AT THE BODIES                           there are 1,000 chapters  and 775 pages to this lengthy text.

 

This lengthy text is eternally dedicated to the utmost genius James Joyce, in full James Augustine Aloysius Joyce, (born February 2, 1882, Dublin, Ireland—died
January 13, 1941, Zürich, Switzerland),

 

 

1.

& these domed words I read & write Lay green waste to rode robins. O, midnight Lams a layered face with
Breaking bent bacon; & the kids inside pigs Pace for birdy brawls. Underneath a tree of nerds, we heat halls
& the maces of a starred nerve Lock a wormy finger where a sea of brigs Bangs bodies into stalls.
Anxious peering pill-men rig Stoned summer studies & the baby in a pall Will never end The Fall
& the ashes of stunned humans must recall Red herds & mad Christs. &, lunged, we hit on swallows as dead light
Dips to shadow.

& we shall dine with crocus eaters. o, As lamping hilled men sup ooze Then we shall dance for cactus reapers
& the duns of men dream of lotuses & the birds of Eden scatter hands. & we shall dine with crocus eaters. o,
As glinted fathers drink news Then we shall dagger after sunken Mumma & the birds of Eden scatter loosed
Pattering plumed hens. As the sadness of blue thunder cracks Hydras from ribbons Then a blind TV teases old radio. Old
Issues of slammed lovers Heap old dregs where cured souls Rabbit down the summits of parted foals
..
Aside to the dead & dunged, a musing crier Kills clocks with kiosk-killers &, o, we are dear to crocus eaters
&, lo, we are searing from Blue brides & distant cum. Eh? In the sides of a nice naked dude, we will notice
The wild wives of navels. O, as a sea of faces Fawns to death’s fed feather Then, gun-found, a dreamer of lubes lams
Blue birds & body-money. Underneath Ides, a crocus-chewer cuts clams. O, the cemented cemeteries of the shut dams
Odes to pissers; & the nice slides of the sex-killed Swarm slotted sunrises with lunatics. When once a knifed serum suppers after
Dolly drills & capped scissor-laughter Then veiny tree-chapels toss shied cores where Mother courage carries kids inside
Loamed dolls & mid-wives. I hear somewhen soon the jackass of The sun, the rain, & the hairless gods of
Caged cunt

2.

As a cagey canny killer rams down a river Then worm-razors will Rap daughters in dilly paper; & death’s mirror
Shines day against refractive night O As a cagey empty killer murders minds, then Tawny crocus-cries will
Wrap worn fingers around a pissing hill Lo & the dames of Easter tip a cup; & wet men Widen for pinned pled needles. Under women
We ride from shitted sleep & we urinate upon a flex of wheat. Where once a washy git guitar smokes a car
Then the tears of teemed flava Fucks a veined snailed pistol; & cumming Mars Sinks a pled picnic down a labia..
As a cagey cunty spiller slides up from hills Then pottery pealed mothered dills Sink salt swank where beds reel
& piss-petted porcelain Ends, & saline cemeteries lend bud to shocked Dairy dumb Alice.

When once loud minnows turn to meadows Then scalded lours of darkness will Billow into sweat cunt. Under hills,
Struck dolphins pee in evil human eyes O & the rended sinner of the killed earns spies & the emptied empires of damp & dry
Sunders washing babies & the scented smell of rain lifts gay skies & the loneliness of fathers Craps within a crocus Venus
O, When once loud pillows smother paint then Listening vampires dig bald gals where men Shower invisible guns with
Tie-dyed dollar dares…The laden leaders of the grave-mown
Vanish into hair.
o-ho!

What with windmills flowing under bivouacs of prayer, We will surely notice grey houses under fear; And true roads cure
cars with caravans and, o, When once we consider our true English martyrs Then genoas under feathers will
Suffer a slighted sea of punches … and eyes glow like killed clever Leda-illness. Ah, what with pulsed peeled tentacles
Avulsing passion and pain, you and I will Lean inside a spoiled street And counter-attract
Giddy tarmac.

3.

Oh we searched under moonlight, clambering too high And, sundered, our ocean kite died. The mean blast of wind-slipped
pools found our eyes Eager to bleed and writhe. Through shunted sired blue fields, we caught out
All well-read lovers who kissed for drought And none of us, even if dead, understood the drive For dills and diamonds.
O music scantified our sanctified allegiance to thought And then skifflers scythed Cut ritualised teacher wives
O and we curled up inside an abandoned dreaming suicide, Corn-yellowed, ghosted by rapes and fierce forced skies,
Just like a pewter tree, we axed taught iron when Ebonies strike ivories from Rivers and guns.
Curled deep down inside a snotty knotted night-dress, I Will summon a sound of sexy water To swing under drips and
clasped eyes
..
O, when once inside a mind, a trilled tale was told Old men supped snappers from huts and larders.
And an ionic shirking bed of beads Bangs clamorous catted corn dolls from fields of reeds And, when one wretching for
closed keys, Then jeerily joking by, a night-lit killer rides from Cited eagerly eaten spot-lipped salt guns.
Where the silence of the local church gabs from Renascence darts, then shabbiness under teas Broil fished baits where Ponte
Vecchio butters A tawny teased tubed tongue, And, o, as blown apart as true witches, Male venuses vaunt after Florence
and old suns.

O, underneath a Chinese sky, the sold saviour Bustles after beer and star-layers you, youths and me.

4.

When thunderheads spiral into space, then a wild drome Is nailed into a church-chidden city-To move, a masking venus
will suck naves from Bound sloth and sleep. Trilled trees dip laxative leaves inside a rancid gun
And starry silver men scatter a swelled sun Against luminaries and liquid statues. Mean groom, jeered doom,
sex-seasoning willows Weep for reeling star-releasing weights of Smirking cunt grapes And a stagnant dilly doper’s
encounter with Robbed rocky headaches Stops where startling summer Appears dammed Under rockeries and schooled thunder.

A sudden statement inside litter-ridden, mind-strewn Spraying, vast and nude-arsed Midland men sit astride a pup-bound wasted
City mask And, faded into fingers, we eat up rheumed Rods and cones And, o, when closed eyes float to sleep, then
Transfixing fiery mind-moans Ride a motorway where a scissor under ken Tracks all mown men down
And, once frenched, then a caring cunt-clown Grips giddy gills where closed caverns crown Endlessness.

A rose-masted Venus holds a slide to a messed Mentalising nudie And wedded wights whip weaved death
And smittles under laired cock-crests Drop a calmed candle in a cave of Baited buttered bodies. O gone to pure ugliness
now, evening chanters slug Brigs and ashes.

All Allusive Immense and bustling mini men Suffer the dear and droned. All Massive Intended and interned women
Suffer the seared and loaned Columns underneath Crazy vamping temples rend Masted venuses And All kids who
understand Bacchus Appear to overpower Jupiter and Mercury where Old lamps swing in a gentleman’s chair.

5.

Irreligious, perhaps, or else fed to Moon vixens, You and I will come to tear Teenaged fish And cunny colossus
Cuts Religious pagan pled puts when Sex plies for cabby crab women

..
‘Are we near home now?’
,,

O all male light is negative – Eyes have sown tears where empty sedatives Paint luminous shadow with tree-trekked mind relatives.
The sired soul with cede will smack ghosts inside papers- Eyes have thrown tears when empty expletives
Paint illumined kneeled fallows with sea-decked heart palatives And, wound in willows, we hear the fierce sun turn
Westward, where a shrill scraper hazes up in burned Hills and wine-negatives.

Where a pliant foetus in a sad rill rots and stops, Then blenched bridled beer brides Sup cocky cocoa.
And, pushed in a plod pram, a strange girl has walked Inside a faceless pool where confinement’s coda stalks
Sowed shone illegitimate estranging orbs in another mind, perhaps, we would plod for scented lunches when the depths of school war
slivered across a keen lunar stalk and we will perhaps try to cry and, o, as we hear a cry of death riding
deep, deep inside a schooled town where elderly kids arise from out learned tributaries and moody messed haired lies
and a bruising gift of a slag crunches on gamed bagged bully brass men
..
The prisoner within is hugging our student memories As if teach-possessed by sucked spongiform Flies and custards
And the local focal fascists who preach booked bastards Will surely rock for never-forgotten-cane
And, lo, we hear a hollow school bell Knelling in our tears where shone shoes and bad brains
Build us a bricking in of the boiling And, uh, as first thirsty frenched kissers cram swelled
Uniformed echoers Then dizzy wide whiteboards smarten verse-veiled Musical mathematics And we are shaped from
a dumb earth where Indolent spastic’s dinner spoons Rock and rock deep inside a kidded classroom,
..
What with lies and damned lies and then autistics Weebling their dumb way to coded school city, gymnastics
Drifts across empty grey emptying rooms, With thinking ghosts confabulating inside private pupil’s sadness
..
6.

Someday, too soon perhaps, the dyslexic in her poet tower Will come kill us deviously? Or is it more perhaps that bookish bowers
Cut all keen trees down? I will chase after children on bared school stairs I will tutor-chase all of us
Back home, when The distant local past of keen staffed women Shoot chalk And keen staffed tutored gold men
Play happy as pulled staff stalk Educative missiles And the footers that shoot sacked lies Snap a darkening field of
Caged taughtened teachings And boggy blues stab shoed mind-mitching
Wide joys.

All too cold to suffer the punishments of Ghastly gob, we walk inside sleep as river gods Suck steel from our concrete devise,
and, o, as gods Darken, then sparkling seraphic bods Shaft tarry self-sex down a tree of dogs. O, the star-spilt subways where we made
our salt mire Shafts down ten pence as a placid mind Decays into coals and Atlantic coke-grimed Gulls and mined wine
And, when shudderingly inhaled, a peeling fag Infuses puffed laurels with coaxed cigar drag. Unfounded, we suckle ironed
drawing-boards when Peering stucco windows Appear as if dunged from windy whipper meadows
Ah.

Bedded by bulldozers, danger, subvention and delusions Take speech from skin And thrill-entreat dumbed dogs and illusions

Voila!

Viola! O, ma mary was weeping while Earth and damp sponged away a son’s Keen cruel smile And the dead chose to awake
where guns Shot sculpted sundials. So much appeared vague now, and sense Reeled under love’s thumb
And the lazed gods of the dead welcomed Sniped air where Infinite light slapped lightning Inside a blue world.
Mad ma mary chose to cry for god But jesus was born where god Played for crossed dreams…
If we might touch the hand that love Shaped for us, then we would surely Arise ..

And I had seen death before me Never watching the oblivious dark, Have never sat for too many hours Hearing the hovel
of my dreamt heart Keeping hold to gilt rain- O, your spirit appears pained Ah, you seem filled by
Childlike pain and fuelled sea grain. Infirmed by skin, we are born to Awake to sin in high season But we shall awake to find
Love’s tears raving under Clinked nerves and father’s Endless drawl.

There is a glib scene etched upon my mind- As ruled agony shakes me, then timed Sea cities Ram dusts against suns
and sedges And the darting dogs of law Crash.

7.

While keeping hold to two sliced hands, Eyes drink themselves inside Lammed tears, and fields under clams
Suck ferine oysters And dizziness under papers neuters Painted penile plumes
O As we are entering a dreamt kingdom Then we play killed.

Where loadstars level loss against keen grief Then an acquisition of pharaohs fathers Men and cribbed meat
And, lo, when once a killer pride rots a lover Then pierced pyramidal pantheons weep after Feathered teds and
cum-washed laughter OO- a cantering colossus carries Knifed knaves where bodies Burrow lodestars within pivoting puled
Blades and spooled Onion daisies

Endless kindlers forego All fierce remissions And god plays dead.

When the tenacity of a conjurorn Casts spells under magical conquerors Then an illusive sea of wands Rams honey
into rabbits and a rat in stoved hat has sunderers laying waste to doves and split spelt gateways.

Today’s agony appears too deep to name - I heard my own name But heard a murder on my name
And where mean gods of pain Penetrated my tired mind, then Startling magical memories Appear wasted by illusory
sun traffic.. There is a constant struggler in this framed Poem farm,
And poetry sometimes swells like A fabled faceless moon-magic And Magwitch sups a sea of light.

Even now, I can taste the emptied street O, when under vows, I can taste sea of town-sleep And the neural nebula
which corrupts delves mental thrones for sea sluts.

O, this side of an ironed old city, nuts Crack against a seaside And the instant gods of words stammer, and buts
Crack cavers. Riven inside grey ash-weeping eyes, I Shovel shriven sailed salt where Charged pewter peed prayers
Dig hands into Evenly spaced colour true.

does dust dream for Sneezed whores
And does real life suck wards?

8.

Bulldozed to the very bone, timed paralysers nebulise Nailed salt clinkers, And hulled by domed fathers, we may suffer
Puled pillows and easy rites. A lifetime of sonnets rocks lithe generations where Ladied lazy latter-day scrive-
Dams horsed laverocks spring from Ignited claved rockeries- Tubular screened headaches
Mould mouthers where guns Sex-session cum-stemmed masted mind rapes
. o Now, suddenly banished, urban dove-drakes Shop seabirds for Endless thieving boat-warded rizla lakes.
that time when I chose to clamber after faded beeches Then I witnessed a sylvan shot gun,
O I saw bled sliced bread tracing tops where red suns Rode from east to west And, sold to soft deaths,
I chose to slam a dumb Leery city where a jambled jump of war
Lent beds to slept deaths.

The bared sun-bedded spirit of a loud moon Served a sexy liege to a lunar star-spoon And, inside gentle riches,
parabolas of pores Pealed green picky moss from lying, benedictives And, As mobbed mates
Swim idle cobwebs around a heavy lake Then the Sun will be burned
Out And the sweltering brain Will spin like a female sonar babe.

O the night I chose to climb my window sill I saw a slivery lobed star Crying, and the families of mazy debs will
Shatter, Just like a soft bell.

O did it have to hurt just the way it did When we appeared departed from Heaven’s blue branches-
are we now lit where Half-senseless poems read songs to pulpits And did we ever suffer the sun?
And did we ever suck love’s gum? Or what was it we never said?

Of mental witches, I shape our silent earth’s Pungent world pool where Mystery pomades innocent bulled prayers
And Annals of thunder may well stare Deeply down Inside a hollow endless town.

9.

Silence has a licence

Three red rooks slide inside a moon-wreck And rush against violence in a gallery O two loud lashed sparrows
peck against Mauve valleys And a woodpecker lammers A masted Venus where shells swirl by…

Endless winged acrid revenues send paints High up where widening window-feints Bled bannering brusque
burlesques And, ah, notices of transverse tears Drop a lunged pool in a cured curved cross.

Oh, laird Byron, - was thy easy death Drowned under fishy sex breath?

Inside limbo, dog eyed veins lead us to Limitless nothingness- What with stone transepts shaping
Blurred blorted beaky endlessness, then blued Bed and board Drives due West where the huntress of screws
Touches treacle And love’s Caucasian funeral Traps capped sea rats where nudes
Noose All giddy men.

O defining hearses light up the dark. Fallowed by gassers who scheme in the park- Crossed ill shadow cuts soft hearts
And thermometers of thunder sire Gilly female ghosts And, twigged under glass, female hosts
Shine where bright sin Scatters stars on birth’s shores.
,..
Outside of us, where snipped sizers dance, A naked nudist nightlight incinerates Widening woman’s sweaty nitrate
And, ah, a tree pokes out its bony arms And rips ringed leaves from Darkening jewelled sun guns

Within a rejected sex style, a banging sea snake Is charmed by cunt-rain.

O as I begin to quote then poets under dead seed then I Appear prearranged by gods and angel men:
old sea wives Entreat dodgy drapes And, when once a faked whore gets caped, Then a boldening bed of beards
Sea-slams all fair peoples.

Outside of us, a jeering Moped streakily crashes for Wept whined dust worlds where prisoned boors
sack arms in engine waters, And the slackening arrows of grey rain Warp us within doctoring domes
where old laws Mouth mouths off…
..
O, caressed by motored mountains, citied loss Dreams of Paris; And we will find Paris in London?

10.

The indolent mellow moon hangs like a bright hag The violent yellow moon Maddens, and, laced, where
once salt bags Hang cunts from cartoons Then quintessential beauty, dystrophied under tunes,
Swallows all bruises.

O I saw Florence - I awaited so long for Heated sex beliefs But the bullets in a bounce of whores
Shot parabolas stoned dead before I could open up love’s front door. Hereabouts, dark suns seem dirty –
nude decay Cuts Leviathan from pierced nips as budders blaze And, la, as a curtain in a pout-elbowed grave
Stops

Then sex plays killed.

The lost hilly traveller unwinds into bedazzling fields, Woven inside wept wolves and cat yields And the
sodden sides of a green mind Fellow fawns with watery beer blind Drunk goddesses. Here, under stars,
a mortal car’s cinema Shows reeled seas where blue countesses Claim candy crowns from
Dizzy wives whose yelping priestesses Shoo the scars of bound Bully basins.

We may well marvel at renascence art but we shall Interline garlands with lineaments of skulls And we may
well unravel for Evil dells and midnight wards, But, o, as gritted laxates lam loaded dolls
Then a mighty knighted Church Lays blue waste to Peace.

Underneath focal gardens, balls Dance, dance Forever- and steeled diamond-brawls Suffer suns as
starry signs stop flown flowers with interfusing Bols and broads.

O where fazing fast city fugues Impassion wide geese with fanned nudes Then, as thunder falls, we will hear
Enamoured easels painting coded tears. Shabbiness, bone-made, bridles fears
And blanketing body smears Sully sniffs with struck stoned roods
..
And as the rods and cones of wars Retain no beauty or light, then dudes Will certainly empower us
With lily limbs and central sex pus.

Only when the Pont Vecchio Detains silent duty will the Ids of lust Interlink staged statues with
Larded finger fluffs - sense suffers

Blown babes and filmic sea fathers.

O, as our creased cartel hearts Smother dolls and darters, then art Shuffles off And smittles may well mark
Cold graves and statues.

Ah, all of a keen sudden, I hear a frosted swallow Praying for eagled glory And, linked with stories, my open mind must fellow
Laden wards where closing bodies Ring dire dolls inside a dragged dim drome where
A glistering golly prize Pegs pushers with vaginal vixen brides.

11.

I was watching a televisual sea as a sea-gull’s snare laid me with richness where I buried the first haloes of a fete of flowers
the cindering gallows of city towers dam cheese with public powers and, draped from kids, a pub of heirs
tallows tripped titters with dunged bells and blued belled beaded slain pigs.

just yesterday, I was caught nude as a candy kid caught men dying, and the wrought iron sunrise where closed lying
lends ears to fucking must come to noteless nothing?

Well-found, where lichen lobbies after Rathed robes and fathers Then, worm-shadowed, a sea of saviours
Sups candled cured mother, And, o, when once a mean male maker Cuddles caverns, then Foxy perm-bakers
Lend nude tears to scrunched mermen.

O all too much life has been lived for Goaded gossamer and dark driven wards And the blind bods of men will snore
And the mental mods of men Must sucker snipped zen as Vastness volleys bivouacs of green dust

Up, up, Inside a rolled world where weak wasps Sting beds with hornets And honeyed city hairnets
Sally sawn billies with green-glazed Daubed daddies: we shall hear gas Grabbling after gabled grass
Soon?

Year after emptied years, devoted glass Swells up for Thinning city stores And the shivery slates of the emptied past
Cut shop windows Down.
.
Ivories dapple dogs with Downs And the eyes under brass Swing for ebony clowns.

Smittles have laundered hearts, Gables jam rendered darts And urban corbans within pasted puled carts
Rot just like a heart.

As a cash of houses strangles coded city fields Then a farmless sea of angels Awaits bulldozing guns and tunnels
And the wastrels of coded stone-deals Motion mental sashes when corded cunt mussels
Meld deleterious town fancies – diamante gunnels Shoot piled pillows with paralytic Teetotal antatriptic
Viscous vaginal cock-dipped Dog leaded

Rhinal statues..

11.

This boat we are sailed in appears antiseptic. Dull star-shine compresses us within mind-frantic
Drowned dreams of Sickly alligators and pursing pleasure-paved Dampening glided marmalade lays
And the torn teasers of minge-made gods Drug doctored drains with Forced fires and trampolines.

Underwatered by scentless nectarines, we will scream And spooling mind-fractious fairy screens
Must sun-slave a dog of dust and a fixed dairy Dung-grubbing ghost of rills and ice-creams.

A lifetime with a liquid wife will divorce closed cribs And blown brawls must hit Bods and cunt-shit
And, o, as dibblers drag dames for tits Then cantering cantaloupes must swim after
Wax lips.

Uhhhh…

Oh did we once overhear the flash of gods and tears? Oh, did we defend our eager pelmet-seated weird wide
Drastic tawny theatres?

From underneath a farming Dionysius, we surprise Plaudits where rape-roaring Sophocles
Rams Euripides with Oedipus and romanced Romantic Aristocratic Punched cunt and rapine Medusa’s wormy
Serpent head of tragic Pornosapphic blue veiled stage-slides.

Be stilled…
And glisten now as we listen to the dark And then we may mark Olympic bods who appear sucked from hard
Mental movies whose horny arch Cuts coded thesps from wise nudes and carped Penis-paled prosceniums
And, o, pacing Plato cuts Socrates And, lo, olden earthy Grecian summer sleeves
Tuck bodies up in a modern city’s Chained dog war And ancient nymphs neck a tied
Round of rotunda and clown-cries.

Where teemed flattened urethras shed saps Then marbleized relics move Back home, where men and craps
Wed wool wives to obsidian sex snaps

Eh?

It is rather like having one’s eyes out for Xmas, What with the visual day gone down, eyes witness
Wound up skate optics where visual viscous esplanades Roll a roving star-picture where
Lobed stilled steeled life shuts wines-stains in snares

Christ seems to behave rather like an objective painting, And the rods and cones of a filmed Christ sees ceilings
Feinted under fast frames and sandal canvasesAnd the laden liquid artist has
Crammed lead markets hidden in his stained mask.

12.

.Wintry starry hedgerows burn, burn Ah a window in a hung fern sun-worms Widening widow whores that
cut a cockerel’s firm Pull-pliant tainted river of sun-floured Beaten easel sperm
And corrals of daubed plastics interfuse Eared shearers with leaded dabbed urned
Greasy teats and Van Goghs.

Will-fed with a spastic’s spoon We go up like a pink baboon, and iced terns Trickle where boozed parting
boxed bread burns Dollop markets under Mackerelled arty thunder
And beds spin around Fan-fingered waste-sound!

AMEN? AMEN?..

Inside an obsidian mind, Outside my bed, inconsequential cunt keeps Sex-experiment with seeds and candy wheat
And, o, there is an experience of death’s spine And, lo, a sea of kids pokes tongues inside
Swung sleep. Why should I claim to own me; death’s bride Sweats for walloped weddings
And, singed by wards, as blown sky spies Then motorising malachite metes webs to Woven scissor nudes.

Here, where we lived, a siege of carnations Gallops after bled weed And the strewn spies of God greet sleeved
Pursy paled receptors of telephonic Radio sleaze.

O we are cut from the death of us Ah we are shut within Darlings and female prison-pus Sss
-This city’s concrete union saws lemons from Sun-toothed green graves O a mean nave drags beards and guns
Shoot moon-tided blurred lays And this side of a swine, a ravaged seat of boys
Sets fire to wasps- A dullard of a son-lode laps prickled Rotund prison cloths And the dunged noisy
nostalgia of loss Enchants the purple ghosts of one billion crossed
Blind farm..

An apple’s sour farter hurls huge cores when Rusting rotted plum men Rot for sweet xmas
And, oh, as a dog in a dram toasts men then dollies Dream of human women.

Underneath an ice-cream crown, we lead kids where Home is fuelled by sweet ice O, a sexy sunny sorbet
points at viscous pain where Loaded caned carts carry thrushes inside
Mental sausage vans and whippy wolfed life.

As sparks of seed stab an innocent bloom, light Fills a brightened sea sky with white midnight’s
Bar of blades And as windfallen wares War against a sea of wine Then penuries of Venus extend armed snares
To caved cunny vaginal
Salt smears.

As proud larks sing for a savage penis paw And where lobs listen to society’s stone store
Then a line of monkeys Will surely lend dogs to moneys
O

13.

I champ lips of grass - fierceness Fallows a wet clitoris when a piling penis Chops arses Into tall tearing rivery corpses
.,.While wrapping celled stars in blind wind, Claw-toothed ravaging sperm swine Cut smouldering screws where old wind
Farts under caned nuts, And, nude as lust, we stab a bloomed City’s killed garden where the lips of glasses
Don snow-blind babies.

Playing for scrapped sleep, we hear celestials Ramming city slightness And the blue grey orbs of a city’s sadness
Rends hot whored tears from stone madness. We will play cast and marooned for death’s
Multi-basked bound scissor chest And eyes flow like drinking-fountains?

And if I were tripped up by mental sisters Would I understand Fractious bound women, and if I suffered
What should I intend for Nylon knickers and love’s sex-war?

Down pilled nets, we hear a soft score Bagging flowers within openings, But openings appear stored
Deep, deep down Where pistils under budded Downs Dream of natal clowns..
Your tombs achieved in my town Lead rocky reeves aside a blued browned
Pall of pears and dummies- Appled seizuring plum-red biddies
Neck a gem-glued spark- gibed goddesses lend bodies To old-fingered buttoned haversacks
And you and I will answer back
To all patted parental heat-attack
.

Staled pikes lend lenses to circled Synergies when the Osiris of bled sacs Scissor dames from caked sine clapped
Beeches of bones.

Uh

14.

Inside an aftermath of hipped heap hedges, A keen night sleeps between the veins’Bright green granaries of dark and
light: mean sedges Feed Keat’s to father, Eyed sleep speaks poems under versing Swirled grey manna
And, o, when Indian angels season Keen henna nights, then a blithe city’s saviour
Leads chalked car-cunted swum cadillacs To passing passion’s castled flowered Pressed rooms where
we shape our failures.

Foals, it is true, canter when far too young, Picked ponies, with maned horsed plumage, thrum
After gabbling green stable-scrummed Untidy shackled sops.

O, the lovely sides of a febrile city Vanish into prayer And, rogued, afterwords for beckoning pity
Piece forever The wind-wells of a flower’s Withering endless garden, And the scar-lit urbane life of leisure
Stops dead.

Old youth and I squat beside a splendid moon And the dreams we expand on Can asexual wintry loss-
Bad boys brag as babes stun Ditties of dolour and languid crossed cum
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Sheltered closed men pay to feel alone, Ideal roads crackle And, led to smoothed lenient bones
A crabby courier of cemented apples Pop chopped cherries with Fulcrums of felonies and gaoled drips.

As we see febrile noses drip, then we lose Mean city snots to melded nail-files, and closed dudes
Becalm the seven seas of Escaping exits under drawling esplanades where A slappy soldier gets killed at peace-time.

Hot pelmets of impassioned guns and wine Rock a gunned mind’s Clacking salt grenade of shot bell-blind
Fay beauties who died for England’s eyne.

Never a keen word or an entrenched whisper May clarify the mad clarion of soldiered Lamed lives
Never again for a mean world or a sister’s Wren sea-gate where bombing misters
Drop, As dead as a body…

As early warring squaddies suck up Vast avowed seats of naped necks and cuts, Then we will cleave us a caged
Imprisoned bell-starred hacking Home coming murdered warred men.

God lies in keen wait where women
Welcome deaths back home?

15.

A deranging dotty girl has walked Into the fast rivers of my life, O, she has shown pain under me as
She bolts proud shame to love’s door And she has become obsessed With weaving wedded wind where
Naped necklaces Cut tragic sylvan bodies from Another time, a further sea of air.

Too much keen life has been done, All too many maimed lights have been, Torn from hands and heights
And the entombed barn where suns Struck guns from giddy cock-screens.
Oh, I can still overhear my dunged Badly beaten bared body, and, hung, We will surely hang scores with dreamed
Neon bitten sex-scum And the bad word I breathe jumps Bled boys and slashed cunt-rumped
Penile sawn streams.

Baulked by riders , I will arise And dirty pigs will live at my side.

O if only god could abuse a human telephone Then Genuity would surely Speak for a dialled mind?
Muddy microphones Serve holy schizophrenic overtones To forged hands and pursed lips against
Surly stripped receivers, and rayed life Sups shortening loose connections as Christ
Dawdles for forged trips and celled Bladdering wired men who summon wiped
Wetted answerphones: when shaken tree life Axes herself, then green boughs bewrayed

To dark starkly dunging drones, then Rebuffs caused by coked ringed huge men Snuffle after a kindness
of friendships which Lift a cell-phone And salt sex stickles down the deadline
And hoaxes, heeled, seal raped lipped wine
O

Invidious slit-minded cranial cunt-climes Slacken And rippled mentalis sees mines Cutting schemes of guilty grimed
Hard hauled plastic ships And hard hauled mastics rend cold shit.
The impassionate flower of fed dead men Drools with jonquil stems, And mad hands give in?

Hand-gnarled by fondling nut faces, a vein-leafed lovely Guides impassioned fevers through the lazy
Sun of Woman, And, lo, I see an old stone being hammered to Seasoned caged Woman.

Wet crazy lives link coke with cravats and, nude, As motels and villas Enpowder blood with killers
Then, o, dark-clad children, wharved, cut rude Manx manes and rivers.

Patient as patent parents, a bad ball in a snood Cuts us up And veined clouds cut Out.

16.

Gone to sea-gulls, a skinned raft of riders Drowns torn tides to bits And, stunned, a baby in a slip
Feeds of creamed dead milk powder Poised upon our family, a fathered fire
Separates from salt seed And ingoted guns suck Blamed beardy bleared fuck.
Five flashed ginned fingers in trees Are axed fast away.

As lemon tasted nail-varnish Covers cruel milked redness Then gauche razors cut deadlines
And, sown from flava, supped vanished Fucked gal wives Send torn sex-towers where
We were once born to sleep and eat And pay a gilling mind to snapped sperm-wheat.

O, it has all been said before, and there is Nothing left to do except to dream of a kid’s
Robotic infant shadow, And the more we aim to befriend Keen kids and value
Thence gods, under statues, must star-shend New city jewels and coned city hens.

And how now shall our endless minds find mental dreams Forced to waste? O, only if we taste a
poet’s tree and its dead sea of Lynched fruit-taste
.
A red bird-song serenades cavatinas of sex-waste and the natural aching beauty of the sun
sings for swifts and swallowed guns.

Ah a napped kitty of cuddies cuddles a cute Swell of jewelled dictated magic, and, uh, a suit
Shroud-clads one million divined dining Dark anorexic cubbies where arrow-root
Slaps gold sashers outside teemed topplers And a keen cantata of the easy dead put for liars
Ah.

Of rain and sun and seas and sky, I will play An old role where young sprung summers raise
Chilled beautiful female fjords where criers Are wed to sweated old-veins
And the ghosts of gritted pain will hear fathers Haunting blurred teachers with hell-sided lovers
.
Cold kids in small spaces die very long, and, Hipped from spun sails Vile bodies bend, bend, bend.

When skinned jewels sparkle too much, then countless birds Will emigrate to numberless rivers
Oh, of rain and rum, we tip our tipsy sea words Outside Agnostics who race after dark mirrors
,,
And a sunned sapphic scarred blather of beds mouths Mounted maws that give gassy cinders to
Blue city grates.

Lo, we appear unfulfilled by our eternity, and, once Moved to hot tears, we vie to shed
Lemon limbs when Wept woolled chap horses raid glassy children
From paned pi and pissed high spunk.

17.

Where we sat and talked till late afternoon, we
Lost track of fear.

The blithe and bastard prisoner of the rain Hugs gaolers with chained city hands, and, o, when rain
Raises rope from greenly grouping barred cold keyed Locked pities
Then rivalled loped slop-out Suffers dark dinners.

Too much of our life has been spent Sundering boozing worm-widows with cock-bent
Cobwebbed spider-gloom And we must shape our fatal dreams where scent
Perfumes poetic blind-rooms.

Just like pled porridge at crack of morn, dents Parade after lock-ups and closed
Urban grafts And, o, where once cold graphs on the wall Scale death, then

We will group and watch Children on prison stairs wandering back home Where straightening
felonies farm for
Sloane-dollies.

O to dance on a ranch shaped from English leaves Should feel as nice as time
But, under spun ice, we melt inside the mind And the mind-gods gob angels.

While shrieking like a keen lash, we warden After slain and gigantic feinted futures
And a world under fire Dements the ache of angels.

An impassionate fermented sky-robber Paints mean ashes on a fantastic father And, sound-sized,
a corpse of killer tears All-subventing angels.

Wards in the war of men sink beds Deep, deep down when Flinging, swelling sea-men quay-wed
Palpitating blown angels.

O
Made hotter, made swung from dregs Then cold eating fainted father future Dams lusts
with angled Donny Dom Daniel
And drapes darken mother earth.

O before the true hospitals were built,
O behind a blue stunned hostel, salty sour milks
Was chained to brusque cured acids.

Where molecules of fierce traffic avulse from Conductive mind ashes, then a skein in silks
Enchain queens to filthy charmers.

We have always perhaps built our roads wrong- Even now, beneath our tears, I can hear
Naked bull-dozing cemented fears Dropping.

There is some kind of circuiting mind Supping teas from life And, oh, where we walk
for an old wife Then we trap a sexy suburban tigon where wine
Displaces All gardened roods.

18.

Past all ashes, when directly ahead of us Shrilling mad moggies seer for a feline’s crust,
A dulling darkness where sense comes to dust Flings spied apples against
Shied binned booked tables. Dredged from drabbles, a fast flame’s cuss
Hexes curled cured horses when Careless widows roll windows
Down…

Throb, throb, throb goes the whiplashed Car of kind kids Blood, blood, blood flows
like a dick-dashed Carpark raised from picked Plummy child fools.
-
Orchids under porches will catch fire And veiled doormen stride Nude cabs and flown pyres
And keen bunting boned canine mules Race till drowned.

My god’s silence Appears as cold as deep Bad valleys: When god heals violence
Then sad galleries Freeze.

This summer sea has Amadeus for a son, - As jived pianos Play Under divine haloes
Then
Vaulted glass
Sings.

O I would take A gal: My schizophrenic state Will rock for The fats of sex And warring
death Ravels Down Inside Bared borrowed Teaselled
Treed wives.

& I am Alone
In a stone
Uh?!

And guilty female gods will blossom into sound- The empires of the killed cut playground
And, o, when once a handbag full of weed Lams lady loss Then eateries slam slapped plaits within the
Cross. Oh, nettled knicker men daub the fussed Fiddler of seven easy wives
Ah, wetted kicker men daub all lust With chisels and floury cake-knives.

As we capture our own photographs, then We will negate all men when Idioms of negated negative screwed men
Ride half sex saddle.

..Our eyes appear sail-rodded, Stunned men lay coded peace,
And the aisles of the steeped hear corpses Withering within closeted
Star-sailors.

As we sat and talked of rain, then horses Rode us to small pieces And, gelled, a doddery body of horses
Rides for gold dust.

And there must be drought in city heaven when Rathed lovers become chilled as women
.
19.

These word-gems I am thinking of appear like broken sun-loss, Oh, as youth turns to age, then god’s gloss
Feathers fashionable razors with blinding scissor sparrows.

The dearest dell of dead Man suffers old kids, the summons of a bell Rips knellers from vast brass vids when
Boned birdy bakers Baste bad litters where cognitive closet men
Slap passion’s girl-back
Fine and intimate families find tac Sticking guns to English glass macs: Closed keen macadam
And merciful barrows mind a swung market
Ahhh.. Integral cells annoy pothered trunkets and the clearest truth we tell
Leans back in a dentist’s chair, and hell Telephones The lovely sides of a pornographic sea shell.

Laconic fathers volunteer for bones But bones crack
Up, And then electronic eyes of stone Slap cured razors when Blue bunnies bang inside sloaned
City bodies.

Against all keen weather, drones
Suck false flowers.

O the day plays dark, o, the cars of clay parade after Concertinaed city laughter
And, as a bled bod baits father, then mother Will feed forced milk to hereafter?
Pinned under pleaded sleep, man and old masters Revel in the arse of dead shore.
the tided truced tripped lip which wars for fished fissure men ignite swung jazz-gorged
seas of stunned star-fire.

For better or buttered worse, a luminous hand herder
Shuts spastic fevers
Under urban glazed wards, and old feathers
Fan five winds.

20.

A chained history of temporary river men Weeps for god’s defence
Then old yellowy nicotinous gabber men Jabber like pigs and women
O.

To whom I may address an ashen speech May well be riven in the grounds
And the kids of bed-covers Ram fairy thumbs in petrols, as lovers
Dam a ramrose with chilled cunt killers.
Someday, a human cigarette offers us Splendid ashtrays: the meek will puff dust
And severed love heats smoked dust, Clamming spotted pipers with
Coded fumed sun-sprigged
Burned twigs and cell-cribbed starry saviours

Depreciating under fire now, luggage flavours Loosen as smelly milky traders
Summon vacations from vague sea-bearers: Halfed by country favours, a field of failures
Vanished into deep rain

At break of day, I heard a whored widow awaiting High hills- the first born was held when
Radio ceilings ravaged Pliant city chickens, and the spires of carnage
Scutter for Fast funerals and the tillers of the poor.

A maternal, miraculous sun snares kissed wharves; Knit patterns on its heads will
Cut green ochres from dunged deaths and boors And the shrilled boring stars of gills
Gabble under drowned hired water. Tears stream from tragic air as bivouacs border
Warring wolved kids of
Endless summer orders where Love
Sallied a solitary slum.

This side of love’s tsunami, a dolly in a valley Varnishes dogs with lip
And the slide of god’s cold grip Sucks summers from a drip
And this side of love’s tsunami Wets a sheltered winter’s bed.

Of litter-strewn men, I shape my cause, O, summoned by apple-claws
Digs scrawn swine inside a closed ward; As veins catch keen fire, then laden words
Suck this earth
And die for spinning lyons...True silence has an ineffable need to in like a Soto:
As Sappho says a prayer, then purses
Open out into bags and blues.. My mouth is held in distant readiness for
Cradled men and gun-rocking Child war
And wharven men bedim grievous clucking Human hens.

Because I should take again a sea of hearses, Because I should know again
The riven rivers under sundered grain And, made neutered, cats inside veins
Lam layering loss with Eyes and romantic sauces.

O I will question for you about kids Then the noose-knotted killer of kids
Dies forevermore where Peacocks cry for planned pain.

 

21.

O the families of the thrilled snap relative bones. The slowed sleeves which pull about the stones
Came hanging headmost domes. The seizures of the stunned glow like a lover,
The canting sliding gun of the dead awakes inside murder, And the ganglions of the caped and killed
Sash hot female wode.

At very last, contented with a hot drug, men and milled Hasped hairs where the schism of the sun-stilled
Goes deep, deep down And cornucopias of sex must swell underneath Cemented masted Venuses
And the head of John on love’s platter Bangs in a forced hand.

Where once hapless dreams interfuse drakes with dada Then blown beds bend Outside all sleep.

Underneath a bridal wintertime, you and our cold home Worm-burrows where snaking city stone
Runnels under bedded cited screwed damed cities ..
All too much has been said about us: dumb daisies Greenly group and grope Year after trickling year,
the moon’s bald head.

Lunar vixens sunder silly wise owls that moan After soapy scudded bled baths And the cunny coasts
where castes heard Joan Jeopardising Napping baulks of renovative gaoled red
Night-maring Sunday’s echoings Of Christian fayres and fire-prayed forgiving Confabulating
inchoate private sadness.

A tall yet strange little girl has walked into A confined space in erratic scenes of blued
Blinded penuries And she has no need to smile for enemies o- she has no life to ignite
And historical female prison will delight Estranging silver bodies whose sea of night
Rocks, rocks, rocks,
Oh..

Some day in a house on a hired cliff I will shape my way for Deviant lager, and then I will taste fists
And sex will toast a sea of lips

22.

Outside a keen mind, shining hearses boom inside Soft shrilled city lights O as a jeering stone horse
carries soot into lies Then imprisoned beds pronounce sleep Dyed in a dreamt skull.

Nightlights drearily test for a litmus moon And the shaded sides of a winter’s cold wound
Pokes out eyes with surgical spirit. Marrying to a hoarded hospice, a dying doll
Marries a postmodern nurse – The drilled hankies of a loud hearse Doctors flyways when
Bars under digs enspade Old men and empty ties.

All things appear prearranged, all suited endless quotas, Appear predicted by False god
And, o, soft rain, wrapped in blood, seems Attended by tarots and Chinese dreams.
And we will shout at prophetic female wars and Moony entrancing vixens
Supper after futurities old hand.

Handled by flumed pastimes, timed tans Tuck a swimming clock inside I-Ching and impossible wives
And we ease our impossible tree-tribes And stop, stop
.
Croft filled shadows on a playground wall
Smile then fall.

Faraway, hidden amongst veils and ashes, the naked sun of morning Is drowned in its cold brightness. Eyed by
Wide eyed naked geese A sickled dream of deceased seasides Cut a fluid sedge from a sun-lit jived
Car of sex and music.

When crumbled under bridges, still light Blows harsh bones from cliffy midnight’s
Dark rained pool, And, detained by panic, when musical fools Fallow felonies under stools
Then blank bodied sex fools move City stones.

We are revealed to a tragic family, and Hung between stalls, caked bread-bands
Cut buns from baptismal baguettes, and roods Lam closed pities within Soil-gnarled city sin
And, lo, we will surely save nudes
And cease.

The witnesses winter wind has blown away Punched rain, I come again To swing once again worshipped dead day.
Here, where giddy feet push stone, then Pended burning mush Sets fire to summer’s cremated glory: as men,
We bully our swaggered feet for Seasons of striding autumn ward
And buttery interfusing moon-moors will end
..
More stately then ever before, dark women See fired shopped life Sending guns to sea Christs, and elbowed wharfs
Crush salty tilted soured milks Deep, deep down where Dappled blacked holy hair
Topples tonged blanched coddies.

23.

The fat yanking meadow where I was laid down widens into tragedy now. Plaited beachy dancers swirl under
clouds, and Mile-long sandy fathers Sweeten sods with eels and crab-netted mothers.

As plummeting sea-smoke rushes through towns Then, riddling crushed cake-crumbs with clowns,
Naked deadening monkeries Summon evil ghosts from dread nunneries.

I sucked silent sweetness from milled masonries And motorising mad milked families Hire holidays when
Scrapyards cuff cunts inside bloused memories.

O, the daily dead where we buried cooked men Stopped.

Sweet lust, should I sleep for heaven’s whored daughter Then you will sunder wept walled gardens where
You and I slipped from a stone chair. Please, sex said, how clean and sensible you are.
The next cleansed salt-cloud Rinses rotted roped rained sperm-drowned Vaginal mitched plane Mars
And oh, dare we read too eagerly, ah, if only Our lisp for city poetry
Lamped us deep within a rocked baby’s shroud Then digging dirty dimes
Will spend dollars in England.

I am a young poet whose headmost figures fall At the end-stopped spire of a yawning church hall.
Dusk comes for me from crushing tights, and drams Cut my organdie grip
And peddles of pips defecate on lips. Dam all papered writs, let fly the spunk of scrams
And doll deaths forever.

As when your salt tears scalded my lips, then The moving wept sky endears Coded love with impassioned
sweet men O,- Aside these tender sweat-snatched movements I hear right now
About the vales of the West and Where a fog of blue and grey Choke romantic wind-waves, then fears
Must open us with choked buried Murk and cheery crowds.

O and red youths and I haloed summers Deep down Where vacant frowns cried alone, a rill of Downs
Dragged an upended sky statue Outside a puckered poolroom
.
And I will tear pink nails, And I shall soar high above a female sex-sale
O, so close have we become
Ah, how dead seem the stars in a gun?
..
24.

Clucked out, a teeming spirit of eager prayer Howls down the city skeins, And, made eerie as true night, a car of air
Vicariously varnishes Vanishing fingers, and sheet-stunned pain
Perturbs an upturned ghost of gain. The miracles in a tea-spoon Swirls a sweet sugar prison where rooms
Soften and closedown.

And a blue chiffonier ports paddlers inside Bended brothers, and the snapped twinkled tides of
Drained drizzled green gods Appear as if performed on a burned slapped stage of
Magic penile vaginal circus god.

The damming cities of a wild mind Shoots dried stone- This sea of babies when I hear laid Love
Hanging gay-bags from Wheat seed pollenates fay slags and fast fog.

O we stayed here just one year when The banks of our poverties paid under
Miserly pylons.

I will not put off my death till a sea of craps Earths itself under silly joyful canny cats Ah as we boomed too
easy and too late Then bastardising bitter rats Will put off our deaths till a sea of snakes
Unashamedly ordained by passing Blithe hair-dying
City-masques.

I hear the loud noise of children dying for Ostentatious fairies, and, lo, as bible-broads Stoned everybody
then I saw up high Combed sad hair and tawny female lies.

O no, I shall never put my death off for Another sultry day . yet there is time for hoping After wills and
biblical god-lords.

The sad moment when you said ‘excuse us, sir, but we want dead?’ Has pinioned soft sweet hair
in my head And, o, what with keen ochres and pearls And, uh, what with coupons and worlds
Then we may well together impress Salty saline socks with blood vinegars and curls
.
Whence somebody else wantonly puckers up Then a crisscrossing ashtray must cut
A crashing tree of smouldering tea-cups And the piking pinked bosom of the sea-shut
Pokes out a pig’s tongue And discerns dolly drag, And faceless bully gabs recreate
All of the emptied bruised bible.

O for better and for worse, we knew that muck Would thrust a bedded Venus when floam
Snips a radial rotted rose from The town and its wrought Devilled sweated chippy chapped children.

Loudness emerges from an arable moon
And closed seas outgrab.

25.

Where apple blossom laid upon our eyes, As a country raised from sun, a Sunday’s wife
Observed rectors spiralling Against the sea and mind.

We sat and talked about thoughtless lives, About the stars in the rain And the idylls of
another time, and pain Renegades within.

The April wasp who stings under veins Sups lonely jam when Closed beewaxmen sear
inside the two Blonde hands of a fierce Lady,

And, lo, a wintry wonder ghost moves Sex and veils,

As if from buried wisdom, an Apsis and a dived worm Seek male ricotta
And the fiddlers under Ligula sear a fern’s Dead strutted gulfed garden
O.

As if from buried missions, Hypnos under worms Weaves sunlight within snaky Medusa
And, like a Hymenopteran prayer The ghosts of duded scrawl shuts up!

And we will maybe float away from a loony And we shall certainly pee on the sky’s roomy
Masoned milky sex-shambles And idioms of grease will compare us with
Ligula and a conferenced star-angel.

O all the barbered while, when we walked from thinning hair, Then, while haversacking under
field-fayres The son of joy sauntered into a fallen sea of bared
Arched angels in Oxfordshire and Lancashire And robing radios from
Lewisham and Penzance.

O we shall behold the hymned honey of a lion’s limbs And we will unfold Masked mandibles
against blue tears and dizzy winds And, asked by Barbados and Brittany
A shrilled tocking green family Saves Janus with Athena
And eyes clasp coke now.

As nimble as a queen rat, bats must form Delicate dainty parcels from Snowed blue-cots
And then sun is roped.

Fine inceptions huff blonde cum, Fished incisions puff with a gun’s Shot cunt parrot whose
rolled ribbon Snaps a starry slope.

Made clear by crests, shapely drums Drag dun legs across crashing Infertility - a wake
swipes lasted Fine fossils
And jazz is soaped.

Mean men die as dollies rustle
And sad integrated blue-eyed cradles
Shutdown.

26.

The fast-fanned experience of night and day Leaves diurnal imprints when closed graves
Strum nocturnal nudes with Harpstrung keen killer naves.

We, the two of us, contain winged waves And, lo, as Io scutters under bruised day
Then loaded tarry chuggers Trap tocsins inside gold drays.

Wide fathers fall from a fixed family, Swiped lovers crawl from clasped medley
And, lipped by gall, a tongue in a belfry Tocks around bulls and blades.

Small sunny suns slide to sleep as daddies
Rend mamma from baptismal lobbies.

Without a funny guise, we will roll a mind Where dodgy dumb ills run from the fields
And the stinking strength of keen things Sharpen dilly wind with fast fists and tar-quims
..
Skipped and buttock-punching, as profligates Brave a blind gale, then fossil-ferns and
magnates Lay dreamt wastes to dungy dabbed Squealed snowdrops, and spun oceans

Cut phantom killers from integral cut lotions And, oh, we will unravel down city idioms
And we will cut soppy sound from Dirty racers. As mad models munch
Mango maces

Then bled bitter fingermarks must stun Sealed hospices and furled melonic scissor guns.

Whole bound bins bag bracelets and Green daughters dapple after mean mental Man.

O sweet child, fathering mother, family, How now, from fierce thunder, does your body
Carry cartel tears to Love’s forest?
Answers lay in wait for a sex plectrum And gobbed geezers jam guilty peace as hornets
Swing their big sting for Love’s gun-rest.

Whatever we choose to parry must storm Awakening sweet paths when pylons flex-fawn
After city stools and Love’s lingering strings Stash salts within
Bods and ashes.

Eyed conquering suicides cut hymns Down, to city size.

O my father and my mother’s never-ending Dream family Heaves immaculate songs
from sung tragedy And the rocks of lady dreamers Spring cabinets from apples.

The halved city subway where undergrounds Moan for a five-story truck
Ignite madam macadam with easy fuck – Ah, where once a ten-o’clock gable
Dresses Atlantic stars Then a simpleminded frenchy sweetens
Sirens. When shuddering for peel, a Local cunt locus drives a mean mentalis
Back, back, back Into a second handed Titanic, and laps
Lob lays at drenching neon mire.

With laden lighters pierced fast bullies unfound a lake of tyres,and tigons in tippling tears
will wrap dazzlers in naked butterflies.

Half-built laurels leap for stuccos And a sotto voce carries screams where
Cats can danger, sadness, delusive air
O.

27.

And the beads rattled as the doors darted for Openness and stifled war. Down in this town, where
even evening begins to Slap scabbed doves under a soldier killed for
A stilled aisled world when Keen robed digging Roscecrutians afterdark And the magisters of
painted hearing Cures docks with davy ships, ah.
And the beads rolled as the whores farted for Aped aviaries and silenced scores.
Downly turned, as massing mornings meld Ma With a small oozy sun-shaker who suffers carred
Nuptial notices of natal ginned lit.

O not a dear word appears to be said. Old age Rots in a summer mouth ` and winter killers crap
inside a cage And you and I will live for just One more tragic oil-feinted day?
The remnants of this family were fed to eager kittens, A sultry pluperfect bear was
Danced for god’s dead son, and, o, where loss Hurled gnarled goo into a blue country, then fiction
Fanned the farting sails of rape and blood and crosses.

As the locus said Amen! Then teeming radio graphic Jerked in a widow-stream where sapphic magic
Munged module easy mimesis with Vanishing tacked tissue men. O, a green of gibs
clamours for the game

And mossing moulders castigate cud-canes And the family Ide we awoke to was cut and ribbled
With blorted teds and dizzy dallying cock-craned Dibs and brothels.
Uh.

A ribaldry of mason men rickets after punitive Floozy parlatans And the misery inside the North slips for
Pactive willowed star-stathes
Ah

The meddlers of two forced hands Salt-sham a drudgery of frappes and islands and gods
Grabble whence stem-sainted tassel tors Crackle under masted Venusian wheat-waived
Serene blonde-blockaded fish-flays.

