- 'I don't think i've ever read something like this before. It was a hell of a ride, and i've read it twice now. It became like a shamanic chant in my mind as i read it, with echoes and harmonizing of ghosts...Haunting lyricism... I can hear Dylan Thomas reading it in my mind?... I don't know what to say. All I can say is your work is original - I say again: 

I have never viewed a poem like this before.'-       

First I thought of Ginsberg but it's more visceral and surreal than his stuff so it seems like you're channeling Burroughs;
and after sympathy for the devil by the Stones and Bulgakov you wrote this marvellous piece.-

 

 ..note:  james edward david bellamy has written 23,000 poems. He was born Dec .1972.

 

 

 

work-in-progress title: oo when keen easy faces are taught how to die
first draft poem then poem-song

 

oo when keen easy faces are taught how to die, a drover of pharoahs creeps beneath sounds
oo when mean dizzy spaces are star-ended, a denyer of gobs comes shitting underground
La, a gold fever, sputtered, stirs cars into wine
and, when once cripplers strip, a blinder of truths must fragment tears under sweet crimes
and, as we sail out to tricklers, grey diviners give hoops to husks

Designers of wallabies, kangaroo sawn, sticks a dizzy button up mucks where sex ends
O, a refiner of swiftening cream-corns rips a mazy glutton
and, once across a bleeder, dreamed storms dip muzzlers aside cities and river-seasons
La, a folded pealer, shended, screams for fawns while
doctorings, reelered, send body-screens to daddy smiles

Uh

*
The scatterings of venal toads must sharpen a dead frog; La, as music cowers, ladeners
must, when cut from pucks, use Eden for red embers
and, oo, when islets crisscross, users of whores will soddenise Decembers
La, a baiter of a scream loosens until rivers ride for dissemblers
O, and we will surely seize gardens
O, and we will certainly cry for ravens; and, sss, whence cabins stop, a sea of rapiers
gets, once spied, as easy to eat as a long lost fast dinner

Designers of wallabies, kangaroo stormed, stick a hazy garland underneath snappers
and we will forever, once burned inside scorn, raise a mazy dead land from clappers;
and the wind plays dead when the lunar suns burned sounds
and the swingers abed with gems hereby gets spurning for spurtive sea-scrappers
and, La, when bods at sea swill henna then
breakers of semen must shed dead seed across spermy diggers of gold chickens

uh

*
The cattling bee-boys who suffer signs then scream will hereby soften bulbs with margarine
O, a slider, sea-decoyed, uses mamma for men
and, sss, we will, once raided, use drama for children while sockers of brawls kick ava dreams
directly across hills where mad madam wades for women-dials
O, a sidler, sea-deployed, fuses dada with strickeners
O, a father find, slashering, noses mummas with dead killers

Designers of shadow-leaves must surrender dogs to wards; Uh, as painters get paint-stained
a devisers of gallow-glebes must suse lolled summers to award curs with incesters
O, we will sail on high forever; and, sss, a crazy bummer may well stir spils into dilators
and, once along a huge skipper, a creator of dilly summers will curve dills around millers
O, a rider for lugged lungs gets bolted to crates

and heart-forsaken drinks get floated where fishy felinities cause cods to burn for benders.

*
The easily heart-squelching designers of our dead worlds weep for de toad; O, a neon befriender
once picked, heeds blenchers; and the eaters of beds swirl sleep for grey robes
sss, as a bodifying blown monkey surrenders blonded girls to heat, an asexual cove uses defenders
to deify starry stella men with bleaching abuse of the sky-writers of odd men and boyish killers;
and, oo, a wilderness of friends gets savoured
and, oo, a deadliness of women gets trousered; and we will circus-circumsize reason as we render
a dogdazzler from a puppy wreck

Designers of day and night come sharpening gluey denier-dickies and the whirling chills of Decembers
appear xmas-vaunted and, sss, fathers to dewy heart-headed pickies come liddering baits with decanters
O, a carryer, closed, carries false flowers to a disappearing table
O, a marrier, slowed, marries fast towers to a surrendering cable; and a scrapper of eyes will write
directly back home where door-stops use nipplers for the baby-blind;
and, sss, a creator of hairs, with scissors inside pictures, send ruby rides to dictators.

Uh These queasy model hours of darkening sun-stripes hasten to verbal midnight and a birded bike
becomes embedded under dour god and, sss, a strippler of scarry starry cock-life jacks for dykes
Uh These queasy modem flowers greedily gun-gripe for serums and heavy cop-christ; and, ooo,
we will become bed-bitten
Uh, a fotal puppy cart will shelter cardials within kittens; and, oo, a patina of pacers peer aside kites while
a beller of dammy bat-bark sunderises mitchers of mittens
O, a crisis in a dammed heart, once pictured, forces fluid curtains to draw true blinds across river-wiles
and, sss, we shall ram de bodies adown kinema
and, sss, we shall slam de laddies adown bight cinemas

La The earth that we mainly murdered long long ago gusts with keen green genoa air; and, lo, sky-dials
will become looted by weed
La The ideal birth that we mainly mudered with show-crows flickers as leprous delvers abort need
and, sss, a whirling hamlet-steed begets killed cribs
and, sss, a whorling velvet bee becomes anointed with humblers of stinging metals that feed honey-stiles
underneath blithe streams when heated cooling river porters come drinking waves then oozing sleeves
La The earth we mainly murdered long ago hisses for stone-guns
and, Uh, an idyll of an earthly bruise-born mother child must render specs as blinded as sparrow-tiles

O The rancid lung-leering male pyramid that fish-fastens a damager of Sesh to dog Horus under smiles
has, here and now, dizzily spring-clean blown raven-headed vulture climes; and, oo, as a caker of dweebs
gets lanked from crowds, an issuer of stoned garlands beheads red buzzards; and old rhymes will receive
a patenter of guns from de blessed yet forevermore deceived
O The acrid mum-meeting, with kind hands shown, loosen receivers with hoaxers
and, here and eternally now, i espy blind rams get cloaking buddy bridlers from bones; O, heartlessness
comes riding aside shrouds

And eyes must always caress the sweet child and revelries in minds must forever kiss the Lady; O,
a bushel of a clay-grave comes pecking remanders from reveries while musty livers will stink for claws
and eyes must always caress the fleet child and votaries in kind must forever fuck the ruby; O, straws
becomes stuck deeply down a dippy drainyard that hisses after guts;
and eyes must always caress the dead bride as a sentinel to father cuts anointers from easy bed-cores
and, oo, once across a candle, i espied Banquo floating after gingers
and, oo, once amid red candles, i espied Prince Hamlet drowning for sindlers while de Jordan mauled
a darkener of ingenious sweet blackness

Uhhhhhhh; weebles will wobble in a deep hot bath; O, squeaky women will scud for hair-soap while
weedlers of tables come wood-broken sweeps for masques; and hoopers of hills terrify fucky vials which
come commanding doomy deadeners from warring masts; and, oo, when a masted Venus shoots de bitch
then a heterodoxy of impassable honey will surely feed the cardial poor rich;
and, lo, a smoker on its side will eternally slide from north north to bad west as butchers in a gold-ditch
become, when once broads burn, cellar-confused with forgotten mouldy vino and murdering blue-lips
Uhhhhhh; weebles will wobble in a hot bleach-bath
O-la; and the dead spoke unto me about the lime-blue lemon eerie oiks who blew fans down feathers

And riders of revolving calves run smelly waters aside dissolving baths; O, a breeder of Downs withers
directly across a dead sweetly stuffed canny canary; O, a believer in Mars issues UFOs from fevers as
ropily ramifying grey breads get shredded by grannaries; and, sss, rosettes in tissues stir crumbs with glass
And riders of revolving scars become bed-seated in a revolving bath
and, oh, red deniers harden for mums as revilers of spun toy-cars get sunken across impossible wet-grass

Eh?
*

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.

*
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
.
oo i have seen a mental cross made from fancies
oo i have entertained christening graves
and, la la, eynes under glistening lays
loosen deadly vinegar tides that burn christ's cage,-
ah, diners of defiance shed sperm along pizza
and a fallen male shoots cum with female naves
and, oo, a bed at night sleeps for blades
..
uh, uh. Oceans burn when mermen get scored
with damaging waves and whoredom made Law.

*
these scented imprisoned sea where bald infants pray
must soddenise a lady under bees
and a bed of bees sunders bees
and a ledge of ice carries fathers under grey day
oo a budder on a buddha cliff
seasons wine with wintry riffs
and an easy gal drops god's knickers
aside carved dunes where eaten cunted lips raise
drainy dromedaries from gardened mirrors
and, la la, i espy a mad scissor on a hill of graves
washing hands in lardy fissures

oo i have seen a mental cross made from fancies
oo i have jammed menstral ruin
and, once dined, me and my kind mien may well
launch leopard luncheons from coded easy hell
and, la la, i derived a city from its trains
and, la la, i denied me; and a cagey river-swell
suppered for meads and a beaded city-cell
and, once pasted, sleeves
will don the masks burned roses leave

and, laden with sucrose, my gibbet of a mind
has to fasten fists to ald fish; and, la, denial
drops a ladder under wrists; and odes to minds
swing for dispersible lions;
and, ooo, sun-scraping irons seals rain under
clackering corpses; and fingery fan of fans
sweats for fanatial vein-vans; and, once canned,
a rill-side wept from pansy cheek
gutters aside snipt dommy chalk-tips; O, momma
moistens tricksters with ideal leapers.

*
once upon a mind in the city, we shaved for
keen petrols & the emblematic baby who scored
squirted milky gems.

& a bulb of mice hits a rat-trashed sky &
the honey-hosts of death raise a sea-dram
- as we choke on de cherry, then old hands
ram down the female sherry..

o as for a fawn in a float, milky berries
drag a titty brethren for a far-out ferried
foal of flint & ash...

o i eat a candle when a prisoned flash
loops the hoot around a blinded lady
&, as heapers shoot grounds, then baby
will flee from the towns & carry mash
underneath forbidden friends?

hi-hey-ho, where once sin groans
may winnowers of a dead-hand foam
at widowers & broken hearths...

the dilly of the dazed is born from
lilly whites & yolky roods Ah, cum
slakes a bed-thirst,
& the bees of ash sting a dun gun's
eaten rifles.
...
oo as for a swarm in an egg-cup
may caged blued nippies suck a nut's
vaginal complicity...
?

*
with chalks and feathers and dunder-nerves
whistlers whistle in a fountain-head
o where marble fevers
flash into the dark, a hand-maid to bread
slops soft crusts down a bay of scisssors
and the silk-lips down the easy pan
hide rolled biscuits found in my cistern
and wihat with chalks and rubber broads
we must always chant for mental whores
..
what with hawks and phlegms and
reapers of pigs stalk
and waders of figged rock
blithe maiden melters will gorge crash,
and easy riders rock upon a gashed
blithe stool
oh a pelter in a rule measures corks
oh a helter on the drool
layers dragoners with yoyo fooled
adult children
and a mike in an amp abuses
codas of cicadas and blown nooses
..
kickers of picklers in the painted park
walk cats inside gold dogs
snippers of devil Hitlers sunder clogs,
and a clock timed by god's hearts
ticks a crazy candle
and writhers of sundials ride upon
vast valleys where a nipper of darts
hurls dangerous shadows where
dolly marks melt into urban hair

we have chalks and whites and petals
we turn a petrol face unto
cobras of slitherers whose blues
cannot stop rude metals
and the harps of sleuths suck up
damsel dragonflies and eaten shut
cunted brawl-nuts,
and we sermon after easters and
we siren after a body in a festive pram
and loaded slow-wormed snoods
shoot a leather baby.

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"& the purpose of writing great Poetry is to sum up the utmost misery of the whole wild stella Universe?"

*
Copyright JDB 28/03/2022.

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work-in-progress title: kickers of salt knickers  (a cantata)
first draft poem then poem-song

 

kickers of salt knickers weave wide sight from blinding deafening blue eyes; and, sudded, a baiter of white soap
gets scudded while revolving bathtubs burn
O, a treater of smiles will shoot dead gassy chandeliers while heapers of bled evil glued minds dam cudders across sweet dope
and, when once digs burn, then a ruiner of glassy scissor-tears must carry sexy loss to a nude day when white rope
becomes happily murdered by a moon-firm

kickers of salt kickers weave wild sights from grinding stiffening red eye; and, budded, a berater of striped oats
gets damaging all fields and all malls
O, a depleter of saul becomes damming drawlers while a kind kid whose faces yearn get lammed by city boats;
and, when once pig stuns mums, cramming crawlers dial a dead kid whose faceless pets seem shot by goaties
and, sss, we must become happily murdered by hands, knees, hearts and booze

uh

*
lickers of lucy locket will hereby send blonded bedsides to camphors and sin; and, pinned, easy romantics fuse
a buddy hector to eremetics; and, sss, a boner of head-skies will forge fangs from scrapers while aged sweet crews
get winter-summoned from red islands
O, easy gobbers inside hills will supper for forks; and, once cored, rotted applers surely get sucky as naked smoothes
appear rented to an evil sexless piecrust
and, sss, while we all use sleep, a driver of puss will sink some pinky prayer into surly wet puppies; O, easy plumes

will here and now seem fed to meat; and a rider of ills commands stinky scares with moggy army-mums; and rooms
slink for model kitchens; O, a wide bathroom seems killed
and, sss, once along miction, a blithe bedroom seems milled
and, sss, once along lichen, a blind gasrooms seems spilled; and, O, i will ride from rest until swift death gets done by
dragglers; and, where once figs fart, massers of screams will fade to bed-dust

uh

*
riders of ruiners will arrange lost flowers now; O, as we fragmentise sweet denials then we move cats to holy tears
O, riddlers, lobbed, spill cages from fast crows while eagerly dementing fleet red trials cum sweeping ducts from spheres
O, pistollers, hot, swill rages; and, la, i will use stiles to forge field-worts from bread-smiles
and, sss, riders of ruiners will arrange lost towns now; O, as we dramatise soft defilements, a dogdizzy cat-horde gives fears
to darksome chairs where a darting crossed crown swigs bunnies from danced lofts

riders, made meaty, will campaign for crosses; Ah, as we compartmentalise sweeties then we herd rats aside meadow-weirs
O, potters of pleaty dills soften champagne with cars; and, sss, weepies, doffed, suck milk-herpes from eyes seen in poxed
dizzy sapphires; and, once across blue sky-rain, hissing hot kissifers come lunging muckers from swift tithes
and, once star-rodded, a pactive incest pregnancy must shoot evil sex till stone dead;
and, sss, i espy defectives gripping to grained titties and, sss, i will appear let down until foxers go to impassable sleep

uh

*
Lickers of lady lanterns will storm the sun inside a hill; La, lickers of a grey tune fondles necks while breaking through
Ah, as painters of patterns swill worms, a delver of gills will hereby become coded; O, decks, dialled, use sweet clues
to nudify a united bed-dairy; and, sss, a drabbler of bills fuses family to guns

Ah, as feinters of kittens spiral for endless sweet tails, abusers of cateries will get stunned then maimed
O, and i espied a canine capitaliser come walking blueberry fields from west to east; and, sss, whence gaps crawl, crews
will board a false boat

O, and i espied a ferine clappy mentaliser made-up from cherry peal
and, when once mods swing, dementers of mind mixers get sizzling for weals that cause inner thighs to bleed.
Ah, comments about rings become seizured and a ladener of pizzling paper uses whores for instinctive beads and
La, weepers who search for pig-pen must climatise encumbered eyelids with dupers
and, once along a time in a crashed world, ensnaring sewers in prized ribs got happily murdered by pea-soupers;
and, sss, with all the five and country pastries that feed a rancid bird

Will hereby hotelise a venal pooing piss-pastor whose leadeners become sharpening dazzlers;
and, sss, some ears in nasal suits collonise disasters with bubblers; and, sss, caveners of razzlers will expand hams
directly across some rotted bacon apparently stored in god's golden backyards
Uh, a wicked weekend boy bastardises a sweetening incinerating waxen frontyard sand, sss, cushioners will dam us
with picturers of wicked joys and shovel canny disbelievers with candy kids and city wards

OO

*
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 towns
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

La

*
and slitters of florrid squirtive skirters will hoist a milky murmur from daddy moons; O, liquid forcers swing for enemies
and, ohh, a candide body bircher gets filled with a silky mumma whose daffy dunes become taped by winged penuries
La, a sweetener under totties got star-leached just last year
La, a depleter of lovers got car-bleaching while the students of fear suppered with tears; and, ooo, salters of families
must issue bended fathers from scar-scraping dials
La, slitters of cardives drag foods from martyrs as dizzy flirty skirt-slags ram down de sex powders; and, sss, memories
get glassy; and, ooo, birds in roofs get nesting after fizzy skirt-crags that temporise de sex owl whose hooting beak smiles
after a candy pigger of bed-pushers and changelings
and, sss, descriers of pertive heart-squirters will moisten idiot mamma-pepper with dazzlers and sweet ooze
and, O-La, dettols that sink cocks under goat will hereby fashion daddy dippers with cablers and ole rolled sex-booze
uhhh; and swellers of pertives entissue blood with bales as haunted hunted mast-men dream of England's stuffy lube;
and, when once passive pasts get mind-invaded, delvers of diamate timed machines will sit on a false sky where a tube
becomes wrapped around a newspapering dissuaded milk-funnel
and, O-La, petals that stink like a cock get piercing by a sloshed streamer where a dragoner of a lost spy strangles tunnels
ooo, as facelessness, heaped, hoots for a lost swine, de anancee pig at the isles where cushioners molest angled angels
hereby entertains mummy mouthers with crisscrossers of de daisiers of fig and luminous cafes gone downhill to interfuse
a defective rainbow dummy that fastens devil dervishers across dairies and titty cream-libs.

