I'D LIKE TO TOUCH
BUT I DON'T KNOW HOW?

The girls are dead to the world right now
The girls are dead to the world right now
I'd like to touch,
But I don't know how.
The girls are dead to the world right now

Let me sleep in your suffering street right now.
Let me sleep in your suffering street right now.
I'd like to touch,
But I don't know how

Let me sleep in your suffering street right now
The clock says its time to die right now.
The clock says its time to die right now.
The clock says its time to die right now.

I'd like to touch,
But I don't know how...

The girls are dead to the world right now.
The girls are dead to the world right now.
Where the cigarettes are minarets,
We shall know how.
The girls are dead to the world, forever.

The days we got together,
the days we made it work,
the days we got together
lie shended in the dirt
the wrought iron mind is spurning,
is spurning something real;
the gilded chain around us,
as rended as the fields.
Dance beyond, dance beyond,
Dance beyond
the rooms of waking,
Dance beyond, dance beyond,
Dance beyond
the rooms of waking.

The days we got together,
the days we made it work,
the days we got together
lie shended in their hurt.
We sought the sun on Sunday,
we sought the moon each week;
the ways we fought forever,
lie rended in the wheat.
Dance beyond, dance beyond,
Dance beyond
the rooms of waking,
Dance beyond, dance beyond,
Dance beyond
the rooms of waking.

You know we are together vain;
the all & all will never shine.
You know we are together vain;
no time for us inside the mind.
the days we got together,
lie strangled in the grave.
the fire is real, the fire is high;
no time to live or die.
baby, baby, break right thru,
baby, baby, give a sign.
baby, baby, break right thru;
baby, baby, lend some time.
You know we are together vain;
the all & all will never shine.
You know we are together vain;
no time for us inside the mind.
the days we got together,
lie strangled with the sun.
the fire is real, the fire is high;
no time to live nor die.
baby, baby, break right thru,
baby, baby, give a sign.
baby, baby, break right thru;
baby, baby, lend some time.

cavvy garlands use a soft mind to sermonise life's storm
O, a crazy mad hand sinks a mined mouth upon
glistered star-greasings
and, ah, a swiper of earrings gets cruelly fed to porn
and, ah, a wiper of beadings
suck along a paled butt

la la, a mangy cat-kit appears cool as canny God
la la, a spongy rat-writ appears cruel as honey blood
oo a fatal falon-number suppers for gruel
and, once upon a grave-mind, diggers of stool
come shuddering for mutts

you know we are together vain
the all and all of use will sink like a glad brain
you know we are together skinned with cock-rain
la la la, a peaceful dad-feather will rock curled trains
la la la, a tranquil bath-breeder will cock furled grain
and, o, once when daddy ruled the wild world
then we scattered gems across a chidden xmas-whorl

ah-hAhhh a draggler of a clipped cross will forever swirl
blood emeralds aside a trashy teener and her sex-girl s
ahhhhh, we used cavers to dash fuhrers aside pearls
and i idolised our faces
and i recognised dead aces
and a blatherer whose cases leap from cellves will
loosen hens then kill

demnotic egg-drills;
and menkind flows from old hills as shrilling stasis
drives aside venal renal easter-birthdays

endless parity sucks away five seas
endless ma mary sucks away all oak trees
endless dada daisy ducks a fist under plum-trees

OO!! FOREST SIGMA
FEED FOR ME?!!!

*
Copyright JDB 1999.

*

WORLDWIDE NIGHT-LIGHT

1.

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 devs.
..
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?

2.

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 language.

do you know of the girl who lost curves
have you removed the kickers of pities
have you climbed drakes with Pomander?

will you come back home for easy rites?

3.

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 a wisher
and eyes drawl under missions
and benders of Saul sunder grey gems

4.

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 MIND WHEN SHAPING IS
A VAGINA SEEING

1.

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...

2.

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

how thunderous it is to seize the sight of a mad girl

the mind whilst aching is a vagina dreaming,
a sex orifice of drugs.
Night in a mine eyes a raising colours when
molluscs embroidered into old mens
suck a snaily fucker with baying gentlemen

sun! sun! sun!!!
o to be pelted by the slits in the wind at last
floods a gooser with eaten bitumen.

3.

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

3.
o made greyish, a sky-written screen
dies away..

*

A VINEGAR OF LOBES
BURNED UP

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 up
a vinegar of lobes burned up

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 shade
and we exchange minds with queens.

 

NO MORE FOR THE DYING GAME

1.

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 heart;
we use our inner stains for a rocked
budder of blind bone

no more no more for the dying game
ooo..

and under my heap, a spot of flame
has come to thrill my head with trains,
and under dust, my bedhead moves
a shallow graveyard raised by stained
body-pictures.

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

2.

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 yesterday
recollecting loved
sniffy hands that hold to cups
and we dance, dance
La

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 flame.
Uh..

3.

some deleterous vinegars have repainted my bedroom
- 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 dying game
no more for mauds
no more for sweet red rain?

eh ...ehhh this is the end...

....

SIGMA SEANCE 2 (new form)

 

Spatial summer - led ded asteroids collide & bruise: a comae on a fender, like ashen love, our vehicle lords disprove. Set red beneath the hashpipe
- a sigma seance - the ghasted gods conceive: spatial summer - like wicked truth, the ark of death deceives. Demnotic mumma, semen drummer,
when once the ghost began, what news? In which angled park of angels; beneath which road did time confuse?
Under dicta, under spanish fervour,which the sword of light that carries us back home.
Spatial summer, sunder, thunder; dogdayed rite, which way love's dome? Spatial, the sickle, first purdah ghost of israel; spatial, the number,
the cretaceous hero's war; spatial, stained suckotash, skein of ultraviolet; spatial, adolf stickla, the scream behind the maw.
Spatial, demeter, ruined ruby of red sacrifice; spatial, the void, the glove-gleamed scent of hero's death; spatial, the winter, the staining
artifice of emptiness; spatial, spatial sumner, doom deriver in the fuse of breath.

Whispered acritudes in ferment, such are the fusions love can't keep: sat in churches full of eagles, led ded as summer, death dements our sleep.
Sapt at veinmost, thundered under metal, scarlet under sadness, our laughing heroes wail. Like a womb-tomb ghostling, burned where birth is
madness, a knifeling in a rumour, this spatial summer rails.
Spatial summer, drummer, sunder, thunder - slammed in hatred's hand, the Freudian chieftan rules: sirened under mania, in a bonded state of
failure, under dreams of empty hallways, hallucination spools.

Spatial is our fusion, spatial, our confusion: spatial, sickness summons; in petrol pools, we hear light's flame: spatial is our rumour, the coming of all humour:
spatial, our cloven vestuaries, our schemings under rain.
Licking the phallic towers, coming down from dementia, our spatial drum, denied in beats of maternitizing scream, like the druggard gut round the heart of the
sun, dignifies the ghoul in the pastel wards obscene; slitting wrists of powder, letting no ghost go.
Spatial summer, drummer, sunder, thunder: slammed in hatred's hand, our
summer truths forego. Spatial, the sickle, first locker ghost in scarlet; spatial, the number, the cretaceous hero's war; spatial, drained
suckotash, skein of ultraviolet; spatial, adolf stickla, the dream behind the maw.

Spatial, demeter, ruined ruby of red sacrifice; spatial, the void, the
love-lamed scent of hero's death; spatial, the summer, the staining
edifice of emptiness;
spatial summer, doom deriver - led ded fission under breath.
Spatial summer, zero thunder, spatial, spatial summer:
spatial summer, delusion; fusion sunderer,
spatial, spatial summer.

Meadow baby logic, madam hypnogogic: baby, lady, Sexy Sadie's rocket; for these bad fruits, I rail & sail into a century of masochistic sockets; &
then the shogun berry rolls, rocks & rolls adown my pickled chin, & meadow baby is Sexy Sadie & Sexy Sadie sires me a meadow wind, & meadow is mellow
& meadow is yellow & meadow baby logic is a chinless halo, & meadow baby is Sexy Sadie & Sexy Sadie is meadow baby king.
Meadow baby logic, madam hypnogogic: baby, lady, Sexy Sadie's rocket; gorillas going sonic are the sermons in a bonnet, & meadow baby,
crabber-locker lady, is pornographic sonnet to the sea, & pornographic sonnet is a rocket going sonic & rocket going sonic is a mad oak tree, &
Sexy Sadie is crabber-locker lady & crabber-locker lady is meadow baby spring & crabber-locker springtime spreads its wings.

Meadow baby logic, pornographic sonnet: baby, lady, crabber-lock laconic; if I take me to a dance, shall the crabber-lockers rave; if I take me all
a prance, shall a crabber lock my grave? & if Sexy Sadie ain't meadow baby, might the crabber-locker lady cry? & if meadow baby ain't Sexy
Sadie, might the crabber-lockers reach the sky? & if meadow baby ain't a crabber-locker lady, where the hell might Sadie fly?

Meadow baby logic, crabber-lock bubonic: sonic, sonnet, proof-reading in a bonnet: Sexy Sadie, crabber-locker baby, sonic, sonnet, crabber-locker
tonic: if the meadow flies, shall the meadow maidens rise, or shall meadow mellow eyes come tumbling from the skies? For a meadow is mellow & mellow
is halo & halo is as mellow as a yellow blade of grass, & meadow is halo & meadow baby yellow is Sex Shakespearo & Shakespearo under glass is meadow
baby logic, is the hypnogogic past.

OOOO.. I've been driving all day long, I've been driving past all wrong: tell my wife I won't be long. Asleep at the wheel, Asleep at the wheel.
I've been driving home to you, I've been driving wheels of blue: save my life, for now I'm through. Asleep at the wheel, Asleep at the wheel.
At the wheel, time's timeless cell sees into you as roadways pass, sees into you, as dead motels empty their pities into the past.
Asleep at the wheel, I hardly dare suffer enough for God this day: as I go through gears & tunnels, I return to no true fray.
Asleep at the wheel, Asleep at the wheel, Asleep at the wheel, Asleep at the wheel.
I prefer telephone to home, pendant home, telephone: tell my wife I'm all alone. Asleep at the
wheel, Asleep at the wheel, Asleep at the wheel, Asleep at the wheel,
Asleep at the wheel, Asleep at the wheel, Asleep at the wheel.

goodbye son?

Ahhh..

Spatial summer, spherical azure void: in the screams of endless thunder, time's red asteroid, like a scarlet sickle rumour, lams aside the sun:
like a womb of endless number, the tomb within us drums. Moon, dawn opus, forest forge of metal heroes:
deep in dogday crucifix, the ark of summer burns; like a tauran epitaph, with destruction slit in mind, under domes of lightning, the dreams of summer grind.
Coda lantern, language in denial - light, what for the hearse of God? In which room of leather, under which dark wing of tides,
beneath which summer river, does the dark avenger ride? Spatial summer, stabbing force of fuse inside the head:
wind swiper, sweeping softly, how now shall recusancy tread: what for the metal peeples, the hedoned herods under glass:
what for steepled injun stones, what for bones beneath the vast?
I am the one who opened the sun, I am the one who opened the moon, I am the one who opened the tongue, I am the one who opened the tomb,
I am the one with eyes on empty, I am the one with zen-tithed skin, I am the one with eyes on enemy, I am the one with lizard sin,
I am the one with snake-skin sentries, I am the one with snake devise, I am the one with the no. on my casket,
I am the one with rattlesnake eyes. Spatial summer, endless sunderer, thunder rumba queen, come lend me penury,
shend away the spheres behind all wonder, thunder rumba queen, come lend me century; rend away the asp, the Abaddon sheet,
rend, shend, bend; burn the summer from
my meat.
I am destruction, a circuit circus
turning endless:
I am seduction, the bud of Oedipal demise: 777 is the no. on the transept, 777 is the no. on the sun,
777 is the no. on the signet, 777 is the no. on the gun,
777 is the no. on the magnet, 777, magenta blood is all,
777, the snake of ashen conflict: 777, the serpent thunder
on the crawl.

No more for news, no more for blues, no more for vendors on the rise, no more for news, no more for clues, no more the summer in disguise:
no more the idol empty, no more the graveward mind, no more the angel emery,
no more the razors
in God's spine.
I am the sun, the Cimmerian guardian: through doors of gold, my haloes razed away: I am the one, the Cimmerian guardian:
through doors of gold, my heroes broke away.
End, crucifixion, the lizard in the nave of death, end, crucifixion, the lizard in the nave of breath,
end, crucifixion, the lizard in the nave of tears, end, crucifixion, the lizard of the graveward spheres. Spatial summer, here today,
gone like sorrow's number: like a cobra in a cave, the tiger's guile destroys love's thunder;
like a river full of fusion, the spatial summer's a fist in bud

spatial, spatial, spatial summer,
gone away like hero's love.
spatial, spatial, spatial summer,
gone away like Hero's love.

As shrilled stilled hills dam domed wives Then baity filled stills Wind down to midnight’s lies And, o, as radio sadness listens to lives
Then baited billers will Kill love’s grapes
Ssss Millers under jammers jack jeered jive, killers under hangers Lam tear dealt dogs and gibed
Godded sunned mirrors Ooo a picker under fissures blame tissues for Bags and stilettoes.
The rappers of reason ram poet trees down A city under leaves the swingers of treason ram poetry as sound
shapes men from clowns...sss: under a soft bowl, we suffer doled ground slain allotments and, o, men and halters heal over as towns
topple
inside
bruised Downs…

 

A BELL OF THUNDER

1,

having being hanged by pockets,
all of my clothes have been
cycled furiously through a hat's dream.
soon, red polish will rock for tussocks
and a bell of thunder must cry.

ah, by the sweat of a son, mammas
will surely sing loud vegetate hosannas
and, like a pickled wind, clouds of eyes
must stop.
,.
we may well froth with fruited rot
we may well darken a sea of cots
we may well harken a lea of socks
but we are dressing too well now

uh?

2.

birdies drink for trees
The moon is a little mind
over here, were hills
fill a secret flagon.

The air is as old patience,
the flyways melt for wagons
and streetlights burn.

i played dead when i wanted
ultimate peace.

oooo

3.

i was fuelled by keen dust and i wanted fear to
wipe peaceful feet on a chair yet
then i was closed in robes
and i took them off and then saw troves
caning love with deaths
and night fell
and i chatted with dolly cells.

i am in deeply love with everything,
inside of me, a beautiful grave must spin
dizzy death's dimples.
.
i was fuelled by mean dust and i wanted tears to
swipe midlife from a bent candle?

4.

babies drip from blue reeds.
The sun is a fingertip
drawn over a naked sea;
dawn, as fast as hot milk,
files guns with the sky's trip.
.
the prayer of air is touch-cold.
gassed hair burns like an ice-cubed
street of ice-dreams.
..
when the water is turned off
bright cars will bang like moths.

5.

one keen girl in a compress leads the sunned souls where
a drop of blinde blood pays for t rex as a simmer's mister
moves, just like the moon, between slot machines and Easter
and a vast distorted handy creature becomes
alike to a burthened butterfly
but the skies snips winged cloud
but the slips of slapped slits cream behind buildings
..
birds drop dead. the air is so cold it is almost breeding.
and a keen girl in a head-press leads the carparks under
fazy ferime pedestrianised dolly fingers

one keen girl in a compress heads Medusa as worm-hair
succours cellves from a glassy dust-room...

uhhh...

*
SHOE-SEARCHERS

each and every sandal in the lud-heat is bearded
wandering after
shoe-searchers

somewhere under mites, a blued bad father
appears stabbed to death
by shoe-corners

have we forgottem the paled plans we made for
our own dreamy sky-ward
o have the falons of footsteps hollow walks for
darkness and the loaves of hoards?

each and every sandal in the blood-seat is bearded
sundering after
shoe-slashers

somewhere, we will find ourcellves atoned by a
radio in a radiant classroom.

tawny swansongs cycle furiously around rain
among crowed clouds turned hideously back
against cupped legs and dolly humans.

ah all of my faces
having haplessly crammed down a song
now froth and floam just like visual ponds
ah ah ah;

when we clap a glove about a son then
one billion lives may well soften after
a polish unfound in a feline virgin;
old walls rail
old stalls wail
o.

tawny swansongs cycle furiously around rain
amongst crowded towers turned from paned
windowed sally widowers.

sooner or later, hair will rinse sunlife and
giddy bulbous suds will cusp a river-hand

..
I HATED MY CHILDHOOD HEAD
...
my limbs may well launch armies,
my mouths, screwed, may eat hot
acres of rotted summer families.

o once fish on the side has shops
drilling in a seaside raised from copped
drivellers where red loss
ends alone.

i hated my childhood head,
my rotting head blew away cheeks
o my limbs may well launch armies
my mien, moved, lunched by rabies.
..
when i'll play very old, decent hair
may well cut a conference pear with
nostrilled dementia made cruel as
camaled scatty grime and hit glass?

we exchanged minds with a mad queen
we surrendered hearts to illness
we contained vines aside pig as dreams
came crying for tangerines
and a sweetie maiden
loosens hides with whores;
O O
ooo
once a dizzy day, we wage city was
aside walls and sealed flat-gauze

and men and hens must use force
to silence mamma moonshine.

*

END..

*
AS VISUAL SLEEP KILLS LIVE REST

as visual sleep kills live rest,
as vital heat
cages body-fire,
i shall attend a party of deaths
and i will sunder

o a mattress on the top-floor
cannnot cause dreams for
anybody but Cain and Abel
..
as visual sleep kills lithe death
as viscal meat
pushes at sex jewels
i will attend the endless dark
and i shall die for masques

here, in the lunar mist, i scented
easy papers with stinker's news
here, under moon-mists, i rended
dizzy code with my crazy father
o, the midday sun gets screwed,-

Darkness screams for curves
Madness shrieks under gold bird
and a flat in the moon
swallows jammy feathers
,
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?
and the cars will feed sound
and naked atomic Mars-men
will sunder bed and board

old bedrooms cry in the past
old bathrooms
hear ill old soap washing
grey wounded women
ah, the livid dead raise chickens

Ohm, a cobra-coma stiffens

THE ILEX OF A DUNNY
FLOWER

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 sightS
cuts out
and faces suck
spoiled fuck
and a mind of thrills scissors for

hands, knees and plastic gal-wards.

warders of mad sad heavens
heed silk as milky gardens
cry for cut glass
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.
and we snip cool writhers
and we strip cruel waters
o, old ringers stun sex-slams
.
and warders of mad sad havens
heed silk as milky ravens
caw until crow-cuts die
and we burn well up
and we storm cells as snides
shoot from a lung
..
cold heated killers arouse
old baddies
Sun-men pry for honeys
and death seems endless.

*
THE DABBLERS OF
MY CAR-MIND

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-angel
..
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 chill earth.

windy seas of nothingness
roar against a chain. Lo, sex
lowers its knickers
and a hubby in a rooftop reads
dirty peoples loud tarots
.
cloisters of hidden soupy women
hide a peeing manger when
crapped out earrings pierce hens
and we ring a gold world
.
windy seas of emptiness swirl
dog-dayed bat-men
wntry leas cut headlessness
and a boat of earls
sails then heals the world
..
Uhhh

 

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 lights

because we like cake and because nuts
can cause a fatal allergy
because wheat is capable of killing
we when cooking
must surely bake resins; and ceilings
fall from afar
and bakers bake for bobbins
..
there was no terror felt that Monday
there was no error in the light on day
and a car of iron
crashes, crashes
uh
wide of the city mark, sad men pray

once, lost, i leapt from a city wall
and the roads were ridden with walls
and easy bikes hit me
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
.
o, 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.
o, the applers of altars eat hot dogs

weeping, i saw my favourite boy
dying for good
and i know that God is 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.

and decorous demure demons get
stabbed, just like a funny toy pet

*
I WENT TO THE SHOPS

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

i went to the shops to purchase glue
o i carried the correct small change
The riders of the rain suffer hot moods
and we cry, cry,
outed, an outelbowed sea of violence
heeds blue films
and ice cracks for sex screens and
odes to sexy silence
stop stone dead..

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

i 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?
o, bed and boards ends in renal mess?

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?

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 doctros as usual
we must raise the real Titanic and rain
down
down
down..

Out Out from endlessness.

*
COME DRINK SOME WINE

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 death

the tablets i own are always stored inside
a kitchen cabin
and i seldom use medicine, but lies
have been using paracetamols now

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

Out Out aimlessness
come brew sex brine whilst stealing breath
o out, out, out
uhh...
...
and a living girl has entered into my town,.
While boiling eggs, i toasted food as sound
sang inside my ears
and a living girl has entered into my town

the oatmeal i eat at dead of night has a
body made from porridge plasts
and the girl in the park whispers in the dark
and the oatmeal i chew most nights marks
huge cities with birth-marks

o a living girl has entered into my room
While frying eggs, i have chewed on hewn
malt loaf
and a the muesli i eat when sleeping spoons
canned meat from honey.

where hispid hair cannot be cut correctly
where vanished air cannot appear
inhaled, we have the right to shed tears
and I stride across a dangerous road
and i fall to the city earth

a ship of keen sailors sets sail for a
good country where baking fish
harden fishing tackles
and my head of hair cannot be cut because
a head of hair like mine
is to bloody thick it has no way to
go bald

where a bed is well slept in
where a shed is filled with paint-tins
where a sweaty gardener spins then
a pillow made from pure silk sends
good dreams to all good men

i have vanished now
i have vanished into clouds
my obese old aged bloody body
listens to cold aged bloody honeys
and i spread old jam on gold bread.

Eyes must go entirely blind.
Ears must flow when deaf.
and minds go easily mad.

*
AND A VAST ROSE GARDEN

and a vast rose garden picks sad
daffodils with two keen hands
hereabouts, everyone uses a
hard hammer.. Oh, on yon islands
we lounge in the chilled sun when
fag-ash drops from soft smoke
and we will surely never see again
the old girl who dies forever
..
a garden of daisies plucks buds
a garden of rubies
is filled with excellent lawns and
i have grown ruddy fat
and, ah, i have always stroked cats
and, uh, my penis pokes a capped
lively woman

the ten toes i dare not lose walk
one billion miles then stomp
and ten fingers on my two hands walk
ten billion miles and then
lights light up as my lover loves talk

everybody is on the street
everybody has a transit full of sleep
and a car on the drive
has vans in the drive
and everybody is on the street
O, dead life seems sweet?
the cyclists who fell and died
cycle on a dying street.

I have rode a wagon to the skies
I have mounted trikes as old lies
speak from the street

the girl in my home has no mind
the girl in my home
cleans the floors and drinks wine
and me and my father
sweat for lovely eager mother

everybody is on the street!

i went to the shop and bought some buns
i sent cakes to a distant lover
and, faceless, i purchased a hot sun
o
i went to a market and loved the sun.
Bad shoppers bustled too much
Sad shoppers did not buy too much
and i went to the bakers
and paid for a cake
ah me and my father dislike rape
ah me and my sister
despise plastic snakes
.
and windows open out as sills
are hammered into a fake heart
and the distant dead kill verse-marks

Uhhhh.

*
I WENT TO THE FAIR

I went to the fair and listened to
the carousels and the cakewalk
and the mirror maze and the huge
fascinating Big Dippers
..
and windows open out as hills
shine beyond windows
and my manse is being bulldozed by
bright loud lovely lady radio..

when walking in the park, i espied
some very badky disabled children
coughing sick and then i saw the sky
fall into the trees

I went to my car and tested the
radio therein
and i used full-leaded petrol to fill
a tank with cleansing diesel
and i drove and drove and drove
back homeward
and i drover and drove all year
until, crowned, the cities disppeared
..
when walking on the sun, i espied
idiot tabloid papers
and i arose from bed to see eyes
crossing under fevers..
there is no street for the killed
there is no good vans here
and we walk from sleep to find fears
cutting tears from hot tears.

i once saw a sinner in an RC Church
confessing lies to holy men
i once saw a killer in a house of sin
killing the sun with the wind
and the cars which drive in the wind
collide with naked fools
and a road of naked fools will grind
huge cars down to nothing

we have a hold on this wide world
we have a hold on a house of pearls
and because we have good girls
donning easy grins
we must drink good gin and swirl
around and about a town of pearls
i once saw a sinner in an RC Church
confessing lies to cold vicars

and a sea of hands lays hands upon
old kids and dropped green knickers
me and a fine female farmer stuns
mad meadows and heaped fields
will drown the vain then kick pictures

**
AND A VAST ROSE GARDEN

and a vast rose garden picks sad
daffodils with two keen hands
hereabouts, everyone uses a
hard hammer.. Oh, on yon islands
we lounge in the chilled sun when
fag-ash drops from soft smoke
and we will surely never see again
the old girl who dies forever
..
a garden of daisies plucks buds
a garden of rubies
is filled with excellent lawns and
i have grown ruddy fat
and, ah, i have always stroked cats
and, uh, my penis pokes a capped
lively woman

the ten toes i dare not lose walk
one billion miles then stomp
and ten fingers on my two hands walk
ten billion miles and then
lights light up as my lover loves talk

everybody is on the street
everybody has a transit full of sleep
and a car on the drive
has vans in the drive
and everybody is on the street
O, dead life seems sweet?
the cyclists who fell and died
cycle on a dying street.

I have rode a wagon to the skies
I have mounted trikes as old lies
speak from the street

the girl in my home has no mind
the girl in my home
cleans the floors and drinks wine
and me and my father
sweat for lovely eager mother

everybody is on the street!

i went to the shop and bought some buns
i sent cakes to a distant lover
and, faceless, i purchased a hot sun
o
i went to a market and loved the sun.
Bad shoppers bustled too much
Sad shoppers did not buy too much
and i went to the bakers
and paid for a cake
ah me and my father dislike rape
ah me and my sister
despise plastic snakes
.
and windows open out as sills
are hammered into a fake heart
and the distant dead kill verse-marks

Uhhhh.

*
I WENT TO THE FAIR 2

I went to the fair and listened to
the carousels and the cakewalk
and the mirror maze and the huge
fascinating Big DipperS
..
and windows open out as hills
shine beyond windows
and my manse is being bulldozed by
bright loud lovely lady radio..

when walking in the park, i espied
some very badly disabled children
coughing sick and then i saw the sky
fall into the trees

I went to my car and tested the
radio therein
and i used full-leaded petrol to fill
a tank with cleansing diesel
and i drove and drove and drove
back homeward
and i drover and drove all year
until, crowned, the cities disppeared
..
when walking on the sun, i espied
idiot tabloid papers
and i arose from bed to see eyes
crossing under fevers..
there is no street for the killed
there is no good vans here
and we walk from sleep to find fears
cutting tears from hot tears.

i once saw a sinner in an RC Church
confessing lies to holy men
i once saw a killer in a house of sin
killing the sun with the wind
and the cars which drive in the wind
collide with naked fools
and a road of naked fools will grind
huge cars down to nothing

we have a hold on this wide world
we have a hold on a house of pearls
and because we have good girls
donning easy grins
we must drink good gin and swirl
around and about a town of pearls
i once saw a sinner in an RC Church
confessing lies to cold vicars

and a sea of hands lays hands upon
old kids and dropped green knickers
me and a fine female farmer stuns
mad meadows and heaped fields
will drown the vain then kick pictures

TODAY, JUST NOW

today, just now, i went into town and there i saw pedestrians in heat
who seemed very tired and in need to sleep.
Yesterday, i laughed at a clown...