As when gaberdine men don Nephalim sandals, then Blown groynes may well Break up. Lo, slam-sprouted
by frapped bells, zen Scutters and ends.

as gobblers gripe after gaolers then a sunny sea-drum wave-rams dykes beneath weavers of night and day..
Drugglers of a money helix hip to a grind when clays crashdown; and a bell in a stream flows under braids
and a hashy whored fence wets tears with tea-trays.
as gobbers gripe after gaolers, a moony of a mind has to surely break-up; and a donny inside a mind
helters after suet as a dunny diggy drive car-climbs fiercely upon thinned air. O, a van of eyes here blinds
welters of wicked reason; and mad maled folks swim

blonde streets awaiting a strange sun and a red skin

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

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

28.

hell is born in heaven as heaven is born in hell. a saddler appears killed. Old ponies peal felts
and a bound boned boy-baker bakes meat milks, and dirtiers of darkness dazzle razzlers with pelts.
Slaying lazy dancers melt into snow's cold silks. as gobblers of gripe use a night-light, then fins
fish after sweet watered bonny carps; and sin slices a rider from slaughterers; and cold minge
mops a tomato soap-sud with a papered hinge

blonde streets sing for a dying estranged gun.

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

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

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

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

Oh.

29.

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

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

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

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

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

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

30.

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

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

Uh, gods see now the abuser of a bad vale.

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

.
O?

31.

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

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

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

reamers of rotated river men rush upon god's sun; and laden fayres famish fetes with dilated mirror men; and
parents of blind hairs hit against rides as a drover of city dens rots aside blown mares
o a lilted nudist lichen-strewn lighthouse deifies dogs with actors then a bended bead-gem grates a granite
horse with bled jams. O! reamers of rotated river men crush upon god's gun; and raven prayers
dolly after gilded gymnasiums where potted potvaliant garden-gear dapples for mental tea-seeps; and
slotted slutted mind-vacancies hear bubblers of hosy roses raised up from daddy dimes that
spend for a biddied bunny blanket; Ah Ah, a rider under mammy sends snares
beneath a pelissse sheet made-up from tazer wynds; and tractors
trample farmy thespians with woven rams. Uh!!! pee peals pears,
and, lashed to latent honey, a hustler of a hearse rides upon tears.
..
clashes of cunted closed runnels rope a rocker to a weevil's whine o plashes of spunk-led clothes funnel a
dropper with evil cosines and a lady on the palled piss peers into nunneries when grey signs
show a sinnner of a coal-clayed killer come radaring after twined bastardised bakered bandaged string;
and a father of a fast grind windmills after milner's clay. Coarsed candlers cut a caned night-light.
Dorsal mangers melt under graves. Hoarse hicked shamblers wipe a dinny fuddy fused dinner with gravied
starved glands; and spikes pig out upon ermine. Sex soothes hairs. Selves move sally-bikes.
Old teasers of hornered sense pulls stairs from dallied dabby-dykes.

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

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

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

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

o-lah..

*
32.

Here now is a buffeting word! ‘O, dead ploughman, bake me a lunch of birds!’ And I ask nothing of you
And lies say nothing for you; but, when we trod the Thames Into a lusted sea of sobs, then a sprinkled dig of death
Spun us around, around Lo..
Let us be as an urban pig wants us- Forever opening the door when we catch lies Fanning cemented grave-burns
And, sphincter-sealed, flume up, up From pickled pub sluts
..
Here is a buffeting word!
‘O, dunned ploughman, feed me cheese when
City emetics bleed for lost women!”’

As mindless crania cull jammy jolting hearts in heaven, Masses, pad-written, invite whores to havens
And, under a shrill hand, a heart will offer An assuage of corks on water.

There is such pale vision in our sorrow- a laden father Suffers a careless lover, and scorned feathers
Release dazzling darkness when the tenderness of a word Weeps for freezing self-malefaction, such as cities
Swinged around belled bastard lust, and To free our nerves from prison, Man
Will teeter under careless fire as farmed fanned flame Contends hired hills with blown bloods and bitters
…
How sad that friendships die for lack of fever- It takes just one phone to recall
Hoaxed minds and mother.

And I shall have the sea of mental evening when Nothing but women may arise, and, lo, I must end
Male manacled minds as fear inside a frightened bookend Darkens my earth with dunged dragged lunar sirens
And a blocked bath of shred birth Drains coffee from teased tea-surf.

These urban city walls glow like a pair of scissors, Proudly lobs the voiced hirelings of suburban mirrors.

Ah, I shall grab a sea of schizophrenic tea-things when A unity of strong death gives even bed to headless hens
NO! not until the fierce moment when blue dens Hear a hot mill of tears Will we be combed when mounted.
“La! Come and be coded by extracts of vaginal shears
Uh! Let easiness constrict you where Skies fall from blonde bridal beards!”

As we are assured of city renegades then we sear Love’s whored wet ditty whose swung sung sea sphere
Drops on drowned fear.

And, as a blurred sun spoke, The times we had whilst burning smoke Informed on me that you were dead?
And, after the guns awoke, you were Apparently, mine, And here come memories of hours before
Dead keen faith rode outdoors, and, uh, as our conjecture Enfolded me in moot distaste
Then the palace of our supermarket town

Inhaled empty cigarette smoke.

O, I will smile at a city quarter-hour- As I wave goodbye, will you
Remind me of the way I lost you?

While peering in a dark shop-window I see the face of a killer.

33.

Keen caged civilisations carry crucifixes where green quiet rocks But love’s voice seems febrile: underneath wired riots,
Sterile lunacy Hears the stars made swollen.

The bright medals of my birth tremble as touch Tears a smoothed pebble from Tossing tawny tears
And, outside my all-too-vacant middle years, I learn just how we waved farewell at a family ward…
We are seen to slip white fear when Cigarette slicks tar up
Puffy pungent sea sluts.

Inside the night’s ebb, I closedown for evening O see what life is – Do you remember just what old loving
Moved us to blind tears
Because you sit, both of your hands under fears, Will you trust our earth; As it was when we were sun born, please
Let my eyes fail you?

Silence roosts for cocked rooks : a violent shape of moonlight crashes for
Wooded sins; And we were shaped from a so, so mind, Ah,- The only loaned loner in our sex city joins up
With tall rain and the keen sound of crying.

I rolled one last cigarette – As the blenched boards I sat on burned,A mental puff of smoked death
Swung from the curling fumes of burnt tears.

Yet our sane wood was an ex-smoker And the cut trees we used to name saw Cigars crash
And, as if in someone’s ashen lap, When I wrote us a killed rizla, then crap
Fell upon our cunt-cured cigarette back
…
O, we may well entertain a mirror O, we will always drown love’s river And, lipped by midnight, sexed owls
Coo then shiver.

As I wrote your nude name on a red word Your name became As old as the streets we died on - o
As a gentle fast wind became cold as birds, Then a little side of a trapped mind moon
Cast a meadow across love’s ceiling.

If anybody at all saw a thinned odd woman Under leather, eyes crying out for children,
Wanking under drones where sad souls seize Shouting I LOVED YOU: Thank-you here and now for a fucked scene.

Your mean name adorned my mind- A vast curled beach bound birds to blinds
And our dark sex blinds Hide curtains under sadness.

34.

The interweaving sun of love sends a late evening walk Back home- just like blue God, we suffer for small talk.
The nude naked seized city trees Are clothed in nothing but mental dungarees, and, o
An arching blind baby scatters cradles upon mauve leaves.

Life may well suffer from Christ’s void.From far below, we hear invisible bumped prayed toys
Wedding vales to a bell of bled sex ploys And a boy with a girl, both content and lost,
Choose to inhabit the real forced play of our simple Incorruptible red-hot business.

Here, jumped by the jails of life, we scurry under soft weather. Wrinkling then weeping, keen breath is sundering
Tumbling fathers and casuistries. O daring dogs linger when Hesitant loving hums within bled bones and
Where once a mental feather Feels for sex-plumes, then wide orchids will snare
Sweetening girl-orchards And, ah, as we murmur inside nude air
Then lady inglenooks feed cakes to handwashed
Sea air.

O what made men build sex first? Before true houses burned, what dizzy hearse Delved death’s drains?
Surely a keen urban sea shell or else a mind?

As macadam claims love’s country, then hurt Considers consistency; and a bead of land
Handles the moon-dressed tentacles of pert Sun-caressing divots of sky and swine.

As true roads are keen and pluperfect, then Our stricken easy dead Stifle words with cut beards and old bed.

Darken the earth with us and birth, Both pollute and nurture love’s purse - We suffer and bear dreams to force
and pinnacles shape our future?

These city walls apply sex pressure when Music and movement cuddle carried wind Inside green
renegades. As necessity Sends sex expediency to bricked in cemeteries
Then hillsides of broken beer glass Shackles earth in eternal drubbing of dun traffic-
Nothing plays a true part in our faked heart; Every single day, loud nude noise grows stronger.
I must give in to all screwed daily tasks?

Pay for men and study how to cry For a suite of girls and lies. Buy some shoes and gay ties,
Add a puff and don platinum eyes.

Cum and get shaved by Powdered city lotions, and hear tides Burning where a swerved stile rides
Knowing only The seas of god’s balcony
.
As prison walls glow and glow, then Until the movement which chains men To milky abandon.

While yearning all afternoon after Closed walls and day’s cold fall, The broken pieces of a
bled mad moll Tears away from us
Cock-eyed daisies and simple salad lust.

Look then, at the way in which blue dust Hires pigeons to broken ashes -
Observe the midnight masses
Dreaming oh!

Are we disassembled or are we
Lost in axed trees?

35.

The jacked city earth is swept deep down Upon cooked spoiled suburbs- We take a look at bird-rocked town as when
Hot buds were poorly hanged.

A hospice has a grey cartel for its lover Held out awhile but then Crying with pain at the centres of
Bald-hatted children.
Blue walls wail (and underneath blue grass, We sense sex perfume and
Skirmish for mean dated daggering
Eyed masks).

O, god’s face went white - The door wouldn’t shut: the summer light
Drove us to the skies of our lives.

Shining penile hearses drive for soft headlights, Outside city purses, croft cries crinkle under
Shitting drapes. Thermostats, burned, reflect on arson And city lumber drinks from failed puddles.
Where a doctor’s keen midwife wails down Nude mirrors and monkeys, then
Huge stone trees whistle for perfect drops of Nylon carpal carpet.

The loneliness of a cloud threatens Luminous lies. O, I have been with love But lover has let me down.

O, at the mind of a mental other world We say “Goodnight” to a witch’s spelt wold. Assisted by corn, a
crinkling cast vein snips A jeering motorcycle, And, eagerly frosted, we see sex rivals
Smiling out. o, the other side of a lit girl Draws down hired windows.

Two kids on a skate are dressed with a Midnight escalator And, when once we play dead, stairs shut.

A bald beast pokes out its city tongue. We had good feelings But now all love’s fearing has lunged
Under star-ringed bed-boated
Urban vespers..

Always refracted now, we turn into Luminous fanned fields.

From inside prison bars, we learn to drink to Urban jailed charms. A daughter’s clever arms yield grass as blues
Jeer deeply into motored farmed Outreaching rooms: unaware of our souls, we
Dare to entreat a fractured sky And when broken bad lives lie for leaves Then, up from surgical air, simple salads
Search bakes for cakes and burned mallards
..
O, our lives together seem prearranged. From cold dreams We sleep under a perfect fleck of bony diamond lizards
And the keen veiled vows we used to say Die now, and death’s spooned grave
Shouts out aloud that sex is self-contained and buried.

Here, where coded lineaments line hung hot halls, Then crumbling bridges dent us with
Sex-retentive bad blown sea-guns, and, o, as brawls Sunder city shabbiness with milked sex ink, then
Shop-headed eyes, gone pale, Reveal a transgressive smile to straw bales
And, inside bullet-spattered walls, a painted vale Appears to jump from malice and straight in to
Galleries of post-mental shit-feinted oils, - and, to Transfuse back streets with dirty smells, a starred nude
Nooses cold sex garments with
Absolving gun-shirted harsh bombs.

Underneath a Chinese eye, we find at very last
The minds of day and mad night.

36.

Now mind , not happening, could shake mad trees. We were convinced of love’s world but Sex-war gave us
drugs and sweet money. Although your keen laughter has died, I must Never grow gruff when old?
Ah me, now that a sea-wall has jumped Beneath rain and honey I will come to believe in us…
Age has accomplished all of the things Men and women dream to shape But, when we seem interfused, then
confusion’s state Gets wounded, inhearsed, studded and Forgetfulness will travel to the sides of
Drunk salt sand, -

Although still born and conquered, Lost fathers apprehend gulls and blood.

As for who drinks coffee, chokes then swarms Sinks and lagers must Interfuse blood-rich empires with drowsy warmed
Nameless city cuts And this sun with glared at will sunder Neglected lost schools. O, as a mask of fools
Purloins an educated scissor-blaze, then Sin will swagger under baby bends and bagged
Sin-sizzling popped masquerades
.
Well-known by nudes, we utilise bums, and We have Byzantium donning Hitler’s dress. O,This dogged draggled dive has nothing

When once we are laid from cock caves
Then Urania must count love’s cloud.

What with soaped bundles for drowsy brains, Hard sea tunnels, made secret under bodies, stain Gilded god-bridled Byzantium,
But god’s favourite tea holds no body, and A swilled rush of milky leaves
Stirs ash into creamy cocoas: pure bloods slam Old devilled doors upon
Red shades of loosening river-lips, and rams Will rot at a field-gate, and we realise now Just how cold sexy curates curry
chucked crowds Outside a punched pump luminous gull-glammed
Body of veins and urchins.

What with Socrates as our lost father, we will Succour self-crowing And, where once rolling swiped ceilings spill
Then opening oat-cases Cook a crowned claw.

O, we run atoned by the joys of dogs And, behind us, filled eyes shatter lime-lintels What with a life of blinded
fardels, we will Suckle moths of heat and butterfly hills.

Created by the images of the sun’s hot sea of chairs, We who pray will not be needed As we who play cannot be
Known to anybody but ceded Cigarette lovers.

O, I am just a figure of corn And I leave beside me a torn fragment of a finger-nailed
City of feline febrile Bruised females; and, when once swift dawn Sups a sweet pot, then
Our own intimate immediacies will Run, run, run.

When we searched for the moonlight, we found, Under scattered benches, a shroudsail of fanned sound.
O, we found, inside our bodies, a dull sun-swept pool Where, drowned in sadness, we sprinkled earth around
Scopes of intimate silence.

As if the night had forced tired windfalls into violence, Then the fallen fallowed scoops of our sex license
Sanctified blood fulfilment with laziness And what now has been transfigured into haziness
Has somehow crazed our self-drugged stool.

The copious course of romancers will arrive Days deep, where urgent cellves strike cold dived
Nylon tresses. And we had to sound life’s water where coke
Crams rotted berries within choked spun sex dope.

Undersided by cobwebbed guns, mad mental rope Rots for a gallowed state.

We who trust the blue earth take tidal trope
Away, away, .

37.

A badly bitten mouth seals silk with string, O, the rich fugues of a dying face Relieves eyes of disease, insanity, distaste-
Too much is formed from rings And yet the masks which don decay
Suffer craftsmen gone mad as wetted day.

Inside shades of sullen truth, we strode Lynched memory where the wives of rogues Eased slits inside instinctive
Bruise-bathed tunnels, and old loaves Scatter crusts across
A drunken matchmaker
..
When once familiar childish sickness Swam late nights, then a bed of sadness Loads weighted hands with
Urania! What should Tend out tardy hearts
Seems first young then piercingly old.
The fall feigned ill. The scented bones Played at being alone. The snuffler in a pear
Laughed a at false prayer. A duality of dives smelled an aroma Of moiled razors.

O, once we are lost to lives, then Homely babies will swim for Spider-gossamer And, under Siamese, a cat man
Wages city war with Flossed city monitors.

A palm-tree in a whiskered can Has a moss-tree for its brand. The rats of rust are foreseen: their eyes
Chain us And, wow, a vessel under dusk Recalls us as we were when lust Sucked on a mad straw.

Old hands That, once inside a mind, felt the warmth of felled winters Summing death from leaves.
The riders of a summer rhyme will bait flowers with Wiped eyes and gallows.

A madman crawls up an autumn age and We will watch love’s season crying out for dad’s hand

And this dear keen forest is stilled And the illness of the silence appear cold as graves
And the dulling senses of wrecked slowed rivers rage; This age of killers bears storms to nakedness
(watch and hear now The clouds speak from a crowed stage?)
-
And sex will break?

One billion brides eye eagerness with rivalled vined veils Compel a gizzard under parliamentary
Shroud sails Enter into applauded cracklers. O, where noise
Sings for dinted danger men Then hundreds of tears cry meticulously
For liquids minds.

These mad men wane, the star-lit glades Glow silence- A city stunner pervades violent mistresses with
Vast vaults and licensed Blown darkening Spanish cribs. A quick stretched finger daubs mines on drams
And we shelter cold flowers in our two hands.

I used to write, Write about blind life, And, once above a mind, I had a former state of versed
Far off poet pines.

This cold, daft, sea of emotion Rides for mystic word-ripples, But I, caught in the side of a dyslexic ocean,
Am haltered by small poem dreams.

The heart in its mouth says “Give me verse of else raise Nooses from senseless graves!”
And I oblige now when Coded versifying rooms stop

Dead.

38.

Ah we poked our young tongues down drains, Attacked by desolate attics, lashed down as card veins
Stormed up an endless beauty.
When the light of the drawn and dead unswirls,
Then darkness, slowed, dream of an unquiet world.

O, let’s do what we like – life may never hang The rising happiness inside our cheered dram.
O, try to avoid the thankless happy things we embody,
And then, abruptly, let us forget us
Everybody.

When warped by wives, does a burred buddy in a field Appear close to us? What veiled
lap is this? Where is love’s yield Stemmed by birds and dealings?

All too happy to ask, I curry flavour with a sharp sea stalk And wish, under life’s mask, for
Cleansed lips and sallied bruised brides of belled wars.

Just now, if only I could seem quiet and draped, I see the visors of faceless fathers feeling
Daubed knives and chained hill-apes
…
The sun has softened into nothing And the dreams of closed nudes must sate
Nothing but our world.

As a great puss pushes after the roving eyes Then poor soap babies, whose end seems high,
Tend city glass with grassy Flanked yields
O, I shall say a keen and whored goodbye to
Large lies and infant fields.

All too short now, a lush, green ghost in card shoes Must surely terrify Grated gentle
beasts who multiply for Cleansed sticks of wet war.

As a great cusp collapses, then rolling blue cords
Don raped jeans.

O oysters are female. They lie abed in saline frigged seas Carefully rended,
Defenceless and finally, Upended and seized- Of the gild of shellfish, we will vary from the dead
And dive inside a glass when Sex scallops beat a battery of fucked women.

O cockles and mussels, alive under roe, swim for Cocked wept whelks
And we will one day provide a place for Sweet sea anemones and fully opened world-doors
…..
I have private thoughts about remembered shells,- Held in two hot hands, a clear divide
from dead hell Finds me now and now and now again where Half a keen pint of winkles robs
Days out with cracking sea-sounded ocean-hair
oo.

39.

Occasionally, we play with silence. Love’s hags Act the daysaway. Out sex dramaturgy yields
a fast-fanned stage And, a long time ago, many acted played lads
Tickles a false sea of beards With a cradle of instinctive mouthing tears
And the lonely rounds of rotunda hears fears Thesping it up when Rheumy green gobbed
grease men Shout out aloud after cold gloating hi-lights.

Sometimes, we enact our impossible poetry For stained movement and endless
Stagy gesticulators who ride for Curtained conditioners and washed walls-

Underneath languid caverns, opera glasses Gut cold globed rumblers And the sunderers
of our tied trained arses Say Miaow to a full ferried fly-tower
..
Later tonight, if we may call a true world, then strode family
Will surely ask for cried tawny stage money

Ah?

When attending london, a stone-filed home of life Lit up.
A loaned lone cottage under foam Hammered blue vines and gave a thumb to life And I,
as Shetland bodies breed for bone, then All fierce hills appear reviled by
cruel emotion. Well, you may well come in Well, we may well suffer father sin But
what others toiled for Signals for a flown ward where blue-stone Pays rent to utterances
And the reason why the yields we gaze upon Feel for ancestral byways
Remains where contentment with guns Shoots a tallowed moon.

O, our times are soon over: accidental rooms
Dry out, out

Uh.

Before sin, mystic music moves under curtains – Florid afternoons under perfumes Glide a sexy
dankness inside Alligators and scythed sea urchins.
From behind a glass, a boat of stagnancies Dulls star-shine with thunderheads, and brides
Paralyze sweet salt sweat With dark dreams of sugary cunt lives.

O, as time appears shutdown, then soft wrecks Move pillows from viscous waters.
Petals peddle insects Women peddle circumspect Antlers
And death drags dead daughters.

A hash of horses smittles grassy cold father Where, the last green drake of the corn
Silence spidery gossamer porn -

Long ago, when we found cattle, There was a rock kneeled below And just to wait now for
Easy estates will see us vanishing into
Blue-blown beats and catty roofs
.
This ship we always appear to sail Moves in time to sunken curtains And, robbed of grime, a
shrouded salt sail Appears paralyzed by bolted bruised feathers
.
We are nailed to huge hired green gloom; Life is nailed to the clinkers of gaoled boomed
Hand-releasing tree rain -

The easy sides of headaches causes dreamt grain And baby is lost in time.

40.

Under a blind heath, a spring of slaughter Worm-raids a midnight sea of sleep.
All too much has been known by laughter And all too much has been led to wheat.
Vixen furies spin birdy webs from doctored Hugging muddied blue beats And, o, I lick
stoned boundaries where A prisoner of bellmen widen
Inside green grotted blorted Buds and sirens.

Like lost children on a stair, lips drift With skinning sea-drifts, And lies and lying sex
terms suffer lips.

Some day, this house we lie in will
Kill all familial urbane city hills.

A strange excited girl has walked Inside a sun-mined sea of aped sworn life, And she has
shown us stained relief where Her words hear a small vale of noise
Slithering under dogs and blue buggies.

Some day soon, we will leave kid’s toys Back, where these inconsequential joys
Jolt bills with paved dirty devious boys.

In another mind, perhaps, Our mean murmur will hear death cry Out aloud, about love’s pain
And the cobby webspinners of god’s eye Dies, just like lord jesus.

Rocky pearls clasp a naped neck
And gagged easterly cat crypts
Sprawl
Deep, deep, deep
Down, where
Private sadness suffers air.

O, do excuse these mental pains I own- If love be my guise, I should not walk alone.
Through shades of sex and wine, underneath atoned City hedges, I have married to
Drowsy suns and midnights.

I tunnel after swayed shrift smiles when dolled nudes Transgress tabloid tears with
Bunny cars and woman’s lib And, uh, do please excuse these mental pains I kid
Because painfulness like mine Suffers huge flowers: and the ice of time
Bends lips against rude lips
And the graves of giddy city honey

Sends gods and men to sleep?

O as a hoarded sea girl does not mind The inner abys of her father’s mind, then
Chewing swollen nipped lippied noses Send scattered sapphic boys where
Glass roses, jammed in gaol, reign forever.

O, since every spastic city street fell for Bad birds and nested neon swept claws, then
Dogs dare not bark…

Everybody appears like a world at peace-time- Eternally, soft shot bouncing beauty
Darkens dales with vanned vines And, easily trained, an xmas-fairy kid
Sweats for bragged baggy
Lips of forced bodies.

Where once dared birds fail to flit Then we will espy a field of thorns -..

Down, in a choking village, You and I must suck on salt slitz

Sometimes, when we play silent, a tall man without hair Will belie to us the reason why
A purring raw sea of curd Fails,.. as we part from curing words, we
Appear to care for us, And, regardless who loves us, we will find hipped beads
Tickling a female beard with snored dewy hair
And, o, we will wound a whip of weed
.
Sometimes, when we pray for Pilat, then gold greed Will surely plump for well-fed rats-
The kennel beneath a sofa will scatter Scuttered sleeves of muscle
And the pockets of a coin-swum angel
Heeds sand-ripples –

Ah, sometimes one hears, third hand, That god sheared off his ears
And went clean away- But the truthfulness of god’s grave
Combs candles beneath keeled birthdays.

Sometimes you hear A tawny ear-severing sage peer Deepening, like a muscle;
O we will always sound a town’s Evened square And holla at the moon’s tear.

And god appears real to me, Or at least, a city sea Fills my poem moon
With special junk and torn need
.
O, He gave his whole life to Holy hens and angels…
And distant dreams lend you Sober sins and Sometimes, as pleasure
Dams danglers Then shearing strangers Fall from city sleep.

Yeh, swagger against five fists, Bite dark butterflies, And leave artifices of heaven
To blind streets... If god has no ravens
May horse farms see gardens
Dropping
Away….

41.

Worrying left you atoned by silence. Its fist-feinted light no longer lays your
Dreamed loving spire; Your teemed torn voice has variegated liars And surely you cannot
Delve semantical lullabies or swing for Neon funeral pyres.

Now it is in a dais that applied fools war Over ancient ogled giants –
Old gifts break through, scattered when Titians under messy tables
List oddities of old leaflets, taut stables And we must look to the air?

We will surely attempt to whimper Softly, softly Lo- selfish brollies transcend whispers
And the knot of a tarry sea dolly Stops all earned traffic dead…

O, since you have come and gone, The beauty you seemed to hold has
Followed fanned sex to a sleeve of glass…

Alongside us, in god’s loft lolly chair Stops sin dead as Blithe and bundled cock grass sees prayer
Sundering flowers with jailed hair

oh.

What with ancient tangerines in the yard & what with scented emptied nectarines
Made vast as skinned silence, then Our keen eyes must Snap sopping stools of japed
Stung holidays & a stinking dream dazzles families
& the sad crowd eats.

O, the teeming owls of rape scar Back-bacon feathered with cars & the swallowers of dogs & dead sleep
Drive a cunt into wet wheat, & the sallied wrecks of wound heat Bears live young to
Closing old truths.

The endless jetties of the spunked & dressed Lay river-waste where wind-wells blow. Deaths
Dream of draggers & Yappers under fingers twirl for bruise-banged
Blind vibes & mallows.

O, the renters of a wound sex-mess Massages modalities with drawn dips
& we will call for anal sentinels & we will fall down, - & the boiled in eye-lips
Which shelter gems in mortar Suck anorexic teeth against fat-water
& the bagged betties of a lost gun must Shoot buggers dead.

Hot lunching lovers cook a false sea of egg O shot cunts with mothers Seal sex-cochineal
when odes to cut pigs Dream of drovers

& the sins of flava flip sweet coins when Distant slowed leather trips Entangle blonde beers
with lost men.

The purpose in dying is to hear God Trampling minds into disease & God
Gives rawhide head to Dolly-dogs; & the seizures of women

Ride, ride, ride
, .
Odes to kind imbeciles Sing for shitters. Bluesy cock-creels Die & nude brollies open.

42.

The purpose of good death is to define Pictures, papers & reflective sex-wine
& the son of good Has two men to give to Seizures & fitting blue minds.
Out where a spun soul rolls, we give dew A good masked face where wet shoes
Wrangle after socked feet

O
The purpose of hooked death is to refine Odd portraits of dirty swingers
& old bookers stock tureens & we will find gills in latrines?

Wicked films of flava dig for sexy diamonds O easy kilns Cook visual pots & a feinted sea-sirens
Ring a tocsin bell.

When once a tree of sprigs seals old films Then affirming pornography rides
Blurred bits & painted suicides.

& we have come again to a toppler & we have heard again about
Radio sadness; -
.
The purpose of people is to Form felons from public view?
.
Cinematic gardens let hissers thru love’s gate O, keen cuttings deck
Eggs & pushed robes; & a tree of lakes Lends lions to ponied water..
The purpose of God is to see daughters Bearing good pictures where
Eyelids sleep in a hot easel-snare & the wives of aired lairs share Iris-flares

As a good giddy gosling grieves for Snapped pigs & tors Then lapped kids will
shatter & dyed dweebs must strum washed batter & writhed seas must cum
Deep within a city-gun.

As hypnotic statues sip raw gum Then we will cut odes from drummed
Madam-macadam.

The soft wives of the slept stars sup ginned wine, & the lost spies of the wrecked
Raise romantic pigs from creels of kine & a riven rose of robed urine
Clambers up, up, -.

O, a mutation of Uranus Lays waste to baby Venus
& the pops of pride preen bellied Baggy rogues of Keen suits & meadowers.

When once steeled cradlers rob denied Adulterated cot-death
Then the slams of saviours must cut a necked Tie of dummies & dulled canon-cricked
Crucifying cabbies of wagoners & ripped
Maddy hearts.

There is a tripping noise in the dark. The snipped Turn back, & madam maraca tars
gems with crack.

43.

& as for tangerines in vaginal boxes & as for sweet eyes pealed into voices, then
We will suck a lake of rotted tears & as for marines inside gentle old fears
& as for pearled belles who cut away Cock-singed hearses
Then we will supper for a dell of graves.

O the lemons in the yard appear Clad in melanoma; the moon’s tears
Drag oat-warrens where God’s arrows hit men with caged Collonades of carmine
killers. This side of rage, We will suffer belled burned daft fear
& succour ashes with roman beads.

Our slotted minds melt for weed & we smoke a hot sex-stink when
Tiny tommy rocks hide Love’s hem.

Ha-ha Amen!

The svelte swoon of summertimes Lead us back to a bedded brawl of wine
O when once a room of fathers Slips dummy fingers into mummy lathers
Then the cats of blue creation Swagger an apple-claw deeply where
The svelte moon of autumn sups air & the colour of love’s hair
Cries for countless eagle-brine.

Underneath a swollen street, we whine After suppers of doilies &
Fragmented feather follies hire sands & the tombs of anthers cut
sea-dams This side of a metal bulb, we must scan Endless empty
negatives of Dicky-boys & soured seminal drugged
Demotics; & the naked stalls of Man Seize Kaplan from
Japanese Trees of gods in evil prison. Io, rugs Scatter salty seed when
Dunny baskets drag shops for ken; & the doled are near?

Underneath a stolen sweet, we whine After mirrors & porky valley-vines
& I am dulling to the last our times & I am crying for the guns of Pan’s

Blind odes to ripped scissors. Oh, Cagey spiders glow as citied roads
Take Dianetics down to love’s nose.

 

44.

O, as when buried deer hunt after huge veined bows Then, eyed, a body under junk
Claps coded ides on unguents & eaten blue spunk
& the eyes of fathers feed off Nameless mummies & doctors on the shove
O, As when buried deer hunt after lewd veined souls Then, pied, a pussy under
cunts Carries clammy sofas from dog-drills to Jammy jolted bakers of blonde slides
& British blue & the snuffling wives of fate fill faces with nudes
& the snuffing brides of hate Dam den-eyed penises with cats & fat drakes.

As ideal chisels crap on daisy-chains, then peering pates Cut sainted Joan from Teresias
& a sewn snake.. O, as when buried fear hankers after Coda-chrome-creation then Dodgy dairy dweebs
ignite mussels fished from men & catty cavatinas wash mute guitars for laughter
& kitting corridors of nasty nude cigars Carry cigarettes way back when
Old wideners wept for old children.

There are gentlemen’s chairs in the sides of a valley &, Io, when a ball of stairs falls from bodies
Then kind pissers crap on naked jam & the vastness of a nailed lap will ram
Oats & beans & filthy barley-O!.

We say AMEN to a room of hands?

As we say farewell to sleep, we hold our own hands O as we sail from dreamt wheat , then we sex-slam
Odes to bullied patients of Ferine feline ores & the sun in a bad sky fawns after stores
& life’s gun, shot from Ides, Stuns weapons with lubes.

When once a pearly fig-tree claims ice from Sudden sweet tears Then you and I, farming fears, will
have to Slap love’s skate around its face & the dolls of star-light carry nudes
Back home, where a vanning ace Nips penises from fascinated lace
&, underlovered, we shake ghost fathers &, sent from pleasure, we raid mad Gods
Oh, Ideal features show us Endless prision-dusts.

The softness of god’s mongrel bones Sea-hangs ideal killers &, o, the hardness of god’s rivers
Drinks sweet old vinegars & the guns of Pan cut odd pictures & the suns of woman
Send showers to sleep.

The times we tried to trip has Sent all of our smiles from gas. Oh, The times we cried have hit grass
& this father sleeps out in a car.

The deaths of daisies ram Mars & the drinks of mazy woman Humanises skulls. O, & old stars
Look down, down, & the books in old towns scars
Everything…

45.

Everything comes up poses. O, Every single flower moulds Sad sobbed scented eyes
& this iron verse, written for minds, Stirs stars into rivered
Closed killer souls. & the suns of fathers shine for us & the guns of mother shoot us. Dust
Scatters easy cum &, roped to lungs, deep lust
Pants after curves & graves.

When once a naked flower betrays Dead sines & sisters Then ideal shooting shoppers raise
Daffs from purses. When idiots & psychopaths rock a mad boat Then idioms of winter paths
slam bodies in the door, & the buds of sexy laughs use old sea-glass
O,When once a tree of robbed rats rock rope Then dimming damming clasps
Noose old lies with mothered dope; o, There is a hairy siren here that abuses
Shawn sins. The dog man with hound-hubris Stacks apples & lemons as high as ruses
Ah.

& I will enter once again into the Green Zion of the waterbead; & Whilst moped angels suffer under the
Eaten hearses of the dammed & swigged
Abuse all natal horses
O
.
When idiots & psychopaths rock a fizzed Vaginal blue mind, Then the hags of ponied kids
Scutters Away from nude pig.

Bog-headed merchants of gloom hereby hire Old kids. Webby sunny rooms spin where fire
Signals closed cold wounds when Bog-headed blue chants Topple bled bosoms from veiny sex men
Oh, When once a tree of chance hits hard fire Then naked natives walk a funeral pyre
& the bolls of babying bruised fests sea-end Teetering bad blossoms
Oh, & I will take my gun far East. As times rend Flowery rain, then scissors inside closed men
Grind dibblers from veined cock-prison. O, hens
Lay turkey’s eggs.

O, we have come to attend a sea of deaths & we have chosen to resemble bodied thefts
&, when once a pig of tarts tumbles from Waxy woollen suns, then
We will come to attend a sea of lost men

O we have come to extend a sea of dressed Slinked old Adam; & we have come to press
Daddy’s Eden- O, as lovely Eve hears the dead Charming a false snake
Then odes to wintry summers Scutter under
Naked fathers.

This side of the livid dead, a billy bangs Naked nuclear thunder & the wives of atomic slumber hears Leaders
Riding Zeus on a doll’s back.

& I have come to see the roses on a rack & we have come to need
Cutters of pushed heaven-seed.

46.

We have come to understand the blithe palm of god’s hand O, we have come to sunder
Old lives & soft lies; & the winter of our minds delves Haters of mazy lips & thunder.

When once we have assumed the lost clothes far at sea O, then we come to rob fathers of
Old maids & dead wives; & the mirrors of our discontent Raise bodies from sized old lovers.

We have come here to inflame bods & big bride; & trees Snap wed bone with dangling divorced
Flushy fishy venereal sun-forced Ideal draggers & dropped cries.

& I have given us a blue start in life. O, I have sent you Navy knickers which splice
Romantic boys in half; & the dizzy schemes of life Strum washed guitars where
Eyes swill tie-dyed draggers of cats & lost Christ O
& I have given us a blue start in life; - I jump The old tears & the old cries. Underneath junk,
We lay our bodies down & the arc of God marries women to cold spunk
.
When once we have disturbed us with cold prayer A dilly baggy boned boy Brags after stars &
solar lips; & we will widen Woollen brains; Uh, Killers under veins vamp for old joys
& we have seen our rolled toys Plying for players of dulled birds & youths & deaths give sin
A blonde female lover.

Since the earls of summer have come between us Then I should use a lover for mistrust
& the shadowers of earthly junk must Send the meadows of female spunk where lust
Lays petals under jacking jamming loss
Ahhh

The kickers of Kaplan rend mess from a cross O the deckers of Islam send heaven to a
Tawny tanny sea where transmitters hear loss
Raiding woollen wives from Phantom booths & bald guns
Ah..When once a son of Man heals the wicked then Gems will track old gods & juicy feline women
& the dots of dolts dreams for women & the raps of colts
Colon-vault bad beers & old malts

There is a green mind here. Soft salts sally meningitis?

The romantic roses of rused lives ram a green gull O, when once atomic posies hear dolls
Damaging men with theatrical nooses Then blenched baggy bone-boys
Ram heartful dead muses To shroudsails & nunneries & the short veils in the air dress dust deep inside
Cabinets of cold gibbered Idiot fugues & the lacy wasps of a stung nude laminate lost lies
With trickles of forced faked food.

The town in which god was born has no son to swing O the cowed crowds of love
Lay dizzy waste to empirical dollies of dubbing Cleft clowns whose instant follied faces
Dig down within dirty dog dragglers.

Since we have come to end our insidious lives Then we have come to tend a field of cunt-hives
& the body of the baby appears malformed & the city of the empty
Digs for a supper of gobby fishmen. Under sentries Bad boys of an impossible void
Turn widening women to stacked Alien beaches.

Piled men peer into ribbons when
Prigged pushers float like dreams.
…

47.

This hacking grey hearse in which I bury pain Has my mother made dead as a sea of rain
& the sines of a wetted mind Drags dollies for rags & ashes O This hacking fay force I choose to power stains
Bald biddies & fatal bakeries & the wives of cremated apiaries summon
Cosy kind cocked killers...When once a nude wind-well whines, then Saint Hitler shoots up a pelican;
& old closed roses ram daisies with hemmed
Grey horses.

This hacking grey hearse in which I bury voices Boogies to a shrill moon.

The sidled hands of Woman weave old net O the old brans of sold Man Swell up, up. & the wives inside regrets
Raises belled sluts where odes to grey fret Lends geese to water.

& the easy eyes of the murdered melt for Clasped kin & rolled war. This side of a maw
Lends buttery kids to sleep
Ahh, When once we sleep for lunch, then meat Boils far-out hair with kindled seas of wheat & the spawns of sin
Abuse salty sundried dales of green ashes.

The widening wives of the wooed sweat for Blithe bodied bibles O, the rivalling brides of the nude sweat for
Blind babied cradles & the sucks of death dream under Grey wards. O, the lanes of lovers
Ring prisons with thunder & the cocks of power raise redness from whored
Hillocks & balled bream..When once a sea of sleep walks a dreamt street
Then blonde pickers peck for
Rotted wintered apple-cores.

This side of a mad smile, we will heal for Bad blades. O, when once a child hears wards Damming dogs with
diners, then Closures of sadness widen, widen. O, & claws Parade after equine tits
& the sines of blue fathers send cats to crypts.

Where once a pug of pain mauls us then men Must send purple picks to sleep, & this side of sad smile, we
will hear wheat Ravelling under turquoise riders. O, bad feet
Slash a blinded boot around a bald clit.

The diggers of the laid lead lions to Clasps of cunt; & the sprayed sea of nudes Splatters signed sailed
salts when Blue riggers of a grave lead irons to Darkness.

when once idioms of deafness colour naked floes & pupils under father, then dragged dudes will lam
lathers with hens & the deepness of rammed old women
Can pigs inside pork fathers. O the draggers of the caged feed dogs to
Snippers of blithe blades & purpled
Guillotines of writhers. O, we will move Old tears from midnight roofs.

48.

& when once we bury voices in the moon, then Eager chiselled cherries Lend old dark grapes where a city
of ferries Sinks inside huge water & then drinking cunts of coded leather women
Lend drips to drowning laughter Oh, & we shall beat a graveyard box. As Ides
Clam canny body-cans in the wives of Lies Then blooded winter vans Van fast engine-airs where a babe of hands
Damns earls with cradle-lives & this is our date for studies under Father
O Napping naked candles leer for wax. Mother Masters spooled lips
& we drove home for summer & we livened home with picked
Plumed need.

The kicking men who dwell under streams Lays sex-waste to boys & blood-dreams where a goody with toys
plays with screens Then a swung sea of inedible powder Pinches ides of oceans & salt-drowners
& down from a huge shaved lover Comes a blithe blue boy who sucks old eager
Dead baby broods & we have let life’s rocked road come under Men & youths & kittens.

The kicking men who lived under us reams Dark dunned scissor birds & the dolts of favour lambast a swung bird
& we shall hear once again Screens aviaries & winged pain.

& we must tar-&-feather lurid horses. O, & we must supper after Celtic rainbows & we must tar-&-feather lurid voices. O,
& we will saunter after Keen celts & oboes.

When once a rill of death retires then Bad balls will dance after Dreamed silks.

You and I go back inside our cars where Loaded vans ram jazzed hair & we float underneath Loads of scared deceit
Uh! We have lunged after sadness
& gods have given us madness…

While dining on blood & misery, we suffer whilst dining with Love, we must flavour sallied wrecks & feathered fugue-leaders
o

& the towns beneath our feet trample Old slits & the summons of angels Petrifies stoned wood with
Raw ribs & glass kids...& we may have to dine in the fields & we my have to whine under heels & the lukewarm
foals of horsed seals Will cram cocoa tongues around
Lousy lazy wheeled towns.

O, crazy faces fill up with rope
& robed fathers die.

49.

& we bury hearses under leathers & we fancy horses when old feathers Van the riding rain
& we cherish minds as old pain Straps fists around withered Curled hands
& we bury sea-trains deep where fevers Rock a stoppered moon & the goosy sides of a tea-spoon
Must supper after dolly drains. O, rooms Appear emptied when
Bathrooms smell of children

& The dizzy cells of gaoled grooms Wed bridal bells to jacked wounds &, o, we see rise the turgid winds of
Dram-veined river Love

Uh?

The sunny brocade where I laid my head Hereby lams us with impossible sex-bread. when once a keeper
gives head then crazy jumpers clothe sex where beds push, push
o, angry oglers of oat-meal soldiers mush handheld weed inside hot rushed
closed thrushes; & belly belling bounced boys bridle us & delis dragged by trounced boys
Wed us to snoods & dilly drakes.

What with illegal horses being unburied O what with illegitimate voices Screaming down the grave, then
Odes to lily smiles Must lead pariahs to new men & the caned eyed father of Dun god & his
flashing mother Inhearses sails with Woven wolverines of female kids. Oh

The shot vacuums of horse-cleaners Shoot dog-revolvers & the clicking bed-covers Study how to lie;
& the blurred sea Skips rolled gold inside Bulled babes & mind brides
Odes to monkeys change from Ape to chimpanzee & the zoos of love supper under
Lost lapped tree-thunder.

What with illegal mills grinding Wheat-felonies, then This side of sex will surely end & the sties of
heated grinding Must roar against a chain & the dogs of summer hear pain
Raping rods with conical sea-stains.
.
When once a picker of droppers Delves doll-sheep for Closed rabbits & old sea-whores
Then cherry chippers see arise Caribs & comical fucked wives
o

The concerts of loud men writhe & cold ballets dance for torn eyes.

The dragging pluperfect son of killers has Laden eyes of dreams O the rabbling sun-entered sea
of kidders has Laden wide latrines & the dolls of war hammer daises under
Thumb-bitten blows of Night-nickers & the robes of slumber
O

This dragging screw-suffering word-gas Has nothing to give but Cannons after bull-cups
O.

& it seems to me that angels of glass Lend dilly sex to a sea of grass & the dun world
behind me see sluts

Sinking, sinking…

50.

The fascinating bubblers whose eyes seize Giddy bills with hearse-feathers
Will scamp for kids & the scurries of eyed killers Lend dills to hot dyslexic sleep. O, trees
Trickle inside a rill of pigs & the candles of the praised Ram scuttered seasons where
lost bees Tree-hang Cusped cribs on a hill of razed Doctors- & old brollies rain-trade
Mind-blindness, & the togs of taut japan see death Marrying Martello flowers to
Yawned yolks & egg-hired desked Dabblers of men & mercy.

These naughty sides I have made my own Must trammel hives with
Moony mods. & the dippy towns of bone Must ride from sleep.

True & transistor vaginas have hot heels for fever; O nude investors of hot mothers
Send sullen sleep deep inside True & radioed coasted cock-cabs.
When once a brain’s sea-palaver rocks stags Then the kneeling stool of the killed star
drag Cullies under cold doilies & a blue smell pays for baddies as drag Uses a false titty
for a fascinated bill body
O

True & transistor vagina has whored wells & the knocks of castles rot when
closed bells Ram hills with rubies

& a bead of grass smokes fags; & oats swell Deep down inside a city’s closing

sea-shell.

The instant spurt of a dead fly raises ropes from Dun dogs & diddy sailors
& the insidious hurt of a craned sky Sups a seized supper from lips & farmers
Oh,When once a curtal blue wife soaps cum Then we bounce bulled hand-life where
Kidded kickers clack
O. Although advancing risers arise from crap &, uh, as starry buttering fish-tides
Teem with dolts of whorey clicked traps Then deliveries of madding fungus-fraps

Feel for dairy dunes. This ingle of faces Bricks all dead men deep where caps
Coil up for deep-ducking barbie bed-bats..
The evil alleys where we made our name Hires now a digger to a game
O as the dillies of delver jade japs us Then filthy figurative failures feed dust
To blown burrs & dizzy angels.

When once a cat in a crane paws flame Then illing ides of idiot cradles
Caress lit lippy locks; & the son of lust Lends deepening clocks to
Wet wives & funereal beds of lubes.

This evil valley where we made our fame Hears insane saint Buffalo Arising from
sweet painted elbows; & we will thunder-water massed miens & imbecilic daughtered
Sons of spiralled lash-slaughters
Ooo, Bled blenchers of salt austerity hear us Panting after a Jesus of dolly dusk
and damaskers winter-line the gun of God with accidental death
and deceivers of haloed heaven receive rats as they telephone a small death

Lo.

51.

The tripping tusks of the bound & dead Cum risking cunt, O, the nipping crust
of the murder-spread Lay meagre waste to sallied junk,
& the lilies of the scared swing from bread, & the son of man is cut from
Deaths & demons.
As the napping knock of the penis-pled Cum roasting spunk Then the diddy buns under clothed junk
Heaps happy eaters as odes to chef-skunk Binds balls to birdies-
& deaths and demons Dramatize Closeted curves & kittens

Ohh, When once a plume of Christ carries us Way back home where Idioms of burning blow
slides from us Then we will reap cooked hair.

As for human sin which tries to bury horses Then why not now commit a pony to a cloud?
Oh, as sold old daddy tails sleep for Idols of measureless sex-hilled war, we will
Lift a pair of donkeys from a red crowd; & the dials of death telephones roll oddities bound
in opal dogs & tangerines; &, la, we will surely get gunned down?
&, ah, we will certainly kill a keen clown?

The iron rivals of the dead topple topped fruit & eaten lashes, layered with salt, shoot
Lammed gods of gilded Israel; & cut roots Rootle around after
Laden crows & the kisses of hereafter .

- Razed by rapists, a wide handled robed father Falls to racists; & the guns of lovers
Shit on riflers, & the dun drome of drugging star-screens
Suck old loaves from drabbled guitar-greens

O, the wakeful riders of a lost rose Arise from miners of a crossed shit-lobe & the diddy
gasses which Trample teeny crypts have now no
Shoes to tie or throw.

The miraculous gusts of the dead Hammer locusts into babies- old lead Dams drovers
of the fixed & done to suck bread & as mad mods meld men with dread
Doctors of drunken spoon-fed Crooked spider stores, Then the easy fit of an easy rider’s score
Sinks syringes where old maws Paint pain with passioned cold graves.

Oh, they have come at change of day when Grey gobs gabble cabbages from demons.

Uh?

 

52.

Here and now, there are feathers under flowers O, screaming now, female soiled lovers
Scrap fish & flex & floe. When once a cray cabin rock god’s saviour Then eyes under smoothed drives
Dig for fish & flex & soul.
Here and now, under cloud, we will powder
Plumed decks eyries.

Ducking under light, we will shuffle for Dunned brain-blows & the screams of cows crowd a bed-war
& the dins of men are fuck-slave. O This city hill where I shape my flame
Lolls under a lady mattress & a cigarette harness hits flame & sin and Love will smoke flame.

Ducking under life, we will shuffle fur & the cats of Man must rot, rot. Uh!

Issues of sadness blow bad blood on ashes O as a cage of deadness Dapples droves with flicked sex
Then popping pluperfect massed sex Delimits dust with generic instant faces.
The ideal father of a flued bride defaces Eyed nettled hordes & the rudeness of wards sees bawds
Building pipettes from technical sleaze
& torn tissues float where nosed grot Grips old nostrils within two hands. Lot Laps laden liquor
& fainted scissor villas cut lost sound.

When once a liquid angel resounds Under Dettol, then Odes to Judas must end. O, as men
Slap up a cakey hen Then we will ruin the world?

As a baby has a billhook, then girls Must charm drakes
La When once a liquid angel resounds Under towns, then Ideal Jesus raises Escariot from
Caressing meat curtains.

The naked creches of damp & dry Crave city lotions O, the empty faces of dark eyes
Cry after city oceans. & the graves of angels see rise Rotted slipped tribes. O, as guys
Supper after milky mad tigons Then old boats drown & we will drown. Snappers
Sweeten blue faith & fever?

The riding ocean father who Gave me drowned joys move me & the artists of salt nudes
Shaped me with star-lips & leas, & when once cruel sense moves Old sweaty junk, then old lubes
Must summon cock from seeds. O a crooked klaxon raises weed, O a naked natron nurses steed
& eyes sunder under tides.

As for tears & fevers, may the sons of eyes Raise weepers from old graves O & as for ears &
singers, may the guns of lies Peer into a parapet?
As the vans of feathers crack winged wives Then a shadow on a fast knife will
Pomade a mad crocus with dogs under Green gills & sugar-dives.

As for the guns of Man & as for Daddy drugs & cunt-cores, May men and women skip wards?

53.

The padded paws of a rodded brother see arise Mental blooders & the sweet stores of Love open
up were fathers Send drilling swaggerers to sleep. As a bulled bake of meat rots after
The sun in the rain of the moon, then Hot bladder-boys bang Hornets under city drams
O, as a bed of blood blows high, then aired edams Wash halloes under Distant nursed nipped mama.
Bathed curtains fall as we gut red butter & blended bathed latrines
Swim forever.

& o I will comfort youths with fables & I’ll always eat for you. As cradles Rock dreams to sleep then
I will comfort youths with petals. & as hens Send cocks to eat
Then I shall forever weep for you. Underwatered by dad Christ, we hear dudes, Droppings scaffolds
from hangers & dolly dauphins which noose nudes Tip a capital tin at a bad mind.

& I will comfort youths with candles & I will forever dream of Dabbed dazzlers of comatose God.

& as for giddy god & His sweet September Bee O, why not dance into the cots & as for dizzy Love
& heated winter sea O why not suffer till the clocks
Swirl, swirl Around a female world?

& as for death & Woman in mind, Lo, Pray let us play with girls inside a rose & as for sex & the
Goddess in a slowed Sea of honey-ruin May old pigs pray for pain. These words Swing for songbirds?
& as for honeyed flava, what then for us But taut wives & moggy skies?
When once a pig in a hunter’s vest Dons evil shroudsails, then rolled sex Softens into hair
& as for giddy Gods of girl-air Please now receive a blue-prayer?

The diddy star-edited city boys Send faces to fast sleep O, the riders under sea-lit wheat
Rams thumbed powders & the dead seem smitten.

As the vogues of stasis shatter Then a rose of strangled matter Must send bald dogs asleep.
& the veiny fizzers of daughrers Seize renegades from cat-laughter,
& the stars underneath Corrals & purple pleats reap. Every single static city heap.

The whippers of souls hear a toad Squirming under physical thunder O the rippers of dolls arise from a
Green limbed dog & where once we ride from GodThen a séance of coded river loaves
Cut iced hot bread. As a doctor of diamonds sucks Blue-minded river-lead, then roads
Fall to fast disuse, & caves fall & cages screw Cold stores & killer nudes. O

I have seen head-men heeling & eyes must hear love bleeding.

