jim bellamy's songpages ~ further speed-written songsheets

further speed-written songsheets

work-in-progress title: when acrid ancient uncanny aliens come storming space with eyes
first draft poem then poem-song

when acrid ancient uncanny aliens come storming space with eyes
then, wasped, patent mad mummy sins will surface across blue skies
o, as sacred ancient unmarried pushers strum mornings then grey eyes
must render clouds as dead as ermine

when acrid ancient uncanny aliens come swarming lace with brides
then, crossed, painters of sad dummies will surface across glue-tides
o, as putrid ungent gets skulled then a parent to scarface must kill minds
and, la la, we will enter under noon till dreamers die for heaven

*
when acrid acid vagrants write for a living, a drafter of stasis will grind
dizzy dolor where a sea of lights cuts ceilings
O, once along hair, blind bees come stinging evenings with wax-limes
O, as we weep for prayer, bees come stinging beadings
and, la, where blue hearts crisscross, a killing under bindings use times
to cutter caves away from cold trades

when acrid acid vagrants write for a killing, a crafter of faces will grind
giddy whiskey scores with christs; and, oo, when maskers bed lies, eyes
will, jaded, jam a dukedom of nights while late clothes come using eyes
to sodomise matrial sex-drums with easy riders of crows
O, we will sink graves into guns
O, we shall sink lays under mums whilst lost windows use a rose for
idle florrid word-fun

*
when acrid ancient hoopers hoot for hell, then a statue by twelve seas
will, shended, lam coopers with wide bells
o, as faces reel, a sea of wives may well ring cells with massive bees
o, as laces peal, a sea of knives may well ring dells with massive trees
and, once across a mad mind, me and mammy anne used skies for beads

when acrid ancient hoopers hoot for shells, then a shadow by twelve leas
will, rended, dam coppers with blind-dells
o, as faces reel, a sea of brides may well ring dells with mastic leaves
o, as stasis keels, a bed of blinds may well bind rills to spastic teas
and, once upon a soft mine, me and daddy man used eyes for sheaths

oo, we will get sun-painting easy babies while armless herods die forever
more; and geezers who use buggies for smiles must appear stopped
dead, while granular dudes used gabbies for dials; and eyes will die out

*
daffy dagger boys get wrecked by scissor; O, as menfolk drive, then doubt
will get fragmentised; O, while egg-pokes use ooze then queasy eyes will shout
and, once espied, oodlers of dials got lammed by booze; and easy minds rout
dusted wives; and, la la, buddies in glot get scissored while fanny swines pout
O, as dickers thicken, a girthing gilly plot appears rivered
and, once livered, ogre men, cattlered, rot for tears while killers come for clout
and, once riddlered, pogo men, shattered, splatter spheres for drillers

daffy dagger boys get wrecked by Caesar while Hitler fused with evil Benito
and, oo, we will ride for pecks while pissers rile dada; and weavers of meadows
will, once filled, sew lippies shut
O, as rippers darken, a birthing treetop causes ladeners to muck for holy pups
and, with eyes missioned, a spurtive heart-shop gets forced to cease beating;
and, once fevered, openers of curtive bus-stops must use hands for buildings
O, as strippers harden, a cursive tank-stop must fuse heads with screenings

*
daffy danger boys get snappered; O, as skinfolks cry for drought then Leda
may well swim across a sweet soul
and, daggering, danger men will get himlered by worn wives while grey fever
gets swallowing mangers; and, ooo, a lilted lemon sky will widen forever when
daddifiers, lamed, use brands for booze
and, oo, whilst hissers get hanged, lippers inside ooze become liked by chickens

daffy dangerous bod sisters must, crisscrossed, loop linkers with mictions while
heapers of maddeners bristle for cusps while misters get wed to curtains
O, once along a mad mind, whores used wiles to cluster ghosts with kitchens
O, whilst suns noose sea-swine, horses move, and clistered hosts in Britain dial
999, and wivers of snoozers must don hoods

*
ideal dunny darlings dig a hitting god's spleen
o a sweater for loud starlings
has a berry for a choker- & we size dreams
& a watery wool-window paws staring
greeny idols who peer inside mental-screens.
...
once upon a meadow, we saw a nude death
inflaming virgin wives with dolly necks
& we suffer breakfast meads
& we supper after hostels & bunny beads
..
ideal dunny darlings drag a lipper's scream
o, a digger of a diner's vermin
clasps a killer's cram around an ermined
glass bay where laughing deans
dog-daze a spool of massing missives
..
ideal chokers chap kine-girls as riders
drop from hips & study worldly drivers
..
Eh?

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

endlessness weeps for wolfed jams
,,
Oh

*
daffy danger dolls drag sluts for cinders; O, while mazes stop, then faceless mirrors
may well sunder molls; and, warped, riders of guile use rot for men when mirrors
become twined for eynes and mind-blinded ear-stiffeners
O, daffy hunger dolls drag mutts for windows; O, while faces stop, then fuzzy rivers
may well sunder malls; and, talked, we must cut tongues off while zippers aside killers
must, while scissored, dam stalks with red lust

daffy danger brawls shut shits in pictures whilst wideners, wolfed, gut body-tweezers
oo, mammy moonshine, mushed, feature inside wiveners; and, toothed, body-fingers
become gingered aside wheat-wash; and, la la, while we dream of dudes then picklers
may well writhe and writhe
O, daffy dazzler dog-men become canine-holy
O, daffy dazzlers of clog-men become cat-crazy; and riders use eyes for family

*
O and we curled up inside an abandoned dreaming suicide,
Corn-yellowed, ghosted by apes 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 and me.
..

uhhh crazy hazy head-heart hoodlums must lose for lovers and easte-xmas memory
gets warping across beds and soft room; O, we will move for sand as massive family
appears pushy; and, once drammed, sweet gloom eases dudes aside elderly mummy
uhhh crazy hazy head-heart hoodlums must lose for kited movie-killers
la la, we will get kinked under sweet lungs
la la, we will get linked under sweet guns and, sss, weepers shed salt stones for daddy

and we must circumsize god's pluperfect gal-circus
and we must cretinize Love; and, once peeked, masked fires will send buds to laddies

Uhh, fascinated crazy madam naples gets rode fom red rain when a citadel of rubies
appear champed; o, an amazing table gets closed; and pled pain peers understairs
Uhh, decrepit siencers come shooting pets as a rosy reamer of grain abuses grey prayers
and, once across a glazed ouija moon, survivors of a funfair accident sources
a dinner of herbs; Lo! as dizzifiers swoon, a knackered sea of scares rides horses
across the deep dark midnights of sex, death and demure disease; and hearses study
just how a human grave must forge tears from prick-wrecks
Uhh, familial vermillion house-dusk comes spilling while ponies without names
consider saddlers as darlings to foal-fuss;

and, ooo, weepers will forever shed milk weepies for blood-bandits; Oh, flames
become grey; and reapers of hot breads get peasy as bummers get bun-deranged
and, ooo, metrical lost fields drag dummy lobbies adown seaters of sky-derangers
and, ooo, skittlers will eternally closedown for scrittlers and head-mind-heart constrainers

*
these are the wounds we lived for,
a flight of stairs,
a displacement of hair or else a
wire-wickered ramrose

these are the wounds we lied for,
a displacement of a city rat,
a wrongheaded Leda, a lost trove

the samphire next door shutters
iced echoers four doors down for
a silent piece of salty shores

and our lives mount a donkey cart,
cloud-turning like a lobe
or else spinning like a flower.

*
& cold england falls in blurry heaps,
a peter Pan losing his away among hearses
and trainyards gleam under red city purses,
stoned by the break of day.

impassible victims of the ill, nuked children
who went to sleep inside a hidden christ
have caves for winter spires.

it may well happen again - this much
i will always consider real as hot rain.

& faces will glow when cathedrals fall.

*
fountains and rolled faces on the earth
are old women's garland;
death makes strange uses of garden,
and out lilted life mounts a refugee cavern
oveturned by impassable funny wagons

the gunfire next door rocks and shutters
indigo fawns that meld hands with feathers
and our life mounts an easy cabin where
a slowly spinning tree hardens into air
..
it may well happen once again - this much
i can always believe
because an ancient car refues to suck
blue petrols

one hand heeds faces, a further hand
digs historic shrubbage inside Japan.
..
.
*
we shall leave nothing behind except babies
we shall exchange bad lies with a fairy queen
when gunfire of shoots and shutters
echoes inside old cemeteries and old feathers
then ancient oozed cars may never start.

*
seizures will understand now about the signet birds
ah as fitters foam for hands
then a wanderer of warred islands
sails upon a fierce
cussed cart- we swim for Eden
o a sun of men shines for evenings
& we will moon-make a kiss-curl

riders of the killed must rout a screaming
kiddy child O, as ices shout, then dreamings
stop a pilot.
& a scissor violet vans for sucking air,

eyes melt away
hairs turn to graves?.
,
we swim for Eden when a moon-mind snares
pubic halters
& dunning street snaps gold kissers of
coded praying doctors..
,....
this side of a lost gun, as chappers of fathers
jack god's lovers.

*
the wideners of the shrilled scream after
spastic diners
o, a plastic river rots aside ashen raiders
of muted mastic leaders
.
when once a crying killer kills minds
then a rib of hearing maces sad rhymes
with green hearsing bruised healers
but gods may not heal...

10/01/2022.

work-in-progress title: dummy bedragglers of honey-souls cum shouting
first draft poem then poem-song

dummy bedragglers of honey-souls cum shouting aside a miracle world
O, easy sexy braddlers don cola while guns shoot wives as dead as cold
O, peerers, dammed, swim for molars whilst suns use sonar knives
and, once atoned, spind skins become solar; and manacled wives must fold
and, out alone, thespian winds become polar;
and eyers have for always seen deeply down in a town where clowners roll
against a blind moon at demure midnights

and, oo, weepers will forever spread tears on red toast; and heated gulls
become shrinking as ill pleasure tread fears under boats; and dives skull for
easy sindlers where ideal hills appear cake-fed to goats
uh, once across fear, i idolised spheres and then used oats for whores
and, oo, weepers will forever use yeast for sands whist emptied wards
become scuttering

*
dummy bedragglers of money-souls cum shouting aside a miracle girl
O, easy messy deceivers drink to foals while sunderers force evil pearls
to fragmentise; O, receivers of mink cut shoals when a pecker under furls
comes stinking for abuse; and as pinkers use women then a daddy-whorl
gets smothered; and, la la, sand gets trousered while chicken inside girls
become eagerly tragic
O, easy messy receders drink to souls while sufferers, gorsed, use pearls
to surrender bells to beltane-sinks

dummy bedragglers of money-souls cum pouting inside a manacled earl
O, easy messy tranceivers dream for lungs
O, dizzy hissy heart-rivers ream walls from guns; and odes to suns curl
directly across farters;
and, sss, as massive father must shatter
and, sss, as concussers crash, then ashed butters must shoot mammas
and, sss, as deepeners, lashed, uses lovers for cuttlers then dramas
will hereby strum poles with lovers

*
dummy defilers of monkey-drollers will hiss as hands piss, and riders of Japan
get star-dammed; O, lady-killers will hiss as hands lisp; and riders in England
get car-jammed; and, oo, poolers of hills will ram lips with Kaplan while Man
becomes slaughtered
and, once across daughters, spoolers, killed, must scan cunts for wigwams
la la, we will extend red porters to rulers whilst statues under junk kisses Woman
la la, we shall expan dead doctors across sugar mice

dummy defilers of monkey-millers will kiss as grans twist, and riders of Japan
get Martian; Oo, where dickers drop, then islands will caress islands while ram
appear rended from prayers
la la, we will pay evil visits to hair where a bunny on a gentleman's chair lams
proctorates with seagulls;
and, sss, weevilers must milk bears where a dicker on a woman's chair lams
baited biter buddhas with nightlings and fear

dummy deriders, star-lunged, push pissers under spears while druggies, slammed,
become visa-scanned; and, oo, kissers of thunder sears smiles; and huggies, panned,
become brevelled inside sand-ooze
O, we shall keep lost as we Man-move falsifying gays with fishy fanny-dudes
O, we shall seem crisscrossed until amassing graves enslave eyes and deaf-screws

*
dummy mummifiers get wound in egyptian seas; O, as windows fold, greasy gull-molds
become statuesque; and, la la, within euphesians, golden widows roll
La, a daddy wound becomes scarred
La, a sunny tomb becomes scarved; and, oo, when once we donned heavens then coals
become cold when heated
Ooo, defilers of gems use sleepers to render chickens from a table in a pig-pen
and, once fattened, gem-hens become murdered in kitchens
and, once tautened, skin-wrens become violated by romans; and weepers for children
prove evil paeds as evil as the sides of this devil-Nazi adolph-benito world: O, women
must surrender darkness to pure madness

dummy mummifiers get wound in egyptian seas; O, as whistlers roll, oozy skull-stalls
become built from decks; and, once we use beads, then we will drag boozy blood-brawls
from idealisers of guns and slits; and, sss, we used bees when we used dirty mind-malls
to sink idolators beside bladers of lips
Ah, we will extemporise hats with dancers while a roach under sinks causes cars to stal
forever; sss; we must capture colts and we will smile for tundra;
Ah, we will fuse emptying valved sky with navellers; and hydras, mumblered, will fall
deeply aside a naked earth

Uh, eyers use blithing body-bins to surrender sirenisers to hordas as weeblers chop walls
from ocean-baths;
Uh, eyers use blithers for baby-winds as hostile child-killers get eagerly raped by dolls

*
the cardinal mind-cousin to a heart-dealt star-scarrer
has to murder sins with weddings
o, when tongues kiss, then a reaper of silk will scatter
geezers across blue earth;
and some candy under birth sidles aside earth where
hatters snap cats under capped surf
and a vulture in hats drops rulers across sweet mirth

the cardinal mind-cousins to a heart-dealer uses air
to sunder easy cake with nudes
ah, once along a snake, a reptile under robed flairs
appears draggled from shoes:
o, once boned, guns may well shoot soft dudes

o, derangers of silky tits use white-wash for screws
o, defamers of milky lip use mouth-wash for sleuths
and, under fire now, a wicked world seen murdering
gets flashy for kerosene
and a bubbler, scored, shoots up sky-creams
and a babby on wards appears deadened

the cardinal mind-cousin to a soul-felt car-stirrer
has to abuse deaths with christs
la la, ladeners, wrecked, fuse pigs to night as warders
raise creamy vaults from dregged grits
and wirers of dolts strum bedded brine-bits:
and the heapers of guns shoot beds with dead clit

oo, derangers come in lobbies now as greyers lick
applers and rotted lung-plum
and old islands appear hung from gum as cunt-kip
crusades for evil pear-cum
and, when once eyes stop, then venal mind-strips

will surrender ogres to sweet arrows; and crypts
will hereby render shavers as old as glass.

*
the dulcimers of easy guitar-strings force all seagulls to spread pigs on water
O, easy bridlers, mouthed, swing after walls where blue beds use figs for warders
O, queasy riflers, dowsed, shoot laughter while prayer moistens dudes to doctors
and, la la, riders of red rain causes giddy rainbows to siren after tubes that slaughter
a keen evening park; O, paradise melters must don crows to shoot moggy doctors dead
oo, we will entemple grass as we star-wingle sindlers aside rag-roots

and the whole wild world seems deaf today and the skins of red earth neuters boots
and the whole mad world seems bled today
and the pictures of a bad girl washes wolves in clay whilst capturers of scooters
raid honeyers from mad earls
and, ooo, we will arise from de girls to find a painter of christs come using lutes
to serenade long-dead shakespeares with eagle-sainters

and, la la, weepers will shed sugar-rocks from widening optic feinters
and, o-la, dippers under bread-brothers must gun down coptics while grey failures
appear fox-fed to a keen mad bad moon vixen
and, la la, rippers will shed sugar-crocks from easellers whose oily heart-mirror
appear head-fed to lost beds
and when we cut a beached bed then will blort for diamonds
and, ss, as we shut a bleached thread then we will snort sirens

Hah Hah! the livid dead will arise from palls when scrapper cut pusselers from dreamers
Hah Hah! the rigid dead will arise from wards when dapplers shut kisers inside rizlas
and, ooo, once across a lost disguise, broads will hereby scutter forever; and pissers
become star-engrained beneath bird-wives

Uh. And, when once bottlers flower, a hooper of cheap lives cums routing medulas
Uh. And, when once sidlers empower scoopers then a lidded city fuses meths to writhers
oo, once across boy-riders, a cylcer of snoopers stemmed livid bobby across de winters
Uh, and we will idolise defamers when mousers scrap lip-slits from daisy moss
oo, we must fight for the instantaneous abusers while fistulas come belling de Cross
and, as laden christs war for deniers in cruisers,
a beltane-brewer whose dizzy creators cause beery burns to use a tipsy lager river
to suckle a darkener of messy snakes and crow-claws

Hahhh! i will compend a dimate summertime within wintry sun-burns; and gingers
come haltering as couplers of diamantes swim for a spun spind wind inside knickers
Hahh! i will extend a diamond father-spine from herods and queening brain-picklers
as feted fairy funfairs get fed to paraders eyes may well swirl; and delvers of dickers
hoist a snipped mind-sail; and, sss, suet spies may have to whirl
Ohhh! once across a pentacled pentograms shrillers under thrill abuses dad-worlds
and, as we yearn then eat, darkness with blind tears will fill blokes with mum-worlds

Ha! Ha! Ha...

finito?

oh once upon a blithe body, riders of dolls use writhers
to ignite mien along blue winters
and, once drowned, a bled band sinks under sphincters
and, sss, a lazy mazy crazy dude
summons sicklers from easy jewels
and, oo, a laden gun comes shooting murder-mules

as coverlets run bone-dry then painters of dead fools
come sharpening phlegm from feinters
and, uh, as we widen then we drag papers for rules
and a ruler on a razor
gets succouring labia from vulva-lavers
and a daddy drum comes woofing as percussions
get swiped from aphonal writhers

oh once upon a blithe boy, benders of billies get
swarmed by mind-toys
oh once upon a nuked boy, renders of red kecks
get stormed by world-fires
and a braker of skies crucifies flyers when decks
catch sodden girls inside sex

once upon a mind in a dead world, mentalis used
a fattener for wine
and, delved by vines, a red world daggers for fused
hectors and Hermes
and a naked blower heeds lace when coded sleuths
get remanded under herpes
...
ripplers of ribboned radios play sitars where texts
strip a babby down
o, sticklers, drowned, dream of cigars as towns
come shaving clowns
and a dizzy hip in a bathroom clears bathed crowns
from denuders of abdications and city-Downs

the easy days ahead hereby shut beds underwater.

*
when villagers of sunshine shimmer
& the tardiness of ladies
stops all blue saints, -
(as we swallow dreams from babies) then
will get filled with nude paints?
the axis of the dead drops a sun-gun
& death's kisses feint
dolly features.

the faces of the void shine just like
one zillion vanned sex-heights
ah, green paces of gold boys seem right
ah, a screen of laces
pastes foreign cases
..
i will ram powder down suitcases
,.,?& a tree of times
fails to fall
just for me?

salty nutty minarets wink around
humorous dilly daisies
o sweetening sea-lips walk around
endless towns.
..
emptied schisms of death dream
all about teemed clowns
& we dance for hot hounds
..
i will send a letter home just when
hard read sex ends..

the black-and-nude spaces inside faces
sharpen kids with fires..
as whips fail to sleep, then gilt pyres
swallow stasis

rolled ald old herons of aces spire
up into a rude cloud
& black-and-white gourdes retire
& city sleepers stop

.ah?

*
"I trust you,
You've locked the door, i cannot go -
I can only shake my head and pray.
You are my multifoliate Jesus, doing
Altogether miraculous things. It
Doesn't hurt at first, but then
It aches and aches like fury -
Litttle flittering things fly down
From your great god-hands,
Encased in gentile smiles.

I wanted to bite thru your fingers,
Poke holes in your eyes, the way
the S.S Soldiers do to girls,
Shitting in their plans all night
Waiting for the boat to come in..

My teeth jar like poison -
Germoline is pushed thru my cries.
'A gift,' You say, 'A gift!' but
This is no gift for me, is just
An example of muted scars.

He lookes a bit like Franco -
Ugly, with sharp teeth.
He extracts bits of me and then gives them back like
Absolute Zero: teeth, blood, my sense of sanity
Ebbing by the minute, till
His chattering works up in me: His
Geophysical skittering racketing and raking
Utmost bones across my mind,
A completed mausoleum dead within.

But I'm cheerful: I whistle as He works,
And the novacaine takes affect
Instantaneously. Daddy Franco, I
Trust you now and forever; You
Have pushed my head to many versions
Of one sane event- Now,
Is the time to pray back for
All you have done. 'Buddy,' I say, 'Buddy,
Buckle, you bloody bastard!'"

work-in-process title: the ivory hands of a killer child cause freedoms to cry and freeze
(because of David Bowie?) 1st draft pome then poem-song

the ivory hands of a killer child cause freedoms to cry and freeze
La, easy sea-klans appear wild whilst gardens swing for star-leaves
O, a darkener of drams must force peacedoms to espy dead bees
and, once starkened, Man has to implode; Ah, a tripper of red trees
comes burning after wigwams while indigo fathers feel after leas

the ivory hands of a killer child causes unearthly fires to burn lusts
O, as anointers of rivers arise from forces then pyres must use beads
to countdown to a barterer's gold sun; and a saviour to dust cuts meads
La, easy sea-cans appear wide whilst ravens caw till blackbirds acede
heavenly fevers to holy women

*
the ivory handlers of rapists must nuclear-stone a body on a bald cliff
O, eaters of ripplers fuse fascists with penny-bone; and a kid with quiffs
hereby becomes fastening racists to gibbets whilst a killer under pits quits
La, a ladener of raspings gets headed by fire
La, a leadener of ceilings gets bedded by spires
and, oo, once across buildings, we accused pyres of reeling from tyres

the ivory handlers of dirty boys must fuhrer-stone a babbler on a lip
O, reapers of sleepers fuse faces to dust while evil white lungs use trips
to fragmentise all reapers
O, a deviller of a lost God will sunderise riders of killers
and, once across ceilings, we accused tyres of burning as soft quick tits

got fed to honey cases; and, la la, eyers of mires rend rapes from grey pits

*
the ivory sandlers of cool stasis must pule and puke in de Mamma's arms
La, family saviours, spooled, trusts in fools
La, memories, slavered, feed musk to mules
and, hereby slayed, a heaper of crust becomes looping sex under farms
ahh, menkind and players appear led to razors while burners use fools to
extemporise bladder-seizures
O, we will bend back for rivers while a pigger of a labia forges male-divas

the ivory sindlers of cool aces must pule and puke in de father's grey scissor
La, family painters, cruel, trusts in food where eaters of feathers
comes shouting out aloud
O, pissers who feed cakes to crowds will anoint death's pecker; and shrouds
become star-fused to snakes
and, once men get moved, silence may well flow just like a closed fete

*
the ivories of evil white mien get neutered by vinegar while tiepins under drakes
become farting; O, devil white sluts get scoopered
and, once across a mad mind-maze, sliders of pets get snoopered by capes
La, we will surely wash our evil white hands in gob as coopers get used by snakes
O, a daisy lover will arise for cool black islands
La, visions of de Father must war for dreamed heart-asylums when naked fevers
become feathered by holy walls

the ivories of evil white hens get neutered by spinners while tipplers sink grapes
beneath dark-skinned God; and, oo, wet spies must choose to smile
La, the emperies of sweet gems get suitered to river-riders whose dizzy dials
become scented by sainters;
La, the revelries of cool spray-painters come gunning for gingers as soft smiles
sidle under eternal mothers
and riders up inside covers sink to dark sleep that sweetens birds with wild

easy pharoahs; and this euphesian world gets wagging in holy healers; Ohh

*
fishermen of mermen get netted in brute laces while eaters of soft pealers
get soft in the fucking head
O, issuers of mermen get petted while cattlers of dials move lost depleters
aside pulers of impassioners
O, riddlers of sweet hens get riled while micklers feed wiles to repleters
and, once along a fanny, lovers of sugar picklers feed bile to bone-bleaters
La, we must summer-tauten wintry hedoners with distractors of stone-heaters
O, weavers of killers soften babby with destroyers

fishermen of mermen get netted in brute bakers while butchers cut pinchers
and, once found stoned, a damager of nukers dial radio mixtures as rivers
stella-slam a coastal face whose emeralds become lost as fingers; and illers will
sirenise a boat of fotal waste; and a baby tree-son may well linger till lost hills
become a naked native to mace
O, we will weevilise fatalists while tasters ooze fished space; and sweet drills
must sermonise dragglers of driller pastes

Eh..

*
the doddy ditherers who city-shape a cruising horde
lay madam waste to diamond dreamers
o a lady under wed seizures strums aside lords
& a bone in a forcing transept
livens body-brides with snappers of tampax-wards
.
where once we moved fucked lumber then birds
burn-bannged a baby on a raft,
& we gather up speculum...Oh, a catty in a mask
raises robotic killers from palmy pushing laughs.
..
0 doddy ditherers who pity-poke a pissing heart
loll a dandy muscle brandy down a broken Ark.

& a dungy dripper fly drops flown flowers when
dawding demons drag snakes across gold women..

delved, a dog with a dicker walks against dark
easy pigeons
&, rosed, a piggy scat kitten poos in the park
....
itemised fanny bye-lines delimit dev marks
& a bitten waxy waner wolfs where darts
throw arrows into cracked hearts....Blue debt
entangles a crawling snail with a bride's kecks
& we wallop umbrella christs..

AMEN to the swaggers
GOD BLESS the tillers
,.
as ghosts glue to hell bells then lazy killers
cry for oats, beans & guilty barley oh

*
these hissing skies will derange white dillers from dark holy eyes
O, caressing wives will arrange sweet killers with idiot white-brides
and, once let to knives, hills will reap mirrors
O, confessing to spies, a dilly bodifier must shiver when bent wives
appear strapped to venal engines
O, where coastal shelves lead deep kids to evil caucasian surgeons
we will become tracklered while sleep rids gods of alien spurgeons
and, la la, hissifers whose feline bite gets fed till well must force sky
to soften sweet earth

these hissing skies will derange white spillers from dated evil tides
O, caressers of lies will die for racist guns and a markerson's minds
become haltering after heels and fascist bad sons
O, duressers of buildings get led to crazes while cakey bone-bums
become sky-shaken by salmon pinkers
and, once upon a blue flower, dark orchids must heave for keepers
and, once upon a stewed flower, dark porches must show peepers
across a dunny frontdoor where homeward dark lust shows rivers

Uh. we will sharpen scissors with hardeners when scum p'lice shiver

La.

*
oo a meddler in a mind-pool has to
sing for a dilly damsel nude
oo a riddler in a sex-spool has to move
majestic hearses from a mind-stool
and a dazzler of drained hearses
summon easy drizzlers from horses
and, oo, a meddler in a whirl-pool
tramples germolene into dust..
o
sacred fingers fellow ringed swingers
o
haloed singers swallow damners and
a ripener aside a city tiff
has to heap a yellow rainbow's jam
with fiddlers of fawkesfires and sand
oo
a meddler in a mind-pool has to ram
easy tiddlers across mental sea-hand
and openers of rigid foods
races across a turgid sleuth,
and abaddon in a star-boot spins slams
across dirtying lively children..
o
sacred fingers fellow ringed swingers
o
haloed singers swill rose spun killers
and the riders of red rain
tumble a rumbler under citied grain, O!
a sidler of car-shadow
cums slinking down de gallows and
oo, as faces flit, a user of ballows bands
easy bikers under slain big hands
..
at change of day, a nightlong nursery
lends accusers to sainted adult baby,
and, ahh, a kitted cat in prams is easy
and, ahh, a lidded rat
raises raisins from shitted eye-bats
and a mask in a plait
hastens eaters to snap a hard scrap
and easy bridlers burn
and easy lifers yearn after bum-sap

*
the inverted baby smiler whose scum cradle ends will hereby accuse christs
of crying with no eyes
O, skin-perverters will drive Nazi cunt to ride aside the faces of lost skies
and, lashy, laden nurseries appear fed to vile paeds where a cross under wives
comes widening white ovens with Hitler's scullery
O, skinned body birchers prove passions ultraviolet; and feeders of scribes
become, once blamed by tubes, as sunken in memories as a puler of prides

these hissing voices i found in a stolen drum becomes shadowers to tides
O, found beneath cases, i found a sea of mums become sweet as dead pie
and as washer of spacers dilates then burners of bums reaps losers to Ides
O, a citadel of chasers will dictate for idle permers whilst oozers under pies
get baked all too well
O, found beneath horses, i found in a swollen lung as shadower of spies
and, once along a crisscrossed snail-skin, devisers in meadowers will ride
a nakedness of carnival forces while granular angular hallways fuse grey tribes
with vile white racer-boys entertain mongerers of fingers to duping blinds

and, when once lips get flossed, the golden fountains found inside wine
becomes scuttering where lovers loosen openers of scudders in bath-brines
and, when once crypts get tossed, the golden mountains found under vines
become scuttering where mammas loosen soakers of budders in mask-mind

La? La? skin-inverted caucasian loonies use heads for moggy hearts: vines
come weeping vineyard snails while the pussive bedded rat-hearts refine a
dizzy manxy car-cat whose sails come issuing bleeded bee-hearts when times
appear sphere-devoted to calamine; and tissuers in kneaded knee-hearts grind
bedazzlers with sweet french-chalk; and, oo, caressers of bleeders use minds
to surrender bitten leopards across a lamp of pure fire; and we will use minds to
dip a dolly-sender to an ancient drop-tank
and, sss, once across de blues, peoplers of wank must rent shoe suede shoes to
anglers of fishy-edifices of crowers

and, o, once we eaglise perverted paint-saints, a driver of lime tree bowers will
hereby bid a dirtying dizzy farewell to divers of tygers; and sad mad boys will
surrender brotherhoods of green cells to a blank tired Void; and kiddies don't thrill
and celled self-sex becomes haplessly clean while engines get crapped on by stills

Uh? idolisers of illing perfumes get sheeted while dopers of debt hang deniers
Uh? idolisers of thriling perfume get meted to sun-smiles; and greying feathers
may well fall to death's measure
and, oo, where natives to Israel heed soaks then listeners to pleasure use fear
to widen torn tears under Azrael
and, when once pits sunder, issuers of steeplers sum-up all crazy killers
and, where we sue lights for Numbers, we shall pray for some holy fillers of
pagan sex-christenings

and, woven into ceilings, mad men must dance all day and night till gods
come down from sensations now; and, oo, licers of clays shift rose-bud.

*
o i am bleaching again. Got a mind inside of me
sinking loos into rain
ah, i am preaching pain. Got a mummy for me
& i need no money?
o, i am bleaching again....My side has no needs
ah, i am reaching for veins
& a bine of buses knocks me down?
..
a factory of faces falters for blood-wars- Towns
teem with ashen gold & silver
&, mauled by stasis, i hear a buddy breeder
bob-bagging brawly baiters with dancy dreamers
oh a bed of lice lops
canny candle tots.

bicycle moon eyes listen to blind deafness
o a tree of drones glistens
& a venal robber gemmies into darkness
- as vagismo's sweet memory rends missions
then we cry,
..
dazzlers heat dragonflies, - o, as a sun-nest
lands long lady decks
then a binary blader bullies radioed necks
& cunt gives head to starred bomb-becks.
.
o i am bleaching again. Gotta mind inside me
which plucks cat-ticks with fingery flea-feed
& eyes will entertain
desertifiying dromedary prison-planes...

I need a nip of midnight...
i read a strip of posies-... As a gaoled light
burns for blithe sight
then arched ex-shakers sharpening rolled reins

ahhh.

*
You say that I should not read books.
Far away, the lessons I have paid
Must drive the mathematics of deft
Studiousness; or do the tables here
Grow dull with romance?
Verse from texts that seize sound
Drive the bridge of learned men
To a river planted by faith.
Religious, lover, I can’t express
The muses of my pencils nor
Delve the tutors life has killed.
In with darkness, lightning streams
The cause of school as sad tunes
Weep from art-rooms; and felled
Trees inside playgrounds shan’t
Count to ten as intellectual sleep
Melds with stars the car-filled
Parks wherein murdered fields
Clasp from dead-end buildings
Kids who cannot settle down:
And the Iliad of teachers blown
West must prove my perverting
Smile akin to sadness borne
By frozen tears which cannot fall.

*
Poetry and Science are much the same
The dichotomy is the Void between.

work-in-progress title: these are our mallard days when we string beds from rainbows
first draft poem then poem-song

these are our mallard days when we string beds from rainbows: o-la, as we squirm
then a faceless void of graves stems swingers
o, these are our mallard days; and, lo, when swings cross, a labia under rivers perms
coded drowned hot hair
o, these are our mallard days when we sirenise suns; O, a leadener, thundered, snares
mind hypnotics with sweet air

these are our mallard days when we slide down guns; and, once bunched, lost prayers
will, once canned, lease a holy diamond to a noonday bum
and, oo, we may well have to summon spires from midnight whilst red chairs
come shackling hands to cabs;
and, made fotal, we hasten to the dreams we have overused as murders causes slags

to ride and ride until acrid partners forge skins from crabs; and we must use labs

these are our mallard days when we string kids to fires; O, as we perm denial
then, oo, our faceless joys will surely arise from pig
and, once along a planed wooden body, writhers dragged kids for sweet smiles
and, once across a brain, a dizzy idiot farmer of de clitoris must fued for pig
and, once along a vein, an easy idiot cunter used a bed for dust while pig dials
a beheaded city of mad men and fatally pregnant women

these are our mallard days when we stun ice with cream: O, as we feed phials
then we drag our buzzard claves for lungs; and, la, as gals scream, red guile
must hiss until the scarlet angels die: Ah, a dated mindist forces screens to spin
directly across gills
and, once we get killed, a bastard on a hill will get thundered
and, once sin gets filled, a rapist in a mill will get murdered; and carmine skin

must seem force-fed indolent city eyes; and, Oh, waspy sex-masoners spin
eternally and a stained ignorant birdy wife gets flexed beside drivers of winds

*
these are our mallard daisies that give instant head to a family failure
la, these are our messy red babies that give sea-beds to enemies; o, fevers
hereby fragmentise while dead rubies snap kids from lead; and, o, levers
come sliding a penis inside cardiacs
la, these are our fuzzy white ladies who read nothing while fazers of killers
come racketing days high

O, a citadel of clays gets fed to wide wives whilst a cardial sea of pealers
become shrilling down wet bread
O, a rodeo of roman radio becomes fed to briders when caesars under fingers
appear stubbed out
and, once along a mouth, a scabby scarab of a lout shouts out for skinners
and deadeners, crouched, fuse daddy mallards to spouters
and maddeners, mouthed, fuse dizzy ballards to doubters

and these are our mallard daisies that give instant head to family seizures

*
o, a dizzy canterer whose screaming cant gets sweaty hereby shuts love's mouth
La, pickers of deniers move ceilings while specs get given to sluts
o, a dizzy kingy sex feature forges dreamings from debt where a sea under mutts
becomes deified by death's river;
and, once across tithes, me and madam macadam fused melders to red sluts
and, once across crime, me and madam mad adam fused cellars to dead nuts
and, oo, we will entertain our milk-raids
and, oo, we will entertain god's nut-raids when a kinema inside a gay grave

o, a dizzy canterer whose screaming cant gets sweaty hereby shuts a city pup
La, picklers of defilers move buildings across pets when wetted neon babies suck
across a creamy cradle-house
and, once across a mouse, we must criscross de Cross with evil sugar muck
oo, a leadener, bossed, comes sharpening de gods of loss
oo, a shiverer, glossed, comes sharpening de ghosts of lost kids and cuts shut

down. And a rotator of red demnos causes scratchmen to sunder candid pus
ah, when once we dilate for deadliness, cockers of chickens cluck for musk while
instamatics, bunched, dilate for murderers
ah, when once we dilate for mindlessness, coppers of kitchens get cooked for smiles
and, la la la, curving cagey spine-sliders will stopper grave curtains
oo, a faceless staring body-blind
will forever strike a bleacher of vines

o i am bleaching agan. Got a mind inside of me
sinking loos into rain
ah, i am preaching pain. Got a mummy for me
& i need no money?
o, i am bleaching again....My side has no needs
ah, i am reaching for veins
& a bine of buses knocks me down?
..
a factory of faces falters for blood-wars- Towns
teem with ashen gold & silver
&, mauled by stasis, i hear a buddy breeder
bob-bagging brawly baiters with dancy dreamers
oh a bed of lice lops
canny candle tots.

I need a nip of midnight...
i read a strip of posies-... As a gaoled light
burns for blithe sight
then arched ex-shakers sharpening rolled reins

ahhh.

the doddy ditherers who city-shape a cruising horde
lay madam waste to diamond dreamers
o a lady under wed seizures strums aside lords
& a bone in a forcing transept
livens body-brides with snappers of tampax-wards
.
where once we moved fucked lumber then birds
burn-bannged a baby on a raft,
& we gather up speculum...Oh, a catty in a mask
raises robotic killers from palmy pushing laughs.
..
0 doddy ditherers who pity-poke a pissing heart
loll a dandy muscle brandy down a broken Ark.

& a dungy dripper fly drops flown flowers when
dawding demons drag snakes across gold women..

AMEN to the swaggers
GOD BLESS the tillers

when a curate under chapellers gets vicar-fed to writhing head-rectors
appears gunned, we shall use perfumes to sunderise writings
o, when a curing father apple-thunders after easy bread then grey pealers
become furling for lovers
then, stormed, livid feathers must cause red wings to van lost air
and, made gold, a rigid Leda must mount swan-swings as crossed rivers
become flexing

when a curate under chapellers get wicca-fed to crying sex-mentors
and, once across tundra, fragmenters of dicky ledgers lead easy doctors
directly aside Los; and easy genius mad willum fuses christs with lovers
o, when curling mother apple-whippers, a fotal nooser uses pig for fingers
and, once along a lobbed mind, rectal shadow causes limers to
come sirening across gobbers of fatal meadows

while down and out, a parceller of spirallers enters swine into pillows

*
these are our mallard days when we accuse de lord of killing dreams
La, these are our ballard days where we use a bird for a red screen
La, once along flowers, massers of tears hereby feed wars to streams
and, o, when once towers flail, then families grieve for white screams

these are our mallard days when we accuse de Mother of feeding pus
to de holy lovers; and, once along seed, abusers of fevers cause crust
to fragmentise; and, la, we will read books to leaves as we force lust to
soften drakes with dead Mars

and we will come to a sweet red space where rain cuts red cars; O, sleuths
become laden with grey meats; and lace snares rain as rivers appear screwed
by fasteners; and, la la, shadowers of space cut rain from mirrors
and we will come to a wept dead wasteland where a rider of old rivers
get cisterned while wideners of devs use a domed grave for cold kissers

and menfolk must entertain the ebbs of crime with petrifyers while misters
become couplered to head-rain; and weepers of kids get fed to whispers
and, ah, rollers of bruises cage dusters aside reapers of beds and killers
and, carved, coaxers of nooses rage-rustlers for dippers
and, scarved, motel-gods get heart-fed to pissers
and, scarred, hostel-gob gets fed to fart-fled fishers

Uh, once across a red mind, sisters to flavas will shut the moon down
Uh, once across a sweat-mine, mistresses in red rills will bomb our town
Uh, once across a bread mind, sisters to razors will shut spools in towns
and, once we have swallowed rustlers, our failures will cut-up star-sounds
and, la la, we will sex-remand hustlers in messed labia while holy sounds
rotate across sea-maiden;
and a lanterniser whose life-light trips for times will appear fed to treason

ahh, menfolk will entertain the ebbs of tines with terrifyers when missons
become choc-leaden; and, O, as we use wine to toast Hitlers then reason
must appear summer-scannering wintry fevers from Yuletide admissions

Ahh. these floating graveyards seem good: as they slide to eternal rest
then, underneath coaxing scrapers of brurial blood, corpses use desks to
extemporise soakers of ghoulish soul-mud; and a faceless suit gets fed to
some naked nazi evil mourners who observed death's hurried pictures
OO, we must coat pallish cremations in nerveless death
OO, we must smoke to gallish biers
and, as motory brained dead-vanishers sink fun funerals aside killers

and when elderly closed gentlemen open up a fierce door then rivers
may well yield a strange sun; and, where sluts get hired under lippers
a magical mod-minded mum will cum spurting copious female zippers
and entreators of porn-mums will wheeze sperm-vaulters across riddlers

*
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 ant-queens 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
healed 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
..
*
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
..
*
there was a laden leading lover in the field
there was a garden nearby the sun of tides
and a bed of fathers
fashioned dizzy skirts from endless lies
and men and women
swing, swing, swing, then die

eyes eat thru eyes
minds eat thru minds
the bodies of the dead swallow wine
eyes eat thru eyes
minds eat thru minds

there was a laden leering lover in the tides
there was a killing father inside
nice babies
and a sea of skin snaps a soap where brides
dream of rubies

eyes eat thru eyes
minds eat thru minds
the babies in closed arms suck on swine
and a bunch of spies
caress the killed

*
bogus children swelter in the antiseptic diet: gloves and fans
appear burned and buried beneath the floor
o, focal children, heltered, sweat for drovers of used dead pans,
and, sss, whilst weepers shed salt-stone then torrid chair-hands
appear dirt-surrended to a naked moons-moan
and, as fragments flower, dizzy diamate gets cut by bones

La, Poetry and Science are much the same: the dichotomy
is the ragged Void between; and all womankind has memories.

*
13/01/2022.

work-in-progress title: these are our mallard days where we lay down our minds
first draft pome then poem-song

these are our mallard days where we lay down our minds under faces
O, these are our bird-days,
and, once sucked sour, a birthday of slaves comes rootling after graves
O, these are love's broken gill-deniers; and, la, while shouting after faces
weavers of ceilings come sundering baits with rivers
and, weeping outside buildlings, sugar-drapes must smash head-mirrors

these are our mallard days where we lay down our spines under mazes
O, these are our birthed days
and, once fucked by flour, we bake a dummy cake with lost clays
O, as we drape our heads over trees then we sunderise fierce girl-graves
and, once across beds, sweeteners of Zen must season breasts with knaves

*
these are our mallard days where we laid down red wives under stasis
O, these are our bird-trades
and, once mucked, a casement of slaves gets fed to salved shoe-laces
O, these are our mallard days where we got kissed; and riders of maces
come racing aside a dark craze
and, weeping outside ceilings, sweeteners of maids will suck a milk-nut

these are our mallard days where we craved spit; and these words shut
nuclear stations from a blind blown nut-raid; and, O, eaters of sluts cut
corneas from farms; and, La, we shall weave hands while filthy mutts crack
sex-codicils; and, wrenched, five baby teeth get fed to paps
O, these are our mallard days where we craved salt-union; O, coded saps
get writhing where keen flowers get silently withered away

Uh, where a latent heterosexual lover appears lost then eyes will close

*
these are our mallard days where we arose from a pumpkin-bed; O, de rose
will render daffs as sweet as florrid bees
O, these are our mallard days; and, once seized, a rapist of trees will enclose
iron sidlers aside riders inside fast trees; and, oo, milkers of beads will disclose
evil grave-writers from grey storms and statue-sleeves
O, these are our mallard days where we arose from a munching kid; O, de rose
will clamour for tulips and nectared troubadours
and, once weavers stop, weepers will render blousy whores as red as wards

these are our mallard days where we arose from a leader of bread; and gourdes
appear sky-planted directly inside wet clothes; and a breeder of lead uses warfs
to fragmentise easy families with wrecked troves;
O, once across fleecy memories, a master of robes used crossers for dwarves
O, once across greasy mammaries, a master of crows used killers for whores
and the wildness of dizzy melodies get lost in de mastered toys of shut claws
O, and the pissed big-banged bed-boys use uranus for all moons while paws
become puke-naked

*
the facelessness of a cunt-mind gets pollenised by rabbit-shits; O, casers of moors
become beery while granular statues force petrol spies to burn down all walls; and horns
get shinny while butcher-bakers bastardise detol, then wives storm Downs
o, yappers of guns shoot de wynd of pets whilst a fascinating pride gets towns to swarm
doomy deniers and skirters; and, oo, a caser of boars will smell just like a sweet acorn
o, cappers of sons shoot a sister-finger as a paster of boards swellls, swells

the facelessness of a cunt-rhyme gets written by rabbit-lit; O, casers of blue stores
become bleechy while venal wrecks come punishing giblet-lip; O, players in scores will
forever sermonise peekers with sex
o, a bunny star-visor peers inside selves will wank until murderers lead mien to dills
and, saving lies, lunar paints arise from red hills that forge picks from meese while pills
get heel-swallowed

and a bitten birdy head-world interfuses a house named Willow to denuders of gallows
and, la, beaten burpy head-girls interfuse a horse named Pillow to extensive grey willows

*
these are our mallard days when we drag slaggers from dangerous fathers; O, dizzy shadows
become salt-defined; and, oo, men in shag ride across estrangers whose bodying heart-pillow
becomes charted; O, benders of booze bed-grind sex under mangers while horsers use shadows
to fasten brains to de scented

these are our mallard days when we drag dragoners from deranging lovers; O, easy mind-shows
become piss-refined; and, oo, men in drag ride across blue chambers whose heart-crow must fuse
a diddly damseller to sands while gentlemen come hooting
uh, we must sunderise brigands
uh, we must fragmentise rubber-cans

and these are our remedies to failures whose wallowers interuse a nude girl with easy shouting
and these are our cool families that lead dudes to billowers
Uh, when once a draggler of memories ease screws into rivers a painter of curls use bridlings
to pony-fasten hoarse hearse-horses to an equine dresser of mulers
as, woven from sauce, dirtyers of dudes feud for petrol-pissers when daddies aside Leda
must surely sourly stroke a lily-flame

and kid men run to die whilst madams dream of pain
and gay hens run to cry whilst madams dream of blue Spain; and cemented head-flava must
get anointed by blown buzzy heart-failures; and, oo, while wetters of dementers get cusped
then binaries of monkeries must appear shining
and kid men run to die while madam macadam fixes rain with crying
and, lo, old wrens run from smiles
and, lo, god's men run from dials where a dragooner's wiles must lend dirt to grindings

oo, when once a leaden photograph gets taken then weepers of dust will develop bridlings
oo, when once a bitten mental-craft gets shaken then weepers of musk will develop ceilings
oo, oo.

*
Now and then a deckchair opens on my mind
and quakes me to ancestry - as i hop and cuss,
it's not like the stubbing of a toe or a
bouncer's stamp, but
more like something close to a maintop
severing of coronary honours; something more like
a cognizant diversion from the sane.
And, no, I'm not willing to neigh that I need it,
but I'll submit
that there's a masochist in remembering
that rigs and molds a poet's fatal eekings
with confessional passions such as these...

It's no fun waking up with a hoof in the eyes
when the days are rude with their promise of passing
and the alibi winds are stoning your windows
with their hits of equalising ardour, and the guns
are going off where we've seldom been
it's no fun
waking up with a devil of a glaze
when the world
is rough with the voice of home -
but no! i shall not transgress, but shall
show you an egg! shall pause to think and
mock love's manhood just the same!...
It's no fun to be prowessed with prowess
when your waking leading lady has gone
and when you have to
stand in for her salience, daily, and
forgive yourself for slouching like a Lord -
but no! i shall not digress, but shall
pro your path with burly ovaries
shot-n-locked up by me;
shall hook-n-gurn upon
the boomdocks of abeyance; shall
come home to a tea
you couldn't passably have made!...
It's no fun waking up with a hoof in the eyes;
no fun to reassemble
now your eyes have slipped away.

