..... OUT OUT OUT!

there was no terror felt that Saturday night
Because we felt pain, we had to sleep till
midnight ended
and eyes must shut
and skies must send clouds to sleep.
the rider selling papers posts flags to
mad boys who like junk-mail
and there was no terror that Sunday night;
and eyes must shut
and skies must cover clouds with light
./
because we like cake and because nuts
can cause a fatal allergy
because wheat is capable of killing
when cooking, we
must surely bake resins; and ceilings
fall from afar
and bakers bake for mirrors
..
there was no terror felt that Monday
there was no error in the light on day
and a car of iron
crashes, crashes
uh
wide of the city mark, sad men pray
,
ONCE, LOST, I LEAPT FROM A CITY WALL

once, lost, i leapt from a city wall
and the roads were ridden with drawl
and easy bikes hit me
oa car of killers crushed me;
and once, while chopped, i heard need
begging at death's doors
ideal women wed excellent men and
ideal children are devoid of sex hands
and a wetted weeping old boy
shops for little infant toys
.
the crying in the church of Love has
dead eyes for Gods
o a marvelous communion of Loves
listens to j christ's cross when drugs
poison chapels with iron dogs.
./
weeping, i saw my favourite boy
dying for God
and i know that God was an evil God
and the sadness of man Man raises sods
and a sea of bananas uses lost
wagons; and fruit and veg swab
green grocers with two pealed bananas
and eyes glow for mown
pure pineapples. o-la!!FINITO?

 

I WENT TO THE SHOPS
TO BUY SOME SCREWS

i went to the shops to buy some screws
i carried the right money
The fingers of paid money dons shoes
and we paint fine footed city pictures
oh a lemon meringue dessert features
good tv chefs where coooking mixtures
serve cruel food.

i went to the shops to purchase glues
o i carried the correct small change
The riders of the rain suffer hot moods
and we cry, cry,
outed, an outelbowed sea of violence
heeds blue films

and ice cracks for sex screens and
odes to sexy silence
stop stone dead..

i went to the shops to buy some screws
i had my right-wing money stolen;
and reapers of night bear suede shoes
and sadness pushes through

after corn-scapes and easy devil-tubes
*

THE RAZORS IN MY HOME

the razors in my home are never stored in the bathrooms
Because blades slip,
i have decided to cut my lips
and there is a woven mouth which wanks in schoolrooms
and de razors in my home
cut a keen cheek and run dry.

these lost days where i count on day-time sleep have
endlessness for an urban dream
and eyes in my head tend to glow like the dead and
i am surely deafened by sinned easy spies

the razors in my home are always stored in the bath
oh, sun-shining bathroom mirrors
drop in the tub
and easy-turning taps trickle, trickle, trickle;
o, bed and board ends in fatal sex?

there is to be found, underneath a typical road,
tarry pipes chock-full of toads
and there is to be found, inside a main road,
a sewer filled with rats, bats and rogues
o is it more that the idiot words i speak
send all clean gutters into deepening sleep?

i raise an eager hand to the moon where
old lovely stars look down
and a river of sand flows from hands where
the afternoon moon falls like a saint
and saints are always painted?

there is to be found, beneath a radial road,
dirty pipeworks, chock-filled with clothes
and these clothes have been chucked down
a filthy coprotic city of drains
and a river of sand flows like veins
and banana butters must feed lost rain

Uh!

BECAUSE THE DYING WORLD

because the dying world hears old pain
desiring the same old plasters as usual
because the crying world hears cold pain
requring the same old doctos as usual
we must raise the real Titanic and rain
down
down
down..

Out Out endlessness-
come drink some wine when feeling death
o out, out, out
.. dustiness always need sweeping
sadness always causes weeping;
Out Out endlessness

come drink some wine when fearing deaths
the tablets i own are always stored inside
a kitchen cabinet
and i seldom use medicines, but lies
have been using paracetamols now- ..

the daughter of my grandfather uses
self-abusive kiddy toys
and the tops Mum knits makes soft-toys
and because children grow
and because women glow
we have to snuff out all human angels

Out Out aimlessness: Out Out endlessness
come brew sex brine whilst stealing sex
o out, out, out
out, out out
always

uhh...
...

OESTROGEN FLIES LIKE A MIND

easy sin dives
and a butterfly light cuts times
and eager lovers
marry to a grape-vine

o a seat of glass is postioned
above father's veins
and a bed of dogs
causes canine pain; and missions
pull upon gauze-gob

oestrogen flies from my mind
easy spun sin
awakes me,
and a doll at sea sails for dweebs
and a bull at sea
jumps cowed salt-cities

my grey mum grips to babies
and sadness shoots blue trees
and bodiers hiss for rubies where
faces fall from gentian chairs

Uhhh..

THESE EAGER FURIES

the eagre furies of a fast fat head
mete out a sea of pegs
and a peg-happy fern has to shed
salt seeds
and a binary brain
bolts balls to rain
la la

the eager fairies of a fast fat head
mete out sex to urine Ah,
.. lacers of lunacy eat bread?

one zilllion miles under sweat we
wash red hands in wine
o, zillions of smiles sunder
wakeners of blithe city thunder

the eagre furies of a fast fat head
speak no evil then drop dead
..
as Aladdin rubs his sex-lamps
then Paladin pokes a parrot
and menfolk sweat blood carrots
and girlkind
washes her hands in easy wine.

a baby in a bin cries until saved
a doggy under skin
woofs until trained
and a cat of tailed war trades
rats for scoobies
ooooo
the eager furies of a summer
use hands for drummers
and, lammed, wars in fevers
loop hymns across rivers

ah, lazy latent crazy merchants
weep as dogs cry
ah, mazy patients of sex-chants
will cry when death writhes

forevermore..

A SEXING OF THE BURIED

 

a sexing of the buried
hears a choker's cherries
laid upon a screen
la la
a baby in a bin cries till dreamed
and a bunk of card
swallows bedtimes
la la
a sexing of the buried
hears a chopper's cherries
laid upon a dream
la la
amen we say for the saviour
amen we say for
urban idlers of nude flavas
la la
eyes deafen whilst blind
spies beckon
bees to flower under wine
and a bow of ash

shoots a laden moon

*
the shooters of dun bubbles
gun soap with rained blood
the rooters of stunned gables
stun rope
and a star at night looks down upon
codas of day-lit tables
and a song of suns
absorbs pure fire
and a cat under gum sticks his tail
deep down where dope
hisses for sapphires
.

and a starry life has to use levers
to lift vegetations to nude blonde scissorsd
and we kiss hissed ice
and we deaden judas christs
ah, grey shooters of dun bubbles
gun soap with raised sex-mud bibles
ah ah

once aside a mind, i tore Mars
with five fast cinemas..
and once across lime, i used sweet weebles
to sunder me
and eyers used me to snap across bees

O-La

O, A DYING GAME USES WORDS (a cantata)

o a dying game which uses words
must hurl illiterate darts
and a boat of suns sails for curs
and a stoat of guns
shoots a feline father's
coded mad girl-drum

eyelids don excess visions when
a cartel of heat-builders
deafens the blind
and a mouth of glass has to grind
bear jaws with mind-riders
..
a sexing of the cherries turns
fruit and veg into a tea-urn;
and we sex the cherried
and we wreck swift berries, La!,
why wind wells dry
will never be understood till cars
crash under eyes in cold ferns
..
eyelids don eggy visions when
riders of the corn
write for bikers.. And easy porn
swells like piss..
`
i made a crazy pass at an old bent woman
o eyes fazed me
o cries caved me...and a bunk of semen
cares for bees
and i mad a pass at an old grey woman
o lives dazed me
o wives shaved me
..
because bowed god has no name
because bowed dogs
have to walk in pain; O, because trees
seep into my mask
you and i will hammer lakes to hasps
o smiles burn me
o dials turn me
to the other side of five lost seas
..
i made a crazy pass at an old bent woman
ahh when a venal garden
has no good gardener
ahh whence an anal raven
has no winged lover
then we will hiss for certain..

waves beat on the shores
graves heat guns with whores
and we lay under meat as closed wards
sweat for pandemic flu..
..
Oh i have sensed camal traffic
mounting a small mule
Oh i have wrenched canal traffic
sailing to a river feud
and baby bouncers have to move
sweet roe to fishy fugue
ah ahh

why the peasy faisty dead seasons
heat gay panty hose
will be known to figgy children;
and a bun of rice
sucks cream from angel-vice
..
Oh once upon a pan, wedders
shimmered in chiffon gowns.

 

.. BLOWN NAKED BAKERS

blown naked bakers of sweetening soft meat
says 'Farewell' to a doctor
o, rancid butcherof sweetening blue meat
says 'Hello' to mnthna's daughters
and a bill of fayre sells me seasoned water
and a rill of air
dances under mortars
.
blown naked bakers of sweetening soft meat
bids farewell to a shaker
stoned naked butchers
cleave ice from rind where coded flavas
shape salty blue paper;

and a ghost of war shoots blue peppers
and a host of wars
shoots fatal poppers
oh, blown naked lovers sweeten sleep
oh, boned fated fathers
fall to death's hot feathers
..
and a dog in May just has to run away

the doted limbs of a dense city raincloud
hark back to a homestead full of fires
o ropers of dreams
float across edams as sedans under clouds
hisses under spires;
O the accidental sun shines and shines
O the occidental guns
hoot when stars sky-stun
codas of kodak and porn-minds
.
the doted limbs of a dense city raincloud
jack back to a naked yield of
stained dark figs
and a glass pig has to shoot for God
ah ah ah

eyes will deafen as sites go blind
spies will soften
and a bended totem pole about Eden
grinds flame to pure dust

la la lahh.

we will tread the bulb when leering under
old funeral friends;
and a liar on a stage acts up for Fathers
and a pyre in a gym
cases killer creators in exercised murder
..
Rope hardens round my neck
Dope softens men, and a corpse of sex
swipes dogs for tundra-nests.
.
ahhh
ahhh
Ohhh

DE END is nigh
DE MEN get high
WOMEN flit
KIDS get sick
..
, ehh ooo.

WHEN PIPED WITH FLU

when piped with flu, the pandemic god of truths
trips inside a soft mind
when spiked with screws, the pandemic god of vines
vanishes into violence
and a sea of sails screws masts to anchors
and a sea of veils spews riggings around sailors
and a bird in a tree
cuts a seagull from wide reeds
and de poetry of missions flows just like false wine
..
once above a soft mind, i saw the spies of swine
weeping, weeping
o, once upon a crossed mind, i saw ceilings
creeping, creeping;
and a ballet underground
hisses across danced ice
and a rink of scissors snaps a penny chew wiith
dimed lips and mouths and crunched tea-things

when piped with flu, the pandemic gods of truth
strip inside a lost mind;
and a starry christ will surely turn and heal minds
and a dizzy christ will certainly
turn molten tears to whiskey-gold; and nudes
accost all planets as
falons sprawl for glass

the treasure train is coming
la the pleasure horse is running
uh the feathers of the dead are strumming
eaten greying bruised guitars
and the faces of the West shine, shine, Ohhh,
the treasure train is coming
ah, the pleasure horse is thrumming
the eaters of the dead shoot fay loving
./
uh uhde robots of Du
heal gemstones with alien drugs
and a tribe of suns shines inside weird love
and a gang of guns
shoots a panamerican scissor-sea-God
and cunts seas seem lithe
and spunked bees seem all right..
..
sometimes, the moon looks like the sun
sometimes, the stars go on the run
sometimes wild heaven chews salt-gum
sometimes, god's sky shoots
trendless skeins of roller-soul
and touts with rifle-boots
sea-slam eaters of torn death
with butters and jammy dumb desks

sometimes, the moon looks like the sun
sometimes, the stars go on the run
ohhhh

Eyes idolise de female blind and mess
melds missonaries with baptismal sex
...
END

*
c/o CITY BENDS (a cantata)

'the quiet aroma of a stinking devil
has to smell grey flowers
and the cats of war who paw flowers
must cast feline spells
and the silent aroma of a well
closes eyes with cool waters.

o a bud of sheer bone has to shiver
o a sud of sheer stone
quivers; and the sun at night stones
beds of silver
..
the quiet aroma of a stinking devil
has to inhale tv towers
and a bended city
cowers beneath baby.

*
these sodded days where i slept until
evening peered into shadow
have to grace light with hills
and a face of midnight
fills body men with whipping meadows
and fat mice at sea
trap a venereal rat-sleeve
and a chill ice cream has to bleed.
.
when once a sloane of summer reads
old dirty books
when once a drone of flavours
burns poem-books
then a starry beard will star-seize
blown rooks

these sodded days where i slept until
the morning fell away
have now to grace a city's swathed
concrete clave,
and an urban man moon shines
..
and these lost days are first dark then
endless.

*
a cigar under knickers has to exhale
demure and dangerous perfumes
a killer under kickers
has to inhale mirrors;
and the tides of March drink trippers
and the bridal parks
marry crows to dark
radio
and dark stereros use cartoons

whence a factory of thieves shivers
whence promontaries steal livers
i will understand
that the day i was born was
most certainly the night i was
hurled from a cradle-pram
Ohhh

a cigar under kickers has to exhale
decorous yet sexy fumes;
and the cats of England taste rheum
and the cats of England
burn sex to silent death.

whence a factory of thieves shivers
whence grey cemeteries bury lovers
i will come to know
the name of the sun and its crow.

* I HEAR THE HEADS OF THE DARK

i hear the heads of the dark
weeping
i hear the kids in the park
heaving;
and a sea of pigs
has to drown ceilings
and i hear the headless dark
creeping
and i hear loud kids hearing
deafened blind cuts

a dolly in a drive has to start
a bald toy vehicle
a baby in a dive
has to drive a dizzy car-heart;
and the wars of Eden
scatter salt seed upon
Mesopotamian murder-dung

i hear the heads of the dark
weeping.. and my soft heart
grows creamy
and my soft dreamy soul
grows fast
too often.

hipsters dance for chilled rooms
cheapsters dance for gloom
killers prance on knives
o, ideal menders mend cold tombs
and i have to understand
about self-deaths and old renal rams
o o
ooo.

hipsters dance for chilled rooms
killers dance for dunes
and once i have lost my children
and once i have killed my dog
and once i have died
i shall surely count upon the sky
la la
lala la.
a dabbler of a damsel has to cry
a rider of an angel
has to ride against gold scams
and a car of canals
drowns a red rooster.

we have to somehow rely upon
cunt-kisses
we have to somehow decide upon
cock-caresses
and a bride of wishes
lays a dog to waste
o, once eyes cease to close, then
sunrisen missives
will certainly rise against
poets and all their mad expletives

we have to somehow rely upon
penis kisses
we have to slide a nut in a gun
and a sea-harness
swallows sex-bait
and the beds of dreamt hate stun
minds, bodies, veins and
all human bones; and skin shakes

the fuckers of a fast fierce farm
yield poked pigs to cows
the killers of a vast soft cloud slam
fairy fields inside grown hands
and a vase of iced shrouds
is found in a prehistoric field where
husbands sweat for husbandry
and there is midwifery in Heaven?

and cattlers cry for kind sleep
and bull-men writhe
and skulled wheat-wives
widen into screws
and a bone of prayers
has to shatter bargy soft hair

*
SMASHED SEASONAL FISH

smashed seasonal fish
crash inside a petri-dish
cashed sermonic silver-fish
scare young sad kids
and a bone in a bowl has to list
sad weeping grey kids
ah

fields under flies wing-rid
blind bluebottles of honey
o, we decay forever
o, we snap closed weather
and a starry father dams cunny

mothering moaners mark
dizzy gals in the park;
and i heed sin as old bark
falls from a public poet-tree
ah

we have to stone bees
we must suffer beads
and we will don seeds
and cum home

laughing...
.

* i went to the shops to buy a plum
the moon was shining and so was the sun
o i went into my little town
and purchased a lovely naked currant bun
and i heard my mind
and i gave funds to the blind
and i served home-baked cake to
homely vagrants that lived on the streets
o.

rainy days are the best we have now
rainy days are
always the most common to happen
and a driving car
has to use its screens for bridlers
nearly all of the time,, Oh, riders
sell easy news to gay bobbies
and spun sin got murdered.

i went to the shops to buy a plum
the moon was shining and so was the sun
o i paid a trip to my little town,
and there i saw a keen fine clown
and there i saw a genuine busker
.. My eyes may well shut
because i missed my town?
..
rainy days are the best we get now
men in string vests
sell cheap toys to infant nests; and crowds
queue for the supermarkets
and vast torn billboards look from the clouds
and the city's mayor seems
very well known..

i put both of my hands together and pray
i put my knees upon the floor
and pray that God will stop city whores
and my old kiddy bike
long since fell apart just like a
cold swing at the foot of a garden's
well mown city-score.

uhh..

. can i count on you to sell me plums
can i count on you to
serve me actual meat?
O piss falls down opened gutters when
mad men leap from urban bends.

i used a gun.. i shot it and liked it
i phoned my mum..i spoke with wit
and i used a gun
and i telephoned the sun
o, once upon a time, i dug a sandpit
o, once upon a time, i waxed my lips
i used a gun..i shot it and liked it
i phoned my dead father
and then i fell inside death's feather
..
i went to the shops and bought a pear
the moon was shining from thin air
i went to the green grocers
and bought me some good berries
and then i used a blind eardrum

and then i telephoned soft ladies.

*
I HAVE ALWAYS KNOWN
.
i have always known that Jesus Christ
was the true son of sunny God
i have always believed in Gob, and Life
has me forever
praying for kind Lordy Judas-Jesus
and i went to a chemist and purchased
some paracetamol tablets

o i go outdoors all winter
and spend my summer days indoors.
..
i have a good picture in my room
which features a crown of thorns,- And
i listen to the looming church and
i sing fast hymns for the Son of Pan;
and i used a gun
and i banged a drum
and i went to the shops to buy god's plum

uhh uuh i used a gun
uhh uuh i bought a plum
uhh uuh i looked into the sun, and,
losing solar waves
led me to blithe holidays far out at sea
and i when i was an infant brave
i watched sandcastles floating
underneath
easy seasand.. O, we went boating!

Uhhhhh....
there are severed eagles here that
swim aside vaginal blagger; and cats
comfort a mixed god;
and a romancer under blood heeds fat
and we search deer for venal cars
and we summon arms from grey bats
Uhhhhh....

once across a renal store, i kissed hats
once across a vernal store, i hurt paps
And a local focal fatal head-hero
must seclue dogs under prisms; and laps
get scuttered
and bluesing blind-clogs fasten butters
and men and kind kiddy parasols mutter;
and, oo, naked magical magisters grip crap

ahhh a naked coffin teaser has to snap
all communions with wafer-thumbs; and
keepers of soft delusion must use seasand
for ape boys
ahh a fascist bodkin breeder has to crack

forevermore,...

*
THE WOMAN KIND, THE EYE NOT BLIND

 

the woman kind, the eye not blind,
the woman kind, the mind in mind,
the woman kind, the woman kind,
the lover, the mother; woman kind.

 

the woman in the field is love,
the woman in the yield is real,
the woman in the summer's spin
is endless as the winter's sin;
and should this earth of shapeless fire
denude the winter in the spire,
each way we live, each way men die
would only turn against the sky.

 

the woman kind, the woman kind,
the eye not blind, the eye not blind,
the woman kind, the woman kind,
the eye not blind, the mind in mind.
for seven years, the way is real
and then the sun must choose to steal
each wake of god, each wailing rise
of womankind inside the tides.

 

the woman kind is endless love;
so too, this heart is red as blood -
the woman kind, the woman kind,
the eye not blind, the mind in mind.

 

**

 

SANDMAN

 

funny how time's a man
and man can't understand
the way the grains of sand
flow from out the hand
funny to see the summer
fade into the thunder
funny how time's a man
and man can't understand
i see the rumour change
on the height, the ruin lives
the ways we died
the nights we cried
the evenings on the cliff
as much as we are weeping
as much as we are weeping
funny comes the flight
of the bird of might
i see you eating apples
the earth is lost in dreaming
i sense the winter burn
and the orange storm away
funny how man is sand
and sand can't understand
funny how women give
funny how children live
so too, the sickness grows
inside the serpent bower
and man who loves not much
can only rot against the tide
and love that lives forever
can only sickle loving cruel
funny how wisdoms rain
funny how life's insane
and should this system change
should it at once derange
then man who comes to know
shall have no more to know
and stars that burn too seldom
can only rake aside the moon
funny how man is mad
funny how christ is all too sad
i sense the seasons break
and see the reasons shake
and know no way to come
nor any way to live for
and funny how love gives
and funny how love dies for
and funny how man drives
for woman he cannot know
i see you eating windfalls
i see tuition changing
i sense the sickness turn
and the seas of heaven brain
and funny how we live
for those who cannot give
and funny how man dies
for those who rape the skies
goodbye, i did not know you
nor can i ever know you
and this is roman truth
and this is roman proof
and love that knows no meter
and love that knows no reigning
and love that raves forever
can only break my heart.