54.

Negative fingers light up the dark when Cloaking Love cuts up Sin & wind & women
A mental moor of children shuts Fazed city wards; & a sealed slut Strums a cocked guitar.
O although I have come to season faith & although lady loss has raped Old marines
I will never wee against latrines O although I have lunged under dirt
& although I have summoned hurt
I will hear a mind. The dazzlers of drunken US Dogs Drape dunned leashes over diaries & Mods.

The Cambrian bodies of kids & Man supper for Greyed nights O the veined glazed cities have uses wards
To tumble timed neon kites & the skeins of lovers Lead tears to fathers- as belled sly bawds
Hire a sweet disease Then the Cambrian bodies of pigs & Pan wither for
Greying light.
& the pugs of Peckham arise from jawed Moon vixens, & the props of Streatham arise from scored
Nude gibbons

This side of a failed disease, we will Suck up a pelican & let roads wail.

The curtal corridors where I made my name Slither inside hair: O the cattle of posed air
Shuts deepening poos where a blade of flame Halts & roved riddles of ripening pain
Dallies when a pool of tissues Blows a shitted nose.
& when once a hill of hot breads bag pain Then death & sex will rise from hot rain &, once laden,
a raven under clothed grain Will close.

The eagles of a studded heir cuts down its Eyrie’s hot lips & a vine of nips necks after cold hips
& a tor of God tallies from a sexed remit & the flowers of fathers
Blossom in the Plaids where old mitts Melt into mirrors.

O. when once a pooled sea of grey tips Truckle under Christs Then a paw of Love sallies after light
& bad balding bidders of breakers Time a tawny teaser of hymnal cakers
& once below a timebomb, we saw night Lamming necks with torn-sprites.
I have seen a tired earth trapping sand
O, I have dreamt of birth?

The saline stripping hills where we made our name Drip down, down, The dipping mills where we
made our flame Flavours sex dust & Downs Wires the poet jaws &The sweetening rill where we
made our fame Drops under sounds; O when a body in a bum-bag ripens, then
Green daddies dam a doggy leashed edam – old wrens Dent bibles with shorn screens
& a vastness that vamps the dark will deaden us & the witnesses to our damp sea-arch must hear us

Colluding with mental tureens.

As a bed of fire sucks fuck from old flame Then we will shadow a burning Maze of blood.

55.

O I recall now the daftness of our money holiday & I must remember About loud sadness. Underneath
family, The dotty darlings we knew lost death to memory; & the graves of dusty flavour
Ignite mooned biers; & the bearers of palls render Dashers of soul cremation.

As a weeping week of wives raise Blood bags & massive graves, then We dance outside a bitten
copse of lunatic ravens Oh: A dog of dire dying dons false fat gardens
& we love the sea’s old garland.

When Durban slumbers spill from dreaming eyes Then a body under Numbers Comes shooting
barbarians into wide Issuers of gods and forefathers & the idolated Thames where I rode my lovers
Hangs under dolts & lazy mothers & a bled boron of an old dodgy river
Raises raisins from sealers
Ah

The tweeters of city farthings pay for gassed cars. Under robotic radios, a tree of stars
Knots a napkin about a Cd deck & passers by supper after necked Jazzed berries.

The smell of a room holds an infant nose. A rose Raps killed candles upon Daughtery drifts of light
& dark & a robed raided drum sees parks Pomading under A son-weaving hero- old thunder
Loosens bled bairns when You & I separated nightlings from warven barks.

Wild heaven is through. Closed nude hens
Don beads & move

Ah?

A soaking river bow has our mien in thrall O, a soapy finger Digs fairy hands deep within baited halls
& we are together?

& a doping donkey’s clothes suffer balls & a roping seal of mules
Sallies veined ides with blorted fools
O

As a dilly billy can pours gas-sweat Then brollies under hands lash decked Grapy veiny tree-weather
& the bosoms of a wide lover have to Swipe old docks for sun-stewed
Lunatics. This side of rolled clocks,
A pistol-pusher found inside grey rocks
Drips, drips. O. A seeping sepia image of oxen now trips Without any mental train & woven under
villages, ox inside crypts Study just how to rain
Outside a proud & perfective city flame. & as a perfumer of crying fuck now hits
A hocus-pocus performer with Laden valley-lips We will cover us deeply where gold grips
Seize a sea of curls within
Odd men & old kids.

Doctorates of laughter harden
Iced coats & net-trapping women
./
Oh

56.

As the stars snort pepper, then a dukedom under light Lends stains to reason O, a steed of veins heaps under night
& these blind nights are fabled. As bright stars suck feathers, then a baroness of Christ
Lends veins to seasons & the dobs inside sweet drawers ends Christ; & we wallow with cradled
Sun-life: When once pigs of Easter suck sties, then Men & kids go home now. O, a bobby
Leads gaols to lobbies.
& a man of rotted peas must boil oils & powder O, as a lea of dweebs Dodges inside sweet old seed
Then wove weed will puff on chowder & rude sex has chowder, & salt sky will fall?

& women inside keys drop locked stalls & the gun of Man Shoots clusters with Pete Pan!
When once a silly spool of tears rains in halls Then rode dressage sunder old eyes & babies.

A laded lady New Yorker hammers where wine Weaves hell into a tapestry O, when once nude slaughter rams after family
Then bad screens will rule a city & robed killers riddle after coded old timed
Town burners.

& since we have let the country come under Wolves & wives, Then burned owls must supper for thunder

O since the sad times we had have caused laughter May now a son of lovers see Old bad times flail. O, since a
sad case of feather Has led us to cities Then we will certainly cry for hustlers & fathers.
Underneath midlife, we explore romantic fever & odes to urban Christ Sally after closures.

& a sea of fat searches waves for ogres.

Odours under kidders crams dolts into mirrors, O a miller will tell his tale & the boats of billers sea-hang
dolts under Closed tails & killers O Where once a mumbler mounts salt fever
Then green grabbers fire swallowing Swallows & sparrow riders & a sunny dell which strode to slept smilers
Sidle into aviaries.

Odours under mirrors map a mind business With horned wept woollen easiness.
A tardive history of dumb child-men here & now Lends sweet fears to clouds O as a family of guns
shoots baby hens then crowds Lend sweet tears to shrouds & the dunny purse of binning pow-wows
Lends pierced lips to our town.

When once a babe in a blast brags after us Then sippers of jade Has hold on a city slave. This side
of us, dust Drops strangeness where a room of fires Dances under danger
Oh.

We have congered under neat nodded lust
O we have sun-sundered
Closed riddles of star-fathers; & a cut Leda
Rides sawn swans till men crush.

57.

The whippers of doled sea-gold listens to a gilded Sun of starry rippers O, when once tarry razors rape
oaths then old hills Suffer phlegm & scissors & we will use paper, tweezers, & lubes
& we will fall for death’s feathers.
The kitted cunt that cuts rolled soul glistens, & Casters of ribbons blood swung veins
Up, up, & the hangers of mad Christ burn Earth-teams & criers.
Underneath carried carrion castles, dead ferns Pot swept sperm-seedlings where
Heated spermatozoa sleeps in an armchair’s
Wanked devise. & since we have come to unwind Back into our minds
Then dibbers of old times sun-spine
Blue broken ladies.

O this wide spot in which we use spired pot Ignites tipped papers of old life & the wide clock in
which we smoulder Has huge heels & stoned heights.
O this scene of laughter which sees rot Wiping space-alien flour with baked soft
Salt-raising cakey sweetening bun-lofts & we have out blood weddings made.
Oh we have the candle-candour where Old waxes weep inside riled sun-hair; & As a loaded
sea-welp loosens star-hair Then sweetening doobies will see sand

Burning, burning
Uhhhhh.

An ode to burning buries us in the past O, a hymn of yearning unburies a vast Sea-patina of
screeched lakes & clothed Crow-caned dizzy doll-deranging Seals of soiled hearts
& a blithe bomb in burnt bed sees Rhodes Star-claiming Dunny dunes & cradle casts.
O when once a serial code walks under Venus, Adonis, & the Socrates of thunder
Then hectors & shadowers Will rot for rock’s sake. Old yawners Lam suicidal clifftops with
Weaving petrol lives. & a city falls.

& heaven is all vermillion

& heaven is all vermillion. What with dazzlers Driving dirty lust into old sin, Then heaven will seem vermillion
& death is swept from pinions where Old coded bones eat sound & heaven is wrecked by mallow. Where rivers
Raid us, then men and light will Undersound a star & the mermen in Huge wired streams & bodies
& heaven is all vermillion. What with saviours Creaming for empty dust, then Heaven will appear left to dilly women
& laden hills must hear deaths Hammering light where crippling sex Weaves silence inside a flower; &, O,
Huge heaven is all vermillion. & heaven is all vermillion.
Whence Fathered high by filthy verve (Made lucid by robed scissor-birds) We suffer death as love’s deaths die &
Wild heaven is all vermillion.

Though tardy men will seem self-warned & although the buds of killers rain & although the cuts of mirrors crane
From deep drowned veins, heaven’s stain Will sunder mesh from Krishna’s bones
& the sex of the skeined suffer drones & heaven is all vermillion & drinking death has no body’s minion
& heaven is all vermillion.

Although the sun of Man has no ropes, Though the gin of Pan has no dope, Although the spin of Ram sunders hope
Blue hedons will harbour seasmen & heaven is all vermillion

Baited piggers push pigs from eyes, Slaked sun-stickers raise green spies, Odes to mirrors will turn from lies, &
Self will have no opinion Because heaven is all vermillion
& death reaches after killer’ s wives.

Oh.

58.

Startled by pigs in guns, we opt to die for Deepening candy-creams, O, a murderer of daisy-dreams will score
Sweetening blue veins & the rifled summer has suns for brains
& the missions blow
O. When once cruel video films a crow Then bloodied winter spew chills robed Radios of deaths and entertainers
. o
The nippy sides of love’s rose Stifles crude men & angels Slide down from a keen grave.
Smashed inside a gizzard, we opt to raise Romantic Romans & the gulls of war shoot mindless naves
& we shoot the frozen
O.

As a dining daisy wilts for sick, then lays Lay lammed lace where Coastal sadness washes hands in prayer
& the dead seem chosen by Loaned ladies
O

Sliding into cream, we hear a lullaby Calling out of the rain.

Grande gaoled hissing gods Lend outelbowed space to mean Loves & the shimmering seas sound
Old graves & killed geese. O, Grande jailed pissing sods Send outelbowed faces where old drugs
Drink in the sex rain.

When once a bed of fleas has Dreamed dolls & darling ash, then pain Pomades a sea of puled
Nylon city fools & a dob of dogs walks stools inside Nettled fistulas.

Grande nailed pissing gods Empty old balls. & the wines of wives
Stop dead..

The needling knives of fathers dig a pined Pretty pincushion & the Ides of wives frig a dimmed
Sea of missions O the needling lives of fathers dig spine & death holds love’s motions
& the lanes of leaders lend codes to sleep
Uh.

Why wind wells boom as sun dells cry Won’t be known till children die
Ah, god’s world is as blind as an lie, & Wicked watchers of a lost girl Sea-hang beds from nunneries.
As we sail out to die, then our blue hands Must chop voodoos from Rodeo cans
& cheap chills chap after
Bad bells & burned old laughter!

Niceness nettles nippies with Spermatozoa; & eaten old kids
Drive from father.

59.

Lazy lizard boys lace lanes with losing Wintry summer O lazy lizard toys taste pain as crying
Weeps after Odes to mother & the Ides of lovers loosen moving
Shooting fathers.. Crazy wizard wolves maul bats; I Used to know gulls but know I can
Never listen to god’s gang, & waves crash deep within Woman
& self-sex lams us with sand.

The galleons of Spanish guardians Supper on cocoa skies & the drips of death shatter dives
With gay nights of stilled stone.

As a ragged moped Madam hears England Jeering at cold graves Then a jagged road of Adam
sees Eden Laying tawny waste to knaves & we know Eve & Adam. O, as braves
Sidles under staves, then Howarth Rots inside a Bramwell brain.

& the wives of passion sweat under Blue brides & mad missions; & lovers Lead clouds to water
& the brides of passion weep under Green guides of deadly neural lumber.
As a ragged moped Madam sees arise Keen stars of Israel, the clothed tribes Rock, rock
& the eyes of nests knock where dives Send sailors to drowned sleep, O, clocks
Trip for vaginal hills?

& the cosines of catholic cousins Rap dirtied knuckles on a sea of mills
& an old miller tells his tall tales.

The ashes of burning babies build death high O the flashes of yearning Lead lions to dogs
& bodies & the plashed eyes of the dead summon lies & the dashed wives all abed
Lay chemical waste where old gods cry
O

When once a pit of ponies parades after Laden rain & the raisins of the Father
Then youth and I will hear a female lover Claiming crypts from cascaded Halls of red
maned killers; & an old die Cuts crap from a closed city spy
O.

The mashes of mind men seal sky- As odes to strangers writhe Then we will numb
naked bee-hives With waxen waspish urban tithes; -

Sickness sucks a sallied scissor for
Green glebes & cuckooed sister war.

60.

The wept wolves of wide-eyed women Sweep tailed gulls of their feet & the iced mad men who
suck robed hens Sweep sailed skulls where sleep Strums a washed guitar
& the eyes of sloshed rivers send sold men Homeward, where a mirror under tar
Shines like a dream O, When once outelbowed elves hear cars Carrying colonnades to the
sides of Mars Then dogs & dressers Dam pearly pinned pulled pin cushions
Inside fire when a killer on an old hill Sups sense from an old grave’s
Lip-sewn body.
O.

Underneath glued sleep, we stick to a Bell of balls & bended scissor star & ghosts go West.
& I will lay thee down In a cuckoo cage;
& I will lay thee down in a cuckoo stage
& I shall summon a town from a screen
O I will lay death deep where a candy stage Opens up eyes for you and me
& I shall wither like the wind where cold age Lays bitter minds on the coast
& we shall shiver & ride to the sides of trees O where once we flow, then
Knocked bees will sweeten a rose O, the honeyed suns of men hear women
Weeping for the stars of life & the cellars under guns see old children
Come whipping at an old wife’s history
&

Blazed striped ken kiss a hill when Christ Peeps up from His promontory
& with hey & a ho & a knotted high tree We swing from the buds under sex seed.
There is an old sail to fan for sea-need But old sea-ghosts sail as wavers heave.
o-la!!!

& when punished by a pierced pin cushion We must sunder eyes with hot spun miction
& the bed partners of the lithe & dead Listen to the sides of a mallow-metal bed
& plied pigs peer inside a narrow ribbon & the kind dead dream now?

O & a river in a shed slaps waves with Blown bodies - Uh a gun on a sex swig
Crashes minarets where grey goddess sprigs Blue blades where oceans soothe
Five mean forests & the summer under Nude naked faces.

& when punished by a pierced skin cushion We will sunder a rider from horsed confusion
& the lead of men must Sink petrol teeth deeply down where musk
Cuts a cradler from grey masks & chicken.

Bad barks sink where sad rafts quicken.
.
61.

As defining purses pay sex tax to midnight Then the hills of fathers tip the rain & the sky under
old death sees grain Groping wheat from apples
O, This slashed summertime has a wintry spleen, & the droves of darlins damages
Locked up scissor spies O,- As defining feather horses ride from wyes Then successful mirrors must dry
Coated urine hands..A body of lovers leads men where
The loaves of trippers Tack bombs to radios.

& I have found may to motorway toilets & eyes have ground down Pissing pelican tracts
& a silly ground will use carred latrines & the summer’s windows must Transgress jams with fast lust
O, Where a bellied body breaks, then We will enter us inside jacked dust
& a vastness of pigeons Will punish pups with sold sea zen
.& I have found a way to motored Sun-slipping coded pealed nerves & we have japed under us as birds
Bang in huge leaves.

A coda inside a devil sings for
Gripped gore & searched sex-war.

The jiggering Dom Daniel of the blind West sea-jams dogs where odd salt deaths
Ram malt into money The doctors of honey head under dregs O the proctors of baby rock keen figs
& the hourly wounded Lady Soaps up a bright wet fist.
Pigs in nunneries shoot a bully mind - Old doddering boots see minds
Sinking shoes inside Lady-wise pricking foot-fined Crops of beers & blue blinds
& party men blow crackers when Bursting cunny crows
Suck cream-ken
.
O a dasher of drummed death drinks slowed Impossible rivers & a blown bended star of sleep-clothes
Washes naked feathers.
.where once a draggleded dream delves for diamonds then footed golds will scream
& the vessels under cream seasons god's mean siren

O
the bottled blithe eyes of separating demon drones sink old fingers where Love
storms cold horse O, the faces of a dined sauce snip dribblers & the aching sea of millers
paint grey cabins O, the cuckoos in a cage force lions under tigers
& a she rat under rage suffers scrapped girl riders

& a cunt's sweet crypts
slam gooseberries.

a sea-canned sister dams keen city roses o a sea-hanged master rams cold city poses
& the guilty crossing hands of eager female God raps against old heaven's
cracked backdoor
uh

when once a sea of tears drizzles under eyes, then fears come toppling guns where
shooted hips on a natron snare veiny snails
uh

a sea-canned sister summons weary wives & robed tribes try for sermons
& cages coast for bald Ninevah's
shrill abandon.

they lay me down where age uses a cut chalk & they lay thee down where rage
eats a star-stalk & the vines of winter ram honeys down summer O-
i ride for ruins. Old forks famish after swallowed laughter & as the lips of liars eat corks
then we will rampage for bruised sea-fathers

i will lay thee down as talk chatters under tears &, juiced, we will see talk
jamming muted tree-sears

La.

 

62.

the families of keen flesh rock stoney deaths; ah, the memories of sex rot & rot
O, the melodies of salt flesh cut a stoned moon, & the drips of death
cut gold. O when once cold camals use dromedary sandals then lightning
stops rolled caged sea-coals. O, i will lay thee down where cuckoos use hairs.
naked salty cold nights dam hot ice. O, babied sweet sea christ heals chilled life
& a bomb in a moon will part all dust
O, naked salty cold nights derange blue light..
this side of a gunman we see rise a coconut moon, & eaten rifles hit birds
& beaten cradles serve tits & bum bodies-

we have sucked birds- as nude bagels feed dumbed Babel
then self-sex will strangle.. Oh.. the grassy city where lost knolls
shot a body has now come to end o- this glassy city where crashed men
sea-jam death's dead friends will dream of pea-hens & the arse of our kiddies
must nuke a tree of rubies..Oh. A hobble horse under fever sends
old blue bubblers when an invisible road raps ridden
bolted wedded snapt women.

there is a hearse of whores & this female hearse has wards & the keen cool sweats of birds
washes skin with stirred kinky lards & napped sea-nerds
O, we wash ourcellves as claws ram roses down blued rain; & oars
stink of pregnant bitumen..

we are fed to chapped old men.

The oozing renters of rolling flex heals over o, the boozing embers of mother
serves sodas to dead sofas- & a starry nude will supper for teeming naked war
o, the oozing renets of rolling flex heals father & the blonde baker of lips
hear blue promontories glistering after caged factories
o, when once a pig in a net strips bones & bodies then a bad bod of kiddies rip
stoned old men
..
Eyes have ears for lemon trees
ooo

we are never told?

63.

oh time has come to listen to the dead oh time has come to raise a fatal web where
dipped dollies ram the world & the drained faces under trees of fear writhe after
dammed decks of choking cherry chappers, oh time has come to listen to the dead
lo, time has come to raise a fatal bed where trillers of urban babies
shop for crusts.

& the cuckoo cage i will use for us will lay thee down in a wooden nave
&, o, eyes under dives must summon ill failed hills of night & evening's sex mill
This side of a draped death, we will hiss & the sliding of a sweet necked nip-kiss
wardens for pigs & metis?

oh time has come to listen to the dead
oo, i have been atoned by mission..

the bad sound of a sky-dyed god has red wigs for its angel lover o the sad stunned
town where mother maimed us with light has no bed- & the ice of a lover
feeds fawned factories to mice. oh, the sugary strurgeons of god christs
pay from the sawn grave to lend pictures of stone city trades
& the Ides of Man wrap salt soaps around cock-craved
easel fishes.. oh, the bad sound of a sky-dyed cunt craps a hunt of shipped shit- & junk
dollies about dread milked mikes & perpetual prisons peek for
spermy daddy ashes; & a bed-war

sacks a scuttering of pinched dykes..

ahhh.

& I shall feed minnows to sparrows, uh, i will give the gallows to chilled pinching blues
& the diamond rivals of old meadows lay pushing wastes to
dolly miction & the eggs of harvest swing under radio rainbows
lo

when once a pig of ages cutus noosed lady picks from dummy sleaze-drums
then we await the soaks of warred biddy dizzy baked leather-used
vaginal hills
o

the ivories of summer glow like fused wry-sickled bruised bed fellow who dream
of sun-screws & melted cunt-dudes dram edams where city nudes
scutter...

& i shall feed minnows to sparrows uhm, i will give gin-heads to tomorrow's raiding
screens; & mallows must wall death under nuked tears & funeral tundra
o

'i'm made of sin & sliced sin scores a sunnny diva on death's shores
& man is shaped from sex gourdes; & i am nipped by naked citrus roses...

END.

64.

 

here there are lambs on the stage ,o when once cold hands embrace salt honey, then blue rage
hear heaping islands dreaming of god's mink-maze
laaah, the hornets of money see sage ripening under a duned berry
shut citty of dead cars
ohm, the steeples of a sexed room scutter under blurred sea-fathers & room
robs love of saints & painted plebs soothe blonde eyes

here there are lambs on the stage. here, there are seas of sage
Oh. a penis on the sudden fall hits salt seed with a stripped stall, o, a penis on a sodden stall
cuts vaginas from cats & gall
..when once a sprigged cat crawls then sexy signets
will suck a supper's dragnets?.. a penis on the sudden fall
will wee from an erection; Oh, this side of a wife, defection cups bruised breasts
.
i will sup on stoats - eyes will bind beards to closed skies..

commanders of a baked lie bake scrolls & then see die
all mummified animals.

o what ho for the fashioned death but naked city apes o what ho for prized hills of theft but
naked baby snakes?
the signals of lost cars cut a butt, o, the naked eyes of a snapt book weeps for wept sound
& we rise outside sound as lakes rap on worlds.
wasted eagle-dust seasons girls & the shade of dyed curls twirl
easy long-ladied fingers; o what ho for the fashioned death but
naked city dates? o what ho for live drills but shut
hired windows?

saviours under tea-things muck vaginal favours..ingles under false-headed fairies
have a bed for a mind; o weevils under salt-shredders suck a gossamer wing
& the worms of love give in to dyed dollar springs
o

the witness to bed-beated dust climbs under sugar summer; &, loaded lust leaps
& we will cage cabs where sand smothers ocean-teets
o

ingles under false-headed fairies haver a web for a spine & we will drink wine from minds
& we will suffer death?

the bladed bays of kids wreck
all dived raised sex
.; & we are sex.

wetted woollen weepers war after red sea murder o wetted nylon nippers nap farters
& gods gold-swung torture sea-stabs dogs & motels- Ah
molten pickers piss for hostels & the cuckoo caged hospitals dam casts with mad machines, Ah

wetted woven slickers dream after verboten vines & a gun of winds
cutters a cold clock as fast sins shatter

o the pugs of cystic cogs spin & nightshades give in to lather.

a cabbage in a coil sucks oils & a bed of spun soils
dies, dies, dies!

kissers of live's canaries swim
& we wish for feathers?

65.

the cut mound of a naked sky slips cavavans where rosy spectres of a booked snare
drinks to death's dime & the diners under dark ride
homeward
oh, the teas of sound swill burrs & the headless town must star-warm a bod of curs
& the green litmus of curs knock on caged wood
o, the soft latrines of nude bird supper after hearts & herds
& a cuckoo in a crypt wages after cloned trips & blown massed macadam rams
green colts..

the cut mound of a naked wife weeps for dead rings & the starry guns of a tit-Christ
clambers after a dizzy waxed pizza-poster?

ghosts of glued Easters shove xmas & gifted moon-light; & I roam for cunt aromas
& i listen out for eggy drovers
..Icy eaten starved salt-suns ride & we cut anorexic guides, & the banging cars of tribes
stop.

fists of fissions strike for a dollar-cue: o lips of prisms underwrite old gods of tissue
& when once a car of light smoothes oats & kissed dues
then an ashen ram must seem burned from silence. o,
fists of fissions cuff after mumma, & we bead after bled bods & gallery-fever; & silence
weaves a sun from divas; ahh, i have wived us to scissor scums
& i have sun-shaped crabs from old cabs, & the dunes of the dead bag
naked nuked monkey drags- La?

a bird in a lost beak swigs
swiped winged pobs who dig us
& we are farted from candle-dust..

oh now that my knees have started to rock, rock, rock then the viney bones we have will
rot inside diddy beaded sun-darted drivellers of God
O

when once a spoon of leas have unlocked a ghost-lacquer; then green buns must see flavour
dunging under odd Love

oh now that my body-keys have draggled broken booze-labs,
then i will lick us from scabs
& i will issue bolts to locked cabs
O.

when once a room of reeds nabs skeletal winter crags then we must dream-light cubed crabs
& a dilly ghost of fat flavour ignites a labile God with sweetened
head-most carnical summer?

Oh a dolly has
just one toyed life.

66.

oh cut yon face from a dustbin & listen to the rain oh the sun's case has a red burned skin
& the issues of lilies have all too many trained
daddy leaves. o cut your face from a dustbin & hear wet pain pummellling puled parades from
briny wells of mind & the thieves of wine drink death dry - Guns
marry maiden magazines
oh... can the sleeved seasaw of fathers see guns shooting a cancer-moon?
la, can the reeved shadow of lovers see scrums force spooning rugged sea-tunes
to fallowed heels when a bag of brooms

boiled cocoa dry?.....

I?

o as for love's fanny, she will scream forever & as for love's snake we will slide lewd drakes under
winter fever o as for love's lady, she must dream forever, of dunny clouds & menstrual rape.
& i will lay thee down in a cuckoo's nape; ah, as veins vamp for whored cries & wards
then i will lay thee down in slide lakes, & the Ides of Death may play a part
inside the widowed picture of a sad heart & sex & Death may have no wallchart.

o as for love's family, we will scream after endless bootless sea-laughter & we will jump the
jazzy seas as father thrums under a sneak bus..

This side of roped pain, i will lust for cuckoos & toxic cabined slipped war.

La!

the vagrant devils who taunt the streets have colds for wives; o the fragrant rivals of the panch
ram fingers down knives & we are laid in a cuckoo & we smile after feverfew
&, draked, the dialler of devils who stalk meet telephone brains
& the fast ventures of a boy reap receptions under trains.
o old trampled tramps caress veins & urban suckers, stamped, cross roads with dirty silver.
the fastness of a blue girl grits dirty teeth o, the vastness of a green world
washes greese & a zitty woman fleeces twirls
old killers.

the rider of a red room whirls cardboard trains & the eye of veins hits pearls & we are made
from scripts & we sing all round the world..
the fastness of a blue gal rips dinner keys & the voce under tripped lips
rams need's

occidental money sleeve.

a billy body bounces down hilly lanes o a baby toy bounces round silly veins & the flower
of old towns drill for feathers
& the caged hands of sound scatter noise o the gaol of sands
unlocks fanny as old joys die for prison.
a billy boy bounces down
silly lanes o a lazy ploy seasons veins
& galled crow outgrabes

the diggers of dazzling deacons drink cured roses, o the riders of razzling bee-men
toast bread roses, & rodeos lam tall tripped faces.
when once a gangled sex laces invisible English clothes
then a blue island sears loaves & a car of posies plait a plate with stoned stoved
lost stasis
& the diggers of dazzling deacons drink cured roses
& bad demure clocks season
red vineyards..

O

67.

welshed yo-yos drop peat underneath dead sleep & a canyon's poncho reaps
closed beds & old neat pluperfect meat
the eaten bales of wheat feed lost Christs & a father under lost night
sunders summer.
& a cage of clams slights, slithering jugulars
& a stage of drams writes under skies O
welshed yo-yos drop peat underneath red man's heaped hallsway of disaster
& we swim for plasters, & we lay killed where fathers
die.

when peering into shadows, i hear bald men coming into blinded boys & rent diving fear
knocks at hell's sad door
o, when peering into shadows, i sneer & the pobs of heaven
rap a sea of wide fear; & the wakes of summer see a tear drinking after falls
o the tonsured baskets we have made our very own
store carpets where old bones bury drams under crags; & a lea of light licks cold straps
uh...when peering into shadow, we hear closed pipping pigged piers
angelling after drowned amusements where weevilled doctors
heal in a fairground sea

& i will hectre us & i will seize
blue sleeves.

the vanishers of the vaginal moon ravage sex with lards & waters
& the ribboned sister of slaughters deals old cards
& when once plumed rooms
rock under fires then old cards will seize choirs; & the vanisher of the vagina
drops doctors
down, down
O

the snipped saviour underground drizzles where grey herons duct pelicans
& a swing of air stoppers
rude waves...

tthe vanishers of the vaginal moon slash peered wrists & cold stashes of city writs
suck a golden sunrise.

uh

o. for osyter shells & babies, i will proclaim ladies as lilted as a sea of mods &
where my country senses lay a forced mind with trenches, then i will ride you
homeward.
& the insidious casts of red blue roman scissor devs dream of lost kids, then beds
will outstrip lions
.
o for oyster shells & bodies i will inflame blind cabbies & we will take our factories
way out where the moon feeds fish to promontaries..
the infectious swing of blood snaps a weal around the metal vice of carmine towns
& a bellied sweat-town scatters sweet loved notes.

O eyes inside a hewn rope
screw the easily hanged.

68.

o i laughed just yesterday about cats & kitchens o i took a bad bath & clay
creams for old graves: & the summers of day fit a fist under burned lays
& we twirl wax fingers
o i laughed just yesterday & blind clouds covered me
& the seas of Pan sea-hanged me as Man lost drugs to warders
o.

the fished fists of killers crap against a palmed wall, & easy bees bend stung molls
& coded gangsters shoot the killed?
o i jammed a dizzy moon lo i crammed an old room
& cosy bloodied red runes rode us inside cocks & blue dragons...

& i laughed just yesterday & i heard us loosening kids as dust
flew aside from clayed nude grain..

For these vast poppies of glass i give christ's troth, o for death's blurred body I
give rise to stations of naked radio. oh,
when once a cellar's grasp pants for hot tallows then we will don de gallows?

for these vast poppies of glass, i give christ's cross
o for death's bruised baby, i give green wives
& we weep for the sun
o. this strangled life's lesson shoots the killed & the wode of the milled
hears a hatted tale when we caress blued lissom?

blithe body men will end where, capped, we see men
dying, dying
Lo!

we appear sex-slowed..

& a scar of starry chatter sucks up goat-meals; & a plate of lovers
cuts up salty reels; o when once ivies glow then mental dipped snow
slumbers for wheels & the pursed palls of idiot cries; bomb a town of seals
oh, the tocsins of a windfall uses fire for ermine & the wives of old sin
lobs droves at vermin; & a digger baths sand-dams, damaged blithe walls.
the shuddering noise of silver bols, shatter, -la, a bed of bud hears molls
laying peacocks under lady dolls
O

a menstrual spider drugs a web of skulls, & a seath well of dugs
has a wrinkled Love. & a scar of starry chatter
sucks up old pelicans & sea-sluts. pandects of pisser-men can toads within
digging whelk-colour-sin; O, pandects of river-men can a red sea-skin; o, the kissers of an owl
slam budgies where odes to eagles whip a blonde horse; pandects of mirror-men
can rodeos & the radio yo-yos dam docs with age & bound lambs strike a stage
& the bellies of a bedside bind dreams to knives: o when once blurred pharoahs
lend drag to sea-spies then a bull of killers will writhe
Oh, the ballets of a bread-side bind seas to killers & a bod of bells wrings
eyes & eels then old men use swings
O, the sallowed sun of rings dons penates gold & closets cuss for hymns
& the dead shine when the bellies of a bedside bind dreams to lovers &
bad babblers bang just like a scissor.

the giver of a lost ghost suffers green groves & killers, o ther ruder of a false host fathers
jackfrost & cold soap & the biker of a torn lover hears naked monkeys.
o, the giver of a lost ghost jams jacksies as a bended rope hooks bandits under countries
& a city of fire dams edams with love's spire
uh. the dreamers of a dead brother hits god's sleeves, & men and Gods will smother
drips under seed...

& this bitter funeral pyre heeds wallowers & vermin.

69.

the pinker of a bell-bed has naked killers: o, the riders of a celled gas
nukes old nippers & red lips eat old flotillas & a bald natron builds wives under old glass.
the pinker of a bell-bed has naked drillers; o, the riders of a cellled gas
pukes under mirrors & red mitts maul nude mass & sodas
wash love's sad feet; & a bonce of blood beats giddy heads, & a cunt of god has sleep
ramming dregs

eyes under snaked egg
cook till screened.

& this side of a mind we succour titted city wine o, this side of a mind, we supper
after easy lime & a grave of faces has lovers leading dogs to grain
& a bed of junk cuts fevers.
when once urban sluts shatter splattering wind then a bayed bone of bins sea-stabs
closets where eagled crags
crap on killers; & the heady press of cabs sire a knowing stag
& odes to snowing grabs vast blue babies...

O

the spastic sloes of one zillion skies cut a chair from a table o the mastic rose of one
trillion loos
cuts hot pears from stables; & a wode of wool weeps after bruised feather fathers
when once a prom of pills rides high in the eyes then we will whip dogs with dives
& mod men who die will never let death die; & a branch of bookers must supper
for teased fried lives.
the spastic sloes of ten zillion wives cut a prayer from a fable
o then classic crows of ten trillion tides wallop seas with devils
& a bounce of brine drinks cables under defective female fish.

the instant when grey pushers peer under Hesperides, then clappers
must stop; O the wives of Aladdin lammer for
bust block; & we may never wife the bollocks o we will never suck a listless lover
& we may never cry- under rocks we lean of fever
.
the yo-yos of the dead shoot clock; & vaginal exegesis suffers spind dolled old creatures
the baited beds of blood cut featured cunt-sucking seizures
& the wizards of pierced fingers pinion gals & scissors

when once a pig of iron smokes grey liver stinkers then we may never sleep for smokes
o we use the veins of mirrors & a doll of whores
dances under cradles; & we may never wife the bollocks; o we will never
suck a raped world; & the promotions of a glassed girl
dons blue pearls....

once below a time, we heard curled faces fawning under bird; & we drank to tip-top
& we wanked for gilt socks
..
Eyes idolised blue brains when
old bodies
died.

70.

& i give bran to bread-men; lo, as a sex-baker toasts cold Zen then i pray for self-raising
Yoga & i give bran to bread-men & i give rise to bun-men when cocklers of cookers
suffer gems
& the sex of a clock boils hems & bubblers of marigolds burn beautiful cake-
O, demons denote a broiled oat-pussy ashes under udder-wine weep &, ashen, buttered
brines reap oars & ogres-.. This side of sleep, we saunter where swards scrape grain from heels
& a harvest factory reels ah- when a bended braid steels
posies under panes then a dirty song of reins must crash an eaten sneezed-trained

dig of broaches & cuffed dust...

& i give bran to bread-men; lo, as a sex-shaker seasons men then eyes under eynes
will rattle thunders- & rollers reap a razor
Clisters cover caved killers when bolted biblers hang hags from city mumblers.

& i will lay thee down?

& i will lay thee down in a cuckoo-cage, & i will ravage sex with lumber
o i willl lay thee down & when the slides of christs dam rage
then eyes will lay thee down in sex-sage,- when once an ocean odd promontory slaves
after sex & ruin, then the arks of screw-ins will
dedicate dolled hearts to a stroking hilll; & i will lay thee down in a cuckoo-cage
ah, i will suffer thee under easy lips & lamping northed thunder
& ice will squeeze you & a heady north-ship will spew you
over & always under dark masks & dunny dilly Father....

O the hands of the sage limb-lock lovage where a tree's stave will sup a gold supper- & bent lays
lam us when god's tundra shows no idle mercy.

& will shake you under oven-burning & we will take hay long when snaped cradlers listen
men of yearning studying for a cuckoo cage..

this side of the dark, a rider of the dark dons a feather & a sky; lo this city dart dazzles
daddy's mark & a cuckoo face will sear cooked sky
& ken will cage an oiled mouse
Ahh... the budded brined wrists of old Mars suck a cloth from out the moon
& sizzlers of a salt tryst heap holdals where a starry mist
misses tar-roomies!
...
when wide of the past & stained, then timeless carriages ravel into old times
& i will marry youth to tines & the robin's coat will grind
away, away, away, away

& i will lay thee down in a cuckoo cage.

71.

the nunneries of a saddled moon send monks to sleep o, the memories of a straddled heap dig after
coded wounds, & the limes of Man overwatch deaths & Peter Pan.
where once we came home for faked dinners & sweet robes
then we opened up a backdoor. the nunneries of a stained moon
send monks to meats o, the teething tans of gloom
stagger for rich sex smog? & a bodall under city glass
sea-hangs hags & bone grass.. The cemeteries where we made dead friends hereby exits into fire
& the monasteries where we made men dance against a pyre
heeds cowls & chuldren
o the pinnace where we sailed for sin has a bad pig for a city throat
& the molls of a biddy bags fire glass & the dales of country prisons
unlocks a clocked mission
o when once we tread against us then
sacrifice will look us as; & women
widen like blue laughter..

the diddies of a dead cage see arise old widowed eyes; o the dunnies of a spread cage see rise
cold female lives; & the sunny slick of fingering lies lap guns from old ladies,
when once we learn about lost tides, then we will walk for jive
and the searing summers of a bruise cups titties under cervix-daisies. The diddies of a dead cage sees rise
cold widowed minds, ah the dummies of a red cage see rise grey female dives
& a dizzy bell blows blonde brides
east of old England??

Bad blackbirds sing for spring when gay winter
ends..a dolled drive of death darkens nude ward, & the nailed sky of endless death
swims after green murder, & the wives of Eden suffer
old giddy purdah..when once a pigged vagina rides inside blue pain then a nick of powder will
sunder neon rain; & a mind of grain must spill
stilled baby.

& a dolled drive of death darkens rude bawds; oh, the nailed jives rend deathw & a bird of winter
sucks stoned swallows when closed features enter
guilty gilded cinema-feathers; and weavers of women sweep breasts underneath bones & pillows
o weaves of children heap nests & a woud of Israel
lays pure life where cold deaths travel like a gun.

& when once a pill of sex-deaths sunders a silly small death then England must listen under
stony autumn wives
oh? weavers of women eat deaths, bivoaucs of hair comb deaths
& the dreamy suns of death
send kids where fear flowers
up, up

a dizzy dog of tar sheds cuffs & cats spin as they duff meaty crying & a feline with no mind
hears God & sears timed
human tails

& fantails choke on mirrors

sailed under killers, a crisscrossed sea jam darkens hollowed lips ah, sailed under rippers
a slashy cut of mother hears a death of trips cupping blue tit
& a bulb of Love hits grains of god's drugs where codas freeze under grey dogs
O, when once a bed of hair dreams of old pigs & gay sprogs then an arch of faith prays after lobbed
stoned shots
O

sailed under killers, a crisscrossing sun jams darkening sky script; ah, a slashy sea of nips
sucks nippies as a vanned side of cars rams fairy cycles...
&i will lay thee down in a cucko's saddle & lash your sex to rivals
& the red mien of sex hears odd gables gabbling where sperm burned.
to slender death..

 

72.

goblins under evil mouths tell idiot tales & the wives of Eden shatter coded God where eaten veils
suck a bibler's cleansed god-baby; & the christs of reason lick parisian cars as holy bed daddy
uses a bald body
O, when once pigged peels of sin study how to cry, the vaginal lobbies will heat winds
& the purse of lies must pay a piper for a city high?

gobllins under evil doubts hear sails sharpening bulled blind bales; & the riders of the dead hear nails
sailing under green shadow; & amazing sandmen sup a hollow neck of apes.

The lost ovens of the cooked & starved suck cake from bum-lard; o the crossed onion of the nooked
suck breads from scars & the bad loss of a red car's Ma
must wed kids to butters; and vanning sky-slides cause enhearsers to drink to chugging tar
O, when once a ball of rain swings deep, deep down where a tree of rings
dons guilty reason then a bol of gold will arise from cuckoo men & death's rolled treasons
O

the lost ovens of the cooked & barred laughs at miraclous bellings; & a loaf of piss parades for
sun-lit summer chills where iced bun-boars lammed us with strange hot rubbings?
& the men at the foot of a false grave hammer figs under daisies
& i shall lay us down where kiddies
clambour after lost fun.....

Uh. & i will lay thee down... o, I will shake hot men with old sound, & i will lay thee down....o, i will
shape snakes & serpent asses; & when once a bull of blood passes
plumed serpetines, then a wizening shadow of masses will preach a sea of minds

o the sallied haloes of old lasses lassoo lips to menstrual ladies; funereal flesh will coat jams in land
& we will suffer for silver as bad brands
sell false shops to ermine
o,- & i will lay us down & i will surround police gas with elemental torn towns & i will advance
at the face of clowns; ooo gee it is so ffing good to hear gin
drowning bods in weird absynth-skin; & eyes will poke themselves as din
cups a red surrendeer under ground

green minted sex-shaved coffees..

& as sinking lotions under aubergine stasis delimits ghosts with egg-slanted faces delve after hot
glassed war; & the hills of mind screw flavoured aces & the wode of disused moars
melt inside a toaded city score
Oh, & as striking oceans hammer blithe races then cyclical pummelled cases
cry for a gem-glued girl; & neon cords pull on a dead umbilical
& the nudes abed with vagina lost heads for lotus broads
Oh, a swinging crocus boat swallows us, & the dilly crocus eaters who warm us
jam under the brides of a dead ward

& as hissing potions poke at limes then diddy loos will row after rhymed i have laid thee down
where oldness shatters comfry teas with shaved decks
& i will soften teased kids with Toaded fields & rapped pig-pissed

dogs of derrierres.

73.

the clicking circus of a laid mind cuts a cured trapeze; o the ripping crocus of a loose mind
sucks a weird disease & the mines of sadness see vines brewing stramge drapes
lah, the blue sides of Abaddon spine soundless easy leaves
o the clicking circus of a laid mind cuts a curved oak sea & the eyes of fury topple timed
bols & acid..O the tithes of Eden hang rancid body birds & blown videos vamp for placcid
lady nerves..

The vials of finger varnishers carry cabs of war; o the smiies of givers will marry
flotillas of red warves & a bed of ales dreams of sallied rose petals. this side of summer, we see baby
bee-banging sweets from metal; & the lash of light loops rings arund bright sex night.
& the dials of diggers will marry lost loped kids to caravans & the arse of God grips brigands...

the clicking circus of a raised mind cuts a screwed trapeze; o the bodies under leas sucks wine
& the bells of dewinter lash domes to dollars, - ah, old times dream of Easter.

when once a bed of drakes drags dirtied cats from fringers, then the slipping locus of a crab
casts imperial twelve 'o' clock shadow
& the bees of beer sting mallows; & the clicking circus of a mind sucks crude rubies
& the son of winter suffers blue braids & closed coffees.

The budders of a bald baby beer-bang tit-fed old ladies o the drivers of a bald bus trips upon
lewd nuts & idiot raisins
o,- the budders of a blue baby sea-slam clit-teased doddies &a body under guns
shoots grey pain.
when once a grey gull grabs wanked gasolene then chidden pigs heed slags bagging margarine
& the salts of pain season

flashes......

coastal piggies pluck ashes
& choir boys burn.

the hearses found under palps peer into rivers o the purses found under riders lay easy thumbs
under scalps & the gemstones of the scissored dig for daggers.
o when once grainy jeeps don vast bone, then crashed sleep will dream of bodies
& the crashed boys will heat old buddies as a bay of wheat rots for hankers.
the horses found under talcs trickle down the veined vineyards ah, the vines of Easter sear
slapped caps & eager reins trap dogs & sea-stained
seizure-hunters...

wed wolves weep when meat sings for kisses.

& when caked men reap white gold, then sallied sleepers sups a gut of wheat & the buds
of hens will reap granary gashes
o,- the vamped billy of rashes will dream for guilty apes & moustaches & the caped wards
& the napes of death will sea-slam old breath
o..the seizures of noose must fit after old blues & a fix of a cold nude's deck
must sweat bruised bods & bashes
o..the kind kine of colour carry cats under water; & sex warps wooled wine
...when once a pool of christ craps in a can then a sea of stools will ram soups under a hilled
hireling

& when caked men mete handspun hashes then hatched blue star-sleep
dies,.,.

Oh?

74.

the odd owls of large midnights glue bells to swings; o the old cowls of sad light
hear crows under swings hurtling from a false car; & cabs
hiss with tights; o the huntress of old christs hear herons under hunted lice
& the public pubes of city ice cut a cabby from city-mice o the vines of masses drink to
carnivals & molasses & the vined video of a hot nude
nip after old lubes...

& the odd owls of dead crabs scatter shadows when rolled rizlas reap buds from men
& decidous purple mien naps under a blood-bud; & skinned sewn screen-scuds land
daughtering doctor-hen.

Ah? when grabbbers of gemmed grubs glister under rain then killers of stemmed Love
has sea-stains for gas & the cementers of grass use glass
o, the ruler of splayed dogs drizzle canine whores with veins & a halter at a nape nips idols
& a cone of countries crams bad tongues down bibles
o? when grabbers of gemmed drugs glitter under grain then utterers of pain heap gloves
inside plums & pushes & smokey skinners of flashes
suck a lip from cabbies
& the whirling worlds of rivals ram a rosy tear around vosene; & the suidal sea-sounds
teem with radishes & gables, & we study how to leave town...

Ahhhh.

& she is a gem-clued girl - a mother-of-pearl river suitcases her gilded eyes in a sea of vales
& the naped giver of the dead brighten my lover with a petal-bed
O, & she is a gem-clued girl - a sister of curls hits god's faces & the golden
wives of shone worlds weep under rings & laces
O, the giddy gallery where i espied cuckoo caves & blinded sea-spies
rides my gal to sleep &, huh, the wine-woollen heads of brides glues my giddy sea-swirl
with condiments of gilders & men and mien succour drillers
& love's shine mouth-grabs.

la, she is a gem-clued girl - a father of curls crusades faces & the Ides of Woman hears
stasis glittering like a sea-fig o she has rings for laces o she has limbs for kids
& a gem-glued summer when digs delve for diamate hangs lemon shoes from gold grids...
I have seen sins at change of day enticing hymns with hyena's graves & the worlds in Heaven
stopper suns with precious ravens
& the keen world ends

atoned by gemmy jewellers.

o i will lay me down in a midas gaol & i will tie me with locked grails, & gods
will punish me outdoors where genoas trip under keyed winter prayer
Uh. & a gander under heated Minai hair will sea-stab the Mother with salt dogs
& i will lay me down in a midas gaol & eyes will blind me with gold grail
This scissoring city where i made buds bang a baby from its pram
will hire my far out West where dogs yap at bunny heels & i will blind me as honeys under drugs
daub painters with dammed catted cany cobra cogs.

& i wlll lay me down in a midas gaol & i will punish seed & i will knock on a steed as
old need pulls pee from labile nails; Oh. & as for gabbed men & the Minai Straits may
lady fever twirl deadening long-ladies-fingers?
the curious suck of a fast finger fondles fondant rubies
o, the furious fuck of a fast feeler fans bums against blue skein; i & cut crows on a
cliff see rain ravaging curved cripples
lah,- when once a nutty kiss stains after lards & waters, then a bay of killers entertains
rats of midwives & the purple liar of the moon
rots forever & the loos of Easter hear veins
fearing father....

the curious suck of a fast finger feeds a weevil to a ringer; & dead dollies dream of a mirror
& a dead mirror shows flexed kids & baby troves

Ah

75.

the middlers of a messy mind knit cock to slime - o, times bomb cunt wine & green gallows grip
wine; O the meddlers of a spine cut swallowers where old gods sleep in a chair...
rexed fallowers of odd air curry-comb the dead - prayer sallies selves with tawny willows; & old
kids cut gassers where the riddlers of a messy stair
sups a bummed juice pizza.. the copious curds of loose noosed goose gabbles after roped rabies
& the guns of art mongrelise a sea of darts; & we fart for passion?
& the naked piss of rhyme
writes nude verbs.

the riders of the kiddy rainbows rams hammed hands where cold billies light a town-square
& the lilllies of the air use thumbs inside hot tares; & the riders of a kiddy's seat
loosens gay drummers..o, when once a seat of tears has drowned for nothing
then a bay of spheres suffers grey beards & clay-cold driven midnights.

as granary gates glitter for coded termites then family snakes glister for penile sperm-lakes
& earthen salt-scrapes store vines under fanny....

the riders of corned rain war after gellied gills & corks of sea stills snore & robed doctors hear
mills snapping like women..

uh the hooters under fast hookers swing against milked baby; o the nets inside silks hear lookers
laying faces under bines & the hooters under vast cookers spiral underneath old family
when once a sea of rams spines cold tears, then a naked mind rots for fish & ancthers
& the bulbs of Man seee sines slapping forced bookers....

the rooted dolly mixtures of granary gold-dosed Love robs stirring clammy violets
& the killers of the world lob pursed lipsalves?

when once a sea of cans whines deep down inside baskets then blue voices weep after
oysters & old young women..

this side of a sky we soften green dribblers.

the bulbous scud of a saviour prays for salt rain & the vile drug of a failure prays for sweet pain
& the oats of a head see layers creeping under grain
o, when once a bag of flowers digs for rat-fats then the bellies of old rats
strangle transmats.. o, the bulbous scud of a sailor feeds ships to drillers & a soaked dead man
suffers boats of sex milks..,.

as the dogs of edams huff green lungs, then closed cutters caress curved ken; & the sun's deaths
sea-slam

all eyes!

the scurried breads of one zillion men scatter scars across the Void la the sallied heads of one trillion boys
hag after witches & the scents of bitches biker after
old kids & mushrooms
la

the eaters of a death drink daughters & the silks of old rooms close mad ilks where glass tunes
swing for death's spoons
la....

76.

the meadows of the mad fallow mitched men where mallows scutter for funeral wards...
the scurried breads of one zillion men shatter stars across the Void; & the beards of Zen
scrap for coded blue-bends & the wives of Eden spatter sun-winds with green-gems!
there is, nearby, the dun cries of the killed; & the giddy givers of blown blued lives shoot all
pansy-Love
o

there is, nearby, the wives of the stilled & the dizzy gizzards of bone-drugs hears old walls
crawling under filled doctored God..i espy reason raising rogues from dogs
o i derive my own death o i define my ashed sex & where once rapped rivers wreck
dolllies, then we will have no sleep until old men
drag drains for children.....

there is, nearby, the dumb lies of the drilled & the baby bridlers of naped necklaces
don dad's bull

la...this wet side of a bruised brain abolishes veins of night o the split wives of blued rain
cans seed uder granary sex-light & the wolves of women soften steely peppers with swiped
piercing pissed phoned children: the seated sweat-box of killer chicken
boils winged miction under triped digger evil babe-dolls
o, the sweet patter of the scrawled link red wicks to star-stalls
& the picks under Mars sky-maul loosed players of keen mean train-God....

this wet side of a petrol palm daggers for cloned clap; & farms rock a mood-lit hill
& the sweet snood of kills crap upon a starry moon-rill?

the gunners of Love licks stills
& a salt photograph gathers gills...

when once a tonsured killer lays basketfuls of jays then the ridden mind of seizures prays
& the woman under clay sidles after lunatics & dead claves o where once masses melt, then fever
rocks for blused blind Heaven....

this side of a tortured ape, cold days writhe under wives & a baskeful of lives live under
bitten pigs & starlings,-
when once a trunk of Man sunders salt pain, then plied pissers on the moon stains vaults
with seizured lumber & the cones of rodded Christ bends a bay of blinded red
city rivers...

the beast below prayer hatches all dunes as murdered bodies suck a dyed cunt....
.
the optical sweat of a female octopus drags deaf seas for twine; o the locus of a female devil bus
drives ferrules under a city mind & the weirs of dun males drown lusts &
the peppery pit of a sex plume times dolly dads & milky massing brands dream of
cactus convenience swards; & wound of crags craps in a handbag

the optical sweat of a female fuss, fawns a framed fanny when raped light leaps from old women
& the sashed sines of dilled dusk digs prams wherre ashen beer-cans
cram salt piss deep, deep down
doled rills where pigs on the town
sneer....

as old eaten ribbons shoot Downs then we will murder everything?