*
these are our carriage days when we will sirenise the wives of the dawn
O, these are our blue marriages that lead defamers to knives; and porn
appears to block the by-valve where a sea of depravers fuses sweet scorn
to a dicky ducky heart-mind sex-tree
O, these are out body-carriages that feed poet-seas to sunderisers
and, la, once along a ruby, wifflers of seed dreams all about storms as
a chiruping fruity sex-dooby becomes forced to scream

Ohm, as cars look directly down from plumed stars must varnish gass
Ohm, as Mars looks across a mad town, a moaner's flush dons glass
and these are our carried days when scifflers feed musks to banjo-grass
Ohm, these cars looky directly down from pullers of scarves that pass
a dilly river of ambered mealy waters
and, once a sea burns easy, weepers must cry for doctors while masts
get wide of the ocean-sun

and, lasered by, a saviour of a robin muscler must heal a green guise
and, lasered high, a sailor upon a boated mucker will drown for lies

Uh, where these sky-carriages slink aside sleekers and dressed tides
ropers, used for beads, appear welling for reapers and mud-closed eyes
Uh, where these sky-marriages sink aside strippers, then fatal babe-blinds
get curly-whirligng for kiddies candies
and, agh, we will surely outelbowel factories as stinking budgies
interwind sweet dill peppers with sweetexers and baiters of de Ladies

ohm, as cars look entirely down, pumellers of poesies get silk-rubies
ohm, as Mars looks inside a dead red town, eaters of knicks heed wine
and, once laden with sliding breads, keepers of gob scream for daffies
and, lah, a sliming vineyard snail washes sluggards with bared toiletries

Hah Hah Hah Ow-Yah!!

uhhh
*
*
the easy riders of the tipping rain
adjoins old glues to hissed pain
o as a baby rider raises red-eyed rain
a pusher of pulled prams
peer into baby eyes
and a grave of lies guides a blind vein
underneath obsidian plectrums
and we learn about the killed
and we burn
O

ideal husbands and ideal model wives
lay a lunar car upon
grey caverns where a city in a drum
slides a scissor in a cold gun
and my old bed is left to my son
and my best soiled bed
is bequeathed to the midday sun
O

the easy riders of the tipping rain
adjoin old glues to hissing pain
the eyelids of the framed
don false glass
and a sea of nudes buds upon masks
and we are nailed to
soft sottos and easy lady barks
O

here and now, grave-made, we
sharpen hearts and bones
here and now, slave-raised, we
sharpen harps and stones
and a baked seizure fits in trees
O.

*
the naked nitrates of a sad and sleeping town
will now inject knives with clowns
o eyes enter into nudes
o spies enter under lubes
and cappers of thunder lease a rat to drowned
soldier wars.

the naked nitrates of a sad and sleeping town
will now infect eyes with clouds
o skies slide into roods
o wives widen under foods
and a bed of nuts
falls apart.

and, lasered by, a saviour of a robin muscler must heal a green guise
and, lasered high, a sailor upon a boated mucker will drown for lies

Uhhhh

*
when rollers of boiled daisies pucker up
for gemmy spind wet-cuts
then we shrivel under bladers where pups
use saws against rivers
o, as we fall inside veils, a sea of mutts
men-mauls an accidental mirror
& an accidental mirror shines on the hill.

when once a spool of tears trammels
rosey baked fields where layers faze
under a cloaked cunt & a cakey mussel,
then a bad bale of junk litters salt-tunnels
inside a greaser's drakey river drill

the wild world is spun from rats....Oh,
eyes in dives dollop nights upon gnats
& blithe bruised brothers search for cats
& a parrot of geese cuts trees from fats

when rollers of boiled babies pucker up
for red-eyed billers of bone-baked muck
then a whorl of fear
suppers for a circus filled with tears
..
ah.. once upon a lake, we saw sluts
snappering cunt-cradlers from rucked
body-ovens.

ahhhhhh men men mien
ahhhhhh men men mien
oh amen!!!

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

please believe me - if they should ask me - i shall not take to mouth away all pretty lives?

THE END.

work-in-progress title: the scanty money babies whose cradled holidays forge veins
first draft poem then poem-song

the scanty money babies whose cradled holidays forge veins from vagrant lots will
hereby get deified by lost booze
O, shampy and sax, crisscrossed, gets head-relieved under trains until salted hills will
sodomise human pissy car-moss
and, la la, easy derivers of star-dross must ease a beer inside a swollen wound

the scanty honey ladies whose cranial city-glade forge vines from vacant cops will
hereby get deified by crossings while reddeners get
face-fed to regale spies; and, ooo, once along a wreck, hillers under ocean-dills
will become deadening
O, a faceless furious moonside gets decked

*
the scanty monkey ladies whose fablers forge seas from guns must don spurters
o, easy shampy bodies will, once tendered, use teas for suns
o, easy crazy buddies will, once rendered, use tears for drums; and elderflowers
become mazy while diggers of spunk get hammered
o, we will fight de sexy foldings until hostesses swim for mammas
o, we will ripen whilst we drag hillocks for dry murders

the scanty monkey bodies we will darkly regify will hereby soften as lammers
get marching for rubies; and a trader of family will hereby stricken fingers, and
oo, eyers appear burning
oo, riders appear yearning as a layer of king bees gets laden with ceilings
and, as hymens drive, a wicked windower in hired leaves will murder feelings
with blowers of brides

*
the scanty candide dollar-boys become scented by hearsers of hidden horses
O, easily strangled, bovver boys become dinted while a memory under forces
gets dipped in blood
and, once along a mind, meddlers of rods must fuse heads with burnt Gods

the scanty candifiers whose hands mix silks into cakes hereby layer soap-suds
aside scrubby scudders inside wanky flamingo baths
O, easily strangled, hover boys become dented;
and, la la, we will venalise toys

and, made weepy, wanglers of dead boys come starring down static hearses;
and, made creepy, wranglers of red boys come carving towns from sauces

*
the scanty acid wallah-boys become pented under trenchers while eagle horses
become rode till wild steed-heaven burns
O, daisy buddies, sprawled, become rented under lasers while regal horses
become rode till wild mare-heaven burns forever

the scanty acid walllet-boys become dimpled under munchers while eagle horses
get ridden with hills; and, oo, weavers of steeplers will surrender dogs to gorses
O, dairy laddies, trawled, become sent to mind-ripplers
O, easy daffies, scrawled, become sent to sex-trippers

and, made meaty, a dangerous dagger-flower becomes withering for strippers
O, dirtiers of dizziness use a bed-cross for jesus-drums while weeping zippers
achieve a burstive blue noose
and, once across love's cruise, weevilers must forge limbs from red kickers

*
the scanty acrid pillar-kids who shoot at flinted pigeons will transfuse pealers
with dirt-knickers found in a public shower
O, randy acrid driller-kids who shoot at minted prisms will transfuse mirrors
with flirted picnickers whose rectal egged pork-pie ignites hills with scissors
O, randy evil porn-kids will hereby surrender hawks to mice as red killers
become laden with devil shit-bottoms

the scanty acid river-pigs who grunt out aloud must suffuse beds with spillers
O, a daffodil of a tulip mummy interfuses magic flowers with blueberry rippers
and, once across a sweet cliff, i espied a cool clit come surrendered to strippers
O, scanty turgid river-kids who shoot at linted sturgeons will force old knickers
to fail; and, once fed to figs, a deviller of scented surgeons must ooze after
nakedness

and, once across a mad mine, i espied miners mining for moaners while fathers
become crisscrossed with a circus-mind; and, oo, little murders will use lathers
to sink a lady-soap deeply down where islands get routed by mirrors and fevers
O, once across a steel-mine, i espied riders riding for stoners
and, la, we will extemporise a naked death with cellves and mental boners

*
the naked nitrates of a sad and sleeping town
will now inject knives with clowns
o eyes enter into nudes
o spies enter under lubes
and cappers of thunder lease a rat to drowned
soldier wars.

the naked nitrates of a sad and sleeping town
will now infect eyes with clouds
o skies slide into roods
o wives widen under foods
and a bed of nuts
falls apart.

where a bell of ash breaks,
then men may well learn about green lakes and
cellars under drapes
must widen fathers with coaxers of seasands
and we who watch seasands
will supper for woven whipped capes
o

the lippers of the dead carry cashiers unto
big dippers
the riders of the spread a heart where dudes
drag doggy lakes for rippers
and we track green lobbies down
and we snap dreams
and we suffer screens
,.
Ideal men and women hit on hell-flame and
Ideal hens and children
jostle bones with bombed flowers

*
the riders of red ruin mount easy steeds
the riders of death's ruins
saddle a dog of need
and the baggers of greed fall from seed
and we swallow dragglers
o

raiders of mad midnights dream about
easy magic moons
and the sun at night shines upon drought
and we raise a river from sand-dunes
o

*
cementers of crazy garlands feed dementers to mazy gardens; and, o, as faceless fingers spin
then, made model, scissors of bread-demeters cause canny hands to force rivers under winds
O, a fatalism, ogled, delves sods for cremators with hiney drams
O, a natalism, ogled, uses deadeners for the divine cause of strangled women; and, spined,
we will derange evil paeds with tonsured natrons while, with haggers boned, chalk-crimes
become fascinated by devil cunt-vermin

and, once across a crashed crowd, an eater of grey ermine appears wetted with lost minds
and, once across a cashed crowd, an eater of fay sloe-gins appears slitted
and, la la, riders under ash-clouds must get fazed by blue-winds; and shitters with swines
will for certain, while murdered, crashdown for a body and a spine
O, weevils in lost smiles hit to a breaded boot-case
O, seagulls in bossed smiles peck for carrions as noosers of scavengers

become rigid; and, sss, a metaller of spurgeons will hereby sunder bakes with child-killers
O, we will hereby rock for the keen deaths of sex-devils
O, we will hereby shock old cock-spleen until rotators get happily murdered
O, we will hereby crow for idiot satans
and, once across a bled mind, me and you and naked matrons must die forevermore

uhhh a badger under mouse-feather uses rat-warrens for cradle-ice; and fumed whores
become diverted star-siezures; and, o, we will heed snow-covens while filthy cat-moors
now appear, whilst slutted, to listen to rizlas
uhhh, a menial ear-dilator gets glistening as a mortal hen inside pictures of gay wards
will, when nutted, forge easy fanny milk-raids
uhh, and builders of gorges fleece dammy dumb-kids with facelessness

cementers of crazy garlands feed dementers to screamers as a ninety carat parrot stores
birdy sotto-voces beneath bewrayers of demeters and dizzy one zillion carat thrush-tors
and, la la, we must use a ginuflector for a mumma
and, o-la, we must interfuse wived Hectors with Madonna
O, detainers of crow-dust must heave a pantie-shadow from a hadean herod-maw
O, deflamers of crow-cusps must heave thick easy panting from painted star-claws

demnotics, enprismed, beds swift hot sparks from a holy cat's milked cream-back
O, we will censor all kittens while holy feline God gets tail-tawny with red cats'

Uh. Uh we will come to a losing child yoyo; O, we shall don buzzy rat-backs to
sunderise spider-mules and termitic moth-ponchos; and, sss, while we use de blues to
swing eternally across life-lilters; and braders of sweet jazz heroes, antlers aside moons
become parted for an acorn of a boarish bum-tomb
and, when once trashers see inside gorgons without wombs: Uh, slitters in glassrooms
become giddily lampooned by evil paedophile teachers
Uh Uh. Once along a head-spoon, long ladies fingers moisten swalks with preachers

and hissifers who appoint holy gleaming wildlife will get fed special foods; and dunes
get salivated while chemical bodies become shrilled aside bed-morsels; and grey keepers
will here and now and forevemore, dance to a daff-song
and hissifers who anoint rolly polly anna, medallions under lungs choke blood-rivers

Ohh.

*
o a sharded summer skin gets to drain dregs dry
o a carded mumma
hisses for wintry winds
and a boner under glass cracks-up
and a stoner of masks snaps cups
o a sharded summer skin gets to drain dregs dry
and,, made lissom, a blorted flamer of a mind-eye
jazzes to deaths when gisms flow

the easy pandecations of a crashed top lip rides
against gilded lunacy
and the bodice of a baby brags about lies when ice
craps across a blown body daisy
and, o, sharded summers swim for pearlers
and, o, carded killers cut a cager from a seizure,
and loaded bracelets shut-up

o a marketer of sinewise drag drapes a drill across
islanders of christ's mane
and a gaggler under flame
jacks a wolf with twinned screwed pain, and loss
loosens mamma mourner as
idlers scatter crisscrossers against a tomb of glass
and, o, once upon a mind, grass
came whistling down a lard arse

o, a sharded padded father freezes as he fizzes for
a bald entertainer in a gassed moon
and, once blared, a blorter of a room shields whores
with magical idiots
and a city under egits eggs a blower with a walled
bodice of bled bone and neon shores
and, la la, my eater of edible wards abuses ingots
and, ah ah, my reaper of fallible mauds
mashes deniers with bleeders

o, creators of demure rain rock the abbeys for a
naked nuclear lady-shower
o, dilators of decorous rain
shoots an eyelet with pressure-pains
and a wounded boy at sea summons easter veins
where, dammed, a cheesed siren
cuts wicked bread aside chisellers of easy friction
.
o a sharded summer skin gets to drain dregs dry
o a carded flava
loosens giddy larders with incredible tree-eyes
and a broken token father fashions mind-beads
and a shaken shaven buddha
bags a stoner of a garden with two twinned killers
and siren men glow
.

*
While burned at a leather stake, eyers of crisscrossing mind-lenders
cum sundering birds with snakes
when faces float, then static aces will supper for ironed deadners
and a boated shack snaps for a venal heart-attack
and, masons to nut-traps snarl for beads and rings and crap
and, iced by patrons, slutteries send queer folks to sleepy paps.

the toselled lousy lolly men who pay for pylons must use caps
to doff a dummy mind at a mad stream where armed kids snap
a kodaking crying drawling town-angel;
and a cavvy in a scream swats sissies where endlessness
moon-swells up, up, up for
ditties of sandals and saddles and lotuses in a sky of wars.

While burned at a leather stake, shrivellers of spiners gorge
a pitted sex-tie from tawny owlers
a shying teamster who devours bandages and wards forge
a taper of twirly men aside burners of dovetails and crouchers;
and a baby in state
suppers for the forks and knives of a bibby mood; hate
suffers deniers when rummagers of tasted snoods get raped
by picklers of pockets and pulled tit-pianos

uh these crazy mazy dizzy daisy chaiins i don for meadows
get gutted; and, la la, a matrial meat-drain cries for meadows
and, pitted, as sand stirs, a mental sea-stain uses pillows to
arouse piggers of peppermints to
sodomise accidentally burned tongues; and bloods break
through hardeners of spillers and nostril-furnaces sleep

eyers may well purr as we darken screen-meats..
friars of gelled hell hoots in garlanded stream-meats
prising shellers helter after sharded poppy-meats
harping teasers shelter laughter inside bobbin-meats

and this signal hour penetrates duked piss-pup as sleep
dragglers for twirling mental fetes
and this is a day for a grey mind-show
and showmen hereby sell tortoises to venal veined crows

eyers may well purr as we darken screened deceit
riders may well swell for weed as weeblers bum-bleat
rifflers, writhed, give holy head to cemented glue-gites

**
19/01/2022

work-in-progress title: these are the drooling days where we lay our bodies down
first draft pome then poem-song

these are the drooling days where we lay our bodies down
o, these are the puling days where men lay life's babes in the town
and, hissing, while death cries, a mermaid seen under evil clowns will
surrender sex to a bled Void
o, these are the drooling days where we lay our ladies down
and, kissing, while death fries, the magi in dreams gets fed to boys

and entertainers to statues become cast away while granite toys will
hereby helter massive grey lubes with dead clays
o, a hectring piggy-poke peers under fig until dark drifters spill for
drivers of flamingo babies
o, we will sirenise red doobies while daddies get led to hot wards

*
these are the dreaming days where we lay deniers under salts
o, these are the fooling graves we used for deriding blood-colts
and, sistered, a puking navel gets fused to wars while brain-vaults
become scissoring
o, these are the screaming days where we lay bushers under kissings
and, once across deniers, we will star-craze doomers with beadings

and entertainers to virtues must lead ashen stages to pig while killings
come moon-caressing melders of decks with boning babbler-buildings;
and, oo, we must use toys for makers
and, oo, we must use boys for shavers
laa, once across blue crust, i oversaw a starlet made cold as labia

*
these are our screening days where we laden lives with fast money
o, these are the pukers of glazers whose headless wives bruise honey
and, once across a mirror, we will hereby study pushed pies; and monkeys
come shooting tulip-arrows
o, the darlings of permits become skeltering while pissers under nude barrows
and, once across a liver, sunderisers in penises get sawn from toes
and, ooo, eyers will shiver for mongolisers when braining suns burn mad crows
to demure and decorous sea-deaths

these are our shrieking days where weepers weep for fig; and vast babbies become
trackling whilst bookless plays get snared to mind-meat
and, once across doomed denials, as bloater of heart-sleep uses vines for guns
o, these battering swooned sea-files crash, then benders of nooses will don drums
and, lynching, drawlers, descried, lash ash to church-curtains
and, pinching, crawlers, death-dried, lash masks to smoke-seasons
oh, while killers use deformers, then daddifiers will magnify sexless mad reasons

*
ooo, these are my palace days when massive mod youths fall under graves
ooo, these are our dallas days when passive gods use walls for sweet caves
and, once along a mind, a leader of gems may well fuse drawl to wars
oo, these are our penis trade that reaps radios from shells
oo, these are my harnesses that summon meats from cells; and grey whores
hereby, made mammy, crap along serums

ooo, as wavers resound deep underground, macers of gardens study wards
ooo, as peepers resign to body-heat, a statuesque garland that lives for birds
must, descried, forge pastelers from peat; and this whole wild worler will curve
de cabineters of whores aside sad sweet must slice souls from curlers
oo, these are my pinnace days
oo, these are god's hairnet days

*
these soiling mad world-haters will come back homeward to find eaglers under clothes
come, whilst trilling, to star-rapiers; O, a coded rat becomes fed to pickers while crows
get strapped across birds and killers
o, and mindfolks will swerve aside hind mirrors that deflect gods from bummy shadow
and, la, where salters fuse killers to hills we will get scar-pillowed
and, la, where scarers noose minkers, we will get starving
and, la, where strippers noose pinkers, we will get raping after bells inside ceilings

these soiling mad world-cagers will come back skyward to find riddlers under loaves
come, while drilling, a cheese-labia will strum slitterers with rectal roofs
and, oo, the cheated cunny fever that force-feeds men with lights must strangle nudes
with horsers and donkey-dildo milners
and, radioed for spermatozoa, meadow-kissers will spray rape-seed across chippers
and, la, a dizzy doctor-bird will interfuse hector with adolph and hilda while shitters
appear laden with cunters

La. these are our family days that feud for punkers while spurters of shrill spunk pictures
every single ratted owl; and we easily foul the riders of gods where a digger of sisters
becomes drillling for grey towels
La. these are our family days that use whores for junkers will surely marry murders

*
o i took a leak in a show-home
o i took to heat
o i grew like a bone
and, salt-maced, i jacked till stone
came sidling after money
and a laden lover has some monkeys
and a parent brother
glows, just like a glow worm glows
and a naked coddy
sunders easy knives with family

bullers of broken noses slap for
greasy tides which loot after caddies
and a coca-twist
cums shouldering lips from daddies
la la, locusts of a copious sea-daffy
drill for grey musk

o i took a leak in a cooker as my bed
came spinning before dreams
and, oo, a locum who nurses bread
will succour now for lubes

eaters of lavatorial biscuits don lead
leaders of equatorial bag-bits
shine, shine
and, o-la, we centre mailed mines
to weird scenes and falon-minds.

*
the easterly arising shadower of easter-xmas
gets pushing balls far West
oh, a local hall drags sex
oh, a sweet brawl drinks meths
and a hot meaty flower
gets fed to cafes when a bodying ole mesh
slides a teasmade around coffee-nests
and, la la, easy toffee minotaurs
slice cars from boobies
and a starry sun shines down and down

the easterly arising shadower of easter-xmas
gets rushing for drawl
oh, sweet sounds of jazz
slide a holy motor across a dream as cabs
slink into yellow taxis

eaters of lavatorial linen dream of bags
easy vase-river rides
cause stickers to cover hinges whens slags
cauterise dumdums with prides
and a catty dog gets led to bird-heaven

*
encumbered cads who sleep out in a star
hereby sunder labs
oh, a sea of sleep sirens after straps
oh, a sea of wheat seasons fists with paps
and an easy flower
grows, just like a cancer grows,
and a citadel of fathers slams aside snows
and a cocoa-transfer
loosens aside dancers

under this unencumbered eyelid, a cake-car
hereby thunders for bum-bras
and a cafe in the moon slices under scar
and a coded mind-moon
layers geese with soft dunes
and a beller of kids
claims cashers from sex-fig

*
spirals, shouldered, get lanced across xmas-easters; O, a dizzy draggler uses eyes for murder
O, we will sirenise pets when loss fuses messers with depleters
O, rivals to murderers get dunced
and, once along bladers, a naked nuclear belly becomes sweated with fingering geiger-thunder
O, riflers, scalded, pet drunks while an easy lady becomes rented; and odes to fever swing liarss
directly across a moon-spy

spirals, shouldered, get masted across a male Venus; O, a dizzy dappler uses cries for purdahs
O, we will perfume natal navel-wives
O, we will piss after fatal candle-christs; and, la, a sweeper of blood-tears must force fever to
slink a scanty bibler aside benders of rapine Mars
and weepers will weep for silky when a bonnet-scar gets donned by headlessness
O, we will piss after fotal pussers whose hirsute bubblers get cut down

as fatalisms grow from the west, then a bodifier of cuddlers will snapper for zappers in town

Uh. a sizzlered barny bolted desk appears frozen; O, as sweeteners sunder loss then sounds
must apple-fellow darling bled birds with ovens; O, as riveners swerve de Cross then sound
will come arking across bedded blue nerves
Uh, a sizzlered brandy contorter's celled sex gets sucking along dick cellars
La, spitters whose body-browns swells enhearse lips with mong; and diseasers render
a phlanger across oilered wastegrounds
and, oo, i have seasoned salted spermy fair-gowns while tissuers of de drowned get slender
and, oo, eyers will stink aside a colted wishing-well

as fatalisms grow from the west, then a bodifier cups defective tits inside twixers while
a bleeded river-blow comes chanting after hair-defiers; and picklers of knives will smile for
chicken picknickers whose dirtying soup-flasks reel for England's blue pleasant field-ward
O, weepers, woded, rush after deflaming dinner-masks
O, reapers, budded, rush across deathening honey-flasks; and dreamers, casked, get rafts
come sinking beneath a bender of a bone-mast

and dizzying dogdazers will have to walk a pony when a kind cat is walked on a street-string
and, ah, as blurtives swank for ole shoes, a passioner of chillers becomes bedded under rings
and, ah, as a bruiser blue-burst causes cagers to sink candles into sex-lungs then wasp-stings
extemporise domers with a headless heart-forge that sun-shapes marshes from space-swings;
and, ah, i will entertain kissifers
and, ah, i will use biblers after lucifers; and, o, deformers of dickers i will send to riders of
prisoners and entertaining bastardising head-mien-mind blonde asylums

Uhh all of the easy fucking time, a draggler of freedoms flexes flesh then cooks human lobs
Uhh all of the peasy fucking times, a haggler for cuntom flexes fish then roasts subhumans with
a dairying daisyier of canteens and midnight trains all keen children get lost on; and kidders swig
some perfuming pepsi while active model choo-trains will get sued by coaches while pig
gets bummered; O, we shall slide a lovely love-button directly inside roaches and styled fixes

Eh? Lo? O-La? whence bunchers leash a soul-model a deriver of ass-armomas will tie a lipsis
to a fueller of parroters; and, while fleeced, a moll-juicer gets flea-fed to all cat-genius: Pits
appear faloning until enhearsers of phony phone-dials launch bee-beds to cautious crypts
Eh? Lo? Ow-yah: and, once sculleries get stoned, riders on squirt uses a toady for a pie-man
and, inching into crucifixion, a romantic pet gets wave-stormed by dummy graves while Pan
becomes drowning for raveners and magpie decks
Eh? Lo? Ow-huh? whence cunters feed a red scalpel to muted desks, then moped-kecks
will, once pinned to lyons, get a rancid father to a sweet masked space where loaded pecks
sink a holy penis into pylons

and poetry and science are very much the same: the dichotomy is the Void between

*
oo the data of deniers drools across a floormat
o feeders of riders
fan vaginal masks with ultraviolet cunt-rats
and a whirly mind pool
surrenders to a whored grave;
and the world has to drive dunny days with
honeyers of hoisted snipping horses
and a bride gone cold
succours eyes from female soul; and kids

crack a kindler from a bastard under ribs
and fountainers of easy windscreens frig
icy fascinators with doomy denim sky-pigs
and a strapper of a rose
rots; and the lover of a toad squelches crows
and a spectral cunny crania
culls a menstrual coupler with fast soft sloes
.
o a decliner on a hard lip scatters old robes
under bunny blind fires
and easy recliners wash wasps in old clothes
and a peasy defilers wash clocks in red loaves.

sunned pifflers pee as pealed cheapsters die
and a maiden under leas
lends mind canneries to female feline dives
and listeners to childrens
cock-shadows ivies with mated heart-hives.

*
as the summer dreams of eyes come back to life
fat needle-nights of fond felines drop a candle-christ

one of the suns is shaped from midnights but will not
scatter a dark moon-mind,
and the summer dreams of eyes come out for mice,
and the needle-lights of five million hens
sets a north-ship tossing a coin upon five seas

Thus, in the maundering morning of a sinless day,
Jack and his wife set sail for a north-south grave...

one of the suns is shaped from midnights but cannot
spiral from the stars of heaven's tears..

we shall never dream of the mazes made from rot,
neither shall the sadness of a dark prison heal hops;
and as the summer rides against punks and salt-shots,
then a vein of winds parts a string with fairy hands?
..
we hear a hardening tap next-door watering a house
that has no hardened tap;
and we stop stilled forever, come naturally to a loused
wheatstalk which dances for tiny stools.

immense slashed eyes wash away a correspondence with
old rollered eyes that rain away a footpath under kids
,
O.
*
the moon has a little goat for
dawn-break?

20/01/2022
©

work-in-progress title: the world that hastens mad pigs to flower
1st draft pome then poem-song

the world that hastens mad pigs to flower dramatises bulbs in dragons
La, the girls who glisten use digs for powders
O, a saviour's bedpan rams stools around ancthers while odes to wagons
appear rose-fed to edams.

the world that jams after eaten sailors hereby remand god-sex where sand
appears dissolving under a sweet sex-failure
O, de worlded earth-gals who sweeten lovers must become old as flagons
and, once moused, bedded dudes give head to killers

*
there are too many shoes here: lo, here, where i scream, boots appear soiled
La, the wideners who use fear send tears where eyes dream
and, made loose, as faces fry, me and my lost birds will hereby jack coils
and, once along a noose, blase baiters of wives must reel aside cunt-foils

there are too many shoes here: lo, here, where i cream, oats appear spoiled
La, the wideners who use piers arsonise all brighton while sailors get reamed;
and a bodicer of braiders must sear musk to gardens while easy screens
become shattering

and weavers of lost tomorrows must render missilers to fizzy dishy beans

*
the words that i breathe become farmed to illiterate families; O, fishy streams
get shit-woven beneath guns; and, la, fanners of myslexias must fuse deans
with opal blue genetics
O, we will ride for red leas when a turtler inside drammers become sainted
O, we ride for dead bees when a wasper outside hammers become feinted

the words in which i shed poem-disease will husk after mooners; O, rapers
become raided while gilded body boys must send laughter to pepper
O, we will ride for bread-trees when a hurtler inside Numbers become flavoured
and some sweet-minded flavoured shrouders must die out
O, we writhe for dead beads whilst a doctor of lust cries for sperm-droughts

*
there are too many birds here. O, i get pecked to death by swinish seagulls
Ah, where family birds sear me, i feel carrion birdies winging across sea-skulls
O, a butcher-baker on a cliff becomes married to sparrow-barrows
O, a baker-bender in a lift becomes buried aside de blues as chosen arrows
appear surrendering to spun pin-skin
and, once along a mind, a tale of winds became told to an egit cat-child
and, la, this idiot world must relay limbs to grey labs
and, la, a ingotted pearls lust after gins then agents to cabs must fuse de wild
with telephonice beagle-blowers

there are too many birds here. O, i get decked by mesh by spinal eagles
Ah, where family bibles kill me, i feel after desktops where janus-regals use
ladeners of hair to cable illers; and curry combers must rent famous dudes to
a prattler of a dilly lemon-tipsy parlatan;
and this woven world is dourly mine; and, oo, easy dog-kittens use chickens
to ash-widen frozen bird
and this mindless earth uses curves to sirenise a demure demnotic kitchen;
O, i get kecked by rhinal beetles while a diaphonus human-sewer skewers
bladed bark-tremories

and, la la, stella sky-rapists must summer-sink wintry horses under fever
Uh Uh Uh, these are our navel days when shrinks enhearse bods with mirrors.

*
Eh...

this wide earth and the faces of a lost birth become wizening underneath the dilly stars
O, our silly flowers become laced aside worts when fizzers of red sleep becomes scarred
and, once across a miraculous sea-slide, vultures became massing for eardrums while cars
hedonise beheaded dancing turkey-chickens
O, our silly flowers become mazy bee-lives interfuse deniers with mitchers whilst papas
will muscle after freezing crazy turtle-curtains
and, when once madam macadam tars lost silence, then missionaries of greyers sunder
demnotics of a dunny day-grave

this wide earth and the faces of a crisscrossed girth becomes withering beneath motors
O, our dilly reviling lovers will heat a fist-crosser with tear-tums
O, our drilling deviser of murders will beat a swift-spooler whose tyres must scatter
vast blinding reelers across bone-boys
and, once along a crazy heart, i heard us dummy-drumming for evil mummy gingers;
and a wild world is mine to breathe
and a wild bird is mine to wreathe with wrathish fairy-tongues;

and we will contend with rosy flowers as we fight red bullish lime-teased bowers
Uh, a vastness of hymnals clasp dirty drovers with bled gallish spy-squeezed mouthers
and we will contend rosy arousers with grey plovers; and jackers will use dreams for killers
Uh, a vastness of hymnals craft filthy clothers with dead dawlish eye-teased lube-tweezers

oo. a peachy bounce of a glaucous baiter becomes screwing skirt; oo, a city slickers
gets peeing upon blind wires; and a teeny sugar-lung gets moving hurt to tears while riddlers
must, made curved, come pouching udders under moosers
oo, a peachy flounce of a glaucous rapier becomes spewing shirt; oo, a baby builder
tracks all love's five and country senses down
and, pulled from pies, a sugar-dummy got wound in de eternal mummy-cloths; and towns
will hereby fragmentise faggy stella-gummies with dazzlers

and we will contend with rosy gilt-showers; and, la, we must use a daddy for a crown while
dementers of guilty head-pig ram a rodeo radio beneath naked dudes who grin from a dial
and, oo, our cunty cunny-mammy moon casts fanny night-life across cellephonics
and, oo, our cunty daffy-dunny red-balloon must arise from christs thence die for a smile.
and, o-la, towers must forge lemon sex-ochres from tides, and milk-tides will dial sonnets
and, o-la, budders must cause messengers to strum striders while stinkers eat hornets
and, o-la, i espied a feline dog-doctor cum ravelling across mentors of shrinkes whoe bonnets
appear damaged

and we will contend with meaty swill-shadowers; and, la, we must use a mammy for a clown while
decanters of dilly bread-fig rams a radio rodeo beneath cars where a nuclear lizard guts wild
daffy titty-shone star-gridded diamates; and we will hurl prisons into gay mussellers while wiles
become idiot-naked;
and a birder of racist scum get surrendering to facelessness
and a rider of incest-scum get sundering bruises while fishers of dizzy lunar sea-deaths dial
an intractable bionic pneumatic fist that leashes de magi to dirtiers of fuzzy rose-deaths
La. these ragged moody model-men appear suckered by pertive gobs; and, posed, guiles
appear glass-destroyed

La. these glans-riftlers become convoys and, O, a damager of cods certify Voids when
a feline toy-man jacks penis-fuses
Ah, choppers of cherry muses get chokered; Ah, a scurrier of blood-luds must use Zen
to privatise doggy mains head-monkeys
and weavers of dodgy trains heed rocky junkies whose heroin-hides will swell for miction;
and weepers, drained, shed big salted rocks from natalisms
and puffers under villagers spread pig-fig for the leaden Sons of England

Lahhh the evil mind-head-heart comics yield damagers to de guns of genius Ireland
Lahhh the deviller of bed-hearts conicalise a fallen deviser of de drums in genius Wales
Lahhh these eager holy Scottish farm delves after coverers of celtic poem-sirens;
and, once a british sex gets done, then pineapple palms interfuse beheaded gardens with
very most venereal petters whose hugeness of animal Lord will surrender to a swung kid
and, oo, weepers shed milk-weepies where the sylvan rapes found on opened fields
doomy grog-denier will cause openers of hair made loose by mouth-pounds

Eh? wagoners, spilled, must launch scissors with emerald bidet-basins; and meals
become melded with mealy sea-lunch; and eyers of lip drazzlers across red wheels
Eh? flagoners, swilled, will munch on mirrors and tidal hired windows fused seals under
blonded british blades that hereby glisters forever
more....

*
idle chief modellers serry after naked parental graves
la easy eastern bladderers
swerve; and a bedded lion uses cats for canned slaves
and, oo, when madams burn
then easy bridlers will use firms to stoke germs: Oh,
once upon a delicate sea-mind
i overheard dummies under grime
come rocking at salient moon-shines
and a chief modeller serries crime with swift lines

and we go down the mind as presidents across wine
drain a daffy glass
and we go down god's blinds,
and toucans in de town slice lime with fairy-flasks
and an eater of doom denial
catches kingfishers from defiled babby blades;
and i have seen dead kids on the moon
come shuddering for cocoons;
and an easy screen snaps
and a dizzy dream cracks

we are the haloers of lost men
we don the razors of soft men; and eyers under saps
corrode for lasers
oo we are the hailers of crossed men;
and decriers, veiled, get lifted by female chicken
and, star-nailed, a loosener of eyes
carries cradlers to bulbous body-scribes

uh uh uh.. sirens have shaved men to the very wick
uh uh uh.. diamonds have shot hens
and, made fotal, easy chillers chopped old women

*
chieftans of choppy chewy mind-merchants
gather rose-bunds from eerie guns
la la, chief mad modellers, screwed, use suns
to start a diamond heart from vast nude-plants
and an evil silence stones the moon

the pepperers of blue-burstive candles appear reddened
under ticking mind-udders; and cradles within prisons
appear tickling trouted forced seasands
o, paperers of grey-burstives use angels to snap dead-ends
la la, as madamed myslexia forges sandals then killed friends
will sermonise geeks with lubes and porators
and, la la, mitchers who dance for bands will use mutedness
to sodomise a richness of chopped fans
and we come to in a deadener of drams whose sweet sadnesss
gets bone-fed to ashes

the pepperers of bristlers sear pecks with picklers when
damselllers come kissering ear-meths; and an acid diadem gets
scar-shovelled up, up high when,
once bled in a nursery, a tiding light-lens guts glass then gets
stella-sparklered across bodiers of night-dens: O, fat sweats
cause a riffler on de cross
to fall for thieves when crisscrossers use prams for wrecks;
o, meteors, slammy, sink ceres aside fusers of war-wrecks
and crucifiers of mammy dresses eyes with skired decks

ahh, as we come to a new but ruined world, ashen pets
will get happily fed with butterers of ideal girls; O, kecks
will hereby go drag the moon
and, wailing by, slaggers of dunes couple beds with nests

*
and this wolved whippy hired world must fuse dusts to labia while families
get bummy with bladers of fired curls; and, uh, wallopers of fever use mammaries
to face-feed creepy deniers with stockers of curves; and dead men abuse memories
and, once crunched, drippy mind-girls fuse pus with tea-raiders: oo, factories must
pulse across cunt till aldebarren heart-pearls as a dragoner forces fools to shine

eternally. And, once smiles get burned, a vagury of sauces cum shooting wine
la, a damseller, bumped, gets squirmed as a family of horses come racing vines
and, oo, radio eyers gather and cook some vineyard snails; and, ahh, we will dine
along fifty endlessness; and trendless food-thumbs get sphered while coda-kine must
conger-truss a baited blue flower under rude gummers and blue suede pups
and, one a maiden chews owlers then de original gooy father will hoot after cups
and, uhh, a trodden shrew gets sent to ratted trapped tine-heavens

when winkle-pushers don baiters, a loafer of catted swine-haven will sink sluts
La, as tidal oglers dive, a local raider of spittlers get candid with ferine feral-fuck
and, once when oblators cried, we oversaw our glazy bearded minds use suck to
sirenise dullards inside red hides; and we will shrink for weary twitching when dudes
get lubbering up for impassable cat-binoculars;
and, oo, once along a ferale bore, a slicer of oven-circulars must kill all Lovers

*
..
the moon has a little goat for
dawn-break
birds drip as winged pinafores
pin a moth upon sheet glass.

all of my neckties
having been wrangled under wards
now froth up, just like
modellers of mothers whose lite
looms down the hill
..
sooner or later, a glove will
ride up a sweet clifftopped ill
spleened hill where old night
hapily strangles the eyes of milled
bodices of dyed lary masks

whilst i was checking my pockets,
a swanny swansong
rinses furred hands when suns
bark upon little lady guns
.
the moon has a little goat for
dawn-break
birds drip like trees and wards

answer to daddy's mind-drum...

*
Copyright JDB 22/01/2022.

work-in-progress title: these are our ballad days when we exhume palaces
first draft pome then poem-song

these are our ballad days when we exhume palaces from stately rooms; and, lo,
where we glister for mazers our twixed minds will suffer bathrooms
Ah, a chidden turkey child will don cake-spine while strappers of bedrooms lode
rhyming sex with dead smiles
and, oo, we will weevilise moon-dials while wintry fevers cause boats to explode

these are our ballad days when we exercise easy dirt; and a driver oaks will rove
keen cousins where closed birds dam sweet dizzy hurt
tO, and we will come to a nude world where a flirted skirt appears led to a ramrose
and, oo, we will certify big hands
and, oo, we will extend lost sands to maskers of apple islands

Yeah

*
oo wiveners of spastic castles will hereby sunder massive creches with evil widows
oo wideners of policed plastics must don thunder
and, when once girls get dived, a molteniser of lovers will chase devil windows across
bunking sperm-yields
and, la la, ferns under weals will reveal tangential cancer to grey fields

oo wiveners of spastic castles will hereby sunder passionate cretins with de Cross
and, uh, once along mental parcels, shudderers will impregnate kids with stone-moss
oo wiveners of spastic hearses come yelling after rills while houses under candy-floss
appear bedevilled by stalk-men and operation fathers

and, la la, drivers of eyes will deify the dead lovers whose faces

stop

*
tidal idlers become fed to bakers while cunny head-butchers must slide beds to sleep
La, renal riders become fed to makers while honeyed head-hiders slide minds from
deepeners; and, lo, where eyes drop, then tearing mammy burrs come using lost meat
to sirenise solus men whose passive shops will sell fossils to dead children

tidal idlers become fed to pepper while monkey heart-booters must slide beds from sleep
La, rhinal saddlers become fed to fakirs while babied bed-boopers don turfs from heat
and, once along a salt-grind, eyers may well dial red ladies
and, once along lost minds, riders of hay have to delve babbies for baby;

and we will caress a feline hay-cheek as we must confess to tiger lobbies; and red wheat
becomes tangified by users of clay-beaks
La, and an emptiness of deceivers becomes looted by porn-peepers while sleep gets
melodised by scissor statues
and illing bakers of river-cradles must die out

forevermore

*
tidal riders become fed to rubies when cunted bed-users must slither under sleep
La, venal bridlers become led to smoothies
and, o, once across a gun, me and god's hoodies got shot in the lip while babies
became horded under porches and taxi-doobies
La, venal idlers become fed to pixies
and, o, once across the sun, me and love's nudies appear fed to sex-rabies

and, uh, when ligrons fill green tears, god's sex-movies get led to cushion-daddies
and, uh, when tigrons fill mean genoas, then god's coke-movies interfuse daffies
with heart-mind mission-smokers
La, a timeless day in prison will ladenise the dying with phantastic easy daisies
and, uh, we will certainly claim hills while archangels darken family with dairies
La, when vaginal serums become filled with dials, we will die for memory

*
tidal tiny tears become rendered by wax-fingers; O, while long ladies burn
then, layers of eardrums become fucked by gingers; O, while long babies burn
then flayers, stunned, become forced by peepers; O, while strong ladies churn
then players inside gum become duckd by sneekers
and, uh, while wives shoot lost lungs then a sterling killer raises ropes from sperm

tidal easy tears become surrendered to wasp-ringers; O, while strong laddies turn
then, lovers in bled suns become fed to horse-benders; O, while strong babies burn
then pushers of bread-guns get shouted down by ripeners;
and, made easy, bellers of drums cum huffing salt seed; and weavers of breakers
breakdown; and salliers of eardrums cum cuffing bees

uhhh.

the wafflers of heart-mind failures will hereby rotate across the Void
o, death's rider must murder labia while family must crisscross old boys
and, la, easy eaten father-toys will drag sleep for lusts while city joys void
a sea of whiteners;
and, oo, as grinders suck fast fingers a parent to dust wiles its kids away
and, oo, as peekers, fucked, drink pictures then a naked nailer in de grave
gets star-seizured

the wafflers of heart-mind mirror will hereby sodomise creators; and slaves
become lunar-baked
O, a ladener of stone-snakes become sharpening as dictators use graves
to sunderise bee-bone with operation rolling slumbers
and, la, weepers get pissed while criers of stoning Numbers must use naves
to fragmentise deniers with snarling cunters

ahh, wafflers of heart-mind dilators will hereby rotate across the blue Void
o, death's crying sea-swine predicate illness
ahh, wafflers of heart-mind diallers of heels hereby rotate across the bird-Void
o, death's crying tree-mind predicates madness
and, ssss, blinders of bead-vines get scattering balders aside sweet sadness

Uh- a native to candles becomes jeery while wheat-germs leap from blindness
and, sleuthed, angled angels become beery;
and, o, once across a crashing subway sun, a picker of easy sleep forges fuzz
from swalkers of duned men beneath a trained-family
Uh- a native to candles becomes easy while sneeky peepers cutdown memory
and, sss, a wicked vast wifeling appears moon-dialled while
drovers of lipsticks cast deadly dartings aside tied entombed smiles

ahh, pled space-prisoners will summon flava from nice slides while melodies
get spouted aside face-killers; O, sermonic labia must spread flaps for de wild;
and motorers who get car-moistened must hereby scatter weed; and a lost child
may well become fastened to an evil mind-child-abuser
ahh, pled lace-prisoner will supper after mailers
ahh, pearlers, shit in outerspace; and idlers inside head-hospitals must clamour
after fucking dummy bays

oo, idolisers of basin-graves get heightened by lost fans-n-gloves; and mama
becomes iron-spiralled adown heavenly pets; and, la la, grinders of peppers
must hereby silently trip silent paeds that trample oediopus aside blue mannas
oo, idolisers of basin-blades get sex-hardening until fishermen of mermaid will
bound from brixton tubes
and, la la, where evil racists fall, then a keenness of lubes will fragment red hills

Uh..wafflers get pinched by a pinky winky meanness whilst petrol curtains drill
easily fallen falons with eaters of inky squidy fatalness. O, aside lemons, hills
become too drawn for real fathers;
and riders under corn sky-storm streets of feeling dirty with milky cow-livers
Uh..wafflers get lynched by dummy shoes;
and, while dickers cry for bread, we must spew nuts acros milk-raids: ooo,
measurers of pickers sink a titchy spot of domestos in a watry pint-glass
and, ssss, we will extemporise mitchy madams with rainbowers and masques

Eh? end-stopping chicken-men must tan the rippy radio fairies; and flasks
will, while choking on thermos-hens, get abused by lemon laden tea-casks
Eh? end-copping mitching men must stand upon dippy meadow-ladies: Oh,
we must widen drawls under brollies
Eh? when a wearying city wolverine cuts gormeghasts from ruby will close
beach-bedded stolen sea-clothes; and, oo, ladeners in masts will surely robe
oval opal daddy-jeans; and, la, renderers of roof come scattering grey troves

wot?

*
o a marketer of sinewise drag drapes a drill across
islanders of christ's mane
and a gaggler under flame
jacks a wolf with twinned screwed pain, and loss
loosens mamma mourner as
idlers scatter crisscrossers against a tomb of glass
and, o, once upon a mind, grass
came whistling down a lard arse

*
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 acred heart has dead windy
reins
lo
uh-.

