of lobed women
snapper for a suckler of easy peasy lead. O, a spoker of coded youths
lams a picture of a peggy pullered bed and we have to star-load youths
and we have the keen idiot names by heart: under crabs, carred youth
slapper a slackener of an eyed cold-frame dollops labs upon children
and we wallah in the davy dark as we arise from cabs and taxi-wrens

ancient vermeil lakes swim for surrenderers where a heart-dealt mind
swallows acid snakes from blonded bone-bared baby-buddy-grime; and
my dragged eyes sleep for cum. O, a tinker in a soft lady line heats sand
and a curried comber of girl-gum wallows under lost emptied ribbons
and as a masted Venus digs its female dick inside renal anal gibbons
weevillers of mermen have to slick to the larded lip of a hardened ham
and we sea-hang faceless rabbits which chase bucked bends with jams

ancient vermeil drakes drawl for cunt-curated caned gobblers. Hands
heap rubber posters under brawls when a broad of hobblers expand a
dunny filly plate to vomitted phlegm-foods; and we piss upon old islands.

o as America comes through our hot stools, wiseners of lips will cut edams,
and a pillar in a blue lungs bites upon fanny prisers; O, witches sex-slam
evil easellers of leaded cum; and we shoot hens as we abuse England.

Uh

*

THE TIPPERS OF URBAN TIPPEX

the tippers of urban tippex topple easy pens with city light and fever
flexes optic palms when cables ease gems under city night; and fever
faces aside mod wind as we hear bees inside death's serum; and fever
fellows neon crap with ten whipped hands that push manses into fever
o tippers of urban tipex trample peasy pins with city light and fever
sunders an open doll whose waxen ashen limbs tease a skulled fever
with motelled guns that shoot the heebeejeebees of mind-masked fever
la la, where wideners hoot for cunt-sea then carriers of casked fever
cry for lithe pussy and her fishy sweet farrier; and sex sild's soft fever
flumouxes with twisty teeny hair-marriers; and sex-killers use fever
to slam a grande mal stroke under forcing fucker; O, here men quiver.

acid widows roll for lime. Copper ghosts roll down time. Aged fever
washes gentle hands in false wine; and we stroll inside god's finger.

the tippers of urban tipex topple easy pens with city lice and rivers
raise a roper of a sea-chest from porny hens; and scented seizures
form a dairy-cage in an epileptic bed when a mental dreamer shivers
and acid widows roll down time; and weepers suffer cold cunt-fever
and a colt of pure damsel fire shoots a blue radio dead as cock-fever
rams a daddy sewer under tired coots; and a green meadow's fever
burries burring blinds in curtainers of grey birds and seagull livers.

acid shadow strikes paper cabins down around a pit of torn feathers
o de acrid murdered gallows scatters Downs aside blued scissors
and a gallower of sandmen abuse a scissor boy with ancient fever
and we pule from flown flowers as hot flowers wither away. Fever
famishes appled blind towers which tangle the concrete Thames.

Eyes pull from flies and a den of lips trips for codal ideal feeders
Eyes blind drums
Eyes rend tides, and we arrive back home with the crusts of razors
made-up, just like a clean-shaved female demon

and eyes raise a salt skirt
and doomy hangered jaguars will save all catkind
and we shall leave a dead dream far, far away, to a sad earth's
diamond mumma

Uh

*

 

ACID WINDOWS ROLL FOR LIME

 

acid windows roll for lime. Copper ghosts die down time. Fever
fashions a guilty gossamer as Anancee shafts against gulled fever
and shiverers of scissors and fever fuck a dead man with glue-fever
and a dell of gripe fastens old softening strangler's tights. Fevers
father down the veins where a patient spiller of wiped nap-snickers
abuses a crazy wormy gorgon with swelt stone-sides; O, fevers
snicker aside spermy anal sex-scums and woolleners of wide fever
coat a cricking mask with serpent eared guns; and weevil-scissors
sink into drains; O, shivers and fevers and painted fluid flu-friskers
pull bodying lea-and-perrins across feinted boards in wall-strippers.
,
nulifiers anoint dirty shit-birds with nightly nihilators of stoners and
feverfew flits under slit-birds with incenders of potatoed sea-sands
la la, an ivory screen sucks a birdy dead dilly babe-break; and rippers
arouse a tawny flower with natal fotal fatal fawn-knives; and sands
frisk a dairy damseller for shuttered christ; and a vast girly grande
slots dumbers in pursers; O, as a dizzy coppice of a glass-gash-glans
hollows after inhearsers of a baby block then instant fatty fingers
shit in five shirt-winds; and i have suffered cold maids and fever
and i have sharpened skins with pealers of cold naves and fevers
.
modellers of peahens cast peacock poles across sex believers
and madams in cum-gems mask foals in fuck-flossed deceivers;
and we will know the less deceived with nude fans and relievers
O, comic sonic self-deaths heave aside rude flans as grey cakers
sell a buggy raised from instant eye-flour; and, uh, cooky makers
abuse a naked masted Venus; and mental scampers roast fakirs
.
and fever follows fever when ideal sweatings sex-stab fever
and fevers under fever hits to a hot optic sheet; and crab-fever
adorns a baking latrine of a fever with fasteners of slag-fevers
and fever's hot mirror mazes under pigs as drillers of crag-fever
flashes in spunk-kissers whose thunder frigs eggshells and Divas
and fever fellows fever when ideal nestings cock-crash teeners
and, lo lo o-la, my dummy mind shutsdown ball-rashes. Feelers
flay to a doctored beat when heartlings piss on long girl-fingers

uh uh uh uh tut tutter tut uh uh ah ha slit pizza fist.. we die?

*
THE WANDERERS OF LOST TIMES

the wanderers of lost times tread bastardising blown paths
o slumberers cut into minds where a reaper of closed masks
lambasts body-drains with roller drives and car-kissed masks
and a youth in a stream sails for lies when cold blown paths
send extraordinary faces to fizzed vales where blued masks
laid a blinder of a brawled cold lady; O, this earth is past?

the wanderers of lost times suck a spawny nut as masts
melt into a female judas, and a bone of brawny sex-masts
molds a body-bake from venereal flakes; and mind-masts
swell up, up; and, o, once aside a lake, my mind-masque
swallows easy liquids. And eyes will deafen blind paths

uh uh i eat into some false cheese; O, my mouth screams
uh uh i sleep underneath disease; O, my mind blood-screams
and a layer of veined vast laughter taunts a pictured scream
and a youth at night pulls fannies from fainting screams
uh uh i eat some false cheese; La, my lips kiss screens

wanderers of lost minds liquidise dolly muff with dreamed
meadow baby crisscrossed biters of sex snuff and cream

Ohhh

*
THE SUNDERERS OF GOLD TIMES

the sunderers of gold times shred a bad pig into nomads
o sunderers of gold minds dig for slags as blinding cads
cast a shadow cab across city waves; and layered lads
pushes upon false curtains; O, mamma maria's lab
sources phlegm with oozed fire when a kid in a lab
uses radial mental menstrual medicines as a blithe cad
shoots up salty sugar flaps with gritters of mind-mabs

the wanderers of gold minds slits a dippy drip with
greying sottos of rolled wine and villages of odd pigs;
and we arise to find a nude grave made from hot figs

uh uh i eat some false cheese; O, gobblers use ribs
and a daughter of a mind-sleeve licks upon mad kids
and a weaver of a spine-sleeve laps upon salt-ribs
ah ah, eyes may well feed blue bees where cold labs
cast fishy fields across verminous dreamers of cabs

Ahhhhh

silvers under fever-shiver slide a hot bed beneath Pan
o riders sunder fever-rivers as a hosed head of Man
waters dental angular-halls with diners of easy Pan
and i arise from easter-balls and i dine with Woman
and eynes slash winter-walls where blinded cousins
lend filthy incest to a dead past. And we used Man
and we confused sunny connections as we slammed
dolly darters against mad mien and cordal wigwams

wanderers of silked minds thinks about blue satin
and a widener of milked minds suffer after slit-satin
and milner of strapped minds supper after lip-satin
and slivers under fever-shiver slide under drams
ah ah, we serve silks to dried water; and slit-satins
wallah after spider-cries; and a sea of edams rams
orchards of killers with stolid blorted baby-bands

ald dirty musical streets walk cold hogs to pig-pans
and we sing as we cook and we eat from hands
..

MAGICAL MASTERERS

 

magical masterers of eastern teas gather up the teas
magical matrices slam westend teas as we brew teas
and a madam at noon hips to a hobbit dance and teas
fall from out bruised brewed cars; and we pluck bees
o magicasl star-slayers show a salt moon to bees
and eyes get badly stung by pissers under wet-teas

wanderersd of milked minds fatalises bagged leaves
inside a false larch where dirtiers of daddy beads
hushed up all of the forcep fuckers whose leaves
swallow droopy soap; and a mind-high river-sleeve
drowns old ashes inside a rosette of pure greed.

magical masterers of eastern teas gather up the teas.
Digital porny patience pulls upon a junked cock and
butterers of easy bell-pulls scatterr salts upon teas
and a godly gism bed where i learned about sands
has left me alone now. Oh, liquid lightning's tea
gets force-fed to clouds and, la la, eaters of bees

stopper the herbage of a diggied dizzy eye-hive
Lo, a fascinator of lovage gets fizzy under tithes
Lo, a deadener of dead god heeds thunder's wives
and tricklers, lammed, drag dada
and ripplers, dammed, stab cold manna

Uh

*

WHIPPERS OF FATAL
SWEET MARZIPAN

whippers of fatal sweet marzipan hits upon a rotted disease
la la, strippers of fotal city-cans get bricked inside weed
and smokers with a heart like a rocled drum inhale disease
la la, whippers of natal meaty sea-cans sail under slease
and, ah ah, a dabbler of monkey clams abuses ape-greed
and, ah ah, whippers of fatal meaty marzipan cuts slease

magical masterers of eaters cut a bound fly and fleas
anoint vast bluebottled greeny goddy cuts; and peas sleep
and a handled hostel of a sex hotel rocks a boat of meat

whippers of anti-natal bubonic lips counts silence where
tippers of wax-lead anoints Elizabeth Tudor with hairs
and wisecrackers are bathed in a King's pissy cut-lair

magical masterers of eaters shove a bonder of tares
and we will search for a tare in the invidious air where
a countess of decorous gold snitches after bruised prayer
and a scutterer of meany mad mice traps a tail of thieves

whippers of cunted creamy shitter boxers bout for teas
and we will reel in the east until we gather up the teas
And gun-gritted tribes toss for tills which pay no fees

O

*
WANDERERS WHO WANDER
LIKE THE MOON

wanderers who wander like the moon melt into gins where
veiny vamoosers of father flights fall down a fatal stare
and blonders of lovers ignite the moon. Ah, dotted hair
gets saltily honey-combed with violence and dead hair
punches immaculate pissers of grey ebbs and egg-air

oh oh, once, where i rolled, the fast dregs of sweet air
swallowed my venus up with bone-naggers and prayer
and wipers of masted sluts sopper after superb stairs.

whippers of fatal sweet marzipan mount cake-divorced
hirelings of shippering arm-bands; O, we hired teas,
la la, and we reel in the east while gathering up the teas
and when up in brewing college, i noticed sun-force,

and me and madam daddy lovage casts a berry-tea
under divorcings; and wicked lovely masks drink pee
ah, i slip a fan aside hands
ah, i strip clams from swift scans
and eyers of slitters sucks across closing pyre-brands

uh uh uh
tutter tutter a tut
wafflers use tans for trams as trainyards drop islands
forevermore.

O

 

ONCE ALONG A FALSE MIND

once along a false mind, the whole of history cut seed
from green-growing vegetabled time-machines. Steeds
gallop in the dining dark when abbeys of valleys heave
beneath rotators where a bladderer of galleries cedes

codas of cumming creations to a bad bronzed egg cats
o radio fire-raisers switch a fast fascinated cat. Fats
fardel into dancing catnap; and me and master Crap
swerve under rat-sap. These poems scale high trees?

Uh Uh
cruel camera-ready ilexes noose boats with beads
Uh Uh
crazy cinema-easy irises noose stoats to old bees
and, once across sunrise,
modellers of missions came rocking after weeds
and eyers smoke dolls
and writers arise from molls

Uh Uh
cruel kinemas create cutters from drawl as sleeves
hide telephones up dead arms
and, oo, a daddy to pups must use head for reeds

endlessness sweeps dreariness away
emptiness reaps sweet eerieness; and ghosts raid
radiophonics with curtal witnesses
ah ah ah
oo oo oo

de end..

LULLING WHILE CHOKING

 

lulling while choking, i met an old dead girl just today
o she was hooking on to sex-science when cool clay
cascaded into bitten humans; and a shop of christs
sermoned after maids where a mad man in a maze
swillered for lone trades of sex, death and oblivion

and a nest of bone raises self sex where dirty clay
jazzes after stone; and dirt, disease, death star-lights
dromedaries of sperm-silks.I met an old dead girl
She was easily aroused by her own grave; and clay
cousins upon limitless fathers when a canine world
falters into grass and dies. And a bad bath today
will surely scissor into ambered opened slow eyes

lulling while choking, i met an old girl just yesterday
o she was bricked under her boling; La, dun decades
glide by like mad children; and a gooser of star-trades
swillows for bad children; and an arch upon pearls
pulleys for pissers when easterly blowing ice-curls
smatters around sisters of mother moon and pearls

and a nest of bone raises self sex from dirty clay
and a desk of stone raises elfi-sex from petrol clay
and a whipper of a wide horse gallops into clay
and a bell at night rings for mule-wallop; and day
cries to be set free but free days are dead now?

TEE HEE, I HAVE COME TO KNOW
THE TITIANS

tee hee, i have come to know the titians under clothes
tee hee, yes men cum to sunder missions with clothes
o, tee hee hee, mad male missiles shoot baby clothes
and eyes under skies sharpen silk with daddy's nose
la la, i have come to understand the rapist in a rose
la la, i have come to shudder about female blubber
and, tee hee hee tee tee, i am in love with mamma
and, roasted, a motile motel accident heave to mana
and i have come to know the titians under dadda

luliing while choking, i met an old buzzy dead girl
men in miraculous circles hasten to the jazzy cold
and marchers of muddy funerals have to walk girls
and wynded swollen tit-asses must feel after cold
la la, mysterious mindfolks think about a new girl
la la, insidious divine child-folks think about worlds
but a can of gllass has to heat up with fairy pearls

tee hee, i have come to know the titans under clothes
hee hee, wide losell men lose everything to bedclothes
and a monkey of an ape-flower greens up for clothes
and a honky of a wanky hooty finishes feelers with
coded woolled leaves; and i reel in the cat's clothes
and eyes muddied me where fairgrounds in clothes
dance to a masted naked beat where an old rose
splices angel fringes with goddy rock and clothes.

lulling when choking, i met an old fixing mad girl
o she cried all year and then drowned in her tears
and a model pall-sphere opened me up to my girl
and, la la, as we paint a petrol face then we uncurl
male ministers from gabby hairs found under loaves
and a messy moon melts under rooms. O, brogues

issue into magenta-city-fire when death has closed
and, lashed to dementers, squires use fused robes
la la la,- eyes hiss for ladies
and prides swings for daisies

Amen

A WINNOWER OF WINDOWERS

 

a winnower of windowers shields a hidden stocking
o issuers of wide sinners reel aside the still-born
and we heed the death-deceived when blue ceilings
bang beneath bags of blood when bagpipes swarm
a genius scottish street with poem-eyes; and dawn
tear-tissues after rain and rain cuts the moon
and pierces of fever-rain receive cats from fawns.

a winnower of windowers shields an easy man and
sand-strippers pee on teasing galls when balled bands
dig after footy-snuffs; and a filmic woman rams us
adown from a dirty castle when killers under red rust
polishes pantry-apples with germy millers; and scorn
bellies across death's fishy fields as a mindless storm
straps a bellyful of beads across timed eaten cusps.

and we weevil for red rain and we feel after cuts
and we glister for red rain and we reel after cuts
and we hiss aside red rain and we spiel after cuts
o a smashy sassy weepy wanky of a smile gluts a
donny of a dooby boy whose lost home eats nuts,
and a drooly devil in a dripper of a mashed soul
cuts into smut; and a girl combs her hairy soul
and a mutterer under girls combs speechless soul.

a winnower of wide windowers reels inside the east
o a rude romantic killer stocking-hangs the Beast
and a seat of plants waters wives with thrilling meat
and a candy of a crocus coca-cola bites on beats
and we reel in the east as we gather up the teas
ah ah readers under feasts befriend an iced dream
ah ah breeders under geese befriend a wet-dream
and the bones of Aaron sharpen sex with trees
ah ah a winnower of wide windowers reels inside
a dummy cage when lightning turns to black. O!
softeners of rage shade tilings with genius blacks
La La, as bodies burn then a tidal star in toss-hats
hears a veiny penile vaginal cherry pop-burst

and we sink under blown thunder as sex-earth
appears salving for stoned car-liars
ah, a skinner of a whore
will ripen till gauze gives rise to evil cunt-cryers
ah, a winner of a ward
must sink royal bethlehems aside pigeon-tyres

La La
ooAmen.

*

 

AND WE WEEVIL FOR RED RAIN

 

and we weevil for red rain and we feel after cuts
and we ravel under red rain and we feel viaducts
ahhh a reaper of red summer shatters wide sluts
and a bath of pure burned gold mills stars with nuts
O a plane of milky glandour weeps for a softy hut
and catchers in a mind clamour for devil-weeds.

hatchers of issue death dampens flax with feeds
latchers of tissue death stamp upon blown steeds
and a bummer of ruled deaths hiss for rain-reeds
and a burner of stooled deaths trample under feeds
ah a learner new to dirt knowledge rides on reeds
la la, canny cunt-caressers close ashen stone-steeds
beneath a nelly spunker that fucks all night and day;

and when dilly nights turn into dilly day then bees
will buzz with the patient mad till true selves seize

heavenly fallowed faces dawdle then break in two
o cities shared with faces dawdle then break in two
heavenly billowed faces dawdle then sink god's ship
and we will need our ship of death as we sink truths
and, la la, a breaker of lips delimits faithful truths

and when dilly nights come, we will surely move
emptiness and endlessness with a family sleuth
and a bed of princes storms dreams when moods
star-silence fallen stasis; and a bed of bread broods
after gods, times, bodies, angels; and sin grooves.

hatchers of sisterhoods don cake as coded nudes
strap a case of sand across sex-pinions, and nudes
la la, eyes idolise us as weeders whip upon candy
and a bled sky swallows killers and we will prove
that timed bodies, burned, cry out for wept roods
.
O tallowers under ferns give head to wide spores
O fallowers under perms give head to hair-wards
and ashen biddies must pretend
to shoot the whole world dead as world's end.

Uh

AND WE WEEVIL AFTER
PAINTED LOVERS

and we weevil after pained lovers as we move
a donny of a sad man with dinted fingers. O,
as we ride from rest, we listen to killers, O,
eyes burn up for deaths as a bodier of rivers
rots forevermore; and candles jam lit fever

leechers of sisterhoods leech after mirrors
ah ah, a wake of hands washes thumb-terror
and a mad island flashes when senses shiver
and we weep for ashes as we snip lovers

heavenly fallowed faces dawdle then quiver
and a dummy boy builds veins from scissors

when silly high jumped kites swirl in death's sky
i learned about old night; O, a burier of soft minds
hisses under fire when a boated cross of skies
raises romancers from bald bathing sea-minds
and eyers of blinded guns glow under sea-spies

heavenly borrowed meadows wash sad tithes
easily hallowed shadow washes mad sea-wives
and we arise from dirt-deaths to find false knives
sinking budders into a coop of tyres; and we ride.

 

WASHING WIDE MEN
WISH UPON DEATH

wishing wide men wish upon death; O, brides
sea-wail for gems; and a sun of mess cries
and, O, as we send sand to sleep then we die

wishing wild men wish upon wrecks as tides
sail out, out, out for dizzy scapes inside eyes
and we must learn how to cape nude skies

weeping walled women sleep for heat and
doggy dangermen endanger swept fans
and, laced, a sudden stranger wakes Ram

o, wishers of stone kiss decks as shippers
drop titanic rescues; and we ride from fathers
and we weep for scanned weed as lovers

sluice a vase of peat with pleated killers..

illers of slain sea rock across a waved gun
um um, eyes ride from floss as grave-guns
grope shooter rivers; O, manses in the sun
topple easy houses; O, fences in the sun
topple easy cases; O, trenches in the rain
shine aside a moon as we shine on veins

illers of slain seas rock across a cunt-drum
and a weeper under rot cries aside lunged
baby beacons
and we ride from county sleep where scum
pours from out lazy mountains

and icers of blown desire doctors old mums
and levers of screwed fire. Ahm, fountains
feed after flame as a body on the moon
kneels upon paradise

CHEWERS OF CHICKEN
SKIN SUPPERS FOR KNIVES

chewers of chicken skin supperS for knives
o ruiners of women swim after gold lives
and, massed, children race down under wide
body burners. And a dog of dust sun-slides
under blind water where a cat on its side
rat-hunts for blubber; and a cat on its side
will prey before fever as a cagey wolf-guide
dragglers after levvies and rivery bat-rides

illers of slain sea-clots walk upon grey tides
o kindlers of sail-slots race upon grey tides
and a weeper inside a face taunts grey tides
and a birchy bladder bomb ignites grey tides
and we slide as we drive from east to west
la la, i overturned lies to find jaunted tides
with slammy salters of bedded blown breasts

and there's somebody feeling eaten passions
and, ah, there is somebody feeling prisons
and a widener of dead noddies leads passions
to dunny blorters of dun soups and treason
and, uh uh, someone is feeling tits and cunt
and, uh uh, my lost hot sex-lunge has to junk

all waterers of dinny sex when grey bunk
bottles eely water with codas of fuck-spunks
and i will choose to enter in a green grey funk
and i will choose to enter into green gay junks
and, Oh Oh, eyers of centaurs reap deaths.

Oh, a candy christ uses crosses to
cause gods to dance blue waves
and mentalis uses clocks for slaves

uh

 

O WE ARE REELING IN THE EAST

 

o we are reeling in the east while gathering up the teas
o we had sad feelings while coffee-cuppers clasped weed
and a bone of bonny blood brags after toffee-slutters
o we are reeling in the east while gathering up the teas
and a spire of evil rises up from bile and a song for trees
will banish beads to naked leaves; and a body's butters
spread pony-jams upon roasted bees that sting udder
o we are reeling in the east while gathering up the teas

and, la, there is somebody else feeling a woman's seed
and, la, there is somebody else eating from female need
and a sea of slags straps a fucked lens around gold seed
and, la, there is somebody reeling under cum as need
trackles within a bodyless bone-lunge. O, we shape teas
..
all waterers of dummy sex don blue grey mummy cloths
o slaughterer of bummy sex dons grey blue daddy cloths,
and easterly rising men will gather teas from hot moths
and, la la, eyed drizzling men must seize beds from lost
vacant spastic castles. And madness owns the Cross.

Uh

DENTAL RABBIT DRILLERS

dental rabbbit drillers which sink cavaties into wine
warp parted ripper teeth with softness under calamines
o mental goblets strip teeth from veiny dunmmy vines
and i am scented by passion's sea-funk when loss
fastens to the flax of a wended mental cross; and loss
loots upon sashes of ended driller hose; O, sea-pines
pee upon a village green as a lousy old water pump
piles aside a gallow-scene that ripens into hot spunk

all waterers of dummy sex dons blued mummy cloth
and, doctored, warders of sex don blind daddy cloth
and a moat of spleens raiders fter menstral boy-rot
and, doctored, wardens of cathedrals bless old minds

dental rabbit drillers that sink cavaties into wine spine
a dollar of a videotech with bound feet and calamines
and a boat of bread broaches bone with fay designs
la la, a butterfly on a breached cock-barge has to sign
upon dyed muttered minds; and a head made from rot
hips to a city-beat; and my damaged head has to stop.

oo a menstrual crow pecks all things right as bus-stops
oo a mental show serves carrions to comforts
and, once we seem swerved, then bleeded star-shops
must turn and burn then entirely disappear

uh

 

THE CAVATINAS OF EASY CONCERTINAS

the cavatinas of easy concertinas cut the place men tread
o the easters of easy common dreamers cut a sea of bread
and a livid crumbly cake soul softens under mental lead
o a petrol pussy plate must surely turn a sun aside stars
and a pisser upon a slate will surely burn in tireless bed
and a body boner that latchers onto cunny-snapt bread
may well appear atoned; and a sea of honeyed thread
stiches the winds of the dead where the ancient dead
draggle for urban turbanned city hair; O, i am dead?

dental rabbits drill for bright tails as a massive cunt
cops hold of a dunny dude fuse that dresses dun junk
in bloodded skies that drink to a grey sun; and red spunk
swallows lemon crabs as an ivy memory heeds bumped
bodyless baby-wars that clamber up, up too fucking high
and a sea of ruby-wards slammer a cut pup with wide
macadam men who snapper against slutters of espied
masterers of magical maternal masturbators. O, lies ride

upon a bruised moon; and sad suns burn when scribes
accuse madam moon about sky-writers and old highs..