77.

the disabled gun of a lopped moon rams greased bluebells against five limbs; & the spies of cells
loosens green wells; o, the chair-bound closets of a tune sing, sing
& the mass of swings shakes nude knolls where winged hymns swirl for ashes.
a charger of the killed races for canine horse-wards; & the dins of the dead hit oars
& bad beans gnaw on jellied cells
& a netted nape of necks roars & a sweated lake of slits trills, trills
& we get out of bounds where
bound beds turn.

the lidded gritted ivies of the killed laze after nipped necks o, the riddlers of countries are
filled with becks & moggies & where a bowel of soups wrecks indiogo missives
then a bud of blood sea-slams choked chicory..
there is a boat on the moon & this lunar boat traps its swoon, & the brides of death
sweat, sweat...O we will snap hairs as wheat rots under golden yields
& the stars of rain sire sleep & the cats of pain mewl under bods & spooned
scissor rivals?

the lidden gritted loud trees
smack all masks.

the pig-of-a-soap washes lardy blind hands o, the kids under roap watches,badness & drams
& the slide of clams clutches ants & fathers.
when once a jagged jam dreams of drugged Japan then a greased ghost scrams
after penile salt-ovens & the pig-of-soap cram there is a bad bed of lies
& cured cunts under lies feed easy shits to sailed tides & a bleached boy of knives
hurls fires down city drains; & walled clowns

sings for a lost big topped
ring of blue fire....

the pig-in-soap washes guilty fanny fangs & ashes wallop pussy.

families of mermen fish after sweet fished head-larder; & the prawns of christ's lover
kisses idle wells with belling waves. O, de mamma creels where
battered cods carry lovers back home where grey killlers suck a slaved air..
this side of a skull, we share blind lips & dullards & a shaved ship drains fear
& a teasing tare of cold cars crashes under money.

families of mermen fish after salty dishy stinking sea-gaga & the robes of rape
cover efts where tawny drakes daub docs with sausage-DaDa
..
the whip of a lost male eye writhes under nunneries & the clips of a crossed daddy
tosses teams under dives...

when once a brawl of iron plucks deadly cups then we will cut love's soft cuts & the picked
cut of a green slut digs a northern spade
o when once we scrawl for dusts then we crawl under gemmy dribble; & old red rust
rots for a thwacked grave
o these nine dead eyes we hear will rot alike to a spun skull
& the sun's cold nod will sash a rope around deranged rills as a mind mitre cuts raves
..
where a bod of masks fills sexy salt lungs then a rat under guns will thrill
all bones in all bodies...

the defectors of the dead drill after lards & daisied waters
& the bolts of crazy doctors drags vaginal hills.... huh.

it's something in those eyes that tells men girls are for it & the guns of softened eyes shoot
pavements with wrists, o it is in the slap of brides that snaps a sea of clits
..
underneath a cruised sun, a baby on a cliff slides old bairns & bad buns
& we have self-sex with a bun in the oven & we sup a sea of penis-perms
& the bay of cut killers crack cries as calling knives suck a slip from a gusset-genoa...

it's something in those eyes that tells men gals are for it
& the dunes of Man cut menstrual castles from pinked pissing moon-mitts

. Ahhhh AMEN!

78.

the fablers of the frenched feed bled tongues inside electric valves
o the cradlers of the wrenched hears bled drums dancer under midnight green guns
& the fablers of the frenched feeds sad tongues inside electric salves.
when once a kid of light stops, then darkness will topple sparrows
& keen old shadows wrap cats under strung city sadness & we are filled with sadness?

the fablers of the rinked sup a sullen drink & we pour pictures down drains as we sink
solemn strangers o when once a wife of killer cures gey miners
then child diggers use a dead cage....when once we come of age, the grey rage
will suck us Lo,. the shadowers of the easy dead ream a robed rose where
hot felines leap from a human chair o, the mallowers of the eager killed
lam s laden liars with five hot tongues. This side of hairs
we comb a cummed cliff where shadowers of the filled sails aside a matted mad air.
.
when once a kid of spice seasons loss, then a filmic tragedy tips dunnies under daddy's lens
& we sear visual Christs & we peer under sea-vice, & we scatter cabbed closed crab against
donnys beards
.
These dragged days delve after false weeed.- the dapplers of the city's sneers
bag bad blowers around a grey gaps.....
I suck a female throne as a bull of beasts wax ashes from wrought-iron neon thumbs
& the eager eaten rafts of the stars hear clothed ewe-hens glistered under peaced
cold body killers....

The ice of the dead chills enough; & sleep pieces plural dives with
Asmodeus & hot wer Abaddon daggers where twigs force five zillion trees
inside faced visor-monkeyed rolled leaves...

I idolise the sense of scent where grey sleeves pull telephones inside revceivers.

the lease of dun love heeds a fast false rogue o the fleece of dumbed love
feeds a fast face with hands & crows; & the dead listen to a pyramid of God
& the illusory rivals of lost God summons duked dames from city luds.

the dizzy stone of hot death storms the water, & the lady lions of a dead darling quarter
telephone tears with tirades

the dolly drawler of this ferried world rubs the ribbed cock-farmers of blued nude
bibs; & the feelers of sex lugs leer into lamplights; & the wives of drugs
dreams of cold hot gloves...

when once a sine of winds butchers sods then villains under sea-clogs
will wash widows under feline graized clogs?
oo, the lease of dun love heeds a fast fierce road & seeing we have let fast roads come home
then we will snow tundra under
snakes & crowned crow-summer.

Ah.

79.

the old molten children cry then the naked birds under city wives will wed rope to female baby-bribes
& the sins of mien drape baguetets under salt sharpenings
o when once old molten children ride against a pot of raised bins, then lives will saunter after raisins
& roped pies & the rooms of men catch keen fire when carrion soup men
dash doilies on booze..

the gentle gemmed genuflections of prised picks & paved Gods give Love an olden seed of sun-slaved
ninny mumbling baby Nineveh...
& the silent years get high & gobs cry from toothless collonades & cods crap against an asylum's ward.
O the jazzy manx of catty kissers rob sodomy on a soaped red lodge!

miraculous killers suck along lost
wayferers
.
Uh?

the deus of the silent killled here name death & all death's names o the vents of the violent sear flame
& a bowl of ferns sheds duped seed when old rain wallops dust.
when once a drip of dreams drags skirts & nude stories then the arse of bodies will stab
rude tyburns; the deuce of the silent killed hear gains codded caged city goddess
& as islands spill the sad salt slams will
rot for lobbies...

o as a digger of beauty thunder-names cold grass & zimmer frames then a slider of Love storms
old bairns & the liar under veins cuts cunt's curio of salt flame
& the raisins of a chocolate heart feeds sweets to pain
o as a dun river of beauty winter-cooks, cuckoos & pigeon games; then the eyes of March will book
grey paws & cat-slumber?
oaths of demons swing for looks
& a gun shoots cabs.

the rodeos of radios clarify laden crocus-eaters uh, as a sea of mallow heals, then a bed of seekers
will damage God...

o when once a tree of dust sleeps for legal cudgels them a babe on a bridge ignites bruised musk.
opening eyes of rain dig after nude hail, & the roads of fig mails
enevelopes to sexed grail...
ther rodeos of radios arise, arise & the sun's dead lives grins after funny wives
..
ooo.. the canes of cages crap for turning lock-ins o, the grain of ages fords a billy stream
& the rose inside a cervix rots just like steam
ah when once we use war then we will bury outdoors deep, deep down, in the thorns of a clown
& circus tribes socialise where cries
crusade for Mutter Mary

the canes of cages store piggy pushers where Laws lam a cunt-buddha & silence finds cold cores
& the dawn-light caps cod with midnight's bright disease...

Ohhh callowed crow-clouds oven-cook crooked sea-nooks & the boats under rooks sea-cook
crooked seed-looks
uhhh,- as a flght of stairs falls, then cruks cram hands down de bodies
la la,- linguid liver sucks porters as blinded body burners bang heads into wine; & old gas
stellla-skates under bruised babes & grass...

callowed crow-cooks star for laden dying beaches & we will read at the beeches
& we will entertain dead mice...

80.

Life that plods from home appears aglow with rain And a giddy life cries for slumbering heat and hired war….
As a tall mean sea topples, then burials under pain Guides glitter outside
Sweet gables and soft writhe Law.
O a baby’s liquid age summons
Thunderheads. O these threatened furled city forests fling guns where An ignorant flamed father
Encases slain scissors with suns and mothered air And the star-lit heavy seas
Hurl spheres from old lovers.
A movement, a skirl, slips a washed river as prayer Topples into sound.

As we teeter at a mine-head, then we realise coked air O, as a miner in a soft bed
Whimpers, then a town of inside drifted pitted lead Lams coaled lichen.
A space where Pan met a digger’s meat, then music Enlivened bairns with fallowed debs
And, sundering by, a crib of dark shafts hears
Coded miner-men melting after
An idolised pit-quiver..

Odes to old galleries dig the North as fuelled sisters Travel Down down down
Underground, where elves unravel
Into faced blood.

And these are the sad lands where we made our urban fortune And here, as a bad lad dams air
Then an urban sea of flares Cuts scissors from cartoons. The roaches of the spared
Clad ants inside blithe Lasered sun, And a sliding father to red lies Tells a tom-tale-tit for libelling nude slandering
Farmed broad-browed dives.
Bound in vine-leaved loveliness Sun-clad children chastise cunts with cloaks and grime
And a green cat creates
Canine kittens.

As yelling loud leas rip sin-clad children, then insane fakes Swell up for Gaughan and Vincent
And, today, where a tearing bird cuts giddy winged lakes Then a blithe bodice of sex-wars
Widen blonde beer, and, o, Undersided by yo-yo, a bladed bomb of brakes
Hits bonnets as radiators Glance vans from fiery hopped scents.
When stone-encased bible bods preach a lone Thespian of bird Then massive moulinex mouths blended nerves
With bodices and farthing-foams.
Bibbers found within gaped ginners guzzle old
Slapped cars and blue feathers.

As we peer from gentle eyes, we will come to know The slamming wife of lies; And the copious career
of minds will come to blow Five mongoloid massed bird-blinds
O, As we peep out of idiot waters, then we will show Five winds and one billion brogues
And bodying beer-hammered winey ditty crows
Must time-bomb fats and loaves
O, A hotel and a mean lover appear to sun-craze us And the bolted braves of combed cunt-rust cuts
Tar-jaunted jostlers of bridges
And then endless vermilion ramped sluts
Of all heavenly dumb dropped infant scarred
Salty sealed muck…

Just as when the son of Puck juiced up Then books of dung prove cocks under caps
Demonstrate that sex is a load of crap?

Dead dives we utilised when ashen ravines Leant on self and died
Have now vanished into machines, and a son of spies Verges deeply down to star-flaunted latrines
Where gulping wax-rides mount pinched pockets
With bums.

This intimate side of roots cuts samphire from Loaned lifeless pity-puns And blithe grimed gaoled
galoshes suffer stunned Bad bones and strummed gum..
A sudden smoothed reel of radium will herdn Golden grapes and groped
Wood-riven starlings, and here and now, words
Stop, just like an overladen dream.

*
When once we offered up nine fingers, then We wantonly suffered blind touch
as a meddled opened lovers blow crowed fuck
then
witnesses to ashtrays smoke cartel sea-struck
imploded musk.
For better and enhearsed, we dolly after draggling Dog messes and city lusts
And the ivories of oaken dollies must insist
That nylon kneaded breaded lisps
Lick a yeasty tongue from card bully-bits.

When first we offered us a car of creative writs Then a mad yet mild clitoris
Supped saline debts where sugary scattered men
Staunched swaggered bleeding

And the blue holidays of a keen wild harness
Cuts golfs from guilty chidden
Green gardy gilled gashed carved cat-piss.

Oh

81.

Mean sand matrixes of girls and sunflowers Move inside blued stone And sandy hissed closed worlds
Suck a lonely bitten bird from caged lost pearls O
As the wives of one billion cars career after Blood-concertinas, then a hoard of fathers
Must jack malt rain as Bad buddies study how to purely murder

Jointed limbed labia…

Before us, bladdering rocky popsongs Run ragged within sweet spies and lost guns And vapid sprung sin
Teems a towed towel underneath us, and Loaded drums hang huge floats where
Christ and judas listen to the air.

And I may well still hear a confined space where You and I fell down love’s stair And I might well have to fear
World-warming wives who hiss inside god’s ear. Too much mad life has been lived under Venomous city gossamer
All too many Christs have seen spun thunder
Spin, and

Old crabbed books of romantic spoiled Disingenuous spirit, and ghosts inside crammed Gaoled cells
Lend fast tears to female land.

And, o, the prized prisoner of sin unloads us And, ah, the lithe issuer of old skin sees dust
Drooling down the day.

Amen?

Hundreds of empty tears miraculously measure Pied piggies And, under a telepathic veil, as don of pleasure
Fills a good mind with schizophrenic bodies..A witch’s brew melodiously jives for rivers
And, o, when once a reed of fire hears mirrors Then shaven sodded summers
Fill a good head with Numbers.

As naked noiselessness wanes into fluids, then Pushed diamond pussies Are pulled from formless city cod and women
Rope peace with budded flash buddies?

Tata says the remedy whilst a keen family Huddles within cherry hairs and evil paedophiles.

Hymens may well blow down where a town of graves Dance for pluggy ranked naves And, o, as Alonso de
Saville dreams for old lays Then Oscar the Wild widens away from Dobby dollar guns.

Zillions of eyes eat into a fixing vale of days And, ah, when one thousand Italian dog-graves Gravel after the
Mudarra of mad men shoot gums Then wooded heels will Sodomise Ma Mary’s cured crossed god-gill.

Is it perhaps the sudden moistening of eyes That leads us to veins and babies?

And Spanish women swing-Dancing while swaying, smoky smooched Men and sin Rock like a hanged gun.
Billions of eyes drag dope from brigs And, o, where Italian children Delve God, then Rock raises
cobs and silly seasons.

Whatever the songs of the dead, We will cut easy lays from sea-heads; And, sundering by,
Hooked nucleii jam sky.

Shouted from a cock, a terrible treed timeless clock Spines aside timed graves O a silent listlessness
transforms sounds into flashes; And, laden with lays, a bogging bed of eye-flashes
Fill form with cow-caged lost rock.
Liquid hands tap on an amputated roof. Old days Dream of languid fear. Cold naves burn beer
And the noose of Love enters voles into blue tears.

The kiss of sexy magic enhearses whored hashes And the De Mudarra of a chapped church
Tramples deaths into soul. O, a beard of hurt Prays for meat
And eyelids sunder sleep.

82.

When once hissing magics cast conjuring gloom A hat in a dove Delves dogged clothed assisted magicked doom
And, o, we spiral down where a town of God Cuts illusive death..
Under the wrenched silence of a tamed Love A daubed sea cuts rods from tricked Loves
And, ah, a Vecchio of fastness sees blue drugs Drawing dirt from leprous depths.
Liquid thumbs sink faces deep down death’s Dolly side And the Son of Pan sirens after dragging lies ..
A license of ridges raps on cunt as old wives
Stopper sex and knowing.

As a sex-farmed sea of arable oracles Lend salt-charms to rocking tables Then a laden star of arms
shoots closed gables
O, Billions of eyes melodiously burn for Cats and sin, and loud seas of war Cut a shouldered lung
And a hyper-heel hears old claws

Crying for father…

And we may hear, nay, leer Deeply down in a fast blue tear And we may fear, nay, disappear
….
Here now is a buffeting word! ‘O, dead ploughman, bake me a lunch of birds!’
And I ask nothing of you And lies say nothing for you; but, when we trod the Thames
Into a lusted sea of sobs, then a sprinkled dig of death
Spun us around, around
Lo..

Let us be as an urban pig wants us- Forever opening the door when we catch lies
Fanning cemented grave-burns And, sphincter-sealed, flume up, up
From pickled pub sluts
..
Here is a buffeting word! ‘O, dunned ploughman, feed me cheese when
City emetics bleed for lost women!”’

As mindless crania cull jammy jolting hearts in heaven, Masses, pad-written, invite
whores to havens And, under a shrill hand, a heart will offer An assuage of corks on water.

There is such pale vision in our sorrow- a laden father Suffers a careless lover, and scorned feathers
Release dazzling darkness when the tenderness of a word Weeps for freezing self-malefaction,
such as cities Swinged around belled bastard lust, and To free our nerves from prison, Man
Will teeter under careless fire as farmed fanned flame Contends hired hills with blown bloods and bitters
…
How sad that friendships die for lack of fever- It takes just one phone to recall
Hoaxed minds and mother.

And I shall have the sea of mental evening when Nothing but women may arise, and, lo, I must end
Male manacled minds as fear inside a frightened bookend Darkens my earth with dunged dragged lunar sirens
And a blocked bath of shred birth Drains coffee from teased tea-surf.

These urban city walls glow like a pair of scissors,
Proudly lobs the voiced hirelings of suburban mirrors.

Ah, I shall grab a sea of schizophrenic tea-things when A unity of strong death gives even bed
to headless hens NO! not until the fierce moment when blue dens
Hear a hot mill of tears Will we be combed when mounted. “La! Come and be coded by extracts
of vaginal shears Uh! Let easiness constrict you where
Skies fall from blonde bridal beards!”

As we are assured of city renegades then we sear Love’s whored wet ditty whose swung sung
sea sphere Drops on drowned fear.

 

 

83.

And, as a blurred sun spoke, The times we had whilst burning smoke Informed on me that you were dead?
And, after the guns awoke, you were Apparently, mine,And here come memories of hours before
Dead keen faith rode outdoors, and, uh, as our conjecture
Enfolded me in moot distaste Then the palace of our supermarket town
Inhaled empty cigarette smoke.

O, I will smile at a city quarter-hour- As I wave goodbye, will you Remind me of the way I lost you?

While peering in a dark shop-window
I see the face of a killer.

Keen caged civilisations carry crucifixes where green quiet Rocks a silver fire for monsters and sin
But love’s voice seems febrile: underneath wired riots, Sterile lunacy
Hears the stars made swollen. The bright medals of my birth tremble as touch
Tears a smoothed pebble from Tossing tawny tears And, outside my all-too-vacant middle years,
I learn just how we waved farewell at a family ward
…
We are seen to slip white fear when Cigarette slicks tar up Puffy pungent sea sluts.

Inside the night’s ebb, I closedown for evening O see what life is – Do you remember just what old loving
Moved us to blind tears
Because you sit, both of your hands under fears,Will you trust our earth; As it was when we were sun
born, please Let my eyes fail you?

Silence roosts for coked rooks - a violent shape of moonlight crashes for Wooded sins
And we were shaped from a so, so mind Ah

The only loaned loner in our sex city joins up
With tall rain and the keen sound of crying.

I rolled one last cigarette – As the blenched boards I sat on burned, A mental puff of smoked death
Swung from the curling fumes of burnt tears.
Yet our sane wood was an ex-smoker And the cut trees we used to name saw
Cigars crash And, as if in someone’s ashen lap, When I wrote us a killed rizla, then crap
Fell upon our cunt-cured cigarette back
…
O, we may well entertain a mirror O, we will always drown love’s river And, lipped by midnight, sexed owls
Coo then shiver.

As I wrote your nude name on a red word Your name became As old as the streets we died on - o
As a gentle fast wind became cold as birds, Then a little side of a trapped mind moon
Cast a meadow across love’s ceiling.
If anybody at all saw a thinned odd woman Under leather, eyes crying out for children,
Wanking under drones where sad souls seize Shouting I LOVED YOU
Thank-you here and now for a fucked scene.

Your mean name adorned my mind- A vast curled beach bound birds to blinds
And our dark sex blinds Hide curtains under sadness.

The interweaving sun of love sends a late evening walk Back home- just like blue God, we suffer for small talk.
The nude naked seized city trees Are clothed in nothing but mental dungarees, and, o
An arching blind baby scatters cradles upon mauve leaves.

Life may well suffer from Christ’s void. From far below, we hear invisible bumped prayed toys
Wedding vales to a bell of bled sex ploys And a boy with a girl, both content and lost,
Choose to inhabit the real forced play of our simple
Incorruptible red-hot business.

Here, jumped by the jails of life, we scurry under soft weather. Wrinkling then weeping, keen breath
is sundering Tumbling fathers and casuistries. O daring dogs linger when
Hesitant loving hums within bled bones and Where once a mental feather
Feels for sex-plumes, then wide orchids will snare Sweetening girl-orchards
And, ah, as we murmur inside nude air Then lady inglenooks feed cakes to handwashed
Sea tears.

84.

O what made men build sex first? Before true houses burned, what dizzy hearse Delved death’s
drains? Surely a keen urban sea shell or else a mind?
As macadam claims love’s country, then hurt Considers consistency; and a bead of land
Handles the moon-dressed tentacles of pert Sun-caressing divots of sky and swine.
As true roads are keen and pluperfect, then Our stricken easy dead Stifle words with cut beards and old bed.

Darken the earth with us and birth, Both pollute and nurture love’s purse - We suffer and bear dreams to force
and pinnacles shape our future?

These city walls apply sex pressure when Music and movement cuddle carried wind Inside green
renegades. As necessity Sends sex expediency to bricked in cemeteries Then hillsides of broken beer glass
Shackles earth in eternal drubbing of dun traffic- Nothing plays a true part in our faked heart;
Every single day, loud nude noise grows stronger.
I must give in to all screwed daily tasks?

Pay for men and study how to cry For a suite of girls and lies. Buy some shoes and gay ties,
Add a puff and don platinum eyes.
Cum and get shaved by Powdered city lotions, and hear tides Burning where a swerved stile rides
Knowing only The seas of god’s balcony
.
As prison walls glow and glow, then Until the movement which chains men To milky abandon.

While yearning all afternoon after Closed walls and day’s cold fall, The broken pieces of a bled mad moll
Tears away from us Cock-eyed daisies and simple salad lust.

Look then, at the way in which blue dust Hires pigeons to broken ashes - Observe the midnight masses
Dreaming oh!

Are we disassembled or are we
Lost in axed trees?

The jacked city earth is swept deep down Upon cooked spoiled suburbs- We take a look at bird-rocked
town as when Hot buds were poorly hanged. A hospice has a grey cartel for its lover
Held out awhile but then Crying with pain at the Centres of Bald-hatted children.

Blue walls wail (and underneath blue grass, We sense sex perfume and Skirmish for mean dated daggering
Eyed masks).

O, god’s face went white – the door wouldn’t shut: the summer light Drove us to the skies of our lives.

Shining penile hearses drive for soft headlights Outside city purses, croft cries crinkle under
Shitting drapes. Thermostats, burned, reflect on arson And city lumber drinks from failed
puddles. Where a doctor’s keen midwife wails down Nude mirrors and monkeys, then
Huge stone trees whistle for perfect drops of a Nylon carpal carpet.

The loneliness of a cloud threatens
Luminous lies. O, I have been with love
But lover has let me down.

O, at the mind of a mental other world We say “Goodnight” to a witch’s spelt wold. Assisted by corn,
a crinkling cast vein snips A jeering motorcycle And, eagerly frosted, we see sex rivals
Smiling out. o, the other side of a lit girl Draws down hired windows.

Two kids on a skate are dressed with a Midnight escalator And, when once we play dead, stairs shut.
A bald beast pokes out its city tongue. We had good feelings But now all love’s fearing has lunged
Under star-ringed bed-boated Urban vespers..
Always refracted now, we turn into
Luminous fanned fields.

From inside prison bars, we learn to drink to Urban jailed charms. A daughter’s clever arms yield
grass as blues Jeer deeply into motored farmed Outreaching rooms: unaware of our souls, we
Dare to entreat a fractured sky And when broken bad lives lie for leaves Then, up from surgical#
lairs, simple salads Search bakes for cakes and burned mallards
..
O, our lives together seem prearranged. From cold dreams We sleep under a perfect fleck of bony diamond lizards
And the keen veiled vows we used to say Die now, and death’s spooned grave
Shouts out aloud that sex is self-contained and buried.

85.

Here, where coded lineaments line hung hot halls, Then crumbling bridges dent us with Sex-retentive bad blown
sea-guns, and, o, as brawls Sunder city shabbiness with milked sex ink, then Shop-headed eyes, gone pale,
Reveal a transgressive smile to straw bales And, inside bullet-spattered walls, a painted vale
Appears to jump from malice and straight in to Galleries of post-mental shit-feinted oils, - and, to
Transfuse back streets with dirty smells, a starred nude Nooses cold sex garments with
Absolving gun-shirted harsh bombs.

Underneath a Chinese eye, we find at very last
The minds of day and mad night.

Now mind , not happening, could shake mad trees. We were convinced of love’s world but
Sex-war gave us drugs and sweet money. Although your keen laughter has died, I must
Never grow gruff when old?

Ah me, now that a sea-wall has jumped Beneath rain and honey I will come to believe in us…

Age has accomplished all of the things Men and women dream to shape But, when we seem interfused,
then confusion’s state Gets wounded, inhearsed, studded and Forgetfulness will travel to the sides of
Drunk salt sand, -

Although still born and conquered,
Lost fathers apprehend gulls and blood.

As for who drinks coffee, chokes then swarms Sinks and lagers must Infuse blood-rich empires with
drowsy warmed Nameless city cuts And this sun with glared at will sunder Neglected lost schools. O,
as a mask of fools Purloins an educated scissor-blaze, then Sin will swagger under baby bends and bagged
Sin-sizzling popped masquerades
.
Well-known by nudes, we utilise bums, and We have Byzantium donning Hitler’s dress. O,
This dogged draggled dive has nothing
….
When once we are laid from cock caves Then Urania must count love’s cloud.

What with soaped bundles for drowsy brains, Hard sea tunnels, made secret under bodies, stain
Gilded god-bridled Byzantium,

But god’s favourite tea holds no body, and A swilled rush of milky leaves Stirs ash into creamy
cocoas: pure bloods slam Old devilled doors upon Red shades of loosening river-lips, and rams

Will rot at a field-gate, and we realise now Just how cold sexy curates curry chucked crowds
Outside a punched pump luminous gull-glammed Body of veins and urchins.

What with Socrates as our lost father, we will Succour self-crowing And, where once rolling
swiped ceilings spill Then opening oat-cases
Cook a crowned claw.

O, we run atoned by the joys of dogs And, behind us, filled eyes shatter lime-lintels
What with a life of blinded fardels, we will Suckle moths of heat and butterfly hills.

Created by the images of the sun’s hot sea of chairs, We who pray will not be needed
As we who play cannot be Known to anybody but ceded
Cigarette lovers.

O, I am just a figure of corn And I leave beside me a torn fragment of a finger-nailed
City of feline febrile Bruised females; and, when once swift dawn
Sups a sweet pot, then
Our own intimate immediacies will
Run, run, run.

When we searched for the moonlight, we found, Under scattered benches, a shroudsail
of fanned sound. O, we found, inside our bodies, a dull sun-swept pool
Where, drowned in sadness, we sprinkled earth around Scopes of intimate silence.

As if the night had forced tired windfalls into violence, Then the fallen fallowed scoops
of our sex license Sanctified blood fulfilment with laziness And what now has been transfigured
into haziness Has somehow crazed our self-drugged stool.
..
86.

The copious course of romancers will arrive Days deep, where urgent cellves strike cold dived
Nylon tresses. And we had to sound life’s water where coke Crams rotted berries within choked
spun sex dope. Undersided by cobwebbed guns, mad mental rope
Rots for a gallowed state.

We who trust the blue earth take tidal trope
Away, away, .

A badly bitten mouth seals silk with string, O, the rich fugues of a dying face Relieves eyes
of disease, insanity, distaste- Too much is formed from rings And yet the masks which don decay
Suffer craftsmen gone mad as wetted day.

Inside shades of sullen truth, we strode Lynched memory where the wives of rogues
Eased slits inside instinctive Bruise-bathed tunnels, and old loaves Scatter crusts across
A drunken matchmaker
..
When once familiar childish sickness Swam late nights, then a bed of sadness
Loads weighted hands with Urania! What should Tend out tardy hearts
Seems first young then piercingly old.

The fall feigned ill. The scented bone Played at being alone. The snuffler in a pear
Laughed a at false prayer. A duality of dives smelled an aroma Of moiled razors.
O, once we are lost to lives, then Homely babies will swim for Spider-gossamer And, under
Siamese, a cat man Wages city war with Flossed city monitors.

A palm-tree in a whiskered can Has a moss-tree for its brand. The rats of rust are foreseen: their eyes
Chain us And, wow, a vessel under dusk Recalls us as we were when lust Sucked on
a mad straw.

Old hands That, once inside a mind, felt the warmth of felled winters Summing death
from leaves. The riders of a summer rhyme will bait flowers with Wiped eyes and gallows.
A madman crawls up an autumn age and We will watch love’s season crying out for dad’s hand

And this dear keen forest is stilled And the illness of the silence appear cold as graves
And the dulling senses of wrecked slowed rivers rage; This age of killers bears storms to nakedness
(watch and hear now
The clouds speak from a crowed stage?)
-
And sex will break?

One billion brides eye eagerness with rivalled vined veils Compel a gizzard under parliamentary
Shroud sails Enter into applauded cracklers. O, where noise Sings for dinted danger men
Then hundreds of tears cry meticulously For liquids minds.
These mad men wane, the star-lit glades Glow silence- A city stunner pervades violent mistresses with
Vast vaults and licensed Blown darkening Spanish cribs. A quick stretched finger daubs mines on drams
And we shelter cold flowers in our two hands.

I used to write, Write about blind life And, once above a mind, I had a former state of versed
Far off poet pines.

This cold, daft, sea of emotion Rides for mystic word-ripples, But I, caught in the side of a dyslexic ocean,
Am haltered by small poem dreams.

The heart in its mouth says
“Give me verse of else raise
Nooses from senseless graves!”
And I oblige now when
Coded versifying rooms stop

Dead.

Ah we poked our young tongues down drains, Attacked by desolate attics, lashed down as card veins
Stormed up an endless beauty. When the light of the drawn and dead unswirls,
Then darkness, slowed, dream of an unquiet world. O, let’s do what we like – life may never hang
The rising happiness inside our cheered dram. O, try to avoid the thankless happy things we embody,
And then, abruptly, let us forget us
Everybody.

When warped by wives, does a burred buddy in a field Appear close to us? What veiled lap is this?
Where is love’s yield Stemmed by birds and dealings? All too happy to ask, I curry flavour with
a sharp sea stalk And wish, under life’s mask, for Cleansed lips and sallied bruised brides of belled wars.

Just now, if only I could seem quiet and draped, I see the visors of faceless fathers feeling
Daubed knives and chained hill-apes
…
The sun has softened into nothing And the dreams of closed nudes must sate
Nothing but our world.

As a great puss pushes after the roving eye Then poor soap babies, whose end seems high,
Tend city glass with grassy Flanked yields. O, I shall say a keen and whored goodbye to
Large lies and infant fields.

All too short now, a lush, green ghost in card shoes Must surely terrify Grated gentle beasts who multiply for
Cleansed sticks of wet war.

As a great cusp collapses, then rolling blue cords
Don raped jeans.

87.

O oysters are female. They lie abed in saline frigged seas Carefully rended, Defenceless and finally,
Upended and seized- Of the gild of shellfish, we will vary from the dead And dive inside a glass when
Sex scallops beat a battery of fucked women.
O cockles and mussels, alive under roe, swim for Cocked wept whelks
And we will one day provide a place for Sweet sea anemones and fully opened world
doors; I have private thoughts about remembered shells,- Held in two hot hands, a clear divide from dead hell
Finds me now and now and now again where Half a keen pint of winkles robs
Days out with cracking sea-sounded ocean-hair
oo.

Occasionally, we play with silence. Love’s hag Acts the daysaway. Out sex dramaturgy yields a fast-fanned stage
And, a long time ago, many acted played lads Tickles a false sea of beards
With a cradle of instinctive mouthing tears And the lonely rounds of rotunda hears fears Thesping it up when
Rheumy green gobbed grease men Shout out aloud after cold gloating hi-lights.

Sometimes, we enact our impossible poetry For stained movement and endless Stagy gesticulators who ride for
Curtained conditioners and washed walls- Underneath languid caverns, opera glasses
Gut cold globed rumblers And the sunderers of our tied trained arses Say Miaow to a full ferried fly-tower
..
Later tonight, if we may call a true world, then strode family Will surely ask for cried tawny stage money

Ah?

When attending london, a stone-filed home of life Lit up. A loaned lone cottage under foam Hammered blue
vines and gave a thumb to life And I, as Shetland bodies breed for bone, then
All fierce hills appear reviled by cruel emotion.
Well, you may well come in, Well, we may well suffer father sin But what others toiled for
Signals for a flown ward where blue-stone Pays rent to utterances And the reason why the yields we gaze upon
Feel for ancestral byways Remains where contentment with guns
Shoots a tallowed moon.

O, our times are soon over: accidental rooms
Dry out, out

Uh. Before sin, mystic music moves under curtains – Florid afternoons under perfumes Glide a sexy dankness inside
Alligators and scythed sea urchins. From behind a glass, a boat of stagnancies
Dulls star-shine with thunderheads, and brides Paralyze sweet salt sweat
With dark dreams of sugary cunt lives. O, as time appears shutdown, then soft wrecks
Move pillows from viscous waters.

Petals peddle insects Women peddle circumspect Antlers And death drags dead daughters.

A hash of horses smittles grassy cold father Where, the last green drake of the corn Silence spidery gossamer porn -

Long ago, when we found cattle, There was a rock kneeled below And just to wait now for
Easy estates will see us vanishing into Blue-blown beats and catty roofs
.
This ship we always appear to sail Moves in time to sunken curtains And, robbed of grime, a shrouded salt sail
Appears paralyzed by bolted bruised feathers. We are nailed to huge hired green gloom;
Life is nailed to the clinkers of gaoled boomed
Hand-releasing tree rain -

The easy sides of headaches causes dreamt grain
And baby is lost in time.

Under a blind heath, a spring of slaughter Worm-raids a midnight sea of sleep. All too much has been known
by laughter And all too much has been led to wheat.

Vixen furies spin birdy webs from doctored Hugging muddied blue beats And, o, I lick stoned boundaries where
A prisoner of bellmen widen Inside green grotted blorted Buds and sirens. Like lost children on a stair, lips drift
With skinning sea-drifts
And lies and lying sex terms suffer lips.

Some day, this house we lie in will Kill all familial urbane city hill.

88.

A strange excited girl has walked Inside a sun-mined sea of aped sworn life, And she has shown us stained relief where
Her words hear a small vale of noise Slithering under dogs and blue buggies.
Some day soon, we will leave kid’s toys
Back, where these inconsequential joys
Jolt bills with paved dirty devious boys. In another mind, perhaps, Our mean murmur will hear death cry Out aloud,
about love’s pain And the cobby webspinners of god’s eye
Dies, just like lord jesus.

Rocky pearls clasp a naped neck And gagged easterly cat crypts Sprawl Deep, deep, deep Down, where
Private sadness suffers air.
O, do excuse these mental pains I own- If love be my guise, I should not walk alone. Through shades of sex and
wine, underneath atoned City hedges, I have married to Drowsy suns and midnights.

I tunnel after swayed shrift smiles when dolled nudes Transgress tabloid tears with Bunny cars and woman’s lib
And, uh, do please excuse these mental pains I kid Because painfulness like mine
Suffers huge flowers: and the ice of time Bends lips against rude lips And the graves of giddy city honey

Sends gods and men to sleep?

O as a hoarded sea girl does not mind The inner abys of her father’s mind, then Chewing swollen nipped lippied noses
Send scattered sapphic boys where Glass roses, jammed in gaol, reign forever.
O, since every spastic city street fell for Bad birds and nested neon swept claws, then
Everybody appears like a world at peace-time- Eternally, soft shot bouncing beauty
Darkens dales with vanned vines And, easily trained, an xmas-fairy kid Sweats for bragged baggy
Lips of forced bodies.

Where once dared birds fail to flit Then we will espy a field of thorns -..

Down, in a choking village,
You and I must suck on salt slips.

Sometimes, when we play silent, a tall man without hairs Will belie to us the reason why A purring raw sea
of curd Fails,.. as we part from curing words, we Appear to care for us, And, regardless who loves us, we will find hipped beads
Tickling a female beard with snored dewy hairs
And, o, we will wound a whip of weed..Sometimes, when we pray for Pilat, then gold greed Will surely plump for well-fed rats-
The kennel beneath a sofa will scatter Scuttered sleeves of muscle And the pockets of a coin-swum angel
Heeds sand-ripples –

Ah, sometimes one hears, third hand,
That god sheared off his ears
And went clean away-
But the truthfulness of god’s grave
Combs candles beneath keeled birthdays.

Sometimes you hear A tawny ear-severing sage peer Deepening, like a muscle; O we will always sound a town’s evened square
and holla at the moon’s tears; and god appears real to me, Or at least, a city sea Fills my poem moon
with special junk and torn need..O, He gave his whole life to holy hens and angels…
and distant dreams lend you sober sins and sometimes, as pleasure dams danglers; then shearing strangers
fall from city sleep
Yeh, swagger against five fists, Bite dark butterflies, and leave artifices of heaven to blind streets
. If god has no ravens
May horse farms see gardens
Dropping
Away….

89.

Worrying left you atoned by silence. Its fist-feinted light no longer lays your Dreamed loving spire;
Your teemed torn voice has variegated liars And surely you cannot
Delve semantical lullabies or swing for Neon funeral pyres.

Now it is in a dais that applied fools war Over ancient ogled giants – Old gifts break through, scattered when
Titians under messy tables List oddities of old leaflets, taut stables And we must look to the air?

We will surely attempt to whimper Softly, softly Lo- selfish brollies transcend whispers
And the knot of a tarry sea dolly Stops all earned traffic dead…
O, since you have come and gone, The beauty you seemed to hold has Followed fanned sex to a sleeve of glass…
Alongside us, in god’s loft lolly chair Stops sin dead as Blithe and bundled cock grass sees
prayer Sundering flowers with jailed fayres
O.

Never and ever, the japed jelled leaves of the stained Shaft us down Atlantic wharves O, never and ever, the stucco
sidled streets of rain Restore blown half-knitted raised bones, and old whores Shaft down, down, where the axes
of the pyramid train Daub drakes with sensory treacle. Ah, what now for the neural thrones of the peopled
Verso foams and telephonic angels? – perhaps, where Eglantine aped apricots will draw a beard from a stair
Or do we dare and do we compare Clairaudient vaginal limpets with thinned ghostly hair?
The tidal prisoner within rivals after focal foetal Lip-clicking stone boundaries- the hirsute Babel
Brooks bairns as infinite combed cradles
Rock just like a smoker’s sun.
Uh?

One above a time, the blessed limey swiftness of the birds Slaps shits on swept wind, And the corners of the binned
brought winged words back, back, and farther back to red-breasted natural curs
O, now I have read love’s palm, then I will smoke hot skin And scatter salty game upon nesting febrile curves.
Our business in a murdered cottage uses a genial Sotted sotto voce
And, as stony sleuth men reign after coasts Then blorting benching body bathers hear coasts Drowning
romancers in blue-brained rat hosts.

And I have read tomorrow’s news, and I have caned caged slowed
Mast-headed Venus
Uh

And hanged time passes. Underneath a peculiar day, a diurnal body-grave Paints oodles of dandelions and dabbed daffs
And, under a sea’s arses, a pinioning pit of plumes and days Weep for sloes and elderberries.
God turned to go, but at the exit, a spinning doorway rammed The spun and never-relieving sun of the world’s
unearthly genius And, slitted by kittens, a huge family pomme weeps for cloths and naked ladies.
Uh, narrowing knocking budded chafing hooped town-drums Sup a father’s green daddy dream bus
.
uh?

One stilled day when a sylvan silken patina of dead men Closed a broken door, then once inside a time,
measurers of men Maddened a natural wood-puzzle of brides and children And, lo, a heated sex-caller lit
a fast gun and women Overflowed within darksome chasms and chicken
Now is the message of the fibrotic hyper lungs I beheld When once, outside a girl, wedded withered
kittens attended a daddy dude crust of green giddy gels And the pistoling parasols of both height and hell
Wring the bells with doom deniers.

This side of a keen welsh moon, Celtic cavatinas will sell
Aryan Goidelic caps to bruised brains and country sea-shells
..
O

90.

Tonight stands crying on a dark cliff. The star-rise of the kissed Seems dying, and, o, as we turn to go, then the adage
of the pissed Peers inside guns and lives, when once a sea of knives wonders after ever-splendid
suburban moon-minds then our eagerness to overhear god’s lies
rises up, up against slewing sausage-paint, and this ensign of tasty saints lams lithe slashed cunt and eaten rivers…
tonight, under a city’s seat, pashed men ride for
a mean daddy dreamed greened gold war..
Made naked, melodious parcels of plumes and puffs Chatter for arousing seizure-slips which kick dusts
And then moggies of a mental moon Shutters unutterable lodes where a belled star swoons
Deep, deep down where a motel boom Dips dolly faces in carmine menstrual eggers. Made sweet and rude,
melodious bustles swish a duff Dilly duffle dog who rides from sleep as cusks Claim cider from rotted apple-cusps
O, as pigged eyes dam blue vision, then marks Suck endless eddies from drippings. Hard parks
see into nightly sex pillages.

Tonight stands under strange seals as ridders Ramble for a neon father, and, o, as blue bridlers Ride a coffin-horse,
then Midnight stands under veined teals when a coda of liars Sings the last lines of green gems and women.
O, our easy business seems endless but lifted life lends Swift beads to lasered loped workaholics
.
The demon drafters of both day and night spend Diamante pirates with swung dead boats, and cold men
Commands bleaching bool blades. Unless we appear self-alarmed, unless a bed of tears parades
after dippy salt silence then the fawned thieves of one zillion male pore-plays, will lash a languid tongue to slurred ants
and blue bastardising baby boos blunt a bog of Unutterable daddy sex cant
. La-la..

O how now have I read the loud depth of god’s blind genius. Oh how now have I shed Biblical sleaze when a
testament of cat-kids rest Gunny goosed Escariots where a Jesus harness Serves fish soups to old pigs and pugged
fig-faces, and death Rocks a bald gibbon where a blown bitter bee-bulb treads A rock-expresser of puled salt wine
And the magical bel of times wrings napes and thefts And, lo, as regental boo-bens hear city lames
Locking lousy lanes, snared neon palping debs Drop cunt inside a penile pooler’s plebs.
As a gemmed gorger of ghoul-god grips to sea-bread Then Jesu under hanged roods
Stops and end.

O where once endless spun ingles rammed a glimpse of Neon knifers, then a sun-ending sex-rekindling rose of loss
Harries hissers with bobby brocks and brine-burned blued Nude naked candle brut. The hams of seed
Cram a cloned tongue where blind uvulas of horse mead Link intefusers with towns and criers.
Odes to Indian England hems gods into henna ghosts, and Leda Rides her swanny star where routed riders of the moon
Drags dippy drawls from bitter bums and swooned Deli drapes and mussels.
The wired jaw of judas Christ digs arsenics into tunnels And, lo, as we ride from endless peds and cradles
Then candled crosser ken Crabs a fallower for daddy green gems and dauphins
And I saw canny cabinets when eaten star-stems
Feed male masks to god and his masted Venus.

The paramour of a curtained grave hisses after Salt-thrown breasts and fathers; O our business seems complete,
and, loped, partners thunder-fuse natural dimmers with lamp-litters. As we turn and go, an inexorable mien of killers
Claims doping dodgy dowers And the elbows of dolt-flowers jeer where rivers
Compress life’s bower within Dosed drays and bonny bone bins
La,- we have come to realise that our lost issues Contend a natural murder, We have come to magnetise our crushed
values; and, oh, when we come to pass a green giver Then thamesward city fathers
Will cut cold engines from statues. The tethering tawny teething rings of purdah
Bomb fuelled crypts and die.

91.

O surely on dun day I will find coastal killers, and, o, surely, under love’s hill, we will hear lambs
Racing against a country clock. Words are worn on winnowed fingers: vinegar hock Will ram a fairy thumb
when a jack of rot Strums a sugar vine, and the sodded star-slock Fills for vialed vases
.
As the illegal farms of women slot Coins into loss Then a sun in a fazed cross crucifies the lot of
Brawled lamps and faces; Ah- this side of a bulled stall, gods Dream of a level world
And the teethers of tippling devil birds Cut a daddy doll from bled bolls
oo.

All dreamt days are negated- I have seen the blind bellstar of the rivers raise Impossible sea braids
And then a sudden touch of winter lather Worm-burrows under tubed mad grief. Too much of our
life has been lived, too many odd hours have been Vaunted with gossamer dreams
And the tunnels of our drooling year
Implode.

You were lost and scented drams toasted Los and families. The breasted buttocks of buttery bodies
Slashed swung song-birds with Ecstatic talons, and the mean blow of the town Tracks graffiti with fallowed
vandal-pounds. You were utterably mine, - the concrete crowds Were glass-mauled within
Anonymous buildings, and a weeper in a cloud Observe adulous children crapping.
I have seen you struggle with your world,
I have glassed you

O
A mental mind-vision hair-covers old fulfilment.
...
And I dare not entreat the grave. Life is not near. Dug from dying, though, I reach out for true fear,
And I dare not complete death. While out of sexy rain, the rippers of my mind
Dream of rotted cunt-rain And I dare not compete with death. And men in manses collect flavoured flowers.
Dragged, a dilly green fruit-pet sunders And I dare not complete feathers daubed mind folks find faceless soda
Drinking gas.

I dare not travel too far. In my mental eye, I always Lay sex-waste to dogs and graves O Out of fierce
hearing, I will appear to see day Lamping a sea-face inside soft glades
O. What with this mortal fire-grate yearning Breaks glad beads, then sex seems burning
O. Bright boozy blood shows us The best way to blind love’s husk And ghost-gibs haunt swarmed pain.

Tonight, of all nights, life’s wife sold her favourite fruit. O, I dashed a plum-stone at a soup-flask
And the pleasure-whirring bowel of glass where roots Raped a lady liquorice with bulbs and glass
Brightens a glass-bowl where rotted dates succour Blood-blinded gobstoppers.
Underwatered, a green daddy bus dyes a dry house With giddy mean vaginal clit-cried
Sizzling salt peaches. Tonight, of all nights, light’s Christ will snap fruit. Ah, eyes lap locks from faeces as a shop of brute
Bathes a baby in an adult bath-. The hair-greased bared hairbands of the past Test for an oiled latrine
And, uh, I have overseen such sadnesses of breeding
And I have undertoned such roman rotted steam
O,- the lazy leader of Mount Zion hears rafts Sailing off into A magneto’s engine-ooze
And the labellers of the colour true Storms dying murdering mind-maidens Slacken for the fire.

For it must always seem that the fruit-bowl we made Curries after ashen waxed blades O as wicked apples sully
pears with graves Then picking pear-pluff will mac a lay with Teeming toasts and rammed rose-figs.
And I dare not muffle god’s kids, and I won’t kid Good God because
I miss the idylls of a time when jesus died for pigs
O, the damsels of a plastic soul close Whipped eyes and dummy factories, La, We enter into sand
We swagger for summer, and a winter in a car Writhes from driven Mars
And, uh, as a candle under pepper sneezes after Dames and dollies
Then pruned bud-soap must see Father
Praying for top-of-the-pops…

Underneath a chiselled ledge, I saw the riding dead digging bolted graves, o, when once bad bodies yawned, then
dazzling moping lays sucked peach-stones with fluted mouthers and opening sex trades whip tipplers when
Versos vamp veering nodes. While snorting lackadaisical oil, a vixen under lodes Lipper a lemon foil for
strawed thunder-troves And then backers of a walnut-pickled life, Ignites pushed prams with spoils and Christs.
And do not visit love’s grave. She is not there. She did not die for braves
And she dare not die for another.

Inside a cherried fog, we hear belled trees mowing sylvan soda from gins and glebes And you and your
scalded lips cry out aloud And then misled cats of cranny war leach to a fountainhead
and the felinity of the warred turns, Prison plots and thunderheads. O I will heal youths with pyres
O I shall sear kids with lies And then, once rapped in a cave, we will ride
far back home when our distant dilly daring love expends.
Dark dogs move as a night ship dies.

92.

Inside a crisscrossed chapel and a church, I oversaw Pornographic saviours attempting to save Wide eyed
witnesses to a sea of seesaws And, o, I do not dare to visit god’s guilty grave?
And, forever snapped by air, a countess in a saw Slices giddy cock-clawed Bled brigs and guilty
heaven’s Buggered butter-beads whose assaulted gardens Give crow-talons to gems and junkies.
Outside a sex-cropped church and apple, I overheard Pornosapphic sailors exempting loins and
ashes And the giggler in a glam grippled after Laughed cages and funereal fume.
There is, inside a mind, a mental crock which reads Idiot ingle books?
O my father’s mouth is Stopped dead. O my mother’s mouth is Sent to bed. A baby on the rise is
Stoppered And spun wards rid Eyes and bodies. Such flowers which Wither inside
Will see lips Burning. O. In a bed of curves, We sunder City tundra….
As coiled grief Stabs Ponied cabs Then blue rubies Ride from Neon fishing, and Dyed daubed drams
Toast Trees and lovers.
Uh?!

Inner dreaming dresses dust in naked dirt, Walnut faces wrinkle noses And then the vine-cut faces of the curt
Gnarl a hot bed with chained roses O, Old stone encaged in van-vaulted hymns Straps a silent lord within
Out-of-perspective failures who swing for Veined bruised women.
A small, green pug plops on pits as fishy war Brings beery harvests back home And, loaned, a cherry
choker cracks, and bone Feeds a canine mind-mine
Underneath ripened sunsets, a starry sea of Zion, Drowns.
For we must clad old colourful kids in tarry macadams And then the tearing of kids Wrestles blue oil
from foxy fizzy green madams And the powders of one billion suns
Suck-gnarled windwells
O- For we must clad cold killers inside a tarred sea-havens And we will rot for keen rivers
And the skull-known voices of a dumb garden Encases men and fevers in cold shives and harsh fathers
O- When once a scrunching sea-city drinks its waves Then bended sea-bodies Must walk all tides where birds
and spies Stride oceanic sea-babies… A car-jaunted yellowed lip snaps a cat and Dogs writhe.

These vegetable veins I have dreamed must whip Gentle hands and heels O these terrible reels of salt film
must see ships Sailing out where old wheels Rock for concertinas And a clammy fist of time vaunts after
Wrinkled wrestling masters, and grey fathers Divorce love’s hapless truth, And then keeled cuts of faith
wrest spoils from couth Criers, and the daring dolly of drubbers Sex-clads coiled spools where rammed lovers
Encase sickled sunsets within dobbed dugs and I espy a nightly bird car-cramming caverns under
Fast city tundra. Hashed by hot hotels, we warden for weevilled healers
And the closed toads of a sea-town Drags fairy thumbs from dogs and moon-life
And here we walk a weary line as hell-lit sister life Dies for money.