Uh; The directors of monkey monkies have come back homeward where baker-butchers send screen-digs to breast-bibs
Uh; The deflectors of honey honkies have come back churchward where butcher-benders send devil-dip to fanny-fibs
and, sss, a paster of donkey dreamers comes jazzing up for inspectors of air; and, once stirred, blue biviouacs of hair rid
all pulling pinning pink-pasturisers that use an innnermost head-heart hissifer to slumberise babby with parrot statues: O, rigs
will perhaps forever seem eternally oil-violent; la la; a beery cherry-caser under blurry beatlers and scarab wines gasps
and, lah, me and my peeking sneekered cunny strip devises berry-brakers under pearly quarriers and dirtying gene-clasps
Eh??... a directoire picker pussy powder comes puckering for deli-cakers

Eh??... a selector's ripper hissy power comes scuttering after disease-drakers; and these radio reels i see in a porn-plast
appear revelling; and, ooo, when once flour comes roasting, finger farters must extend blue rodeos to darkening masts

and we will forever give good head to a cruel wintry nunnery?

*
I saw silence-
I had been awaiting youth
And was cut down
It was a green Saturday
Hot beyond the town,
The very stones of silence
Spiralling
Down, down? O
What of beauty?
Only the statues remain?
Crumbling under wood smoke
Shops appear lost and closed-
Blown by bossed bombs
Beauty – yet shrill to life,
Drowns babes in a light,
And we are fed to viced
Dogs and wizards.
- Here there is decay,
- Here, banged sea graves
Swell up from dirty salt slaves
Fill up with evil fumes
And this space was
A towner under discoloured love
Sweltering within
The last silence of a keen God’s
Peaceful granite
Cocked spind
Mouths.
*
This raveller from the far West
Grows weary of Germanic tastes.
Here, in this shrilling room,
Death hangs just like a disk
On the sea dress of night,
That rises where drills
Fail to dig.
Behind me, dirt draws
A silent eagled image,
To swirl into life
Across the pods of life
A dazzling sauce of blue Christs.
Now, amongst green stars
The evening is late and deceived
Tit willows cry at the edges
Of bruised wild geese, and sedges
Rot, rot, rot
Oh-
The keen unraveller marvels for
Sailed nudes under pleasure-war
The eyes of sudden clocks
Countdown to dirty docks when
The silence of a might daff stem
Feeds knighted chapels to
Bees and brothers.
Farther ahead, crisscrossed
Across the moon, a fluid mosque
Swings from within
God’s gaoled Mecca, and
Hung from mean walls, dreamt drams
Suckle death with genoas
And, hurtled, a bed of Noahs
Sweep a bad beard from star-slams
..
Now amidst pealed bars
Duped tired loving gets drowned in
Hushed and hustling sky-sin.

*
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

*
and a schism of decrial ignites a spool of sleet
and a prism of denial ignites catted sparks,
and a widener of gals grips to a feline sheet;
and a glow-worm glows in my bed
and a wormy maggot-crow feeds from spread
bedded sea-hanged bird-weed

as a wounded mallower kneels upon defiance
then a giddy fat policeman kneels aside sense
and a charging widower
has to ask for the times his wife had sent
and, oo, a mauled Herod hits a child-scent
and, oo, man's murdered but now eager dove
dazzles for milky sawn table milkies,
and, oo, a war under porn sprays gal-bud
across a crisscrosser of ole bells and mud

and a schsim of decrial ignites a spool of tears
and a prison of red smiles leads sex to tears
and a basement in a thread
dam-stiches spind sins to hellish piss-bread;
and, Oh, me and my invisible daughter spread
dishy dishclothed kids with smoky sleeves
...

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

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Copyright JDB 29/03/2022

 

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work-in-progress title: the tardiness of torn masked venus has hissed now
1st draft pome then poem-song

 

the tardiness of torn masked venus has hissed now across temples; O, a carded curate of skin will use suns for tendrils
La, a paster of porn, basked, lives in a strapped town
and, sss, we hire whores to baths while deniers bedazzle crowds with signals
La, tractorings, swum, issues bastards to dials when all grey-green meadows give rise to ripped rain and lunacies
and, once when losers came, a loser of dudes spirals
down, down

graven gravellers will cause furs to flail; O, a masted sea-plate resounds within unicorn basins; and, sss, sweet fleas must
sense, hereby and forevermore, the moon's mixtures;
and, sss, as wizards die, a painter of dunes get slutted while a milker of a nut-raid will use hands for scissor-busts; La La
a deviller, sadly scorned, must give bread-head to mutted wiles while
wild winders, stormed, will hiss for bed-heads
and, sss, silk weepers will collide

the helplessness of pigeon-men will swill raven water; and, boozed, definers of egg egits must summon bones from candles
La, a pusher of spawn, carved, derives dolls from rain
La, helplessness, spun, must swill raisin veins while mixed pot-blood must sirenise deniers with ducts; O, stoning cradles
get fiercely eye-glutted
La, a casher of storms, starred, derives molls from Spain; and, sss, as bone boys flower, a kisser of pups will use angels
to sanctify bellers with rutted sea-scarves; and dolls use cindy-hands

graven gravellers will sit in the gravy dark; O, laden pussellers, plushed, come chewing along rivers that drown islands
La, a caresser of hills spit ships and the directors of maddeners, mushed, sharpen ceilings with divas; O, lost England will
hereby swill false urine
La, a dilator, marched, fasten bullies to tureens;
and, sss, we must hiss for gardens as trees will interfuse dills with marines
and godded sea-dusts, once hardened, must entertain gills with latrines

Uh

the tardiness of swearing mornings hereby give a rose to a tulip-evening; O, idealisers of porn will hitch sex from eyes while wives
come widening a blue flex from knives
O, when drivers of plumes appear denied, a feathery lie enters into diaries; and, sss, a siren dram seems decked by fascinated spies
O, when riders of a sweet death defines dreamers from wine, a distant head in the true moon gets kissing for lies
O, when drivers of a meat-nest defines screamers from vines, a distant bed in a gasped room hits missives with porn-blinds

graven confessors to mission-hens wash their hacked confessions with amassing pig-painters while a draggler of digs uses brides
to sink aside a codded star-mesh; and, sss, i saw nappers with murder-gigs come shackling evil dials to pissers; O, fuses moon-ride
directly across modellers of flesh-desks; O, a peeper of drips rips summery winter-cars from pasty sonar pantries; O, nooses despise
every single easy fashion;
and, sss, once underneath cock, a missioner of keepers will, now, once stopped, farm stars from greasy solar mind enemies; and eyes

will forever appear deaf now.

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the hardiness of leering soft king lears will somehow, here and now, sodomise a dirt-flower; O, as we weep for soda then we use pies
to sky-murder bled ceilings with queens; O, as i drive aside god's cloud, i espy nude senses come shouting after rivers and torn ties
and, sss, when bodiers bait pig, dreamers, floated, become softened by towels
and, sss, while daddies rape kid, screamers, boated, become bedevilling sties with owls;
and the world seems deaf and dumb while music men in gluey guns become easily shot by riveners of drawlers

graven digressors in the crazy dark sear heroes; and, La, model herods become slanted across ripplers in fingers; and signal guitars
interfuse a fascinating blown hillsides with zeroes; and, La, motel salt-gob must suck putties from razors as mirrors sunder rizlas
and, sss, weepers, car-stoned, ride across yoyos, i will play love's game as i glister; and, oo, distractors with scissors must use cripplers
to shout out aloud about pussy-fats and pogos
and, whereby pushers cry, a sea of caps will rotate across lost ponchos

Uh! The piercer of a penis peers into paps; and, once silenced, some violators use pillars for radio; and, once snipt, a bath aside killers
becomes, underneath greyers, as saline to taste as a spastic sabre and some false potato; and, sss, we will sirenise lit with evil revellever
Uh! The pictures of a sudden sphere got slutted; and, uh, when once sand drinks tomato, a cavvy in a hill will supper for forkers;
and, as patient ideal crashers form star-elisions, a spurter of sirens listens for coded mayo
and, sss, a sidler, lashed, delves for marshes and, sss, perverters of seasons cuts rodeos

Oh; a canyon of crayon men mete out dipped rabies to soft pups; and, in the swirling sun, dupers of fly-friends neuter grey hostages
Oh; a carriager, wetted, will sweat for marriages as eldeberry ravellers turn a changeling into a red rub;
and, La, washes of snapt rills will forevermore lay a leadener under fern-burns; and, sss, a yearling in a grub dubs worm with messages
O,- loaded coppices will most certainly sever clay from tissuers
and, when once my ilex burns, drivers of fevers raise mums from issuers while the mixed deniers of a deadening female tomorrow
comes hustling for a slaved husband and its impassable fascinated dead lover

and the ponds seen beneath blue sleeves will get outelbowelled and the son of Pan seems sweetly overgallowed; and ideal haloes
must, once fed to screams, will harness drills
and, with my farts in my own mouths, derivers of dillies will sky-varnish semen with sugary gal-gisms; and, oo, me and my rainbows
must hereby scatter ivory curtains across easy boys and the lovely female trip that leads keen romantics directly home

graven female distroyers of gravy gem seems swiped by a holy whipping horse; and, with ancthers drawn, fishy men-o-war will foam
directly across mutators chick-stirred into greasy stripe; and a holy skirted horse willl gallop as equine ballets cry; and, sss, we roam
directly down dreams where wetted woollen streams source panters then ride hearses with a dirty field-whip seen inside old stone
O, as plashy parroters snare slitted Eden-bees, a collector of mouth minge will shutdown the dead and come back home to find Rome

hissing in the fatal Roman heart...and, oooo, a stapler of a penned cart wees across a gemmy and, oooo, a pepperer of soft stone moans
La La, these ivory drapes will drive me as these mindless starry carps sling flacid movers where a tawny buzz-paperer shoots grey scones
and, when once mistress Eye Naples shelters some endlessness under cars, a blinder of a groover will snare motels with dead mummas
La La, these ivory drapes will pony-ride me to lovely worlds where black christ sings
O, once across a mumbler, sheeted heels seem easily wound up by ingenious claves and the wintry destroyer of evil racist pearlers

graven internetters must sunderise boats with family and, ssss, a caverner of musks must dig for sold gold and panters must kiss nowt.
Uh; waxened waivering cusps grip for frig; and, when children cuss, a rivener of tufts come wittering for baled bands;
uh; waxening mod-masterings hip to fig; and, when kids get hushed, a rider of daisy-cuffs come whinneying across forgotten spout
and, weepering, dog-darterings hit to a swig; and, ohh, i espy a cocoa-float made eager as a false-sailing spastic rowing-boat
and, withering, dark florists in my frontyard have delivered some dead salted sex-flowers

and, sss, weepies, woven into tides, become rocking for rodeo Madam GaGa
and, OO, once along a miked bride, some greying widowed streets of feeling dirty ennaves a burial bosomer with pelters; Ah!
i idolise love's wanky aneurism as i summer-ride across winded fast farms
and, OO, once aong a silk slide, some withering shadow-jeep used a capsizion of road-ghosts for disembodied calf-BlahBlah..

Eh? The tidal heart, systole stained, confuses de dreamy vein-diastole with defusing demanders with war; and we will use Tsars
to giddily rotate a mother maimer across iron-spirers; O, where gentian stairs come containing pig in store, a ladener of rivers
will, where dabblers suffer, winter-caress Zion sidlers with a shooted shroud-trail that leads doomy deniers to pushers of pizzas
La, a codal copious zodiac busts for lessons
La, a vodal endless mind-mac busks for treason; and, sss, i will eat under cisterns and Ides will drop bitches then fuck gal-geezers
Eh? and vascillators in heart-hats cum hooting gal-sand
and, sss, i shall forever entertain fires down drains?

Uhhh. Uhhh. Uhhh.

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oo guttoral sandwiches use a molten sex-loaf for a keen cake-son
oo infected hand-switches cause dells to soak
up, up; and soupy handlers aside spoars use a drammer for guns
and, la la, pebblers of de penniless will sell cars to scissor-bums
and, la la, petrols aside dead senselessness must sidle for poked
oozing eye-popes
and, once inverted, muntioners of lasers shoot pears from soap
and, once perverted, muntioners of labia shoot prayers from stoats;
and, ooo, a cavvy of a keen-mind-killer
will surrender babby to dreamers: ah, jivers inside pippers will
cause driving rain to ride for screamers: ah,
luh, jazzers of pain collude with a scented mad guitar; and hills
fall then flail now.

oo guttoral sandwiches use a molten sex-boat for a keen grabbler
of devious danger-fixes
and, devilling, mangering twixes will slant dirt across thunders
oo invectives, fragmentising, issues cunts from tubing fathers;
and evil sex in de fatherlands
will summon mikes from motherlands; La, cardial future must
sickle up picklers from pinkers
and a wild rizla gets rolled with cancer-thumbs;
and, aceded from pets to drawls, mumma lungs affix dust to
unlawful wedded soul-cauls

ah, these are the drips i will forever feed; and sex seems blue

these dilly dialling days come shovelling nuts from the rain
these silly parching dead days
come sending baby potions to twintzy raves
and the sons of pan expand a doggy isle to ashen skeins
and, oo, when parents die
then a bender of psychic patients to a naked mind must
star-erase dragglers with eyes
O a daddy mapped room cages ingots aside jail-musks
and a rended party of blue faces
comes yielding sheets to meat
and, as weedlers ride, a soft slashed seat uses pus to
send breakers of brides to radio-wheat.

bunny budgy boys teem with fans as blue glovers use islands
to render deaths with screams
la la, bendy river toys scheme across fangs
and, idolised, riders under dreams send beds to lost england
and, made high, renders of screens send beakers aside islands
O, a massive doll-attack will use a vine for a brain
O, a massive skulling cat dons sea-sands from pissed pain

bunny budgy boys teem with drams as greeny goaty grain
appears cunt-soiled
OO, writhers, coiled, seem ribbed with gas as dizzy dames
come crying after neon moilers
and a vacant lady will always render toilers as old as veins

these are our poet trees where idiot scrumpers screw drains
these are god's sonless sea where ingotted killers use brains
to banish salt banana aside haired easers of milkers and,
as rapes roll by, a zero hero will don cream as creamers ram
holy scotland under holy ireland and christ-Wales
la la, we will serenade God
la la, we will dig under blood

and then we shape Manhattan from idylls of skins and women

 

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o a naked pluperfect mien-parceller uses puked flowers for
weeping wall-hangings
o a naked heart-hermit bruises musclers with poked maws
and, la la, where Ilkey Moor comes falling under murders
then a beller of killers must ring cells with infant floaters.

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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

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adders scale dickers salads; O, a soft march hare
goes bunnying around dells where dog-driven prayer
sunders slashy wine-cells
with families and crossed bells
and a winged car concertinas as sea of snares
comes hardening rabid sun-theatres with scared
vinegar fellows
and, la la, a kindled dove comes home paired
with pianoed ebony-ivory families
and a catted heart widens gods aside shallowed
face-wine.

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sunless sonny gems shine along haloed hens
and a chicky in de yard lays eggy diadems
and a boner under cards deals easy wrens
under idiot whirring world wars; Ah, swingers
arise from dirtiers to transgress grey killers

and a mind in spoon stirs acids into teas
and romantic dilly curves toast blood-pee
and a radio inside curd spreads loud wee
O comforters of lady nights feel for bees
and blown bees sting a lit vest of beads
.
sunless sonny gems shine upon fast men
and a toned afgay preaches for bitumen
and a guilty god of peaches heaps men
with fanny guilds and reachers of men
and stinking blood horses laze for men
..
the active verve of christs has to send
a bodier of baggers to an anal bird-bin
and a scissor sizes mess from blue skins
and a rectal patron peers under grey wind
and de leafy prats of a mind-sign
carries old beggars across a gin-grind

sunless sonny gymns dance for minds
and a balded hymn dashes holy crime
and a vacancy cries aside bled spines
and a spinal shaker cracks upon de line

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

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Copyright JDB 30/03/2022.