The naked news of the screws has come back home to find
a daisy of a picture in a haloed sea of guns; and minds find
a dotted angel-picture that trips around the sun's old whine
and a head of pure thread gets kicked in by body-crimes
O, a bushel under ribs scurries under sin; and bathed minds
kneel upon a face till stoned dead; and men are stoned free?

sunless sunny gymns vault grey horses when coded bees
sting aside a darkening bolt; and ideal pansies ride on reeds
and doctorors of deaths jolt against candies where knees
get star-chafed and let to die; O, the starry sky will grieve?

naked newsmen sing for dudes and madam moon heaves.

the naked screws of the world hasten to lips where leaves
falter then fall from blind trees; and a mason to deep keys
turns a lock in a cocked screw that leads lions to old leas
and, la la, a bunny made from tubes scampers into seed
and a salter of a spectator slides a dolly dick from bone

sunless sunny gyms assault grey horses and bled bone
sunder-stones a bridge of colts which shoots aside domes
and a bridge of damagers uses a god for a car-moan
ah ah, a doggy of a heart-doner drizzles inside a drone.

naked mind-screwers melt just like laps and we groan
and we groan and we groan and we get stoned.

 

*
O NAKED EYE-PENISES

o naked eye-penises see into salt where a seasoner
slashes a lea-and-perrin under bolts; and a wizener
widens under saucy soft thunder; and lady vipers
venture into fed sleep where a rider of a father
vamps on a duked dumb piano; O,

a sky of fingers
tampers with tappy milky-shadow;
and coded mirrors
widen for de wide opened female wild west; and eyes

weep under moss and a sky of pain sees into minds
and a sea of loss scrams wives inside old lives

ah, naked cunt-harnesses see into salts where reasoners
suck a baby butt from a oaky assault; and wives
slit up a darling day which scans midnight for knives
O, and dubby dressers falll from studies when brides
swallow diamond and cry for dazzlers. Sex drives for
small miracle men who study for razzlers; and wards

shape silence from a bald hand; and mikes dig whores

easy bakers of meaty breads slice cakes from salt-loams
o easy shakers rend dad-christs as mummy under loans
scatters idol-cliffs across mitts; and a daddy under drones
fractures breathing. O, as eyes burn then men may moan
and a dying money-life leads eyes under thunder-foam

ah naked honey-parcels hit to a bad beat as closed chrome
smatters sperm upon veiny cashed testes; and sex-sloanes
hisses for perms and a gun at night shoots daisied dromes
ag naked mussels use shit for red heat
la la, as monkeys fall, then a city's vice snaps drawl

and i saw my impossible lover cranking with her brother
and i sensed a townsman shift; and a maker of lovers
led me and my rollered doggy fist aside tardy tript drillers
O, a vanner of dodgering lips kisses bruising bud-killers.
AMEN..AMEN..AMEN

and we will never murder deus christ ever again?

*

MAD CITY BOYS BOSS A TRAIN OF EYES

mad city boys boss a train of eyes; O, a chapelled mind
masses for daddies where a looter of an appled mind
melts for easy Dettols; and a river-rooter drowns mind
and a bed of cheesy metal causes steeled dreams and
a porter of an old owl hoots for faces. O, dizzy hands
lay love upon high water where a family of islands
heap a horrid hipster with cheap boots and big-bands

easy peasy bakers who butcher bakered bloods ram
a tizzy of a handstand; and fingers tap on cans and
a blooder of a rocked band plays shrill concerts to a
dodger of a darting english diary; and menfold expand
dolors in dollars from flexive crowds where eye-jams
jollify a dead-headed bonny rose with ideal islands

O, once upon a mind where i learned about time
i was fatally accused of invading sex-lime; and time
has certainly caressed my past with murdered sands
and a star of angels pees on masks. And an hourglass
swallows holy dunes that sail aside a grey past and

mad city boys boss a train of wives; O, applers ram
a cavvy of a pig-christ into tameless tarts who can a
messy house of whores; and medleys grasp for gangs
and ganglers get up then fall together as men stands.

a dummy of a sex-date has to caress a kite at sea
o mammas of the drakes, an urban tender sad sea
a dummy of a sex-date has to kiss across hot seed
o dadas of thunder-shapes slides from snapt beads
and a tiddler of dizzy boy annoys trains with deeds
and deeds of pure mercy rummage inside gold weed

waves sunder rocks when damagers drown wed bees
and a darter of a city crock blorts just like a dweeb
and native naked foam-clocks chant an urbane tune

mad city boy bosses blades with runnels as disease
rabits for the owl-light in a fay grave which hits heaved
doctorors of radio rabbits; and an poncho's ermine
hanglers for whipping heels; O, a brained boy's vermin
slants aside cat-life

ahh bladed dream cats lead drunk wailers to bed
and once upon a threat, magical milky miens will
shave a garden dry; and families under shadow will
jack to the bleat of torn memory; and birds under rills
must swagger as they stagger after horsed hills.

oh
...
A DUMMY OF A SEX-DATE

a dummy of a sex-date has to caress a rite at sea
for then, louse-sent, a scenter of cock-mess may see
a ranted canted house-saviour praying after girl-seed
and, la la, my mental avenue of a stone-mind heaves

inside nuked falons when a bedded sloane conceives
a babby bomb to a denier of dukers and snapt trees.

the dirtying doomy sex-sire of a foreign hearse
layers loused Aladdin with friggers; o, blithe erse
wallows under slits when a daddy of a wide hearse
star-cages bummy stairlifts; and the trip of a purse
pulls upon swift disabled riffs; and a horse in a hearse
owl-ignites the veiny swathes of a strangled nurse

inside nuked talons, a breeder of bollocked beef
ladels a dummy bake to a shitted mouth; grease has
two dead heads for a family; and sweetness inside gas
turns up a candy oven where a motornerve masks
a cradler in a pulsing pie. Ah, veiny model crafts
stoop directly down from the sky to taste vinegar;

and once upon a fret, my magical poetry-dart had
a dangerous phone for a split bed; and cold cabs
zzzzzz- a sweet blind rainbow's ebb eats grey crabs
and oglers kiss dead cinemas.

uh

WE CARRY NEWSPAPER DIARIES

 

carry newspaper diaries directly across grey cabs
and a dinner of tax-herbs drives as she sky-stabs a
distractor of blue senses with lithe bugs and crabs.

the dirtying doomy sex-squire inside a bent hearse
horses after dammy drips; and a drippy devil-hearse
accuses deft men of drinking drips; and a devil-purse
jacks to a fatherly beat that reaps buds from cursed
pox-pearlers;

O, a sunny pie falls to earth, and drag
fuses body-crowds into a plate of dolls that drag for

a pantomimic waderer of split skin and sidler-wars
ah ah, i have seen good men at easter heed warps
ha ha, i have seen mad men at xmas herding wars
and a bloated war-heart shaves a bed from a bone
and a scrotal star-mark lays hairy lips upon foam

when focal fairground accidents heave for birds
o then fotal fairied occidents must use no words

and massive america comes through old birds
ah ah, i have seen at close of day nuclear nerves
grinding gilly cousins from blue clay; and birds

sink flashed feathers inside breakers of burrs

Ahh. Dirt and death and disease carries us to
a fatal fetal space where shadowed minds move
a dettol of drabbler to a shadow in a green shade
and, ahh, once we cast no shadow then our grave

must sign along the rotted line for death's crazed

easy eagle-mission...

*

HERE IN THE DARK STORES

here in the dark stores of saturday and sundays
a blader under stores sells libraries to families
and a sea of dirt swaddles inside sweet memory
and, o, on the dark shores of saturday and sunday
a grabbler under claws digs a talon hand in money

made sunken, a letter inked in sand sends honeys
to token xmas trees and easter bonnies; and as
bagged bedazzler of rams gets aroused by gas
and a ghastly practioner of lips carouses ladies
to squat by a car as men piss upon our grave.

here in the dark birds of weekends in poverties
a rabbler under birds stones a pinker of priories
and daffy duned birds that shit as they flower
must interfuse garglers with pissy shot galleries

and when a moon on one foot shears blue babbies
then we shall surely greet again a butter-baby
and, O, a shatterer of sleep trumpets a ruby and
a vinyl body booby brags about shooter. Ah, sand

trackles from ten hands that concede to red gism
and a gilly market gal-world has to use a prison

as we lock away fools in the sparks inside a kitchen;
endlessness gets raised like a brolly as bones die
for seagulled boys and the iris of a loaned head-spy

Uh.

 

O A PUNCTIVE WALLAH

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 ward
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 countless lubes
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?
o bridlers of unearthly daisies hiss for drams
o sidlers, sundering, use a pox for rod-jam
and, ooo, a latent nude nunnery uses rams
to mouth off patent screws
.
AMEN

*
THERE ARE DRIVERS OF HEADPIECES
HERE

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
rattles for gelled cells and de Fendhaleen

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

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
swathe peals in pearled flamingoes

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 rock 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
.
huh huh THE END.

*

THE EAGRE FURIES
OF A FAST FAT HEAD

 

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
.. 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-lamp
then Paladin pokes a parrot
and menfolk sweat blood carrot
and girlkind
washes her hands in easy wine.

oestrogen flies like a mind
coastal wives
weep for sockets
and a fitted room hastens to unwind
and bad bodies play with
tameless mastic toys
o

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
o

oestrogen flies under vines
coastal cries
cry for rockets
and a fast fugue stops skies
and we hear sexed eyes

lo lo lo
pulled chokers dig de spies

A SEXING OF THE BURIED

1.
a sexing of the buried
hears a choker's cherries
laid upon a clashed screen
la la
a baby in a bin cries till dreamed
and a bunk of red card
swallows bedtimes
la la
a sexing of the buried
hears a chopper's cherries
laid upon a soft dream
la la
amen we say for the saviours
amen we say for
urban idlers of easy shakers
la la
eyes deafen whilst blind
spies beckon
bees to flower under wine
and a blow of ash

shoots a laden moon.

2.

the shooters of dun bubbles
gun soap with rained blood
the rooters of stunned gables
stuns ropes
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-throttles
ah ah

once aside a mind, i tore Mars
with five fast cinemas
and coded death is close to cars

UH

*
CODED WOMAN

a sexing of the cherished jostles Bird
a deafening of the perished
glisters
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 woman

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
..
eyelids don eggy visions when
riders of the corn
write for bikers.. And easy porn
swells like piss

*
CRAZY PAST

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

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 of sweetening soft meat
says 'Farewell' to a doctor
o, rancid butchers of sweetening blue meat
says 'Hello' to my daughter
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 salt paper;

and a ghost of war shoots blue peppers
and a host of wars
shoots a 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

..
O

*
THE DOTED LIMBS OF A DENSE
CITY RAINCLOUD

the doted limbs of a dense city raincloud
hark back to a homestead full of fire
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
shoot when stars sky-stun
codas of kodak and porn-minds
.
the doted limbs of a dense city raincloud
jacks 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

the doted limbs of a dense city storm has
old weevil legs beneath its ass
and a bum on a bed cedes sex to glass
and a bone of edams
scatters fractures out across a grass
pipe of musks..

we will tread the bulb when leering under
old funeral friends
and a liar on a stage acts up for Father
and a pyre in a cage
cases killer creators inside blue latherS
..
Rope hardens round my neck
Dope softens men, and a corpse of sex
swipes dogs for tundra.
.
ahhh
ahhh
Ohhh

DE END is nigh
DE MEN get high
WOMEN flit
KIDS get sick
AHH MEN...

*
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. Grapes
get force-fed to dying christs; and we weep for apes.

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; and we expand
boney babblers into crazy skinned scanned islands.
.
hit 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 stalling old boys sweat lady laughter
and blind leeches, snared, bind tears to de Father
and a wicked world-weeper
swipes soft pepper from de Mother

Uh Uh Uh

glisteners spy on rafters?

*
HIT AGAINST WODERS

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.

the ingots of a dairy dialler drizzle typers upon words
and wide men ride the corn where a darter under birds
dragglers for demnotic tears; and we ram a baby's nerve,
and, o, we entertain the city dead with star-shaken scores.

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 shrapnels from sawn shot swans. Oh,
weepers shed whipped tears where closing dune buds flow
and sharpeners of decked napes drink from cowls and crows

Men comfort after carrion. Sexlessness swings for de world.

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;

if we spit into the minds of horses, then certainly we'd writhe
la la, a jumper under wine swills salted bread as 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.

the days when we got together are all about lost minds
the days when we got together are all about fatal crime
and a lazy body-truant
detracts crazy baby-mutants from
heroic headed Herod and His judas jesus grey son

Uh Uh Ohh.

..
*
WE DALLY TO A BURNT SHOP

we dally to a burnt shop where naked flames are sold to
easers of cock-cooked rot; and a nuked aladdin rubs truths
and, oystered under tied rot, a naked dude of summer moves
eager easter foods with eerie xmas tinsel lungs;

a pisser of suns stirs bruised
bloody body boxers; and we float into towns as we smooth
easterly confining devils with drippy dregs and cat nudes
..
we rally for a pawned prick-stop; O, easers of cunt-crimes
shorten sex with ranting deaths; and a cow behind a screen
sun-ravels into soft sweated sex-slams;

O, easers of brine brolly up, up aside pended penis-clans;
and an easter mind
swallows daddy daffodils with a vaginal boat on sweet sea;
and a dammy of a dreft death drools;

O, bodiers in snoods
cap a cuttler of small specs and a wild eye goes wide for a
semester of cocked cereals and japanese tidal bye-lines.

a coupler of dizzy wine feels after romantic star-booths
and a rider of fizzy shrines coshes peppered scars with
neutered bionic museums;

and a sharder of freezed mitts
severs a godded garden where painters of bitumen slip
a daisy dunned toy beneath air. O, a creator of salt-slits
spiels away against a gapped grave; and dilators of malt-tips
clasp a cunny cockroach with rancid rope-lands

and blue tits
titter for a cage of silence. Death becomes us. Mess trips.
uh as hell is born in heaven then heaven is born in hell.

we vault shit picks as we shit in the mouths of fools. Bells
swing for a tangerine milk-tocsin, and a vase inside dells
sweeps a dreary dragon across molten motelled bluebells

i drool for a cousined ice when a cradler under hot midnights
draggles for founted christs; and a blinder of gold heights
sinks waxen fondlers into a naked chicken arse. Oh, red lights
get switched from closed cock to kiosk-junk; Eh Eh Uh

THE END.

*
AS VISUAL SLEEP KILLS LIVE REST

as visual sleep kills live rest,
as vital heat
cages body-fire,
i shall attend a party of death
and i will sunder

o a mattress on the top-floor
cannnot cause dreams for
anybody but Cain and Abel
..
as visual sleep kills lithe death
as viscal meat
pushes at sex jewels
i will attend the endless dark.

*
here, in the lunar mist, i scented
easy papers with stinker's news
here, under moon-mists, i rended
dizzy code with my crazy fatherS

Darkness screams for curves
Madness shrieks under gold birds
and a flat in the moon
swallows jammed feathers
,
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 women.

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 fuck
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 grass
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.
.
warders of a mad sad haven
heed silk as milky ravens
caw until crows die
and we burn well up
and we storm cells as snides
shoot from a lung
..
cold heated killers arouse
old baddies
Sun-men pry for honeys
Dead hymns swing for furies

and wallahs wash wallets
as sweet as de bodies

la la la la..

*

.

Arcana (a cantata)

 

the slickers of the bleated mind
wash hops in honeys
the ripeners of sun-heat
burn, burn
the slivers of beaten wives
spread tampax on bread
and the sun and the moon
yearn, yearn...
these days of sex when time
erects a noose
touches eat torches and sky
sweeps a brush
and we learn, learn
and we turn, turn
and we die, die
atoned.
*
wallowers of wall-papers
peer into pealings
la, followers of walled pepper
strike salt from
ground ceilings
and we listen to ceilings
flickering holy tongues strum
cold neckties
shimmering holy guns cum
and wives writhe.
gee, when i lose my lungs
wow, where i moisten
blue corridors
then i shall push a mission
under belfries
and
wallowers of wallpapers
eat into peals
and we rig a hearth-light.
*
the slickers of an inner wife
rot, just like a heart
the razors of a slowing skirt
flow under knights
and a bell of piss
grabs for curtains
and we know midnights
o a bellied pantry hears hurt
grasping telly
o a jellied easy dinner
shoves sloes down baby
and we dance for war
and we prance
ahh
once upon a time, whores
lashed veins to feathers..
the slicers of an inner river
arise like a killer
and we dangled blood
and we died for God?
*
tragic busy dribblers
dribble for a balled child
magical dead drillers
drill after
salted mirrors,
and the stars in the rain
sup from rivers
mad men run from veins
sad boys stain
lost knickers
and we slap a groyne
across sea-statues
and latherers of loins
use chinese tissues
tragic buzzy dribbles
dribble
magic easy candles
burn cradles
and we shout aloud
and we use clouds
a keen crash in crisis
heaps hobs under spires
and dreamt thunder-spaces
and weepers
weep for creepers
and we dance for loud
city horses
*
the sliders of the sunny moon
heat lost hands
a rider of de rain
strips clouds from sands
and wheaty wide yields swoon
and legs cut out?
deadliness defines us..Just when
a vast backbone shatters
just when, cold, a widow scarpers,
eyed drunks will try separations..
weepers weep
and sidlers sleep
and hens dance around oak trees
.
deaths underline drakes as grout
poisons good teeth
and eyes chew grout
and eyes glow like meat
and we shout
..
weevils creep
wipers strip cars bone-clean
and ashen transits
suck a screwed butt
..
the sidlers of the sunny moon
heat crossed brands
and we purchase good brands
and we fuck cheap rooms
and we supper for
diggory dunny fever-fjords
.
Uh
*
hopeless killers of a kiss-noosed world
answer to Devils
ah ah, raiders of a kisser
heap hills under girls
and revellers of eagles hoot hot
huge hickers of shaven cots
..
we dance
we lanced a neon moll
we dance
we cut an urban bol
and as incense weeps for blue rot
and when thuribles intern
church-fevers
then hopeless killers of a crashed world
will know rivers..
a heart grows fond as fear gets heavy
a darting crow
cuts loud carrion
and we arise from blue-grey shrouds
and we stride
upon unpteen lies
and we told lies
hopeless killers of a kiss-poked world
answers to de Devil,
and a horny girl smatters after
bruises
ah ah
ah ah
ahh
thumbs pull plums for penises
guns pull shot scrums
and a bed of nests
drags birds for death.
*
nested incensers wave a jazzy josstick
underneath underbellies,
and the suns of ladies
shine upon brollies..
Eaters of eardrums chant the Mantra
Easels of oily bum paints
dress a canvas with swollen nudies
nested incensers wave a dizzy bread-stick
against olfactory lip
and we tell a bad time
and we weave a tale of lime
ah ah.
vastness summons ravens when
carrion crows in the dark
and a magpie sings at the edge of men
and mad seagulls
traipse a wormy sea-smile.
nested incensers wave a baby boy where
blue-green swaddlers
swagger after evil pig-prayer
and a clock of peat
digs a timeless garden; and bald air
puts a penis on the left
and a penis on the right..
O-La!
summers soften jays as burners
boil a mad child.
*
when thuribles burn in my nose
i note the tocsins of the flowers
ah as dill-rascals water de Rose
ah as ill candles
set alight to church
then a signal mind must tip up
major arcana
O when thuribles burn in my nose
i choke the cherry words i speak
ah.
a doter of a roped coat reaps
dufflers and incense-hours,
and bombs beat upon gay bowers
and the easy kine of day
husbands after eaters of delayed
body-shock
ah.
when chapels yearn
where apples burn
whence gablers turn, then i shall
enter mad Zion into
the green drinking of the water-bead
and miens must
dissolve into dust
ah..
a doter of a roped coat reaps
lemon ochres and sugar men.
*
the major arcana dictates to the minor arcana
o, a maddening game of Tarot
hastens gems to cards
o, a stain on a card rends fortunes from Mamma
and the Ides of Mars
sweep balled crystal under a sea of cars
the major arcana dictates to the fast arcana
o, a deadener of veiny scars
stirs Tarot under salt-hards
and a molten mooner in a shadow's arena
rocks de Ouija
and a bodily planchette
comes from a nude planet
..
eyes idealise a gastric astral stain
minds deal an I Ching to a baby-brain
and a lucky ring on a blonde jam rains adown
both the major and the minor arcana.
..
we hiss across palmistries
we kiss across ghostly missionaries, and mice
scatter tails against
idiot IDs and funeral Mana..
*
anointed by failures, i learned of death real young
o, appointed to grey miners
i had to dig to the end of my lungs
and a guilty school marm had me by five arms
and i was anointed by
mongrel tribes.
.
issuers of minted shelves stock good porno books
tissues under lubed fires
suck baby snot from the eyes of funeral pyres
o, a lady shakespearo
fashions cocks from cunt spires
and i was anointed under mud-tyres
..
blue grained adulterers of mission-happy mien
suck a forced nut
la la.. a fatal whoring slut
faces inside five winds when
baby jolters don flax and shit upon grey spind
heady weed
..
anointed by scissors, i learned of death too young
ah, appointed to killers
my headpiece span just like the bloody moon
and me and madam scarlet hastened to cum
and we lunged
and we grunged
..
La La..
weeders of mercury swallow golden suns
weepers under bodies
slam rifles up a bottomed vase
and mind men soap themselves well
and headers of rope
sea-hang riders from dollies and shot dope
O, once upon a ladel, i served blue shells
to emptied eaters of oysters
and Aladdin in a plant
jazzes after Paladin
and we take a blood-bath where cells sell
cunts to ox-tongues
,,
i insist that i was sung too when very ill
i missed dead god
but then i heard a poem in my head which
snapped seas from krill
and. uh, i swerve to find a sexy hill
ramming moory leaves about my head
and, amen,
why a bed of geese snaps my soft bed
will surely not be known until
Christ and Buddha save dog-dens
and i eat off loud Bethlehem when a
hatchet cuts primal soups
from bled boys and baying body-skin
ah
the blue blithe cunts of poxy evenings
rampage for eager autumn
and as spring and summer cut ceilings
then warted icy winter must
drag daddy dumps for easy city musk.
La La..
loud tundra of hymen hens hear calves
crying under bullock-wheels
proud mumma's siren
sleeps out in a star when a coded pylon
irons reason's shirts
and wee-wee flirts fan a dodgy skirt
and seasons float like a scar
,, and biddies abuse kinemas..
i once saw a sad lion on a cliff sharing
kitten broads with cochineal
and a breaded girl of glass hastens to
shearing rolled ears from
beetle roots and a genius in a drum
and i will come again to find
the green zion of our waterbead moving
pinioned pears with feline wine
..
cattlers of lost Gethesemne are swine
and rattlers of crosses
swirl coffee-pictures into glasses
...
Uh Uh
. La La
EYE EYE EYE!!?
THE END.

...JDB 2020.

....

Anatriptic Body-Rock

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

**
Copyright Jim Bellamy 04/02/2021

**

PRAYER BEFORE DEATH (after Louis MacNeice's 'Prayer Before Birth')

I am not dead, O fear me.
Now fear me as the spider spins its utmost, buttmost web,
O fear, fear the spinning of my head.
I am not yet dead, dissolve me.
Come dissolve the man I am that night may shear away my span,
that the darkness might persuade the devils I have made;
O, dissolve, come dissolve the man I am.
I am not yet dead; destroy me.
Destroy me in the way the lovers do, in the manner and the kind
of the unrequited grind; come, crush me, burn me, entirely unmake me,
that I, devolved to darkness, might repine.
I am not yet dead; console me.
Console me with apples, comfort me with your tears; come, console me
with the leastmost dream you own, with the leastmost dream you have;
console me that others may not die; console, comfort, endure me,
make a pillow from my eyes, make the agony there lie down at last;
come console me with your plea.
I am not yet dead; enhearse me.
Enhearse me in the parts that the actors cannot play nor watch nor own;
as the actor speaks, let your sadness spume, let the curtain rise and rise;
enhearse me in the spotlight that shines in the flytowers forever,
nor ever the mania in the green-rooms, the mania that sings and wails;
enhearse me in the old ways, in the damage done to present existence;
come, enhearse me, as you will, as you condone.
I am not yet dead; O fear me,
let not the madness of my life contest the pretty words you rhyme,
nor those pretty words come near me.
I am not yet dead; O kill me.
Kill me now with the strength that comes to cherish love's decree;
let now no fear depose you, no word ignite you, no insult dissuade you;
come kill me with your passion, your beauty and your love; let nobody
sway you from the place you tread, from the streets you walk, nor
even from the lover you choose to hold; O, kill me, kill and kill again;
as much as you are lovely, let your wonder strike me cold; allow,
as much you allowed my dreams, this light in my heart to end;
and if not kill me, then do not perturb the death within me,
and if not kill me, then do disturb the dying that becomes me.
Let no man tell you that you should not kill me;
come kill me, end me, or else adore me.

....
copyright jdb 1998.
.....

 

NO MAN SONG

a strange recession filled the bone
that blorted round the building
in skeins of ice and furnace foam
i stooped beneath god's railings
so thrice the hammer in the bone
made manna flee and pine
i took my pistol from my spine
and measured god with rhyme

no man was a friend of mine
his hairs were filled with veilings
in macadamic spheres atoned
he sired my soul in flailing
no mansion lived beyond his mind
nor any heaven his to earn
no man was a friend of mine
with angled vice, his haloes burned

so years of man lie alsoran
and poets plead eternally
in icen forges, summer slams
the fairy thumbs of yearning

and the mind's worth endless more
than those who live in sloanes
and the sun's worth trendless more
than strangest nights atoned....

no man was a friend of mine
he stooped beneath my railings;

i took a pistol from my spine
& measured god with rhymes
i took my pistol from my spine
& measured god with minds?

oh

..* copyright jdb 1997...

..

A PALEST SHADE (because of Procul Harem?) a montage.

 

Televisual syndicate of being alive; watch the den-eyed children writhe,
sense the screen-fat cholesterol to nothing - in the mind, let wasp-skies
summon.
No more zen-tithed warriors at one, just the scam-boys almed
against the sun; no more truth, no more plain love, just the screen in
shrouds above.
Televisual syndicate of being alive; watch the den-eyed
children writhe; seize the siren in the filmic kiss - in the mind, let
fusion's fist, set on braining, seizure out of seeing - televisual
syndicate, let love lose being.
Searching for summer in the beam of death,
No Man summons on the bridge of breath: storming into cancer, with
capricorn a womb denied, televisual syndicate of being alive.
Televisual
thunder, fusing as she sunders; televisual king bees, deposing of all
wonder: with jam-skeined mentals seething under metal, the prison cell of
creaming lams the scentimental.
Televisual syndicate of being alive; watch
the den-eyed children writhe, sense the screen-fat cholesterol to nothing
- in the mind, let wasp-skies summon. No more zen-tithed warriors at one,
just the scam-boys almed against the sun; no more truth, no more plain
love, just the screen in shrouds above.

in the beginning of poetry's mallow, from first to last, the chiming face
fawked across the skies laid fallow; one shower of motion sired the waste;
and, like cyphers in conjunction, muse and fire mixed as they raced.

in the beginning of poetry's mallow, syllabic & tarry as a filthy smile,
from the births and heirs of mallow, round the heavens span the child;
& after came the gyring waters, touched & torched upon rhyme's dial
in the beginning of poetry's meadow, that set alight the sparring spark,
time & tide sent forth their fellows, & the tunes of magma's Ark,
flailing where all seas lay narrow, wired the jaws of jesu's art.

in the beginning of poetry's swallow, which, from sky-slit aces grooved;
in the misgivings of the secret brain, rhyme and tide sent forth their
moods,

& the runes of madness lammered, & the moon of mourning roared;
in the beginning of poetry's tarot, before & after was the open door.
in the beginning of poetry's pillow,
before and after
was the open door.