 

**

 

STONE REAMER

the stone beneath the rain
lies serried in the brain
of fifteen graveward dreams,
as cold as jesu's schemes.
the ark inside the oat
lies serried with the note
of fifteen graveward suns,
as cold as jesu's lungs.

inhale the pipe of death
& watch the acid rise -
do not turn away,
do not turn away -
the sunrise in the moon
is barely packed with light,
neither shall this wisdom
bewray the heart of reason,
nor serry with the flowers
in the graves of hymen.

with these dead hands
and these red eyes,
sawn from scorning ways
that revel with the lies
with these two brains,
with these two minds
with these nine veins
and these five spines,
with these red deeds
with these dead hands,
with these eight souls
and these red lands.

sawn from scorning wheys,
the woman is the baby,
sawn from scorning wheys,
the woman is the lady
& man shall know all
and man shall understudy
death, as much as christ
lies serried with His ruins;
more, the patch of ink
must know no lightened load,
or else blow black
and light the lamps of Eden,
or else blow black,
or else blow black.
and now nude laps are lit.

 

*

 

THE FEAST OF UNLEAVENED

 

On the Feast of Unleavened
The only flesh eaten
Shall be the flesh of children
Bread cabinets burning
On the limb of a brawl
The only brandies then
Shall be the bornes of time
Scandal gods until the mostest
Are brains of bored device
On the Feast of Unleavened
The only flesh eaten
Shall be the cradle in the ice.

On the Feast of Unleavened
On the Feast of Unleaven
On the Feast of Unleavened
On the Feast of SEVEN.
On the Feast of Unleaven.

With flaring stake, the skein of love
Shall, with shrouded rakes
Rape aside the sigmund blood
With madness torn and tared
Weeded dread as a scarlet son
On the Feast of Unleaven
The bread & bones of a roseless gun
Shall, like chicken laughing
Warp away the English Skies
On the Feast of Unleaven
The only flesh eaten
shall be a bare disguise.
On the feast of unleavened
On the feast of unleaven
On the feast of unleavened
On the feast of SEVEN.
-
israel's out of town

HAMMER INTO ANVIL

hammer into anvil,
bear me fishes,
hammer into anvil,
lend me grapes;
the head at the door
is worth far more
than the planet
and its endless apes.

hammer into anvil
bear me madness,
hammer into anvil,
lend me news;
the bed in the sun
is always one
and the magnets
real as blues.

Down where light
denudes to prove
each of the sights
in the winter's groove,
real as red,
black as heaven,
speak to christ
and rend the brethren.

Teacher, give me
doctor vampire,
preacher, lend me
eyes of pain,
teacher, give me
doctor sapphire
preacher, lend me
scarlet veins.

man in man
is girl in girl,
girl within girl
is zero's pearl;
endless come
the herod ones,
trendless flow
the sons of guns.

hammer into anvil,
bear me water,
hammer into anvil,
lend me state,
hammer into anvil,
bear me madness,
hammer into anvil,
rend all rape.

...

 

NEVER MIND! (After The End)

'This is my mind. Do not be unkind. This is my mind, this you will find -
That every word I've said is sane. No need to fear the failing brain.
No woman here may purge my pain.
I'll never see into mad eyes again.

Can you see what you have done by working for the healing sun?
My mind is filled with strange refrains - no need to say sad words again,
No safety nor surprise again. The words I speak are taught by hollow men
Who reign on stars estranged from earth by the yellow scars of birth.
The moon is white and far away. No need for thoughts that do not pay.
This paraclete is untouched by Medusa's roleplay

No need to know the words we say nor hold our hands in strange display -
The world still spins, from day to day.

Can you feature in the films about the sun's conquest
Of madness on the rise from the murdered tameless West?
Walt Whitman said 'go west'. Walt Whitman said 'go west'.
Do not fear the words of the hunter in her carmine vest.

Ride my mind, ride my mind - do not seem unkind and
Ride my mind, baby. Do not rape the blind and
Ride my mind, baby. The mind is cold and its sin is manifold.
Ride the mind, ride the mind - do not kill the blind and
Ride my mind, baby.
..
NEVER MIND!!'

*
ABOUT BODY-FIRE (a cantata)

o a mattress on the top-floor
cannnot cause dreams for
anybody but Cain and Abel
o,visual sleep kills lithe deaths
as viscal meat
pushes at sex cables

here, in the lunar mist, i scented
easy papers with stinker's news
here, under moon-mists, i rended
dizzy code with my penile hoofs.

Darkness screams for curves
Madness shrieks under gold bird
and a flat in the moon
swallows jammed feathers
Ooo

easy summers swim for nerves
divers of mummas
send dad to sleep
easy summers swing,
o old caverns crash

and the stars will look around
and blue space must end?..

old bedrooms cry in the past.
old bathrooms
hear ill old soap washing
grey wounded masks;
the ilex of a dunny flower
shines like a burning tree; and arches
swell up
and faces suck
coiled muck
and a mind of filth cries and cries.

the iris under bright lives seizes
grey rain from factories
the parish of mental sight
cuts out
and faces suck
spoiled fucks
and a mind of thrills scissors for

hands, knees and plastic gal-war.

warders of mad sad heavens
heed silk as milky gardens
cry for cut gasses
wardens of sad bad garlands
suck a sex sweetie
.
old fingers tap upon brigands
cold feelers
snap a cunt-cap
and we extemporise riders
and we murder baby.
.
cold heated killers arouse
old baddies
Sun-men pry for honeys.
and mammy sweetie uses monkeys
to arouse primal earth
and i reel for renal camera-births

THE END.

*
UNDER RODEOS (a cantata)

The dabblers of my car-mind
drive a wooden van
the fathers of my tarred mind
ride under rodeos
schism-makers melt for wine
prison-creators
lock birds into heat
dabblers of old men hear sleep
rocking a bad cradle's
puling baby-angels
..
eyes enter dummies into mouths
scribes write books for
ideal nagging broads
and a bed of christ

glows when sleeping.

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 chilled 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 Uh

windy seas of endlessnees
sink buzzies under deadliness
and our world has emptiness
affixed to cock-cash

Oh

*
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
will not be known till summer's skies
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 wards
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 genoas
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 evenings
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 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

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?

*
AS GOBBLERS GRIPE AFTER GAOLERS

as gobblers gripe after gaolers then a sunny sea-drum
wave-rams dykes beneath weavers of night and day..
Drugglers of a money helix hip to a grind when clays
crashdown; and a bell in a stream flows under braids
and a hashy whored fence wets tears with tea-trays.

as gobbers gripe after gaolers, a moony of a mind
has to surely break-up; and a donny inside a mind
helters after suet as a dunny diggy drive car-climbs
fiercely upon thinned air. O, a van of eyes here blinds
welters of wicked reason; and mad maled folks swim

blonde streets awaiting a strange sun and a red skin

as gobblers of gripe use a mike, then holy wed sin
spins around hot heaven's limbs. Death heats hymns.
Darkness screws sin. Sadness bends down. Uh?

*
HELL IS BORN IN HEAVEN 1

hell is born in heaven as heaven is born in hell.
a slicer of porn seems clean-shaven. O, bowed bells
ring for rimmers of creams as a soft head wells
deep down inside a fixed creature; and hot cold cells
snap nails around lives as a prison in a blind well
leads memories to waxers of wind-heated citadels.

hell is born in heaven as heaven is born in hell.
a saddler appears killed. Old ponies peal felts
and a bound boned boy-baker bakes meat milks,
and dirtiers of darkness dazzle razzlers with pelts.
Slaying lazy dancers melt into snow's cold silks.

as gobblers of gripe use a night-light, then fins
fish after sweet watered bonny carps; and sin
slices a rider from slaughterers; and cold minge
mops a tomato soap-sud with a papered hinge

blonde streets sing for a dying estranged gun.

*
THE STREET PARTIES OF THE SILVER DEAD

the street parties of the silver dead drag a cake for
a dinner of bodies; and a rider's bed dreams of wars
o street parties under mind-mirrors melt under paws
and we celebrate drinks as a holder of a hot maw
lays jubilee tables for kinks; and a rider of a bevvy
tea-bakes stables. Ah, once a blind day, cherries
lay easy waste to rattlers. And deaths eat berries?

as gobblers of gripe use a night-light, then whores
have to ply for pints of spite; and a wived old ward
rams hospice heights down pikes. Uh, coded doors
open out on a strange sun as a lady under shut stores
suppers for dirty privates. O, a naked father snores
Dark lubber bait eyelets. Sex molds fucking gore
and we burn, burn as we turn, turn.. END!!!!!!

*
HELL IS BORN IN HEAVEN 2

hell is born in heaven as heaven is born in hell.
Rifflers of porn sever gas as matrial bell-cells
rock a cocked gun. O, a bed of ash hits dells
and bled walls scream where homes in hills
hip to a castle-beat; and castlers cry in mills
and hell is borne from drills as hell is saved.

as gobblers of gripe use a night-life, graves
give risen caked head to a loaf inside shades;
and we hear the sun come up in a hot sky's
dirtied burning eye. La, La. easy old dives
drop from out rain. Ah, a bolted beast brides
rolled dust; and we marry Mars as red lives
sink god's goat penis inside a bowl of knives

Oh. loud hell is born in Heaven.

*
CARRIAGES OF MARRIAGES

carriages of marriages ride upon an old train
o sad cardial sausages grind bled meaty veins
Deadliness becomes us and honey under stains
shutters a vased vibe with old rockets; and eyes
leap to a deaf-blind beat when odes to blue skies
supper for dinner gals whose easy breakfast
rises under coded mummies. Ah, closed masks
crap for masquerades when dollies in the past
are in the fathered cloths of gollies and grey hasps.

carriages of marriages ride upon an odd train
o bad cordal horses grind pepper ponies. Veins
truckle into times as a bled clock inside a brain
hits aside the quarter-hour. Ah, moistures stain
blonde toilets with hot and cold champagne, and
easy piggers of picklers strike plugs from sand
O. Easter eateries dull xmas with easing woman
and we ride from spinneys as a canine hand

rocks a robed gun; and rifled cunt-lungs dam
a babby booker with brigands; and cars crush for
streets of dirt where a vanner of stars hears walls
whipping cavers from scanners. And buds burn.

*
AND HELL IS BORN IN HEAVEN

and hell is born in heaven as heaven is born in hell.
Gobblers storm bells. Blown boys brag about cells.
and heaven is born in heaven as heaven is born for
dizzy hearts whose filthy beat baits a cardial cord
and hell is born in heaven as heaven is born in hell.

carriages of marriages ride upon a milk train. La!
a bowl of coots crashes; and an apple in a fast car
cries for dead travel. Oh, a bed of beads has to stir
coded sleep with wisdom; and boiled gold eggs purr
and, lapwinged, a cat of confusion cries after birds

and hell is born in heaven as heaven is born in hell
..
dazzlers of sapphires sink gold into samphires and
we weevil after natrons as outelbowelled hot trams
trip, trip, trip. Ahh. we widen for watts as valvers
slam easy hummers down humungous city slickers
O a bun of bone breaksdown. Oh, a baby sticker
pokes punnets into pistons; and a Numbered river
raises plummy fluffs from green-grey idle fingers
.
Uh.

*
WATERY WILL-WOVEN MINDS

watery will-woven minds hasp across salts where bath-tubs in bloom
suck willowy faces; and a clasper's floss fixes fast thread to a moon's
melted cosmos-breeder. Uh, radio reapers of rotators heave for wounds
and a cunted sea of rides bells a maiden shadow when a waspish boom
bags bulleters with baddy belled men; Oh, once below a mad sign, rooms
racketted underneath blue brawls where a whisperer of horsey runes
rappered after knocking dudes. Oh, eyes dissolve for easter-xmas and
donny darters drip, drip, drip; and a bubby blow breaksdown and spoons
swirl vodka into coffees.Deepening deaths dream of Eden. Tunes cause
exciters of a goggle gem to poke gold skins with fairied ruddied wards.

watery will-woven minds hasp across malts where basins in red dunes
dissolve just like postmodern aspirin; and a vault of hair cuts for tombs
and a bell of glass wrenches plaided bombs from dangling testicles.
Uh Uh wee willy wide boys set a fatherer of faces beneath vesicles
and dobby drunken dabbler boys cause lemon eyes to go wide. Tails
wag for pussy pies. Veils strip a jacked sty. Sails suck after gay nails.
..
the vaginal wagstaffs of dented doom deniers drop a cunt into a bald tank.
Dafflers of crag-castes crack-up. Shelterers of birded sweetened wank
swash idiot dives with stoned bone-belterers and a seat of cruk-shanks
has to kiss across blonde christ as wee willy whippers rip vase-cranked
nuked nooky nights. And we arise from pee as a shitter under lamps
wallows for fired amps. Uh, gods see now the abuser of a bad vale.

*
THE HARBINGERS OF PETROL MISERY

the harbingers of petrol misery must turn a burning face to the enemy
o sodded head-ringers hip to good dust where an Isis under penuries
pulls a sodden bed from dreamt lips which caress a kisser's melody
and a dog of dens drags a torn maned toothcase; O, rotating honeys
hit aside gods when odals of pled porn pelt a deadness of sex-lunacy
with rubicund worn misery; and the helters of sadness sup a cut nut
la, once upon a swamed mind, a dirty owl hooted after a salter nut
la, once inside a stormed mind, a filthy doctoror of a pigging plume-put
had tp abuse a blue-blind stethescope; and as a dawner of king Tut
tries a pisser for veined vast rainbows; and a dogger of a ferine mutt
melts aside chained corn. Ah, wideners will go wide when money
pisses from a rich bum. Ah, sharpeners of floes fly from old baby
..
the harbingers of petrol misery must turn a burning face to the enemy
ah ah, a vault of genes genetically dusts a shawn sickler's fantasies
and a wife of ducts dunnies after tusks where a doll inside a mammary
feels for titty suck. La La. Invisible sunny lenders bleed bent closures-
uh. Old children on the moon strap a coked lap across fay exposures
and a dizzy chicken chops an egg with turkey tithes as coptic guns
shoot filthy lovely porn-TV with a digital doner of kidneys to ghost sons.
.
the vaginal wagstaffs of the Thames teases cogs with barblers and
ideal pushers of pussy phlegms press a valley bell when small islands ram
doltors of daughterers with planet Death; and we flower for fizzed fans
ah ah. Ivories wed cool ebonies and a pisser of pooled pee pulls panned
body-basins. La!! woven wooden wives weep for eerie Kosher drams.
Beaters beat bad meat. Potions poison sleep. Casement cram cans?

.
O?

*
DOPPLEGANGERS OF DOLED MEN

dopplegangers of doled men dream about sireners of slayed mind-miners
and a dolly on a shrift cliff serenades the sport-skirted bones of a writher
ah ah, weepers of a tea-heap reel inside the china east and coded liars
slander after blue libel as the fearers of the flashed fuck up rolled fires
and we wallow under pyred tyres when a vampy scampii of green spires
loosen tides with happily strangled neck-ties; and emptied dreamt fires
fasten a bluesing rash to a doddered dais; O, as we crouch, then pyres
will rivet daisy craft with thinning lips in stasis. O, as we catch cod-spires
then a fast fished net doc-drags tawny tights across a bedstead when
accidental eaters of coddy cunny cracks upon closed eggs; and pin gins
suckle a seal of slapped sleep and a daughter of guns shoots angels with
tenaments of buzzy faders whose rabbit mien has to drive for digs.

dopplegangers of doled dauphin men ride mind-saddle when a hose-pig
deafens a trippy harness with daggery tides and menstrual oiled-rigs
and, o-la, as we burn for mangered boys then we hoot for a fig-wigged
bonny banged body breaker whose whoring weeper of spine digs
after babbied bubbled lotions. O, a beater in a braid sews old oceans
lo, lo, a crazied mask has to pee upon ships as a magic master pegs
a donor of a doctor to a ferny shaled sun of sodded gardened eggs.

dopplegangers of doled men dream about wideners. Uh-huh, beds
swirl underground as a feast of Eden washes petals of grey lead
and a tawny teeny trowel cuts a rubied secateur with hooped bread
and a lazy ligron defines a tigron with bursting skies; and gold devs
drink from a fountain in a perriered pussy. Lo!! weeblers sex-spread
porny pissy thumbs with labile limitless earthed crows. Ahhhh. Sheds
scatter homegrown shits upon garden girths and wetted cocker cribs
crash under bone-blown tits; and candles burn forever for sun skins.

*
REAMERS OF ROTATED RIVER MEN

reamers of rotated river men rush upon god's sun; and laden fayres
famish fetes with dilated mirror men; and parents of blind hairs
hit against rides as a drover of city dens rots aside blown mares
o a lilted nudist lichen-strewn lighthouse deifies dogs with actors
then a bended bead-gem grates a granite horse with bled jams. O!
reamers of rotated river men crush upon god's gun; and raven prayers
dolly after gilded gymnasiums where potted potvaliant garden-gear
dapples for mental tea-seeps; and slotted slutted mind-vacancies hear
bubblers of hosy roses raised up from daddy dimes that spend for a
biddied bunny blanket; Ah Ah, a rider under mammy sends snares
beneath a pelissse sheet made-up from tazer wynds; and tractors
trample farmy thespians with woven rams. Uh!!! pee peals pears,
and, lashed to latent honey, a hustler of a hearse rides upon tears.

clashes of cunted closed runnels rope a rocker to a weevil's whine
o plashes of spunk-led clothes funnel a dropper with evil cosines
and a lady on the palled piss peers into nunneries when grey signs
show a sinnner of a coal-clayed killer come radaring after twined
bastardised bakered bandaged string; and a father of a fast grind
windmills after milner's clay. Coarsed candlers cut a caned night-light.
Dorsal mangers melt under graves. Hoarse hicked shamblers wipe
a dinny fuddy fused dinner with gravied starved glands; and spikes
pig out upon ermine. Sex soothes hairs. Selves move sally-bikes.
Old teasers of hornered sense pulls stairs from dallied dabby-dykes.

reamers of rotated river men rush upon god's sons; and offal-pints
drain a dolly fixture with twelve mared cocks whose henny mites
meld sassy skewers with golden chewers of emptying seaside rites
and a dobbler at a dog's tooth-eye eats under eyries when kites
colonate cotton caves with canny crazers of eastern xmas knights.

clashes of dirtied filthy vases fill a parent flown flower with a
fascist freight fastened to arses; and a donkey pendant whips a
curvature of a canny driller's cask; and a steeded penant whips a
hitite boy whose washer of a fast hand hoops hops aside gay calves
and a daffy of a dotted dinner climb cracks upon cops whose cards
deal corruptive patience to a skinner in a mind; and policing marks
mass upon penon xenon zoomed gas. Dirt deals a bad heart. Ah!
slotted palled rums roust after glass. Hurt heals a hard heart. Ah!
shotted sprawled scum scatters grass. Skirt seals a sad arch. Ah!

reamers of rotated river men rush upon god's gum; and offal mites
dig answering termitic ants when loud hashing guns ignite delight's
doner of sweet tashes; and tassellers of flashing thumbs set alight
to dibblers of doctoring edam-crappers; and earthly hounds tree-pipe
for a secret seal in a secret brain where natal pearly pounds pipe
dizzy fanny ice upon caddied cakers whose butcherers fawn-pipe
giddy turkey shit mice. Dirt deals a paper cap. Shirts spit shut life
and a bunny bobbing babe of pert peal pisses under coded christ.

emptiness purrs for bell-baiters as wind-wounders wallop diced
billy furniture; and a cell of shakers scar-shapes hermetic lice
.
END!!

*
LARDY LEMONY MENTAL MEN

lardy lemony mental men scry after chalks and waters. O, a tree of sin
topples into metal zen as a dyer of closed hawked daughters dams spind
daisy weed. And the xerox rooms of the rose ram a daffy flower with
hectic donned heroics. Agh, as we beam for dunny curls then we dig
doggy eyes with canine heroin; and a cat-head heaps a tailing old pig.

razors under starlight shave dolly when madness is born from grids,
and a flower at night slave a brolly and the rainmost clouds of kids
sharpen rainy scissors with arching knaves whose easy bandit cribs
crashland upon cures of canny dogs and ribs in gizzard season. Lids
drop cavatinas of demure baby pugs upon cusping canaries. Digs

dollop damaged phlegm. Deaths drives our dreams. Sex cries out.

we lynch a bell of glass as we toast the eaten dead; and we shout
and a bunching cell masks us as we toast the beaten dead; and we
shout out aloud for a passionless past where nightlings heed bees
and a dunny crowd drops a dazing dogger of dead decks under seas
and a bonny baby bone breaksdown. Deaths entreat us. Meads
swim under cunny brine; and a stiffening fist-fish heeds gold beads.
.
lardy lemon mental men scry after chalks and waters. O, grey skin
sharpens body claves where a coarsing cavern collapses under spind
daddy winds. Deaths entreat us. Bees sting lusts. Dangers cut sin.

END..