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 ant-queens 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 WINDS WEEP WODES
AND MY SEX IS LOAVED
..
*
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.

the bibliobus is calling us.....
when staple-guns lie bleeding with
the varos moon and yogas will
brighten with lust the cartons drank from
the vinyl earthed by felt snows
and the stones that fall will lie with your children

do not dent the buds of escalators
nor ride the toads for the toads are freed....

in the swansea herald was a man who was shot dead
he was a manito and he was a wasp
ghosts cry for the dawn and rolled menstrual urine
will shit in the mouths of infants
and peroxide claims the clerk of Christ:-
christ is a bastard and he often craps his panties?
these thieves are perfect and live for ever?

brontes, why is it that jonah makes your books burn!?

eyes spurn the words which heal
and the softness of this living-room
will snap the clavicles
of the all-too-real and furled space
must come inside love's mouths

this zero seed must split the mien
of a mind which is not whole
for i have a brain which is not whole
my brain denies my thoughts

james joyce resides in a marvelled tower...

damned was the sea that sped about my fists
there is no place for the humaner race

i am a manito and a matricidal wasp!!?

the zero seed shall not storm
this town of ghosts nor darken death
with Indians
and this narrowed vein
will taunt the tides of seas made plain?

eyes cannot shape the mint cakes
which live inside death's stupid soul
this zero seed shall not storm
this town of ghosts nor shaded flumes
snap the fuses of love's mind

eyes cannot rape the pathe gazette?

uh!!!!

pushers of pleaders get gun-glutted when ten seasons on a whorl
appear lusted for halflings
o, pisseries, melted, don dud blue movies when daughtered girls
get scented by robes and defunct videos

pushers of puzzlers get beckoning as a bell-psalm dream for curls
o, fisheries, raised, get reckoning with glass
and, slayered, teethers under stiffenings use masks for stereo.

ah, shrivers of shrivellers, staged, cage cock-hearses where swirls
get jesu-spangled
and, la la, fishers of kangaroos must ride to sleep and whirl

forever

*
pushers of kitchen reel under times as daisy diaries come
transfixing bones to eels
and, made plural, riders of seals get sunderising flue-lungs
and, oo, murals of drivers
appear stamened by rivers

pushers of kitchens reel for hidden food-litter and lovers
fragment when a bobbled boat across five seas
comes bobbing from starvers of lost
daddy dingoes

ah, shrivers of swivellers are hereby cunted by cities

*
oo a pusher of felinity gets margarine-mangled where
idiots pee from a dark chair;
oo a lover of felicity gets scared
and, made mother, motel-fathers get led to dyed air,
and, o, a puker of hotel-leaders
gets moon-fangled with proctorates and deaf hair

*
Copyright JDB 23/01/2022.

work-in-progress title: the daffiers of doomy dusky kicker-fires will hereby suffer
first draft pome then poem-song

the daffiers of doomy dusky kicker-fires will hereby suffer after blousers
O, de rafflers of gloomy musky knicker-spires hereby suffer after drowners
La, once across a crisscrosser, a fatalism inside family suffers fast killers
La, a coded disinfectant anoints sexers with laser-labia

the daffiers of nudies set a head on fire while spiderers spin dirt-webs
O, a farrier at de bodies peck breaded spires while riders under dog-webs
become issuers of blue babies
La, de marriages of red ladies will lend tears to rubies
La, de carriages of dead cavvies will rend spheres from tidal doobies

and deifiers of riflers must huff gunned cum whilst raging father-foxies
become scented by dog-musk
O, deniers under eyes will clasp to masques; and roomlessness spreads
outdoors in the indoors

*
the daffiers of doomy crusty scissor-tyres will hereby suffer after mousers
O, de castlers of moon-men shovel fires from drills
O, de cascaders of children prove mussels evil while rapine queasy fingerers
become ghosted by women
and, la, when sin crows then dazzlers in red gardens must forge rose-ripplers

the daffiers of doomy faisty river-fires will hereby suffer after despisers while
whiteners of gloomy fishy bone-briars must entertain lovers with starred wiles
O, de capers of cunny dishy stone-spires don veins
O, de defamers of money kisserss will lend tears to gold-grains
and, uh, we must hoist beds from murders

and a bedraggler of swooners will hereby sunderise a fracturer of mothers

*
the daffiers of mazy eye-kissers will surrender dogs to a feline Void while brothers
become deadenised by sky-lippers
O, a damager of cretinisers must burn zippers while defamers of easy lovers
become shuddering
La, as merchants of diviners get huddling soft smiles aside filthy egg-mothers

the daffiers of mazy crazed lickers will surrender mogs to a canine God while shovers
become fragmentised by lazy pippers
O, a denuder of graveward hazy hipsters must ignite pickers while shaved bubblers
become thundering
La, as mettlers of refiners get sidling across baked sex-mussels and lemon carriers

will hereby stop

*
the daffiers of mindless eye-riders will hereby slumberise lost skies with harriers
O, we will become evil while we shoot honeys
and, once long a mad eagle, huffers of roots become serpentised aside bunnies
O, we will become seagull while we shoot monkeys
and, once along a bald beagle, castlers inside families become easy for ladies

the daffiers of mindlessness oozes rills under bridlers when a baker of bogies
become rivered aside valleys; O, nooses sunder idlers when butchers of roadies
must, once chained, go running after fishes
and, sss, we must surrender veilings to ashes while biblical bread and fishes
come clamouring after fishmen whose candyless sex-smile oozes kisses

Uh the daffiers of trendless ear-splicers will hereby slumber after dogs and bat-boys
O, we will become friendless as we trill for memories
and, la, when ashkeys drop bed-desks then a dammer of daft melody makes toys
come slating de masters of a head-breast with easy five and twenty UFOs

the daffiers of emptiness car-slices hillsides; and, la, when ashen space-yoyos
get alarming for endlessness, dramatisers of islands ram hens across sea-ponchos
O, we will become aimless while we slam a soap-hands across ocean-stereo
and, la, i espied, once just last year, a naked sea-slam becoming lost in Heroes

Huh, i will extemporise evil fear whilst echoers of bee-brands sting Shakespearos
Huh, i will extend me and my torn tears with plaintiff seed-scrams; and, oo,
where once my dirtying menstrual mental digitalis gets goofed by drams then Neros
may well shudder as Cleo scuds in Caligula's milky moose-bath

and daffiers who sink a stereo under spun sweet-kissers will hereby bask after
all men and all mad chickens; and i will strum meat-pissers while sexed hereafter
gets rented to scrawl
and, la la, issuers in shawls get pissing for dizzy brawlers; and sadness maims Father

and, oo, as a buttery glaucous slick gets heaving for dawdlers then neon baskers
must, once fed to seminaries, slit-sets dreamers in wailers; and, ah, urban maskers
become linearly lunatic while peering pets ride for skin-tailors; and, uh, defamers
will, once fed to granaries, suck skips from painted apple-claws
La, we will extend arms to forced fuck
La, we will expand slop-farms
La, we shall forever stop messed dick-palms

and daffiers who stink of human meadows will hereby become rented to embalmers
and daffiers who stink of females will surely come to arise from gunners
oo, once inside a granite sink, shiverers of basket-mums spill for riders; O, charmers
get grave-cemented
oo, once aside a granite kink, we will surely come to arise from gingers
and, whence weevilised, picklers in pills will bottle some pils for nailed spy-chokers

and daffiers of trendless ear-writers become stationed aside train-melters; O, coaters
hereby gnash de seven teeth whilst bikers get bud-moistened
and, la la, Caligula dons his favourite whippy while Cleo scuds in her milk-bath
oo, once along city-gums, tisssuers of baby bile will hereby cut marks from masts

and all this woollen wild earthlinged head-hearse will huff cum then murder masques
and all this woollen smiled sea-harnessing bed-curse will mash wrens under clasps
and all these wooden dials i seize will become statuesque
Oo, a bottler of semen reviles for dills
Oo, a cottler of seasons devours mills while coaxers in rills get cloaked in de past
and all this woollen wide earthlinged mazy Alpha boxers must don evenings
Oo, a coupler of raisins issues stoned soups from dragglers
Oo, a five and twenty pastry tissue gets pastry-wiped across slaggers inside rubbers

and daffiers of merchanted blue shakespearos will become de ruler of poem-mothers
and birchers of decantied blue-bladder will hereby become easy as a versing liar

Uh when the buttocks in the moon-mind spreads eager prats for lovers, cold squires
become easing a gallows under flesh
Uh when the hillocks of a heart-spine spread meagre bats for mumma, gold spires
become easter-xmas when memories rush de horus-sesh across users of sapphires
Uh when the bollocks on a head-mine get spreaded then missionaries to deaths
must become easily lashed and eagerly wrecked

Oo, huge dilators of a crayon coverler coast will define cellves from lost specs
Oo, huge dictators of a canyon cigarette will refine grey wolves from lost sex
and, where once pipers sucked sweet-rums a deadly fazer got led to grey flex
and, la, once along a spiker, an atomisers of oozy eye-tablers nuke a veined grasp upon
a devilry of puppy puppets; and, O-la, while women in nipplers course for drums
then denuders of raging limpets must dig a masted head-hearted bloody Venus: La!
we will star-season invisible bionic fruits
uhh, hillsides swim inside whistlers while danglers in blue boots get heel-scanned

*
we shall leave nothing behind except babies
we shall exchange bad lies with a fairy queen
when gunfire of shoots and shutters
echoes inside old cemeteries and old feathers
then ancient oozed cars may never start.

when evening falls in blurred blued heaps
a man vamoosin his route to churches
and schoolyards feel for the bumps of beached
body whales

and it may well happen again - this i owe to
distant faces and no man's eaten garden -
true efts will swim to drown
and it may well happen again - this much
i can always believe in..

we shall leave nothing behind except babies.

*
it was five winds reciting prayer
up the dolly streets
from life's leaping ghost.

the windows were mountains of air
when red streets unfurled
underneath carrion ecstasties.

the widows were sopping as hair
eyed a crawly town with old prayer
the street lived in the ground,
a naked god groped for de jesu-game
underneath a leaping moat
..
hand in hand we ran
behind formaldehydes
and a refusing refugee cart named
a tobacco beard whose hirsute gun
shot a chasm raised from darkness
..
we dared to break into the sadness
before all wishes were left to strum
giddy body sitars
..
O

*
we know the route to the inner ear,-
under swifts, a deaf moon of rose tears
hunts after the purser's key,
and already a whipped hearse is made
from a locomotive hunting hounds.

and the windows are dripping in this room
reciting prayer as the streets we ran
form formica robes from delicate wounds,
and under a peeled pyre of light,
a cruel silence is grown like a beard.

we know the route to the inner ear,-
hand in hand, we ran
through the houses of fog:-
it was remorse made us ride dogs,
o a great river was well known till
struck awfully dead.

do you know the man who sold dirty cards?
have you ever seen the slips of the city?
o will you come to me for mid-life..

& a dungy dripper fly drops flown flowers when
dawding demons drag snakes across gold women..

AMEN to the swaggers
GOD BLESS the tillers
,.
as ghosts glue to hell bells then lazy killers
cry for oats, beans & guilty barley oh

*
there was a laden leading lover in the field
there was a garden nearby the sun of tides
and a bed of fathers
fashioned dizzy skirts from endless lies
and men and women
swing, swing, swing, then die

eyes eat thru eyes
minds eat thru minds
the bodies of the dead swallow wine
eyes eat thru eyes
minds eat thru minds

there was a laden leering lover in the tides
there was a killing father inside
nice babies
and a sea of skin snaps a soap where brides
dream of rubies

eyes eat thru eyes
minds eat thru minds
the babies in closed arms suck on swine
and a bunch of spies
caress the killed

*
easy sassy saviours heat
soups and breads and body-meat
dizzy dazzlers of soft wheat
sup on endless rivers
and a bed of mines digs for old sleep
and easy sassy saviour heats
soups and breads and body-meat

the manses at the back of my home
operate on maisonettes
the kitchens at the back of my home
open lakes upon killing crypts
and eyes break up
and minds feed sluts
and a stew of wine
toasts the winters in a cocoa-cup

*
warders of mad sad heavens
heed silk as milky gardens
cry for cut grass
wardens of sad bad garlands
suck a sex sweetie
.
old fingers tap upon brigands
cold feelers
snap a cunt-cap
and we extemporise riders
and we murder baby.
.
warders of a mad sad haven
heed silk as milky ravens
caw until crows die
and we burn well up
and we storm cells as snides
shoot from a lung
..
cold heated killers arouse
old baddies
Sun-men pry for honeys.

*
the dabblers of my car-mind
drive a wooden van
the fathers of my tarred mind
ride under rodeos

schism-makers melt for wine
prison-creators
lock birds into heat
dabblers of old men hear sleep
rocking a bad cradle's
puling baby-angel
..
*
the bakers of mutating thigh-butchers become signalling waggers from cunny moon
La, dictators of starry riding leg-pushers must hereby lend suspenders to mary-spoon
and, oo, i see now the ghost of madam Naples made-up from wet weepers
and, oo, i see now the host of master Corneas made-up from suet creepers
O, as timeless crowders send post to carvers then a bodier of flexers will render noon
aside a midnight-bed where a constant pillow-sleeper sends sods to hilly dick-shooters
and, sss,we will wearify the deadly until a paster of chickens rod de blues

Eh?

*
26/01/2022

work-in-progress title: the slakers of serpent baskets must caress daft kicker-deniers under hands and knees
1st draft pome then poem-song

the slakers of serpent baskets must caress daft kicker-deniers under hands and knees
O, slaters, mouthed, become crusted beneath vast jackers
and, once across a sweet gun, romantics will hire daddies from castlers while bees
appear apiary strangled
O, heapers of drouth use sweetexers to entwix arms with fast trees
and, oozed from droughts, a sterling sun-moon gets gilded with grainy factories

the slakers of serpentines must crisscross defilers while thundering body-beads
get eaten up; and the decayers of pure loss defines smiles when a bed under reeds
becomes car-fed to evil defamers
O, heapers of pearled heels must surrender boxes to sirenisers and sky-killers
and ashen raiders, reeled, will hereby murder distant hero-voices

*
the slaters of reptile caskets must caress deft knicker-blenders under jammed trees
O, slaters of devilries scare musk
and, once along revelries, fear clasps to damasks while eaters of thunder fuse leas
with stocking-pizzas; and, la, while faces merge, purgers of dreamers will seize beads
aside benders of street Pisa
O, slaters of reveries snap negatives
and, la, eyers of fig-brains appear scented and, lousy, mentalisers wed wasps to teas

the slakers of reptiliaries must confess to selling pure holy snake-venoms while leads
appear star-hanged from demure cock-deaths
O, scrapers, scuttered, get hooted by murder-knives whilst muggers of bed-beliefs
become scattering
and, la, once across love's ceiling, heavers of muttering dials get fucked by conceits
O, scullers, sputtered, rend gobs from deceivers while doctors heal sexless sleep

*
the slaters of evil body-bisons get shouted down the sex-tapes of sirens and meats
o, believers in candles scatter deaths across Downs
o, conceivers of angels, peppered, drag loss for crowns; and ashen body-sleep will
hereby, while dammed, come papering scrag with clowns
and, beneath slammed lungs, sexy heavers get spinning aside beds and dirt rills

the slaters of evil baby-basins get maddened by ghost-granites; and robin-fields will
surrender relivers of lady-sirens who, once despised, drag magnets for grave-gills; and
o, relative to transmitters, radio gardens become sodomised whilst rectal bed-islands will
become staplered high by snappers inside eardrums
o, dilaters, drowned, sink tides under bled brides

and the venal razors that cut defilers down get issuing dupers to stations under lies

*
the peppers under spiced dolls get scarpered across nude papers while stewing sparrows
must, made thunder, lace balls with kecks
and, under mother, wasted father kids get silencing pinkers from silent baby fishnets
O, we will fragmentise sea-droners
O, we will shatter easy dreamed lies when a violent skirt-driller leases skirt to piss-decks

the peppers under spliced bulls get carpered across nude lepers while stewning rainbows
must, made tundra, lace walls to wrecks
and, jumped by jacklers, stalls with dips become leaden with peepers; an lost bowls roll
directly across spun swooners
O, we will fragmentise sea-sonars
O, we will extract bones from slide-sofas

*
these slated serpent days where we lay our friendly reptiles down, a nylon city-mission
gets rudely star-fed to trade
O, a sunderiser of bled dudes force gashers to arise mad towns from pylon-kitchens
O, a deviser of red screws force lashers to sun-writhe
and, once across a loud mind, metallers of sleuths appear rented to easy moon-rides

these slated serpent days where we lay our petrol enemies will, bloused, force kittens
to get heavenly healed
O, flashers who, sealed, caress all holy wildlife will hereby siren after horse-mittens
O, dapplers, noosed, use red flex to stella-hang heels while, dowsed, hearsed missions
become sallying dead blorters from dudes.

and, oo, a caker in a blown sky-flower interfuses mienkind with loud looming stations

uhh

AND WINDS WEEP WODES
AND MY SEX IS LOAVED
..
*
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

AMEN!
AND GLIDING GULLIES ARE
GABBED FROM GARDENS
AND I AM A HOED SCAR
..
*
And beeches break wind for
green glades
o-.

god is a sea of salty 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
moley sex
AHH-

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 eaglers are
led to beeched graved starred
green carived fielders
and lakes lick acres and cars
crash inside fast moored Mars
ah-

*
the sainters of hidden toilet will come scuttering whilst a naked butcher in a flower
must, sent to children, face-fill guns; and gunner men will widen killers under towers
O, sainters of eaten bled pots appear rented now to bullers; and serpents inside flowers
must, sat in wheat-germs, race across sons of dead lovers
and, pented, evil baby-killers will send scurriers to red mammas while seas under blooders
become surrendered to lady-pealers

the sainters of hidden sweet pets will come jacking holy beasts; and dogmen will sunder
all zoo-killers until animal-Gods get sermonising gods with meats
O, painters of beasted wisdomers will get scratching lovely dog-cat-bees-nests
O, dementers of feasters will get navelised
and, once along god-gob, easy fathers to mumma birds must come screaming for lovers
La. As proud natalisers feed frog to females then toaders in crusts must surrender

and dead men may well bathe under grass as melodies neck pies with wax feathers.

*
ahh i oversaw the lessons for a vineyard snail
come sundering dog-pulsed killers of easy hail,
and a bled doctor in disguise
cums donning deaths with a bodyer of lays
and, la la, a bibler of a sex-mesh must delay
a milling cock-bush with eaglers of sweet lies
ahh i oversaw slid lessons for a venal tail
sun-slamming sweet hands under Israel

worldly woollen men don soapy salts from hens
ah, a bay of braggarts have to brag for Zen,
and a bed at sea silences soils with old women;
and a ghost in leaves
loosens a lasers heat; and odes to jungles cede
alien lovehearts to daddy men who receive
all hot messes from the blessed mad-inceived

readers of deadlines swallow boats when seed
drives limitless fairies from gasses under reeds,
and a baby in a fire gets trapped in eye-shadow
and eaters of sexlessness
idolises meese when a puller of soft madness
raises roman pyres from reevers of sadness

ahh, i saw the lessons of for a vineyard sale
selling cakers to bathing bath bums; and sails
get shop-hoisted from a barker of demire death;
amd me and madam macadam
hiss across ice-mice; O, a statue in a deck
comes falling from seed where
idlers of dirty pharoahs lisp for menswear

these are my mallard days,- ah, sex-hair
wallows for sky-salad
and a cat at sea silences tubing carrots
and a bath-tub fat at sea has to rot for
a boner of farts and evil vermins; and whores
lunge from easy rat-rain

worldly woollen men don soapy salts when
post-modern lies leash dons with women

*
peckerers of fanny-kitchen get heated by fascinating blood-bunnies; and weavers will
get sewing meat-eaters with spits
O, deckers of an easy siren becomes splitted by procrastinating bud-laddies as hills
become sunderising ovens with hob-tits
La, we must suss a naked pig from a lobbed lip whilst heralders of sud-babies swill
castorers of heads and heartless guns
O, peckerers of daddy mictions get bleated by damgers of ceilings; and healers will
get sewing meat-sleepers with clits

peckerers of money-mixers get beated under wide wives when a pan in a dead hill
gets moistened by honey-hipsters; and manic ties get strangled by fast skin; and grills
become anointed by supperers of lazy grandslams; and awakeners of red spider spills
must become star-appointed to craziness; and trancers of soldiered fled beds
get cuspered with one zillion insane horsing head-hear-shrill saviours; and blue drills
cum huffing lungs from one zillion horse-mandala

Uh, i have seen piggy fig-boys entrancing the maskers of wind-skullers; and dead milk
appears made entropy by fistulas of extended red pasters;
Uh, i have seen piggy dig-boys entrancing the papers; and a news-father will hereby tilt
craven lemonaders from a shandy eye-pastor
and the sidlers of a dead mum gets interwound in the mummy clothes; and dirt pelts

must grind ashen peerers whose glisterers must swing from pantyhosed pert felts

O
*
peepers who use sneekers for leopards must, here and now, don wigs from fig-pig
la, a latent peddlers of daubed lepers must, here and now, spin ribs from pig-fig
O, a national failure becomes taunted by tears until devisers of spun kids must snip
all pinker-pailers from kickers and yesterday's renal mad-momma
and, where fingers cross, a reddener of tomorrow's vehicular baby-bummer stripe
a caterwaul of deniers from a deadener of bled swallows
and, O, once along a mad massed head-spin uses de gallows for Lady Bum-Tripe

peepers who use spielers for leotards must, here and now, drag digs for fixed pig
Uh, a latent meddler of swarthers eats dust when, while vacant, dragglers eat mitts
and, La, once across a milk-slide, a smacker of evil egg-men get fried by ole gnits
Uh, a parental fused spider searches zip-flies for smelly goat-gossamers while lips split;
and the wideners of soothed braddlers become shafted with wooders of cunt-ships
and, La, once across a silk-bride, a mettler of rafted riders must murder cock-trips

Ehh the veinous statues of granite memories must sweep racist stoners aside picks
Ehh the heinous break-throughs that sunderise lust with sexist boners aside lick-lip
become, here and now, made dizzy as a fragmenter of cribs and evil wide-wived tit
and the dolters of clouds cause poetesses to vinegar-hang radios with knicker-kits
and, oo, a smeller of daggerers courses through bled buggy farts while greying tricks

are easily cell-fed to swaggerers whose fatal facial gem dies out when goldmen strip
a guzzler of bell-bedded pistollers: o, acrid natal seed-scribes must dream of shits

Uh.. these parroted boomed parakeeters come sindling awry when saline-pips get
rudely awoken by nasellers and fruit-washed hair; and dad-parriahs inside sweet death
becomes evilly tab-removed from glorias and holy mangers; and, oo, fasteners will set
a dixy gravy city stone-free while acridtudes must haloise dragglers of soaped bed-pets
Uh..we will extemporise a seizured pep-mind
Uh.. we will contemplate sweet sacred mentalisms that relieve men of zooy crests

finishers flash mushroomed stools across a westend rat that serves dolls to desks

*
sacred fingers fellow ringed swingers
o
haloed singers swallow damners and
a ripener aside a city tiff
has to heap a yellow rainbow's jam
with fiddlers of fawkesfires and sand
oo
a meddler in a mind-pool has to ram
easy tiddlers across mental sea-hand
and openers of rigid foods
races across a turgid sleuth,
and abaddon in a star-boot spins slams
across dirtying lively children..
o
sacred fingers fellow ringed swingers
o
haloed singers swill rose spun killers
and the riders of red rain
tumble a rumbler under citied grain, O!
a sidler of car-shadow
cums slinking down de gallows and
oo, as faces flit, a user of ballows bands
easy bikers under slain big hands
..
at change of day, a nightlong nursery
lends accusers to sainted adult baby,
and, ahh, a kitted cat in prams is easy
and, ahh, a lidded rat
raises raisins from shitted eye-bats
and a mask in a plait
hastens eaters to snap a hard scrap
and easy bridlers burn
and easy lifers yearn after bum-sap
o
sacred fingers hammer hams to crap
o
heated swimmers hammer jams to hats
and layers of bled killlers
crusade for devillers

*.
poetry and science are much the same
the dichotomy is the Void between.

work-in-progress title: the deckers of mistress Naples appear dipping night-shades
first draft poem then song-poem

the deckers of mistress Naples appear dipping night-shades inside lukewarm birth
La, a definer of seamstressers seize fear while lovers sing for jade; and, O, earth gets
sharpening while a deviller of a breeze comes cracking the cheeks of bands
La, a refiner of demon caressers seize lippers from milk-raids while nuts get dammed
aside cream-white veins

and, as scurriers spike trains, we will extemporise feelers with massive wolf-drams
La, we shall star-bury some stella heels underneath riders of pig
and, as spirers sweat for god-rain, a painter of daddies will ram kids with old edam
La, a hooper of a winky smoker comes here to natalise coded fixed fig
and, while saint simeon chokes suns then layers of geezers cry and cry for England

*
the deckers of madam Candles appear snipping mousers with sirenisers; o, seasons
appear mad and instantly killed
O, a crippler of hands become spilled from sugar-cranes while pissers in grey bosoms
must hiss for sexy dizzy spider-Anancee
O, a mettler of clams become filled with body-stains as an eater of kissers use reason
to sirenise gloaters with star-guns

the deckers of madam Candles appear stripping flavas with spiny dancers; o, gardens
appear mown down
O, a skylighter loosens Downs where creature-crossers come biting buttons while lungs
get hectring air where wisdoms carry marriages to sea-towns
O, a mind-fighter lazes after clowns
and, once across a sad lover, droolers must feed ashy apples to wintry heart-sound

*
the deckers of madam Angels appear cutting lovers with bum-drivers; O, wet-ones
must, once laden, come swiping piss from slutting fingers
O, weevilers inside foreign searing pig gets clasping rivers under red-minded guns
O, weepers aside heart-head sovereigns get masking gingers under radioed serums
and, once across a dead bed, carriagers of debt become jacking model dick-guns

the deckers of madam Angels appear slutting mothers with gun-grinders; O, swift ones
become crueller than god's stables
O, weevilers inside foreign swearing pig gets rasping across mummas and lost buns
and, ho, a lover of marital ceilings will force pets to floss ants with slammers
O, we will carry huge castlers to drill-hills

*
the pocketers of magic women become sauntered under bleeded crisscrossed voices
O, ricketers of tragic children become murdered under rended clit-crossers; and voces
become strangled for chickens while rapiers of thunder become slit-flexers
O, shitters, cell-swollen, become titty-cupped in outdoor loo-mums while dilators
get scuddering inside blowing salted bath-waters; and, oo, soaped gummers must flava
a weakener with wheat-sheafs;
O, we will slide from north to west while scattering doom deniers across blood-lava

the pocketers of magic children become slantered under heaving crisscrossed voxes
O, picketers of solid women become cantered under grieving piss-bossed wax-boxes
and, la, deadeners, in liquid, cums spurters beneath lovers and leaden blue-foxes
O, ripplers of stolid kittens become holy with ferine feline haloes; and grey voices will
hereby surrender squalid beds to eries; and, lo, serial dancers must fuse necks with hills
O, rippers of squeezers tred eagled aviaries when pistollers of lust
must, once fed with old pizzas, become anointed with tit-rollers and feral beef-dust

Uh, while fascinators in early riders get stammered, a daggerer in brands molify lust
Uh, while procrastinated spind skin gets lammered, a swaggerer in slams regify musk
Uh, where feverfews cause blonded haggard riders to writhe a paster of delicate dusks
must, once fragmentised, scathe scarrers of spiders with a bruiser of immaculate tusks
and, oozed until drained, weepers will carry wifers to pig
and, moosed until brained, reapers will marry juicers to fig-pig
La, we will womanise fainted scrapers till merry feeders will cause beds to die.

the pocketers of magic women become sauntered under eagled crashy sonic Ides
O, spiriters of comic children get moon-strung while feathers get lashy with red brides
O, dictators of cosmic felons get harp-stung while pealers of sex get rented to grey guides
O, we will use conical falons to force maskers of dials with renters of splintered fazed guys
and, sss, de rocketers of cocoa-sin sindles aside lost smiles

Luhh

under loosened sea thunder, i wore
a looking-glass mind
o as nooses naped times, then wards
woofed like a lost whore
when once we heard the raw
then we sucked a nutty maw, &
eyes entertain the rich & gone....
under loosened river tinder, Man
donned a dolly's broached drams
& as a wayfarers wept, then
eager eaten riders rode to deaths
outelbowed strangers heap streams
o a bed of bended bull-ballet reams
old-facials
& a gun of splendid skull-candles
bites adown the moon??
wakeful sex nests in a bruised desk
& the flies of lifers
lock blued boys in breaded kecks
.o baking moils melt under flexed
fawny urbane castles...
huh! huh! huh!
endlessness weeps where Idols
boom inside a hollow muscle,
& cadillacs of wasted green-rivals
rot aside a fillet brain...
greasy cunny fish has
rudeness for a father
& confines of lather
soap a dilly boy?
.
oh caked baby bunting hoists
eldeberry glues!
oh faked bobby spunking heals
heat fascinating buddy flues
& bonfires built from wine
jam a jazzy jet with nude vines?
vast billies bear
a passion play
& dragged Gods never pray?
Lo Lo Oh Hah
DIE?!
unh….

*
i recollect why gold died, o, an eaten ring
dons the chains of the spind
wanker wife
o, a wind of christs has my mental swim
dreaming of dogdayed spun dice
& a bay of kids sweats for
riled sad souls
.. Do kids have soul-cancer?
o do we have to price
all vaginal dancers?

five hills of piss push a pealed father
under plums & soft bananas
o a hard rills cut a drowned... Lovers
lead tears of pushy pled killers..

& i recall now just why gold died..
ahhhh

once above a timed bone, we spied
cars & cunt acid.

*
the dizzy teller girl i wished to grab
has married to the moon
o a giddy daddy fazes under crap
& this side of poems has a room
where, smashed, beds of gloo
pull faces at the mad.

when once a cellar girl sex-stabs
dirty gems then a banged cock-crag
has a dried taste in the mouth
& we will wash our hands where
lardy strippers sock a bad heir.

& dizzy pox-girls hiss where cabs
ply hire from babies
- ah- deacon in a drum sun-tabs
a lunar beach bum
& heated sand-perms cunt-crag
odes to dilly cum.
....
a vast mental moggy cats a gun
- oh,.....,..

i wish Amen to loss as roads
end in mirrors.

*
i encroach aside a lopped mind, Oh
i star-soak a smelly wife as old roads
dam dizzy heat
& cracklers under sleep suck toads
& a bench of meat
blade-blanches bods of rolled souls.

romantic raisins snap stalled wheat
o seated summers
shop frayed winters, & bellers
sop a greasy father of grey tellers.

a blancher of a bed-boom bags
cold geekers of mailing porn-crags
& a ball in a bloom
buttons beaters under the moon,-.

*
oo these are de swallowed days that remind fools of rainy sex-days; and, lo, where lungs cross
a native to natal pillows slave soft cats with evil racisms
oo these are de mallus-days that demand fools to suffer decked days; and, lo, where mums cross
a pig of a nazi nobody with delectable evil stools; and, oo, as facelessness uses petrols for loss
then maters of greyers will mount a dizzy mountainside while dragglers of fuses burn petrels with dossed
builders of blow flies and scummy facist moaners

oo these are de swallowed days that remind dudes of veiny keckers where bladers force skin to intercross
a daddifier of maiden-men
and, once upon a biped, ashen chicken-hens become drooly
and, once upon a moped, waxeh wormed wrens reach from wartimes to breach horsers with Adolphs
oo these are de swallowers of graves and drinkers to the dead and gone must feeler for twigs
O, a caterer to de bellowers of braids ram de stinkers down a chappy wind

and, la la, mobile new king lears will part five winds whilst deniers must carry caves to frig-figs

Uhhhhh

*
the dragglers of the easy dead dream after England
o rabblers of peasy odd sex scan after England
and the bells of veins use camphors to swing England
under body-belts that slacken for frozen Japan
and an ide of welts hardens cords with mad Kaplan
o dragglers of the easy dead dream after England
and, once pearl-pierced, a scream under New Quay
silence the queen's canary with easy eaten ladies

eaters of dizzy demons feed off coprotic voids as
a belly of berries seasons seed with coptic glass and
a dunny body meadow baby girl shoots from Woman
.
bud-dragglers of easy wine toast gobs with slams
and a boat of masks sails for ghosts and grey grans
carry a currier of cunt to naked mules that expand
funeral hoots with collonades and kodak screams

La
and while pinkers of bloodied bed-drinkers noose a nailer's gun with a dairy droning fish-nets
openers, reviled, dream of ruddiers; and, oo, terrific murder-mums must lash after sugar-pets
ahh, we will fragmentise budders with easy wool while dead suns become boning after piss-kecks
and, while ripplers of daddied head-picklers noose a labile mum with easterly arising statue-decks
ahh, we will extend dogs to buddied feathers
ahh, we will compend gods from ladied scissor; and the sadness of a red world will use levers
to sink a pinky killer car-jack directly under a red-bedded sky-picture

and while pinkers of daffied moss-eaters noose a fatherer a naked tree of syrups will use pleaders
to extemporise gobs with drossy cross-defeaters; and, la, we will seize buds from parrots while
dementers of lazy mobs will drink beery ferns as endlessness showers suds with blued head-dials
ahh, while tainters mug fields then a sainter of summer-swine must collect vans from moon-dials
ahh, while painters of dead fields daub oils under winter-wine then wimplers of gunnies will not smile?
and, once upon a bled yoyo, voicers of coils will serve heart-headed grimmers when beds sleep for miles

Uh, an appoinnter to ponchos will widen wheatfields into moss while defectors of city-towns
crumble for salted eiderdowns; and, swept from boat-shoes a ladener of deflectors use mouths to
spocketise a dibbly dobbly head-hand with stella-guns
Uh, an appointer to pogos will widen meat-heels with impassable deed-polls where coders under suns
become, when once gunned, forge instamatics from kidders
and, o, a factory aside drums seize moors from Ilkley and the pylon code that leads Herod to dead mums
Uh, as bloody Yorkshire wolves get fed to wildening father-beauty, a streaming God digs for bilberries

La?

*
the ivories of the ebonies gash after diamante
o eateries swell up; and a diner under old money
spends a golden lot with teeny coins; O, honey
spreads sparrows on skids as a baby with money
pays for greasy oboes; and a columns under honey
heat a plate of pure grass. And a naked family
famishes vaulted wine with clasps; and old ruby
rams a racer's kid inside concertina when baby
clambers soundly down from a lemonade dooby.

*
o we listen to father toad when
oozers of sundials tell rude times when
we cemented masks to venus
.ah old scissor sins layer carry a harness
la- gold teasers star-finger sea-penis
& we lam a sex closure as blue gems
lock a worm inside a blood banger
..
a body of buzzy fire ignites father
o mad father toad squelcehes under
crazy boozed baby bummers
& we laze after mummy as thunder
strikes the livid dead.
..
o we listen to mother Rhodes when
punchy-feely doll-draggers don hemmed
baddies of easy pyres
..
& we may well ride to sleep when
ginnies give a beer-head to old hens.

*
and me and deented dettol dolls dream about faceless calves
and me and scented metal dolls scream; and, la, greyed cards
will swallow arcana as a whirlwind in England shoots Mars
and, la la, a tutterer in a tawny swing dies out for scribers
and, la la, a butterer in a buzzy ring swells for gold grinders.
..
a mazy evil Nazi rainbow rots inside a gun as dun drummers
trickle from an evil cock-show that ripens into carkeys
o, a naked ideal enemy flashes glass across a gassed fire
and gentlemen who smoke flashes abuse city-fenders of
sea-poking lemon stews with bashes that bomb blind spires
and a spiralled star-spire falls to death; O, a rosey spire
sweetens gentle daisies with dairy decks and grey fires.

I have seen the death of Man cum close to me. Ald tyres
roll around the sex of Pan. Wallers puncture soft byers
and a bond of a peck pinches dollars from pounded cryers
and i have seen the death of Man drink from the hard sea
and a beddy bridler whose knifelings swim tricked-seed
chops a laughing wave; O! as we cherry after chokered sleeves
then a rose upside a vein will smoke to the madness of bees

Ahhhhhhhh i sting up aside de grail as mad death sets sail.

*
Copyright JDB 30/01/2022

work-in-progress title: These are the ragged days that lead dreamt nights to swallows
first draft poem then poem-song

These are the ragged days that lead dreamt nights to swallows
O, these are my haggard raves that fed me my grave-shadows; and
O, where faces cross, a luminous statue in de skies gets wed to heroes
O, a naked bastard becomes bled from stone while drivers of shakespearos
become chopped till veined fingers groan

These are the ragged days that lead stripped nights to human sparrows
O, whilst violet crooked slaves become ripped, a bedside sea-side moans;
O, while scarlets from rabid graves get picked, a bedside sea-mind stones
a subhuman beach where aladdins rub a lampered scissor gallows
and rookers of sleep will hereby jeer till the tears of time bellow

forevermore

*
these haggard vineyard days that lead sad nights to de deadend appear
thunder-hanged; and depleters abed with the mad ripen while sex reveres
all small deaths;
o, a swaggerer of sexers must under-mind a sad lover whose cool tears
become murdered; and, o, a milky statue wed to Mumma gets sphered by
doomy deniers and silky kicker-birds

these haggard venal vino times that lead mad christs to de reddened appear
spined with mumblers; and, oo, once across sex-dykes, a ditch under fear
becomes mobilised by cold islands
o, a sweetener of minds roll brigands under retchers whose tasted tears
get fragmentised by closed swines

*
these are the rigid days that lead burnt defiers under statues and rainers
O, these are the sacred wives who dance for fathers
O, these are the sacred brides who dance for sisters while sky-liners
become rabid aside spies and hill-grinders
O, these are our turgid naves that feed deifiers under magpies and maimers
become vapid while mad men spat

these are the rigid days that lead spurned reclines under papers and painters
O, these are the naked eyes that dance for smilers
O, these are the fatalities that lead bats to cat-chained writhers; and, O,
weepers will sermonise fat breads
O, facelessness spills dogs aside soft beds

*
these are the turgid porn-days that lead families send sex to sleep
O, these are the tepid sea-trades that feed memories to wet heat; and, o,
when once a deceiver glistens, then brakers of melodies will eat sand
O, a redeemer of receivers kiss old women while a father to greyers ram
doomy defilers to the less believed
and, lo, once across death, doom deniers cause dick-trade to kill England

these are the turgid porn-days that lead dromedaries to navels; and, reaped,
stationers of statue-storms must achieve a goddess from thunder; and sleep
becomes wedded to porn mournings; and, oo, descendents to mumma heaps
a bodier of breakers from stoned mind-warpings
O, a relativity of rapiers gun grassers with sworded head-warnings

*
the sidlers aside my headmost dream become fanning sky-lifes with angels
O, riders of grey wives fuse bedmost dreamers with facers of murder-candles
O, rifflers of fazed eyes, smoothed, become sundered by killers of naked sandals
O, deriders of spirals get softening while pushers of mammas get fed to steeples

the sidlers aside my headmost screen become vanning star-lifes with cradlers when
sliders of statue-scribes become eaten up by jacklers of moon-christs while Eden
appears sundering by a lost gun
O, rifflers of crazed skies will listen to lissoms while dead gods burn

everything.

*
tissuers of sainted heart grows rude as nine worlds
la, counters of laser-crows reach out for girls
la, redoubters of the cock cause villagers to swirl
gassy mumbly sigmas beneath acrid lemon-pearls

and pluming planners use clocks for bricks where
pastellers come deranging boats with sky-hair;
and idioms of pushed fast women get combed where
cold life leaps up from a gentleman's chair: Oh

expressers of daisy milk uses teats for syphons and
rattlers of greenies get lambasted by stovers in sands;
and sanded beach-castles cause scurriers to use edams
to extemporise adult-slock that feeds sedges to
a loosener of silks and mops

ah, verdant revellers climb from a blue void when
elastics get snapping
ah, ancient devilling crimes stun a sweet boy when
all straight men listen to sweet rainbows
and a parent to missions
gets forcibly fed to fey cunt-prisons; and women

hereby arrive back home to find beers in need
and hissing hostesses have dresses that cause weed
to donkey-dope bedragglers with caustic sea-sleeves

and duping scar-hammers cum huffing guns when
leapers of leaded car-canners use rose-women to
sodomise neural blowers
and rooting star-crammers cum pinching mum when
deleterous infantilists
get hopped around a cotted wasteground; and
enemies resound with cuntionists where egg-england
gets lisping for saint-Ireland

and weavers of toasty sunday teas makes Wales
shine with divine words forever
and reapers of toasted mondays use Scotland
for making everything sing forever.
*

the spires underneath a blinded baby-signal appear painted by swans and ferns
O idle sizers drive false cars while kindlers of tears get sainted by fishy head-perms
and, oozing by, a draggler of smiles appear rendered from sex while stony swarms
become wailing about dead trees caught in silent mourning
O, idlers who writhe from stars may have to spin for killings; and fatal nurse-forms
become idolising smoothe skin and a broken stony Desdemona; and easy cat-spawn
hereby gets leaden with loud limbs

the spires underneath a blonded lady-signal appear feinted by minds and seasaws
O, as a heated heart-mind helterskelter fuses a jacking pig-hill then bloodied scores
become syringing boats from jilters of bruises; and, la, we will anoint pus with whores
and, sss, we awake to find silkers come shooting cock while chickeners seen outdoors
become regified by doomy cellved boys whose crockers smile until gorged
O, as a heated soul-mind gets gitted, toys in a nooser grind peppers till merged
with reapers of cold sea-wine

La hearers of seasand shale get lampposts shoved in twixed ears; and motel herds
become flower-withered; and deaths get scried inside watered tears; and motel birds
become loosening daffy drovers with maskers of wide scissor-spheres; and curd gets
snapper underneath jonquil-jerkers
La, and i haver seen a river of peckers come forging french from signal birchers;
and teenaging sister-lands become sealing guns where ceilings bleed; and hurters
get lampooned by flava-vans
and, O, mentalisers, Numbered, will interfuse Romulus with Uncle pinnace; and
writers along a voided neon poet-lovers who carapace across crashing sea-hands

La. a chinking displacer of holy gobs come scattering blind sand under eye-lands
La. a clinking beer-dispenser gets modded under smatterers in jamblers whose mam
appears innocular with binocular lime-roasted pets; and anger and afternoon sun-scan
must pull along gingery spieller of mind-soated nests; and doubters use darien for crammed
breaking menial juice-men; and beneath a blue-berry field yielders of fuzzers screw crammed
celebratory loon-canned desirers of dread men and the female sides of easy rose-clams

the embering berry fete that sold cakes to madam cherry get burning flowers till dead
Ah, once across a buried lake, old snakes came across slitherers where gold-breads
O, a sireniser of a ferried rake shapes filthy germs from Loss while gemmers abed with devs
hereby become tautened by radio rapes
O, a sermoniser of a blacked holy body sinks landers aside wakes that swallow fun funerals
and, la la, porn-radiographers study rubies for demanders
and, la la, spawn-photographers suck on lost butt as dizzy deifiers cut gallowers from drapes

the embering cherry state that led stapes to drummers will come to fragment haloed sky-napes
And a mindless world sticks fat bed-baits under forced romantics who winnow for beds
and, once across girls, weepers will shed tears from milk-creepies while kindered killers
become scuttered by a lost bird in her spreadings
and the faces of numberless butter skewer the wakefulness of jammy crying while weddings
become stuck up a fat pornstar's Downsing camera-arse
O, a rivener of plum-schemers will suck upon a kinema-dice

these are the wakers of the livid men who sweat while stoned and, O, painters of christs
may signalise the conker-strewn butcher-bakers whose meaty slam cooks cakes for Jesus

Uh. emperies of ragged sex-distraction will cum guffing for sperm-lunches while Judas
appears scented by scathed fairgrounds; and, la, huffers of permal brunches will use wax
to surrender a blader of a Nazi wasteground to evil gassy revolvers; and seed under flax
gets eagerly rendered under titty-tawny blood mace; and the devisers of sleeves use ash to
sink a haloed crower-saint aside clitty-mammy mud-lace
and, oo, once across a rude sun-sign, wagnals of pure pastes will cut slides from Jesu-Judas
and, when once madam Napels cuts blow-brines, a hurtler aside ill hills will forge Mary-Maria
from daisiers of fotalities and atomising closed hidden women-paws.

*
owlers under sea-choirs come oozing robins: O, we retire
to a painted juked face that gets heatedly bruised
la la, we will weevilise radio as we search for salt-dukes
la la, owlers under tree-ties
get suppering for de grey knives of dirtyers.

and whence weepers get weaving woollen tears, oglers
must come back homeward to find rat-kissers using topers
to draggle milks from alcohols;
and, revelled by mums, sweeteners of panties get
swiftening heads and scuffed knees;

and, deadeners, canned, drapes desks across greed
uhhhh.. We weep for wicked children as we use seed
to suck seed from the fingers of Eden; and seaweeds get
fragmentising vinegar ginger; and heelers of whips
become slowed now by night and days combine: Lips

become closed and messy evil breeders must use lisps
to centralise sweeping starlings with house martins: Hits
come back schoolward when diners spin
directly around this birthless sovereign spun wind; Oh,
i creep for crowns

and ravelling clowns; and defacers of dirt suck droves

*
espy men in a vein rend
roadmen
o as a sea of graves guts ken then
radium raids children..
jammy kangaroos hop to a beat..
terrible mad mines get dug for meat
and the rotted captain of blue sleep
suppers for zen when wailers in heat
serve a penis-glass to deniers
and, ssss, a vastness of denyers reap.
kodak clones for negatives and meat

i gave my horny head to a fast glans
and, o, i gave my mind to a hard glans
and a masterplan for bad covers us
inside milky divans that shakes us
.
i espy men in a vein send
trainsmen to passion men; and we must
weave under passions where lust
smokes a silky fag with a beer in dust
serving saviours to drunken body-rust

o as a sea of graves hits a bus then
a flotilla of ladies may well feed skins
with dusted blind bone; and we will send
ancient lovers to wheaty wounded skin.

i espy villagers denuded sex when sin
spins to a jackal beat; and we don't win?

& a dungy dripper fly drops flown flowers when
dawding demons drag snakes across gold women..

AMEN to the swaggers
GOD BLESS the tillers
,.
as ghosts glue to hell bells then lazy killers
cry for oats, beans & guilty barley oh

*
the easy orange counties where i made
my easy sex-death
has come home to see a boy in a grave
o a bier of ash
has come to slash
easy castles with brains and suet
and a bony sash
sinks a belly into a bun
and we look at the midnight sun
..
the easy orange counties where i made
my easy self-death
has come home to see a boy on a blade
o a tree of mash
masks up when
baby-buntings have to suffer old men
,,
once upon a bad mind
i jumped true sense and blew women
ahhh

*
the jacking jackals of the dead
arise from heaped bruises
o tapping angels hit upon nooses
and eyes beneath ivories
lay waste to easy nunneries
o hacking kind coughs capture wasps
and a bowl of wine
whines.

*
Copyright jdb 29/01/2022.

work-in-progress title: the moon minded pig that leads sows to grunt heaven
first draft pome then poem-song

the moon minded pig that leads sows to grunt heaven must seize penis-junk from eyeless blocked noses
O, a soft kindred kid gets pushed in keen swings
O, a sonar solar bibler will become dreamed by crashed winds; and a stirdy sireniser must wed roses
the moon minded pig that leads crows to milk-ravens must become oink-anointed farmers of rent wheat

the moon minded human bed-crib will atomise silk-gardens while blowers of soapers tend fast sleep
and, laced with women, head-libs shelter eyers under milk-garlands as a bender of sofas must reap dust
from talons and baby-seed
O, as summery winter-tides wax up greed then a baster of weed will be forgot by skin, sex and Gods.

*
the moon minded figger whose affixing emptiness causes stars to look down will hereby use buds for
excremental stella dinners; and, oo, waiflings of sauces carve bulls from towns while easers of world-wars
get instantly cut by singers; and, oo, changelings that scarve skulls inside Downs
and, la la, entertainers under dickers may well soften crabs where a daughter to sounds will murder towns

the moon minded river that scar-leads scarers to demure silence will harbourise a sea waved under clowns
O, a silker of a bled mirror gets rat-fed to feathers
O, a pinker of a bread-sister gets cat-fed to believers while damagers of dirtied believers must use crowns
to sink a bable-brender with soft pets

*
the lunacy of moon-drivers comes sunderising faceless beamers with scurriers; and odes to city towns
must, once led to tyres, become fragmentised with fires formed by rivers; and a blader of disease resounds
La, a soupy siren in funeral pyres will gets humanised
La, a scoopy dog-skinner expires while a newspaper hound gets lunarfied by tabloiders of wastegrounds

the lunatical man O war will hiss for a blood-kiss when a doctor to yoyo meals injects bread with crowds
La, a macker of doomy skirt-defilers will hereby rattle mien across cochleas
and, once along a mined mind, a digger for drills must perfume gold with illegal coalers whose clouds
become saucered with flacid spine

and, la la, as waterways recline in drowner's sunken-hair then holidays will surely collide with wine
and, la la, as promontaries decline into howlers when babby bagasse will abuse family with pig-vines
O, weepers must swig some milk-seepies until bladers of rubies get shouting out aloud for ring-minds
and wordless whorld-whirlers design bed from easy razors

*
the moon-mindists whose lunar-bedrooms got glutted get to a new miced level
O, harvest-rapists whose crescents don staffrooms hereby appear fed to de devil
O, harnessers, cut by screws, form patients from family while wired lead guts angels;
O, a drinker of slutters scarper from porn
and, once fed to shutters, markers inside thorns force hadean crossing ghosts to
impregnate anal star-dividers; and, la, whence we cooks plebs with hissing roods
we will eternally roof-rocket a cocking-horse

the moon-mappers whose lunatical purse-horse cums galloping till flavoured norse
spar-nestles beneath moods; and a good definer of guns must fill a bullet-horse
O, a shrinkler of meats move sands to God-grippers
O, a pinkler of sleep move danglers aside mods and ivory racist road-rippers
and we will weevilise closing porters while ole greyers shape evil incest from zimmers
and we will extemporise hosing proctors with dizzy fairy-fever
O, ladeners, cut from enterprise, come rotating across a builder of dementias.

*
as the summer dreams of eyes come back to life
fat needle-nights of fond felines drop a candle-christ

Thus, in the maundering morning of a sinless day,
Jack and his wife set sail for a north-south grave...

one of the suns is shaped from midnights but cannot
spiral from the stars of heaven's tears..

immense slashed eyes wash away a correspondence with
old rollered eyes that rain away a footpath under kids

the moon has a little goat for
dawn-break
birds drip like trees as swards
fill a sky with cold sails
and an air of soil spoils de boiling where
the freeway smells of winter

o, the sun seems less cold than touch-dry
o, a moon under deaths
darkens a chalet with radio wives

*
sometimes, while screaming, i entertained foxes with canny clever feline voices
O, as sex daren't smile then a bled box then voices with dummy canine stasis uses dupes
for stolen plant-dials
O, as deaths dare not cause funerals to flower, a blencher of files will summon scoops
to skooterise lemon-rot with funny reptiles; and these ragged god-smiles i have moved
becomes, once famishing, will feed greedy lips to sleeves

sometimes, while dreaming, i entertained voices with hoaxers whose digitalis will
soothe shimmying screenings with patrons to lapses shaving mad sleuths from seed
O, as sex daren't smile, then lippers of acrid roofs draw eyebrows under ret steeds
O, and salters of seamen ride for zingers while easy snowmen get fleeceing cold trees
sometimes, while screaming, i suffered de master's toys
La, we will arrive back homeward to find mad broiled ropes spoiling

Uh. the wranglers, bummed, become leaden; and, moaned, meaningless voices
become ginny gemmed by lungs in stone gardens; and, stoned, dealers in boxes
become shouted down the sky by a latterday stone-age Woman; and venal poses
damned well appear dressered for rich perve graves
Uh. the wranglers, stunned, become laden with lovely beasties while roses fuse
Hectors to Mamma Andromeda; and sindlings, cribbed,
get mounted by dada Desdemona; and ceilings, split, shed water under pig

and the patterings of evil bosom-cries will forge defilers from degraded pig
and the scutterings of devil madam-lies will force defilers to degrade the fig-pig
La, an unclean babbler under tarring street-spies will
surely thrum as raddlers of thunder gets stirring seats beneath green dead hills
La, a bummer of Yorkshire vino must surrender meat to de statanisers in fields

Ohh a shitter found weeing on a cooker must conify despoilers with jam-yields
Ohh a mittler found peeing on a vein must deify bum-crawlers with edam-fields
and, once fed to a small town, a plier of skirty gun-shawlers will weep for Adam while
birchers abed inside a seatown must star-surmise an atomiser of hillside Eve-smiles
and the dead are gone to musk
and the bled are gone to husks; and, la, all of us must double up for death's moon-dial

once along a mastiff gorgeous owl-mums, a statue of pure granite will suffer riders
and, beneath massing divots, a gloater of a stable nooses gannets from hill-marches
and, oo, when once rivers run across environs in Howth Castle, we must kill arches with
dizzifiers whose immaculate boom-car becomes fast enough to murder a roadway's pig

Uhh

*
ah, eyes loosen me for lady as a heated stone of pure speed
casts impossible canes across blithe water; and we heed a
spastic digger tureen that sizes cake from ashen canine greed
and plastic druggards dream of drakes and weedlers seize a
garland of a dustbin siren with blown hands and funeral cars
ah ah ah, i saw mad serums waging drams with rose-cigars
,,
and me and deented dettol dolls dream about faceless calves
and me and scented metal dolls scream; and, la, greyed cards
will swallow arcana as a whirlwind in England shoots Mars
and, la la, a tutterer in a tawny swing dies out for scribers
and, la la, a butterer in a buzzy ring swells for gold grinders.
..
a mazy evil Nazi rainbow rots inside a gun as dun drummers
trickle from an evil cock-show that ripens into carkeys
o, a naked ideal enemy flashes glass across a gassed fire
and gentlemen who smoke flashes abuse city-fenders of
sea-poking lemon stews with bashes that bomb blind spires
and a spiralled star-spire falls to death; O, a rosey spire
sweetens gentle daisies with dairy decks and grey fires.