Where the rivers bend, we see the hero's splendour: Thebeian shapes of men
in rivulets of cinder: where the rivers gyre, we sense the shape of man:
Thebeian shapes of wisdom, destruction's in our hands. Stoned are all our
barricades, stoned are all our charms: in the palisades of grey, we sense
the seas embalm: down from ashen seances, the ghosts of god assume: stoned
are all our barricades, stoned womb, stoned womb.

Later, in light's restaurant, the Lord of laughter lams on by: sickle
rhythms sunder & siren, transepts sulphur by: where the rivers gyre; where
the hapless eremite lies maimed, into burning capitals, we sense our
hearts inflame. Stoned are all our barricades, stoned are all our charms:
in the palisades of grey, the oceans storm & charm: down from hero logic,
led ded in crypts of grey, into wombs of scarlet doom, our barricades lie
staved.

Yesteryear, the spheres were strong; yesteryear, God's loving lived:
yesteryear was rilled with song; yesteryear, the passions fibbed: now,
with eyes on empty, the sickle moon is filled with blood: menstrual are
our passions & menstrual are the skies above. Stoned are all our
barricades, stoned are all our charms: in the palisades of grey, the oceans
storm & charm: down from hero logic, led ded in crypts of grey, into wombs
of scarlet doom, our barricades lie staved.

Stoned womb, stoned womb, the palest shade of love is all: stoned womb,
stoned womb, the palest shade of passion crawls: stoned womb, stoned womb,
the whitest veil of love is truth: stoned womb, stoned womb: the best we
get is cloven proof; stoned womb, stoned womb: the best we get is cloven
proof.

Sideboard breaker in the side of the mind: a homestead full of slaughter,
the sun of Hubris shines. Cut from cloven woodchip, with pallish reason
cast from time, sideboard breaker, sideboard breaker, sideboard breaker in
the side of the mind.

Sideboard breaker in the heart of the moon: a
homestead full of water, the river's murder spumes. Cut from cloven
hardback, with pallish reason severed at womb, sideboard breaker,
sideboard breaker, sideboard breaker in the slide of the moon.

Sideboard
breaker in the soul of leavened day: a homestead full of spirits, the
child of living raves. Cut from cloven woodworm, with pallish reason
buried in the grave, sideboard breaker, sideboard breaker, sideboard
breaker in the side of the day. Sideboard, sideboard, sideboard breaker:

Bo Diddley maimer, song defamer, do you know the world's creator?
Sideboard breaker, sideboard breaker: tell me, Lord, are you forsaker?
Sideboard breaker, broken home deranger, sideboard shaper
(cigarette shaker?)
ahhhhhhh

let's boogy for a vineyard snail!
ahhh mien.
....

copyright JDB 2001.
......

 

BENEATH THE EARTH? (a montage)

 

I recall my mother child, shining in the venturous wild, storming in her
apple smiles, mother child, mother child.
I recall my mother kith, smiling
in her venturous kiss, saving me from darkness come, bearing me love's
kingdom come. Mother child, Mother Mary, here to bear to birth love's
theory; here to mould a world of fire: mother child, mother spire.
Mother

child, Mother Mary, here to rend away God's eyrie, here to clip the
eagle's madness, here to rend away God's sadness. Mother child, Mother
Mary, here to bear to birth love's theory; here to mould a world of fire:
mother child, mother spire.

Mother child, Mother Mary, here
to rend away
God's eyrie, here to clip the eagle's madness, here to rend away God's
sadness.

Lion of changes, lion of flame, how shall childhood come again?
Never till the stars go out, never till the angels rout: lion of changes,
lion of derangement, how shall childhood shend contentment?

Never till the
world replies to the pyres within its eyes. Mother, mother, mother child,
shining in the venturous wild, time shall come, but won't know how, death
gone after, a Golden Bough.

anorex, anorex; women r anorex. eat a little, eat a lot, eat a little, eat
the rot. anorex, anorex; women r anorex. don't matter what u try to say,
don't matter what u try to do - woman is anorex; woman breaks on thru.

eat
to die, eat to fade, eat to wharve away decay; eat the moon, eat the sun -
eat the endless food of none. anorex, anorex; women r anorex. seen it in
the cinema, seen it in the streets, seen it under kinema; this world is in
defeat.
anorex, anorex; women r anorex. eyes on empty, eyes gone nowhere,

There once was a man from cork
who was terribly fond of pork
he ate thin and thick
and was terribly sick
then he popped himself with a fork. ..... !!

Bearing loaves & fishes, going gung-ho for the Son, into rooms of tender,
the moon fires like a gun: set in Cimmerian slaughter, like a flunkey
diamond filled with chaff, slittering the wrists of daughters, the Ghosts
of Judas flash. Are u going to the Summer Seance? Are u going to the
Summer Seance? Are u going to spend time with the ghouls of abeyance? Are
u going to the Summer Seance?

Mute in verbal gossamer, snapping twigs with
zen-eyed glee, pastelling after spider tombs, the Christ of Heroes swims
the sea: dread is the thunder's whisper, motors thrum in eyes above;
slittering the wrists of tarantula riders, the Ghosts of Judas deny all
love. Are u going to the Summer Seance? Are u going to the Summer Seance?

Are u going to spend time with the ghouls of abeyance? Are u going to the
Summer Seance? Eighteen lazy pharaohs, like sickle spies, cleave pyramidic
dreams: pyrrhic victory under rainbow, the sword of duty breaks its
scream: screened on widow windows, like a seminal river maundering by,
slittering the wrists of iron sidlers, the Ghosts of Judas siren high. Are
u going to the Summer Seance?

Late in graves of powder, setting no store to the cannon of doubt, sat led
ded in canyon chowder, the clamerine angels spume & pout: summoning
sermonics from sulphur, like a wheat-eyed fairy, Mary sighs: slittering
the wrists of Zion's pariahs, the Ghosts of Judas haunt & fry. Are u going
to the Summer Seance? Are u going to the Summer Seance? Are u going to
spend time with the ghouls of abeyance? Are u going to the Summer Seance?

No more to fields of rapine azure, no more to Indians spitting rhyme: no
more the gas, the permeable prism: no more the light inside the spine: no
more the spike-skeined sentries, no more the soldier in the lung: no more
the leather under breath, no more the lovelorn graves of cum. With beauty
under cancer, a rose tattoo of bludgeoned fear, the metal Ghosts of Judas
rise upwards from the spheres. Are u going to the Summer Seance? Are u
going to the Summer Seance? Are u going to spend time with the ghouls of
abeyance? Are u going to the Summer Seance?
ah,-

Knife the sun, lady, knife the sun; you know the rules, now go on the run
-life destroys as peace defines - come take the womb & make it grind.
knife the sun, lady, knife the sun; you know the rules, now go on the run.
The moon gets cold & the stars grow older; no more the moon, just look
over your shoulder - the darkness maims as the summer declines - no more
the womb, just destruction in the mind.

Your palls of white are closing, lady; four palls of death, four palls of
closet red - night is the madness, all-deposing - no more the womb, just
destruction in the head - we've seen the summer climbing softly - the
truth is dreaming, a million tombs behind - no more a life, just birth in
rumour's posing; no more the womb, just destruction in the light.

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
my 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?
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 receives.-
This is Planet Birth: umbilical as lust, the cradle's yawn
disproves: this is Planet Birth: let no child tell you birth's amused:
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,
when we get out of town, our kids must drown?..
!!!!!

..... copyright jdb 2018.

.....

THE CRISSCROSSING MADAM HEART
OF THE DEAD & KILLED

 

the crisscrossing madam heart of the dead & killed
will summon us as we cut the fields
o a crucified mad Adam who roams aside yields
will supper after necks & stoned hills

when once a whipper of the dark strips the thrilled
then a mind of butter heaps a gangled sun-spill
o a crucified salt siren sweeps a bell under illed
herod sergeants
..
the crisscrossing madam heart of the dead & killed
will suffer after blind midnights
& a bone of rills will snapper after mad star-dils
& we raisea romans from a rill of hand-bites
...
dolly roller roses rope traipsed rapes when mites
weevil after diggers of blind blights
.
uh

*
the crisscrossing macadam in my heart heaps dust
underneath psalms of easy prisons
o eaters of golden bludgeons blood off prisms with
neat-bedded early missions
& a bone of ash feeds a furly dog as catty kids
crashdown
..
unicorn valleys valisse for evil horns as sold towns
wallop hurtled heated cities
o a van of lice lops old babies
laa i hear a rat boy helling after gem-towns
&, abed with cars, we poke poem-clowns
..
the crisscrossing macadam in my heart heaps dust
days deep where devil phantoms hear horse-husks
..drop like lust

*
when once a massing mind-clique claps red rain
then herdes of sun-crashing scissor snaps feel rain
o a bird of dust cries at the edge of night
o a life of cusps cries at the face of mad lights
...
the crisscrossing macadam of a my heart hears
a laden lady liar lying after Herod's kidded fears
& a child of robes
dons a fast rose when a baker of gilded tears
fells a mind with blinded wipes
..
this side of furled rain, we will sense a train
riding under slittings where a widened skein
mines after dolly hearts whose lilly lost brain
tramples every single wife
..
when once a massing mind-clique raps red Spain
then doggers of trained jesus
cram-cuts a suit of robes with fairy Judas.. Grain
grips to winter seizures
& a bell of beds rings rings around gold rizlas
/
END

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

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

jumping jazzy gaolers nip for locked sky
..
*
a rat out of jail jams a jacking cliff
oh a slit of girl-hands give rise to lips
oh a spine of gal-brands whn old hits
heap a body in a train

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

?

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

*
leaping leotard lady lashes a weeping
wide world where dogged caps seize
a bunny wolf from the midnight seas
la when once a bunch of fast leaves
locls a spermy fist around the sleeping
then a cat of bats must catch ceilings
hatching fire to naked purple sleeves
..
once above a time, we heard dweebs
weeviling around a narrow earth-..
coded salt seed shaped us as birth
serenades noon-light with night-birth

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

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

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

END

*
Jdb 2019..

*

OESTROGEN RISING (a cantata)

 

1.

oestrogen flies like a mind
coastal wives
weep for sockets
and a fitted room hastens to unwind
and bad bodies play with
tameless spastic lockets
o

a baby in a bin cries until saved
a doggy under skins
woofs until trained
and a cat of tailed war trades
rats for scoobies
o

oestrogen flies under vines
coastal cries
cry for rockets
and a fast fugue stops mime
and we hear sexed eyes

lo

*
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 neon
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 bloods
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 choirs
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 ah ah

once aside a mind, i tore Mars
with five fast cinemas.

2.

a sexing of the cherished jostles Bird
a deafening of the perished
glisters
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 woman blather

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
..
eyelids don eggy visions when
riders of the corn
write for bikers.. And easy porn
swells like pissed chicken.

*
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 flues
..
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..

3.

 

blown naked bakers of sweetening soft meat
says 'Farewell' to a doctor
o, rancid butchers of sweetening blue meat
says 'Hello' to my daughter
and a bill of fayre sells me seasoned water
and a rill of air
dances under mortar
..
blown naked bakers of sweetening soft meat
bids farewell to a shaker
stoned naked butchers
cleave ice from rind where coded flava
shapes salt paper;

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

..
O

4.

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
shoot when stars sky-stun
codas of kodak and porn-minds.
.
the doted limbs of a dense city raincloud
jacks back to a naked yield of
stained dark fig
and a glass pig has to shoot for God
ah ah ah ah

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

the doted limbs of a dense city storm has
old weevil legs beneath its ass
and a bum on a bed cedes sex to glass
and a bone of edams
scatters fractures out across a grass
pipe of musks.

gassy gulls gasp for carrion weather
easy bulls grasp to a
bovine female thrill where yellow thunder
drops raisins from a car
la la lahh

we will tread the bulb when leering under
old funeral friends;
and a liar on a stage acts up for Father
and a pyre in a cage
cases killer creators inside blue lather
..
Rope hardens round my neck
Dope softens men, and a corpse of sex
swipes dogs for tundra
.
ahhh
ahhh
Ohhh

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

oo FINITO!!

..
Copyright JDB 2018.

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FUNFERAL? (with utmost respect for great poets) more than 220 speed-written lines

 

Diseased muse, diseased muse; i seek the soul of the diseased muse. the
world is
plain, is wrought in flame, is dark as red; is sick at head. diseased
muse, diseased muse, disased muse; i seek the soul of the diseased muse.
inside the rain, inside the flower, as endless as this evil hour, the
world inside its narrow dream, lies riven with the mesadene. diseased muse,
disased muse; i seek the soul of the diseased muse. no time to live, no
time to die; no time to raid the eagle sky - the moon is turning - see it
burn - diseased muse, diseased muse.

Mental mind, mental mind - the sun inside the moon is blind - the worth of
christ is jackanapes; is shended as a morning rape. mental mind, mental sign
- the sun inside the moon is blind - the worth of schemes is hari krishna;
shended as a light that raids. the mental mind, out of bounds; coiled in
blood, jainite ruin. the sun, the rain, the moon run blind; mental
mind, mental crime

joyce babble, joyce babble - the word denudes all feeling. joyce babble,
joyce babble - the mind within is spielling. no space for men who speak
for rot; no space for children in the cot; no space for christ without a
tongue. joyce babble, joyce babble. joyce apple - the moon needs
changing. joyce babble - this song's deranging. to seek the linguid case
of tongue must rape away the coining one; neither must the moon without
wreak away his dying pout. joyce babble, joyce babble - the word denudes
all feeling..joyce babble, joyce babble - the mind within is spielling.
don't need no wake inside the sun to shape the day with orison. lucia,
mad, lucia, mad; schizophonic loser. joyce babble, joyce babel - the world
denudes all feeling. joyce babble, joyce babble - the mind within needs
steeling. don't need no telephonic lie to prove the cellephonic cry; don't
need the match of judas man to sham away the coiner's clan. the world is
best without its madness; the world is best without its sadness. joyce
babble, joyce babble - don't give me walldron, give me light. joyce
babble, joyce babble - the word that speaks en't deisite. joyce babble.
all schizophrenics use bad portmanteaus?

don't speak of the devil, don't speak of the devil - don't speak of the
cloven kid. the mind defines no devil spine, nor ravels with deep bird
neither can the alsorans dictate the Son inside the Pan. you cook for
none, you eat for none - go eat the devil's horde! don't speak of the
devil, don't speak of the devil - don't speak of the cloven kid. the mind
defines no peace of mind, unless the devil's rid. you cook for none, you
eat for none - go eat the devil's horde. don't speak of the devil, don't
speak of his revel. don't preach the stickler's word.
There is no Devil and there is no sex peach?

lennon en't lenin. don't matter what u say, don't matter what u do.
lennon en't lenin. don't need no sister son, just need to break on thru.
lennon en't lenin; & this i'm tellin' u way: lennon en't lenin: he lives
beyond the sky. don't need no brother peter, don't need no mistress saul;
don't need most anyone - just need the writin' on the wall. lennon en't
no lenin, & this i'm tellin' u why - lennon en't no lenin, for lenin
does not die
Lennon knew too many holy people inside song's wailing eye?

the zero seed, the hero deed,
the zero seed, the xerox deed,
the zero seed, the hero deed,
the zero seed, the xerox weed -
the sun inside the moon begun
lies serried with the graves of none -
the zero seed,the hero deed,
the zero seed,the xerox need.
the word within the winter slick
is cold & old as herod god;
no man inside the endless wide
can rend away the jesus rod.
the zero deed, the hero deed,
the zero seed, the xerox deed,
the zero seed, the hero deed,
the zero seed, the xerox need.
the day ahead is full of los,
as furled in pearls as pentecost,
the way behind, is moon in mind,
as furled in girls as deus cross.
the zero seed, the hero deed,
the zero seed, the xerox deed,
the zero seed, the hero deed,
the zero seed, the xerox weed.
the spuming sun is mustard grain,
as furled in gold as judas gain;
no man nor child come near to know
the endless mister in the rose.
the zero seed, the hero deed,
the zero seed, the xerox deed,
the zero seed, the hero deed,
the zero seed, the xerox need.
the zero, hero, xerox deed,
the zero, hero, xerox deed,
the zero, hero, xerox deed,
the zero, hero, xerox need.
There en't no Xerox??!!

a snake en't a snape, en't no snape, en't no snape - a snake is the reel,
is the wheel, is the sun - the snake don't live for words in cribs - the
snake en't no snape, is always one. a snake don't rely on mystic lies,
don't rail against the worded tongue. a snake en't a snape, a snake en't a
snape, a snake is not a snape. u do not tell me where to go, nor where the
people choose to rove - the sun moves right, the moon moves left - the
snake on the run is crippled dreft. a snake en't a snape, a snake en't a
snape, a snake en't a snape; a snake is not a snape. snake.
There is no 'SNAPE?!!'...

'walldron, walldron - there is no walldron. best get inside the iron
cauldron. walldron, walldron - there is no walldron. best get inside the
iron sun. the word created is the word despised; best meet the moon, or
else devise. walldron, walldron - there is no walldron. best get inside
the iron cauldron. walldron, walldron - there is no walldron. best go meet
the xerox skies.
There is no 'Walldron'?!!!!'

furled gold,curled gold, furled gold,rolled gold. beneath the sun, inside
the rain, endless gold shall reap the brain. furled, the winter in the
star, curled, the witness in the bar. furled gold, curled gold, furled
gold, rolled gold. the dream that snaps the leaf in twain, lies serried
with the graves in vein: do not deny the way it is: furled gold is always
on the fizz. furled gold, curled gold, furled gold, rolled gold. furled
gold.

1.

The hand that rocks the cradle, shapes the grave;
That ties lynched talons
To the fathering trees,
Does down all breath, as the Templars rave.
The hand that rocks the cradle shapes the seas.
Though the tears be plain and spumed at birth,
Though the angels as they marry
compose a married breeze,
high with the hand, that runnels through the earth,
The standard heraldic murders as she weaves;
And where the tendant manna rises from its flirt,
And sharpens the harp;
Where haloed matter seethes,
Cruel come the crones, of beast and tare and wort;
Cruel come the farriers of the cindered seed.
The hand that rocks the cradle, shapes the grave;
That ties lynched talons
To the fathering trees,
Does down all breath, as the Templars rave.

The hand that rocks the cradle shapes salt bees.

2.

Tendril or temple, the burrowers blow out.
Man in manna parish, the sentinels heave.
Plashed in the store of harvest and drought,
Round the cross of winter, the Templars speed.
In the bastard daisy; upon the peal of bells;
Up where martyrs bury the mortars of a spell;
In the bastard daisy; upon the peal of bells;
Inside the routed Lady, the proctorates swell.
Tendril or temple, the burrowers blow out.
Man in manna parish, the sentinels heave.
Plashed in the stores of harvest and drought,
Round the cross of winter, the Templars speed.
God is neither locum nor primal convertor.
Christ is neither primate, nor ignoble weed.
Gabriel is neither paragon, nor deserter.
Time and tide alike, dwell darkly in the seed.
Tendril or temple, the burrowers blow out.
Man in manna parish, the sentinels heave.
Plashed in the store of harvest and drought,
Round the cross of winter, the Templars speed.

3.

Conceived in the womb, the Word unravels,
Lighted by the spindles
Of a sermon's troubles;
Thread to thread, the root unfolds;
And brazen as the man who raids the mountain,
Creation enhearses and extols.
This is the curtain on the coffin's signals,
The nature of the Word
That forces through the prism;
Down drinking leaves, vision furls;
And, as mortal as a martyr's mission,
Crime is flashed into this world.
God's image treads the trees and tunnels;
No Lord of war is seen appeased;
Down founted footfalls flow the runnels
Of rectored space - the Word betrays the seas -
And in the flames, the falcon pummels
And brings its falconer unto the trees.

4.

The halo's course is razed: the mystic tantrum
That drives the glowering rocks
Is here perfused:
The rot that sires the clock; the puss-flap ransome
Is here destroyed, its fickle caste removed.
The halo's course lies buried in a fountain:
Who comes to die
Lies split by Christ to chime:
The anger drummed and drunk on cryptic stanchions
Here rapes the roasting angels as they climb.
The lips of speech do not retell their summons:
Love's gibbet, slain,
Hangs dryly from the trees:
The force that makes the temples tend their sermons
Lies dumbed and drained of all its shended seed.
The time that ticks immortal and purportal,
Here sifts the docks of rhyme
Into an eye that sees:
The rise of rhyme into a world aortal,
Here lies staved
And written on the trees.

5.

God comes! In undead waters, angels tingle;
Come unto seastruck towers, the furies fold;
The flight of spatial mortar girds its simples;
The tendrils of the godhead spear and mould.
Within the Sun God, sphered, the pointed ferrule,
Bright and brassy, blasts apart the grave;
Star set for multicolour, Jacob's angle,
Strips the sex of Jonah, and is saved.
Smoke in shippen hills, and oaken valleys,
Where the eagle's eyrie steers and rocks,
Strides the holy tendril and its galleys;
Where the Lords are brazen, nature knocks.
One by one, the slash of vision chaffers;
In the sin green fables of the mind,
Manstrung anthers reach for holy pastures;
In the stoving bone, the Templars grind.
First shipwrecked, then riven like a muscle,
Time and tide run glissful through the tides;
Portraits of Joseph prophesy and tussel;
Now the tender Templars flume and ride.
Love, like words on water, must fade gladly,
Yet the heavens write against the tides.
Love and death assail on seas of parity;
Death and love shall reap the tides of time.

6.

The hand that rocks the cradle shapes the grave.
Ten skulled fingers
Stub the humours down.
Death is the tomb of honey and its swingers.
The hand that rocks the cradle shapes the crown.
In the sallow spheres of bird and angel;
Where the parson crows,
The holy ghost conceives;
Death is the flume of honey as it flows.
The hand that rocks the cradle shapes the trees.
The hand that rocks the cradle shapes the grave.
The hand that succours life
Is the caul-bay in the coves;
Death is the flume that snaps alive the knife.
The hand that rocks the cradle rapes the rose.
The hand, the hand that does down death
Parries and marries
To the pinnace in the reeds;
Death is the rumour that marries as it carries.
The hand that rocks the cradle shapes the needs.
The hand that rocks the cradle shapes the grave.
The hand that rocks the cradle
Shapes the angled seas.
The hand that rocks the cradle shapes the grave.
The sun that is young lies buried in the weed.

meet me in the fields of schizoid azure, meet me in the fields of endless
leisure. meet me in the fields of schizoid azure. meet me in the fields,
meet me in the fields. the time you choose to deify lies riven in the opal
sky: eyes of fire, eyes of gold; schizoid azure, manifold. meet me in the
fields of schizoid azure, meet me in the fields of endless leisure. meet
me in the fields of schizoid azure; meet me in the schizoid fields. the
time you choose to flail aside each moon inside the opal tide, can only
come to shend away the neon coming of the day. meet me in the fields of
schizoid azure, meet me in the fields of schizoid azure. meet me in the
fields of endless leisure. meet me in the fields, meet me in the fields
meet me in the endless fields and let wells waste away??Uhhh..

....copyright 2000.

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SUFFRAGE BLUES?

The girls are dead to the world right now
The girls are dead to the world right now
I'd like to touch,
But I don't know how.
The girls are dead to the world right now

Let me sleep in your suffering street right now.
Let me sleep in your suffering street right now.
I'd like to touch,
But I don't know how

Let me sleep in your suffering street right now
The clock says its time to die right now.
The clock says its time to die right now.
The clock says its time to die right now.

I'd like to touch,
But I don't know how...

The girls are dead to the world right now.
The girls are dead to the world right now.
Where the cigarettes are minarets,
We shall know how.
The girls are dead to the world, forever.

The days we got together,
the days we made it work,
the days we got together
lie shended in the dirt.
the wrought iron mind is spurning,
is spurning something real;
the gilded chain around us,
as rended as the fields.
Dance beyond, dance beyond,
Dance beyond
the rooms of waking,
Dance beyond, dance beyond,
Dance beyond
the rooms of waking.
The days we got together,
the days we made it work,
the days we got together
lie shended in their hurt.
We sought the sun on Sunday,
we sought the moon each week;
the ways we fought forever,
lie rended in the wheat.
Dance beyond, dance beyond,
Dance beyond
the rooms of waking,
Dance beyond, dance beyond,
Dance beyond
the rooms of waking.

You know we are together vain;
the all & all will never shine.
You know we are together vain;
no time for us inside the mind.
the days we got together,
lie strangled in the grave.
the fire is real, the fire is high;
no time to live or die.
baby, baby, break right thru,
baby, baby, give a sign.
baby, baby, break right thru;
baby, baby, lend some time.
You know we are together vain;
the all & all will never shine.
You know we are together vain;
no time for us inside the mind.
the days we got together,
lie strangled with the sun.
the fire is real, the fire is high;
no time to live nor die.
baby, baby, break right thru,
baby, baby, give a sign.
baby, baby, break right thru;
baby, baby, lend some time.

forest sigma,
forest sigma,
find me here
some forest sigma;
rend the river,
rend the moon;
watch the neon
shine on doom.
bring me towns,
where people live,
bring me sounds,
where people give.
forest sigma,
forest sigma,
find me here
some forest sigma.
the way we live,
the way we die,
lies shended in
the open eye;
nanosecond,
molten sun,
forest sigma
on the run.
forest sigma,
forest sigma,
find me here
some forest sigma;
rend the river,
rend the moon;
watch the clock
strike down to
doom.

in the death, there is love.
in the death, there is love.
in the death, there is love.
in the death, there is
endless love.
saw halliday; saw the change of day,
saw halliday; saw the change of day,
saw halliday; saw the change of day,
sensed my wisdom pass away.
in the death, there is love.
in the death, there is love.
in the death, there is love.
in the death, there is
endless love.

Live! Live! Live! use God?
Live! Live! Live! nose blood

shafts swelled vermin-crud?

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24 YEARS REMIND THE TEARS OF MY EYES (BURY ME NOW, FOR I WALK WITH YOU).

24 years remind the tears of my eyes. (bury me now, for I walk with you).
24 years, yet I’m still alive. (take me down to the river, do). 24 years
of reaping the rise, and still I feel in love with you.

24 years, and I’m
still alive. (take me down to the river, do). All alone, we walk on bone,
melting away the spheres of night. All alone, we talk of stone, strange as
severed summers bright. follow me & I’ll follow you, follow me & break on
thru..