*

RAZORS UNDER STARLIFE

razors under starlife clasp a lemon gun in nine whored hands
and sunderers of moon-life rap a harvest mien inside islands
and a bed of seasons swipes sex-salt from bolted narrow sands
o we have to harden after stripes when guns shoot old waggons.

razors under starlife clap a gourami sun around old male drams
lasers under car-life snap a sickening gasp with radio edams and
lardy lemon mental men scry after chalks and porter as sex plans
hasten to a forced beat where hardening fuckers eat Japan.

lardy lemon metalled vein-games click for huge bloods where a
dunny imprisoned pussy pie peeks inside a bridled baby of canned
giddy baby sirens; and we arise from wheat as we ride a car
far west where hard wet pop is praying. O, dogs abuse Adam?

*
OH, WE HEAR MUSK

1.
the knickers of the female killed create ald ash from wigwams
uh uh, riders of old female mills shape cloth from easy scans,
and a baby builder of bad times bullets after sidlers under dams
and a jacking boy-hen lays sweet rain upon egg-bedded grande
body cops; and a sea in winter swims against eyes where ham
slices yeasty thrush pies sink into powder; and a sanded scram
pipes penis-peace around dragged masks. O, a sea of woman
sends female titty toms to tailors of trampling easy children and

lardy lemon metalled vine-games click for huge bloods. Deaths
ram tonged blue tongues down parted crypts where old Sex
snaps a baby pool with twelve lost jive jams. And we heed Sex
and we lose Sex; and vastness under hot lambs reaps messed

buddy breeding. O as we chant wild heaven's mantras then
a pled pearling pussy field will surely die then fade to old men.

2.
sunny starry salt wives sweat for menswear. O, old spined sin
wallows under vaults where a dreamy stare out-stares wind
and a bay of bastardised hair shits on shirts as coded hymns
widen into laid christs; and dizzy diggers of dirt suck a minge.

buddy breeders break a quiet centaur with huge spade-limbs
o baby readers are slowed down; and a family under skins
hollows a haloed head with dirt straws and drowned pinned
clocking cocking horses; and we arrive home to find winds
charging into loosening cradle stains; and we heap spiderers
under collonising cunts that weep brains as veiny idlers

hit to a fast procrastinating bled beat. Deaths entertain us
Self-sex sends robes to soft heat; and a webber of spun pus
gel a bellied bell-pull with eaten junkers. Oh, we hear musk.

*
WE EASILY LAY A LOPPING LION

we easily lay a lopping lion with passioned flowers; O,
we delve for lays as a filthy pled pulled pussy cuts gold
and we thrive for graves as we peal a plummy old soul

as we drive to dizzy sleep then we hurl shoes. Cold
cums through us just like pain. Odd drones dig rolled
mammy men; and we seize venal vibes from city goals
and, la la, a bison in a city cage drops veins upon sold

bodying bended biddy lotions; and we ride for mumma
and we shop the sexy dead; and we slide into manna.
Oh Oh, a cake-risen purple plume-bake has to stammer
and a boned bride's mind is drilled by fathers as dada
drops a doggy cliff upon a rat-mine; and we mine for

drivers of lashwide queens; and we hear a wide war
sweeping patent coffees off the ward; and old fellahs
sweat popping optics. Ah, a bummer in a lift spurts for
a titty essential lake which drowns all saddened flava
..
sunny salt wives sweat for girlswear; and labile dogs
supper after wreckages; and weepers cry for drugs.

*
COGNITIVE WIDE FACES

cognitive wide faces have never been a haunt for me
la, endlessness of stasis has never been a jaunt for me
o sunny sickled wives sweat for fever as painted seed
scatters smelly smatter across Ides where emptiness
hammers city fields to anal concrete London; and trees
fall under wives; and lemon tubes carry tunnel-sleeves

cognitive wide faces have never been a haunt for me
ah, trendlessness weakens. Oh, a sea of cunt has me
writhing into cells. Oh, a sea of spunk waves after nests
and weeing spastic weirs drink from graves when sex
sticks a chalking pin inside ginny tea-trades; and sex
drops her snake-filled strawberry glasses under messed

laden lardy chained deaths; and eyes burn up for decks
and lashy cretaceous dimetrodons storm a T Rex dick.
ah ah, as weavers of Indian suns grass after cunt-tricks
ah ah, as seizures lam fitting fams then gunned ricks
heat to grey sleep where hall-dancing dreams sea-slit

radioed wintry fast fuck. Deaths drink sand as cliffs
cause aimless suicide; and mad folks sing forever.

*
THE STATUES ON DEATH'S CLIFF

the statues on death's cliff fall from out stone-rain
o faces under blue self swallows mitts as gold trains
ravel into mad times; and a wiffler on a mount flames
after vasty venal birdy souls; and a sea of chairs
collapses into salted fires when a driver of grey lairs
fix a laden lady lamp with bruised eyes and snares

radioed wintry fast fuck-noise has to jack to the
rotators of a naked timer of boys; and rodeo burrs
vamp after fay fumes as a raiser of romantic nerves
lop a cagey whisper of a child with blind bluebirds
.
the statues of death's cliff fall from out bone-dames
and a grainy godded flex-cliff swills beery playdames
and when autumn in mid-July cooks a turkey egg
then a miner for gold mime kneels upon grey dregs
.
radiod wintry fierce fuck-toys reach inside beds
and, ahhh, how now does an istant garden grow?

*
BREVELLERS OF HOT GLASS

bevellers of hot glass canyons crush a clifftop down
o revellers of bird-grass have to keep a dead town
and a sun at night layers grey radio with gowns
and a sea of mice sweetens sex. Death resounds
Sense falls away; and we weedle after Downs

bevellers of hot glass cannons shoot a vast lip
la la, levellers of soft masks don old maled ticks
and a cat on fire has to hiss for food as flea-tips
tickle easter tissues with ecsematic xmas hits

bevellers of shot glass caverns swallow baby
o devillers of soft casks cook de eggy Lady
and a burning bath cusses pissers with brandies
and a softening evil smile shoots gas from family
.
radioed wintry fierce cock-ploys send a medly
to tuneless sleep where a naked lubing mind-tree
supper after lubes; and hands and knees under bees
rumage for boned wytches brews; ah, wax reeds
dunder under stoney bitches as fayred blue leads

walk a face-tainted dog whose teeth play dead.
.
*
OF FALTERING FACELESS BOYS

the faltering faceless boys who weave eager ciders under souls
skin-parade for wasted kidders who cry for guarded blue dolls
o a father of a dead friend hips to the wallets of sun-hearsive
hallowers of gun-hollowed prince men; and a doctor under souls
accusers instant inkers of blotted brides; Ah, a church of molls
leeches from a fount-head where chinzty cherry brides seize a
daggerer of blue heat with fascinating softness; and a dead skull
staggers as she scatters a horse of a phone to a cellular bulled
wiper of windy rapine ruin; Ah a fazer of a fascist films screws
babiers of blown dregs and xmas easter times; and hoods move

motile killer smoked smiles to eager winders of nice nipped dudes
o we doll for dust as swirling gentlemens chairs trash grey lubes.

once upon a mind in a mown street, we learned about red roods
once aside a bad mind, we studied about the deaths upon roofs
and the blencher of a dizzy sweep suckered against blue hoofs
and sodden westend markets crusade for malls as coded truth
gives a headed rise to skins who go down; and we loosen bruised
cunter coda liced sex kodak; and we smatter after dun lubed
greeny glassed graves. Ah, the yobs in yoyos rap upon screwed
bladdery buddha rock where a scissor of a prayer hits smoothed
blind baby broilers of cockered kissers; and a laden latent nude
slappers hands of sweet dirt with billy stickers; O, sold sleuths
lampage for limitless star-fires that truckle out of dumb rain
..
the faltering faceless boys who weave eager sidlers under oils
hit to the wagging neat beat of a moon vixen; and a sky's moil
leans upon wide wives whose opening salt shade has to spoil
and a snakering sex tea-market kills under phlegm when soils
shit inside hidden trousers; and a baby under barns has to boil
and a poncing loud pig poppers grey grunters with blind foil
la la. Eastend boys will reel against the east as softening veins
gather up the teas with revolters of masked caffeines; O, rain
peal pelters upon shut hooky doors which open upon grey pain
..
ahh men...

*

THE RIPPING SIGNAL STRIPPER

the ripping signal stripper of a dirt-flower
comes serenading faces with cheese
o a madam eagle
swallows gulls
and a laden bough bags ants aside zinc

and love's father screams
and, stunned, ladders in tureens sink
deeply down where a licence for pinks
slays veins with honey

the rippling fatal zipper of a dirt-flower
comes summer-raising spun seed from a
bowering body-bend
and a heart under fires dons naked carts
and heroic tundra
sundered, leads ash to furling lovers

and love's fever mamma screams after
lauded bells where ashen dreams sunder
sifting softening dreamed blind thunder
and wives to screenings
appear washed from medical deaths

and a fiery faceless dada has to use sex
to sink slow limbs across moggy wax-wrecks;
and a daisy rasher
lops a scoop from cashers of penis-razors

and men hear healers furling fans across decks
and hens sear spindlers
and egged tears cause gripe to grasp fondlers

AMEN AMEN AMEN
la la, a coated lime-tongue murders all fingers.

and the baths in the boughs at sea
gather soap for teemers of veinous casustries

de end...

*

*

THE DOTS IN A SIGNAL FLOWER

the dots in a signal flower raise stars from dames
ah, clots inside mind towers
damage mad bloods
and a dawdling famous father sunders names
and a warring furious lover
fingers easy maids

the dots in a signal flower raise cars from veins
ah, cots inside mind towers
rummage aside buds
and, oo, warted baby bods
bag salts in graves.

the zippers seen in the angelled west use paints to
daub easy kittens with marshy sky-saints
o dizzy kitchens drag swords from creams
and a lady tiger roars for world-peace
and curative chickens
go clucking for human egg
and a holy sea swims for de dead
and a easy seed gets dives aside its head
and a conic father
loosens devs where rich men flow

o zippers seen in an angled vest use feints to
daub easy mittens with marshy kid-tapes
and a mammy mind
glows, just like a woman's shape,
and eyers lead fowls to warders

*
THE INGOTTED PACER IN MY KEEN MIND

the ingotted pacer in my keen mind leads gyms to waters
o a layered sea-chaser
summons silky blood from evil raiders
and a moused eye moon
covers dilations in mind-flava
and a dizzy heart wastes for cradlers

the ingotted pacer in my keen mind leads hymns to saviours
o a leader of milky boys
summon salts from sofa-toys
and a bath at sea swills flashed soap as evil joys
carry creamers aside labia

o zippers seen in crisscrossed hearts dazzle easy drivers
o riders of spleens
suck a visceral blind mind-beam
and a vocal heart gutters across brain-streams,
and doomy vault deniers strangle baby ladellers

races under biker chases sunder newts with efts
o faces under tigers
chase voles into the dark
and, moved as she moans, a city of baby sewers
shuns mud-hearts
and, lazed, weavers of dromes
cum shovelling fanny with dicky domes

races under bike chases sunder newts with efts
o mazes under sidlers
case a moth aside razors
and a daddy march drinks to fellahs
and a mammy ark sails across easing red-nets
and, dooming, a clock of tails

summons deniers from skirty shirty blue-dales.

*
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

uh.

*
AND WHAT WITH DAFFY BOYS

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

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

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..

*
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 gaga
drinks to demon enemies
.
uh END.

*
THE WARRIORS OF FEARING

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

Lahhh

THE CORRIDORS OF THINKING

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..

RED CREATORS

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, emeries of thunder pinks
use a wry cakes for a dinner's sleep
and a doggy plate
comes sundering gems with grey pinks
and a doddery snake
slithers across serpent oils

emprical 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

OH.

ONCE UPON A MIND

1.

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.

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

 

2.

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 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.

*

O ASHES INSIDE SODOMY

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?

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

Uh

*
THE INDOLENT IGNORANCE OF A LOST TREE

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

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.

*
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

uhhhh

*
THERE ARE DEIFIERS

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
.
O?Me and madam macadam will hiss

finito..

*
THE CORDIAL UMBILICAL

the cordial umbilical of the latent dead
cuts a mad moaner
the premordial sea under mussels
feeds cocks to groaners
and the tides of March smell bread
and the whippers of stoners
hurl trees at the rain.

the easy faces of the fanned eye-dust
the eaties of sex aces
o, Pan feeds nuns to suitcases
and a monk on a prowl peers under us
and easy faces of the hands dye lust
colour red.

the cordial umbilical of the patent dead
spreads wine upon jam,
the ideal partners of a chemical head
chill cold thighs
and we bomb a blenched sky when
rats rise up from scissor men

*
I USED TO URINATE
IN AN OPENED OVEN

i used to urinate in an opened oven
i used to procreate
but then i earned money from
vandalising cold hates
o eyes burn up
o skies burn down
and i used to do a poo upon an onion
i used to defecate
but then i earned some money from
cuttting old knickers down.

the cool heated store where i stunned
all of myselves
has a cap for keen sale
and a cooling coil makes strange funds
and we dream forever
..
i used to drink my own silver waters
i used to stink.
Because death has links, eyes wander
because heaven blinks
i have decided that i will heed father.

*
KILLERS OF NAKEDNESS

killers of nakedness
hear old riders riding into town
killers of endlessness
hear old bikers crying for sounds,
o a lake of dreams
gives boats to emptiness
ah

eager men always live to sweat
eager women
like to slink downstairs
and a good news bible necks
a good pretty lord-love
ah

killlers of nakedness
heed cold hikers crying after
blue boys and candy laughter
ah

we have to stink as we father
all dead human mothers.

*
LIMITLESS OPENERS

limitless openers of pornosapphic fanny
heap a closed bag on a dashboard
endlessness suffers
easy suicides
friendlessness suffers
dizzy self-killers
and a glamorous killer heats baby.

me and my mad mind must study
all about the deaths men own
and i will cut a bad tree
away from all roots
and i will cut up shoots of
very damp mown rubies
..
limitless openers of pornographic ladies
loop a car in its drive
and, ah, why we drive
and, ah, as we survive
we will most certainly jump jives
,,
cars crash, vans smash, lorries writhe!
,,
*
WHERE WE MARRY TWO PINTS OF MILK

where we marry two pints of milk
up, up, to a fat man's cradle
we hasten for sure to a milky anvil
and we hammer wine into silk
and we marry sin to soured cream.

where we may scurry, we must
snip a plastic rose,
and a lazy lunch hour uses clothes
to mop the chins of the reamed.
.
i ride above de family
i writhe above faking felicity
and
uh, my perfect snout has sands
cupping strangled dust upon
swingers of night and day
,., hey hey

where we carry sheets of milk
where we hurry under larders
we will have the wild world's lathers
laying crap in a field
and meadow mazes
swill house martins

and we died out long time ago
and we always washed milk-egos
and a bended usher of easy crows
will rock de ghost house where toads
come cunt-squelching

Oh,,

*

 

SERVANTS TO DEAD GOD

servants to dead god sea-harness
drowners of servile claves
Because Man dies
Because hands writhe
we will serve jesters to old graves.

as closed times flower for spring
closures of fingers
will surely fondle lovely rings
and we hiss as we kiss
and we miss the dead as swings
push ideal children
..
i know nothing at all about love
i realise reality, and that is all.
O because my bed is smashed
O because my head is slashed
i instantly intend to raid walled
distant life-prisons
,,
servants to a dead God varnish
all febrile fingernails.

THE JEERING FEMALE CROWDS

the jeering female crowds
have dressed men in kissing clouds
the peering feline crowds
have pressed men kissing towns
and i cooked a brunch
and i moved hot spunk
ah

the items on my shopping-lists
have been erased and forgotten
the stations of my verboten kiss
seek to tongue a basin,
and me and my easy world
lay damned waste to raisins
ah.

while eating cake, i heard mists
rising across my sweet mitts
while eating, i heard a cold wrist
slashing a milk-jug
and urine spills upon blue trysts
ah.

the jeering female crowds
have dressed men in nude shrouds
the parasols of passion
don greying umbrellas
and we swallow curled missions
oh

we have the easy names by heart
we hold guns to lovers.

 

I DUNK A STALE HOT BISCUIT

i dunk a stale hot biscuit in my cup
i drink flat ale
i listen to a deaf radio when
custards are fed to damaging sluts
and the pianos in my moon
play till the dead are done
..
easy emptiness grows like a flower
easy deadliness
sharpens foods with old aged mess;
and we nip a bad dress
and we trip, trip,
Ah Once upon a mind, old lips
pursed sex around receivers.

i dunk a stale hot biscuit in my cup
i suck old plums
o, i heard a moon-man piss from
pulled sea-plop
and my dying mother has to stun
all of her dead children..

*
ONCE SEALED IN A BROKEN FILING-CABINET

once sealed in a broken filing-cabinet
i will surely write against my days
once reeled inside a kitchen of magic
i will certainly dig my own grave;
and the masters of the meek
meld my phallus with paved sleep
O.

once upon a mind, i suffered heat
once above a mind, i suffered meat
and the dolly grease we make hot
underlies cheeks with green sleek
body-breakers
O.

once sealed in a broken filing-cabinet
i will certainly write about drag-nets.
Death comes into my room
Sex thrums flour as cake-bed pets
fondle cats with grey ravines
O.

these are the mad words i abused
these are the sad words i accused
and my heavenly body hires nude
lady-killers
lo

the naked loaf of bread in my bed
has been sliced from sleepy deaths
the bakers of rude lead
stir white-breads into flour
and i take some milk
and i swirl red flowers O
the mother naked loaves in my bed
feed my flash body to a sea of crows
.

AS I AWAKE THE HOUR

as i awake the hour, grey salt bread
swallows emeries of buns and dead
pussy pullers of both day and night;
and eyes glitter just like gold
and minds whisper just like de old
.
rolled city cold heats a gay oven
sold city gold
hires a spoon from jesu's coven
and we lay ourcellves down
underneath a cellar of clowns
ah ah ahh

the naked loaf of bread in my bed
has been sliced from dizzy Sex
and sawn spraying cake-soft mess
cries, cries,
and we load a cell with grey skies
and we hiss across icy sea-knives
and we raise a cross of wide eyes
..
the miracle men who flood death
try to heal the mirrors of dirt breath
o osiris isis drinks a cup of tea when
Eden leaps up from the evening's
starry bible-wastes
and, o, a bed of lace
ties the cummed lips of love's face
.,...
we awake the final hour
we star-shape a dreamless power,
and dunny darling showers
knock history inside cooking space
..
Oh

*

EARTH IS RULED BY MONEY

 

Seventh sense (sixteen pence)
Seventh sense (sixteen pence)
Seventh sense (sixteen pence)
Earth is ruled by money

Finance flows with pearls
Silver coins write for ills
Cheques defame their thrills
Soon, soon, soon

Seven’s a tender of death
Seven paydays seize decline
Mountains moil with costs
Finance swerves decay

Seventh sense (sixteen pence)
Seventh sense (sixteen pence)
Seventh sense (sixteen pence)
Earth is ruled by money

Thunder cashes noise
Postal orders kill their brides
Loot-defending storms
Float inside financial Ides

Leavened purses burn
Darkness funds the days
Farming richness roams
Streets of poverty

Seventh sense (sixteen pence)
Seventh sense (sixteen pence)
Seventh sense (sixteen pence)
Earth is ruled by money

Gates will fund the wide
Wallets must glow bright
The sun must always win
Soon, soon, soon

Time-bombs in this town
Nuke their glad accountancy

Christ is the Clerk of Death.

*
ROBOTS OF DU

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.

*

ROBOTS OF DU PART 2

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

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
...
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 we take hay-long holidays to stasis

 

WOW,

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
..
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 AND PORTER

& 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 stain
salt-eloquence moves under trains

*
O A WIDENER
OF WOLFING MUSHROOMS

o a widener of wolfing mushrooms
jeer 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 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?

AHH MEN,,

*

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.

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 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
Agh weavers use clay for bodies.

*
PURVEYORS OF PERVERT-PEPPER

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

O

*
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
.
Ah

*
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.

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?

*
Copyright JDB 12/08/2020

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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 wanderers of old 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

Ahh

*
SILVERS UNDER FEVER-SHIVER

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.

*
WHIPPERS OF FATAL SWEET MARZIPAN

whippers of fatal sweet marzipans hit 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

once along a false mine, 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

*
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

tee hee, i have come to know the titans 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.
..
*
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 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.

and when dilly nights turn into dilly days then bees
will buzz with the patient mad till true cellves seize
/
END,..