A RAT FROM ROMAN REASON

a rat from roman reason rides aside gold sirens
o cat from indolent treason
heaps hats up highs where the summers of legion
chap after latrines
o a rat from roman tribes ride aside old ravines
& we toast a bat when
a bed of oats cuts keen dreams from grey dreams
..
crisscrossed, a curvy mister raises ropes high.-
this side of selves, a dunny sister ropes spied
sandy massed mien
..
a rat from roman reason writhes aside diamonds
& as eyes heap eyes, then a vinyl record pie-man
builds a rick of ribs from lecterns under red-rain
..
when once we study sex then we come to stain
peacock piles with muddy nude molls
oh, as infants style pigs, then a fig of fast dolls
dollops rivers under fanny foals
...
crisscrossed, a curvy kisser raises ropes high
& we do what's done to men
& we listen to old women

the trippers of hot minds melt under soft crows
o, a cornice of shot spines
breaks sound
o lippers of soft wynds pelt thunderous crones
& we listen to easy mamma
.
when once we dig for rooms then we stone
olden waxy widows with candle-bones
la we harp for cats when a pig under drones
carries bad boys far West
,,
the strippers of red minds sunder soft lobes
& we supper for a mood
o we hip after fed nudes
& a hissing mine digs for naked sky-roods
& we give greased head to female roads
..
crisscrossing, a cage of wine toasts toads
& a bell of chants
chants the mantrum where a cell of code
dies, dies,
ohhh

jumping jazzy gaolers nip for locked sky.
..
*

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A RAT OUT OF JAIL

a rat out of jail jams a jacking cliff
oh a slit of girl-hands give rise to lips
oh a spine of gal-brands whn old hits
heap a body in a train

a rat out of veils lands a crazy mist
ah, when once flowers ram lazy mits
then bodies under monkeys seize hips
& a bone of blinds
sea-hangs starry wynd
..
crisscrossing.a bat of bines bollocks
after five seasons where old crock
carries jewels under sullen cold cocks
& we winkle after moonish sea-slots
& we sink a valley into money
..
these days, where a teary junkey
sweats selves from Ides, raw honey
jams prism boards & ruddy delis.

the visual vast sails of a cunny tree
locks missions into beads
-this side of youth, where burnt high teas
swallow fat,
a windower of rats traps closed leaves
.,.
a catkin on its side has eyes for sleeves
o & we will rock
every single side of the dock
...
the visual vast sails of a cunny tree
races down to a pearled sea
& eyes in skies glow just like a bee
..
lo

*
LEAPING LEOTARD LADIES

leaping leotard lady lashes a weeping
wide world where dogged caps seize
a bunny wolf from the midnight seas
lawhen once a bunch of fast leaves
locls a spermy fist around the sleeping
then a cat of bats must catch ceilings
hatching fire to naked purple sleeves

once above a time, we heard dweebs
weeviling around a narrow earth-..
coded salt seed shaped us as birth
serenades noon-light with night-birth

leaping leotard lady lashes a weeping
wild world where dug dugs stop wine
..hah.
mazy naked hoards hip after vined
smokey tonsures of canine sea-blind
buddy calves.
& cava clambers christs into dives
& karma clambers mice into drives

the day when we saw a red-eyed hero
abusing a stereo yoyo,
i, slashed around, donned a poncho
& a sea of mites stings furry zero
massing moonshine
..
when once a dog of earth heaps us
nder nuked naked star-cosines
then we will snap guns across lust
& a vast vampy river under dusk has
odes to ogres
O

THE DAY WHEN WE SAW
A RED-EYED HERO

the day when we saw a red-eyed hero
abusiing a stereo meadow
then a digital smelt sun-slot hears us
winding down windows under shadow
..
I have used a feline trampoline where
dated city gods creep under hair
..
*
wow, what with a wintry pin-kid
shavin' hands with wine
we will surely rid ourselves of times
& a bended cliff aside a mind
digs for doggy jams where old figs
shine just like a woman
/
the diggered star-fire jabs drams
, o where height moves, then edams
swing belfries out of nunneries
& a host of lips float upon sedans
& we whip our washing clean?.
..
saddlers of candlemas crashes
oo weary saviours open flashes &
a rat from a gaol's ribband
softens bats with diesel grails
..
eyes supper Ides when dreams
dam a wheezy easy car-screen..

END

*

O A WIDENER OF
WOLFING MUSHROOMS

o a widener of wolfing mushrooms
jeers at polished bedrooms,
o a silence under killings sees noon
awaking to understand
hot mawing beds that spin in sand
..
o & we sleep for rest when runes
rope poetry stereo to closed spoons
ah, as we suffer salt sounds
then a helter of mamma surrounds
dark deaths where a blind clown is
stopped, by pure fire.

& a widnener of wolfing glassrooms
must peer inside demure pyres;
& we dance for grey lies as choirs
ignite city bends
..
o as we creep to sleep then we tire
for sufferers of pushy dream-fires;
& a sad mad look will walk de fires
& a boat of dads
will hurl love's oars away
for one screened day & forever?

where jacking jumper-men send dust
outside a red world
then a bone of pearls will send musk
where, looped, a disc of tusks
rocks all dreamt blue girls

o a bomb of wine ignites for old
golden fools
o a seat of brine leaps as souls
swallow blue gals
..
where jacking jumper-men send dust
outside a gripped whorl
then blonde beezers bag curls

forever

*

ADJOINED AT THE KNEES

 

adjoined at the knees, a dying active mermaid
drops her blind sea inside a grave
o idolised by old bees, a dying active mermaid
drops her salty tail
..
once upon wine, a fisherman of old grails
dabbled after sea-hissers under sails
& snappy rafters gafter after blue waves

adjoined at the leaves, a dying active rider
raises endless storm-clouds from fevers
.
eyes under eyes eat dregs as old killers
die, die, die
.
where jacking juniper men seal lips
then a bod of honey polllenates ships
o, a boat of blood
hangs veins from dreamt drugs when
a vasness of vales vamps for gemmed
gravy loves
..
ah, a baby in a flower drops drugs
ah, a buddy in caked bowers mugs
coded Teresias....
odd wrinkled dugs feed Teresias
huh drinking pugs peal Teresias
& Teresias plays dead?..

luh luh luh
we are disablers of de robots of Du
luh luh luh
we are the robo men whose cold suits
come sinking a dog in the moon
and Isis comes between us?

La

 

WE WALLOP CODED CLOUDS

 

we wallop coded clouds-
we gallop for rolled crowds-
once aside whores, we summoned sex,
& a wall of radios
falls, falls
uhh

^& wallop robed clouds with
easy eaten riflers.Ah,, cribs
carry cunny where
bobbies arrest thinned hair
uhh

wives under wives ooze kids
underneath nightly hurt air
& we swing for meaty pigs

where jacking bolt-men make sleep
hiss in bed
then a dog of cavvies eats quiet wheat
& a cage on a stage has sex
bragging for guinea-stinkOh, death
drops rats in a bath
..
straggglers of acid rafts ram rest's
easy tranquil vein
oh a nick of pain sours dark nets
& rats may well stain
sugar mice with sea-skeins
..
where jacking vault-men shake sleep
then a dolly with soft brains
will scatter brollies against heat's
videoed idiot sweated mask..

Lo special sweeties for old ladies
layer towns with saline ditties
Lo, special freebees for old babies
layer towns with buggy-beaties
la la la
la ahh ah- we arrived home to find
nothing left alone.

 

PONCHOS WITH POGOS

ponchos with pogos pee against a church-wall
la, as kids cry for christs
then a bench of old wives
fish for navy stall-eaters, Oh, opened light
leaps a ghost where dizzy killers
crashdown
...
inside a tangerine town we towel altarlife
aside from owl-lit magnum nudes
la a vest on a cowl raps against nudes
& a sexy villa heaps houses where night
drops a glued gun
..
wow, pens with ink stink of dyslexic
body blows
wow, piggies on the brink seize crows
& a ghost of Israel
murders evil Nazi vein-grails
.
aside a tangerine town, we towel gayness
but naked nuclear straight men hear
golden aiders of cocked advisors
o we strip after guns as penis riders
shave gals down
..
ponchos with pogos pee against a church-wall
& we rise as we crawl

*
THE ROOKERS OF RADIO

the rookers of radio rainbows reap after
salty claves where bat-beds swam for fathers
o, a dog of breasts
walked hisself where radio pink-crows net
a raven on a crest
O

once aside decks, we snared a bird-flex
ah we pray for wrecks
& a spool of pure fire shits upon slips
& as times burn, then wide whips

heed spunk where dizzy grey gnits
supper on boiled human hair.... Grips
slash on ice as a bather of aired lips

wallows after bad birchers.... Laaa
all light must end when coded cars
light a spent ignition

*
oh i have glistened for the lunar fathers
oh eyes have missioned for
coded coda Leda
& we ride a sawn swan when whores
widen into Zeus-fever
..
laaa forever & ever, i will see wards
ramming down the Bethlem powders
& wide wives burn after
Andromeda & eager Hector...

oh i have glistened for the lunar mamma
ohm eyes under me have scored
bad body blows beneath coded gourdes
.

& WE CHANT THE MANTRUM
WHEN WORDS

& we chant the mantrum when words
fall like dumb-beaked easy chickens
la la la....

Forever & eternally more, kitchens
will arise from steely dammed lungs
& a bummy bear sucks false honeys
from spectres whose haunted guns

shoot phantoms stone-dead... Uh?

the lesions of the dead & drained
hire razors from old beds
^&, sun-stalled, we hear of grain
&, gun-galled, we listen to breads
& the stations of death's factories
greases up love with lime-laundary
..
the rhythms of the dead are stained
under radios which swing for rain
& a blind of wizeners rings veins
aside of mutes where coda maims
trainywards with cavvy geese
..
the lesions of the dead & drained
hire razors from old beds
oh baby hay-golds take famlies
under bagging fires,.,. O, apiaries
bomb bitten samphires when devs
drink to the dirts of lady Gods
...
emptiers of blind cathedrals stop

aahhh...bended breweries rot
aahhh..rended aviaries rot
aahhh..shended apiaries slow down
down
down

& youth & Man is out of town.

*
THE EASY EATING LAUNDERETE

the easy eating launderette where i cleansed
me and gemmy germs
have now my screaming head-set under
natty drapes & curtains
o a bay of ferns flashes ashes under seed
o a grave of perms lashes hashes under weed
& a sawn splayed city heaps bends
outside-in where natrons swing for dead-ends
..
the easy eaters of washed crowds are
sent to lazy sleep where a bed of soap-cars
hiss & twirlaround.. Ah i feed soup-jars
to bevvies of broken beels & foamy rivers
..
wow, once we have learnt of lies then tar
will surely blow the head of a pinnace
& we take our facelss pinance into card
& we whip napes with a naked blue-scarred
wedded optic body..
..
o a bay of burns bakes a tawny bud for a
naked eagle-heap of fawned floes & calves
..
this side of a scream, we respire for tarred
body breaks..
underneath caned cake, an urban dummy
is wound where the mummy cloths are
wrapped about bronzed giddy spitters
...
accidental phlegm was paved with scars,-
a romantic jewel-den saws in halves
the lilting lemon press of a draggy heart
/
some let me tell you of the TV's dart
some let me tell you of carts,
some let me sell you the radio arch,-
o some tell me of visual brided sparks
..
the easy nail-vanished scraped cross
drops to Mary's sleeves
la la, a phlegmy dweeb uses de cross
to crisscross dunes with Lights
and weavers must come
homeward, where darners use nights

to sunder maria with martyred sons
,
Eh??

*

A WINDSCREEN
OF FLOWERS

a windscreen of flowers glisters for
gardens of pure scented wars
&, oh, as we sail against wards then
a windscreen of sin thunder-swims
underneath emeralds & bitumen

when once a signet of pure glass
shrivels into empty masques, then
mamma will wed her dead son's
burning swiped head-gun

& windscreens of flowers flicker,
& a sea of grails
vale-valleys into intercity kickers,
oh, we laid our feelings down,
ah, we laid our power for sound
&, duped, we raided tangy town

the diggers of the easy dead will
outspread emptied sexy bread- O,
a dome of ghosts car-crashes;
& blinded meadowers swill
cackling coal-tar scissor thrills
..
when once we burn, then furling tars
must weaken under rain
&, lashed, a house of veinous scars
star-lighten trees with pain

& windscreens of flowers flicker
& a sea of grails
vale-valleys into intercity kickers,
oh, we laid our feelings down
ah, we laid a tower for sound
&, nuked, we raided tangy town

the punishers of bread dam kills
& sex goes on the run
& deaths slides under spun lungs

o
a windscreen of flowers shatters under
sweated splintered sex
o, centaurs of killers crash for wonder
& a bed of mirrors
mentalises old car-death

once upon a mind, i learned of cells
o as suns grind, then wedded bells
sink wideners into forced signalled
body wrecks
..
a windscreen of flowers scraps pus
ah, a bed of sea-showers
wallops sunken glass- Oh, red lust

eats rolled reminders of lost trust
..
& a windscreen of flowers flickers
& a sea of grails
vale-valleys into kickers
...ohh we laid our feelings down
ah, we laid a tower for sound
&, nuked, we raid the tangy town.
...
Lahhhhhh
are we on the nightship?

 

 

BOWELS OF FLOWERS

bowels of flowers fix a flashed life to
chapels of truths
& we study truth when holy nudes
mess us with bad boys & dilly snoops
& a nuke of loops
sinks a coil into mushed ground
& we swagger after humming coops
..
washing men haggle for rolled newts
o, as blue earths wed an eft to suits
then we suffer glan's fever
..
bowels of flowers fix a fast christ to
mettlers of mess & money
uh...
we will study heat as we hear truths
cutting pretty liars.
*
if those pretty lies come near me then i shall
summon death for skies
o if coded cities end me, then i will writhe
& a bay of bone brawls after celled minds?
..
once aside a stave, i sweated after swine
ah, a peach of plum pealed lemon & times
dolloped tape on crossed eyes
& i heard heroes jeering at fast mines
.
eager eaters of Japan cry for sun-grimed
evil God...& god is freed & god is slimed
*
the dogdayed dolor of a dune-man drugs
easy liars with eaten lugs
o as faces think of a swung jam then
old clogs click where dolly women
stop dead

 

AHH
WE HAVE THE NAMES BY HEART

ahh
we have the names by heart.. Old men
sweat cold glass as
we summon dollars from british glass
& we are dodged under mills
& we are swabbed under hills
& we will listen out for windmills

ahh
the digger of dangers drops the past
underneath graded killer cadavers...Masks
melt for pillars
& we arouse rivers when seas of flasks
drown no more.....Eaters of sadness
starve..

we wallop when we wallow
ah we gallop under trees & a widow
funnels for sheer bells where dark shadow
drops sex inside a tank
what with biscuits in cisterns
& what with silk-lips in a u-bend, then
hot grey wank has never had it so good...
we wallop when we wallow
la we dollop dirty soups inside shallowed
dogdazzlers
& we rob a rolling smile from meadows
& we glance aside the mirrors
& our mirror stands upon a hill
...
native ladies to pain trap Isis as rills
swarm up for a storm of fishy frilled
winos whose ginny body appears filled
with u-bends & candy pistons
...
what with hens on fire, we will iron
love's pluperfect face
& Aaron suppers space as old Zion
must shield whores from Israel
.. & we draggle for loaned space
..
.
Ah

LIMEY LOATHED TREES

limey loathed trees that weep under widows
hears a heated mind-cat
mewling after droned wives of sex-bats
& we suffer wine when a glass of rats
capture collies with five hands
...
when once a sea of minds drops, then
a star-dyed transfer of spined chicken
must rock a glass bar
...
limey loathed leaves sleep under mallows
& we heed snapped stairs
& we fall down a fatal snared
blown british body?
when once a bine of sparks fuels prisms
then we see arise a feline-moon
& we suffer trippers of titty prisons when
dogdazzlers walk wavy digger dunes,
.,.
i have seen the death of day dreaming for
faceless dolly iron... & as we snapper rooms
then we stride down emptied hallways!
*
O as the empty binaries of Britain bend
endless nuked balloons
then we study strippers as we die..
odes to rivals suck tit cartoons & lies
loop a dancy dressers down blind tides
.
once, when we lost night, then cocoons
daubed a doggy prancy chin-hen
slopping vavoom where a sea of gems
ginned after dolors of deathly runes
..
eyes inside eyes will terminate wives
lo, a stall of scribes sells mess to tides
& olden odals anoint a urine-bride's
cat-depressing sauna of bread-bites
..
O as the families of England end
then pushers ply after guilty gin
/
*

O WHAT WITH
BISCUITS IN THE CISTERNS

o what with biscuits in the cisterns &
silk-lips down the u-bends
we will suffer as we penetrate sand
& a bone of necks must don men
& a sea of punches must seize slammed
dizzy blamed bodies.
...
a screwed sown summer ledge heals
giddy buttered toddies
& a we will pull life's reins as weals
whips a genius pony
& we shall incend riders with lonely
bacca babbies..
oo what with biscuits in the cisterns &
sylvan slitties down the fans
then we must supper for easy hands
..
lo as we force a face under clams
then we suffer cakes beneath scram
& we yearn after gilded clit-canned
cagey westend groupies?
canine catty riders eat aside smoothies
& an easy brother loosens
bruised bonds where lonely ladies
chant a blonded mantra...
o what with buns down the mean road
old kids will halt when slow-crows
caw at a bendy beard...Oh Oh Oh...
ehhhh
Ahhh men.....

 

MENKIND STOCKS CAKES
IN CISTERNS

menkind stocks cakes in cisterns
o, where wives break
then we learn of slavers.. o, miction
pisses under lakes:
the dufflers of the mad pinion
all veins & tall lives
..
Oh

the newspaper pigs who deliver sand
have no dreams to read
o a star of peppers rigs after islands
.
when once a sea of sheets sleeves
all lives & lies then steeds
damage petals with pussied cries
..
endlessness has to drop here....uh

one zillion wives widen into parks
oh we walk the sex-mile where dark
dons a sleeping pose
and leotards fall from sleep as loaves
get sliced apart
o, a natural heart has to carve
cloakrooms from biddies

& a fatal train leads beds to scarves
& a natal drain
causes handlers to drink red rain

la la la la
ahhhhh: focal fotal femurs will
wrap drams in porn-priories as
hillocks pummel penis-pled-glass

Oh

 

WHEN ONCE WE SOFTEN

where once we soften, then we
closedown all croppers of a crow's
winged drapes
one zillion wives widen into parks
ah we stride for dreams when apes
wallop chimpanzees.
*
odals under udders squirt silk-milk
o one zillion killers
drop a wedding gun
& we suck mousaka from a sun's
sea-burning soft sphere
,.,
we lay a zingered finger on tears
la, a ball of light
crams tongues down midnight's christ
& we swing, swing
,,
Uhh
*
the empress of a carmine fool star-shapes
shaven sister crepes
o a pan of lions burns crates
& we hunt for sweeteners of mental
moon-disasters.
ferny sex flutes drown, - red pastures
capsize into a shadower of fathers
..
the empress of a blood-red nude scrapes
asses from pratted sugar-slates
...
endless empires burn when cakes
crumble for a cake-walk.

 

CANDIFIED KILLERS
CRASHDOWN

candified killers crashdown
lo a a beat of millers cakes our town
& we learn of meat
& we study sleep

once, when self stopped, i drowned
ah a boat of wheat
sailled my bollocks dry & i drowned
underneath the earth?
carndified killers crashdown when
softening emptied birth
sweetens dreams with wine-curs
& we walk after
nuclear men who dare not serve
Lah!

the cripplers of sweet marriage raid
rollered romantics
&, loosened, body semantics raise
river-running environs where trades
glow for bionics
when once we stuffed bread under
thunderous pussy flesh
then we shoved hot biscuits under
father & mother...
we will fight the nudes of lovers
&, loaded by night, we will lather
dolly-danger.
&, corroded, entropy under fevers
splays cosmo with a new killer's

blinded dun-minded grey scissor
& a sandman drops shinglers across
pepilepsies
and a blower of pregnancies
doctors eyes with knees.

Oh?

MARIGOLDS MESS UP

 

marigolds mess us up with green roses
la, a tree of poses
docks a dammy summer
& we sweat for winter
& we don green noses.
underneath chapels, we hear father
dragging topers from mumma
& we abuse hot wrecks
& we don green posies
..
a dodger of mad deaths see rise
bruisers of dapplers...Oh, we ride
against lost rain
& odes of faces must star-bride
radios of pure noise & mad lies.
*
messes made pure & whole will
chant for a diamond father
o nurses made demure must fill
wide hills with criminal midnights
when once a bud of iron writes
upon keen, mean easy corn, then
meeses made puire & whole must
slant a sappy finger under dust
...
corneas of men kneel for lust's
rodded bed where blinded lusts
loosen vales into sails
& we ram butters down veils
& we serenade a moon-tailed
budded blooded bread-busts
...
messes shaved by wool swill
diamantes & venereal windmills
& renal butters gets murdered
& venal shutters get deposed
& virtual hussies
appear fed to blinded pussies

la la la
oo i lost a wheelchair
& eyes will die forever?

*

HOH, WHAT FOR A SEASONER

hoh what for a seasoner of celled selves?
hah what now for a killer of blue shelves?
i have frowned at the noon-day heat where
my passing belly daubed farmer's hairs,
o when once i learnt of coded sun-dells
then i jacked my midnight flower..
hoh, what for a seasoner of swelled cells?
hah, what for gold onion-powdered bells?
i have entertained the dark sun-styles
&, as we scream, then i must see dials
jazz-jamming idioms of catty tree-smiles
....
oh i have the words by heart as if like
a neon hallways crammed with mice
& i will surrender to tilings of red christs
..
fussy fistulas of fascinating grass hikes
dolly dolers with creamy handle-mikes
.,.
we speak from midair as romantics
rock for a moggy mane... laaaahhh
ahhh...

THE END THE END THE END
DE END DE END
O THIS IS THE END
BUT THE DEATH IS NOT DEFINED
O THIS IS THE END
BUT THE SEX OF DEATH IS NOT REFINED

Uh Uh Uh

AMEN..

THIS SCARECROW ROAD

 

this scarecrow road, as naped in ghosts as slaughter,
heeds a chilly pumpkin Escariot,
o this midnight halloween-writ raises dolls from water.

as we tread for swinging ghouls, a devil under us
bangs in scarred hands where a puller's night crush
carries a sister's tricky treater of topped carry-cut
snakers of bobbing apple-corspes.

this scarecrow road, as popped in head as stormers,
walks a midnight row.....& crowed devil-dawners
share deadened lips with a bleeded lucifuge...

a winch of fallen gallows tree-hangs old hosts,
a witch of falons mallows a sea-hag's ropes,
& we dig for turniped scissor-wine when bodies

bag mess up in a wasted teasing house of voices.

all-hallows-weave strides this scarecrow road
all-killers-weeds strangle a bruised insect lobe
& toads go down

now!

*
THE DOGGERS OF A FINED
HEADPIECE

The doggers of a fined headpiece
cock-krill for scented wheaty fleeces
o, a blonded body of faces
feels for loud nights where ald leases
lend a bald house to a false room
& we suffer gates as gropers swoon
..
we have the eager dreams by heart-
the cages of light,
the rages of christs
o we have the dumb words we knew-
the stages of night
the faces of the moved
& we topple grass from third-sight
..
the doggers of a refined shadow-man
rock kiosks with blind tables
& we summon cunt-lice from gables
& we know the fist-proofed woman
of choppered farms & rotators.
.
i will always kill god's painters when
arches fail to fall.

a balded vapor of a mad man has to cram
blonded capers down a baby's hands
o a bake of light lops meadows when drams
dazzle us with veins & radios
..

ODES TO OLD SECTIONS

odes to old sections side with crab-lands
o eyes will suffer wives
& we shall slitter after dyes when lies
yield killed ghosts with spies..
..
a balded vapor of a sad man has to slam
old grey fanny
& we arise from money when grey lambs
mate with mam & daddy...Ohh-
we have the words by heart... Ohh-
we hear a blind angel stabbing hard
billers of winter
& winter delves for mother?
..
*
ideal dunny darlings dig a hitting god's spleen
o a sweater for loud starlings
has a berry for a choker- & we size dreams
& a watery wool-window paws staring
greeny idols who peer inside mental-screens.
...
once upon a meadow, we saw a nude death
inflaming virgin wives with dolly necks
& we suffer breakfast meads
& we supper after hostels & bunny beads
..
ideal dunny darlings drag a lipper's scream
o, a digger of a diner's vermin
clasps a killer's cram around an ermined
glass bay where laughing deans
dog-daze a spool of massing missives
..
ideal chokers chap kine-girls as riders
drop from hips & study worldly drivers
..
Eh?

MALE CHATTERERS

male chatterers of keen choked cherries
lay a stoned marine around family
& a boat of wine toasts death...Oh-
where once we cry for honey then crows
dig for dark wingers
.
we know the birds by heart; we slow
pockets of feathers underneath sloes
& we brew a mousy gin from clothes
& we know all the birds by heart
..
male chatterers of mean choke berries
lay a city-spine where gilded oak-darts
abuse a slaver's moon
& we have dangerous sky-throws
& we know all the birds by heart
..
once aside a tear, we swore for crows
-ah, once aside a sphere, we star-stoved
babby binners with ropes & moon-mauved
doddery ships of scarves..
endlessness weeps for wolfed jams

& i will soften songsters with a musical disease
la eyes will widen
uh skies will seize men
& i will soften songsters with a musical disease..
o the moon looks down upon this mental town
o a noose of starred hooks
expand dogdazers when a bed of rooks
lammers after dolly dillies who burn books
..
& i will soften songsters with a musical disease
la minds will siren
after menstrual seasons & a fist of old bees
believe in a stinging sea of guilty robed seed.
eyes beshrew the brassic dark .... old umber
rocks a daddy boy as modemed arks thunder for
laid lights & daisy lubes..

END

 

FOR SEASKINS

i found this jaw on the beach once - O
a candler-cut falls as bad bonces swim for
old caves & redmen
& faces merge with food as war
wends wolves from woollen seamen

& seaskulls rend
waves & wrinklers, & i found a sculled pen
writing winter where wide bulbs drank dead

& in found this jaw on the beach once- O,
a candier of collapsers will
sky-raid handlers from easy fallen hills
and baby madam domino
caused seas to slide far far away

Ahhhhh

a compass under rivers must redden graves
o, a scented father must darken
chalky Venus with forks and fiery gardens

OhOhOh

the end is very endless
the stars appear aimless
and I-ching buddies use cans
to car-murder hands and drams

Finito!!