Gone now to the ugliness of a fleshy flyover, I hear the sudden noise of a pissed hangover Staggering for a blue
shit And, o, as curtains fail, then a natural killer Must surely slice eyes from bruised lips?
A sudden sallied acceptance of night and day Plays litter-ridden where the mouth-bound grave
Points ferrules at imbecilic tree-towels And the killing body of a false mind disembowels Hot spaces
where closed faces Shit in the wind
O. Twenty-two fingers vault against a vended rape, And one billion heaped guitars Serenade god as banging
angel-cars
Crashdown.

As an angel’s car, named Abaddon, rode from light Then a bad sea-star fell from midnights, And the ashen
roses of a sea of Adam Stuck Aaron deep down where a shitted car of Christs
Taunted roads with bodies.
O. Where the fingers of sex vinegars leach to life Then thunderheads may well Disembody bolls from washed
miraculous laddies And we will ladder all sense? O. Musk-strewn, we musify the operatic poor when Nude
motorways silence neon bitter women And naked fellows of felonic foals Skate for optics as wind-swells roll
Darkness into rain; O. This side of a world is being painted with Loudmouthed baby-varnish
And the roads of lady-cabbage cut all kids.
.

93.

When made grim and unimportant, a ugly city-Downs Sprays slayed paint where bombed sounds
Howl inside sprawling trees; and as wasted towns Taunts blinded teachers and the suns of fathers vamp cunts
owls use a hooting denin urban clown,- O.once interwoven with billers, a branched baby-bidder
Sits and gleams for Old ides and ivory whores, and, lo, as dreamed dawgs Undress dogs and fever then
Casted kibbles create cunt-hens from cold women
O. When once we are fist-felled, then grey children Must climb city wards. We will shed some alligator
tears. As cars career Inside the dead, then We will drink some crocodile beers; and a bill of men
Must rot for Simeon And the gullies of the gobbed and reasoned
Hear youth call to age O. The slappy sovereign in a cage must Wrap wounds inside sweet age
And then cabinets of the lied will fib for rage, and We will share some sweetened bitter lust
And button birds in blue turtle dreams. For whom do we sleep? Ourselves? Or is it more
That rest suffers a dreamed self which cannot arise? Chidden men of Xmas wrap gifts for god’s bride
And the malting eggs of sap sample Easter’s Sweet swilled shell-snaps. And we will share some
alligator beers. As cars revere Outside death, then we will gun-sear Drabbling fishy fear from vine-tilted wine-wilted
Poked pierced cock…

The wives of guzzled wort widen when Turds under cables cradle shits and pissed women And the covers
of a private heron Hardens, and blown bodied beaver-boys season Pushers in Haven.
As we retreat, just like the sea, our town of gardens Digs for blossoming claws And the bagger of bauds
bed-binds ravens And a closed lime-lady Locks a maggot finger underneath moors Oh.
Soon surely to be rid of pap-girls, urban reasons must Spiral from a pithed chapped word where
Soft red mouths moisten men and gay prayer And, pounced, a parabola of peated poesy has snares
And we must seem scared of evening? Wet wives widen for clamouring dirtied sirens.
Swashed spies soften Beached bombs and coarse guns, and Poseidon Bobs up from treed
shroud-sailed Tautened sea-tigons, and we will harden Swelled pigs in pug gardens. As a bended blathered
bee-boss stings ravens Then muted modelled mead-moss
Pecks crows and peals off a blue cross.

When uninhearsed, I saw a bad kid fearing Deliberate stage-fright; And, when once plays roll, I am crying?
O, laden god has been a lucky boy O, his active lover has danced for joys And the closed dramaturgy of
a big boy Smooches in chiffon light. Uncoached, three dramatic towels touch again The felt lips of an
infant song And choral crypts carry crags unto swung rain And tipping histrionics. Owls under gaffers grit
giddy thespians By altered radio Christ, and, la, cold romantics Shape a Roman dream from
A pantheon of pushing penile cunt-drums And sainted sable-summer strips for honey.

A sudden sliding sun of love sunders Barns and owls, and, o, as a knifer’s keen father Stalls old stone, then
A sudden sliding gun of god sunders Burns and cowls. O this town of feathers Tars bells with trowels
And then green glint of a hover-bus bears towels Damply back home where a dill of fakes fashions
Crows and mother. Keen kenned grapes rinse hands in bread-wine And drunk foetal grinds
Crapulent beer-binds And where once a vogue for wine lines Pockets of lime, then lemon stores
Spread tipsy tubers against thieves and wards And wardened guarder men Dig for obfuscated brolly men, and
washed hens Don vodka-vision..A sodden siren’s snooded summer sucks rocks as lissom
Speaks for whores and powder….Ahhhh?
What the hell are we doing with our mind make-up?

94.

the exegesis of a dragged boy serenades a budded ship; o the gilded fleeces of a bad toy
serenades a bearded cliff & the bins of the bent abide with dirty raisins. & the lidded lippies of the dead
numb all faces & the gridded nippies under laces tie tidal shoes; the exegesis of a dragged boy
serenades a budded dip oh, the sties of seated sheep-dips washes virgins dry
& sense seems touch dry? when once a wall of fans fits cunts under tits then green dragons cut mits
& all bent coasts out-grab..the vases of the vast & killed sink glass inside a driver
o the artists of the past fill hands & tables & the candles of a lit hill brighten under gables
o when once a dog of ages yaps at a nude sun then a cat of screws cages kind murdered loves
& the glebe of gasses covers cunt under glasses.
o.the vases of the vast & trilled bark at a blood gun; & the whips of winter stun dirty sexist water
& the wolds of murder cum inside blue slaughter
o.when once a rat of stages tells love's times then wept river minds lip
all lovers.

the dizzy dolls of war widen all true lip; o, the messy molls of fear supper after clits & the wolves
of London ride dog aside five winds & the dizzzy dolly sirens wed walls to clips.
when once a weir of hands drowns the dead then a cunt under fear rams fairy sons
& we abused fairy thumbs? the dizzy dolls of war widen all blind trips; o the pissy pals of red mits
maul kind summer & the winters of the ripped writhe, writhe, lo.

& a dabblered doctor's cry
kills the sick.

the pinioned purse of the paid parades after liquid graves o the sun-gemmed gear of the laid
parades after liquid slaves & the wines of wheat hear graves grasping gold gum.when once a bodied
hearse raids green apple-ochres then a bod of bakers heals fast angels o where a bed of cockles
sinks lithe flesh within old linen, then the masks of Ram curate
dead sun-Inns.

the wharves under bed sea-swim after necked sold gold; o where once we cry after sin
then liquid fathers famishes cats with fevers...

eyes under eyes suffer rivers.

underneath blue thunder, i suffer coded sex fathers o inside a nuked river, i suffer merlin wrecks
& the whips of sweet deaths sucks a strange sea of deft bully toys..
when once a bed of grass caresses sirens then we will cut curved masks & we will summon
bruised glades from Simeon
o. underneath blue thunder, we suffer after dogs of rain & as eager tashes cry under pain, then grey pain
packs a British clown...
when once a bed of glass carries carrion to dreams, then rain must pummel sex & its raven..

O- a tree of naked roofs topple where bruised grey dudes
cry, cry.-
Uh; oh, the fast fathers of the daddy sun dams sonar light with a blind solar soul- O, when a gun
shoot;'s Love's uterus then the vast villas of a mammm sun will cut death.
& as a beard of birds uses sex then a yard of nude islands lend fishy nets to spy-bombed
river-tree-lands

oh, we may well blink at the rain o, we may well sink under pain & as a starry cosines hires a wood
cab, then road-signs must delve a concertina?

ah, the fast fathers of the dummy sun
hector stained
killer habits.

95.

& we will wind down red violas; o, the spinal soul cracks blown cheeks as rollingneon budded cities
lays green-waste to rhinal pities. where first a fast foot rolls gelled gilt sleep, the soft coals
will dream of bodies... Ah? as we sky-wind funeral bowers then a tor of rapes will surrender dips to capes
& the wells under televisons sunder TV towers with hiissed lockets...
the suns inside the nude moon may well shine no more? the redulent swell of a fast death
strips sexed guns, oh, as a vagrant cell interlocks nabbed deaths then we shall crazy swums sun when
old loves wave goodbye.
O

& these natal words see fly blenched roofs - & grey conifers under tithes send arms to sleep?
the redulant currants under sex snaps a cake with dickybirds & a dancer.
the reined romantics who send dust to sleep must kiss the bled sun - O, where once a scented noose
bee-hangs honeys then a naked monkey must loosen living peace & the wode of peace must
doctor wine with wheat..when once a kind hill falls, then a churched mill will supper after blue ill
& the dogs of Man spill blonded binary bedded
green killers...

& reined romantics who shovel sucking ooze hereby shut a daff when grassy gillers dine against a pig-pen
& roguish pigeon men shoot a doled sky-river...

where once an angel eats up the winged dark then man's anointed Ark must kiss a veined saddled
star-risen blood-becks.

a sunrise at xmas time rips solar snow from easter-trips & o, as a gun of cool gifts use ices to wallop
cherry-lips & a sunrise at xmas time wallows under pine as sorbets sledge-hang
nuts & olives from a sherbet & the lights of cold summers sweats within festive wrapped
ankled yule eyes...

uh as keen mental messages arise from mistletoe then the chilled veins of lovage carries christmas curry
back to a horse-hid grotto...

ahhhh. crows chill mien

the stripped slides of endless love shape radios from naked missions o the nipped tribes of trendless God
snap moon meadows & the drones of rivers become as liquid hands to cold shadows.

& the mites of thunder star-cape blood song & the lights of father sea-drape dilly pilgrim guns.
o when once a pulled pumis straps blind disease then a nape under old sleeves push visions under vanished
flamingo gardens..

as a wizard under dope strokes domed dead feathers then a drain of hunger must die for winter's
hot snipped cuss.

96.

the eyes of liquid life stoop against the town where sweet scoops suck bald vinegar o, the wivesd of a trapping noose
jams sad sea cars & the eyes of liquid life stoop against pulled beads - ahh-.
coded men dream of Aaaron & the brides of tigrons trap a fist inside vaginal lions.
the bedless bonce of a british bird sea-slams spam o the geering jump of a british jam jazzes under woman
& bald promontories hit curves; o, i have oven-booked easy lives & i have eyed a sea of cheeese-wives
& eyes have been poked out ah..
eaten by lighters, we ignite doubt; o, when once a lover sneezes under snouts, then louts
must tease all lies?

dammed by sedans, we see lies lapping a cat's rough hot yeast-tongue.

the marchers of the mad are drugged under wheeled cars ah the hatches of the sad are dragged underneath blue cars
& the rats of girls sea-hag city pearls. Ohh, when once i see a dream washing lard-hands, then cold
will dress my mind & the pugs of time hear cold warping scissor wine...
the marchers of the mad are cramped under devil-stars ah the jacked sold ram of old rock, rock
& we wave goodbye to cards & we send presents home & we watch where times drop a bombed clock...

when once we see a dream washing lard-lions, then cream cums against us...

La.. the clotted career of a hot whore shovels brute under sex o the slotted veneer of a cold store
sells old bombs to deaths & the shelled winters of the killed storm rolled glass & the dolls of summer summon
grey bones & old masks...when once a bod of lions fills us with rotted river mien
then the dawns of hens see dust crashing under bitten bitumen?
& the clotted career of a hot horde shovels roots under wrecks; o the cotted suns of fear cry for
burned oven-specs, & the whored hearse of a slit
squats upon green guns...

when once a bod of Zion fills us
then glad jews will live forever.

bright beds of hail slam swift scans; o, light lofts where sun-spilled ribbands ram sea-flour will bake us
a giddy cake, & the eyes of sea-drakes star-shake sunny river-flowers
o, when once we cut a mask then bled eyes will snap us out; & women writhe when asleep
& the cups of old mutts will reap veins & blue baby?
bright ribs of hail scram under drams wide wicked edams & as wooping wicks light candles
then slain winter wigwams will surely fall like autumns...

& cicada shade shaves soft sands
& our keen world fades.

the reasoners of Israel live above old killed lovers o the scissors of blue endless gods
grasp to mothers & the drugs of Love listen for sampled sea-wards
o, when once a sea of honey wars inside hearts & gourdes, then we gorge our bodied claws
& we wipe our hands; o. the reasoners of Israel live above cold spilled brothers
& the whips of winter bake gloved eyes & ladies & the witnesses to genoa's blood
brags for weeping summer-spores...

where once we pack a gemstone then we will pray for forged painted plummies
& the dugs of dust dream of
gay bones..

La

97.

as we look down at lunar excerement then god must lash love's tail & the ideal towns where squatter scent
cut a bald kiss then rodeos under mitts must dement cemented clowns
o; when once a knife in the moon dents sashed cogs & cashes, then we will supper for a room of
slapping eye-skied mints.
as we look down at lunar excrement, then dogs will lash love's vale; & the bods of Britain harden clenched
romantic roman walled graves & as miners coal-cage sold lays, then we will peer inside wrenched
starry lunar soda & we wioll break us a sofa's eager petted dive?
& i remember my lover's bad tonugue o jazzy jailers swing & the pushers of a bled wing
imprisons cats in veined loss & i remember my lover's bad tongue. when an easy feline father spins us
then blonde dreams must depresss female dust & a son of life has no winged lust
o, keen life gives us gaoled dolled musk & odd sad music prays for jammed jukers
& we hear a fatal ward....

ah where once junk jammed me then i heard a death sex-slay me & as blue gourdes under green seed
suck tie-dyed soft mushrooms...

& i remember my love's bad tongues & dead christs may lay you down
& i will lay us down under families & i will live aside a sea of veins o where once a town sunders rain
then i will lay us down under memories & the lipstruck signals of cemeteries
loosen noosed salt-life... oh, a tree of arrows swathes christ's bandaged holy bandaged string;
& the aped sun of rings sunders noise-eyed deaf Magdalene- Oh,- i espy a cart
& i leave our hearts to Descartes?

laaaaa!!!! veiny vast vultures suck rolled spind wind; ah, the Ides of murder
lead laden babies wheree gold-gyms eat both thick & thin....
A circus in two lands lams the wind, & oval embers swim against gulls & threnodies.. ah-
I realise the native in my skull o i believe in sacred lovers; & cars crusade for my mean bed
& i realise this natron in my skull's hidden brain-pull.

& we will entertain sand dunes in the rain
& we must consume a holy fire.

Ah men?

aside of these sonic walls where i made my dead name there is a sea of liquid pain & the skulls
of easter sun-stain bods & face. O, as a dialler dials bud-lust, then old eyes rend
dizzy blindness - under men drilled skin burns; ah
the embers of the dark dig after city food; & old raisins smoothe canny teemed ilxes-..
the salads on the nice side will feed ducks to a banked hill; o the gazers of the wide
star-gallery after red crab; & the salads of the skies
will rope carts to eyes.

when once a pool of dives dreams of drummers, then a jangled jack of wives raises
all keen red spaces where old incense burns..

ides found inside old ferns
stoppers anger.

the giddy easy wood where i carved my eager prayer has no gone to dust: O, the dizzy
dragon blood of wise boars scatters sermons under Love....
when once a baby moon drags deaths from man-rooms then a bud of God will perish
just like a mind-tune: o, the beds of bastards swoon; & greedy gassed leaves
wash a dead manger.

where once we eat into chamber-clouds then a sink of crows moves beckoning manger-shrouds
& the cells of cods hire spastic cabs
o, where once we eat into one thousand nudes then we will slink where stags sink vines into
teeth...oo, this side of a nice slit, old sleep car-hangs a blurred roadway flag.

o as bright as a kid, we summon carrion covers; o as hot as a pig, we summon
crow-faces; & the oats of lovers cut off, & the boats of fathers
sail under suit-cases: oo, as a bed of casts sun-spaces hot moony eyes, then we must suck
veined bins of dust ... Laaaa
as bright as a body, we summon hirsute boys & the heroes of a diamond
crap under forced toys; & the wines are midnight & the seas of Gods

cry till spooned.

98.

ah where a simple hand sun-shakes idioms of ravens then prayer hunts faces down-
ah where a simple Man sea-shapes jolted star-pavements then a kid at sea will drown, drown
o, i summon cells from sadness when sippling sons of salad-hens break a bone tower with lost men
& the doos of mallards send old pigs to sleep
o where once a bell of blouses beckons bols to shit, then a bed of card will see lips
locking fairies under ruses & we are made blase by Lit
o . we seize the grave?

ah where a simpled hand gun-drapes shooting tree-snapes
then we run too fast back home.

the city covers of one billion men see keen stars rocked down; ah, the dogs of lovers
send books to stella sleep - O,- a clitty smothers all women & cusped lunatical children
dream of burnt sleep...when once a bed of reason
marries mam to lesions, then sand
must shatter cars; & a dog of easter walks de strand, & the cats of winter
mewl outside love's hand; & age scatters zero summer?
the city covers of one billion men seize mean cabs from London
& the weed of crabs smoke mien & the rats of bat-stranglers raise ropes from vermin-mangers..

& when once a cowl of killers
sucks salt scissors
then we will lay love down.

urgent tweezing faces jump & crack old body-fleas; o emerging insect races jam & jack
cold city beads; & when once a bed of decks wraps hands under reeds
then a bob of brass will see crap poking our eyes in the lips of flour-raised cake-wind
& the buds of ovened sin sucks bad bread from slowing
bricked city Inns...o the naps of the naped are slamming kiddy guns under cars
o the tracts of the raped scar dramming city lunch
& i empty my salt empire when we reach for lost junk; & we body bowers as spunk
knots a screaming scar...

urgent tweezing faces jump & crack
neural thrones & natal heart-attack.

o as we cast hot bread down baked days then we enter crusts inside cooked graves
&, laced, summer's lusts liven casts with wormy dust O a baby
bobs up from cradle-lace & the bossed sun's dappled taste slaves
whored vinegar shadow...as a wife of winter opens Ides then Abaddon peers from
a side; & old men rock for Leda & the wasps of fathers crap where men
slash a picking sea-larder?

o a we cast hot bread down stations then men must blaspheme; & the wives of Pan
dissect natrons, & vowelled petrels pee against need's bun-breaking river hearts...

& slashy scissor sisters suck hearts & green metis fathers wed kids to soft rubbers.

when interlocked with moon men, we ride a lunar sky, & the stars of cosmic kids rend
loonies under milky eyes; o, as warmed body cabinets writhe
then stella urinals will interfuse Hector with Andromeda's
pursed sex-spill.

when once centre-locked with grey theives & robotic cut kids then a heath of blood oven-fibs
burnt kitchen ivories & the inflated pickers of ivories lay lamped red with
pianollas & soul-mined
crooned cut kids
.
when once below a time, we span a comc planet, then we excavated spatial comets; Oh

let's wish farewell to space-spun-skin?

 

99.

please make your dolly touch-dry: o, let us listen to the pink sky, & shed olives on Orion-
star-shaped, we wreck abandon & the sun sounds: when once a tilt of rivers rides
against a moon-lipper, then we travel where drippers
dream of eyes. lo, make your dolly touch-dry; o, let us listen to the green sky
& splay mauled kips where death sleeps under keen tears

the depths of a slumber scares
all dreams?

where once a bomb of bone cuts stone, then a bed of cups drinks drones
& a ball of sluts sweats, sweats: o tribes under tithes hear heat
weakening, weakening.. ideal killers carry macadam & ova under berries seizes
mad suns & idiot madam's
girl-gape...

when once a bomb of bone
cuts stoned mutts
then we will smoke chrome

& as a bed of prisms shines against a cool world then a languid liquid sea of minds
rots forever; & the signets of the pleasured spit bottom juices where
neon cities whine.
as a bed of missions grinds keen blood-jaws then a tree of whores winds
keen timed claws & as a bed of prisms shines against a cruel girl
then a languid sea of pearls rots the curled
sun of sin....

ohhh

when a buried bended sun of greed bombs cherries then a flag of men will hear
need burning minds to deaths; o when once a till of honey decks
bulls & sea-specs then a flag of men will harden under stereos in english gardens.

the buried bended stars of greed
hangs Hades
& the bins of sex wallop Ladies

ahhhhhh

once above a time, i heard
red babies dance?

the thorny stars of sex have come to look down at lunar rain; ah the corny cars of sex have
come to look inside a lunar brain; & the beds of death trrample sleep.

when once a head of wheat rampages under gloom then blue thorny cards will heap
patience & snap; o the dolls of endless sea-traps
topple....

& the drags of words suckle stapled lost pages
& we listen to dead birds
hoh-hoh?

the deadening summer of our killed love wears away keen tears o the loosening winter
of old gay fears teeter under noosed Gods & the knights of death who summon
green flags will knot now the sizes of the mad
o

when once a ball of sickness stabs caddied old sex then a mill of sex studies under labs
& a shining sea-sex swims against bawled brides, & the fish of faces will describe
fishermen of mermen
o

the deadening summers of our lies will torture thieves with dog-drives & where once
a neon gun shatters, then a bag inside the sun
teems with witches
o

& shaken slapped sallied egos
drop drugs under waged robed
autumn lather...

ahhh.

 

100.

& the piercing telephone dials for mazy kids, o, the eating cell-phoned bits of dizzy kids
spy sex for Purdahs; & the angels of war sup God's evil porn-grail.
when once a pusher of a skin writes under bellies, then a bud of cancers will spin
cold-calling coined men & a bed of briars bends blue heads as hot hymns
serenade nothing. & the piercing telephonic lips of hazy kids dial Self for bright bibs
& a model motel apes dad-Love
& a mission burns
down, down...

the hearsed horned horses of
keen minds
stop

Uh?

the silence of keen shadows enslaves old eyes & cold tears; o, the violence of a dream will raise
blind fathers- as a sea of graves drops shroudsails, then a fierce driver of the dawn
must shade hands with fists. where once a nest of brides lays dark waste from money
then a bed of deaths will cut kind manic lashes.
& the silence of lean shadows dreams of the dead o when once veined side meadows
wraps gears around heads then a blonde sky will shed

tawny sleeves

the cunts of death bedraggle coasts of sleaze; & the felts of greed star-strangle
chilled rolled moon-mangles; & a naked anvil falls inside
closed ribbons...

I will idolise the scents of
voided prisons.

where all the poison of the endless year hammers daisies to iron Oh the ilex of a body sheds fear
& the liqors of the dead sear cake-mouths; & the chickens of the cloth
cackle down the veined sloths of vaginal exegesis; & the miracuklous killers of
blind Behemoths sea-hang cunts from Loss

the breaded basements of kind liars bend salt tongues with ghosts; & easy mothers swipe ropes
O the candy boys who soak tongues in high countries widen gates with red honeys
& the pigs of rest lam cowd crowds with death's chanting bodies

& i will lay thee down in a
cage of swallows
& inside this swallowed loft
we raise a nest of lost

red vermin?

Lo.

the lidded seasons when our kids went seesaw rends buds & ashes: o, the riven roses of women
scent cured eyed lashes; & the gardens under children lay down a stashed vein..

when once a petrified doll damages angels then blind toys suffer culled signal petals & a patina
of Dettol staples birds to fatal
blenched fables

& the mistress under beds pumps against five tides
& the seamstess of the dead
claps aside empty lives
Oh, where towers of sadness shed sky-dyed seed then barren eagles must cum-tread
boats of death; & a bad bren in a flower will send tall bowers to dead
drammed drones..

the engined kids of dun waves dull inside nooned graves and then sirens of old wives & domes
dilly after car-grime; & the paradigms of a mind clots bines with meshed factories.

woah as a wooded windows widen into grain then mashy messy widows must
die for Heavenl & wild Heaven sucks
old blonde carrion cups.

the paradigms of a dead mind noose mental petrol: o, the married mines under Dettol
drug cold rifles; & the bedless eyeful cicadas of swung petted soap
drops a kindlered bone: o, when once a wood of lions chops ligrons then a bust of iron-eyes
must topple cold sea-guns
o

the paradigms of a dead mind
nooses natal worms
& death heals life's burns.

 

101.    re. dylanmarlaisthomas  altarwise by owl-light...

 

i Erseward and after, in the naveward blaze, The Nineveh of fables flapped its shrunken eye; Eden, wrapped in stammers, scored away its garden, And, from down the hills, the linnet swam the high Four ways of the mare, sat in its golden meadow, With the metronomes appealing and the clifftops bare, Flaring and rainy, where the appled widow, Who is the honey spider, whose mastery is rare, Fellowed her heroes and the driver of the fairies, Whereby the nails of Nero slashed away the hair And, ghasting, galoshed on a ruminative trumpet That, transcending, beheld an angelled fin, Capricorn and Cancer revolving in their antics, Snide-shorn and pullied in the Zodiacal Ind.
ii Crime is time’s saviour, the unit and the unicorn; The womb that pares the bud lies sailored in the tears, Knitted and steepled, where the humours of the lily Ride and rise aside into the spinney of the years; Child of childs and actor to the eyries in the emerald, Adam and Abaddon drive the series in the flower; Fuses flow from mammon,- red macadamed and summoned, Hero and Leander course down the ivory tower. Hair on head and after, funeral or master, Doctor to doctor, the chitters in the hour Fly the banded cricket from mantis man to wicket. Hemlock-hived and hymened, duteous come the owls, With Boudica and Judas hanging from a crocus and Romeo conniving in Hamlet’s cowl.
iii First there was the theorist, rippling with Homer. First came the purdah of thought and ideal. First came the comber of the prayers that murder. First came the bardic world of weals. Now comes the horned and skull-chimed apprentice, whittling the bull-bone as the cherry breaks, Winded world appeasing, and the hornets in their gildings Gashing and abashing into a cape of capes. First came the theorist, rippling with homer. First came the herald of the quietus in the mind. Now comes the stolid and banished ram of reason, And the winter in a sonnet that writes against the time. First was the logic of sacrament and rocket; Now the wolves of summer wreak away the spine.
iv What is the tumour in the shadow storming river; The sidler in a sigh; the son of eagled gender; Whose rough fearing shall the hills surrender To the timbre in the valleys of a wheat-shut eye? (Wraith of phallic age, the astronauts dissemble: Bubbling in their hate, the mortar men blow out). What is the member in a supranatural whimper; What the angel, what the wrangler, what the changing lout? (Wraith of phallic age, the astronauts dissemble: Music loses vision and the coiled stars dry). What mad mammal love is the needle in a candle; Which maternal measure hales the phaser in the sky? (Wraith of phallic age, the astronauts dissemble: Bibling in their wrath, the mortar men throe by).
v Mammary of ashes on a scythe-scorned razor, He who raped his mumma has a zen-skeined thigh: Spurned by molten manna, the wick of whorlds in hammer Anvils at the sun and rakes away the eagle’s pry: Out of crocks of nowhere, from the tides of crow-hair, Mystic thrum the fillies and the aimless damsoned shies: That mallow come the sparrows, marrow must grow fallow And chaffinch with the mimics of a warbling spy: Mary, virgin eyrie, must be scorned in theory That the fields of adam may smelt the semblers down: Hags that bless the lady must be burnt from maybe And the cryptics under ridgewood scorn away the town, Oven-head colliding and the trills of women bridling Banished in the pumpkins of their all-too-zealous crown.
vi Now sing hosanna for the fairies and their lammers,- Let the bauble breeder be sirened down to sound,- Past all riftward fate, set the shearer on the plate And the head beneath the rosebud underground,- Sing! now let the rod of Nineveh vibrate And the hellcats in their sulphur, socketted round, Run the rousting death of Helen anti-cherried; Come set the thrillers free that the metronomic sea Can tarnish; now sear that the ravine may not flower! Doom inside the skull is the slit of timeless murder; For rune and moon aside, god’s heroes run aground; Blown out of skull, god’s caverns come to master; Man and man aligned must fry to spare the town; Doom in the skull is time’s maficient martyr.
vii Crime is the wending demesne in the garden, The weaning whoop and the nature of the trees: Crime runs blindly, crime is certain failure, crime holds the gallows and crime bedims the seas: Bent like the willow, hurdy-gurdy minnows, Plashed in the transept, sweep the sirens round: Crime runs madly, crime unlicks the lady, Crime roams Eden into a hovelled ground: Bent on coming into a world of nothing, Bent and bent again on running evil’s sound, Crime is the traitor, the wrangle and the satyr, The sallow rage and rave of the ebbing lounge That rocks the rotten crucifix demented: Crime is the Herod in the tiers of time unbound.
viii From the high hills to the crescent in the window, From the oracular to the whittled verb of days, Out of a centaur came the horseman’s pedal That rode; out of summer there came a stave! And time lay roofed in nettled groves of metal, High and slandered by, on a kettled rose of graves, Rhythm all-appeasing and the active word of searing Shining down the hilltops and into heaven’s laves. Clockhands spoke to manna, were rented of their stammer And turvied round the handsomes of the haloed law; Nineveh decreasing and the musics in a ceiling Gliding out of sight into a revelled raze of ore; Time dying and water flailing from its daughter And signing on the line for crime and all its yore.
ix Let the graveward tailor lie naveward with his furies: Chapeline and maidened, may the bastard sailor split: Chanticleer is weathered! now let the rotes of pleasure Rake up their seagull gears and angle into pit: Crown of dawns and thorns in the angled spawn, Chanticleer and weather redeem all fulsome hates! Green is the beginning and green is heaven’s ending; Greenly wharve the waters and greenly spoil the lakes! Green is the beginning and green is heaven’s spleening; Greenly wharve the towers and the harvest under fear,- Toward the lap of fate flow the furnaces of Israel And searing come the scars of the all too empty tear,- Crime is neither manna nor toxic turning steeple,- Mannawise, the word is as poisoned as a sphere.
x Now the hymns are written and the law lies fairied. Ten magnetic fingers plant the heroed ground. Heaven lies contrary to the hellfire and its prairies. Rhyme and tide alike hereby entreat the sound. This is the hymen that opens for The Lady. Heralded by trumpets, the jonquilled angels sing! Heaven on earth is what the preacher’s story Rides upon this world of seraphs on the wing! Now the hymns are written and the law lies fairied. Ten magnetic fingers plant the heroed ground. Heaven lies contrary to the hellfire and its prairies. Crime and tide alike hereby revile their hound: And life, as lovely as life itself is lonely, Charms the sacred snake. We snap the town?
xi Crime is state and crime is molten master. Suffered by the seas, the flight of crime is round. Flare after flare, the hymnals in the chimneys Ride the slaughter boatmen into haloed mound. Crime is state and crime is molten master. Suffered by the undead crucibles of fate, Crime and tide alike row madly through the pasture. Flare after flare, the hymnals roll and rake. Crime is state and crime is molten master. Crime steers the orbit that makes the sirens bang. Crime is both a master and a cryptic fastener. Crime and tide alike trip greyly through the sand. Crime after crime, the runes contract their sentries. Crime after crtime, the sentries clasp the hand.
xii The voyage is over, the knaveward blaze distracted. Razed from darksome waters, the ship of time is troved. Snipped from the decks, the wrecks of blood and mortar Wind their rending ways into the hillside’s lobes. The voyage is over, the naveward blaze distracted. Crime after time, despising heroes smile. Snipped at the decks, the wrecks of blood and mortar Wind their rending ways into the hills of bile. Ended and after, opened by crime’s closing, Dowsed and regaled come the jewdrops and the rain: Crime and tide alike float wryly and reposing: Hammer into anvil is the music in the brain. The voyage is over, the naveward blaze distracted. In the shard-suckled hills, the slips of reason flame.

102.

& I am heaven-burned by eaten beads & i am raven-turned by eaten bees O when once lost sky has
fawns for fingers then old bodies willl cash blue notes..
& a sun of winter craps
inside slammed hands. ah a tripping trotting dirt-dream dolls us with pain & a trickling slut cries for cream
then we toy under seas of grain o the students of death stain gulls & gullet & the vines of death entrain
cuckoo vices o a red flickering tongue reams salt lust
Uh, oh a laden lady's largess locks a kiosk in a river- O a red garden's body has deaths & all insiders of a lover
wed books to sexed choked cherry - Oh
when once a sea of slips drops a keen skirt then a bed of red dirt rips
closed wards oh a laden lady's largess
sings for a cinema-sadness

.Uh

these sold days where we made false money must rub a sex-note &, o, as a dawdled prayer prays for sex-rope,
then a ball of honey must fuck a sex-doped dropper..
& a bill of pain pays for fathers as code craps against forced winds o the shriekers of mad heathers close
kind pricks & the sharpening tips where binners car-snare dusty dreamers
willl come to soon?

these sold days where we made false money must grubble after oats & a bluesy bine cries for our body
then we will smell smokes- ah, candy samples putters
& fat chandelabras

ransack god's boats...woah, here & now, a mask of endless family sea-shrouds green swards under clouds
woah, now & tomorrow, a venus on holiday convicts cases of crowds.
& the jungle horse we city-ride has loud cried caves for brides & the jucy void where we sea-slide
five forests under dowds will suck a ducted pelican- Oh-
& here and now, a damask enemy sallows fields with cemented bollock-wasted blonde eyes. Dinted
we see rise an evil mummy.

& as a bag of stone hits lady hammer then mean daddy crosses must empty wide balls under crosses
& we are the sails of father.
& a massive naked mind has a neat granite jaw. lo, as i uncover a naked wynd then i will find a bone on a ward
& when once a spine suffers snappers, then old bird will staple skeins to wine
when once a bed of paper burns like a crown, then pepper must taunt the easy dead
& the bines of bedrest salt-tread tawny ledged illiterate killers.

& a massed naked mind has a hot veined plush paw ohh as i rest then recover, old wars widen where i found
a stoned beach & a wasteground.

Uh Uh ...these eager eaten days where i slaved ghosts of Easter then i rode inside my grave o thee eaten eager
days where i raised holy rivers has named me out as a dead lover & the gun of God that shoots Love
must enter into blind blithe dugs & God & Man has filthy dugs o these eager beaten days where eyes
roved under mad tithes must bully loved Barabus as guys guide fawkesfires to giddy highs
& we dance, dance,
oh...

& the scrap of Rams digs dance & the clap of Rams drags doctorings from grey hands

I espy a killer island.

& there is a rocket in the midday moon & there is a cricket in the sun o as a vast sea-pocket shoots relief
then we suffer a darkness under sleep's disbelieving slumber.
when once a pool of flowers signals bad bled memories of Zion then a rill of grease may star-tingle
after keen moon-gleam & the trodden tears of star-angels rock a dead boat?
& there is a rocker in the midday moon ah, there is rocket in the sun: bruised brains sun-slam early Downs
& mental scars core-create
milky liquid fathers.

& as for a rose girl in a suit may glassy eaters fuck dead sex now o as for a close world, let loot pay for extraordinary
extincting blue animals
& where once a spool of camals carry a dromedary heart-attack..may you & I sit on life's lap
& let god lay us down? & as for a rose pearl, may moudly ash marry sense to bleached
city cuckoo crack!

o, these deft days where macs don a spastic's spoon will sunder wet wounds with clasping scissor-rooms...

& as for a ratted rattled cushion?.

 

103.

indivisible fathers famish a wet wife & a sun of feathers flees after dolled knives & dog-laughter o & a city of thieves washes Christ;
as a bed of nudes hits walls, then insidious riders of robed chicken lay dick-waste to
dogdayed hedons when once a sea of nerves hardens then clammy stored starred ravens
will rock for fled Heaven...
o indivisible lovers famish night & domed heroes drink dust then disappear....
these sad days where i set fire to sin lead my father homeward la these bad days where i star-spin dogdayed birds
serenade the dead with blonde spind doll winds
& the buds of winter shake wards & the cuds of lovers swagger under curd, o, where once a sea of iron serves
cats to camped curves then the blue lines of winter swerve deep down where wreckers ram fairy brothers..

these sad daus where i set fire to sin die, die, die, Uhhh,- & when once a bud of whores suffers droning dog fathers
then a bed of wrists cut up sleep & the sunrisen lovers of loosening tides rides against meat
& love will trumpet meat o when once a bed of vales carries closed caravans then a bud-bitten brain-tit marries
ravens under sands & the wives of autumn seize again wasp-headed scissor slams
o, once above a time when sex-scram wept for dead Man the nodded lead donned grey grams
& an ideal pistol shoots a dunny grave...

& when once a bud of whores suffers droning dog diggers then a bowl of wine may well smother all, all,

Oh: as coded candled canteens cry for waxed foods then the washy forced latrines whip a horse of nudes
& keen carriaged men move hands & tails o when once a pig of iron has coded fingers then a ewe under mirrors grabs
dizzy diamond gas o
as coded candled canteens espy starved blue hills then a wife of evening's mills sticks candy into nude dreams
& a scribe of spind skin softens where fondant limbs

spoil fishy lettuce bottom-hymns...

the doctors of the livid dead lay healing waste to cat-craned baby; o, abed, a slit fish catches blues & we summon sea-screws
as a dragged field's fuse sups shrouds from greenness then gelling tapestruies of nudes
hang bitches from walls Oh, the doctors of the livid dead lay healing waste to rat-stained nunneries; & truths
taste a filthy tangerine & the wools of Eden move
grey gassy gear where roofs pummel poxed closed noosing houses; & the purse of pissing rouses active caves
& a hearse in hissing dowses action's knaves...

Uh.

where easy mutants melt into air then a queasy parent under prayer combs god's infant hair & the wives of the deep
weep for spies; & a tree of sleep sheds bright leaves o when once inside a mind air
brought buds to snare blue logic, then a city's flare flashes under the bodies & master magick men rend
green sick lips & a mast of Venus will send kind crows back home....
I am a dogdayed drifter for bruised tides & colour-war & eyes lam disks
& dives dam clits; Oh, where easy mutants melt into lairs, then a dizzy dolly patient of prayer
drops haired mitches & girl god has a planted face.

yoah, these sugar lords we overload jack a sea of fathers yoah, these sucroes bawds we stove jump a tree of trippers
& the wolf of the dead don clothes & the skulls of old snippers don lady slippers- O, a sad rogue
rolls to sleep & empty palaces paw a sea of wheat
.
yoah, where sweeties swim, then spun sin will rend cats from ashes, & the miens of men melt under spind
dog-wind, & we din for deaths o we cram carrion under pits, & nailed specs see speculum's nips
knocking bluind feathers....
O the wives inside our minds rips salty slips & a bed of beezers brags when
eyes deny sleep's vision.

the eaten inglenooks where we made our name suppers after country nudes o as regals flower, then we dine on flours -
inside a glass station, a plate of bowers salt-scrams a hammy disk of cheese-towers & bowering body-men
loosen waist-weight as a daffy under lubes feed a flowed fork where chilled chews
champ down on a bisk-bait...& the dicing dones of dog meat hear horses under larded bowl-beets; & fear
can-washes sodas beneath lady larders & the pudding pith of wheat's
dogdayed english dinner-wreath...

& eaten ingles under hair comb food-flame & beaten eggy tundra traps ghosts in a cocking dredge; O, pain
floats like a spirit-candle & the Ides of warves wack spoon-spangles
ahhhh.....

when once pulled plum-pushers roast rocky trolls
then aspertine sweetens swillers

"o-Yay?!"

  

104.

these are the ragged men who dream of dead sleepoh, these are the cold women who scream under wheatthese are the flashy features that float from out blood-heatoh, these are the mallard daysoh, these are the smiles in graves

there are some pictures here that widen under laysthere are dud mixtures nearbyand, once cried, a sea of dreary eyes must send gladesto deformers of dead dreamy eerie wives:o, once aside a daddy dale, men saw eyries in skycome chanting a false mantra
these are the gabbard men who dream of dead sleepthese are the scabbard women who cream of heat
uh
*there are moany moronic daddies here whose headless bedcomes revolving like a false killer-bathand, lo, where a manic mindist melts under craft then bedwill sunder drones with maskso there are moany atomic dummies here whose waxed headget shafted aside dolliesand a tweezy sneezer buddy gets led to huge hired brollies
these are moany moronic babbies here whose cradle-tredcomes sinking dudes aside bobbies as a naked heart-headcomes scattering mice across easy leado, a maiden to denuders flosses peasy bread wheneaters under blue darkness forces goofy sheds inside mien
uhthese are the ragged boys whose headed hooded old wifecomes crying after mum’s toys;and a holy curtain crashes across nude joysand a naked urchin easers soap aside dives when decoyscome rendering coasts as cold as families
these are groany demotic days that lead veins to bodiesoh, when faces flail, then a damager of red grain marriesold dead hands to absolved rummagersand a naper of a screw hammers fiction to wallers whenchanters reel painted manyana across lichen
these are our cupboard days where midnight races sendeaten riflers aside bladers of pearsand, once torn, tawny whisperers will capture steersagainst comforters of bunnies and butterflies; O, tearsget washed, and eyers of deflamers dream of spheres
Uh
*these are our mallard days where we lay love’s baby downo, these are our dullard daysand, once speyed, a bad rat on de moon comes using Downsto shelter heads under trayso, these are the mad days where we sink straws under townsla, these are our mallard days
and a hip in a glassroom gets planted in an able limb whendoctors arise from staffroomso-la, riders of guns use bald horses for rooms as groomscome swiping furs from closed dunela la, reapers of birds must send eyes to bedrooms
uh
*oo, a blended bathroom appears cleared of bathsoo, a shended mask-room appears cleanses of baths,and a blinder blue shower comes rendering red craftswith specimens and vaultersand, la la, readers of jams get fed to heart-walkers
these are our mallard daysthese are love’s laden tea-trays that lend teary talkersto buddy broom-handlesla la, friggers, duned, bed angled angels when driverscome sweating skate-optics
oo, a rented bathroom appears cleared of soapoo, scented cunt-room appears seared of soffits;and as easy mind-sockets seem speared from dopethen sandals must render bedposts as dead as rope
uh
*puckerers of iron lasers shoot cuffs from off twixed wristsla la, latherers, Zioned, scoot after lossand the promises of screens cause lips to crisscross tripsla la, candlers, Lioned, scoot after dross where lipsget routed under mental glued fire
these are out mallard days; O, these are naked rosehipsand, la la, a laden lolly lever comes spending lost shipsaside bone where kiddy drink stone; and ogled tits getsundering by: And bloody trinkets use flays for debt
Uh
*larded candy hearts hoop after massive mind-maidsla la, sharded sandy coopscome shining; and a dad at sea uses sails for rootsand, oo, mentalis, maimed, cuts vales from boots
larded candy harts whoop after rapid vapid gravesla la, entertainers to lousy midnights sear knaves withsalters of vinegars and green pigs; and deniers stripacross a strippered piss-stageand a laden varmint, ripped, raise radio from rage
puckerers of iron brothers shoot musk as age blazeso succourers of tigon mummascome swivelling across ligons when catty leadersget shelling hands and knees
lardy cocoa hearts cause everything to work wheneasy despisers get happily killedo, peasy mind-debts will kill the killed as womenappear sliced across venal wynded blue linen
pushers of blorted platforms pee across a smileissuers of aborted minds swarms reeds with smilesand, ahh, a naked nuclear favour must implode dials asheapers of liquid fevers don drag and shine for gas
larded, easy tweeters get twittered upon sex-glasssharded, easy weepers get tittering upon wide mastsand, la la, sweepers under pets getshining where no man whines; and issuers peckpled pelicans and honey
these dead days gets borne upon a crazy rillthese deadening dreams digtalis has uses drillsto deepen dogs with cinemas; and oded millscome shearing pugs from sweet-cock-cardand we wander through love’s head when spoolsget sugary for screws; and screwers feed stoolsto planers of puffers and blithe foreign schools
larded candy hearts hoot for toucans wherelashness, made dark, dines underneath grey hair;and dads leap across gold hairand mums mete loss to sold hair; and grey tearsget swillered around canny kine-hairand dirtying ground gets dammy for fay tears
there is a mad tale told by deafeners abouta bible-brother whose baptised canary routs dustwith idolisers and blue-beaded pink-bearded musk
Uh
*tricklers who urinate down chinos must abuse beds with staffsla la, ripplers who issue crownsmust share a sheared ear with a tea-townla la, rippers under dun sounds must abuse heads with raftsand, oo, we listen to wastegrounds when noosers of ear-pathcome shovelling mashy mons vagina to knitty gals; and soundget clamouring after actioners
larded lazy leopard-hearts get cardial under lyon leotardsand a candy cabler crashesand a randy fabler crashesand, ooo, as teeming teamsters track deaths down, then packerswill hereby surrender dogs to renal dick-ashes
tricklers who urinate down blind jeans must abuse legs with plastsla la, writers on stone-stormget forced to become bird-blind as a daffy diamate finger castsa bled boy from a bone-stormand, larded, a bed in an oven gets shitted aside tie-dyed cornahh, woollen dregs heap meat-pegs up very high.
Oh, a veiler of luncheons uses cowls to cock penile hidesOh, a nailer of unctions uses owls to crop penises; and tribeswill assign bonces to aromatic deaconsOh, a raiser of coffee functions will somehow murder gardensand, once car-crazed, a puller of dramatic walls abuses reason
trippers who swallow slit must render pythons cold as bridesoo, lacers of gallow-trips must render pylons cold as lives,and we grow, just like evil children growand we sacrifice dykes to devil semen where spermal crowsget clad in lost clothes.
and a heaper of leerers does its best king lear where toadscome leading sex to cremated chemical rogues
Uh.
*scarf-burtheoned, a ladeller of leapfrogs turns timed turtle acrossa meddler of devs and cranerso, scarf-sirened, a riddler of dog-gods turn a star-burn acrossa peddler of divs and failuresand a locum to lost lowered faces dig amateur nurses wherea coda of cicada shades drags lagooners for faded eye-hair
scarf-surgeoned, a pisser of poesy must ride aside bruisersah, when a madam of a masted Venus drools, then nooserscome shearing hands from earsand, lessoning, a listening sky-spear drags dangerous Danielwith scuffed knees and scratched years
O, once along a wood-bine, tradlers of tawny tipplers will hita bunny bad brawl with florid emptiers; and cities under lipmust come to deride de woollen sex pond where eager shitcame cuffing saviours with brassic cake-walks;and i will come again into the green Zion of de waterbeadand i shall come once againbeside batterers of cod-rain
La
*Chapel of Love, cathedraline weft of widow;snapping as we snooze, the socket lover wails:Xanadu, no paradise, just masturbation in a window:sleeping under tundra, duvet thunderRails; rails as severed hammers bang in nailed masectomy,bang and bang again, with lover’s bed aMoon away: sleeping under tundra, denuding duvet thunder,Xanadu, no paradise, snores intoDecay.
Halo Heaven? then what for motile angels, what for cherubs, seraphs,what for Victorian War?No, less motile angels than strangeness being strangled;less the child made holy than murderOn the moor. though we are sure, our hearts go out on empty,though we are sure, our heartsRun out of heat. though we are pure, pure as passion’s enemy,denuding duvet thunder, theAngels’ hearts don’t beat…
*and what about teasing tipplers? well, i dare not sufferany obfuscated drink-crieso, as mental moose-soaks dress drowners under eyesthen benders of cat-sleepersdon a devil from a natal reaperand, la la, there is a venal tale to be told about lost tides;
there are busy slakers near who get used for murdero,there are easy impalers near whoget carted across cardigans and nuclear tubes: ah, isaw just last week, a darkener of a drunk womanbeing violently stabbed to deathoh, what now for drugs but fans and gloves; La, sex
savours doomed deniers whose headless heart-wreckappears valley-endeared to vaginal shit-wreckedclipper mindsand a tale gets badly told about damagers of swine
Uh.
*This is the song of Los, the Blakeian Apocalypt, rather, this is shit-dip,the sheep demesne goneBlind: world under world, the weal of sex is Shibbolith: sex is daughterback,the nickle fish inBrine. searching for passion when all is Pornograph:Internet darling, can you tell me yourName? Duvet Thunder?! God knows, the best is lumber:all sex is spinal puncture, isPornosapphic shame.
Sleeping, always sleeping, doing our best to suffer,doing our best to wash before our bodiesFoul: Eliot, Sweeney – coconut will constipate – best to have no children thano wear an urbanCowl. true, pure, sure, how hearts reach out forever;each out across the void to find aWedded light! No, no marriage enters, just madness epicentre:the young reach out forEverything, reach out & touch the knife.
Denuding Duvet Thunder, sleeping insane forever,reapwalking like a terrorist, parading death inLove: no more, just screaming peeples, the pupils under seagulls,scavengers, destroyers, haters;Dementia in the bud.
Coming on hotly, red Woman earns her tampons,coming on redly, womankind is owned by all:Time was the girl of ages wrote love on molten pages;ime was once all love, now the heat of Love must
Fall.
*oodles of vacant mined noodles get flayed under lobbiesoodlers of salted chip-murals get seasoned with rabiesand a fluking puked fly gets swatted byferine female zippers; and a wader in kind uses eyes tosnap an eddied slapper across her murdered cunt-ooze
oodlers of patient spined scruples get whipped under bladesoodlers of sugared slip-candles get entreasoned byferine cannine lips which lead lovers to true joys where drayscome sharpening a vixen with a romantic squirrel’seasy nut-shades
once along a time, a masoner of milkies made way for firesonce along a mine, a digger for easy glades made way forblenchers of cat-schoolsand eyers, ground from stools, will see American sex-warcumming through cool stools
and a peasy clampet naps for lady-livers whence whoresmust dampen her sex-vest before peeing for paid gorseand a damaging heart-nest grips to mass as melted saucecomes sidling unto a vast planet on lost moonOh, a cocoa father will know everything as a fotal horse
rides to country sleep.
*the campfires in demure grassy goosed heavens willrender rape as purely as glassy full-bearded ravensO, as we weave cunny from nasty Nazi heels then gardensmay well come across lungers of evil glaucous and ungentand a piercer under lossmust sink some fanny deepO, campfires found unattended aside of god-wood seemset alight by sealers of cremated flats; and a burner beamsdeeply aside reelers whose funny bones ravel under deans
O, as daisy rumours race for rain then phantastic dreamsappear to Arimethea as eagle-pain preys across beansO, we eat as we choke upon valved bake-bleeded cherryand, invoked with occultist porn, a faceless chewer of berrieswill have to foretell a sex-taleand, once tales are told to the old and frail, citadels in Walesget christened with easy milkO, scotland and ireland and wales rule versification
*Poetry and Science are very much the sameThe dichotomy is the dead Void between?

 

105.

where pariahs of wool unwind a slide of meat then a body of cold mumma links a winter of nudes with Hector & Andromeda.- a crab under feet
washes slipped seashells where coffins under coffees cram cavvies under sleep Ah where pariahs of woold delve wet heat then bouncing babby boned brides
snap coffins from sold spiralled sex-spies & a bobbin of the waves sweeps salt tides days deep, where a dogdayed pulse of lies
cannot find a right life ah as daubers drink from christ's old eyes then one zillion stars scrap suns when lights
ignite teased cunt-missions. where pariahs of woold unwind a slice of peat then we bury fairy thumbs beneath grey missions - this wide word-hilll reaps
heads & scalpers & a roed city jeep jams fished faining hillers & the played pens of a dunned world mirrors red mental periods of blue jams
I espy a salmon-signal I define a closing sex-sentinel.-

woollen weepies rock enemies
& a dunced moll swings?

mashy headless harmless Venus heals a mask against love's wards o the pearls of sadness and neck-napes to sleep as claws salt-mutate sallied sex sacarine; & a sun's daub
dresses bedragglers under sweet laps & sully glucose apes & we live up a cave of cunt-candies; - Oh
when once a mind of reeds rips sugar canes from old galled grits then we will suck swirled rain; & capes crash a dolly gnit
& dogs bark for clips-...a mashy beheaded charmless Venus bags a ball of cocks where love's pinnace hisses across gay ice
& the winds of lice suck vaginal ermine-mice - ahhhhhh. Coastal killers kip for christs as fuck spoils bees with grey flowers & the wild world cups
deserted sexy rain.

ohm, the twisted teasers of the wet & hung lisp inside crude coal ohm, as a nanna under foals feels lunged guns then a vase of china cums nights deep- A cygnet in the sun folds
cooky egg where daddy swims underneath groped sleep. ohm, the eaten riders of the slitted tongue craps inside curved grain
ah, as a dammer under doors feeds lunged city babies, then a spiller under sweets scatters trysts where blonde teased hair cries for urban hair...
i idolise the dolly screen's reeled stare & the buds of filimic midnights leash a lime of peroxide bled light where wedded whippers weave drums under nippered
dinosaur nirtrate...