*

WITH HOLY GEMS AND GERMY WINE

easy eaters of red rain and radio meadows
will ease a painted spire inside rained bows
and the eater on a cliff silences shadowed
nobody mien hens that arise from bony men
and a driver of muted fairies has to end
and a bone of glass masses under old skin
o the moon in a beak hisses for bled children
and the wives of violence bait god's moon
and the brides of silence sunder sold rooms
la la. we weaver for sleep as we arouse a
buller in a skull-bitten blouse; and gulls die.

a wiper of a daddy piper peppers old eyes
o swooned deniers strangle shepherds when
waxen wolverines lead dogs to loud waters
and the ashes in a lift arise from old daughters
and a wifeling rips from a sea of doctors
o the moon in a beak hisses for women and
laden body parchments swallow coded trams
and a bed of lusts leads a giddyer into cans
and wolverines weep as dead fathers sleep
o the moon in a beak hisses for woman

easy eaters of red rain rage aside chilled zen
and reapers of blood page ages under lichen.

the porters of pulling cunt spunk under junks
o raisers of fooling junk shed rots aside kitchens
and a boy in his female moon has rocked sold bunks
and, la la, ferine fretted metal has to shine for dust
and porters of puling cunt spunk under old bunk

petrollers in swelling hips ignite bled bairns who
summon shrillers from bad lights and easy nudes
o erasers of money jackknife to reveal grey lubes
ramming motored cars when jugging dead nudes
noose a fattener of faces with pigging gay sleuths

once upon a gapped mind, weepers for truths
had to hide a baby in a vine; and odes to sleuths
scatter sandy skeins across tines; and cut boots
car-bang venal fathers with grey pigs that hoot
porters of puling cunts scutter when easy pictures
swallow fishy vines then give to tree of fixtures;
and miced modems move mad loaves to sleep

And hedons sleep, sleep, sleep
and herons, reaped, feed petrels to sweet meat
and ideal husbands, peeped, show mam to wheat
and a naked fatalities vein-hangs dogdayers with desks
and, once across wed memories,
a daddy-dingo-father feeds maladies to hornet-nets
and dazzlers of mamma
appear bled from gamma
and radial radio reads dark dials across blue pets

uh uh uh.THE END..

*

 

JINGLERS OF DEUS

jinglers of deus drip dreams of a dunny world's
intensive bay of creams
la a bod of Zeus nips a screen & wild pearls
swing, swing
ahhh
i have suppered for nude thieves. & kings
napper after mined trees.
..
once again, friends, where we jump hymns
then we rage for brigades of dolly gyms
& we learn about a face where bled bees
slapper a bedded dancer....Ohh

we will see codes to canals made cold as girls
& we will stun christs & we shall unfurl
bodying bruisy carpets where rugging dweebs
dollar for bones & dried scissory
slashers of rats & canine mirror-seeds
...
we have come to understand nothing
. ahh we have cum inside love's thrumming
& a bed of wights lights up fay thumbings
Endless men shake when emptiness ends
dolled up with grease & papery dead friends

jinglers of deus drop deans under Loss
& mnethna's daughters drool on the Cross
& a dude of winters heats a sun's bossed
sandle-fire
.
& all this mind-world is raised from loss
& all this spine-world gets laid by de cross
o as we linger under swallow-spits then we raise high
the masses of lifeless sea-spies
-& a road of runes counts the devil's beat as lies
loll inside a spleened tongue

Yuh!!Yuh!!Yuh!!

END

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ONCE UPON MY MIND
..
once aside the dead, we overtook a car's eye
o, as we burned love's sea then we swarmed sky
& a baited shipper has no good mien, &, la, dives
dollop a ginger squat upon a nest of lungs
..
o as we linger under willow, then we sear gums
& we chomp as we chew
& we supper for lips where red-headed guns
shoot aside a brassic nude

lemurs lap a layer of loss as a baker's snood
snapperS for nice mean slides
& we leap away from cheesy cunt-cries
& we watch swirls sweeping under rude
body aces.

once upon my mind, i swam for devils
la, la, i am love's grind & i swig hovelled
green greased glasses
.& whittering washes ram fairy idols
^& ideal odals of Americans cap rivals with
a walrus lantern & a beetle-suits

On a sea of mites i tottered under milks
o aside eye-whites, where i span, silks
softened my world with a pyramid...Ilks
held my headpiece way up high as felts
dammed a dolly heel with glassy sea-pelts
.
when juicy ivories worship emperies then
keen heated ebonies sing for god's men,Ahhh
once upon lopped swine, i overheard Mamma
spoon-easing raping hearts to holy DaDa
..
once upon my mind, i swam for devils
la, la, i am love's grind & i swig hovelled
green greased glasses
.& whittering washes ram fairy idols
^& ideal odals of Americans cap rivals with
a walrus lantern & a beetle-suit..
eyes in eyes will sadden
easy boys with pearly tears...Masks
must city-shroud a ben of fears as fasts
find anorexic gods made thin as masts
..
once upon my mind, i swam for devils
la, la, i am love's grind & i swig hovelled
green greased glasses
.& whittering washes ram fairy idols
^& ideal odals of Americans cap rivals with
a walrus lantern & a beetle-suit..
/./
On a sea of mites, i remembered when
lippy had smeared coats upon children
& we wove a dammy damsel when hens
donned full-frontal music

As fullsome music has hens
cracking at an egg-wind, then
bad boys must taper for stereo ostroegen
la lahh uhh unhh unhh oooo
do we taste rain as she calls
ooo do we do a crab for balls
....?/
the sun is out of times when
all blue egits fill winter-men,.
END..END.. we chatter as we bend...
yeah...yeah..yeah... amen?!!!

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O, THIS DAY IN AN AUTUMN-CHRISTMAS MIND
(after John Lennon?)

out of cloistered reach, nude vales suck snow-powder from peaks of hill-hanged xmas Valhalla...….

O, this day inside an autumn-Christmas mind
Berries bury hollies in November snow
O, this sea of time where autumn-xmas whines
Will learn of festive autumn-yuletide shows
& the early morning winter rose
Summons ice from dined
Snowman-autumn-November drifts.

O this day inside an autumn-Christmas mind
Chestnuts banish iced hate to find
Robins & turkeys lost where time
Sea-hangs mistletoes from November vines
& the fathers of winter's holly trees
Must answer to keen November ice-trips
Ah, the pipes of peacefulness
Deliver kids to dreamfulness
& the yules of distant melifulous rites
Hurl true gifts where belled midnights
Lend happy cats & festive dogs to Santa & His snow-kite
Ahh November-Xmas is upon us?

The happy ice in a sea of autumn-xmas time
Chills yuletide with the gifts of fruitful wine
& the red breasts under rites
Ripen inside sleighs & human reindeer
As the prance of christ’s light
Hears us!
As when this autumn-November-Christmas mind will feed us
Then elven girls will give conkers & receive us

Oh! Happy xmas November autumn everybody?

...lahhhhhhhhhh..
...

HAYGOLD

& 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
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?
Is the child star-veiled
Is the moon Mars-sailed?

Ehhhhhhh?AMEN..

 

*
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 UH

dilly men in silly clothes shave
deadeners from grey robes; and
easily led to guns
a father to de rose hurls hands
across demure daffodils
and a lazy lip gets child-filled
with ashes and vines

O, we shall remember when
gabblers shafted December
O, we shall recolllect soft phlegms

La La La.

END

*
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?

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.

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

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

Ah, i have seen at dead of day
dizzy deus sky-shaping cold clay
Ah, i have scented pain
Ah, i have rented sex to grain

Loh

*

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

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

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?

*
C/O CRUEL SPACE

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
Cruel 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? Oh? Oh?

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

Oh? Oh? Oh?

this wild world is deranging - see five winds
whispering for mental dweebs
and a naked fire oozes weeds
and my mint-mind oozes head-cheese

,.
END..
*

A HOT SAUCER OF BLUE
MILK

a hot saucy saucer of blue milk
hurls saviours on the furred fires
a hot lazy father falls to silk and
eyes widen

the trippers of failure cut ham
and eastern amazing women ram
sex powders down sirens

idols of kind fear cause reasons
to pray for tears
and a hot saucy saviour of milk
breast-feeds five seasons
.
eaters of loud radio listen to silk
watchers of loud meadows
bury televisions in blind shadow
and we have the names by heart
and we use the sun for sweet art

a heater of wasp-wands will start
a radioed rheumatic rodeo; and
stereo darkness must use cans
to feed vile bees to baker-tans

o, i have scented ruin with loss
la, i have dented winds with gloss
ah, i have recalled spine to crossed
body-beakers

la la la. once a day i fell from air
la la la, once a night, i lost my hair
la la la lahh..

*

SCATTERED RAPE SEEDS

scattered rape seeds cause farmers to
search for harvesters
assault sex seed hunts for farmers
and we dig for reeds
and we water washed weeds

once a day and then all night, farmers
use huge hoses for the growth of greed
once a month and then for years
grey motorists travel into tears
.
idols look deep down inside dust
eagles look deep down into lust
and we have the bloody names by heart
and we realise mostly nothing
.
eaters of mad rifles cook bullets.
Wide weakness weakens grey planets

*
THE EASTERS
WHEN WE SHARED FALSE EGG

the easters when we shared false egg
hides inside women
the killers of men have cracked egg
and we have the names by heart
and because a cold-frame covers hearts
and because cold evening
causes trips thru sunken gardens
we will have to dance upon darjeeling
..
a rose on a bus sleeps: O, hearts
stop for Gods
and wintry summer buds for
crazy seas where a bible under farts
creeps out from the woodworks

the easters when we shared false egg
hide inside christ's islands
and we rock five hands
and we cook bread when abed
and i saw the mentalis of sweet lead
come shooting my pinning mumma
ahhh

once upon a mind, i saw the dead
come scattering pine across threads
and once along a heart
menkind came home to an evil cart

Uhh

*

 

*
THE RANCID ROTTED TASTE

the rancid rotted taste of an abandoned plum
shoots up with fruits
the rancid clotted taste of a forgotten plum
shoots up with shoots
and we sweeten sex
as we soften death

and we lay soft waste to a city of decks
the rancid rotted face of an abandoned plum
cuts up cold pears
and a bag of berries feeds the thousand
and a sack of cherries roasts sweet hair
eyes slip into dun blindness
ears deafen, and a bird of blindess stare
directly inside
eyes, ears, brain, body, Lives

as timeless statues stop,
wet weepers hammer stone,
and granite faces feel for green scotch
and bleeded bourbon gives head to Los
and evil Nobodaddy has to stain crisscrossed
skillets
..
eyes slip into deafness
ears snip into blindedness, and ochres sweep
daffies from giants

Ahh

 

.
*
THE HUMMINGBIRD

the humming hummingbird
hums whilst singing
the moaning dreaming night bird
appears wing-cropped;
and a vice of iron rams a sad bird
and eyes see a naughty blind bird
.
we have a bed of baked beans
we have a shed filled with dreams
and a bun of bites
feeds cakes to pikes
and we cash old fish with 2 hands

the humming hummingbird
hums whilst swinging
the deadly break of day hears nerves
and eyes vanish
and tonsured nostrils will use Bird
to swirl porridge under stir

ah ah, wytches cast false spells
ah ah, bitches cast canine spells and
all of god's animals are fed islands
and swimmers must memorise
devillers of coda beast-bands

hah ahh i am a man who cannot
have fun..

*

..
*
WEEDERS OF A FANTASTIC
ROSE-GARDEN

weeders of a fantastic rose-garden
delimit flowers with meadows
diggers of fantastic bowers harden
and a wedded moon
shines upon living rooms
and i espy a house of bricks which
hurls meadows at the dark
cousins of old England hear men
punishing love with incest

Reason takes a hot hike as death
cuts a dead mum from a wrecked
father of mice
weeders of a fantastic rose-garden
delimit flowers with gay shadow
and a wedding moon
shines upon kind mummy moon
and it is the sane mamma moon
who swoons under de gallows
OOOO
.
eaters of english rifles shoot up
reapers of english candles
deliberately set fire to sandals
and icy closed fingers
although using gloves cannot shut
any of the ten closed fingers
,.
nordic fierce deities suck as Bragi
has no earth now to control
and Bast is a pluperfect cat-soul
and canine felinity sleeps for baby

uh

*
OLD DEAD AND SCRATCHED
VINYL RECORDS

old dead and scratched vinyl records
shatter as they play
cold dead and ruined cassettes spray
endlessly broken taped trapped graves

and we make no true sense
and we make no way for wisdom
and we have nothing now to raise
because true song is dead and gone

fierce fantastic faces fail to shine
fierce romantic faces fail to whine

Death comes quickly
Dead lungs smother minds
and we dig for dust in a gold-mines

once upon a shelter, i heard mum
dropping her heels inside the earth
once upon a river, i hard guns
shooting a blood moon with lungs
and a bonnet under bloods

Oha bladed body summit thrums
Oha raided bloody gannet
swallows sea-seed
and eyes see into steeds
.
i have used a canyon for my soul
and a mane of mush metes souls to
a witherer of night and day
.
fierce fantastic faces fail to shine
fierce emotive cases shut and grind
and hands lay lovers in a sad mind
and we drop traders inside grey wine
..
eyes peer into eyes
skies leer deep inside; Oh, we raise
gashers from hearts and rammed days
..

AMEN..

*

*

ROMANTIC SPACES
SOFTEN INTO SAD AIR

romantic spaces soften into sad air
cold tragic faces
falter, then fall from keen hair
and a naked wall will always snare
a vast body of cemented bricks
and we lug drugs unto a blue stream
and this blue stream drowns prayer
o riders of grey screens

Dark deaths crawl upon old sins
Hard mess
nests in de skies where giddy gins
drown child Aladdin in a bath
and we have a bath filled with fins
ah

amniots of gold rock the castles
odd ingots of gold socks
push a finger down my legs as muscles
clench up, and a pusher of slots
puts a coined kisser in a clock

Riders of blue rain cry like a cock
Easters of old pain
ram down both paraffin and money.
Raiders of countries
suck a bald nut as a baby in a brain
dollops cold mitts upon family
ah ah ah

once upon this mad mind of mine, ash
cut an old man's sleeve from trash
once upon this sad mind of mine, cash
cut an old man's urine from body-crashed
cold city concertinas
ah ah ah
rosettes feed fished nets to cold sitars

*
CARRIERS OF EASY
COCHINEAL

carriers of easy cochineal heat a meal
hookers of dizzy orange peal
ply hot whore-hire to a bled big-wheel
and a bouncy fire
cuts the dead lips of a funeral pyre
ah ha la

easy riders of a dulling day retire
easy bikers under-cut tall spires
and eyes rise just like a spire
and spent lives rise up from tyres
...
i have entered again into my head
i have scented mind-flame
. Oh, a burnt cold crane
falls apart
Oh, a scented stain
cuts my heart
and a dozy dragon breathes pain
and a living fire-dragon
breaks up, up, up

amen amen amen amen
dictators use phlegm for a podium
amen amen amen amen

these are the rhinal tracts of a sad life
these are the renal cracks of god's life
and christed model judas
has to get crucified as heroes hang

Uh Uh Uh; i knew no jesus
Uh Uh Uh; i was never moved to tears?

END

**
THIS HIRED RADIO

this hired radio in which we were made
sings for the quarter-hour
this heated shadow of both long and short
sea-sirens down a holly glade
and eyes eat inside
a bulb of grass where initimate wives
danced till a sexless knave

the dunny easy cupboard where i raised
coded killer children
has swallowed somehow a sun of women
and dizzy doggy gems
germinate wheat with ideal sad husbands
and a burstive salt stem
ships cold tears under caverns and ken

o for an easy world whose easy seasons
chose to stop then reign
down upon a sea of veins?

I have seen pretty stores shutting reason
I have entertained the deaths of missions
and because youths and I do not compute
o may madam moon melt inside
cosy casements.

these dunny days, i shape my shivers from
slitherers of damaged doggy dames
and now, cell-snapped, the marriage of suns
wallops a cool kissing pissing gun.

ah asses under copious mules hear lovers
ahashes under coptic fools
stash a city fire in a fire museum's
crippling pyre-piped plateau of killers
/
AH AH AH

the high roads to the sun are hot with crap
the huge loads under guns
shoot a mental moon
FINITO!!!

*
MY DRAGGY DEAD LEGS
ROT UNDER SHRUBBAGE

 

my draggy dead legs
rot under shrubbage
my head is rotted whilst ties
tidalise a blouse of knives
and my bed is underwater
and my soul is led to slaughter.

the door beside me was like you
and the radiance of the meter was
escaping from evil Rome
and my draggy legs
rot under lovage
my head is ripped when eyes
suck a petrol plane from sweet stone
..
in this smokily ill-connected room
i dream of deaths and youths
and ald sneezers under hands move
echoers of engines
aside from tears when
you and me and Lady Brighton
bollock up eerie women.

it is the first day i used a toy
its is the first night of kind boys
o, is hitler's boyfriend Benito?

my draggy dead legs
rot under lovage as loaded zeroes
get bled from tea-dregs

la la la la
o-la,- sod minds shake as yoyos
bleed for nude rivers.

uh

*

..
*

DO YOU KNOW OF THE BOY
WHO SELLED DIRT TO MEN

do you know of the boy who selled dirt to men
have you taken down the knickers of the city
have you climbed lakes under Leander
will you cum at precisely midnight?

i am the son of ald worldwide night-light

you know the directions
o the hedons are in both ears
the interhearsing dolly of heated tears
eases echoes into loud erections

do you know of the girl who lost curves?
have you removed the kickers of pities?
have you climbed drakes with Pomanders?
will you come back home for easy rites?

o hand in hand, we ran aside a wishbone
and eyes drawl under prisms
o hand in hand, we ran inside false prisons
and eyes drool under fiction

i am the dreamer of all poisons
o i am the ward of tall foisons
i am the doctor of galled mind-cisterns
o hand in hand we ran aside de Systems
and eyes drawl under missions
and benders of Saul sunder grey germs
and wakeful child-boys glow till
led to kittens

la la la; easy holy pictures cause thrills
to send cinemas to filmed sleep

amen

*
IT WAS AN ADVENT OF PURE WIND

it was the advent of pure wind
devising salty air,
up a sea-street where we ran
up a billy can
and down into closed prayer

the windows below us appeared
like brighteners of shrilled hair
awaiting the faces in a nunnery.

do you know the kid who sold pornography
have you used candles under cities
have you come to tonight where sculleries
stop breathing?

Uh

the bad idle streets iced idly over
down a great river of Sound;
silence came like rain as roped night
windily scattered venom-heights

it was the sweaty winds
reciting fever;
up inside meat, as we ran,
barefooted dinners heaped rites

do you know of the Jew who knew everything
dare you sell swards to blue swings
do you own the son of Love
Will you come back home for swept God?

we dared to shatter reason when stone
hurled books at baby diamond.
oh, we joined clans to diamate sirens
ah, as we fixed drams to diamante
thence we used bawds for hankies

la la la la
hah ah, we have come once again
inside the blue Zion of de waterbead; and rain
sweeps us down de Nile
and we smile for soft dials

Oh OhIS THIS THE END!!

*
THE MIND WHEN SHAPING IS
A VAGINA SEEING

the mind when shaping is a vagina seeing
a sex organ of ghosts
Light in an eye corrupts senstitives as ropes
stirr cavvies into killings.

how thunderous it is to seize the sight of a mad girl
how wonderous to seize the heart of a sad world
how sweet to summon a cart from a starved swirl

the mind whilst aching is a vagina dreaming
a sex orifice of drugs
pokes nine eyes with raising colours when
molluscs embroidered into old mens
suck a snaily fucker for baying gentlemen
..
sun! sun! sun!!
o to be pelted by the slits in the wind at last
floods a gooser with eaten bitumen

the mind when shaping is a vagina seeing
a sex mangle mingles with blue droolings
uh-ha, a naked nuclear pig grunts for ceilings
la la,- pasters of affearers junk spleening

sun! sun! sun!
oo we scissor for mamma moon and deaths
get pearled aside blooded tombs
stars are ours
Mars is ours

all deaths are flowers

*
A HONEY NOSE

a honey nose inside five hands
sirens into insidious silence
rainy grey-nude eyes turn away
and sadness drops,
from a shaded cup with lots
ramming powders down.

the itch appearing against two lips
shines like planets
that eyes take and drizzle round
a shattering of gannets

a sunlit sea of sloanes hordes arrows
through which a wide bride
solders after whipped odd wives

and we exchange minds with queens
and we take a ticker-tape when dreams
dollop kicks underground
and we exchange mines for sounds
..
o made greyish, a sky-written screen
dies away..

shoulders are humped with
large headed magmamity;
with winged certainty made bare as bodies
a scuttering of lakes rides
deep, deep down
..
a sea-light of pure stone breaks after
baked buddy arrows
and shoulders are hunched here;
laden, fallen, left to shift barrows
..
a fugue of a nose is turned from fathers
a vinegar of lobes burns down..
a width of lies hears herons when
skirted meadow-colours season
rosebeds,

slumbered for daffodils,
left to rot under oceaned gemmed
refugees
..
a summer of washed stone wades
beneath cicada shades
and we exchange minds with queens
and we kiss again a bed of beans

La La La

END..