*
when a coppice grate grips to grey stone
then a bud of ice
reiterates a gilly drome
la a baby under christs hits a king-sloane
& a bast of lice
laps a cocked meat-heart
.,.
o a doggy hour walks the dead when
atomic leeches sleep under wine
&, sun-spread, a dolly paper-mind
exposes habits to farts..

i will sympathise with hissed ice
ah i will centre death where cold brine
bodies a penis-flower
& we say Amen to drunken dice
& we play for utmost power?

when a coppice cape cups a grey groan
then a wedded grave
has male-masted venal-trades... bone
backs a bed horse
o, a sea of force flashes for gal-gloam
^& a starry slice
feeds vanillas to a mid-wife...

eyes burn to death when a dilly life
goes too blind for words
& we are burned bully birds...

*
the swinging head of sex heaps sweeteners
days high where graven killlers reap
wheat-tails & old mouthed sleep....Oh
creatures of killings weep after thrillers
& the arse of life lifts a closed hatch where
men & children fall from thinned hair.

once upon a lie, we told tales on lovers
& once inside a mind,
messy believers rope a cunt-rind, &
where once a victim in a flower rams
dolly drapes
then vaginal gates open out under
star-risen apiaries...

the tried men who loosen dreams
must cut a rainbowed bed of screams
& a bow of grass smoke jacked screens.
,,
the squirting vines of the wed shoot up
& a helonic pelican of sliced bread cuts
coded killer seasons
& pull-overs of reason sup a fat pup's
feline father?

there's a monkey up on top that gluts
a ravine of sugar moles
& a baked cunny-rose rips a rolled
garden of bulls & mares
...
oo, where posed lips rove for scared
bouncy boys, then a sea of souls
must raid a room with twilight. ;,.

*
and while doctors of music cram steths down scissor-throats, a burthen of healed juice becomes
snippering keen life from empty deaths
La, when we suffer gold fishers we will drag decks for keck
La, when we suffer old pictures, we will drag desks for peck-chalks while rectal moose become
slowly, langouringly aside sweet cedars
and, whilst stranglers fuse fatwas with beavers, a nuclear slow worm glows, just like de lost sun
La, we will venturise pickers with daffy divas
La, we will sentinelise piggers with dummy meters
and the faces in a fast flower gets kissifered as catty goddess feeds sweet meat to a lost mum
Uh.. while picklered piano juices get harpstrung then sweated dry a pianola in heart forces suns
to shine along a bald birth;
and, oo, as faces float by, a female inquisition sunders bad earth while dreamers under guns
come huffing teethy rot-receivers; and this side of mumma swirls spirals into milk-lumbers
and, when all teeth go 'clang' we shall victimise brides of dadas
and, when kissy sleep goes 'hang' we shall eviscerate doggers with evil holy greyed flotilas

‘You say I should not learn.
Papers lend a hand to my pen
For, as words are scathed by ink
Lover, I must drive my class away.
You say that I should not read books.
Far away, the lessons I have paid
Must drive the mathematics of deft
Studiousness; or do the tables here
Grow dull with romance?
Verse from texts that seize sound
Drive the bridge of learned men
To a river planted by faith.
Religious, lover, I can’t express
The muses of my pencils nor
Delve the tutors life has killed.
In with darkness, lightning streams
The cause of school as sad tunes
Weep from art-rooms; and felled
Trees inside playgrounds shan’t
Count to ten as intellectual sleep
Melds with stars the car-filled
Parks wherein murdered fields
Clasp from dead-end buildings
Kids who cannot settle down:
And the Iliad of teachers blown
West must prove my perverting
Smile akin to sadness borne
By frozen tears which cannot fall.’

THE END

*
Copyright JDB 03/02/2022

work-in-progress title: the deckers of mistress Naples appear dipping night-shades
first draft pome then song-poem

Luhh

five hills of piss push a pealed father
under plums & soft bananas
o a hard rills cut a drowned... Lovers
lead tears of pushy pled killers..

& i recall now just why gold died..
ahhhh

once above a timed bone, we spied
cars & cunt acid.

*
the dizzy teller girl i wished to grab
has married to the moon
o a giddy daddy fazes under crap
& this side of poems has a room
where, smashed, beds of gloo
pull faces at the mad.

when once a cellar girl sex-stabs
dirty gems then a banged cock-crag
has a dried taste in the mouth
& we will wash our hands where
lardy strippers sock a bad heir.

i wish Amen to loss as roads
end in mirrors.

*
i encroach aside a lopped mind, Oh
i star-soak a smelly wife as old roads
dam dizzy heat
& cracklers under sleep suck toads
& a bench of meat
blade-blanches bods of rolled souls.

romantic raisins snap stalled wheat
o seated summers
shop frayed winters, & bellers
sop a greasy father of grey tellers.

a blancher of a bed-boom bags
cold geekers of mailing porn-crags
& a ball in a bloom
buttons beaters under the moon,-.

and, la la, mobile new king lears will part five winds whilst deniers must carry caves to frig-figs

Uhhhhh

La?

Ahhhhhhhh i sting up aside de grail as mad death sets sail.

*
Copyright JDB 30/01/2022

work-in-progress title: the trippers of lemon sizers will sunderise daffodils
first draft pome then poem-song

the trippers of lemon sizers will sunderise daffodils with dark tulips
O, reddeners, gorged, arise from acid star jonquils; and ogres in lips
become, once forced, as led to flacid cars while arrowers cut mitts
O, deadeners, cored, carry de wicked midnight sun with closures
and the tripplers of messed sex messengers will give crust to rifflers as
hocum holiday horders give nests to bluesy swiners

these are our heart-fed definers of deifactions of diners; O, hot grass
will hereby loosen carvers to riflers of dog-foisons while sweet glass
orders endless sea-parkers to escape a beach-gaol; and evil grey gas
hears tomorrow; and a beaker inside rapes forges rams from plexiglass
O, necklers, soon hanged, will soften snakes
and these fascinated bed-benders who forever quake for casts
must surrender bloody boys to screws who get locked up in masks

*
dizzy meddlers of demure salt-fires must arrive where tears breed
O, easy peddlers, robbed, don swirlers while the dead will acede
sweet seed to the spoilt fields of Englands
and, once along a swift yield, a mental pie-man dams ears with crammed radio
O, mallowers, sent to de gallows, will hit to a sweet beat
and the gods of scent perfumes pillows while bolsters in meats will use rodeos
to soften hens with grey heroes

dizzy meddlers of demure waltzers will arrive home where tears heave for
acritudes of men and scissor-daughters; and, oo, as spheres bleed lost wards
become fragmentised. O, dizzy milkers of impure heart-ears will cause birds
to sing for the dawners of midnights and decorous farts
and, sss, we will glisten for a sea of lights while greasy parks will cause casks
to humanise drinkers with beery jeery gentleman

*
easy peasy pokers of celled sky-bellers hereby smacks the hands with splayed feet
O, dizzy star-soakers cum for mind-cellars while ruby-backs get freed from pig-sleep;
O, fizzy car-coaxers cum for wine-rivers while lady-lashers gets freed from pig-peat
and, moon-made, guns store magazines under smiles; and the offenders of mums reap
laxative from a parish murderous mind-fire
O, buzzy abusers of London in Paris cause head-hire to sink frenchies inside spires

and easy peasy pricklers of belled sky-wizard hereby smacks the head with meats
O, dirtying geesy gabbers of lost belts come hedonising haplessness with sweets
and, la la, i have entered again into the green Zion of the waterbead; and lost streets
will most certainly pluck de mind-police from pylons
O, dicklers of memories will sharpen pelisse mums while feeders in nylon beat
a sex-urinator to blind hills

*
the torturers of rancid tango-romeo alpha-gods will come back homeward to find shakers
made cold and penis-brews; and, o, a fataliser thrills while mums use ole wards for makers of
instantaneous cardiacs; and, o, mettlers under frills must thrust a tufty tailor with raped gold Gob
O, as we slide from right to left, petallers of loud love cause human flowers to fix apes to rods
and, la la, when conical blood-thefts forge damaskers from female sex-showers then red sods
must come spy-scudding in a blenching blue bath

and easy pricklers of bad mummifiers get hung from green stalls that sell pyramids to clasps
O, wicked wanking fathers of scissorers pet lungs with misusers of sweet cells
and, la la, drigglers under martyrs get pole-pinioned across difusers of heated bone-bells
and endlessly stricken geezers will sip from vining sea-crust; and, la la, rippers in sex-dells
will, once gallavanted, feed tweezers to stripplers of wasp-pus
O, rapid indolisers will read thrillers to strippers

Ah, torturers of flacid mango-romeo omega-dog will come back to find easy sailors made
summer-moved; and, la la, a sticker in a cellar-ward must form swine from renault-jades
Ah, streeters in floating islands ram petters across heart-husks; and a neon sea of paved lispers
gets comically gaftered by a blinder of dressers and blinders of chickens will cluck for murders
Ah, and whippers of loving ponies parade after plumed corpsers
and, la la, aside this bulb of skin soft ribbons sunder bladers with city-parchers

*
hocus pocus heebeejeebees raise a sun from a
coupler of distant baby days; and a night in Mars
sends copious pigs to sleep;
and, lo, as we arise from graves then body heat
will herd our words with naked cars
and, closed, a canny bird shuts lids under stars

tardy teeny trapezing cats mowl as hounds snap
and we weed for wise crap as we cradle
nappers inside eyes which shine like an angel
and a tidal knife stabs lip
and a table-christ heals lips; and, O, we cradled
daddy in mind-arms

hocus pocus heebeejeebees raise a sun from a
distant daffy star; and awakeners to blurredness
bed-bombs brutal rivers with
jeery jeepy wanker fillers of pavements and pigs

o a listener to doom denial marries sexers to kids

*
the arrivals of sad men cry for nuts that crack
inside candle-thighs and the red slut that craps
aside laps, en-anus bodiers with shufflered nap
and the eyes of the rain weep for wailing cats

o hocus locusts scatter corn when ginger-gaps
carry dolters of laughter when a bed of slats
sucks a doner meal down from lip-cut rats and
idiotic loony liars cut dirt meats from islands

the arrivals of sad men cry for nuts that crack
aside cradle-heists and children under cloud-cack;
will most certainly prise howlers from shroud-sacs
and a bobber of a mind loosens guns from macs.

ooo shouters of de cock roar along city-hacks

The dukedames of one million bled birds will supper for the forks and the knives of the moon
O, dealers under guns shoot bed-birds dead while demanders of sauce sink olives under dunes;
O, dementers of suns burn all holy backs to sheer death; La, as faces flower then lovers swoon for
a beast of a feline human bride
O, reelers under guns hoot for regal sweet blackbirds where evil racists jump from clean tides
and, when once dealers coo for crazed casinos, a user of illegal roulettes will sharpen rich-jives
and a boy found in flabbers become lazed while a hooper of diseasers gamble till money dies
and, la la, masters of gabblers become slaved with poolers whose pokering night-pontoon; O, whores
must expand doom deniers from baiters of monasts and nannnying natal nuns;
O, a delver of tombs get spun from porators while seagulls, agers and colostemies get cracked indoors
by busy buzzy long gentlemen who mount smiles with wideners of England
and, once across a crisscrossing house of founts, a leadener of shorts become a haven for kitchens
O, definers of loss surrender dark flags to mouths
and, laa, one zillion metal teeth go 'clang' as every single life in a wifed world will scream for mictions
and, o-la, ten zilion fatal sleepers will ram family under christers of sliced girls and imbeciles in founts
Uh, there are detoxers spar-founded beneath mammaries and misters; and, lo, a kicker of ideal droughts
become bed-shaven while choppers of seed-sleep enspirits defamers with blow-fly; and molar-mouths
will, once head-chidden, flayer fed to camphors of campus gas and rosetted soul-tithes
and, o, a dater of floated bitter bends will heat to the hoops of Mass and the ridlers of spy-tribes
and, uh, dizzy waters soak nipplers inside soap-scudders while odlers of rubberbands swing for wide
delimiters of roxy rodeo radios
Uh, a mendicantal foxy shadow appears scuttered whilst peeking bed-flowers stir daffs under scribes
O, eyers will surely sink friars into weirs
O, ravellers, illed, will surely swalk all yrs; and a panter of a pastiche ear-oven must write for minds
Uh, a scenter of daddy devisers sweats for mauds; and, la, the ripeners of sphere-onion holds grey wine
against milking shortcakered wall-waldroned tummy-brine
And we shall always dine in the gravy dark as we will forever sleep under lamp-lives;

Eh?

AND WINDS WEEP WODES
AND MY SEX IS LOAVED
..
*
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

AMEN!
AND GLIDING GULLIES ARE
GABBED FROM GARDENS
AND I AM A HOED SCAR
..
*
And beeches break wind for
green glades
o-.

*
on the feasts of unleavened
the only flesh eaten will be the flesh of Eden
with a cabinets burning on the limbs of a shawl
the only brandies then will be the fawns of tides
let wet to the children of last night's tawse
candle-gods until the roses
get sundering under lost mind-eyes
o on the feasts of unleavened
the only flesh eaten will be the flesh of semen

the catacombs of crucifiers don woopers
the diamates of reddeners stun blinders, and
openers of coffee stones
drag dragglers for bones
and an awakened heart, starved, abuse seasands
with tawny teasers of grey malts and islands
and an entertainer in a vest
summons cocaine from endlessness
and dragglers of salt-pain sunder tomorrow

i have seen weepy wine made grey as souls
i have seen empty vines made black as gold
and a weeper of star-signs
come scattering lemon seed across clothes;
and motels, sirened, seize crisscrossed troves
from daddies
and. oo, eyers of pure sex must stop laddies

Now... oo on the feasts of unleavened
the only flesh eaten will be the flesh of spind
buzzy burner men
and i slam a weeviller with swifteners as gems
grow, just like a dancer grows,
and, spooned, sad cancers crow as old men
send drabblers to sleep's rogues

and a dummy drum dreams of pogues as sin
gets spun around a pissed brawl,
and eaters of ground hiss
and reapers of towns kiss
and, o, oozing emptiness sunders grey lit

uh
.
these days of deus ducts dream for malls.

*
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
Bag 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?

*
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 dunes,
Swallows all bruises.

O I saw Florence - I awaited so long for
Heated sex relief
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 dead.
&
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 cinemas
Show reeled seed where blue countesses
Claim candy crowns from
Dizzy wives whose yelping priestesses
Shoot the scars of bound
Bully bums.

*
poetry and science are much the same
the dichotomy is the Void between?

*
JDB 03/02/2022

work-in-progress title: the stella guzzlers who drink to the dead will cry alive
first draft pome then poem-song

the stella guzzlers who drink to the dead will cry alive in bed
O, pisslers of murders sear de sphinx while loafers linger all alone
O, wristers in blue mirrors glow under ringlets as feathers tickle stone
O, starry shafters who shrink for lud's heads hereby sirenise grey bones
and, once pealed, pearlers of curlies come bedding de skies with sloanes

the stella guzzlers who drink to a bedspread hastens to rode eye-dromes
O, palavers of rustlers cum squeaking while pissers pronged by domes
will, once scar-hanged, strum vile squealing while tissuers in cut groans must
sodomise defilers with petrol sex-curtains
O, we will weevilise pig while heeders of heltered kitchens become lust

*
de stella musclers who drink to sex-plebs will cry aligned with soft bread
O, these eaters of tubes who get fried must cook cock then suck de dead
La, a pelter of pinafores become pecked while drivers of zen must use de dead
to sanctify slavers with shot suns
O, these depleters of human tubes get rammed inside hopped metals; and drums
get driven by a lotus-leaf while voiders of drams drop wifflers under tear-drums
and the facers of a crocus-dial sunders lost hands while drifers sunder lead

de stellas musclers who drink to tooth-trackers get rotted where dentist-devs
get peering into clotted green dentures; and green fences become brushed when beds
become confused by dreams
O, starrers seen in fardellers serve pain-killers to screened mirrors
O, fuhrers unders skin drinks to screams while shouters of cocks delve for killers
and, sss, as ladeners of hymns becomes alien while holy haloics pray for pearlers

*
de stella firmament farmers who sink dregs inside tea will hereby sermonise de easily maimed
o, starry soft sex-merchants ooze inks across legs while doomy deniers swell up for pain; O,
once across a mad mind in a genoan christ-rink drags dials for family while pig under rain moves
instaneously from penis-left to penis-right
and, sss, we will extend breasts to harnessers of mad midnights; and, once pigged, weepers wed
awakeners to dillies while lamb-whiteners eat their own shit while listening out for old bread

de stella firmament charmers who sink fern-pegs inside cat-claws then scutterers, found brain-dead,
sees a five and twenty pastry UFO giving feeded deaths to grey dawg; and, oo, drowners spread
easily torn fanny-flaps; and, oo, as i espy ceilings, desks will slay crabs with ooze while creds
get mazily heart-mind stampeded;
and, la la, de stella moonrise, melted, enmissions drafflers of graves while old truths drop

dead..

*
while stella goofy saviours who star-refine breaded cosmos-sin must hereby swerve across a false toad
O, weepy riders of killers soothe car-dives and, la, hornet-skin must forever sting loss while a lost rose
becomes, once soldiered, ride for Mars-knives
O, sleepy bridlers in pillars smoothe dick-drives whose fatalisms cause cabby concertinas to mind-close
clovers of ladelling moon-family with drinkers of mousse
O, a kind candy cider-screwer remedies kids with ripeners where a facismo in de noose ride for de pig-pride
and, la la, we will extend pissers from east to west while tears come sharpening red sops for figged thighs

while stella goofy traders in swollen legal deaths use pips we must thunderise dread dope for easily fed pies
O, a five and twenty pastry UFO becomes decked with slit and, uh, we will surely feel for walls as grey sties
rummage for sandalers whose saddlering milk-buddy slips hands under bees
O, ninteen suffusers of de wagon-blues move a buzzy blind aside grandiose leas until weepies cry for pee.
And, la la, a pinker of a skirty winker affixes screwers to ground slides;
and, once across a lover, flirty pippers under male sewers resound for cellves when riders get fed tides

hocus pocus heebeejeebees raise a sun from a
distant daffy star; and awakeners to blurredness
bed-bombs brutal rivers with
jeery jeepy wanker fillers of pavements and pigs

o a listener to doom denial marries sexers to kids

*
the arrivals of sad men cry for nuts that crack
inside candle-thighs and the red slut that craps
aside laps, en-anus bodiers with shufflered nap
and the eyes of the rain weep for wailing cats

o hocus locusts scatter corn when ginger-gaps
carry dolters of laughter when a bed of slats
sucks a doner meal down from lip-cut rats and
idiotic loony liars cut dirt meats from islands

the arrivals of sad men cry for nuts that crack
aside cradle-heists and children under cloud-cack;
will most certainly prise howlers from shroud-sacs
and a bobber of a mind loosens guns from macs.

ooo shouters of de cock roar along city-hacks
.
*
while spellers of underbelly faces focus upon a vast bed-spread, a caker of doomers appears now spied
aside milk-molteners in show-stasis; and, la, as caperers fuck deep lead then shoalers of tears use tides to
sharpen dilly liver; and a pistoller, layered, hisses for marriers whose ravishers shovel blue spheres; and roofs
become flexy and born over and over again
La, we will penalise porn with damagers whose pont vecchio layers scrammers with idiot bivouacs of pure rain
and as florencers get flacid with scurriers, duders whose veiny flayer scraps parisians with londoners,
hereby sodomising trips to petrels and fascinated sea-odours
La, we will penalise spawners with five and twenty daddy ogres; and missioners of rats will enplague rizlas
and the good world plays dead today
and the blood world fucks gafflers who deadening side-grave appears rendering for an antedulivian bud Caesar
La, while spiellers of mumma-chases focus on de crocus-eaters while leadenisers of whores will rub grey teasers
with cocoas and forgotten coffee-twists
and petrifiers of birded robin-pinchers must deify derivers with human venal boats; and we seem made dead as strippers
and, oo, we will hereby fragmentise romantic criers with vernal subhuman red coats
O-La, whence yoyo diamates get teasing a sexy slide-show a beller of hennas and soaps will hymenise heels with streamers
O-La, whence pogo diamantes get hurtling from ear-wigs a sweller of pinners dam oaters with fists
and pig-boys in easily forgotten Bethlehem must drape droppers across dapplers when defloaters in miffs cum ridders
commensurately ladened with murdering forgetmenotted shampy sea-craters; and lunatical smokers swim for swipers
and this side of a scrotal dupe, a ferine palaver of butterflies appears starchy while mothmost chokers fly for stripers
O, a burthener of fotal soups stands in a poet-box that slumberises entrancing viles with ratmost popers of bird-briders
Uh, panted painters of suits here seem spind in de Pox
Uh, rented sainters in boots here seem spined in de cocks; and an evil rotator issues white seed from river-deniers; Oh,
once across a crime in a welled world, wetters of grey crocks swim for dicktators of head-tissues and odes to foals
O, a burthener of daddy devs leap for webby wheels that spin till mammy long legs hisses about stoaters and shakers
and, laa, these are the rattlers of coins owned by the oozers and the raiders
and, laa, we will rattle jesus coins as we will forever drag cinders from slumbering devillers in stretchers

Eh.?

*
uhhhh i have seen skin shutter a giddy camera within soft grain
uhhhh i have seen spind wind gutter; and me and maiden skeins
will hereby cut a candle down with bone jams that suck old stains
and gods of nubile poo-poo sleuths dam a daughterer of grey days
ahhhh i've seen febrile dodo roods ramming salts into flares. Oh

raiders of rolly polley rainbows snot aside pigs where fay clothes
wash an aldebarren monkey inside a grotted sex-squid; and
dyed demon curves that write upon cottage nests lace sand with
curative canal purgatives that walllow where cock mire rids
foisners of barley harvests; O, a fairy piano plays inside grids
and men and massing anancees loll after dead steroes. Cribs
collar sneezing patrons to dolls where a levee inside blue bibs

sear a sharking rotor with canary eyes; and a soapered code-rib
lashes upon siren divots that palm mary-skies; and a doped grid
senses love's sentinels stiffen in bedded tides; and naked night-nibs
knock a porpoise head from slept twigs, and twigs whip mud-pig,
and a carousel of whirlwinds rasp for rigs of vixen odd moon rig
..
vinegar ties have to appear strangled by wide bees; O, bent leas
burn, burn, and schism tears flail from eyed beer; O, bled beads
banish bridesmaids to bleary veils when tawny salt years relieve
all banders of bollockers with hagging buds and dirty sex-teas.

the banker at the edge of sleep seals suicide money for sleaze
o rankers at the sedger of sleep seal murder money for dweebs
and a bolter in a dredger naps upon mamma a poverty sun-heeds
a whoring spastic mac that dons a spastic spoon; and weirs breathe
aside moisteners of rats and ermine plastic dunes; and fear reads?

uh uh uh tut tut ah ah ah. I soak a peg in a boat and waves
ripple over carmine cigars; and a salvaged bed rocks red graves
uh uh uh tut ah ah ah. I soak a dreg in a dustpan when murders
moltenise macadamed madams with bloated drams and purdahs
and peeing shit-eating wizards bathe dollopers with carved fevers
uh uh uh tut tut ah ah. I soak a dev in a gravy boat and mirrrors
glister under cock-dams. I poke a squid with navy ropes and riders

rollock demnotic flavas to fierce sleep where daddy boys slide
aside my closed world where unearthly sheep net mess with eyes
..
*
and when once clitted teasers toss off then
widening woolmen wed wives with women's
cold Sloane..
oo- as a pussy in a plume peals pearls then
old fazers fall for Phoned cutmen
ah.
as i fuck crazy then lynxes lead lions to men and
eyes piss fast cars
and an anal firebrand feeds sex to sandy
armpits
sssssssssssssssss
my baby's brain breaks beads as bees shift
scytheward
..
*
ah.
as my penis pulls pled ponies then rats ride
skullward
and me and baby brazier bake scrolls for eyed
seashaking birds
La.
when once rats raid plaits then gals are sized
and me and bakers break beds, and sex is
penis-plied from hillmen and drilling soft pissers
and lady lice leap lions as lives kiss
eyeless fizzers
Ahh
and my penis peals plums as peeing old lives
lead cocks to tiny beehives
Oh I saw tomcats weeing on my flakes!

*
i scatter blue greed across a lady dram
o i scatter ripe
naked clothes; & a bench of edams
darkens blind rites
& a bomb of bites has easy sedans
sweeping under cool heights
..
when once a hisser drops old ice
then we will rise again from liced
delimiting catty fever.

i heard a boy in a brain's shakings
copped kittens of greyed shavings

o-la!

*
easy to be told about the grey lives we
sun-fold into guns & butters
o easily rode, we swagger where fathers
stick day-trips under woollen eaves
.
when once we summon cancer, then
greying mana mice may siren old men
& we gem after dreams
& we listen to old fazed windscreens
..
easy to be told about old razors we
slice a baby-prefect from dyed weed
& i espy stains in wessex
& i ride against rides as rose-legs
lock toes in fishy star-limits
..
when once we summon dancers, then
we must suffer for Paris in London-.. When
eyes eat into mamma
then blinded sex info telephones hens
..
i have seen at change of day a saviour
becoming just another mortal man, &
i must surely use a motorway motel for
shooting onan-practised
cunt mirrors.

*
saviours of sailors dip a bad boat
undernath veiny crabbers, Old soap
ropes ivories of wet spind winds
& a billy ship sails after sea-smokes
& we dabble in the waves.

where we laid life then we laid dope
lo, when we laid night then we
poked a pushing pleasurehearse - La-.
closures of cunters
cry for cravens, & a loaded killer
shoots a bug with a bloodstream
..
saviours of sailors slit a sad boat
& a beddy dream-boy has creams
razored when dizzy punkers piss oats.
./.
once below a mouth, a tongued soak
washed keen hands in sex-lard... Rotes
ram down a carousel of money
& we pig after spun citied bled honey.

05/02/2022.

work-in-progress title: the deifiers of postmodern crucifixions will hereby rent a bald pastry
1st draft pome then poem-song

the deifiers of postmodern crucifixions will hereby rent a bald pastry to a monast-bed
La, criers for oozers must, enkitchened, spill pork-scent across babby and mum's thread
O, as modellers under cusps come bending balloons with twixed rubies that snap bread
La, espiers, made fast, glow like a glow-worm glows while pig becomes sent to pap-beds
Ah, depleters under glass crow for serpent burns while diggers of cut lungs dig for cradles

O, a burthener of dizzy birthdays will wish candlers across spongy creamers while sandals
become abused by the fizzy maundays where fanglers crisscross puny Leda with angels
La, the tearers of sky shoot black stars across hair where a looter of mummy pigs for dials
O, lovers of fearers ride a root across cars when airelings scatter pooters along anvils

*
these ragged deus-days when we layer impassionatas with cock-horse will hereby strangle
these evil purses that become human for blood-theft
O, ragged deus-days when we plot for fathers will bury lofts in desks while god's struggle
appears leaded; and a car-parker comes concertinaed for guns as smiles suck for deaths
La, where haggard boys get fed with cheese and wine, a baker-butcher dials after sex
and, once along my mind, pets get led to christ while mousers feed edams to T Rex

these ragged deus-daytimes stem bone-blood and mute possessors will murder dells with
a most intimate abuser of grimes and stone-blood; and brute confessors will sunder pig with
doomy dirt-deniers; and, la la, wideners of drone-dogs rams mooted digressors aside necks
La, we will carve-perfume finalisers to frighteners and diseasers will adorn bed with hot licks
O, hashers will smarm for holy beads that star-strangle hoopers aside sliced pigs

*
the deifiers of daddy riches will sunderise a blower seen phoning boys at sea; and, o,
we will weevilise mammy isis as we sink bolts into screams
O, definers of babby bitches will fragmentise vaults with psychic bumpf; and dreams
hereby get mind-displaced with drills; and, O, as modern cantata in bunks use loaves
to disform a forgotten Sunday Tea
and a canary made rotten will of course swing when dead for a mad sweet Queen
and, once crisscrossed by verboten model-bees, lilac husbands dammed picked cream

the deifiers of buddy ditches will slamberise a crower seen swinging while sex dreams
La, pushers of mammy pitches will force forgers of flowers to flow; O, easy deans will
come defining apple-ashes with fairy sauce; and, sss, a baiter of crows stand on a false hill
appears, once quaked, as dizzy as the bastards who shake underneath stony body-dills
O, we will cut catkins inside glass
O, we will shut dog-skin inside grass; and, oo, a draper of snakes drips sexers aside gassers

and, once aside de Times, those fools who dine inside de gallows must shaft suckers; La!
acritudes, denied, drool for drives where acid beaches swallow haloes; and crafted rizlas will
rotate across thighs; and when candles sink deep inside then baiters of rams must murder carves
La, and a defamer of lost England will stake pinks aside chickens
La, and declaimer of god-Irelands will stake gourdes under genius poetry kitchens
La, weevilers must rock hedoners with blooms in wards where we drink cold coffee

THE END

*
these ragged deus-days when we layered poke with pig-choke will sunderise acrid ditches
O, these crooked bird-curls we shape become soapy while stoats stuck acids under switches
O, raggy bed-boys will shave heads clean of suns
La, eggy tom-boys will raise breads from screen-mums whose fruited flacid Mother enwitches
doomy dog-deniers with lazed head-hums
and, sss, while strokers of dazers sweat guns we will realise goose from cascaders; and richers
are, once dialled, plug fanny cellar phones beneath red wideners of sweet pube-slavers;
O, raggedness, inside family, swellers of bones heaps basts in leafy burnt labia;
O, a baiter on a blueberry field will snap cummers

there are protectors near that sweeten psalms with fingers; O, cappers of thumbers wet pictures
and, wed to guitars, tears that gently sleep will burn rock-guns with sisters
and, fed to de red rude morgues, a canary inside cock-bums seems dead as a sea of kissers
O, raggedness, deflected, gently creeps for gowns
O, easy fatefulness, infected, gently perverts sweet-towns
La, a caddy of a pestler mortars mental inverts with stripped clowns;
and these are the pisser days that madden star-skirt with cripplers; O, a tree underground
gets netted for posters of trades and madam car-spurt

*
lover, i will cut a glazed rose down
ah, as winter shuts, then our town
will disappear into
twinned blues of daylit crowns
& i received from you something which
would never sit me down?

ohh pursed lips at love's receiver tips
a chestnut whore with a fag-fix
& a bed of wynds cuttles
coves of corpus christie- ah, trips
will surely end?

dour mental men who mend hens
don the urbane juices of
a classed city whose faithless lens
extends cauls from the bodies
& we lean into the lamplight when
bald booers bag
saucy iris-sea-crags...

from beneath a duel earth, i
suck a nut & face in to a lie.
& liars curl
into a clever red-rose ball?!

*
these dapplers of dolphin raptures surrender bleeder bones to yoyos and easy teasy sloanes
O, beneath blurrers, endos, rendered, rents scissors to stone; and the peddlers inside droner
summer-slide a wintry barmy sky-beach with sidlers under droners
O, dapplers of endomorphins must reach for stripers of thunderers; and a facials seen in hangers
are most certainly car-crammed across de leechers of car-parkers seen crushed for moon-mana
La, donkey dilatives, marshed, flosses de teechers of car-vastness as screamers force starrers to
scrape a simple bogey from caressives;
and, once webbers interfuse guns with dismissives, we will egg-bend horsers from ironed shoes

these dapplers of dolphin sculptures surrender brother bone with stoned yoyos; and, la, dudes
get scattering hens upon pick-troughs; and sinkers of lovers groan for polos while eaten poos
get eerily lip-fed to gemmas when pig-lofts harden stinkers with sloanes who peck for false loos
O, minters of pit-feeds will become stemmed with daisy drinkers
O, dimplers of skit-weed will become penned with penny dreamers; and we must fuse false truth
with pissers found underneath a splayed city-cruise
La, loud curtains get drawn from all female navel-wickedness
and objects of murder storm fawns with angellers; and crookers of sickliness will kill faeces

Uh, petrifiers of helenic perian plumers use deftifiers for cookers; O, a pitcher in gold spaces
get slammering aside helonic germainers whose sacrificers strike pools from acrid eye-mazes
Uh, once across a seaside, laconic lovers fuse petrific pot-ooze to eaglers and swallow-stasis
and, once we have become sex-swarmed, we will pestle pot with riders of pig-pan; and faces move
endless poppy deifiers from west to east
and, sss, lardy fry-ups will stun thieves with meats while bandaging banana-badinage will
cum thrilling for chapsters; and, O, a dramatic punisher of wild edged bandana will swing from rills
and the bodicers are dead
and the denuders are abed with their nightly dreamers
and, oo, stablers of carved sloped sheds become ruined with fairy thieves and familial freak-streamers

La La La.- while a pusher with sweet piles, a droner of dervishes gets sewn into lies; and meat-beaker
become, once clashed, mill-sugared with spirals; and, o, a fever-frets get jailed in pies and freakers
must, when clistered, become sistered to rivals to pussy mussels; and a corded din will gummer for
daisiers of sweat-holdals and deceivers of tidal blues;
and, La La, whilst a kisser drags salt from sides a delver of a spunk-silo a painter of camphors
sweetly sky-stocks tocsiners with bellers in binds;
and burring butter-bird gets fixed with spind girl-blinds that get flexy for binners and ole gizzards

Eh?

*
hah, we espy a rodeo of rain &, lo, we use brigands
to widen a beak from the sadness of the wreaked
o once a night we kneel upon grain
lo, we will siren bread-beds with onion-city-pain.

the grievous gardens of the jammed have rizlas
laying nudy rest to naked nobblers of town-bones
& we lay a hazy eye upon a street of dirty sloanes
ah, uh, ho, ah ho

we espied a reason for all four seasons
we dream of deaths where a slighted prism
ignites parrot-light with satyrs & geezer cards
& we abuse a miller's trails
& we noose a fax of sails where necky cars
shard underneath sky-dyed veils,
..
the grievous garlands of the rammed raid riders
ohh ahh hoh
what were we dearly doing where a red tiger
star-crumpled a kid-machine inside a globe?
,. la there is no answer
uh this life must cut the dancers

& we espy a radio of reins walking a pony's
heated genius rainbows
.. as we grope then glide & as we use babies
then we drop god's knickers under clothes,

the plashers of bald plaits peer into rubies as
we slasher for a bound worn bat
& we supper for eager nests as egged gas
glisters when a ball of butts snaps a capped
crusade of idiot-ivories?!

we are the dog-men as we are night-men
ah, we are the cat-hens who rode from gems
& we are wed a boar & a german one
& we ride a dead whore where gold cum
shooteth up with braided sidler's seamen
....
ahhh
ohhh
ehhh
tut-tut-tut-tu-tut
ahhh
ahhh
cut up by mush, we ascend a fake-flower
& dunny budders of sweet wee
wallop easy fingers with galloped hours
....
does this wide world weep none at all.?

o, i am led to the edge of sound -
when once sex ebbs, then a sea of sounds
sings for rivers
and my mad head swirls as giddying sexlovers
lend rapes to movers

My face seems empty,
My case seems empty
and i am led to death as dying towns
dance like clowns
ah.
eyes glow like blown sentries
and firing imbeciles wed wives to emptying
fast fumes
uh
a cape of hope feeds us where
men and folk slept under a chair
and, spied, a shaved sea of sleep feeds self to hot prayer
..ssss
My hair hears a scalp rend air
and men and cosines feed loss to a sea of snared
catmen
and fishing sexskin slides
down down down
uh
my tree trips for tickling leaves
O-

*
these are our ragged men who sink shortcakes in the cisterns and lucid silk-lips down all u-bends
O, underneath some strewn pearls, shakers get blocking ice with drams and milkers will cause de lense
to force a daffy mirror-jonquil porn-smacker to sodomise crazed pig; and silkers will cause to extend
forevermore, across easy whistlers who swing for the restless wind that gets hacked from an apple-den
O, underneath some screwers, blue-moisture boys become trendless when crackers thrum

La La, we will scissor-scry after tamers of tawny eye-traders who, lammed, affix mums to thumbs
La La, we will seizure-cry after pepilepsy where buzzy mind-bakers, rammed, affix lungs to summers
and these are our ragged men who swig pee-punch while children store cakes in public loos; and, oo,
as bunny baiters noose strickeners with fig a facial done for mictions must anoint beds with mamma
O, and this wild weepy world we all cry in will darken guns with crucifixions; and goddess medusa sends

doomy dirt-deniers aside blowers of wards where we drink coffee outside the walls; and sex will end?

"he was a student of life but he fell in love with an angel of christ; an angel from above. sat in the rooms beneath the bicycle sheds,
he was taught into red bloom by the demon in his head. she was old, she was young, she was a teacher on the run; she was all he'd ever dreamed; an empyrean scheme
she was young, she was old, she didn't have to be told; she was all he'd ever dreamed, an empyrean scheme

now the gods play cricket with an old baseball, & the students at the wicket are slammed against the wall. he was a student of life, but he lost his pride to an angel of christ; a demon in disguise.
she was old, she was young, she was a teacher on the run; she was all he'd ever dreamed; an empyrean scheme

she was young, she was old, she didn't have to be told; she was all he'd ever dreamed; an empyrean scheme. behind the walking pavilions, the Lords bat once again; in the centre of ireland, the lovelorn bombers reign.
she was old, she was young, she was a teacher on the run; she was an empyrean scheme; a heart-raping academe. she was all he'd ever dreamed; a
twenty-carat scream; and all she did was pass him by with an empyrean

gleam..."

06/02/2022.

work-in-progress title: the depleters of easy men become buzzing for brawn
first draft pome then song-poem

the depleters of easy men become buzzing for brawn; and the idolisers of swarms will surrender
both eternally and forever; and, la, biters, stormed, scram from grey theatre
O, depleters of easy men become huffing for porn; and the livid dead will use bed for murder
O, deceiters, cobbed, send guns to searings while doctors inside turgid bread must use sweepers
to sunderise dreary sleep with sirens

the depleters of old men become soliciting, O, as weddings die then a fracturer of eggers will
instantaneously murder chickens; and, O, as beds get sex-high then a capturer of fever will arise
directly aside moths and kitchens; and, Lo, fingerers of nests drag mien for sweet watery disguised
daddy-mummy salt-junctions; and, once dizzy pelters use soap-functions then daffy berry chokers will send gold men to

lost hills

*
the depleters of queasy quitted mod men will hereby become easily chewed; O, and drivers of daisies will use moods
to sirenise sweet water with quilted mad men
Lo, depleters of peasy slitted god-men will hereby become evil as devil dudes; O, and riders of dairies will use milk-shoes
Lo, repleters of dizzy pitted soddeners must interfuse hectors with hermiones while the goddess Medusa swilled tubes
and, once along a green time, weepers who wept for the missing original sun become sodded by Seducers; and shoes
must become knotted aside swearers and screws

O, depleters of pissing god-poesy will, once ankled, must fantasize about adult fairgrounds where heavenly killers ooze
a jackknifer from blind ceilings; and, O, once strangled, a lemoner in acid jolts dangerous howlarounds will use salt booze
to evily toast the sodden buildings that clasp to cunts; and, Uh, as jolly volts electrocute memories then ideal sleuths will
forge a naked navel-temple from horses who ride for blinkerers; and
La, we shall shape a milk cable from hearses while winkered bed-islands must create Crete from Euphesians; La! La!

and we will become sorely aware that pyramidal parcellers must time-travel to Ancient Greece where Egyptians eat frills.

the deceivers of hoax achievers must sunderise a bedder of lusts where mind-muscles appear scared; O, eager head-hills
appear here, when soaked, as sweet as lusts; Lo, skewers of cusps share head-apples with grey tears; O, meagre bed-brills
appear here, while soaped, as sweet as puss; Lo, pullers of pups say prayers for salt-gables
and, once across a crashed time, as heapers pulsed, incandescence became stewed by chapels; and, oo, lost fields will
cause scrappy scoop the dog-hoot to tremble where lions flower

the conceivers of hoax mad-bad believers must sunderise a webber of tusks where head-muscles appear scathed; O, ladies
must most certainlly come back homeward to fuss; and a dreary umbrella will tear rain-drops from tears while cold rubies
must most certainly thrum; O, a milker of cream-chariots got chopped nearby
O, a silker of families will lunge; O, a lilter of dreamt parrots gets feeding mimesis to forced wives; and verbal parakeets
will hereby wiccanise drill-bums with oats

and the definers of pillarisers glow, just like a glow-worm glows; and the recent deaths of all gods in heaven have stopped

Uh. red deceivers aside sex-phoners become dilated from wagstaffs who transmit killers to wallers; and as sex drops
away from home, then a braddler of a sea-sun must become spind from alien heart-headed drawlers; and as sex drops
away from beer-bones, a derider of a dead mumma will sentinelise a gunner from drivers of maulers; and as sex rots
fast away, then eerie sloaners may well arrive stoneward; and, la la, dolters of dummies get clad in mummy-shrouders; and loss
must cove-create a prisoner in a well; and criers under boards will stir cabs inside catties
Uh, red deceivers aside sex-stoners become doubling for sex-masks that enfury deniers with ragers under a green Cross

and the refiners of massive liars utilise babby bonnets for human sleeping; and ghosters with pig will shend all red Los.

Oh. we will acede seed to the fingers of Eden; Oh. we shall fight for dope while egits get tongued by rope; and mean dross
gets eagerly foisted across blonders; Oh. we shall use a new lost sound whilst we affix pets to mouth-coats; and bred shops
hereby become venal; and, Oh, we shall use a nuclear sky-cloth to resound spicers; and, la la, redoubted oats spread cottages
aside a bellying blithering milk-missioner; and, Oh, as faces flick then fly, daffy doom-dazzlers soak boats with slaved Cross
and, sss, we will acede seed to the ringlets of Eden; Oh. we shall fight for dolts while remitters get led to smokes; and red Los
eerily outellbowels coded kosher kiddy summits with twixy tawny tearing river-tares; and leadeners get fed to Popes

Eh? the deadenisers of rolly-polly figgy planets kid dizzy mazy tarrying scissor-spears; and, uh, widening sheds dig stoats
within a dominator of a girly-whirly dabbly star-squid; and, lo, we will darken evil mime with racist shits who maim soaps
Eh? the bearders of guilty scar-holidays will hereby shave a closed seed aside a razoring buller of dresses and raped coats
La, a sharpener of silky Mars-holidays will hereby slave after remosers while diggories in cellars use messers for male-moats
Eh.. we get evily welcomed to a bladdering hill where fathers burn samosas; and factories in mirrors use pissers for sail-smokes

Oh, a stunner of a girly brimmer becomes scuttering illing agers across declosers of dark nunneries; and oatish monasts choke
eateries of summertimes inside lovers whose gummy thrillings crisscrosses closeters aside dictionaries; and oafish comics choke
easterly arisings of coaters in drummers whose mummy mealings crisscross detesters aside maiden ties; and goatish sonnets choke
eaten charabancs with xmas-easter druggers; and, oo, the ceilings in pentecosts deflect brides with scythes
Oh,- these are the characters of Eden; and, when once pig pealings swim, then a daffier of wide fig becomes fed to tribes

Uh.

it was five winds reciting prayer
up the dolly streets
from life's leaping ghost.

the windows were mountains of air
when red streets unfurled
underneath carrion ecstasties.

*
we know the route to the inner ear,-
under swifts, a deaf moon of rose tears
hunts after the purser's key,
and already a whipped hearse is made
from a locomotive hunting hounds.

and the windows are dripping in this room
reciting prayer as the streets we ran
form formica robes from delicate wounds,
and under a peeled pyre of light,
a cruel silence is grown like a beard.

we know the route to the inner ear,-
hand in hand, we ran
through the houses of fog:-
it was remorse made us ride dogs,
o a great river was well known till
struck awfully dead.
./
do you know the man who sold dirty cards?
have you ever seen the slips of the city?
o will you come to me for mid-life..

*
as the summer dreams of eyes come back to life
fat needle-nights of fond felines drop a candle-christ

Thus, in the maundering morning of a sinless day,
Jack and his wife set sail for a north-south grave...

one of the suns is shaped from midnights but cannot
spiral from the stars of heaven's tears..

immense slashed eyes wash away a correspondence with
old rollered eyes that rain away a footpath under kids
,
O.

the moon has a little goat for
dawn-break
birds drip like trees as swards
fill a sky with cold sails
and an air of soil spoils de boiling where
the freeway smells of winter

o, the sun seems less cold than touch-dry
o, a moon under deaths
darkens a chalet with radio wives

*
a carrowing halo of a hocked man
lends a dizzy dive to acrid woman
and, laced, a boned bride uses children
to anoint her sex with vines
and, lo, as we weave for winters then
breakers of summers send wine when
vast speakers cry
o
naked fingers writhe
o
sacred readers ride
o
buzzers of bald money scent a hearse
with bad men who cut a spent purse
and, lazed, as blown brides writhe
then a baiter of the killed
crashes for budders
and eyers leap feathers
o
naked fingers writhe
o
sacred rivers arise
from domed dreams
and writers of denial drag along sauce

*
saviours of sailors dip a bad boat
undernath veiny crabbers, Old soap
ropes ivories of wet spind winds
& a billy ship sails after sea-smokes
& we dabble in the waves.

*
the shadow of a head heaps eyelids
la as a fishy bottle-bed rids
fast pigs of daisied digger kids, then
eaten parisian eggshells scatter sins
where, dolled, a drag of rolled pigs
rides, rides
o

the shadow of a bed beats hot fig
la as flashy fingers feel for gold wives
then a burnt-on killer
races down to a hired sea where
fairground accidents taunt child-hair.
..oh

a movie of mauve mind hearers snare
coded kipper bees with bone-prayer
& a cagey canister of sluts hits heirs to
babied body-banisters
..
the shadow of a head reaps eyed vids
o a dirtied empty DVD heeds the grey
causal odals of scented porn-fast-play
& a dodder of a pisser's pisces lays
slammed daughters against a walled grid
..
we ride from rude sleep when rode wives
nuture lipped sex & piscine radio.

oh....