*
CLOISTERS OF HIDDEN
SOUPY WOMEN

Cloisters of hidden soupy women
hide a sea of sex-bells
riders of bitten lazy children
hide inside a wishing-well,
and the wives of saints
crap upon twinned hands, and
cloisters of hidden easy bawds
tread the chill earth.

windy seas of nothingness
roar against a chain. Lo, sex
lowers its knickers
and a hubby in a rooftop reads
dirty peoples loud tarots
.
cloisters of hidden soupy women
hide a peeing manger when
crapped out earrings pierce hens
and we ring a gold world
.
windy seas of emptiness swirl
dog-dayed bat-men
wntry leas cut headlessness
and a boat of earls
sails then heals the world
..
Uh Uh
darksome chasms inside girls
drag a slit piano from ole pearls,
and deniers go to sleep
and depraves ride from sleep
Uh Uh
darkness drowns like a crab as
seasands mask mitchers aside
pure sex-gas
O

MY FAVOURITE
SCREEN IDOL

my favourite screen idol when young
had a mask across her face.
Deaths dumb us down with suns
and death shines like one billion suns

as we sail out to die, a sea of fathers
bears a mummy curse to
a baby family
o a house of memories hears truth
caging skulls under the bodies
and we stay behind blue bodies.
,,
my favourite screen angel when young
had a mask across her face
Sex sets small deaths alight
December's dead bee hears de night,
and my mental shoe-lace
busts
and causes slippers to shoe-displace
hands, heels, feet,
aahh

wideners of wild wool stich then darn
knitters with easy chants..

*
O-LA, WHERE WIND-WELLS
DRY

o-la where wind-wells dry
will not be known to summer's sky
falls to wiccan earth
o-la where wind-wells cry
will not be known until god's eyes
are crisscrossed inside
mien and cradles
and a babby in a beak listens for
easy widneners of female war
o-la

where wind-wells die will never
send a girl to level-pleasure
and the canny clay-cold lover
will admit a sun to a mumma
and the christeners of lovers
give rise to a baby's
green-eyed child genoa
o-la

the weavers of a wild wife
whips a torn holy donkey
and eyes under knives will strike
berry-bombs where
grey fingers push through air

mindless midday men messed me
deeply down inside
endless silent movie-men writhe
and we cry for evening
and we cry for screaming lies
O

a barn of sadness entertaisn us
Deaths suffer deadliness
Cells lock the back
and a baby in a kinema-seat heaps
coded film spawnography
O

MINDLESS
MIDDAY MEN

mindless midday men messed me
deep down where woman burned
and i have seen the loveless dead
jamming all cinematics
ahhhh

screened worlds under fire tread
sex trade with woollen horse-thread
and we have loosened
all of our petting reeling minds.

whilst reeling, i saw a dummy of a dog
spinning where canines wreck
all poodlers and all feline stick;
and the maker of the Wall licks
cold sea-snouted body walls; and lips
press a dolly hanky to a soul
ah my sex is reddened and blue trips
corner me with moggy collonades
... as we glide and ride we heat clits
and leave the dummies to the snipped
mourning dawning flower

cunt crashes
junk flashes
eager eaten slingshots peal the hour
with decorous nips
and a gay money monk has crypts
crying for dirt's dolled lover
and we lead filthy dog-men where
easy cunny madams
sway and storm in a bag of hairs
ah ah ah

WE SNIP A SALTY SUCKER

 

we snip a salty sucker as pears
feed aphrodisaics to mummy mares
and stallion bridlers
bang heated mule-men
beneath a crowd of evil pea-hens
.
meddled by monkies, i turned
into a gre-snared lift
meddled by mummmies, i turned
into a grey-signed tryst
and i have sacrificed to boys where
oglers of lady twists
lay special waste to coffee-fists

.cunt craners crave after bulls
cock comfortors lap warted molls
and a gangster and his mould dulls
blued streets of purple pansy flower
and we sit when hissing in a midday tower
o i extended a masted occult
to find for me the dreamer of gulls

cunt crashes
junk flashes
eager eaten slingshots peal the hour
and spies know the hour
amd we will know the hour when
crapping cousins sweat for old gems

oo the wives of March have to send
illegal porn to coded church-men, ah,
oo the brides after dark have to send
incredible movies where coastal friends
abuse a teuton's sex-hem

hmm hmm hmm
brmm brmm moon
soon soon soon
death-wedded this very noon
god's lies will breach the moon
hmm hmm hmm
brmm brmm brmm

FINITO?

 

I HAVE DECIDED
THAT THERE IS
HORSE MANURE ON THE MOON

i have decided that there is horse manure on the moon
i have decided that shit gives
a purple thumb to a dirty uterus
ahh, a bone of praise breaks.

as mad music dies,
as sad murmers writhe
as a bed of ice slides across cruel ice
we will wash our hands in lard,
and i have decied that there's horse manure inside
craters and tranquil seas
..
O

songs of silent men raise a fag from a fire
Open fires overheat
Shaken fires burn sleep,
and a boat of masks drowns beneath
endlessly burning radios

the shrapnel hear the coast harnesses
sea-sex
the anvil of the tears
abuses televisions
and a wake of glass cuts a bluebird
and fishy rockers
ram powders into coppers

songs of silent men raise a car from a tyre

instamatic razor-karma
hastens to a new week
Dark mallow rocks blurry sweets
and a sac of wine
dabs mint with brine
o a children's badge gets lost
o a woman's grab
cuts a handbag
and we clip flowers where loss
digs fingers into crab
,,
instamatic razor-karma
drops love's panties, O, Mother
will come back home now
O, father will surely
leap up from his strong-cloud
...and weepers cry, cry, cry
and dreamers die
.Inside visual sleep.

A PAPERY PEPPERY
TAKEAWAY DINNER

a papery peppery takeaway dinner
serves fish to mother
a feeder of fish forces brother
to dine upon mist
and a cloud of fire
drops dead
o peppery easy eats cut bread
o salt-ready easy shelled nuts
stop
..
aside a shopped moon, spoons
swirl teas into coffee
inside a shopped lobby, spoons
swirl cocoa into bodies
mmm we have to understand
almost everything is sweet?

Ahm, riders of ringlets bleat
Ahm, cryers of sweet lips seize
deniers from strangler's trees
and a garotte in de south
serenade vaults with mouths

a papery peppery takeaway dinner
feeds stink gouramis
with a fatal naked blood-bringer
Uh Uh

END

 

WEETABIX ON A
BROKEN TABLE

 

weetabix on a broken table
slides a pudding under labelled
expensive shopping
shredded meat gets well-cooked
endless wheat
gets boiled then fried
and a bone in a liver
sells offal to fat men

aside of death, a buyer of dirt
leads streets to sudden
city-deaths
Eyes widen
Driven diamond drools for hurt
and an owl underglass
hoots till seamen
shed beautiful seed.
..
empty now, grey crowds
cover tits in proud cum-clouds
uh uh uh

O dealers under Du
use makers for make-n-screw

END?

 

RIDERS OF PUNCHED
COLD RAIN

riders of punched cold rain
raise river men from god's vein
riders of bunched soft rain
raid shivers
o a gun of rivers
has bullets for killers
o a drum of lovers
stops

girls must run to the moon
gals will always listen
boys must sing love's tune
burnt hills must glisten
o

riders of punched cold rain
heap a mountain side
sidlers of pain suck eyes.
Easy father paint lies
o

we outstretch good hands
we ask for honey
we fall,
we crawl,
we snip shawls as money
pays for dolls
o

riders of punched cold rain
raise rider men from soft gain
raiders of lost silk
succours pushing bird-milk

Ahhh

THESE DIZZY DAYS

 

these dizzy days, i tend to sleep all morning
these easy days
when killers arise at noon
hasten to blind midnight
and a shed of iron hides dangling graves
o a bonce of lions
roars against dark evening
and my use of perfume hits slaves
;
this late night when i cooked a lunch
opts to impose a hot drip
this dead night
i cook an old egg
and my wide body tries to strip
rinds from chops
but the rind is green and hard
.
these dizzy days, i tend to sleep well till
armies shoot a dreamt world
and because a sunday tea has been
raped and killed
we will moisten cake with keen
sardine-cookers

& we will wallow when dark dreams
come shaving easy garlands
Ohhh

 

I ADMONISH PERHAPS
THAT I AM DEAD

 

i admonish perhaps that i am dead
i astonish myself with slicers
o when a war in a hill shoots lead
o when a wall in a rill
shoots scotched bread
i will perhaps varnish my grey bed
and gods will paint it purple?

the doctors of unhealthy mental deaths
use a bald steth to
heat up a dead heart
and we listen to screws..
o doctors of darkness
bedazzle swabs with mind-illness

Because hospitals are nearby
the veins of the face-syringed try
to dig a drip into love's cry
and a latent old nurse
nips a nipple from a dead-hearse

doctors of an incubated baby
listen to an infant brain-stem
and a vein of hearts
hears grey dreamers
ramming down easy flowers
,,
Because hospitals are found
dead close to everything
i will wash my hands and feed
all day and every single night

.

THESE CODED ROADS
TO EDEN

these coded roads of Eden
slap a city pony
these disabled roads are lovely
but we are dead lonely now
and the sun at night
veers within burning headlights
and a vase of rosess
shatters.

weeders of expensive gardens
dig a trowel inside
deepening birds
Failiure paves a way for lives
Seizures pay for epilepsy
and the stars of pure lies
look fiercely down.
.
these coded roads where dust
appears as strange as lust
will strut a bald hill
Because a hymen quakes
because a woman shakes
these neon valleys
must turn, spin, and break
down...

weavers of sacred city wool
weep for needles.

umbilical endless country castles
have come to use again
umber, made brick, - we see rain
crying under crenatures
and a nasty urban mill hears candles
igniting kings and queens
.

THE PALACE WHERE
I MADE MY MESS

 

the palace where i made my mess
has dangerous gardens
the mute parasols i used for sex
stride stately homes when
an eager postmodern portculis
sweeps ghosts from death-parish
..
umbilical endless country castles
have come to use again
empty national protected ruins

o i trust in the trusted
o i enjoy reflective county flour
and i shall use some flour
to make a good hot power
of wheat and cake and thread

Because i am fed to Isis
i will dip my fingers into stasis
because i fear closed spaces
i will fix a flask of tea
because i am always alone,
ideas about sanity will cede
insanity to a sea of stone
..
we ride the snaking river for
a dose of bitter waves
we contact the sea-killed and
weep, weep
O, what now for islands
but a vagrant in forgotten hands?

umbilical endless country castles
whoop for protected cradles
ancient emptiness
jacks tudor wine
and i saddle a star of timed
buzzy busy deadliness

Oh

WHEN DREAMING
ABOUT THE DEATH OF MEN

when dreaming about the death of men
eyes reel up in a foreign space
when screaming, a doll with a glass face
drops to a dumbed wax floor
and the guns of Man
arise from a cell where eaten dawgs
drag dagger gems down
ashen towns where throats in rivers mete
cold gems to Pan

ah easy lessons in god heal the killed
ah early missions believe in the frilled
iced old eye of the fast asleep
and a banner of grass
waves a weepy hand at stars in masks
o a bosom in a brain
has to titty-feed the empty thousand
ahh

a bed of bullets drags a kite from Mars
and men and eaten women
crusade for a murder in a forced car
.,.

hah..hah..hah
& i derive lies from natal cardiacs
& i define eyes from fatal seed-traps
hah..hah..hah
dusted distance directs the mind
and ravines fall to earth

uhh

 

ABODE BEMUSED?

This is a house where thoughts can fly,
Where words may sing and soar;
Within this house ideas are hived
And humming minds explore.

Inside these walls emotions brew
And feelings seethe and pour;
Beneath each ceiling dreaming throbs,
And waking thrills each floor.

Here shall the Pentecostal tongues
Find welcome as they roar
And sighs from every fertile muse
May open any door.

 

THE CHUCKING HEADS

the chucking heads of keen curves
lay waste to gallowed heavens
o the sun's wet heat burns..& cold burrs
bollock for optical raisins
..
when once we dream of tyburns
then we bake a sweet-eyed prison, oh
once upon a jack, we danced for clothes
& we hear hirelings
draggling for seers & false ceilings
...
the chucklings beds of tentative reason
have no true meanings
& we swiften for creamings as odes
cut seizure-ships from county lobes.
*
nurses of curing hate heal over
headed cut lovers
o, a horse in racing seals after
doctors of healed laughter
when once we chant, then ghosts
collonise a body-stain
& men & kids will always host
dizzy evil parties
...
nurses of curing rapes peer inside
woven beaks when
slayed grained miction rams
dollars for pursing tribes
.
oh we must hear a solid moon
crying, crying, dying
..
oooO

 

AS WE PART FISHY TIPS

as we part fishy tips then we hiss for
guilty feline mermen
o as we gut fishy nips then we lisp for
openings under peahens
.
when once we go inside, then doors
may have to open on the meek
& i have learnt about deaths..Wards
warp a nave as an altar reaps
mental dead gourdes.
as we part fishy flips, then we dish for
eaters of wide wetted church-crawls
& we must pray for prayer
& we must cry for lost air
..
once we enter in to dust then we
saunter when a bowl of naves cross
mad men & old history.

bowels of flowers fix a flashed life to
chapels of truths
& we study truth when holy nudes
mess us with bad boys & dilly snoops
& a nuke of loops
sinks a coil into mushed ground
& we swagger after humming coops
..
washing men haggle for rolled newts
o, as blue earths wed an eft to suits
then we suffer glan's fever
..
bowels of flowers fix a fast christ to
mettlers of mess & money
uh...
we will study heat as we hear truths
cutting pretty liars.
*
if those pretty lies come near me then i shall
summon death for skies
o if coded cities end me, then i will writhe
& a bay of bone brawls after celled minds?
..
once aside a stave, i sweated after swine
ah, a peach of plum pealed lemon & times
dolloped tape on crossed eyes
& i heard heroes jeering at fast mines
.
eager eaters of Japan cry for sun-grimed
evil God...& god is freed & god is slimed.

 ....

 

A RAT OUT OF JAIL

a rat out of jail jams a jacking cliff
oh a slit of girl-hands give rise to lips
oh a spine of gal-brands whn old hits
heap a body in a train

a rat out of veils lands a crazy mist
ah, when once flowers ram lazy mits
then bodies under monkeys seize hips
& a bone of blinds
sea-hangs starry wynd
..
crisscrossing.a bat of bines bollocks
after five seasons where old crock
carries jewels under sullen cold cocks
& we winkle after moonish sea-slots
& we sink a valley into money
..
these days, where a teary junkey
sweats selves from Ides, raw honey
jams prism boards & ruddy delis.

the visual vast sails of a cunny tree
locks missions into beads
-this side of youth, where burnt high teas
swallow fat,
a windower of rats traps closed leaves
.,.
a catkin on its side has eyes for sleeves
o & we will rock
every single side of the dock
...
the visual vast sails of a cunny tree
races down to a pearled sea
& eyes in skies glow just like a bee
..
lo

*
LEAPING LEOTARD LADIES

leaping leotard lady lashes a weeping
wide world where dogged caps seize
a bunny wolf from the midnight seas
lawhen once a bunch of fast leaves
locls a spermy fist around the sleeping
then a cat of bats must catch ceilings
hatching fire to naked purple sleeves

once above a time, we heard dweebs
weeviling around a narrow earth-..
coded salt seed shaped us as birth
serenades noon-light with night-birth

leaping leotard lady lashes a weeping
wild world where dug dugs stop wine
..hah.
mazy naked hoards hip after vined
smokey tonsures of canine sea-blind
buddy calves.
& cava clambers christs into dives
& karma clambers mice into drives

the day when we saw a red-eyed hero
abusing a stereo yoyo,
i, slashed around, donned a poncho
& a sea of mites stings furry zero
massing moonshine
..
when once a dog of earth heaps us
nder nuked naked star-cosines
then we will snap guns across lust
& a vast vampy river under dusk has
odes to ogres
O

THE DAY WHEN WE SAW
A RED-EYED HERO

the day when we saw a red-eyed hero
abusiing a stereo meadow
then a digital smelt sun-slot hears us
winding down windows under shadow
..
I have used a feline trampoline where
dated city gods creep under hair
..
*
wow, what with a wintry pin-kid
shavin' hands with wine
we will surely rid ourselves of times
& a bended cliff aside a mind
digs for doggy jams where old figs
shine just like a woman
/
the diggered star-fire jabs drams
, o where height moves, then edams
swing belfries out of nunneries
& a host of lips float upon sedans
& we whip our washing clean?.
..
saddlers of candlemas crashes
oo weary saviours open flashes &
a rat from a gaol's ribband
softens bats with diesel grails
..
eyes supper Ides when dreams
dam a wheezy easy car-screen..

END

*

O A WIDENER OF
WOLFING MUSHROOMS

o a widener of wolfing mushrooms
jeers at polished bedrooms,
o a silence under killings sees noon
awaking to understand
hot mawing beds that spin in sand
..
o & we sleep for rest when runes
rope poetry stereo to closed spoons
ah, as we suffer salt sounds
then a helter of mamma surrounds
dark deaths where a blind clown is
stopped, by pure fire.

& a widnener of wolfing glassrooms
must peer inside demure pyres;
& we dance for grey lies as choirs
ignite city bends
..
o as we creep to sleep then we tire
for sufferers of pushy dream-fires;
& a sad mad look will walk de fires
& a boat of dads
will hurl love's oars away
for one screened day & forever?

where jacking jumper-men send dust
outside a red world
then a bone of pearls will send musk
where, looped, a disc of tusks
rocks all dreamt blue girls

o a bomb of wine ignites for old
golden fools
o a seat of brine leaps as souls
swallow blue gals
..
where jacking jumper-men send dust
outside a gripped whorl
then blonde beezers bag curls

forever

*

ADJOINED AT THE KNEES

 

adjoined at the knees, a dying active mermaid
drops her blind sea inside a grave
o idolised by old bees, a dying active mermaid
drops her salty tail
..
once upon wine, a fisherman of old grails
dabbled after sea-hissers under sails
& snappy rafters gafter after blue waves

adjoined at the leaves, a dying active rider
raises endless storm-clouds from fevers
.
eyes under eyes eat dregs as old killers
die, die, die
.
where jacking juniper men seal lips
then a bod of honey polllenates ships
o, a boat of blood
hangs veins from dreamt drugs when
a vasness of vales vamps for gemmed
gravy loves
..
ah, a baby in a flower drops drugs
ah, a buddy in caked bowers mugs
coded Teresias....
odd wrinkled dugs feed Teresias
huh drinking pugs peal Teresias
& Teresias plays dead?..

luh luh luh
we are disablers of de robots of Du
luh luh luh
we are the robo men whose cold suits
come sinking a dog in the moon
and Isis comes between us?

La

 

WE WALLOP CODED CLOUDS

 

we wallop coded clouds-
we gallop for rolled crowds-
once aside whores, we summoned sex,
& a wall of radios
falls, falls
uhh

^& wallop robed clouds with
easy eaten riflers.Ah,, cribs
carry cunny where
bobbies arrest thinned hair
uhh

wives under wives ooze kids
underneath nightly hurt air
& we swing for meaty pigs

where jacking bolt-men make sleep
hiss in bed
then a dog of cavvies eats quiet wheat
& a cage on a stage has sex
bragging for guinea-stinkOh, death
drops rats in a bath
..
straggglers of acid rafts ram rest's
easy tranquil vein
oh a nick of pain sours dark nets
& rats may well stain
sugar mice with sea-skeins
..
where jacking vault-men shake sleep
then a dolly with soft brains
will scatter brollies against heat's
videoed idiot sweated mask..

Lo special sweeties for old ladies
layer towns with saline ditties
Lo, special freebees for old babies
layer towns with buggy-beaties
la la la
la ahh ah- we arrived home to find
nothing left alone.

 

PONCHOS WITH POGOS

ponchos with pogos pee against a church-wall
la, as kids cry for christs
then a bench of old wives
fish for navy stall-eaters, Oh, opened light
leaps a ghost where dizzy killers
crashdown
...
inside a tangerine town we towel altarlife
aside from owl-lit magnum nudes
la a vest on a cowl raps against nudes
& a sexy villa heaps houses where night
drops a glued gun
..
wow, pens with ink stink of dyslexic
body blows
wow, piggies on the brink seize crows
& a ghost of Israel
murders evil Nazi vein-grails
.
aside a tangerine town, we towel gayness
but naked nuclear straight men hear
golden aiders of cocked advisors
o we strip after guns as penis riders
shave gals down
..
ponchos with pogos pee against a church-wall
& we rise as we crawl

*
THE ROOKERS OF RADIO

the rookers of radio rainbows reap after
salty claves where bat-beds swam for fathers
o, a dog of breasts
walked hisself where radio pink-crows net
a raven on a crest
O

once aside decks, we snared a bird-flex
ah we pray for wrecks
& a spool of pure fire shits upon slips
& as times burn, then wide whips

heed spunk where dizzy grey gnits
supper on boiled human hair.... Grips
slash on ice as a bather of aired lips

wallows after bad birchers.... Laaa
all light must end when coded cars
light a spent ignition

*
oh i have glistened for the lunar fathers
oh eyes have missioned for
coded coda Leda
& we ride a sawn swan when whores
widen into Zeus-fever
..
laaa forever & ever, i will see wards
ramming down the Bethlem powders
& wide wives burn after
Andromeda & eager Hector...

oh i have glistened for the lunar mamma
ohm eyes under me have scored
bad body blows beneath coded gourdes
.

& WE CHANT THE MANTRUM
WHEN WORDS

& we chant the mantrum when words
fall like dumb-beaked easy chickens
la la la....

Forever & eternally more, kitchens
will arise from steely dammed lungs
& a bummy bear sucks false honeys
from spectres whose haunted guns

shoot phantoms stone-dead... Uh?

the lesions of the dead & drained
hire razors from old beds
^&, sun-stalled, we hear of grain
&, gun-galled, we listen to breads
& the stations of death's factories
greases up love with lime-laundary
..
the rhythms of the dead are stained
under radios which swing for rain
& a blind of wizeners rings veins
aside of mutes where coda maims
trainywards with cavvy geese
..
the lesions of the dead & drained
hire razors from old beds
oh baby hay-golds take famlies
under bagging fires,.,. O, apiaries
bomb bitten samphires when devs
drink to the dirts of lady Gods
...
emptiers of blind cathedrals stop

aahhh...bended breweries rot
aahhh..rended aviaries rot
aahhh..shended apiaries slow down
down
down

& youth & Man is out of town.

*
THE EASY EATING LAUNDERETE

the easy eating launderette where i cleansed
me and gemmy germs
have now my screaming head-set under
natty drapes & curtains
o a bay of ferns flashes ashes under seed
o a grave of perms lashes hashes under weed
& a sawn splayed city heaps bends
outside-in where natrons swing for dead-ends
..
the easy eaters of washed crowds are
sent to lazy sleep where a bed of soap-cars
hiss & twirlaround.. Ah i feed soup-jars
to bevvies of broken beels & foamy rivers
..
wow, once we have learnt of lies then tar
will surely blow the head of a pinnace
& we take our facelss pinance into card
& we whip napes with a naked blue-scarred
wedded optic body..
..
o a bay of burns bakes a tawny bud for a
naked eagle-heap of fawned floes & calves
..
this side of a scream, we respire for tarred
body breaks..
underneath caned cake, an urban dummy
is wound where the mummy cloths are
wrapped about bronzed giddy spitters
...
accidental phlegm was paved with scars,-
a romantic jewel-den saws in halves
the lilting lemon press of a draggy heart
/
some let me tell you of the TV's dart
some let me tell you of carts,
some let me sell you the radio arch,-
o some tell me of visual brided sparks
..
the easy nail-vanished scraped cross
drops to Mary's sleeves
la la, a phlegmy dweeb uses de cross
to crisscross dunes with Lights
and weavers must come
homeward, where darners use nights

to sunder maria with martyred sons
,
Eh??

*

A WINDSCREEN
OF FLOWERS

a windscreen of flowers glisters for
gardens of pure scented wars
&, oh, as we sail against wards then
a windscreen of sin thunder-swims
underneath emeralds & bitumen

when once a signet of pure glass
shrivels into empty masques, then
mamma will wed her dead son's
burning swiped head-gun

& windscreens of flowers flicker,
& a sea of grails
vale-valleys into intercity kickers,
oh, we laid our feelings down,
ah, we laid our power for sound
&, duped, we raided tangy town

the diggers of the easy dead will
outspread emptied sexy bread- O,
a dome of ghosts car-crashes;
& blinded meadowers swill
cackling coal-tar scissor thrills
..
when once we burn, then furling tars
must weaken under rain
&, lashed, a house of veinous scars
star-lighten trees with pain

& windscreens of flowers flicker
& a sea of grails
vale-valleys into intercity kickers,
oh, we laid our feelings down
ah, we laid a tower for sound
&, nuked, we raided tangy town

the punishers of bread dam kills
& sex goes on the run
& deaths slides under spun lungs

o
a windscreen of flowers shatters under
sweated splintered sex
o, centaurs of killers crash for wonder
& a bed of mirrors
mentalises old car-death

once upon a mind, i learned of cells
o as suns grind, then wedded bells
sink wideners into forced signalled
body wrecks
..
a windscreen of flowers scraps pus
ah, a bed of sea-showers
wallops sunken glass- Oh, red lust

eats rolled reminders of lost trust
..
& a windscreen of flowers flickers
& a sea of grails
vale-valleys into kickers
...ohh we laid our feelings down
ah, we laid a tower for sound
&, nuked, we raid the tangy town.
...
Lahhhhhh
are we on the nightship?