*
NO MORE NO MORE
FOR THE DYING GAME

no more no more for the dying game,
no more for mauds
no more for sheet pain
no more no more for the dying game.

one of us is a tugger cat made sane
and we will never look into midnight
we have our names by heart
we use our inner veins for sad light

no more no more for the dying game
ooo...

where a prisoner yells, fay loss
chains a chair to a blind blued cross
and we have our names by heartS
we use our inner stains for a rocked
budder of blind bone

no more no more for the dying game
no more no more for the dying flame

and under my heap, a spot of rain
has come to thrill my head with scams
and under dust, my bedhead moves
a shallow graveyard raised by stained
body-pictures
and pictures rule the flowers

no more no more for the dying game
no more for mauds
no more for sheet pain
and we swing for night when dames
swallow up mad sea-christs
we wallah aside a corpse of lights
.
no more no more for the dying game
no more no more for the queens of pain

it is the wind returns
to fog in a distant glass
Your widows are up high
looking outside a facial ride
and a dog of dreams bites a blithe
baby gem;
mown down, left to rend
a dying nameless past?

the streets unfurl to yesterdays
recollecting loved
sniffy hands that hold to cups
and we dance, dance
La La La, and we dance all day

no more no more for the dying game
no more for dugs
no more for sheet rain
no more no more for the dying game?
..
and a wrist will uncurl and pass
donny danger fingers in an vast
comedy of divinities and gold casks
and a fist will blow hot veins
.
no more no more of the dying game
no more no more for the lips of Spain
no more no more

of the dying game

 

*
SOME DELETEROUS VINEGARS

some deleterous vinegars have repainted my bedrooms
- and a caviar of ministers has fed a sainted bathroom

some deleterous strapped fingers have used a balloon
to bend my home with eighty carat glassrooms.

the streets of feeling dirty unroll under yesterday's
wishful hands of eating
-and a caviar of banisters has fallen under schools
and a bone of sloanes scatters
blonde pricks of blood that don a pissproud warper of
warming cats and bruised ermine.

inside death's house, the blinds have never been raised
we float to the silver imagings of banishing graves
and the crowds in minds brazier after downy trades

no more no more of the dead and no more for slaves
no more for the sun and her lunar cage
no more for whores
no more for scores; and no more for eagle-wards

wanderers whistle when slow claws sink talons aside
bruisers; and mentalis abuses digitalis
and we feed upon bended fuses; and we tread tides

o, mad men come from out a wind of eyes; and ice
sears seabirds from gummy swum pond-prides

AMEN

*

one eaten day when a nighttime of killers jack-knifed
then a bed of laughter rams our minds; and a swift hill
falls, and easy eaten graves sup from a dirt-cup when
slutterers of old men piss upon curtains; and old men
cry, cry; and an open wheel burns for sanded women.

under a mean catty choir, we swing as we prowl
and an easy tatty fire jams hot volts with meat-cowls,
and my easy cat meows for meat; and a baby-towel
stinks. O, eastern blue rapiers rend a raider under a
vampiric slink; and as times die then mental owls

hit to a piggy beat. Deaths drool for dust. Deep fowl
flashes pheasant pictures in a to a penis. Red rolls
sink frenchy fingers into a bather's soul; and grey stars
rock the naked heavens;

a snotted nose beneath clams;= and a sexy hoot-hard
hollows out coconuts and walrus tar. Uh, sad women
ride from eager breasts; and vaginal cartoons are
led to killered veiny pricks. Sex holds a bed-bath.

Uh

THE INGOTS OF A FILTHY SMILE

the ingots of a filthy smile suck for a tawny grimace
o egits under dirty tiles swell up for the stupid. Lace
lambasts burns with bile as a slut under body-baits

cunt-caves for a choral child.
O, we sunder paints as
grey sea-slots cut up wild kisses of ratted cold grass,
and a sidler on the corn raids a blind lisp with glassed
searing spy-shops;
and a green-headed buddy rapes
batterers of de cyclops. Dirt has us pinioned..

the ingots of a dairy dialler drizzle ash upon rakes
and a bed of masks kneels upon candles; and snakes
bastardise burnered babby baskets with cradlers; uh,
we have written to the dawn only to receive dusk; and
carriers of cablers crap inside limbs.
.
o, we jaunt to a pissy bleat, a lemoner of limers licks brands,
and we swell up for supermarkets as we sex-slam
diamante fever;
and whistlers of the wrecked scram
after diners who dine in the dark. Oh, ocean drams
drop a doodler under a soft ark;

and weirs stand for

bald beeches, where a rattler of a deer fucks walls.
and we knew nothing at all
and we cast names down dead halls
and weirs stand for
bald leeches, where a cattler of a sphere uses drawl

la la la la
okay, as we ride then we cry and slide across museums

END

*
HID AGAINST WODERS
OF WILD-SPOKEN WOMEN

hit against woders of wild-spoken women, we clap for
dizzy dolted rhymers of death-awoken gems; O, moors
dart into dartmoor when a poet's torn tree cuts wards-
and we jazz to a jacker's beat when a burier of bawds
whore-jams easy sex epilepsy with dizzy doctor-paws.

we hit against woders of wife-spoken children, outdoors
a sea of slayered spunk sea-opens old seasons;
and fjords snip a sally cold with bended cod-lemon and glottal seed
gets scattered by scutterers of steeds upon a salty
bed-board.
.
bald beeches shape shrapnel from sawn shot swans. Oh,
weepers shed whipped tears where closing dune buds flow,
and sharpeners of deckednakes drink from cowls and crows.
Men comfort after carrion.

Sexlessness swings for de world
Senselessness sing for lost girls
Deadliness swims for crossed curls
and weepers don milky mien as doctors to swirls will
slow all creamed villas
with disjointed fairy-fillers

and we appear to spit in the eyes of horses?

uh.

*
O IF WE SPIT INTO THE EYES OF HORSES

o if we spit into the eyes of horses, then certainly we'd ride
up fucking high where the data of women suck pony-pride,
and we lace a doubling doll to naked treasons as we ride for
bell-pushers of sanded skulls; and a tongue inside a ward
drinks cold coffee while off the wall;

and we loosen under
distancing honey-mess; and a mental map of a lover paws
pulleyed bath-brawls;
and we shed white seed upon war
and we scatter a smatterer with sweet labile eyes; Oh.

if we spit into the minds of horses
, then certainly we'd writhe
la la, a jumper under wine swills salted bread
sas sea-slides
slant to the end of times; Ah, a flinted scrote curries tines,
and we sweep a giddy comb across
cruel men who pine.

o, naked bellers belly up from dreamers
o, a rainbow's ebb must swerve across meaty steamers
and we wil ravel unto big god strippers
o o ohh

amen we say to the drinking tides and the wakes of clothes

Uh

*
THE SHOOTERS OF
DUN BUBBLES

the shooters of dun bubbles
gun soap with rained blood
the rooters of stunned gables
stuns rope
and a star at night looks down upon
codas of day-lit tables
and a song of suns
absorbs pure fire
and a cat under gum sticks his tail
deep down where dope
hisses
.
oestrogen rising has to listen to
bone-breakers
and a starry life has to use levers
to lift vegetations to nude blues
and we kiss hissed ice
and we deaden judas christ
,,
the shooters of dun bubbles
gun soap with raised sex-mud
ah once aside a mind, i tore Mars
with five fast cinemas..

sexing of the cherished jostles Bird
a deafening of the perished
glisters
o a dying game which uses words
shoots a feline father's
coded woman
and live life murders god's children

eyelids don excess visions when
a cartel of heat-builders
deafens the blind
and a mouth of glass has to grind
bear jaws with robed mind
..
a sexing of the cherries turn
fruit and veg into a tea-urn;
and we sex the cherried
and we wreck swift berries, La! La!
why wind wells dry
will never be understood till cars
crash under eyes

write for bikers.. And easy porn
swells like pissed vipers

UhhhhTHE END..

 

*
I MADE A CRAZY PASS
AT AN OLD BENT WOMAN

i made a crazy pass at an old bent woman
o eyes fazed me
o cries caved me...and a bunk of semen
cares for beads
and i mad a pass at an old grey woman
o lives dazed me
o wives shaved me
..
because bowed god has no name
because bowed dogs
have to walk in pain; O, because trees
seep into my mask
you and i will hammer lakes to hasps
o smiles burn me
o dials turn me
to the other side of the seas
..
i made a crazy pass at an old bent woman
ahh when a venal garden
has no good gardener
ahh whence an anal raven
has no winged lover
then we hiss for certain..

waves beat on the shores
graves heat guns with whores
and we lay under meat as closed wards
sweat for pandemic flu..
..
Oh i have sensed camal traffic
mounting a small mule
Oh i have wrenched canal traffic
sailing to a river feud
and baby bouncers have to move
sweet roe to fishy fugue
ah ahh

why the peasy faisty dead seasons
heat gay panty hose
will be known to figgy children;
and a bun of rice
sucks cream from angel-vice
..
Oh once upon a pan, wedders
shimmered in chiffon gowns..

..
* 

 

PALL WALL

Inveigal my territory as if it were sanity, strike at my history as if it
were air: summon up demons, let music murder me: in the sun's charity, let
madness flare. Pall walls around me seek to find security: locked in a
cage, the bird within me sings: inveigal my territory as if it were
sanity, strike at my history, sever my wings. I never knew the sun of
Simeon, I never felt the world inside my words: truth is all darkness, an
artless state of sentience: a nightbird in purdah, my soul denies its
verve, suffers under murder & buckles into sadness, leprous as a sinner
whose senses curve. Pall walls around me seek to find security: locked in
a cage, the bird within me sings: inveigal my territory as if it were
sanity, strike at my history, sever my wings. As if I ever knew the
gunshine of moving, as if I ever knew the bullet laid bare: as if I ever
knew the riflers at my pocket: seldom knowing any, no God on high answers
by prayers. Pall walls, or is it something close to recusance; something
close to subvention that makes my soul decry? To search for passion's
sentence is all & all love's presence: pall walls, or is it fury; more,
the devil in love's eye? Never finding thunder, just stalking after
ravens: setting no light to harvest, this song of ether reaps the poor:
lying backwards in a chamber, seeking moons in wells of night, the life I
lead is seldom waking, its breastmost way, a cloven spite. Pall walls,
endless under prism; a prison of spectral torture, the gaoler's hands
decree: sermoned under lightning, struck dumb by passion's raping,
entombed in endless blackness, this man of bone deceives. Pall walls
around me seek to find security: locked inside a cage, the bird within me
sings: inveigal my territory, strike down my destiny; let go the spires
that music might win.

PLANET BIRTH

This is Planet Birth: let no man tell you birth is glad: this is Planet
Birth: let no woman make you sad. Under fire & under azure, Planet Birth
is all to see: let no man tell you birth is plenty; Planet Birth came from
the trees. This is Planet Birth: umbilical as lust, the cradle's yawn
disproves: this is Planet Birth: let no child tell you birth's a muse:
under mud & under oil, Planet Birth denies its toil: let no God tell you
birth is plain, Planet Birth came from the rain. Planet Birth, Planet
Birth, Zioning in the Dark, beneath the earth, like ded zephyrs from red
skies, Planet Birth comes flailing by: wailing under hammered sirens,
beneath the sun, the earth must fail: Planet Birth, Planet Birth, let no
gladness see birth sail. In the tombyard, sundergrinding, abortive as the
Son of Love, Planet Birth, Planet Birth, Planet Birth, the womb of blood.

EIDERDOWN GIRL

eiderdown girl, in her eiderdown world, furled under furls, with petrol
face inclined; what for the words you wreak against the birds, what for
the winter you sleep within your words. eiderdown girl, furled under
furls, with petrol face as cold as pearls; what for the number, what for
the thunder, what for the summer in your distant rumba. eiderdown girl,
furled under furls, eiderdown girl, as old as the world, eiderdown girl,
furled under furls; eiderdown girl, eiderdown girl.

THE DANGEROUS MOONLIGHT

I'm in touch with the dangerous moonlight, I'm in touch with the dangerous
moonlight; see, see, see how I just don't care, living in touch with a
dangerous heir. I'm in touch with the dangerous moonlight; don't stop me,
I know I'm right - the moon comes up, the tomb spins round, living in
touch with a dangerous sound. I'm in touch, I'm in touch, I'm in touch
with the dangerous moonlight, I'm in touch, I'm in touch, I'm in the touch
with the dangerous moonlight. don't stop me, for I'm in love with the
dangerous powers and the dangerous blood, with the dangerous powers and
the dangerous sea, with the dangerous you and me. I'm in touch, I'm in
touch, I'm in touch with the dangerous moonlight, I'm in touch, I'm in
touch, I'm in touch with the dangerous moonlight. I do not go where the
men must go, I do not flow where the women know; do not fly where the
angels cry - I'm in touch with the trees, and so I die. I'm in touch, I'm
in touch, I'm in touch with the dangerous moonlight, I'm in touch, I'm in
touch, I'm in touch with the dangerous moonlight.

 

SHE RENT AWAY

She rent away, just like the first girl's death: she rent away, rent away
against the breath. Taking no lovelorn mirror to reflect the peace she
maimed, she rent away, she rent away. She rent away, just like the blade
of summer: she rent away, rent away against the thunder. Taking no murder
under, though murdering was all she did, she rent away, she rent away. She
rent away, rent away into the darkness: sulphuric in her sermon, her heart
of dust hit madness. Raping dreams of plenty, like a porno Queen with eyes
on empty, she rent away, she rent away. She rent away, just like the first
girl's death; she rent away, just like the first girl's death; she rent
away, rent away beneath her breath: she rent away.

CELLEVISION

Cellevision, cellevision, brute decrier in a metal screen of fission: come
down from ghosts hereafter, sun-divided in visions of the mean,
cellevision, cellevision, brute decrier in a metal screen of dreams.
Cellevision, cellevision, sickled depiction of the signumatic wars: come
down from schemes of wrought incision, cellevision, cellevision, brute
decrier in a metal screen of doors. Cellevision, first shadow of the
empery of stealing: spieled betweeen the brains, the tube of sickness
projects doom: sermonic under glasseye, like a semicomic fistsky,
cellevision, cellevision, cellevision. Summed up from cemetery, in a
cloven drum, God's trivial boys appeal: parried under acrid come, like a
crucifaction, the Lord of Screens conceals; conceals the siren camera,
with lenses blasted into blurring war: cellevision, cellevision, brute
distractor to the core; cellevision, cellevision, brute distractor to the
core.

THE MYSTERY THAT BINDS

The mystery that binds is destruction in the mind: serrying light with
burial, like a mute reminder of the life beneath the spine, coming on
softly as a skeletal climb, the mystery that binds is destruction in the
mind. The mystery that binds is destruction in the rose: serrying light
with burial, like a thorned reminder of life beneath the clothes, coming
on softly as a skeletal pose, the mystery that binds is destruction in the
rose. And love is death & death will sundermine: in the sharden bower, the
buds of truth will blossom into crime: no artless God shall sickle summer
into any portrait of surprise: the mystery that binds is destruction in
the mind, the mystery that binds is destruction in the mind. And love is
death & death will sundermine: in the sharden bower, the buds of truth
must blossom into crime: no artless God shall sickle summer into any
portrait of surprise: the mystery that binds is destruction in the mind &
destruction in the mind is the act of killing time.

BLUE BEGINNING

Can you find a blue beginning, can you find a state of sun: in the
thickets of true meaning, can you find the endless one; in the pools of
trendless water, can you bear us moons & stars: can you find a blue
beginning, can you shend the chains of Mars? Rocky green mountains,
scarlet corbans: in with the Persian womb, light understands; in with the
capitals, the ladies of the lake, upward from endless fire, summer sires
love's shape. Dug down from metronomes, serried into flame, cut from the
robes of stone, solid in God's frame, like plumes of azure gone glad in
skeins of ore, into blue madrigals, the lion of ages roars. Winter is
fading; see love assail us: winter is fading, see love comprise: winter is
fading; see love come parading: winter is fading; come see love devise.
Under swirled emperies, into mute tapestries, set beneath fountains, our
blue beginning comes: never shall hatred compose us our charities; never
again shall our darkness drum. Blue beginning, blue century, see how time
loves you; see how the heirs of wisdom smile: come, let love near you,
surmise & revere you: blue beginning, blue century, let love beat the
wild: blue beginning, blue century, let love beat the wild.

IF WE DON'T USE OUR WORDS

If we don't use our words, if we don't use our tongues, under pentecostal
flame, the never-ending sun shall, enhearsed in fume, depose all heated
love: if we don't use our words, the world shall rape its bud. If we don't
use our words, if we don't speak once more, deposed in ashen skeins, the
eye of death shall roar; shall, like raging Petra, burn up the schemes of
God & time: if we don't use our words, the world shall rape its spine. If
we don't use our words, if we don't stammer into life; if we don't vie to
seize the tongue behind the knife - under tombs of panic, like a hospice
siren raving by, if we don't use our words, the world shall cease to die,
& death is multifoliate & death is all life's number & death is all & all
the state of demons in the thunder & death is each & every, is summer
light, is winter ice, & death is feeling serried, its row of graves, the
final heist.

UNIVERSAL SPINE

I was doing time in the Universal Spine: murdered in the mind, with Lord &
Locus out of time; scattering Nero seed, with Zion's tomb a grief away:
Universal Spine, Universal Spine. Seek the sadness in the Garden, find the
solemn cage of fire: Universal, spine is Unicursal, Universal Spine,
Universal Spine. Gaoler, give me keys of azure, Gaoler, lend me locks of
blood: mute, all love is Unitersal, Universal, love denies God's bud.
Universal Spine, Universal Spine, Universal, Universal Spine: all is found
in the Universal Mind: Universal, Universal Spine.

THIS IS THE TIME

This is the time, the time of broken minds, the time of jailers in the
spine; this is the time, this is the time, I'll never save u from the
wind. At the centre of sun, cold prisms run; spectral under gun, cold
prisms run - no light may live now love is done - at the centre of the
sun, cold prisms run. Crucifaction sermons unto doom; den-eyed at iris,
the eye of heaven booms - this is the time, the time of broken minds; this
is the time, this is the time. Cruel at hedon middle, stars of murder
blood the plough; cruel at hedon middle, stars of murder blood love's
bough - the ship of death is sailing - no more the moon, just tombstone
storms. This is the time - all light comes flailing - this is the time of
sharded dawns. Seams under stretcher ward love's murmur - in the caves, we
sight light's brain - spermerotic, with light our cool dementer, petrol
pools rape aside the rain - old is the serpent under music; old, the gold
skein, the rattlesnake bride - this is the time, the time of delusion;
this is the time of the haunted wide. This is the time, death's gallery is
shining - shining like blue mud, the throttled lizards sing - this is the
time, death's gallery is shining - shining like blue mud, the knife of
hatred spins - no time is real, no time is certain; no time, just masques
behind blue doors - this is the time, death's gallery is shining - neon as
a whisper, the sea of death's assured. This is the time, the time of
broken minds; this is the time of graves in the mind; this is the time,
the time of purple spines; this is the time, this is the time. This is the
time, the ship of death is eastern; this is the time, the time of purple
fission; this is the time, no time left to define; this is the time, this
is the time, this is the time.

MIDAS IN THE THORN (Speedwritten rewrite of Jim Morrison's Riders on the
Storm)

Midas in the Thorn, Midas in the Thorn
as a gilded state of thieves or a man denied at seed,
Midas in the Thorn will drink fawns

Destruction summons night, dementia summons light;
if we let love's angels run,
no god of truth may come;
Midas in the Thorn, wrought & burned in scorn

There's a sermon in the come, there's a sermon in the guns
if we live by do or die, no heirs of law may fly,
if we suffer for death's drug,
red moons shall groove above;
Midas in the Thorn, wrought & burned in scorn.

Lady Loss or Lady Grey, Lady Loss or Lady Grey?
Though the Kings of Motion mourn,
no ocean strikes the dawn;

Midas in the Thorn, wrought & burned in scorn.
Midas in the Thorn, wrought & burned in fawns
in the moon, tombed semen flows, under tomb, crooned sigma grows;
Midas in the Thorn, wrought & burned in scorn,
Midas in the Thorn, Midas in the Thorn.

If we live by do or die, all winter loves must die,
Midas in the Thorn, wrought & burned in scorn,
Midas in the Thorn, Midas in the Thorn.

This wild world is snaped from fuck
This child word gets taped aside sweet cut
If we live by do or die, not one of us will form
If we suffer for blue tithes
Then family faces will fade aside naked plume-brides
Midas in the thorn, Midas in sweet sides
Midas in the thorn, wrought and burned in scorn
Midas in the thorn

Shadowers of milky statues must grow from demure rain
Gallowers of easy mind-shows must glow from sweet pain;
And idle swallowed haloers
Get laden with iron souls and silk-mirrors
and Midas has his gilded way
and Midas under figs will touch a golden grave

Midas in the Thorn
Midas in the Thorn.