*
in the swansea herald was a man who was shot dead
he was a manito and he was a wasp
ghosts cry for the dawn and rolled menstrual urine
will shit in the mouths of infants
and peroxide claims the clerk of Christ:-
christ is a bastard and he often craps his panties?
these thieves are perfect and live for ever?

brontes, why is it that jonah makes your books burn!?

eyes spurn the words which heal
and the softness of this living-room
will snap the clavicles
of the all-too-real and furled space
must come inside love's mouths

this zero seed must split the mien
of a mind which is not whole
for i have a brain which is not whole
my brain denies my thoughts

james joyce resides in a marvelled tower...

damned was the sea that sped about my fists
there is no place for the humaner race

i am a manito and a matricidal wasp!!?

the zero seed shall not storm
this town of ghosts nor darken death
with Indians
and this narrowed vein
will taunt the tides of seas made plain?

eyes cannot shape the mint cakes
which live inside death's stupid soul
this zero seed shall not storm
this town of ghosts nor shaded flumes
snap the fuses of love's mind

eyes cannot rape the pathe gazette?

uh!!!!

dizzy dibblers of fanny flame appear snow-fed to Paris and London; O, as weepers magnetise creelers with mad mod blinds
weaverers of gold gabbies sear torn crow-pegs to India in Scotland; O, as depleters under apple-wives spin across gob-grind
weaverers of coded laddies sear stitchers of dregs across Africa when Ireland fuses terminal apple-tides with drilly god-grimes
and the prime-soakers at de bodies whisper for devs while easy eaters in America fued for pandemical genius Radio Africa
and, la la, teasers of lubes and mops and porators smile for framers of familial freakers whose daffodillers give breads to crime
O, while a coded city-crow becomes murdered by dilators a piteous blader in sneakers cums oozing riders from grey baby-brine

Uh, capital dead men get harvested beside a sea of rape seeds; Uh, magical red hens get harnessing for bridlers of lady-vines as
elderly eldeberried chicken get maskering after a street of beads; Uh, majestical bed-bends swim for lost huddlers and oaters crash
directly adown a hollower of wrecks; and, Oh, bodily kissives must curve vermillion U-Bend swings for crossers whose cock-ash
becomes eagerly star-abolished; and, Oh, we will sacrifice disorderly jackers to bluesers of cat-men who sweat sperm for gal-gas
O, while soldiered owly shoulders drag butts for wills, a filthy street of flavas will murder ghosters; and sweet fern uses permed mass
to sharpen up a hidden voodoo dollar;

and eaters of sodomisers must wink for ploughs where bodifiers must scatter milkers aside a bonering sky-scrape where cat-gasses
appear surrendering solid musks to pinkers; and, oo, fotal sky-drillers shatter silkers aside a murdering star-freight where cat-glasses
appear shendering squalid tusks for shrillers; Ohm, doctors to mind-killers splatter riddlers with purdahings; and lost prayers shout

aloud.

work-in-progress title: while shrillers under coded rivers cum descrying toads
first draft poem then poem-song

while shrillers under coded rivers cum descrying toads with squelcher's honey, delvers of deniers will
hereby thunderise fathers with lost summers
O, when dreamers slather then crossed fathers must jack mummas with kissifers; and, O, definers will
come sharpening penis-plasts
La, we will hereby fragmentise de magic past where cemented parks become leaden; and, O, defilers will
come hardening fleas with masts

O, while shrillers under coded mirrors cum descrying de rose found in money must serenade dead gills; and
a washering definer of mother shivers after guns
La, a slower of red dada must become badly bodied beneath feathers that get plucked by a gizzard hand
O, while piggers shudder, loaded fevers will appear rocked across scissors;
and a balded baddening carrotted lover huffs for cum

*
while killers under loaded sindlers ram after rattlers we will come near cake statues; and a lover in england
gets illing while gingers rush along strapped laughters
and, la la, whilst rivallers swim for drams then painters of ills daub saints with pastels; and oily canvassers
become dick-sold to political murderers; and, oo, we will spill whores across pencils that delve red dancers

O, as killers sunder dust a layer of swanny Leda must entertain devillers with Lord Los; and grey pinkers will
forever darken mother with dusks; and, La, feeders inside piss-brains become crossed while eyes inside dills
Luh, as a luller of a creator clasps to Woman a leprous bride will strain for mum
O, as kickers slumber for tusks, a licker of lousy pepper-scribes must feed spawns to false lungs

*
while feeders of fondant face-feelers get led to losers a pusher of belly-bait will use nudes for guns; O, sums
become falsely accounted while space-riddlers become oozered aside telly-snakes; and, uh, we will use guns
to sirenise shooters with acrid smiles
O, as feeders fail forevermore, lacers of ricklers move sex to dumb tears and, bunched, hairy naked lungs must
come cuffling oodlers with mastic dials

while feeders of fondant mace-mealers get fed to poolers a molly of a deli-snake will use bums for easy dusts
O, as model madamers seize halls from dealers, weavers in doilies will shaft baked tills with stolen coin-cusps
and, sleased, sharpeners in weed summon reelers from ricklers while easy bakers swill god's swollen bread-busts
and, reeved, deadeners of sin sleep for Simeon
and, sleeved, reddeners of winds snore for Simon

*
these mad times are midnights; O, these fatalists seen near clit will sirenise sad minds with tawny buzzy bollards
O, these mad times are midnights; and there are screens near pits which fragmentise kids with easy stone bards
O, the ashen films found in pints feed a sea-car to fears while sweet slit becomes belied by sexers and porn-card
O, these mad times are midnights; O, these fathers to screams sear pips while divergers for pig get led to scarves
and, once along rinds, sweeteners, loaved, seize murderers from tears;
and, once along swine, depleters, stoved, seize heart-robbers from fear

these mad times are midnights; O, these fast fatal mesh-fascists spit hills where mod minds modelise dudy cripplers
O, these mad times are mad dykes; O, when laces crisscross, we will fill hair with bloods
O, these mad rhymes yield sane-puke while city mikes must appear killed by pig; and hooters on a seasand's pepper
will, once made lime, seal maimed suits across dirty trikes
and, where graves grind, we will stain loss with skirters; and rascallers seen on bikes will ride till radios die for livers

Uh figgy pus-pilers will pulmonise pain with startlers; and receivers in dreams conceive the lost deceived while pillars
appear fraggling for pills; and, O, we will kiss hurtlers while rammers dig creems with de less believed; and Caesars
get delimited by whores, and naked pissy mists smile for dials while doctors to screens form sex from mind-peerers
O, once along a wed war, sandlers of posies got riled by wild wiles and, La, hereby, daughters storm grey shrillers
and the doomy doobiers of wranglers noose cot from sky

La La..O-La. these mad times are midnight; Uh, blue falconists seen here will cum blurting sperm from white rivers.
La-dee-dah, these mad rhymes raid sweet light while breakers in gold-spleen cum squirting giddy grub from rizlas
O, we will evilise soft bound bone-graves with sodded star-beakers; O, when mumma gets easy then littlers will clamber
directly across wipers of droners; and the bled statues under pappers will send gamma to families that hiss for Fever
La La..O-La, these sad swine are mad christ; Uh, greenies, gummered, spill men upon danger
La La..O-La, these mad wagnals whose life gets diced will hereby bind billers to gunny derangers; and solus seizures sunder
daddy doomers with swashers of gooze; and goosy tied mills must thrill forever while eternal grace gets done

Uh, these falsifiers of sparred ribs become hitlered with nazi-fire where pyres must seem suckering penis into devil-bones
Uh, these falsifiers of barred pig become himlered with Benito-Adolph sea-spires; and, la la, a passioner aside fire-stones will
hereby appear defining shadowers with sunnners
Uh, these mad times are midnights; O, these gingerers of grinders ennoose meesers with bell-baiters
and, once along pepper, carved mad-cells interlock Hector with Andromeda; and woozy woollen Zioners will maim hells's bell
with defamers in paper; and, Oh, the sidlers of fuck-rock dreams for cold jive and easy women

Ohh bollockers of lepers loosen leopard under leotard while fig men shatter micers with dizzifiers of sex-decked subhumans.
ssss.. dippy denuders of moisteners will suck gem-lard while fig hens smatter across grids; and pushers of hurtlers use Hell
to molify dippers of serial ogres; and, La, fuckers in shards dial pig men when looseners, snipt, issue gob from kisser-wells
Ohh, bollockers of peepers moisten mamma mumblers
Uhh, collectors of sleepers moisten gagas with fumblers; and, oo, once when wingletters wept for tissue then vacant sea-cells
came star-deminders whose fishy bagasse frigs cradlers; and, oo, once when ringletters slit masks from stables sablers
get delving fashioners of pogues who sink dilly cunt-crop under rainy rappy nappying grave-glister;
and the godded fanny gilly goddess who forces dairy spunk-shots to cream for melodies uses lave-sisters for red dells

and the tocsins found inside one zillion wakers will shut positioners when wideners of families nuclearise a shop in grills.

when a coppice grate grips to grey stone
then a bud of ice
reiterates a gilly drome
la a baby under christs hits a king-sloane
& a bast of lice
laps a cocked meat-heart
.,.
o a doggy hour walks the dead when
atomic leeches sleep under wine
&, sun-spread, a dolly paper-mind
exposes habits to farts..

i will sympathise with hissed ice
ah i will centre death where cold brine
bodies a penis-flower
& we say Amen to drunken dice
& we play for utmost power?

eyes burn to death when a dilly life
goes too blind for words
& we are burned bully birds...

*
lover, i will cut a glazed rose down
ah, as winter shuts, then our town
will disappear into
twinned blues of daylit crowns
& i received from you something which
would never sit me down?

ohh pursed lips at love's receiver tips
a chestnut whore with a fag-fix
& a bed of wynds cuttles
coves of corpus christie- ah, trips
will surely end?

dour mental men who mend hens
don the urbane juices of
a classed city whose faithless lens
extends cauls from the bodies
& we lean into the lamplight when
bald booers bag
saucy iris-sea-crags...

from beneath a duel earth, i
suck a nut & face in to a lie.
& liars curl
into a clever red-rose ball?!

*
i scatter bright trees across a lady land
o i shatter night
& a car of christs carries summner scams
& a martian kite
drops a jammy kestrel from grey glands
& sex seasons us

when once a pissing patron of dust
uses a cock-pot, then riders under us
don daft jazzy mental hospitals
....
i scatter blue greed across a lady dram
o i scatter ripe
naked clothes; & a bench of edams
darkens blind rites
& a bomb of bites has easy sedans
sweeping under cool heights
..
when once a hisser drops old ice
then we will rise again from liced
delimiting catty fever.

i heard a boy in a brain's shakings
copped kittens of greyed shavings

o-la!

*
saviours of sailors dip a bad boat
undernath veiny crabbers, Old soap
ropes ivories of wet spind winds
& a billy ship sails after sea-smokes
& we dabble in the waves.

where we laid life then we laid dope
lo, when we laid night then we
poked a pushing pleasurehearse - La-.
closures of cunters
cry for cravens, & a loaded killer
shoots a bug with a bloodstream

saviours of sailors slit a sad boat
& a beddy dream-boy has creams
razored when dizzy punkers piss oats.

once below a mouth, a tongued soak
washed keen hands in sex-lard... Rotes
ram down a carousel of money
& we pig after spun citied bled honey.

*
the shadow of a head heaps eyelids
la as a fishy bottle-bed rids
fast pigs of daisied digger kids, then
eaten parisian eggshells scatter sins
where, dolled, a drag of rolled pigs
rides, rides
o

and me and deented dettol dolls dream about faceless calves
and me and scented metal dolls scream; and, la, greyed cards
will swallow arcana as a whirlwind in England shoots Mars
and, la la, a tutterer in a tawny swing dies out for scribers
and, la la, a butterer in a buzzy ring swells for gold grinders.
..
a mazy evil Nazi rainbow rots inside a gun as dun drummers
trickle from an evil cock-show that ripens into carkeys
o, a naked ideal enemy flashes glass across a gassed fire
and gentlemen who smoke flashes abuse city-fenders of
sea-poking lemon stews with bashes that bomb blind spires
and a spiralled star-spire falls to death; O, a rosey spire
sweetens gentle daisies with dairy decks and grey fires.

Ahhhhhhhh i sting up aside de grail as mad death sets sail.
...
*

o as a westender of a deaf man sheds mean blood while drinking, a facial under french rubber becomes made-up with hills
o we bleed for strickeners while male worm-thread smiles while screaming
and the ladellers of missioners will sail after washed bread when searings under a bench robs easy lungs of sweet blue-brills
o as weedlers mouth clothes when bleeding, a cosine to red gems may well number a sink for easy mums while painted fills
appear sizzled; and bled words of bent blue birds will signalise mamma as cellars slumber after poesy-plum; and feinters thrill
ooo A bolter under mounts medlises mutant-curves with magmatisers; and bellers sunder after easy mongs and sainters spill
a teinted poseidon of shouted scissor-sea-mills
and we anoint deriders with pouters whose bead-build will fragment augmenters with granite grill; and when pig uses pils then
majestical disjointers will surely powder dudes with bee-galleries
and, la, a scented pussy which wails as wiveflings frig must give shaven dromedaries to murderers and star-pointed remedies

uh..

*
" the western man, with one lung gone,
cannot mount a clotheshorse without bleeding?"

*
Copyright JDB 10/02/2022.

work-in-progress title: the dimplers in both hell and heaven drag snakes for crabs
first draft pome then poem-song

the dimplers in both hell and heaven drag snakes for crabs; and sea-swarmers under labs will hereby siren for silence
O, red crimplers in both the sky and the sea seize US cabs; and sky-stormers under slags will hereby sucker violence
O, deadeners, spind, fuse dudes to minds; and, laah, we will extemporise eaglers of crags;
O, dimplers, while fragmentising, will move stars from calves
O, bedded whilst never yawning, hills aside red Mars become vanishing to a sidler whose spiderers spin webbers; and
once along a sad swinger, stoning deals will surely pick at suns
and. sss, we must serenade droning swillers for family; and definers nuclearise braggers of red bees and cold England

*
the swashy dirtiers of denials will crone-wash liars under memories; O, a digger of stone-clay will bear gold children
O, easers of murderers move hills while bone-crashers sunder melodies; O, a swigger of droned days will use women
O, singlers under deadeners must groove while pasters rumbler after nunneries
O, riders of repleters, hereby crushed, weep for silk-weepies as a damager of sculleries become forced to use ladies
for the rooted strong haired feud of genius gals and idiot male-molls
and the dupers of song, snared, will fenderise balkers while dragglers of skulls will refine redeyes from lost grey babies

*
the dimplers in both heaven and hell drag gates from labs; and sea-mouthers under stags will hereby sunder silence
O, bled ripplers in both the mind and heart-rape of viol-sap get shot while drowners of slags become fed an offy
and, la, whence babbies burn, we must skirt-scape for sex-viola and we must victimise braggers with lost families
O, sad drinkers, gone to vines, weep; O, mad drinkers, gone in snail-wine, sleeps for easy mirrors
and, la, whence daffies repine, a scatty female heap appear spun from sail-swine;
Ohh, dimplers in both heaven and hell snap rapes; and doggers from tailed kind kine must rent crimes to killers

*
the washy dirtiers of doomy deniers get pantie-pealed from granary statues while drives of distance use lilters
to soften red skirters with dammies; O, we get wet while tundras move turtlers for brides whose easy filters must
summer-litter icy sorbet-pig with 99 endless cream-debts;
O, we will season evil mind-wigs whilst trendless scream-specs order idiotic star-pets to stone blinders of sex
O, we will thunderise devilers whose emptiness gets decked
and, once across a sweety, a lively daddy woman bids farewell to hedonists and false heroes
and, once across de Lady, a lovely mammy woman waves hello to a poverty circus when instant yoyos
must fenderise soft daisies with evil daemon dung

the dimplers of spurted angellers will come to in a bad head-wall; O, eaters of curtiveness must blort whilst creepers
become stella-spraying starry heels
O, riveners may use spastic fevers to sky-reel doomy decliners from featherers; and searchers of cots will use killers
to extemporise vernalisms with seethers
O, dragglers, sprayed, appear sweat-gingered; and, la, when facials burn to death, then daddy sides will use spearers
to summer-astound icy July with sweltering January; and, uh, we must storm red missivers whose fusers use tearers
O, staplers of howlarounds must ride defilers; and, once across Ma, stoners of bed issue capons to tissue-renders
and, oo, weavers of wasters must resound; and, once across Rivers, sloaners in bed issues reason after sexless dissemblers

Uh crimplers of curtive outelbowellers will come to in a sad mad hall; O, beaters of curviness must taunt whilst reapers
get spirited aside a sea of gassy fowlers; and, once inside the sad, maulers of sleepers will dust after plants; and keepers
become rivuleted; and, oo, westerly swollen infant bunks get grabbling
Uh we must abuse all hands
Uh we must cruise all scans; and, when faces crisscross, a pelter of beadings get shafted; Ohm, jackers will use repleters
to bluesify dangerous head-jams
and these are our ragged days that lead stasis to pesters of ferine belters; and, Ah, defacers in car-crams appear swollen
and these are our ragged late evenings that lead spaces to pestlers of fasteners; and, Ah, depleters appear bed-woven for
crazing waxen manxers; and the seagull dead get gone

back homeward.. and, lo, where pasty five and twenty pastry UFOs get space-lynched, dippers in drums fuse red wards
with Hector and Andromeda and Janus and Zeus; and, o, weevils in lost pets will become dead while holy wildlife roars
Uh, gone back homewards, we will starken murder-harps with liver-strung wet weals
O, a sultry signal survivor of dreams must soften brain-darts, and, hereby reeled, sharpeners shrapnelise coded cunt-stores
with idle uddering dirt-chromes; and weepers will blame hearts for moggy eyes
and, whence wives warp bones, snapperers in mills made painters from dizzy driers;
and de five and twenty coffee-girl has to feed off dillers while hot fast panting reeling damages plebs with devil spiers

Eh.. helmic loaded helmets must come drooling in de pictures; O, as kinemas burn, then delimited breads will devise

ten zillion fairy horses from cuspids; O, ceilings down de Lane oozes cinemas while ermine deaden droppers with tides
Eh.. hermetic loaded reclusers must thrum for movements; O, as dizziness burns, then remitters in bed will sermon pies
with umpteen thousand billion five and twenty pasty pastry IFOs,
O, weeping public-urine sunders dives and, sss, a candifier of Pogos gets bubbling, just like sex under gullies; and lies
must become tainted to fuckers; and daffodilers will forever telephone cool jonquils while nighttimes cut brollies from ties
Eh- eremetic shakespearoes use red bows for melders while vinegars spool sweet fish-fins against raisers of mice
and a five and twenty pasty pastry magma-craft comes from the widening styxes of kiss-kins; and dressers for christs

and mentalisers, once mind-sentried, appears gassy-gobbling from a peas-pudding-pan that get dropped from mikes

and menstrualisers, once heart-cherried, appears dairy-dobbling from a custardiser of god-cats; and sex-cats fuck bites?
and moulinxers, once spine-signs get empty, tears will surely flow, just like big rocks, from god-bats; O, sex-rats spike
dirtiers of human sewers; and, oo, we may well sear hills from clothes
and giddy bustlers, once head-bured, appear searing red pealings; and a treasoner, trampled, wets Los with blake-sloes
and, sss, genius mad william becomes sphering under deaf buildings while fragmentisers, trammelled, cuts some lion-shoes

Uh this huge wild earth of cullers must whip a swift holy pony while horsers in dials get dressaging aside equinity; and, Lo,
weepers seen inside sweet birth will skip lit while devilries abuse pasty baby;
Uh this huge wild earth of pullers must snip filthy clit; and dirtiers of mauled male-fairies will get murdered; Hah! crows close

down..

Eh?

*
i took a little ride across the sentry stones
i gathered up wives
and my neural mind crosses
crossed palms with baby-brides
and i took a little ride across the hardened
baby-bunting whose coded mind
blinks from blindness
o an LA curse dons a hearse as
naked nubile kisses sink inside horses

i took a little ride across the sentry stones
i gathered up brides
and a son of sin sharpens budded foam
and a sea of spun gardens
snaps belfries from fountains
ah ah i have told a lovely lie
ah ah i have sold us a painted tie
and the gods of masques
serry skeins with warders...

o a budded homeshow washes hands when
a draggler of diamonds
shows an evil horn to a minotaur
and a sea of sirens
serves bells to hot bends
..
O i hasten to a sky of devs
O i listen to eyes as a ship of heads
shoots Gins dead,
and ashen buddy bread gets cooked
and waxen baby legs
suck a neon cut from a sea of plebs
..
i took a little ride across the sentry stones
i gathered up both eyes
and my neural mental tribe
dons lions
and old naked thrones have to see lies
leading pugs to drones
,
Uh Uh Uh..

once upon a soul, i went back home..

yeah...

*
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
O
& 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
Crisscrossing babies cradle cold cauls
& 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.

*
While burned at a leather stake, shrivellers of spiners gorge
a pitted sex-tie from tawny owlers
a shying teamster who devours bandages and wards forge
a taper of twirly men aside burners of dovetails and crouchers;
and a baby in state
suppers for the forks and knives of a bibby mood; hate
suffers deniers when rummagers of tasted snoods get raped
by picklers of pockets and pulled tit-pianos

and this signal hour penetrates duked piss-pup as sleep
dragglers for twirling mental fetes
and this is a day for a grey mind-show
and showmen hereby sell tortoises to venal veined crows

eyers may well purr as we darken screened deceit
riders may well swell for weed as weeblers bum-bleat
rifflers, writhed, give holy head to cemented glue-gites

END..

*
eyes will glow like a granite shadow
oh oh, rented crows may well breed
and de gallows under granular greed
gallop against blinded car-seed
and a swallower's herded denier
pipes some titted hands around sleeves
and me and my children's coat
suppers after sandals

eyes will glow like a granite virtue
ho ho, rended crows sunder zeroes
and a liar underwaters
a slander mum with libelled tears
and mental guns
shoot ashen lungs with radio fears

eyes will cum aside a granite hero
and a glass of drums
must send the disant past to sleep
and, la la o-la, a wagon in blue meat
hisses for moggies and growl rodeos

and romantics star-strum red heat

*
pickers of pinky pets peer across mind-parapets
oo riders of easy nests
rampage across desks
and a dippy shore sunders eyes with bread necks
and a dizzy liar
lays waste to spleen-truths
and a cosmic deacon sunders tribes

pickers of pinky pets peer across heartless wrecks
oo riders under wrecks
peck for pepper as peeing golden rolled old age
scarries aside blown tart
and a final fan fishes for carp
and a venal jam jazzes after carts

oo as renal bald boys brag for dirt-duty then eyes
may well fall across big-bands
and a coated clashed big-bang has to abuse eyes
with soddenising berry drams
oo pickers of pulleyed parambulators dig for
easy spies whose sirens die
aside binoculars and chives

peckers of pinky pests leer across fatal carpets
and weariers will supper for handled bled-kecks
and sharpeners of fazers
fax a deadly phone-razor
and forgotten fax-machines give head to flavoured
digital radio towers

*
Copyright JDB 12/02/2022.

work-in-progress title: o while meaty macadam men whisk stations inside sweet eyes
first draft poem then poem-song

o while meaty macadam men whisk stations inside sweet eyes, a delver of darkness may well shoot red tides
La, a dialler of mod madams hiss; and vulgan dreamers reap wives
o while meaty macadam men piss for natrons a digger of ties will vinegarise sadness when cells shoot Leda; O!
a fatalism of modems will caress war; and the flavas of killers will writhe
o while meaty meteors spin for petrol weekenders must sirenise bellers with sugar scythes

these are the natural dissemblers of heaven and hell; O, these are the mind-moans that cut brains with spies
O, sindlers, fused, assemble canine strickeners from dells; and here there are sloanes who shut-up sweet scribes
O, spiders, fugued, assemble demure gossamers from Hell; and here there are drones who shut-up meat-hives
O, a draggler of crossed candlers will hereby modernise red wells with accidental bones
and, la, the eaten sides of panters will become sweet as fucked lives and hedonisers must caress cold stone

*
o while dizzy easy mazy mason-men hiss for plectrums, a delver of sadness may well shoot under red eye
La, a reviler of soft leaden hashed men becomes salted
La, a deviser of fairy wasps lash chickens to drums
La, a defiler of eerie lofts crashdown across a city of grey mums; and fatalisers, assaulted, become wide where
diggers of doomed dirt-deniers may get crisscrossed
O, while dizzy easy mazy capon-gems kiss erections, a weaver of madness may well shoot under bled slides

and these are the feral ferine god-days where we reach out after fevers and the cells in boots shudder and wives
get tissuing cars from seagulls; and ghosters of tears outstretch fathers while wide kids with soups dam drives
La, where lemon ochres use skulls for coasters, a natal naveller layers dials with red pig
and, o, these arrowed days that surrender meadows to fotal pee-pearlers rile kids with robotics; and pig cries
and, o, these fallowed days that surrender de gallows to stables smile for spare-ribs

Uh, a metaller of meadowers must summer-grind wintry dreamers from autumnal spring-clothes will write for a
deifier of petals; and shadowers of lust sunders easy screamers who accidentally wring a rose as city street-cars
ignite benders of sweet seasands
Uh, a meddler of meadowers must finger-wind weepy ripplers from oddities in ringed ploves; O, we will eat cars
O, we will cunt-caress fellowers with ginger-skins
and, when devils dress, tallowers with river-limbs must set alight to pluperfect candle-winds

*
the devisers of moths and fairy thumbs hereby must become as easy to capture as a dead gal on red knees
o, revisers of cloths will sunder guns with families
o, deprivers in lofts will sunder sons with mammaries; and, la, we will stun mums with gaga while dead bees
get stinging stella hillsides; and lumberers of memories ram Mars down drills
o, devisers of moths and dairy guns hereby must become as easy to finger a dead skull on its bone-tree
and, la, as riders arrive to reap suns, we must bedumb fizzers while slime-lime stiffens for stoned cavvies

huh, petrollers inside glasses get specked with rumblas and baiters of mind-grime weakens whored babbies
huh, peddlers in thunder-arses get chicked; and a sunderer of dilators ooze crimes aside mauled eye-doobies
huh, a mentaliser whose faces get decked must hereby wallow for dictators whose bed-scribe nooses diaries
will, once a swiper of screw-shoes kills, become shacklered to red wards
and, oo, we will drink coffee off the walls
and, oo, we will sink coffins under malls; and eyers of romantics must shield beds beneath caterwaulled Ladies

*
the terrorisers of dead days and loud nights hereby sodomise wakers with easy gunners; and, o, grey rubies
must winter-slant red graves with shrouds while easy baiters of snakers rid dizzy mummas with fast boobies
O, swillers, star-fed, laves pig with crowds while dizzy drapers cut sneekers from pissy ramblas; and de bodies
hereby come rendering plague to fig; and clouds smile and Makers shut beavers while cunted seasand movies
become all too heart-scented with sweet rib; and environs under eves and adams collonise spunks with rabies
and, oo, a deadener of dinted kids sweep squid while dreary broomers become entering monks with brandies

the terrorisers of dead days and loud lights hereby sodomise wakers with easy wankers; and, o, grey goofies
must summer-slant lays with mouths; and familials use old squires to prick mazy shacklers with easy rubies; and
O, trillers under plants plays with spouts and rippers of gold spires get picklered by bladers of cheesy movies; and
O, riders under cunts cause kiddlers to shout out for dapplers of burnt sweet tyres
O, biters thunderise monkeys as tawsed ripeners rout warfs with cuppas; and teasy sweet-teas eat pyres
and this humungous emptier of glass spirals across drouths

Ugh

*
these statues found out in the yard must surely sanctify bedders with dragglers; O, granite petrels must use fires
to thunderise lost bread-helmets with fusing families
O, easers of de crisscrossed use grids to grind memories around soft stars that lead pelmets to musky soft spires
and, once along a mod-mind, nooses rid bruises of melody while holy darkness feeds hermits to weepy bad pyres
O, easers of de crisscrosssed use digs to grind sculleries adown stella-cars
and, lo, we will entertain red burstives with mind-butcheries while taloners seen on plane Mars will rope lost scars with
daddy-romantics whose blood-nurses grip to renal-bakeries; and evil wagoners dream of rivers when seasands rid carps
of fishy young fanny; and barblers curse lip from vernal factories

and statues found in back gardens must surely sanctify de masted Venus whose pastellers sink crayons into granaries
ah, and we will sound dirt for sirens when sacrificical mindists come casting cruelty aside flamingo; and old monkeries
become, once car-crossed, as easy to beat as a waxen mammary mind-miked deadly nunneries; and shoalers for babbies
must hereby supper after loss while a radio rocket in the moon must sink salt-candles inside a goosed arse
ah, and we will sound hurt for garlands must surely deifiy de masted pinnace of malt-cables; O, we will use glass to
extemporise dummies with milk-squirts
ah, and we will sound skirt for marzipan as creamers carry conical tit-cups to waltzers and evil fun funerals
and, luh, when a gassy gouger of dirty hands arouses curries then cracks mush

Oh mallowers of trickly fast fires get denuded by asylum-tendrils; and hickory-dickory ductiles swell for crusts
Oh dellowers of prickly fawn-fires get deluded from denying angels; and ancient laundaries will swell after cusks
and, once across dicky pig-prawn, pets get sweated under bellowers of atomic bolangeries; and a casino-suck must
snippet for de Cross while demanders in pecks cum under less receivers of bionics and bivouacs of pure hair-husks
and, oo, we have melted into weepies eternally
and, oo, we have melted; and a crabberlockering exothermic family will send dazzly melody to Gods; and halo-dusks
become damaging evil patented whiteness while radio India interfuses rills with radio Africa; and chapels in blue musks
impregnate darkeners with pulsing honeys

and, sss, we will serenade cool togetherness with shining lovely licked Suzanna; and we sing Hosanna as we busk for
eternal human-peace; and, O, livid sea-slams rid pig of evil xenophobics
and, sss, we will serenade heavenly easter-xmas; and we will see within asexual acrobatics a new sunrise inside de Lord.
and, la-la-la, illers who murderise a stem of pincers become, steeled, as spind in candles as a birthday raised from swards
and, oo, this stella guise will wave-guide colonies of cock-gums across swingers of saddles; and pluperfections uses crypts
to venomise the fish-shaken wept years that modernise retrogressions with deluvias
la-la-la, piggers who fragment into bakes must cordon deckers with rubbishers when deceivers in budders stink for tits

and, lo, sweeteners of aged eye-gauze will whistle and a sea-shampooer must enkettle honey drugs; and idlers in hot-trips
become denuded by easterly wiflings that shave bullers to the utmost town of crushers; and fatalisms will suck hot-licks

Eh?..

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 happy face where wet shoes
Wrangle after socked feet
O
The purpose of hooked death is to refine
Odd portraits of swingers
& old bookers stock tureens
& we will find plums in latrines?

*
Wicked films of flava dig for sexy diamond
O easy kilns
Cook visual pots & a sea of sirens
Rings a tocsin bell.

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

& we have come again to a toppler
& we have heard again
Radio sadness; -
.
The purpose of people is to
Form felons from dying view.
.

*
Cinematic gardens let hissers thru love’s gates
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 boys where
Eyelids sleep in a hot chair
& the wives of aired lairs share Iris-tares

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.

*
i encroach aside a lopped mind, Oh
i star-soak a smelly wife as old roads
dam dizzy heat
& cracklers under sleep suck toads
& a bench of meat
blade-blanches bods of rolled souls.

romantic raisins snap stalled wheat
o seated summers
shop frayed winters, & bellers
sop a greasy father of grey tellers.

a blancher of a bed-boom bags
cold geekers of mailing porn-crags
& a ball in a bloom
buttons beaters under the moon,

o i reproach on lues as canaries
shoot a kingdom dead...cannaries
create tinned flowers,
& a bast of blood brags hours,
& an owler heeds rude silence?
uh

the sorted sadness of sued softness
bedazzles us; & we play dead.
./
...
*
when a coppice grate grips to grey stone
then a bud of ice
reiterates a gilly drome
la a baby under christs hits a king-sloane
& a bast of lice
laps a cocked meat-heart
.,.
o a doggy hour walks the dead when
atomic leeches sleep under wine
&, sun-spread, a dolly paper-mind
exposes habits to farts..

i will sympathise with hissed ice
ah i will centre death where cold brine
bodies a penis-flower
& we say Amen to drunken dice
& we play for utmost power?

eyes burn to death when a dilly life
goes too blind for words
& we are burned bully birds...

*
and when once twitted teasers toss off then
widening woolmen wed wives with women's
cold sloane
oo- as a pussy in a plume peals pearls then
old fazers fall for sex-Phoned cunny cut-men
ah
as i am lazy the lynxes lead lions to men and
eyes piss fast cars
and an anal firebrand feeds sex to sandy
armpits
sssssssssssssssss
my baby's brain breaks beads as bees shift
scytheward
..
*
ah
as my penis pulls pled ponies then rats ride
skullward
and me and baby brazier bake scrolls for eyed
seashaking birds
La
when once rats raid plaits then gals are sized
and me and bakers break beds, and sex is
devised from hillmen and shrilling soft piss
and lousy lice leap lions as lives kiss
eyeless fizz
Ah
and my penis peals plums as peeing old lives
lead cocks to tiny beehives
O
a baby binds beds to bones a blinded soap that
salves sex with cunts and old foamed bones..

uhhh

*
"The western man, with one lung gone,
Cannot mount a clotheshorse without bleeding."

*
Copyright 13/02/2022.

work-in-progress title: these are the dullard days that sail sex on fresh waters
first draft poem then poem-song

these are the dullard days that sail sex on fresh waters; O, these are the venereal tides of lost daughters
O, as wedded sky-claves cap nails then a forcibly heated heart-leash will cascade across easy doctors
O, as breaded eye-trades crap for blinded reasons then seated head-trees will avalanche aside lost mothers
and, la la, moteliers whose sex-shirt glistens will get snapt;
and, o-la, hoteliers whose swung skirt listens must surrender masks to head-rats; and evil brides must smother
all poo-pasted chidden dead ravens
and, oo, shoers will trample red raisins.

these are the dullard days that rail after sticks and proctors; O, these are de venereal skies that feed mummas
O, as bedded feathered screw-graves become rented to coarsers will cunt-hunt for wifelings; and grey dadas
will, once spired, sever bruisers from lady-cums
O, a nakedness of swollen kitchens gets hoisting human cookers from fitted female marblers; and dead fevers
must hit to a dread beat where sirens must cane lungs

*
these are the mallard days that wail across serial murders; and, la, we will weevilise statues with feathers; and
oo, where granular egits shape mongs from seagulls will hereby send trees under ladels; and gingery seasands
must, made ocular, appear veinous as a heaving sun,
oo, where optics sea-sunder egg-drapes, a bender under guns will star-thrum after gentians and red islands
oo, where coptics bee-sunder queen-quakes, a render of drums will car-lunge aside vamooners; and lost mums
get wintry while all holy daemons become clothed in Tuttering accursed darkness; and de curse of de Tut
minges after smilers

these are the mallard days that sail across funeral-murmers; and, ha, we will scent defectors with shit-cuts
O, we will serialise mammy fats while lousy ozzy kinkers ram cars hard;
O, we will sizzler for daddy cats; and amazing venal reapers ram plane Mars with splendid nutty poo-sucks
O, we will murderise whores with hammers
O, we will ravine-warf a god of kids with glamour; and the easily maimed must get Numbered

*
and these are the days of my milk-raids; O, these are the graveyards where i rented bods to lovers; O,
where fast faces flit, me and my lady gets slayed
and, once across a dead tree, me and babies get hurled from buntings aside archers of seeds and nudes
O, we shan't give up to dust as we never gave in to neon hoods
O, as cunters climb ole vagina hills, a paster of deniers has to hiss after muds while corbaners will spew
cold golded heavenly Saviours
O, we will react to headeners whose monkey-flava will appear pulverised
O, once across five minds, a five and twenty pastry UFO gets lammered by space-leaded fast aliens

and these are the days of my nut-raids; O, these are the tombyards where i scented luds to mothers; O,
where fast fingers flash, men and De Lady will intefuse chickers with hair; and rended suds scud for ceilings
and these are the clays of my slut-caves; O, these are the nittlers of skin-air
O, easers will summer-sleep
and, once all stunnas weep, rawled meadows will supper for pictures of prayers; and evil sabled beadings
get shimmied for father-deep; and, uh, damagers in peppers forge mixers from devillers and Satan-buildings
O, we must enshirt smelly meat-skirt
and, once aside pled hurt, wheaters inside sweet hurt, and dragglers for kickers will roast birded feelings

*
oricunded dying deadly parlatans must rock around beautiful jazzers; O, a sweetness of bands uses fearings
to succour dark Gods; and granular dusk clocks wastegrounds
and, when once dogs skate, icers of fat fingers will seal pasters with gabblers; O, a sweetening dude's earrings
must become sunderising snakers of fats and strimmers
O, once defamers die out, then wheaterers must made tender ashen whelks
O, once defamers cry out, then bustlerers inside glades get croning pelts with sizers of sky-pelts

oricund dying mazy parlatans must speak forever from the ground; O, a fleetness of prams use seizings to
scatter a wide woman of a garden across meat; and, la, when underground, a canner in trams will feed broods
to rifflers who shoot eaters stone-dead;
O, once defamers die, then painters seem abed; and we in the mummy-cloths are wound; and giddy glues use
a tremor of a wax-sky; and, uh, where dreams get spread
then, whilst silken, reminders of tears get sea-depleted with stella-deaths

oricunded weiring fucky parlatans must rock around bountiful cocoas; and a baker-butcher of scarlet feuds must
summon feinted dicky mouth-hands from cocks; and a vagina under ponchos will sink pissers under daddy-dusts

*
there was a laden leading lover in the field
there was a garden nearby the sun of tides
and a bed of fathers
fashioned dizzy skirts from endless lies
and men and women
swing, swing, swing, then die

eyes eat thru eyes
minds eat thru minds
the bodies of the dead swallow wine
eyes eat thru eyes
minds eat thru minds

there was a laden leering lover in the tides
there was a killing father inside
nice babies
and a sea of skin snaps a soap where brides
dream of rubies

eyes eat thru eyes
minds eat thru minds
the babies in closed arms suck on swine
and a bunch of spies
caress the killed

easy sassy saviours heat
soups and breads and body-heaps
uh uh uhhh

romantics under pistils grow
old greying beards
and a sea of tears tosses snow...

oricunded dying deadly parlatans must rock around beautiful jazzers; O, a sweetness of bands use fearings
to succour dark Gods; and granular dusk clocks wastegrounds
and, when once dogs skate, icers of fat fingers will seal pasters with gabblers; O, a sweetening dude's earrings
must become sunderising snakers of fats and strimmers
O, once defamers die out, then wheaterers must made tender ashen whelks
O, once defamers cry out, then bustlerers inside glades get croning pelts with sizers of sky-pelts

Uh, tiny marauders must heed a tiger coast whereby failures under honey appears spread aside mummifiers; O, cusps
become, here and now and forever, toast family with razzlers; O, when ashy cheshire cat-wives use deifiers
to grasp to crude ole-girls and their sexy bit of brown; O, when flashy mimesis cascades
then, oo, a forced slummers who shimmy in towns cums gafflers for plashers
Uh, teeny marauders must heed a ridered covener whose human seasands use pools for schizophonic crab-lasers
and rollering prisoners in sweet crusts are star-striped with avenuses of pasted pastry loo-shitters

and oricund weiring daffy spar-weed will get spind then fed to sharp spiders; and arachniders must suck de papers
and, la la, reapers of fluffy star-needs will get swingered for bedded heart-handlers;
and, la la, depleters of cafeterias get sneezed when cinemas aside leaded fart-fondlers become old as peppers

Ugh, where maritalisers shove speakers across a mute divorce a dappler of shooters warps waspers with seekers
Ugh, where canaries iron-clothe peepers with crisscrosses, a mapler of brutalers cosh pork with nazi-pooters
Ugh, where mammaries zion-close for leapers, a dracula of a penis-piper will blood off bedposts with chanters
Ugh, where sanctifiers scud for preachers a focular distractor of a pinnace-writer sucks a bay from vampyre-chortlers
Ugh, a feverer of bath-bud stores enlime a human bun with a body-nosferatu;
and, just for the pities of lad peter's cool death, an alpine christ-ripper has de Ilkley sides spreadeaglered

and oricund massive tonguing parlatans must speak forevermore from dead streets that delimit dirt with braddlers
and, la la, ovalers in benumbing city-jams gutterfy a buttery waste that summons from craps,
and, o-la, radioers in spined heated drams dramafy a butterfly suitcase; and ideal onions serve roasties to hagglers

Eh....? these hagglers of summer skins are carmine and flasherby for rectangles and endlessness; and dripplers
become stella-feuded across wintry lady-quims; and a facelessness uses confounders to scan tears for Hitlers
Eh....? these saline peppery peevers that rock for violin gives an ideal huntress the keyers to spheres and knickers
and, lo, trendlessness butters after peerers whilst sneeky screws of sneek-a-teats huff for lungs and evil Himlers
Eh?..there are indelible fast fascinating shim-movies that fragment from wide meats; and reelers of devils must picture
fallers of felon vulcanisers; and, oo, insignias of doobies must anoint gun-guides with remanders

Uhh

*
la i will cut a glazed rose down
ah as winter shuts, then our town
will disappear into
twinned blues of daylit crowns
& i received from you something which
would never sit me down?

ohh pursed lips at love's receiver tip
a chestnut whore with a fag-fix
& a bed of wynds cuttles
coves of corpus christie- ah, trips
will surely end?

dour mental men who mend hens
don the urbane juices of
a classed city whose faithless lens
extends cauls from the bodies
& we lean into the lamplight when
bald booers bag
saucy iris-sea-crags...

from beneath a duel earth, i
suck a nut & face in to a lie,
& liars curl
into a clever call?......

*
The innermost fire of a wishing-well
delves salt for river seed
o, a donny dreamer hitches her sleeved
sylvan swathes
& a coddy killer girl jacks faces when
old stones listen to cathedrals.

if first it was malice which sent men
spiralling down a flower
then it will seem to Alice that power
corrodes inside a bent gun?
....
when idiot leads burn a town
then shirted darlings will crown
body bays with hired horse-hung
baby fats..

the cats in the flours are mine
, & a diesel castler cuts whined
neddy meadow warmers.

i have knived against my dreams
when laces of disfigured canteens
& pissy men of losel men dine
in hot walled neon darkness..

overladen, i watch sex curve
up, where jabbers of sadness
pocket willows & die for birds

o does heaven dig for dweebs?

*
& 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 issue 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 house
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

& i will lay thee down in a cuckoo cage.
~
*
"The Westend Man, with one lung gone,
Cannot mount a clotheshorse without bleeding."

*
16/02/2022.

work-in-progress title: these are the dummy days where we lay down aside blue powders
1st draft pome then poem-song

these are the dummy days where we lay down aside blue powders
O, these are the puny scripts about defectors to eyes; and crowders
become star-painted while devisers shout
and, la, a room of grass hisses where a sea of mouths will chew deriders
and, la, a tomb of glass kisses sweet hair

these are the dummy days where we lay down aside green chowders
O, these are de moony lips that lean for sound; and a bed under chairs
appears inflaming; and the swift sides of women resound
and, la la, weavers of ribbands slide after kitchens while
daughters last seen in sadness washes fevers with fotal sundials

*
these are the dummy days where we lay down aside holy tigers; Oh,
where faces crisscross, then clay-cold tears drown; and, O, a sea of oaths
becomes trammelled; and old age uses years for towns
La, the beauteous bellers who ring sages must hammer songs to clowns
La, the insidious fathers to dudes feeds rages

these are the dummy days where we lay down inside holy riders; Oh, skin
gets pork-pierced while mad hares bound for de outside while codas spin
directly across ladeners of sad bears
La, the punny scripts of the great will sermonise chairs while capers swim
directly across daffy armpits

*
these are the jonquil days where i lay sweet toffees now; and these are red coals
and, lahh, a mazy molder of fear layers meats with cows
O, we must never lose touch of killers as we may never murder foals; O, crowds
become mental; and, ooo, a facer in grass gets eagerly gutted
O, a fatalism renders ooze as bedragglered for pets; and a keen rat must arouse
heralders of mentalisms with gaspers

these are the jonquil days where i lay sweet coffees now; and these are bled bowls
and, lahh, we crazy modeller for spheres metes bananas to rams and aged souls
appear rented to lazy murderers
O, we become gutted while sex becomes nutted; and a milk-raid uses rapists
to sermonise stars with wiles
and, lahh, we will see arise baby-bile as veinous lady smiles grasp to exits

*
oo, greasy dizzy sky-trades appear surrendered to de Boys while coded cold men
stem blind gob-blood; and, la, fears get suspended from toys
oo, greasy dizzy mind-maids appear surrendered to de joys of smiles while women
become stapled to histories
oo, as queasy painted saints suck for ivies then bolters of memories must summon
a demure and infectious panter whose deep thick eyes will use families for gardens

and these are the tulip days when nectarous hirelings rend stools from red ravens
oo, where opened streets play dirty, we will extemporise shitters with green parents
and these are daffodils seen under skirty wiflings
oo, a soft lost invisible dream sunder shirty buildings will get sent to ceilings
and we will dance for impassabilities while suckerings messes tents with sea-wings

and, lahhh, once along a shrilling mind-mine, diggers mine for false cold coke-swings
and, lahh, weavers who shun deceivings will come feeding horses to jived jazz-wings
and, oo, we will adore repletive sweet jazz
and, lahhh, we must fight blue ermine until the utmost fatal end; and death cuts rings
Uh, a mover of midnights use vermin for cases; and ivories with holy ebonies sting
elderberries with sweet love; and a human sky of faces causes xenophobic bee-stings
to supper for the knives and forks of an ingenious unearthly mad-mind

oo, greasy gobleted spy-slaves appear death-murdered; and de pig on de poolsides
will command, once dried, a serial skittler of sex-murder; and de fix by de poolsides
become sheeting dune-decrials aside writers of death-finger; and de pricks under rides
will demand, once scried, venereal trippers of dickers; and ole vagina mumma uses minds
to signify darlings with mazy hazy gashy winkle-kickers
oo, greasy gobleted head-trades appear text-watered as sex-pamphlets snip pricklers
and, once along a seed-bed, layers with tears slaughterers grasped to pipper tricklers
and, uh, the instantly mirror-killed must sear welsh daisies with VD-coots

and, lahh, a purpler in a swift stella parade will circumsize deniers with bobby fungus
and, lahh, a myrtler in a stiff stella-blade will circumsize defilers with Ladeners; O, Remus
gets choke-fed to Romulus while a mirror-maze must devise gal-prisoners for a priestess
and, lahh, we scatter sperm suitors where a scutterer of wives ball-pizzas for a priest of sex
and, oo, as this wide world appears in de fires a leader of lies must lend spun sins to fungus
and a woollen craver, girled, seems fed to fun funerals?

Uh weepies of fisher-boys fantail for a nuclear brawl; Oh, a dirt-suite that feeds Aprils must
lunacize deprivers with devil sails; and a market in a field yields hurt to honey-leads when dust
comes rippling beneath blue blamed rivals; and a titterer, sealed, spurts monkey when dusk
gets shrillered across life-meat; and, oo, a devourer of eye-pissers squirts juicy hens from pus
Uh weepies of fisher-boys encockle whelking sea-streams with fatalisms and daddy rust; and O,
when a draggler of body-beer pees pure decorous brut urine a daffler to islands will cunt-clam
doggers of dirty moon-weirs with acid pints and twixy twirly furly girly kitty whipper life-bans

Eh? whence a hallowed penile harness rips cunters from copper wind, a plasterer in christ-crams
winnows, here and now, across varnishers of zip-lip; and a helio magnesium mumbler must
swash a liqueous farmer from Los; and issuers of slit-tips cum pulling planets from suck-scram
Eh? whence a hallowed renal harness gets sea-munched, then a cul-de-sac in a bruised star-truss
must, once brained, force vans to van keen deadenders with a daemon of illusives; and busts
get busted under stout where a dillyer of a curtain swipes blinds from darkeners; and, cuffed,
builders of thunder will forever shout

aloud!!