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work-in-progress title: the crocus canned men who swig liquid minds will forever turn
first draft poem then poem-song

the crocus canned men who swig liquid minds will forever turn beds from spires
O, locusts, crammed, use hens to kick wynds when sister weather strangles fires
and, when crayons crisscross, seepers aside dark pen fuses piggers to sapphires
O, while photographic sea-boys become bladderwracked, a teemer of grey pyres
must, once shot, memorise tree-toys
Uh

the crocus canned men who stab face-furniture will forever yearn after red tyres
O, mammy moonshine appears deadening as soft hills get withering for bled mires
and, sss, we will extemporise the tissuers of glass
and, la, we must carry candlers to gingers while babies use the underpass
O, a carrier of coded honey will drop a sweet wreck
Uh

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the lowcut snippers of infernal passion-plays interfuse weeders with weedy killers
O, lowcut pippers, shrined, will hereby use claves for lubers while easy readers spill
poeticising heaven-god across ignited verse-flowers
O, crowers of wintered easter-summers hisses as Radio Towers cut a navel from drills
and, sss, we shall fight after xmas-dewinters while we peer under sluts
and, La, a pocus inside night wills a wild spine for daffodils

the lowcut snipers of internal missioners cum huffing mums where a dazzler of dills
appears surrendering to a blank moon where cuffing lungs hum and hum
O, crocusers, murdering, buries a spoon aside panting drums; and, sss, coded ills
family-forge eaten granaries from madam Lies
O, choppers cut nude fingers as, once along a tide, pussy pelters come raping brides
and, sss, we shall set sex alight as we arise from honey-hussies

Uh

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the crocus pickers of infernal passion-plagues will forever turn heads from wives
O, whence a babby burns, a scissor of a sage gets pleasured under serial bee-hides
and, sss, a burbler in perms muse for gob
and, sss, a hurtler in firms must muse of Job as old-aged bible-bawds use dead spies
to fragmentise denial with lustive foods
O, whence a bobby burns, a pisser in a crime-cage will forever spurn bed with blinds

the crocus knicker whose human river-rose becomes murdering moonies with strangers
must, once pacers tick, brood on mirrors as gun-mums smother riflers of dead mangers
O, a pactive lacer trips; and, oo, with asia in a tomb, a fascinator smothers sweet cagers
La La, i espy a paper pit that cause spades to dig wounds
O, a passive impalter rips fats from fords as user of noon-men become
most happily strangled under bolters of moors

and you and the deus we spread will suck across fevers then sink feathers into suns
and you and the truce we wed will supper for jacket deceivers
O, a dizzy mum-mind must shed rills from fathers
O, a fizzy gum-mind must shed mills from laughter
and, sss, once across grey musk, a shader of killers will hereby swing from rafters
and, sss, when once flays fuss, a blader of mirrors will hereby sing for budders

Uh

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the local definers of a blood-coach appears instantly navelised by wives and lovers
O, fotal resigners, gobbed, fuses boats to red family as petrifiers ride across fingers
La, fatal designators, stopped, cum huffing salt while beady defilers arise from fevers
Uh, i espy us, here and now, surrendering bread to bile while
ooo, a curator of tears rams sound directly across bedsides and dreamed old smiles
and, where once pig drops, a figurative angel rocks sea-slides aside massive star-tiles

the crocus slider whose human faceless mumma might suck a wolf from grey guile
sex-garlands prisers with fleshy wasted drummers; and a nut under pulls will define
easter-christmases
O, foetal flickerers, fannned by harnesses, appears scurried and, oo, sweet crime
hereby chokes on roping cherries and the missioners of curried england
La, dilators on dope, soaked, cum stupifying resigners with burials inside wigwams
and, ooo, whence socks get spun, looters for red deniers get cut up

and you and i and the deus we've staged will caress choppers of nuts and sluts
and, sss, when sandlers spit, weavers must enprison smokers inside cavern; O, mutts
must sirenise death
and you and i and the juices we have made will compress meddlers with lemon-suck
ahhh, a fuhrer of jams will forever spread blood on seizures

Eh?

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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.

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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

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daters of sweetening heart-jazz become jaded by sweet eyes; O, a ferry on its way to peace
appears sainted; and, sss, a painter of puns becomes fed to brides
O, a ravisher of woman must surrender guns to mumma where a soft guide uses a grey fleece;
and, uh, a fascinated spire-god issues tissuers from dramas
and, uh, a castigative tyre-bod issues missioners from rama while shooters of de Cock use sleep
to extemporise deletive pyre-sods with diggers of dumdums
O, a scissor-most feeder of soft kid enrivers musclers with ear-drums as a coaxer of lost heat
suckers up and up

daters of heartening fast lads become mazy while buds burn, O, a cherry on her way to meat
appears distant and clasped; O, a biddy in her own god wishes for rubies
and, once across sweet masts, heapers of sin stones bloods with cavvies; and wearers of wheat,
once torn and blinded, interfuse lost keepers with Hector and Andromeda; and searers of laddies
once shorn and grinded, leases crosses to reapers
O, daters of peering head-jazz becomes raided by swift lives;
and the folded scraps of deaf crags become raided by lip-lies;

and, sss, the grinded mad men that burn as they weep must fashion fells from doctors and tides
and, sss, the spended sad man that turns as sex creeps must fashion dells from pictures; and Tithes
must, here and forever and now, suffer sperm while eaten saline sex imploders rock the heads of lithe
cranial Buddha-bones
and, laaa, you and drones must execute commanders of stone as dirtiers drop soilers into dromes

Uhhh.

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a windscreen of flowers shatters for
wild weddings & gold ores
& a bud of night serenades bright walls
& behind Downs, a red-headed Law
writes against blue stores

the summer of lost love has stalls
selling buns to lions
o a swisher of lost Gods have halls
falling into baby.
..
a windscreen of flowers fastens for
fatteners of mentalis O, digitalis
sources whips with cut lips- hoards
nut for raiders
& as we sail for scores
then we shooteth up
the coders of crashed Mien- cups
carry slowing tables under shut
dammy dorms
..,
the autumns of the killed carry hills
ah, as dizzy carers well up, then mills
must trickle down timed
buzzy woodbines
& a sizzler of signs wakes above us
& open our moon on a stange bus
.
the drilled world is made to turn
but a filled world
breaksdown...
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What with funeral demons celebrating
a keen satanic wake
then gold kids feed diamonds to rape
& a body of sawn sea-shaking
doubles down the gardens of drapes.
.
when windscreens of flowers shape
stella moons form stoned trees, then
bloodied baby bombs
drop fouled guns on Slough
& a bench of grass
sucks city clay.

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a duper of a flexy bomb-glade must supper for remanders and, Lo, as painters peal piggers, a sea of scribes
must become, once daubed, as fatal as snippers and incenders
and, sss, when madams swerve, a natal gas will sky-wind red incesters across nooses where evil prick-pies
become woven under branders of fatal ash-heels
and, sss, you and i are made-up from petals and, uh, youths in mind seem lost and pavements jump from meals
O, a stripper in a fleshy stage-nave must supper for dead deleters
O, a mixer inside cars swim for slave-musks; and, once upon a rippler, sweated eye-rivers must shutdown all weals

a duper of a deafener, craved, someday will summon up pasters of stripplers with wide picklers
Ah, soupy god-bevellers, raised, someday will glue ash to feinters; and whence passions cup titty pictures, seals
must, once piercing, devil-drive Sunday's pills with flash and feather,
and, O, a draper of ceilings will clasp Maundays in cribs; and, sss, missile-mien weebles for pucks
and, ooo, a stretcher that hurries death into mass-trade hicks for cut fist;
and, La, a flexy bummer, cherried, amasses dudes with grave pips that fasten latent mothers to snapped wrists
and, sss, a driver of summer, scurried, feuds for lube

Uh. I espy a crocus-crayon. Uh. god describes a lotus-cavern; and, Uhh, pixlers of patent scarers run from lip
Uh. I espy a crocus-prison. Uh. god descries a fatalism; and, ehhh? masoners of cementive searers nut-raid slit
La La La. Blurrer entertainers, sky-stied, fish-rock a sea-hen that heeds a cock across dementive shoulders; and mutts
must stella-move definers of sanctities with kiss-stocks
and, sss, a wifer in constrainers gob fig at fist-flocks that shut a cavvy moon inside pepper that seasons gay sluts
Uh. I espy a focused skin come huffing pure demure decorous psoriasis
and, sss, we will fragmentise everyone?

Eh..

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Rhyme rapes where rhythm sunders;
where poetry sun-binds, the noose that breaks apart
rifles through blood numbers;
and, where the meter looks out upon the dark,
the stanzas of the soul
rove the hearsing detail of root and fang and spark.

An anvil in the spine
exterminates the siege of verb and cowering code;
where the poets climb,
the wrangled suit of pages slams the bardic clothes,
stealthy as a pick;
where no bard stirs, the anvil rams and roves.

Death stares beyond the rhymes;
from arctic wit to helm of skull and shendless bone,
the deadly heirs will chime;
no mamma of the herons, the spheres of gyring stone
car-snap and rout,
and make red molten hubris whack and smack and groan.

night is the poet's sound:
like moonstones grinding, the summits of a snare
break the bardic bounds:
where no graft rails, the tracts of ice and flare
blast the lips and eyes;
the regimen of reading cracks a life in ploughshares?

Rhyme rapes along its tomes:
on nibs of ash and altar, the poet's evil spires;
when music scars and foams,
the pedals in the pan-pipes spiral through the brain,
and breath thumps like a bible;
beneath the crypts of stasis, the poet's curve is fire.

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The delvers of blue coastal welts use a funfair for a lemon spine; O, a creator of swine loosens hens then falls
and, as drainers ooze screws, a fascinator in a wild grove shoots daft sweet fakers; and, ooo, gems in walls thral
and, as baiters ooze spew, a dictator in a wide rose jumps roots whiles incesters ram pig aside vinegar: La! drawl
besets gold mouthers with snoods;
Uh, a rider of the river Thames must extemporise bones and bone-wine while vineyard sails appear clad in roods
Lo: a coded coda-killer entertains revolving baths
Lo: a loaded rose-killer entertains dissolvers while a broker of blue masks surrender vales to old fears; and, o, truths
must appear thumbed when staring widows shed castes

Eh.. the cods of god-blood get washed up on a shore of fasts
Eh..the bodkins under mud, once tossed, weave Decembers from porride-plasts; and, ooo, a darter under staines
appears rodded by encrowders and lost rain
Eh..the cods of soaped suds come cathedralled with illers of luminous killers and devil Osiris; and blown skeins
appear, as wiveners are bugged, interfuse Hector with Andromeda;
and, ooo, our lithe seas turn upon bloaters and tissuers of vaguries and dead cock-manyana

Uh.. These ivy prides that bless the stars with brides will hereby hiss for a kissifer; and, luh, a mental seed-mana
utilises veined vinegar for hats that rest in digs where wide hills crane
directly upon a spent Ide
Uh..These ivy lies that dress-up for Mars will surely pee pills from dairy drums that thrum for trains
O, a naked nuclear seed-rat shuts a dad-car within malady where the faceless ones seize grime from rabbit-rain
and, sss, amassers of sheet-cats form deities from spun memories that cause hedon-men to smile aside love-trains

OO

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Copyright JEDB 01/04/2022.

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work-in-progress title: With Hot Fires Bugged and Lessons Turned to Sex
1st draft pome then poem-song

with hot fires bugged and lessons turned to sex, a madam to macadam must take the highway west
O, the piggers inside drugs enmission burns while
a slicker of a bird, curved, swings for sweet city smiles
O, the riders of eyes will summon earth from cellves, and spent wrecks spiral for fathers and tiles

with hot fires dug and prisons turned from sex, a madam to mad adam must wed eve to eden-dials
La, a painted scream comes caressing guns while wideners of de sad must sweat; and, sss, de child
will, once faces blossom, ascend diaries then burn to silent death
and, O, we shall fight for sense and we shall bury ferns under mesh

Uh

*
with hot cold riders made easy as rain, sweeteners of pie-pickers will hereby ram down the money
O, hot chilled fathers, slaved, entissues red ripplers with grey pictures; and, sss, i espied a mummy
come cruelly unwound from its cloths
O, the riders of sun-sounds dig for moths as a mumbler in a drum sips plasma; and, ooo, doobies
will get bone-washed now

with hot jackers of peat, blown gas-flies interfuse middays with guns; and, sss, a sainter of psalms
becomes, once fed, to a naked picture bulimic world which enters thumbs where feints flow
and, uh, a windy room of nothing saps bubonic girls
and, uh, a sandy spoon sunder giddy habitats where massive sea-curls snap then glow; O,
fat fatalists, thrown, hereby get clothed

*
with hot fires bugged and parents yearning, a bodying blow-fly will petrify a dead sky while odes
become, when once kids flower, sending a babbling crow-cry to a mumbler; and, sss, we will slow
everything down to emptiness
La, with heapers, mugged, fending patients from buildings, a kind creator of haands will cut clones
La, with peepers, stoned, a lady lousy lover became sweet as de mind of true Man
O, as bone of a child has anointed us with crazy slams; and i have seen my crazy earth seem slowed by
factories of all countries; and me and our god is made
Ahh, lately, when once sin cried, a picker of lovers appeared sweet as salt
OOO

with shot spires cragged and made to cry, missioners to madams becomes fed to sex swards; O, wives
become twined inside jades
La, i have seasoned petrels with plaid; and angellers, vanned, force tents to drop
La, i have seasoned petrol; and, uh, a baker to butcherer, hanged, sirens after salt breath and cops
O, what with mammaries at hand, we will have breasts clutched in the rings of defectives
La, a blooming nunnery bends
and callowing gas-slits gooses picks with erectile bumpf

Eh??

*
with shooters of mermen getting wine-bones from deafening mad trees, a laden swift Poseidon
loosens rapiers from cold gems
O, when passions part, cast prattlers, spent, use lungs for deadners; and a baited room of guns
becomes, once made hard, a passion-puller to fuses; and, sss, nostril furnaces must sing for mum
O, when the green sun defines Japan from clues a pettler of dickers cums for dust; and ducted lungs
become lunged; and, while beds get dammed, a mickler of strippers hums for lust

with shooters of mad mien appearing wine-loaned, a maddening bled tree sweeps desks into poisons
O, with cockerel blood shouters, men will be the router of the rocks
and, with emptiers of searers using hens, a rider from rivers must use five country senses for foison
O, i espy nearby a red-headed flown lost flower
and, once the day has darkened into drones, eyers of towers will come again after men and reason;
and, once the grave has starkened, mental droves will scissor-shower salters and dowers

Uh

*
huh I get hanged from a hosepipe as i idolise
a vacant dirty moon
huh i get crammed; and a boat aside rivers rides
across dulcet endless eyes
and, o, where lies crisscross then sidled ties
come spittering into gallowed waters

huh i get hanged from a clotheshorse: pleasure
comes anointing me with vinger
and a sun at night
sunders studded studies; and veins of midnight
clamour after denials
O, a laden lay of grans
grip to grandfathers as motel under evil jams
comes scissoring vials from drams

huh i get jammed; and a locust under a crocus
causes flame to impeach herselves with
swallowing sweaty bunched kids; and cribs
get shallowing
and a daffy cinema-drive-in
wallops a whipping pony when drovers spin
across medallions and blonde wind

and we move underneath blown dives
and we soothe coral as a sea-scam rides for
eaters of riflers
and we smoothe mentalis across city fjords
and we remove
all grass and all glass and all summer-gas

these are my mallard days
these are my willowed days: Pies heat jaws
la la, thighs sink deep as the penis of wards
layers defamers with necked cradle-daubs
and, once pissed, a swaggerer under mauds
melts into dizzying dirtying mallowers

O, a lobber of yellow moneys kisses caves
O, a leader of lose-all-men
shovel toads adown a lens
and jamming sweetenings swirl as grey naves
summon blown flies from
a draggler of blorted guns; and chewed trade
sucks on a whored nut

a pictogram of peppers shields mien from lays
a sizer in a swarmed cistern
leads deceivers to broken evil wisdom: claves
force elbows to break
o, as timers bend, then bullets under grapes
swirls and whirls then
beds bods with glamour

*
with heapers of stupid Hitlers, an abluter of bad birds will sirenise beds with braille; and, oo, blind god must
sermonise goddesses with killers
O, once upon a brain, a city in milkers gashes; and, sss, what with illers come deafening drams, sweet muck
will forever, once eternally slain, ennoose outellers with pissers; and, riddlered, ceilings in scram sucks searers
O, once along a glade in a crashed world, i espied a dilly mister abusing tiddlers with killiings
La, a braided sun huffs sin
and, sss, a puffer under skin seems to swing, swing days high from an apple tree; and, Ah, defamers cut prisers

with heapers of idiot Himler, a confuser of sad words will fragmentise lead with sails; and, o-la, wet boxed lust
seemingly appears now as farted in the flame as a screwed bird in arrestive pig-grails
O, a wanker that peers from binocular windows will soften curves with contestive kid-sails
La, a plenteous puller sex plenury gets coloured with garland-burrs; and we wash fans in vales as we use busts
to sink a deceiver of retrogradives with pussy plays
and, once across a diner, some angular shadow came piercing farms with grave-clays

Eh? there, inside the night-long day, some cranial Buddha bones got cracked then stoned; O, with christ on de beach
a pensive angelus of mind-long lays comes trembling for sea-sloanes;
Eh? there will be, here and forever now, a chemic piled pulse; and, sss, citiers of loins use groynes for fathers
O, once above the worst of times, shovellers to sex-panic
giddly swerves; and, sss, a plumer of red razors will shade a shaved bonnet with stella car-chromes; and peat
appears embedded;

and cigaretters that puff for smoke-cum will sharpen head-heart men then ride aside rivers and swollen sleep
and even bedazzing evenings seize soaped biddies from bread-calves
Uh: This starless evening we choose to ride guffs when usherers of cards sort bulled tarots from arcanas
Uh: This sun-raveler in ceilings moves gassy electronics from a lunar ravine
and cigaretters that puff for smolder-mums shall forever and eternally roast bark with oveners; and bandanas
become clasped about a bed-head and some sweet designers of
godded hedon banana gobs;

and heapers of imbecile Hitlers ride direct from North to West; O, a bleacher, boned, soak beds with pugs
and, oo, angular dining-halls rock for a clamoury street of nests
and, oo, cranular grindings ensock macadam Madams with the cupped veins of Mistress Naples
and, sss, soft angellers must winter-cock a summery chill-kid whose endless faces sink males into dugs

Uh whilst this interwoven mod cousin of the lemon tipsy wives strums silks, a parent to veils covers blood
underneath pooled woods; O, a crafter of chemic daisies thrums for milks; and a latent dude smothers bud
with a five and country pastry UFO
Uh whilst this picture-frozen god curtain gets pulled across svelte groves, a hot oven of baked romance
becomes arrested by dolly slogans
Uh, a bed inside our dummy bay may well choose to slay everything, always, forever, eternally

Lo. Ahhh Mien Ahhh Hen. Lo Lo. huh huh ha..tutter crippler pupper puppet nutter. Ahhhhh Hem
and, oozing miles high, a sanctity of funeral carps shift rippers across puled phony butter; and heroes
slink from North to South; and a washy holy lord-girl whose knickers fall from lonesome glutters must
cum, both here and now, direct in ribby durex;
Lo, a maker of sweet crowds commands a sun-shaper to drag a dead fish-mons for a sea of crusts

O, Ahh. Looo, my penis has no girlfriends. O. Ahh. Looo. the words i spread have no cat-friends
O-la. we will ooze a harness as we undertake stolen bodies with de daughter and her devils: and men
come, once cuttlered, where the green zion of a waterbead fragmentises doctors from dark river-dens
Ehhh? The guns move for xmas-east Isle while doomy daffodils shine for porters; and de dark River Thames
sweeps some fears in the tears of the Towy
La, a pictogram of spheres focalisers dowdy day-drowners whose flame-space gives gifts to Gide; and
oo, we will groove to spheres

Luhh.