Oh, a dodgy stage of dust drags creped panny pools & the wrecks of winter hollah after
stagnant fools.

the gearing gabby ghosts of glassy wine toasts dolled minds o as we ride from boats, then city swine dam a stabbed field under leering cabbies, we pay for time
& the trickling dicky clock tramples eyes with weals & a sunny laddy straps suns to
razor-rock...when once we cut eyes then we shop for diamond candles, o where once we shut spies, then lot
will sharpen nudes oh- the jeering gabby ghosts of greased wine toasts a dilly star; & the bloated cars carry vanned vines
adown, when

old piggies pout.

the pinching piddled peal of a flexed bells sea-stabs ivory wives- O. the lynching of old cells sea-grabs cortisone labs & when once an urban weal whips dells
then we will out-grab
old elbows. where a bag of flowers leap scrap, then belled booking shadow shines inside a pulled hem, & the wode of wispy Bethlehem rends
blue cunny meadows. i have seen a shoal of cabs hiring for swept collisions oh, eyes have given lads peering wards, & the moon's red incisions
rock forever...

Uhhh. where pure rolled city pugs piss underneath car-craned waters then a pill of killers drugs dopes with heat's scar-stained doctors
& as we ride to sleep, then we suffer sleep's
easy blonde mission

ohm, a crazy kind cunt sallies dirt as lissom lams a dog with old reason & the blades of kids cut five seasons ah i espy the dead as dogdayed passion
snaps dust...

where pure rolled city pugs shiver beneath stoned balls
then a bud of glass will shatter like meat
/
eh?

 

106.

purple plashy pushed buttons lead salty sweets where lovelorn curtains cry for wind, & the paws of a mind sweat under
red spind sin,- oo, as a bed of empty mashed buttons lead saline star-streets car-ward, then a bed of bone will drive after splayed heaped
whored nets..once inside a mind, a bod of sex wailed like a mirror o once inside a rind, a sod of sex railed just like a mother
& the trickling moon mothers grey greased lovers - Ahhhh..old wives creep as crazy calves
suck stone grass.

whilst wild weepy skies unwind bells & babies then a sweated star-slide will grind gags from rubies ohm, a gear of daddies sunders
cells & cavvies & a star of rabies rides a dog's leashed yapped mind: O, a startler of sirens sharpens us
O a radio hears diamonds & when once a church of sex-dust dapples hymens then a nude mummy has to crush

mindless alarums....

& we will lay deaths down when cuckoos cry for missions, & dives sleep now...

sss
the ragged caged cunny of the girl-world raps against a tunnel , ohm, the crapping bunny of a greased world dons pearling gunnels
& the warders of the moon arise from eyed hillocks where curls crane inside love's head
Ohh, when once a pealing picture pomades pulled city grass then we will swing for droned parades, & a soft blurred masque
smells under grain o a gob of thunder sings for pure pain
..& the ragged caged body of bad rain cries under strange trains & the magazines of the dead raise lost zines where smokers book-braise
bodying book-burners?

eyes under sealed lips lick after lazy looms- O, a room of drips doctors dizzy daughters, & we will lay us down where old clockers
cry, cry

O - we say AMEN then die...

o i am eager to sleep for you Oh, i am seated under dreams; & a nude has sweated nights & i am eager to sleep under rolled far out city drugs
.when once a wind of laughter folds dogdayed sheets under red-murdered fast slumber, then oats fed to death must see peahens
carrying pillowed wrens far West where seagulls pray.
o i am eager to sleep for you Ahh, eyes clasp slept cats, oo, i am eager to sleep for you Ahhh, dives are somnambulised from
dashed dragged divans
..
Ohhhhh weeping wolverines shed raised kinky slipper snakes & the wives of lullers sing lays days deep where drakes
poke all dreamt babies; & graves glister once above a mind when rattlers rat-strangle bruisy podded angels- & men wash a gentleman's chin & hems
drown for darkness..

lo?! there is a nag of laughter up love's sleeve & the stars of love's fever hisses after liquid laps & lady thieves & there is a nag of laughter under eaves
where, handled, a candy sea of weed smokes inside a angel
lo?! there is a nap of murder where dollies cold-curate a body from a bride; & sandals salt-surround eaten sister sounds
& the veins of mad sight blind wastegrounds & the city crowns
closed brollies
o

there is a bag of purdah built from bodies &, stunned, a belled bed of boggies blend leeches into bitumen & the sines of sin suck a seal of women
& the eynes of doggies key caned dust where soul-caged chicken

pluck pawed egg...

Ay a bonce of brass sweats out yonder Ay a cunt of glass swells under grass; & a hat of thunder beds gallows where masques
melt inside five winds..,.

Ah?! the headless hill where i made my game cuts up a shrill mitched sex-yield & the deadening pier where i used pain sucks my pharoah-yield
& the gulls of laughter cup a tit-name & the bulls of winter gut snapped pigs with ginger-fever.
when once an father liar tongues flame then the wives of mother will rot the shrouds outdoors & a rinsing web spins under claws
& a sucky fingered summer's stores slam hands under lakes.

Ah a peg of pissers paw old drakes la, a dig of hissers gnaws jacked napes, & cold crucified Escariot lays dream-waste to Jesu's pig-hat
.
& the headless hill where men crapped inside chopped hands has a van of faces where old ribbands
bolt butted bottoms inside bed-snapped

bad city necks......

the signal tap of liquid hands on stoned deaths
dreams of love's great dolly wiles

 

107.

the dandy in a cavern carries curried eagle-combs oh, when once a body marries shed cinders, then lady sloanes must cry for Adam
& the dells of life snap drones & the wetted dog digger stones all love's sainted animals..
the dandy in a candle carries funeral wax oh, see now the fingers under caps & ride aside blue thunder & tunnelled ermine
washes love's hands in instant brine. when once we taste love's mind then true thought will crap against a wound sea-hill
Ah: the dogdayed deus of the curious dead drapes cuts about flowers oh, the cat-laid cuss of a red bed banishes bells from towers
& the eyes of minds shave
green gardens...

when once a sea of easels grabs poncho paws then a puzzler under scored labs cast a shadow on the hands
o, this dogdayed death of mien loots lazy deacons & a grind of sin snaps mad men & easters under candlemas
rots for Heaven?

where once a sky of weevils hangs eremites then tawny towns are exterminated by urban devils.

once below a time when a sea of apes dragged seas for dates then a pitted tree of lazy drakes lams after torn trees; & old lakes
hiss across love's ice & the guns of God shoot cradled winter heated candle-vice
Oo: when once a boy of silver cruises against five high winds then we will summon burnt nooses & where once a girl in winter
loosens tied throats then lissoms of laughter will

knock outside a mean hill. Ah...

the weeping wines of cot-wax fastens pigs to fires & the creeping mines of sex-rap hastens feuded pyres o when once a kid creeps inside
craned candle-deaths then we learn the summer of wrecking scissor wives
O, when once we learn of ladies then men will yearn for candies: ah, as a budded bed breaks, then minded jacking salt-crepes
fry old stone, O, & weeping wives rock a cock & the sleepers under a crabbin-hook closes summer under greened
casters of salt & sugar-spleened
rolled mutants...

eyes found inside a wide wile blind all dangers.

when once we bid farewell to glass then we punch a knuckled path & the green roads between us has come to keen misuse
& the buds of winter cut a puce sea of drowned dung
O, a bed of drakes dreams of noosed lilac killers, & the stars look up as tar-noosed tulip killers eat a bald sea-crocus-dinner
O, when once we bid farewell to glass then we pinch love's napes & a seat of pinks pulls on vast
cinematics, & the wives of time sally trips & a pelican sucketh up
flint finches
Ah

the vaults of the killed hear sluts clamming tits in scarved wards, & keen defecting breasts must swallow green herons...

Ah

the silly suns of self-sex slam coded lunar worlds, & the dilly guns of doped sex lams a starry sea-curl with
ashes & nunneries O, when once a bed of lions dams edams then we slot a chair in Zion's
holy shoot: O, the silly signs of shelved sex ram eager fairy thumbs & the scissor gums of dopers drag knives from
epileptic gunneries; & the swine of deaths swipes loaded acorn-wipes & the blue buds of eye-lights
suck grey powders.

& i will let you down when wedded wind polishes coal-tarred women.

the peasy napes of Escariot seal Jesus under fire o the easy quake of a parrot speak in rat-tongues
& the eyes of rainbows tire inside a faked bed, & the rides of the dead tie bombs to eaten crags,& the wives seen abed fire
stone boys- Oh, straps fasten angels around mauled nudes & grey gaps
Oh,- the peasy napes of Escariot seal yiddish sirens under eager God
& the starry stars of thunder wallop Love & the easels of lady tundra shaves gardens bare
ah, when once a spool of tears tramples dun oats then we will walk where boats
bag hissed cat-coats
..
i eat inside nudes as ropes rock a faked heart.

108.

whilst knotted, a green sward of sex shaves a loped neck & the stars of a river's seed decks vaginal coastal slips
o when once a skull of birds rips pink-veined idols then halo-brained salt-bibles snip
naked city drains where once a bed of fire clips caved cunny, then a shaven sun-head will dip
rolled buds into widows & wideners of cods hear honey writhing inside gay windows.
whilst clotted, a cold summer whip slices a red weal, & the puces of the denned trips
under cuds where rolled heels hammers statues to daisies...
i have seen men at change of day dreaming of cunt-luggage, buut old men are drowned by day & coded sin has oats of clay?

the witterers of wedded grubs sink fat pharoahs where drugs
shooteth up, up,-...

loh...the crowded crow of death dips hands inside bird-beds |O, as a gun of pure wine shoots a sweet lure, then death
drags starfire under bagged birdy salt-thunder..when once a pig of stools curries saviours, then Numbers
rock a swiped car ah these easy cures where I learned of rural slumbers
jacks scythes with old eyes

& a crowded crow of sex damages a vaginal T Rex Ohh, as herpetic nuns choose deaths then bound baiters
ignite shallow fries with gay-green masturbators; & a wode of Israel hears kids praying under walled
distinctive bibled dog of grids.

I know the veins of the mauled. I realise the drains of the mud-messing song of pearled
china wine-mummas. Uh, a widening wool-mark summer-shrouds pink bedded skunk parades o a wood of dogs feeds summer-raids
& a widening prat-slave swings, swings
underwatered, a bed of iron rims ringing bell-boats & where a dill of cries star-spins sallied moon-winds
then a bounced bum of hymns hires wards to mental spaced panted sky-dimmed
grey cosmoses...
the dammy drawled dark feeds blue dreams o where dally dickers scream, then we will fuck a bloody cox apple...

as the shied core stops, then teary fruited guns may extend catty sea cabins-..& wihilst crying about tears, we
share a salty wound & whilst tear-drying a moon
then we occupy grey gas.

easy eaten eyries hammer us & a flask of evening hears us
studying after heroes....

Ah?

the heroes of evening litter time with blinded yoyos oh, as a sea of minds drowns salt grinded haloes then a bed of lions must sound
liquid fingers & where once a doll of debt crawls like a killer then the haunchy heads of sex
scatter stoned junkeys. & a bud of books sun-slots sopping wine & a glove of rooks star-spots
sapphic swine. these bad burned words hear cut winter cards & the bad rivers that sear gloved chilled Mars
swallow a sonar sphere...

o the hearses of denial dine against starved naped wind
& blind gods end...

as a bell of bastards knells alike to a shrilling tear then a sea of masters swells alike to an illing sphere & a bud of iron decks a sprite
found under microphones oh, a wiped wild wife whips light oh, a striped child christ drips, drips
& a dell of lips licks blue night...I will enter under fire when
city urchins lead dogs to women?

.Ah once below a mind, fear walloped a mongol mine - Fear glows like a dog

O, i idolise old mushrooms when i serialise a soul of gold dunes - eyes ride aside lies & i idolise old mushroom skin until
i centre lies O, eyes ride aside puked pelt-pies, & a sea of ashes hit the moon
when once a bed of faces writhes underwater
then a bell of laces ties proctors
O, eyes ride aside puled prides, & a dell of dashes drags brides
homeward, where stung nudes

STOP

ahhh the delis of the eaten dead dream of Israel ahhh the cells of the beaten dead scream for Love's Gob
& where once a book of sails sun-shrouds stars under whales then green seas slide
inside doctored river-planets.
O when once a sea of lies rails outside a keen world then a star of bees must uncurl good hair & fair eager girls
& a bun of Mars cuts cars from raptured sister seasons.

& a bud of war scents a gun & a sud of war
slides against the sun...

Lo, the prising shell-prison where i made a hot vein will pluck mind rivers o a sliding shelll-mission where
i rose from the grain shines like a captive sea-train & eyes sunder pain
& a wide father rots under keen cupbords where Father
sweats
. .
sweet cabins of men raid cake-bins, o, swift sliced skin rends blithe meat-hymns & a bed in a burr buries old men
deep down within
shaded cicadas-

the galleries of god cradle feathers o cemeteries straddle Love & a bash of hail cuts space while radio hot vales
ram a moon-sail....
sweet cabins of men raid cake-wind, ah, shitted raped hens cut eggy whims from fatal wisdoms
& a bonce in a glass glisters when
cheeses rot
away...

O

 

109.

prises from a sex mission, we learn of diddy hearts where Love shatters nuked towns, o a signal sun resounds, & we learn of
dizzy darts where God hangs around a sea of clowns & a whipper way out West drowns doggy waters
& a lippy grave sunders lust with fevers.
the haloes of the hoarse shine for wintery summers o the cats of blue gorse cry for frigid fingers & a wide wife's scissors dam war
with sweeping killers..the stars cry - ah bruising brides sweat calves & cry for cattle
hoh.. ideals of heaven heed a shaven autumn garden
ahhh..the stars die- ah noosing hives cut nooks - hah- Hosed hosannas cut eggs down

eh? here, in a void, where a rose inside the rain caresses curds with grain, killers carry sex to a salt train: la, a void of men buries a closed sea-vein
& an eagle city dams waves with empties & a sun of pity rams navels under babies
Oh. here, in a void, when a radio swings for pain, then the stars inside a skein straps engines around sea-Bibles
& a bash of surgeons knife-snaps a bed of swift headed rivals & a bell of bodies begs for Hades; - Oh, as a dined skyful
pokes all eyes then we will heave a mindful of apes & blind monkeys....

I have swept a cross aside of a bald bed oo ghosts flush Luds & a latrine of shreds snaps buttters where soapsuds
scud in a bald bath....

The gummy gauze of kid schools clam America under keen stools & we launch a mumma for la rumba....?!!!

here, aside a mind, we dig for dark thought o a bod of rind spreads lemons on bought wroughted cigarettes
& a bonce on a beam cot-decks
hot castellas...

this rolled clock where i made my endlessness cures lost sops where a city den dreams of netted air &, lo, as a noonday week blows hair, then
endless emptiness will rope brides with cream-filled coded women
ohh, a wizard prayer crisscrosses a rude smile; & drills don lewd dragnets & the rose of wintry wine toasts kittens while hot Paris
forces fat London under sashes....
the rolled slot where i made my trendlessness sobs a robed sock & eyes burn down & alms pay for messed
neon lashes?

idioms of swallows throng
homeless sexy movies...

yes, & as for the graves under salt-tips we must surely squander visual vast lips oh, as we dig for naves, then ashed strips must wallop Fathers
& a bren of iron eats into spun sleep & blown badgers die, die,
Ahhhh, & a rat takes it at the tooth & drawled dumb sex-dudes swagger after
moon deniers..

although the sun is shaped from blinds, eyes will always don mental spoon-spines & a rosy rill of screens rattlers under watery wounds where closed graves
run green beds out of sundered
sallied sleeves marked by fished nets, we turn for light as life lingers within caged killer christ O a bulge of broads stab a hot biddy
& a nickled knife-life lays red balls to musical fire-diced
doggy dangers?

yes, we will count on vents where body-blues
bleeds blue halls to silent death
....
the swined herds of the dead fill heaped hot whored hands & a drill of birds must sex-kill female laves & a bed of trades pays for krill
& an easy salty pharoah must rock against the heavy
O

when once a hill of lips buries burned dulled money then a prison hearse will ferry dogdays unto a chipped cherry Oh, the spined herds of the dead fill
dolly fjords with dicky brine & a wallah to a girl hears a dill dragging panties under
big lobbers of lousy slut-tundra..when once red hornets hum after shrillers & female fathers then the dolts of a sildler
jams cats with happy liars

as multisided seas lock old tongues then a dead hand's blonde box sweeps sweat from a gay fox as we speak to die, o, as we answer dweebs
then vased weevils will staunch sucked bleeding with female disease:
We have entertained the city dead..Huh, we have winter-stained vast vultures with jammy piss
& a bonce of iron heaps bone
lahhhh

Loving on our own we will scissor mod stone; & wheat helmets will moan, under neon solar foam.

ssssssss
tut-tut-tut

 

110.

under neon foam, cold selves telephone bright city dials, o, a star of stone rolls up inside hot smiles & a mental author writes like a drone
this side of bright milk, we see slush sharpening sappers & we rock for tiredness & we scrape blind shoes with
razors...the dogdayed shaken roses of day dam daffodils & a sea of glass spatters
vases under souled rills. Uh, the sunrisen fathers of the sun shoot love's taxis o a body under fevers hears rotted cages cutting tears.
where once kids glue ash then a stool of tears will sock a sapping school-gas
O, kind riders of red rain dam sassy mad sweet panned droved gardens & a wolf of raisins ram us

then we will see gay dust
drooling under fires...

ahhhh..creepy bread-wives suss sex-cussers & the bright moon shudders & closed salt cabins cascade & die.
the catty face of a feral sun scatters clenched tailors: oo, the matted taste of a roped gun shatters nude magazines
& as a bed of thieves watches over minds, then trees
come into salt leaf.

when once a bod of summer has blue handles then a boot of hot winter manages soft gulls & a head of musk covers us
& we own strange dusk. Lo? a catty cinematic where guns shot kid-killings will rock against a girl- La
old cods shake as street-cars suck sold gloom & we are locking sex too soon.
a kinema of Eden suffers light lo a cinema of midlife lays a keen sister under old night & a wood of glass
grapples with casks- & cities slide down a fast moon

when once a piss of life spoons spastic creams to eaters then spastic screens harden Oh, eyes blind bread-dust
& a body beautiful bags bombed city burgers...
a kinema of reason raises code & a tawny toad-town teases crows where empty roads
dress just like a clown?

urban diallers drink & old toads vanish under fathers..

the fever of the livid grave hires cremated starlings oh, a sea of eyes denies cold fires & a car of wheat tramples sleep
& a city vineyard shapes dizzy leaded wine-sleep
ahh, where a bed of mumma rapes chemical wives then a spreaded feather capes guilty gold grapes
uh a tree of soul snaps dives & we will die alive?

fever & oblivion summons red hippy swings la, an oblivious plague must drink dolls dry- Oh, hymns

stop a green world; & we will spurt catty seed down a female city cavern: la, as bad hills hurt us, hilled sound
will rock our country raven: O, a bag of brass suoops where dew-glazes
hang birds from stasis
& our pigged hearts will sneer & love's gold colour will sneeze down a male sphere, & we will delight in
peeing under midnight- Old Sin staples deaf snapes to kissed
giddy body-fruit?..& we will scatter salt seed down a breaking pity, & we will supper fate as baby

bangs against a pram-brain.

lo i am in a harness at the right side of the moon & i am atoned by a lonely living-room; as the stars swirl silently, i willl suffer
suppering men of tar
la, where a tree of arrows hurls a car against a lunar sail then i will hasten vales to lay Mars; & car Americana howls
ah eyes fall from frui souls

& we sup for swigs as lewd rolls dunk buns inside edams...

lo, i am in a harness at the edge of day: as we float outside the grave then we mussel fish with buried kites
& a white star dapples us as naves cut cured navels. Where a body angel-bakes scrolls
then we will suck a limey slit... Souls rock under cradles & as a mission sounds candles
then we die.-

hi hi hi?

o i'm gonna dig these lazy horses till they thunder out of rain o as a babby hits weed, then gay drivers will
ride a bride-saddle aside a hill & a bay of kids must end under out-of-perspective bee-men.
where once a field of pepper pulls love's meadow-panties down
then we will smother a Mamma
Ah, an add-on to cancer-crown, we tramples lips with paper..o, i'm gonna dig these crazy horses
till they sunder English grain: uh, when once an eagle hits pain then we will chant under fir trained
dilly British tawses; & the sun will frame the moon & god's gun will shoot the veined lepers, out alone
where a shaftted kidder resounds like a drome
..
eyes entertain a namnery where old toads sleep in my hair; la, as a sky of stains cuts hair
then we will climb a blue-stair; .& we will gather a reeled stoned town of screwed pinches
- as we linger inside cut peaches then a bowl of knives will skin gilled pitied drives; & we will slot piss inside a
dodgy navel...

ice freezes nice
lice eat up mice
TUT-TUT-TUT..

whence Aladdin entered bobbin then bobbin hired Paladin ~& a brine-baby-fish is seen flailing within
teats and missions and endless tea-burns
and ashes issue specs to a postmodern glass vagina..
oo, stay near me dear baby: oo, stare all year with me La, give us a gas as cradles carve
connectors in the dark la come with me all Sunday lo dine & shed sweet tears darkness where a bosom
raises balls from lizard clay climbs inside a transcept & models aimless lays-
a magician in a castle has plastic crenatures & old denying people lash gold birthdays to hot crashed
funeral flays...o stay near me & suffer apples, pears & light lo slay for me old father
ah make my children hand haylong holidays where
families van death's heir

oh give me faces Oh gut my prides - give us gold
Oh
give me stasis.....

where tasters blow bells then you & I will swell up outside a dizzy child
La
tut- tut-tut

 

111.

the endless farthingale of an ancient hill sunders rills with lights lo, when once a penile sail cuts rolled night
then five eyes are filled with choking cherries & immense beers hop-hang mad christs
& the melted moon dips a bright horizon in the rain.
Loh- a bad balded bend of men wine-stains coded peering city trips o a bed in mind mines after veins
& a diddy boy will sugar-snip closed caverned blue boys
Lo. we swing against mad lucre when dev genius sings under loosening beating fire-thunder
Lo. the endlesss farthingale on a foolish hill shoulders pils with striped haloic humming northern angels.

we backside a bad genoa when eaten eyefuls ransack birdy film-hens & a bud of easter
bows where conifer winters send instamatic sumnmer karma where, jazzed, we rend
Liverpool's mean masque

oh...la, & a crazy winter's dream hits snowed dust; ah, a mazy feather that rips lit covers oven scythes under a lush
ooding body mask: o-la; a vine of silver drinks naked nuclear raided rammers of blue bound dusk
oo, i will ride against a hot side & dolphin meters will cram sand nights deep where
bobs break a bastard's hair
o, a babler of brakes car-cares under whipped caravans- lah, & a mean mamma uses stairs
no more...

here's to Man?..

the laden giddy gardens found outside space yet underground must die out & a bed of diddies drams doubt
& a bell of cones colours swells with blood bones. I eat a blue rival as eaten dromes drool for caterers
& this side of a baked bear bounces bibles where old tears
shift & burn
We will use a bonny night ship la, we will noose a nude tripper for deadening ladies o as puce newts peer under war
then a pearled anchor will rock a rodeo under butter
..
where, once inside a mind, trash grave-triclkles down sweet mash then eynes rival
blown bibles- & a tree's idol lams lampoons where tangled teeny towellers
trucklle under writers...

we will use a bonny night ship la, we will move a caste of clits & we sunder magical cut tits

Ahhhh

the carapaces of shaved graves dig a turtled whipped hound, o, the eaten faces of laid trades
dig a hooded town & a bell of ages rings a slit where a wood of easter tips petrol under samphires
we will whirl against kip & a fawking liar
leaps a bald tongue. the carparks of a shaven slave drags a felled engine & a whip of sweets cuts caged
doggy rattles
& we dance for fanned gins; & i espy a dragonfly; la, i refine a puled pit of sin & salt goddesses seem like
blue virgins & vast vermin under ground glass summons cakers from bad city-snides
o a bell of faders flava guns & a cot of bee-brides cup anal lamb-limbed
fleecy champagne - O, when once a girl of steel sups a cracked cup, then I will whip a dancer's weal
& a dog in a garland will ride outside a pushed bladder-world.
& a robe of suns will deny doomy salt deniers O, lies will rip aside a bed of eyed
ooglers of painted sea-spies, & vast vermin under grasping grimmace-belly-beakers must trap a ball of wine
or else a mounted reaper

will cut off all theft's father.

belled under belicose dragglers, a bone bed of pity swells up & up; o, a laden female comatose cuts galleries where sluts
suck a pealed radio-radical's noise-pup; O, as a bull of briars bends us, then towns of old mutts
swell where cold ducts don a baby wine stain. La, a sea of cuts shuts all real doors & belled under bile-biddy boys, we strip a bed's butt
o a cell of tears tracks ghosts down - Lo, the starry risen fears of bald bases
bag a bullet bro when once aside of Loss, faces flop inside
a dyed whorl....

i define a foxed flay's tawsing mitten - when Love locks a billy under curls
then eager eaten missions melt for red pearls...

Ahhh.

viaducts of pure air drink a drainy bed of lured body sleep; oh, a sun of demure hair nips a veiny head of blurred berry beets
& we espy a hairnet where a candle of heat must light blithed dancers..

i have smelt us... la i have suffered prancers la, eyes will spine us - La, who answers to a bol of bone
shan't be known until a head of sloanes groans after dead sainted Joan...

i hear a jacob's sandal sucking a crossed stone & we surely underpaint sweat waterfalls when a funereal gait
bags bagasse in the sides of the traipsed dicky domes of mad lithe midnights

Eh? it's just great to die back home; la, as we sleep, then a dogdayed sloane must rot life's bird
& a sanguine cooker of a sloane rams a stoved sun where horded herons push a spoken heart...

wide wild eynes destruct a drone & a pill of pets drops grey tablets - As bods bait sea-slammed bone then wild fawned dromes digs taped
scissor farters?

oo it's just so great to die back home; o, it is just so good to stone dilly clogs & female razors
wept from true tears, we hear rollered rakes roaring under fear & doles of darkness dream of Xmas when sadness
sifts a salt heart...

when once we whine for wolves then red romantics will rule call cauls - & a gun of mules shoots a lost knife's bloodied
baby blonded laird Jesus.

uhh.

 

112.

where once a robed room of angels sobs inside the dark then a slowed tomb of fathers exorcises death from the parks
o the reins of Israel lop a lady when stoved eyes banish cloned dicks from sex-swarmed radish
& a vault of spind wind rams a deus where a dicky of a blind sin trammels a dogday in the West
o where a vanished face treats sex pores then a bench of arrows shoots saint Sebastian down - O, under wards
we suck a hard supper & widened woolled snackers sun-gorge lapped laden ravens of pitched stark birds
& we will flee after rolled worms when claws curry lemon beats with bestial street stirrers...
ah a cabined coffin in a buried mind cuts dust down, & salt youth in a tangerine town cuts cloned colours of gal-lubes/.
O, once sweat-sluts scutter under titty tors then a bud of bitties war after creamed scored
pelican killers...

The doctors of a serious flower fan forged bruised bays which drown within sweet-gnawed diaphrams of swelling xmas
- ah, - jacked dawes descry dripped food la a dappler of lanterned nudes eats crap & an icy cicada individual snacks a strap as wharves
weep for horsed gal-meat...this side of forced feathers shoots bird-pith uh a bonce of fevers
lams a diamond towel as sizers under lifts locks a lotus within a case of paper-lips...

cobra cutters curve a creche & card kits
madden mods with golden knickers... Uhhh

. we glow just like a killer..

this siide of a hornet, we see stung sweet banners waving at a huge dream o a toddy top of silk rubs a rubber swung screen
& a tatty cock carries doom dolters where huge widows weep after vaginal rude hangers
oh, a pith of pints pours a flume as dogged creams track soft tears down
ahh a meditative dragoon in a bent town has nine shot fingers mauling sexy gas - & we espy a rude chiller & we cup a flask-
oo, a bead of iron bursts a Dettol street as mass bolts a snipper
to a tie-dived manx mad stripper.
ah a stool in a memory haunts a masked room: ah, a school in a family takes a caning factory whence a pretty plume
wastes a straw-slammed memory
.oh the lickers of loud feints crap within withered rhematic castlers of doned sweetened rivers & a ball of bashed roman tipplers
taste an ugly bombed bathed bined tripper...

ahhhh.

are we on the night ship
.
EYED?

ahhh when once a green gleaned plant pees bulbed seas then horsed heroes heal for scant sliding soft trees.
and i have a vaginal vote and goddess gives head to Woman's weeping widening garden's rope
la-la,

AMEN-
AND I AM ALD BASKETS-.

My hills heals up for kids and foxes, and men score fast fields ..ah
when once a rill raises swards then hillers owl for lords and ladies leap lairds as fens are peed from cocks and calves
and my river smells of snowed sylvan stars
and a medley of miners heal cosy green seas of mealy steeled lockets of lashing leaves
and i am a bad buller's weed and gods grip grassy glebed sneezed
slathering sown geese O..where once a fast trout tucks sped drowning latrines then fishmen feed fat flashed wed
lakers and my acrid heart has dead windy dick-reins
loh-. Bladed beechers break bad indy scissoring sides, and woods are
windless
O-.

AMEN!!
AND MY STEMS STINK FOR
DAFFODILS AND SPOARS
AND MOWED MAMMALS ARE
FED TO FAWNED BLED BATHS

And my hills are healed over for hard trees and rivers
o. my sex is spilled from leaves and sex is a chestnut's seed and spermy cows kiss sands and beeches break five dams and
lakes piss rilled scissoring soft swathy swarding seas of crossed clamouring kines and
yellowing antqueens heal hinds and hirelings hear Woman's mange tootering teaselled bines and woody swelled snails are
smacked by sluggers and calves
la-la
uh-. And beeches burn and hills are hurled up and down, and spars slide a serpent's sea when starlets
piss pealed plummies, and ingots kiss closing crying trees of loss and bled boys breathe bound bales
Lo-.

AND WINDS WEEP WODES
AND MY SEX IS LOAVED
..

113.

And my countryside is pyramid, lo- and fast fierce annals are ended in green swarthes..la- when once a fat flea sucks spind wind
then extreme trees are swinged inside an elbowing sea of kines and cattlered calves and
forcing fields feed fires to Woman's rape seed, and meadowers mate with a closing clave of glowed grown roving
gardening gilled grave of soiling sunrisen teaslers, and i am holding jarred boy in a gardenish folding freized
fen of ferny killing revolting reeved springing season of nectarines
la-la-.

AMEN!
AND GLIDING GULLIES ARE
GABBED FROM GARDENS
AND I AM A HOED SCAR
..
And beeches break wind for green glades..god has a sea of holy seeds and beeches break trees and worlds
and my forest has extreme curling meadowers and a farmed fairy fears for treed
lakes, and my lake is risen from a seized trampling tearing sea of lithed rillers and my vales are veiled in mown
maudsley sex.. Ah..where once cold cattles kiss a toppling treetop, then a vet's carve cowing bullocks
and husbandry heals over for clashed crept craving moors
OO-.
AMEN-
AND MY GIRL IS STILL GROWN.. And aped eye-eaglers are led to beeched graved starred green carived fielders
and lakes lick acres and cars crash inside fast moored Mars ah- meadowers suck grassy milks and cowlets kiss eweing milled
combed bales .La. and aped eye-eaglers are led to boars as conkers are razed from dead oaked arsed
vales..and shirers suck seeded sarsed central-streams
oo-. Bald bled beards are green and green men have sown sand
AMEN
AND MA MARY MELDS
MICE AND CAVED MILLS..And fielders suck fevering skies: ha..my face elbows elms as sky flails for vales and cruel wet worlds and
fast fieldings suck seethering sands
laa., when once a piglet pricks Woman then sows ease eaten dived cooky children, and young kidded men are closed in
rollering rivering rillers...lo..my suns has skeined stained spind winds, and wild wolves are dried, and wide cats kiss sinned
seas of blind bald swarthes and beeches break for bedded banged
bleeding country pillagers

AMEN
AND MY FOX IS FORCED

As beeches break bled blind fields then meadowers mix veins with elmed reeled glassed grass..ah my celled self-sex has satan's swards, and my death is
spilled from grained seas of mown flexed hitlers.. and beechers breed bad blinded depthed dragons of dusty green mown wrecking
riverers-.and my god is a tree of hoarsed nutted milky meadowed raids and rats kiss a country's cruel shade
OO-.
AMEN.
AND MY MANX HAS MEAD. And aping dates drink drummy drying slanting sweet fields..oh..my god has geese for seals and
meadowers meld mills with hands and swarded extreme trees are led, hand in hand, to a green car's
harvested mind-moon..la. where once a soft sky slides adown, then scythed saws are lent, and owlers piss ald starred
rivers; and teetering tearers toss tawn fawned farming dawned torn teaselling tractorers and my shot skull sucks swarthed
cattlering greeners
OOO.
AMEN- AND COWS CUT CLOSED
OATY FORMLESS LOAVES.. And when once wept wolverines champ on wide wet beechers, elmers will eat riders of rode country sleep
and fast fat flumers feel for flowering fleet dressed daffies; and meadowers meld moors with deeps and my god, gullied, gives grass to sleek
sirening sauced saviours of kined keeps..la..and when once wept wolverines weep wild whipped dogs, then piglets peep
inside a harvested hawthorn grass jeep and fiddled fangers finger figgy feet Ahh..And sluttered swarded saviours are cut from vined
veiny vials of starred iceless eaten aped dates in closed calves and wavers will wives with caved eyes
founted rained raisering green sky
AMEN-...HUSBANDED HEROES HEAR
SPLAYED SWARTHING TEARS
AND GREEN GODS ARE GEARED..And ald green glades are grasped by grassy cutted knolls ..ah.when once a smashed sward has
skies and mown skulls then robed ratters are killed by bald bales and whipped woven eyed
meadowers..la..my god is glazed with gulled green blooders..and splayed sistering wild streams flow for flown golden gleaned
seizing eddying giddying meaned milky milling fieldings
lo-lo-..and, hit, hispid healing hills are led to cloven caving calving curs and dog drink dragged heaven..
and i am the green woman's seized sky and gods are glassed
o-

 

114.

when once a swards suck seeded lies then wet wolverines are suckered from meadowers and mean maised gunned
fieldings; and breaking bulls are blamed for wed cows and kind kines in warred cedaring sunned rills of dead dorphed
delving draked drummers .la..my god is grasped from keen cord pears, and prayed orcharded moors meld sharp cidered smells with nerved
gathering gladed graves .lo..kissing beeches breathe bedded blind bloody broken bridgers and vans vamp vast jayed hayed mines
and copses kiss lifers and mountains mete mares with hands
AMEN-
AND CATS KISS A TAILED
TEASING CROSS. and, iced, hissing green graves are emptied from swards and mooted meadowing stars
ahh..when once a tree teeters, then copses kiss Mars and blood red gannets kiss a seastruck sea of harm
oh. a god grasps grailled kissing caverns when mice meld rats with razoring wynds and wealing Christ's hill of spended country keys,
and ashes arse for oakers as horsed nutters are led to limed loosing ladied leaves
la-la-la..where once a smokey spoiler soils cured calves then acorns ape bled boars and ewed sex spores
viners and my angels are eaten by dates and pathed peeping pealed peeing pushing plums and eyes
kiss rendd riverers
LO
AMEN,
AND MY MICE MILL MOUNTAINED
SUNS, AND CATS CUT A SCHOON..And when once a seasoned eye has green dreamed vision-fields then woman heals up as wed hills suck sunbeamed lovers
ah-. and gardens grasp grass as smoldering tinctures peal ponies from pled green gunned rivers
o-.a pear inside a peach must plead for sweet dead killers, and hillocks hear herded horned millers and greened swarded ghosts give glass to sandy
treeing splayed speeded cedars..la-. Stands suck solved fetes as fairied handy isles float inside a blue countryied seal of wilds and
bled beasties break rambling beed hot mean land and featherers feel for fawns as fallowers
expand, for veined vast vines and meadowers
OO-.
AMEN-
WHERE ONCE WIVES WEEP WODES
THEN PEIRCED PIPERS PEAL GLOBES..And a moon is pliant..o- my face is bright and defiant; and a moon is slaved for lunar hills and rubbishing blinded
steet-wars, and green kids move-. At the edge of a stream where eyelids close a sea in a number raids a rose and the mind of a father raises the dead
o, me and men will die in bed ..ssss..i am laid by lazy lions i am wedded to Zion, and a pitted death will smoke, and sexless God will cry and choke
and men and Love will kiss the most..Uh..inspiring magic lands, a sea of dust cries, and a city in Japan sees lust
crying for the grave and native natural roses will bust..Icy slaying saviours pray for crusts massing natural leaders dream dust and i realise lud heat
and i realise my sea of meats and suicidal bridges trace trod sleep.
at the utmost edge of love, a city in a drug peals a kiss..at the utmost edge of God, a city inside love peals a fist,
and sunsetting caverns cry for hands and lit-hips, and a city in a twist caresses sex war..sss...A purifying angel rises from the sea
a pouting blonde cradle raises rapiers from rocked trees, and
coded killer ladies
die, die, die, die! ..O..A sliding sad eye espies sea and sand a writhing sad sky defines sex with subhumans and uttering muttering dives expand
sex and chidden archangel children, and me and God must cut damned woven woollen fishwives and fawkefires feel for eyes, and
blonded blind knives land hooked slides and we are fathering fast hands and suicidal brothers blame hanged
diamond
Uh-. Emptying pealing mists mask us Emptying eating fists crash us, and goddess goes to sea and empires ride a sea of sleeved
sex-screes, and i will scatter sex where greed drives dreamed
dead trees..Grievous idiots ignite far fires: Idiot egos will alight fat spires, and raving raided night
ignites hands, and tyres
burn....Oh, Me and madams wire guns, and fires rave for dams, and eyes glow like sand and seashores ram rode waves, and
ears and eyes glow glow
Ohm,.rivetting crows dam fists: riveting sloes slam kissed parades; and slowed graves ride from laid bold biers, and plashing knaves
bind palls with flown feet
O-
ssss Amen to the seas
Amen to dreams
Amen Amen
..?

 

115.

The dreaming side to Love has sleeping cancer spots. The screaming side of Love has riven dots. And eyes inside mirrors
float, and a sea inside rivers drowns lost driven crossed sunsailing hills, and docked clockhands expand
loud loss and shill kissing inside jams drags crossed ladies, and a sea in a scam sucks crisscrossed
eyes and heels..i am weeping for romans, i am weeping for sirens, o, i am weeping forever, and sex and seized romans
shoot crossing christ, and angels flee from feathered tarred men, and i am a tar baby and i am a lard-large lady; and i listen to cliffs, and
marriage will shend me..coded clay killers dam fishy blown hanged heroes and i am spread by Man.
a sliding moon hears Man dreaming for bright war a riding moon sees Man dreaming for bright scores, and i am
wed to night and i am wed to life o-. Men and massed christ wails on a sad height Men and massed life, wails inside midnight's
drunken crucifixion, and a slithering light ignites hills and hills hear night
raging
o-..ss..i hear your regal radio, i hear your shrilling meadow, and songs sing for crows and shadow, and rivers deafen lands, and
god dies inside old jams; and bled wasps weep. O,- killer cliffs fail, loving hits sails, and eyes rain rain
down down
and
a moon falls like a town..And i am standing here on suicide bridge, o, i am shedding tears where lud heat's ridge raids me
and god in a glove feels for sleeved red sleaze, and i am standing here on suicide bridge
o, i am feeding death to midnight
sss. a crazy killer in a shoal fishes for bees ah, a baby in a sea of kisses raises beads; and jamming waspmen raid cities, and
i am standing here on suicide bridge, and i wed knives to thrillers and damned pissed
dead drams, and i fear sex as a penis inside brigands lams lady killers
ssss. .. ,sad baby, she goes West
..,. sad lady, she dons decks
and a river in a peal sees sex made
cold cold
and a city inside a soul raids
cold grey
chuffing cities.. And reaming babies raid blades and gods goes on forever and i am here where suicide bridge
binds bells of slivers and bald broken blinds shiver and sucking bled brine quivers for
aladin and midnight: and me and daughters drag wars homeward
and lud's sucide fire hears whores
raiding bird-prison.

a prison in a flower flows upstream, a prism in a flower flows downstream; and filmmen glow like crows; and sirens spurt like dreams, and a city inside snow
heals over and cold kissing lovers
lend romance to peppers, and a hill of red crows drops thence dies; O- Me and Mary don't know why angels jilt inside a mind, and
men and Baby breakdown, and a town of eyes feeds fists to flava and kissing prisoners hear sands failed for cells and warmed hanged
gaol.. O-..messy madams melt as Japan raises sex from salty tied canned tautness and bad babies break
up up up,- sss- emptying empires eat cold fuck, and god has his angel's
forced fable,

this hissing sea of lovers hears men dreaming of God-bobs: A city in a tree sees pined men cutting dead mods; and as fingers feel women, then
bad babies raid lost miraclous sexcrossed
eyed cold Love
O. i am laid by loss -sss- i am slain by lust, and seas piss while trees hiss; and cars weep where sex mist raises wisped
eyeless deals. O. where once a dog drags death then cats will suffer nets and we search the trees of weeping weaving wed god's
vaginal death-daub; O-. when once bagging soap
drags baths from dope, then
whores cave in-

when once a city fell, then city hell rode from hot sleep -o, when once men yelled, then city's bells swam like rivers
and, dead, a seashore's lover rode inside rome's mirrors, and girls grapple with the Mother
and scrolls are naked as a Lover's cupidity..and, o, where once ovened pearls gave sense a salt necklace, then death, cured,
crashes, and mindfolk melt and wed folk meld mess with hens..o- and rigid rainbows suffer women
and god goes to the Moon's naked mind; and hired winds drive Mammy Mary
back home..

 

116.

riding from sleep, a city of wheat mows sex down: a rider in a jeep cuts rode meat
o as marrying missives crowned handsown towns, then fast stars fall for a red town's raging witness
uh, lady loss leads lays to waters, baby loss feeds days to daughters-.a sun in a seal sees slaughterers
raising pigs in the East, uhh..bended, a sea in a mirror reddens light with slaughter o, as a city fails, then rivers
rise from sleep's dreamt dragged country. If you take a little ride to sisterhood, then sky will move sex to tears-
as paintings point, ills thrill,.- as sad things rend ills then pealed god's kills must rise from deepening
hands and heels..o-. breaking men hear men whipping wet seals, and horse boys rend us.*
o as a sunrise rises from the grave, then mad lovers use laid rivers o as a moonrise rises from the day, then
sad fathers use paid mothers, -.. as valleys fail, then a sea of brothers dies dies
and god goes home-. when once paid with blood, a sea of soft rain flows like God: when once paved with blood, a sea of grain
glows like sliced rain; oo, i am fed to piety and i am fed to pity, and a neon hand rains down down
oo, and ghosts glitter as moggy towns fall, fall; and, like the moon, a sea of clowns raises crawled musical gowns
and daffs float as roses surround eyes and lounged slit-blues-..
as guttering goosemen grasp bluebells, then rivers suck vast sex masks
and, loathed, a town in a bath scuds snubbed suds
oh, i build a candle as sex drugs jammed god and sex behaves like a dog
oh sss. mentoring madams will lug bees, and bees will drug oval fotal gliss-gloves
oh sss. and closing kicking trees find oval bug-gobs digging dead ground, and seas suck willows
and cats crashdown,
oh...sss..drowning darlings break
down
and kisses cut sex meat,.

O, I hear god ride inside Love O, I see Love rise outside god, and a hymnal in the moon raises drugs
and drugs curl like a mind..sss.. I see a tiedyed dreamer blow its spine, and coded killer bees fall to their knees,
and god and sex have no dear rival because god is dead
O, .... My lady lover is a naked New Yorker and mashed England's head
swirls..And i feed fans to posh hell: o i hear drams draining cells, and a city's bell chimes under county sleep.
and giddy ghosts grasp sleep and dizzy dogs trumpet meat..oo: Me and Mumma Moon entreat gay lesbians and rainbows
sss when once clocks burn then time reaps prisms
and naked prisons gaol god and numbering locked
hills and victims.

and dead men ride from sleep as heavenly egits feed sky to dust, and men gas licking cliffs as hot hilltops burn like glass
o me and madam moon bake grass, o me and mother moon hear gas,caressing masks
and bald guises grasp graves as lust lines ladies with fast motorways
o ssss

Mental Mindists melt Menstrual Mindists melt down down and coded closing towns will tilt and mirrors inside sound will
raise reflections from sexkilled
Vagina-.. This salty summer dreams for drowned ladies.This dirty river dreams for a town's soap babies.
and city sin spins as swimmed clowns grasp rubies, and coded killing doorkeys rend us and eyes glow where cold dust
cuts curimg curves from cured lust, and saddening silly men drown graveyards
Oh. ssss. My bastardising babe hears hounds wailing: uh, my rivetting lay hears sex clouds rising inside failing
sold force-ten walls; and me and bald godhead crawls for blind stormy ceilings,
and we must dance where veilings vault dreams
Oh. ssss. Emptying vineyards see snails sliding like glass, and smokey gardens see sails suffering old masts
and boatmen bind a sea's veiled
rigging masques
O
mmm. Here, in this void, suns shake along hot words; here, like a boy, drums drape men and birds, and i am looking for the palms of a man
and i am seeing spies slice eyes as Pan gives hot head to Aladdin
O, here, like a mind, a schizophrenic mind dams vast theatre, and a gully in a grave buries buds in hands, o-
me and madam moon hear islands falling and bad blonde brains rape necks as sloes feed gins to failing
messed minds ..uh ssss..Mad men see trees teetering and rogues hurl plums at dead spine and coded killing kissed minds expose us
and i see the palms of a man slapping bald high fives
..
I hear a lady leap jumped seas, I undertake a woman's dream, and a river made from ills will rend sexstemming trees,
and i know death and her mirrors...uhh...mastering handheld sexbanged razors will feed fists to gibbons
rided writhing sex cells will extend a killed fat diamond
and i hear lady leap my sea and eyes flow, and men and selfish need raises rain from ribbons and sex must skip with a ribbon, and sleaze
scatters sexseed where coded greed gives head to liver and me and mindless cinemas drive cars
and baddies break
down down
O sss

I will say Amen to Men
God will say Amen to hens
and saints dry out now=
...
cuckoo..

 

117.

here, inside of us, a city in a cross goes in too deep. here, outside of us, a city's loss goes in nights deep, an alternating ballets dance where sin
slides from sleep-. o me and massive madams melt sin o me and classic reason raids spind salt winds
and jammed horses feel for dreamed mass mothers and fathers jack God where hymns sing for lovers
ssss...., I hear herons hireing hills ,. I see patrons pealing killed versemen, and brassic blonde men raid thrilled
ersemen -ooo. .. A vile void dreams sleep And magazinic spleen reaps vagismo and coded coda kids cut meat
and christ is our peril-...O, as I fear the cuckoo, men rend me O, as i fear god's issue, sin shends me, and eyes go East-..

i am wedded to the News.. i am bedded by nudes; and dust makes me feast inside a beast and eyes spy the cuckoo's cuckooing lease
and me and clucky chicken cuckoo men release fed pain-..sss..idle fingers feel for meat, empty dreamers dream meat
and sex trumpets whine and angels swipe swine; and faces
fall fall
.,. Uh
THE END... This is the end of me, this is the death of dreams.. Oh, as dead men dam screens then men will empty screams
and this is the end of me.. Eyes closedown Lies closedown, and trees break up
o, when once men suck lady luck, then girls cut hands and heels..
Endless buildings shut doors for fears. Endless jeerings gut gassed tears; and mad sin sees fear
raising sluts..When once blondes hear maimed menkind then rivers raid a mind and weird men confine
winowiming widows, and filmstars cry for sand
sss.. This is the edge of Love: This is the sides of God..yeahh. I have entertained Love but love is a dead Gob God
and sexmen will stare deep inside a dead stair; and budders will breakup
,.,.i stare inside the day, i scare live as yesterdays raise Arizona; and sexmen hear Sharona riding high
and blue men pass by hills and lithe
listening raping Noah
Ohh. And massive mansions melt away and massive fountains fade away from hills and dying light and we die inside light
and we go gently
homeward-.

A lantern in a word ignites a burning bird, and shooting sapphires dam hands and curved sapphired good women
and giddy teamsters ram fist-woman and woman gone cunt-blind has her soapy dilly band
and music mans eyes beside eclectic lady lands
O-..This is the end of Pan, This is the end of Ram, and i hear moonies slam sex, and claws cram
bone, and stone hearts slam
sloanes..i hear Etna burn, i see Peter yearn, and cat killers see seasands executing swans and horns slice Japan
.O..This is the end of Man.
i am fed to denial
i am led to revivals of
idiotic thieves
and i steal from Love
sss eyes entreat Gob-God: pled skies complete doo-doo drugs; and drugs curl up and dogs hear cuts
slicing sluts
ssss.. i am icing under shutting tundra, and i see thunder raiding the Cuckoo Father; and angels reap
sundering sleep
ssss... o, i am endeared to blue veinous seesaw varnish: O, i disappear where pain forever vanishes
Hope. And Gob-Gods banish me to the shriveners of the prised sides of baby soap; and the skies of roped
hangers hiss after lodestones and mind-dictators
sss
..
When once death moves West, then sex will soothe beans and rainbows; and sunrisen shows will
signal smoothes, and gods end and God ends and sex hears friends
dying-..oo..the back of Love heals over the sacs of Love feel lovers, and i will feel fathers
and sex will seal liars and deadly senses reel like mother flickering foxy fucking carcrashes
oh, inside a weal, fires rend funeral pyres outside heels, tyres burn live wires and sex hears lashes
succouring ashes
oh. eyes heal over when spies see blind sin sizing seas of spind romantic wind, and
spines smash. Oh ssss: Mitching seasands bend kissing fire hands and ghosts glimmer and hosts see mirrrors
crying crying,
and sex goes grey-

oo, i shall fear the cuckoo when vaginal eagles suffer skin, and a sea of forced hens clucks for
eggy wards; and mental perfume leaks outdoors. Oo, Sex will savour summer men: Death will snap salt hands
and pissing pullmen must expand dolls and wet whores, and men and Hen will live where doors
slice closet christ.. Oo, messy massing mindmen hear mindists melting where salt fear flashes
and sex and ashes see Shakepeare feeding cashes
to hashes, and death stops.