 

 

BOWELS OF FLOWERS

bowels of flowers fix a flashed life to
chapels of truths
& we study truth when holy nudes
mess us with bad boys & dilly snoops
& a nuke of loops
sinks a coil into mushed ground
& we swagger after humming coops
..
washing men haggle for rolled newts
o, as blue earths wed an eft to suits
then we suffer glan's fever
..
bowels of flowers fix a fast christ to
mettlers of mess & money
uh...
we will study heat as we hear truths
cutting pretty liars.
*
if those pretty lies come near me then i shall
summon death for skies
o if coded cities end me, then i will writhe
& a bay of bone brawls after celled minds?
..
once aside a stave, i sweated after swine
ah, a peach of plum pealed lemon & times
dolloped tape on crossed eyes
& i heard heroes jeering at fast mines
.
eager eaters of Japan cry for sun-grimed
evil God...& god is freed & god is slimed
*
the dogdayed dolor of a dune-man drugs
easy liars with eaten lugs
o as faces think of a swung jam then
old clogs click where dolly women
stop dead

 

AHH
WE HAVE THE NAMES BY HEART

ahh
we have the names by heart.. Old men
sweat cold glass as
we summon dollars from british glass
& we are dodged under mills
& we are swabbed under hills
& we will listen out for windmills

ahh
the digger of dangers drops the past
underneath graded killer cadavers...Masks
melt for pillars
& we arouse rivers when seas of flasks
drown no more.....Eaters of sadness
starve..

we wallop when we wallow
ah we gallop under trees & a widow
funnels for sheer bells where dark shadow
drops sex inside a tank
what with biscuits in cisterns
& what with silk-lips in a u-bend, then
hot grey wank has never had it so good...
we wallop when we wallow
la we dollop dirty soups inside shallowed
dogdazzlers
& we rob a rolling smile from meadows
& we glance aside the mirrors
& our mirror stands upon a hill
...
native ladies to pain trap Isis as rills
swarm up for a storm of fishy frilled
winos whose ginny body appears filled
with u-bends & candy pistons
...
what with hens on fire, we will iron
love's pluperfect face
& Aaron suppers space as old Zion
must shield whores from Israel
.. & we draggle for loaned space
..
.
Ah

LIMEY LOATHED TREES

limey loathed trees that weep under widows
hears a heated mind-cat
mewling after droned wives of sex-bats
& we suffer wine when a glass of rats
capture collies with five hands
...
when once a sea of minds drops, then
a star-dyed transfer of spined chicken
must rock a glass bar
...
limey loathed leaves sleep under mallows
& we heed snapped stairs
& we fall down a fatal snared
blown british body?
when once a bine of sparks fuels prisms
then we see arise a feline-moon
& we suffer trippers of titty prisons when
dogdazzlers walk wavy digger dunes,
.,.
i have seen the death of day dreaming for
faceless dolly iron... & as we snapper rooms
then we stride down emptied hallways!
*
O as the empty binaries of Britain bend
endless nuked balloons
then we study strippers as we die..
odes to rivals suck tit cartoons & lies
loop a dancy dressers down blind tides
.
once, when we lost night, then cocoons
daubed a doggy prancy chin-hen
slopping vavoom where a sea of gems
ginned after dolors of deathly runes
..
eyes inside eyes will terminate wives
lo, a stall of scribes sells mess to tides
& olden odals anoint a urine-bride's
cat-depressing sauna of bread-bites
..
O as the families of England end
then pushers ply after guilty gin
/
*

O WHAT WITH
BISCUITS IN THE CISTERNS

o what with biscuits in the cisterns &
silk-lips down the u-bends
we will suffer as we penetrate sand
& a bone of necks must don men
& a sea of punches must seize slammed
dizzy blamed bodies.
...
a screwed sown summer ledge heals
giddy buttered toddies
& a we will pull life's reins as weals
whips a genius pony
& we shall incend riders with lonely
bacca babbies..
oo what with biscuits in the cisterns &
sylvan slitties down the fans
then we must supper for easy hands
..
lo as we force a face under clams
then we suffer cakes beneath scram
& we yearn after gilded clit-canned
cagey westend groupies?
canine catty riders eat aside smoothies
& an easy brother loosens
bruised bonds where lonely ladies
chant a blonded mantra...
o what with buns down the mean road
old kids will halt when slow-crows
caw at a bendy beard...Oh Oh Oh...
ehhhh
Ahhh men.....

 

MENKIND STOCKS CAKES
IN CISTERNS

menkind stocks cakes in cisterns
o, where wives break
then we learn of slavers.. o, miction
pisses under lakes:
the dufflers of the mad pinion
all veins & tall lives
..
Oh

the newspaper pigs who deliver sand
have no dreams to read
o a star of peppers rigs after islands
.
when once a sea of sheets sleeves
all lives & lies then steeds
damage petals with pussied cries
..
endlessness has to drop here....uh

one zillion wives widen into parks
oh we walk the sex-mile where dark
dons a sleeping pose
and leotards fall from sleep as loaves
get sliced apart
o, a natural heart has to carve
cloakrooms from biddies

& a fatal train leads beds to scarves
& a natal drain
causes handlers to drink red rain

la la la la
ahhhhh: focal fotal femurs will
wrap drams in porn-priories as
hillocks pummel penis-pled-glass

Oh

 

WHEN ONCE WE SOFTEN

where once we soften, then we
closedown all croppers of a crow's
winged drapes
one zillion wives widen into parks
ah we stride for dreams when apes
wallop chimpanzees.
*
odals under udders squirt silk-milk
o one zillion killers
drop a wedding gun
& we suck mousaka from a sun's
sea-burning soft sphere
,.,
we lay a zingered finger on tears
la, a ball of light
crams tongues down midnight's christ
& we swing, swing
,,
Uhh
*
the empress of a carmine fool star-shapes
shaven sister crepes
o a pan of lions burns crates
& we hunt for sweeteners of mental
moon-disasters.
ferny sex flutes drown, - red pastures
capsize into a shadower of fathers
..
the empress of a blood-red nude scrapes
asses from pratted sugar-slates
...
endless empires burn when cakes
crumble for a cake-walk.

 

CANDIFIED KILLERS
CRASHDOWN

candified killers crashdown
lo a a beat of millers cakes our town
& we learn of meat
& we study sleep

once, when self stopped, i drowned
ah a boat of wheat
sailled my bollocks dry & i drowned
underneath the earth?
carndified killers crashdown when
softening emptied birth
sweetens dreams with wine-curs
& we walk after
nuclear men who dare not serve
Lah!

the cripplers of sweet marriage raid
rollered romantics
&, loosened, body semantics raise
river-running environs where trades
glow for bionics
when once we stuffed bread under
thunderous pussy flesh
then we shoved hot biscuits under
father & mother...
we will fight the nudes of lovers
&, loaded by night, we will lather
dolly-danger.
&, corroded, entropy under fevers
splays cosmo with a new killer's

blinded dun-minded grey scissor
& a sandman drops shinglers across
pepilepsies
and a blower of pregnancies
doctors eyes with knees.

Oh?

MARIGOLDS MESS UP

 

marigolds mess us up with green roses
la, a tree of poses
docks a dammy summer
& we sweat for winter
& we don green noses.
underneath chapels, we hear father
dragging topers from mumma
& we abuse hot wrecks
& we don green posies
..
a dodger of mad deaths see rise
bruisers of dapplers...Oh, we ride
against lost rain
& odes of faces must star-bride
radios of pure noise & mad lies.
*
messes made pure & whole will
chant for a diamond father
o nurses made demure must fill
wide hills with criminal midnights
when once a bud of iron writes
upon keen, mean easy corn, then
meeses made puire & whole must
slant a sappy finger under dust
...
corneas of men kneel for lust's
rodded bed where blinded lusts
loosen vales into sails
& we ram butters down veils
& we serenade a moon-tailed
budded blooded bread-busts
...
messes shaved by wool swill
diamantes & venereal windmills
& renal butters gets murdered
& venal shutters get deposed
& virtual hussies
appear fed to blinded pussies

la la la
oo i lost a wheelchair
& eyes will die forever?

*

HOH, WHAT FOR A SEASONER

hoh what for a seasoner of celled selves?
hah what now for a killer of blue shelves?
i have frowned at the noon-day heat where
my passing belly daubed farmer's hairs,
o when once i learnt of coded sun-dells
then i jacked my midnight flower..
hoh, what for a seasoner of swelled cells?
hah, what for gold onion-powdered bells?
i have entertained the dark sun-styles
&, as we scream, then i must see dials
jazz-jamming idioms of catty tree-smiles
....
oh i have the words by heart as if like
a neon hallways crammed with mice
& i will surrender to tilings of red christs
..
fussy fistulas of fascinating grass hikes
dolly dolers with creamy handle-mikes
.,.
we speak from midair as romantics
rock for a moggy mane... laaaahhh
ahhh...

THE END THE END THE END
DE END DE END
O THIS IS THE END
BUT THE DEATH IS NOT DEFINED
O THIS IS THE END
BUT THE SEX OF DEATH IS NOT REFINED

Uh Uh Uh

AMEN..

THIS SCARECROW ROAD

 

this scarecrow road, as naped in ghosts as slaughter,
heeds a chilly pumpkin Escariot,
o this midnight halloween-writ raises dolls from water.

as we tread for swinging ghouls, a devil under us
bangs in scarred hands where a puller's night crush
carries a sister's tricky treater of topped carry-cut
snakers of bobbing apple-corspes.

this scarecrow road, as popped in head as stormers,
walks a midnight row.....& crowed devil-dawners
share deadened lips with a bleeded lucifuge...

a winch of fallen gallows tree-hangs old hosts,
a witch of falons mallows a sea-hag's ropes,
& we dig for turniped scissor-wine when bodies

bag mess up in a wasted teasing house of voices.

all-hallows-weave strides this scarecrow road
all-killers-weeds strangle a bruised insect lobe
& toads go down

now!

*
THE DOGGERS OF A FINED
HEADPIECE

The doggers of a fined headpiece
cock-krill for scented wheaty fleeces
o, a blonded body of faces
feels for loud nights where ald leases
lend a bald house to a false room
& we suffer gates as gropers swoon
..
we have the eager dreams by heart-
the cages of light,
the rages of christs
o we have the dumb words we knew-
the stages of night
the faces of the moved
& we topple grass from third-sight
..
the doggers of a refined shadow-man
rock kiosks with blind tables
& we summon cunt-lice from gables
& we know the fist-proofed woman
of choppered farms & rotators.
.
i will always kill god's painters when
arches fail to fall.

a balded vapor of a mad man has to cram
blonded capers down a baby's hands
o a bake of light lops meadows when drams
dazzle us with veins & radios
..

ODES TO OLD SECTIONS

odes to old sections side with crab-lands
o eyes will suffer wives
& we shall slitter after dyes when lies
yield killed ghosts with spies..
..
a balded vapor of a sad man has to slam
old grey fanny
& we arise from money when grey lambs
mate with mam & daddy...Ohh-
we have the words by heart... Ohh-
we hear a blind angel stabbing hard
billers of winter
& winter delves for mother?
..
*
ideal dunny darlings dig a hitting god's spleen
o a sweater for loud starlings
has a berry for a choker- & we size dreams
& a watery wool-window paws staring
greeny idols who peer inside mental-screens.
...
once upon a meadow, we saw a nude death
inflaming virgin wives with dolly necks
& we suffer breakfast meads
& we supper after hostels & bunny beads
..
ideal dunny darlings drag a lipper's scream
o, a digger of a diner's vermin
clasps a killer's cram around an ermined
glass bay where laughing deans
dog-daze a spool of massing missives
..
ideal chokers chap kine-girls as riders
drop from hips & study worldly drivers
..
Eh?

MALE CHATTERERS

male chatterers of keen choked cherries
lay a stoned marine around family
& a boat of wine toasts death...Oh-
where once we cry for honey then crows
dig for dark wingers
.
we know the birds by heart; we slow
pockets of feathers underneath sloes
& we brew a mousy gin from clothes
& we know all the birds by heart
..
male chatterers of mean choke berries
lay a city-spine where gilded oak-darts
abuse a slaver's moon
& we have dangerous sky-throws
& we know all the birds by heart
..
once aside a tear, we swore for crows
-ah, once aside a sphere, we star-stoved
babby binners with ropes & moon-mauved
doddery ships of scarves..
endlessness weeps for wolfed jams

& i will soften songsters with a musical disease
la eyes will widen
uh skies will seize men
& i will soften songsters with a musical disease..
o the moon looks down upon this mental town
o a noose of starred hooks
expand dogdazers when a bed of rooks
lammers after dolly dillies who burn books
..
& i will soften songsters with a musical disease
la minds will siren
after menstrual seasons & a fist of old bees
believe in a stinging sea of guilty robed seed.
eyes beshrew the brassic dark .... old umber
rocks a daddy boy as modemed arks thunder for
laid lights & daisy lubes..

END

 

FOR SEASKINS

i found this jaw on the beach once - O
a candler-cut falls as bad bonces swim for
old caves & redmen
& faces merge with food as war
wends wolves from woollen seamen

& seaskulls rend
waves & wrinklers, & i found a sculled pen
writing winter where wide bulbs drank dead

& in found this jaw on the beach once- O,
a candier of collapsers will
sky-raid handlers from easy fallen hills
and baby madam domino
caused seas to slide far far away

Ahhhhh

a compass under rivers must redden graves
o, a scented father must darken
chalky Venus with forks and fiery gardens

OhOhOh

the end is very endless
the stars appear aimless
and I-ching buddies use cans
to car-murder hands and drams

Finito!!

*
CLOISTERS OF HIDDEN
SOUPY WOMEN

Cloisters of hidden soupy women
hide a sea of sex-bells
riders of bitten lazy children
hide inside a wishing-well,
and the wives of saints
crap upon twinned hands, and
cloisters of hidden easy bawds
tread the chill earth.

windy seas of nothingness
roar against a chain. Lo, sex
lowers its knickers
and a hubby in a rooftop reads
dirty peoples loud tarots
.
cloisters of hidden soupy women
hide a peeing manger when
crapped out earrings pierce hens
and we ring a gold world
.
windy seas of emptiness swirl
dog-dayed bat-men
wntry leas cut headlessness
and a boat of earls
sails then heals the world
..
Uh Uh
darksome chasms inside girls
drag a slit piano from ole pearls,
and deniers go to sleep
and depraves ride from sleep
Uh Uh
darkness drowns like a crab as
seasands mask mitchers aside
pure sex-gas
O

MY FAVOURITE
SCREEN IDOL

my favourite screen idol when young
had a mask across her face.
Deaths dumb us down with suns
and death shines like one billion suns

as we sail out to die, a sea of fathers
bears a mummy curse to
a baby family
o a house of memories hears truth
caging skulls under the bodies
and we stay behind blue bodies.
,,
my favourite screen angel when young
had a mask across her face
Sex sets small deaths alight
December's dead bee hears de night,
and my mental shoe-lace
busts
and causes slippers to shoe-displace
hands, heels, feet,
aahh

wideners of wild wool stich then darn
knitters with easy chants..

*
O-LA, WHERE WIND-WELLS
DRY

o-la where wind-wells dry
will not be known to summer's sky
falls to wiccan earth
o-la where wind-wells cry
will not be known until god's eyes
are crisscrossed inside
mien and cradles
and a babby in a beak listens for
easy widneners of female war
o-la

where wind-wells die will never
send a girl to level-pleasure
and the canny clay-cold lover
will admit a sun to a mumma
and the christeners of lovers
give rise to a baby's
green-eyed child genoa
o-la

the weavers of a wild wife
whips a torn holy donkey
and eyes under knives will strike
berry-bombs where
grey fingers push through air

mindless midday men messed me
deeply down inside
endless silent movie-men writhe
and we cry for evening
and we cry for screaming lies
O

a barn of sadness entertaisn us
Deaths suffer deadliness
Cells lock the back
and a baby in a kinema-seat heaps
coded film spawnography
O

MINDLESS
MIDDAY MEN

mindless midday men messed me
deep down where woman burned
and i have seen the loveless dead
jamming all cinematics
ahhhh

screened worlds under fire tread
sex trade with woollen horse-thread
and we have loosened
all of our petting reeling minds.

whilst reeling, i saw a dummy of a dog
spinning where canines wreck
all poodlers and all feline stick;
and the maker of the Wall licks
cold sea-snouted body walls; and lips
press a dolly hanky to a soul
ah my sex is reddened and blue trips
corner me with moggy collonades
... as we glide and ride we heat clits
and leave the dummies to the snipped
mourning dawning flower

cunt crashes
junk flashes
eager eaten slingshots peal the hour
with decorous nips
and a gay money monk has crypts
crying for dirt's dolled lover
and we lead filthy dog-men where
easy cunny madams
sway and storm in a bag of hairs
ah ah ah

WE SNIP A SALTY SUCKER

 

we snip a salty sucker as pears
feed aphrodisaics to mummy mares
and stallion bridlers
bang heated mule-men
beneath a crowd of evil pea-hens
.
meddled by monkies, i turned
into a gre-snared lift
meddled by mummmies, i turned
into a grey-signed tryst
and i have sacrificed to boys where
oglers of lady twists
lay special waste to coffee-fists

.cunt craners crave after bulls
cock comfortors lap warted molls
and a gangster and his mould dulls
blued streets of purple pansy flower
and we sit when hissing in a midday tower
o i extended a masted occult
to find for me the dreamer of gulls

cunt crashes
junk flashes
eager eaten slingshots peal the hour
and spies know the hour
amd we will know the hour when
crapping cousins sweat for old gems

oo the wives of March have to send
illegal porn to coded church-men, ah,
oo the brides after dark have to send
incredible movies where coastal friends
abuse a teuton's sex-hem

hmm hmm hmm
brmm brmm moon
soon soon soon
death-wedded this very noon
god's lies will breach the moon
hmm hmm hmm
brmm brmm brmm

FINITO?

 

I HAVE DECIDED
THAT THERE IS
HORSE MANURE ON THE MOON

i have decided that there is horse manure on the moon
i have decided that shit gives
a purple thumb to a dirty uterus
ahh, a bone of praise breaks.

as mad music dies,
as sad murmers writhe
as a bed of ice slides across cruel ice
we will wash our hands in lard,
and i have decied that there's horse manure inside
craters and tranquil seas
..
O

songs of silent men raise a fag from a fire
Open fires overheat
Shaken fires burn sleep,
and a boat of masks drowns beneath
endlessly burning radios

the shrapnel hear the coast harnesses
sea-sex
the anvil of the tears
abuses televisions
and a wake of glass cuts a bluebird
and fishy rockers
ram powders into coppers

songs of silent men raise a car from a tyre

instamatic razor-karma
hastens to a new week
Dark mallow rocks blurry sweets
and a sac of wine
dabs mint with brine
o a children's badge gets lost
o a woman's grab
cuts a handbag
and we clip flowers where loss
digs fingers into crab
,,
instamatic razor-karma
drops love's panties, O, Mother
will come back home now
O, father will surely
leap up from his strong-cloud
...and weepers cry, cry, cry
and dreamers die
.Inside visual sleep.

A PAPERY PEPPERY
TAKEAWAY DINNER

a papery peppery takeaway dinner
serves fish to mother
a feeder of fish forces brother
to dine upon mist
and a cloud of fire
drops dead
o peppery easy eats cut bread
o salt-ready easy shelled nuts
stop
..
aside a shopped moon, spoons
swirl teas into coffee
inside a shopped lobby, spoons
swirl cocoa into bodies
mmm we have to understand
almost everything is sweet?

Ahm, riders of ringlets bleat
Ahm, cryers of sweet lips seize
deniers from strangler's trees
and a garotte in de south
serenade vaults with mouths

a papery peppery takeaway dinner
feeds stink gouramis
with a fatal naked blood-bringer
Uh Uh

END

 

WEETABIX ON A
BROKEN TABLE

 

weetabix on a broken table
slides a pudding under labelled
expensive shopping
shredded meat gets well-cooked
endless wheat
gets boiled then fried
and a bone in a liver
sells offal to fat men

aside of death, a buyer of dirt
leads streets to sudden
city-deaths
Eyes widen
Driven diamond drools for hurt
and an owl underglass
hoots till seamen
shed beautiful seed.
..
empty now, grey crowds
cover tits in proud cum-clouds
uh uh uh

O dealers under Du
use makers for make-n-screw

END?

 

RIDERS OF PUNCHED
COLD RAIN

riders of punched cold rain
raise river men from god's vein
riders of bunched soft rain
raid shivers
o a gun of rivers
has bullets for killers
o a drum of lovers
stops

girls must run to the moon
gals will always listen
boys must sing love's tune
burnt hills must glisten
o

riders of punched cold rain
heap a mountain side
sidlers of pain suck eyes.
Easy father paint lies
o

we outstretch good hands
we ask for honey
we fall,
we crawl,
we snip shawls as money
pays for dolls
o

riders of punched cold rain
raise rider men from soft gain
raiders of lost silk
succours pushing bird-milk

Ahhh

THESE DIZZY DAYS

 

these dizzy days, i tend to sleep all morning
these easy days
when killers arise at noon
hasten to blind midnight
and a shed of iron hides dangling graves
o a bonce of lions
roars against dark evening
and my use of perfume hits slaves
;
this late night when i cooked a lunch
opts to impose a hot drip
this dead night
i cook an old egg
and my wide body tries to strip
rinds from chops
but the rind is green and hard
.
these dizzy days, i tend to sleep well till
armies shoot a dreamt world
and because a sunday tea has been
raped and killed
we will moisten cake with keen
sardine-cookers

& we will wallow when dark dreams
come shaving easy garlands
Ohhh

 

I ADMONISH PERHAPS
THAT I AM DEAD

 

i admonish perhaps that i am dead
i astonish myself with slicers
o when a war in a hill shoots lead
o when a wall in a rill
shoots scotched bread
i will perhaps varnish my grey bed
and gods will paint it purple?

the doctors of unhealthy mental deaths
use a bald steth to
heat up a dead heart
and we listen to screws..
o doctors of darkness
bedazzle swabs with mind-illness

Because hospitals are nearby
the veins of the face-syringed try
to dig a drip into love's cry
and a latent old nurse
nips a nipple from a dead-hearse

doctors of an incubated baby
listen to an infant brain-stem
and a vein of hearts
hears grey dreamers
ramming down easy flowers
,,
Because hospitals are found
dead close to everything
i will wash my hands and feed
all day and every single night

.

THESE CODED ROADS
TO EDEN

these coded roads of Eden
slap a city pony
these disabled roads are lovely
but we are dead lonely now
and the sun at night
veers within burning headlights
and a vase of rosess
shatters.

weeders of expensive gardens
dig a trowel inside
deepening birds
Failiure paves a way for lives
Seizures pay for epilepsy
and the stars of pure lies
look fiercely down.
.
these coded roads where dust
appears as strange as lust
will strut a bald hill
Because a hymen quakes
because a woman shakes
these neon valleys
must turn, spin, and break
down...

weavers of sacred city wool
weep for needles.

umbilical endless country castles
have come to use again
umber, made brick, - we see rain
crying under crenatures
and a nasty urban mill hears candles
igniting kings and queens
.

THE PALACE WHERE
I MADE MY MESS

 

the palace where i made my mess
has dangerous gardens
the mute parasols i used for sex
stride stately homes when
an eager postmodern portculis
sweeps ghosts from death-parish
..
umbilical endless country castles
have come to use again
empty national protected ruins

o i trust in the trusted
o i enjoy reflective county flour
and i shall use some flour
to make a good hot power
of wheat and cake and thread

Because i am fed to Isis
i will dip my fingers into stasis
because i fear closed spaces
i will fix a flask of tea
because i am always alone,
ideas about sanity will cede
insanity to a sea of stone
..
we ride the snaking river for
a dose of bitter waves
we contact the sea-killed and
weep, weep
O, what now for islands
but a vagrant in forgotten hands?

umbilical endless country castles
whoop for protected cradles
ancient emptiness
jacks tudor wine
and i saddle a star of timed
buzzy busy deadliness

Oh

WHEN DREAMING
ABOUT THE DEATH OF MEN

when dreaming about the death of men
eyes reel up in a foreign space
when screaming, a doll with a glass face
drops to a dumbed wax floor
and the guns of Man
arise from a cell where eaten dawgs
drag dagger gems down
ashen towns where throats in rivers mete
cold gems to Pan

ah easy lessons in god heal the killed
ah early missions believe in the frilled
iced old eye of the fast asleep
and a banner of grass
waves a weepy hand at stars in masks
o a bosom in a brain
has to titty-feed the empty thousand
ahh

a bed of bullets drags a kite from Mars
and men and eaten women
crusade for a murder in a forced car
.,.

hah..hah..hah
& i derive lies from natal cardiacs
& i define eyes from fatal seed-traps
hah..hah..hah
dusted distance directs the mind
and ravines fall to earth

uhh

 

ABODE BEMUSED?

This is a house where thoughts can fly,
Where words may sing and soar;
Within this house ideas are hived
And humming minds explore.

Inside these walls emotions brew
And feelings seethe and pour;
Beneath each ceiling dreaming throbs,
And waking thrills each floor.

Here shall the Pentecostal tongues
Find welcome as they roar
And sighs from every fertile muse
May open any door.

 

THE CHUCKING HEADS

the chucking heads of keen curves
lay waste to gallowed heavens
o the sun's wet heat burns..& cold burrs
bollock for optical raisins
..
when once we dream of tyburns
then we bake a sweet-eyed prison, oh
once upon a jack, we danced for clothes
& we hear hirelings
draggling for seers & false ceilings
...
the chucklings beds of tentative reason
have no true meanings
& we swiften for creamings as odes
cut seizure-ships from county lobes.
*
nurses of curing hate heal over
headed cut lovers
o, a horse in racing seals after
doctors of healed laughter
when once we chant, then ghosts
collonise a body-stain
& men & kids will always host
dizzy evil parties
...
nurses of curing rapes peer inside
woven beaks when
slayed grained miction rams
dollars for pursing tribes
.
oh we must hear a solid moon
crying, crying, dying
..
oooO

 

AS WE PART FISHY TIPS

as we part fishy tips then we hiss for
guilty feline mermen
o as we gut fishy nips then we lisp for
openings under peahens
.
when once we go inside, then doors
may have to open on the meek
& i have learnt about deaths..Wards
warp a nave as an altar reaps
mental dead gourdes.
as we part fishy flips, then we dish for
eaters of wide wetted church-crawls
& we must pray for prayer
& we must cry for lost air
..
once we enter in to dust then we
saunter when a bowl of naves cross
mad men & old history.

bowels of flowers fix a flashed life to
chapels of truths
& we study truth when holy nudes
mess us with bad boys & dilly snoops
& a nuke of loops
sinks a coil into mushed ground
& we swagger after humming coops
..
washing men haggle for rolled newts
o, as blue earths wed an eft to suits
then we suffer glan's fever
..
bowels of flowers fix a fast christ to
mettlers of mess & money
uh...
we will study heat as we hear truths
cutting pretty liars.
*
if those pretty lies come near me then i shall
summon death for skies
o if coded cities end me, then i will writhe
& a bay of bone brawls after celled minds?
..
once aside a stave, i sweated after swine
ah, a peach of plum pealed lemon & times
dolloped tape on crossed eyes
& i heard heroes jeering at fast mines
.
eager eaters of Japan cry for sun-grimed
evil God...& god is freed & god is slimed.