Oh

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PEEPLE DERANGE

Peeple derange, peeple change, peeple rave in scarlet skein, peeple maim,
peeple change, peeple rave in scarlet vein. when denied, the peeple kill,
when decried, the peeple thrill. peeple derange, peeple change, peeple
rave in scarlet skein. sun is dead, moon is dead, wind is dead, rain is
dead, womb is dead, croon is dead, love is dead, life is dead. peeple
derange, peeple change, peeple rave in scarlet skein, peeple demote to
prove their madness, peeple demote to prove love's sadness. moon is dead,
sun is dead, rain is dead, brain is dead, childhood splits the mind in
four, derangement splits it all the more. peeple derange, peeple change,
peeple peep and peeple drain; life is largely wanton woman, wanton woman,
largely children. love is dead, lust is dead, dream is dead, scream is
dead, Everyman meets mania parish, mania parish is giving punished. peeple
maim, kill, rape, strip, score, suck, slay, rip. sun is dead, moon is
dead, wind is dead, rain is dead, womb is dead, croon is dead, love is
dead, life is dread. change, maim, change, derange, maim, change, maim,
derange, maim the loves you take for granted, change the loves that deem
perverted. under halo, under hollow, under bible, dying wallows. peeple
derange, peeple change, peeple change, peeple derange; peeple derange,
forever, always, peeple die in empty hallways.

BLOOD WEDDING

incest tarot, incest marrow, blood wedding, blood wedding. flume of
sickness, spuming witness, blood wedding, blood wedding. the cloth of
christ is incest perot, the shrouds above, a split-spine tenet. incest
weaver, incest leader, blood wedding, blood wedding. slick of moansigns,
slick of foamsigns, blood wedding, blood wedding. cryptic slaughter,
madam-daughter, blood wedding, blood wedding. the signal sun is seed at
zero, the eunuch drum, an isis hero. flume of sickness, spuming jenet,
crown of clitzoid, sounding senate, wharving rumour, sea of mud, cimmerian
state in bud. blood wedding, blood wedding, the spines are midnight, blood
wedding. no time to dream, no time to breathe, no time to live, no time
for ease, no time for breath, no time to die, no time for truth, just
endless sky. the spines are midnight, blood wedding, the spines are
blasting, blood wedding, the times are crippled in narrow motion, the
shrouds above, phaposian oceans. incest tarot, incest marrow,
blood-to-bone, bone-to-blood, the sallow cheek reveals dead sunday, the
dreams gone after, funeral comedayze. dazed forever,dazed in loved, dazed
forever, dazed above, the seed is zero, the eunuch summer, blood wedding,
blood wedding.

THE SIRES OF MUSIC

in the times that break apart, from spire to shinbone, rhyme, who is all
and all the slave to the eagle in the mind, (where goes the angled knock
of seered and serried graves), in the oceans of the heart, the sires of
music, rave. and should the angels drop from hireling heaven down; (or
should the shining crop of corn and capeseed drown), then there would be
no rhyme except the light that shifts, and the sires of music, lopped,
would spiral from the pith. not for the shroud or flame of biblebook or
flower, on the spindrift wires of time & the motions in a tower, (for the
stations of the breath & the seashores in a spine), whereby the seasons
drift, the sires of music chime. & should the angels drop from hireling
heaven down; (or should the shining crop of corn & capeseed drown), then
there would be no rhyme except the light which shifts, & the sires of
music, lopped, would spiral from the pith.

CONTUSIONS (re. Ian Brown)

fed-up with contusions, fed-up with the shame; fed-up with saint peter &
his pearly gates of flame: a tapestry was woven, a tapestry of fear: in &
out the cyclones, christ whispers in our ear. i cannot make it here, i
have no stone to own: this earth of mutineers is ever bleached at bone. i
cannot make it here with god's roundalay; the world is minus Sun. there's
nothing more to say. Lal-lal-lee-lah-lah; lal-lal-lee-lah-lah;
lal-lal-lee-lah-lah; lal-lal-lahhhh..

 

SECONDHAND GIRL

she's a real secondhand girl, spastic in her secondhand world, making
secondhand chocolates for secondhand spies - stop now, girl, and wonder
why. making secondhand chocolates for secondhand guys, making secondhand
chocolates for thirdhand eyes - stop now, girl, and wonder why, stop now,
girl, and reap the lies. secondhand girl, thirdhand world, secondhand
world, furled under furl, secondhand sinner, secondhand woman, secondhand
girl; a death in coming. she's a real secondhand girl, spastic in her
secondhand world, making secondhand chocolates for secondhand spies - stop
now, girl, and wonder why.

 

I MET A BOY AT TURN OF VEIN

i met a boy at turn of vein, he had two minds, he had two brains - two
creatures, wrought in milton lobes - i met a boy at turn of toad. i met a
boy, yet nothing more - a boy of leers and dreaming scores. i met a boy, a
key-ho-hey, i met a boy at change of day. confessed in birth, this earth
is mad, duressed in curse, this earth is sad. i met a boy, he had two
brains; two-brained boy, two-brained boy. i met a boy, he had two brains;
two-brained boy, two-brained boy.

THIS IS A CRUCIFIED CRUSADE

this is a crucified crusade - come together, join together - born in
shells and born in blade, we go forever. see the bearers meet for pleasure
- come together, join together - born in tides of festive ether, we go on
forever. this is a crucified crusade - come together, join together - born
in cells and born in jade - come together, join together - born in shells
and born in blade, we go on forever. as the scanners strip the heavens, we
go on to feast unleaven, as the scanners strip the sky, we go on to mystic
high; as the scanners break the summer, we go on to cryptic number, as the
scanners live to ruse, we go on to mystic noose. this is a crucified
crusade - come together, join together - born in shells and born of
leather, we go on forever. born in shells and born of leather, christ must
reap the weather.

NOW I'VE FOUND THIS BIRTH IS SOUND

now i've found this birth is sound & the rivers scale the trees, i won't
choose to be profound, but shall dement to please. now i have made a
birthday blaze & the easter sea is sailing, i won't choose to be profound,
but shall dement through failing. i have found the endless earth, i have
found the hunter's worth, i have found the sea of summer, i have found the
petrol thunder. i won't choose to be profound, less this birth is
howlaround. i won't choose to be profound, but shall dement to please. now
i've found this birth is sound, now i've found this earth is round, now
i've found, now i've found, now i've found this birth is sound.

EVERYBODY LOOK TO THE AIR

everybody look to the air, everybody rise from their chair; everybody, see
it coming - the whirlwind, the whirlwind. this is the whirlwind; no man's
skin blinds away where children sin. this is the whirlwind, this is the
whirlwind, this is the endless whirlwind. something's going on round here,
what it is is just not clear - we must reap the moon today, less the
whirlwind pass away. everybody look to the air, everybody rise from their
chair; everbody, see it coming - the whirlwind, the whirlwind. this is the
whirlwind; no man's skin blinds away where children sun. this is the
whirlwind, this is the whirlwind, this is the easter whirlwind. some boy
told me god once lived, but god lies sundered in the crib. this is the
whirlwind, this is the whirlwind; see it come - the whirlwind.

SHE DRIVES ON IN HER MINT STAR

she drives on in her mint star, drives all night in her mint star. no man
has ever seen her scar. she drives on in her mint star. she has eyes that
burn with pride, lilac robes that storm the skies. she has all the best of
you. she drives far in her mint star. she has insight into graves, she
holds the key to all dismay. i should like to hold her tight, but she's
coming out tonight. she drives on in her mint star, drives all night in
her mint star. no man has ever seen her scar. she drives on in her mint
star. she has hairs that burn and rave, she has heirs that know no slave.
she drives far in her mint star, she drives far in her mint star. i should
like to hold her tight, but she's coming out tonight. she drives far in
her mint star, she drives far in her mint star. no man has ever seen her
scar. she drives far in her mint star.

ahhhhhh

BARABUS (after Pulp)

my name is not barabus, but i have a surname just the same. i'd like to be
a locust, but the shame is just insane. my name is not barabus, but i have
a surname just the same. i'd like to deal in hocus, but the shame is just
insane. oh, i ain't called barabus long, but my surname's just as strong.
oh, i ain't barabus long, but my surname's just as strong. if u'd like to
meet me in my home, i should show u eagle bone. if u'd like to meet me in
the grave, i should show u eagle blade. my name is not barabus, but i have
a surname just the same. my name is not barabus, but i like to play his
game. i'd like to be a locust, but the shame is just insane. my name is
not barabus, but i murder just the same.

CRUCIFIXION FICTION

the madness that burns amidst our minds snaps our tears and rapes our
rhymes. now stop those words u think are blind; make yourself some peace
with time. oh, u failed the shrink, i say, yet your heart is in delay.
stop those words u think unkind; make yourself some peace with time.
crucifiction depiction, crucifiction fiction, do not stop, just turn away.
all our loves live high in trees - nobody around may see. we are burned
before we are born; stop those words you think deformed. oh, u failed the
shrink, i say, yet your heart is in delay. stop those words u think
abrupt; make yourself some peace with fuck. crucifiction depiction,
crucifiction fiction, do not stop, just turn away. now this earth of death
must live forever - come sense the regal in red leather. u failed the
shrink, yet life is real, u failed the shrink, so wealer-deal. the madness
burning in our brains is endless as a widow's pain. stop those words u
think denuded; do not stop, just act deluded. crucifiction depiction,
crucifiction fiction, do not stop, just turn away. the world at one is
zero pleasance, the world at one is zero crescent - do not care for
picture men, do not care for jesus, then - crucifiction depiction,
crucifiction fiction - do not stop, just turn away. crucifiction
depiction, crucifiction fiction - do not stop, just live a day.

BIFIDA BRAIN

our graveward dreams, endlessly serried, reveal the acid berry in the
bible flower; the world at one, the zero seed; all all and all depose the
heart to greed. don't need a bifida brain to make it through the rain;
don't need no bifida loins to see this earth purloined. our graveward
dreams, endlessly serried, reveal the acid berry in the bible bone; the
world at one, the zero seed; all all and all depose the heart to need.
don't need a bifida mind to make it through the grind; don't need no
bifida loins to see this earth purloined. all all and all, this dry birth
turns, storming time with searing burns. don't need a bifida world to make
good; just need the sound of axe in wood. this i know, with hitler's
hearing, this i know, with stalin's fearing - this i know, as much as man
is mad - time and tide is endless bad. all all and all, this stage of
notion; all all and all, this comic ocean - all is reasoned before it is
born. all all and all, this heart is scorn. don't need a bifida brain,
don't need a bifida skein, do not need the worth of herod in his girth.
the sea is in harness, the sun is out of time. don't need a bifida brain
to rape away love's spine. our graveward dreams, our graveward schemes;
all all and all, this earth is mean. do not tell me what to think - don't
need this earth to see love sink. don't need a bifida brain to make it
through the rain; don't need no bifida loins to see this earth purloined.
best seek the smallest mind to make this earth divine. best seek the
soul's defectors to shape this earth's inspectors. bifida mind, bifida
spine, bifida spine, bifida crime. cross the world, see seasons change.
don't need a mind to seem deranged. the brain is real, the mind is false.
all all and all, now join the waltz.

GEMERALD 2 (SPEED-WRITTEN PSYCHODRAMATIC POEM-SONG)

flowers, powers, fusion, flowers, beyond the moon, the endless power,
sunned in murder, muffles love, all and all as cold as blood. flowers,
powers, fusion, flowers, beyond the moon, the endless power, sunned in
frightmare, muffles fate, all and all as cold as rape. indigo winter,
indigo summer, all and all, the world is number. indigo summer, indigo
autumn, all and all, the world is warden. flowers, powers, fusion,
flowers, beyond the moon, the serpent wish, sunned in murder, twining
madly, scores away the endless kiss. flowers, powers, endless towers,
under time, this earth is empty. the way is gemerald, the way is temporal,
the clay-cold kiss of love is real. all and all, as cold as fury, endless
flumes the rape of curie. all and all, as dead as living, endless flumes
the soul's misgiving. flowers, fusion, flowers, denusion, all and all,
this earth's delusion. ultrasonic, multisounded, all and all, this earth
is grounded. burial rumour, death-kiss glimmer, world under world, the sun
grows thinner. burial rumour, death-kiss manger, world under world, the
Son's defamer. flowers, powers, fusion, flowers, beyond the moon, the
endless power, stunned in hearing, muffles love, all and all as cold as
blood. whispers brick the eye to midnight, misters brick the sky to
skidnight. death devolves, death defines, death revolves and death's
divine. flower, first fusion of the demon empire, tower, first fusion of
the demon entire, flower, power, tower, the day is gemerald, flowers,
powers, fusion, the gem's confusion. no more seeking the foreign word for
worship, no more seeking the foreign word for transept - flowers, powers,
towers, fusion lives forever. flowers, towers, powers, fusion reaps the
weather. beyond the moon, beyond the sun, beyond the flint inside the
come. beyond all this, the town of azure; beyond all this, the tower of
pleasure. death devolves, death defines, death lives on in broken vines.
earth beneath earth, dream under thunder, all and all, the power must
sunder. quiddicch lover, wiccan brother, wiccan brother, semite mother- as
the summer breaks aside, all and all, the eyes grow wide. give me the
palace of mental easter, give me the summer of scentral beast - no more
time for clocks that turn, just the time for labial urns. flowers, powers,
fusion, flowers, beyond the moon, the endless power, sunned in murder,
muffles love, all and all as cruel as blood. dream, why shape the wake for
sharing? dream, why share the wake for prayer? dream, why shape the snake
for snaring? dreams live on in tempest air. flowers, powers, fusion,
flowers, gemerald shower, amber dour. dowry girl, give me plenty, dowry
girl, rend me empty. shend the sun, shend the moon, shend the lung, shend
the womb. the smoke in the hills is eagle shadow, the smoke in the hills
is eagle mallow. gemerald, sieve in the cobwebbed lover, gemerald, sieve
in the cobwebbed drum, gemerald, sieve of spider ages. flowers, powers,
towers, theword is scum. spend all your years in a prism prison, sweat for
the grave beyond all light. flowers, powers, towers, all the world is
gemerald. flowers, powers, towers, all the world is temporal. shend the
sun, shend the moon, shend the banshee in her tomb. christ comes here to
prove no truth; all and all, the word's uncouth. leave aside the
ultrasonic, cleave away the mate bubonic - this is the earth, so live it -
death comes after, a deadly remit.

DISEASED DREAM (WHAT FOR HEREAFTER?)

diseased dream, diseased manna. what for the heart, what for hereafter?
the world at one is zero stage. the world at one is zero age. diseased
dream, diseased manna. what for the madness sundering after? the world at
one is zero stage. the world at one is hero's cage. seek the dumb & death
shall follow. seek the drum of breath's apollo. diseased dream, diseased
neon. diseased dream, diseased zeon. the zerox sickle rapes the neck, each
world beyond, a menstrual deck. diseased dream, diseased manna. what for
the heart, what for hereafter? diseased dream, diseased manna. what for
the madness sundering after?

PICTURE BULIMIA

picture bulimia, picture bulimia - the cream in the flower is spent
chimera - picture bulimia, picture bulimia. under rose, under bud, under
rose, under blood - the cream in the flower is spent chimera - picture
bulimia, picture bulimia. face the fat zeroid, seize the sun & make it
spurn - under rose, under bud, under rose, under blood - picture bulimia,
picture bulimia. this woman knows no power, that woman rapes the hour -
picture bulimia, picture bulimia. that woman knows no power, this woman
rapes her dower - picture bulimia, picture bulimia. the cream in the
flower is spent chimera, the cream in the flower is spent chimera. picture
bulimia, endless enterprise, picture bulimia, scarab in disguise. carab
river, candy river, carab river, rotten liver - picture bulimia, picture
bulimia, picture bulimia, picture bulimia. carab river, candy liver, carab
river, female shiver - picture bulimia, picture bulimia. this is picture
bulimia.

 

THUNDERFUL SUN

all in the thunderful sun, don't need to know no-one. all in the
thunderful sun, don't need to bang a drum. see it all around the moon, see
it all in the only one. all in the thunderful sun, all in the thunderful
sun. son of woman, son of christ, do not wear me with your heist. son of
jacob, son of jonah, do not bear me death's coronar. all in the thunderful
sun, don't need to know no-one. all in the thunderful sun, all in the
thunderful sun. give me children, dig it deep, give me children, do not
weep. all in the thunderful sun, all in the thunderful sun. got some news
from lovely rita, seems like meter's going sweeter. all in the thunderful
sun, don't need to know no-one. lovely baker, lovely butcher, bare canary,
semen suture. seen it all in the blues of the world - don't need a man to
see things told. all in the thunderful sun, all in the thunderful sun -
don't need to know no-one - all in the thunderful sun.

GLOBAL PUMPKIN

the radio, the rodeo says, magic, magic karma. the rodeo, the radio says,
magic, magic karma. global pumpkin, spectral stiltskin, global pumpkin,
rectal munchkin. the radio, the rodeo says, magic, magic karma. the rodeo,
the radio says, magic, magic karma. the children in the sea-house say,
magic, magic karma. the women in the tree-house say, magic, magic
karma.the radio, the rodeo says, magic, magic karma. the rodeo, the radio,
says magick, magick mantra. global pumpkin, spectral stiltskin, global
pumpin, rectal munchkin. playing my piano in an off-hand key, i see no
geniis other than me. magic, magic karma, magick, magick mantra. magick,
magick mantra, magic, magic karma. the rodeo, the radio, the never-ending
playdio, says magic, magic, magic, magic, magic, magic karma. (see those
boys on the hill, they suffer no eastern will; best to get inside & deal
in regicide....)

SHE SAID SHE WAS LEAVING TOWN

she said she was leaving town, said she was boneward bound. the star is
car americana, the car is scar americana. do not know her name, guess
death's just the same. said she was leaving town, said she was boneward
bound. do not give a kiss for gold, do not see a dreamer told. said she
was leaving town, said she was boneward bound. the star is car americana,
the car is scar americana. star on the hill, explosive black, rend me
summer from love's shack, seize the temple under root, never live till
blood is brute. she said she was leaving town, said that death was
howlaround. said she was leaving town, said she was leaving town. the star
is car americana, the car is scar americana. said she was leaving town,
said she was leaving town, said she was leaving town, eggshell bleeding
all around.

GOODBYE?

& now that it's all over, now my soul is purified, into space I shake my
mace & leave behind the blind. now purity has summoned me & freed me from
my pains, into the waves of heaven's sea, my life can cede again. goodbye
to anna friel, goodbye to norma baker, who left their onanistic deal on
every impure acre. goodbye to anna friel, goodbye to geri halliwell - now
i am free to feel, i sentence thee to hell. & now that it's all over, now
that my days are clean, into the face of heaven's race, i'll step with
purest schemes. now my mind no more contests this virgin stage with
whores, through thunder's gate, i learn to take my sensate means no more.
goodbye to anna friel, goodbye to norma baker, who left their onanistic
deal on every impure acre. goodbye to anna friel, goodbye to geri
halliwell - now i am free to feel, i sentence thee to hell. goodbye to
twisted images, goodbye to fisted themes, farewell to twisted pillages of
fisted neckless queens; goodbye, no-one shall miss you, goodbye, no child
shall care. goodbye to onan's issue, goodbye to lust contrare. goodbye to
norma baker, goodbye to geri halliwell, goodbye to anna friel, man's never
felt so well. goodbye to woman rapists & the feature film outdoors.
goodbye, goodbye, goodbye - i could not love no more.

BLACK TIE MASQUERADE (after Alanis Morissette)

a young girl, she turned 28, made a life in movies & learned to be raped.
it's a black tie in its masquerade, it's an endless whisper, digging for
the grave. a young child, he turned 51, made a life in movies & came with
his son. it's a black tie in its masquerade, its an endless whisper,
digging for the stage. it's like pain, pain in every way, it's like pain,
pain from day to day. a clown of duty, his heart stormed black; as much as
he lived, he screamed on his back. a doctor of dreaming, his heart stormed
grey; as much as he lived, he learned to be gay. it's a black tie in its
masquerade, its an endless whisper, digging for the stage. it's a zillion
solid hours with a brown-art for devise, it's a cockerel on the shoulder,
trapped in red disguise. it's like pain, pain in every way. it's like
pain, pain from day to day. it's a black tie, a strangler's state of
slick, it's a black tie, a wrangler's four-inch pick, it's a black tie, a
black tie masquerade; though we hope to live forever, none of us is saved.
it's like pain, pain in every way, it's like pain, pain from day to day,
it's like pain, as hot as foetal living, it's like pain, & pain has no
forgiving.