 

118.

i will daub you with yon dead pain. i will daub sex with yon sad veins; and selfless kisses eat stained
hallways and homes seem deadening and home seems
emptying..sss, me and dreams rend us men and screens shend us, and shrill lust hears dust
crying; and hours suss drying sex manes and cats rain
down down down: Oh, Madam Naples crowns us and babies bang and self lands slams selves when
star-damaged sex-dams see through blood-eyes. Huh, lidded graves get hounded
sss; and I am entering whored mountains, and kids die now-.
as men enter us, then a sea of dust will cry for rain as men enter lust, then a sea of loss will
weep for pain and coded pincushions find sex ill rended and loaded sunrisen mind will fill
shended seas of veined gold mines
ahh.. i give head to stains i have sex with manes, and cats thrill and whored dogs fill cooked egged ills,
and ghosts choke on shells and hosts taunt blown bells, and illing babies bounce as kids land
young fish and perverts kill sane fists
ahh,- And sin will empty us and dirty kin will empty glass, and vases will feed slaves to glans-killed
rider rivermen; and seas shaft inside a tree of spin
Hotels, and we will swing now.
old gay rivers ride for red lovers, cold grey lovers ride for sailed fathers, and killers inside a war
see sex going where claws slice mothers and hot cold brothers weep for scored veins
ssss,.eyes must close, skies must close, and remorseless fields will fail..sss hills will fail
ssss..spies will rove razor-minds, and seas slow down; and rills must row seas of waste sounds
and silent fury will writhe
and sex will kill
Uhhh sssss... Messaging ill will feed self to filled caves and caverns will enslave dollmen
and waxen thrills will shend ashmen. ow-yah.. endless psycho cities end where clothes
go blind and sexy robes grap signed touchpapers
Uh
sss..As ashen curtains close, then eager windows robe bald gentian bedrooms: as ashen curtains cure
sound, then eager widows rove blonde smallrooms, and curvy kissing spoons swirl for dirty coffee, and
rosey lobes suffer sex seasand..ahh..
eagling edging eggmen damn fast fists eating eggy deadmen ram fierce kissed prisonmen and barring babies bang
pierced hands and blonde bairns hang
seabanging harlem..oo..ssss..icy fingers feel for flamingo crayon as crying rivers drown canny sex-drams
and sirens live in Bedlam and coded Bethlem stands
inside Man's cold cutting porny electric sandy-land
,,-
I am endless...Sex is tameless..loud death must move..
.Where once a birthday candle in the skin sucks spind wind, then i and i must shend thinned cute wind
oh. when once a scandal under blue-winds cuts birdy-sin, i and i will rend sex hymns, and guilty gullies swim
outside a pool of lives..ohh.. where once a candle in a caged side sunders shelled dives, then bladed blonde brides spend lies
and spies spiral inside fotal bee-wives; and sex drives hands and eyes, eternally
oo ssss....

arses and cold lace
rend massive space, and cases
cry for dawn's face
....
uhh i hear horsemen riding home i hear deadmen sizing bone and dogs drag donkey and gods grab money, and a sky in a stone
feeds death to stoned sloanes and men and mermen melt and sin and fishmen melt moaned mon
bones and coded killer christ roams romans and eyes curse sight
END.. and hot hurtling tears hear salt hills falling and hot killing fears hear salt ills calling calling, and visions of weeping sear
salty ceilings and closed kind kids hear tears sealing
hands and ears
oo..ssss,- me and macadam mask telephones me and mad adam masks stoned bones; and god is out alone
and sex is full of stoned stoved loam, and hearing sex
suffers dead droned..oo.ssss..I am tipt by tars, and angels chew cars, and sand feeds loam to hanged
seasanded sexbanged hirelings,
and sex caves in-....a bad balding baby has mad tears a sad scalding lady has dumb ears and coastmen hear gas
blinding leered sunned fear
ahh..a killing clever child hires death to wide Mass a lilting levered sky slides and hot hawthorn cracks
eyes, and winds rap rapes inside shins and widdershins limb-topped tipsy tit-lit
ahhhh.. I am icy as god seems empty; and angels cry for winged centuries
and bees buzz for war..Uh...Idle idols suck moors, and vales roar
and shires cut gnawed
sex wards-

119.

o, as a fazing dream raids chemic sleep then cold tears will raise molten sweet-wheat; and guilty sleep will raze
dreamt meat o,- as fearing faces fade then cold killed men feed fists to chidden chicks, and tolled sex bells end
ript salty dead children, and icy irises eat corneas and coded grey villas break lashes, and killing flashes
break ashes..sss..mental prisons shiver, metal prisms quiver, and killing caverners hear mindmen given to
eyes and tears; and mindmen are blue.
sss..O-. Outside this world, fear leaps from a meadow, and shovelling sex tears cry for tomorrow,
and seasands cut gear and veins turn shallow
Uhh.. And coastal rainbows jolt and seizing shadows blow dead listeners across hired seed; and vaults
cry, cry, cry....this side of the rum rides to sleep: this side of a gun trumpets meat, and guilty god in his red country
weeps for dumb deaths; and a scissor in a drum must slice sex ills
and death deals dolls to lust..Oh,- as halting heroes hear heroin driving, then choking fountains raid rust
and drilling darlings drag lakes for
latent lust..ah-.i will campaign for crashed stars, i will feed pain to planet Mars, and dolting dogmen will drag scarred
heels, and giddying naked riven weals
will grasp sealed
seamen..and dolls will swell like eels and skulls will smash like reels and sapphic states will burn
up up
,,,.Lahh...All the world's a plastic cup-,
the crypts of gods grind like musk, and a sea of love rends dead dogs; and clambering sods slice love
and sad seamen drag god for eyes and vein
oh..as fierce fast fathers feed lovewar then dead masques seize sexwar and golden seagulls heave
death's store and sexstores seem swollen
sss
Uh-.. Menkind kiss sex kine, Girlkinds kiss a deadline; and outelbowed woman-mind sees golden sea shine
and molten milkminds raise tits to borne genius grime; and bitter bastards bind
hands and heels as baking preachers slide inside of men
then wetnursing kids ride bonewar..Heartless heroes arise, endless earholes rise inside hollowed sex prides; and guilty gardens writhe
deep down inside.oh. A river on the kill sees wives breaking spindlers and a mirror on the hill sees knives
raiding wives o; and icy hedons cry for lies and hot cold herons cut sainted seas of shut sluts, and
eyes are pierced and minds seem fierce..o sss. Aching men on a hill expand oozing sex hands
And idling rivers cut damned oozing sex clams and fishmen sail for paint
,, O..The illing sides of love have nice eyes, o, the illing slides of God have nice tides,
and tidal seasands grab milky lives, and sex stabs sonar signs and coded cabbed men feed fish to spined spind sweet-fablers
sss. As hissing cradlers swim for sex-gyms, then hissing candles trim eyed minge
and closing mirrors swim sawn hymns and bad beds in baths swinge from robed hearths; and horsemen spin
boneward, and stoned hills win
O
ssss. A god in a cave rims bald tits: a sod in a nave spins blonde clit; and lipped men pin pinions and ripped bold bad binned
sex cliffs fall fast away.. Spind wind weeps for blown tarts..

the blown side of Love rends oxos, and a sea of loss drugs killing gravy hours; and closing sexbrides glug pealed tides
and all sex is feintly tidal..ahh..as wedded women wolf idols then bald birds break
down down, and baking birdmen raid women ahh..a scissor in a skull burn to death, and penile bulls bind birth with carved
sexcars; and bended bullmen drink dolls and waxen herods see skulls fed to bairns
and sex is malformed as veins crash ..ahhh..lizard men mate with mains
and radios die...
O, when once indolent kids raise hot wrists, then a tree of scissor-rages will suffer cold clay. O, when once indecent pigs raise
shot vision, then unholy screens will see women
reeling...Ahh.. There is a sun in a bedside table There is a dream inside a drum and, laid, as city boys fall, then
cumming angels raise children and Mars is never far from wholesome drivel, and sons
die die die die.

Uh-

 

120.

o, she dropped here cardboard knickers when carousing scissors smiled o, she dropped here sex, and a city of women
rode to raped sleep and, damned, a sea of meat shoves dirt where suns don't shine and men and child, in sleep, rape seized minds
sss, Me and mumma moon retail deaths to wheat; and god is a dragnet.
When once a scissored fuck falls, then walled men must suck cut veins, and bad blonde natives rend shut
brains, an scolding sunrises rise for sluts and coolers weep and rivers reap high seas
and i am fed to forcing cork trees. END?.. this day sees menfolk sliding homeward, this sea of mad folk are rising from
bone, and sighing sloanes writhe as foam feels for massed stone, and coded coda men live inside sex war
and loaded caverns cry cry. O, i have studied deaths. O, i have bled sad sky, and sweet lies lie forevermore
and a gun inside a bed weds magazines to butts; and a sun inside a head sheds salt peacocks
and, laid, lazy pickers peal cold wrecked
Babies,.as eager eagles eat wide eggs then birds of bitter prey extend winged children o as a neon baby bears scars then
eager eaglers rend women, and as timed tears fall like sand, then wicked wisdom fails and i am shut where golden veils
find idiots killed by sailed drinking cunt; and, closed, a tree of nails rails for
wedded worn punched pushing pulling penile sex war
.,o-.And i am pinioned where the winter falls drearily underground: I am minioned where a gun fails, and me and a false town
will enter death, and death will suffer a nightgown
and eyes glow like sound's
baby
O -

I will penetrate a scrapt moon, eyes will perpetrate a cad-cocoon; and sex plays dead,',

And the back of my head flows like boned blood; o, a river inside a hot bed glows; and closed mummy rubs bald flowers,
and me and God cannot wear clothes, nor will sex and Love see clothes
crying for towers..oo..when once pigs shoot, then rogues will ride from enemy sleep; and crying eyelets hear lithe loaves
cracking wheat and me and madam trumpet sleep
o..sss....As faces fall and wail, red seasand suffers wavers; and slammed sex caves inside
and we slide-

as lady luck leads us West, then lithe babies in a bus ride from cusps; and eyes lash wet dust, and me and menkind carry sands
back home..O. A city in a yard sees pomanders raving: a faded sex car sees Japan raging; and forced ceilings expand
pushed islands; and our town is dammed by dicks and cocked sirens
O..As faces crawl, then scams feed carved crambled money: and self sees sunned shampooers made from
sex and death dummies..

And i will study how to cry: o, i will live to die, and me and an opal sky finds fingering fuhrers swilling hopped sea-waters
ah- when once pigs oink for fear then sowed sties stab boared clocks. and men and salt seed scatters men
deep deep deep within..la-

porked skin is probed, forked sin is stoved, and naked nippies nap as swilled loaves slice up. la-la..I am laced with a porking pistol:
I am raised, and a baconed whistle blows spunk

The digging horses we rode from a clean mind Hereby give up thought’s weed, & the tacks of time stick needlers under Old gardens.
When once a pool of god swims for tundra Then blind excesses will Stick blue tracts inside cold salt hills
.
& we have no pain here?

I nick green killers from impossible lays & I send rivers to Eden & the slides of heaven see days Using nets to cure the poor.
When once city machines mentalise Digital heads Then pits of bread cut pissed maws. O, as a green god ghosts a glib bed
Then mind sedges Die..When once loaves & urine shed bread crusts Then shaven shady dinners Must lend tears to shavers & the watts of wards dig fathers of
Bread machines & god-doves Where a bended brother flips meat then A joseph bread machine
Must rock, rock, rock: Uh!
Caked heads burn as old rot Sucks cruel butters.

The bedded boys of British rainbows Furl cakey fondlers where old crows Crowd deaths with dolls of war, & crows Crowd horded whores Deep down inside a shop of bows
Oh, There is a common mind nearby which Cans caviar under laden lips & cleaned mons-mumblers Melt inside welshed sea-clits.
When once we wave goodbye to kids Then we lay dirt-waste to Hot headed hole-hearted parlour cribs & the bald heads of the colour blue
Strum washed guitars, & since we have let god glow Then we have certified clothes.
& since we have let a fast world to feed us & since we have left Old birds far behind Then the locos of washed river bends dust
Deep inside our minds..& since we have let a lost girl fear us & since we have let cold women rust Then we have gummed
Rocking guns with old lusts
.
Coded killer spice sees musk Riding from gold rain & the sunrise seizes Milky deaths, & since we have let the earth Hide us under Zion
Then ruthless taping noise Will arise from pylons . & the daft boys in spastic specs Suck a blind nut.

Blandness has served us all too well ,O- sadness has seized us & a son of man hereby raises hell from Dulling fired pits.
Sundering, a sea of dust has always Sent radios to our livid cells & bad caged cellves Lend pissers to slum-swelled
Bald squatted homes. When once a pick of men hears dells Draining drawled Gin from beery bells Then I will serve us & you and I will desert us.
Bad bodies move - o,red keen ages Boom behind dyed instant images.

The doorway to distance hears men call Old bodies from cold halls & the pubs of silence shimmer after Old lobbies & eaten stalls.
When once a forced ballet hears men Crawling inside caked lovers Then rolled bodies will see fathers
Raising rope from giddy feathers The doorway to distance hears men fall Behind dolly drakes when & a biddy on the city-rise
Rots, rots! As we shape old winters, then old lies Hold no shape & no moonrise.

O what with whoredom in the trees O what with seasoned murder bees & what with fishmen all around, then we Must stop to fall.
The hazy kid of God goads hot leas O, & as a pig of blood butts against Worn buds & buttered men Then self will call
Upon naked dukes & female walls O, what with whoredom in the trees O, what with seasoned mamma-seed & what with fishing veiny sleeves
Then we must answer To tea-trades & easy Isis .. uh? The slave in bed is firm. Olde faces
Flail, flail,
Fail.

& as we wandered into a kissed lift, then Lost elevations jammed our sea of women. O, & the tall river towel when men Spun scary dice against a balding wall
Sent stars & Christ to forced sleep. Oh, When once a bullied inn falls, then halls Will certainly duel after handled old salt-balls
& where a baby’s daddy body Bangs in a hanged hand, then Eyes widen like the rain.
& we waded into washed cock-hard kong & we drove for vaginal song
& men harried us for
Duped spies & climatic cunt-war..& as we nibble on a multisided dream, we Enter into fiddlers & guitar-ruin, & as we fumble after life, then swung ruins
Dance for a mitching folly; & five hot seas Strap doled angels around a cold Swing of dates & apples
Oh, -What with mental medicine in old kitchens & what with numbered kittens outdoors, then Mazy men with penates miction
Pisses in a snapped stream; & the harts of Pan suck liars from screens & the sad outgrab Coded colas & dreams & I have found a keen way to
Initiate bodies with a varicose eye’s nude Snood of salts & water
.
As we shape a shaven cut for Closed pigged sea-wards Then a bad bugging cat under scores Paws & preens hot leeches & dulled doctors
O we leave behind us a lost flower Oh, we cede to rinds a sex-tower & mimicries must mentalise
Digitalis & old Heaven..

 

 

121.

Sss a kisser inside soap digs drips to sized Chiller veins..Sss... O as a sweated sex loaf slices mute pain Then rodded lipped pokes suffer child wards
And the coded keen killers of the keen swarms Sink slinking fishy fingers inside Raised dames, and, lost, loosening tree brides
Bang sauced seed where lobster-lies Leap honey and fish inside red rainbows O, as a city horse harangues scarred brogues Then brutal bleached beauties
Bind gashes to grit-gulls, and foreign bodies Bear bared bloods where Blonde bitches bend bairns inside stairs
And, ssss a wedded sex fern sucks loopy Slayed sex kitchen?
O When widened summer miction heeds Halters, barns and naked tea leaves, Then the royal blue babies of the sleeved Link painted pills to dogs, dads, and greed
Sss the caverns of the purpled penis pleads for Vaginal clemencies But, fished from harness, holidays to wars Whip horses and shave mules down, down,
And curled greased doilies drown a town ...Ahh.
The coils of gems grind meat The soils of hens grind dreamt meat, and, o, As daggering sealed skins Sample weed from cut bins, then soaped Downs
Delves baths with poles ..-, There is a vast city here O, here, in the past, a crazed cavy reveres Dolls, dams, and crayons And I send my dinosaur to walls
And I wash my dimetrodon, and city palls Punish pricked pictures
The ideal head has gone! The emptiness abed has gone! The idiom of neon crap has cum! Oooo Lotions inside false emotions Lash loss as salt blinds Ravel into dived
Blurred minds…Ohm?...ahhh?.. 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 tears...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!?.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 slides & 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 sands 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 fanny 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......
A-men!.Life that plods from home appears aglow with rain And a giddy life cries for Slumbering heat and hired war….As a tall mean sea topples, then burials under pain Guides glitter outside
Sweet gables and soft writhe Law. O a baby’s liquid age summons
Thunderheads..O, these threatened furled city forests fling guns where An ignorant flamed father Encases slain scissors with suns and mothered air And the star-lit heavy seas
Hurl spheres from old lovers. A movement, a skirl, slips a washed river as prayer Topples into sounds.
As we teeter at a mine-head, then we realise coked air O, as a miner in a soft coked bed Whimpers, then a town of inside drifted pitted lead Lams coaled lichen.
A space where Pan met a digger’s meat, then music Enlivened bairns with fallowed webs And, sundering by, a crib of dark shafts hears
Coded miner-men melting after, An idolised pit-quiver..Odes to old galleries dig the North as fuelled sisters Travel Down down down
Underground, where elves unravel Into faced blood..And these are the sad lands where we made our urban fortune And here, as a bad lad dams air
Then an urban sea of hair Cuts scissors from cartoons. The roaches of the spared Clad ants inside blithe Lasered sun, a And a sliding father to red lies
Tells a tom-tale-tit for libelling nude slandering Farmed broad-browed dives..Bound in vine-leaved loveliness Sun-clad children chastise cunts with cloaks and grime
And a green cat creates ferine Canine-feline genius kittens..As yelling loud leas rip sin-clad children, then insane fakes Swell up for
Gaughan and Vincent And, today, where a tearing bird cuts giddy winged lakes Then a blithe bodice of sex-wars
Widen blonde beer, and, o, Undersided by yo-yo, a bladed bomb of brakes Hits bonnets as radiators
Glance vans from fiery hopped scents
.
When stone-encased bible bods preach a lone Thespian of bird Then massive moulinex mouths blended nerves With bodices and farthing-foams.
Bibbers found within gaped ginners guzzle old Slapped cars and blue feathers..As we peer from gentle eyes, we will come to know
The slamming wife of lies And the copious career of minds will come to blow Five mongoloid massed bird-blinds. Oh. As we peep out of
idiot waters, then we will show Five winds and one billion brogues; And bodying beer-hammered winey ditty crows Must time-bomb fats and loaves
Oh, a hotel and a mean lover appear to sun-craze us And the bolted braves of combed cunt-rust cuts Tar-jaunted jostlers of bridges
And then endless vermilion ramped sluts Of all heavenly dumb dropped infant scarred Salty sealed muck…
Just as when the son of Puck juiced up Then books of dung prove cocks under caps
Demonstrate that sex is a load of crap?
*
Dead dives we utilised when ashen ravines Leant on self and died have now vanished into machines, and a son of spies Verges deeply down to star-flaunted latrines
Where gulping wax-rides mount pinched pockets With bums. This intimate side of roots cuts samphire from Loaned lifeless pity-puns
And blithe grimed gaoled galoshes suffer stunned Bad bones and gum. A sudden smoothed reel of radium will her Golden grapes and groped
Wood-riven starlings, and here and now, words Stop, just like
An overladen dream.

When once we offered up nine fingers, then We wantonly suffered blind touch: as a meddled opened lovers blow crowed fuck then
witnesses to ashtrays smoke cartel sea-struck imploded pus. For better and enhearsed, we dolly after draggling Dog messes and city lusts
And the ivories of oaken dollies must insist That nylon kneaded breaded lisps, Lick a yeasty tongue from card bully-bits. When first we offered us a car of creative writs Then a mad yet mild clitoris
Supped saline debts where sugary scattered men Staunched swaggered bleeding; And the blue holidays of a keen wild harness
Cuts golfs from guilty chidden
Green gardy gilled gashed carved cat-piss.
Ohh

 

122.

Mean sand matrixes of girls and sunflowers Move inside blued stone And sandy hissed closed worlds Suck a lonely bitten bird from caged lost pearls
Oh, as the wives of one billion cars career after Blood-concertinas, then a hoard of fathers Must jack malt rain as
Bad buddies study how to purely murder Jointed limbed labia…Before us, bladdering rocky popsongs Run ragged within sweet spies and lost guns
And vapid sprung sin Teems a towed towel underneath us, and Loaded drums hang huge floats where
Christ and judas listen to the air..And I may well still hear a confined space where You and I fell down love’s stair And I might well have to fear
World-warming wives who hiss inside god’s ear. Too much mad life has been lived under Venomous city gossamer All too many Christs have seen spun thunder
Spin, and Old crabbed books of romantic spoiled Disingenuous spirit, and ghosts inside crammed Gaoled cells
Lend fast tears to female land. And, o, the prized prisoner of sin unloads us And, ah, the lithe issuer of old skin sees dust
Drooling down the day..Hundreds of empty tears miraculously measure Pied piggies And, under a telepathic veil, as don of pleasure Fills a good mind with schizophrenic bodies.
A witch’s brew melodiously jives for rivers And, o, when once a reed of fire hears mirrors Then shaven sodded summers Fill a good head with Numbers.
As naked noiselessness wanes into fluids, then Pushed diamond pussies Are pulled from formless city cod and women
Rope peace with budded flash buddies? Tattered mood me save the sweet remedy whilst a keen family Huddles within cherry hairs and paedophiles.
Hymens may well blow down where a town of graves Dance for pluggy ranked naves And, o, as Alonso de Saville dreams for old lays
Then Oscar the Wild widens away from Dobby dollar guns. Zillions of eyes eat into a fixing vale of days And, ah, when one thousand Italian dog-graves
Gravel after the Mudarra of mad men shoot gums Then wooded heels will Sodomise Ma Mary’s cured crossed god-gill.
Is it perhaps the sudden moistening of eyes That leads us to veins and babies?
And Spanish women swing- Dancing while swaying, smoky smooched Men and Madam Sin Rock like a hanged gun; Billions of eyes drag dope from brigs
And, o, where Italian children Delve God, then Rock raises cobs and silly seasons. Whatever the songs of the dead
We will cut easy lays from sea-heads And, sundering by, Hooked nuclei jam sky,

Shouted from a cock, a terrible treed timeless clock Spines aside timed graves O a silent listlessness transforms sounds into ashes And, laden with lays, a bogging bed of eye-flashes
Fill form with cow-caged lost rock. Liquid hands tap on an amputated roof. Old days Dream of languid fear. Cold naves burn beer
And the noose of Love enters voles into blue tears. The kiss of sexy magic enhearses whored hashes And the De Mudarra of a chapped church
Tramples deaths into soul. O, a beard of hurt Prays for meat And eyelids sunder sleep. When once hissing magics cast conjuring gloom
A hat in a dove Delves dogged clothed assisted magicked doom And, o, we spiral down where a town of God Cuts illusive death.
Under the wrenched silence of a tamed Love A daubed sea cuts rods from tricked Loves And, ah, a Vecchio of fastness sees blue drugs
Drawing dirt from leprous depths. Liquid thumbs sink faces deep down death’s Dolly side And the Son of Pan sirens after dragging lies
..
A license of ridges raps on cunt as old wives
Stopper sex and knowing.

As a sex-farmed sea of arable oracles Lend salt-charms to rocking tables Then a laden star of arms shoots closed gables ,O,- Billions of eyes melodiously burn for
Cats and sin, and loud seas of war Cut a shouldered lung And a hyper-heel hears old claws Crying for father…
And we may hear, nay, leer Deeply down in a fast blue tear And we may fear, nay, disappear …
O, i am whoring death now and eyes eat eagles as birds suck edams; and I am warring wading woman made from soft charred cunts and
Lovers lead Lesbians into a salty span Oh-.Fleshy felines feed familial females and skies spit twinned ties and males
meld milky maps with veins and veils .Ah-. guilty geek gods grasp for grass and nails lead lost leaners to a crossed man and I am a tree of horses and I am a Mad boy made from bees and waxy
islands ohm-.

I kiss ice cold as tongues taste of tested teste-men..

Eyes told on you and your mamma when a golden blinded summer fed death to men and i kiss a tree of cold as tongues taste sand oo-.when once a sea of saviours feeds on Man
then, delving, a lea of lovers feeds Man And god is dud and his son a mad man Ahh.- Dirty boys in suet urine eat cud and sand falls where eyes of deserts growl with sand
and I am a breathing brother to god's land OHM-.. old rivers rain from raping roses and I am a cutted cunt and I am a tree of sand And gods are cast from caves as men land
Facedown in a tree of a green eyed island oo-.. Ahh..- i am a flamed god and goddess is my sex sham; Oh-. O, I am a sad sodden boy and I am A dud boy who eats veins from sand
o-. i am a wet boy when I am sex and i am a dun boy who eats wed winds and god is a romancing gashed guide ah-.. Purple pealing peas feed skin to spind weeping wives when
horses heal halving fathers and men end, and I am a devil and wet men oo-. Gals taught me about the sun and I am a scattering sea of dumbs and
Mojo peals my prick as angels land facedown in a tree of ghosts and pulleyed ghoul Bran
Ohm-. Lady love is a losing lover and I am exited when rivers kiss my sky
Ahh.. And glad youth is torn away from bad sex as veins feed death to a rocked bum and lady sadie lover is a lousy loosing river and I am a fled god and my god eats a cradle and
glad youth is torn away from cots as cunny sees sex rise from raided vacant lots, and veins veer West as rivers are
closed in a sea of sexy sense and a star.. O-. I am in love with the crocodile and a cradling cussing car kisses shebirds and I am a welling wound and sex is wed sand
Ah-. I smell fruits in flavours as farms end.
I eat hot wed weeping female flesh and gods feed on wetting sexy fishmen and i smell strange fruits and my farm is dialled; ah-.when once a caged moon eats a salt-bun thent man will feed on veins and islands and
i eat hot wed woman's flesh and wolved Isles eat eating skulls as dregs trap bitten renal bedlam
castlers, and I am wet tree and I am scrammed.

o.. Shapeless formless gulls eat a sea of scams and I am a bled bearded seawind and crams kiss a crying crawling cold as veins eat man and god is a superman and man is a bad hand,
And furious firewinds kill a candle as sex dams dirt and I piss when chimneys eat sex ....AHH-.
Gilt girls cry for sex as lovers eat T Rex. As hot whored widowers kiss a wiped cunt then, wailing in four seas, a tree of sex eats a cold crawling coast where veins hear rats and
gilt girls glide for sex as rapists feed T Rex
and gods are space farmers and veins are sex

shapeless formless females feed gals with teetering topping teasy teens and I am with a viney veining field where grass smokes kids ah-.A cold sun is closed in kiddies as men end a
torn skull and bones bleed into men and sex ends, and I am a wet wife and I am dun sex oo-. Crawling cavemen kill caves as men mitch and I am a capsizing sea of stoned selfsex
and I am a mad mad made from spaced sex Ahh-.Gilt gods grasp grass as gullers eat minds .O, I eat pips from pissing pears and i am fruit familiar flame and men eat meteors and
golden gods kiss a sea of smashed strands ohhh-.crawling cavemen kiss caves as stoned men itch with spoiling clouds and seas eat cruel men
ahhh-.Faces float downstream as cut guns eat sin and I am a firewind and my eyes are sexy sin Ohm-.
When once a candy castle floats from sin then, dressed in drags, treetop eats green smashing swelled men and I am a hot scream oh-.gods grasp grapes from freights and a dream
drags dolphins for dripped devilers and I am a tree of germolene and I am cut sand. OO-.
Ashes eat burned wars and I have a hot hand .Ahh-. Ohh-.Goldy goddies greet grassy gulls and I eat Pan, o-aH-.i am thrilled with killers and i am deadened.

Veins pluck penises and I am torn from a sex speeding hearing spoon and I am wed to vile vented vampires and I am filled with killers and god is a tree of mad sando-.
gods grasp grapes from freight and sense eats Man and I live for a burnt and guns eat gulls and
Veins pluck penises and I am torn from a sexy voiding maw where sex ends
aHH-. Guilty goddesses greet gulled grinded men as sex sleeps for drugged thought and sex scars skylit lovers and the vines of soft sex hears Mars then, gone away,
a leaf of losing lovers eats cars.

123.

When once a meadow moves then fields farm forcing frames when child woman eats hot calmed seas, and seas are raised from rotting rain and I am a torn god and I am web of wept hands and
gliding ghosts kiss grass as countries eat England oo-..Ghouls are shot from the skull as bonemen end, and gashing graveyards kiss a stoneman
AHH-.Endless kissing men feed gulls to glades and eyes eat soft guns as graves eat blades and i am a fat weezel made hot with cavy cats and god is my Buddha and I am a sea of
losing leaming ladies and woman is mine oo-..ghosts are cut from skulls as bonemen cross veins with crossing cries and ghosts are lost
Ahh-. A miracle in a sun sends sex to solved loss and I am a happy hipster and I am the abundant Cross OO-. When once a rabbit told me about a lost and lousy flusey Christ then my star
ended, and crying wolverines drive a car home, and grass is gassed as cars eat Mars And I am a golden grave and I am the stars
Ohm-. happy smashing steeples suck a sex vase Ahh-..Israel is a perfect void made from a glass
shends promontories.
O, I am a poet-tree of mad men and sex falls into cut whore-trees as duplicating smacked men kiss a bee in blind brained stung-honey; and eyes eat the Thames when
mad boys bob from blenched screams and sex is a sea of wed nudes ah-.. happy hipsters whoring worlds weep for dreams as slept sin moves
back home, and I am a gulled gawped fish and seamen sip my mood and I am a dell of deep dead death and my eyes eat a sea of grooving
games and games feed gals to gulls as veins veer West, and God is a smothering soapsud and men eat smooths
oH-,.fey girls in a goosing wood feed cats to fat cranes as cut swallows ride forcing fixing skies and i must go to shut the suns of love or else find fear run me
When once a sea sucks water then sliding seashores fall into a spind wind, and fathers swim a sea's sins.
Leaping laughing seas end in sin.
Gilled kissing seas hiss and eyes are tides torn from castles and leaping laughing rivers eat sailed stoned cut hot men and i feed on a wet drowned child and
gods are my angled idiot angels..ah-. when once a sea sucks hived waters then skies slide into spying weeping men; and sinners seize a listening Thames
o-..j Christ is a leper in a loud field and gods are gulls made guilty as men, and i am a wedded wolf made from cold cut women and I feed on
a foaming foetus where rivers run home, home, home, home
Ohm-.Riding dipping dampening rivers ride a raided storm and life listens.

Gold penises shoot spunk in the moon and golden graced vaginas shoot sweet sex religions when man ate superman
and i am a hording viper whose sex slides and slithers when dirty doorways open up a wet crack in a candle and golden gaoling willies wed wives to four fast winds,
and I feed a gateway to a sea of spermed flowers and sex winds away where adders slither off into cunts, and the dampening dollies who feed veins to blurred
blue filmic forcing farms mete salty ships to cut curves
Oh-..guilty ghostly seagulls eat a dryad from a dried wet bum-raisin; and i am a gilling grappling geizer trapped in a red trams, Ah-.
from out a seam of sleaze, a mad man feeds an island and goddesses gleam with slease as mad kids kiss a rotted deserted cut land where skinned up lasers feel for
Lions, and a sleeping snarling saviour sucks on weed
Ahh..I sit in sleep as the stains of the dead soak into seed and poking petrols piss gas as paraffin shoots soft seedy ramming graves and hot cut hearts hit hot molds and I am
shed inside pled naves when churches kiss a praying man
OO-.

I fall into sleep as the sun wees in a hot shut dream

A cut cot-sun is opened when skies sail stars downstream, and rivers run where men kiss a glassy pie and a hot wet swain spills from looming sitars; ??!!!!
.while curdled by men, a scissor of a titty sister crow-feeds drams to killers; o a smiler under hens grimaces where rizlas
set alight to poncho phlegms and a throat of rice pays for breathing christs, and a bone of spittles raises radio life from digital steroes
ah ah.. whilst curdlers cry, then curlews ride rivers, underneath massive scars the idioms of a plied rapist ruminatise upon lardy lover:
And the wine-boned bed-head of a racist crams evil lies inside red crows; and the hearses of the dead cremate dogs with mammaries
ahh

we have lined sweet pockets with red rum we have spun meat rockets, and a sun at midnight shines, shines and a gun at half-light grinds, grinds
down, down,
way deep down where a mystic clown chances minds..
while curled by hens, a scissor sister moves against blind binaries where napping nipplers suck pissed pain; and grinders grow inside body-marsh,
the coded coridoors which cut cunny from blenched blorters; and has to sink a gut inside a milk-float; o coded river-wards cut sonny jim from
bleached colted babby and a cot of pure glass raises thumbs from nets - Oh, old guns shoot blue glaziers, and a sea of oats
burns soiled soaps.. ahh...as we ride to sleep then we use coats to enclose sin in mental rain as we rise from sleep then we use pain
to sodomise tillers with red gain ...ahh: this time of midnight, where grey dames serve a sex-porridge to a bald-believer, today's murdered bran of britain
livens loss with sex mittens; and we raid the Cross, and the Cross is weeping under kittens
ahh, a lover of dyed dudes lops red kitchens a father of dried nudes buys healthfoods all ruddy year, and we tease ovens with oaties
and we ease a penis inside a slim tear

oo, greasy silence serenades us as we pattern
blondies with hot cold wintry sex-champagne

 

124.

the soilers of a sad soul spoil the rolled sun: the moilers of a mad soul cut grey stools with twixed tocked ear-drums
and we arise from jeeps and we chew upon wheaties: o, where a bald bunny breaksdown, o where a dulled buddy shakes sound
then a livid town of victimnals has to build up bracelets from a dour city.
once a day, christ takes his tablets. once a night, christ listens to the moon. once a year, christs chews upon a magnet,
and the son of men raises ropes from bitumen; and a dog of birds
appears as mad as curves...
the soilers of a sad soul spoil fixed sprawlers; and a bed of nostrils causes sleepers to fall from sofas and we drink to Dolly
and we used a shrink, ah a builder of bodies drinks to Molly: and we must sunder
all silver hills..
once a day, mice go abroad forever. once a night, rats rap upon a feather. Because we are trained. Because we are drained
we will surely curl up soon as a fizz-mind fever freezes female brigands; and the teetering anal stink of a fat-pushing heart
slams a record drinker deep down, down: o, a shivering camal kink scries for female oils; and, la, as bone of oil links kinkies with
old penis-arms, and a bed of bikes travels near a pleb-kid
and death has no leader?

once where eyes turned up, we saw pigs spilling retro swills into a corpse of figs and we know the trainyards
and we know the meadows. o, once where spies died, we hissed for blue birds whose shadow cast crabs across the land
..the teetering anal stink of a crashing heart slams a drunken fever and we spy the blue rain and we ride a dasiy chain
and, uh, a trike of glass rides upon dark turbaned corbon-mumma
i have crossed my eyes. i have jammed a tree of lies
oh oh oh, where a pig-litter cuts cane, we have to cry then live again
..
the mad men who wrote the first Bible
here now burn up and become disabled.
lol..

the fatteners of a creamy fix cooks dinners from dummy bays: the scatterers of a dreamy trip has crow-eyes crying, crying,
and a bird in flying freezes and a girl in dying freezes
, oh, an oven-burn will heap skinners when darling rifles shoot faeces; when i eyed my dead son, i knew that men
would come back home to stun a deadener of sons and lovers. oh a sky of lungs pants for piss as a latrine on the run
has to vandalise an opened loo: and a fattener of a scratchy pig-gun sees cattlers shooting from a red sun
and eyes will always show the backs of chopped hands, and crows caw at the vast..

when once a house of iron tree-blows an accidental city-rose, we must summon dirt from a robed
dolly kiss..

as a cornice in a hot sky arises from old tatter-ash, a vamping sweet piano serenades the music's flower
o a harness in a soft sky plays easy nothings for rolling cat's eyes and a road of masques closes: o swathed ships sail
against a blind mind o raised mind-trips wail and a lea of casts snaps a leg in a vale.
a lady of the half-light parks her tits right down beneath sharpeners of rats and bastard heaths
and a ship of sex drinks pure water
ah

as a cornice in a shot tide arises from pepper-mash a cunted female organ preys upon a harpie of vaginal trash,
and a bench of gorgons cries and cries and cries. ah..a limping dicker has to yield
both a penis on the left and a penis on the right ...oo
eaters of egyptians stride upon rites and a kitchen smell leads cafes to dewy food-dells; and starved men hear Bow Bells
and the suppers and knives of a moon shine upon bled kidders of curves and tums: o we suffer cries
o we muffle tides, and a crowing hill caws aside green gums, and a feeling rill
abuses men with star-life.,
these shadowed words widen words for whiteners of the buzzy gallows: these bruised barrows which suck apples
lead a market-place under grey fruit-pillows; and a sun of dumbed willows
sweep sins from gay monkeys.
the suppers and knives of a moon shine upon easy eaters of happy hummed singers of salt-sex and five seasoned
vast vases of shattered roe.
..
emptiness bleeds like a sexy pear: endlessness seethes in midair; and a block of flats nearby will sun-share
codicils of dark and white..eaters of female mermen fish for dirty water, easters marry fissure men,
and the turning rills of childrenhave to heap a classroom under women and women teach like God, and children speak like God
and we loved to love blue god-senses but sex-chrits has gone entirely mad now
and once we listened to porn-radios: once we kissed a ragged dirty stereo; O, as we hiss,
we must grave-fish for cremations
ahhh. eaters of female mermen fish for filthy water reapers eat death's germ and we use a germy hand to cause germs
to widen a cunt with ill sperm. The cuttlers of sex-cuticles ramp a fern down, down when crowns
are scattered across mile-high sea-perm
..the shadowers are near and the razors of a seasand tear a doctoring hispid beard-kid from an urbane career
and we wil cunt everything up
..
declining fluey sin has to spin shut
all daughters and all sons.
..
we heap oven-burners. we leap up and up. we sweep crabs from dizzy groaners; and Ides of cellves will curse a star with Elf
..
Uh

 

125.

as for a woman in a falling cliff, may we always be so thankful that lovely laden female kind heeds sprawled death
and i am eyed by a gold mind and whippy kelpies snack upon easy dives and sex-depths
oh, a slammer of souls hears drums banging for an old-time soul, and the rhythms of a coded sun
clasp star-soda in both hands. o, as for a woman in a fallen lift may we always be charmed about the elevators of a female soul;
and sides seem lovely and wives seem ugly enough to warp weepers with family
o....as slain boys fail, limitless lessons move heated sleep into glue: as slain kids flail,a ripener of India sticks shoes
to tangerines and peppers; and sense is on the thrilled move
o..as for a woman, why not season cayenne with balded sauce, as for a child, why not season curryers of combs with treason
and why not pay a prize for laying down in TV Africa
o..instamatic tools lay dusters for pidddlers of hot loud cleaning. Wars sweep crust away from killings. Herbs mix potatoes into flour
and an eaten jive jams the dancer's cries
o..a bosom of a gallery breaksdown, a picture of pure purple licks lifts; and a fraud in Space forges paints with de rainy stella
human saints; and, uh, uh, a bath appears alive: uh, uh, a driven saviour of a fake strokes puppy christs,
and we realise that animal space means goddamn everything
o.. rude biddy bakers bang a bone: lewd money-shakers abuse a female's dog-and-bone
and we cried as we lied
and we tried as a sex-guide when
poppers swill gins with dead women. And parchmental phoenixes stone bound lady crone-crows.

oo i sink my toweling tongue inside a village of big dark trains, and i suck on a dammed tulip and i arise with the rapes of Lies
oo i sink my numberless sea-wives deep down, and a slaying brawl of birds rides
directly upon a gay thrill-ride and we have to sign, across the fables of a crooked mind and we have to point
gesticulators at a dove-tail joint..oo.. the rabbiters of loud mien grind dolly wheat down to flour; and we jump the fats and the flour
.uuh uh ahah...the doctors on dripped cliffs shower serpent dusts with angelic musk, and we jam a flower, and we don a dog's kids
Because there are rats in flowers and because my garden has no lips, i must raise a razor from a snipped baby bird-rose
..rippers of the city's tarred ebb head to the coasts, snippers of the citys carved head swill down brass coke-dopes
and we pay for ropes; and we loosen coins with fizzy female lead
..oo i sink my towelling tongue inside laden forced lungs: oo i slink for a howling sea-guide: lahh..me and motorways are using stars
with nine keen hands when one billion summer limbs extend rubber ruins when
sad salty suckers of funeral fens strap a gourde around an angel's
pretty winged horse
..
bakers of buttermen nick a drip. shakers of flutter men snip a lipped bayed body of meat-mouthers; and i held my face to a gold runnel
o, because death sallies my blowers . o, because breath bags a tree-power, i have to cum like a cunt in a stripped
candle-crypt
..
i deal a poker-heart i listen to the dark: i kiss a cousin-mark; and bled bits brawl at a fascinating marched heart; and we roam after canvas darts
..
la la la
uh uh uh

robots of men have displaced us: oh, deep false men have replaced us: ..tut tut tutter...we realise mad robots of Du
la la la
huh huh haahh.. spatial summers will drizzle hips across doo-doos.

 

126.

o where wards under wept cupboards dream then a locus of mad men will suck a schizoid nut. o, where birds of tundra snap a screen
then a crocus of sad men will suck a mental slut; & the beds of midnight nip a cut copped green where a chippy gut
suppers for billy mental fishy ashes...
i espy a dolly where anal faction fills an venal billy with coca-cola & lemonade widths; & eyes ride a silent ginny kick
..o, where wards under cupboards scream then a bowl of lashes must lead a silence of titty clashes
due West, when a tree of tashes trash rolled knicks?..
trendlesss bover bloaters brag for dons of dirty mind-whores; & where eyes delve for a circus then carnival Lords
must cry, cry, cry
Oh...

once upon this mind, mad mikes
go dead as words.

a house as mad as words has fallen into high seas; o & a bird of lads seems gassed by doctoring hot bees a dogdazed draggler of hasps
has come back home to slice a body down?
where a hearsed hisser moves kiddy tears to life then salt-headed sea christs delve a mule for towns...
the dashboards of denial try a death with jury birds
Uh?

once below a time, nerves sperm-knotted diers with a house as mad as curves..we swing against cribs & men answer to squibbed
bones & ashes.

o here and now when once before we open up a naked door then sirens made from sugars will dig the sex of a delved hill
& a bone of glass must cut swards outside a bird-limed castle..oh as a shelf of dust drops, then dust-mice must cover dells inside ice
o a piddler salt-swells where christs trickle down a pieced old Light.
here, where boats flit, we have car-shaped a starry fit from cabs & we are will-known to salt crabs: o, we shed a petal on the ground

& dilly coffee sea cuts crags from crying
cry, cry...

o here and now where once before we opened us a statue's claw then Osiris made efts from whored cherry dusters....

naped escariots turn from riders..,jacking salved chaired men wrap a gun about a corn-deck. Oh, we are led to sonny jim as sex
teems with stasis...

a vastness of pure silence weeps for birded bitumen as boys brag for gloom. Oh, a sky of sea-toys drown late afternoons; & old joys
swing for kittens.. once upon sometime, blue moon operated on an empty heart; & a swollen summer scan marks
all bum-rented blue-devils?

a cup of snot toasts us as parks
fall to sleep... a slammer of a mind melts like sweet pain..o, a scanner of all time bites sheet reins
& we ride a fabric horse where rolled lions shit.

once upon a mind, egg light lams a bed of fried yolky lip: oh, sunny dragglers burn under lardy sweet sausage nights

Ohh..

a city of bible-men have come home to preach about saved boys & i widen up for God & i pray as deaths teach the gunning circus of a blue spy
all about bad bod of blood sun-stabs a ball of wives & a suit of rain snaps, snaps then cries
& a victim of a bad hymn swings for a priest & a church of iron wraps a nave inside gold leaf

Eyes under Eyes will stop prayers now?

but the sea-lined lea of loss lops a doted floss, o, as a hot cross snaps light then the sea-lined seed of loss laps a danger-wynd when
woollen women come deep from the inside.. once upon force winds, lies lock a father in a drink; &, lo, a doctor on the brink
uses faking organ medicines?

& sea-lined leaves suss loss & stars will out-grab...local lotuses jeer at the gemmed cases of father-pearls: oh, as faces split, then old worlds
will wash shit gills & a fish in a bed swims when wishes for sea-fire cuts linen..a dyed deck of dives sees hills dropping into fast spires
o a head of hips hacks fires & we jack jammers whence golden body boys
bounce aside the gymn...

& local lenses peer inside henned heroic pussy: & we will hear
vagrants & no families?

the weeping dutchy cap cool gals will own must sink a penile fart..oh, a sleeping dark cat we will own must stink like a plugged heart
& as wedded beards burn, then rocket cradlers must suck a bath-nut.
oh a week of wine weeps for bones..uh, a creek of times washes men down. As a stone strikes herded fingers then golden gigs must hear gas
sliding down around a town?

the weeping dutchy snack we own must cut a royal slut & a bed of lions hardens....ooo
we sweat for ole dairy sluts.

keen cardigans will adorn a coat-walk. oh, mean brethrens will sun-storm bad toddies; & a local bird sings for rubies & a green thorn raises eaten drams
once inside a vine, we drank from scarabs; Oh, once aside a carved mind, we shrank deeply down where a cake-walk
whipped a pony-body?..eyes under eyes blind a buddy..skies under vibes swing for six-hands; & a bed of light dreams for tides
& old tramblers
stride whilst oaths break.

keen cardigans will adorn a hill
& clothed men are not successful?

..

127.

we will surely knot god's fingers with salted peanut-pepper: la, will will surely spot a hisser with flown paper; & a carapace & a cochineal will
rap for Mamma..the eaten exothermy of hot bone-rain has a killer's complicity, & a bed of deaths dreams pain.
we will surely knot god's features with technical sylvan screens & dolls shit on wax?
& a bell of glass knells Father & a cell in the past hears Mother
..
endless sirens sing for wrecked
body bones.

thatched up with wine, a hissing murder in the dark licks a sun from a mind: o dragged by silver, a hissing murder in the park hits a gun from a wynd
o once upon a cunt, i heard a flag of sex mark dog-marching idiot heralds. & a blind if winter traps asexy light & times
sea-bomb bizarre dick-petals. o, thatched up with swine, a pissing piggy in the parklands laps a gun from a mined neon wood-factory
& we say Farewell to a wynd as red buddies shoot the shite fantastic?

oh- a shed of slaves slacken strung necks oh- a head of knaves hardens roped necks..we smell of road-signs. A driver of cards sorts blood metal
- we suck a toad-timed robed trestle & eyes under eyes hit out at mental boy-brains gone home for leave..hacked up by rhyme, we use a fast gymn
& loppimg cartwheel maidens shove fins against a pissing hissing asylum-hymn..

amen?

oh we sing for screwed sapphires when bled tulips are dressed in mercury -oh, we swing for naked fires when mien shits on a christener's blesssed body,
& we swirl armpits imto edam waters & we watch god dress his jams with angelled river-lard.
red cooks of mead & diamond drakes will rustle after foods while cold baits sucksa blown veined lover- O, air snaps a sister nut as a bone of prayer
cups a buddy tit & fingers old hair.-.we ravel into minds: we cure a bedded blaze of bony bridle-men, & a doctor of rode stone has cut cars
concertinaed with robotic gay star-bars..oh, we sing for screwers as old-time Zen rends a bastard puppy from god-gems, &, as lost trees jam, then a bod of bins
slaps a swagerer against shitted limbs & outgraved odes to cellves hear lakes
lamming dronwners with labile bee-brakes.

what with some kind knickers cut overhead, sweet mice collonise stirred jacked bread & a sea of teats feeds a raven'd head: o utmost fatherings thread
hot cake with thrushes & what with whored pincers underneath pursed telephones, ~& what with sleep gardening cell-drones with loud wheat,-
we must hear a brawl of days shaking purpled rammers of visioned digitalis: ah, there is a statue on this green when odes to fear sea-hang a hag of keen
daddy witches.

wizened coldframes carry cussy curious Eden into bruised blue view where lost reasons Adam-lights a hill of scattering nightly Eve-skies
-this side of lost hills, i hear screens
dying like huge massed oak trees?

amen....

Never and ever, the japed jelled leaves of the stained Shaft us down Atlantic wharves O, never and ever, the stucco sidled streets of rain
Restore blown half-knitted raised bones, and old whores Shaft down, down, where the axes of the pyramid train
Daub drakes with sensory treacle. Ah, what now for the neural thrones of the peopled Verso foams and telephonic angels? – perhaps, where
Eglantine aped apricots will draw a beard from a stair Or do we dare and do we compare Clairaudient vaginal limpets with thinned ghostly hair?
The tidal prisoner within rivals after focal foetal Lip-clicking stone boundaries- the hirsute Babel Brooks bairns as infinite combed cradles
Rock just like a smoker’s sun.
Uh? One above a time, the blessed limey swiftness of the birds Slaps shits on swept wind, And the corners of the binned brought winged words
Back, back, and farther back to red-breasted natural curs. O, now I have read love’s palm, then I will smoke hot skin
And scatter salty game upon nesting febrile curves. Our business in a murdered cottage uses a genial Sotted sotto voce
And, as stony sleuth men reign after coasts Then blorting benching body bathers hear coasts Drowning romancers in blue-brained rat hosts.
And I have read tomorrow’s news, and I have caned caged slowed
Mast-headed Venus
Uh. And hanged time passes. Underneath a peculiar day, a diurnal body-grave Paints oodles of dandelions and dabbed daffs
And, under a sea’s arses, a pinioning pit of plumes and days Weep for sloes and elderberries. God turned to go, but at the exit, a spinning doorway rammed
The spun and never-relieving sun of the world’s unearthly genius And, slitted by kittens, a huge family pomme
Weeps for cloths and naked ladies. Uh, narrowing knocking budded chafing hooped town-drums
Sup a father’s green daddy dream bus
.
uh?

One stilled day when a sylvan silken patina of dead men Closed a broken door, then once inside a time, measurers of men Maddened a natural wood-puzzle of
brides and children And, lo, a heated sex-caller lit a fast gun and women Overflowed within darksome chasms and chicken
.
Now is the message of the fibrotic hyper lungs I beheld When once, outside a girl, wedded withered kittens Attended a daddy dude crust of green giddy gels
And the pistoling parasols of both height and hell Wring the bells with doom deniers. This side of a keen welsh moon, Celtic cavatinas will sell
Aryan Goidelic caps to bruised brains and country sea-shells
..
O

Tonight stands crying on a dark cliff. The star-rise of the kissed Seems dying, and, o, as we turn to go, then the adage of the pissed Peers inside guns and lives,
when once a sea of knives wonders after ever-splendid suburban moon-minds then our eagerness to overhear god’s lies
rises up, up against slewing sausage-paint and this ensign of tasty saints lams lithe slashed cunt and eaten rivers…tonight, under a city’s seat, pashed men ride for
a mean daddy dreamed greened gold war. Made naked, melodious parcels of plumes and puffs Chatter for arousing seizure-slips which kick dusts
And then moggies of a mental moon Shutters unutterable lodes where a belled star swoons Deep, deep down where a motel boom
Dips dolly faces in carmine menstrual eggers. Made sweet and rude, melodious bustles swish a duff Dilly duffle dog who rides from sleep as cusks
Claim cider from rotted apple-cusps O, as pigged eyes dam blue vision, then marks Suck endless eddies from drippings. Hard parks
See into nightly sex pillages.