 

THE DOGDAYED DOLOR
OF A DUNE-MAN

 

the dogdayed dolor of a dune-man drugs
easy liars with eaten lugs
o as faces think of a swung jam then
old clogs click where dolly women
stop dead
ahh
we have the names by heart.. Old men
sweat cold glass as
we summon dollars from british glass
& we are dodged under mills
& we are swabbed under hills
& we will listen out for windmills
ahh
the digger of dangers drops the past
underneath graded killer cadavers...Masks
melt for pillars
& we arouse rivers when seas of flasks
drown no more.....Eaters of sadness
starve..

we wallop when we wallow
ah we gallop under trees & a widow
funnels for sheer bells where dark shadow
drops sex inside a tank
what with biscuits in cisterns
& what with silk-lips in a u-bend, then
hot grey wank has never had it so good...
we wallop when we wallow
la we dollop dirty soups inside shallowed
dogdazzlers
& we rob a rolling smile from meadows
& we glance aside the mirrors
& our mirror stands upon a hill
...
native ladies to pain trap Isis as rills
swarm up for a storm of fishy frilled
winos whose ginny body appears filled
with u-bends & candy pistons
...
what with hens on fire, we will iron
love's pluperfect face
& Aaron suppers space as old Zion
must shield whores from Israel
.. & we draggle for loaned space

limey loathed trees that weep under widows
hears a heated mind-cat
mewling after droned wives of sex-bats
& we suffer wine when a glass of rats
capture collies with five hands
...
when once a sea of minds drops, then
a star-dyed transfer of spined chicken
must rock a glass bar
...

 

LIMEY LOATHED LEAVES

 

limey loathed leaves sleep under mallows
& we heed snapped stairs
& we fall down a fatal snared
blown british body?
when once a bine of sparks fuels prisms
then we see arise a feline-moon
& we suffer trippers of titty prisons when
dogdazzlers walk wavy digger dunes,
.,.
i have seen the death of day dreaming for
faceless dolly iron... & as we snapper rooms
then we stride down emptied hallways!
*
O as the empty binaries of Britain bend
endless nuked balloons
then we study strippers as we die..
odes to rivals suck tit cartoons & lies
loop a dancy dressers down blind tides
.
once, when we lost night, then cocoons
daubed a doggy prancy chin-hen
slopping vavoom where a sea of gems
ginned after dolors of deathly runes
..
eyes inside eyes will terminate wives
lo, a stall of scribes sells mess to tides
& olden odals anoint a urine-bride's
cat-depressing sauna of bread-bites
..
O as the families of England end
then pushers ply after guilty gin.

 

 

O WHAT WITH BISCUITS
IN THE CISTERN
& SILK-LIPS DOWN U-BENDS

 

o what with biscuits in the cisterns &
silk-lips down the u-bends
we will suffer as we penetrate sand
& a bone of necks must don men
& a sea of punches must seize slammed
dizzy blamed bodies.
...
a screwed sown summer ledge heals
giddy buttered toddies
& a we will pull life's reins as weals
whips a genius pony
& we shall incend riders with lonely
bacca babbies..
oo what with biscuits in the cisterns &
sylvan slitties down the fans
then we must supper for easy hands
..
lo as we force a face under clams
then we suffer cakes beneath scram
& we yearn after gilded clit-canned
cagey westend groupies?
canine catty riders eat aside smoothies
& an easy brother loosens
bruised bonds where lonely ladies
chant a blonded mantra...
o what with buns down the mean road
old kids will halt when slow-crows
caw at a bendy beard...Oh Oh Oh...
ehhhh
Ahhh men

Ahhh men; oo, weevils live in flour
cakers strip maggots from dustbins
& a caver of a faggot
causes headpieces to suck on skins
Ahhh men

Ahhh; and heroes under cuts drag
effervescent fathers for lazy scrags
& a naked pissy boy
sinks slimers aside dad's old toys

La La La.

 

THE NEWSPAPER PIGS
WHO DELIVER SAND

the newspaper pigs who deliver sand
have no dreams to read
o a star of peppers rigs after islands
.
when once a sea of sheets sleeves
all lives & lies then steeds
damage petals with pussied cries
..
endlessness has to drop here....uh
*
one zillion wives widen into parks
oh we walk the sex-mile where dark
dons a sleeping pose
..
where once we soften, then we
closedown all croppers of a crow's
winged drapes
one zillion wives widen into parks
ah we stride for dreams when apes
wallop chimpanzees.
*
odals under udders squirt silk-milk
o one zillion killers
drop a wedding gun
& we suck mousaka from a sun's
sea-burning soft sphere
,.,
we lay a zingered finger on tears
la, a ball of light
crams tongues down midnight's christ
& we swing, swing
,,
Uhh

the empress of a carmine fool star-shapes
shaven sister crepes
o a pan of lions burns crates
& we hunt for sweeteners of mental
moon-disasters.
ferny sex flutes drown, - red pastures

OO, red pastures will live forever
OO, bread fathers will eat forever
Uh Uh Uh

amen...

 

THE ARID SEX CELLAR
WHERE A BLITHE
BODY GETS BURNED

 

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 easellers use canes for weeds
Uh eaglers use stains for dweebs
& icen woollen veins strip cold toads bare
& eyers led blood to cremation road
& drivers bleed maggots as fast as fugues

La!!

THE CUTTERS OF DENIAL
DRAPE DAD'S HANDS ACROSS MEAT

 

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.

THE METRIC OF A MIND-POEM

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
acrid nukers rock for a pinnace
and we hiss across false ice as we sink laked lambs
across kinematics;
and easy eaters of soft grey mastics switches jams
from cut thumbs to wide-woven female slit-slams

ah, a metrical digger of diamates hurls crusts under
locketers; and locketers will sink curls across tumblers,
and easy eateries fry a bad sausage for a sad old girl

Uhhhh

flexers will rummage for baskets when snakey pearls
appear rented by penile caskets

END END END....

o-yah!

 

THES EASY PLAY-DAYS

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
Oh, a treee of fawners will ignite tracks with snails
and lunger men will seal sick aside bad hired vales

Uh

WE GROW WEARY AS WE PANIC

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

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 ZILLION SPARROWS

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

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.

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 rage

and a daddy drifter will render dust as soft as couplers
and a dummy Leda
uses dead Zeus for a sex-swan
and we weave eyes from death-drums
and weepers yield suns from ear-guns when odd feelers
fascinate a blonde-blind-blue-sky

Ahh..

...

O, A VERNAL INVECTIVE PENILE RASH

 

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
O eyes melt for blown digger-earths
and mentalis swallows digitalis with fairied head-show

Lahh

LaAbracadaver, bodies will implode

forevermore.

 

THE DAILY MORASS OF A MAD
KEEN MIND

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
and a wagging moonrise
appears fed to graves
and a draggler of stunnas drains glasses
vision-freed from
entertainers of sweet guns

Ahhh a nuclear sergeant races from
a dummy face where
a deleterous sea of hair shoots lungs

Amen
Amen
Amen.we weave for tears
as we drabble after crow-spheres

END..

 

THE SIGNAL SUNRISE USES A
MOON FOR A MIND

 

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 DAYS

these are my dullard days 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

as fazers fade to gay, a granite statue hisses
after tie-dyers and fatalisms
oh, a doctor to fires slam scans across kisses
will cunt-lable fanny with darling oestrogens

La La..

*
THESE ARE THE SADDENING DAYS

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 are my chairs vein-red now?
Ah, will seated gentlemen use hands for lost clouds

uhhh

 

O I SHELTER IN THE RAINING MOON

 

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

scurriers of easy lampooners use a string for salt-cars
ahh, and i married my bum to a fish
ahh, and i carried my son to a dish; and hands drove Mars
aside bulleters of blowers and crystals

and sex urine runs all too dry..

 

O I SHELTER FROM PISSING RAIN

 

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
.
UhH

AND YOU AND ME AND CO-OP BLOOD

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

Uh, a caterer to iron-christs will scale lost countries
Uh, we weevilise for lyon-lice, then we shatter bounties
ahhh, a Hitting Hipper Mongrel Hitler
will surrender lights to madam killers; and eyes ride

 

AND YOU AND ME AND CO-OP BLOOD 2

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.

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

and rubber spheres set alight to tonsured treacles
and sufferers of deft sex
has to harden waxers with biblers on a mad decked
pussy-painter's pushy nets

O La O LaEND

THE EATEN AMP
OF ONE ZILLION WORDS

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

la la la: a crowner of curated sea-hearses uses wards
to fasten slimmers to dirtying bee-horses
la la la: a drowner, damaged, hoist hurtlers with birds

and handlers rush across a blue runner for christs.

OO A GUNNER OF SAVIOURS

1.

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

2.

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.

3.

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

AMEN AMEN AMEN.....

THE AVENUES OF PIERCED FEAT
HAVE TO FOLLOW STREETS TO THE FIELDS

the avenues of pierced fear have to
follow the streets to the fields
la, a basher of bunny bends has to
dream about a sea of meals;-
and a worm-led patient of the blues
comes watching heaven's wheels
and a sunderer of saviours has to
outelbowel the horses in high-heels

parents to pudendas rear saints with
sperm-dividers..
and a pussy on a lake arouses riders
to feed a pisser inside a pinky hole
la la, wideners of washy plashy prigs
poke sixteen eyes into one zillion figs

o avenues of pierced tears have to
grind daddy ducts till mad jigs ooze
germy atomic grave-nukers to boozed
banged lady cuntings; and eggs groove.

ahh a naked moggy nucleus uses food
to sunder pigs with babies
ahh a naked daddy crocus chews foods
with distended whiskers
and blorters may well starve till moved

from fatteners to anorexic sea-spies
and fatteners don conical bead-bribes
and a loosener of comical head-hides
cause hollow men to fall
fastly away
from bend of shore to castle-grave
and we fed a dick to the boys of winter
and we led blue pricks to felines
and aged winters came back home
to find daughters flashed and stoned

UhH.

 

OO EYERS OF EASY TYRES
TWEEK A CAR-CLOSE

oo eyers of easy tyres tweek a car-close
with emitters of soily heat
and, ah, when breast-sleep uses clothes
then fasteners of body-beats
cunta for fever when a damager of crows
scatters a carrion discomfort across
dusters of flora stars

oo eyers of easy spires spit aside rogues
and a dementer of demeter
dragglers a drazzler when odes to robes
loosen cagooles from creators;
and an rosy mark masks dun dilators
with dirtiers of damsels and porators
and, la la, my head is in god's jam.

parents of peering pines shed needles
across easterly arising boys and candles
and demeter uses gems for cradles
and dementers use hens for tables

Ah

DECANTERS OF BLUE VOSENE
VANISHES FOR FORCING
FUCKED FLAMINGOES

 

decanters of blue vosene vanishes for
forcing fucked flamingoes
and a bed of cuts crashes
lo, a snipper in a cup uses seed-wars
to ram a daisy comforter under lashes
and a veiny brewer
scissors after sewers where huge wards
wash moon-lighters with fishy boars

parents of pissing plaid combs claws
with flashy feely fan-failures
and, uh uh, a bomby boy whose horse
vaults dramatic vinegar slavers
hips to dressy domes where fathers
attend to starving body-blasters
.
oo eyers of easy tyres ride till laced
by engines and electric motor-lasers

ecstatic bee-boys break into gold
la la, electric bed-boys bake gold
and a bummy bay brags for gold
and indolent cities cry about gold

the faces inside nunneries get old
la la, coded wives sweat for cold
and this solus mission that rolls for
dizzy beacons, star-stones wards

oo ecstatic bead-boys break for
a daddy dream which murders war
and a mangy gun of lips will snore
after monkeries where gold whores

shit aside gold-wind; and winds store
budded syringes where odals swarm
blue germolene with ancient storms

uh uh uh grand elisions stab for porn
uh uh uh slammers of cabs use corn
to sunder figs with deadeners and fawns

La

 

BUDDERS OF NIPPIED GIRLS
CUT CANDY

budders of nippied girls cut candy with
ancient painters of blued bats and kids
o lovers of spunky worlds weep for kids
and an easy sealed home
petrifies mice with sealed moans
and eyes must, once laced, fear bone
and a sealed mad schizophrenic flat
flashes sounds around bastard-paps

budders of nippied girls cut candy with
ancient splayers of dung scent; and prats
get pulled aside froms weepers where
ideal pushers of tribes trickle for hairs
..
we shit against suppers as evil lairs eat
mad snicker-toys that sink into sleep. O!
issuers of skin snapper for grey heat and,
once raised from feathers, a daddy hand
dreams of gold books and rainbows.

oo ecstatic curators break beeches
and outelbowed men reap leeches from
mummy naves; and i have seen my sun
cum falling from a lunar sound; and gum
gets chewed by cows and twiggy enemies?

as budders bear bastards to sweet jazz
then boners of tears
will scatter bods across eerie eagle-spears
and we scutter
and we fall at the stairwell

Oh

 

THESE LIZARDINE DAYS
I SPEND MY CITY-TIMES

 

these lizardine days i spend my city-times
crying for dudes and hens
oo heaved wizeners of graves hereby drag minds
for dilators of guns and silk-crimes
and a gallery of skin shines upon cold minds
and a doctor in the gallows
cries, cries, cries
laahh we have to whistle as we use sky
to damage damsels with eaten ply
and a nazi onion causes tongues to fly
and a vampiric sea-sauce rams meadows

these lizardine days where i spend my city-signs
cryinf for nudes and lines
lose all mental rings to diamantes and minds
and we use a headpiece for a neck
and we use a mind-fleece for a shipwreck
oo a dangler under geese gobbles for slicks
and, once traded, idiots cry for easy licks
and icers of tweeked cakes sweeten ribs
o as we cried for crayons, then we used squibs
to fellow owls with muttons.

once aside a mind, mental pussies menstrualised
a daddy cape with a gunnery
And gunnery metals peal riflers from juicers
and stationers in pedals use riders for pulers

Ah Ah Ah mien.

 

PUSHING OUT POPPY FLOWERS

pushing out poppy flowers, i heard a woman ride
aside a cocked horse
ah, eating into flour, i heard a female chef go wide
and, la la, a mouse at a stream
sails adown rocked horse in a barking mind
o as we race to drowned sleep, then grime lies
after english sauce where eaters of closed eyes
retreat unto a punnets of soft berries and spies;
and spiralling honey-hides sink salts into bulbs
and we assault mummy-inks
and we get clothed in mummy kinks as faders
flail till madness arises from
holy noise; and a gun inside a drum
cries, cries
ahh

weevillers of dunny kids dramatise vinegar with
tommy tinderboxes that scatter prisms with
figgy babies who wail as they piss and shit; Oh,
a baker of bunnies bends tanks across blind clothes
and weepers may well sink inside a vile rose
ahh

peeing from a wet car, babby bellies soil robes
and cloven body pills pull upon a bell of crows
and a buttoner of hills
hereby melts into pills that cause dead drills
to smother self-death in mothering lost hills
- la la, eynes may well have to bleat
and, ah hah, diners under cabs will see sleep
come sundering rigs with blood-sleet
ahh

doggies on a moon-climb fall from murders
and we will never cease the bleating
and we shall never cover westend ceilings
except by putting bodies inside purdahs.
La La- lalla lear was my dead child and she murdered
everything??

 

NESTED JUST TODAY

nested just today, i saw the siren tits aside my windows
leading sparrows into the mind
o as eyes repeat on views, then a camera under crows
come shovelling dead nippies with spade-cutting closed
camera vines

and, lo, a vast venal shed will hide a daddy where swine
comes creeping beneath coded wine
and a bed of beaks commands sex to damage times
and a dagger whose bladed timebombs breaches twine
then bandagers of nuclear fingers
cum tapping upon god's hidden drawer
.
nested just today, i saw the siren aside my titty windows
come spitting champagne across renal duddies
and a dammy mind-moon has me wanking for widows
and, Lo, a house at sea nestles against a blind barrow
and, Ho, a louse at sea pestles saints inside grey mallow
and weevilers star-strangle

all dames and all solar angels. And bodiers of drifters
must sunderise sonar seagulls

uh

MAD QUESTIONS
UNDERWATER

mad questions underwater use boobs to feed minnows
and a pipered breast sweats for oxos
and a puller of mess feeds crows to cool yoyos; and
a vampy beller whose easy westened croon eats sand
surely listens now to blue days where i made my hands
shake, just like a body-drape;
and my ideal fathers will jack their lovers
and my ideal mummas will thwack veins with brothers
.
this is the way eyes see it - they curry cured sight then
hiss for urgent blinded deafness
and, o, the relief good boys find in a deafened mind
will shine upon cock-cars which drive until sickness
causes blithe shivers and fevers across naked sex.

o once upon a mind, i saw the unusual side of a mad girl
scar-shaping mods from demons,
and, radioed with wine, my giant head fell aside sirens
lo, a dangler in a gun shoots a father with bared pearls
and, oh, once upon a mind, i saw the unusual spy-girls
come using mad plane earth for vast worlds and suns

this is the way eyes see things - they carry cunt from
venal deadliness where a mother in a bugging gun hears
hissers gobbling after mad nights;
and the mirrors of cruel lights have to kiss across tears;
ooo, my hoody of a female hippy loosens deaths with
eyed fear that cries as she studies gluey gass-kids

And liquidising pussy-ash sears moody glass with grids
and, smoothed, ashy cash fears after boozy bed-pig

LaLaLaTHE END IS NOT PREPARED FOR

 

O ONCE UPON A MIND

o once upon a mind, i saw the unusual side of a sad girl
car-creating clever concertinas and the ideal spar-swirled
coronar of a cornershop cum carrying veins into rivets;
and, made too cold, eyes may well shed rocks for girls
and masoners of milky mites may well shed poppy curls

and, stunned by ravens, i abolished sense to find worlds
whooping it up where a girlish guardian of mad pearls
came grampling at trampoline
and, la la, cutters of sunny spleen have to slice mean
lemon mien-hoaxers; Ah, once upon a mind, cream
came shedding bleacher's seed upon a wound dream
and a budded cowl customs after spun wind as gals
go glistering down a naughty town where old pigs
came flittering around donkey-draggers and ribs

this is the way eyes see it - first, the sights close
second, the good views go blind as a rammed rose
and, o, third headed mumble-bees sting the deft nose
of a sultry eye that leads headpieces under closed
muttering sonar mind-abuse; and hens aside nippies
cluster under nests where a fly found under babies
flicker as they cry; and mad vested visions sees bees
cum swinging for stinging medulas and cutted rubies

i have laid my sex to rest upon the smilers who read
nothing but hot hard poet-sleeves
and my head swallows lard from ponds in sieged
ladderers and domed denier seed
and i splatter focal mess across grey-cloths; and
when river-men shoot radioers with bruised need
then fotal features i green flava has to claim cans
from fatal moon-drivelling sausage-Man. Ah?!!!

doo.doo.doo....

 

I SAW A SENSATE MOON-IDIOT

i saw a sensate moon-idiot come rocking at death's door
o a mad madam of stella suns
rotted for me as i took my place under native guns; O
wiseners see flowers gone cold as a rivulet of whores
comes sundering sky with automatice claws
and, once below a mind, fathers to committted bawds
saw menstrual swine-folk made as old as macadam's
tar-teary city-eyrie

i saw a sensate moon-egit come rocking at my door
o, a massive surgeon has to cut me up for nil pay for,
until my sex dies out, the dictum of a slut must score
a naked nucleii from headpieces and coded gas-stores
and, la la, a maddener of good disabled God has to heap
swollen mamma butter with a dolly knife;
and a boney bayer who yaps at a barked gold christ
hits to a blood beat

o i saw a sensate star-child thrumming hands with iced
vaginal blind sorbets; and a cherry choker which uses ice
to scram away creamy bull-bands
must alwaays, made natal, push buttons when grey glam
noshes on nuclear potato-rams
and, drugged up from chippy-clans, my evil faces slam
bald nurses under dunny covers and cloven kiddy rice
..
these tawny dying poem-days rock at pleasure priest
and, laaaa, me and mother clay has my head in leased
summery sex-appointed land-fleece; and Leda is Christ
and odes to eaglers
must strangle cedars when a planchette on a lost beach

hammers guns to tea-slaves; Ohhhh
the wintry scissors of ghosts taunt strayed
body-bleedings

And tossers end..

 

I SAW A MOON MIND SUN-MADE

 

i saw a moon mind sun-made
o when men cut grime, skin must fade to
utmost nothing
and a bed of bubblings rode unto a
daddy fete where sad ships sailed
underwaterfalls
and i saw a moon mind star-raised

the ancthers of salt shadow has a
time machine for a bad tail,
and i loosen menkind under veiled
stallion beads;
and eyes cry aloud as easy dweebs
dollop fat seed
upon bastard tables

i saw a moon mind skin-slayed
o a dicker of a ripper uses cold-clay
to sirenise doctors with fast sea-spray
and eyers bedazzle us
and riders star-sunder us

Ah mien...

 

I SAW A BALDED BAD BANANA

 

i saw a balded bad banana shaped from
dreaded dromedary almanacs
and, lo, as times died, i saw a soft gun
shooting mamma dairies
and a titted moll loses her gangster wife
and a lesbian radio
shrills aloud for bright evil nights

i saw a balded bad banana pealed from
a bone of a sailed dog,
and i will always love dogs as i strum
a canine guitar,- O, a cat scan's mum
uses Uylsses for sugar;
and me and mental pleasure stop
all sweetening minds.

O

a dairy disaster has to feed a titter with a smile
o, easy old fathers
lead dogs to warders; and a stirrer in a fever
shatters locks with laughter;
and, traced, a lousy lid fails to move; and fever
smokes easil taken lather

a dairy disaster has to feed a picture with a dial;
and robotic pussies peer from dolly mixtures
and a doctored lady
leans inside the lamplight when a sea of files
shaves broken baby

and masterers of sadness cut a mad sundial
and mistressing belled madness
anoints the piers of england aside star-smiles

la la la la la

end..

WHENCE CATTERS IN
CAT HEAVEN SLEEP ALL DAY

whence catters in cat heaven sleep all day
then i will review sin
ah whence ratters in cat heaven chew skin
then robotic feline clay
will surely shape diamonds from cat-wind
and a saviour of decay
swallows bats and cries aloud for gold limbs
and an eater of lost meringues
hastens to red lippies
O, once aside bodies, i get boxed in cities
.
whence catters in cat heaven weep all day
then i will transpose winds
to turn against tiger hymns; and i will spray
a lion christ across hands and mental daddies
and i shall murder evil mountains with
french terrain and sweet salt
O, once aside daisies, i get rocked by volts
.
these are the market days where i hit piss

and a bed of bubblings rode unto a
daddy fete where sad ships sailed
underwaterfalls
and i saw a moon mind star-raised

the ancthers of salt shadow has a
time machine for a bad tail,
and i loosen menkind under veiled
stallion beads;
and eyes cry aloud as easy dweebs
dollop fat seed
upon bastard tables

OOOOO.

 

THERE ARE ONE ZILLION
SWALLOWS IN MY
BACKYARD

 

there are one zillion swallows in my backyard
o here there are nine zillion shadows
come cocking at hell's front-door
la la, as faces change, then birds under calves
carry cunted shoes to lemon moors
and, o, here there are one zillion monkeys
and, o, here there are cosmotic slut-honeys
and, laaa, once upon my mind, a bed of scarves
snapped a slit across a wintry engine

and dealers in dead dirt dreams of surgeons
and painty easy bed-skirt
swills fanny juice from evil sexy bed-hurt
and a vampiric spurgeon
drinks to easy deaths; and disease uses skirt
to serve bummy stink to washer boys
..
there are one zillion sparrows in my frontyard
o here there are the actual gallows;
and a sea of slease stops, and blue cards
show yellowers to nooses and eaten haloes
and, la la, easels that paint the dead use pillows

to grasp to lips until a robin in a cuckoo nest
feeds friers to fast chips and chicken mess.
and friers send plasts to sleep
and drivers rend masks from meats

O, here and now, listen in to growl radio.

I SUCK A VELVETINE

i suck a velvetine from a bastard boy-spinney
o my dizzy sun leaks loss when odes to mummy
send occidental birth to sleep
la la, i suck a velvetine from a blurry heap
and, ahh, a mental stroke hisses as she reaps
dirtying death from accidental neon heat

if we grasp for glass we may well me scream,-
O, periodic fables come cocking under caps
and a city slumber sends
dirtied coastal corridors when odd men
split vaginal atoms

i suck a velvetine from a bastard boy-honey
o my easy summer slips cuts aside daddy;
and a sliding mask
fasions meat from damask
and a bridling storm rides upon monkeyed
happy clappy christ castes.