*
ideal easy idiots pay for pleb-power
and, la, easy ingots cry
and, la, pissy star-lots scry for flour
and we bake a cake inside cold sky
and de regal cortal hour
lays for waste when greenies ride
from Andromeda
and an ideal easy street car glids
against tides where grey flava
listens to greying momma

O bound skin sheds slicers from
spooners of sex when easy lungs
sink a crab-shadow inside guns
and deadeners of plastics stun a
daisy train where chainy feathers
fellow suns with wine; and leathers

drop dead; and old seasons roll
just like murdered windows; and soul

dies

*
oo i remember being born with a spastic spoon in my hands
oo i recollect dreams being rigged
with dirty boys whose mitching sands
sailed off to comic bands
and the isles of March glow like a glowworm blows
oo, ideal eaters of marzipan
dollops cakes aside reapers

oo i remember where birth came sundering dead crows
oo i recollect my screams being
seasoned with buds and vermin; and i digest screeing
baby bunkings
and, uh, eyes burn
and, uh, minds turns
aside rose-perms; and waxy long ladies fingers will
fasten ropes to scared ferns

and, gun-grounded, idioms of felne fishermen will
most certainly collide dogs with lost atoms
and, la la, atomic star-cogs shine from as mad hill
and easers of bubonic gods
suffer a loud mind where mental dizzy mods thrill
.
oo i recollcect being born as i remember hot dills
dropped seed aside a dropped tank; and old mills
come heating cunt-chafe; O, head-killers will hiss
and dunny gals will cry, cry, cry;

*
these rented frantic days that punish me with humans
here and now, veined, cuttle after a dead swarm
made old and idle as rider against dogs and porn
and podgy men who rifle under gods
here and now, maimed, cuttle after fierce red Love
and a soaper of daddied buds
fall from failing trees when de forests in a factory
arise, arise

oo I have seen a mental cross made from fancies
oo i have entertained christening graves
and, as i sleep, then i will surely tread old water
because, bulbed, old water listens to burny clouds

these rented frantic days when instamatic castles
crusade for meths and the dart of Pan
soddenise melters with handled harted marzipan,
and the riders of the East
swallow liars; and a sister to the Beast uses grease
to comb trans fats into thinned air
and bodyers of cats spin as tailed hair
smashes?

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

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

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

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

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

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

*
the tickers of a dabbled red radio
cum sliding into sleep
o riders of a cudgled bed reap
rodeos from salt and honeys
and, rosey, a driller for meat
dollops old ice

the eyelids tell the blind times
and devils blind the deaf?

*
riders of lost bethlehem don christ's crow
o liars under loss
layer sex with a sundering blue cross
and a statue of pure meat
rocks, and ideal summers swallow sleep

tricklers of gloom raise a roman from a
diver after salts and creams.

*
ah as ashen sappered oddities uses sex to
siren after lime
then we learn of fiddling death-minds
ah as waxen waners wander, then blues
cum rocking, just like the sun;
and the midday sun has just begun?

waders of mind-play have to sunder
funereal men and easy flowing thunder.

*
the eyers of slain sewers abuse a ship with a mit
o riders of maimed bruisers
damage hands then reel,
and carapaces, burned, accuse easy lit mind-lit
and old suitcases, spurned, abuse eye-shits
and, carapaced, a turtle-turning rat has hits for
jazzy mien and burials.

riders on red corn carry marital faces where
deadeners leap from a dyed chair
la la, eynes sleep when spied prayer snares
daddy dusts and evil ridges,
and, lo, we arise from sand as deaths snore.

*
unfinished.

*
Copyright JDB 17/02/2022.

work-in-progress title: the farmers of decrial hereby use a stella hand for the moon
first draft pome then poem-song

the farmers of decrial hereby use a stella hand for the moon; and, la, as minds float by, goats
appear, here and now, as a dipresser of seasand
O, a god up a sleeve comes sirenising boats with pug pig while pulers of wines dream for rivers
and, la la, we must fight for the drooling
and, la la, we must climb acrosss dreaming; and we will flail as we smile

the farmers of defiance use a stella van for sweet afternoons; and, la, when crime chokes, stoats
appear, here and now, a dilator of penny sweets and starved wounds
O, a goddess, once crossed, gets led to petrol enemies
O, a sirened grey box, once tossed, gets fed to gasolenes; and, oo, we will drop
dead; and as we cut loss we get led to trampolines

*
the farmers of denial hereby use a starry hand for a tomb; and, la, as gizzards grind, grey soap
appears, here and now, as a dispenser of woman
O, as granular statues crow for glass, then children, swooned, will surely lead dirt to ravens
O, red embalmers of families cause honeyers to sunder gloom; and, la, as pizzas wind, gardens
become fascinated by dollies

the farmers of denial hereby use a bleeder for a broom; and, la, as penis unwinds, fast soups
will, while entertainers turn, extend harridans across runes; and, la, as fannies grind, stone soups
will for always become as red as the true sun
O, ochres under lemons seep for rum-citrus; and the lost moon will cry forever now

*
the farmers of menswear swear eternally: o, a sundial on a sail gets sunken while ashes under clouds
easers drabblers aside skirters; and, o, once across a smile, a vinegar diamond forcred me to crowd
all hallways with brides
Uh, farmers of child's wear feed evil memories; La, where a whelk-wasp stings towns, a sea of shrouds
become moon-minded while blurters of sexed armies share a silk-cross with winged clowns; and spouts
may well detail about a blue catch and a cat filled with rain
Uh, farmers of nudities come harvested by rats as easy bat-cats become killed aside champagne,
and, o-laa, we will weevilise guns with wonderful gaps where prettiness burns under chickeners; O, veins
will most certainly fragmentise; and, once thrummed, we will spy-harness ferns aside fled knickers
and, o-la, deadeners of devils must use lost lovers for sweet ill

uhhh

*
what with easter-xmas mammories, we will abuse de hemmed until sex drowns; O, carded devil-drains
appear fractious where exothermy drills after puce; and a bladder on a stage gets self-crowned while trains
appear stationing actors where bended pony-pillars use easers of gaga to raise pets from diners inside brains
O, we may well sanction cut-blood
O, we may well sirenise cupped muds; and, oo, once along a killer, lady manna forced flues to cover love
with sex acritudes; O, we will regify a red-ended house-gun while horsers in hangers ennoose fathered Gods
and a dipper under boozies come to deify rented mouse-bended ferine fatty rattlers whose musical sea-stain
must, once crissed with a kissed gob, become buttery
O, we may well ashenise pig with pugglers; and, laa, here and now, today's vamped wizard must entertain
dizzy dusks with flaxenisers of ribby back-baconed fryers;
and, sss, a dreamy pawn-pleb oozes slackeners
and, sss, a germolena of porny star-fuses becomes ravished around sweeteners of toy brides; and old pain
will have to dine for suppers

*
one of us is a sister slaved under cork and apple-skin

and never do we dream of the eyes of a life, and bread
needles a fast famine underwatered inside bright sin

one of us is a sister slaved under pork and maple-skin

what if our lives were put about the sun? O, what
if the evenings of hollowed water shot Sainted lots?

but you shall never basket apes and we will stop

both dead and alone?

*
i sensed my godless grassed tongue eating for death.
when i told my dreams to ride then sleep stopped sex
i felt my veins digging under gulls
- Man's hand falls when a shiver of skulls raps
a coda aside naked budders

when i told you i could only wish for more then you
then i found tooled gold and lammered after blue
raised blood & blood has sweat for its sea

i sensed my godless masked tongue eating under
bound blueberries and naked brothered powder
..
o i saw as i lay dying the unbroken sees
i saw the killed where a baby inside chowders

swallows

*
& we shall leave nothing but red factories
& our life will squat under cemeteries

the gunfire next door rocks and shudders
when the dawn is filled & left to lovers

echoes heard just next-year will mother
the teeming troops that are certain to come
..
o it may well happen again - this love
i can always believe in
when our storm fills with suggestive flavour
and the ancient car breaks, just like a heart
.
when evening falls, like a blurred heap,
a man may well have to lose his wage
and schoolyards appear dropped underneath
impassable blue fields where faces age

entirely...

*
the nameless candles of your eyes
Of your nude
star-stained dreaming of your hands
which when it isn't malt wants ruin
To come to and
to settle down
on a hot blank cheek where skin
reaches into each and every pore

we open and close a necktie
and the colour of baby suzanne
has a fish for her hay-cheek
all fished, all kissed
under bright ladders
in the filimic sun of your white laughing face
..
O

*
these girls of sin
we shall not eat..

*
the farmers of skin-scrapes get rudely abused by flooded rape-seed; o, as fielder found underneath manes
appear blithely mallowed when pets appeared smoothed
O, dirtyers, scrammed, launch petrels aside blue tears while deifactors in stools get wept across bled veins
O, defamers, crammed, lunch for petrol and widenisers of bile come solar-painting tweezers with red brains
O, familial harvests become corn-lynched with caverners of wild cum
and, as stars row by, five illegal men in a boat of sizzlers hereby sucker mummas with oceanic head-gums

the farmers of sin-scapes get rudely injetcted with poet trees that collapse as they growl; and tissue-tongues
become fastening to grey jet; and lewdishess, gripped, summons tat from relapsive soul; and missioners munch
directly across watchers whose starry moonish Mars-micks fasten delighters to pulleyers of awoken bee-crunch
and, sss, this sidler who knows truth has to drearily assault brooms with incesters
and, sss, this idler who owns truth has to eerily heart-vault rooms; and easy wavelers will always catch fire
and, sss, this day sees in Hero the hermione who leads salt to dunes

*
one of the suns is shaped from midnights but will not
scatter a dark moon-mind,
and the summer dreams of eyes come out for mice,
and the needle-lights of five million hens
sets a north-ship tossing a coin upon five seas

Thus, in the maundering morning of a sinless day,
Jack and his wife set sail for a north-south grave...

one of the suns is shaped from midnights but cannot
spiral from the stars of heaven's tears..

immense slashed eyes wash away a correspondence with
old rollered eyes that rain away a footpath under kids
,
O.

*
the moon has a little goat for
dawn-break
birds drip like trees as swards
fill a sky with cold sails

*
where miraculous sunday teas appear sweated to near death, a flagrant body statue may well fuse bees to briars
La, we wil use grey ridiculous beads for venters of drear sex;
and, uh, once along a mind, a slower of a five and twenty moon-set gets glazing adown pastries; and grey spires
appear devil-tithed; and a five and empty human century must supper for desks while a vagrant seen in burnt tyres
get, once cased in Ides, fashioned from porn-canaries
and, La, we will sink into hot milk weepies that transfix mammaries with a nosferatu of a blood-bred missionary
and. La, we will stink while a ripped huntress suffers romantics from fig-pig

Uh. Miraculous delimiters of pipped witnesses to de Mother will delve after plug-rigs; and, luh, we will use daffies
to sweep a plurile scarcecrow road with a disappearing eagle-boom
and these swift words i will use for human toads whose squelcher of a sweet-spoon gets laughing for smack-rhuem
Ohhh perpendicular birdy brills are overly fond of broken beaks
Ohhh eerie spiney cashed pipers are overly fond of choker-peaks; and, la, a ladener to a female promise hisses for
triangular cavvy hirers of strippers; and, sss, an overworldly doomsome cannery meshes budgies aside milk-walls
Uhhhh and we sleep where we whine as we render soddy kiddy pimplers whose cherrying ivories ride a nut-shawl

La. La, La: a flaxen peering plexiglass crops refractive light meats from skeletal taping eating blanched growl-radio
and i have seen de son of Pan come scattering inflective night meats across skeletal razoing bunched growl-rodeos
and, sss, when five and twenty pasty pastry IFOs become fed to saint Pete, then wagglers of salmon-pink meadows
appear deafenising; and, Ohhh, a tasty girly sex-floe gets flaggering across sleepers

Eh? Eh? I say: 'wot?. and, once below some swine, a keen infant Lady swilled 12 pints of salmon curry and
later on in implausible times, she got brutally stabbed to instant death while crossing a midnight common; and sweepers
will, once specked, come sunderising shot glues while liqueous infant mess gets snarvelling for evil pedophilial killers
O, a bladed murder-flower appears softening while querulous apple-depths become laden with devillers of peepers
and, ahh, if i could only have my free times again, i would surely entertain contant sleep? And, we will kill skrittlers.
..and, underneath some sainted floorboards. i found some porn i had hidden many years ago; and i will fuck pictures

never ever ever ever again?

Cinematic gardens let hissers thru love’s gates
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 boys where
Eyelids sleep in a hot chair
& the wives of aired lairs share Iris-tares

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 mascara tars gems with crack?

*
*
ah
as my penis pulls pled ponies then rats ride
skullward
and me and baby brazier bake scrolls for eyed
seashaking birds
La
when once rats raid plaits then gals are sized
and me and bakers break beds, and sex is
devised from hillmen and shrilling soft piss
and lousy lice leap lions as lives kiss
eyeless fizz
Ah
and my penis peals plums as peeing old lives
lead cocks to tiny beehives
O
a baby binds beds to bones a blinded soap that
salves sex with cunts and old foamed bones..

uhhhhh....

*
"The Eastend Man, with one lung gone,
Cannot mount a clotheshores without bleeding?"

work-in-progress title: o the lilters of lazy lullaby men
1st draft pome then poem-song

o the lilters of lazy lullaby men go pushing weeblers under glass
o, where crazy wankers hum, a father to hissing steeplers will mask dust aside laundary;
and, la, a faceless moon gives lunacy to a sea of heads while riders under lies will stricken
all blue bones with tombs
and, la, denoters in runes become devoted to lovers while basketers, dried, sunder kitchens
o, the lilters of mazy lullaby gems go pushing weavers under masts
and, once below a mind, sweet hens must wear poultry Numbers while a sea under masks
appear serenaded by dead wheat-wine

la la la: these pickers of film-mixtures will renderise dramatisers with thrasonics while baths
appear, once groined, to shudder after rills; and tenderisers of pig will shoot styled calfs when
bakers of breast-butchers appear papered by dills while radio children shoot digital chicken
O, the pelters of hazy human pianos lead sky under meals
and, lo, when the dead care to speak, then the sudders of reels must carry de phoenix fiction
directly across soaped breads
and, ahh, weevilers, roped, must cry forever and ever

the scissorers of salted slut-men must surrender bedders to sea-guns while sweeteners, aside mills,
will, once descried, get shutdown; and de piggers in peddlers use stiles for ramblers; and grey frills
must, once despised, get gluttered; and de kiddlers in pestlers use bile for Numbers where grey gills
appear star-swollen
O, scissorers of malted cut-men must surrender teasers to bee-bums while riders of curs will send
a pickler of a puddy pussy-pie from dirt-resters whose bead-guns fuse dreamers under cold Men

O, the deciders of rapine missions get dalted with ooze; and a town at dark washes old women in
darters of fascinating red revolvers; and, oo, we will not groove and we will hever move until sin
appears soaked inside blenched devisers
and, la, a stationary bride becomes gutted while wideners in ripplers get shot by a living grey skin
and, ha ha, weepers who strum tears must style brighteners from tricklers will get spind
and, once crashed, bruisers, with fears, must rile degraders from gunnellers and elbowed winds

*
the darksome chasm found in a classroom may well sweeten phlegm with sallowers; and limbs
get deviling after fucked munitions; and a sky in shells get scented while fisheries force forced hymns
to sodomise a human font with de clever feathery ruddy Helesponts;
and, la, we must supper for fig while fevers, made empty, shave female junk; and a lover to bodies
will become, once speared, as clever as leathery pussy-plagues
O, we will suck along angled angels while gingery hussy-caves become shot inside assy arse-cavvies
and, uh, darksome chasms seen in god's staffroom gets hustlered across lung-rot
and, uh, as sweet cum gets reamed, then pasters of impossible pastries will don bummer wine; and daffies
will sea-spite a drowny knickery dog-spike
and, oo, we must feed dickory clock-kites across ole impassable pantries; and, oo, summery thieves hurry
defilers of derangers where lousy trains get triked

Eh..

*
o the lilters of mod masters get issuing beers from drams; O, a granular horse becomes laden
with meaty mistress minotaurs
and, once plagued, a sea of red whores become besotted to a magical pony-force; and Eden will
hereby collude with sex while the chanters under gilded heaters use tragedies to scale red hills
o, the lovers of god-pastures get tissuing beers from sand while drivers under deaths form daemons
from bedragglers of deniers and pet-pealings

o the deriders of cod-fishers become easy in cod-codes while whoring buildings flake skate-serums
and, la la, the bedded oats in fixtures become spind from diallers
and, la la, the shredded boats in pictures become spun from defilers while feinters of garlands swill
a human pint of mud;
and the magnetos inside buds must winter-maim fusers of guns from wiles and gentlemen; and drillls
appear flexed where widows end

atoned

*
the scishms, descried, get shutdown; and de piggers in peddlers use stiles for ramblers; and grey frills
must, once despised, get gluttered; and de kiddlers in pestlers use bile for Numbers where grey gills
appear star-swollen
O, scissorers of malted cut-men must surrender teasers to bee-bums while riders of curs will send
a pickler of a puddy pussy-pie from dirt-resters whose bead-guns fuse dreamers under cold Men

O, the deciders of rapine missions get dalted with booze; and a town at dark washes old-caged chippy women within
darters of fascinating pled-revolvers; and, oo, we will not groove and we will hever move until sindling moon-wind
appears soaked inside blenchy swarm-devisers
and, la, a stationary bride becomes mutted while wideners in ripplers get shot by a living grey-nodded human vinegar drippler
and, ha ha, streeters who strum city-tears must style brighteners from tricklersand, once bum-crashed, bruisers, without ears, must rile degraders from loud gunnellers and elbowing huge winds

Eh..

*
and, soaked, while sin slides by, an issuer of painted pangols becomes serialised with granite mice
and, roped, while skinscrapes writhe, a tissuer of feinted ladels gets terrorised by pig; and sweet christs
appear rented to smiles while deepeners of grey kissifers get into horned magic common guides; and midnights
will seem, both here and now, to exterminate bleeders with soft swarms
Ah, we must regularise as crowd now
Ah, we must suck from glass as a breaker of odd clouds gets insidiously sharpening dogs and bull-cows
and, wept from fuck, masters of damages get indolently paid to dirties of blithe dreamings; and motel-shrouds
will, here and forever loud, dress babby books under seekers of flirties;
Ah, we must regularise pont-clowns that dance for circuited hot-dog-popcorn children
Ah, we must dribble now for two beards
and, oo, a magister in a choked berry-beer whoops for vastness; and these livid word-nests murder missions

sirening after dickers, where starlight shines, a fotal dime-defuser of fatal foetuses comes shining like a world
o, once feeding chickers, once carved, grind cockerel cluckers that garnish beds with mums; and an easy girl-world
must, once reeling, fictionalise harvest-hinds with napplers of dead bats; and, oo, a lovely baby rat feeds god's cat-world
La, as a faraway fish factory crusades for wine then nipplers of hot rats may well titty-feed ladies to soft slease;
and, lo, as faraway children abuse deflamers for gammas a puler of paps become sectioning daddies with lost trees
Ah, as fatalist hisses for intractable stella murder
Ah, as mentalisers use fish-kisses, a kind kind of fuhrers get ramaging around blorted spin-wind; O, as burners heave for
daffodils seen poached in a pyre, me and my natal fingers wreck tissuers of vaunted spind pins; and baggers inside wards
summer-reach for comic rods

Ah, rolled parlatans shovel pasters of twenty billion beefy pastries has a tongue for a spade; and openers of city-gourdes
were once, directly down times, chocolate-fed with cidery cannaries that become weirdly human then bled unto bird-boars..
O, we will sup a milky miltonic eye-nut; and we will star-sister inflamers with mysterious misters who drink hats of whores
O, we will sup a silky bionic mind-gut; and we will heaven-asist sisterly dancer fig with a bed-dance where rattlered swards
must come back homeward from the wrecks on five shores
O, we will scurry for easy pneumatics; and painless human paws will sink claws underground where catteries heal fawns
and this five and empty world appears dumb

?..the excretia of a noon-day plane earth gutters under neon deriders; and, washed dry, waxen hair-ricks will seem formed
from outellers of buddy bowelers and the leadening fathers to deciduous Man
..and a knocking nut-flower seems dammed while histories of inciduous Ram necker for a bald-beavered fanny storm
and, la, whence roofies cross, a crisscrosser of files sink a wedding-cake where mooners cause riverers to cunt after pans;
O, here there are inumerate dizzy shakespearos who count from twelve billion of a musical minus one
O, here, when rockers sit astride gentian chair-yoyos, a riser of mums cut shiverers from magical studio anal; and Peter's plans
must extemporise a gaffy ingenious daddy rich whose godheaded urban cut makes everything inordinately well

always and eternally forever

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

and we scoop serryers of hotels from naked glasses
the tarring fishmen who parade down my vast road
cum riding kissers with porkers and drowning brogues
and a sister to a worm suppers for howling sea-rogues
and, la la, hissers under slappers
snap a horse-bed across loud leopard
and we wank for dross as we slacken seense with boats
and, ooo, a pusher of plangent paedophilia sinks oats
aside easy devil masturbators
the drillers of honey drains drag lukewarm asylums from
vaginal dizzy pavements that bleed Dom Daniel dry.
....

*
The innermost fire of a wishing-well
delves salt for river seed
o, a donny dreamer hitches her sleeved
sylvan swathes
& a coddy killer girl jacks faces when
old stones listen to cathedrals.

the cats in the flours are mine
, & a diesel castler cuts whined
neddy meadow warmers.

i have knived against my dreams
when laces of disfigured canteens
& pissy men of losel men dine
in hot walled neon darkness..

overladen, i watch sex curve
up, where jabbers of sadness
pocket willows & die for birds

o does heaven dig for dweebs?

*
the panickers whose tongues fear the spoken streets will hereby fashion blood-dust from micklers of oars under sea-wells
O, defamer under truths get seared while awoken meats get taping for mud-munitions and the rapings of the wars
O, decliners will, once goofed, carry marzipan to pleaters and, uh, what with the dirt spires of false Saint Peters
must crash across cunt where marriagers send gilded broods to curd
and, with twixed arms snared, a brewing fotus of a crossed bad boy comes chanting sugar mantra; and gals with bird
appears, both here and now, feeling for de crocus-circus;
and the head-hearted city shouts and we will over-learn and we shall have to study how to cry?

Uhhh.

*
" The hot red rose, with one lung gone,
Cannot mount a clotheshorse without bleeding?"

21/02/2022

work-in-progress title: while wide herbiage appears fed to spicy gluttons
first draft poem then poem-song

while wide herbiage appears fed to spicy gluttons, a tissuer of mad men get huffing cum; and, o, a soap-bath at sea
appeals to drowners while little villages come fallen from beams and swollen lungs
O, as faces drive back homeward, villas under suns become beaten under woven guns; and kissers inside rafts seize beads;
O, as spastic wives cry back for bled birds, a stranger to the wintry summertimes spits pearlers
and, uh, a mastic biddy bum-boy uses fags for his soaped arse; O, we must sea-strangle eyes, ears, throats while carers
get mysteriously struck-down by vascular melodies

the panickers whose tongues get ferine must shut a lip around a sweet memory; O, we must shout out aloud for families
O, and a fatwa to eardrums will invoke butterers from oven-pentacles; and, O, we will eat rubble as we crow for red mummies
and, Uh, we in these mummy-cloths are wound while daughers for testicles ram spermatozoas under trees
O, panickers whose daddies get sky-dinted must sup a sex pipette that sinks men-o-war aside thunder stung by cloud-bees
and, eh, once across maladies, shirted allergies whip anus; and minxers for child-warders get peppered by blooders
and, la, spastifiers of dromedaries must mount clotheshorses

and, o-la, the endlessness of sported poo-poo flowers heeds now the deadeners; and fascinators sunder flyed rodders

*
once above a mind, eyers made a searing link with cover-crowers; and, La, a luncher with de old stars will use rattlers
to sunderise gin-wine with racers inside ear-stink
O, a masoner to pig swigs devil-vines where a dasher for the dead cracks its teeth with snapped cheeks; and deniers will
ram down the dunes of grids;
and, once above a cosine, eyers made a seizing link with temporal radio; and, Uh, as we crisscross dun beaks we will
forever accuse defilers of crying for glazed heaving

once above a mind, riders made a sneeky peek across veilings; and de son of Woman must get jesus-hanged as hills
appear made false; and, O, we will don peekers from dribblings; and de child of Chickens get judas-crucified: La, buildings
become faint, just like a derelict human; and, sss, we will awake to de bruised wild
and, underneath panickers and subhumans, a rodeo of dillers must shake de Chickens from wrecks
and balded bladdering scheming old evil grandmas get shucked forevermore.

*
while wide herbiage hustlers for grey hearses; a widener of skies has entered into pussy pie and the shadowers of islands
must, once fed to blighty cunters, grope for purses
and, Uh, wetters in cemeteries soak wars under nude dead nurses; and, once we seem eyed, we will surely use hard hands to
fragmentise settlers of asia and africa; and ingenious blood americas will swirl some US stools within petrol;
and, la, a grasper of sweet pan-picklers hasten to a skirt-beat
O, we will centre pears for baked pippers while wideners, reaped, shut diallers with teary writers; and woders will sunder shoes

while wide grey herbage couplers after fast sauce; O, as wifflers send skies to tribes, a distant gun gets shot from girls who screw
with the very best of the pornosapphics;
Uh, the whistlers of cars seem blessed by prized horse; and, once statued, riders from pylon pig after de fig of holy mouthers
and the deadeners of wretched issue-boys erase mammy twine
and the reddeners of naked grey garbage get erased; and, La, we will fight a green grinder with salt, pepper and murderers

Eh.. parcellers of fumed porn-post loosens larders from empty anorexic human wide kitchens; and we will use grey duders
to wallop deep bellies with wreckers of sucked foisons; and enemies to bionics grind burn-ons with shaders of fierce cuppas
and, seen deeply down with dicklers, sodded prisons ram factories with felicities and mind goose-gum;
Eh.. parcellers of fumed storm-roosts siren for remanders who acede gaoler-grit to celled screwers
and, once above a time, my mind-piece got hovelled with dead sheep
and, once across our times, my heart-piece rotted for kidders and dementers

Uh the dinning crisscrossed funeral tocsin bell wells far up; and huge greased evil gentlemen who dine after ram's meat
have to soap-christen red-embers with fiery smell; and, pupped, vastness, fleeced, uses psoriasis for skin-laughter while sleep
bedazzles cuspers of dead resemblers of eyries and cream-cups
Uh the swimming pearlers of shit englands crush for bad screams when an internetted heart-slut plucks cardials from male nut
and here and now, the milk-raids silence mush where mad dreams must become fannied for depletive cunt-castles; and a slag-cut
gets whispering for glass-beheaded whimpererers;
and whirly wide-men become rubble-blended

forevermore... O, a gunner of minted dolly pictures will render brawls as sweet as the night's late fix; and, O, we will use dead sexes
to sudderise a bolter of lovers with squirted baby-pitchers; and, uh, utmost asexual sadness competes with polestars for burstives
O, once below a mind-mine, a keen lady girl, having swallowed twelve pints of salmon curry, got brutally stabbed to death
whilst, remanded till her whole family died
entirely out; and our sugar girls may well define those evil endless parks at midnight, wide opening to dangerous travellers.
And, o-la, a budger of bitter buttoners gets crescented; O, trendless villa-boys drag wild plebs aside ceilings; and star-ravellers
appear to ravel out into timed consoling spatial spacing time-craft;
and the toyers of doubt dreams for revolving tubs whilst heart-masts will supper after child-pegs

Eh? sequins of the rich smiles sort eyes from tears; and the pinioners of frillers huff comers for laden lovers while vacant crabbers
get burnt to silent death; Eh? sequins of the castlers sort noise from ears; and the positioners of dragglers sunder vile citied wrappers
and all eternally clever blackness heeds God for everybody; and, Uh, whistlers for moon-missioners sing for the amazing black of night;
Eh? sequins of diamonds sort sky from evil white years
ahh, once along a sweet gun, slavers of eagles enter freedoms aside eyries; and, Uh, caressers of sweet dark issuers marry midnights

Wot?

*
cortal carring flyways get sex-deceived by hairnets and green babies
la la, staring motorways appear death-relieved
and a draggler on a blind heath surrenders boys to mental leas where
a blue-bedded bobby arrests a lynx with illegal bees
O, once across a love nest, a lost larynx hustles after bled beads,
and a farmer in de West kisses a red vest
and an embalmer of Death hisses till kittens drool down fed breasts
la la la, i have swallowed coffee under de moon
la la la, i have gallowed after de bodies when a township's croon
appears darlinged with blind screens and melted city-dunes

as for sweet berries at the sides of a rose, may now red silence kiss
a gloated romantic with henna and hearsing hot horses; O, mad trips
have to star-hasten tie-dyers with fled soils and ideal imbeciles; and lips
come carrying carrion blocades to nuclear fingers
and, O, once we bury dames, then we curl gingers around deep ass
and, O, once we marry manes, then we preen after feline blow-glass

*
latrines serve wet cowards to madam marinas; and easy ice
gets crippling down the deaths of christs
and a magenta statue issues de cloth across a cracked helm,
and, oo, where a labile change gets spiked, then easy film
appears stricken with lappers of minxes and dizzy mind-lice

*
we weep as we use the park
we creep as we fuse the dark
we tap upon bones where a hireling in a huge chair
sweats for dear wild heaven;
and a magical child swerves under blue prisons
and a family world hits to a kind beat
..
lazy leopards hunt for hurt
mazy shepherds hunt for turps
and an easy lion leashes dogs to sugar skirts
and a dunny female guide
comes walloping genius as she rides from lives
ooo a laden ballerina
curls prayers aside mariners as shadow cries
feed good dinners to mad folks.

we reap as we sow
we sleep as we flow
oh, a crayon has a saint for a pet flamingo
we reap as we sow
we creep as we crow
oh, a crayon has a god for a fairy angel
and pinkers of plums stick sails up tongues
and sleepers use trains for pharoahs

the radiophonic riders of the far west cry
the quadrophonic briders of sweet death
carry mice to closet barrows
and, ah, a sweety of a son heals haloes
and, ah, a lady of a son heals heroes
and, ah, a baby boy, healed, loves yoyos

Ohhh.

*
raiders of rolly polley rainbows snot aside pigs where fay clothes
wash an aldebarren monkey inside a grotted sex-squid; and
dyed demon curves that write upon cottage nests lace sand with
curative canal purgatives that walllow where cock mire rids
foisners of barley harvests; O, a fairy piano plays inside grids
and men and massing anancees loll after dead steroes. Cribs
collar sneezing patrons to dolls where a levee inside blue bibs

rollock demnotic flavas to fierce sleep where daddy boys slide
aside my closed world where unearthly sheep net mess with eyes

*
and a baby in state
suppers for the forks and knives of a bibby mood; hate
suffers deniers when rummagers of tasted snoods get raped
by picklers of pockets and pulled tit-pianos

and this signal hour penetrates duked piss-pup as sleep
dragglers for twirling mental fetes
and this is a day for a grey mind-show
and showmen hereby sell tortoises to venal veined crows

eyers may well purr as we darken screened deceit
riders may well swell for weed as weeblers bum-bleat
rifflers, writhed, give holy head to cemented glue-gites.

*
oo- as a pussy in a plume peals pearls then
old fazers fall for sex-Phoned cunny cut-men
ah
as i am lazy the lynxes lead lions to men and
eyes piss fast cars
and an anal firebrand feeds sex to sandy
armpits
sssssssssssssssss
my baby's brain breaks beads as bees shift
scytheward
..
*
ah
as my penis pulls pled ponies then rats ride
skullward
and me and baby brazier bake scrolls for eyed
seashaking birds
La
when once rats raid plaits then gals are sized
and me and bakers break beds, and sex is
devised from hillmen and shrilling soft piss
and lousy lice leap lions as lives kiss
eyeless fizz
Ah
and my penis peals plums as peeing old lives
lead cocks to tiny beehives
O
a baby binds beds to bones a blinded soap that
salves sex with cunts and old foamed bones..

uhhhh

*
"The well-sexed hen, with one love gone,
Cannot mount a clotheshorse without screaming."

work-in-progress title: these are the maladies of our shrilled mental memories
first draft pome then poem-song

these are the maladies of our shrilled mental memories; ha, when malignant bosh has to ride blue weather,
O, where melodies suit allergies, a spatial moon-mummy has to shaft defilers
and, once along a mind, sweeteners inside facial star-dummies will hereby suck honey-pods away
La, as diffences in ochres appear scrapped, then sonar mad men must surrender monkeys to cold clays
and, oo, we must wander as we cry
and, oo, we must squander as we die; and mettlers in tithes must feed soft cabins to narrowers inside fevers

Eh? while demorous fatalists give head to glassrooms, we will surely segmentise a dud orange when fingers
appear fanny-flaunted; and, oo, where the sun at night pummelises memory, then mad ogre rages will slaughter
all greying termitic petals
and we will superise a sea of angels and we shall vavoom after vacuum cleaners; and, O, where people die, fathers
will forever sharpen dives with devils
and, oo, dated sex-desks get vile with baiters of CP blood-moon devisers;
and a soupy massively murdered schizophrenic child caresses yoyo mummas; and dead hair must cum ginger.

*
these are the maladies of our emptiness: and these are the midnight oaths that lead elementary clowns to water
O, while beds cross, a silencer of distances nooses guns with shot lovers
and, la la, a deviser of flowers must use old bees to sting waspish rotters with hornetted wives; and lost lovers
will, once lost, pull aside daemonisers from blue trees
O, while heads cross, a red writher hereby softens bone with scissors as a painter of sound-men hiss for clovers

these are the maladies of our endlessness: and these are the pincerers of sisters whose family misters use drovers
to sharpenise a sweet soft love-hour; and flashy gorgonelles will come to sink tawny fangs aside decorous droolers
and, o-la, where a head-mind tax-disk fistas for dizzy car-whiskers then a passioner of scans come burning for
belicose snares;
and a listless roasted sky-swan will become delusive; and hinders under ringers must cut gullies clear with scores
and a fistless coasted spy-swan will become convulsive; and sprinklers under piggers must
ride directly around a U-bend; and, what with shortcakes inside cisterns, we must flush silk-lips down loo-stores.

*
these are our most pursive of our funeral lives: O, we must sunderise caverns while casters of tips frown; and wholesome old whores
appear slantering; and we will pant for swiftness while cursives slumberise ravens; and glassers cum optic brown while peering bawds
become cuntering; and we will pant for deadliness while incursives don drakes
Hahh, once across a sidled hind, scenters must use idle smiles to discurse for fire-shapes; and a guller of a town must lead dawg to snakes
and, when once a lady climbs, a renter of lusts fuses evil smiles to pervert after apes; and a shoulder of a clown must feed mogs to snapes
Hahh, once across some devil-drive, penters of pointed red ponts come revolted by islands
La, and i will imagine that petal-prides renders love from grass-junk; and i have seen a sidler's head-spine hitting pumpkin till gourdes
shudder; and this wild whorl of a sad world rents bud to arse-spunk will forever shoot de river-sides

Uhh

*
our impulsive chaired music-men must surrender milkers to sweeteners while a pluperfect wintry brother pisses in a swift park: O, flavas
appear runted; and, once across gal-musks, a ripener under red killers will most certainly bury mothers where de bodies of de dark
surrender to midnight minds; and, o, as we dig for tappers then we use light-meats to tape wiveners with statuers of rubbies; and creators
will forever wish on a stone
and, swollen, a fished dish feeds plates to saline vinegars; and, oo, we must ignite a kissifer with cinema; and eyers will always blind dilators

our impulsive charred swung women must acede jazz-thumb to the fingers of Eden; and, la, as faces fib, a raider of deniers will use dollars
to pound a lazy diner with huge raisins; and we shall affix a rock-ram to a holy evening;
O, a smolderer whose easy fire-nights shaft sinners with lip has hereby stationed a juicy horse with a train-tower; and bumped cities will stir
reddeners of dudes into funny fascinating masturbative false sex-funerals
O, a radiographer must honeyise a crackler of easy bolts

and, la la, impulsive cadavers don deaths with vast carmine sapphic nosferatus; and wheat-reels force breakfasts to fail; and curving birds
centralise easy repulsive sex-crabbers with cuntings; and this wild world men slam must use eaten nose-rifles to wail
O, a venal statue found at sea muscles after screamings
O, a vernal statue found at sea enmussels fathered screenings;
and, lo, weevilers whose crowds eat de queen ant comes swerving up gold times;
and, oh, deceivers whose cloud fuses de kingfishers with guns will cum scattering vines across sex inside a sold mind

and a missioner of fishy fur-coats get gabled for hissers whose elderly baby appears assaulted by deaths; but deaths does not mind for
any dishy head of a vast body: Ah, a weaver whose sisters ooze hiney will force evil curves to die fast away
and, O-La, a prisoner of a dishy curd-coat appears here and now as easy to maim as a fallen bird;
and, oo, a distancer in red empery interfuses Hector with Andromeda; and the wideners of stolen perves must cry and cry forevermore

*
we know the route to the inner ear,-
hand in hand, we ran
through the houses of fog:-
it was remorse made us ride dogs,
o a great river was well known till
struck awfully dead.
./
do you know the man who sold dirty cards?
have you ever seen the slips of the city?
o will you come to me for mid-life..

*
as the summer dreams of eyes come back to life
fat needle-nights of fond felines drop a candle-christ

Thus, in the maundering morning of a sinless day,
Jack and his wife set sail for a north-south grave...

one of the suns is shaped from midnights but cannot
spiral from the stars of heaven's tears..

Here, made loud as dear, moggy hi-lites catch alight; O, defamers of sweet hair dollop combs across a raven-shaven head-pursed woman
Here, made loud as fear, fanned heart-mice burn all night; O, defamers of sweet air wallop skies across evil isobarics while horsing children
will, once flayed then fed to Caners, get simperised; and these devil-days that feed snares to five-ply are foxed by closing kitchens; Oh,
Here, made-up from cock-spears, get sentinelled till aldebarren revel-trades read pictures to squires of utmost Downs
and the cockerels that forever mourn the swift death of Chanticleers will revolve inside squirters whose granite bath washes fanny crowns

Here, made loud as tears, hoody head-life catches alight; and, O, where cinematics reel under wine, a cousin to a snail-vine will use towns
to deposit pig across gunneries; and, O, where kinematics reel under de lordly Rhine until ginners en-necklace a pedestrian city-mound
and dead gods go to hell
and red pugs glow like bells; and, O, pissers aside spun stripes become gummered by tillers while chiddeners force plebbers to surround
de impossibly easy London Underground
and, sss, we will have to entertain winter-swines with peckerers of cunny jumblers; and, uh, we will fight for gorse as we howl around us
and, sss, we shall have to scent grey grimes wth beaky scissorers

Luhhh. Here, made loud as dear, moggy sky-lights catch alight; O, deflamers of fleet hair swallows combs as eaten pompidores feed dusk
with molteners and shadowers of dizzy eye-rites; and, o-la, we will fight for gods and we shall fashion buds from broken lost doors; and musks
appear mind-bewrayed by dizziers of spirals and rented cigars

Uh harkeners inside blue spiders become gossamer-woven from pigeons underwater; and, uh, bleeders of beer-suds are laced to rivvlers
Uh starkeners inside blue grippers become stella-swollen; and the manxers who use camphors for cradlers are defacing while martial cripplers
appear bummy dated inside mummy crated corn-deflectives; and, sss, these ideal dudes who oversaw the sidlers of a puncher
must, once gluttoned, abused by dummies;
and, La, when corn-curative pestle-boys feed dairies to eager bed-ruby; and, uh, this side of a wiped ward must cum to yield sex-thunder
and, crashing, storm-directives pussel after greed while daddifiers dial 'M' for utmost murder
and, La, a carrier of perched defectives sunderise bile
and, La, as croned creators drag stoolers for moggies, then wide children must whisper for rainbows

Eh? the pelters of lunching hermits get tautened by phlegms; and, o-hah, de sons of ghosters will swipe dwarves for rattlered tide-shows
Eh? the helters of skeltering bits get hustlered by dead wrens; and, o-hah, de funsters of zippers will wipe mauds across cattered eye-blows
and, O-la, as descended bladed petrollers don PI then a promotive use of cabs will forever and eternally lead daffy moss to scarperers: O, clothes
always get sea-stolen
and a river by a wagon gets pettled with hot ovens when a piercer of shoes become entouraged with loved drums and deafeners of lidded bed-stoves
Eh? the pelters of munching puppets get tauntering when dirtiers don plumes; and gabblers who fuck our most famous medusa goddess must rove
direcly adown, endlessly warped by biters of space aliens and a dog of Thieves

Uh..

*
leering out of spiney eyes,
the muddy hands that gripped the nail
flopped in splendour from the latch
and opened like a tail.

A whistle blew along the spheres
next door to guns, the nursery flew
down through sadnesses sun-seared
to those who sired the clues.

Treaded neat in tidy skies,
amid the museum's bloodied news,
so much incitement was revised
and sidled into view.

Large hands lift him from the nail;
incited music holds him there;
the eyes that open note the sail
that cleaves across his scaly hair.

Now see his puzzled head star-throng
the mazes of a miracle
by loops of mind-connected song
revere the reptile's pistol?

Inside those empty, silent hours
a scarring panic summer-swarmed
with furry cowls and lotus flowers
in nitric natron stormed.

And all of you who ever moved
or prayed to dizzy christs at all,
now meet the sleeping reptile;
and sprawl where missions fall.

*
and a gism in a hardboard pastes bud-brides with pen-pecked
mummy pillars which clothe breasts in bee-slides; and death
drivels into flued flour; and a camphor inside wives wreck
easy plashes with corridors and flashes; O, once inside sex
my eater of a stained mind thought about dogs when specs
fell, and, uh, down around a merry-go-town, my sweet kecks
sun-staved a widower of pounds with american diner-decks

o alarmers, heard once a day, listen to lips where sirens are
fuck-fed to egit lavvy soap-clays; and a minder in a sidecar
dulls a daddy dray with sweetex and cube-grinders; and stars
piss from a moony height where a merchant to easy rum-scars
sea-dilates inside a tawny buzzy bounced boy who wanks scars
and a beddy clowned mind scatters spermatozoa aside carved
babby kitchens that ease a frenched tongue under stone-stir;
and whisperers don whimperers when a tawser of grey curs
leash a sylvan mind to as winklers that snap a gazer's hearse

dummy razzlers lay diamond dunes to pure waste as de curse
slurries under puzzlers; O, a dog in bed-rhuem aches then hurts
a barker of a bed-bomb with pawing collars and dog-skirts.
..

*
"The gilded xmas drivers, with yuletides blown,
Cannot mount a dolls-house without bleeding."

*
24/02/2022

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work-in-progress title: the dizzy mugshots of tomorrow's sexy marzipan
1st draft pome then poem-song

the dizzy mugshots of tomorrow's sexy marzipan will lammer after deaths
O, figgy soap-slots fuse yesterday's empty sea of scrams underneath breasts
O, a pigger becomes screwed,
and, once along a mind in a strange world, Mother Isis gets pulled by her nets
and, La, when weavers crisscross, then Father Iris gets sprawled and wet jets
reveal rectal trangressives to defectives;

the dizzy mugshots of de evil messy tree of hands will hereby scatter sweet decks
across an evil diesel girl whose young fanny stinks; and petrels under sisters sweat
O, a petrol-pusher, whirled, spin mum-daffies aside brands
and, La, when weavers intercross, Mamma brides must feed fakes to lost Islands
and these birded words become bruised

eternally and always and forever

*
the easy musclers of de mindless blinded filmed future will render rapes as wide as graves
O, idolisers, flailing by, become grinded while missiles burn then thrill,
O, devisers, raging, cry whilst murder-smiles noose endeavours to americas; and grey slaves
hereby seem depraving for dirt
and, La, where we stride the streets of feeling filthy, we must entertain pussellers with blades
O, easy musclers of de trendless poppy mind will give goddess a cool space to stand; O, hurt
becomes noosed

the easy musclers of red morgues and morgan le faye feed shoots to piggers; and odes to flirts
will, once demeaned, shed dogdazzlers across red clay; and witchers of killers must don skirt
O, easy musclers in red cords use opal chinos for slaves
and, once along skin, bleeders flash oval yoyos for traders of dinnermen and green laves
O, easy pushers spin while bled birds become statued
and, sss, goaded spind smiles will wed lost curs

*
the peasy pixies whose pudding-mouths delve elves for dwarves must become scuttering
La, weavers of de dudes whirl planchettes under shelves
and, once upon a sleuth, girls with dragnets got murdered; and the cities under bells must fuse
a bodier of beery troops with dilators of soft rot
La, weepers who have to move curls will most certainly rock cells while the cellars inside tools
become magnified;

and the queasy buds inside de bends will chant for family;
and, oo, where pastries fall, a shadow hill must recant for mammaries; and peasy pudding-pouts
come blathering; and, sss, we will implode as we must delve dramaturgies with pussy poo-spouts
and, come fathering, fists we must erode hasten to lust
and, come rivering, fists we must explode hasten to musks while ouijas under crust will summon
a murderous happy ghost from murderers

the peasy pixies whose reeling mummas cause nipped biblers to taunt dead christs will use diamonds
to sirenise the Ides of carps; and a haggler after pipped rivallers haunt dead mice; and a sea of hymen
becomes granular;
and, uh, when angular porny statues get pissed, a rider of devisers will violate dice; and, luh, Simeon
will come back homeward to find beezers baiting idlers

Lahhhh
.. THE END..

*
These are our mallard days where we use trades to ignite torn petals with bruised flowers; and, O,
we in the mummy cloths are wound
La, when speyers cut sweet clitties down, a deranger of midnight must drag nudes for dowers; and, O,
weavers of marshland come deriding dogs with defamers; and the ideal slags that kiss showers will ooze
invective saps;
and the wolfers of paps must use cats to kidnap evil cot-rats; and the ripeners of gold fists will remove
some walrus glass from earrings

These are our mallard days where we use slaves to ignite petrels with naked towers; and, uh, we will smoothe
painters of darkeners with braids that idolise knaves with bright killer mouths
O, while faces flail, then an evil hurried movie must drag dregs for spite; and, uh, we must fuse eggy hooves
with boddy buddies that cane silt to streams run dry;
O, while stasis fails, then a regal devil dooby must drag beds for mites

These are our mallard days where we use veins to ignite armed detols noose brandy snaps with pissy salt-booze
O, fainters whose parcellers must cruise gold rain will serve sweeties to cock-fardellers; and greasy mind-moods
must forever and always and eternally use pain for red bird
and a world of slayers ram grieved family when bedded black pearls make all dreams work for the good of Man
and, sss, we must entertain deceivers as, munched, venal dark girls make all screams hurt

*
the graniters whose parrot jigsaws shape shaven ones will hereby soddenise a puker seen in a lost island
O, red pissers, once raised from head-rape, will interfuse sweet memories with poolers; and odes to england must
sirenise bed-biters with clay-cold bed-drapes
O, red kissers, once raised from bled snake, will interfuse fleet families with oozers; and toads seen aside lust must
carry cadavers to carrion; and, sss, where once hills sail, a picker of red bunnies screw drams aside city crust
O, bad sisters, once caved under breads, must staunch hired ceilings with bled dummies

the graniters whose parrot sweet jaws speak for laden mums will hereby demonise a muser seen in lost England, and,
ooo, when diamonds drop, a softener of sleep will leadenise hills with bed-eyes
and, once where fingers rot, a parceller of meats has to send golden weepy worn gifts to penalisers of female lies
ooo, where sainthoods stop, wideners of seats appear divine
and, once where ganglers cross, ambery buddy beats revere minds and let failures loosen ladeners with seagull ties
oo, a minxy granite angeller crisscross memories from tears

when evening falls in blurred blued heaps
a man vamoosin his route to churches
and schoolyards feel for the bumps of beached
body whales

and it may well happen again - this i owe to
distant faces and no man's eaten garden -
true efts will swim to drown
and it may well happen again - this much
i can always believe in..

we shall leave nothing behind except babies.

*
it was five winds reciting prayer
up the dolly streets
from life's leaping ghost.

the windows were mountains of air
when red streets unfurled
underneath carrion ecstasties.

*
we know the route to the inner ear,-
under swifts, a deaf moon of rose tears
hunts after the purser's key,
and already a whipped hearse is made
from a locomotive hunting hounds.

and the windows are dripping in this room
reciting prayer as the streets we ran
form formica robes from delicate wounds,
and under a peeled pyre of light,
a cruel silence is grown like a beard.

we know the route to the inner ear,-
hand in hand, we ran
through the houses of fog:-
it was remorse made us ride dogs,
o a great river was well known till
struck awfully dead.

do you know the man who sold dirty cards?
have you ever seen the slips of the city?
o will you come to me for mid-life..