*
oo how i long to breathe cake into my lungs
la la, oo, how now i have for cake and how guns
shift inside a porn oven
shapes a grave from onion
and a glassy gapper grasps to cum when onion
swills a raisin down from peppery pooching drums
and, ahhh, when a sweatered sea of suns
comes hanging at god's window
then a peeping tom becomes a sexy tomcat
and, o-la, me and my dying granny grip to fat
.
cicada shades shove scissors down the road
oo dramatic funeral rashes
ripen into cord asa piano in flashes use code
to squeeze a toady teener from ancient clashes
and, oh oh,- my father's face has been ironed
and, oh oh,- my only lover has eaten wode
and, oh oh,- a doctor who listens to a stove
may well caress his patients with babies

made inside-out and outside in we will
surely dance at a world of drills, and hills
may well topple into flowers when rabies
rocks a heavenly hound
and our hound from cells listens to sounds
and we hiss for feline dogs that drowned
way, way back when the dying ate rubies

cicada shades slam the Thames when ash
star-halters blades with eaten babby mash
ah-la, my maiden boy has a meadow sash
ah-lo, my satan boy has a midnight bee-splash
and occidental turn turtled tuna sirens
are bled to naked sleep when aged diamond
develops chicken tits then feed the world

sss a protective padded mumma eats pearls

*
Where a disant female Hitler jumps for
easy decks of naked worlds
and all because of saint Saul, we curl
a box of biscuits round a killed war
and a sea of bone robs us of Eden
and a tree of stone cuts under reason
o

where a distant female Hitler jumps for
queasy wrecks;
mauled, masked, stored,
then a bite of broads baskets grey gorged
gouramis who shit in the wind
o

eyes never hope to be blind
eyes never soap for a dizzy mind
and because our vast visions drink wine
and because our fast kitchens cook vines
we will shrapnel after
naked afternoons where we made twine
strangle all our claddings
.
Loving in scented parks may well win
under gluey eggy cake-tins
and a leader of rented sparks
must drown in the davy dark... uhhh

we spiral up from piss as we spin
cut spiders and mutant hired grey sin

.endless fatal fotal fjords shend hard
brigades of pure fire

Uh!

*
a macedioan Madonna abuses a coloured Medusa.
As shapes shake, a don of direly endless patina
pukes snakes as worms curl from lives

there is no gas in this electric house. Here, skies
cry for mamma mary
and a macedonian pre-madonna has a rider made
naked as the day snakes were born.

we desired a home without sinks as blown thorn
digs as jeerer of a sex-lout
where, wall-reared, coded stoned dawns swarm
tomorrow's news and yesterday's storm.

a worm-wedded sperm-headed darling who
seeks death's attention must surely ravel cruised
navel-clubbers of the sun-shirted eyes of noosed
homes minus stalls and fires

*

"A emptied kid, with god's fathers gone,
Dare not mount a rock-horse without screaming".

.

*
Copyright JDB 02/04/2022

*

work-in-progress title: I Shall For Always Quake For Self And The Way He Shrinks
first draft pome then poem-song

 

I shall for always quake after self and the way he shrinks; O, as bitten bi-valves suck on heather
then, sin-twined, shapes of fatwas will hereby sunder flamingo-pink
and, once above sweet grapes, massers of drillers enthunder kinkers with blue-grey fevers
O, a lapper of naked trained snake cums sun-slithering body bundlers
O, I'll come to see you all too very soon and i will surrender cellves to clinkers
and, sss, a dealer in daddy diamond has me and my clit-spied dimension peers aside pleaders

I shall for always shake after de Thames and His tar-dresser; and, oo, i must ride from peepers
La, a basher inside clay becomes thrashed by bell-robes;
La, a kicker inside graves hereby sermonise lost cellars that abuse fawns then fade to lepers
O, a scanny summer coven uses interfusers for a crissing delver whose hen under blue sunders
dolly ties; and, sss, a dealer in mammy diamond has me caught in a dance hall where tigers

roar along a lyon-chain; and Decembers fade into feathers as summer into springing autmun
dies, dies; and, oo, i send seasands to cocoa glades as i sink a candle deep aside sex-gardens

*
I shall always quake after cellves and the way life shrinks; O, as smitten sky-valves suck pleasure
then, sin-spined, rakers, slammed, become rude rattlers that interfuse kittens with fucked danger
O, as star-appointed figgy salt-boys weep atoms, a capper of cats uses kitchens for defamers while
ashes, gun-scattered, loosen gun-belts thence enpassion fotal rats with uses of curtains and tiles.
La, i shall appear, here and now, to erect granite paintings in memory of kids whose mental-wiles
once treasure-dialled, huff so-called sex-poo adown murderings

I shall for always quake after de Towy; and when once loud whales get beached from heaven, dials,
when once tricked, will stationise mammy rams with cunters
O, a carver of male diggers lets impassable bouses to prickers; and the idlers in red bunkers will
interfuse father fingerers with a fly-blown fat house-fire;
O, a draggler of stella dementers plies eyers with grousers and, sss, sweet song jives on de Hills

*
i shall, here and now and forever, enhero aged cart-trailers with gluey wives; O, as fat bums ride
directly across moonlight, a defuser of zeroes come dancing with goosy guides; and, sss, swift scribes
become, when once beeches cross, a delimer to a sex-watered star-kettle;
Ah, i'll become, here and now and forever, skin-boned with daughters of pure dettol; La, closed tribes
when once bells cross, slap clowns with naked limb-stones
and, ssss, where vast valleys snap, daddy droned for mummy as a detester of Medusas seduces snakes now

i shall, here and now and forevermore, chant dom daniel's bathed mantra; and, sss, a tub at sea will seem
mentally sa-inflamed while a prostitute in a spastic mac sucks on demented cock-rooms
La, a goddess whose haloes have turned into worms hisse for gorgonelles no more; uh, a pasted head-beam
succours eagle-aviaries from eyrie-apiaries;
and, once along vast rain, icen ash-boys become cheesy then relapse into mentophrenia
and, sss, weepies, made milky, sink beer-tallows

uh

*
eyers i have been witnessing for the whole of christ's life hip to now to a blinding judas-street
o, devisers of grey whitening mind-wards fuse lovers to de splits
and, when once reels crisscross, a mentalism, screwed, drops acorns upon wound meats
and, lo, a fascinator will stella-floss a painter of empty truths while washy sherry-sleep rips
a ladener of procrastinators with dogs;
and, when once a germanic saviour proves as evil as gods, a paster of pissy pipper pips
gets eagerly torn and draped within bellyfuls of flowers, snakes and lashes

eyers i have been witnessing for the whole of christendom delves for trashers whence kids
become stella-smooth; and, oo, a wicked vole sinks cabins into cellves while distant pig crashes
directly into Crash where lost hearts bloom
and we will move, whence skirters fart, to a milk-plane; and we will recall de nut-raids which
pollenise granular gannet bones with shifters of spurt-detainers
O, as we ride from planets and as we slide from gob, a nakedness of meals will use de bitch
to craft sugary piss men from liquid rafters

uh: bakers of pregnant bitumens appear sky-crafted; and, danced, the foetus in the sex-ditch
enseasons deniers with evil thumbs;
and, la, a deviser of drips sinks a vitreal spy-bruise that hedons will always fan across dumbs
and, la, a divider of drinks will forever now hurl a drinks-tray down a bald cliff
uh: bakers of even butchered eden-evenings slide gobbers aside crowned towns while tits
become fragmentising

and, oo, a spender of bluesing porn-potato gets rummaging high; and a lancer uses hot-lip.

*
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..

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

*
*
oo a doomer whose moon-clock brightens about a beltane of a dead wife comes counting rogues
oo a stoner whose wound cock ensirens doubt will fued for bloods
and, ahh, once upon a mind-mine, sweeteners of pouts push puners under graphics; and brogues
appear, once torn, as easy to enride as a spent tide and her impassable invisible ice-frozen dugs
oo, a doomer whose tomb-clock sirenises mouth has a book for a devil
and, sss, eyers get waded and sidlers get loosened
and, uh, greyers come shended with priders of moisteners and incredible manxy daisy-cable

oo a dimmer whose womb-cock brightens old mounts dons a bled fire where dizzy doll-stables
get, here and now and forevermore, curtained; and, sss, shoutdown, spired, shafts for candles while
a stealer of a stella hand mixes dolly mixtures under a bed-blown false city-town
and, oo, once impassioner poke bully fevers, a cowardly rocker horse gets mounted by seed-stiles
and, sss, i espied, where fablers stopped, a true cold story about full sex and her dirtying bed-bile
oo, a draggler of ant-pies sleep for rot
oo, a peddler of cunt-cries sleep after a pox that curses lunar shepherds with dinners and files

and, la la, eyes that arrive back home where beer bleeds must receive all north-nips from vile
dizzy mazy mansioners that lead stone back home
and, la la, we arrive back homeward to find a deadening god-kitten come healing blue moans
and, ha ha, a tractor thespian tweeks some titty
and, o-ha, infectious lesbians reap sonnies from radical fat-boned easy sex-parties
and, sss, the livid ripeners of sleep form fascinators from cat-sloanes while cigar-panties
hit to a hissifer's kissifer head-heat

and, uh, a widening blader of a go-cart blazer messes with liquid evil; and murdering family
bums its noose-desirers with a neon bloodier; and a languid devil-candle gets lit for memory
La, espiers of tractor cads forge a rusted darkened kitchen from forgotten theatres; and, emptied,
meddlers, with twixed tacks writhing, enstorms a bud-fire with demure piped pyre-island, O, mammaries
will most certainly linger in the carred west when easter-xmas teachers reap spires from lost England's
streets of feeling filthy dirty; and, oo, as teds turn, sueders drag skinners for factory serums

Eh?? At precisely twelve of the clock, a muncher of digital creamings sink sweet buildings when pines
become rudely swanking for oaks and elms and tyberns; and the venal giant snail that leads skin to vines
may appear now to have dropped the female aitches of ten zillion kids and boys out at sea
Eh?? And piddlers under tiddlers strap a vast piggler across bellers of cribs and girls out at sea; and times
sermonise pinchers from desert crab and dirty renal sister-swine
and, sss, a melter of drums becomes seated for depletives while soapers of deniers suck along daisies
Eh?? And the eagerly killed fawn to bitter whores

Uh..

*
ahhh i listened just yesterday to the contents of my own grave
ahhh i overheard my burial
ahhh my future ghost seemed temporal
& where once eyed, died, i had to stand beside my own grave.
..
in this fish-fathered room where i signed love's name, I
extemporise homes with dirty shelters
oh a kid of light shuts up midnight as veiny bulbs of eyes
sink budders into xmas mirrors
.oooo

i stand beside my own grave & see my cellves under
a majesty of cunt-sweated body-thieves
ah, once aside a mind, i shortened my life with Mother
lo, once aside of me, i buttoned my death for Fathers
& a deed of genoas heaps a hispid head field-wide
,
ahhh, i listened just yesterday to the contents of my own grave
ahhh, i missioned after dirtied flowers
&, laced with pall & bier, widened statues into radios

here, moon-jeered, i eye the fist-shaken crap of Love's
cremated summer season.

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

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

to grasp to lips until a robin in a cuckoo nest
feeds friers to fast chips and chicken mess.

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

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

*

Inside your sealed screen, a sea of film finds
furling cameras enclosed inside
our mind
Inside light's sealed dream, a sea of eels finds
furled kinema rising inside brides
and ghostly camera suckles old lives
and filmic faces flicker, and stung eyes
weep for the screened dead,
and kidding kindness kindles porn
and succoring candles sink in porn's
meat door
o
sss

idiot skies spin for worn wormed
slags, and a magazine inside .corn
sinks wax into sex wraps
o
as chains are pulled, then the system moves
outside
celled death.....
rude shoes are thrown where travel fails?
….
uh: bakers of even butchered winged-false-evenings slide gobblers aside crowned town-clowns while booed tits
become fragmentising an orange cocoon
and, oo, a spender of bluesing porn-tomato gets scurrying tithes; and a red lancer uses hot-lippies?
,,,
*
"The purpose of Poetry is to sum up the misery of the Universe."

*
Copyright JDB 05/04/2022.

*

work-in-progress title: these are our mallard days that get perched upon god's bloodstream
first draft pome then poem-song

 

these are our mallard days that get perched upon god's bloodstream
La, these are carded dreams that blossom as they scream
ancssd, when once the dead get done, a gabbler of clay fucks windscreens
La, a poser lost abed will spit lungs
and, o, a deposer of bleeders must dig after ox-tongues and vermin;
and, as the rigid dead huff cum, a strober of fathers lend rams to ermines.

these are our mallard days that get perched upon some pigeon waters
Uh, defamers of scatterers play with debt while delvers of prison-daughters
become, when dummed, a chiden kid whose chillers will seize doctors from
a fascinative heart-heap
and, sss, a fractive heart-leap dons scissr-clothes then kill the true sun

Eh

*
the cablers of one zillion space-days wither now; O, a bled child must stun
all easy pockets with vermillions
and, sss, a bleeded pit becomes spiralled
and, sss, a rended slit becomes idol; and, O, a spread wife must use guns to
shoot god's lazy lousy husband stone dead
and, uh, once across a sweet family, a ladener of bread will suck along plum

the cablers of one zillion space-days wither now; O, a daft child must run for
de pleasuring mong horses of seventeen side-crowds;
and, sss, these are our mallard days that get writhed while a penny-spinning ward
loosens cellves then dies for clouds
and, sss, a pearler of tides scores from Zen enpassioned dogs from red wars

and, O, when gob seems strapped to me, a fusser of river-gods fuses whores

Eh?

*
these are our sparrow days that get perched upon icy beads; and, oo, a painter of bed-benders
come sirenising callowers with rats
O, a deceiver of cold-clay forges grave-cats from guns while islands disappear under killers
and, sss, as the Ides of masks force maze-rats with summers then wintry rages will use mirrors
to fragmentise a blue world; and earth-rats spin wheat under wine and birthers fued for slavers
and, when once dullards break
directly down, a beller of papes spiral across dizziness;
and, sss, as faceless swellers mug drakes, a memories of an adult child get clasped to pippers
O, a receiver of soul-sprayers cuts a holy bat
and rashes die out, just for now.

the cablers of one zillion tea-trades lock mucklers in some sneeze-chests; O, a burning shroud
will moisten the cretins of soupers with daffodil sin; and, sss, when once fig resounds, clouds
will make a daisy-noice
O, cablers of ten zilion sea-trades lock pricklers in some seed-nests; O, a swarming baby crowd
wilts; and, sss, the indolencies of pocket pipers splay cuned bee-deaths
and, when once the idlers turn, sweetening petrol-jazz hisses after beer-mesh
and, La, a depositer of rum-ferns must snap petrel pushes with heroners and icy bum-rilks
O, disablers, hereby snaved, cusses for paps till sour titty milk goes sour

Uh

*
these are our mallard days that get birched; and, aside old wheat, warblers that walk film-set streets
must, once old gizzards play, come sharpening drams with cold meats
O, i overheard some sweet growl radio listening to Mam; and, once hissed, a beller of a sand-keep
inter-rings movie-enticers to rot-radio; and, sss, a creator of pans gets cooking for parapets as
dizzy petrol magical petrels position foamed slits across dilator
O, i oversaw some fleeted mind-stereo come bastardising laying crude sailors of sea-stigmata

these are our mallard days; and, once above sex-malady, a melody of dudes moves sirening jeeps
to sudden collided road-tears
O, a bed at sea appears fatally drowned while pinners of veneers ply plashers with vacant geeks
O, a venal nippy nightling heeds de ground
and, sss, we wilt as women pray and, sss, we use a lost true moon to deadeners; and, once sheep
appear baaing on some asylum-shore, lambers of murder-cost clothe killers under sad sleep

La.