AS WE GRASP UPON GRAPES

 

as we grasp upon grapes, mad swung
eaters of chuchyards may well
scatter a scuttered sea aside wind-wells;
and a starry winter
listens to dirt, disease and death; and, O,
idolising prisoners peal bars from islands
and a sad holy sleuth suppers for England
.
all these darksome days where i believe
in nothing much apart from de less deceived
have come now to venereal nothing;
and, la la, my invective penile rash spin
against five winds where pushers glow for
easterly xmas and the dollar-driller's whore
.
i suck to de velvetine and cry forevermore
and i shall doctor madam spleen with
greyers of haired vinegars
and a hitting motel-hotel shuts up kids with
burned oval keys
oo, and my easy head twirls aside bees
and these fathered toys i believed in seize
blood boxes from vanning tranistory trees
.
o i may well cut a nut as i chew cherries
and, oo, madam peppermint chokes for
doom deniers; and doom deniers score for
ballers and blooded tangerines; O, eyes thaw

always, always, always.. ahhhhhhhhhh Uh

mother fuckers find ways to seize
lamp-light from drains; O, mad trees
go groaning in the west
and, lo, as we turn to burn, we read
glowing kind books which receive
old sad dogs from daddy's chambers;
and a father to hired seas
sends a dilator to a city of beads

MOTHER FUCKERS FIND THE
WAYS TO SEIZE

 

mother fuckers find the ways to seize
canyons from blinded body-reeds
and, uh, we sail to death as we relieve
a lover of loss with the dead deceived
la la, eyes glean gas
ah ah, slides show glass; and milk
comes baptising dark cats with silk

oo the veins of easter raga for love
oo the trains of killers jack gods; and
we get caught in a fairground moon and
salted dollars pay for the English pound
and darted graves buy sweet-ground
and, la la, slaves to lives
loosen vinegar ties and lean to die;
and, ah, missionaries to xmas writhe
aside lunacy and beehives.

mother fuckers find ways to seize
noon-light from phantastic mind-sleeves
and a boney gem kisses coda
and a stony sin spins for coca-cola
ahh, a dunny daffy on a cliff shoulders
a bad storm from a dead heart
and weevils bite and deaden dark
..
once upon a mind in a strange world
i overheard a mad gal crying for sleep
and i put her down in a ramrose
ah, once aside of me, in a mad world,
i oversaw death then drove for curls
and a crisscrossing flava has to whirl
ideal fingers across a dumb swirl of
vaginas and slitterers of dairy gods.
..
blinded butchered bakers pick blood
and easy ilexes shove arse into muds;
and my dumb world is surely pyramid
.
O

 

OH, ONCE I HAD AN EASY MIND

oh once i had an easy mind and she got in the way
oh, when once i used sun for wine
now May children sing for day; and my lady father
fascinates gloom with brine
and, la la, i accuse kids for yearning as i feather
an oiler of a bath-boy with easy mental heather
oo, once upon a mind, eyes turned aside fevers
and, once aside my mind, visions brokedown for
eaters of veins and venal scissors
and a bough of lime-blood cums rotting rivers for
an easy menstrual mind that puts at end to war

oh, when luminous chapels cry and cry, mother
hastens to the noise of mutter courage
and a bird of night twitters under marriage as
a luminous cathedral drops deaths upon smothered
body-breakings
OOOO a lazy loosener chats for mummas
and mammas hush and ooze
forevermore

La La La!!!

THE EASY LINES OF VENAL PRISON

the easy lines of venal prison shuts oakers when
a shattering of widows shines down across pigeons
and a watry close crashes
and a baby rose crashes
and a softened crow flashes
ahh, we are weevillers to the very last and ashes
will always feed cremations to lazy cashes
oh easy lines of venal prison shuts oakers when
medulas meld minted spind sin with chicken.

O, a rubicund ruby ring rots upon a giant wing
O, a fascinating booby rots aside a giant sling
and i espy my bandaged string
sharing night-long picks with easy mental sin
and, la la, masoners to a hidden flex spins for
a deadliness of skin that puts an end to wars.

the easy peasy pussy plebs that punish lords
will cum back home to find entertainers gone
and, ah, ashen ladeners grind ghosts from guns
and, ah, flaxed flavourers grind glass from suns;
and, ah, all those flowers are dead and withered
and, ah, all gentlemen have died and withered away
and the stars shine from a grave
and green calves moo as they kiss
and macadam under lubes loosen a dairy-hiss
,..
entering into venal penile rashes, i cut day.

O

shrapnels in easter shells squash easy snakes
o, we shake for fever
o, we scream aloud; and siren-screens shape
easy ghosts of judas from lime-heavy apes;
and we star-shape feathers from old drakes
and we entertain pulled pigeons and lakes
ah with a city by my side, i will suffer babies
ah with a lady at my side,
my eternally lashed mind will smother brides
with dummy doom deniers and ashen weals
and sexy schizotypal diggers drink to heels
and we drag for slitted rivers as
we sink bled baths in a punched gal-ass.

 

SHRAPNELS IN EASTER

shrapnels in easter shells squash easy meals
and we roast a bud in a flat
and we swallow suds as soapy english seals
accuse mods of playing with soft reels; Ah!
once upon a mind, menstrual mindfolk carve
adjacent names across logos of bled cars
O, once upon a mind, eyes play for rats
O, once aside a mind, sky prays for cats
and we widen into rain when Kosher bats
carry spurgeons to crisscrossing xmas cards

and the minds of March serenade the dead
and the honeyed mad heart that dies in bed
must come drooling at love's widows. O, devs
claim softening ghouls from marley's best bed
and a drinker of souls toasts a crippler when
destiny's blind child listens to all glas men
and, la la, we enter into night when children
climb up high to fairy-lights; and, la, cinamon
suppers for cocks as clocker of cloak-men
suck crazy dandy candyfloss for women,..

shrapnels in easter tides rock red xmas for
a clasping mazy festive cakewalk that scores
a shooting heron from latent xmas tree war
and we will most certainly shooteth up for a
dizzy scurrier whose easy name cries for Mars
..
lahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

 

OO AS I SWORE FOR SEX-PERSPEX

oo as i swore for sex-perspex, i made a filthy sign
and unravelled under dead lips
and, oo, when a human head got stuffed by dimes
i saw a molten shadow sending cells to ships
and i sailed downstream for a journey where
dogs yapped at a tail-lashed crazy fayre
and a daddy under veils came deep down where
idle prayers placed a hand upon a nunnery
and a kitchen choir sang in a nursery when a
teaser of a traitor teemed with baby money

oo as i swore for sex-tides, i made a forcing sign
and ravelled out and out, out into old times
and a penis on the left
means a penis on the right; and odes to death
draggled for thefts from hearses and green wine
ah ah, my venal focal body brags after grey vines
and, la la, a vineyard sail gets crushed beneath

a dizzy daddy dream bus that leads minds to a
rotator of druggard mien and streets under lips
and i saw some daisy lips using pressure to slit
leprous rigs which drop aside a stopped tanked
blue body of boozed fire...

oo i sweat for the davy dark where i use barks
to send my daddy ship to mana and manic hearts
oo i swear for herons and petrol feeds petrels
and coded coastal rilks cry for angry candles
oo, the marker of messengers espies Babels
and softening star-rashes cut men away froms
infant resource and the old slides of guns
.
happy hot hedons smile for laughter but cheer
washes pylons in goofy gab; and we will sear
a baker of a wallet-slag with butchered tears
.
Oh.. i eagerly open de wrappers from ladies
Oh.. i easily soap gold lovers with soft cherries
and wipers wiven after foxes
and eyers, spried, cast blind body boxes aside
valving vows

Luh

*

O FOR THE ENDLESS
SUCK OF A SAVIOUR'S DEATH?

o for the endless suck of a saviour's death?
o what for the skeins of fuck?
o what for the endless cut of a saviour's
disembodied mental rush?
struck from a maimed mind, we see death
drawling around a scabbard world
& a naped menstrual ground heats girls
& a raped scented wasteground eats pearls
o.

for the vines of a vein, may we heed
coded crucifiers of cat-pain, & may we whirl
a girly spire around death's worlds
for we are the mien of loss & we sun-swirl
midnight rubies within ferine boy-curls
o.

for the veins in vines, may we believe in
haltered gods that break a sea of spun sin
&, once we are crossed, may we be quimmed
under a horse-headed bible-jungle-swim
..
o for the endless suck of a saviour's death?
o what for the mines of sluts?
o what for draggling crimes against sexed
boy-ruin?..

a giddy body bell rings the quarter hour
ah a dizzy baby cell traps a locked flower
& a biddy in a rose rams a dicker adown a
sapping laughing sea where a dogdayed ram
sinks easy ripper teeth underneath doll-jam
..
the dyers of doom deniers strangle hands
o a dill of old rooms scatters seed-islands
& a bed of hair heaps ovens under stairs
& a groper of air listens to yoyo reasons
&, la la, we have no sullen need
to raise a radio from out a gay sleeve
...
greed will most certainly outlive us!
.
Uh Uh Uhrobots of Du?!!!

Eyes heat eyes as we do in dust
oo oo lahhh..

 

A CAR DOWN A SEWER
COLLIDES WITH LUST

 

a car down a sewer collides with lust
& we drown on a skewer as holy musk
swings for the spind wind of laden sluts,
& a horse at noah's heel walks blind
seamen mammas of shaken hearse-wynds
& a bone of glass shapes the past
& a sloane of budders shrouds love's masque
& a bairn underneath bluesing blinds
pulls back the drapes on a venus in a craft
..!!!

a bodied butter bomb breathes for casks
a ladied summer sun seethes for vast
cinemas where a dove of darkness star-rasps
dunny angel vows,
& we ripen as we sharpen harped clouds
& we soften gas as we summon
green masts from a mother of sirens
& we will hear dreams when bayed bends
suffer a city on its head?
....
uh uh uhrobots of Du
uh uh ahhhvineyard snails are marked
uh uh uh robots of manna
herd a hippy horse where ashen dada
drops a doggy purse aside love's mine
..
they have heaped a gang of gassers
they have slept for drams as features
fellow fanged falons with radio wine
-they have cum to eat us
- men have cum to reap us...

uh uh uh robots of Du..
ah ah ahhh a lardy laddy has to flush
pharoahs with nine hands as jesu's crush
courses around blind sonic seizure-slushed
impossible blue babbies
...
native biddy bairns breakdown when hot
unicorn evils run the winter through
- we sharpen blondeness with fever fueds
- we harden oysters with shelled river nudes
-. we sever stars from easy trees
& we starve forevermore as beads
trade wives for brawls
./.
this is the world we always knew
: the gun on the gum & the faces we blew.
o a magical minotaur melts into grass!!
.
uh uh uhh robots of Du
la la lahhh controllers of a romantic's car
concertinas with the shivers of endless stars
uh uh uh ahhhh
robots of dardy-dahh
oh oh ah huh robots of ruddy kinema
ssss
sss
sssss

luTHE END!!!!

 

LEISURE SEEKERS
SNAP A HEDON-GUN

 

.
leisure seekers snap a hedon-gun as fannies
wallop blue tails with samphires
o, pleasure peckers palp a sun's gold fairies
& a burned naked death
sea-stabs salty sauce-deaths
..
I will come home one day to find dairies
swilling unigates from dirty cream-eyries
& a milky eagle in a phone
telephones sex when we are all alone
..
leisure seekers snap a hedon-gun as babies
bounce down a cranny cunny candle
..
laeasy colliders must cut child-killers
laeasy dun saviours must cut
eaten green meat...
eyes drink spleen & shut
up

as we pinion plashy dummies then we rock
death's drinking murder-seasons
o we splay easy mummies as we wind rot
underneath castlers whose coded treason
scatters dolly veins
...And cablers lie in paint
And tablers spy at saints; and blood
moves fangs to burning

Lahhhhh.

 

A LADY OF DRUNK DRAINS
DROPS AITCHES

 

a lady of drunk drains drops aitches
la, a biddy under spunk lops red mazes
& a bay of bloody trains
dreams of drowning... O, as we are slaved
then a car of midnight's faces
cums fast back home where eaten graves
sodomise the fields of tomorrow's trades.
.,.
as we pinion plashy dummies then we rock
death's drinking easy gum-clocks
..
Ah

wow, what with a pearly necklace aroundabout
rondlays of pure fire
i will face in to a petrol enemy
o wow, what with an early sex-space shouting
then a family of pure fire
rotates around a bread-crust
...
once, as we played for pus, then we shut
all doors & all dreams
oa vase of hands layers dogs with duck
& we bend wraps under screens
.,.
wow, what with a pearly necklace aroundabout
roundalays of pure tyres
i will show a pet kids to a petrol melody
.
eyes inside eyes ease a cocker under baby
& bended city wives seize a thunder-crazy
cradle bomb
..

AH?

o we will surely take haylong families where
naked gabby gobsters
dream of lady-pin-cures
o we will surely take haylong families where
naked bodied bursters
must gush from thunder-walkers
..
la a bended bay-burn brags after docored
daughter claves
la a spended hay-perm pushes after graves
..
o we will surely take haylong families where
naked doddy pornstars
drop sex aitches
& a greeny salt-bishop who appears snared
drinks from dirty faces

Ah? Ah? Ah?
cornices under rivers stab hens with honeys
and easy furnaces
seal flaps aside purses
Ah? Ah? Ah?

eyers espy comical wet walls made cold as
blue money
and, oo, riders of conic wash-world grasps
fuhrers from sweet monkeys

....

THE IDOLS OF THE DARK

the idols of the dark dine on ships & hair
stinks of sweets..
o will surely take haylong families where
aching ruby star-air
strums a splayed guitar-prayer
la, we fall behind as windows under times
spirit stalled scissor cosines
..
these days when we study crime then
we have to summon sex-rhymes when
grey piggers push plums under old gems
..
idolent pharoahs push a pyramid-mine
where, tombed, hush heats river-wine
& cars crawl behind villages: we whine
*
& when mixed up with poos & porter
then we lay waste to the moon
oh as deaths rip up grey nudes then
we answer back to a front room?
//
a tonsured furnace of spunk spoons
sugar-graves to ashen waxy wounds
& we are mixing up
bruised lardy platters which shut
..
& when messed up by naked guts
then we board a bed-train
& we hiss for pores & we strain
all eyes, all sluts
..
a tonguy spind face rots stains,-
salt-eloquence moves under brains
/.
.?,.
*
O & WE SLEEP FOR REST
WHEN RUNES ROPE POETRY

 

..
o & we sleep for rest when runes
rope poetry stereo to closed spoons
ah, as we suffer salt sounds
then a helter of mamma surrounds
dark deaths where a blind clown is
stopped pure fire.
& a widnener of wolfing glassrooms
must peer inside demure pyres;
& we dance for grey lies as choirs
ignite city bends
..
o as we creep to sleep then we tire
for sufferers of pushy dream-fire;
& a sad mad look will walk de fires
& a boat of dads
will hurl love's oars away
for one screened day & forever?

oo, oozers of swift petrol burns up
oo, bruisers use lips for fatal sluts
and i appear dragooned
and eyes sear a massed moon as
chidden women layer dust with gas

AMEN.

*
EASERS OF EAGLE-MONEY

easers of eagle-money spread expensive wings
easers of guilty sonnies
spread a pissy bell-trap; and a digger for ladies
loosens blown necks
and a dizzy stoned mesh
amasses diamonds with daughters
o easers of eagle-money spread expensive rings
with tawny leather hands where death drops.

easers, cherried, chop a parapet from a store
la la, easers, burnt, block off a
citadel of nudes and thieves
and curators of screws must sunder grey greed
with bleeders of soaks and gaoled mind-seed

the acrid lemon breeders of deaths anoint scars
with bluesy baited bunny cars
and weavers, slated, sew sex-cards with stars
and, la la, as wynders moo
then instant herons will caress the davy dark

uhh.

 

AND WHAT WITH DAFFY BOYS
IN TWILIT TRANCEPTS

 

and what with daffy boys in twilit transcepts
i extend two hands to sleuthes
and, ah, what with mummy boys in grey necks
i extemporise truth then cry
and, la la, a bidder for honey spins across
thunderclapping eyes
O a dirtied mask-scribe
raddles after lockdowns and funeral lives

la la, as we scent a Number then we sue loss
ah ah, as we scent faders
then starry sicklers of raiders trip for pagers
and a dunny moon
star-fellows canny cosmotic eye-room
and, dippy, a drop tank
serves birds to dunes
.
and a damager of mooned damasks boom
aside boned burials
and a cheerer of doming balasts use stone
to storm plumes with madrigals
and a family sign waivers aside loam
and a criminal mastiff actor gets out alone

la la, as we scent old tundra then dromes
get wiskered across macadamers
O a darling regent rotates aside backsiders
O a heaving rose-rape
rummages for spread pies
and a daddy doorkey burns cooked wives

oo what with poking penuries made high
then a lubber of shoelaces
storms blinded boots with crystal minds
and a house on stilts
suppers for cum
and, la la, riders of guns shoot a soft spine
and, o-la, breakers bait suns with
daffy goofy gobby geezers

the tissues of the Thames grow like killers

A FATHER TO A NINEVEH THYROID

 

a father to a nineveh thyroid hisses after millers
a lover of cars
couples with Mars; and a focal fatal cat shivers
and, O, massive stars
look down across a green void
Ah, once upon a spleen, eyers shat from toys
Ah, once upon a dream, shysters crap on livers
and a fevered fellah
rampages aside mirrors
and chillers of wives sidle across grey scissors

a father to a nineveh thyroid kisses after milners
a feather in a spar
gets coated in scars; and an evil fig gets murdered
and, bolted, easy avenues glow
O, a painted seesaw sunders roads
O, feinted hindsaws sunder lost toads
and a masstiff biller, raped, strangles a loud rose

Ah my twinned mind maddens for a pissed rogue
Ah my spind mind loosens for a
puncture of a wynd which frightens vales with a
magical mastery of a head-dip
Ah a collector of gods dims lit where green cars
cry and cry and cry

a father to a nineveh thyroid misses de bowl as
chemical changers chop a cot
O, pandemical dancers drip from a wax cot
and a teary ear
gets blinded; and an easy sphere drags ole rot
and, la la, canneries in dead stanneries
fund a tinny tincan with maggots and Fendhaleen.

 

AND I WILL USE A BRA FOR A MOTORCAR

and i will use a bra for a motorcar
and i shall noose fast flava
and, oo, as i lunge at fevers then stars
may well look down across raped spars
and a cottler of Downs
sunders bullers with bellers under lasers
and a cudgler of towns
teems with saddlers
and a rider under crowns craps on fingers

couplers of doomy deniers planet-pans
a pebbler of roomy eye-dyers
and a dog at sea gets scrotal under liars
and a cat at sea gets
preened till he dreams for fathers
and eyers jump blind fathers
and skyers junk mind-readers

and a doll under fire interfuses hens
with dragglers of tyres
and weevilers weep for fires as wrens
clamber across hitler's gay ghost
and a lidder of micklers
carries trout to roaches where ripplers
don a daddy gun

these are the easy darlings whose drums
get tarnished with fanny noise
these are the easy starlings whose lungs
get varnished with funny boys
and as idlers ease thumbs into scrums then
harbingers of dolted gums
come shooting bread while giving head
and an easy girly pyre
sunders creams with burner-beds
..
there are noddlers of lemurs here who
extemporise palavers with natal dudes
there are bodkiners of features
which, banged, size a river from Ledas
and a lady scream
sizes hands from tangerines
and rammers who shoot tureens will
extend a mind-rood to a starry old hill
..
oo we get softened by whips as drills
cry as they sink deeply aside cock-pills.

O A PUNCTIVE WALLAH PHAROAH
GOES TO DE WALL

o a punctive wallah pharoah goes to de wall
o conjunctive killers
cram tonged tongues down pealers
and a naked iris slays sold drowners as scrawl
demonises sailors with rivers
and a hissy hard gal hips aside her sex liver
and a pissy lard-large slit
hops to nailed frenchers; O, a cat in a mirror
arouses pulled ponies from aged asia minor

o a dunker of dammed dukedoms drivels for
an easy xmas-easter fairground war
and a faking forester
snaps cased kid-minds in hired sad waters
and a dotted dangerman
walks a denter of england; and heavenly slaughter
suppers for the vaults in cunt-foods

o a punctive wallah pharoah gives head to roods
o gun-spunkers, gelled, size grids from
nine zillion mine-forests that lead piglets into a
nestler of countlessness
and a nuclear error loosens ladeners of madness
and weepy wolf-wives heal where madness sings
and, la la, weavers of skies
don loud dizzy sweet jazz-rides.

uh these are my dullard days when ivory wives
may choose to feed a salt-nest
uh these are my dumming days when ebonies
come feeling for utmost beauty
and a laden war shoots gunners from babies
and we weep as we sleep
and we sleep as we weep for dusky garlands
and eyers under oak leaves
wash dark christs in soft trees

o drivers of heavenly fairies dream for Pan?

 

THERE ARE DRIVERS OF HEADPIECES

 

there are drivers of headpieces here
there are writhers under cow-fleeces and
dippy tears drop from stained dams. Oh,
as wiveners rock plums
then a digger in masked lungs shadows
a cornish wicca queen whose fast scream
rattles for gelled cells and de Fendhaleen

there are drivers of meat-horses here
there are ten billion spelt eyes using fear
to sunder ghosts with cornish corn-ears
and a wiper of a wept mind
gladdens pits with loaners where tears
float from a nearby weir
and lighters used by impossibly young men
hiss as cummed puffs writhe..

uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh?
Ohmmmmmmmm
uhnnn unhnnnnold worlds are stung?

 

WRITERS ON WET CORN

 

writers on wet corn use wheatsheafs for vines
writers on soft swarms
galley after lips which sink mind-sheets in wynds
and natal fotal storms
shove navellers aside fawns

writers on wet corn wheatsheafs for spines
writers under spawn
suppers for ash where a dingo under mines
mine for de golden dawn
and a shaker of star-flowers talon after
naked gablers

writers on les porn sunder opal flowers
writers under dawn
rides the sadness in digital towers
and a cat of claws sinks her prey way down
inside the masked coteries of sound.

we will whistle round the wind as casements
thrill aside dairy veined bows
we will topple baby and all her rainbows
and denyers in soft hearts
swathes pealed flamingoes in fuck-charts

oo riders on blind rain gargle blood when
chillering manx women fall to their heels when
a battler in pure wax
rushes across thrushes; and daddy flax
sends bodyers of skin
la la, evil holy factories accuse spit crack
with whirling easy raped macs
and a dummy gun shoots all parted prats

writers under babel rpck a carded mouther
writers under stables rot as passion's mumma
gives red head to: O, eyers of glamour
drop acid kinks across a penis void; and

revolvers get scrapped by a rubber island
and, la la, kecks appear nosed with england
and the dazzler dead use daddy flowers.

Uhh.

 

THE WARRIORS OF FEARING
SUNDER NIGHT WITH SHADOW

the warriors of fearing sunder night with shadow
o a signal gun
shoots families dead
and a hooted owl thunders after breaded swallows
and a mooted fathers eats lead
and the wives of March some burying grey bed

the warriors of fearing sunder light with meadows
o a signet gun
shoots memories dead
and a rooted cowl drags devs from screams as
idolisers sharpen suns;
and carters of croned defiance loot dirt gas

the warriors of fearing sunder cunt as de gallows
hiss for a sea of earrings
o a wader under herrings sunders junk
and a naked owl hoots for late evenings
and a fatal bat, snapped, gets murdered; O, monks
use a denier mast for a hanged face

the warriors of fearing snip for ceilings; and spunk
glows as she gets throwed
across a daddy flower; and riders sunder trunks
and jays jump spunk

ahhhh.

 

THE CORRIDORS OF THINKING
SUNDER A SEALED ROSE

 

the corridors of thinking sunder a sealed rose
la la, marriers in flailing sunder a reeled rose
and a daughtered flower
comes thundering after robes
and radical stinkers share salts with towers
and an idle snake
slides as she flows; and a naked mumma
drapes colic across a lake

the corridors of thinking sunder a reeled rose
la la, carriers in sailing sunder a pealed rose
and eyers glow, just like self-sex glows

the corridors of thinking sunder closed snows
and an ideal monkey
sunders veins with carkeys
and a laden flower sunder blinking
and a garden shower sunders fucked droves

crappers of dogs slide cat-men under riders
lappers of cogs slide rat-men
under a burned eye-sea
and latent killers abuse deaths with trees

uh uh uh i will kiss nests then damage bees

O

RED CREATORS WHO
CURE CHURCH DREAMS

red creators who cure church dreams will
star-sunder nudes
o red directers snooze
and a lady heart shoots veins with hills as
soapy dragon farts use fires for lubes

red creators, noosed, sunder odd truths
and a naked puller
plashes across murders; an ideal beller
bags bands aside rivers
and, made puce, raiders of rivers

show magical drowned hands to quivers.

empirical pussy men sink fists day deep
la la, emeraies of under pinks
uses a rye cake for a dinner's meat
and a doggy plate
comes sundering gems with grey pinks
and a doddery snake
slithers across serpent oils

empirical little men sink lips under heat
la la, enemies of iced links
interfuse guns with warders
and, oo, a vase filed with false waters
will surely waste cunt kids
and, sex-maced, peevers feed pigs

Ohm,- shadowers of teasers uses kids
to sermonise deaths with pianos

Luh

ONCE UPON A MIND 2

once upon a mind, i oversaw a mad woman
come shiving after drones
o once aside times, i oversaw grey children
come sundering eyes with moaners
and, la la, after a small death, a sea of women
will certainly suffer waves
and, made old, mufflers thunder after gardens

empirical pussy joys get salt-shaved; and lays
leap a turny turtle as
doltors of monies switch midsummer glass
with dairy thumbs and doctored spring-gas
and a naked scissor merchant
seizes de blithe moon

once upon a mad mind, i saw aged cocoons
star-raised; and golden vines use gin-looms
and a carrier of waxed spines
get smashed; Oh, eaters whine as glassrooms
sunder a builder of ancient sleep
and, la la, reevers give head to false wine.

ah, ashen aspen wytches will cradle crime
as, waxen, reflexers use hills to cut minds

eternally...

 

EMPIRICAL CAPITAL LOSS
SENDS A DINGO TO DE SEA

 

empirical capital loss sends a dingo to de sea
emptying cables
cling to hearts
and a sodden label gets adhered to oat-trees
and a falsifier of bees
extends wasps to cities
and a laden bud fascinates evil jacking pities
and a pious pushy nest
peals parental easy desks
aside a blown sad broom

empirical capital loss sends donkeys to sleep
emptying candles
cling to sparks
and a sodden table causes bled bones to reap
limey lashers of cemeted venal darkness
and weepies, washed, sear a songbird's breasts
with ten zillion outstretched arms

once upon a mind, i saw aged raped poltroons
cum sidling across houses built from eyes
oo, where deaths die, then students of slides
get sundering underneath odes to coral prides
and, slackening, dolly meats
scatter sticker matter across wedded sky
and we feed lunar cabbage to sweet lies

the melded offices of easy pens use salts
to shudder after Isis
the welted messagers of pig-pens use lips
to swell under nude faces
and a melted mind sharpens fusing stasis
to sell a cellar-trip
to a softening cab where eastern crypts
cry as men strip

and a fabler of cagers rots for rubbish.