BLUE SCORE

bore my scars & blew my soul last museday; i've got no-one to burn. bore
my scars & blew my mind last fuseday; i've got no-one to spurn. say the
world was real, say the world once lived? what then but spieller-deal,
what then but the living dead? bore my scars & blew my soul last museday;
i've got no-one to burn. bore my scars & blew my mind last cruiseday; i've
got no-one to spurn. say the world once cared, say the earth once span?
what then but spieller's lair, what then but hanging man? bore my scars &
bust my eye last museday; i've got no-one to love. bore my scars & blew my
brain last fuseday; i've got no noah's dove. say the world once sang, say
the earth once bloomed? what then but spieller's band, what then but
plated womb? bore it all, saw nobody changing; couldn't give a damn for
any. bore it all, saw my birth deranging; couldn't give a damn for mary.
say you once all gave, say you once all moved; say you once all gave, say
the earth once grooved. say it thrice over, say it seven under, say it
thrice it over, rape away the thunder.. say it once mattered how the child
was maimed to lie, say it once mattered how christ was born to die. say
the world once lived against its hatred, say this earth once toppled while
abated. don't give me funkey blues, don't give me green suede shoes. bore
my scars, drove ten cars, saw all brains disgarded. bore my scars, drove
ten cars, saw all veins accosted. the endless dream is the eggshell
thinker, the endless dream is the egg-yolk spinster. don't give me bible
news, don't rend me semite law, don't give me bible dues, just shend away
the doors. don't give me eyes on empty, don't lend me pistol wax, don't
give me eyes on empty, just rend me judas flax. take the flex, wind it
round, pierce the neck, maim the sound. bore my scars, bore it all too
many times. bore it all, broke my neck & smashed my spine.

 

SIEGE TO SEED

siege to seed to seed to siege to snood to cruise to cn news, to zen to
wren to dirty den to doctor rock to peter pock. water-wheel one to
water-wheel two, i am the one who opened you, water-wheel one to
water-wheel men, i am the one who opened pen. water-wheel opus to
rot-spiel crocus, i am the one who opened locus. siege to seed to seed to
siege to snood to cruise to cn news. siege to seed to seed to siege to
snood to cruise to cn blues. dna is wicked gay, wicked gay is john 'o'
grey, john 'o' grey is global munchkin, global munchkin's orbital pumpkin.
water-wheel pentagram, slaughter-wheel centogram, siege to seed to cn
blues to seed to siege to doctor who's. i love baby, she gets lady, i love
lady, she strokes sadie. goldie is a roll-up, roll-up is a siege seed
truce. water-wheel opus to daughter-wheel crocus to siege to seed to cn
shoes. mary, mary quite contrary, how does your spindle glow; with
knicker-lips & crotchet trips. siege to seed to cn snows. television,
sputnik lover, television, merchant brother. barclays, starkleys, dr
starksky; siege to seed to cn jews. jewel, fuel, petrol, petrol,
water-wheel, spastic plastic. water-wheel to crap on a fan. siege to seed
to judas man. give us the highways & i'll give you the byways - bylines,
bylines, bylines, bylines. goodbye, monroe, your life was on show. siege
to seed to siege seed row. cn news, cn blues, cn snood, cn rood. saw it
all over, now's the time for clover. the sweet is the best, let's go west.

EDVARDE GRUNDY

Edvarde grundy, edvarde sundae - ice-cream, ice-cream, ice-cream,
ice-cream. on the farm, the metal girl drinks a quart of barley whirl.
edvarde grundy, edvarde sundae - ice-cream, ice-cream, woman. see the boy,
see the paper - edvarde grundy, edvarde sundae. see the boy, see man
friday - edvarde grundy, edvarde sundae. combine harvest, red-tent leer,
cup 'o' petrol, red-neck ear. ice-cream, ice-cream, naughty dream,
ice-cream, ice-cream, ice-cream. take me on your flight, corporal balloon,
take me on your flight, master masturbloom. this is the earth, this is the
ticker-tape - edvarde grundy, clobber-cape. ice-cream, ice-cream,
ice-cream, ice-cream - i came, i swore, i came again. edvarde grundy -
sundae rain. down, down, down, down, going down, mistress sound, going
down. going down to ale-house forty, going down, going down. edvarde
grundy, mrs. mundee - ice-cream, ice-cream, ice-cream, ice-cream. lovely
rita, meter tweeter - ice-cream, ice-cream, ice-cream, ice-cream.
centrefold madam, make me gladden, give me hot, give me cold. edvarde
grundy, edvarde sundae - ice-cream, ice-cream, ice-cream, ice-cream. saw
the walrus, stitched a stitch, did some knitting; clickety-click.
traffic-light, yellow to yellow, why so sad, why use bellows? edvarde
grundy, edvarde sundae - clickety-klaxon, clickety-klaxon. ice-cream
comes, ice-cream goes, ice-cream sews, ice-cream sews. i don't suppose you
want to know the contents of my long-stemmed rose? ice-cream, ice-cream,
endless ice-cream, endless, endless ice-cream.

 

PETER PAN, MARY ANNE

peter pan, mary anne - dig the summer, dig the summer. mary anne, thomas
mann - dig the summer, dig the summer. hear the thunder thrumming in,
shend the seed, let time win. peter pan, mary anne, mary pan, thomas mann
- dig the summer, dig the summer, dig this endless number. summer sun, why
so fast? summer moon, why so fast? summer conscience, why now over? summer
seance, time grows older. peter pan, mary anne - dig the summer, dig the
summer. mary anne, thomas mann - dig this endless number. dig the eye of
endless empty, dig the lie, let in love's sentry. thomas mann, mary anne,
mary anne, petrov scam - dig the summer, dig the summer, dig the endless
summer. come, dig the summer, dig the summer, dig the trendless thunder.

CLASS HETERO

class hetero, class shakespearo, half the world's class-glass yoyo. picture scout,
picture scout, don't need no mind to knock me out. class hetero, class
hetero; half the world's class poncho. class hetero, class hetero; half
the world's class mad zero. picture me this, do not let love rend, picture
me this, do not let life end. half the earth's class hetero, the summer
moon, a phaposian surprise. class hetero, clasped heroes; half the sun's
class hetero. gay deviser, grey compriser, what for love whose ways grow
green? give me picture, give me fixture; never let this life grow mean.
class hetero, class radio; half this world's class hetero. shend the
chain, let man build, never tame the hetero will. time on its side, time
under fire, time on it's side; magnetos in the tide. give me the way it
was, don't poison me with vision. lend me woman's image, don't give me
cellevision. class hetero, class hetero; all the world's class hetero.
don't give me afgay, don't give me aftawoman, just give me picture come,
just give me death's cousin. magnetos in the underpass, class hetero,
class hetero. magnetos for the underclass, class hetero, class hetero. all
need a picture hessien to shape this earth with birth, all need a picture
hessien to solve the crime of worth. all the world's class hetero, half
the sun's criminal afgay. give me class forever; never let man pass away?

 

I'M MOVING OUT

i'm moving out to the other side, (with a spiritual bride, with a
spiritual bride). i'm moving out to the other side, (with a spiritual
bride, with a spiritual bride). pain is pain & pain will out; the other
side must writhe & rout; the other side must fall like rain upon the
insane brain. i'm moving out to the other side, (with a spiritual bride,
with a spiritual bride). i'm moving out to the other side, (with a
spiritual bride, with a spiritual bride). pain is pain & pain will out;
the other side must writhe & rout; the other side must fall like rain upon
the insane brain. the other side, the other side, the other side, the
other side.

2 GUITAR PIECES
1.
the clock, the watch, the oil on water, the clock, the crotch, this summer
daughter. inside the sun, within the moon, the clock, the watch, the
strike of doom. the clock, the watch, the oil on water, the clock, the
crotch, this narrow slaughter. inside the sun, within the womb, the
clock, the watch, the chiming tomb. the clock, the watch, the oil on
water, the clock, the crotch, this flower of mortar.
2. the stitch, the kitch, this endless stabbing, the kitch, the itch, this
phasing razing. inside the sun, inside the moon, the stitch, the kitch,
this endless room. the stitch, the kitch, this endless season, the kvetch,
the etch, this sickled reason. inside the sun, inside the moon, the stich,
the kitch, this trendless bloom. the stitch, the kitch, this narrrow
slaughter, the kitch, the itch, this thamesward daughter, the kvetch, the
etch, the cockney strait, the kitch, the itch, this ritual rape.

BLUE MOON
blue moon, thru moon, true moon, crew moon; moon water, moon daughter;
blue moon, thru moon. moon beneath fire, moon beneath rain, moon beneath
fire, moon beneath brain. blue moon, thru moon, true moon, crew moon; moon
water, moon daughter; blue moon, crew moon. moon comes easy, moon goes
under, moon comes easy, moon is thunder; moon is endless, moon is
friendless. blue moon, thru moon, true moon, crew moon. blue moon, flu
moon, rue moon, morgue moon; endless moon, trendless moon, blue moon, thru
moon. eyes have seen, eyes have known, eyes live on in nehru bone. blue
moon, thru moon, true moon, crew moon. blue moon, blue moon, blue moon.

MUMMA' S ROCKING-CHAIR
woke up, saw the endless dead; woke up, saw the bloodied bed; woke up, saw
the ruby moon; woke up, sensed the summer boom. don't forget mumma's
rocking-chair, don't forget the eagle's lair; don't forget mumma's
rocking-chair, don't forget the eagle's lair. woke up; saw the endless
dead; woke up, saw the bloodied bed; woke up, saw the ruby womb; woke up,
sensed the winter loom. don't forget mumma's rocking-chair, don't forget
the eagle's lair; don't forget mumma's rocking-chair, don't forget the
evil heir. woke up; saw the endless dead; woke up, saw the bloodied bed;
woke up, saw the moon of death; woke up, sensed the summer's theft. don't
forget mumma's rocking-chair, don't forget the eagle's lair; don't forget
mumma's rocking-chair, don't forget the evil heir.

THIS IS MY AFFLICTION
This is my affliction, this is my affliction - i do not suffer for the
heart of fiction. this is my affliction, this is my affliction - i do not
walk with the graves of night. this is the world as we see it - picture
gods without a remit. this is the world as we know - picture gods without
their dough. this is my afffliction, this is my affliction - i do not
suffer for the heart of fiction. this is my affliction, this is my
affliction. suffer twenty years for no-one's theme, suffer twenty more for
a schizoid dream; suffer endless, suffer over - lost my sex to a broken
sofa. this is my affliction, this is my affliction, this is my affliction.
this is my affliction, this is my affliction, this is my affliction.

BORN ON A STORM
Born on a storm, born on a storm, light was born on an endless storm. the
summer moon was out of mind, the mystic temper far behind. preacher, do
not give me love, for time was born in shrouds above; no more christ for
those who live, just the eve inside the rib. born on a storm, born on a
storm, light was born on an endless storm. the summer moon was out of
mind,the mystic temper far behind. teacher, do not give me thunder,
teacher, do not give me wine; time must climb to greet its sender, sending
death must split the mind. born on a storm, born on a storm, light was
born on an endless storm, born on a storm, born on a storm, light was born
on an endless storm.

GONE
Gone, like a song that lingers on, wrong, the way is endless song. i was
lost inside the rain, i was lost before you came. gone, like a song that
lingers on. strong was the place where we first met. wrong was the palace
of our debt. strong was the place where death grew long. gone, like a song
that lingers on. gone, like a chiming face of blood, strong as the breaker
of the bud.when you came i was atoned,when you reigned, i was
alone.gone,like a song that lingers on, gone, like a song that lingers on.
like a serenade of wrongs, gone; like a mutiny of wrongs, gone;as the sun
that burns in the endless womb, as the wharven waters in the moon, as the
stretch of fire, as the furied face, as the semen dream in the gilded
case. gone, like a song that lingers on; gone, like a song that lingers
on. gone.

FOR YOU KNOW YOU MUST DIE
for u know u must die, for u know u must die - bolt thru the neck, bolt
thru the eye - for u know u must die. for u know u must die, for u know u
must die - no reason to ask me why - for u know u must die. for u know u
must die, for u know u must die - there's no reason why i'm telling u lies
- for u know u must die, for u know u must die, for u know u must die, as
i sail out into the sky. for u know u must die.

XMAS AVENGER
Xmas avenger, snowflume major; blind in berry ice, peace breaks thru. xmas
contender, icicle in gender; blind in berry ice, peace dictates the blue.
xmas is truth, xmas is canon - xmas, soothprayer, destroyer of mammon.
blind as berry ice, a mantis in a vice, xmas, xmas, xmas. blind as berry
ice, a mantis in a vice, xmas, xmas, xmas.

U MAKE ME FEEL SO OLD
U make me feel so old, u make me feel like penates gold. u make me feel
like the end of spring, u make me feel like a broken wing. the moon meets
the wide, the sun is our guide, the stars that sing depose their swing. u
make me feel so old, u make me feel so cold - lies manifold, lies
manifold.the scorn in our hearts is as real as the dawn; scorn is form,
scorn is form. u make me feel so old, u make me feel like penates gold. u
make me feel so old, u make me feel like penates gold.

NATIONAL TRAIN OF LOVE (after Divine Comedy)
on the national train of love, there's a man with a spastic glove. on the
national train of love, the moon don't shine above. though the sun is a
narrow whistle and the stars, as furled as gold, on the national train of
love, the world is cold as old.on the national train of love, there is a
woman with a minor's brain. on the national train of love, the moon don't
shine for rain. through the sun is a narrow whistle and the stars, as
furled as gold, on the national train of love, the world is cold as old.
on the national train of love, the men have a sotto voice.on the national
train of love, the brain is as rolled as moist. through the moon don't
dance and the sun don't rain, though the moon don't dance and the mind is
vain, on the national train of love, the moving stone shan't wane. there's
a woman with an eye as long as the sky, there's a brain in a basin down
the aisle, there's a four-eyed ram with a ten-inch can and so much more
you can't explain. the national train of love, the national train of
love,the national train of love,the national train of love. don't give me
peter, don't give me paul, don't give me man, just give me saul. the
porning shower is a metre away. fade to grey, fade to grey. the national
train of love, the national train of love, the national train of love, the
national train of love.

MISTY MCCAIN
Ms. Misty McCain, she broke thru my vein - urine and dirt goes down the
same drain. in the sandy town, the sun don't think - urine and dirt go
down the same sink. her father was mad, her children, dead - urine and
dirt break out of bed. Ms. Misty McCain, Ms. Misty McCain, cold-eyed
Misty McCain. The dock in the mind has a loveless ruff, the spiritual
fine, a christian crust. urine and dirt go down the same drain, go down
the insane drain. the brother was mad, the women, sad - Ms. Misty McCain,
she broke thru my vein. Ms. Misty McCain, Ms. Misty McCain, cold-eyed
Misty McCain. saw the sun, sensed the change; never knew a life so
strange.Ms. Misty McCain, Ms. Misty McCAin, cold-eyed Misty McCain. in the
sandy town, the earth strikes dead - endless whispers in the head. Urine
and dirt go down the same drain.Ms. Misty McCain, Ms. Misty McCain,
cold-eyed Misty McCain. magazinic god, what is your name? cold-eyed Misty
MCcain.

THE SCREAM
the scream. where guards disprove, the words push thru. the scream. where
words push thru, the nightmares move. the scream, the scream, the scream.
the scream. where nightmares ride, the sun must glide. the scream. where
love denudes, the creatures groove. the scream, the scream, the scream. i
hear a siren up ahead - looks like the moon is dead. see the summit move,
the deaths deny, the world shift off through an empty eye. the scream, the
scream, the scream. the scream.

MOON-TALK
moon-talk, talk-walk, moon-talk, spume-walk. thru moon,true moon, blue
moon, crew moon. live the way that you used to know, rend away the lunar
show. moon-talk, talk-walk, moon-talk,spume-walk, moon-talk,moon-talk.
loved the friend, always did, loved the friend since we were kids, loved
the way the people change, seen it all derange. moon-talk,talk-walk,
moon-talk,spume-walk. true moon, thru moon, blue moon, crew moon.
walk,talk, stalk tall, seize the winter in its thral. live the way that
you used to know, rend away the lunar show. moon-talk, talk-walk,
moon-talk, spume-walk.thru moon, true moon, crew moon.

BABYLONIAN MURDER
babylonian murder, babylonian murder - seen it in the fields - babylonian
murder. don't give me iron christ, don't rave against the heist. this is
babylonian murder. babylonian murder, babylonian murder. this is
babylonian murder.

SHE MAKES ME BLEED
she makes me read, she makes me sneeze, she makes me quease, she makes me
bleed: she makes me do things that love denudes. she makes my fucking nose
bleed.
she makes me rake,she makes me shake, she shapes the words of aaron's
snake.she makes me read, she makes me sneeze, she makes my fucking nose
bleed.
she do to me what woman hates, she lives for shended ways of rape.she
makes me read, she makes me sneeze.she makes my fucking nose bleed.
she lives for none,she dies for all, she shapes the ways of aaron's fall.
she makes me read, she makes me sneeze, she makes my fucking nose bleed.
she makes me quease, she lives for ease. she makes my fucking nose bleed.

HE LIVES TO BLEED
He lives for red, he lives for none, he does not care for woman's fun. he
lives to bleed, he lives to bleed, he surely lives to bleed. he tries for
none, he lives for none, he does not care for woman's cum. he lives to
bleed, he lives to bleed, he surely lives to bleed. he dies for christ,he
lies for mary, he does not care for love contrary.he lives to bleed,he
lives to bleed, he surely lives to bleed. he is not gay, he is not mad, he
does not care for summer's glad. he lives to bleed, he lives to bleed, he
surely lives to bleed. he has no sense, he has no soul,he lives for nought
but rock-n-droll. he lives to bleed, he lives to bleed, he surely lives to
bleed. he does not shed no seed. he surely lives to bleed.

CLASS ARSE (SUNDERGLASS)

move the underpass,shake the underpass, smooth the underpass, rape the
underpass.class arse, underpass,class arse, underpass. break the limb,
break the side, rake the whim, strip the bride.class arse, underpass,
class arse, underpass. the sun must move, the wind must break, the city
stream must always rave - there is no law beyond itself, nor any place for
judas wealth.

class arse, underpass, class arse, underpass. no world is
real without its pain, nor any face trangresses flame. class arse,
underpass, class arse, sunderglass. time is numb, space is dead - endless
whispers in the head - seize the summer, let it ride - no more place for
shanty skies. class arse, underpass, class arse, underpass. class
arse,class arse, class mask (sunderglass)...

MYSTIC BOY

mystic child, mystic boy,mystic wild, mystic joy. seek the sun, rave thru
it - endless remit, endless permit. mystic child, mystic boy, mystic wild,
mystic toy. reap the moon, choose to live - endless love, shended crib.
mystic child, mystic woman, mystic wild, mystic children. search the
stars, make them fit - endless remit, shended writ. mystic child, mystic
boy, mystic wild, mystic decoy. seek the son, rave thru it - endless
woman, endless woman.

THE COSMONAUT

I am the cosmonaut - i travel thru the skies. i am the cosmonaut - i raid
the spatial tides. i am the cosmonaut - time traveller to nowhere. i am the
cosmonaut - the raider of the air. the distance from this world lies
raving like a moon, nor shall the scent of love denude the summer's womb.
i am the cosmonaut - i am the sleek avenger. i am the cosmonaut - i am the
dark revenger. no time to live for here, no time to live for prayer. i am
the cosmonaut - the raider of true prayer. the narrow spin of the sun can only
cheat the moon. i am the cosmonaut - the stormer of the tomb. cosmo lover,
indian mother, maid in the mind, searer of the spine. i am the cosmonaut -
eyes on empty. i am the cosmonaut - eyes like twenty. i who dies, i who
lives eternal - i and i - the rended word maternal. seek, find, break on
thru. i am the cosmonaut - all space is down to you?