*
while we keep cunts in sneeze-chests, a babbler under fire must retire from mad men; O, a searer of sleep
becomes, once gunned, as easily lunged across thunder
O, smilers, reaped, grin for bee-breasts; and, sss, a collector of mummas must stun ravens with wheated
dirty meats; and, sss, a bender of buzzy bitten men fuse diamates with dada
O, drivers, reaped, grimce for silk deaths;
and, ss, a rider on a green moon render self-sex to drop a slagazine down a painted floor; and, oo, dust
uses doom deniers for cartoons

and, sss, i have writhed forever for a rosy ruination of cocoons; and, sss, pearlers of whores must rush
after model laughter; and, ahh, when anger in the gutter gluttonises hairbands, a swirler of dawgs will crush
an entirely murdered evil moon-priory
O, drivers must entreat the backsides of the streets with stripplers; and, oo, once when mad kids raved, slush
becomes giddily eaten by woollen rosettes: Ah, and i will pinion some pepper rogues within swift mamma as
mushy kitty clippery winky skirt gives cranial head to heavenly cannibals

O, slashy weepery pinky pert-hurt gives vaginal heads to uneven fountains; and, laa, weavers of swifts dash
modellers crashboards to dizzily broken headboards
and, sss, where an tissueless sneeze-chest drinks to broads then elderly sea-chests fall to poem-fragments
and all of us, where we layer our vaults with eyes, must ravel into times; and bodiers of drawl will squint

Uh. The deepeners of diamate lessoners hereby get tossed into fire; and, oo, mentalis in stalls will think
about largely nothing at all; and, oo, missioners of petters must burn spires
Uh. The riveners of diamante pressurers become lamb-baked then left to cross pyres
and, sss, when babblers under seats swing for mums, a sacred butcher-baker sell oats to iced hand-kinks
Uh. The riveners of lemon ochres sweep for bums
and, sss, when mumblers sunders sneeks, youths will turn to age

Eh?? These are surely the dogdazzlers of all our moon-minds, and the luminous cathedrals under caged
cobra prisoners became ashen with cat-rattlers; O, a summer of hands moves deceivers to mamma's maze
La, we will whip god's ponies till dementers shiver for pepper
Eh?? These are surely the god-grabblers of all our tomb-tides; and the furious Ides of hearts fuse claves
with multsided meadows that lead pertive fields of rape to dummy devisers of curious wives
La, we wil snip god's daddy and we shall implode boats when finding deriders of jacked fish-fries
and, sss, once below a forced rhyme, grinders of owlers must teeter for coda; and, Lo, cold fist-flies

appear instantly blown away from some strange nuclear kisser of day and night; and, sss, grey guides
seize ma's family; and ochres of suns appear deranged and hissers for day and night; and easy sheep-skies
get baaing until, tenched, we touchdown and sear dementer demeter from cold clans and peasy head-hides
Luh..A gabby glass appears fed to decorous deflectors as a fistula of thumbs gets slammed across hives
Luh..A laden flask appears broken; and a suzerain infector intwines magog with pecker-dammed red rides;
Luh; when fashions stop, a paster of seasands cuts inspected vines with secateur; and vases seen outside
may well become detained by all-too-smooth desdemona alabasters

ahh, everybody, look to the wicked whirwind: O, everybody reach for an emerald scribe; O, cum now?
Oh, cum, cum, cum while we listen, cum for spind sin
Oh, thrum, thrum, thrum while a wickedness of suns hisses from glass-blood; Ow-jah, come for mouths
or else turn to white and seize nothingness from a dead world
ahh, everybody, look up too high
Laa: everybody play dead as Buddhas dish a red sky across renal code and bastardisers: Ho, sleep now

Eh?Eh? Eh? Eh?... laaaaaaaaaaaaaahh AHHH MIEN.

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

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

*
Oh – I have studied how to end My own childhood..O you and I will surely study how to cry… Loppers link lead with lives & sex is crapping now!! She said, when once shattered by her tears, that she Wished to heal the trees.. O She seemed sex-dead- underneath fished fat meals, dweebs Suck an empty can & blown body-bombs cup Bad breasts inside Fleas & a doll of sluts scatters a sun where a dizzy dollar pays for vaginal butts..Whining wittering lunch-eaters Must starve till tall city dinners & Copious cunny creators Drive from Spanish curators…choker of the dead, will you give me bread? O, keen father, what about smokers under beds? & what now for pugs and milk-monkeys?
Easy lions sleep forevermore as cold men in a sea of doubt Trammel pigs and trout & eyes under eyes Raise rheum from cut galleries of gods and gin…Ideal fingers feel for cunt- When once a tree of spunk cuts an arse down to size, then Odes to Eden must Cut an Adam from an apple’s Seizure of pippy Eve…”

*
onions are cats who preen for the smooth
curse of their fur and a fur is a rainbow.
onions are cats who preen for the smoothed
pint of beer which is a strange comb.
and a comb is a plaster that cannot cry at all.
onions are pommes who preen with the true
burst of the waves which are a cup of spit.
ale is a house and the largest place I've known
is a home which is a mongol in disgrace.
can you picture, please, the madness made
and madness is a lamp and a lamp is a net.

*
cream is salt and the rainbows on the ground
and the ground is coffee and coffee is poos.
eyes are ears and ears are cans of wine
and sick is boiled and kettles are a grave.
tomatoes are onions as lemons are toilets.
picture the scene where the sun is an opal
because i have seen the curtains drawn tight
and curtains are glasses and spectacles are cream.
spit on this floor is lifted by the sextant
who digs in graves and graves are cuts of meat.
sextant is an old word and words are flies
and flies are wees and wees are surely skin.

*
decanters are tea and tea is swallowed by
the axe at this head and an axe is a penis.
woman is a bulb and a bulb is tomatoes.
decanters are tea and tea is swallowed by
eyes and eyes are beetroots and the sun
is a paper and a paper is a glass of wine.
the axe at this head is an adze: wood is brine.
eyes are ears and ears are cans of flesh. Oh,
petrol which is sick canes the iris of
the oils in hissed paint and paint must view
a bridge which is a cannon and the night.
darkness shields panties and panties use hens?

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

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Copyright JDB 07/04/2022

*

work-in-progress title The Defectives Who Swill Birdy Wine
1st draft poem then poem-song

the defectives who swill birdy wine will unwind across a shrift mind where petrels play
O, weepers in snood drill for De Lady,
and, sss, as dirtiers thrill, a weaver of rubies swirl hands into lip; and, uh, a metal grave
becomes salt-hardened
and, Uh, where eyries tread, a molteniser abed with pearls shits after marines and clay

the defectives who swill body wine will star-grind all wild heaven under easy dog-drays
O, creepers in snoods drill for God's adult baby
and, sss, as petters of meals sink into mud a pisser seen in the gravy dark will bewray
eternally everything
and, Uh, i espy a dog-dazzler getting fed to a grey wing

Eh?

*
the detectives who drill for lost crime will car-grind aside mien-minds where petrol lays
easy riders of a dun moon
O, keepers in broods sell de Cross
and, sss, when once bubblers blue-burst, a definer of Loss gets crusted under sink-plagues
O, reapers of men, junked, sunderise horses while doomers drag petals under pink-graves

the detectives who drill for bossed blinds will hereby fuse goliaths with Kaplan; and, slaved,
severers of cold faces shrill after crisscrossed mine-heels where,
once swerving, demons of fathers nooses nets thence reels hair with sun-ravellers
O, riveners of lazy drivers must enhorses pulers with demented prayer

Uh

*
Whence wringers go alone, a spader of a juice-spider must dig with a desolate spade
and, O, looters of dad-stone erects metal fardels to the dazzlers of pig; O, dizzy caves
come heart-head fragmentising sweety eye-shallows across musclers; O, easy graves must
teeter; and, La La, ice will come easily to freezers; and, once sindlered, grassy glue-gusts
must, where eaglers prey on guns, will become mamma naked
and, sss, rizlas form stone from cancer-cavvies; and, uh, i espied a dummy queen come hustling for
midnight hot dinners

Whence wrinklers drink foam, a spider of a goat-weaver must dig with a plangent sky-scathe
wars after king Kublai and His haloed Khan screw
O, we must issue musk from fizz and we must use dudes for De Lady; oo, eyers will cut movers
from scudding baths and the fielders of fishy wound-wombs
La, a neon bulbous fist-fan vans in the sailored masque of successful rills and female fillers
and, sss, once across a crisscrosser, maidens to glass

come abusing a plying rabbit with a softening and silencing vaginal shoutdown; and, uh, pickers
appear fed to some forgotten sparrows
sss, a daffy delimbed canary halo comes nakedising de gallows; and killers dig labels days deep
and, when once kids stop,
a nervy Nero-choker sings rot; and mam and dad and great uncle Jake will sirenise ole knickers

Uh

*
whence a wingler became shovelling puked boxes to Zion, a green and holy Jewish Genoa
got, when dogdazlered, sea-shaken
La, a fast dog at sea exercises inside a very vast and deep saline ocean; and, oo, fast fever
gets sex-pictured
O, and impassionators of fairy mum becomes strapping bone-vaults across carmine killers

whence a sandler became peering into nuked boxes, a lyon in tears fascinates deaf mirrors
O, and brigands shan't break
and, what with god's windmills taped, a granular iconic holy fawn gets darkened; O, fearers
must, while bods flower, staple figs to fruiters
and, sss, milk weepies, declined from tea-sleep, will crap on Diva

Uh. As bladderers to cobra swig indian heat, hazy blue meteors will surely crashdown
Uh. As tissuers of sofas dig after india-meat. bluesed scissor-whores will surely use towns
to cast fast lippers across a crisscrossing moon that plays dead
and, when once men floss red Mars, a deadener of rats slaver after midnight sweet-bread
La, a denier inside hagglings appears to calve-strangle gold bats

and, ooo, a metaller of rabblings smears ooze upon brokers of doomed mad plaits
and, ooo, as moon men cry for mind-baaing lamb-whites, a facelessnes raids cold fat

Luh..The saddening eye of a smoked loss heeds now then fucklers of slut-staves; O, cats
become innocently holy,
and, sss, a driggler of daft babby swims for steeds then a musseler of nut-raids will slap
a damager of sex-deltas
Luh..The whispering self-radar entissues doomy dinny cunt-creeplers with porky pee-flaps
uhhh a mentaliser, with fast father, missionises dummy junk-steeplers

Ohhh...a sweetener of a salmon-risen sky-pussy gobs on spunk; and, ribbed, sex-maps
become cold as dead paps
Ohhh...a sweetner of a salmon-prisoned eye-pussy feeds from junk; and, frigged, dog-traps
use an extemporiser of a fished prism; and, where puddy cries, monk-sand murders crap;
and, sss, a diviner of a tishy prison heeds boiled hair
and, sullenly bed-broken, peepers with seed sieges for India and the Africa of god

Laa: a crabbin hook on a granite door switches yales to secured cemeteries; and blood,
once dropped, render our sun to wards
Laa: a cabinet cut, sundering by, sweetens grey birds with hallowers; O, a street of mud
enissues trampoline defamers with old sexy spurt-swine
and, oo, as we ravel into tides, a pluperfect daisy-dime spins some aged english blood
with rootlers of british dollar-drugs
and, with salmon-shakers come huffing dugs, a daughter to spind winds will use buds
to wankler for daemon drapers

Luh Luh Luh!! silky peaky milk-weepies waft herons and, sss, where lakeside gloves
get soveriegned, a bastard seen in chimneys sweep petrols with hairy hirsuters; and mods
hiss for original ice
Luh Luh Luh!! mealy cot-lice strum a salt-guitar and, oo, melters of family fluters see gods
come tyrannising pealy lavvy lungs
and, oo, a blinder in city baggies swim for guns while lost sweat-memories will fuse swabs
to dirtiers and blue sky streets
and, sss, a street of feeling filthy will come up from worlds into baiters of dying dune-scrags

Eh? Eh?,., and bandiers of veiny blue-fluters grip to glass and huddlers inside moon-cabs
enbutton some diseasers with venal screw-shooters; and, sss, as muddlers slide from stags
an isssuer of soft receivers hold a renal mass to shouters
Eh? Eh?...and candiers of easy noose-neckers grip to masts and haunters drive for mouthers
and, sss, we may well come kissing across labia
and, sss, we may well come cut-pissing
and, La, the green devisers of bums cafe-cape herders of buns within stickers of sweet grinders

Intimate tummy tripe sometimes feeds alone; O, a draggler of dickers blends meddlers with moulinex
La, as fatalisers dive, a gun-mind feeds drones
La, as navellers writhe, a sun-spine feels for stone while milky virgins cum swallowing babby sloanes
And, ashen with stockings, a blue-headed war-groan smiles for urchins; and, willowing,
directly beneath lost burnings, a stomacher of whored dromers will dribble for maiden-micklings
Oh, and a reader of crisscrossers earns yearning from boarded blind hills

Uhh. bodices of bled begging crossbelled big ben causes easy night to supper after tit-weavings
Uhh. offices of deaths cum beading outellors of sweet gemmers whose fanny flayer guts whistlings
O, once across grey pecks, heaving mad neighbours shot henna; and, sss, a bird inside dealings
hip to de strange bleat
and, o-la, wivers will reap some stranger from mown failed sleep
and, Uh, loaders in drills beckon gun-saviours directly inside detoxers and heavenly cock-wheat
and, sss, once where boncers burned, pacers of infected dives
came instantly rocking at a pleasure-source and the idlers of lies

Eh?

*
- heroic is death's century, as dead as heaven's baby. denusion, fusion,
delusion, denusion, fused confusion. LAMERICAN Dream, pyre under pyre,
LAMERICAN Scheme, fire under fire. eyes, first optic of the box that

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

sawn bile-birds use ilexes to storm a rose
oo stormers, dialled, don faces as cold clothes
rotate across a wild screen,
and a naked mental child has to scream for dreams
and a swallower, under gas,
comes willowing for camping glass
Agh, a fatal whore uses crapping grass as screens
show wankers to glossed masks

sawn bile-birds use ilexes to storm a clove
oo stoners, smiled, drag laces across old robes
and a fatal mumma, stabbed, drag ivies when rogues
use rodeos for sapphires
agh, a stapler under samphires pins gangs to brogues

and i see now, aside my cloud, a naked mass
made all too wide
and i see now, aside my crowd, a naked tash
and sawn birds bray now?

*
sawn billy boys stone robin-crows
sawn daddy boys stone dobbin-clothes,
and a fiddler in a stream
swerves;
and ideal mana, mazed, dreams of bird
and a stoner of nerves
drizzles combers across factories

sawn biddy birds, stoned, feed crows
sawn babby nerds, loaned, feel stoves
and a body mind
gets fed to mulch when a dizzy spine
gets brutally murdered

Lo, once upon a mine, eyes used wine
to anoint beds with coal-vines
Lo, once upon love's mind, eyers twined
Hector around keen Andromeda
and easy bikers, bridled.

send body-burns to fast sleep, and
trendlessness yearns for babby sands

and i see now, astride my cloud, a fatal smash
guttering under candles
o i see now, aside my mouths, a fatal lash
scuttering thunder-anvils
and a baby brooch dons logos from ashes
and a dizzy stoat gets soaked aside lashes
and i see now, astride my cloud, a fatal smash
scattering perms across warders

and, oo, once upon a mind under gauze, trash
comes stampeding across a dilly smile
and, oo, once aside god's mind, scissor-straps
get bled under bruising waters
and, ahh, cooling daddy waters spiral under
purple pomanders and easy combs

and i see now, astride my cloud, a navel-crash
come sundering wheat with ravens
and, nuked by lud-heat, greyers harden for lovers
and, bastardised, blood-meat softens for larders.

Ah as a wander-lust-leech goes writhing
then beniters, blushed, gets driving
o, a capper of dirt-mush has to use dreaming
to serenade bols with bolshy evenings
o, and a derry diner whose birdy reelings
drop, hereby centres collonades across a
daddy crowd

Ah as a feline female priest launches meat
then den-drivers, sailed, fail as sun-sleet
cuts an icen wagoner;
and wizeners of flaggoners hisses aside from
dizy calamaties
Ah, a naked bully will forever loss his mum
and, once dragged, a demoniser

appears washed to keen death; and guns
come swaggering across nyphms and dryads
oo, a curtle cry of a porn-shop
uses cunt for eyes
and, la la, we weep after lost Ides
and, la la, we sleep as fathers ride
from county sleep to country egits

Uh,- a balder of meats dresses for remits.

*
these are our mallard days where we lay love's baby down
o, these are our dullard days
and, once speyed, a bad rat on de moon comes using Downs
to shelter heads under trays
o, these are the mad days where we sink straws under towns
la, these are our mallard days

and a hip in a glassroom gets planted in an able limb when
doctors arise from staffrooms
o-la, riders of guns use bald horses for rooms as grooms
come swiping furs from closed dune
la la, reapers of birds must send eyes to bedrooms

uhh.

*
there are dunny deceivers here who move
laden lust with fans and grabbling dudes; Ah!

the latent mad burial of a studious infant
gets cemented to carnivals
and the pushers of blind bells
hits to the beat of a delved cell; and wells
cum shooting crack and kine
and a dollar under england uses woodbines
and a masser under Man
veers far west from a news-riven spine

crocus blossoms get chewed by lovers
lotus blossoms get chewed by brothers
oaky statues get stone-screwed;
and Paladin in soft rain lifts a skirt-bruise
with easers of milk and cheese and hooves

eateries give de sauced drum to fastfood
and a cafe underglass
rummages under de underpassed
and, oh oh, drivers of demons use food
to swollen enigmatic bellies with arsed
cottager's sea-stews
and an arriver of stews feeds bloods to
a syringer of day, night and Abandon
and clippers cut ships
and rippers dice clit
and a balded sea of blowers raise tits
from bastardising naked blue-tits
and god's ghost goes Tit-Tit-Ticker-Tit
and love's host goes Tit-Ticker-I-slit
..
the awakeners of glass feel for pips
the star-shapers of masks feel for drips
the martian surrrender under red pits
and cunny boy-men silence violent strips
with motherers of day and night
and witherers of lost day-light ignite
daggerers with delvers of dunny slits

as raisins dig caked ice we use spit.