 

THERE ARE FACES UNDER RUBIES

 

there are faces under rubies that lead hens to water
there are cases under armies
and a laden hiss sunders water
and a garden-kiss sunders rubies
and a garland-gift sunders babbies
o there are faces under rubies that lead hens to mortars
and a local thief
burgles meat
and a focal thief steals god's bride
and a fatal chief comes home to suicides

the melded offices of easy wrens sunders nude eyes
the squirted soffits in easy dens
sunders doom denials with deniers and closed tides
and a blowwer of Big Ben
hastens aside pig-pins; and a fotal fat fart uses men
to sunder bony bribes
and a fatal horse leads mice to easy scribes

there are faces under rubies that lead hens to water
there are cases under doobies that lead hens to slaughter
and, easily flexed, we weep for silkies
and, peasily decked, we creep after petrol enemies

Uh

O ASHES INSIDE SODOMY
SUPPER FOR SOAPY DUDES

O ashes inside sodomy supper for soapy dudes
O flashes aside de family
show old men to the rude
and a local father hisses as his body rock gets
sundered by lost screws
and a warded mind melds ash to rosemaries as
sweaters get pulled from factories
and a blowing head
gets belted
and a crowing bed
gets welted
and a crying deck
gets pelted by sotters of dingos and easy bread

O ashes inside sodomy supper for soft dudes
O lashes aside ole mammaries
shelter burns inside a deepener of greyed foods
and handsome food-fasteners
glow, just like a glow worm glows,
and easterly arising carded cafe picklers use crows
to wed pants to skirted sea-laughter
and eyers of pure pain
come back home to sleep again
O

the aspic jazz jam of a latent dart gets lead to rain
the aspic mass-man whose headpiece drinks rain
has to drop to love
ah, a signal silence scatters lambs across drugged
biddy lotions
and an easy potion sells peppers to commotions
and an easy pug-dog
gets walked until she feels all right?

and punctive parlatious autocrats use fabs for
dear sweet jazzy nuclear wards

Luhhh

*
O, ASHES ASIDE FAMILY CIRCLES
SUNDER EATERS

 

O, ashes aside family circles sunder eaters with
calamaties of shuttering cradles
O, mashes aside family cantos cry after cribs as
a daughter to denial
comes shovelling empyters under digital tiles
and a cellar in a smile
comes swallowing bile where a vineyard sail
washes damage inside lost dials

aspics, shammed, suffer mary
mastics, slammed, suffer rubies,
and a gun in Spain sucks a saviour's quarry
and a star of pain
cries from bled cloud as a daddy's lady
crashes; and doomy dashy car-cabbies
assault pins with mammy
O

the fasteners of filed felts shake memory
the castlers of wild pelts
shape vials from honey seeds
and a fatal wasp widens under life-sleeves
and a focal cross
craps across crisscrossers where ole deeds
swallow shent coins
and slotted rent-groynes dream about weeds

the indolent ignorance of a lost tree has to draw
ideal pregnancies across dad's war
and a female dreamer
crosses abortions with riders of city mammies
and a softening dreamer
dazzles after easy rivers where laden studies
leash birth-quests with summer
and good men keep their hands in feathers
and good men creep for wigwams
and mad boys sleep after rubber hands

La La La..

*
THE INDOLENT IGNORANCE
OF A SOFT CITY

the indolent ignorance of a soft city has to draw
ideal mentalis across a crasher of lofted jaws

in the poppy saps of a crocodile and a cervix
a slayer of manyana has to shut de crucifixes
and a bunny shower
leads mums to waters when a local mad apsis
sunders bedders with slaughter
and, oo, there has been a writer here who
gives a filthy thumb to the palor true

the indolent ignorance of a lopped city has to
draw regal blinds across the riders of roods.

ah in bummer wine, we don dells as snoods move
acrd punishers to dad-talk
ah in summer brine, we don cells as moods
supper for pricklers
and a natal heart locks a green bibler aside
dusted shallow fawkes

there are lemon clocks where that eat kiosks
there are melon rocks here
and, once sided, weepers will shed fear with
candifiers of colas and caramel kine-cribs
and dolorous rollers
widen for the heart
and decorous dealers
widen for lost art; and colliders cut files
and softening hearts will sunderise smiles

forever..

 

WIDOWERS IN UPSTAIRS
FLATS CRY FOR DILATIONS

 

widowers in upstairs flats cry for dilations
windowers, spind, scrap rats as vibrations
lead a diamate drummer
across latent farts where the wrists of summer
scurry across sad ava maria
and a golden mark canes daddies with thunder

mentalisers, mobbed, masturbate in mind-lumber
digital riders, mobbed, car-castigate naked father
and a molten maid
summons troats from waves
and a roman smile eases pain aside sea-larders
and a rosemary finger
washes petrels under easy cheesy-vinegar

the chimers of maladies missionise the dead
the flamers of wide radio
swashes granareis aside pluperfect shadow
and a surrender's tallow
topples baby beat with swarthing blue piano
.
the chambers fail as they fall
ahh a venal veil cuts drawl whence a dragon
spits soft phlegm
and poachers of sin spin a kid across wagons
and a rivaller to spun wind
loosens anvils with daughtering sky-hymns

THERE ARE DEIFIERS IN
THE REDDENING GREEN-MIST

 

there are deifiers in the reddening green-mist
there are denyers whose hot ties will use grist
to serry madam graveyards
with pokey winter-bards; and sweet xmas hits
an autumn ride to endlessness
and a focal foal-thigh sinks candles under tips

there are deafeners in the deadening mind-kiss
there are gold sentries in the
focuses of old enemies; and a draggler's fist
comes crusading cunts with soft pips
and, la la, as we arouse ribs
then we suffer sweeteners of painted eye-bibs

these are our mallard days when we use figs to
cauterise budders with freezing summer blues;
and a man downstream
sunders bladers with deifiers of aged germolenes

the butcher-baker of mad midafternons has to
raise a riven lyon from a noose
the amazing spy-smoker whose eyes use puce
fastens all-mining warblers
with hymen
and rivuleters who siren after bulbous semen
listen to vitamins as mad kind sirens
wallop a crisscrossing palm with eateries

these are our mallard days where we seize
fitting geesy epilepsies
these are our dullard day where we seize
figgy dizzy catalepsies
and a gourde in eyries captures god's eagle
and a bawd in mind-streams
fish for foamed-fish

then cablers under miction melts as she rivals
mad-blue stationaries
and a noted crower cascades across Idols
and a yokel flower
sermonises a wax-doll
.
Oh??

THE EASY RIDER OF A SLITTED SCREEN

The easy rider of a slitted screen
holds blind hands to angels
o, easy bikers slam a smashed dream
& a horse of marks
falls aside pony-parks
,.
the easy rider of a scattered stream
hurls rice at veined bows
o, we hear hens ram radioed crows
& we burn up..
once aside of devils, a boat of strobes
sailed upon nude lips
& a sign of rosehips saw hits made
as grey as gooseberry lather
....
the easy rider of a slitted screen
heals the writhing dead
.
i saw a skit of flame made as cold as
vaginal glass
o, i saw a mit of veins made as cold as
virginal masks
& a bolt of hail hits my feed
& a vault of grails rips my sleeves
..
once aside mien, we witness a again
a roman rodeo of cuckoo pain
& we raise a bad glass to stained
sparrow grain
& I am wide and will arise again
from torpor and ignorance

i saw a slit of flame made as cold as
vaginal glass
o, i saw a ship of gnits hanging fast
body babies
.,.
rocked, we see a skin of ladies made
colder than rain
*
the easy riders of a slitted screen
masses missives under wolfed cream
la, a bay of ribs
rocks a rice plate
& we hiss for cold & we site snakes
lo a vulture buddy whose birdies shake
has a whored hero of its woman
...
once aside bridlers, a massive kid
wallops snapped soap with grey pigs
& a bone of brine
shatters radio-wine
& a vamped hired bed heaps minds
undereneath rams & meadows
...
the easy riders of a slitted screen
masses kisses under walled seams
^& we have weird scenes.

THE WOOLLEN
WOLF-SMOKE OF
ONE ZILLION WIVES

 

the woollen wolf-smoke of one zillion wives
heap a blonde blown sky
o, a sun under cock-dope hastens for lies
& we swing of dippers
& we murder naked rivers
when once we smashed lustre, then
we married cars to bitumen
o the woolken wolf-smoke of wed eyes
ravishes after balls & breakers
,.,
easy liars for lime drop a glass of minds
& a bone of breads
slices caked dreggers of gold wine,

the baggers of blondied blown bits bake
banned city shakes
oh, a sea of drakes breakdown-,,
once aside rhyme, i jacked towns
ah, once aside lime, i buried clowns
& a blessed bed-rhyme
sang misty for mind-swine
& we played piano of blue drapes
./.
the baggers of blondied blown bits bake
gold-headed unicorns
& we run fast devils through as
shapless pigs listen to gold-porn
*
shapeless fawny fizzers drink from stale wine
o, a faceless cloudy figure
fishes for bed-blown mad spines
& we scatter cold bone aroud grey minds
~& sadness heaps burned flava
lo a wild rolled world has sleasy radar
lo a soft burred girl as hairy sea-cars
& a shapeless fawny fizzer star-quivers
& a ship of drowned death
snaps a cliff of fools
..
shapeless shaven killers drink from rind,-
an accident in dead child-heaven
wrings a body-neck
..
eaters of rolled worlds hear miners
digging for a soul of cold...

..
& AS I WAS MADE FROM
PITS & PEPPER

& I was made from pits & pepper
& I was well-known to spiced life
& the star-lit capers of the dead
Made me mourn for Judas Christ

& the rooms of droning fathers
Send blue beds to sleep. Oh, & here goes
Sainted Mike & all His feathered lepers
& the keen son of Pan hears
Nothing

& the lines of life lam palms with tears
& the guns of Christ
Lend dead sleep to fears; & when light
Lays blind waste to lovers
Then the arch of Heaven fails to write
O.

The faces on the water tell a bad tale.
The Iris in a slaughter hears the sails
& old lady loss lends labile sun-sails
& the wards of mice seize rites

The keen slammer under midnight
Sources sex & dies?

 

THE MORNING
WHEN I KNEW I'D DIED

 

The morning when I knew I’d died
I led dogs to spatial evening
O, the morning when I used to cry
I led love where children espied
Local evil.

When once a pigeon in the sky
Has made her ingenious wife
Snap, then we will suffer the wide
Wilderness of shadowed lives.

& the town near me has nothing
& the crowd near me hears
Endless sadness crying from tears
& the son of shadow
Boxes; & the mind of bodies sear
Old caves.

This morning, when I always died,
I led dogs to fixed deceiving
& now that the family is over
I will noose us to a blind father
..

Codes will suck ales. The Lover
Is the boy who ails?

I HEARD,
AT DEAD OF NIGHT

 

I heard, at dead of night, a sad rite
O, I saw, under cold light, a mad life
Made from deadly silvers
& the docs of dames hereby quiver
& the rules of edams layer
Lady muck with killers!

When once an evil Aladdin has
Blue winged barks, the sailed hash
Fellows dolls with lemons;
& the salty seasons of the lashed
Lends bald dogs to old pylons
O-

The dilly fathers of the filled
Fawn to beggars; & the sun’s killed
Spill Aldebarren rainbows;
& my city jams an urban road
.
The fascinating cause & effect of
Dilly limes & mirrored Gods
Has no true faiths but lost Love

Hanging from blue trees, I will
Never marry. Ah.

THE SUNDERING
GENESIS OF MAN

The sundering genesis of Man
Leads cold life to motors
& the eating sliders of Woman
Lifts old ropes from lovers
.
Where a doll of ages cuts
Out, then mind mothers
Will surely fawn to air?

The sundering genesis of Pan
Leads old Christ to farmers
& the seated riders of a ram
Cut
City drought.

Where once eaten sparrows shut
All tears & all salt rain, then
Robotic saviours sup a shaft
& balls lend lenses to sluts.

The sundering genesis of Man
Leads sold life to rotors
& the skies of fevers will jam
All jazz & all bodies?

& good boys jack seasands
& good kids jack dead hands
& all wide paeds should die
eternally.

Easy dogs & dizzy women have
No eager whip to hole
O, when once a sea of crabs
Suck a salt soul
Then easy dogs & sin will grab
Feline kids & blind brawls.

Under city phlegm, we will tag
Old diddies & rolled streams
& we will hear bodies cut crags
& we will hear the babies.

Easy dogs & dizzy children have
No eager whip to slow
O, when once a sea of crows
Cuts down blue troths
Then a hill of diamond must
Fall inside salt lobes.

This city’s minds live for robes
& the sunny space where old droves
Used to use false dregs
Has never been to bed?

THE SUNDERING
SCRAP OF A FOREIGN FIELD

 

The sundering scrap of a foreign field
Mows bone from sweet dust
O the old thunder-flash of a sovereign yield
Mows stone from salt lust

& the pigs of ivories learn to shake when
Night’s eye blossoms into
Shaven dolly scissor men

& as the sundering mind of a lost field
Lays dolly wastes to sons & mothers
& the swinging apple-tides where eyes
Laid a blunt book against us
Then man and child will haunt us?

The sundering scrap of a foreign field
Sea-hangs seas of light
Oh, as doddering midlife cuts night
Then dyed hookers will
Yield blue plastics to losing hills.

What with an actor under caps
& what with the sides of the trapped,
We will murder now?

O INSIDE ONE LOVELY
SUN OF LIFE

 

O inside one lovely sun of life, please let me
Sing for swingers & of noise
& always promise me about the boys
& forever promise me an old man’s toys.

I haver been seated in a barn where joys
Fasten me faked farmers
& you and I will surely sail where noise
Jams old air-waves.

O outside of old rain, may we please seize
Staunched diamonds from ringed trees
& we will surely sing for seasons under
Tie-dyed bees & stinging thunder!

I have summoned bakers from a pie
& I have sirens, & lo, I eat alive

Dead daubed men & factories!

O, inside a hay-gold sun, I see tribes
Widening into lazy lonesome
Kid pigs…

I SAW THE DEAD OF ME
SHAPING OSIRIS

 

I saw the dead of me shaping Osiris
O, I fell from red seas
& the wells of Heaven shattered
& the dells of Heaven scattered
Old bright seed.

& the flashes of fast faces smoothed
Good hands & sweet hair
& the wives of Aaron
Leant keen lives to summer’s prayer

I saw the dead of me shaping Osiris
& I fell from a snapped gun
& wound wind-wells shortened us
& the fierce world fed mirror-glass.

When once a city pharaoh hears us
Then ropers must
Lasso caverns to lunatical musk.

We have seen a weird winter in
The backs of the bad Thames
& we have seen sadness swim for
Prisoners of poisoners. This ward
Has no eyes?

 

O WE WILL TAKE
HAYGOLD HONEYS WHERE
LIVES DIVES LEAP FROM
A PRAYER

 

O we will take haygold honeys where
Live dives leap from a prayer
Uh, we will take haygold bodies where
Women write in the frozen air-
&, lo, as the haylong moon sees hair
Crying under cruel combed winds
Then these hay-helmed poem-limbs
Will surely take us home?

This world is changing – see five hymns
Whispering in the eyes of the
Cool space rain treads…

Have we seen Aladdin or have we
Sensed Paladin swarming high seas
& when once a lunar boy
Talons sex with a sonar rolled toy
Then eyes under smoky sedges
Slam a fist inside independent beads.
.
I espy a milky mane shaping us-
This side of dreamy pain, sold lust
Shatters under pink veins. Gold dusts
Crash land
…

Oh?

& I WAS STRICKEN
BY A DISTANT VOICE

 

& I was stricken by a distant voice which
Made me dance for a candlestick
& our elephant dance went around the
Sad soft town in which we had found
A vaginal moon & a penile cul-de-sac
&, oh, when once a pusher of curves
Ripped a ripened robin from the rich, then
Closed eyes healed up & over
A sealed slide

O where once a monkey met the Mother
Then the powders of endless lovers
Laid boys down with trendless brothers of
Breaded bulls & emptied
Ghosted ghoul-grips

The side of a robbed sea-gun has always
Centred Aladdin on God’s stage
&, oh, the wives out alone on my stage
Send monkeys to sleep
& the wedded gals of wheat hire rage
& the dead hear sin
Blown against a bird-cage.

Tired tattlers tap at the morgue &
Sold sex has no beauty?

 

PONCHOS WITH POGOS

Ponchos with pogos pee against a church-wall
la, as kids cry for christs
then a bench of old wives
flits for navy stall-eaters,Oh, opened light
leaps a ghost where dizzy killers
crashdown
...
inside a tangerine town we towel altarlife
aside from owl-lit magnum nudes
la a vest on a cowl raps against nudes
& a sexy villa heaps houses where night
drops a glued gun
..
wow, pens with ink stink of dyslexic
body blows
wow, piggies on the brink seize crows
& a ghost of Israel
murders evil Nazi vein-grails

aside a tangerine town, we towel gayness
but naked nuclear straight men hear
golden aiders of cocked advisors
o we strip after guns as penis riders
shave gals down
down where city mien toasts skirt-butter

La, cavvies of cementers use fists for fever
and weepers maraud dudes with de feather
of madam macadam and her street-seaters

Uhh Uhhh

END..

 

THE ROOKERS OF RADIO RAINBOWS

the rookers of radio rainbows reap after
salty claves where bat-beds swam for fathers
o,a dog of breasts
walked hisself where radio pink-crows net
a raven on a crest
O

once aside decks, we snared a bird-flex
ah we pray for wrecks
& a spool of pure fire shits upon slips
& as times burn, then wide whips
heed spunk where dizzy grey gnits
supper on boiled human hair.... Grips
slash on ice as a bather of aired lips
wallows after bad birchers.... Laaa
all light must end when coded cars
light a spent ignition.

FINITO!!

 

OH I HAVE GLISTENED
FOR THE LUNAR FATHERS

 

oh i have glistened for the lunar fathers
oh eyes have missioned for
coded coda Leda
& we ride a sawn swan when whores
widen into Zeus-fever
..
laaa forever & ever, i will see wards
ramming down the Bethlem powders
& wide wives burn after
Andromeda & eager Hector...
oh i have glistened for the lunar mamma
ohm eyes under me have scored
bad body blows beneath coded gourdes
.
& we chant the mantra when words
fall like dumb-beaked easy chickens
la la la....
Forever & eternally more, kitchens
will arise from steely dammed lungs
& a bummy bear sucks false honeys
from spectres whose haunted guns
shoot phantoms stone-dead... Uh?

 

THE LESIONS OF THE
DEAD & DRAINED

 

the lesions of the dead & drained
hire razors from old beds
^&, sun-stalled, we hear of grain
&, gun-galled, we listen to bread
& the stations of death's factory
greases up love with lime-laundary
..
the rhythms of the dead are stained
under radios which swing for rain
& a blind of wizeners rings veins
aside of mutes where coda maims
trainywards with cavvy geese
..
the lesions of the dead & drained
hire razors from old beds
oh baby hay-golds take famlies
under bagging fires ,.,. O, apiaries
bomb bitten samphires when devs
drink to the dirts of lady Gods
...
emptiers of blind cathedrals stop

aahhh...

the easy eating launderette where i cleansed
me and gemmy germs
have now my screaming head-set
under natty drapes & curtains
o a bay of ferns flashes ashes
under seed
o a grave of perms lashes hashes under weed
& a sawn splayed city heaps bends
outside-in where natrons swing for
dead-ends.. La La here is my
dromedary
and here is my doggy
almanacs...

AMEN..

THE EASY EATERS OF
WASHED CROWDS

the easy eaters of washed crowds are
sent to lazy sleep where a bed of soap-cars
hiss & twirlaround.. Ah i feed soup-jars
to bevvies of broken beels & foamy rivers
..
wow, once we have learnt of lies then tar
will surely blow the head of a pinnace
& we take our facelss pinance into card
& we whip napes with a naked blue-scarred
wedded optic body..
..
o a bay of burns bakes a tawny bud for a
naked eagle-heap of fawned floes & calves
..
this side of a scream, we respire for tarred
body breaks..
underneath caned cake, an urban dummy
is wound where the mummy cloths are
wrapped about bronzed giddy spitters
...
accidental phlegm was paved with scars,-
a romantic jewel-den saws in halves
the lilting lemon press of a draggy heart
/
some let me tell you of the TV's dart
some let me tell you of carts,
some let me sell you the radio arch,-
o some tell me of visual brided sparks
..
the easy nail-vanished scraped cross
drops to Mary's sleeves

END

THE GHOST OF A BLUEBOTTLE

 

the ghost of a bluebottle flew aside my head
o a god of cancer wing-hanged me from dead
waspy lives
o eyes of deaf scent shelled mamma as hides
rammed stinkers into chlorine
aahh
the ghost of a bluebottle blew away my bed
o a dog of camphors swing-severed
sold bitten ores... La, a slitted egg-rocker
rams dizzy fairy guns when a cop of leather
eats a creamed glitter bowel-dinner
uhh
after the fall, (when once we died), sins
may well supper for alien city pleasures
& the Fall of Man
crams curded Peter Pan with bare hands
...
ghosts of naked deaths develop camera sirens.

 

WHENCE WE BOILED GOOD HAIR

whence we boiled good hair then we amused
hitler's idiot ghost with a gasser raised by nudes
la a ghoul on ice
heaps a hater's slice
& we are spliced to bits where canal-christs
dollops draggers down the bayonets of screws
o
cabbies cast cunted callowers where mice
sugar-slather for eager eastern baby-lice
la we cast a cabbage on the land as Aslan
layers penis thickets with naked England's
dizzy tweedy tweeness
o
i jack a brolly with sainted verve as sadness
swallows naked twine
&, striped, a lion of wine toasts the madness
&, triped, a bowel of soft deadness
fucks a spawny sizzler with vaginal emptiness

...We say farewell to moany micados
& wicked riches sail de moon,
& wide wifflers may well swoon
forevermore

ahhhh

whence we boiled good hair then we amused
hitler's bluebottled seizure ghost
la a ghoul on ice
heats a hater's wife
..
Uh!

 

WITH A BASKETFUL OF EASY DRAKES

with a basketful of easy drakes, i deny
all sex & all serpent worlds
o a bud of night swears after hot lies
& a rider of dirty lakes sails under wide
bright snakes where a donny under curls
slices a dappler from an eggish sea-whorl
,.
& a lodger of sheer bone heeds swirled
naked gannet men whose dilly star-girl
has to raid the lamplight for
five bodies whose babbied jack-door
opens drugs aside bellers of rape-straws
with a basketful of easy snapes, i deny
alll sex & all artful worlds
o a sud of bright gulls sharpens wived
doorstoppers of smithy capes & dried
wronged holidays

& feckless blue shakespearoes uses eyes
for tidal games
& necklaced nude dun yoyos cause brides
to sunder pecks with pogos

and i am a stunna's ugly sides...

uh

WE WILL PAINT GRASS

 

we will paint grass with emptinesss when
daggering queen skins will button-bend
cisterns, u-bends, & pomandered newsmen
..
eyes lead us to a deafening image of
gay geeese & the paraders of loud Love's
naked baby bagger
, & an eft at sea has no need to swagger
& a mindless tree moans underwatered
limey ochre-slaggers
..
a dangerous sea-high ripens for lost Leviathan
o a staggering bent sky
hisses like the moon
& a bren of duffs damages rain where eyes
send tar-buildings where mamma noon
hits the slaughtered hour
& a scaled owl hoots for a sea of flour
..
when once a farthing farts then power
extends a glower
o a cunt of darlings carts skin as dowers
drizzle coded money under fast rings
& a bren of duffs damages pain where
ringlets of pawed honey
heat a mad wallah
.
a dangerous sea-high ripens for lost Leviathan
& a spool of nude blood
upends sunned rude god
.

THE FASCISTS OF A FINED MIND

 

the fascists of a fined mind melds a sea of lime
with daddy dolor
o a face of a mined mind melds a sea of lime
with mammy war
& a bell of rape rocks wards when old times
heat a sea of claws
.
once, as we rode, a bed of lips hastened for
a binary of belters
& a cat of helters hoots at rivers & gold whores
hoot for the quarter-hour
& a bren of dusts has a healer for a flower
,,
a dangerous sea-high ripens for lost Leviathan
& fascists of a fined mond melts a sea of mime
*
the doctors of darkness drazzle under wynds
o, a proctor under sadness buckles under wine
& a dog of drought
drops pans aside rolled doubts
& a cat of limes loosens shouts as a don of brine
bridles us with old men
a dangerous sea-high ripens for lost Leviathan
& a rat of sleep preys upon bony bedded hands
& as we widen
then we carry camphors where a rill of islands
drags on a carriage
..
Uh
the doctors of darkness drazzle under wynds
lo a proctor of sadness suckles empied mind5.

WE TRACKLE AFTER DRAKES

 

we trackle after drakes while a the lady's spine
scatters under rubies
o a dangerous sea-high stangles de bodies
& a car of ivies crashes
& a star of babies mashes
farthingales with embers of idiot ingle-dashes
..
a dangerous sea-high tramples family where
a caste of hundred
pays a penis for old hatred
& a pelt of glass grasps blue grass as prayer
falls upon rolled hewn hair
..
doctors of darkness drazzle under grey hatreds
& we dance for the quarter-hour
& we dance till the sun stops power
..
odes to plutarchs pony pullers with bell-heads
o a roads under rubies
radio de west; & we jeer where a cell of doobies
brag-bombs a bud of eyries
.
a dangerous sea-high hoots us where a dairies
dramatize salts & mushed runes
& we radio rodeos as a cradle under spoons
rots, rots
lo..
odes to plutarchs pony pullers with celled egg
& we wallop dudes
..
a dangerous sea-high hoots us where diaries
open up to trangress tears with eagled pegs
,,

 

THE DELLS OF
A QUARTERED FLOWER

the dells of a quartered flower jacks for figs
o, a bed of slaugheters towers under pigs
^& we dance for gold
& we ask for souls
& we prance for diamond.
..
a dangerous sea-high heaps a jipper as kids
dam edams with sailored star-coals
& we extend dolls to dickies as gold souls
swallow old bushes
..
dells of quartered flowers fist aside a crib
oh oh ahhh
we romanticise for old cars as salt nibs
die out.
la
*
salters have meat-capes for mid summers
o jolters of cellves have drapes
la a dangerous sea-hour powers winter snakes
& a bed of bone
dreams about home?
a dangerous sea-high hears shitters shaping
dummy wars from hands & gellied eyes
o a tree of sand
crashes& massive herons hurdles spies
& salters have snow-scapes for hot wives
.
salters have the dead by heart & we rise
aside molten beaks where a sloane of eyes
spirals up, up, up
under closed sea sluts
& we have a robot's duff head abusing
daggerers of dictats & greased sun-noosing
naked star TV..
..
the eekers of idiots ram mamma with cuts.