*
as the summer dreams of eyes come back to life
fat needle-nights of fond felines drop a candle-christ

*
the easy feline eyed earth will come chanting after ligrons when easy tigrons in catty tears get
queasily fed to cat-birth; and, La, where we suffer after pylons we will chain pets to decks; and, o,
once aside a bed, fat earth must sear trees with summers
and, whence weavers climb, gilders of bees fix lovers with fanglers
and, Uh, a punchy reviler gets drooling after beads and golden gabby gals will use tears for stranglers
Oh, once along a spine in a book-bearth, riddlers of rams order goofy balls with spears; and wranglers must
lotionise stella guns

Oh, we will serialise mumma with egyptian sons while waggers of euphesian beard shatters gold from apex-lust
and i have entertained gamma with omega while pissers of xmas-easter becomes bastardising; and neon pus must
interfuse a planter of seedy ouija-planets; and, oo, while onan-planchettes thrum, spiring bending will use cusps to
castigate sainted maria with olden gannets; and, puffed, blowers of magnets drag polers from dills
Oh, we will compartmentalise all cruel musk; and we shall soddenise Mary with Simon while Matilda thrills;
and castlers of weepy wombing galls crap across drawing buddy bridgers

sss, we must sodomise dead gruel-mates whilst a purser of pisseries peal pastries from nunneries; and lost drills
will appear suddenly fragmentise mulers of gaped ape
O, we will gash after defamers of droolers as a sniper of a grate gets easily bled; and weavers of sand must melt
O, we will flash after disclaimers; and, with de north ship turned, the easily deceived genius of grande lust must
milkerise dashers; and, Lo, we will use a pig to fasten tits to perms

Laaahhhh. Endlessness deepens for mindlessness when cruets pick salts from pepper; and leotards ooze cusps.
Laaahhhh. The sentinels of reason cause murderers to swim; and a rick of vaults stopper sand; and gizzards wash
denuders of creamed creators with spoars that suddenly spin; and a pointer of colts shoots geezers from cloths
Laaahhh. Emptiers of dicktators use claws for bats while skinners, drammed, shatter roots across gels and moths
and, once across a dime, de silent english american causes dinners to expand droolers to naked bells; and Los will
come shoutering for grey crime where washed wines forge zimmers from islands and foolers of cells;

and the sweet wakeners of grey slime stare aside mines when gilded cokers grip to gnits then fade forever into fields
and the neat bayers whose god-grave snare wives with kittens will hereby ripen lip with carrion; and, La, we will yield
every single wet-word we will say to pippers of pipers; and moisteners of lime-lit uses Helicon for drama;

Oo. heretical fisherboys freeze; and easterly arising pissers use a clay-cloth for a ship; and a crystaline woders seal
dirtiers of pontifical disherboys; and westerly defining hissers use gravers for lofts when remanders use vims for weals
Oo. parroters, once lost, chant invisible multicoloured beakwords; and entrancers of crossers boss deniers with mealed
wormy-feeders of giggly gobby guttoral goddess whose visor-verves noose soundless fathers to killers of soaped eel.
and, la la, candifiers seen inside invectioners prise holy hooves from snoods;
and, oo, this side of a candy gal-world gets bouncy
and, oo, this side of a randy boy-whorl gets daffy; and, lo, a sea of wrens must arrive across the River Thames?

Lu-lu-luh

*
o
naked fingers writhe
o
sacred readers ride
o
buzzers of bald money scent a hearse
with bad men who cut a spent purse
and, lazed, as blown brides writhe
then a baiter of the killed
crashes for budders
and eyers leap feathers
o
naked fingers writhe
o
sacred rivers arise
from domed dreams
and writers of denial drag along sauce

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..

*
the scissory scar-statues that lead fast nudes to granite waters hereby silence memories with loo-rolls
and, ah-haa, whence we fasten sleuths to screws, then magenta daughters peer across kissers; and doll-souls
become barterised while arses in scoops dash cicadas across gold genoa; and the pasters to de other side of gulls
appears lambastering wild vase
O, a canterere of mentalisers cast veins across masks while shadowerrs of grey deniers race de Mother across skulls;
and a facer whose glamatiser clasps rain across damaskers s
and, once rented to dramatisers, a feral mane-collapse sharpens sharkers with pullers of nazi dirt; and bones in mulls
will become, once scented, a draggler to pain

*
"The endless Peter Pan, with one wing gone,
Cannot mount a seahorse without choking.."

work-in-progress title: o as the softening head inside a mind's eye gets roped to radio
first draft pome then poem-song

o as the softening head inside a mind's eye gets roped to radio, a plaintive user of sweet rain
gets coiled under spuds; and, la, while life's sky appears pulled, a fascinator of fevers guts pain,
and, uh, where Isis flits, a padded lover whose christ-eye huffs dolls combs prayer with soft rain
o, a cuticle inside a lip loosens furs while grimers noose crab-meadows

o as the softening head inside a heart's eye gets droppered, a feinted perfuser of gob will fuse grain
with de cantankerous flava in a fart's sty, and a loppered Lady Leda will fasten ole god to fish-stains
and, la, we will weevilise doomy dartlers with swift furs and Ruby Peddlers whose purse under drains
will hasten to nine million thieves; and charters of birds must get clipped by salters and sugar-shadow.

*
there are nineteen zillion fairy horses gone galloping after bedrooms; O, inside domes, a sea of candles
gets chattering under fires; and i have seen easy fathers come using gloom to seize bones from cradles
and, uh, where Isis shits, a lavvy laddo leashes queasy farters whose oozing stones feed drones to sandals
and, luh, where Iris spits, a dizzy weebler washes wheaty wartlers with bruising phones;
and we will snare all lit as we snare all devillers; and, oo, where timers trip for sloanes, a naked sea-stone
must become as easily thrown as cattlers and derisers plant poo-trees

these are ninteen zillion fairy horses gone gallumphing after glassrooms; O, inside of dust, a ship of angels
gets scuttering under tyres; and i have seen gallopers using pig-plumes for eyes; and natives to dead weevils
become tautening mind-eyries with slaved dreams
and the wakeners of wine rip ginners from screens while laden soddeners come shooting dudes
La, i will extemporise ghosts with killers
La, i will extend a fatalist with ghosted rivers

*
o as witherers use painted diggers for dusk, a damager of deniers appears washed to death; and the tricklers of dead men
come easy; and, uh, we must sunder wars with cusps while dragglers of salt-pears kill death
o as scissorers use fainted riggers for pus, a scurrier of devisers appears wasped where missives shaft picklers with Zen,
and the blinded statues under fingers fuse lust to carriers of remanders
and the grinded face-dudes under ringers fuse dusts to marriers;
and, lo, the loaders of nudes sunder bearers of screws where a dragoner of farriers wallop wall-ways

o as witherers use tainters for ribblers, a mummifier, closed, winds greasy cloths around waggers and hostile graves
and, where lovers move, we will hereby shatter gluers of deposers; and nukers of moths swagger under hotel-slaves; O,
we will fight for motel-mothers
and, focalised, a sweetener of lovers heeds horses while pony-hearses shoot parrots from wagers; and flatteners, oozed,
spirals across definers of dadas
o, we shall furnish defamers with data and, costed, a penny for a pound must ramify romantics with pissers and lubes

*
hedonisers, laved, lead lazy lightnings to islands; O, a pasty UFO gets glutted while facers in grids hiss for sand-tubes
La, a lady to slayed mazy hirelings fuse screws to bluers as a pastry IFO gets dialled
and, oo, once across a mind-mine, a leadener, moosed, moans for moneys; and the deadeners of smilers grip to booze
La, a baby to razors ripens for wine when waspers under dromes forge cellars from wild wideners
and, once across labia, skirters of swine send crossers under loam; and a faster for guns must send boats to shysters

hedonisers, graved, lead mazy ceilings to iced lambs; O, a pasted UFO gets gutted while pacers kiss lisps; and grey dudes
must, once denied, become a devil to christs; and, O, a foisted IFO gets muted by wiles
La, as navellers bake bread, a nuclear definer of rams expands eyes to debts; and eaters of de wild become sand
La, as beggars quake, breads become refiners to edams
and, once along a god-bed, suns of lungs use a titter for sedans; and waxers of drams must forevermore cure dry Japan

*
anointers of scuttered shit lip draw a goofy veil across the mind
la la, appointers of muttered nips deifies gemima with lost minds
and a tractor in the moon drags dolly taxis aside coded designs
and we weevil for high noon as we sally babies with grey prams

issuers of easy money sell wooded veils to wallets; O, cold hands
demonise family honey when a dewy dell in soffits snaps old hands
and, la la, my manxed memory plays dead; Lo, a cul-de-sac rams
eagled fairy thumbs down a donkey of a dream. Death has to hand
a dollar of a spent palm to doddering baby screens. Death has to
slam a daisy door where macadam weeps for lazy lupin tubes.

anointers of shuttered shit slits draw a toothy veil along the rain
la la, old spinsters get walloped by whores as when a bed of grain
sallows dooby cheeks; and a good mind cat has a hay cheek. Pain
scatters monkey memories upon chapsters who weep after rain
has cut to madamed bits the daddy drains all blue rain has moved.

issuers of massing natrons pee inside five skins as a blown dude
has to empathise with fast fish brides who napper upon screws
and, la la, eyes may well turn inside a dyed old face; and old nudes
summon serpent sirens with pavers of pussy prayer; and dudes
supper upon snapper mints when a blued boy who turns screws
cums to a cuspid home filled with vinegar bodies and sad nudes

uhhhh i have seen skin shutter a giddy camera within soft grain
uhhhh i have seen spind wind gutter; and me and maiden skeins
will hereby cut a candle down with bone jams that suck old stains
and gods of nubile poo-poo sleuths dam a daughterer of grey days
ahhhh i've seen febrile dodo roods ramming salts into flares. Oh

*
twitterers whose renal sex-stasis gets mummed by wind must get tastelessly chopped, O, as a dizzy mind in a mask
appears rummaged, vernal text-spaces get gunned by skins; and, la, where fearlessness champs on fizzy rinds, a cask
becomes coiled and slaved;
O, and whence washeries fuck graves a dazzler of wives must bed a pillow-shadow with burners of bolsters; and masques
appear clothed in vanneries while slaves star-hammer a doctor of bread with bell-gallows

twitterers whose renal rex-laces get dummed by skin eases ducts with dairies and cock; O, as a dizzy head in a flask bellows
then a painter of veiled heart-cases get drummed by spun fleeces; and, O, as a dizzy bed gets easy a melter in a bath billows
directly above waxened bones and wrecks
O, we will sirenise flaxened gnomes that come scurrying across neon vineyards
and these are our lazy loud moans that stun marriages with floss; and, sss, where men burn tides, a breaker of calved scars
will scarrify blenchers with trays

Uh, i espied a plate of sex-skate come torturing defilers with blades; O, i espied a crate of fish-beers being drunk by wizards
O, as a burier of desk-bait comes foraging for tomato a balder of strays must fuck-up a seat of tears; and we drink to lizards
Uh, i espied a plate of trottlers come murdering potato with lasers; and, O, while weeping for meat, tillers of bees will suse Mars
to soften dead planes with an evil gossamer of a red brain;
and i will redden rain with an seagull kissifer and i will sharpen hissifers with vein-digressors;
and, oo, as a peated poo-kid sinks arse aside sand, eyers of diners cum huffing boned blindness to renal dicktator

and the manxes of ten zillion gems hereby sidle scars across cigars and the taxis of ten zillion bobbies raise rape from protractors
and, la la, as an ashener of hermetic wives straddle cars, a pusher of rams will use baby for mooners; and the coda of dizzy drabblers
becomes idolised; and where molten stations strain, then deflamers of wigwams fasten wards to blonders;
and the wiveners in prams sharpen natrons from brains
and the wickerers in dams sharpen piss-guns; and, ooo, once across a vein, i entertained drabblers with salty dramas

huh. huh. huh..as a whipper maimed by head snipper-snappers decriers with fires a feedler of a fat fuhrer oodles mammas thru
scrapers of grey scones and veins; and, huhhh, we will whisper for deniers and ashen weeblers must wrap noodles under grey ooze
huh. huh. hah.. as a sweeper for vagina lunches on stripper-tappers demanders in wires will always torture naps with diggers of shoes
uhhh a paster of pastry UFOs get wasted by tasty woman IFOs; and dirtiers of sins must spray gourdes across rats

ssss these giddy glaucousers whose biddy binaries lay keen waste to hens and plied papers in the country will force bag-cats to
scrapper for peppers; and, where birds bury budgies, loud reamed capes appear blithe while peepers slide apeths under fag-rats;
and, uh, we will forever extemporise burrs with baddies where daemon apes sear wived wiles with sneakers and lewd hunger; and dudes
come chanting disabled words outside curves that lead hair to semen
and, sss, we must wickenise de wicked while a paster in bed gets fed to serums; and me and my heart's eyes will don shaded diamond

La..bull-peppered head-men get liquidised by limers and easy sex lemonades; and the archers of the dark size milllers from sweet sirens
and, where a pusseller of a pet gets loved by tides, a pussy of a sex-red parade scans grey fardellers for tribes and guns; O, daemons
become vagina-wet while radaring pushered plies collide with pappies
and, La, cow-kippered bed-men get ovenised
and, Ha, sow-slittered bread-men get onionised;

and, sss, natallers appear ground from specs as a glazier under glassers slam eyers across duked dames and the deaths of sky-seasons
and, ssss, deterging tears resound while pets live for leisure; and thunderers of fish-lamb dam nuked flames with fistulas and eye-seasons
and, ssss, deferring spheres resound while sex lives for measure; and thunderers of kissed ham pukes rain from cold issuers; and eye-treason
will hereby mete salt seed to grafters and dilly decks
and, sss, we will forever scent red sensorites with pecks that murder kecks with caper-pecks; and, sss, mamma and dadda feud for reason
and, sss, we will forever rent red anemonues to dirt-jets

Lahhh....

Ahhhhhhhh i sting up aside de grail as mad death sets sail.

*
o, there are dreamers near who ride from yesterday
o, there are dreamers here who sleep under air
and a laden teaser hips to wheat and sullen trade.
.
the active nurse of a funeral lover has to cremate
dragglers of hearses when fevers cum to dilate a
gabbler of a gaberdine whose genoas cannot rape
and a killer on a rise rotates across the sun as snakes
get strangled in baskets
and, la la, damagers of biscuits slam a tail about a
mummifier of sleepers and the beds aside slaves
and repeaters on reapers fear headed blind-blades
and the hiss of madness storms the moon; and eyers
lead lampooners into screeners of devil-spires
and, scuttering under blues, a heaper of gold-tyres

snaps a daddy coat across deadeners of samphires.

*
"The party kid, with one lung gone,
Cannot mount a sex-horse without choking."

wotk-in-progress title: where blurtives don deniers, a father to faces will hereby scatter salts
first draft poem then poem-song

where blurtives don deniers, a father to faces will hereby scatter salts across sweet bees
O, a deck of spurtives, rendered, lathers laces with sky; and, laa, while cocks cross leas, a bedder of benders
comes hooting for mien and evil mod children
Ohm, while directors to hens gavel gods, a crudeness of women must semenise trees with mirrors
and, whence wolvers whine, devil pods becalm rudeness
La, as we paint a dilly mind, we weave ashers under lewdness; and a palmer in an oaken river uses eyes for tender
and, whence wolvers pine, eagle dogs becalm lariness

and, ssss, while weepers fall from tears, fearing criers will extend damsellers from daisy-drives, and a pusher of Decembers
must, once sleeved, rent drawls to ears; and, la la, while weavers cry, we must strum dairy-brides
and, ssss, while creepers creep for beers, earrings must spill;
Uh, once along a mind in a sweet world, ceilings will swill daddies;
and the knives of time spin for hot pearlers
and, lo, de son of crime swims across curlers as a farmy fist of rubies must surrender dogs to sties
and, o-la, de mums to mime swirl loss across swirlers

*
dupers of diamates cast fens into fires: O, a statue to silence comes sharpening flour; and evil massive cakes get fed to punters; and, oo, where stasis drowns
a balded biddy city fasts for gems; and, O, a statue of violence comes starkening towers; and evil mastiff cakes get fed to cunters; and, oo, where acers drown
a scalded bitty city fasts for hens; and, O, a virtue to decriance comes murdering mouths
and, la, once along a mind in a gym, a lover to feverfew uses coded cum to moth-murder fast purdah; and, ssss, we will extemporise sand as we flavour de town
with chickeners

o, dupers of diamantes cast friends into spires: O, a castle inside puns gets serumed with plowers; and devillers of decklers will scan glass for geigers; and clowns
will forever atomise red maskers with plumers: O, a muscler aside dumbs gets seasoned with crowlers; and peddlers of pecklers will cram flasks down pissers
and, oo, once along limes, i oversaw bruised ruiners made new as old
and, oo, once along spines, i oversaw noosed stoolers made rude as coals
and, beneath spunk, wagnellers shaved moose from droolers; and beriders of moles must soften slides with sipplers

uhh these hazy mazy missile words that hammer birds to knocked leaves will hereby lead mush to prides; O, a rittler of cripplers must mush a marker with tassellers
uhh these easy lazy fardel worlds that hammer burrs to rocklers will hereby lead crusts to pies; O, a scrittler of carplers must dust up fenal calves with piggy parkers
and, underneath hazy muddled caps, a braggler of blue bittlers will hereby truss puss with ties; O, a razor under marblers must cross sluts with marsh
and, beneath daisies and daffy traps, a haggler of screwy sindlers will hereby clasp cuts in wide oats
and, aside priories and fizzy cats, a draggler of emptiers fuse findlers with motel-masts;
and, once across islands, dotted bats crap on difusers; and cruisers will succour porridge-plasts from soap

La La La.. we will extemporise an easy case that hides impossible faces; and a dreamy dog at sea will stammer for rope while baiters of bookers must use pelters to
sermonise grey hills with plexi-grass; and, ooo, catters rise from daces while foamy deany mogs reel dampers from coats; and rakers of mookers must use helters to
sermonise gay thrills; and, ooo, backers of eyes arise from fakists while domy beany bods reeel hanklers from stoats; and shakers of cookers must use skelters to fuse
incredible lube-foods with drapplers of pipes;
and, O-ah, i have hearted myselves with mikes that shout amplers across tykes; and gods seal ramplers in lunch-pokes; and drakers of dupplers must use spellers to
stellarise deadeners;
and, ssss, we will soddenise lost cells with dykes; and bods seal pimplers in munched floats; and dripplers of soupers must use dellers for ducts; and beds will brood

forevermore...

*
where blurtives don defiers, a model inside mute lace gets wrecked by herod; and, o, when ratters break, daughters to flowers will hiss for hymens
oo, where tramplers writhe, a huddler to dupes must deck defiance as scabbards ram oats with cattlers; and porters to towers must kiss walls
oo, where cablers cry, a muddler to roots must pickle bluers while bruised giants dram stoats with adders
O-la, a creeler in clasped eyes shudder for lusts
O-Ha, a spieller in clasped hives sunder grey gustlers whose directors to crazed crews and a pustler of ladders gets murdered

where blurtives don defiers, a posted bed-boot gets pussellered; and a daffy dower hisses for castlers; and musclers of pets use slits for masters
and, where summers ride lovers, a doper of roots gets fingered; and a magic flowers pisses and dufflers, rammed, spits debt
and, where witnessers to riders soaked popers with pits, a latherer of islands will interfuse Hector and Andromeda; and, sss, wicklers of sex will sunder
breaking cheeks with spiders
O-La, a reeler of kids will puncture idlers; and the cranial butchered bones aside drills will hereby sodomise beds and fists

and crisslers of creature-men must meld drams under renal pictures; and, lo, my red world will survive bonnets while carring trysts will kill gamma
and pistlers of meat children must swill edams; and the faceless pickers of loaves will devise greyers from sonnets
and, lo, a street of chickens must drill for crammers; and the tasteless ripplers of de rose will sirenise guns with comets; and spikers will murder grammar
and, lo, a jeep in kitchens must arise from damagers
and, lo, blue meat in kitchens must enscythe rammagers with cantlers

uhh

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

and, ahh, we body after bobbers of cane-acids
and, laa, we study after minors who use cokers early
and, oo, weevilers sunder flavas
and, oo, sodomisers father tombs, and sister's worm-fever
gets snapped across cries of Nineveh and elbow
the kissers of decrial kiss lippers with shit-fests and teeners
o fathers that defile piss wrap leapt hands around reamers
and a coded rose-codicil

carries peppers where listening layering labia fails for a
digger of shampy mists that sharpen cum with penis-cable
the tarring flash of a sperm-moon raises salts from flame
ah-la, yearning masques spoon-feed cold dolts to cut-rain
and kidders cut the space with sex-tread
and rippers of mutts race across deaths and semblances
these are the carrot days where i lay down all charms.

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

*
and the roads to seashells slice under mites when god-drag
dribbles from an easy bedbound bouncing adult baby. Flags
fawn to a daisy moon as a solar sonar sex-pulse hangs jabs,
and old-aged paper brides widen inside a bell of swift crabs
and a leader of peppered brides slides into eaten fay cabs.

the signals of a silly kid swirl aside stoned flies, and stags
slide into horns when horses on the rise damage stabbers
of guilty minor lepers; and jeering smoothies stab cold riders
and signals of a sallied pig curls aside stone eyes when riders
roam upon american eden; and a screwer of tiger-rizlas
jazz to a jacked beat when silencers of sewer tag cars with
a dullard of pelted english indian motels; and a crazy kid
scarpers into welted irish african hotels; and a mazy kid
scurries unto the belted parish of roping ripening car-pigs.

the angelled dummy beat of cleft sins suffers on a fat wind
and a model dammy beat of lost sin dufflers dopy cat wind
and a braker of a pierced home-bell buries taxis under wind
and filleters of a trashy groan grieve for babies; O, swings
pay for a pallish p'liceman whose cabled panda car swings
against a nylon neon sunrise. Death blinks in our frontrooms
Sex moistens eager eyes when a dragoner of fast rooms
scatters pendulums across a pearled pride of a cat-wind

ahh gearers of glassy fevers mat up some photoed hairs
ahh fearers of gassy fingers mess up some blorted hair
and natal fasteners of fondlers mess up crapper's prayers
and, la la, a mentalist on starry stair curries combed chairs
as cold mares can a kodak inside thinned car-killed air
and droving neon clams under naked lobster hands snare
riddlers upon flexed corn with gassed gafters of men,
and lousy abusers of gentlemen's chairs loll like women.

these are the ragged men and these are the crooked verbs we share; O. Once across a soft mind, i overheard cranial buddha bones. O. Once across a cloth mind, eyes
became cracklered; and the bees aside sad wicked curves share snares
and, oo, we get snared to fish-chairs while mad flacid nerds snare chairs to pears; and, sss, once along a bleeder, fatal bummer sloanes cum counting down from spies
O, i idolised pets when wetted fist-prayers appear to canny feline muttons; and, ooo, me and madam dung finger natal mummas with gum; and, lo, as we swipe cries, then
missioners of pecks pen pitted lisp-lairs with tears; and manny canine gluttons ooze seas and Eve-Adam when gripplers of ramas shoot plums; and, lo, as we wipe wives then
defamers of necks send lippered piss-chairs to brookers of cunny; and bovine broods bang sugar-caverns to nestlers while panners of dupers rasp oats aside swipers and gold men

La La La...someone's most fatal cranial buddha bones have come sands aside cruisers; O, a knuckler of ravens gets scattering by when wild tribes appear drenched in odd women
La La La...someone's most natal cranial bobbler bones have come drams aside moosers; O, a coupler of garlands gets pattering eyes across wide tribes as wrenching cob gardens
get pulley-hustlered across crisscrossers; and modeller drones cum rams aside bluesers; O, a riddler of soft grans gets spattering ties and losers under pies use ceilings for serums
La La La...someone here has been sonar-slaughtered by bedders of clams; and fluesers of Gobs will hereby supper after catterings; and duders of divers get hearing wars and hair-hands
and, oo, factories to fears must hiss as they drape dracklers over pig-pans; and feuders of Gods will hereby mother fathers when scrammed droolers split shearings
and, uh, a spoiled world at sea kisses glass-clay
and, o-la, moiled girls at sea caresses cold glaves

Uh, The fast beniters of the dead become sold to navellers; and a plier of bellyboys become welted by wide teasers; and, la, as faces flail, floed stasis must bully cranial butcher-boys
and, lahh, i have overseen sadness becoming rolled from parcellers as drivers of billyboys become belted by wild eaters
and, underneath crabs, lopped screeners use dumb dolls for fardellers; and dunny dilators of mums become wiltering while deceivers wail after maces; and raperers of venal murderboys
must interfuse doctors with rotted relievers. Uh Uh Ughh.

END
and endlessnesss lingers like a romancer whose hearted hedonisms yap at a dead moon; and the felters of ten zilllion rooms must swoon across hattlers of drakes and dummies
and mentalisms, star-shrouded, swig buttoners from grey dancers while febrile flapper ribbons cause grey maws to swelter under ten zillion tombs; and loss pestlers under matrials as sonnies
become shrapnelised by pig and muttoners; and fearless riders of smiles fashion crapplers from wards where gay paws pelter mumma with ten zillion moons; and pettlers of fatal rawls will
get succouring grapplers from sand-dazzlers; and, O, where seas are snared then chairs will get scared by daemons; and kelpers must piss for ten zillion rooms while ebbers of mental rills will
become sarsonised by summerers and easers of coiled cans; and seas are scared by players while directors of sea-guns ram felters with bliss; and ten zillion runes style pebblers with lost dills
and, ssss, a wordless weepy wild world must wolf ladeners from cramblers while devisers of smiles select comic bee-bums with kelpers; and pneumatic male spies devise plashy proctorates from
idolisers of nervelessness; and child girls must gulf after maideners as devillers of dials drag depletive beds from sonic bed-ferns. And this wicked washery sky-curl must carry doomy deniers to
wicklowers and cranial buddha vials as pleb-puss pasters for wickeners; and, O, seas get snared from breads where conical perms derive flacid doctory mind-whirls from marriers of defilers; and guns
come shooting denuders with laden glassed peggy plegged dicktators

La..
sssss

"The peppery pool boys, with eardrums gone,
Cannot use sex toys without eating a blue gun?"

work-in-progress title: we know the route to the innermost ear
1st draft poem then poem-song

o we know the route to the innermost ear; La, we own sweet noise that plays inside the grave; and the staunched defiler of midday day
gets instantly buried; and red menstrual tears carve stone
and, once death has charged, deadeners of dairies will bone-up a sea of loans; O, a painter of curves gets pointed while deceivers of prey
become shot by lady cat-God
and, la la, heighteners of gobblers will gab for Luds; and these blithe bellied world-words hire drums to kelpies

o we know ther route to the innermost fears; La, we own fleet boys that dance inside trades; and the munchers of devillers will form glades
from sindlers and suits
and, uh, a laden rubber jute jacks skies while entertainers redden tubbies; and, sss, a master to bled bands must sweep Osiris under blades
o, a pistoller is hereby seen taunting toddies and, where endlessness babies blasters use micklers for beds
and, la la, brighteners of sheens vault cods then fail

*
loud missioners of raiders will centre lips on the family stage; La, these sodded soapers of life wash threads in dregs; and serial devisers must
trackle after fashioners while drills snip suns;
and, once across misterers, smiles filled strips to laddies; La, these rodded ropers of knights wash kegs in armour when aerials sunder pus
and, oo, as we floss carboners then drillers of tits shave bowls for coddies
La La, we will slide from veiners

loud missioners of strangers will centre drips on a memory stage; Uh, these podded droplers suck for wet lead; and venereal prisers must crush
all things while pastellers in peals centre hips in a dummy of a cave
La La, we will guide cock into rock; and, where iced eyes close, snowers of drays must regify tricksters with pie-beds
oo, a gritter of guys will disguise socks

eh?

*
o we know the route to the innermost spheres; La, we own diamates which we keep in a sylvan box; and, as we drive, then we run to hide
o we know the route to the summer's ears
and, once across soup, i overheard bladderers shaping puss from lost trees
and, once across dupes, i oversaw devillers raising cusps from crossed bees
o we know the route to the innermost Lady; La, we own sweet laybys that lead bitterness to blue halls

and the misbegotten beef boys that summon bisks from prats will get mooned and farted; and the statues seen on a stall hereby uses prides to
star-soften derivers with lost boys
and the sweet forgotten gal-boys that summon wrists from cats will get swooning
Ah,- a balmer of devisive winter-wives will scammer for ratties as pills become wounding dogs with de pastings; and a dog-dazzler moves
mentalis to flavourers

*
loud missioners of derangers force a flaggot flown flower to burn; and, pussed, a flamer cat uses fats for flour while dippers of evil ooze
become forever still; and, la, when sedentary bone powers stoners a pusseller of carplars will pat bats
o, a passer of meals will darken wide hens
o, a deafener's quiet spiel starkens wife-men; and, sss, we will vent shent bloods from carvers as we rattle dog; and piggers under smoothes
must, once parched, drink pure gems

and we own the route to the innermost ear and we shall float up mills with a fascinating shakespeare candle; and cogs to figgers sunder smoothes
o, we will groan for suits of god and we shall moan for glub; and, La, a procrastinator in a mug must sink toothbrushers aside emptyers; and,
once across a rhyme in a mute sky-world, i overheard dreamers cum shooting heady spinal bugs
o, we will dig for scoops as we must mourn the original fever
and, musked, warpers of chutes get stormed

Uh. These dabber long daytimes enter mules under sheep; O, these draggler endless nightimes enter fools under sleep; and ochres to brigands
become taunted by a true God; and, when fearers suck beet, a drooler of trendlessness dribbles vampyres
Uh. These dabber strong pray-times enter fools under sheets; Ah, these faggers aside dressed sex-drives sunder peeks
and, when ashen babies stray, mentors to mules render heat as cold as flour; and we will stir the fats while the flour causes cakes to weep
Uh. Huddlers of wrongs pelter crews with lemon-keeps

and a shadower of a piss-scream drops data down red jeeps where a cabiner of sheer gold rain scatters poos aside forces and video-peeks
and, once across a kiss-dream, rotted potato sounds pealer pleats
and, once across a fixed scream, scotted tomato grounds resound for pasters of denuders and orange freaks
and, lo, shadowers of a tit-screen shops caker while a feinter of clowns must centre deluders under grangers; O, pippers of cheeks will
and, lo, maddeners to a slit-team gets riding palers to de father cities and musks render summer-bummers with yorkshire mind; and meals
become strapped

Eh? the tiddy cropped clock found upon a glass wall hereby pylonisers a creamy tower where radioers use digitalis for loud wine; and wheels
appear scuttering as grey cocks grind fuck-hens from tusks
Eh? the tidiers in stopped crock sings for suns as drawlers who fragmentise dreamers forge flashed flowers from mentalis; and greying seal
must become fishy as cool dolphin men cry and cry for waves; and raised crust gorges greeny cunt cashiers
Eh? the easy scrapped clock found upon a clasp will hereby accuse beniters of forcing greasy spunk lashers to fawn fogs from lost labia
and, oo, here now comes a pornstar whose bleachy pisces top-lift gets rummaging

Uhhh a pixelator of pie-crusters cum clambering up a mind-tree; and, cusped, a naked bi-valve fuses small villagers to malls; and failure
gets horribly glistening; and, ah, the bodiers of sluts cut a poet-tree as, mushed, a naked sky-valve fuses tall pillagers to drawl; and favour
often appears rented to evil whore-girls
Uhhh a defecator inside head-hustlers cums shambolling up a cruet-tree as, ducked, a naked spy-valve fuses tall picturers to molls; and flavas
become filthy as we cross those mad streets of feeling dirty;
and, laaa, opics under cherry pie-eye cum showering dealings with skirt; and flirty fascinators get scar-intrugued and perty pussy golls shelter
doomy daddy deniers
and, Uhhh, when timelessness achieves de hour, a faloner of fig will forever hurt

everything..

and a calamity street seen underneath some drummer wine gets snitching itcher mitchers to damagers; O, a factory under fire fuses and kelpers
become stationed in dreams; O, a promontory on god's minds appears enriching fixtures while scurriers noose deans with spires
and, uh, calamity streets beneath some mumma wine gets bitching after pifflers
OO, weepy silky siren milkies must spin dummers where pets cum ditching dippers with dropleters; and as coded beams cut tyres, a creeper
will hereby sirenise daffodil dementers with jonquil lovers
and, sss, everything stops
and, sss, everything drops as a bustler of a kid fragmentises budders with cots; and, oo, where enterprisers shove streams, bodiers of peepers
get pulverising red wings

Eh? as we say AHH MEN, then we punish plebs with Eden; and, lo, where Eve-And-Adam wash red defilers in bud then loaders under strippers
appeal to jacklers of sunday wrens; and, Uh, a biller of pig-men lower hair across Bees-And-Caverns; and scrittlers of bloods sunder ole trippers
with de utmost slather of a kiddy stem; and issuers of fix-men flower for air as denigrators flow for airelings
Eh? as we say AHH MEN, then we we varnish leggings; and, ho, where diamond leaves slam ravines wealers of ceilings dance for park-pecklers
and, once candour mindlessness uses dweebs for kicking, a loader of hairs will most certainly arise from dealers whose shelterers sell pricklers
and, once candour endlessness uses weed for rippings, a coda of snares will most certainly arise from wealers whose leeds murderers use ticklers
to knife-tyrannise de living livid whored dinosaur ghosts of the pregnantly conducive holy T Rex?

hahhh.

*
and as the oars get raised, then we sail for shores
and as wet paws get laid
then usherers of walls craze as lilting eye rage
and bendy massers mill felt from slaves,-
O we may well mongolise hitlers as we rave

what with exposed veins in public, old lovers
famish after red robes and we eat for lovers
and, la la, a smeller of a milk-sleeve severs us
from coded gardens where lunches groove

and as the oars are raised, then we sail for shores
and as wed claws get slayed
then a moggy puss-heart proves privvies stayed
with dodgy female cat-trades
.
what with exposed pricks in public, easy slaves
may well extend a pusher to a penile town-cage
but the vaginal warts that lead deaths home
must wallah in the dark as pictures suck stone

and as the oars are lost, then we drown before
a diddy mental-lipid; and a doctored mind-score
sweeps aged ancient lakes to smoothing wards
.
*
wow, what with renal blindings, i must seem
badly torn at heart; and a rider on a dream
must enter a meadow through fathers and
eyes loosen for deafening tears
that lead murder west to the side of woman
and my shrapnel mind drives aside screens

and as the birds become empty then dust
comes knocking at a jailer's wall; and dust
flies beneath couples whose withering smile
sinks under appled sleuths and waxen musks

wow, what with venal slidings, i must seem
sadly torn apart from fearings; and tusks
delve after dogs which chase rat-cusped
cattery mole-men who suffer easy screams

and as blued birds snip song, then nightshade
sinks dirt belladonna into a gun
and a smirching scurrier who eats the grave
comes homeward now to a bad grave

o once below a time, family veilings had me
skull-knotted to passion when catty beads
exchanged a bald nut for a caul-cap's heave
and i have to swell up for saviours
and i will sell up for dunny severers
ahh, we hit to a cheeper as wide bees
carry money-comb to devils. O, featherers

flash adown the dead when bullet trees
teeter under scampers of chicks and fever
and eyers go down town
and liars glow down town

*
magicians at children's parties
celebrate mad illusions
and a see of hands throw parties.
Because of the dead, families
drop a magic trick
we hear arise now magic wind.

i want to feed a captive hound
but captive hounds need freeing
i want to read about wastegrounds
but wastegrounds are stupid
and the darling buds of May
drop an easy rosebud
..
early on in the morning, i lost
my favourite tea-cup.
I dropped it and then it went missing
and the cars on the road
drive across a heavy load
,,
magicians at children's parties
celebrate magic spells as babies
bob around for magic bells
and i hear magical seashells
disappearing into sound?

*
a newspaper delivered before morning
needs hurling in the litter bin
a sea of paper may well wrap sin
inside an old full frontal Page 3
and a caged old killer scatters sex skin
across a guilty porn stage.

the miners for dirt have five fingers
sinking lengths of wax into aged
homes without fires
and eyes have to burn out
and skies have to shout out
about dizzy clouds upon fingers

a newspaper delivered before evening
needs reading to the word-blind
and a bun of ice feeds a lovely bear
but bears need freed
and a fox on the road hunts a mind
..
old shavers of blonde-dyed women
cut all keen pubes off

*
we have faulty plugs in our hall
we own lovely gas-ovens
but we haven't mended wires in years
and our house is without walls

the easterly arising shadower of easter-xmas
gets rushing for drawl
oh, sweet sounds of jazz
slide a holy motor across a dream as cabs
slink into yellow taxis

eaters of lavatorial linen dream of bags
easy vase-river rides
cause stickers to cover hinges whens slags
cauterise dumdums with prides
and a catty dog gets led to bird-heaven

*
" & the son of Pan, with its mumma gone,
Dare not mount a seagull without screaming."

work-in-progress title: the classic widowers of the westend world may well scatter balls
first draft pome then poem-song

the classic widowers of the westend world may well scatter balls aside ceilings
La, brassics, skull-windowed, sunder pearl while saintless drawl rides de dunes;
and, o, as a masque at sea dons fishers then elderly mermaids fall from de moon
and, when once hours flit, a stunner of kissers sends eager star-cauls to beadings;
and, Uh, when minds get changed for dinner, sindlers of fever crawl for spoons

O, masacres of defamings fly across a bloody sky as mad men use cunt for dreams
and, La, a bastard mine gets dug for a ruddy wife whose sad gem feels after screams
and, La, a liquid tarred countess hoops chilled bared feet across sex and christ-screens
and, La, while opals fail
a passioner of dials must snip for a robe-rose; and hooded girls come shouting

forever and eternally and always

*
uh, beachy bradlers will become enstatued; O, as minds flow by, definers raise
doomy deniers from frills
uh, beachy radiophonic pills get killer-fed to dead doctors; and a coded cage
appears rocked while musak raves
and, once along a dial, tussellers will use raids to feed graves
and, once across a mad mile, fasteners, fused, slave after breaded plaids

uh, beachy cabbers will surely hire a paper scrap while lemoners use rages to
sirenise dilators with dillies
uh, easy drabblers will certainly respire for mamma as urgers of fillies move
daddy dust to mammy sky;
and, when old men strip, bee-headed wives always appear made from lubes
uh, we will fight for lip whilst bed-rented prides fuse tears to graves

Eh?

*
the classic widowers of an eastend girl may well shatter old blow-bells. Ah, where children flit, slits
get sharpened; O, eyers use pasters to sever cells
and, once when i overlooked fuckers, i wedded a sewer to human wells
O, wifers may well fasten birds to fevers
and, once dinted, missions to nerves get gutted by geigers and woman, swelled, forces aged clit to
romanticise pertives with kittens

O, musclers of inflamings fry across a hired hoop; and the definers of kitchens must rock prisms
and, sweetly fired, enjobbing tides must floss coops
and, always spired, spine-swabblings must force boots to get sexually unshoed; and pigs root
after sun-warblers and, sss, wine-wattlings must cause scoops to suffer laden mitched figgers
O, we will frighten puppets with jive-jackings

*
O, we in the mummy cloths get wound: O, igniters of belly-fish get sea-kissed while meadows under fields
appear sun-murdered; and dummy cocks must use de pyramidal to set beezers with de shadowers
and, la, where bells break, sweet vinegar crocks get pushed from a cruet as kiddies shave grey pillowers
La, a focal feely fotus must drag cinemas for locks
La, an eggy easy lotus must drape kinematics across a horse
and, when once idols mush, weepers must use de cross to sink godly swaggerers aside sauces

as we in the mummy cloths get wound, pluperfected body-drivers weep for staggerers whose hearses
will forever and always run for dead towns; and a lazy buddy wiffler sweeps for tappers;
O, a nailer of danglers wilts for dangers; and a crazy daffler sleep for defamers
La, a bedder runs dry
La, a pornstar rapes skies; and the treaters of tomatoes will summon gassers from red constrainers

we shall keep on beniting a sleek sex-dress as we use pear-peal for sirens; and dead-end champagners
will hereby sink across green ceilings
O, a painter of pinks flosses dreamers with killings; and these jagged words will write for defilers
O, a sainter of drink crazes screamers
and, when once piss stops, beamers of hoax deceivers become flacid for dead dils; and sweet rivers
enrivulet doctors with cops

*
as we in the mummy cloths get wound, a beller of barefooted America appears rented to facelessness
O, and we will find ourcellves come drowned as,
made pactive, excreted minds get gunned down
O, a pacer of daddy bells get clowned while a teller of snare-booters ripens bubblers under towns
and, when once dummies swell, our mummy cloths must suffer gut while serums heal old sounds
and, when once puffers well up for damage, then a mouthed lover cuts up burnt mothers

as we in the mummy cloths get wound, a faker whose disowners forever tell the sex-truth use mounds
to fragmentise daddiers with wastegrounds,
and the sunny stars of god seem near while the runny holy egg that cums feeding pests to de drowned
heeds mitchers of gold blood come sheeping for mammy
and, O, we will fight old mud
and, O, we will hear de roses; and dilators of suds must always shit in a cleared bath

and, once across a crime, heapers of depleters cut-up and up the blue wastes of the day; and masts
get broken into small lip and, uh, a masted Venus spatters puck across shakes;
and, when rhyme goes by, the mummy cloths we are wound in appeals to rape
O, a daffler of a grove interfuses daffodils to beads; and we will sleep in ancient Egypt while snakes
cum hissing for real American serpent lovers

Uh the fizzing devil apexes of a bearded lover's heart comes spiralling across aged scar-fingers
Uh the pushing angel flexes of a bearded gripper fart comes stinking for de cross while piggers
become fuckling with dementives and bad feelers;
Uh a beckoner of pure bacon skewers mad cock-dealers whose weeping wet shelter devises
dairy ginger thumbs from sandlers and sad crock;
and, oo, an estranger to guns enantler hands with de pox while crowers with no brains use rot
to missionise derangers with deaf islands

and, sss, a deviller of dogdazzlers hedonises crack with eternal lanquidness; and red cops shout
entirely aloud for invisible crooks; and penalisers snap fig with dirtiers; and bleeders will rout for
a damager of wards; and, oo, warpers of fragmentisers rig kids with deniers; and peepers will crouch
directly over a bath-mouth
and, o-la-la, whilst we masturbate from huge windows, pelterers of kind riddlers must don voices
Uh, these puny words are my soft saviour

Eh? summery wintry snowed autumns run four seasons; O, a gaper whose fat-bod kicks killers
will most certainly wither for red humdrum; and these champed worlds we use for gob uses illers
to summon a dude real moon for deadness
Eh? summert wintry crowed mod cisterns hide cakes in u-bends; and, O, when sylvan fusers dress
some miraculous sex pundits aside fucked fly will drum for brens
and, laahh, a cool cruel enemy-friend mashes mileage for binner while bended doctor-bins will
undress communers aside plenuries inside ashes

and the priders of a creamed storm comes silencing infant ears with some evil holy lightning
O, a roaster of sidlers issues spawns to mum; and dada seen with wigs taunters easy reelings
and the priders of a screened fawn comes drying Pan
and the riveners of a spleened fawn comes for taut Japan

Eh? the skiers whose dirgy song-genius gets crambled for de bird-man and we see feelings
come lunacy straddling those hot neon meat-streets of feeling dirty
and a ragged man in the moon delves for Cyranos while cyclers of skirty slams hear dealings
come haloing ram-infectors with stella cells
and, la la, while cellar kids raid expensive wine then a pusher of bells may well use evenings
to sodomise wide killes with slavering invective shit-dells
and a common babe under fire caresses expansive clit-melds with harnesses; and spielling
appear cock-caging after this wept whipping girl-swirl that gives its mits to fotalists

Eh? the spirallers whose moany female drivers get spiralled down from dust will seal us in
foetalisers whose cotted small baby-river appeals to denial; and, o, suns duck for fields when
instamatical trainless trainyards get kissing red deals
and will know the deal and eyes will know the dreams men yield
and, where once statues turn, a petroleum bud-scream will moisten dicks then seal old men
aside de elderly fats and the flaps in blue flour
Eh? de wagerers under showers catch bones in green power; and the dazzlers of reasons
move ambulant fatalists to buzzy tree-cowls
and, la, as a wild weeping bruised birth appears cut down, then a bearer of strawmen
must interfuse memories with spewers and easy nice town

and, oo, riders under unearthly fire must section flame from a mental god; and greyers
appear enstatued while a pier of tyres must sanction pain
oo, as faces float up high, searers of stoned lusts must enchampagne bees with Lovers.

*
o i am bleaching agan. Got a mind inside of me
sinking loos into rain
ah, i am preaching pain. Got a mummy for me
& i need no money?
o, i am bleaching again....My side has no needs
ah, i am reaching for veins
& a bine of buses knocks me down?
..
a factory of faces falters for blood-wars- Towns
teem with ashen gold & silver
&, mauled by stasis, i hear a buddy breeder
bob-bagging brawly baiters with dancy dreamers
oh a bed of lice lops
canny candle tots.

I need a nip of midnight...
i read a strip of posies-... As a gaoled light
burns for blithe sight
then arched ex-shakers sharpening rolled reins

ahhh.

*
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

*
"Behind a pot of grain, this manic world
Sells the hard hours. Some let men
make of youth the meadows' signs
Some let men sell you the rivers
Some let men shape the golden beeches.

Beside five trees, death hears the noise
of rain. The shires are thorny
Of chemic blood, the spells of birds
warn of coming oaken elm-worlds

By the rill's side hear the hymns
of the conkered spider-tree-tongue...

Caught by a shadow, winter sticks
its raven cough inside the moon,
Some let men swell up for tyburn beeches?

Behind a pot, a fern of soft fuit-sperm
rapes the worm from out pine girls O,

Star-gestured children inside the park
search furled space for leeches..

trees turn to heat as woods end?"

*
i deal a queen of hearts where darts
hurl dangerous knives
i seal a dream under carts when cries
weep across wives
and a bed of eyes swims, swims, swims
and a head of eyes
breaksdown
ah

the idiots who hear death will always
spin bad coins
the egits who near death will always
spin sad coins
and we learn to join couplers with sin
ah

i deal a king of hearts where darts
hurl dangerous knives
and a bone of glass swigs love-hearts
and a drome of drives
swims under mad men and dustcarts
..
*
and the neural oars are raised while wide men vanish through a bread-vine; and, la where toasted grapes get gabblered
then, la, a moralist under slaves smile for varnish
and lo, a smelller of thunder seizes navellers while caddis comes cutting flesh from crab ladies; and, o, when sexers
abuse some easily eager cranial buddha bones must hereby stun cuttings

and, lo, a yielder of Mamma must crisscross tableters aside gun-giving; and, lo, where a girded lyon uses cat-caressers
for holy feline study, a passioner of dusk observes wilderness cat-pharoahs getting sweet
and, lo, red eyers will pulverise doomers with blackbirds

and, lo, drivers will dip beakers under spooners; and, o, pilers of fryers must devour some decorous seed where kissers
car-marry de enviers to slit with pressurers of lost evil white England

Uh.

*
"These loud sweet boys, with dad gone home,
Daren't mount de mumma without seething."

work-in-progress title: The expirers who meld dogs with rain will come rocking at death's backdoors
first draft poem then poem-song

The expirers who meld dogs with rain will come rocking at death's backdoors,
o, a dizzy raft hereby wails while darkness ignites cocklers and murderers
o, an easy bath sails; and, as times float by, a crooked sea-clock sunders whores
and, la, expirers who meld with god with grain come racing across grey paws.
These expirers who swell for pig use a bone-moon;
and these starry blooms that flow in my backgardens will hereby stop

and, lal, a burner of cities defaces mounts with pies; and, dragging, shops
get candy-filled; and, o, a mouther of junks force lies; and, braggling, rot
becomes a saucy filler of coded mamma;
and, uh, a dater of horsers will send christs to sleep while doted dada
gets cotted; O, a stoner in a mill must render mice as from haloed gaga
and, sss, we must don facials while macadam madams cook egg-lather

Eh the cherriers of mumblers go scaling a welsh tree while a poet sea
will sunderise mods with cablers; and dilators dream of suns and keys

these are the isles of the ragged men whose ideal eyers will murder dusk
O, as mind-mien smiles, a crooked stuned deal exchanges sex for pus
La, nearby, ductives get rancid
La, nearby, seducers chew aphids; and, Uh, a painter of faces use husks
to evilly wrap deducers under acids
and the keen launcher of a hypnogogic mind must scatter across buses

these are the isles of the jagged men whose revellers use cunt for rusks
O, as heart-men smile for crabs, a loaded noose sunders sweet cusps
and these black flowers i seize
must render rats as hot as trees; and, la, where lions drop, high bees
must render caps from grey quays
and, once winter-woven, guns in seeds will shoot eyes dead

*
these are the nude words i have to see while dragging dolls from head-machines
these are the blue words i have to seize while pissing; and, gunned, latrines fuse and fast indigos use burps for birds
and, once scrapped, swerved curves will forever give rise to a gentleman's bum
O, a dealer in saps star-spurs curs
O, a dealer in paps Mars-stirs masoners under pearls
and, when once bodies turn, a spiter of dilators must use hands for swirls

these are the blue words i have to seize while urinating on sundays; O, marines
appear scar-shovelling spies aside bruisers while, raping, sabbaths send tureens
fiercely due North; and de North sidlers after bile
and, O, a doctor to sands gets forced to meddlers after flava
and, Uh, a sopper in slams decks ironers of peddlers; and, la, grey labia
must force bells to flower
on and on and on

Eh?

the rattlers of this vast vacant world will slumberise dream-dramas
O, cattlers of this fast vagrant world will sunderise screen-ramas
and, sss, a terminal fatality will ensoul illers
O, rackers whose kiss empathises with mirrors while lost rivers
appear mind-manned
O, a packer to wine seems damming
and, when once beers burn, slammers get flashing for fevers

the rattlers of this masked vacant girl my eyes may not see fingers
dirtiers of foxes; and, O, when moon vixens cry, a city under zippers
must rotate directly across macadam madams whose father's reapers
become salted; and, La, de son of Gob must fuse sex with peepers
and, when once leer burn, damagers of pubs must
die out.... And, mind-amazed, directors of slugs
hereby strum slime spunks

and, when once crime jumps, diskers use DVD for defunctive bugs
.
eh?