COALFACE (a poem-song) with thanks to Billy Joel

'It's no fun being old, when the nights are cold
and the bees in the hive no longer sing.
It's no fun being old, when the nights are rolled
in a bottle of ale and a coal-face wind.
When time began, there were fashions to try,
but, underground, life's pit denies;
as night follows day, the miner's eye
is all that gleams as the black hill's spy.
It's no fun being old: recollections of young men
snarl around the slack as old age rends.
It's no fun being old: recollections of young men
snarl and snap the back as coal-seams end.
I do not want what I have not got:
soot-black to my bones, I do not want a thing.
I do not want what I have not got:
soot-black to the bones, life's drifting dins.
And I remember Charlie and I remember Baker,
remember all those lads who dug down every acre;
and I remember Charlie and I remember Baker,
remember all those kids whose coal-faced splendour
banged in the lungs and choked the ears and eyes
and carried the cross of the pit-lights in the skies
and banged in the lungs and choked the land with tears
and carried the cross to weekends on the pier.
Come, let me tell you the story of my doings.
Come, let me tell you the story of my days.
Beginning down the mine, I dug the underspines
of every underworld to have puffed up from the clays.
The bottle is dead by seven and the sun
a soot-black rattle, cackles like a gun -
and when I was twelve I went beneath the world
to dig for fifty years in a coal-face for the pearls
of industry, factory, fireside and scuttle,
suffering as I dig like a mouse drowned in a puddle,
suffering like a sentry of dark and daft demesnes,
suffering like a soldier with a severed arm for dreams.
It's no fun being old when the buddy in the cage
has keeled a million times and the pithead's glassy rage
has grassed over millions of villages of lives
and the kettle turned black has made a tea of knives
and the sickle in the sun has carved away the moon
and the hammer in the drum has beat away the womb
and the manacled maidens I wished upon when young
have smoked into a grave of still-born thrum.
We did not come to dig for all our days.
We did not come to dig for all our ways.
But dig we had to do with our days behind our back
and the sun and moon as blackened as a cat.
It's no fun being old when the bees don't sing
and the world outside the windows has broken in the wind
and the pit-side's master has masked away the mind
in the penniless pockets of the pit-men doing time.
It's no fun being furled in flat old age
when the workhouse doors have opened like a wave
and the memories of good times are dreams with foolish ends
and the memories of bad times are as dear as missing friends.
It's no fun, and this I'm telling you:
coal-face crucifixion is all we ever knew.
It's no fun, and this I'm saying right:
coal-face crucifixion is the cancer in our pipes.
And I remember Charlie and I remember Baker,
remember all the lads who lit the black touch-paper
and sent their infant firework smearing into flames
and never knew just how the pit-face in the rain
could only come to burn away their prides
and leave them eighty-plus in a damning of their tides
and suck away laughter and char away their souls
and graft their childhood days to a cradle full of coals
This is the coal-face all of us are born to.
This is the coal-face each of us is wed to.
This is the underground chamber in the mind
that never learns enough to rise above the time.
Black in the blackness, black as burning trees,
black as Aberfan and the death of infancy,
black as the angels who lit this fag-ash way,
black we grow older and black we must decay.
Black as black, black as black death,
black as coke that fumes beneath the breath;
black as black, black as blackdeath rats,
black is our sun and black is heaven's back.
Born underground and dying in the dark,
digging is the darkness that plunders all our hearts,
and digging now we lie, our hearts and minds soot-heavy,
digging shallow graves in the twilight of the century.
Digging we lie, our hearts and minds resigned
to a certainty of heaven that stifles as it binds;
what we had, never had, and now shall never own
slumbering behind us; a pick-axe to our bones.'

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HEDONIST RAG

if u should sleep about a thousand years; if u should pay a billion pounds
in bent arrears; if u should carry your jewellry in a bad swag bag,
u'll
be doing the hedonist rag. if u should fly on a plane to distant climes;
if u should drink from a bottle of vintage wine; if u should dabble in
diamonds while waving a flag, u'll be doing the hedonist rag.
hedonist,
hedonist, hedonist rag - the less u do, the more u'll have - hedonist,
hedonist, hedonist rag - the less u prove, the more u'll stab.
if u should
masticate a dinner in scarlet spain; if u should build a cellar in the
darkest vein; if u triumph over others thru smoking a fag, u'll be doing
the hedonist rag.
if u should heal the rich while decrying the poor; if u
should deal in wealer-deals without a cause; if u should try your best to
stamp out the mad, u'll be doing the hedonist rag.
hedonist, hedonist,
hedonist rag - the less u do, the more u'll have. hedonist, hedonist,
hedonist, hedonist, hedonist - hedonist stab...

LADY AT THE CROSSROADS

Lady at the crossroads weeping, by your troth, you are in keeping with the
stars and all their souls - lady at the crossroads, roll.
lady at the
crossing mount, by your troth, you are in count with the dreams that
sailors have, as they sail on seas of crabs.
lady, lady, take to me and save me; lady, lady, u and i were one; lady, lady, take to me and save me;
lady, lady, u and i were one.
lady at the crossroads weeping, farriers
shall stave your sleeping, and the heavens up above shall acclaim u in your love. lady at the crossing fount,
time and tide shall swathe the
mount, and the tears shall fade away, as the tyranny decays.
lady, lady,
take to me and save me; lady, lady, u and i were one; lady, lady, take to
me and save me;
lady, lady, u and i were one.

BOYTOWN STORY (a fragment)

lal-lee-lal-lal-lah, lal-lee-lal-lal-lah, lal-lee-lal-lal-lah, lal-lahhh
in streets of penates malice, i laid down on the way; for privateers in
palace, pirates sired my grave. weeping in a truckstop, with my guarding
angel gone, like the ever-yearning clock, i never bore a son.
lal-lee-lal-lal-lah, lal-lee-lal-lal-lah, lal-lee-lal-lal-lah, lal-lahhh.
on a rillside stands a funster, with ways not human-made - in his heart,
he is a teamster who sings a serenade. for a walk upon an ocean, this
funster will give all, but as time implodes in motion, this funster's on
the fall.
lal-lee-lal-lah-lah, lal-lee-lal-lal-lah, lal-lee-lal-lal-lah, lal-lahhh.
my boytown story's over and my mother has gone home. such is the law of
lovers, that this story moves no stone. for a pocketful of misery, i
ravelled on the sea - as much as rhyme is ended now, this boytown murders
me.

lal-lee-lal-lal-lah, lal-lee-lal-lal-lah, lal-lee-lal-lal-lah,
lie-lie-lee-lie.

THE END?!!

WHILE WE WERE WAITING

While we were waiting, the word was dissipating, while we were
dissipating, god's eyes were dilating; while we were waiting, the word was
ruled by hating.
while we were waiting, when god's eyes were dictating. in
the beginning, when we were giving, in the beginning, when christ was
living. in the beginning, in the beginning, nothing could forfend our
sovereignty.
while we were standing, the word was hanging, while we were
hanging, the word was scabbing; while we were scabbing, the world was
bragging, while we were bragging, the word was gagging. in the beginning,
when we were giving, in the beginning, when christ was living. in the
beginning, in the beginning, nothing could forfend our sovereignty.
while
we were raping, the word was shaking, while we were shaking, hot bird was
shaking; while we were living, the world was spinning.
in the beginning,
when we were giving, in the beginning, when christ was giving. in the
beginning, in the beginning, nothing could forfend our sovereignty. in the
beginning, when christ was living. in the beginning, in the beginning...

STRANGE FLAME?

eating fire is a spiritless gain; the aim of the gain is to live again;
and there's nothing here except strange flame, and there's nothing here
except strange flame.
at the middle of fire is the middle of cold, at the
middle of cold is the middle of old - at the centre of the shame is the
scented rain; at the centre of rain, at the centre of rain.
eating fire in
the spiritless void is the reason behind the lives we avoid, and there's
nothing here except strange minds, and there's nothing here except blind
spine.
at the middle of fire is the middle of cold, at the middle of cold
is the middle of old - at the centre of the shame is the scented rain; at
the centre of rain, at the centre of pain.
eating fire is the game we play
with the coil in the seed of the shended grey, and the shended grey is the
change of day; is the change of day, is the change of day.
at the middle
of fire is the middle of cold, at the middle of cold is the middle of sold
- at the centre of the shame is the scented rain, and the scented rain is
endless flame.

DO WHAT'S DONE TO MAN?

do what's done to u; do what's done to man. the world inside its widow mind
is proof of heaven's sham. as much as love is endless, this earth
must strike the Sun. do what's done to u; do what's bound to come. do
what's done to u; do what's done to man. shend
the chains of living, send away
the scam. chimeras up in windows are worth far less than love. do
what's done to u; do what's bound above.
do what's done to u; do what's
done to man. truth is death is trendless, truth is, death's the strand. the
sloane-boys under water are wrought in summer vice. do what's done to u;
do what's done to christ.
do what's done to u; do what's done to man.
underwave, overwave; doesn't matter, all is damned. chimeras up in windows
are worth far less than proof. do what's done to u; do what's done to
truth.
do what's done to u; do what's done to man. greet the void, reap
the shameless - never try to understand. chimeras up in windows hold
sickles
to god's throat. do what's done to u; do what sinks the soap. do what's
done to u; do what's done to man. do what's done to u - never try to
understand.

EYES OF WROUGHT DEVISE

eyes of wrought devise, eyes that swim the tides, eyes that never care,
eyes that blind with prayer; eyes in summer moons, eyes in summer tombs;
eyes, eyes that despair, eyes, eyes have no heir. music, take my sun away,
music, let my people play, music, let mad eyes now see, music, come, let
madness be. eyes, these are the LA dunes, eyes, these are the scarlet
rooms, eyes, these are the sonar flares; eyes, these are the eyes of air;
eyes, eyes that seldom do, eyes, eyes that break on thru, eyes, eyes that
live to kill; eyes, eyes that seldom thrill. music, take my sun away,
music, let my peeple play, music, let mad eyes now see, music, come, let
madness be. eyes on empty, eyes on fire, eyes on empty, eyes of wire, eyes
on empty, eyes of pain, eyes on empty, eyes of rain - i have seen the
summer dream rape away the eyes in scheme - eyes on empty, eyes of fire,
eyes on empty, eyes of wire. music, take my sun away, music, let my peeple
play, music, let mad eyes now see, music, come, let madness be.

 

UNTIL

until we have built our golden empery, until we have built the lamb of
god, until we have tilled the lands of plenty, time and tide shall shake
its rod. until we have built our iron empire, until we wharved the jesus
mind, unti we have tilled the lands of samphire, time and time shall shake
and grind. until we have built, made madness over, have ripped away the
mooning ram, time and tide shall thral thrice over, endless as the Son of
Man. Until, as in the lakes of fearing, until, until all peace is whole;
until we have tilled the lands revering, time and tide shall have no soul.
in the forging grails of israel, in the fires of bethlehem, come, let
heroes burn their haloes - let the prince of heaven reign! christ, the
lamb of forward moving, christ, the lamb of grooving blood; christ, the
lamb of hapless healing; christ is wharven in the bud. until we have built
our golden empire, until we have made a place for peace, until, until this
earth is entire, no man shall lay upon god's fleece.

 

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THE MAIDENS OF PURE MONEY

the maidens of pure money ride aside some jeeps
la the damsels of pure honey ride aside blue cheeks
and me and men and a feline hay-cheek hits for a
boner of a boy whose easy chops cut a nut-keep
porters of pissing junks crashdown;

O, gilt streetcars
cry for messing crude creators where redded Mars
harrasses melts with roods when a sea of toy cars
carry massive attackers into Downs that shapes a
city of spires and moggy friends; and odes to stars
shit upon tits when a dustbin in de yard hast to scar
easy mother rides with nuclear bakes that eat tar

de martians of pure baby ride aside alien eye-teeth
and weevillers rotate where a nippy in a rope-sheath
sharpens daddy phlegm with ratters of rattler-heaths

O
giddy easy blown god hisses in quiet when sleep
gets cagey and mind-repletive; and sleep
oozes dream-wine
and, once spleened, a circus under meat
gets taped by growl radio's moggy spine

uh

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WHEN ROCKED BY HEAT

when rocked by heat, my senses curve just like a fire,
o when stopped, my senses swerve just like burned spires,
and miraculous faces on the moon cherish beds with a
donny of true blue funeral pyre; and odes to madness are
fed to fistas as fibulators fascinate tyres; and old cars are
fed to fanny keeps when spastic sex castlers chew Mars

de martians of pure baby ride aside bumpy bled tarred
cabbies who bleed for rides; and me and mellow scarves
swill vinegar ties from messengers who feed from stars
and madam moonshine shines as she pines; and cigars
burn out now, just like a burning field; and men and rivers
reason after oils. And a player in a blue yield has to quiver.
..
when rocked by meat, my five and country senses shiver
and radios in blood-peat piece Pan from coda livers, and
a bayer of bugged drams deal waifs to rot; and Man scrams
after buppy boils that plead for sense as mad words scan
no more; and eyes turn sleeves into frenchers who use pans.

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THE DEVILLERS OF DIRTIERS

the devillers of dirtiers dress sods upside a bad shrill world
o revellers under pictures show deaths to mad hills, and old
pearly girls cry for collanades when a bad mill grinds gold
and a woman in the sky booms like an angel; and old gold
glimmers in twinned minds where eynes burn up. O, worlds

whirl into kids where a breaker of minds cuts cups. Girls
go crucify the mad where a butcher of nuts sucks sweat-curls
after buppy boils bait bread, then the sirens of a good bed
sweep a dreary broom across phlegm; and me and sold bed
leave dreams to lady shakespeares; and old men in beds
will certainly burn to death where a hillock in a boned head
slitters after doilies that drink hair.

O i have died for heads
and bodyers of naked shaker boys bleed for donkey breadS
red devillers of droming sex drone in stupid sky; and lead
leads a pincered labia to mesh; and sold planes plum-bleed
a daggerer of a stabby failure to dotters who punch steeds
Ahh, alarmers whose sirenisers come cutting laddy seaweeds
will weevilise old stored fanny flour
and, la la, a cavy of a cager dreams of martian flowers
and i will idolise deniers
and i will scandalise defilers with twelve twixed body-fears

Ahhhh
a coded curtailer of closed cars will stab de yoyos down

END

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I EASE MY CANTIVE COCK

i ease my cantive cock into blue yields; and my faces
fascinated bled crock as naked fields bleed into faces;
and a dog of sex rots; O, a minotaur in a sad sea paces
under leather clocks where a city found inside stasis
roams after foamy fast fear; and odes to fountains are
moon-fed to loamy fast tears; and odes to mountains are
choc-fed to dolls where a gangster in petrol-noose uses sex-cars
to ravel into cagey cunt-choirs; and odes to dudes are
driven from sleep. Dirt and diesel and petrol necks
summon fat fuel from fawkesfire aces where decks are
made laden with mules that crap on cases; and rivers are
star-flexed with tools that leash nap as flashy foals are
clock-fixed to fizz; and men and madam crap use stars
i ease my cantive cock into grey seals;

O, mad guitars
play for panters; and idiots who reel inside cold mirrors
mason for doggers whose fatal focal tail wags for killers
and a whitener of nudes sucks a fotal sail when drillers
drool aside buttered screws; and menthol vales shiver
for pokey spoolers of dead hands and menstrual silver
weevillers end in pieces when insects believe in mirrors
O, mad rivers
come stabbing a moon-gun
with fatal fairy-thumbs; and oozing sirens
get gobbed from teeny porn-drums

laaaahhhwe are sweated till cold seasons
get swallowed aside prickling pasta-gardens

Uhh
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TYRANNIES OF LOPPED MEN

tyrranies of lopped men spiral from a city of guns
o tyrranical sleasy men rival scum when a tree of suns
moans just like a child
and a corpse of cane crashes for dad's whip,- And
carriers of glibby glaucous feed from tits; O, minds
meld into files; and cakers of wine spit ginners and
a daddy-fire rises under tyres when spirallers expand
heated hosed force to canine forces; and metal fans
drop dizzy mushrooms on twinned floors. And sandals
grasp for naked jesus and a lacker of drawly ingles
rots and ruddy rots; and pissers for packers seize death

o dirt, disease, death rocks a cocking horse and jest
jolts a febrile juicer across poking pork; and grey vests
bestialise bunny beacons with bellers of naked nests
i ease my cantive cock into a screwered vale of sex
and a beller up a crock sweeps dun sewers into my sex
and a rapier of cocks suck urban juices with loud sex
ah ah ah, as a musher of sluts swerves for proud sex
and, oo, when hushers writhe, certainly we will wreck
mind-transfusive canons with angelic neon mine-becks

and we pecker upon naked natrons when motherers
mickler for demure fire. O, i have seen my smotherer
weeping for impure fire but a funeral found in pyres
must bait a slaker of burned selves; and eyes bead-neck
a daddy of a hair-well that leads elves into silent ripped
babby gardens; and kissers of lead swell for violence.

are we on the night-ship

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ONCE ABOVE A MIND

once above a mind a latent dilator of a fishy mermaid
made eyes at a drowned moon; O, as easy graves
sidle under vines, eyes will surely send lashed slaves
into burned seas that stride blown waves; and maids
shrill for pepper rooters that lend babies to castlers
and a spastic plastic hat sticks a whore into trays
and, oo, a renal stem scraps lips where closed trades
sell impossible faces to bled nippies; and bosom-blades
bang from city bottoms when leaders of lays
delimit written bells with tawny towelled parades

o once in one swift lifetime, i saw passion raise a
parasol of pims from naked nailer sherries; and slaves
loosen babes into veiny cask-sailors; and disease
listens to sown sleep and a star of veilers eats slaves
once above this mind whe a parental fishy gale got
blown aside a married wind, old boys flashed for pot
O a city fad will lead deaths to de mad and old grot
must eat and puke from grout. La, inside gold-spot
when baking poots, i saw a laddy laugh for gut-grot
and messy macadams ride in a spun bath. Ah, loss
shoots eve and adam with prides when old moss
gets stripped off by waxen wound hands. Ohhhhh

a jacking daffy drooller raids faces in the brain
la crapping messy rulers measure skies in Spain
and a robotic demnotic kisses mouthing rain as
bubblers of chisel-chops kiss a cat's tailed arse
oh, we lever pictures from tips as litters rasp
and a sailor in a gun drinks from saline masts
and we are wide of the brink as we sink masts
inside five drowny palls which soften rasped old
dilators of hemmy streams that lead bats to gold

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WHENCE WE WHISTLE DOWN THE BLOOD WINDS

whence we whistle down the blood winds, we will coach
a slider in trestles shaping beards with mingel; and a roach
hides outside a wall whence we whistle down boats
and, la la, a sail of pain shafts a salt ship down a float where
easy bellied bastard riders wolf down lips then eat old hair
and, o, whence we whistle, then a pennny in a blood brooch
ignites dirty-faces with enemy spaces which cut rain rare
and a lidder on a rig rots family with chasers inside prayer
a jacking daffy droner drags dills from screens when hair
sicklers after mappy moana slags; and we drill for chairs

and, la la, a dryer of humidifiers flay after hills when hair
slappers a sordid scissor note under grey fathers; O, prayer
sharpens eagle-lungs with babed biters of bellers; O, fear
varnishes gulling heights whence a fattener's statue sears
blonde-blamed boxes with ambulances and easy bird-beers
whence we whistle down the blood wind, we will poke a
dragon of a fire with soaped rings; and vergers under cars
crashdown aside vacant swings; and urgers under grey cars
cry for driving velvetines; and macadam hisses for riders as
galleries of shippen death shine for canvassed easy loves
and an ivory ebony christ snaps gardens across soft gloves
and an easy lazy family layers straps with conical grubs

o jacking daffy droners drag dilly floats from hooked minds
o hacking dizzy sounders mass upon oats as booky bad binds
moon-jam mother motels with peasy lungs made up from wine
o jacking daddy dopers drag queasy ropes from hooky bines
ahh. We said that love's word was dead and gone but minds
mine after romantics who yield a ballet-heel with both minds
and coalers of petrol sods sap a cunted reel where lost minds
mine after mental desire. Oh, a shafter of de deceased eat us
and it is certainly well known that spunk shall eat itself. Cusps
glown for the vacant dead and daddy moon yields cold cuts.

vagrancies appeal to dirty little boys when a tramping slut
swallows pinky street tacs; and a punky pinky peerer shuts a
dollar of a day inside a brother brand that leads sweets to waters
O eynes are forgotten now because wives yield no fathers
O vines are forgotten; and ginny februs thighs hoot for feathers
and a cot of mutton sends mammy penis to a spastic-fever
and a nuclear sun-sod shaves holidays with mastic teasers

AMEN AMEN AMEN
AREWELL TO DIGGING SOAP-MEN

ah

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AN OODLER OF A MIND-MODELLER

 

an oodler of a mind-modeller maces corn with teasers
la radio ramblas use soiled papers for porn; and mad sneezers
smell of tissued snot; O. soft creches slap a facial as piggers
pawn a doggy bell for used banged notes that pay for nothing.
Dying all the fucking time, a broadener of oats hits feelings,
and a vase of ducking wine smashes in to one million searings
and earrings on the moon clamber after tubal tabby catkins,
and an opened apple drops pithy pippy piss upon clothe skins
and an ashen cable shows dotters of mists to TV eye-hymns
..
stablers strangle cat horses. Fazers fashion fetes from bins.
fablers hang dying hearses. Razors fashion red-eyed sins.
caddies cut sweet cadis. Revolters use revolvers. Spun limbs
lose a cave to bad movements. Dissolvers sink old aspirins
and a fakir in a demented sea-scent lays along fingernails
.
crowers may well scavenge till they burst and a blue burst
swaggers across achy breaky hills. Oh, magical bled skirt
spills a swiller's beery afternoon into lickers of peat-bursts
and, o-la, a buzzy easter bee stings truths with female mind
and, o-la, a cavvy xmas sleeve buries birds inside burst blinds
and, la la la, i swerve to beards when sweaters in inner crime
sallows a goosy goofy tit with holy gems and germy wine
.
swum daffies and rubies and royal baby-fluffs here sign
aside a garotter of boobies that breakdown for fennel kine,
and a bagger of boobies shakes sounds for fennel grinds
o baiters of shrillers paint-path a pate of pussers with an
old-timed bike that rides upon flasks and then eats Anne
and Anne is a name of love's dog. O, ma mary's hands
swelt for flame. O, doctors of gob grates meaty lamed
bolter fatherers of fascinated cods and burny bun-brain

THE END...

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PAID COPYRIGHT JDB 2021.

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