24 years remind the tears of my eyes, 24 years reveal a hollow
disguise. each & every day, we pass away, carving out the scandals for the
jesus crew. (take me down to the river, do, take me down to the river,
do).

24 years remind the tears of my eyes, 24 years of your booted shoes.
(take me down to the river do, take me down to the river). honesty shall
outlive us: just as waxen faces fade to red, love shall not forgive us,
nor the sun of beauty heal the dead. 24 years remind the tears of my eyes.
(bury me now, for I walk with you).

24 years remind the tears of my eyes;
24 years, as cold as blue...

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& THE MOJO'S WRITHING

Well I took a little ride along the sentry stones, stepped into the centre
of the mural thrones; summoned up love from a sonic state of screams;
sired into red steeples the graves of endless dreams
& the Mojo's riding,
& the Mojo's riding: the Mojo's riding
in an automatic tomb, an automatic
tomb, an automatic tomb, an automatic tomb.
Well I took a little reason
from a summer gun, let fly the seed of rages & summoned up the sun;
summoned up murder from the freeway in my brain; sired into red steeples
the graves of endless flame.
& the Mojo's riding, & the Mojo's riding: the
Mojo's riding in an automatic tomb, an automatic tomb, an automatic tomb,
an automatic tomb.
Sickness schemes its thunder high, cloven rockets
pierce the skies: up with angels, mania thrums; in cranial beauty, demons
drum. Past the palace of descent, in widow windows, under vents, as the
Lord destroys all love, God's eremites deny their blood: sickled in the
ships of hell, shopshadows whistle down the cells; no more blue love, just
trendless shame, just endless whispers in the brain.
& the Mojo's riding,
& the Mojo's riding: the Mojo's riding in an automatic tomb, an automatic
tomb, an automatic tomb, an automatic wound-
Mistress maiden, Madam Death,
in the Ark, let thunder's theft, like a sword of azured light, sever wings
from angelled night: Mistress maiden, Madam scarlet, in the Ark, let
thunder storm: under Phapos, let God's darlings rape away the Golden Dawn.

& the Mojo's riding, & the Mojo's riding: & the Mojo's riding
in an
automatic tomb, an automatic tomb, an automatic tomb, an automatic tomb: &
the Mojo's riding, with city spirits driving, & the Mojo's dying...

SHE'S BEEN BETRAYED?

she's been betrayed like a thousand girls before; walks into her
heartbreak like christ walks into a door - doesn't care for feeling - all
feeling's vacant now; walks across the ceiling like christ walks across
His golden bough.
she's been betrayed, she's been betrayed, she's been
betrayed like a thousand girls before, she's been betrayed, she's been
betrayed, she's been betrayed like a thousand girls before.
she's been
betrayed like a million girls behind; doesn't care to pray, for prayer is
simply out of mind - does her best to hide her tears, but tears gets in the
way - doesn't care to disappear, for disappearing's pain.
she's been
betrayed, she's been betrayed, she's been betrayed like a thousand girls
before, she's been betrayed, she's been betrayed, she's been betrayed like
a thousand girls before.
she's been betrayed like a thousand girls before,
walks into her heartbreak like christ walks into a door, doesn't care for
happiness, for happiness is gone, walks across her craziness like christ
walks through a song. she's been betrayed, she's been betrayed, she's been
betrayed like a thousand girls before. she's been betrayed, she's been
betrayed, she's been betrayed like a thousand girls before.
Are we on the nightship?

MISTER MEPHISTOPHELES' TEA-PARTY
at the end of a rainbow, where the starfish spree; where the mermen glide
and the anemones weave - in the very middling centre of a cave at sea -
mister mephistopheles sits down for tea.
the table's laid and the chairs
set to, and the lamplight's motion is lighting the blue, and from the
middle of thunder come the guests to be, where mister mephistopheles sits
down for tea. and here there are potions and purple pomades, and songbirds
and dovebirds and fashionable raves, and here too are sermons and songs in
high key, where mister mephistopheles sits down for tea.
at the end of a
rainbow, at the end of the night, inside the other side, within the
smoking of a pipe - in the centre of a notion, in the middle of a plea -
mister mephistopheles sits down for tea.
and now the guests arrive by
midnight coach, and the best of the men wear a scarlet broach, and the
best of the hens wear a shaman's beads, when mister mephistopheles sits
down for tea. and when the evening's at an end, hellfire burns, and the
selling of a soul is all that's earned - and the hellfire burns and the
hellfire flees - where mister mephistopheles sits down for tea.
and if you
should wonder whose teacups glint, then look no further than the eyelid's
blink, and look no further than the fathomless sea - the haunt of mister
mephistopheles...

CRAZY IS THE HARVEST MOON
Ask my lady what she really wants to be; she says, Baby, can't you see:
I've never lived, all I did was try to die: so I say, Lady, needs must the
will to cry.
Crazy is the harvest moon, crazy is the harvest tree, crazy
is the harvest moon, crazy is the casuistry...
Ask my father what he
tried to do; he says, Son, I did my best for you: I never lived long, all
I did was pine away: so I say, Father, needs must the will to pray.
Crazy
is the harvest moon, crazy is the harvest tree, crazy is the harvest moon,
crazy is the casuistry
Ask mad Tarsus just why he chose to change; he
says, Man, best I did was to derange: I never cared much, just chose to
lose my head: so I say, Tarsus, needs must the idle dead.
Crazy is the
harvest moon, crazy is the harvest tree, crazy is the harvest moon, crazy
is the casuistry
Ask the Lord why he went direct away: He says, Man,
the best I did was to betray: I saw the stars fall, but never thought to
trust: I say, Jesus, best you find the route to lust.
Crazy is the harvest
moon, crazy is the harvest tree, crazy is the harvest moon, crazy is the
casuistry
Ask me now just where this life will lead: I say, Woman,
best contest this devil seed: best destroy me before my light burns out:
best try to break my brain than live in endless pout.
Crazy is the harvest
moon, crazy is the harvest tree, crazy is the harvest moon, crazy is the
harvest factory...

RAIDED (A REWRITE OF RUBY TUESDAY)
We walked thru red fields of leavened gold: by the time we kissed, our
hearts were cold. We walked through red fields of leavened skein: by the
time we kissed, our hearts were stained
So goodbye now, braided baby, I am
still in love with you: you & me were meant, my baby; ain't it true that
love breaks thru.
We walked through the rills & hills of light: by the
time we kissed, our hearts weren't right: we walked meadows, moons &
garden bowers: by the time we kissed, our hearts weren't ours.
So goodbye now, braided baby, I am still in love with you:
you & me were meant, my
baby; ain't it true that love breaks thru.
Time cannot accord what passion
maims: in the scent of thunder, time defames: ain't that just the cost,
blue love is merely loss, & when it comes to praying, loving rains: ain't
that ashame?
So goodbye now, braided baby, I am still in love with you:
you & me were meant, my baby; ain't it true that love breaks thru.
Museday Murmur, bluesday kiss of sun; in love's scarlet number, truth succumbs:
love is always altared, its lust a baptised skein: museday murmur, bluesday
murder: the love we had was vain.
So goodbye now, braided baby, I am still
in love with you: you & me were meant, my lady; ain't it true that love
breaks thru: you & me were meant, my lady; ain't it true that love breaks
thru: in leavened fields, true love's our enemy; as time denies, all light
disproves...

HELIO ARTICHOKE
Drank from the artichoke last Sunday, turned against all sin on museday,
spent a little while in a tigron's cage, slavering away against decay; saw
the trainlights spurn to mean, shot against my fused & dead demesne, did
my best to marry on; drank from a choke & sired a ripper son.
i did not
rate u, no, i never raped u, i did not rate u, little kid, i did not rate
u, no, i never raped u, i did not rate u, little kid.
Drank from the
artichoke last Sunday, turned against all sin on museday, summoned up Zion
from a golden stage, danced my mind against love's grade; saw the
trainlights purdah out, shot against my fused & den-eyed pout, did my best
to do my best for u; drank from a choke & broke on thru.
i did not rate u,
no, i never raped u, i did not rate u, little kid, i did not rate u, no, i
never raped u, i did not rate u, little kid.
Helio Bundy, Morrison mane,
why do you drive my mind insane, why does your pick of leather hate sire
against my mental state: helio Bundy, wicked child, why do u rise against
the mild, why do the dirty on light's dream, why rape the child & act
obscene?
Family garden, sickle feast, why put my brain inside the beast,
why take away the loves I had, why spurn away the gentle mad? i did not
rate u, no, i never raped u, i did not rate u, little kid, i did not rate
me, no, i never raped me, i did not rape me, little kid: i did not rate
the summer sun enough to save a life begun: i did not rate u nor me at
all, all i did was fall & fall.
Helio, helio artichoke, helio, helio
artichoke; saw it in the news, the child tells lies in hope; helio, helio
artichoke. I did not rate the child I knew, i still don't rate the things
he do: saw it in the news, the child dies blue: I did not rate the things
u do. i did not rate u, no, i never raped u, i did not rate u, little kid,
i did not rate u, no, i never raped u, i did not rate the things i did: i
did not rate u, no, i never raped u, i did not rape u, little kid, i did
not rate u, no, i never raped u:
i did not rate the things Love did?
..Are we on the night-ship?

SIMON ROLO
Simon Rolo, Marco Polo: he's got trumpets going solo: has a pair of
dolphin boots, a walrus lantern & a suit.
In the summer of his eyes, Simon
Rolo's bright disguise parades in seashore rhapsodies, spastic rifles &
high trees. Marco Polo, Simon Rolo: he's got doctors in a folio: has a
grasp on magic science; a starry beard on skin defiant.
As his history
rocks & rakes, Simon Rolo finds the brakes: driving, driving all day long,
Simon Rolo sings a song.
Simon Rolo, Marco Polo: he's got dates with
Tolkein's Frodo: buys a ticket for a ride, shines his shoes & shines his
eyes.
As he swims in Autumn seas, Simon Rolo's senses heave: gliding,
gliding all night long, Simon Rolo bears a son.
Marco Polo, Simon Rolo:
master-mistress to time's solo: got a wallet in his ears, has a bike with
ninety gears. In the sermons of the skies, Simon Rolo waves goodbye, & as
music here abounds, Rolo's world slips underground?

KNIFE THE SUN

Knife the sun, lady, knife the sun; you know the rules, now go on the run
-life destroys as peace defines - come take the womb & make it grind.
knife the sun, lady, knife the sun; you know the rules, now go on the run.

The moon gets cold & the stars grow older; no more the moon, just look
over your shoulder - the darkness maims as the summer declines - no more
the womb, just destruction in the mind.

Your palls of white are closing, lady; four palls of death, four palls of
closet red - night is the madness, all-deposing - no more the womb, just
destruction in the head - we've seen the summer climbing softly - the
truth is dreaming, a million tombs behind - no more a life, just birth in
rumour's posing; no more the womb, just destruction in the light.

Knife the sun, lady, knife the sun; knife the sun, lady, knife the sun;
knife the sun, lady, knife the sun; knife the goddamn sun. come on a trip
& the acid heart shall seize; come on a trip & the heart shall greet
disease; come swallow rot & sense the heart run red; come swallow rot &

see the child run dead..

Knife the sun, lady, knife the sun; knife all the men you've ever won;
knife at the wards, at the hospice in the lung; knife all the men you've
ever won..

Loved loud women, always did; loved loud women since just kids; -
come take this Lord away; loved reeled crime since we raped day..

STUDENT OF ORCHIDS (after John Lennon's 'Working-Class Hero')

You can promise me riches & famish my mind, you can plough me with fixes &
publish my rhymes, you can give me a billion & set my world free, but a
Student of Orchids is nothing to be.
You can buy me a girlfriend & promise
all time, you can suffer my silence & straighten my spine, you can giggle
& gaggle & be wild & free, but a Student of Orchids is nothing to be.
When
they've told you I'm sentient, well you must see that the sentient soul is
all punished by greed, & the key to it all is that sentience flees, for a
Student of Orchids is nothing to be.
You can pamper my mystery & make me
fly, you promise me garlands from heavenly skies; but there's only one
thing that you really must see: a Student of Orchids is nothing to be.
There's a cloud on the summit that never climbs down, & that cloud is
before you, that cloud is a sound, & there's only one thing, one thing
that is key: a Student of Orchids is nothing to be.
& there's only one
measure, one thing that is key: a Student of Orchids is nothing to be: &
there's only one measure, one thing that is key: a Student of Orchids is
nothing to be...are we on the night ship?!..

 

SUNLESS SONG

And I don't remember when last I saw the sun
I heard there books of premises
But I must have read them wrong
Cut of gas-tap carriages
Through which the whorld respires
I sit and scribble messages
Where daylight pales to fire
And I don't remember when last I saw the sun
Don't remember when indifference last took me for a son

And I don't remember when last a sunrise rose
Over the wits that spit me
Closer and closer to cooling prose
I heard there were books of Genesis
But i must have read them wrong
Holding a woman to ransome
For the follies of mankind's wand

And I don't remember when last I saw the sun
Don't remember when a woman last took me in her arms
And I don't remember when last a sunset sank
Over the wits that fester me
Closer and closer to Godless ranks
Cut of gas-tap carriages
Through which the whorld respires
I sit and sing in offices
Where daylight pales to fire

And I don't remember when last i saw the sun
Don't remember when indifference last took me for a son.
..
...
.note:
the unusual word 'whorld' in this song is a word portmanteau.
copyright jdb 1991..

GEMERALD (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 in midnight, misters brick the sky in
flightnight. 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 transepts - flowers, powers,
towers, fusion lives forever. flowers, towers, powers, fusion reaps the
weather. beyond the moon, beyond the sun, beyond the flint inside the
cum. beyond all this, the town of azure; beyond all this, the tower of
pleasure. death devolves, death defines, death lives on in broken minds.

earth beneath earth, dream under thunder, all and all, the flower 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 scented beasts - 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, the word 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
sea clit...

NOT TO TOUCH ON BIRTH ( Response to The Door's Not to
Touch the Earth)
Not to touch on birth, not to seize the guns, nothing left to do but murder
as we run - let's run, let's run, let's run
Beneath the roman rill, womb is rotted still
meadows in red breeze, death beneath the leaves - let's murder as we run,
let's murder as we run; come on, babe, let's run - Run with men u do not
know, run with pirates, thieves & crows - never cease till time let's go -
run with pirates, thieves & rogues.
The mercury man is one million moons
away: serried in the hand, the graveward world decays: serried under fire,
tombstones fry: let's run, run, run; let's run against god's eyes
Run with
men u do not know, run, run, run; never let love go - never cease till
death must flow - run, run, run; never let love go?
Some routlaws pray
by a cell in the spine; the pentecheuchal daughter is a maiden doing time
- life schemes forever, life prays as living maims - gone west as Hero's
slaughter, the ark of heaven stains.
Blood is a Bible, blood is aspen
rhythm; blood is the plectrum that shends away the prism - routlaws,
doubtlaws, men inside the mind - the pentecheuchal daughter is a maiden
doin' crimes. No man knows the heaven's reason, no man knows the heaven's
treason - No Man breathes beneath the mystic earth - No Man is Man & Man
is smirf - I am the schiz swing, here to cure a gold ring; I used this wing?
Ahhh murder me with your flava and your power
uhhh snap my city razor
la, cut a kissed wasp-flower

the patient of Adromeda is interfused with swinged
dog deaths and canine statues

run with me, run with me: let lobbed masses
swing for the pirates, the thieves, the crows
ehhhh?
hedons hear hearsed fallen ashes
dragging dolts from fuel-tongued hashes
and the keen ghosts of sex-sundered veins
cum deeply for
chapped daughtered doctored sex wards
cum, come with us:
claim life inside us as a gaoled daddy dreamed bus
STOPS
Dead!..]
u huh!!
..run with pirates, thieves and crows....

...
LOST IN LONDON

Lost in London, I
Turn to the minarets,
Dance thru my numb surprise
Like some bought cigarette:
In the dense capital
I see the world of fire
Burn like a madrigal
Into suburbing pyres.

Lost in London, I
Pass by the Soul Cafe;
Breathe with the afterlives
Of men who've passed away:
Here I sense Camden Lock,
There I sense Whitechapel
Dreaming their dreams on hock
Up thru a Miracle.

Lost in London's eyes,
Lost in the wrecks of Day,
I tread so carefully
As to combat decay;
And, as I pass along
Into the streets of Time,
I hear a Westend Song
Raging along my mind.

Lost in London, I
Note all the pirouhettes
In the Big House of Lies
Whaved by a sea of Death;
And, as blue oceans fly
Into the River Thames,
Down come the Bells of Crime
Into the Bells of Ben.

Lost in London's eyes,
Lost in the depths of fear,
I search for dreams to hide,
Yet nothing here endears;
And, as I roll on past
Each Restaurant and Bar,
I see all London's past
Burn, like a stolen car.

...
FILIMIC (after WH Auden's 'Stop all the Clocks')

Prune down the angels to the wick
Snuff out all candles, unbake all bread
Spoil all trenches with a slick
Ferry the living to the dead
Where blows a lover, deal
A fatal flaw to all that call
Mar all saviours with a weal
Slash the cinema seats and stalls.

They were the shivers of the silver screen
Where their blood flows, the curtain thralls
Retire all vision to the dumb
For now no good may come of all.

Lash the usherette to the sedge
Unravel torches down the hill:
Crash the armies through pithead
Mess the crowd till life lies still

Where crows a regime's alms,
Dash the lights and kill the spiels
Where glows a face of calm,
Gnash each drama round the keels.

They were all we owned
Where they lie dead, there may be none
Embalm the filmic gods with bones
For now all love is done...

*note: -

"Funeral Blues" or "Stop all the clocks" is a poem by W. H. Auden.
The poem first appeared in the 1936 play The Ascent of F6.

 

THE MONDAY HOUSE
the monday house, the monday house: where guards refuse, the words push
thru: the monday house, the monday house: eyes like twenty now, eyes like
twenty now. the monday house, the monday house: where summer burns, the
sirens turn: the monday house, the monday house: eyes like twenty now,
eyes like twenty now. the monday house, the monday house: where birds
refuse, the words amuse: the monday house, the monday house: eyes like
twenty now, eyes like twenty now. the endless monday house.

PICTURE BULIMIA

they say that she's bulimic - well! - that's just a remit, you can tell;
and tho' she eats both thick and thin, you'll never see her down the gym.
i've been tryin' to picture you as somethin' more than fattenin' food; but
thru the ages, one thing's sure: picture bulimia will ask for more. i
heard an obese girl today ask her father for some praise - they say that
she's bulimic, too, but you can tell that's not quite true; and this day
i'll try to be as good with words as i can be - it's picture bulimia, my
friend, that'll carry us unto the end. i've been tryin' to picture u as
something more than fattenin' food; but through the ages, one thing's
sure: picture bulimia will ask for more. now she's a kind of woman who'll
ingest much more than jesting fools - don't u know, she'll never die, for
dying is for those who cry; and this day i'll try to be as good with words
as i can be - it's picture bulimia, thank god, that'll spare us from the
rod. i've been tryin' to picture u as something more than fattenin' food;
but thru the ages, one thing's sure: picture bulimia will ask for more -
but thru the ages, one thing's sure: picture bulimia will ask for more.

IMAGINE THE WORLD

imagine the world in its finery slippin-n-slidin to a wondrous sea.
imagine a lantern in a mountain taking a trail into the trees. imagine the
world in its finery slippin-n-slidin, where marvels spree. listen and
together we shall see just how time shall wander free. listen together and
listen now to the size of the sacred cow. imagine the world without no
hurt taking a trail to birthless flirts. imagine an earth that knows no
name forever leading shame to flame. imagine the world without all pain
taking a trail to the summer's vein. listen and together we shall see just
how time shall wander free. listen together and listen now to the size of
the sacred cow. now its not hard to imagine life - just open your eyes and
sense the knife. now it's not hard to imagine life - just open your eyes
and sense the heist. listen together and we shall see just how time shall
wander free. listen together and listen now to the size of the sacred cow.

SUFFERING WITH SILENCE

suffering with silence at the edge of the world, awaiting spanish demons
to fight the girls: suff'ring under scarlight, where the wickedness
relays: suff'ring with violence at the edge of the grave.crime, u kill me
gladly, and yet all crime is live; as lively as the candy that raids the
hive. suffering with violence at the edge of heaven's face, waiting for
god's license to whisk away the mace: suff'ring in the sequence of angels
who abscond: suff'ring in silence at the close of the fond. crime,u kill
me gladly, and yet all crime is live; as lively as the candy that raids
the hive. suffering with violence at the edge of Mars: suff'ring with
volence and its motorcars. crime, u kill me gladly, crime, u turn me
round: crime, u stone this heart aground. suff'ring with violence both
night and day, suff'ring wioth violence in every way: suff'ring and
raving,till the suff'ring ends. suff'ring, endless,for ever.

once there was a way to be so golden: easy was the way for time to
open.now it's easy to believe, now it's easy to tease: baby,you're never
coming home.once there was a way to be all-knowing: easy was the way to
pray; all-glowing. now the idol is received and we've nothing to conceive:
baby, you're never coming home. easy was the way to be emboldened: easy
was the night that made us olden. now the rite has turned away and we're
living in delay: baby, we're never coming home. baby, we're never coming
home. o dead baby, open your eyes?

UNDER, OVER, INBETWEEN

the sun, the womb, the moon run blind, the moon, the tomb, the stars
behind. all and all, this precious love, borne on jewels from skeins above
- under, over, inbetween -rocks this heart to mesadene. the sun, the star,
the holy grail; the mystic mentor in the vale. all and all, this precious
dream, endless as the summer's beam - under, over, inbetween, under, over,
inbetween. no more to find the love we knew - no more the winter in the
dew - all and all, inbetween. mesadene, mesadene.

i sup the drink, i turn it back, i sup the drink, i fade to black, i fade
to black, i tread the track: i sup the drink, i sup the drink. i sup the
drink, the night is blue, i sup the drink, i break on thru: i sup the sun,
i drown the rain, i revel in my starless pain; and when the world has come
to give too many men to starless bids, the rest shall dream, the moon
shall flume; the darkest way shall fail forever. sup the drink, fade to
black, sup the drink, tread the track: greet me in the streets of azure,
endless in your wicked leisure. sup the drink, drown the moon, sup the
drink, storm the tomb: too many men, too many men, all too many men. the
day shall dawn and life shall rise, red inside its bright disguise, and
when the sun has come to die, the night shall stream from tearless eyes.
the night shall stream from tearless eyes.

PUBLIC WIG
burning public lairs like tar, smoking on a spent cigar, serenading
tarnished moons, resurrecting poisoned wombs.what in hell's name made you
feel as if your public wig were real; what in hell's name made you think
as if your public wig were pink? burning female gods all day, burning
female lords all night - endless thunder, trendless light - trendless,
trendless night. what in hell's name made you feel as if your public wig
were real; what in hell's name made you think as if your public wig were
pink? burning up the labial chain, spinning on in pubic veins, choking on
a sacred mark, acting like a nehru dart. what in hell's name made you feel
as if your public wig were real; what in hell's name made you think as if
this world were on the sink?

DANCE, MY BABY (after Oasis)
today is gonna be the day that you're gonna make it thru - time prays, but
time is gone away - now's the time to make it thru: if we believe, we
concede an ocean from this song - let's believe, let's conceive and seize
a potion from the sun. dance, my baby, dance, my baby, dance all summer
long. dance, my baby, dance, my baby, dance all summer long. crimes raise
a motile grave: if we choose to follow, we shall move. rhyme raves - all
must rage - if we follow, we shall groove. if we believe, we concede an
ocean from this song - let's believe, let's conceive and lance away the
leaves of wrong. dance, my baby, dance, my baby, dance all summer long.
dance, my baby, dance, my baby, dance all summer long. today is gonna be
the day that we shall break right thru. time prays, but time has gone away
- now's the time to greet the groove. if we believe, then we concede an
ocean from the moon - let's believe, let's conceive and seize the winter's
spume. dance, my baby, dance, my baby, dance all summer long. dance, my
baby, dance, my Lady - dance against all wrong.

LIKE JEAN HARLOW'S FAME
warder of a silent world, furled in occidental curls - carrying a bag of
fists
as if searching for a kiss - wicked woman, sired by flame - cornucope of
endlessshame -
warder of a silent world, furled in occidental curls.
like jean harlow's fame, hers is all a drunken game: sassy as the cars
above,
angels meet her in her love. warrior in clothes of blue - femme fatale in
all she do -
widow to the western world - silent woman with blind pearls - hers is all
a pregnant need, reigning over cowboy seed - cornucope of silent veins -
warder of a violent name.
like jean harlow's fame, hers is all a drunken game: sassy as the cars
above,
angels meet her in her love. wicked woman, girl of shame - silent witness
in the rain - bleach-blonde babette on the run - peroxide pornstar with a
gun - tho' she be a silent child, speech shall cool her in the wild, and,
as silent nations bless, violent minions shan't protest.
like jean harlow's game, hers is all a drunken game: sassy as the cars
above,
angels meet her in her love. a fly of passion on the wall, pulling down
the fights that thral, serving funsters in the main - silent witness to
the brain. wicked woman,
girl of tides - when she dies, she shall not rise, neither might the
chains of dreams warp aside her happy screams.
like jean harlow's fame, hers is all a drunken game: sassy as the cars
above,
angels meet her in her love. swagg'ring high, stagg'ring low, giving head
to toxic crows, crucified by herod skeins, shendless as a shower of pain -
whether making eyes at christ, or indicting men in heist - wicked woman -
hers is all cheek to cheek with jonah's caul.
like jean harlow's game, hers is all a drunken game: sassy as the cars
above,
angels meet her in her drug.

 

GARY SKIES....74 speed-written lines

Gary Skies, i've been painting me the gary seas
gorilla taping all the rings that slide
inside the shaking of a poppy tree
o Gary Skies, i need know why blue Gary Skies
cut opal seed
lo gary gary gary...
bad boys, pistols and plums, - makes my heart
seem the heart of the sun
bad days, pistols and ploves,
makes my heart seem the heart of a rose
o?
Gary Skies, i've been painting me the gary leaves
vanilla caping all of the kings which heed
gold hanging babylon babies....
oo a bed of bone digs cellves as dogdayed teas
reel inside the East
la la la la...
they put pills inside our motorcars
-as cat-cured sunned war drove crowed stars
then we danced inside a rocked sleeve
& we rained adown inside a seagulled town
.. O-YA
the sons of lovers leapt high - ah, clowns
caressed berry bombs
& the Ides of Death tricked a salt sound
to sea-hang funeral facing chicken dons
/ ?/
gary skies, oo, gary slides - we've been
weeping, weeping
the sleeping mind of God hears gold weed
& a daggered steed
raises Gary from Laden Ladies
...
bad boys raid the radios
teased toys raise light's rodeos
&, oo,. vagina hill is close behind such
mod mumbos must be fucked
-
mind winter goes to Hell
Gary Skies rings a prison-bell
& bad Mummy studies fist-ducked
keen cavvies of men & woollen
scope-sheeted rosed women....
oo Gary Skies, i've been painting me the gary seas
gorilla-taping all the keys which drive
inside the poppy trees
oo gary skies, i'll never know why gary dies
oo gary, gary, gary-.,.
gay gobbed horses net a naked room, as wives
widen into Buddha...
la la la lahhh uhhh...
bad boys, pistols & ploves
makes my heart seem the heart of a rose
bad girls, pistils & plagues
makes my heart seem as old as the grave
& old handed weepers raise
gary skies from out his gary sleeves
& we jump for a stereo's noisy need
,.
Gary was god's Minotaur
Gary was love's centaur spy
Geary Gary was god's kitchen door
Glad Gary heard the Mission asking why
men and Ghosts get high...
-i-i-i-i-
self is a Lie??
..
gary gary gary skies
never needs to answer why
gary gary gary skies
Nobodaddy licks the tides
& we run to sleep where a green bride
locks kiosks into fingers.....
..
Fishy men of Alcatraz
study dry eyes..
Lo
GARY SKIES....
Amen?? See Less?....