*
& cemeteries that lead sex to procrastination will here pepper sea-slammed
dizzy iron booze; and, oh, an oozer of piggers must fawn to treetops; and
we will, once crashed, yield cans to zippers; and a lotus-crocus uses strands
to extemporise delis with fled strict Japan;
and, ladied, we must close bread within cancans
and, ladied, we must close lead without Kaplan; and odes to easy islands
must, once dammed, cause kiddies to put fair genius beasties down; and
weevils, made conic, force forgers to shut air from ingenuous towns
and, oo, once along a heart-grind, i espied light meats then died for clowns

Uh Uh Uh and we deflect menkind in a piped night that shone for sound
and, once star-meteored, skinkind made labile leaders on the undeground
Uh Uh Uh as we inject spunk-kine with jade then blossomers underground
appear scar-smeared by street-smokers; and, rose-scared, holy towns will
hereby shoot a purpler of a meat-choker
and, Ogh, a scenterr of gloves drops fannies round a sex-fan; and pokers
get stuck into pork-holds
and, led to genius jews, incredible Jaweh gets heltering after holy thrills

and i oversaw the ghosts of Man shouting while Ava Maria used mills
to grasp for immaculate jesus-jam
and the rendering hasher of judas-cancans must rent gobs to blue dills

Eh...?

*
the feinted charities of long departed family must come homeward now
o, facials inside de bodies will swing of memory while we fuse grey towels
with endlessly uncleaned baby kitchens
and, as we burn, we turn our tears to de petrol enemies while stragglers
sup from pee; and, sss, we will sodomise navels

the feinted clarities of long departed ladies must come cellward now
o, metals, brained, go warping steel gauntlets aside lungs; and crows must
fragmentise stainers; and peasy stainers sometimes soap fish under musks
and, sss, we must render dirts from defilers
and, sss, we must scotch skirts with naked drama?

Ehh once de foetal hour sinks pure acid, a pimple whose face has lovers
may well shed fast sweet tears
Ehh once de focal hours stinks; and the maplers of drawn taste uses bummers
to sodomise wintry mumma vines
Ehh once de local flowers wither and die, a layer of scrawn fuses drummers
with a bastardising night-mike

o feinted families will interfuse deniers with dykes while genius lesbians shiver
and, sss, as weavers spill for swelled wool, pipers must whistle after livers; and,
when once valleys grind, warders of stools see dry pussy made up from brigands
and, la la, a swigger of crimes causes lost fools to seem guffy
and, la la, a ranger of rinds causes old bacon to rot aside renal blue mummy
and we are with de mummy cloths
and we will forever seize wide pyramids from unearthly Isis-Osiris honeys
and we shall eternally heave after sullen Egypts while drinkers of beer-money
get curded aside rubber band balls and bouncy rousers

o tainted memories will interfuse sneek-peekers with runnel visions; and babes
will most certainly thrill after fusers of peepers whose pepper lense stops graves
and these helter-skelter fever of noosers hereby shudders
and these faceless mind race-wars must cum spurtive aside trendlessness
o tainted memories will interfuse cruisers with purplers while dark emptiness
gets saved by black genius
o, while entertainers of de harnessed becomes shouted like a cock, endlessness
comes shooting chafers
and, sss, we, with mummy cloths, will forever and always sodomise my coma?

ooo. these are our ragged men that dissemble pain with spheres; Ohm, mana
appears milk-flexed; and, shent, these are our ragged men who use grey ginger
to engeiger radial irradiated cervixes inside flowers and evil child-chicken
ooo. as a freighted mental mind-witness will huff lungs; and where ricks rake
head-penises, a miltonic dairy-dime gets spent just like a bright blue british scent,
and, sss, meddlers of bubonics must beset sotters with clay-kites
and, sss, piddlers aside romantics must star-set snakers within cunt-heights,
ooo. these are our ragged men that disable rain with tears; Ohm, de manger
was most certainly a bed-sided sea of holy city-hands

La La..The humungous failures of circus squires will get heated; Lo, remands
appear lemon-lined while orange-tipsy traitors spill sex from pleated demands
La La..The suumery depleters of ferine dipsy tailors will hereby drag sweet marm
for dapplers of sexy crabby gals; and this wild wet whorled world must use balms
to swank across delis where magpie foods use expensive fine wedgewood farms
O, a leader of Los bellies under Mnethna; and statuesques, mined, use stone-charms
to extemporise crisscrossers of red-eye liver-feathers
La La..The humungous dapply heart-head luminaries get schismed
and, sss, descriers of sweet melodies must send doomy deniers where prisons

stella-paint all cool meadowers with cockerels and cockles and tasty women.
whence prisoners of gallowers pierce greened stables, a sockler of a raven must
hiss across some penis-ice
And we will now observe just how the empress seems sleek in a dress-wind
And we shall always use some beachy lights to sacrifice meats to light spind
weedlers of shark-spites
and, oo, whence prisoners of pullerboys will enter ice aside a cell of spun sins
and, oo, whence deceivers appear fed to the ill, a painter of Ides must fuse skins
with historical defilers of sweet beers and tipsy jackered mumblers hill.

La La uh-hahh.

*
saviours of sailors dip a bad boat
undernath veiny crabbers, Old soap
ropes ivories of wet spind winds
& a billy ship sails after sea-smokes
& we dabble in the waves..

*
You were a womb to me.
So many grieving places and directions.
You were moving, polished, sometimes you spoke
But I did not hear
I watched you pray: and it was like a diamond, like
Some utterance of glittered sides, sharp and whole.
I did not understand, but
Was duly moved aside.Suddenly
I was frightened, fearful of falling
Because you proved God's time.

And then I saw your eyes,
Glassy tombs always weeping shape,
Sometimes in contravention.
I saw you speak, saw
The oval of your mouth uplift, but
I did not lose my leer, did
Not pretend an end. I was
Afraid but you were not. I was
So brave but you were not. I
Was everything but loved.

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

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

*
the shadow of a bed beats hot fig
la as flashy fingers feel for gold wives
then a burnt-on killer
races down to a hired sea where
fairground accidents taunt child-hair.
..oh

oh....

*
This glass of water is engrained
With rivers, dowsed by man-gills
And the coitus of the seas must wrench
Cockles from the winkles near dread
Dreaming Or else the spinning seas
Of shells made real must swim death
Or the lights of oceans spiel away
The milky dancing spurning of days

The lotus of the salts inflames hordes
And the swiftness of sailing proves
That girl kind may not despise shores
Nor the genus of sandcastles smooth
Sirens from spars Thence the oared
Homes of drinking waters dive down
Against the drowning peoples of
Love’s heartfelt pools The shadowed

Depths of art refine their current where
Lies slip their lake-rivalry where
The sucking fish of dying death spray
underwatered grinding prey.
*

"and the wailing kid, with its school all gone,
cannot use a football without bleeding."

work-in-progress title: the dizzy sex quietus of underbelly men forge lemons from lovers; and the idols of naked fathers
first draft poem then poem-song

the dizzy sex quietus of underbelly men forge lemons from lovers; and the idols of naked fathers
will hereby jack the river Thames
and, luh, as severers of mother skin appear rended by budders while the lost data of God must lather
easy pistollers with blue brens
and, oo, where we tread money, a daddy to dirtiers rides from smiles; and eyers of city thunder
comes hooting at skin
and, oo, weavers of de family will sirenise wives as wide brides move
eternally fart West.

the dizzy head appliance that sunders blue money must sodomise dudes with acid cock-nudes
O, a metalled sex mentalis that surrenders ladies
hereby appear torn; and the major-minor original dairy will surely suck daisies
and, sss, we will fragmentiser a shouter of fevers and we will prance in the rain; and cold screws
must come heltering when radio looters
appear leant to blown ceilings; O, we will fight for our little sounds when budders murder

tawny bible dudes

*
the dizzy sex wind that sirenises salt-coda will cum planting tears underneath easy murders
O, a pactive death that extends thefts to sofas must swing aside spheres
O, easy red meths gets swilled by tramplers
and, when once piglets crisscross, spy-stranglers get heroed by pissers; and grey mummas
will hereby get as cold to head-touch as winklers

the dizzy dirt-wind that sermonise colt-sonar will cuk huffing beer while queasy red illers
become murdered; O, a faceless father of flour gets de fats as beards smile
Ah, bellers of sweeteners will surely break showers; and de rat-a-tat-tat uses dialers for bile
Ah, peckered gob forms beaters from rapes;
and, sss, while shadowers of rivers stun snakes, then streets that feel queasy must kill fathers

*
the dawdler whose lemon tipsy smile must drag dirts for meat will seal family under pleaders
O, raiders of ooze fuse daddy dials to crusts; and, la, as he heat spills, we will render killers
as darkening maddeners poo across blue tusks
O, radiers of live lubes become pushed; and beery casks must fight for cherry masques
and, sss, when divers thrum, ashen puss
will get splayed

the dawdlers whose lemon peeper becomes rocked, a slider of disks writes for caged
body-cages; and, La, as pepper becomes sopped, a rider of fists stall horses; and vulva
must sweat gold whence baiters of guns lunges after bridlers;
O, radiographers must render rivers as stunnas sunder sidlers
O, a baby stream must tender killers with mamma and
once across a time, scenters of piggers must supper after cheap lost wastelands

Uh.

*
the dizzy sex of bellymen must interfuse parrots with shiny parakeets; O, when riders rise
from hair, a daddy mad boy will hereby rent rivers to pining venal sheets; O, when riders rise
from air, a mammy sad boy will hereby centre mirrors aside renal pleats; O, when briders dive
from prayer, a sister sad joy will hereby pelter miners with coke-keeps; O, when pealers writhe,
then, once above design, illers will come up for snares

the dizzy sex gob of porny hens interfuse swaggers with meteors; O, sweet sleep will derive
all flirty spoolers from fat floes
and, O, rulers of guns strum clothes
and, O, duders of suns stun oats while modellers of clothes will get stripped down by lives
and, O, creators of mums bum for sweet styles

La, as timelessness bleeds like an endlessly dead cock must slicken lippers with lost hot lies
La, as pippers of slease spikes sand with familials family pop
will hereby, eternally and forever, slam pig with cranials; and wifers to lofts will damage eyes

the dizzy sex of genius chalk-men must interfuse swaggarts with penal robes; and, uh, pissed
by poppy porters, venal hawk-men must stella-move starry kids to evil toads; and, uh, kissed
by daffy doctors, renal porch-men must scissor-soothe bleary fig to devil roads
La La: once across a bled world, forced dust got forked; and, oo, while evil toes get stoved
with de microwaves; and, O, when a body of rot gets scorched, breakers of devil rogues get
starving for striking mules; and doped gal-deniers on de backs must force god to unsex death

the dizzy sex of genius chantlers must interfuse maggots with special groves; and, uh, from mist
a father to rude necks will spread-eagle easy where facers of metalled loaves expand lunged lit
from streets of red granite rain;
and, La La, idolisers of gannets use pain to forge jerked hurt from fish-stains
and, oo, deafeners of blinders appear trained to hear dark-flirts while posies murder champagne

Huh? These hollowed daytimes where we spend our lifetimes snippets across feathery flame
Huh? These haloed night-times, where we end our bedtimes rickets across murdery pomagne
and the incesters of the past get happily maimed; and the sexers of crickets abuses grey rainbows
with emptiness and myrtle pappy pets
Huh? These are, both eternally and forever, interfused with Hermetic debts; and, oo, finners wreck
all cruel creators of sweet memory; and, Uh, when devils crisscross, pickers of binders kiss desks
Huh? Huh? I shall fight my cranial Buddha bonnes until the very utmost end

Eh? Eh? Tut-mutt-Pucker: OO, a crazy mazy fascinator of revelries will huff up lungs till ribbons
become vinegar and cunt-pasted; and, O, where parental pods spill red muff then feathered curtains
get manxish; and, lo, weevils that expand for quoit-gals suffer limes; and scratchmen whose passion
petrifies de cranial scareman must swiper a pisser of bols; and, sss, sandlers, bust, tauten gardens
Eh? Eh? Tut-Maa-Trackler: OO, a hazy depleter of ole molls must use incesters for rotted crusts

La!!! These are our mallard days where we sleep forever; and these are our sleep-wanking gusts
which, once sent to sail then die, appear to curl across weepers; and we will weep for the sun's gusts
La!!! These are our ballad eves where we creep together; and these are our sleeping whores whose gusts
become guggling
La!!! An expedential pussy power will benite docks with false boats; and, when once skin swims, tops
may well extemporise honey hours

and we will own the owler's hooting sadness
and we shall stone nests with booted head-heart madness; and we must use dogs for dinners. Uhh?

Oh. Hecklers star-found in carmine feline canine blood-vests will sentinelise the sons of spindlers
Oh. Cheapsters car-found in orbital brain-wine will hereby, once pented, shave red gusts from pinners
and, lo, with the shouters of the sweet rain, missiles under wide spunk raises bread-crust from spilers
Ohh we will become the router of the clock while we Mars-ravel into rude Times
and, sss, once across a good time, mentalisers of weed carve gravels from rigid papery pig-signs

O-Hah..!! tut-tutter-pee-peer-plumer; I have entertained podgy lilter piglets with a female lard-spine
O-Hah..!! cuttler-scutter-pealer-desdemona, I have fragmentise river droplets with a female calf-clime
and this whole wild world has never meant anything to me
O-Hah..!! as far as i can see, the TaJ Mahal is a bloody tin-can; and,
oo, dusters of capering cunt-caverning dick-paper becomes fused to hands then left to murder me

now!!!

*
the naked nitrates of a sad and sleeping town
will now infect eyes with clouds
o skies slide into roods
o wives widen under foods
and a bed of nuts
falls apart.

*
the riders of red ruin mount easy steeds
the riders of death's ruins
saddle a dog of need
and the baggers of greed fall from seed
and we swallow dragglers
o

raiders of mad midnights dream about
easy magic moons
and the sun at night shines upon drought
and we raise a river from sand-dunes
o

the saviours of the killed pray for fathers
the lovers of the spilled play for mammas
and a boat of flesh
sails unto the stars inside salt breath
and a skein of sex
swallows hands and knees
o

ther riders of red ruin don silly tweed
the razzlers of death's sneeze
abuse blue hankies where a bed of sleaze
wallow under city thieves
and a bun of rice swipes coded leaves
..
once upon a day of deaths, i saw sex
dropping her arse.

*
arses open soils into flowers
marshes open oils into towers; and old men
hold cold female hands
and old seagulls snap sand across women

arses open soils into flowers
cases carry boils, and a fountain under sand
eases coins into showers

o once upon a keen time, i saw an island
sailing away down a sun-beam
o once upon a dream-time, i saw England
shining like a sun

we have the local games by heart: the guns;
the never-to-be-forgotten sea of old mums
and the washed wives of lost seasons
.
arses open into flowers
marshes open coils into flowers; and chicken
serenade old eggs where picked thumbs
sunder body-cake
and we will hide power
underneath coded children
..
the dunnies of the easy dead dream of rape..

trappers of torn teenagers trample good blood
rappers of stormed mean riders
rob a rose of bones and glass
and a stiffener of stone has mental mask
o

*
ahhhh-
what now for peacocks or peahens but
stained seas of soft feathery sea-sluts,
what now for kine or kids but a tree of torn
soldiering ethereal cars
and when once machines end, then storms
will shake god's lilting loving ghost-star
and dying angels glint like red Mars

oo
idolising graves grasp grass
spurted rode caves clasp glass
and empty haunted human farms closedown
and scented human fingers penetrate god's ghost-town
ssss

a lady in a lace hangs shoes, and sound
stamps sex to guilty elemental deaths..

*
The plates in this house are filled with ice. What might I say about
the women I have not known? They are are strangely strangled - killed
by their own vice for self-murder. Let me tell you about heart-ache
and the loss of love; and I have known too often the nephalim who
troll the cactii of my mien with foreign lip-gloss. There are girls
nearby who beg and mendications cannot seal this mind with anything
other than the space-alien. And what should I do except resolve my
soul to the cause of Capricorn and Cancer? My star-sign is derived
from its dissolution and in that dissolution lies the slaughtered
archer. There are real reasons why I shall not try to flee from the
skies of my birth-constellation. Midnight in December is a bad time
for slaves. For slaves are then enslaved to the saleswomen who delve
noise for its coins. I am an xmas hottentot?
...
hashy harbourers of dammy gaols hit aside a walloper's robes and
mashy nazi flavas dig clammy gales and witterers feed horse-hams
and a lazy crusader for drammy vales rapes a crocus with dog-jams
and a crazy lakey expander of red grails caps a cunter with cat-clams
aahh once below a bled bonce, a carrier of killer spunkers sea-dams
a cartel of fanny leaks that feed all wombs; and a worm in edams
smiles just like an ear-dressed maggot; and a wifler of a roman ram
waffles scissor shakes from dizzy ingots; and a pisser in a salt-scam
scatters ideal romancers of pissy skin-spots. Oh, while ants grieve
then termitic breast-bags burst under sun-shots when antled seed

finds dollar boys narking after knees; and knees seat catty seed.

*
arctic monkeys shovel
Flints and penny puddles
Ah active money shoves after green hovels
And, lashed to ladles, we must swim where lies
Cut wide wives from
Salt silks and lilac sea guns.

Aladdin plays the field
, paladin pushes asses into robed seals
And, here, there is a dyed void
And pout boys will sweat inside a void
And we shall dig for fat fingers
And we will drain molls from mongol rivers

*
"The pest of a mad child, with all limbs gone,
Dare not feed the glad till cellves seem glowing."

work-in-progress title: these dummy boys bay where i overlaid my countless senses
first draft poem then poem-song

these dummy boys bay where i overlaid my countless senses sneer
O, as fazers fade, a leader of hair cums shouting
La, as soft cars rage, a believer in air cuts lovers while painters of tears
get smacked to hot brushed bits

these dummy boys bay where eyes thunder-shave stasis from grey spheres
O, as failures rave, a bleeder of spies guts lovers from faces
and, sss, we will expand cellves from skies as blenchers rip
after coals and coda

*
these dummy drays where sweet squirrels overlook man's imbecilic dance
must, once sprayed, yield fear to signals; and, O, where sex uses plants
then, wee-washed, blurrers of spears send soft hands to prayer; and, cunts,
bunked, burn sex to swift deaths

these dummy drays where sweet squirrels use hooks for rams and spunks
appear dusted by slaves; O, a neon buttoner moves rooks for cans while saps
become heart-fed to butters of bunchers
and, sss, defiers of lead ooze forevermore; and cellves quake

*
these money days that lead deniers to darkness come sharpening baby-bowers
O, once across defiance, red peerers made sadness come for ruby winders
O, as duskers fall from bread, weird jade courses from guns while sliders scour
feverishness

Ah, a blader of listlessness sears waves from horses, and a sunbeam's flower
appears restless; and, La, coverlets, slayed, spins for sauces; and red flour must
contest boobs with fat cat-laps
Ah, a blader of mistiness sears naves then cracks

*
these are our papered days that yield dogs to masters; and, uh, when we layer dicks with drums
ole caperers, scoured, will split fielders with fasters
O, as lilters cry, dummy minds must hit casts while blamers of fingers cum slicing dairy-thumbs,
and, sss, when pelters ride from craps, masts will smile
O, as pushers of gems writhe for goldtrap, madam marsh will telephone pure bone

these are our papered days that seal gods in pastures; and, uh, when we layer slit with loud livers
heart-headed towers, empowered by reels, spins for cabers; Uh, we will perfume killers now
O, the ripplers in my small town will seat bins on walls
O, the pimpers in my small crown will heave winds from drawls
and, when once pincers scry for sound, weepies of autumn stalls sprawl when leaves fall

away

*
these bladdery wet days where we moisten tiles with tornadoes will harm beds with dials
O, where bones stone-cross hair, weepy wed wild kid will come scattering
and, when once scones drop, staring wheezy wide kid will come scarpering
La, a defiler of cunt forces rot to sire bled biblers from gigs; and as heated pony-piles soothe
caddy clothes, we will sodomise dicktators with bubblers

these bladdery wet days where we force voces to dig potatoes will harm bread with bile
O, where droners sloane-gloss prayer, smelly socked voices change farms for ginners while
doomy dilators of dredged dromes must sink mental acritudes underneath thunder-style
and, sss, as easers rub pledgers, poems must slink across dizzy daddy moon; and star-wiles
hereby murder cradlers

La deflamers of magic cocks shine aside gold bloods and, licking, lacy lazed mugs will ride
directly across tragic pop; and, oo, wives to odd gods use pickings for craziness
La defamers of flashed rock signs for eyes and bods appear searing dazy deus under breasts
O, we will vault bums as we design soft wide hands
and, whence fuhrers screw glass, benders of proud brands bang in twixing seasands
and, wee-washed, shrillers, bathed, render god from shrouds

and the peerers of ten million horse-hearts must will devs to crowd pissers with islands
and, luh, vampers of Zen will sharpen sparks with dills; and, lo, traders of sisters use Man to
sunderise flashy phoenixes
and, la, where faces stop, then a beller of easy penises helter hods with gobby fused Pan.
and, sss, once along rot, a skin of cellars came causing rot-and-roll while cardials rammed blues

Uh a city by de mumblers will come for heifers where cows climb high; O, as neon sweet moods
appear spread, a bodier of mills will most certainly flower like a moon-hide; O, as xenon moves
atride genius drivel to fierce death, then emulsifiers of towers become sprermy
Uh a city by de fingers will come for hustlers where wayfarers spine lies; O, as neon sheet-snoods
get layering, a fanny of a clit-fardler must clasp christ's judas-bearers;
and, oo, i espy radiophonic rosettes made vast as life's sawdust blarers when fatherers
feel after flotsam

and the peerers of ten billion baggy mule-horses get riven across a bended knee-hand, and witherers
may well accuse breasts of easing budgies under faces;
and, oo, while de faceless heads of ladies sunder aces, a repleter of cases rocks for rot-and-roll
Laah, we must hedonise all beds
Laah, we must use ole guys to wed sweat to mamma

Lo? once above a widower, mummy Isis shot pangers with geigers; and, Lo, a candy precipice
takes a sneeky peek at windowers whose ideal bottom burns
and, once weakened, rattlers at backdoors move model bottoms under perms;
and, o, as a squeaky tin-can rivals the metals of the Taj Mahal, a diviner of oyster-firms lease
some caddy cocoa-candifiers to dummy devils that fashion craners from easter-farms; and, Lo,
when an easy gasfire mixes defilers into honey, cappers of crazed kitchens thrum

Uh? the drooling beast-modellers whose zoo-fires use ash for animal stereos must benumb us
with chocolate builders; and, sss, boozers with beer-mires may be seen chanting about sawdusts
and, o-la, while venereal bakers cut butcher-bake from spires a mansioner in panting routs bun-busts
and, oo, while cardial washerboys cut tissue-rapes, a brinder of a stationary wind parts cheek-tusks
Uh? the drooling beast-modellers whose Isis Mamma got gravy from de davy skin came despising
all daffodils and acrid anatriptic sparrows
and, oo, when jonquillers jump kissifers then macadamers will become as spermy as gal-gallows

Eh? the tidying torrential rivering teenagers that sugar-expose labia to stains will enhearse meadows
Eh? the deriding dementias of one zillion killing strangers will teeter underglasses; and, O,
here and now, as i wag god's head, i espy a sex dragooner whose xmas-feather falls to dust-pans
here, where mazes crisscross, a heralder of a dead poltrooner rises from easter-eggers while god's glans
extemporises tanners from murderous bed-breaded masque-mariners

Uh, the wives of March wilt for lousy hubbies and familials vermillion creeps will make skin shatter
Uh, the Ides of spunks spill for maddies; and, oo, whence iced pinions strip gills a braker of smetma
must water-bead-enclose a jeery keen green genoa inside spiced sweet bullions
Uh, the wives of hearts tilt; and deflamers of city cries must eat-up all wheat as meteors aside vermin
gets crunching, just like a real brain-apple; and candifiers of cuts shooteth up and up

O-La
....
*
we espied a reason for all four seasons
we dream of deaths where a slighted prism
ignites parrot-light with satyrs & geezer cards
& we abuse a miller's trails
& we noose a fax of sails where necky cars
shard underneath sky-dyed veils,
..
the grievous garlands of the rammed raid riders
ohh ahh hoh
what were we dearly doing where a red tiger
star-crumpled a kid-machine inside a globe?
,. la there is no answer
uh this life must cut the dancers

& we espy a radio of reins walking a pony's
heated genius rainbows
.. as we grope then glide & as we use babies
then we drop god's knickers under clothes,

the plashers of bald plaits peer into rubies as
we slasher for a bound worn bat
& we supper for eager nests as egged gas
glisters when a ball of butts snaps a capped
crusade of idiot-ivories?!

we are the dog-men as we are night-men
ah, we are the cat-hens who rode from gems
& we are wed a boar & a german one
& we ride a dead whore where gold cum
shooteth up with braided sidler's semen
....
ahhh
ohhh
ehhh
tut-tut-tut-tu-tut
ahhh
ahhh
cut up by mush, we ascend a fake-flower
& dunny budders of sweet wee
wallop easy fingers with galloped hours
....
does this wide world weep none at all.?

*
as the summer dreams of eyes come back to life
fat needle-nights of fond felines drop a candle-christ

Thus, in the maundering morning of a sinless day,
Jack and his wife set sail for a north-south grave...

one of the suns is shaped from midnights but cannot
spiral from the stars of heaven's tears..

immense slashed eyes wash away a correspondence with
old rollered eyes that rain away a footpath under kids.

*
i deal a queen of hearts where darts
hurl dangerous knives
i seal a dream under carts when cries
weep across wives
and a bed of eyes swims, swims, swims
and a head of eyes
breaksdown
ah

the idiots who hear death will always
spin bad coins
the egits who near death will always
spin sad coins
and we learn to join couplers with sin
ah

i deal a king of hearts where darts
hurl dangerous knives
and a bone of glass swigs love-hearts
and a drome of drives
swims under mad men and dustcarts.

*
the easy riders of the tipping rain
adjoins old glues to hissed pain
o as a baby rider raises red-eyed rain
a pusher of pulled prams
peer into baby eyes
and a grave of lies guides a blind vein
underneath obsidian plectrums
and we learn about the killed
and we burn
O

*
O if a feral female shopped deaths,
plied woods, gnawed, should sex-hiss
under blandering blondered snow-lips.
anywhere where beads blow, gnits
must cellar under beaky hairgrips

with
governments of shits
and bended eyes and earless scripts
and six sawn wives and fearless hits
any child, any world, may well surprise
fazed Alice with a neat disguise
..
o for baboons, i cooked some chimp-glues
o for bassoons, i fried some moneys
and the families of my hard cape
collars dimes where pound coins flow
from diggory tears
..
as we yearn for coke, then we hear
white birds flown outside grey gear
and a sunny stapler
suffers cruel kegs
and a moony cager

wallows in fire when we heed
grey trolls and old giddy

hidden weed.

*
the frowsties of a rainbow shine under
billy carts of appled thunder
o the aviaries of a bird-blow sunder
silly dartings of deaths & Mothers

as a swig of timed wine drips, then
candy samplers of self-hits send
curved dogs to canine women.

we have swallowed our children
, & we have dressed fake humans
& the wizards of the killed
slap a forest drive as messed men
dweeb against nine lost winds.
...
i have tended to drink all year but
my dunny tongue tastes just like a slut
- ah i awake in dark evenings
,.
long ago where once i like eating
i saw the sidled cunt of gold-grieving
walloping my jacking ma-ma?

easy to relive sex then a cell-summer
whips an iron pastry from shelly
caked seas where once i saw baby
messily breeding in two lost rivers
& i caught cellves climbing down
from timed cradles.

o i recollect failed callers who
drowned,
...

*
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
O
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 haired 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
O
& since we have let a lost girl fear us
& since we have let cold women rust
Then we have gummed
Rocking guns with old lust.

*
"These ragged men i have to seize will
Forever mount pylons while raping fields."

jdb 10/03/2022.

work-in-progress title: The Closing Petals Of One Billion Lost Flown Flowers
first draft poem then poem-song

the closing petals of one billion lost flown flowers in scented cells hereby ensun gaoling rose-rubies
La, a grassy sea-skull gets sweated while some bone-brines use guns for motels
and, oo, once along bulls, a weepy smile of some cow-caddy gets stunned under hostels
La, a glassy mind-milker stirs a sleepy wild god under easy pulled daisy cow; and old doobies
get lashing after heartless curves

the closing peeblers of one billion crossed cane-flowers will hereby swell for cum; and hotels
must become bombed then left to star-powered terrifying fields
O, as deus stops dead, a kisser of blue cars appear slain by rills whilst bodiers under weals
hip to a sweet loaf of jazz-breads
and wivers of sweet coats must murder angels.

*
rainers of demure failures appear cunted by cables; O, easy radio fucks noise while reels
become pee-anointed; and red tears suck after cradlers where a dizzifyer of boys rends weals
directly across denuders of clams
O, dilators, drummy, delve for rams while cheap hands must sirenise oaks with wigwams
and, La, while messengers eat lost clams, smilers must abuse defilers with boats

rainers of decorous bad boys appear slunk under sandals, O, easy rodeos fuck toys while
shielders of infamous tom boys sink slivers aside ole sandals; O, easy meadows will rile
every single baby-song
and, sss, we will fragmentise ruby playboys whose famous fanny-grip must junk de wild

*
oo, a fatalism of a sweet flower fuses thumbs to petals; and, sundering by, english men
become pelted with lemon towers; and, sss, when angels turn, grey thundery kicked men
appear sweltered;
and, when once tears get high, huge roller rocks may well flow from some salted serum
oo, a fatalism of a meat flower fuses guns to metals; and, mumbling by, british chicken
will hereby sirenise dead vulva with roping ridiculous infamous killings

oo, a natalism of a fleet flowers causes mums to starlet rams while sheep under bitumen
will forever sky-form dirt owlers with saucers; and, sss, ideal peckers under red reasons
become taunted by mornings;
and we will cum for earrings as, figged, summery islands fasten felts to warmings
oo, and here comes a sexy pepperer of riggery;
and, whilst tigers get gone for sexy puppet cat, cool ladies get softening for illings?

*
as coded easy petrels nip soap inside bath-blood, a century of old folks will use hands to
city-snare towns and angels and, oo, whence spunk flowers, guilty gold blokes use drams to
sodomise beds with scram
and, sss, where we suffer edams, a beller of bicker bands appear salted by vaults and seasons
and, sss, when we strangle sedans, a killer of hitlers must use cats to sear bat-beds; O, sirens
come shrilling now where i hear the sirens and maim drowned rivers.

as coded easy petrol tits must fuse bleeders with dickers; and, sss, a faceless flown reeder
must fail to sneeze while clown-clapped in myslexia
O, we must flail where we ease townsmen aside keen anorexia; and odes to closers suffer
multiple sex-deaths
O, we must delve for King Rex as we scurry across heart-headed sty-odes
and, sss, i espied daddy franco come hushing pups with fart-embedded dream-clothes

uhhh. These are love's mallard endless midnights that linger atoned aside screen-toes
uhhh. These are god's naked aimless mad flights; and a bully underwater dons de rose
uhhh. Whence bubby vultures dig for sweet sad spires, slakers of tights must use ole troves
to fragmentalise a new town with pig
and, sss, once across a dime, a heavily english kid exchanges one million dollars for 50p
and, laa, we will come scattering evenings where a fix of a flame nooses wallahs

oo. a leader of some swanny evil eagle-Zeus has to ride a glass moon; O, walrus weed
comes shafting dreary bunny seagulls with fan-juice; and, sss, riders of doom will force greed
to heap up some mental make-up
oo. a reader of some swanny devil book hisses whilst files sear planets with female yoyos
oo. and protractors of daddy regals hook missives from god-guile
and, once along a bone-bed, caddiers of candy-rooks will ignite cells with sweetened shadow
and, sss, i once saw my long dead great grandfather reading books to pigs

uhh. These are our palace days where we wash cool stores with dangerous basin-cribs
uhh. These are our calous days where we splosh cruel claws when drowners soak squibs;
O, a smuddler of carious cold-clays heed beads
O, a huddler of viscious soul-slaves heave seeds aside maws when solid core human leaves
will hereby write home to tell the long dead family about holy grave-seed;
and the evil devil sun must now taint swiggers with mouths

La? The dafflers whose friends are daddy rich claim crayons from ostrich-canyons, O, deeds
come sweltering behind god's deadly backdoor
La? The massers of spew befriends a wealthy vagrant whose evil kids live indoors; O, leas
will come scuttering; O, miragers whose human sky-tent moves devilry to tithes
and, when once picklers get gassing, a nippler under tie-scent moves revelries to Ides as pies
issue some schoolered body from a granite sweet-sky
and, La, luscious fathered macaroni women mount a clotheshorse while shits go crying
and, Uh, precious diviners hoist flaff from raveners and deepening gut-guile treads driving
blubber rain

Eh? there are tawny teethers that once bled mint-mouths to silent death; and, once crying,
exposers of carded mourny rats will course in de deep South where marmalades in scrapings
gets nakedly abluted with tines and combed hills
Eh? there are mounters of peepers that inceive buds bone-bred; and, sss, a native to creamings
will, once bound, shutter mealy molders with immaculate beer-bled sickled bands;
and all this wild world seems dead today
and every single feeder seems murdered; O, a sylvan moon vixen hereby howls after killings

Luhh.

*
clarify carrion comforts where a woody female press shits aside pinions
O shakers of clarion chairs reap gentlemen's fatal desk with instant prisons
and a baker of butchered hearts blinds a deli dolly down a deck of pinions
and, la la, eyes sleep for ghosts and, ah ah, wheaters damage cold prisms
and colt sparks ravel down a cat's back where a waxy wolverine pinions
drastically drawn slides with star-combed babied ashy breakers of mols.

*
slitterers of sea-psalms pee underneath hooters of winklers and sea-shed meat
and a bud of silence sharpens lud heat and, la la, i scent a naked Buddha when
odes to faces fish after coded Bethlehem's booming baby bounder boy. Sin
jolters under pillows and causes dead men to cry from out grey waves; and old blues
drop down a town where citied dead blues, and fablers of false fashions feed gems.

O fizzy framed fatalities swallow sleep and we grab for gabbers when grey meat
gets fed to pussies; aaaaaahh men creep, creep, creep when pharoahs weep
and shadowers smell of genital sleep and mallowers mete knives to glue-jeeps
and an army of olden vapid sleep locks a loomed worm inside body brine-bleeps
ah ah ah, as a dollar in an english town sells aldebarren bones to sickly money
then a gorilla under station-sound suckers wellers of vacant drones to gay hiney

slitterers of sea-psalms pee beneath prams as parambulated monkeys cut sleep
with dogdy flown huge hands; and winkerers of cunted beddy honeys kill sleep
and, la la, a weeper of wig-rams sweep under pinkerers of pallish grey junkeys
and i idolise a deadener of a false fucker with gay tides and ancthered cavvies
.
O.

*
as coded easy petrels nip soap inside bark-bloods, a century of old folks will use hand-arrows to dicky-snare crone-crowns and
sss, sand-bred angels must sodomise bed with winged scans
and, sss, where we suffer edams, a beller of bricker bands appear salted by poo-vaults and hammy seasons
and, sss, when we strangle dead Pan, a killer of hitlers must use cats to sear batted body-beds; O, pricky sirens
come shrieking now where i hear the sirens and maim mouthed rivers.

as coded easy dettol tits must bruise bleeders with dickers; a faceless flown peasy reader
must fail to sneeze while clown-clapped in doll-myslexi
O, we must flail where we ease townsmen aside keen anorexia; and odes to closers suffer multiple sex-deaths
O, we must delve for King Kongers as we flurry across heart-headed sty-odes
and, sss, i espied daddy franco come hushing peal-pups with fart-embedded dinky blind-pogues

uhhh.

*
over, i will cut a glazed rose down
ah, as winter shuts, then our town
will disappear into
twinned blues of daylit crowns
& i received from you something which
would never sit me down?

ohh pursed lips at love's receiver tips
a chestnut whore with a fag-fix
& a bed of wynds cuttles
coves of corpus christie- ah, trips
will surely end?

dour mental men who mend hens
don the urbane juices of
a classed city whose faithless lens
extends cauls from the bodies
& we lean into the lamplight when
bald booers bag
saucy iris-sea-crags...

from beneath a duel earth, i
suck a nut & face in to a lie.
& liars curl
into a clever red-rose ball?!

*
Leaping louring seas end in satin sins
Gilled kissing seas hiss and eyes are tides torn from castles and
leaping laughing rivers eat sailed stoned cut hot men and
we feed on a drowned child

any good words said should astound the whole religious world
and god was our own personal idiot remand
and whippers of wax drive across a miraculous island

easy dreams are sadly raised from doters of hearing
easy dramaturgy sends blue theatre to vaulted fearings,
and a father to a dead sea-foal
surely hisses for bed

the signal sun is in lost sky as a devilry of cancers grip to
easterly arising city thieves
and i suppose we haver to say
that all poetry and science are much the same,
the dreadful dichotomy is the human void between
...
we signify pain by appearing young while old; and
wiveners of rain will succeed a keen smile with hands
and the rivers star-astounded by fierce islands will ram
all life and light and self-inceiving
foetal brigands

these are our mallard days.

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

jumping jazzy gaolers nip for locked sky
..
*
The bullies of a grey world hit a lantern lit apartment
& a stream of gays grapple
when, locked, a lynching clod cuts old sea-rent
o a bay of kids craps where old ashed chapels
send rude herpes
under nude hard leaves. This side of loots
we strike curvy keeling solar roots. Under boots
we don a shroud-sailed girl
& we wed the rain....

the bullies of a gay world hit a bitten ointment
& a case of Eden
wallops cranes with fairy hands - Oh, scent
stoppers carred coves & a baddy in a wet den
drags soap for five seasons....

I have cum deep inside my heart as eyes
have punished sleep with slowed louse-skied
dog-dammings of bled sweat boxes. Men
don evil shelves
& we cut celled bricked bells

*
The mental madam moon is five zillion leagues away; O, granular angular stalls hereby snap blue-money
and, when once shrunken, easy wide wives seize clay from all trades while pushers of crap use monkeys
to memorise chimping ape god
Ah, when once red sermonics leash Los to sods, a cleanser of an indoor garden gets withering for bloods
Ah, when once bled pnemonics feed DOS to rods, a deceiver of an outdoor hard-on will whitter after

everything

"And the purpose of Poetry is to sum up the misery of the Universe..."

THE END.

work-in-progress title: the figgy faceless veined fixtures of one million deaf men
first draft poem then poem-song

the figgy faceless veined fixtures of one million deaf men must hereby shout out aloud
O, dippy spacelessness features in one billion deaf hens;
and, sss, while we ride from sleep, then we shall radio shrill denial; and we must use crowds
to sunderise distance with deforming factory defilers

the figgy tasteless brains of veiled sex-tinctures fuses Herod across Hermes while mouths
appear rendered; oo, a bad bed falls
oo, once surrendered, cruisers, spread, force long barked boats to sink under malls;
and, sss, we must abuse rivers

forevermore

*
the draggling sold story about masked wrens will hereby ensiren kids with crafted drawl
O, the haggling gold story about masked hens will hereby enpylon pig with masted drawl
Ah, a painted roller tory gets swiped by guilty gold-silver
and, once along a day in a sad world, fathers to salts must use rivers for city-gall.
the doomy diggers of stella caddies become lost in idle sides as a beller of biddy drawl
shoots arrowers then die

the draggling sold story about cloned claspers must cause picturers to pocket acids
Lo, as LSD floats by, a body-lout whose arse-nick rusts must
come scattering flutes where somebody mad as lick gets fed to ideal trouser-dust
O, bedragglers at the sides of hair must
shout out aloud for Midas dries

ahh

*
these are our ballet days where we layer songs with watches; La, as endlessness snarls
then, pouted, a certain Madam Naples must serve porn-tables to cars
O, timelessness exceeds a blue navel
O, signals, flayed from seed, drags pony-mules for sable;
and, once across a fast sneeze, cakers of stony rules appear fed to Madam Fables;
and, oo, a driver in de past queases for peppers

as a giggy gaggler inside weed gets smoke-shafted with ringers and pee-macadams
and, underneath belters of sighs, deckers of rafted kiss-fingers will anoint serums
La, a baby in LA strikes gobs
La, a lidded man in LA forges sleep from US pythons
and, when once kidders cross, meat must thrum forever and evermore

*
hispid heroics of laden lady-droughts wish along a special stone; and the Ides of lost red marsh
appears, once stoned, as disabled by piss while songsters groan
O, a patented buddy bone will suffer light where shouters of sloane seize wives from arks when
doomy punchy pinky plume-rings must appear fed to drones
ah, a painter of dementia, sweated, uses fear for bread and cartoners in care homes must rend
definers of washy drowned digitalis;

lo, hispid comic kine will feud for fakes and we must sweeten cuts with skinners; and children
hereby sunders wine with clothed wars
Oh, a mumbler in mind rids mothed claws with scans as pornosapphic mess comes sprawled
directly within plangent poolers of american stools
and, when once brides cross, bodkins get shat on

and a focuser of venal smaltz must assign loans to holy cats; and, sss, a mettler of guns run
definers through with minotaurs and cyclops at all nice eyes
O, as we connive and arise from penal paws, dirtiers of tikes must rent nice pets to tribes
and, la la, conical seasand must arrive homeward with all opened doors falling into evening
O, a feinter of comical gardens entusk all men with nice pies

Lo. The driplets of abuser's forceps get dropped in a drop-tank; and idlers, spliced, ride
directly aside bended green star-decks
Lo. The driplets of accusers dream of pecks when a starry mind-moon slices head-hide
and, once across giblets, screamers, once sexed, uses deniers for head-dunes; O, cries
hereby cause fillers to shriek
and, sss, a vastness of blues scent closed sweets deep down within candy curtains;

and, uh, as we ride to carved county sleep, we will enpipe neon libs with iron ons

Eh?? The utmost entropics of a westend blackhole hip to a small space; and ligons
get off; and, sss, a rainbower of a waxen arse-vole gets captured by taste; and tigons
get crossed; and, sss, a veinous blue glue-flute sharpens debtw with sweet waste
O, a pearler of reptiled lists eyes rigid serpents
O, a pealer of snakey lips eyes sweet lizard-reverence
and, when once human slip, christed icemen cometh; and a statuesque head-daughter
stella-nips a bad cat in a female cellar
weavers of cave-rats spin from dirtiers; and devilishly filthy knickers get slaughtered
with keen wives whose magical killers

ensuck blown fish-gut with great green genoa and the pie-boys who swill blue meat

Luh..the entoscopic exothermals of ideal animals glister as wound human wheat
guzzles rapes till toxic ivies burn;
and, sss, when eyelets cross, a bath of sperm surrenders a bad gal to cut feet
O, a galleon ship-creeper that enhaloes de mad with Decembers slide from sleep
and the barks that stella-strip holy cranes from dads whip phonies while kittens
come burrowing candy castlers inside trains
and we shall hereby sullenise a dude of a day as we catch a bus to god's grain
and, sss, where eyelets stop, a bed of sperm moon-clambers where lips ensermon
cuttlers of beers and beard-glass

Uh..the eagerly pasted ragged madam-men who rage at god's alabaster room is,
when once chained, assaulted by meadow children; and, ah, where riders fizz, pig
becomes jolted under blue beans and amazing Israel;
Uh..the furious vine-snail that slides up ceilings split sex-atoms; and writers in rigs
appear ferine and fast, their eggy desks of pomes as fragmented fisher men fish for
eagerly executed madam mermen;
and, sss, when fish-shaken rocks get wave-slaved, extenders of pisser men hiss for
diabolos and the wicked renal rockers that cause ideal bums to radio after slit-hordes;

and, oo, a vitrious spinal swimming-pool will beckon the infant drowned while birds
cum singing for fatal butterflies; and, skewered, dils will soften a small town as curd
gets sinking vaginal coverlets with dyed sugars;
and, once across a crime, eaters of riflers got glazed up and up where women flowered

eternally, always, and forever; and in the brains of the bicycle sheds, tutors seem stoned
O, i espied a school of feathers gone shrunken; and the lovelorn bombers aside groans
appear ill of bone-mind, with rotted matted hair and bad eyes gone glassy; and owlers will
sweeten de luminous churches that lead ratted scares to bad blithe sassies;
and, when once spunk cowers, we will use some illegal showers to murder ole daisies

Luhh. always, where my imaginary household left for an improbable war, chowders got
flexing all drink-swimmings; and, lo, a fishman whose plush ward sterilises powder, rot
appears rotated along sun-demented Ides of issuers and lush scores
and, oo, we must shooteth up for vampers as we must hollow cheeks with whores
Luhh. always, where my imaginary mouse-soul left for impossible moors, northern shot
will hereby forever, always and eternally layer vinegar sotto stores with bum-wine, and cops
appear car-strangled now?

uh.

*
o meningital massive men pen a poem on disease
o ladyers of passive women write about disease
and a spool of tears washes rain inside disease
and a pool of fears appear to death's disease
and a flower in a code bangs words for sex
and a tower under toads squirms like self-death
and readers of spunk pudendas summon old deaths

o meningital massive hens cluck as egged desks
reveal a teacher-snake to old veins that star-wreck
idioms of stupid children babies who know nothing
ahhh, as blinded hell-bells ring then loving's neck
breaksdown for heavy cells and idiotc sex-necks
and a keen old bendy bell rang a tocsin's ceilings
and a mean gold empty dill sank hiders under
codal oogled snap-screened babied bad lumber

o a tree of pure night sips from gardened thunder
o a poet's pure tree drinks till death fills father
and a vase at sea swallows rashes from mirrors
and a case of bees spirals under doddering fillers
and, la la, my mental minotaur has come to murder
all whites, all chalks, all bloodied masks; and favour
glisters as men grow flavaed in their shed-shrouds

a meningital invective penile rash swipes plants
aside drunken meadows when hissing eye-cunts
cry for lazy dental gent-honey; and wicked cunts
sallow dibbly cheeks as a boarder of sea-plants
botanises dirt with devillers of filthy dirty junk.

*
a foreign flashed fool forces friendships under cloakers
a sovereign chest-course
craps across saddeners of horsed sauce when ropers
radio a moony of sonar skulls and lonely car-chokers

and bright radio is moaning about stoners of soapers
and, brewed, blind mallow sheds bright fires with soakers
and, brewed, mind-tallow sends knife-fires to slept smokers
and, noosed, bright radio is moaning just like loud trees
and, ladied, midnight voices cum clinging to dopers
.
a tongue in a mooted city sees the roads between us
made cold as fools:
dunny sweet fiends spool aside a planet of pure dust
and, capped, fazers of stools
see infant failures grinding closed pools across lust;
and an army of hands rams jarred jams as gold pus
sirens for easy islands
and bloody dreary islands float off downstream
and, opened, masy eerie sirens
cast clammers to easter serums inside xmas-blood

a gassed castaway in a lost jail hears God-Gob.

*
once upon a lie, we told tales on lovers
& once inside a mind,
messy believers rope a cunt-rind, &
where once a victim in a flower rams
dolly drapes
then vaginal gates open out under
star-risen apiaries...