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"Is the purpose of Poetry to sum-up the misery of the Universe?"

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Copyright 09/04/2022.

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work-in-progress title: The Diseasers Under Mercy Clambour Lips
first draft pome then poem-song

 

the diseasers under mercy clambour lips where mouths tread
O, mad gob, sundered, shafts after tricklers; and a sun inside blue bread
seizes delighted mammas from fever
and, sss, the locus of a father must jack the cliffs then cry forever
O, deceivers of dramas drink ginny heart-stages dry while slitters of heather
multiplies a wise pigeon with shrinks
and, sss, a fataliser, murdering, punches cardives when a neural mind-messer
dizzifies bled boners with chortlings
and, what with windmills moved against five winds, a parting in a spine-dresser
comes whooping up the owls. As foetal christ-wings soddenise a skirt-presser
diamates appear hurled into warred city fires
and, sss, gingerings, pearled, shout out aloud about hipsters and gallow deaths

Uh, a swinger of grey girls gets masked by de masted Venus; and coded decks
become feline juicy
Uh, a deceiver of fast worlds jack ruby with a fastener of de fractal cock-crests
and, when once teens flower, a renal commander of murderers shoots cunt-breasts

O

*
these hedonisers who dream of hapless happy times hereby mind-execute daffy heart-hinds
O, when candlers move, a cisterniser of clappy wynds sharpens bells then wrings fart-spines
and, once above screws, a systemiser of nappy mines gets fed to fucks then left to whine
O, when saddlers groove, a dreamer on the roof slices sodomisers with wives and snail-vines
and, as a hustler in snood becomes renal while bleeders with kidney mothers ram down swine
O, a paster of spun hooves appear horse-rapid while a vapidness of lovers dramatises wine
and, sss, a cellar in roofs sears grey tears from naked smiles
O, a pustler of finger-feuds peers under fazed spheres; and, low-dialled, a shirter under vials
comes sweeping beery heat directly beneath scatterers of ruined England

Uh, a switcher who screams for hapless pissy laddies hereby shine after dronal city-wiles
Uh, a fondler whose false lace burns will affirm a new day in new life that leads dirt to wild
openers; and river-rainbowers fist for ferns
Uh, a bitcher who creams for minds and disbelievers cum chanting de cunted dick-mantra
and, sss, to illuimate screens with horsed hands
and, when once puppets ream pig then baiters of small islands will sunderise sex-grammar

Eh

*
the diseasers in their dicky towns fuse dusts with pixy meal; O, painters of flexed packers
become, once belled, affixing clowns to pus;
and, sss, reliever of cellars swells up, up where a chasm of lusts nooses gobs with ripplers
O, we will fragment all sex-scents into fish-bosom
O, we will curve-drawl for sex-sense while a punisher of sirens serumise some naked failures
and, La, a pudding on a savoury hill gets romantic with parlatans whose whispery labia
becomes sweetening bone palaces with swift sex-bosuns

Uh, a stretcher who reams all cool cock-charts will murderise a new world whose flavas
mud-squat while preachers of molls suck-start illers of fragmenisers and penile leg-baiters
Uh, a meckler who diamondises a keen blonded rizla has hands for feet while gutter girls remand
all swizzlers under plumes as erstwhile as mummy god and her masted Veuus muffin command;
Uh, a belcher who screeches models gas
and, once aside broods, messagers from glass interfuse navellers with spastic blue monkey.

Eh

*
whence a dolly of a dog-dazzling american brolly arouses pushers with metal honey, users of baby
hereby, once spun, come chattering for moieties in leathers
O, a porny pappy pill-storm cums huffing drums and cripplers of Divas must sodomise pictures
and, nearby a corned cornea, plated snake-mums use a drippler for Ledas whence father-fixtures
drop dead;
and a whorling statue-bed beckons bastardisers with swarmy swarthy closed hands that finger
blinders of bus boys whose ermining verminal devisers smack daddy rose with a naked mirror
O, we stopped
and, when once boats burn, a flashering marketer of amateur poet-stalls enstrangle alien fever

Uh, a belcher of sunny perms use a sex-fatwa for a spoonering danger-ward where cripplers
interfuse revilers of gran-germs with spermazotics; and, sss, weepers serve hair to ole dribblers
Uh, a whipper of bummy swarms lets out one last easy laugh as his fatalisms murder cribblers
and, sss, i have seen some grey sonar storms getting sex-soul-stripped
plumed viral bed-beams

Eh?

*
The fondant potatoes of a live onion-dyke have to sunder lips
from silent moon-flowers
o, as violence empowers drives then car-cascaders use strips
to sodomise bends with crypts,
and issuers of Aaron use velvet rods for slits as cicadas shower
hands and knees with faces

the fondant star petrels who sing a petrol face aside laces
will hereby ironise a bedder of rings
and, o, once across a liver, a digger of swings used aces
to shudder after kings;
and me and my father will jack love's mother; and stasis

causes lemoned head-ochres to stiffen as sex cries

the mandolins of fast children cause dulcimers to pray
o mindless sin causes women to pause
and, once bled, forces under skin gets plashy; and day
yearns for soft night
and, oo, liquid bad boys cause voids to sunder clay
and, washed, a clay-cold cabinet must fear middays

the mandolins of vast women cause dulcineas to play
o endless winds cause chickens to forge
naked chick-papers as a nuclear fjord claps for slaves
and, la la, we pickle as we pepper
a salted bed with lepers
and, once lifted, rippers must end kidders to graves

Lahhh

*
these are our mallard days where we wash some wise pigeons in a pee-hole; O, as nakedness booms
for some easy child-wizards, a spooler of lungs sizes sturgeon from shit-robes; O, as nakedness swoons
then a poker in blown cities arises from dupers; and, sss, a paster of slit-clothes pasts a meddler when rooms
become scuttering for daemons found in pippers
O, a blorter, seen guttering, resounds in pepper while salted crisps atomise belchers with sweet-souled dunes
and, once where god drowned, a pealer in paper dials for malted wrists
O, a chortler, snared, cuts a howlaround from picklers of whores; and, sss, we will supper for dudies as spoons
come souping some brothelled body-mix into clasped foodlessness
O, a pettler of guns will seem to caress lips with greying fizzy endlessness.
Eh? Eh?..The drivers of spun spleen spiels under bone-fields where candy-craziness rolls marblers for wounds
O, a baker whose rolling downstairs bun-butchery clings to meat-stairs
Eh? Eh?..The derivers of swum beans seal sex-tundra under rinded riddlereels
and, sss, silky sylvan latent gun-chums fued for cunt-mumblas; and, Uh, a flapper in seals drag henners with
plangent soily swipes;

and the lovy god has come to pipe a loud lobbed cunny cat-world where a holy tyger-tigron beds live figs
Eh? Eh?.. a deflamer insid guns ripen for shrouds;
and, as fat moony vixens become fed to some canny canine fox Valhalla

Ohhh.

*
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?

the mandolins of gwendolin must noose a naked nipper
with nipplers; and, o, gassy dust will truss a fatal killer
aside selfless fizzy suicide-murders
and, beeped, an easy tree of purdah forces heads to quiver
for naplers and dizzy bees

the mandolins of five winds must serve soups to trees
ah, a sea of gloves arrive cusped aside birds;
and a naveller of grogs rides across lies when creeds
appear murdered by slashes

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.

*
oo, eyes will espy a cager of rinded women that glow, just like a glow-worm glows; O, a spiraller, mumblered,
entissues shrill spider-laser when budders aside crows sin-ducts mice from bronzing cheesed ratty rogues
oo, eyes will devise a wager fror grinded glassroom; O, a ripener in suns ensermons statues and pogues
sss, as impassioners in sabres slam dog-doors on tombs, a silencer in lug-lungs fashion dettols from bubblers
and, when once a frigger of doctors shuttles boned mums with cold Father Crime at the rear of sex-griddlers
oo, eyers, once piercing, cums huffing spunk at the sides of a nice old Leper whose skin falls under mixtures
and, piling, cunt-pursers strum muffling junk as if a broadboned sex-sitar
and, riling, cunt-hearsers strum buffling monk as if a bed-boned praying picker of blessed wine and cigars

Eh? Eh?..we will tidalise a comfy phantom on a sliced grid where cheap-stars cry; O, a minded sand-guitar
ennooses seed with idolising dairy-titty porn-mansions
Eh? Eh?..we will tidalise a dummy dick-fountain from a splicer that gets humanised with dolly and gizzard
and, sss, tricklers whose benny berries shake will, where missives splat desks, a choker of a cherry wizard
will hereby suck upon booby beadies
and, O, a pisser with ball-beats sweep evil sleep from daffies that chant de easy mantra then die for dames

Lohhhh!! A justler of insidious star-parts swum for a maid whose lesioning jazz-faith made petrol squirm
Lohhhh!! A pustler of invidious Mars-marks swum for de graves where spirers swept mace aside stoneworm;
and, sss, once along a lost mind's twine, an impassable crisscrosser of tears will sink under loud vales till sperm
comes den-issuing entissuers of a shaved crammed clam;
and, Uh, a scatterer of devil kissifers lay down a choc-slam when dividers of spheres use fans for bone-worm

Eh? we will move out to a spastic splayed castle when we swoon for derisers; and we will use fans for flans
Eh? we will shout for shoes and we shall eternally strike weed from gold despisers of willy and its poked pan;
O. These are somehow our salted words that feel for dykers of thumby tit-tiraders;
and, when once cars noose flowers, dolted wed birds will surely wilt whence buddies feed budders to saviours
Eh? we will move out to a classic splendid cavern when we swoon for enterprisers of weed and button baiters
and, sss, as cocoa saviours use god for real then ravens will swoop for sweet caressers of true love and ravers

Lo!

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

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

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Poetry & Science are much the same:
The dichotomy is the Void between?

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10/04/2022

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work-in-progress title: Oo a Tittler Whose Eye-Piece Causes Mod Laughter
first draft poem then poem-song

 

oo a tittler whose eye-piece causes mod laughter to flower exercises rot then fades
oo a render of muck just ooze sweet banana while pushers of towers lose graves
La, a magical sea-cut that moves meat from bandanas must move flowers from jade
and, sss, a dirt manyana soothes sleep with guns
and, when oceans change, a router of wheat shovels spindlers across scanners

oo a pettler, peppered, suffers the moon-minds; and directors of loss stagger for
lose-all-men while fanny fuhrers use a dune-mine for soul-diggers; O, a sea of whores
must swank from daddy while evil ouija boys summon ghoul-ghosts from swards
and, La, unbroken suns wed the devil
and, sss, when star-awoken bedsides use angels then biters of screws die for panners

O

*
as idlers hoot for endless rest, a magical pharoah murders mana; O, when idlers shift,
a cascader, booked, sends sex to sleep while a pusher of diamond feeds fathers to fists
and, o-la, we are now aboard the night-ship
and, o-la, we are now drowning for sailed strip; and, sss, a pacer whose eyes must kiss
all of the daddy boys riddlers after vagina
and, sss, the wicked sides of Diva shout out aloud about diseasers of fathering crypts

as idlers hoot for deadliness, a conical leaden star-crew will hit upon ghost-gobbies as wrists
get easily sliced; and, o, wet comics get shredded
and, uh, family dice, lost, slit maniacs with spreaded eagle-pictures
O, as wakers ride mice, a cervical evil mass fizzes; and a patient to cripplers uses pits to
dirty up all livid liver-boys with headpieces and pissers, soaped, sharpen sisters
with all our five and country rural genius senses

Uh

*
and, when once pigs pray, an oinker of loves rubs creators from sex and entrances;
and, when once pigs play, an oinker of dogs rubs dilators with wrecks; and old faces will
become as sweet as a true grave
La, i espied a naked troll come sinking its kiddy horn under blowers of screens on the hill
La, when once kids pray, an anointer of pugs shove nicklers to flowers
and, sss, once upon a piled glade, glassers in gloves dropped blind fans down lost fields

as idlers hoot for endlessness, a purloiner of arses dons some knicks and grey taste; and, reeled,
when naked pustlers send sin to blue rest, a denuder of nuns rip sanders from horse-laced
pigeon-reels. O, a pisser of skin fueds for cellves
Lahh, a beadler of missers swim for booths; and, lubed, a sweet tasting wheel will use mace
to synchronise men with dark afternoons

and, when once we carry heads far west, then, shot, sharpeners of chicken get fed to spiel
and, sss, a descrier in marriage stirs vests under gems
and, sss, a depiser of lovage purrs for leck as a feckless chucker chortles for gassed zeal
and, when once we carry beds far North, then, stopped, hardeners in kitchens fuse yields from
easily fairied thumbs that search the whole world for some idle guns

Eh

*
the artifacts of one billion lost spaces come hissing now; O, a sainter of dog-crowds use hands for farms
O, a sindler of suns oozes lace
and, whence clothes lose face, a baddy bug boy must sirenise pacers with clock-crowds; and, sss, alms
must become milk-laden
sss, we must soften soapers with Eden's snaking Eve-and-Adams; and, uh, we guff for seasand as we
car-season cappers of coaxers with hot sweet enemy petrol

as idlers hoot for emptiness, a modeller of sleep swears for diesel; and, inside, a gaffy table, stella seeds
accuse a human scatterer of ripening bells with meat; and, La, washed wheat sinks baths under star-steeds
O, a sindler of guns oozes crates
O, a rider of lungs oozes snake; and, sss, while domers cut cards a foreigner to kinks will give sex to bead
and, sss, i have seen men crying for the moon and i have espied weeping milk-whites with nine eyed beard
and rosy rotators of children must curse wounds with crabs

La. The darkeners of grey reason cuttler after tombs; O, a peddler of wailing silk-mice tame sex-lice as pig
easers a refranger of disasters with bladers of spongers; and, sss, swift kid-labs loosen lepers with strange squibs
La. The darkeners of fay serums scatter after runes; O, a meddler of raging ilk-christs tames peepers
and, once across a mad maze, louters of scissor-brooms get drearily raving for dolters and peppers.
and, o-la, these weirdo pylon-pints serve beers to dunes
and, o-la, these whiffy pylon-mikes serve karaoke to electrics

and, uh, a plumed gob in a god-cage eerily glistens and, uh, breakers of eccentrics whistle where winds daub
a bedazzler of moon-mods that get happy with easy mission hens and crafters of sonar taps and old rain-wards

Oh. a crazy mazy madam world got skirted by american stools; and, sss, we will weep for saps whilst a bedder of christs must
wolf down all chortlers; and, once dropped, a sky aside fools rams piss across cotten while benders of Isles sweats for crusts
oo a crazy mazy madam swirl got spurted by old sweet mules
and, sss, a defamer under girls appears curtive; O, a milky silked weepy fastens dead diners to dudes; ands milked men must
crisscross decriers with Mummas; and, sss, devisers of steely mons-bread gets
hereby sky-nationed deeply down seizures and dividers of eely bums and cigar-kecks

Uh: detainers of brolly-men sweep inconstant rainers across bloodied statue-mazers; and dafteners, dragged, see into us
Uh: these wide worlds i greet extemporise the pudding cries of one zillion virtue-dressers; and, loped, a verminous sea-tusk
gets wickedly clothed in a sea-chest; and, sss, a swiper of Ides squirms for statued prickers while thorn dickers
bleats; O, paver inside a sneeze-chest cums dizzily chanting the model germ that scatters squeak-weed upon flickerers
and, sss, layers of lies spin constant fascist yarns about cool Ava and bled Adolph and Benito;
and, O, pleasurers, spined, lynches leg-smithers

Ahh..penned maggots in Soho Garlands muses on slit-feathers then writhes for a sex-nucleus; O, a betted wine-moan suffers
some trendless bent scrapping that pushes a dirty hermetic sex-helmet aside wharves of dicky moulinexes
Ahh..penned dinner-worms slide across some blind-wounded sperm-set that venal reckied ermine-toad will use mamma to
enserpent swipers of perms and the dizzy star-beat of a swounded perm-pet
Ahh..penned swaggarts in Soho Garden muses on skirt-pepper; and, Lah, we will get stir-moistened until cellves gaol hecks
and, when once ghosts get gustive, a veiner of a blue-burst fanner will affix some cocky cunt-cockles where greyers smack
hosed mouthed hoteliers with snafflers of sexismos and depthening fanny-clicks
and, sss, we will conserve some female clitty dick when a doctor to a sputty sex-spock that creases vampers with picks

O, a leadener, spiralling, sources finger gingerer to some sweet jazz rocks where keen shrouders ennoose mien with kicks
O, a ladener, spiralling, sourcee ginger fingerer when some neat crab-nook snafflers dream-bolsters, Ohhh.

AMEN AMEN AHH MEN..The darksome cagers of a gravy masque melds rape with some mown heart
and, ooo, a drinkler whose flailed jacked fathers appear descimated with a couch-sun; and, sharked,
an oodler of musers sink a fanny fawn beneath macked mothers; and, sss, where books break, an ode to parks
appears fertive while fasinated; O, weevilers will masturbate in windows whilst hair arouses snapes from toads
and we will entertain some fires down drains
and we shall ensweeten guns with clown-brained
evil alien crocus circuses.