YOU HELD MY HEART

You held my heart each bluesday and
Sent my beating strictures on
Midst leavened flames and golden hands
Yours was No Man’s song. What

Did you think you were doing when
I caught you laughing at our love?
It’s things like this that kill the kiss
Of ages, rape the doves, and,
In idle straits of mastered sin,
Disclose to us our deadly aims
I do not serve you; see! I am
A maniac between the brains..

So may the winnowed sexists meet you
In your halfway house; may lands
Of lesser metals greet you
As you, devising, stand
This way, that way, in the sun,
Despising each corrective face

Now may your heaving loving stun
Another hated place?...

 

ABORTION STORIES (AFTER JIM MORRISON'S UNFINISHED SONG-POEM)

84 speed-written lines

Blood in the streets.
this town is brazen.
blood in the streets.
blood's following me.
blood in the trees.
this palace is laden,
with blood and bleeding
and blood conceived.
blood on the roofs.
my mind is fading.
blood at the roots.
this blood is cold.
blood on my boots.
these veins are ravens,
filled with the bloods
of madness old.
abortion stories, deaths are cleaving
dying babies from the seas.
abortion stories, deaths are stealing
stillborn mothers from the quays.
blood within blood.
blood and bleeding.
blood is the summer
in the grinding vein.
blood within blood.
blood and bleeding.
blood is the summer
in the soldered brain.
soldier, do not look up high;
the mind of god destroys the sky.
soldier, do not look away;
the mind of god bleeds in the clay.
soldier, fear the bleeding ground;
the mind of god is all around.
soldier, fear the lord today;
the mind of god is in decay.
blood in the streets.
this town is brazen.
blood in the hills.
blood's following me.
blood in the breeze.
this ocean's laden,
with blood and bleeding
and blood deceived.
blood in the shape of a scarlet number,
blood in the baths of the ships at sea.
blood is blood and blood lies bleeding.
blood is blood and blood turns keys.
abortion stories. blood lies bleeding.
abortion stories. blood is all.
abortion stories. blood's receiving.
abortion stories. blood must thral.
soldier, fear the bleeding brethren.
soldier, seize the bleeding ground.
soldier, seize the bleeding billions.
soldier, seize the skein of sound.
blood in the streets. blood's up to my elbow.
blood in the hills. blood's following me.
blood at the roots. blood's mind disabled.
blood on my boots. blood's all to see.
abortion stories. blood lies latent.
abortion stories. blood lies sheaved.
abortion stories. blood lies patent.
abortion stories. blood's a thief.
abortions in the streets of ireland, abortions in the streets of france,
abortions in the streets of england - abortion stories - blood must dance.
abortions in the streets of israel, abortions in the streets of spain.
abortion stories - blood lies raving - abortion stories, blood must stain.

blood within blood is the terrible kingdom.
blood within blood is the guillotine,
blood within blood is the terrible wisdom,
blood within blood is the sabine scream.
blood within blood is the terrible river,
blood within blood is the treacherous war,
blood within blood is the terrible rumour.
blood within blood. blood goes to the core.

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 rag.

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 mad. 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

OYTOWN STORY?

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-turning 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
travelled 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.

SOVEREIGNTY (after Manic Street Preachers)
While we were waiting, the world was dissipating, while we were
dissipating, god's eyes were dictating; while we were waiting, lust's hearse was
ruled by hating. while we were waiting, when god's brides were dilating. in
the beginning, when we were giving, in the beginning, when christ was
grinning. in the beginning, in the beginning, nothing could forfend our
sovereignty?!

while we were standing, the world was hanging, while we were
hanging, the birds were stabbing; while we were scabbing, lust's horse was
bragging, while we were bragging, blue birth was hacking. in the beginning,
when we were giving, in the beginning, when christ was grinning?!

in the
beginning, in the beginning, nothing could forfend our sovereignty. while
we were aping, the word was shaking, while we were shrieking, the earth was
weeping; while we were living, blue birth was spinning. in the beginning,
when we were giving, in the beginning, when christ was grinning. in the
beginning, in the beginning, nothing could forfend our sovereignty. in the
beginning, when christ was singing. in the beginning, in the beginning.

.................... ohhh is this the cusp of a dead hand?

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 rain. 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 old
- at the centre of the shame is the scented rain, and the scented rain is
endless pain. ... are we on the night-ship?

EMPYREAN GLEAM
he was a student of life, but he fell in love with an angel of christ; an
angel from above. sat in the rooms beneath the bicycle sheds, he was
taught into red bloom by the demon in his head.
she was old, she was
young, she was a teacher on the run; she was all he'd ever dreamed; an
empyrean scheme. she was young, she was old, she didn't have to be told;
she was all he'd ever dreamed, an empyrean scheme.
now the gods play
cricket with an old baseball, & the students at the wicket are slammed
against the wall. he was a student of life, but he lost his pride to an
angel of christ; a demon in disguise.
she was old, she was young, she was
a teacher on the run; she was all he'd ever dreamed; an empyrean scheme.
she was young, she was old, she didn't have to be told; she was all he'd
ever dreamed; an empyrean scheme.
behind the walking pavilions, the Lords
bat once again; in the centre of ireland, the lovelorn bombers reign. she
was old, she was young, she was a teacher on the run; she was an empyrean
scheme; a heart-raping academe. she was all he'd ever dreamed; a
twenty-carat scream; and all she did was pass him by with an empyrean
gleam...

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, shend
away the Lamb. 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 is 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
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 boat. do what's
done to u; do what's done to man. do what's done to u - never try to
understand.

WINDING FRONT-DOOR
i'm standing outside your front-door - i've seen that front-door once
before, when i was five or maybe ten; when i was looking for a friend.
please don't burn me with your flame; this old front-door is old as pain &
invites me to give again, to meet my mother in the rain. winding
front-door carry me, carry me where i should be, carry me to time's
concourse, to times when love was sure as gorse. standing madly in the
lane, i see such children in my brain; i see them dance & fade away; i see
such kingdoms in delay. please don't burn me with your flame; this old
front-door is warm as pain, & invites me to give again; to find new
shelter in death's vein. winding front-door, carry me, carry me where i
should be, carry me to time's concourse, to times when love was sure as
gorse. i'm standing outside your front-door; the cold comes through me
like before, & i am waiting for your love, for those who live in domes
above. please don't burn me with your flame; this old front-door is warm
as pain, & invites me to give again, to find dead brothers in light's
skein. winding front-door, carry me, carry me where i should be, carry me
to time's concourse, to times when love was endless force.

THE MAN IN THE SHROUD

standing on a hill with his head in a cloud, the man in the shroud moves
outside the crowd, and nobody asks him if he's modest or proud. the man in
the shroud, the man in the shroud. roundabout the world, this turin child
makes sound, and he makes sounds on empty and he makes sound resound, and
nobody cares to question as his vocal blood sings loud. the man in the
shroud, the man in the shroud. and he never cares to question as his
shrouded ways decry, and he doesn't care to question how his soul lives in
the sky, and nobody thinks to wonder why his metalled mortal wrath lies
riven in the centre of a mettled turin cloth. the man in the shroud. the
man in the shroud, the man in the shroud. the man in the shroud.

LEONI MACARONI

leoni, leoni; i've just met a girl full of macaroni. leoni, leoni; i've
just met a girl full of macaroni. on pasta heels, leoni's world regales
the trees in search for pearls; regales the sun in search for ships;
regales the come in search for crypts. leoni, leoni; i've just met a girl
full of macaroni. leoni, leoni; i've just met a girl full of pasta pony.
leoni baby, leoni blue, roman empires fellow you. leoni baby, leoni child,
roman empires seal your smile, & where the papist thrones refrain into
roman, caesared veins, down comes time and down goes you, ms. leoni
macaroni blue. leoni, leoni,. i've just met a girl full of macaroni.
leoni, leoni. i've just met a girl full of pasta pony. leoni, leoni, leoni
macaroni. goog-goog-a-choo. leoni full of pony.

IF I COULD STOP THE TIME

if i could stop the time, then there would be a way to join the faceless
child in fields of yesterday, and there would be such dreams for children
to unfold; dreams of endless burning in meadows manifold. if i could stop
time, then endless youth i'd see, and every endless season would be a
gallow tree, and every gallow tree would be a place for breath; a place
where endless burning would marry my behest. if i could stop time, if only
time were mine to cease, then everywhere i'd find an eastern lake of
peace, and peace would drown me kindly and peace would drown me well. if i
could only stop the time, then youth should thrill and swell. time, i've
seen u murder the best of mine and me - now is the time to marry to the
times that cannot see - & i shall see time cease, for time is seldom mine,
and in that time must cease, my mind shall tow the line, and in that time
must cease, all love shall cease to shine. if i could stop the time, if i
could only live, then desecrated madrigals should celebrate to give, and
time should cease forever, and time should learn to blow a kiss, and time
should earn its pleasure, and know how much a child is missed.

 

 

SPATIAL SUMMER 1

 

Spatial summer - led ded asteroids collide & bruise: a comae on a fender,
like ashen love, our vehicle lords disprove. Set red beneath the hashpipe
- a sigma seance - the ghasted gods conceive: spatial summer - like
wicked truth, the ark of death deceives. Demnotic mumma, semen drummer,
when once the ghost began, what news?
In which angled park of angels; beneath which road did time confuse?
Under dicta, under spanish fervour,
which the sword of light

that carries us back home.
Spatial summer, sunder, thunder; dogdayed rite, which way love's dome?
Spatial, the sickle, first purdah ghost of israel; spatial, the number,
the cretaceous hero's war; spatial, stained suckotash, skein of
ultraviolet; spatial, adolf stickla, the scream behind the maw.
Spatial, demeter, ruined ruby of red sacrifice; spatial, the void, the
glove-gleamed scent of hero's death; spatial, the winter, the staining
artifice of emptiness; spatial, spatial sumner, doom deriver in the fuse
of breath.
Whispered acritudes in ferment, such are the fusions love can't keep: sat
in churches full of eagles, led ded as summer, death dements our sleep.
Sapt at veinmost, thundered under metal, scarlet under sadness, our
laughing heroes wail. Like a womb-tomb ghostling, burned where birth is
madness, a knifeling in a rumour, this spatial summer rails.
Spatial summer, drummer, sunder, thunder - slammed in hatred's hand, the
Freudian chieftan rules: sirened under mania, in a bonded state of
failure, under dreams of empty hallways, hallucination spools. Spatial is
our fusion, spatial, our confusion: spatial, sickness summons; in petrol
pools, we hear light's flames:
spatial is our rumour, the coming of all humour:
spatial, our cloven vestuaries, our schemings under rain.
Licking the phallic towers, coming down from dementia,
our spatial drum, denied in beats of maternitizing scream, like the
druggard gut round the heart of the sun, dignifies the ghoul in the pastel
wards obscene;
slitting wrists of powder, letting no ghost go.
Spatial summer, drummer, sunder, thunder: slammed in hatred's hand, our
summer truths forego.
Spatial, the sickle, first locker ghost in scarlet;
spatial, the number, the cretaceous hero's war; spatial, drained
suckotash, skein of ultraviolet; spatial, adolf stickla, the dream behind
the maw.
Spatial, demeter, ruined ruby of red sacrifice; spatial, the void, the
love-lamed scent of hero's death; spatial, the summer, the staining
edifice of emptiness;
spatial summer, doom deriver - led ded fission under breath.
Spatial summer, zero thunder, spatial, spatial summer:
spatial summer, delusion; fusion sunderer,
spatial, spatial summer.

 

MEADOW BABY LOGIC

Meadow baby logic, madam hypnogogic: baby, lady, Sexy Sadie's rocket; for
these bad fruits, I rail & sail into a century of masochistic sockets; &
then the shogun berry rolls, rocks & rolls adown my pickled chin, & meadow
baby is Sexy Sadie & Sexy Sadie sires me a meadow wind, & meadow is mellow
& meadow is yellow & meadow baby logic is a chinless halo, & meadow baby
is Sexy Sadie & Sexy Sadie is meadow baby king.

Meadow baby logic, madam hypnogogic: baby, lady, Sexy Sadie's rocket;
gorillas going sonic are the sermons in a bonnet, & meadow baby,
crabber-locker lady, is pornographic sonnet to the sea, & pornographic
sonnet is a rocket going sonic & rocket going sonic is a mad oak tree, &
Sexy Sadie is crabber-locker lady & crabber-locker lady is meadow baby
spring & crabber-locker springtime spreads its wings.

Meadow baby logic, pornographic sonnet: baby, lady, crabber-lock laconic;
if I take me to a dance, shall the crabber-lockers rave; if I take me all
a prance, shall a crabber lock my grave? & if Sexy Sadie ain't meadow
baby, might the crabber-locker lady cry? & if meadow baby ain't Sexy
Sadie, might the crabber-lockers reach the sky? & if meadow baby ain't a
crabber-locker lady, where the hell might Sadie fly?

Meadow baby logic, crabber-lock bubonic: sonic, sonnet, proof-reading in a
bonnet: Sexy Sadie, crabber-locker baby, sonic, sonnet, crabber-locker
tonic: if the meadow flies, shall the meadow maidens rise, or shall meadow
mellow eyes come tumbling from the skies? For a meadow is mellow & mellow
is halo & halo is as mellow as a yellow blade of grass, & meadow is halo &
meadow baby yellow is Sex Shakespearo & Shakespearo under glass is meadow
baby logic, is the hypnogogic vast.

 

ASLEEP AT THE WHEEL

I've been driving all day long, I've been driving past all wrong: tell my
wife I won't be long. Asleep at the wheel, Asleep at the wheel. I've been
driving home to you, I've been driving wheels of blue: save my life, for
now I'm through. Asleep at the wheel, Asleep at the wheel. At the wheel,
time's timeless cell sees into you as roadways pass, sees into you, as
dead motels empty their pities into the past. Asleep at the wheel, I
hardly dare suffer enough for God this day: as I go through gears &
tunnels, I return to no true fray. Asleep at the wheel, Asleep at the
wheel, Asleep at the wheel, Asleep at the wheel. I prefer telephone to
home, pendant home, telephone: tell my wife I'm all alone. Asleep at the
wheel, Asleep at the wheel, Asleep at the wheel, Asleep at the wheel,
Asleep at the wheel, Asleep at the wheel, Asleep at the wheel.

GOODBYE SON......
.

SPATIAL SUMMER 2

Spatial summer, spherical azure void:
in the screams of endless thunder,
time's red asteroid,
like a scarlet sickle rumour, lams aside the sun:
like a womb of endless number, the tomb within us drums.
Moon, dawn opus,
forest forge of metal heroes:
deep in dogday crucifix, the ark of summer burns;
like a tauran epitaph, with destruction slit in mind,
under domes of lightning, the dreams of summer grind.
Coda lantern, language in denial -
light, what for the hearse of God?
In which room of leather, under which dark wing of tides,
beneath which summer river, does the dark avenger ride?
Spatial summer, stabbing force of
fuse inside the head:
wind swiper, sweeping softly, how now shall recusancy tread:
what for the metal peeples, the hedoned herods under glass:
what for steepled injun stones,
what for bones beneath the vast?
I am the one who opened the sun, I am the one
who opened the moon,
I am the one who opened the tongue,
I am the one who opened the womb,
I am the one with eyes on empty,
I am the one with zen-tithed skin,
I am the one with eyes on enemy,
I am the one with lizard sin,
I am the one with snake-skin sentries,
I am the one with snake devise,
I am the one with
the no. on my casket,
I am the one with
rattlesnake eyes.
Spatial summer, endless sunderer,
thunder rumba queen, come lend me penury,
shend away the spheres behind all wonder,
thunder rumba queen, come lend me century;
rend away the asp, the Abaddon sheet,
rend, shend, bend; burn the summer from
my meat.
I am destruction, a circuit circus
turning endless:
I am seduction, the bud of Oedipal demise:
777 is the no. on the transept, 777 is the no. on the sun,
777 is the no. on the signet, 777 is the no. on the gun,
777 is the no. on the magnet, 777, magenta blood is all,
777, the snake of ashen conflict: 777, the serpent thunder
on the crawl.

No more for news, no more for blues,
no more for vendors on the rise,
no more for news, no more for clues,
no more the summer in disguise:
no more the idol empty,
no more the graveward mind,
no more the angel emery,
no more the razors
in God's spine.
I am the sun, the Cimmerian guardian:
through doors of gold, my haloes razed away:
I am the one, the Cimmerian guardian:
through doors of gold, my heroes broke away.
End, crucifixion, the lizard in
the nave of death,
end, crucifixion, the lizard in
the nave of breath,
end, crucifiction, the lizard in
the nave of tears,
end, crucifixion, the lizard of
the graveward spheres.
Spatial summer, here today,
gone like sorrow's number:
like a cobra in a cave, the tiger's guile
destroys love's thunder;
like a river full of fusion, the spatial summer's
a fist in bud
spatial, spatial, spatial summer,
gone away like hero's love.
spatial, spatial, spatial summer,
gone away like hero's love.
.. Are we on the knife-trip?

 

THE BALLAD OF DAVY JONES
standing in the fathomless ocean, trying to find the davy dark,
u know the
depths of the endless oceans were darker than the ark,
and though the fish
were singing, nobody came around
to console the coastal choirboys, nor any
muse was drowned
the diver said a sermon and the seamless waves sucked
up, and then was seen the sight of mister davy luck
with umbrella underhand and a timepiece undershroud,
down, down, down came davy jones
the proud.
with umbrella underhand and a timepiece undershroud, down,
down, down came davy jones the proud.
the diver said a sermon and the seamless waves turned round, but nobody would scorn to see just how
drowning sounds, and down, down, down came davy jones the proud, and down,
down, down came davy jones the proud...
davy jones, davy jones, no man here
could break the stones, neither could the sun in space save us from the
human race. davy jones, davy jones, no man here could break the stones,
neither could the golden one save us from the river's run
O time's come to eat the burning sun?!
don't u look at me with those terrible blue eyes
terrible blue eyes are
the heart of big danger
don't u look at me with those terrible blue eyes
terrible blue eyes are the heart of mad manger
don't u look at me, don't
u look at me, don't u look at me with those terrible blue eyes
don't u
look at me, don't u look at me, don't u look at me with those terrible
blue eyes
don't u look at me with that terrible blue gaze terrible blue gaze
is the heart of big stranger
don't u look at me with that terrible blue gaze terrible blue gaze is the heart of lone ranger
terrible blue
eyes make the terror in a day. terrible blue eyes make mystery rave away
terrible blue eyes make the hills fall down terrible blue eyes forsake
this world for sound
don't u look at me, don't u look at me, don't u look
at me with those terrible blue eyes. don't u look at me, don't u look at
me, don't u look at me with those terrible blue eyes
yoh, blithe moonman, hiss?!...

INDIAN STORM
indian priesthood; feather-shaping demon; summer under ghast-shine; instant
state of dreaming. storm, form, scorn, dawn, dawn, form, scorn, form. here
today, gone tomorrow, gone eastways, with mojo's sorrow. feather to flower
to flower to feather. indian priesthood; measure-snaking weather. play the
ghost-song, Lady; play the ghost-song, Baby - give to hero, summon up
blood thunder; give to hero, summon up dead slumber. the world at one is
zero seed, the world at one is nero deed. instant priesthood, indian dawn,
indian priesthood, indian storm. gravewardly serried, heaven is death's
leader. gravewardly serried, heaven is death's breeder. play the ghost
song, Baby, play the host song, Lady. feather to flower to flower to
feather. indian priesthood, see light sever. indian storm, indian storm -
all the world's an indian storm - no time for the summer, no time for
florrid rooms - all the world is a measureless womb. indian priesthood,
white disease, indian priesthood, woman under seas. play the ghost-song,
Brother, seize the Sun & wail. Play the ghost-song, Mother, seize the Sun
& flail. form, storm, dawn, scorn, scorn, dawn, form, scorn. feather to
flower to feather under leather. seize the Stars, Lady, seize them in
their pleasure. play the ghost-song, play your neon note; play the
ghost-song; rage against the oat. the world beneath world beneath world is
dream. the dream beneath dream beneath dream is scheme. indian priesthood,
injured storm, indian priesthood, pluperfect dawn. loss proves real as carmino
slams. loss proves real as carmino lams. indian priesthood; feather-raping
demon; summer under ghast-shine; sin-spun state of screaming. feather to
flower to flower to feather. feather to flower to endless pleasure. rend,
shend, shape; come reap the baby weather. feather to flower to flower to
feather. rend, shend, shape; come reap this senseless measure.

 

C/O BLIND DREAMS (after T Rex)

Yellow mellow custard colonel, mellow yellow bustard dog, purple strangers
spy on mangers, mellow masons yield red hods: in the singlet, under
hammer, beneath the gauntlet of a gun, mellow yellow is the fellow to the
spermazotic sun. Here is the Buddha Cat: a Buddha Cat has fifty lives:
here is the Buddha Cat: a Buddha Cat lives in a hive. Mellow is the yellow
halo, yellow is the bell of praise: under thunder, snapt from tundra,
mellow metal flumes the blaze: purple rangers spy on strangers, mellow
myrtle is the sky: under thunder, snapt from tundra, darkness spumes &
fusion dies. Here is the Buddha Cat: a Buddha Cat has fifty lives: here is
the Buddha Cat: a Buddha Cat lives in a hive. Yellow come the eyes of
empty, empty strikes the dollar que: deep in signal skeins of plenty,
mellow metal summons dew: in the anvilnooks of madness, down from
graveward skies, all love, like some manna man of sadness, scatters seed
on heaven's rug. Here is the Buddha Cat: a Buddha Cat has fifty lives:
here is the Buddha Cat: a Buddha Cat lives in a hive: here is the Buddha
Cat; a Buddha Cat is Jesus Christ: here is the Buddha Cat; a Buddha Cat is
Jesus Christ.

Word of dementia; heard it on the underground: web word summer, sickness
from an undersound: set in gusset bleeding, like a madam madman on the
run; word of dementia, word I hear deny the Son. Word of destruction;
injected it from heroine: web word winter, sensed the sickness coming in:
set in gusset bleeding, like a madam madman burning; word of destruction,
word of madness spurning. Web word, dirt word - Dr. Dedly, hear my song:
dirt word, web word - Dr. Dedly, do some wrong: searching under oil
slicks, with master mucus moons away: web word, dirt word - Dr. Dedly,
hear me pray. Syringe skin meserschmit, zero halo under skin; as we find
our Onan Christs, failing on, we demean: raping merkin maidens, with U.S.
Kings aside to all, web word, dirt word: Dr. Dedly, hear me fall. Suffer?
Ever so, dead friend: suffer? why not greet the end; why not make it with
your ID; slit the sun & maim the squid? Why not maim Leviathan, why not
make the sea things come? Suffer? Ever so, dead friend: suffer? why not
greet the end. Web word, dirt word, Dr. Dedly, hear my song: web word,
dirt word, Dr. Dedly, do some wrong: searching under oil slicks, with
master mucus moons away; web word, dirt word, Dr. Dedly, greet decay.

She's a filthy sweet priest, woman going East: she's a filthy sweet
priest, woman going East: she's in touch with the nature of the Beast:
she's a filthy sweet priest, woman going East. She swings the stars, she
knows God's name: she's got the universe reclining in her veins; & she is
sure & she is hard: she's got the universe dictating like a bard. She's a
filthy sweet priest, woman going East: she's a filthy sweet priest, woman
going East: she's in touch with the nature of the Beast: she's a filthy
sweet priest, woman going East. She wears a bow, she wears a chain: she's
got the universe reclining in her veins; & she is pure & she is all: she's
got the universe dictating like a pall. She's a filthy sweet priest, woman
going East: she's a filthy sweet priest, woman going East: she's in touch
with the nature of the Beast: she's a filthy sweet priest, woman going
East.She owns the sun, she owns the moon: she's got the universe reclining
in her womb; & she is sure & she is plain: she's got the universe
dictating like a brain. She's a filthy sweet priest, woman going East:
she's a filthy sweet priest, woman guru feast: she's in touch with the
nature of the Beast: she's a filthy sweet priest, woman going East; she's
a wander lust leech: swiped woman, join the fucking feast....

o-lah!

 

IN THE BEGINNING (after Dylan Thomas)
in the beginning of poetry's mallow, from first to last, the climbing face

fawked across the skies laid fallow; one shower of motion sired the waste;

and, like cyphers in conjunction, earth and fire mixed as they raced.
in the beginning of poetry's barrow, syllabic and starry as a tarry smile,

from the births and heirs of mallow, round the heavens span the child;
rhyme and tide sent forth their rangers and the tunes of madness rained.
in the beginning was music's centaur;
before and
after was the coptic vein.
in the beginning of poetry's swallow that set alight the sparring spark,
time and tide sent forth their fellow and the moons of magmas ark,
shining where all seas lay narrow, wired the jaws of jesu's art.
in the beginning was the whorl of words which, from sky-slit aces, spiked;

and the sovereigns and the birds of squiring music, skewered and ripe,
flew and banged against rhyme's panic, and then came the moaning pipe.

in the beginning of poetry and after; in the misgivings of the secret
brain,
rhyme and tide sent forth their rangers and the tunes of madness reigned.
in the beginning was music's centaur;
before and
after was the optic train...

 

THE MERCURY MUSEUM
we're in the mercury museum, we're in the mercury museum; there are
shelves of boiling blood, ritual rotors, severed love. the eyes look down
and we are lost, lost in mercury pentecost. we're in the mercury museum,
in the endless space museum. in the mercury museum, one millions minds are
faded now, in the mercury museum, the other side is sacred cow, in the
mercury museum, the muse that writes is dylan christ. we're in the mercury
musuem, we're in the museum of mercury. we're in the mercury museum, in
the endless space museum, we're in the mercury museum, living fast inside
dead neon. shelves of blood, ritual love, severed dreams, broken spleens,
trendless living, endless theft - death, death, death, death! we're in the
mercury museum, the endless space museum. we're in the mercury museum,
we're in the mercury museum.

,......