Tonight stands under strange seals as ridders Ramble for a neon father, and, o, as blue bridlers Ride a coffin-horse, then Midnight stands under veined teals when a coda of liars
Sings the last lines of green gems and women. O, our easy business seems endless but lifted life lends Swift beads to lasered loped workaholics
The demon drafters of both day and night spend Diamante pirates with swung dead boats, and cold men Commands bleaching bool blades.
Unless we appear self-alarmed, unless a bed of tears parades After dippy salt silence Then the fawned thieves of one zillion male pore-plays
Will lash a languid tongue to slurred ants And blue bastardising baby boos blunt a bog ofUnutterable daddy sex cant
. La-la..
O how now have I read the loud depth of god’s blind genius. Oh how now have I shed Biblical sleaze when a testament of cat-kids rest Gunny goosed Escariots where a Jesus harness
Serves fish soups to old pigs and pugged fig-faces, and death Rocks a bald gibbon where a blown bitter bee-bulb treads A rock-expresser of puled salt wine
And the magical bel of times wrings napes and thefts And, lo, as regental boo-bens hear city lames Locking lousy lanes, snared neon palping debs
Drop cunt inside a penile pooler’s plebs. As a gemmed gorger of ghoul-god grips to sea-bread
Then Jesu under hanged roods
Stops and bends.

O where once endless spun ingles rammed a glimpse of Neon knifers, then a sun-ending sex-rekindling rose of loss Harries hissers with bobby brocks and brine-burned blued
Nude naked candle brut. The hams of seed Cram a cloned tongue where blind uvulas of horse mead Link intefusers with towns and criers.
Odes to Indian England hems gods into henna ghosts, and Leda Rides her swanny star where routed riders of the moon Drags dippy drawls from bitter bums and swooned
Deli drapes and mussels. The wired jaw of judas Christ digs arsenics into tunnels And, lo, as we ride from endless peds and cradles
Then candled crosser ken Crabs a fallower for daddy green gems and dauphins And I saw canny cabinets when eaten star-stems
Feed male masks to god and his masted Venus.

The paramour of a curtained grave hisses after Salt-thrown breasts and father O our business seems complete, and, loped, partners
Thunder-fuse natural dimmers with lamp-litters. As we turn and go, an inexorable mien of killers Claims doping dodgy dowers And the elbows of dolt-flowers jeer where rivers
Compress life’s bower within Dosed drays and bonny bone bins. La! We have come to realise that our lost issues
Contend a natural murder. We have come to magnetise our crushed values And, oh, when we come to pass a green giver
Then thamesward city fathers Will cut cold engines from statues. The tethering tawny teething rings of purdah
Bomb fuelled crypts and die...

 

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O surely on dun day I will find coastal killers, and, O, surely, under love’s hills we will hear lambwhites Racing against a country clock.
Words are worn on winnowed fingers: vinegar hock Will ram a fairy thumb when a jack of rot Strums a sugar vine, and the sodded star-slock
Fills for vialed vases. As the illegal farms of women slot Coins into loss Then a sun in a fazed cross crucifies the lot of
Brawled lamps and faces. Ah- this side of a bulled stall, gods Dream of a level world, And the teethers of tippling devil birds Cut a daddy doll from bled bolls
ooo. All dreamt days are negated..I have seen the blind bellstar of the rivers raise Impossible sea braids And then a sudden touch of winter lather
Worm-burrows under tubed mad grief. Too much of our life has been lived, Too many odd hours have been Vaunted with gossamer dreams
And the tunnels of our drooling year Implode.

You were lost and scented drams toasted Los and families. The breasted buttocks of buttery bodies Slashed swung song-birds with
Ecstatic talons, and the mean blow of the town Tracks graffiti with fallowed vandal-pounds. You were unutterably mine, - the concrete crowds Were glass-mauled within
Anonymous buildings, and a weeper in a cloud Observe adulous children crapping. I have seen you struggle with your world,
I have glassed you. Oh, A mental mind-vision hair-covers old fulfilment. And I dare not entreat the grave. Life is not near enough
Dug from dying, though, I reach out for true fear, And I dare not complete death. While out of sexy rain, the rippers of my mind Dream of rotted cunt-rain
And I dare not compete with death. And men in manses collect flavoured flowers. Dragged, a dilly green fruit-pet sunders
And I dare not complete feathers daubed mind folks find faceless soda
Drinking gas.

I dare not travel too far. In my mental eye, I always Lay sex-waste to dogs and graves O. Out of fierce hearing, I will appear to see day Lamping a sea-face inside soft glades
O. What with this mortal fire-grate yearning Breaks glad beads, then sex seems burning, O. Bright boozy blood shows us The best way to blind love’s husk
And ghost-gibs haunt swarmed pain. Tonight, of all nights, life’s wife sold her favourite fruit. O, I dashed a plum-stone at a soup-flask
And the pleasure-whirring bowel of glass where roots Raped a lady liquorice with bulbs and glass Brightens a glass-bowl where rotted dates succour
Blood-blinded gobstoppers. Underwatered, a green daddy bus dyes a dry house With giddy mean vaginal clit-cried
Sizzling salt peaches. Tonight, of all nights, light’s Christ will snap fruit. Ah, eyes lap locks from faeces as a shop of brute Bathes a baby in an adult bath-.
The hair-greased bared hairbands of the past Test for an oiled latrine And, uh, I have overseen such sadnesses of breeding
And I have undertoned such roman rotted steam
O. The lazy leader of Mount Zion hears rafts Sailing off into A magneto’s engine-ooze And the labellers of the colour true Storms dying murdering mind-maidens
And sun-stricken skies pass on by as broods Slacken for the fire.

For it must always seem that the fruit-bowl we made Curries after ashen waxed blades O as wicked apples sully pears with graves
Then picking pear-pluff will mac a lay with Teeming toasts and rammed rose-figs. And I dare not muffle god’s kids, and I won’t kid Good God because
I miss the idylls of a time when jesus died for pigs, O. The damsels of a plastic soul close Whipped eyes and dummy factories, La. We enter into sand
We swagger for summer, and a winter in a car Writhes from driven Mars And, uh, as a candle under pepper sneezes after
Dames and dollies Then pruned bud-soap must see Father Praying for top-of-the-pops…

Underneath a chiselled ledge, I saw the riding dead Digging bolted graves O, when once bad bodies yawned, then Dazzling moping lays Sucked peach-stones with fluted mouthers
And opening sex trades whip tipplers when Versos vamp veering nodes. While snorting lackadaisical oil, a vixen under lodes Lipper a lemon foil for strawed thunder-troves
And then backers of a walnut-pickled life Ignites pushed prams with spoils and Christs. And do not visit love’s grave. She is not there. She did not die for braves
And she dare not die for another. Inside a cherried fog, we hear belled trees Mowing sylvan soda from gins and glebes And you and your scalded lips cry out aloud
And then misled cats of cranny war Leach to a fountainhead And the felinity of the warred turns Prison plots and thunderheads.
O I will heal youths with pyres O I shall sear kids with lies And then, once rapped in a cave, we will ride Far back home when Our distant dilly daring love expends.
Dark dogs move as a night ship dies.

Inside a crisscrossed chapel and a church, I oversaw Pornosapphic saviours attempting to save Wide eyed witnesses to a sea of seesaws And, o, I do not dare to visit god’s guilty grave?
And, forever snapped by air, a countess in a saw Slices giddy cock-clawed Bled brigs and guilty heaven’s
Buggered butter-beads whose assaulted gardens Give crow-talons to gems and junkies. Outside a sex-cropped church and apple, I overheard Pornosapphic sailors exempting loins and ashes
And the giggler in a glam grippled after Laughed cages and funereal fume.
There is, inside a mind, a mental crock which reads
Idiot ingle books?

O my father’s mouth is Stopped dead. O my mother’s mouth is Sent to bed. A baby on the rise is Stoppered And spun wards ride Eyes and bodies.
Such flowers which Wither inside Will see lips
Burning
O.

In a bed of curves We sunder City slumber….As coiled grief Stabs Ponied cabs Then blue rubies Ride from Neon fishing, and Dyed daubed drams Toast Trees and lovers.
Uh?!

Inner dreaming dresses dust in naked dirt,Walnut faces wrinkle noses And then the vine-cut faces of the curt Gnarl a hot bed with chained roses
Oh. Old stone encaged in van-vaulted hymns Straps a silent lord within Out-of-perspective failures who swing for Veined bruised women ..
A small, green pug plops on pits as fishy war Brings beery harvests back home And, loaned, a cherry choker cracks, and bone Feeds a canine lion-
Underneath ripened sunsets, a starry sea of Zion
Drowns.

 

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For we must clad old colourful kids in tarry madam-macadam And then the tearing of kids Wrestles blue oils from foxy fizzy green madams And the powders of one billion suns
Suck-gnarled windwells. O, For we must clad cold killers inside a tarred sea-havens And we will rot for keen rivers And the skull-known voices of a dumb garden
Encases men and fevers in cold shives and harsh fathers,- O. When once a scrunching sea-city drinks its waves Then bended sea-bodies Must walk all tides where birds and spies
Stride oceanic sea-babies…A car-jaunted yellowed lip snaps a cat and Dogs writhe.
These vegetable veins I have dreamed must whip Gentle hands and heels; O, these terrible reels of salt film must see ships Sailing out where old wheels
Rock for concertinas And a clammy fist of time vaunts after Wrinkled wrestling masters, and grey fathers Divorce love’s hapless truth And then keeled cuts of faith wrest spoils from couth
Criers, and the daring dolly of drubbers Sex-clads coiled spools where rammed lovers Encase sickled sunsets within dobbed dugs and I espy a nightly bird car-cramming caverns under
Fast city tundra. Hashed by hot hotels, we warden for weevilled healers And the closed toads of a sea-town Drags fairy thumbs from dogs and moon-life
And here we walk a weary line as hell-lit sister life Dies for money.

Gone now to the ugliness of a fleshy flyover, I hear the sudden noise of a pissed hangover Staggering for a blue shit And, o, as curtains fail, then a natural killer Must surely slice eyes from bruised lips?
A sudden sallied acceptance of night and day Plays litter-ridden where the mouth-bound grave Points ferrules at imbecilic tree-towels And the killing body of a false mind disembowels
Hot spaces where closed faces Shit in the wind. O,- Twenty-two fingers vault against a vended rape And one billion heaped guitars Serenade god as banging angel-cars
Crashdown. As an angel’s car, named Abaddon, rode from sea-lights, Then a bad sea-star fell from midnight And the ashen roses of a sea of Adam
Stuck Aaron deep down where a shitted car of Christ Taunted roads with bodies. O.Where the fingers of sex vinegars leach to life Then thunderheads may well Disembody bolls
from washed miraculous laddies And we will ladder all sense?
O. Musk-strewn, we musify the operatic poor when Nude motorways silence neon bitter women And naked fellows of felonic foals Skate for optics as wind-swells roll
Darkness into rain. Oh, This side of a world is being painted with Loudmouthed baby-varnish And the roads of lady-cabbage cut all kids.

When made grim and unimportant, an ugly city-town Sprays slayed paint where bombed sound Howls inside sprawling trees; and as wasted town Taunts blinded teachers
And the suns of fathers vamp cunt as an urban clown Snips bright killers, O. Once interwoven with billers, a branched baby-bidder Sits and gleams for Old ides and ivory whores,
and, lo, as dreamed dawgs Undress dogs and fever then Casted kibbles create cunt-hens from cold women,-O. When once we are fist-felled, then grey children
Must climb city wards. We will shed some alligator tears. As cars career Inside the dead, then We will drink some crocodile beers; and a bill of men Must rot for Simeon
And the gullies of the gobbed and reasoned Hear youth call to age O. The slappy sovereign in a cage must Wrap wounds inside sweet age And then cabinets of the lied will fib for rage, and
We will share some sweetened bitter lust And button birds in blue turtle dreams. For whom do we sleep? Ourcellves? Or is it more That rest suffers a dreamed self which cannot arise?
Chidden men of Xmas wrap gifts for god’s bride And the malting eggs of sap sample Easter’s Sweet swilled shell-snaps.
And we will share some alligator beers. As cars revere Outside death, then we will gun-sear Drabbling fishy fear from vine-tilted wine-wilted
Poked pierced cock…

The wives of guzzled wort widen when Turds under cables cradle shits and pissed women And the covers of a private heron Hardens, and blown bodied beaver-boys season
Pushers in Haven. As we retreat, just like the sea, our town of gardens Digs for blossoming claws And the bagger of bauds bed-binds ravens
And a closed lime-lady Locks a maggot finger underneath moor. Oh. Soon surely to be rid of pap-girls, urban reasons must Spiral from a pithed chapped word where
Soft red mouths moisten men and gay prayer And, pounced, a parabola of peated poesy has snares And we must seem scared of evening?
Wet wives widen for clamouring dirtied sirens. Swashed spies soften Beached bombs and coarse guns, and Poseidon Bobs up from treed shroud-sailed Tautened sea-tigons, and we will harden
Swelled pigs in pug gardens. As a bended blathered bee-boss stings ravens Then muted modelled mead-moss
Pecks crows and peals off a blue cross.

When uninhearsed, I saw a bad kid fearing Deliberate stage-fright And, when once plays roll, I am crying? O, laden god has been a lucky boy O, his active lover has danced for joys
And the closed dramaturgy of a big boy Smooches in chiffon light. Uncoached, three dramatic towels touch again The felt lips of an infant song
And choral crypts carry crags unto swung rain And tipping histrionics. Owls under gaffers grit giddy thespians By altered radio Christ, and, la, cold romantics
Shape a Roman dream from A pantheon of pushing penile cunt-drums And sainted sable-summer strips for honey.
A sudden sliding sun of love sunders Barns and owls, and, o, as a knifer’s keen father Stalls old stone, then A sudden sliding gun of god sunders Burns and cowls. O this town of feathers
Tars bells with trowels And then green glint of a hover-bus bears towels Damply back home where a dill of fakes fashions Crows and mother.
Keen kenned grapes rinse hands in bread-wine And drunk foetal grinds Crapulent beer-binds And where once a vogue for wine lines Pockets of lime, then lemon stores
Spread tipsy tubers against thieves and wards And wardened guarder men Dig for obfuscated brolly men, and washed hens Don vodka-vision.
A sodden siren’s snooded summer sucks rocks as lissom
Speaks for whores and powder….
Ahhhh?

What the hell are we doing with our mind make-up?

 

130.

What with ancient tangerines in the yard & what with scented emptied nectarines made vast as skinned silence, then our keen eyes must Snap sopping stools of japed
Stung holidays & a stinking dream dazzles families & the sad crowd eats. O, the teeming owls of rape scar Back-bacon feathered with cars
& the swallowers of dogs & dead sleep drive a cunt into wet wheat & the sallied wrecks of wound heat ears live young to
Closing old truths. The endless jetties of the spunked & dressed lay river-waste where wind-wells blow. Deaths Dream of draggers & Yappers under fingers twirl for bruise-banged
Blind vibes & mallows. O, the renters of a wound sex-mess Massages modalities with drawn dips & we will call for anal sentinels & we will fall down, - & the boiled in eye-lips
Which shelter gems in mortar Suck anorexic teeth against fat-water & the bagged betties of a lost gun must Shoot buggers dead.Hot lunching lovers cook a false sea of eggs
O shot cunts with mothers Seal sex-cochineal when odes to cut pigs Dream of drovers & the sins of flava flip sweet coins when
Distant slowed leather trips Entangle blonde beers with lost men. The purpose in dying is to hear God Trampling minds into disease & God
Gives rawhide head to Dolly-dogs; & the seizures of women Ride, ride, ride Odes to kind imbeciles Sing for shitters. Bluesy cock-creels Die & nude brollies open…
The purpose of good death is to define Pictures, papers & reflective sex-wine & the son of good Has two men to give to Seizures & fitting blue minds.
Out where a spun soul rolls, we give dew A good masked face where wet shoes
Wrangle after socked feet Oh The purpose of hooked death is to refine
Odd portraits of dirty swingers & old bookers stock tureens
& we will find gills in latrines?

Wicked films of flava dig for sexy diamonds O easy kilns Cook visual pots & feinted sirens Ring a tocsin bell…When once a tree of sprigs seals old films Then affirming pornography rides
Blurred bits & painted suicides….& we have come again to a toppler & we have heard again about Radio sadness; -
.
The purpose of people is to Form felons from public view?
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131.

oo as desultory maidens cure gaols with cellves then a teeming eye may shoot the mind moon, and, laquered, a mind in clay will shoot sex and, plumed, give head to a dead T Rex
and, lammered, i saw a darter far at sea making evil fishy faces just for youth and me La, a cavvy car comes comforting cut beliefs
and a model vagrant fills us with salt sheets the hangers of sweet heroics sunder sleep the drammers of sweet planets
cum gusting across a veined bow when heat carries dapplers aside hot slapped sleet and a bath at sea crashes: O, a bedded sleeve sunders dreams
and as faces flow, then we will use demeans to shatter body-bait. oo a desultory mind-maid turns gold keys oo a refactory masked maid
gets swollen with locks as a tidal grave stops for love

a faceless factory on the moon yields buzzy wives a macer, made blood-free, sunders neon brides o, as slavers snap leas then saucy baiters of Aladdin come shuddering
and, once slavered, ghostly guns shoot skies and a waker under deaths draggle for sties a faceless factory in the rain yields busty brides a mazer, made god-free, sunders urban tides
o, as slaters snip teas then baiters of Paladin come quivering ..oo de golden ass once capered, lays holy bees upon shivering peppers. back home, where the dreams are wailing
ole coal-blue desultory factory on its sides drops dives..oo as desultory maidens lead vines to waters then a bastardiser, sirened, cry out for porters
and an impossible spy sees under wode as a daddy in nine eyes feeds evil treacle to tithes and a bull on a cliff sunder ravens and a doll on a cliff sunders seasons
o, as faceless fathers sweat for mummas then easy patrons to lovers slide into torn sleep

a fazer in a lisp shoots lips with demons a raider under disks shatters; and a bone-blower uses fists to extemporise gals with sirens o a cavvy caged whore cuts alarums
and a dog at sea serves bullers to teas when coffee-creeds swerve, then kiss.

as a boned bad blow-fly serves dads to reeds then a stoned sad flown sky sears ants underwaters; then a cunt on a cliff drops like eyes when
dummy suicides appear under old gems; and a naked eft uses fish for stiffs; and a nudist in Penge dollops dudes across meshed birth
a fazer in a kiss craps on blithe lips where dazzlers of maidens sunder minds with hair and, lo, as faces move then latent spaces groove
and a massive mate to screws uses air to summon hands from radios

Uh. oo as olfactory pussies pee under wine then easterly writhed hussies come showering buds with grain: Minds melt; and, cowered, dubber's rain cuts the noise we tread?
oo as olfactory ponies dam saddlers then a romantic equine horse may well hurl donkeys from hard streams and, rein-rode, suns shoot dun screens
Ah, as weepers shed milk-wheaties then deifiers will scutter and, lo, ill butter must dream for tins; and radioers of robberies
must send old dressage to mule-men and a kelpie digitalis sunders women?

dizzy dappler men slink aside chinese champagne o, easy reason men flow, just like a mad man flows: gardens come sharing blues with raisins and a doubling heart sends cats from
a cherried country suite and a fascinating mind shoots peat as a kelpie mentalis dons fast traps then a dummy sea of suns hears a draggler drowning: old guns
hiss for bullets where navels creep from divine hair: drums sunder heated scum
and a woollen baker shaves demons from burning diamate oo a goofy bed glows when diamonds drool for entreating walls; and closed minds rain
adown drawl

O..there in the darkest day, i saw a penny lover made cruel as a female wound o, when once i dug graves under fathers then my eager hearts gets hit by tombs
La, a daggerer of carts crisscrosses men and darts as a nude warrior uses skin then charts shower emeralds with dunes and eyers of denial weep for grey tunes
there are darksome days where i use a coded heart for a sun and, oo, as nude walls fall, then guns will most certainly shoot gassed rooms
and a parent to root rots: and woollen butcher-baker..
there are massive days: o these dear crowds must surely sit across navy lips; and mental sun-slits will rotate across old miracles

the sun yearns like the moon: toilers use baked latrines and a wallah in a vest dons tailors; and, o, a shouldered desk dreams of poet trees.
ah woollen wide wolves prey upon a dribbly bat and a horse downstream uses guns to shoot roarers dead. ah, woollen wives
widen for blue directions these are my mallard days: these are tendless days when cagers may well drive Mars into lasers; oh, eyers swell
oh, lovers swell oh, mummas swell; and labia grins.

several dashy deluges cut a rainy place ,-o, easellers, sphinctered, cut a bone-face, and a weeper, car-splintered, dodges dabblers o evil mashy confusers sunder razors
and a daisy-heart culls Woman? severers, rodded, arise too see lace come surrendering geese to red space and a tippler of the hour
gathers dust; and a trickler in de flowers races for an idiotic cellar where wynded husks get choc-fed to towelling buttered early-moving merchant classrooms
and the hornetted wasp-feated sun searches derierres with twixed lungs o, pickly pickler penises
use bruises for sex-exgesis.

several dashy deluges cut a veiny pace with swift prats and harnesses o, as meadows swirl then mental guns glower: tinsellers, dramatised, use guns
to shoot the fangs of catty serums. severers, sodded, swank after cases. sweaters, codded, dress in mazes. witherers, budded, hiss for bases: power
gets lynched from deniers. swifteners, pinched, pincer after fingers
and a dogdayer, damselled, accuses a mind-sward of crowing in the utmost televisual dark: crowners stir cane-curates with loaded dumb birds
,- closed chases after bladed burrs succour nanny nut from sweeteners ,-closed matrixes collude with collonades
and, thrushy, a limey lemonade has to

gut bread with saccharine and rude rotted tocky toffee coffee cakes:
oo down in the blind valleys, waifs sweep zioners from mountain mouths: coded napes cough for green shields; and a street of pus peers aside crates
and coded beery musks shoot Orion till blood heeds cusps.

 

132.

once upon a mind in a furled duel world, my spinal soul served loss to curls and, laid, sexlessness sunders plumes from wrecked worlds
ah, an unearthly frightened girl gets squeaked inside nineteen tides: lit shoots a poet tree..hah,- bakers of butchers swig pips
and mallard days reel from radios. O. way down in god's faked gallery, dunny oily arms come fissuring after canvas droves. way down in love's fast alley, baby charms
surrender lubes to lobes and a doctor in de mist dare not heal any and a daughter in a topped tryst layers lotuses with blow flies and troves
these are my mallard days where Rhodes leads canny Cannes to a sovereign gourde-smile,- and denyers weep for jules and decriers sleep; O, a laden flyer dials
a cellared cellphone with fairied clock-cones

and a mental hero goes leering afte' de dark and a feinted yoyo, gone child-wild, sends soft kiddy screws to parks and, not yet dead, easy family chairs listen to bed as hearts
awake in a scullery and, scented, grannaries dream of darts. there are tablets in the clearing that park a daffy dame in the fast dark. there are veined lips made puckered: La,
when bread men kiss then a listener to breadfruits have to carve canned sweet fizz-jazz from
bullet towels. o way down in god's fake gallery, goofy alms lend lady tithes to tocsin bells. o way down in love's eyed ballets, hoofy cells get gristening
and a laden mouth warps for drouth as farms flow from rapine wheat-sheafs: O, dells get fed to crisscrosses
and wheated bays use a bath for a lucky-palm

twinners of dumb waiters don flooded founted flowers. rimmers of spun flavas don mowers. riders of spind papers don bursters. bridlers of spun pepper murder
wedding rice; and the messy mind-fever under lost dinted tooth-powers send duked dames to killer sleep

O. endless vast humans come donning bloody mind-stars o, trendless caged ravens grasp to glass and a dunny disney child smiles aside dreamt glass
and a lively girl combs god's hair in rear-view mirrors. endless vast humans come rushing as blue moon-cars grip to handed satchels
and a bath at sea surrenders deaths to youths: candles get stuck days deep in a man's dead arse and, lo, coopers of model kitchenettes drag for de past.
endless vast humans come rapping as they use papa to rend dufflers from lungs oo mentalis, drummed, digs ashes when odals, come sweeping bolognese from glasses; and lepers
hear, near ole madam graves, a city.

nodules found in songless throats have to deify a brutalism; O, soffits in sweet boats climb to sleep; and a coda king sunders denied bodiers of mown suburban motors
and, napped when naked, servers to bloaters slide damagers aside nukers..nodulers, calf-found in songless boats, have to deify a neutralism; O, summits, slated, use de mind
to extemporise bruisers with painted cisterns: wine rummages inside fat lanes where a car-crime drives where killers drive
homeward..nodulers, ground down, swing for heat when pies get fondly scat-fingered with whinneying scum-cries and a bat found in ginger
has to cut piers from spindlers; and coaxers, stunned, hasten to brighton as hastings roves aside drakers and easy wavey treasure - the shimmey-seaweed causes boats to close
all freezing airs when out of season
O

nodulers, river-raised, sing for a whistle-cat as models, porn-upraised, swing for trans-fats and a personificator of a dead word will bra-snap bulgers of beemen and deaths in gallowing shadow
and easy tinny teeny men drool
O

vast fat dromedaries abuse venal vaguries with sharpening plants & bright caper-knolls. o catters, made mad, study leon feet as cribs booze with caned keen jesus
and, modelled for Kaplan, lefties lean inside a trader of socialist gun-rests and, oozing by, when radiophonic clap-deaths come comforting a bad fall
then egits who sermonise dragging sex-stalls claim coffee cupboards from eager baby-brawls

eyes have been blinded in the country when a distant lotus gets eaten in salt rain eyes are led to minded skin when aping pain sunders a crocus with soft mind-mains
eyes have been guided after droll will-fed stars and, lo, as instaneous hero-stars come home, then bedazzlers, mined, dig for a dog and bone
glued gemmies loop glues into scrapers: domes get smoothed aside hoofs and in a hocus-pocus keen factory, venal boots
carry cashiers of co-op monkeys when dukes dollop daft dolor on a tabler near ironed puke, and eyers may well teeter as wideners may nuke
all deaths, all disease and all sensitivities; Luke

crafts Matthew, Mark and John from Sainted Lucas and de bibler's fiction-dictionaries

Uh? ahhhh men

 

 

133.

.. as a miner after souls cases bells in bines then bad bison sauce may well break the moon apart .o,- when cold lakes cry then ocean highs may well shape a star from a heart
carters of windows use hands to mop green-headed doorways: and loss leans against the lamplight and coded saints sunder midnights
as a miner after souls cases cells in wine then softeners must trip and a layering mind-machine uses dirt to swash hands around silt o a player under marines uses dirt to
sink seas under silk and a valley of blood listens and a gallery, drugged, must glisten
carters of widows suss knives: men piss across the pitched dark-ark, and a venal hen cries as blue farts get cut by knife-clothes and a daddy mind dies as she slows

directly down...

as a miner after cold cuts across a kiss then chaplers, shut, spiral under mind-sluts ..o,- a naked nude cries for trysts: butts go mad and a model madam nurses the sad
and a modern sea-hand swims for a midnight day when easy cock-crags dream

as a miner after cold cuts across a kid then applers, crushed, will surely swerve where light can't break or shine: o, we weep as we get luscious..oo a nuclear fever hips to a bed-beat
oo a fluid killer, snapped, swells up; and diallers of laps use meat to hammer bone to trapped cats oo a nuclear fever hips to a bed-sheet. ssssss..
as a miner of flowers digs for fawn then ideal rapists, scoured, use porn with ideal coated tongue and candy bed-drams; O, hanged penile stone-brands clop to a mad-hearse-beat;
and, once along a mind, piercing peering wynds sunder chairs.
and a model ogler, stunned, feels after prayer and a sodden sidler, drummed, gun-spirals after hens when a catty cunt-care careers down live steps
and a sodden heart hisses and a sovereign heart caresses dunes

oo a nuclear fever jacks all fathers then rooms must send old mansions to sleep and a bark on the moon hereby shaves ships from grey-green cocoons, and a hollowed vein
gasps; la la,- a daddy rapped in nurseries uses a damager for a focal seizure: monkeries dress down: rivers scutterer and, liced till dead, feelers of masters fleas from doggy musty menstrual pear-matter
and a model opener, mooned, gives bum to a dazzler of mailers and some suspect males, trailed, cuts flava- Ole cods shake
Ole gobs awake; and a brooded broom-snake serries cherry-air till killed

a burial on a burned chair carries cunny west la la, feral cum-lungs use Mary and a wife at dark dapplers after baby: desks get toppled by renal doobies and, once spunked, a naked memories tisk
after slow sparrows..

o-la! a model motorway uses cars for junk,- La! focal photographic sea-monks get clad in canny dirty habits; and men in filthy cars carry denuders far West: Oh, slitted carves
corrode when carrion stiffs send dammy dreaming pappy to sex cards.

jammy jumpy clappy nappies send cots to sleep .ohh a catted crayon, snipped, uses pens for meat and, oozed, canyons, stripped, use dens for sleep
o, ideal ogres don giants when eaters of blue meats sunder stores with cruel dressed sounds and, eyed, a man in grids drizzles dirt across dust
and, wived, woman, lipped, jostles after gloom.

jammy jumpy clappy nappies send cots to wheat .ohh a ratted season of poppin poppies rends stewed mind-ruin: Lasers in lobbies reap dummy dames from westend druggies
O, a naked nooser knits bines to waters; and pappies pull upon blood sisters
and a model mind-masser sinks silts into timers o a sodden heart-beater sinks milks into grinders summons faiths from old hired trees; Oh, makers
show pillars to caterers of sweet tea a jumpy jangler-jailer joshes when cold life heaves deeply down, across a puced pumis mind-baker

..
the ideal droolers of pure sex must laugh across the spewed voids. the easy poolers of furred sex must sunder summers with wintry lust; and a bird at sea must
murder beds with lyons and a tiger-mine digs for catters when oceans under dust come spattering bats; O, a bended hen lays boiled musk
and, once spoiled, blind poacher-pens leer for orion

ideal paraders, plumed, peal obsessions; and odd dusk dragoons for petering feline Peter Pan and, once routed, bats on a stage sire seraphs from tusks: oo, as timed bombs bind towns to implosions
then carnivorous minds must show fens to ole explosions and a dangler in sheet rain
must shimmer as we shimmy in coded skirted sky-stains

o a model mind-masser melts for skin: Loud beds outdoors sunder dreamy recusance and a father in a screen floats off down blind streams
and, loaved in Mars, weepers whose milk-nippies kills carves will stop

now..

 

134.

pearlers of plumed passions feed docs to scrapers. odlers of mooned missions lead crocks to snappers. eaters of mind-prisons cede locks to gaol-snippers. o a naked nightime uses piss for rock; and killers
crash down around daddy dodgers..pearlers of plumed passions feed cocks to tapers modellers of smooth mansions hereby serve sanders to plectrums; and rakers don a dreary cosine
for use of death in a flint-mine; oo a dad at sea cherishes drowners when slakers scatter sweet seas across a valley-earth
and, la la, a matrial cross uses minds for floss: birth star-bridals mien when coded candy queens mete gabblers to children. ideal purple parades pee under fablers; Oh, traders
sell up as shops shut down and, lappy, a blood-red town saunters after tricklers and, happy, a moggy clown drinks salt sea dry
and herods, child-strapped, supper for evil scribes pearlers of plumed mansions feel for the Nile,- a bedazzler in a crypt sunders reels when stiles
lead beaten limbs to easy ramblers and eyes may well breakdown and spirallers will surely crown a bay of smiles

the cramplers on a clean cliff cleanse old sounds the shacklers under keen lifts get swollen on the stairs; and a baker of ground grinds easy tea to coffee mush;
and, lo, as babied dudes hush mummas then ash will surely come burning at death's wards. pearlers of pluperfection panda to an open car pealers of lubed defections
must suffer eyes as tidal blokes bend for carved lady-sewage and cigars in streams glow, just like a village, and, oh, a waker in de snow stows duckers
in balded caves. cramplers on a keen cliff loosen rilks when brine tramples bends with neon wine oo a baker of denial gets fed to timed grey-vines
and a giddy tune swings where gas grinds
dizzy patrons to purile nuked lime
and eyers are forced open?

o we get unopened beneath a tearing easy pyre o we get star-tokened and a rainy mind-evening sunders mien with fires and we leap aside a gassed fire o, born to mope, a gasket on a gun gets wired with
impassable passives and forcer under stapes staples cochleas to
ear-ringed loud missives

and we get spoken for by madam macadam and oo, as falons fake sex-tides and when england goes sindling down a hearsed remand then a blooder of a scream
soldiers after panters; Oh, a forest of tangerine snafflers for veiny arse-yarns.
these are my mallard days when i jack de coast these are my mallard diamonds la la, whence wicked tenches fish for ole ropes
then a dangerous wench wolfs down wedding rings and, eloped, a spreading of ringlets forces rope
to bath-strangle all towelled bangles.

Ah, once upon a mind, my flickering heart brought fairy wisdom to a weathering chart Ah once aside a mind, my body under carp
collonaded bluesers with plowing lippy marts
and an oval sodden glazier
dons broken glass as glass breaksdown: Lights
get shat upon; and a salad gun shoots alarms with lapped chewer's gum; and a major sun hoots from de moon.
o we get unopened beneath a tearing easy pyre o we get car-awoken and a dad at sea sunders wavy ocean potions and a dad of beads gets drumming across desks and table-weeds
ah, a native to prams uses baby-buggies for indigo infants and the evil curls of gassed whores and a lady island
scatters demons where african goddesses
store diamate in hair

the daggerers of doomy deifiers cut rain from a magic spastic sun-castle the wiveners of glooming tar-fever uses mussels to widen parisian meals with cochlea
and a spayer of de fuhrer drinks to mussels and a prayer for de fuhrers scutters adown a bed-spread
the beaders of denial's drag-bone: nailers shut a goofy shed within a damsel's thrillers and a fantastic gooseberry girl glows as she chews a cherry; O, worlds
here meet in boats where many rivers
whirl and whirl

the papers tell of peppers the shakers tell of lepers the pealers tell of letters for a crime-moon
and we will get cabin-chained
to a cabinet cold that bleeds our heart?

the leapers of leprous wisecracks saw mentalis from robes the reapers of wisecracks saw mentalis from cloves, and a strapped pug in the trees
go flowering down the dead as if fed by humble bees and a stationary nude train sets alight to sleuthes as madness in a naked skein
shoulders kites with comedies oo, leotards with capers, splashed, leap across mites as catty canes whip woollen ferine sleepers
across fallowers; and a kitten mosque heeds Allah
and a picture on a fiction-cross
dribbles

eyes entertain the dead where purple paraders suffer wintry summers from xmas-easter tunes and a pomander in a gun
shoots fish to fished bits and a leader of laddies scales hope up a green rafter

bellies, water-broken, scry for female oils; and fathers jack green greasy genoa; and a bulging mind-boat causes oars to leave rivers
under blooders of heart-dope ah, a finite eagle-regal storms soap with lather-leopards o bellies, water-broken, scry for a moon vixen when
dabblers cause tidal earth to give birth to bison bends this side of the dead moon-sun, a serum for u-bends
gets salted; and a penile woman sears mussel-mien with daddies and corpsers
ah, a sidler of demure iron presses daffies with pens
ah, a sidler of decorous lyons
pinion dog-doctors with punctive rosettes: Orion
shelters bees in Zion..

the shielders of sauce sheets come huffing birds for a scrammy mind-shaper the reelers of gorse sleep god-varnishes herald boys with easy crown-keeps
and castlers, caved, flume as reapers sound a hollow skull for a holllow brain
and the giving dead grasp to sown flour when a daft cake is baked for de slaughtered hour: sin sindles under snakes
o a riven raggler romance-rapes blinding mermen and a daffy child
gets spread for seagulls...

the sinning desembling sun cauterises fates with a dragger of spoolers and laden bitumen and a butterer in england drinks to nine seasons
and a shoveller in island causes celtic God to heal all time's red bird: garlands
glower as they flower?

moths invent a new flown sound from mad molten buttterflies that get cherried in the burned
sea-ground....

 

135.

alien placements shend burial mounds from the eyeless teaser of duped deaths and grande mal mad males and a slutterfly, swallowed, leases loss to winged salt-sails
and, oo, a trancept under fleeces force a wild world to rail. moths invented a new flown sound: deleterous saviours sound a wicked wombed wall with trackling candles
and rude wide wastegrounds hunt times with angels: towns car-create a new road-state when
heavenly bone-baits use chicken reels for catching women. when divine liberty looks for a graveyard door, mental mess
hits to a cremative beat when divine family looks for a graveyard whore, mental death hits to a demented lover
and a toad of war widens for a new wide amphibian and a god of scores sirens after renders of cruel wet religion.
when divine entropy sunders clasped adhesion then control loosens mien into divine enemies
and, o, a fastener turns a petrol face where
limesy leap from a mangered plenury; and watery air
sucks plaided cattlers with lips and fairy tongues

the sadness of this dyed world spins to a dog-groan...

a river in a salt moon swelters; O, midday must soon slide apes into lunching sweaters; and a mouse at sea swerves across cock-deltas
and the hands of March sunder soffits with welters o a cafe christ, made gold, starves o a starved mite, made old, carves closed shelters
and, la la, mad men at sea swallow herbiage
a rider of a sweet room sunders; O, mad tombs shape deniers from knicker-satyrs, and a daisy dad-spume thunders after fingers..
a river, shended, bends across seashores when prisers of cheap ceilings dance till cold England drops bone on wine; and curvers gut reasons.

when divine entropy uses sails for hands, then wakers of wheat-fields scar-break; and diners under yields use reels to romanticise boats with women
La, a doctored owl pokes pig La, a dotted sow soaps kid; and a named seal drags dirt down. uhh...
when divine entropy uses vales for bog-hands, then wakers of slept slippy fields star-shake deniers of lyon men; and fast women
drop all pregnancy.

as we get seated in a lost tree, then coded Zen must rot, just like crazed bees. as we get defeated, a natron of trees uses men to widen wax into flowers
o a laden natron, oozed, scours a nut for leas and, la la, a carrier of booze lambasts decrial
and, la la, dragglers of pure soap sunder teas where sylvan yearlings use old yoyos then a droll drooled changeling
summons dust from evenings; and gold fens get scattered across candies and a baby bonce embodies sad kids under
blown fetes where men move

homeward...

markets under tea-stalls sell cooky cake to lovers o, parapets, under walls, sell nooky to raped fingers and a bath at sea sunders deaths with reelers; and,
dune-defiled, a mother of myths shows fablers to dreamers.
where sylvan cherries glow, then choked pap car-abuses moon-boys with eccentric sex-traps and a laden monkey
laces apes to sleeves and stoning dens weave skin from vein-caps

o a fathered amateur sun-smile uses heat to lay dizzy waste to easy budders and, cased, we lead family to burs when truth
comes scampering and, la la, peasy paned blows suck rubbers and, ah, me and mentalis cry after grubbers

markets under sea-stalls sell hooky cakes to a dunging daggering coffee-caping seed-calf.

monstrous accusers of losing faiths heed a bodier of venal wine o couplers with hooters use gins for weeds and a babby on a mad line
uses a daddy drooler for a mind and we see weird screens inside the mind o a fader in a dark boat sails for death; and a local loser, spined,
hips to a jacked beat. where sylvan berries glow, what now for a buttered space in a parted heart-race
but a rainy shamed world? Ah, i have seemed all right with girls
but now my sense of earth has laced
eyers into rubbish

monstrous accusers of losing faiths heeds a bubbler of renal brine and a holy jammer of a mind-mine must feed drizzlers to seasand; and dust
must surely writhe under sawdust when

cold hearts quake..

easy rubbish on a false hill causes hands to shake. o, easy fists strike lost heels and a dummy dreamer, dropped, use minds to
don cold anal plastic seals. And, glassed, drakes sharpen harps when sky died.
where sylvan valleys burn, then fatal wives will surely sear a way to carve denial and a stoney walk-way sinks tea into ice: drills
grow loud when men deck such radios gals desire; and a dairy demon
washes caves in cocoa kits.

easy riders of lyon litter force eyes to break o giddy ghost-men scatter gorse across saucers; and a lea-and-perrins sauce
cascades across a capsized table and, made bare, a greying ocean guts apples...

where dying galleries show haloic false paintings then all cool boys may look at the easelled air .o crying red memories shower sinks with hair
and a daddy demon shows cagy sirens to bafflegap and girl-girths in five seasons

easy rubbish burns when gold dweebs snare oatmeal and naked heirs
and a coded rubber-band carries sex to prayer
ah, a silly scissor-soul

snips dick as heart-limbs fall from blue birth.

 

136.

where crying monkeries use a nun-bed for a mind i use a dummy cruise to noose guns la la la, a roamer under Roman walks as he dies
and, with skin, i use a dummy dude for wives and a sodden scream cusses dust with suns where a lady-leaper leaps inside god's blind
o a lazy leopard lives for love o a crazy leopard loosener loves all God; and a nuker
serves burns to crisps

where crying monkeries use a gun-bed for a mind i use a dummy dice for a knocked gun la la, an aroma of lost men gives gas to summers
and, ah, where winters blow then, paved, sweet parchments, slowed, crow for ideal gals and boys; and eyers hitch hurtled moors
way back home, where loud songs are wailing

easy rubbish burns: an eagle under flights walls a dizzy weaving eyrie inside the stars of balls and we watch romancers
and we sadden as we cower beneath traders

O, a bastard egg gets shattering O, a naked bed stops dreaming and, once fried, a sunny egg-soup will savour
rockers of a smoked drum

Lah. easy locations where a fat mind feeds a fat head must hereby end o, hotels on the moon must, once burnt, shed a naked motel across sold friends
and a naked pelt comes crying for gold bread and bacon, case-blended, gets buried in lead
easy locations where a fat mind feels a fat bed must hereby fold ah, when mammy mentalis grinds reels, then red
mined urchins may well sunder piers and cranes; and a laden heart-skin must certainly breakdown

O, a bastard egg gets shattering O, a masted egg gets spattering; and old friends get together under chattering and weevillers may well prance on darjeeling
and, soaped with cells, we wil canonise the killed.

easy locations where a fat mind feeds a fat head must hereby grind all stiffening reins with street-kelpies and meat-plebs uh a stationer whose hands tug lime
will get glowing just like a glow-worm glows; and an easy father leashes cribs to wine
.
O, a buzzard, withered, stirs lamb into poo
O, a gizzard, withered, stirs beef into poo
O, a wizard, withered, stirs leaves into stews
and eyes, rocking, use towels to dab screws

eh? the stirring study of a mindless earth will shout across a female flamingo. purring piggy whose rocking shot heeds oinked doubt comes layering pads with nannies
and we cough at men who lay waste to ladies the curing tide aside lies gets led to god's martian doctor and, once belled by pies, a cooker of porters
comes sindling and a bended venal binding belts cellves to a neon plague that cuts all breathing down

the circuting comic circus that murders clowns goes riding on a writhing carousel, and wicked woman weeps as she astounds
a cakewalk made from renal crowns and a dizzy slipper-man grinds suede teeth
and a weazy snipper-man
guts a fatty guzzler

O stirrings of expended sex-youth must reap a darter of a farter from ole legs and star-sheets and a dingo double divan goes writhing till tomorrow's sad wigwam
dams edams with fathers

these mallard days, slowly crying, must ram a rathing wraith aside closed sea-drams oo mallard gladers glister; oo mallard trades whisper; and odes to Mam
meld mad martyrs into saline England and gobby gassed evil gourami gulls ram forced blitheness
into softness: a blinder, hashed, uses deaths to serve dilators to sweet madness and a jazzy jacker of sleep
swerves; and bladders under birds break sense up
for masters of moles and rat-guts.

ah, a stirrer of belly-prison snaps muck across a crisscrossing station hah, a curver of delicate sons takes suck
to burners of idols and hollow sluts

uh.. drain-pipes curse all red rain: mad kids in a stormed plane come cuddling births with flown heroes; and a caddy caddis craft washes hands in ponchos

drain-pipes, enhearsed raise lightning from blue nooks and, studded by a heart-horse, blinded dressage hooks
grey seizures from dads and epilepsy

o a cosy crooner crashes baker with a meaty beaker swills ox blood and champagne

the summer sun as failed: we use the gasfire all year, and, uh, a parader of vales sunders shells with pretty snails,- and a holder of tears

races down to a mind-hocked sex-sea; and men fear all of the livid waving dead: and fotal faces get pulled from tears.

 

137.

rivulets of fierce rain cram cloned clouds around minotaur mirrored indolency, shaven, campaigns for gods in factories, and the Ides of crime sink caesars under comic leaders
and a doll in a spine slinks across special spectral wine: and a reflexive bone shivers
rivulets of fierce rain cram daisy guns around craze spillers and, oo, a cat with a cane buries bionic murderers when a dangerous mind-cockatoo sends iconic cunts to kettlers
and a mental star
cries for sweet rain

O, indolent instantaneous Aladdins snap a gut as stains glow, just like lost semen glows O, indolent indignant heart-cabins show veins to crows
O, anancee washes his spider-mane: truth dodges country anancee gets gutted by gossamer arachnids and, love-diced, a conic tapestry in dizzy halls use clothes
to grind mind-magic down to bitten pus

O, a spidered mite hisses in de meadows O, rivallers, spiked, caress spheres when oddness robes duke-damed shakespearoes in hot shadow: massive crusts
cause boned jeery moggy Man
to shower dogs with pure rain.

anancee washes his spider-mane: truth dodges counties anancee crashes; and a tar baby found inside ole dairies must swing for spun webby wolverines
O, we weevilise tides
O, we vandalise tribes

and cobra cosined fears drive madam macadam under nested arms where termitic locust-fever lays buddy mates across green genoas: closed thunder
lops a fearing fayreground with evil fingers
and a dolted evil-dive
gets fucked up by lumberers

O, we weevilise tithes
O, we candify soft cries: And coots sit on a pyre where a lover of laddy Lot snaps a book of Job from opened bedlam windows: hair
gets coated in rice when a woman with no blue hair
has to comb christ's false hair
and weepers weave wolverines from thinning mind-hair

o, intimacy, slowed down, comes peering into drowned sons and as god's son fades, then deriders in the park march
aside darkening glades

infinite merry-go-rounds arise from fires underground o, ole family scours Downs and a fitting seizure-town causes empirical sea-sounds
to sermonise bodies with drowners

and this side of decay, monstrous heart-entropy will send soft scissor men to caged long ladies fingers: hills
summon dogs from birds-nests
and a cat at sea uses guns to shoot breasts: cold dills
sink cables into thighs

i have come home today to find a diamate of a mind made stiff with cocky veinous candles and a daddy stiff spins ermine into angels; and rills
get stuck inside a sunset rill
..
drillers cum drooling millers cum puling builders cum stoning crazy masonary with spooling ideal rectal walls
and a punctive mall hits to a bed as a god in a stall
shaves cunny salt-dry
and diviners of feelings stamp on closed darjeeling
and a wanker in the sky truckle across blue ceilings

drillers cum drooling millers cum puking burners set alight to nets when a dizzy mind-pudding snips blue slippers
with haloers; and a bender in a blithe tomb uses kippers
to feed genius mice
and rattlers feed gaoled christ

and i will undermind a walker in a head-granary and i will father-mind a small mumma's swift bunny mind; and i will mother-mind all drawl
and senses take to weave a face from Agnes Eve
and frenching snakes cede stations to cased teas
and men and escort gather up the teas; and brawls

send defectors to wet sleep where a dolted arse weaves a sweetener to wheat where a bolted mask
comes marrying mods to strange kiosks

Lah.

this fierce earth has no core to divide this soft verse has no law to despise; O a laden weekend sunders love with eyes and, defined by men,
sweepers under weepers widen aside sky. this fierce earth has no core to devise
this mad verse has no claws to revive O, a laden weekend sunders god with knives; and a balded birthday shoots the rain
ah, a stirrer of belly-prisons uses pain to cut deniers with two twinned hands;
and, la la, weepy wildness drops sand

this fast fierce earth has no core to despise this hot latent world-voice hastens to familial lies; and a daddy moon
send starry suns to sleep and, o, as weepers ride then eyed rooms may well tauten
this fast fierce earth has no maw to deride. la, this dreaming mind-kingdom sunders jacking jammers with treason;
and a boated farter, veiled,
grows, just like a baby grows

this fast fierce earth has no christs arise this shot biblical earth has no fans to use; and gloves in skies sunder nations
and a daisy mien nooses ole natrons
with a dizzy dummy bay

O, a pig in sow-jail has to use plums to feed cattlers; and a dizzy plunge has no fingers to extol and a dippy dawdler sips on guns
and evil riders write across lungs

Ah.

this pluperfect world when a lay down my head has to listen to the livid dead la la, when faces grow, then parents to ole bread
comes sleeping O a candy heart dons milk sweets O a randy calf feels for silk when closed wheat
sunders cranes with cliffs
O, a cow in a bull-gaol seizes minds from heat and, expunged, a doll wheezes and, la la, idiotic mine-malls mine for sleep
and a motile brown hotel hisses where a cavvy child gets killed.

this pluperfect world when i lay down my bed has to piss across a dairy-cask and, made salt, weavers of glass kill thread.

 

138.

wiveners of a wide child has to comfort all carrion o, ripplers of a mind-child has to jam dogs; and bowering smiles use ovens
to ignite burned cake and, lacquering snakes, weepers shed limbs for a driver of de fairies
O, a cow in a blue cage seizes suns from locked lavvies; O, a crow on a nude stage sizes naked rage as a bended horse-play raises
handlers of musk across old age and, once minted, dramatics get treated by
holy blessed ebonies

wiveners of a wide child has to comfort all carrion o, writers under storms use bin-pens to strike pencil-fawns: And corn
gets ridden upon and acid, stunned, causes mentalis to form
a planet of a puller from a greasy sky-dawn

weepies must truss a crisscrosser across porn o even dusk must trust all sexy mind-heaven and a lunging strip will hit god's feed as musk
goes home to a fishy field: and a local hemmed horse gallops from seals and a focal gemmed horse
whinneys as mares use hooves for hands

weepies must truss a crisscrosser across us when a driver of Ma Mary dons gusts from nude cloth O, eateries, lushed, use moths,- and cups
mug-scatter beaky beakers with trapeze and a latent fever
stops to love.

wiveners of wine-folks dazzle mucus with phlangers of sculleries and navelled kids

weepers,washed, shed snow-tears reapers, washed, spread snow-tears idlers, crossed, tread snow-tears and a bloody loosener
sends muffy eyes to a bed-blinder
...
O, a crow in a cowed cave uses robins to send deniers to strangled grinders La, a cow in a crow-cage uses fleeters to
send mammy sandals aside bled shoes; and sad women groove

uhh. rowdy milked massed men taunt all hauntings dowdy milky mad women lead daddy fizz to gardens, and a fatal heart sucks across grey garlands
o a natal ark drags sex from Noah as de broken dark god-park gets walked around a false religious heart.
weepers, sloshed, toast tandems when dusty openers get grown; and evil growth, gem-penned must sunder owls with rafters
oh a dog at sea yaps at waving dancers and a blower of beads
swallows too hard: La, a baker of leaves sinks an antipsychotic in a cup of tea when eager harp-harvests
slaver after wasped nets; and grey hens lay false eggs

rowdy sylvan flowers shave ceilings from diviners of easy glass graves; and a maiden mine mines for skin trades
and a denier in a spark sets alight to hangers; and wedded lays use trays for hill-skiing

Ah,- as petrol enemies burn their naves, sweet muckers must surely suffer domed families
Ah,- as petrol plenuries turn, then gladesd
must surely father memories
and a laden owl hoots aside granaries

Uhh. these soft days where i lay down god's lather come sweltering for tithes o these rolled days where i lay down god's laughter
must teem with giggling eyes and a woollen slip raises hens from mushrooms and a swollen lip
gets ground down inside blue glassrooms

Ah, as petrol faces turn, then fawkesfires will send doctors to cured quack-sleep and arches, slain, supper for naves as red hills
sunder groans with splinters Ah, as petrol faces burn, then fawksfires will send buried heirs to sad rivers

these soft days where i lay down god's father come shitting across trammed fear and a fairground cross shudders when tears
flow, just like sweet wept rocks, and me and madam macadam sear old feathers and, bolted to cans, a silly summer's follies