Uh And inglers inside rude udders swipen newts from efts while squlechy frog-flit forces ramshorns to entower
a burner of pet sides; and, uh, a maidener whose gun-desk smiles across love-lit horses appears to season power
with a naked g-string that pelters swift ones with booze-bums
and, luh, whence a sovereign in a kiss stuns cods with glue-lungs, a defacer of whored gorse-tears rape de flowers
and, sss, a falonic futile fairy life milks from struck bods

THE END..

*
& 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!

*
o, red riders of blissfulness will sirenise all bodies; and
where once nice sides of Gods get
shrapnelised, a sea of wives must heal a great pet, and,
la, when once our nine and country senses self-wet sand
then a family of soft flowers
must get holy, and croft towers use TVs for trannies, and
we get tracked down
and we appear drowned; and silencing towns use salt-stands
to succour sea-frowners; and violencers underground
star-strangle dusts and musky dukedoms

when all our nine and country senses will signify babby
then, ignited, haloed cushions get tensile; and closed laddies
will doubtless crisscross an evil statue with revolvered babies
O, a fooler of kiss-curses deal
heart-idioms to gob; and a blithe summer reel will shoot rabies
and, tenched, heart-beheaded rude feather
comes to in a closed english pub where a doubter of pleasures
stops stone-dead

And dommy demure decorous angels fuse beds to fevers:
uh uh uh.. when all our navels bleed while bathed, fingers
appear made dead as Martians; and masted Venus-ripplers
get shovellered aside bed and candle and evil urban knickers

O

what with bad birds at sea come tumbling in salt-harness
then a vermeil city hisses as guns thrum
and a bullet breather shoots gas as ingotted mind-lung
fish-hang denuders from roots and routed city dung
and a bended room
gets sealed inside a dune while a carryer of heart-tunes
barricades nesters under glassrooms

*
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 jesu-game
underneath a leaping moat
..
hand in hand we ran
behind formaldehydes
and a refusing refugee cart named
by tobacco beards whose hirsuit gun
shot a chasm raised from darkness
..
we dared to break into the sadness
before all wishes were left to strum
giddy body sitars
..
Oh.

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?

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.

*

Copyright JDB 13/04/2022

 

© James David Bellamy adult     PAID COPYRIGHT.

 

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work-in-progress title: whereabouts my flashing headpiece got stuffed with milk-maws
first draft pome then poem-song

 

whereabouts my flashing headpiece got stuffed with milk-maws, a coterie of distant strawn denuders
became, once rocked, just as dead as a rabbit-murdered sky-claw
O, a boatered body-bin clashes with cots while a puler of pies pierces lambasters with shot deluders
and, when once our daily skins get done, we must wash our titty willow under torn kids

whereabouts my crashing cock-piece got nippling, a coterie of silence causes wreckers to cut rigs
O, we weave as we chant and enprison losts dumplings; and, sss, as a bender of preachers use pigs
then, with violence capt in its grave, bodiers of ramplings surrenders gas to shender
and, whence we seize rats, a coverlet in dirtiers engods sex tender till the dead get gone

Uh

*
whence a spidery sky-net summons stella curves from starry pets, a saunterer whose world-wide kid
entissues an eerie spy-debt;
and, oo, whence ivory mind-pecks fuse bellers with mum, a fantastic bell-bed sharpen a grey tea-lid,
and, ss, we will slumberise heart-hecks with ebonies and holy dark bed-chasms;
and ss, as we grind dirt from sleep, mindless racist hands ram peepers down missions
and, la la, eyers must tend sleep while wounders of fascists become awarded for use of good gardens

whereabouts my crapping headpiece got muffed with silk-swards, a family of distant mourned moves
became, once cocked, just as fed as a statue-gannet
O, we will extemporise ducters of bread; and we must prove bigots still-born and we will use moods
to sharpen cool fields
and, oo, a spiller of demure ignorance must shelter dipped drivers in millers of red corn;
and, ss, a renter of peal gasses grit then stops for God.

Uh

*
o, i went on a holy holiday whilst i cracked god's petters; O, a pisser in plumers must fleshen dogs with walkers
o, i went on a holy holiday; and, where hymns crisscrossed, drovers of sisters must happen upon gold wafflers
La, once across a soft hymen, ribbands in waspers bind vaults to plovers;
La, once, aside fay moss, head-ends span dilators inside blind colts;
and, sss, me and mumma dross melted
and, sss, me and drama docks welted a moany nicky cheese-arse with graven gits and aged summer-murderers

whereabouts my snapping penis-piece sinks a bowl of porn-sperm days deep, then a nightlong jeep uses curdlers
to cardify a stella candler with harnesses and pinched gobblers
O, a gravitas of a killer hits piss with horse-presses while dragglers of deniers drone and drone
La, a pistoller, pawned, kisses girl-hockers that sharpen evening-murmuring green dream-saviours
and, sss, whence paddlers pee on lockers, a drover of a dreamer dances for Darjeelings.

Uh

*
The countries of killed snow-falls blaze
Inside fled counties where the raised
Fires of fission slap the raze
Of humane tender smashed whence hail
Slams the leas of romance forged
By iron. This cloud, curtailed by bloods
Of cursing Man contends the scales
Of clasping coughing where fled snakes
Swim the currents of rhyme’s lakes.
The stoned must skull their team
And the slicks of oil defend the place
Of missions risen from their reamed
Current. Thus, the spools of flayed
Skies defend the driven forms
Of Christ or else His Cross is void.

Divisions made by this delved soul
Will reap from corn the meadows of
The gulf whereby denial reigns
Too deeply for its fleeing slaves.
The lies of summits snap the ribs
And blackened oceans drive the towers
Of frightened loss as sands of time
Piss the wind and scrap the loaves
Of lissom on its aimless rise.
The majesties of night and dawn
Sermon up the spleen-fled hour
Of lies competing with bent truths.
The knives of murder drain away
The silky spawning of death’s daze
And chains of murder clink now.

*
sweet candifiers, maimed, enprism gulls with sea-wee; La, a poker of pussy pests peal some grass bubbler
from easy mumblers that enfission skulls with seed-pee
O, when once cunts cross, a smeller of mulls will forever and eternally feed crests to reels while rapiers swoon;
O, when once punks cross, a deller of tattoo-brawlers use empirical needlers for desks
and, sss, we will vent loss from suit-tellers whose motile hoteliers sunder wags with kink-quests
and, Lo, easers that melt to guns
must, once sat in fat, spurt an eggy bullet-bowl aside rock-staffs

sweet candifiers, chained, sun-fish for bead-balls; La, a chopper of a china gal world-eases sand into fire: Dunes,
cantankered, suppers for rain
O, we will expose pee-pee and we shall own all neon loans; and we shall fashion earth from wearying fire-flumes
O, we will impose sea-weed against gates and bone
and, sss, the horsemen that ride for pates shudders as ponying mulers extract missing teeth from city eye-fumes
O, we will dispose of pain
O, we will devise gods from de mains

Uhhh bladders that crack-up come poppering pappy flinters with sweet stains; and a daggering vine-idol swoons
Uhhh caddlers that snap-up come fathering dippy fixers with fleeters; and, ss, as mangers hoot for wine, moons
cause dunny creations to shoot fast thumb
Uhhh dredgers that suck a nut forge pervertive pills from mong; and a citier of fish fan failure with rocket spoons
O, we will extemporise muckers
O, we will extend ole glue eyes to a rainbow plane where a distant shouter of the cock comes home to roost for
ashen calamines that shelter the kiss of the weird
Ssss: as men and Mary Mead sharpen Los then old-aged legendary Mnethna must bear a baby in a false weir

and, O, weepers of miller-milkies must get silk-moistened by flavas and the final elbows of a venal rainy whore
and, O, mute suns will turn again to squared lusts while pylonic silken posers drive dollers till cars cry no more
and, O, booted sea-guns serumise de old with dives while pnuemonic forgers of eyes slide heels aside spoors
and, O, once along lost lungs, sodomisers of ill wives siren-saddle baiters of divorcers with idol bedsides; and wards
cum helenising strong cross-clungers of hilly lost brides
and, sss, we will fight for a brand new dilly town that sirenises cappers of dog-guys whose mentalis seems scored

Uhhh- a sweetener of kites nips to a sweat-pike while a doomer of rappers swing to god's moves; and, star-stored,
a mutative jazzy king swings to lip; O, a fascinated smile rises from Love
Uhhh.- a spritzer to a life hips to a sweat-trip; and the defaulters of Gob-God hisses across song-ice
and, sss, where once kids rove, ladeners of lifts form dizzy darkeners from holy word-ghosts; and darkness
kisses across a crisscrosser of song-troves
and, sss, i will idolise active miraculous diamate jive-daemons?

Eh? Eh?; naffy dole-dinted bad grannies launch a crude glass-flag; and the issuers of tongue-money uses deadness
to slammerise duped defilers with maddy saucers that lead some salty tea to slurp down remedial naked madness
And, oo, a butcher-baker rides for the spines of the god-pig whose hugely human sound grunts acorns from sadness
Eh? Eh?; gnitty scatty boys slap monkeries with lousy losing false grandaddies;
and, once where faces soiled, lappy standarising blousy fastening madam-moggies become hedonised by mindeness;
and, oo, direly tongue-drawn soft dire sequins must skirt-anoint madam-dobbies with sweet cum?

Uhh
these gilded slitherers whose serpent spaces guide ghosts into greased owls will contend with mums and diamates
will, forevermore and here and now squint for dresses
Uhh
there are stirred headpieces here who slam down the crone-clowns that strip the Ladies bear;
and the pepperers of tossed tears van against red stone-sounds; and, oo, while some bone-worms shower
grievers of frigid sex and japan stoneworms, a pasteller of droners get smoothed across clisterers of towers
and, oo, television hens cluck as their vegetated feathers cause egg to slide from a sofa-hour
and, sss, a fool with a fast gun shoots all teeny hayricking wanker stair-clits

Ugh.."!/.?

*
Oo once upon a mind, i entertained mad stories with
reapers of starry wine
Oo once aside my mind, i entertained sad stories with
heapers of dirty wine
and a daughter on the moon falls from old cartoons
and a mad man in a tomb
scatters ashes at his own grave;
La La,- we weep for slaves
La La,- we eat whores when a bath-tub at sea frigs
babby veins with idiot castles
and a bloated sun of skins opens burned parcels
and a floated thumb
cries for dum-dums

Oo, once upon a sad mind, i entertained mad tories with
readers of word-blind eye-makers
Oo, once upon a massed mind, i fed faces to shakers
and, la la, as whoredom drives hustlers home, then
easy swarmed humans die
and i saw my head in a tie
and i strangled all of my lives

these are my mallard days when i lay adown in slicks
ah, parental evil paradise
washes bones in flowers
and a bed of pins drives lamb-whites to scalded lips

oo the sun aside the skies reap stars from cut clit.

*
saw the car in the blue star
and the star in the blue dream;
saw it all, drowned in drink,
saw it all, faced the brink.
why? i even made good
and walked a neon mile,
proving the world round
and the sound underground
and the dark way of dreams
as red as woman's loving.
DIE!!!!
eye!!!!!
eye!!!!!!
DIE!!!!!
WHY DO IT?
best is the farm
and the animals in it,
best is the farm
and the people in it,
best is the farm
and the dying in it -
best is all here
and best is over.
DIE!!!!
eye!!!!!
eye!!!!!
DIE!!!!
WHY DO IT?
saw my wife
she said she was christ,
saw her man
he said he was the lamb,
saw my wife,
saw my daughter -
saw it all,
saw it all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oooooooo
ahhhhhhhhhh
ehhhhhhhhhh
UNDERDONE, MAN!!!
and this is the day
when i shan't pray
and this is the day
when man shall end
AND THIS
IS
THE DAY.

*
Once upon my mind, i swam for devils
la, la, i am love's grind & i swig hovelled
green greased glasses
. & whittering washes ram fairy idols
^& ideal odals of Americans cap rivals with
a walrus lantern & a beetle-suit..
.
When juicy ivories worship emperies then
keen heated ebonies sing for god's men, Ahhh
once upon lopped swine, i overheard Mamma
spoon-easing raping hearts to holy DaDa
..
On a sea of mites, i teetered under hilts
o aside spired tights, i harnesses red kilts
& i will always sun-love a celtic sea-tilt
ehh..

he cabbies in a cave are working near us
& we, pled for age, have to pay for dust
& we lean against a tragic bone-fire...Tusks
shoot god's elephant
& we swig from a sea-rant
& we kick lungs....

once inside a wolf, a bomb of winter slants
against a sperm-scrammmed bud of plants
& eyes ride to the right
& eyes ride to the left
& we are left to own the waxer's theft
& we are lent to deaths loaned cunt..

i heap my hairs up high when gold junk
spunks up, up, up... Ahhhhh
we are the whales we knew...Old monk
melts within a pan of pulley wind &
we cook a false dinner for a blue scar
..
eyes in eyes ease a tree of glass
into red macadam. I will heed glass..
eyes in eyes will sadden
easy boys with pearly tears... Masks
must city-shroud a ben of fears as fasts
find anorexic gods made thin as masts
On a sea of mites, i remembered when
lippy had smeared coats upon children
& we wove a dammy damsel when hens
donned full-frontal music.

As fullsome music has hens
cracking at an egg-wind, then
bad boys must taper for stereo ostroegen.

la lahh uhh unhh unhh oooo
do we taste rain as she calls
ooo do we do a crab for balls
....?/
the sun is out of times when
all blue egits fill winter-men,.

END..END.. we chatter as we bend...

yeah...yeah..yeah... amen?!!!

*
The loneliness of the ladies hears a crowd
Threatening, with horses, a sea of bright proud
Poetic angel trees
,. So unaware of the leas, men and messy clouds
Retreat into angled angelic sex shrouds.
Inside a blue blade, a bald bee pokes out its honey sting.
From under prison bars, a mindless mirror under
Shaved city bins
Blocks the boiling
And o, as a lost eaten world
Rains down like girls
Then wide wolves must pace against cats and whirls.

I saw silence-
I had been awaiting youth
And was cut down
It was a green Saturday
Hot beyond the town,
The very stones of silence
Spiralling
Down, down? O
What of beauty?
Only the statues remain?
Crumbling under wood smoke
Shops appear lost and closed-
Blown by bossed bombs
Beauty – yet shrill to life,
Drowns babes in a light,
And we are fed to viced
Dogs and wizards.
- Here there is decay,
- Here, banged sea graves
Swell up from dirty salt slaves
Fill up with evil fumes
And this space was
A towner under discoloured love
Sweltering within
The last silence of a keen God’s
Peaceful granite
Cocked spind
Mouths.

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

 

*
Copyright JDB 14/04/2022.

*

work-in-progress title: The Proctors Aside Bleached Flowers Cause Furs to Stink
1st draft pome then poem-song

 

The proctors aside bleached flowers cause furs to stink under blue flies and swollen eels
La, red doctors, wived, seize downers from curs while a shatterer of blue eyes watch wheels
O, a naked father, prized, eases towers into nerves
and, sss, once across sod-mind, dreamers of de blues fragmentise wallahs with lost reels
La, hoteliers, wived, get sex-fed to a sweetening redlight bed
and, Huh, once along a big time, chewers of Eden-evenings serry binding breads with wood-heels.

The proctors aside bleached flowers cause rugs to shrink under nude slides and wet seals
become rectal with venal prides and whores; and, oo, whence thunder moves brides, meals
come fastening deadly diners to fascinating fish-island;
and, Lo, a breaker of giddy spindlers will enserpent seasand with riders of bloused ole England
and, Lo, a shaper of dizzy skindlers swill greyers; and dolls snap.

*
These are our mallard days; O, these teeming fingers still Ides with paps; and, la, seasands
hereby swallow flowers; and, O, these reaming fiingers still sky with crap; and, la, seasands
hereby swallow towers
Uh, a verminal shower of hands lay the healers down along a swift snapper of powers
O, a lady in a caged lift expands graves from mirrors
and, where kids cower, grey grandes enknave riders

These are our mallard days; O, these screaming ringers swill Eyes; and, where men shiver,
a torrid butcher-baker in a wide mower melds cavvy grass-cuttings from women and quivers
O, a naked enbombing builder of owlers send body-rot to sidlings when lost chairs enmirror
elderly worlds with enswooning grey geezers
and, sss, when times sail high, a cloaker of killers fend for cops; and, sss, a city by a killer
comes surrendering crime to brides

*
The doctors aside beached mouthers cause firs to elm-stink; O, a chapeller of lost prides
gets Eden-oozing AIDS from dick paws; and, sss, when men stink, a fader under hot pies
appear shafting for graves and swift scores;
and, sss, as mind-men shooteth up, a painter of whores will come shouting about ties
O, i will extend my own shot self to a feinter of wars and hills
O, i will compound my bone-soft cellves with defamers seen in genoan rider-spies

The daughters aside blorteds summons swards from pearls; and, slopped, diamantes
come peering aside sauces; and, oo, our times get high for rams whilst fans of fancies
get sharpening tides with gorses
O, i will compend deniers with horses; and i will soften beds with drams; O, as ladies
lingerise aside rented decriers, hearses, hanged will murder head with edams
and, once across a demon-diamond, oozers of Bran come heltering for english wigwams

Uhhh.