LAMERICA (KRYPTON SPACE-ENEMY?)

interhouse. here today, gone tomorrow, gone westways with no-one's sorrow.
we are the soul inspectors, we are the soul defectors. eyes on empty,
LAMERICA, eyes like twenty, LAMERICA. in the house, under house, over
house, interhouse. where guards refuse, the words push through, where
guards refuse, the words disprove. in the house, under house, over house,
interhouse. here today, gone tomorrow, gone westways with no-one's sorrow.
fusion, confusion, denusion. confusion, fusion, delusion. in the house,
over house, under house, interhouse. over house, under house, interhouse,
endless house. LAMERICA! LAMERICA! LAMERICA! LAMERICA! LA Child, LA Wild,
LA Wild, LA child! LAMERICA! LAMERICA! LAMERICA! LAMERICA! denusion,

fusion, confusion. confusion, denusion, fusion. denusion, fusion,
confusion. LAMERICA! (Collusion). LA Sun, LA Womb, eyes on empty, eyes in
tomb. graveward manna, graveward mania. LA Womb, LA Labia. under house,
over house, over house, interhouse. seek the sick before they die; ever
seek till angels fly. LAMERICA! LAMERICA! krypton sex empery. LAMERICA!
LAMERICA! voided state of century. LAMERICA! LAMERICA! siege seed thunder
under love. LAMERICA! LAMERICA! gold bead empire under glove. interhouse,
under house, over house, splinterhouse. cimmerian sucker, phaphosian
number. interhouse, under house, LAMERICA Rumba. fire beneath fire, world

beneath whirlwind. chemic priest of blood, alchemical pearlwind. LAMERICA!
LAMERICA! wild child rumour. LAMERICA! LAMERICA! wild child humour. source
of chimera - the lamb of love lies whipped to death. source of ephemera -
the lamb of love lies whipped by breath. summer knows no centre, nor do
any chieftans gyre. LAMERICA! LAMERICA! romantic sickle wire. interhouse,
over house, under house, splinterhouse. splinterhouse, sphincterhouse,
endless inter-questing house. the monday men are coming in, along
comesIsis, cold as sin. beneath the rose, the world lies spielling.

beneath the robe, the snake lies reeling. world on fire, sun on fire, moon
on fire, endless fire. the word of god is martian surrender. world on
fire, this birth's no splendour. moot accord of eaten women - womb under
womb, the gate is open. the fence of death is wrought from laughter -
herod, give me light's hereafter. interhouse, under house, over house,
splinterhouse. tender come the schemers, rended is the night. bird of
tomorrow, take me on your flight. naughty demon lover, naughty demon lady
- heroic is death's century, as dead as heaven's baby. denusion, fusion,
delusion, denusion, fused confusion. LAMERICAN Dream, pyre under pyre,
LAMERICAN Scheme, fire under fire. eyes, first optic of the box that

sweats. eyes, first optic of the rock that wrecks. eyes, as endless as
the hunter's suffrage. eyes, as endless as the neon meadows. eyes, this
girl gathers shells for her furies. eyes, this girl farms the shores for
truth. eyes, no man is the endless sickle sentry. eyes - underhouse, the
fire's uncouth. LAMERICA! LAMERICA! LAMERICA! LAMERICA! fist the fusion,
make her scream. LAMERICA! the serpent dream. LA Child, LA Wild, LA Wild,
LA Child. the home is burning, let the winter come. the home is burning,
let the madness come. the home is burning, as wicked as the sea. the home
is burning - let sulphur be. the home is burning, as trendless as the
dawn. LA Wild, LA Child - no more peace, just form.

........

jdb 1999.

DAY IN THE KNIFE....................127 speed-witten lines

Wow, what with youths, nudes & cradle-vice
We must live upstairs
Wow, what with veins, dudes & candle-Christs
We must live in hairs
& we make up sin from skinny heirs
& we see a summer of lice
Dreaming of a vaginal sea-height
^& the lords of green Hell
Hang loud tocsins from a funeral bell?
The god of chilled winter summons
Ivy-bines & radio sirens
& the cods of quickened diamond
Daub a dragger with alarms
& the screens of saviours harden
& the wolves of windows
Shadow feral taxicabs
.
Ambulant idols pray where sin
Casts a crab upon
A tree of murder; O, as the sun
Streams from deadened guns
Then mandarin currencies strum
Washy city guitars,
& we smoked all ruddy year
& we choked on a bald tear
La
We must live in hollows &
We must hear sex break?
..
I stood against god’s jeep
O, I lathered after gem-sleep
& the countries of my mind’s heap
Combed a busman’s leer
..
The wives of woollen dew had
Impassable rings
- The widows of old stings
Cut a hairnet from Hero’s dad
A time bomb had
A city’s flag; & old sleep
Sent us to dreams of
Islands & cabs
& the wives of the dew saw wheat
Crying, crying,
Oh!?
The first fruited face we had
Dappled under Dali
O the fierceness of space
Cut us
& we fell into the moon
& the sandmen of the mad
Rode us unto Sunday
& the doctors of our tune
Rode a dilly space
Tut-tut-tut-tut…
I espy a cold tent
O I sleep out in a star
I espy a soft mint – ah, as my car
Carries donuts West
Then diaries will teach the poor
& dairies in a hill
Must read our wills-& starred scent
Leads us to blue water…
The side of a mill has eyes
O the birds in a frill
keep sties
& when once mistress Aladdin
Drops a can in the rain
Then we supper after Paladin
& whispering skeins
Play pool with dollies
& a world at one out-grabs
Daughters of teenaged brollies
Factories harvest old women.
Nunneries arrest rolled children
& odes to god’s navel
Dig steps with bestial eye-cradles.
The wags of stairs are filled
&, la, the rags of prayers
Are wrapped in sylvan snares
& we swore for men
& we fed heels to hens; & moon heirs
Chauffeur Monks unto
A green space where May’s shoe
Hobbles against pierced blued
Bodied stasis
& a junky in a bed uses a metal bin
& the pigs of aces
Grunt for spunk!!!!
Get off your horse &
Drink your milks
Get off for the force
& drink hot silks?
-
Millers weep for fire when spun wind
Swirls, swirls
Get off your horse &
Drink your stilts
Get off- Lo- cum let reflection
Dazzle prunes with sand
Lo hear now a cocking horse
Swelled up by the juices of the city
Oo give a good hand
To the gal on the piano
Ohh.
Let wisdom suck yon island?!!!
.
A wizardry of widows weds the body
& the body bountiful listens to diddy
& a mean green mummy body
Drives a sitar
Under churches, where ova under tar
Sink fish beneath
Stinking crocus cigars
Aqueous beauty paces
O old viscous ladies peer from laces
& blind blondies
Brag for mirrors…
We awoke with a mean start
Then fell into the rain
& the rest sucks a jam tart.
Uh ho ah ho ha
Uh ho ah ha ha......
AMEN!
....

A SONG BY MYSELF:187 speed-written lines!
THE LOVE SONG OF J. ALFRED PRUFROCK
(a popsong rewrite of T.S. Eliot's
world-famous poem)

Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against a winter's sky,
Like a patient etherised upon a table,
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering hectoring retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap motels

Let us go then, you and I,
When evening is spread in a winter's eye.
Let us go through half-deserted streets,
The muttering hectoring retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap motels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells.
Let us go, let us go
ohhhh.

And indeed there will be times
For the yellow smoke that slides the streets
Rubs its backs upon the window-panes;
There will be time, there will be time,
To bare a face to the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a plastic plate:
Time for you and time for me;
Time for you and time to see

And time yet for one hundred indecisions,
And for one hundred visions and televisions
Before the scaling of a gallow tree

And indeed there will be time
To wonder, ‘Do I dare?’ and, ‘Do I dare?’
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald-spot in the middle of my hair
(They will say: ‘How his hair is grown from air"
All the women say: ‘How his hair is grown from air"

 

Do I dare or do i dare
Do I dare to care
do i dare to climb the stair?!

* O

My car
Exhales
sex dust
-i am on the bust
Laa
my keen car rusts
and mean kinema sweats lust,.

In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse
In a minute, there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will enhearse

Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
Do I dare disturb a lunatic hearse?
ohhh, Viol?!.

 

For I have known them all already, known them all,
Have known the ev'nings, mornings, afternoons,
And I have known the eyes already, known them all,
The eyes that fix you in a formulated grave
And when I am formed, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,

Sex writhes
And lightning entertains
Violation's zimmer-frame
aha...
aha

O

My car
Exhales
sex dust
i am on the bust
Laa
my keen car rusts
and mean kinema sweats lust

*

Arms that lie along a table or wrap around a shawl
Are not here at all
And how should I presume?
And how should I begin to forgive?

Alabaster moonshine
Soothes my sprig
ah, ooo,

Do I dare or do i dare
Do I dare to care
do i dare to climb the stair?!

Shall I say I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
And watched the smoke that rises from the sleep
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves,
Oh, Goodbye sweet love
laid God, help me?
uh ho...

 

*

And the afternoon, the ev'ning, sleep so peacefully
Smoothed by long fingers,
Asleep…tired…Death malingers
Stretched on the floor, aside you and me
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
Have the strength to force a rape to Isis
And, in short, I am afraid:
And, in short, I am sun-laid

Fuck Fuck Fuck
Kill Kill Kill
Thrill Thrill Thrill
OOOOOOO!

and rides live for
Viol
OOOOOOO.

* aha

O

My car
Exhales
sex dust
-i am on the bust
Laa
my keen car rusts
and mean kinema sweats lust

Would it have been worth while
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, Lo!
’
Othello was
Masked Mario
`Ohh?
`Marello was a pumis
O.

My car
Exhales
sex dust
- i am on the bust
Laa
my keen car rusts
and mean kinema sweats lust,

Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me,
Should I, after cakes and scalding tea
Have the strength to force the moment to its aces
I am no prophet - and here’s no great matter
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,

And in short, I am
gun-raised
and in short i am afraid
zzzzz
ssss

Othello snipes
Darkness
And the seas burn, burn, burn *

I grow old…I grow old…
yes, yes, i grow cold
uh i grow old..i grow cold

Here there are sausage thumbs
And surrealist pictures
Hanging from four walls
Here there are sausage sons
And woman painting dentures
Inside the daughter of a wax scroll

*

Lightning delves for
A thunderflash
Galileo
Seeks space
Oh! come see the sleeve around Christ's face?
Oh, do cum
O- do use a staplegun?

*
I do not think that mermen will sing for me
I have seen them riding seawards on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown black
When the wind blows the water...
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweeds red and brown
Till human voices wake us,-
la let's get out of here and raid the town,
.
lahh
We drive christ back home?
...

O!!!!
Ohhhh

My car
Exhales
sex dust
-i am on the bus
Laa
my keen car rusts
and mean kinema sweats lust

Dolls drool, drool, drool
skulls rule, rule, rule

DID ALADDIN FEED ME?..

.....

SIGHTS (in memory of John Reginald Halliday Christie)in excess of 201 lines?

 

There once was a knot named christie
whose sex was a cockless mystery.
when women came near,
he acted right queer,
then gassed them and ground them to history
Then there was this stitch named ethel
who married this dickless devil.
when she found out
what her man was about,
he hacked her up with a shovel.

*
while controlling a sad song, i saw such eyes;
riven, they were the eyes of age,
the eyes that time had cast aside,
& those eyes were the eyes of a preacher
whose eyelids preached unto the poor:
such eyes; i did not think that
such eyes could glister & claw.
Man's pain is a glimmer, man's pain is a door;
man's pain is a mirror, that won't
refract what's behind & before:
man's pain is a girl
with beards where hands should be;
man's pain is a eunuch,
& that eunuch ain't looking at me.

*
Eyes that fade and eyes that see
fade out into their idle seas;
eyes that lie in shattered lanes
wail amid an eyeless scream;
eyes that blind and eyes that crawl
blankly, through a scarlet wall
these are the eyes that I have seen;
these are the eyes of eyeless theme.
Fade out, fade out, fade out these skulls in scheme;
my heart's a shattered cistern, & my soul, a basin dream:
my love of tides is bloody, is bloody in its surf;
my sensual guise is full of lies
that blast against the earth.
Fade out, fade out, fade out this eyeless birth:
the times eyes spend with failure
lie riven in their girth;
the times eyes sight on Judas Christ
lie raping in a tear - fade out, fade out,
fade out this faceless year!
Fade out, fade out, fade out along death's vein:
if time and tide must open wide, what sea shall death contain?
Fade out, fade out, fade out these rivered dregs;
all love is dead: inside the head,
the love of death is red.
Fade out along a veil, fade out along the seed;
fade, fade, fade, fade against all need;
fade, fade, fade, fade, and fade again,
that the killer's sense of love
might seethe away the brain.
Fade, fade, fade, fade forever on;
fade out against the moon, and the woman in the sun:
fade out along the spine, fade out along a pout;
now fade and fade again;
fade completely out.

*
Such eyes! and would such eyes that see
blare bloodily into the trees,
eyes that stare through bleeding lids
would blare forever through the ribs.
Such eyes! and would such eyes that serve
betray the butler and his words,
such eyes that cripple like a breeze
would serve the madman's wheeze.
Eyes that fade and eyes that rave,
eyes that fade into the maw;
eyes that rave and eyes that fade,
must fade out through murder's door;
eyes that glut and gut and crave,
eyes that bleed their sightless scores;
eyes that glut and gut and crave,
must fade out through murder's door;
eyes that glut and gut and crave,
eyes that bleed their sightless scores;
eyes that glut and gut and crave;
eyes like these must fade once more.
Eyes must fade into their screams,
eyes must fade entirely out;
eyes that fade through tidal dreams,
must fade into doubt;
eyes must fade and eyes must slave
after murder; eyes that see;
eyes whose purposeless parade
fades into rivers, eyes like these
must assign to eyeless minds,
must assign to eyeless palls:
eyes that glut and eyes that crave;
eyes like these live in the walls.
Eyes! such eyes I did see;
such eyes as never thought to be,
such eyes as never thought to see,
such eyes, such eyes.
eyes whose role in life is doom,
eyes whose seeing rapes the womb;
eyes! such eyes as living spares;
eyes! such eyes as living scares;
eyes that glut and eyes that crack,
eyes whose lids are roughly snapped:
eyes! such eyes as dying shares;
eyes! such eyes that climb the stairs.

*
While controlling a sad song,
while controlling music's wrong,
while controlling murder's ebb,
sights inside me woke the dead.
While controlling a sad song,
while controlling music's wrong,
while controlling murder's mind,
sights inside me broke the spine.
While controlling a sad song,
while controlling music's wrong,
while controlling murder's skein,
sights inside me broke the brain.
While controlling a sad song,
while controlling music's wrong,
while controlling murder's frame,
sights inside me rose in flame.
While controlling a sad song,
while controlling music's wrong,
while controlling careless death,
sights inside me broke the breath.
While controlling a sad song,
while controlling music's wrong,
while consoling careless love,
shrouds of darkness moved above.

*
The maid of mystery, she laid down
upon a mound of history;
now her eyes are full of sound
and clouds of dead maternity.
The darling Lord, he danced & cried
into a field of wheat;
now his heart is filled with lies
and nails that spurn and weep.

*
Save the scales of skin that fall
from your fine posterior;
I am sick of waiting for
your visits to my minds -
save those scales! come give to me
those spines that thral so well!
I am sick of scouring trees
with limbs that spoil in hell;
for you must be a whore to think
that I adore you for your form;
you, like other seives of months,
must strain away the dawn;
you, like other menstrual suns,
must assign to rumps of porn;
you, like other menstrual sons,
must assign to seven lawns.

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

*
Eyes that rave & eyes that fade,
eyes that sight the summer's lore:
eyes that rave and eyes that fade
must fade out through murder's door;
eyes whose role in life denudes,
eyes whose role in life deludes:
eyes whose seeing is deranged,
eyes like these must fade again;
eyes whose seeing never knows,
eyes whose seeing snaps the rose:
eyes whose lids lie carved in night,
eyes like these must greet the light;
eyes whose living sights no end,
eyes whose living ways must shend:
eyes whose being sights no truth,
eyes like these must seem uncouth;
eyes that live beneath the rain,
eyes whose ways must stain again:
eyes! such eyes that murder maims;
eyes like these must rape the brain;
eyes in skies whose dreaming spits,
eyes in skies whose dreaming splits:
eyes! such eyes that flail to live;
eyes whose living rapes the crib.
Eyes I've seen, such eyes without,
eyes whose fusion burns and routs:
eyes! such eyes of graveward leisure,
eyes! such eyes of graveward pleasure;
eyes I've seen, such eyes that reel,
eyes I've seen, such eyes that feel;
eyes! such eyes that well above;
eyes! such eyes that murder love.
Eyes I've seen, such eyes that strip
light from light, wick from wick:
eyes I've seen, such eyes that cry;
eyes of murder coil & die.
...
jdb 1992.

......

 

 

THE TIME113 speed-written lines

this is the time, this is the time -
the time of graves in the mind.
this is the time, this is the time -
i'll never save you from the wind.
this is the time, this is the time,
this is the time.
this is the time, this is the time -
the moons above do not define.
this is the time, this is the time -
the stars of summer fail to climb -
this is the time, this is the time -
i'll never save u from the wind.
this is the time,this is the time,
this is the time.
this is the time, this is the time -
the time of madness on the grind -
this is the time, this is the time -
the serpent in the sea of mind -
this is the time, this is the time,
this is the time.
this is the day -
the storm of sadness fails to save -
this is the day -
the storm of sadness flails to rage -
this is the word -
the shended winter on the rise -
this is the day, this is the day....
this is the night -
beneath the web of thunder,
translucence spirits worlds apart:
no more the way it was when young,
just abaddon's counterpart.
the sea of death is reigning
over hills in galilee -
build your ship, for u shall need it -
build your ship of death...
this is the time, this is the time -
the time of our elaborate spines -
this is the time, this is the time -
i'll never save u from the wind -
this is the time, this is the time
this is the time.
in the word, in the whirl,
in the never-ending swirl:
in the tide, in the rain,
in the never-ending brain:
in the maw of the war
that rages on the shore:
as much as death divides,
the way ahead must claw.
this is the time -
the time of dreams that never come -
this is the time -
the rended way in orizon:
if we seek the lunar temple,
what for the men who do not care?
if we seek the lunar temple,
what for the sirens in the air?
this is the time, this is the time
this is the time, this is the time -
no more the stars, just death run blind -
this is the time, this is the time,
this is the time..
went out to seize my woman -
the way ahead was wealer-deal -
went out to seize my woman -
the way ahead was neon steel.
the archer's skein is burning,
is burning cancer-black:
went out to seize my woman -
the night behind was
pearled in strap.
this is the time,this is the time -
i'll never save u from the wind -
this is the time, this is the time,
this is the time.
& out where man is living
for eight long miles of endless spite,
the spirit in the Northern Wind
lies raving where there is no night -
for loves that live forever,
for spaces rilled with river dreams -
for all the birds of pleasure -
each way man lives,
his woman screams.
this is the time,this is time:
the sickness in its neon spin:
this is the time, this is the time:
the mad, the bad, the madamed kin.
to raid the dark,to reap the blank -
no more to seek just time to die:
to find the iris in its clique,
to move the stone of jesu's cry -
this is the time, this is the time,
this is the time -
for chiliads of eastern truth,
the day ahead must seem uncouth.
this is the trime, this is the time -
i'll never save u from the wind -
& in the word, & under all,
and in the word, & with The Fall -
beneath the sap of christ in bud -
the bracken spiels
against the blood.
this is the time, this is the time,
this is the time.
this is the time, this is the time,
this is the time.
this is the end
of
rhyme.

.......

THE WHITE ROOM (THE SHITE ROOM)
the white room, the shite room.
eyes of endless love, denusion,
eyes of hand in glove, delusion.
the white room, the shite room.
eyes of endless death, delusion,
eyes of denied breath, confusion.
the early rose is slaughter-hour
- no more the prince, just bible tower.
the white room, the shite room.
eyes of endless dream, denusion,
eyes of hangdog scream, delusion.
the early rape is always real,
the nest to come is wealer-deal.
the white room, the shite room.
eyes of porno scum, delusion,
eyes as cruel as come, confusion.
seek the word before light thrums,
ruck the teat and dream of come.
the white room, the shite room.
eyes of endless sex, collusion,
eyes of mental text, illusion.
seek the bird of US breed,
stab the stage and shed some seed.
the white room, the shite room,
the bright womb, the classroom.
denusion, confusion, delusion -
do not doubt the teacher's drug.
denusion, delusion, confusion -
do not doubt the neon rug.
the white room, the bright room,
the bright room, the shite tomb.
spend nine years in the ark of chimera,
come on home to a ten-inch labia.
eyes on endless voyages to snuff,
eyes on endless voyages to puff.
calling the desert downstairs - do u hear me?
calling the desert downstairs - now revere me.
the white, shite room,
the bright, white womb.
eyes on a trip to the flunkey town,
eyes on a trip to the colour brown.
coprotic spinster, do you know death's name?
urine river, coptic stain.
the white room, the shite room - eyes on a voyage to cimmerian asia;
phaposian starling, stalin-sucking darling - do you know christ, then
think of merlin! shite, white, bright, ice rite, wight - seek the summer,
make it work, never cease
till god gets hurt.
eyes on empty, eyes in visa, eyes on empty, eyes in geizer.
the white room, the shite womb,
the shite womb, the bright tomb.
seen it in the papers, sensed the winter yearning,
seen it in the papers, sensed the summer gurning.
white, rite, bright, shite - white womb, white tomb, white rheum, white
spume.
no more the accidental, just the occidental.
endless winter voyage, endless ship of fools,
endless winter voyage, endless mental rule.
the white room, the shite room, the shite room, the white womb.
don't need a caucasian to prove us all american.
white room, shite room, white womb.

......

FUSION HRS (FROM A MYSTICAL PSYCHODRAMA The Parable of the Preacher Man) 256 speed-written lines.

Flowers, towers, fusion hrs,
magnesium rotors, helio powers;
palisades of burning light,
skeins of fission, endless night.
Towers turned ashen, Asian madness,
forging Zion, lion of sadness;
limitless dolls of metal, spurning,
Israeli sun, Holocaust yearning.
Flowers, towers, fusion hrs,
hatchets, signets, zen-tithed suns,
domesday stories, scarab drums:
flower of plenty, flower of pain,
flower gone empty, enemy brain -
in the window on death's widows,
endless spume the hangman's pillows.
Flower of duty, flower of passion,
flower of sadness in confession:
from the sun, red spheres unite,
on the run, red spheres ignite.
In the hearse of storming fuses,
haloes purse in cryptic uses;
danger manger, sulphur sermon,
in the darkness, death is certain.
Flower, multisony, petal's mission,
flower, multisony, green-skied kisson;
flower, power, tower of maiming,
in the mind, all thought's deranging:
in the angelled eye of time,
angled flows the spirit line;
in the rivers of the moon,
angled flows the drumming womb;
in the axis of death's love,
carring axles bear black gloves:
in the wick of Herod's name,
carring candles burn in shame.
Light destroys, night defines;
in the flames, fission climbs;
in the veinmost ark of fear,
fission climbs & deaths endear:
harpish son of modern man,
on the run, destruction lams;
in the timepiece on love's shoulder,
madly trips the minor's moulder:
in the canyons, under anvil,
madly furls the spirit wrangle.
Like a beast beneath the mind,
fusion hrs define love's spine;
like a beast beneath the womb,
fusion hrs define red doom;
in the hills of petrol music,
fusion splits the atom's permit;
in the rainbow, under fission,
fusion deifies & christens;
in the prism, under water,
spectral fission drowns in mortar:
flower, tower of burning flux,
under oceans, deaths construct.
Wreck of Christ, Deustchland scream,
in the furnace, madness gleams:
latent spume of panic's mania,
in the furnace, madness slavers.
Dead in veins of funeral summer,
past all passion, rifles sunder;
murder, purdah, flower of sadness,
under anvil, light strikes madness:
in the sequence of time's tearing,
stuttered fire the guns of staining;
flower of fusion, flower of murder;
purdah, murder, den-eyed stirrer;
flower, tower, river of delusion,
time must come, but time's confusion;
time must come, but won't know how,
death, denuder, time's last vow.
Moon, tomb, summer stone,
i am the one who opened bone,
tomb, moon, summer sky,
i am the one who opened die -
here today, gone tomorrow,
gone westways with autumn's sorrow -
moon, tomb, summer stone,
i am the one who opened moan.
moon, tomb, summer lie,
i am the one who opened cry,
summer sun, winter croon,
i am the one who opened doom -
here tomorrow, gone today,
gone with winter, stormed away -
moon, tomb, summer sun,
i am the one who opened come;
tomb, moon, summer gun,
am the one who lung -
here with scissors, here with rumour,
i am the one who opened humour -
moon, tomb, summer stone,
i am the one who opened drome.
summer skein, mystic cry,
i am the one who opened spy -
here today, gone tomorrow,
gone westways with no-one's sorrow -
moon, tomb, summer stone,
i am the one who opened groan,
moon, tomb, summer stave,
i am the one who opened grave,
moon, tomb, summer spine,
i am the one who opened crime -
under water, under season,
i am the one who opened reason
- moon, tomb, summer levee,
i am the one who opened prayerfree.
moon, tomb, summer stone,
i am the one who opened Rome,
moon, tomb, summer sphere,
i am the one who opened tear
- here together, here as one,
together ever, one on one,
i am the one who opened love,
i am the one who opened glove.
moon, tomb, summer stone,
i am the one who opened loam,
moon, tomb, summer slave,
i am the one who opened stave -
in the graveward art of number,
i am the one who opened thunder -
storm of music, storm of murder,
i am the one who opened purdah;
moon, tomb, summer stone,
i am the one who opened chrome.
moon, tomb, summer rave,
i am the one who opened rage -
inward seeker, sentient christ,
i am the one who paid the price -
here today, gone tomorrow,
gone westways with no-one's sorrow
- westward ho, westward dreamer,
i am the one who opened river,
westward river, westward tribe,
i am the one who opened live -
under spring, under seizure,
i am the one who opened fissure
- here today, here forever,
i am the one who opened pleasure.
moon, tomb, summer stone,
i am the one who opened dome,
moon, tomb, summer State,
i am the one who opened rape -
under horsehead, under hero,
i am the one who opened Nero -
friend to every, friend to low one,
i am the one who opened crow one.
moonsign, sunsign, starsign kith,
i am the one who opened kiss,
starsign, moonsign, sunsign manna,
i am the one who opened hammer -
no more no man, no man none,
summer sun lives on the run -
moonsign, sunsign, heaven drift
, i am the one who opened fist.
this is all the worlds we know -
moonfist, sunfist, flailing snow -
this is all the worlds we gain -
moonfist, sunfist, flailing rain -
this is all the vein of summer -
moonfist, sunfist, alien drummer;
moon, tomb, summer sky,
tomb, womb, summer high;
summer seance, summer ghost,
i am the one who opened host.
no more pain, just passion's proof,
no more rain, just fusions couth -
moon, tomb, summer sizer,
i am the one who opened rider;
under water, under music,
love is love and love is permit -
love is grace and love inflames,
love lives on beneath the brains -
moon, tomb, summer stem,
i am the one who opened gem -
here today, gone tomorrow,
gone westways with no-one's sorrow.
No more summer, no more love,
no more sons of rainbow doves,
no more fear, no more madness,
no more fear, no more sadness -
moon, tomb, stone of choosing,
i am the one who's days are losing -
no more peace, no arks to maim,
i am the one who opened name.
moon, tomb, summer silence,
i am the one who opened license -
no more the streets of scarlet hue,
just the streets that broke on thru -
under summer, under seams of gold,
i am the one who opened fold -
no more love, no more pain,
just the temple under mane.
love is death, death is choosing,
choice is death and death's confusing -
i am the one who opened December,
i am the one who opened member -
under lamb, under shepherd grease,
i am the one who opened fleece -
here today, gone tomorrow,
westward angels do not follow.
moon, tomb, summer light,
i am the one who opened night,
moon, tomb, summer score,
i am the one who opened door -
under mortar, under shine,
i am the who opened dime -
here today, gone tomorrow,
westward angels do not follow.
moon, tomb, summer road,
i am the one who opened toad,
moon, tomb, summer kith,
i am the one who opened drift -
under rain, under scarlet scanner,
i am the one who opened grammar -
here today, gone tomorrow,
westward angels do not follow.
moon, tomb, summer shape,
i am the one who opened ape,
moon, tomb, summer stain,
i am the one who opened maim -
stars denude, moonfields fellow,
i am the one who opened yellow -
under water, under river,
westwards angels gyre and shiver.
No more death, no more schemes,
i am the one who opened dreams,
no more breath, no more any,
i am the one who opened many,
no more summer, no more rock,
i am the one who opened lock -
here today, gone tomorrow,
westward angels do not follow.
moon, tomb, ilex, angle,
i am the one who opened wrangle,
moon, tomb, ilex, lung,
i am the one who opened none -
no more love, no more leaving,
i am the one who opened breathing,
no more fusion, no more science,
i am the one who opened defiance.
moon, tomb, womb, summer,
womb, tomb, moon, thunder,
womb, moon, springside hitler,
i am the one who opened mitla -
no more can the heroes bring
death to death and wing to wing,
no more can the angels sire
seraphic strangers from their fire.
Weep, wane, rondha rumble
, wane, weep, foam disemble,
wane, weep, den-eyed mist,
i am the one who opened list -
under chapel, under cavern,
under chapel, under ravine,
i am the one who opened nought,
i am the one's whose ways were bought.
moonsign, starsign, summer code,
starsign, moonsign, summer lobe,
no more love, no more the empty,
no more love, just heaven's sentry.
moonsign, starsign, summer raid,
i am the one who opened brave -
love lives on beneath the tides,
love is death and death decides.