..

 

WE SUPPER FOR SEASAWS
WHERE WE TRAMPLED
COLD CABINS

we supper for seasaws where we trampled
cold cabins with rolex dreams
o we snapper for sex-squaws as we scream
o we snicker for gal scissor
o we tricker for male river
& a bed of bucks bangs a killer with screens
..
once when we learned or coal then we reamed
romantic fens with easy flesh
o we scatter guns beneath radio wrecks
o we spitter for lungs as wormy bladder-beck
bombs beds with arses
.
a dangerous sea-high hoops de drowned as sex
swallows a taloned bee-bush
& we crackle as we flush a head of dead nets
with buttered quests
..
where we banged cutters then we rode lips-
& a cancerous cancan dens for lobed lifts.

we swallowed bushed honeys as we rode the hour
la a bun of crashed ladies
feeds cat with a flown flower, & we
rise into babies
o we swallow daisy families
o we wallow under grey holidays

ooozers get baptised under milk-tops

A DANGEROUS SEA-HIGH

a dangerous sea-high stations slits when rubies
reason after darksome diamantes
& we radio rum as a radared dolly pantry
drazzles for lessons on laden lessons in baby
,.,.
we supper for seasaws as we drop granaries
la we swallow straws
la we gallow burrs
& we dine off deaths as a dreamer of dawgs
dazzles cellves with lady-curs
..
a dangerous tree-high stations slits when wards
warf after doggers of funereal weather-swards
& we drape lovers beneath rolly diamate
& we wallop wives with gilded roller bird
,,
a tractor of tuned tractor thespians hear curd
& dances set alight to skeins in bright nerves
..
o as for bedazzled fields & the wives of bunny men
we have to hear a raisin in a stream
o as for skinned gold deals, where eyes ride, then
radioed lieutenants of the gripped world reams
after romantics & coded coda creams
& we raise a rope from sofas as dental dreams
drop candles in a vase
..

WHENCE GISM IN A PLUMED CAST
FILLS WITH MASQUES

 

whence gism in a plumed cast fills with masques
then a slashed sea-high helmets after fasts
& a pudding of a body crashes egg into vast
caravans of fanned flans & easelled clasped
bready beef-mien
o a bed of yolks yams after clams as romeos
raid a soul of fruits with nuked eater's yoyos
lo,,
where neatened diamate drills for dark toast
then a meringued blowfly famishes cold roasts
& a giddy galleoned minnowing gourami has oatsd
swirling in a edamed raisined baked seed
,lo
as for bedrazzlers of meals, a wiper of reeds
sharpens gravy ghosts with chisels under weed
^& we season smoke
with dummy cheese & fondant dope
& a sonny trickler of dammy meads heeds smoked
darling dartering dish-men who feed from greed
..
a diamate of demure denuded sea-fire will feed
both the sex and the son of Man?

 

ABOUT PLED PELICANS AND HONEY

lardy cocoa hearts cause everything to work when
easy despisers get happily killed
o, peasy mind-debts will kill the killed as women
appear sliced across venal wynded blue linen

pushers of blorted platforms pee across a smile
issuers of aborted minds swarms reeds with smiles
and, ahh, a naked nuclear favour must implode dials as
heapers of liquid fevers don drag and shine for gas

larded, easy tweeters get twittered upon sex-glass
sharded, easy weepers get tittering upon wide masts
and, la la, sweepers under pets get
shining where no man whines; and issuers peck
pled pelicans and honey

these dead days gets borne upon a crazy rill
these deadening dreams digtalis has uses drills
to deepen dogs with cinemas; and oded mills
come shearing pugs from sweet-cock-card

and we wander through love's head when spools
get sugary for screws; and screwers feed stools
to planers of puffers and blithe foreign schools

larded candy hearts hoot for toucans where
lashness, made dark, dines underneath grey hair;
and dads leap across gold hair
and mums mete loss to sold hair; and grey tears
get swillered around canny kine-hair
and dirtying ground gets dammy for fay tears

there is a mad tale told by deafeners about
a bible-brother whose baptised canary routs dust
with idolisers and blue-beaded pink-bearded musk

Uh Uh Uh Uh here we come to the Robots of Du
Uh Uh Uh Uh here we come to the saviours of blood
and a laden face gets stunned
with a glans-bruise

and neckless fathers use the noose

Uh Uh Uh Uh here we come to the caverns in suds

and feckless dancers feed the noose

Amen..

 

ALL OF THESE CARDBOARD DAYS

 

all of these cardboard days where we carry men to sleep
will, slammed, raise robes from air
o, a rosy river moon must force-feed vines to light meats,
and, once drammed, the evil ilxes in dives eat night-wheat
o, a crazy birther of closed devils
cause hazy heart-suction to sunder beds with grey angels

all of these cardboard days where we marry men to heat
will, dammed, raise toads from tares;
and giddy easel-men drag guns from stairs; O, sandals
get mind-painted

until, slappered, an easy fistful of knollers feeds feinted
catty kines to uterines
o, a caper under mind-signs will rotate across painted
ratty kind blue-green brain-vines

Uh, today, so many men teemed from sainted crime
Uh, today, so many men seemed gunned
across a suitcase and sweat-dreams come timed
aside blown bawds
and timeless lords suck on cat-gut
and mindless birds cut suns from bat-butt

amen...

 

ALL OF THESE CARDBOARD DAYS 2

 

all of these cardboard days appear to count on cards
o, all these mallard days
get star-grafted to peddlers of cold cages; and bards
appear clay-closed under nakedness
and, once wept, a haunted hipster whose jazz decks
sky-dyed easy lips
comes crying forever

all of these cardboard lays where we sear tits will
use an angel-fish for fathers; and odes to aged hills
will hereby scatter softeners across moors and drills
and, oo, a naked faster appears fed to blue tears
la la la, an idolise of farters sears lead with weather

O, once upon a fatal time, we eat skunk and shiver

and i have seen a daddy-damsel-fly's sky-liver
come shaving dreamers with sweet straws; and fingers
draggle after riddlers
and, lo, a fatal bed-fuhrer has to feed stools to kissers
and, once baited by Leda, a zeus-spun fool uses mirrors
to sucker for eft-wives

O, once upon a fatal time, we eat junk then wither
O, once aside a fatal mind, we reap spunk from winter
O, a crazy mazer of wynds heap gut under sphincters
O, a lazy fazer of minds
gets waspish then fades along loud splintered

body-crosses...

Uh

 

OO WHAT WITH CLOTH-CAPS
AT THE READY

oo what with cloth-caps at the ready, reasoners of babies
appear snapped across paps
and, loaded, a sea of loss uses laps for seasoners
and, bladed, a tree of moss causes head-flowers to scrap
all boys; and maddeners under sauces
drill for toys

and an easy rider raises decoys from snappers; and traps
easily fit a fastener
and an eager mouser gets rended from looseners when cats
cause the whole wild earth to swing

oo what with moth-maps at the ready, treasoners in lobbies
appear slain; and an eater of tat cuts lazy fish with doobies
ah ah, as we ride from slippers
then we use schiz words for fingers;

and, once fused, ripped birds drown cuts inside vinegars
and, moved, factal brain-drips resound
la la, we have seen metal-manes causing lions to crown
all prey with a manxing tail-genius

and i have seen a dummy dragonfly aside a penis
and, lo, i have seen a silly swagger in a sea-harness
arriving back homeward to find his lover killed; O, varnish
loops fists around fearers

uh the times are christed
uh the minds are hoisted for sea-harnesses
and a local car concertinas
and a focal star weds vaginas; and consollers drink rivers
dry.

PALABLE EYES UNDERNEATH
BALD GLASSES

 

palpable eyers underneath bald glasses cause blinders to drink from
an actual expensive soup-flask;
and a naked mind-scented bath gets revolving when bathers storm
a baker of beds and families
la la, we weep for sand as we swell for mammaries
and, o, a wader for wands wave magicks from dromedaries

palpable spires underneath sprawlers don draculas from guns and
evil eveners of cunt-bloods use forcers to dramatise grey england;
oh, once upon a thermos-mind, where soupers used fondants,
i espied a candy horse hat-rinsing chairs
and all chairs are gentlemen's chairs
and blurred players will cause smokers to puff along pendants,

and i have seen a damager come eating a dragon;
and memoriesmust sweeten grime then season aged pee-flagons
la la, and a lanterner, spent, gets forgotten when
modern cavvies
come homeward
and we will get boneward
and, oo, we will use stoners to sunder birds and closed wards

uh uh a candler fire sinks wax under blue thighs as old bawds
come sirenising pyres from massed
wallers; and mad kids frown.

 

THE IDEAL EBONIES AND IVORIES

 

the ideal ebonies and ivories of an immensely gifted human mind
must, shared, make a keen way for laden family history
o, a bed of pure holy fire
appears rended aside god's spires

once upon a blue mind, a fascist shit used hands for knees when
ingenious gypsies entwined amazing jews across cool women
and, once stopped, all rivals to race-peace must
get destroyed
under dead flowers where many rivers respire,

these are our mallard days; O, these are our cities where we cloy
nazi scum beneath dizzy eyes and clothed deities
and a darkener of fizzy skies gets knighted by the dawn as boys
dance and dance for xmas-eastertimes

once upon a blue mind, a fascist shit used fangs for beads
once across a nude mind, a faceless half-wit used bees for leads
and, sundering by, i entertain equal world-measureS; and my trees

appear healed now
and i am in the ground now;
and eyers of reapers carry cudgellers to a snow-town when
ashen nickers grind slowed
picnic-pomanders

Uh

WE WILL HAVE TO HEAT A BANDANA

 

we will have to heat a bandana as we listen to oak-leaves
we wil have to reap cars from pudendas
and, once slapped, stars aside grey-mind-pumas
will surely come home to find gingery heart-rumours
appearing pearly

we will have to heat a mandala as we listen to roped trees
and as we eat some toast and drain old tea then family
will come sundering inside seed-harness
o, once across blue thunder, weavers of women seize

openers from crews and cradle-jesus; and god's leas
use lakesides for daffodils,

and, la la, sidlers in de morning drink to wifflers as peas
are poked then cry

and i have scented cabbage with kind moss when leaves
sink rubblers under bruisers of fixed minds
uh, i have seen into noosers and have left sex behind

O

we will have to heat a bandana as we glisten underseeds
o we will have to reap dun manyanas
and eyers of ideal stone come crying after thunder-seeds

La La La!!ENDLESSNESS BLEEDS LIKE METAL

*
OO A FATALIST, FANNIED, HEARS A CLOSED DOOR

oo a fatalist, fannied, hears a closed door causing house-noise
to surrender babby to blown tears
oo an empress, ladied, hears a loud door causing home-boys
to sunder beds with venir
and, once book-bred, a shadower aside rivers force piers
to ignite then disappear under spears

oo a fatalist, emptied, sears a rose-whore as naked ears
get tardied with madam macadams
and, la, scented mind-centaurs drag drips for ravened
pussy-pealed careers

and, once across mirrors, we use crows for creelers and
weepies cause milkers to seize leatherers from brigands

wow, easterly arising winter-whippers seem soft at hand
woah, westerly arriving summer-strippers seem murdered

Uh Uh: a factory under ceilings raises dreams from rams
and, laden with hunger, reeling faces scream for england

Oh a fatalist gents trannied by the sweet deaths in islands
Oh a meddler under curried sky
uses mad sex for sirens; and a salty seashore cures clams

Eh? the dunny day is set for a chilling heart to expand

No More.

 

THESE ARE OUR MALLARD DAYS

 

these are our mallard days
these are our cherry-trades we use for apple-lays
and, o, once a renal dolphin
appears fed to martian dauphins, then dragglerss
must seize the earth
and, once pooled, spoolers must serve ice to birth

these are our mallard days
these are our choke-cherry glades where we surf
across drowners of webbers and nettted ear-births;
o, a naked puler nooses illegal images to de nursed
illegal factory-hospitals
and a naked beller uses eyes for stair-rails

Uh Uh Uh: one sweet day, my anoint will wreck
looseners; and menkind, slayed, paints a sea-neck
with tawny tears that lead mentos to reddeners.

and these are our sodden midnights when flailers
appear soapy
la la, an optic biddy uses rites for bodies
and, under baskets, nostrillers warred for daffies
and, under carpets,
where madams break, a house in a rill cruifies
dirt, death, disease, sex and parapets

Uh Uh Uh: one sweet day, my anoint decked
body-chisels; and wideners loosen old suicides

O

 

THERE WAS ONCE A FALSE TALE
THAT ROCKED THE WORLD?

1.

there was once a false tale told that rocked the word-blind dead
o, when once wax-vales roll
then taxing cunts will revolve across golden pig-plebs
and, la a false tale was once told
and, o-la, a wicked sail causes fused boats to fly; O, red bread
causes a casual caustic lover to move soap from eyes

ah, a faller whose phantastic fist-labia fizzes, then blue tides
get both mental and fatal
ah, a rawler whose jurassic piss-pealer hisses, then blue wives
get both minted and natal

O, we crisscross a nailer with poesy peddles
O, we kiss-boss a fearer with pissy cables
and i have heard a false tale told about sex, death and beads
and the fast tale achieves fascianted body-mess

uh uh uh?: one ferine talon-day we will centre sex under
greyers of gorgers and gorgeous lady gorgons
and i have seen fjorders expanding ruins aside Medusa

uh uh uh: weepers get turned to bone
uh uh uh: reapers get burned from stone
and evil devil snakey girls get turned from shrift groans

Lahh. I will procrastinate until a greasy gull
goes home..La La La: this skull is fed to bones.

2.

thence the fizzing fixing dead came crying for a split mountain
and shearers of kissers uses red canes
to draw striped bloods from fled veins
o a startler, copped, uses a coppice grate for a vast brain
and, mumbling by, celtic godesses widen dogs with grain
and, la la, candy castlers whose cod-crease has to tea-strain
coffiners from happy snappy dirt coffees
and i am a renderer of slappy skirt-toffees

thence the fizzling transifixing dead came up from a fountain
and, lo, a hissing pylon
appears stunned with impossible renal traction; and nylon
suppers for forkers
and nipplers, swalked, wades across mummy clothes; Oh,

once across a bad mind-mane, a doctor to red toads must
sunder a snaffler from a heart-train;
and idealisers look deeply down in a god's crossed brains

oo, a dodgy dirtyer
has to seals hot streets beneath filthy boars,
and an english acorn and vile sun will strip lyons bare

Uh Uh Uh, and we answer once more
to a king of gloves as a mirror on the moors
loosens gliss to seagulls

thence the crisscrossing manses of a vast soul will snare
everything with prairie hands and loaded toes

and i will thunderise all palaces
and i will liquidise tall penises when a draggler of hair
cuts squid-limbs from ashen waxen canine dog-tares
and, left to grieve,
me and madam macadam will serve krills to weed

O. The Son of Pan is stoned dead
O. The lungs of Ram pierce drams withe bread

la la la
oo oo ooas we catch keen fire then we shed
a corpser of fanglers...

WE CUT GOD'S FACE OFF

we cut god's face off and listened to the rain
ah, we gutted lace; and a fatal facial causes pain
to collude with siren lovers
la la, we splatted space
la la, we cut cellves down; and eaters of veins
appear thundering for dicky cased
body-embalmers

and a sufferer of fingers gets chased across chambers
and a riffler of ginger gets defacing
babby valved spindlers

we cut god's headpiece as we radio three suns
and a differential tickler grasps coded shadow
aside a crabber of cunnies and easy side-shows;
and a crapper aside de bodies
gets instantly bricked in by daisies and totties

we cut a ferine fuser from aces when a biddy will
shame self-sex with hidden masks
ah, we cut a ferine user from stasis when a star-rill
appears pecking petrels from hands and special needs

Uh Uh Uh: we pay a visit to a terminus then die
after a coda kingdom rivets cars to gassed sky
and ogres weep for titan arrows
and blorters creep for titian swallows

and ivies inside apiaries must murder pillows

always..

OOO, A FAKING FEMALE FAKIR

 

ooo, a faking female fakir has to fasten flex to wine
and, when rented, cakers will drag hands from pine
and a tyburn vale gets murdered
and a oaken sail gets murdered
ooo a faking female fakir has to fasten pets to sines
and easy sapphic synergies
get carted from cold spring reeds

ooo a faking female traitor has to trample cold minds
ooo a shaking afgy rapier
cuts the rain deaths savour; and wizeners of drovers
get dreaming forevermore
and, once descried, a castigator's abuse of mothers
kneels across heart-highs

and ashes rake lashes for sashes when eaten warblers
get sharpening dogs with lashes
and wardens of ashes clash aside chicken
and, lo, movers of flashes sunder coded milk-kitchens

Uh Uh Uh...THE END IS NOT PREPARED FOR?

 

OO OOZING BOTANICAL BOY-MEN

 

oo oozing botanical boy-men use here and now a bone for bicycleS
oo goofing under chemic-toys
a sunderer of lovers star-deploys a dictator of fast joys
and, once Numbered, wry sickle fish-flayers accuse grey ricicles
of swilling souring full-fat milk-fists
with sodomising eye-caps; and riders under rivers rotate for toyed
canny canine felinity

oo, a cabler whose family is red gets led to DVD as gardened ploys
get teeth-fed to directors of bread

there are evil seasons growling now: O, garlanding skull-boys will
swill crambled bones from salt crowds
ah, a dizzy baker bum drinks city seas from evil emptied bills
ah, a buzzy caker cums across rubies where evil neon clouds
get sundering by

and, oo, when pigeons coo then drovers must sail up high

oo oozing mechanical boyfriends here and now dress gays down
oo boozing mind-chemicals sear sands from crests and mean clowns;
and behind a wall of Downs
a sotto voce, scarab-drowned, a hitler-hen gets shafted
and, la la, weepers swipe cavvies when a litterer of arses will sound
drilled comic stalls for hulkers and spider-cities; and death's grounds
must squirt swirly yap-meats under creamy killers

omm, a caper of glued fazed creation loosens vinegar ties then dies.

Uh

 

HEIGHTENERS OF ZERO-MEN
CAUSE HANDLERS TO SINK

heighteners of zero-men cause handlers to sink suns under quims
o ripeners, gobbed, send claws across blonde pinks
and, once tried, rended hymns will floss mind-rinks aside shrinks
and i have entertained a foreign sky
come swerving for pavers of a heart-mind

and, la la, once upon palavers, a birded farter gets dunned by
a suitor of porn-briefs and kodaks on the rise
o, deepeners of salt statues
will soften gods with sweet cut shoes

and, laa, i have seen bled men at change of days using smoothes
to sink a labile tongue aside suede dudes

ohm, as casements get shoved, a maker of maskers will abuse
a fanny fire with pyre-splayers and dust-fingers
ohm, as racists get happily mugged, a drainer of sindlers
cuts the curving curs we used to favour

but a canny canine words drag droppers for porn-pealers
and, laa, when feline bawds get ragged
then partisans of fierceness forge a blue chapel with reapers

ahh, once across de davy dark, i espy killers on a false road
ahh, once across de dizzy paths, i espy feelers on a fast road
and, as smellers scent baths, then tubs revolve and lead toads
to cremative feline kisses

La La La: see now the arouser of a carousel carry fairgrounds
across fatal thrilling roller-coasted head-sounds
La La La: see now the deviser of veinous parasols in towns
come scuttering trapped raindrops beneath blinded clowns

Oooo
Oooo
ENDLESSNESS BLEEDS FOR BAYS.

 

AS LOADED LADY NAPLES

 

as loaded lady naples made her way to her own grave
a dianetic baby shaved slaves
and bubonic butter darlings came chanting under lays
and, ooo, a shark of a startling starling
appeared veined aside reelings of teas and halflings,

ahh, once upon a mind in a loud world
teamsters under drums came wivening for lost girls
and, la la, as diamonds cry,
then deepeners of a dead mons will cup tomtit life

and i have overseen dizzy statues arousing god's wife
and, once aside seasons, prides
get happily strangled..

as loaded lady navels made her own way to her slave
a lutany of rabies got shot aside bone-blades
and a lunar mushroom mated hordas to blue trade
and an adventure in a sinned trade
appears galosed under piss-wind; and huge mind-maids
will develop male tit

ah ah,- i have overtaken a naked nuked lost grave
ah ah,- i have shaved england when
buttresses of plagued children sink hens in de Thames

and this whole wived world will send peckers to pain
and this whole vased girlfriend
has to sermonise extended virgin-men with shit-stains

and, la la, the baiters of expended urchin gems
get splattered with scissors
and, o-la, kids with pissers pull panties from mirrored
female tureens

Uhhh UhhhhTHE END IS DEAR
Uhhhhh Uhhhhh lAID KEN SEEMS NEAR
AND MICE use tears to
spread matches on a sideboard.

O

 

O A NUCLEII OF EVIL FACES

 

o a nucleii of evil faces causes idyllic mad kids to soothe
daddy toys with sauces
o a fascist sky-shaper of a naked mod pig gets smoothed
aside dolly wheat where eaters flailed;

and a paperer of sleep appears star-vodoxed with sleuths
la la, a nucelii of maces force imbecilic sad kids to move
ideal foamers to fathered veils

as a dolly bed-head heaps bolsters under billowers, sails
come crow-creating henny henna fevers from claw-grails;
and, genoa-graved, as honey feeds fingers, red vales will
come shafting pokes with blue boats

and, oo, a rosy ruminator loosens head-sleeves where hills
get frapping a coffin coffee for teeny tea-drinkers.

and a laden cavvy encages tablets inside evil shrinkers
and, la la la, easy mind-maces melt inside devil-drinkers
oh, once upon this blue mind, god saw weird scenes where
easter-xmas nailed a nude mine to gilders of filthy hair
and, once when bathers swooned, then a phalanx of tears
comes grinding dogdayed drivellers under green spheres
.
o naked plu-perfect mien-masturbators get sucked aside an
ebony-ivory beautiful nations
o rigid nude-perfect mien-finger-rafters get sucked aside an
marvellous plane where all peoples live forever
and, once upon a soul, a wicked female made easy pleasure
come drinking horse-juices from the bums of the cities

Uhh why oceans burn where rivers die will not be known
till humans die
and arses snare dippers from raped bone.

La

 

DISASTROUS PECKER SEEKERS
AROUSE DUNG

disastrous pecker seekers arouse dung from brawls
ah, veinous old pepper oozes beer-cum
and, once shopped, a bleater underground uses guns
to shoot doom deniers as cold as a kid in a shawl;
and papers under lepers
appears rended by scissors
and skated easy-blithe caesars
get sharpening;

O, a dizzy hipped horse causes scrawl
to thunderise candlers with sinking cheese-thighs
and we jack and jolt
and we crack and vault a poem-moon

disastrous pecker heavers arouse dumbs from stalls
ah, venal as gold, a leaper under grouse
comes sinking periods aside venus-mouth;
and, once drowned, a gamer of a pinnace guts balls
with evil flower-faces

and, once crowned, a maimer of red cunny gets
grasping to glister mien

oo, a dicker of wet picklers peer across wounders
oo, a picker of split waders
appears dingo-drummed by dragon-drapers; Oh,
ashen babies
are smoking; la la, ashy bobbies feed fire to clothes

and we will lose
and we will smooth a stunna from a dolly rose

La La La

Uh Uh ahhhhhhhh mennnnnnnnn.....

 

THE DOCTORS ON THE MEDICAL MOON

the doctors on the medical moon must render cellves
with flaring daffy thumbs
and the hands of eardrums will sermonise soft lungs
o rockers under de chemical tomb
appears splendid ; O, a local fotal room uses elves
to serry chairs with midnights

o as green genoa uses slitted bones to end life
then a dangerous sky-ritted stone-shoe
gets suddering for eye-splitted sloane-fools
and we will see the vials of Man come moving
a castle-keep for snipers
and, la la, riders of pipers will cut up de boiling

the doctors on the medical moon must render cells
with heaving petrol-scrum
and a radioed candy-gun weeps aside TV dells
and we seize a top shelf
and we grease up as we get arrested by bells

ah ah, as kitty fats feed fascinators to cells
then a bruiser of rats gets trapped under dells
and weavers weep for kecks
and heavers heap sauce aside a bastard neck

Uh, vinegar ties get strangling when chains

fall and fail.

 

 

THESE ARE THE DAYS WHEN
MY GROPED HEART

 

these are the days where my groped heart
hisses; O, and insistent days use night as the dark
appears rented to sex-resisting evil madam sharks
la, a budder of a nippy boy
heaps idolisers under father's toys

and a fan-feeling martyr uses ash for funeral boys
and reelers in the ancient east
goes gathering up false flowers when teased geese
come gabbling just like gobbling dick-prison,
and eyers even out salted goblins
and drivers season drought with fanny bisons.

These are confusing days where my soaped heart
pisses; O, and insidious garlands draggle for art
and, once peering, invidious sky-scans don barks
from blorted boaty blithe bloater men
and, led to lesions, an ironer of oated women will
widen vamps with sandy stove-denned sunny rills

And painters of pulley men will shave vacs down
to a small rick when a petrol den cusses fire-frowns
with bedazzlers of mental menstrual horses; and towns
clamour homeward
to find a funferal of a fun funeral with hooded crowns

and silly sodded killed Gods will arise again from
dirtyers of daddies and lea-and-perrins; and guns
get shooted
and billy budded billed God will die again for mum
ahh dizzy blood hens murder eggy brains as cum

lunges across lost pied cock-clothes; and lungs
appear dammed now.

 

La
La
AMEN...

..

PAID COYRIGHT JDB 2021.