......

WHOOPS, I SCARED U

Whoops, i scared u; i guess i always did. Whoops, i scared u since u were
just a kid. Whoops, i scared u; the sun is in the sky. Whoops, i scared u;
i guess i almost died. Whoops, i scared u; tomorrow is a shore. Whoops, i
scared u; tomorrow is the Law. Whoops, i scared u; destruction is a chain.
Whoops, i scared u; seduction breaks the brain. Womb of summer, womb of
madness, rend away these skeins of sadness: under hammer, under natal
blood, rend away these lizard buds - come, let searing scissors swim -
never die till death gives in. Whoops, i scared u; i guess u always knew.
Whoops, i scared u; i scared u out the blue. Whoops, i scared u; i scared
u with devise. Whoops, i scared u; i scared u with my eyes. Whoops, i left
u; guess the seas are red. Whoops, i left u; guess red seas are dead.
Whoops, i left u; guess the creatures wail. Whoops, i left u; guess the
seasons fail. Womb of summer, womb of sadness; womb of fusion's scientific
madness, come, let woman crawl upon her knees; come, let chilldren suffer
under weed. & she smokes a star and she smokes a car & she smokes a
diamond behind red bars & her baby's bad & her father's a god & her lady
man wields a golden rod & she does her best to die away & she does her
best to turn bright grey & she doesn't care for reptile shit & she does
her best to heal the sick & she smokes a star & she smokes a car & she
smokes a diamond behind red bars & she lives in the hills & she lives in
the rain & her lady man is a million summers vain & i guess i scared her
since she was old & i guess i scared her since she was told & i guess i
meant to & she's going south & i guess i meant to & her soul is in my
mouth. Whoops, what happened; why didn't u care? Whoops, what happened;
what happened to prayer? i saw the cars, saw the vehicles ravel by - what
the hell happened to the roads in the sky? & i scared my woman & i scared
my mother & i scared my peeple & i scared my brother & i scared all the
folks who'd ever lived to kill & i scared all the folks who wrote me a
will & i do not care & i do not care to think & i do not care & i do not
think to blink & i do not care & i do not think to mind & i do not care &
the skies are going blind. Woman! baby! child beneath blood blue! woman!
baby! child beneath red hue! woman! baby! tell me what to do; tell me what
to do or else break thru; tell me what to do or else break thru. Whoops,
she scared us, i scared her; whoops, i scared us, she scared her; whoops,
no more, just stones inside; whoops, no more, just wicked brides; whoops,
no more, just wicked eyes; whoops, terror, whoops, derangement; whoops,
feather, whoops, containment; indian summer, doctor of estrangement;
indian summer, doctor of displacement! No more love, no more news, just
the rider singing the blues - no more love, just leather kings; no more
love, just menstrual wings - & she smokes a car & she smokes a star & her
husband's a devil & she's behind bars & they know & they grow & they
always did & they learn so fast & they have no kids & she is he & he is
she & there is just no more to see & he is she & she is mister blood &
there is no law, just bones in skies above & there is no law, just bones
in skies above & there is no law, just bones in skies above.

.....

THE GRAVEWARD DREAM

'i sensed so many people die - inside their minds, the winter raved.
i knew the word inside the world - so many men, so many.
i sensed the Earth about me change, from life to death, to deity
i sensed so many people die. so many men, so many.'

 

loss, denial, death, reproof:
stunning the sun, the word is real.
beneath the rain, inside the brain,
dark as winter, dreams denude.
the graveward dream, the graveward dream;
& I must know, the graveward dream;
must rage, where love can only
size away the stars.
the light that flails below the mind,
is seven more than death behind;
& should the witness in the cave
console the seas, the sun would die.
loss, denial, death, reproof:
shended come the ides of breath.
dark inside the deity,
words in words are cold as theft.
the graveward dream, the graveward dream;
& I must know the graveward dream;
must rage, where love can only
size away the stars.
the orison, without a wheel,
can only rend away love's spiel:
each way the winter raves aside,
the phallic heist can only ride.
the warden in the steeling blood,
has nineteen eyes, all bust in bud.
the graveward dream, the gravward dream;
& I should know the graveward dream;
must rage, where love can only
size away the stars.
I saw the woman in the wreck
depose the moon inside its seam;
so many man, so many girls:
this earth of fire is bound in pearls;
& should the sickness in the rose
lie shended with the heart deposed,
then man & child would live forever,
raving where all death is pleasure.
the graveward dream, the graveward dream;
& I must know the graveward dream;
must rage, where love can only
size away the stars.
the blackness, in the lobes of theft,
lies riven with the arcless mind;
so many truths must come to none,
as rended as the mourning one;
& should the witness in the rain,
lie serried with the graves of pain,
no man nor child would come on home,
to greet the reaper in the dome.
the graveward dream, the graveward dream;
& I should know the graveward dream;
must rage, where love can only
size away the stars.
loss, denial, death, reproof:
the murderer is on the roof;
the word lies railing, in a cage,
as cruel & cold as hero's age.
the cosmos sees no cellves ahead,
nor rakes away the golden bed;
nor man nor child come close to kill
the seraph on the neon hill.
the graveward dream, the graveward dream;
& I should know the graveward dream;
must rage, where love can only
size away the stars.
i saw so many children die,
i saw so many peeple fly -
the doctor in the iron kiss
lies serried with the graves in fist.
the graveward dream, the graveward dream;
& I should know the graveward dream;
must rage, where love can only
size away the stars.
the graveward wish, the naveward stage -
the cellves of time can only cruise,
away, where death must deify,
away, where death is real.
the graveward dream has scarlet skeins,
as native as the scarlet brains
of crime & cause & red macadam:
the world inside, is duel abaddon;
& should the day I came to see
the winter in the casuistry
reveal the witness in the light,
the life inside would reap the night.
the graveward dream, the graveward dream;
& I should know the graveward dream;
& I must know the face of god,
& greet the aaron in the rod.
the shended day, the rended way,
the crucifix, in iron sun -
all, the christ within the vein
must raid the womb of everyone.
there is a word that no-one speaks,
nor any heart can choose to seek -
eyes have known the heart of death,
eyes have opened, eyes have screamed -
the idol in the church of lies
must reel away, or else not die!
the graveward dream, the graveward dream;
& I must know the graveward dream;
& I must know my meadow-child,
& i must seek the endless wild,
& i must know the ligron's whirl,
& seek the sinner in the furl,
& man shall come, & man shall live,
& love shall rave, forevermore,
& where the moon is out of sight,
the ark of dreams shall raid the bright,
& christ shall cut & christ shall groove,
where girl in man deprives the mood,
& light shall live, forevermore,
where graveward sickness knows no war.
the graveward dream, the graveward dream;
& I must know the graveward dream;
must rage, where love can only
size away the stars...

......jdb 1999.

....

 

EAGERLY MET BY R L HUBBARD MOONSHINE

Ill met by moonlight, ill met by moonlight.
The sun inside must greet the dark,
The sun outside must make it's mark.
Ill met by moonlight, ill met by moonlight,
Ill met by the endless moonlight.
The mind, the mind, the endless mind,
The mind, the mind, the endless mind,
The mind, the mind, the endless mind,
The endless, trendless, endless mind.
There is no mind.

Dianetics, dianetics; the truth is dianetics.
Dianetics, dianetics; the truth is dianetics.
Dianetics make the way into endless day.
Dianetics, dianetics; the truth is dianetics.
The moon is real, the sun is real;
All and all, this world is real.
The moon is real, the sun is real;
All and all, this world is real.
Dianetics, dianetics; the truth is dianetics.
Dianetics, dianetics; the truth is dianetics.
Dianetics, dianetics; the truth is dianetics.
Do not rely on the mystic lies
Do not use pound coins to murder eyes
Uh?!!

Heard the news of the screws today;
kingdom come was out the way.
Heard the news of the screws today,
heard the news of the screws today.
Traffic light, distant rite. Time cannot live.
Traffic light, distant rite. Time cannot give.
Heard the news of the screws today;
kingdom come was out the way.
Heard the news of the screws today,
heard the news of the screws today.
Mrs Maids lives in the hills. Shallow will.
Mrs Maids lives in the hills. Shallow shiver.
Traffic light, distant rite. Time cannot live.
Traffic light, distant rite. Time cannot give.
Heard the news of the screws today;
kingdom come was out the way.
Heard the news of the screws today,
heard the news of the screws today.
Paddy field, English man. Live together.
Paddy field, English man. Live forever.
Traffic light, distant rite. Time cannot come.
Traffic light, distant rite. Time cannot run.
Heard the news of the screws today;
kingdom come was out the way.
Heard the news of the screws today,
heard the news of the screws today.
Get to prison, join the mission. Prism.
Get to prison, join the mission. Prism.
Light, light, endless bright. night.
Light, light, endless bright. night.
Light, light, endless bright. night.
Endless, endless, endless night;
traffic, traffic light...

Glockenspiel, glockenwheel, glocken, glockenspiel. the sun behind is moon
in mind, is glocken, glockenwheel. i saw the punter in the ring deny the
ways of whizzdom. glockenspiel, glockenwheel, glocken, glockenspiel. the
sun behind is moon in mind, the sun behind is mynd. all genesis is
genassist, is genesis, genecyst. glockenspiel, glockenwheel, glocken,
glockenspiel. glockenspiel, glockenwheel, glocken, glockenwheel.

Funferal, funferal, i must know the funferal; must rave and rage, where
death above cleaves aside all love. the funeral, the funferal, the
funeral, the fun. the funeral, the funferal, the funferal, the sun.
funferal, funferal, i must know the funferal; must rage and rave, where
death above cleaves aside all love. funeral, funferal, funeral, funferal,
funeral, funferal. fun for fucking all. funferal eats overalls as sex
leers acrosss bedposts and thin hair.

... Hey! what to chair whorlds de-sauntered and tubed, heavy or
shrew-pusselled sorts of rebuke, should I take to render rondure-blarney
rip address? I have wiled cowled clamours, disnatived my abuse: on
heckle-high pins of death, time has seen me barmy. Just subject, I am
tusion's king...
and laden evil mentalis feeds heated AIDs with scientology
and patent weevil digitalise
sucks peppery butter from a cat's nose where a bitten family
hears miserly lovers leading rats to de stockinged ramrose

hey hey hey weird washed clouds cut mints from memory
hey hey hey seared coshed shrouds cut messed cemeteries
aside huge grey feuds that glister as bad children get drowned

la la la la la
weevillers use a car for a raced devil cigar
la la la la la
eaters of naked stars drape a gun across sitars

UH THE END is very high: as high as a human mine,
and we are eagerly met by r l hubbard moonshine?!

(scientology is an evil theft religion.)

Copyright JDB 1992.

 

HERE TODAY, GONE TOMORROW?

blagging, blagging, stop your blagging: the sun is red with jokes that
rain, the mystic madness in the mind, as endless as the conman's chain.
blagging, blagging, stop your blagging; cease the day you chose to die.
the sun is red with jokes that rain, the mystic madness, red at eye. you
have two choices in this world: the first is life, the second, death:
best seek the way of endless soul, or else denude the breath. blagging,
blagging, stop your blagging; cease the day you chose to lie. meet me in
the fields of azure, meet me in the sky.

here today, gone tomorrow, gone westways with no-one's sorrow. here today,
gone tomorrow,gone westways with no-one's sorrow. the sun behind, is moon
run blind, is shadow summer on the wall: go meet the witness on the
fall,go meet the witness on the fall. here today, gone tomorrow, gone
westways with no-one's sorrow. here today, gone tomorrow, gone westways,
with no-one's sorrow. we have gone shopping.

 

EVERYTHING'S BUSINESS
ALL DREAMS ARE CAUGHT IN A GRAVEWARD KISS?

 

the graveward kiss, the graveward kiss,
i am in touch with the graveward kiss;
i know the ways of summer moons,
i sense the idol in ten rooms;

& should this earth of birthward fire
contest the rumour in the pyre,
no man would come to challenge christ;
the girl i know is real as ever.

the graveward kiss, the graveward kiss,
i am in touch with the graveward kiss,
the graveward kiss, the graveward kiss,
i am in touch with the graveward kiss.

meet me forever in the fields of pleasure,
meet me forever in the idle sun;
meet me where there is no care,
where no child can care to run.
meet me forever in the fields of pleasure,

meet me forever in the ideal sun?

don't need no cowl, nor iron bowel; don't need no tampon in the spine:
don't need no best of judas breast; don't need no bleeding mind. give me
bleach, give me bleach, give me vitreous bleach. just give me vitreous
bleach. don't need no bug, don't neeed no lover; don't need the sodom in
the vein: don't need no best of judas breast; don't need no thinking mane.
give me bleach, give me bleach, give me vitreous bleach. just give me
vitreous bleach.

*

Bard upon the mind, bard upon the mind,
reaching unaccountable themes
thru the furled litter of hearts, under
lapping shadows, battling sparks
of a kingdomed stillness, sundered home
beneath the weal-roll of yesterday's tomes.

There's violence here, that shall not end
child, your world beholds no friends,
neither shall the strangers sire
seraphic rangers from your fire
fear endearments now, my child,
for love will take you thru the wild?

it's bards upon the mind, my girl,
that'll take you from this world.

Bard upon the mind, bard upon the mind,
girl, you've got to have a dream
girl, you've got to make some time
as the sun that fades must live
so your ways must surely give
& the winter on the shore
open up that sylvan door.

Bard upon the mind, bard upon the mind,
bard upon the mind,
keen killer kids will grind?!

In touch with a woman's hand,
in touch with a woman's hand;
i am in touch with a woman's hand.
she shall find me in the field,
she shall find me in the yield,
she shall find me seven over,
in the meadows full of light.
in touch with the heart of power,
in touch with the final flower,
in touch with the moon of gold,
in touch with the ways of old.
In touch with a woman's hand,
in touch with a woman's hand;
i am in touch with a woman's hand.
she shall find me in the field,
she shall find me in the yield,
she shall find me seven over,
in the meadows full of night.

*

In sleeves , the parrot jigsaw
assembles where the ferret sun
quires the day with gimble waves
as endless as the slithy one.

On mimsy hill, we briared the ill
and made the way for brillig fire,
and quired the day with gimble waves
as endless as a slithy pyre.

The 'paratus of praying seas
must bring all children to their knees,
and quire the day with gimble waves
and make the way for pharaseas.

No man may know the gimble hill,
nor walk the lanes of outgrabe love,
nor make the way for treasure toves,
nor break away the slithy bud.

Indeed, the parrot jigsaw
has eyes as endless as the moon;
and should that moon turn back,
then birth would fade to black.

The sun defines; the words push thru,
The sun defines; the words push thru,
The sun defines; the words push thru,
The words push thru, those words are u.
Meet me in the summer rain,
Where there is no aimless pain,
Meet me in the summer rain,
Meet me where there is no pain.
The sun defines; the words push thru,
The sun defines; the words push thru,
The sun defines; the words push thru,
The words push thru, those words r u.
Meet me in the summer rain,
Where there is no aimless pain,
Meet me in the summer rain,
Where these endless words ordain
The Sun..

*
Pull back the night; let thru
The Lady of the light.
Pull back the night; let thru
The Lady of the light.
Search, search, search the sun,
Search, search, seek the moon,
Search, search, seek the sun,
Seek the endless way of doom.
Pull back the night; let thru
The Lady of the light.
Pull back the night; let thru
The Lady of the light.
Pull back the endless bright.

*

Xenon, Xenon, spatial winter; Xenon, Xenon, pennon gas: the zero seed
inside the wave, lies serried with its xerox flash. Xenon, Xenon, spatial
winter; Xenon, Xenon, pennon gas: the zero seed inside the wave, lies
serried with its xerox ash. Xerox siege, Xenon weed; Xenon, Xenon, pennon
gas. the mind is steel, is red at weal; is Xenon, Xenon, Xenon, Xenon,
Xenon, endless Xenon. don't speak to me of madness, for madness rules the
way: Xenon day, Xenon day, trendless Xenon day. The seeker in the eyeless
mind is cruel as gaseous paradigm. Xenon, Xenon, Xenon, Xenon, Xenon,
Xenon; pennon gas. spatial winter, spatial winter, spatial winter, spatial
winter. Xenon, Xenon, pennon gas, Xenon, Xenon, xerox flash: the pennant
mind, the pennant soul, the pennant mind, the graveward roll: Xenon,
Xenon, mind gas Xenon; Xenon, Xenon, Xenon flash. Xenon.
Look away please...

*
tea-leaves down the front, tea-leaves down the front: saw the sailors
sailing, saw the tailors wailing. tea-leaves down the front, tea-leaves
down the front: saw the day turn red. tea on the mind, tea on the brain;
tea lives on in every vein: tea-leaves down the front, tea-leaves down the
front; tea-leaves on the sea-front: tea-leaves down the front, tea-leaves
down the front; tea-leaves on the sea-front.

...
In a room of stone,
In a room of stone,
You are never
on your own
In a room of stone,
In a room of stone,
In an endless
room of stone
In a room of stone,
In a room of stone,
The moon is bone,
The moon is bone
In an endless
room of stone.
memories abused,
minds in pain,
fear of fear,
endless rain
In a room of stone,
In a room of stone,
You are never
on your own
In a room of stone,
In a room of stone,
In an endless
room of stone
men and kine feed drones?!

*

2 to tomorrow, 2 to tomorrow; fight the sorrow, fight the sorrow; 2 to
tomorrow, 2 to tomorrow; fight the goddamn sorrow.
go meet the hills, go meet the rain, go meet the hills, go rape the brain.
2 to tomorrow, 2 to tomorrow; fight the sorrow, fight the sorrow.
2 to tomorrow, 2 to tomorrow; fight the goddamn sorrow.

i know this girl, she has 4 minds, i
know this girl, she owns my world. 2 to tomorrow, 2 to tomorrow; fight the
goddamn sorrow. plu-perfect dream, plu-perfect dream; i had this blue,
plu-perfect dream: the sun was red, the neon scene as cruel and cold as
mary's scream.

2 to tomorrow, 2 to tomorrow; fight the sorrow, fight the sorrow.
2 to tomorrow, 2 to tomorrow; fight the goddamn sorrow. go meet
your girl in fields of azure green, go meet your girl in fields of azure
green, go meet your girl in fields of schizoid azure; oo let de neon scene come back to dream?

2 to tomorrow, 2 to tomorrow; fight the sorrow, fight the sorrow. 2 to
tomorrow, 2 to tomorrow; fight the goddamn sorrow. go on a trip, and the
acid heart will seize, go on a trip and greet a bread-disease.

the earth seems over - just look over your shoulder: eyes nearby seethe
across enemy heads and nuclear bees
the earth seems over- just glue to whores: spies nearby suck blue deeds
and a beady bummer christ gets rippled by de beast and its female wheeze

2 to tomorrow, 2 to tomorrow; fight the sorrow, feed hot haloes
and cum now to the renal purse we must sell to dweebs- O, we gotta
clasp a dirtier of red venal sauce and we must sire seraphic sky-glitter
2 to tomorrow, 2 till de gallows

uh uh uh uh: easy eaters of Eden dip drowners beneath bled strippers
loved the
end, always did, loved the end since we were kids; loved the end since we
turned fay
loved the end, always did: loved blue tenements since laird god kissed clay

ooo a dinner ate in darkness drug-wrenches two teeth as an isle of clits
gets swallowed by old bled minds and fucked gloves
O 2 to tomorrow
O 2 to tomorrow
O 2 until the clock of sorrow; ah ah ah ah ah

AMEN..we sail for sinks when a family head-rose rids mien of slips
and a saddener in rinks appear sprayed across vinyls and coda trips
AMEN.. we sail for pinks as familial snake-clothes drink to grey lip
and we realise god's mind
and we penalise god's glamour

AMEN AMEN AMEN...

2 to tomorrow, 2 to tomorrow: no-one here may face the sorrow
2 to tomorrow, 2 till bled mallows
get gutted under sawn dust; and eager beavers swim across shadowed
baby bunting bends

2 to tomorrow, 2 to tomorrow: nobodaddy dies for swallows and
oh, as kissers hiss across sex-ice
then blaggers under crypts must render christs as dead as England's
evil whiteness

Uhh as we ride from country sleep then we race across serums
Uhh as we cry, then we arise from meat
and woollen wolverines weep for tongues when vast hills sleep
across a puny wolf-tail; and, ah, we widen for gems as sirens
come deeply down in a drugged mind

O 2 to tomorrow
O 2 to tomorrow
O 2 until the clothes in meadows get greased up by talons
oooo we arrest salt faiths within blonde bays and falons

oh use the signs of waggerers whose cosine hunts maidens
oh use the spines of swaggerers whose blue whine hardens
oh oh; an acid teamster gives fay fallowers to swine-gardens
and we get out of town to find a red city underneath ravens
come spurting concrete vagina from cartels of easy dragons
oooo
oooo

THE END.

*
Copyright JDB 1992.

*

C/O THE MYSTERY THAT ABIDES

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, 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: cum
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 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: burning light
with burials , 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.

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
o do you dare feed god's child?

..

You know we are together vain;
the all & all will never shine.
You know we are together vain;
no time for us inside the mind.
the days we got together,
lie strangled in the grave.
the fire is real, the fire is high;
no time to live or die.
baby, baby, break right thru,
baby, baby, give a sign.
baby, baby, break right thru;
baby, baby, lend some time.
You know we are together vain;
the all & all will never shine.
You know we are together vain;
no time for us inside the mind.
the days we got together,
lie strangled with the sun.
the fire is real, the fire is high;
no time to live nor die.
baby, baby, break right thru,
baby, baby, give a sign.
baby, baby, break right thru;
baby, baby, lend some time.

....

copyright jdb 1999.

....

HELLO TO LEE (maiden of the sea)

hello to lee, maiden of the sea, maiden of the earth, maiden of the skies:
if i should be anyone but me, i would be lee, thru all my lives. hey hey
hey, watch the sparrows play, watch the birded skyline shift & shoal:
hello to lee, maiden of the sea, maiden of the earth, maiden of the skies.
In the marrow, lee came thru, singing for me & singing for you; busting
like a buzzer, wrapped in a flower, all red hair & miles of power. hello
to lee, maiden of the sea, maiden of the earth, maiden of the skies: if i
should be anyone but me, i would be lee, thru all my lives. here there
comes a river, now there comes a war, here there comes the quiver of this
narrow score: if i should be anyone but me, i would be maiden lee, i would
be maiden lee, i would be maiden lee; for lee's a girl, you see.

Unhappy boy
fraught in your joys
playing with death's toys,
unhappy boy
you are caught in a prism
you cannot ever seize
nor may you ride

Unhappy boy,
unhappy boy,
you are earthed in joys
Nobody rides
and you just can't see
what you want to be,
and you cannot see laid god

Unhappy boy,
unhappy boy,
unhappy boy,
unhappy boy,
unhappy boy,
unhappy boy;
it's time you spreadeagled
your dying with faces

Deranged strays
have made us
have neutered our chevies
we shall keep on fighting
the fierce sun-folding

Deranged strays
have phased us
have made us, deranged us
tho' we do not live,
do not live at all,
the christ inside shall
eraze us all.

Deranged strays,
deranged strays,
have phased us, deranged us

we shall keep on fighting
the folding
Ohhhhhhh
we shall reap midevening

she's my future woman
she doesn't make a scene
doesn't play away,
never shapes the day;
never vies for sky,
never tries to cry
she's my future woman

she's my future woman,
she never comes at all
doesn't rate the scene,
doesn't live to fall
doesn't know no scheme,
nor any scarlet dream.
she's my future woman

got the whole world
dyed
got the whole world
dyed
got the whole world
dyed
got the whole world
head-spied

she's my future forking phantastic creature woman?..

miss misty mccain, she wrote me her name. miss misty mccain, she wrote me
her name. miss misty mccain, she wrote me her name. goddamn misty mccain.
fire in the sun, fire in the moon, fire in the rain, fire in the womb.
misty mccain, misty mccain, ever insane; miss misty main. sign me the
name, give me the flame, sign me the name, rend off the shame. miss misty
mccain, miss misty mccain. goddamn misty mccain. on the run, inside the
rain, on the run, inside the vein. eyes like twenty, eyes on empty, eyes
gone over, eyes grown older. miss misty mccain, she broke down my brain,
never to be seen in the hills again. miss misty mccain, she broke down my
brain, never to be seen in the hills again. miss misty mccain, miss misty
mccain. goddamn misty mccain. miss misty mccain, miss misty mccain.
goddamn misty mccain. sun, sun, sun, moon, moon, moon, sun, sun, sun,
tomb, tomb, tomb. misty mccain, always insane, misty mcain, always insane,
misty mccain, always insane. goddamn misty mccain goddamn misty mccain.
goddamn misty mccain. eyes never see again.

These words are written in the skeins and write inside their daisy-chains. the
bible mist is here to reign: one thousand words one billion brains.
crucifixions, bear me summer. crucifiction, bear me bread. do not bear
the wiseman's spiel nor aim to break from out fled steel. whispers in my
ears, whispers in my ears. bad led gossamer whispers?!

THIS MEMORY IS DEAD... INSIDE MY HEAD, THIS MEMORY IS DEAD
LA LA LA LA LA,., OO THE END..

* Copyright JDB 1999.

*

SPINE SHAKE (a distopic montage)

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...
i'm standing outside your front-door - i've seen that front-door once
before, when i was five or maybe ten; when i was looking for a friend.
please don't burn me with your flame;
this old front-door is old as pain &
invites me to give again, to meet my mother in the rain.
winding
front-door carry me, carry me where i should be, carry me to time's
concourse, to times when love was sure as sauce.
standing madly in the
lane, i see such children in my brain; i see them dance & fade away; i see
such kingdoms in delay.
please don't burn me with your flame; this old
front-door is warm as pain, & invites me to give again; to find new
shelter in death's vein.
winding front-door, carry me, carry me where i
should be, carry me to time's concourse, to times when love was sane as
sauce.
i'm standing outside your front-door; the cold comes thru me
like before, & i am waiting for your love, for those who live in domes
above. please don't burn me with your flame; this old front-door is warm
as pain, & invites me to give again, to find dead brothers in light's
skein.
winding front-door, carry me, carry me where i should be, carry me
to time's concourse, to times when love met hearseward force.
standing on a hill with his head in a cloud, the man in the shroud moves
outside the crowd, and nobody asks him if he's modest or proud. the man in
the shroud, the man in the shroud.
roundabout the world, this turin child
makes sound, and he makes sounds on empty and he makes sound resound, and
nobody cares to question as his vocal blood sings loud. the man in the
shroud, the man in the shroud -
and he never cares to question as his
shrouded ways descry, and he doesn't care to question how his soul lives in
the sky, and nobody thinks to wonder why his metalled mortal wrath lies
riven in the centre of a mettled turin cloth.
the man in the shroud. the
man in the shroud, the man in the shroud. laved God in a cloud?
leoni, leoni; i've just met a girl full of macaroni. leoni, leoni; i've
just met a girl full of macaroni.
on pasta heels, leoni's world regales
the trees in search for pearls; regales the sun in search for ships;
regales the cum in search for crypts. leoni, leoni; i've just met a girl
full of macaroni.
leoni, leoni; i've just met a girl full of pasta pony
leoni baby, leoni blue, roman empires fellow you. leoni baby, leoni child,
roman empires seal your smile, & where the papist thrones refrain into
roman, caesared veins, down comes time and down goes you, ms. leoni
macaroni blue
leoni, leoni, i've just met a girl full of macaroni
leoni, leoni. i've just met a girl full of pasta pony. leoni, leoni, leoni
macaroni. goog-goog-a-choo. leoni, full of pony
are we lonely?!!!!

...
Copyright JDB 2000

...

2 TO TOMORROW mark 2 (more than 82 speed-written lines)

2 to tomorrow, 2 to tomorrow - fight the sorrow, fight the sorrow. 2 to
tomorrow, 2 to tomorrow - rend the sorrow, shend the sorrow. the sun is
booming eastern, it bears no place for hero dreams - best greet the summer
western, or else live on in herod's screams.

don't tell me of your
peacedom, nor ravel with the whores. 2 to tomorrow, 2 to tomorrow - go
greet your child outdoors. the world is growing ancient, baby - do not
live for none - the world is growing ancient, lady - no time for orison.
they hand u bags of silver, they lend u bags of gold - best greet the
morning sun, best get out before you're old.

2 to tomorrow, 2 to tomorrow
- fight the sorrow, fight the sorrow. 2 to tomorrow - rend the sorrow, do
not swallow. loved the end - always did - loved the end since we were kids.
lah-lah-lah-lah-lah-lah-lah-lah-lah-lah-lah-lah-lah. get out of town, make
things good - get out this goddamned town.

thralway,hallway - gold, gold - thralway, crawlway - burning gold. the sun
is real, is wealer-deal - thralway, hallway - molten gold - the sun, the
moon,the mill of love, the sun, the moon, the blasted bud - thralway,
hallway - gold, gold, -thralway,crawl way - burning gold - old, the moon,
cold, the way, furled, the womb, gold, the way. thralway,hallway - gold,
gold - thralway, crawlway - burning world.....

we weep for sleep as our dummy bay caresses
the sine of wheat and the kids of tomorrow; O.
2 to tomorrow, 2 to tomorrow: eyeless sphinxes use blood gallows
uh uh uh.... we weep as we reap the whirling moon
uh uhhh we heap up powders from lord judas and christ's tomb
and we use tomorrow as we count from 2 till tomorrow
ahh ahhhahhh

2 to tomorrow, & till the mind boys die far away
then caesars will seize epilepsy from tangerines and sex decades

AMEN AMEN; 2 many roaches climb for tomorrow
AMEN AMEN; 2 many brooches grind for sorrows
and tallowers are near me now
and gallowers are near me now
and bastards breed inside de closed clouds

la la la la la la la take a look at the dreamy dead
la la la la la la la take a glance at the bloodied bed
la la la la la la la use fires for roses and bite coshed bread
then listen to the sexers of the colour red

AMEN AMEN; we own 2 to tomorrow
AMEN AMEN; we groan for 2 to tomorrow
and taloners tweek tawny blood towns where aged heroes
get grasped from hands, feet and scented penis yoyos

& this is the utmost 2 to 1 cabbed carrion end?

..

We have chased away the dawn of ruled death..

We have tried to hide.

The sun must run and ride
The sun must run and ride
The sun must run and ride.

We have left aside madness in death's tide
We have tried to hide.
The stars are on the slide.

She gets hot real soon
She gets hot real soon.
Inside this giving room
She gets hot and cold.

Man is made from steel. time must seal defiance
Man is made from steel
Giants are suppliant.
Deep and wide with rain, honey thrills the veins
Deep and wide with rain
She gets hot and old.

Yeah, this baby lives
Yeah, this baby lives
Yeah, this lady gives.
The sun must run and ride.
2 to tomorrow, a navel nazi murders wives
2 till tomorrow, a candle sinks for flies
and a balded stranger caresses kodak art
and a voided ranger cuts eyed dresses from darts
and a tiny vessel hisses as she glides
and a magnum cradle kisses kids as cot-death rides

2 to tomorrow, 2 till the rain
no man here may pray again
2 to tomorrow, 3 buds underglass
shit on a tree aside a magenta eye-flask

O O O O
O O O O O o

the door-dead shutdown
and mad cellves pierce sound
and we all became dead ponchos
and always we live for 2 to tomorrow?

THE END..

.. Copyright JDB 2000.

...

 

FADE OUT (made-up of more than 79 speed-written lines)

fade out, fade out: fade out along a lime-swum melody
the sons you yield lie in the field where sleep and corn define the dawn
do not darken love with spite nor darken wisdom with death's swarm.
the softness of this narrow song must seize the glibness of the strong
madness of the mezzanine. pray dance forever inside your dream. fade
out, fade out: fade out along a lime-swum melody. fade out, fade out:
fade out along a lime-swum memory. weeping sears the tears of time
do not fear the words you rhyme O, may music reap the turning spheres that
spin inside their spatial tears. fade out along the verses made by
marrows rent from bended funeral lamp-shades

we have always banged and sired
denial from love's stinking fire. fade out, fade out: fade out along
a lime-swum melody: fade out, fade out: fade out along a lime-swum
malady...

sex deposes all the roses spent from out the garden's power,
fade out along this lime-swum song & do not steal away ghost flowers:
tocsins knell inside the cells wherein glib pris'ners ape the flex-moon
do not shear away the runes that preach the verses of fleeced cartoons.

the
speaking poems of the light smash the houses on the hill. chairs of
purple shake the rattle of this baby caught in battle. fade out, fade
out: fade out along a lime-swum melody. fade out, fade out: fade out
along a lime-swum mind-mill. fade out along the rivers' mind and darken
oceans with the grind of streets that live inside the stars. pray, fly your
spaceship up to Mars?!

the madness of the clouds dictate the sylvan
sadness of the State. this threnody divines the vines that wrap around
the wrought cosines of softness sinking into belled marsh. fade out along
the singing castes of infants borne upon the tides of storms found
dancing at the sides of man and all he digs from
babies in their cradle-rigs
of oils that prove the tithes of sadness; Ah!
chanting men may summon cellves from madness and we lunge
across charmed bee-scythes where naked pealers kiss the bright skies
o fade out, o, fade forever from the listless and the woman in her sex-slide

fade out along the keels of boats which sail the
rain. fade out along this nether vein. fade out forever from sweet knives

Lahhh; along where five hot seasons of rocked spunk-snow
we heart-deny the sum alms of man and madam mons-roe.
Pray, fade out along the neon troves,
fade out, fade out: fade out along a lime-swum memory. fade out, fade
out: fade out.

oo a lime-swum melody fades across a helmet
inside the palor grey
oo a mind-grunged family fastens loss to hermits
and as menkind chitters across bats and swift-lays
then we fade against a tapestry of evil sweet graves

fade against the tapestry of glibness scorned
from out the spreed scents of summer lost
. speak the tongues of blue
Pentecosts.
fade out!

fade out, fade out: fade out along a lime-swum melody. the sons you
yield lie in the fields where wheat and corn define messed storms

do not
darken love with spite nor starken wisdom with death's rites. the
softness of this narrow song must seize the facials of noon-lights

dance forever in your dreams! fade out, fade out: fade out along
a lime-swum plenury. fade out, fade out: fade
out along a lime-swum melody! ooo far away weeping sears the tears of time
do not fear the words you rhyme. music reaps the turning spheres that
spin inside their spaced king lear! fade out along the verses made by
marrows rent from second grade. we have always sired theft's
daughters from love's stinking choir. fade out, fade out: fade out
along a lime-swum melody. fade out, fade out: fade out along a lime-swum
memory

sex deposes all the roses spent from out the garden's plowers?
fade out along a lime-swum song & do not seize the stars from flowers
do not shear away the runes that preach the verses of feeding doom. the
speaking poems of the light smash the homes upon high heels. chairs
of purple shake the rattle of this baby caught in battles fade out,
fade out: fade out along a lime-swum melody. fade out, fade out: fade
out along a lime-swum melody!

fade out, fade out, then fade entirely out for sex-christs & rosehips

laaaaaaaaaaammmare we on the night-ship?

*
jdbellamy, 1992

*

 

EV'RYBODY TURNED THE LIGHT DOWN (new take)

Ev'rybody turned the light down Ev'rybody please turned the light down
Tom Baker means Sweden James Joyce lived in Germany Ev'rybody turned the lights down
Ev'rybody please turned the light down
Tom Baker means Holland Ophelia's a candle

There are films to groan Films to moan Films to snare Cartons to drink from.

Ev'rybody turned the light down Please ev'rybody turned the light down Tom Baker is a triptych wasp

If these words seem stupid Accept your sex is strangled If your parents lisp
Please lie with your children.

Ev'rybody turned the light down Ev'rybody please turned the light down Wet sex is dimmed

Fielding means Housman Housman means Auden Auden means Larkin
Larkin drank don perignon

If your teachers are stupid Please lie for your children
Ophelia moans petrol

There are films to moan Films to groan Films to snare Cartoons to shrink from.

Mind is too long Mind is too long Mind is just too goddamned long

If you hear from your parents Please lie with your children
Stockholm means Tom Baker Jamieson means Osnaburgh

Ev'rybody turned the light down Please ev'rybody turned the light down
Ev'rybody please turned the light down.

There are films to groan Films to moan Hamlet was Hamnet
Shakespeare thrilled his children Ophelia was a buzzing wasp.

Ev'rybody turned the light down Please ev'rybody turned the light down
Ev'rybody please turned the light down.

Flesh is eaten And fleshes are children Bread cabins burn
And brandies are salved By the tears in love's eyes.

Boards must break Beds benite The penis of the hollow moon

If you make no sense Please accept that you have tried
To poeticise the fields of rhyme.

Ev'rybody turned the light down Please ev'rybody turned the light down
Ev'rbody please turned the light down.

There are rolex drinks And milks to drink from
Candles to burn Bibles to kill.

Take the highway west Take the highway west To the fields
To the fields
To the Aalu-fields.

Ev'rybody turned the light down Please ev'rybody turned the light down
Tom Baker means Norway This perfect place dons luncheon
I frequently used a candle.

Stockholm means bastard Children live for zero Scissors and knives die in Germany
The meagre food for souls forgot Will shadow wrought lyons

If your teachers were stupid Accept your words are polos
Do not devour the lotus-flower

Ev'rybody turned the light down Please ev'rybody turned the light down
Dylan Marlais Thomas was the Elohim James Joyce lived in an expansive tower
Ev'rybody please turned the light down.

The zero deed, the shuttle need, The eunuch seed, shoe-leather

Ev'rybody turned the light down Please ev'rybody turned the light down
Ev'rybody please switch the light off

Here and Now.

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Copyright JDB 2004

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'ELEVEN GOOD MEN'

 

Eleven good men wrote the bible
Eleven good men who wore white robes
Saint Stephen was a gay rogue
Now
If we really try
God will suffer till we die
We've got to breathe before we cry
And grieve before we fall

We pray inside the churches' stalls
As men who worship Jesus Christ
And Everyman dictates the Word
That preaches baptismal rites
Come on, please explain
Why the belladonnas of Christened pain
Thrive upon the Pagan

God grieves before he falls
God grieves before he falls
God grieves before he falls

We stride a world which is denied
Of heaven as we eat right through
The prayers of god; we are decried
By love and all it has to do
And pureness falls from out the storm
As sin creates a living hell
Get together
Come on
'Give your tithes to
the Son-of-Man'

God grieves before he falls
God grieves before he falls
God grieves before he falls

God grieves; and do not give me girls
Who are well-read and never hurt
By all those sad and loathesome hymns -
Let's give head to the fucking thieves

Eleven good men wrote the bible
Eleven good men who wore white robes
Saint Stephen was a gay rogue
Now
If we really try
God will suffer till we die
We've got to breathe before we cry
And grieve before we fall
Uh.

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copyright
james
bellamy
2005

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BLEEDING PASSIONS (after The Doors' 'Someday Soon')

"When she said
'Don't waste your words for they're just lies'
I cried that she was tone-deaf
Then she worked on my face till she'd closed my eyes
Then she said, 'What else have you got left?'
It was then that I packed up to leave
But she said, 'Hey! Don't forget,
Everybody must give something to grieve
For something they've got back.'"

Passion's bleeding like a harvest moon
As poison's flushed right down the pan -
You're getting old, you stupid man!

'Your mama's working, your mama's moaning,
She's crying you know, she's trying you know -
You'd better lie now, you'd better fly now.
Ah well, I'll tell you just what she needs
But I just don't know what she feels.'

Passion's bleeding like a harvest moon
As family freaks will fill your living-room.
Flush those scissors down the pan -
You're getting old, you rancid man!

The times you take will make you fry.
The clock is racing with the companies spent.
Flush those toxins down the pan -
You're getting old, you're getting old
And please come home and make it work.
The moon in space shines on my face.
Flush those scissors down the pan.

Passion's bleeding like a harvest moon
As love's going to get you pretty soon.
The party's coming here tonight -
We shall keep dancing, till the end.

When she said
'Don't waste your words for they're just lies'
The clock chimed up from a web of spies.
Passion's bleeding like a harvest moon.
Pain's going to get you pretty soon.
Flush those tocsins down the pan -
You're getting old: you're lying,
lying
lying...

"When she said
'Don't waste your words for they're just lies'
I cried that she was stone-deaf
Then she worked on my face till she'd blacked faith's eyes
Then she said, 'What else have you got left?'
It was then that I said 'Hey! don't forget
Everybody must give something to grieve
For something they've got back!'"

My dog keeps barking at the falling rain,
Passions bleeding like a harvest moon
Passions, bleeding like a harp cocoon.

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Copyright
James David
Bellamy
2005

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PAN'S CHAMBER 2

The clock says go O- the sun-house says slow
down
The moon must rise O- the star-house says chime
and severed seas sunder a demon
and withered beads sunder st simon

The clock says go O- the minoutar uses clothes
The mentalis of the dead will sleep and drown
and candid cocoa-christ crashes for Downs
and ten gunned gemmy gabriel uses Rhodes
to sweat against a jesus wall

The house says flow O- the Times may die
and, ashen with ploves, a paper under eyes will
surely staple bedsides to dolly
and a dummy crocus-eater dips bolts inside ills
Oh, a jackarse aside lotus-feeders
gets stoved
Ah, de ancient alphabet says Abracadaver
Ah, dis palaver of titty pets uses devil-lather
to strap radios across a mashed moon-cava

The mouse says Slow La, La, a dummy dune
appears leashed to troves
and a rosy bed-dev drags eyes for toes as
teeming roman head-lies sue flats for burned ear-gas
and a daggerer who has never killed
appears sweated, just like unwashed sexy onion-glass

The clock says God - Ahh, lazy mazy God uses flashes
and a cuckoo mister confronts His cuckoo Man
and a faceless spindler
gets rotated across a revolving bath
oo a glazing gabby griever uses eyes for masts
oo a lazing lunar mind-scissor uses buns for masks

The clock says Slow O, a dirtier of a noon-day uses casks
to wind cocks for puppy fire
The clocks says Grow O, a drifter under grey glades casts
daddy bird across silent all-fearing water-clasps

The house says slow
The times will chime
The moon must rise.
The moon must rise
The moon must rise.
Kitchens clamber
Pans glow slick.
In Pan's chamber
Man must trip.

The moon must rise
The moon must rise.
The moon must rise.
God be my guide.
A soul sings soon
From out high noon.
The windows bang.
These houses hang...

The night dictates the bright
Death divines the moon.
We have rent the flight
Of madness in this room.
The shaker stills the mind.
The shaker heals the blind.
The sun is out of sports.
The stars are out of rain.
Spirits fall from heaven.
Sadness sears the vein.

 

O i should like to tend the mist
O, i should like to end this morning
but the cathodes inside my brain
gets buttering sweet geese with trains; and i appeared once one soft evening
come sharpening grease with windowpanes,
and widening woded womanhood
suppers after ther forks and jives of a mood
and wivenings, spudded, feed corks to tides

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MIENNNN.

FINITO

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Copyright JDB 2021.

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STRANGE INANE PEOPLE

Strange inane people have got no reason to live
As strange inane people have got no reason to give
Women seem too real when the moon is out of time.

Sadness must seem sad when the sun is out to shine

The madness of the steeples
Must sear away irreligious planes
No-one will remember you unless you are inane.

Strange inane people have got no reason to live
As strange inane people have got no reason to give
Women seem too real when the moon is out of time
Madness must seem sad when the sun is out to shine

The gods inside the spires
Must sear away irreligious sea-cranes,-
No-one will remember you unless you are inane insane

The whole wild world's a carpal brain?

The dead wooed pigs and the sun span around

AMEN.

 

 

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copyright
jedbellamy
2005

WRITERS IN THE VOID

writers in the void
writers in the void
into the sun they roam
inside the stars they slide
as a poet in disguise
a verse in set espies
writers in the void.

true words are vinyl
red tiles are rhinal
real verse is spared
full sense is spawned
these walls are skin
as bricks are planed
by the written dawn.

writers in the void
writers in the void
into the sun they roam
inside the stars they slide
as a poet in disguise
a verse in set espies
writers in the void.

All space is versed
poetry's enhearsed
ruled poems dream
this jack-of-christs
as a poet in disguise
a verse in set denies
writers in the void.

writers in the void
writers in the void
writers in the void
writers in the void.

copyright
jedbellamy
2005

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UNICURSAL? (after The Doors) (more than 72 speed-written lines)

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 Swine, Universal wine

Seek the sadness in the Garden, find the
solemn cage of fire: Universal, spine is Unicursal, Universal Spine,
Universal slime

Gaoler, give me keys of azure, Gaoler, lend me locks of
blood: mute, all love is Unitersal, Unipursal: love denies God's bud.

Universal Spine, Unicursal Spine, Unihearsal, Universal pine: all is found
in the Universal grind: Universal, Unimettled, poesy dilly spy-sound

This is the time, the time of broken minds, the time of jailers in the
Tyne; 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 eyes of heaven boom - this is the time, the time of woken 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 murmurs - in the caves, we
sight light's brain - spermerotic, with light our cool demeter, 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 gods
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 pleasured.

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 pine; 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
missions; this is the time, no time left to use dead wine; this is the time, this
is the time, this is the time....

are we on the night-ship?

the spinal snapper of a mind-safe fuses lubes to loud lace
the signal snacker under wind-wastes
grow under fractious losers; and the father to outelled space
hisses across meddlesome mandalas
and the slit of god grasps to stone wallahs
o o o o, a passenger of masks loosens dollars as english fevers
fall directly to death's feathers
and a naked female falon hitler
weeps for blooders; and cad casements in soft rivers
rotate across a blind void.

i was doin' time in the universal spine
i was easing heads aside a mental wall-wynd
and, as static beds burn up
then a scissor inside a crocus-cup has to surrender lights to mermen
o, i was doin' time in the univeral Tyne
oo, as the earth fell away, then i jacked a hearse and blew god's mind
and, lashwide, crackers of gems
get casing aside meddlers of sweet spind wind-hens

i was doing time; and fractal lace-hiders move mod deaths from
cicada chicken

and the is the end of missions
and this is the end of prisms; and this is the arse-wipe of hedoners

amen amen amen amen

THE END

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Copyright JDB 2004.

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ESCALIER 3 (a fragment)

Here come the sullen Brontes
We always watched them come
And their mad eyes glared
And they read Bibliobus.

This State is unkind, do not read my mind
This State is unkind, do not think again
No time to fear the sun
No time to watch the rain
This State is unkind, do not think again
The madness of sin strangles with pain
The softness of lies and deaths hereafter
Injected with stars, this city of shame
Sodomises fields, full of grain.

The Brontes were Bibliophiles
The Brontes were Bibliophiles
I saw Medusa standing where
Her classroom screamed with laughter.

Driver, touch this steering-wheel
Driver, touch this steering-wheel
Do not taunt nor steal
Do not taunt nor steal
I saw the classroom scream with laughter
The son of man lies half-stoned where
Mankind takes a long vacation
And characters of sand lie near
The glassy eyes of the staffroom.

The green-line bus calls us
The green-line bus calls us
The Brontes were Bibliophiles
Their students read Escalier
I saw death's classroom scream with laughter.

The mind awoke, with a shake,
And taunted death then strangled Spain
I see there is a Rolex-drink
Worn on the wrists of mad children
And children have no thoughts
And their teachers are insane
Waiting for the brain-drain.

The Brontes were Bibliophiles
Their students read Escalier
I saw Medusa standing where
The classroom screamed with laughter
The mind is just too goddamn good
The mind is just too goddamn good
The Brontes were Biliophiles
James Joyce lived in a Martello Flower?

This State is unkind, do not read my mind
This State is unkind, do not think again
I'll never see into the eyes of the insane
I'll never see into the eyes of the arcane
The Brontes were Bibliophiles
Students read Escalier
I saw the classroom scream with laughter
Do not read my mind and instead, kill me.

 

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Copyright jdb 2004.

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CANCERIAN (a ghostly superhuman) nearly 100 speed-written lines.

the superhuman, the superhuman,the ghostly superhuman.
to fight the spirit
in the night, to rage against the endless light. the superhuman,the
superhuman,the ghostly superhuman.
no time is real until it's sent from
shendless storms of wonder - to seek the sun, to reap the moon - all is
endless thunder.
the superhuman, the superhuman, the ghostly superhuman
the endless ghostly superhuman.

cancerian moon - the stars offend us, each whirl of sun, as red as jesu's
mind.
the rape of christ in fields of azure - as much as time must save
us, the stars define.
cancerian moon - the stars acclaim us - each whirl
of sun, as red as jonah's spine. the rape of christ in fields of azure -
as much as time must stave us, the moons decline. i have a sun in the
archer and a moon in the blood, i have a mind full of madness and a heart
bust at bud, and when the world spins round and the sun moves west, all
and all, thou't shall confess.
cancerian moon - the stars offend us, each
whirl of sun, as red as jesu's minds. i do not care for the world beyond
us, nor wrangle for the ring on its murdered wynd. cancerian moon - sun in
the archer. cancerian, moonless mind.

i do indeed have a cancerian moon; moreover, i am sagittarian?!!

led bed dedly, led bed dedly; led bed dedly. dedly moon, dedly sun. led
bed dedly. led bed dedly, led bed dedly, led bed dedly. dedly moon, dedly
sun, dedly womb, dedly tongue: ded within, ded without, ded within, ded as
doubt. led ded, led ded, led ded bedly, led ded, led ded, led ded bedly.
led ded, led ded, led ded, led ded, led ded, led ded. led ded bedly.

the ghostly human, locker-staring at the sun
discerns for children then shoots a taxi-gun
the ghostly human, the endless ghostly superhuman
and a venal sinal snap
cracks in twelve
and a daddy dealer to cellves will swing for pap
O, a ghostly human, locker-staring at the rain
discerns for crayons as a burner aside red pain
heaps hay long children to spastic clocks; and
me and my mental superhuman
appear spine-stilled
O, a ghostly lead-dead spun wind has to relapse
across minted mentalisms
O, a ghostly godly women fuses shrouds with cats

eyes have appeared denied by air where aged rats
get burning for dirt, disease, sex and deaths; and
batterers build brines from peas
and wiveners piss on trees where mutteflies
over-feed weepers with body-leaves

O, O, O; a parental sea-lie has to caress beads
O, O, O; a sentinel aside tides has to sow meads
across cicadas and vermeil sickled star-breeds

uh uh uh
tut tut twitter tut flacker

the led bed deaths found in an adult cot will
damge fists with whipping spy-drills

uh uh uh
tut tut twitter ticker flicker

the supermen who use super-powered dills
will sermon after dudes and caping thrills,
and dizzy dog-men lean across midnight hills
and pieties of pug-men dream of titty lip-mills

led dead bed deaths found in adult slots will
scurry aside city hens and fucky ferine killers

uh uh uh
tut tut tacker tippy masser
uh uh huh

we wish goodnight to french terrain as ripplers
sink cakey knives upside a naked glue-world
and nipplers, spiced, use wide opened gal-rippers
to strip a dyking headpiece from lesbian mirrors

uh uh uh
led bed dedly
led bed medly; O, caravans carry cars to rizlas
uh uh uh
led ded bedly
shred bed family,- crashes use illegal crash to
entertain poxers with shoes

and, ashen as she cums, staring goddess
lingers in de West
and a nudist sea-flex swings for nests
and, ah ah ah,

i have seen at close of heaven's day a blinded car
come concertina for the lilt of God and christ's vaginas
and, uh, a swelling war
comes smelling wards when pealer nurses cut sweet minors
from evil vaults where filthy adults play.

uh uh uh
tut tutty tutterfly
come homeward now and blow love's minds,-

AMEN...

Copyright JDB 2000.

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