*
bakers of butter-men cause blue spine to reap
a radial roman cradle from eased cot-heaps
and a radioed wife-mine
mines after willows as a softener of blue beats
gets slashing after cogs where moonish minds
stir porridge into wynds

where arrowers of duned kids shoot lifers from
a daddy of a mean boss
then a statue, salted, feeds moss to gal-guns
and, oo, granite jeans flow down a wet cross
and, crisscrossing for seams, a market-mosque
shines, shines, shines

bakers of bitcher-boys brag about dummies
oo lakers of picture-ploys shoot porn-daisies
and a molten sex-thief
loosens camera leaf,
and, oo, we cower for de beasts
and, o-la, we shower veins with heart-sheaths
.
just as dead death will become us, grey gites
will most certainly house our Lady in jeeps; Ah,
a cradler of a former flower
will snip gobs till mouthing mothy camera-cars
slash a bled slipper with teeny tappy clit-stars

these are our mallard days
ah these duned rooms we keep caresses clay,
and a denier of a skull-hanged papers
gets growing from a lost sea
la la, and cocoa curtains must feel for swede
and, smashed, hot potatoes swill soft-weed

where tawny men chant, then we go hang?

and we chant as we sleep
and we dance till madness sounds
and we pray for hills until ghosly wounds
cum spraying camphor across dark beached
blorters of cavvy cages and molten spar-bleached
fascinated prawn-rages
and, o, as eyes in prisms cause cats to spark
then, oozed, mind-wives
don mazy coats that smother stoats inside a
daggerer of boats and drowned dunce-deeps
and hallowers of straw-men
sink vacant lots into flowers when fay gems
slink.- Oh, madam merry-go-round sends
daughterers to prodded evil porn-mailers when
dancers, drawled, dream of shorn chickens

and, la la, roses, rummaged, must read men

*
These are our vivid days when spastic squirrels under gems gets cutted with scarring hands and knees
O, openers of whores raise skins from mastics while nuclear lip-slits uses pig for tarring men and bees
Ah, these are livid days that feud with plastic smiles;
and, sss, a rigid graveyard will interfuse fig with filed Isles
and, La, some eely elderflower must shimmy; and, oo, dialled wiles shower docs with stirring trees

These are the daffy dog-birds that churp inside slammers; and, enscannered, slots with seaweeds
cum damaging; O, fathers to murder-bats derive writhers from remitted crammed Lot; and Mnethna
will, here and fucking now, serialise womblers with riders
Ah, we will extemporise crowers with spinnies that spin bridlers from portable mineshafts; O, Hilda
drools for de utmost carrion Hitlers

and, when once books break, the Signs of God are seen abed with guns; and, sss, whence Himlers
cum shooting heavenly yiddish blood, a driver of evil spleen will scissorise a hissifer under Hess
O, we shall forever search for the pluperfect feast as we dream of dill; and, uh, mistress pippers
become struck down by perpetual pipper-boots;
La, as faces drink crown, a candifier of zipper jutes surrender doggers to ripper-jutes while wildness

heats up and up; O, delvers of a prism-wagger cause holy sparks to sing for a black cat's sweetness
and, whence beers shed human tears, Aladdin with a pint-glass gets rubbing his own lamp-lit madness,
sss, we shall most certainly summon weird weirs
sss, we shall most definitely engarden wideners with telly-tears
and, Uh, a host to crossers must enwave pigglers with belicose belly-beers
sss, we shall find a new river with two twixed riddlers
and, with enskulling blue figures of frigs affix reddeners to blinders

Eh?
*

The routers of the cock will shoutdown till bottoms burn; O, whence babbies drift, a cloned cotter seen inside thunder
must, numbered, fuse a loud hill with red drills;
and, sss, we will sodomise proud pills that must fill fish-mouths with dated paracetamol; and, oozing, thumbers
come shuddering; O, whence babies drift, a coterie of kippers surrender cods to evil devas;
and, sss, a butcher-fakir whose bed of breaded bacon-nails become rented to mods; and, oo, mamma to Decembers
come shouting shrilly down dead clays:
uh, a velveted enwoollened butter-grave gave silent candle-shrines to stella winds that lead boats to sailed dissemblers
uh, a squirtive, star-serumed, scatter laid slavers when babby binds shoot off minds
and, sss, a pointer of a dread god will fall from shavers then boil some hair then feed flowers to bruises;

Eh? encanned seas of zion-weed will hereby scathe raw needs with oil; and i espied a beautiful moon-vixen sending
daddy radars across a deepening dirt-melody;
Eh? encanners, seized, sinks some purple oats in a bed-bower; and, sss, this bed-bower is my sweet prison
La La, makers of disease pinker form lady mental; and, sss, sidlers who revere red cowls must fuse a nerve-prison
to pluperfect pussy hordes
and, oo, worded world-boys will shoot for larders and, oo, birded whirring family feeds de minnows
and, oo, rancid woollen toys will hoot, just like some owl-lovers
Eh? we shall extend some deaf hills to musk and dust and dirt, death, disease as we
affix Hector to Andromeda
and, uhh, we must forever use a speyed-skirt to loosen body-blits with aged defilers; and, sss, we will fade

way back home, where de music is praying

and the routers of the cyclops will shouteth for dinnerboys; O, as giddy Father Gide murdered his choirs
a deflamer of a dead red spyclops gets ousted by wards and toys;
and, oo, way back home where death's small cunt spurted sweet joys, a fastener to pie-seeds use fires to
come showering fast stone with messengers of walled spunks
and, sss, a wagoner out alone in a forest field will come sirenising monk-eyes with conventional nun-nudes
and, oo, weavers may well cause milk weepies to seep under sleep trilbries;
and, sss, we will search for Hell
and, sss, we will search after Heaven

Ahhhh Men.. These are the malllard days that interfere with cocklers of plashed vinegars: Oh, sonar
sinks a babby bud inside some stoneworm that sunderises grids with roasters; and, spent, cinemas
become adjoined to a mad boy's mummy;
and, ahh, we will heed mute spacemen and we will ensummer rodded ribs with a rotted burger-meal; and, sss,
cicada children, lung-stained, must huff for comers while
elderely heady women, star-skeined, must caress bellers of sneeze-chests and easelled sundials.

Eh? The kindlers of stella sexology launches some blood-books at meaded vino vials; and cocoa sea-smiles
become fascinted while the rectologies of male paunches thumb mud-brooks with files;
O, as wakers awake for nothing, a pluperfect sail gets plunged across nooks in sex-wiles; and, oo, smilers
will come to compend a bather of a yorkshire vale come sharpening Ilkey with blood bilberries and killers

Uhhh

 

*
the dicta of the fluff puts pissers under muff as
locators of silver cut spitters with greying glass
and, oo, a female demander commands de past
and, oo, a flasher exposes cunt
and, made cold, oldness suppers after spunk

where arrowers lease lots to grease then junk
strums dolly cigars with cigarettes under monks
and, oo, a crazy bone snappers
and, oo, a mazy stone-brother feeds from
old trunkated trunks that lead bodies from a
sea of bays and skull-men
and trappers of daddy trapistes don gems
with twixers of tearers and evil gardens

oo as we drop our cat then we will move
ancient kids to sonar rats
oo as we drop our hats then we will move
ancients pigs with grunted blonde-screws,
and, once aside a mind, me and madam lube
will serenade arms with guarded arm-bats

where arrowers of duned dung slice fats
then we will search the fields for soft saps
la la, a damaging romancer stops crap with
sunderers of green boys and fasting dance-kids
and, ovened, we cook coke
and, burned, we cook a snake
and, sirened, we scream for drakes as riders
rotate across dolly dykers.

*
these are my mallard days when i willl lay my body down
these are my darkened hapless chomping gravy days
and, whipped, i see a sea of quilts made soft as sound
and, stripped, i see a sea of milks
come sindling after a hive of silks
o these are my mallard days
o here comes my midnight days when i will surround me
in slaughtering pompidores and conic combs
la la, a pylon under sweat-cloths caresses a naked dome
aside wicked looped shent lives
and, as eyes walk, then red passions may well use drones
to surrender bees to waspish gorging hairnetted sloanes
and these bled streets, seeming dirty,
will sodomise sleepers
with canyon trainyards: Oh, a drabbler of ear-creepers
slide a crayon creed across crisscrossing lady leapers.
....
these are my dullard days when i will lay my head down
upon crashing female arms: And farmers to loud towns
will slacken street lights
and a widener of red light comes shuddering for nights
and a wivener of forced towns
cum swiping sonar stretchers with laden latent heights
Oh, as dads turn severely turtle
then a radioed messy moon-stable
has to heap clothes days high..

*
"at the end of a
rainbow, at the end of the night, inside the other side, within the
smoking of a pipe - in the centre of a notion, in the middle of a plea -
mister mephistopheles sits down for tea.

and now the guests arrive by
midnight coach, and the best of the men wear a scarlet broach, and the
best of the hens wear a shaman's beads, when mister mephistopheles sits
down for tea. and when the evening's at an end, hellfire burns, and the
selling of a soul is all that's earned - and the hellfire burns and the
hellfire flees - where mister mephistopheles sits down for tea.
and if you
should wonder whose teacups glint, then look no further than the eyelid's
blink, and look no further than the fathomless sea - the haunt of mister
mephistopheles..."

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Poetry & Science are much the same
The dichotomy is the blue Void between. 

*
16/04/2022.

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work-in-progress title: the dodgers of all red plants come sharding pus with gal-pockets
first draft poem then poem-song

 

the dodgers of all red plants come sharding pus with gal-pockets; and, La, as windowers flower
a sweep of a walled cunt fuses incredulous mush with skull-rockets,
and, oo, while some copper christ thumbs a kiss, hushed fig digs for kinders and schism owls
and, La, we will wallow as we dice drums
and, La, we will swill de shadowers as a pentacled hot spider-sun gets dusted then ruined by
tearers of lodgers and sealed homes

the dodgers of all dead plants come shattering crust while hushers hoot for owls; and rude wives
will become sodomising slanters with ceilings; and lust, reviled, shoot for fowl as randy rides
become sodden with pictures;
and, La, we will ride fingers of ginger as we arise from ducts then dream about our lost denyers
and, Oh, a doomer seen in knickers gasses wee with piles
and, Oh, a shaker seen in kickers gasses shit with smiles

Haahh.. a waker of sweet mind-heart-jazz weaves some bandages now for men and children

*
the dodgers of all bled cunt slashes for clitty and her small penis-prison; and, oo, women will
rotate acros a red punk,
and, enmissioned, i see a hustler at sea come renting walls to harnesses; and, moved, swept hill
become sodded with lashwideners
O, dodgers in the Fall suck on fasteners of mums
O, rodders in the Fall suck on fisheries while glassers of lummy lungs supper for gilt descriers
and, whence bods blow, gunners of family cuss masters

the dodgers of all bled spunk crashes at the bodies; La, a faker of dirt snaps stone while smilers
appear crept across bread-junks,
and, Uh, a paster of Loss will hereby listen for way too long
and, Uh, a lapper of gloss will hereby glisten after smotherers and evil songs
O, podgers may well cook some late night porridge
O, packers may well feed cum to snakes
and, weebling, i overtook mummas then bled for bunks

Uh
*
the dodgers of all sprayers must tilt across milks then die; O, a plaiter inside eyes must
hereby blort for drawls; and a picture of a cross wilt for women, and, tied, sky must fuss for
lose-all men and deep cruel slit stores
O, refiners in malls will wither for shoppers that sermonise a new day with some grey gauze
O, deceivers, swimmed, shiver for poppers
and, when once picks flower, a blender of pepper uses nappers for graveyards; La, coppers
used a mad car for arrested money

the dodgers of all players got horsed today by shrillers for baby; and, with seances set, Ledas
drag a zeus-swan directly across rotted caves
and, when once storms swarm for muted graves, the silly sons of man strip ships bollock naked
and, slagged, bonced forms pawn wars for gold-forcers
and, relievers, junking, fawns to stella gourdes that become broken in a schoolyard
and, sss, entities in jumping must inform mauds about doners of farts; O, weepers will rave

forevermore...

and an expander on a locked cliffside comes scuttering sperm mandalas; and pitted braids
must feel after the daughters of England
O, a user of feverish mortars must cause human red bricks to sharpen dollars with slaved
navellers who sink a thumb in a forever bleeding mind-slut
O, a nooser of liverish lovers, hereby stormed, pushes planters of pup with naked booby
and, with a bald bed turned on her sides, formers of lime-fuck forces lashwiders to study
nothing but sex and killings
and, as minds sail by, woollen peering prides use hats for jives
and, as swine flails high, swollen fearing blowflies rap after spidery sweet wide rubies

and we will strum some well-thumbed scissor slap and we will raid meat then writhe
after bellers of bums; and, uh, honeyers in sweet crap shed blades; and wept pies
must eternally search for rambling radios
O, painter of some loose sex-engrainer cums huffing for meadowed leaden cries.

Uhhh what with tarrers of fathers burning for starlings and the sparrows inside, tides
will become haunted by teemers while a spurting darling will ram down the sugar-slides
Uhhh what with peekers come crying after yearlings, blonded petroleums wash spied doobies
and, sss, some money-horde weeps for solar changelings
and, sss, some babby swarthes sleep for sonar sofas whilst mumblings swing for lost candies
and, ooo, in a reaming space, some static essential lover appears spiralling into bruising winklings

Eh? the indigo blood-mussels that sink aside some french-fink comes rattlered for screenings
Eh? the shimmering bed-tunnels that slink aside some wrenched pinks come pled for dreaming;
and, oo, a champer of some visual runnels ride some pinchers with clotheshorses and killings
Eh? the indigo blood-pussers that sink into a rat-stink shimmies for bedfellows; Ah, breedings
get mamma-pinioned
and, sss, me and my menstrual cat-mind shed some gassy pussy gems; and, inside beadings,
wiveners in trees teeter for mules then fade to crayons

and, oo, because pink is my favourite flamingo, i shall open hives as she-birds cry for buildings
and, o-la, because pink is my most favoured meadow, i shall use dives for bed-curves while
eerie eagle eateries become roped to coastal shadow; and, oo, we will drive for head-curs: O, styles
cum turning forgotten aldebarren LPs that burn up and up for an acid stylus and some dead vinyl; and
when once a pedller of tramplers gives head to a gal-tramp, weepies for coppic cans open into islands

Eh? Eh? Fishermen of mermen swank across Sainthoods and buzzy tawny blackbirds don swift smiles
Eh? Eh? gismers, maidened, wank cross caged buds; and, oo, a cabler, made from cures, uses Man
to supper for the forks and knives of a mood
Eh? Eh? Fishers of old kisser boys, with fin-flits smoothed, wash waves in bleachings; O, cold Japan
comes issueing for model stone boys
and, sss, a petroleum penis moan interfuses stoneworms with slackeners of blenchings; and sedans
must forever and eternally always

drop devils under a dropped warped sirened clay-clave; and birdy bouncers may well cheep forever
and, when a green buddha is found beneath bees, a gassy vavoomer of a chancer may well sky-sever
scar-surrounded bussy men with buzzy bitings of a greasy heart-mind juicer whose greyed night-weather
becomes dark-driven from the baited bomby bonesperm that leads elderly cousins to dirtied wet-pleasures
and, ooo, we will ensugar waspish deniers with a skirted stink-jack
Huh, material moons will become spread for hummers
Huh, asexy Don Juan will become lead to comers; O, a wood of faceless ones fish for pink-tac
Huh, delterous head-horse milled dumdums suck along a nut then crack;

O, after the milk-raid, a nut-knave must lop a bed from a blind flower as sappy sapphics crash
around hissifers and kissy hot-hissed cunt-scissors.

Uh

*
dealt transits come vanning skies for mad lip; O, a shelter inside pain
gets, once trashed, demolished with sad clit; O, a stranger under rain
comes torturing lemon tipsy long dead drinking friends;
O, we will sermonise easy dippy breads
O, we will censor criyers with zippered cunt-bread; and, oo, when pain
causes evil frights to fires; then weavers of spunk-breads will use brains
to wallop invective body-mind-spirit daffed souls

ideal transits come pealing eyes from bled lips; O, a shelter inside reins
will hereby, once crawled, use pires for bed-trips; O, a stranger in reins
forces, once dead, with pullers of spillers and fatalisms
ah, ideal blood-blowers get giddy
ah, devillers, showered, get drowning after dead kids in tummies

ideal mastiff telephones must idolise the livid mummas whose babies
appear happily strangled
oo, ideal dealers in sandals must recognise gems and genoa when rubies
come cutting golded asia minor;
and, slabbing, we will acede seed to mamma
and, crabbing, we wil fish for weed where a holy milk-daddy gets
skull-anointed; and bollock boys seem scared

Uh

*
there are some nursery days here tonight; O, hereby mad men fail to fit
la, there are cursory babes in arms whose holy mother dreams of kissed
cat-hissifers; and, oo, a terminal farmed cattle-bruise gets led to fists
la, there are galleries of deaths to here
and we must surely see a hellish sphere come rendering dyers lisped
by a dirtyer of tongues; and pepperers of mercy will use hot crisps
to centralise sweeties with blind paperers

there are some cursory days here this night; O, hereby women flit
la, there are some navellers in lays
la, we washed our hands in bright graves; and feeders of clitters
come peeing pure fires
and, o-la, death's pyramid volley must don shadowers: Pictures
must surround blonded dolly with a kisser of meadowers;
and, fragmented, candied bullies get fed chocs till murdered.

*
when a pomade of palmer violets
rams down a sweet moon
then a book of strange graves will
set alight to rooms when starlets
locked a wormed tongue around spilled
heroned fish-faced dunny gills
& a bird in silence hawks about kecks
O

once aside this mind, i overheard
drawlers of dusts & midnight words
&, lacquered, i lace my bed with birds
& eyes flicker under a bib of wrecks
& i espy astride of me a spoolo of filled
dormitory squeezy feather mills.
O

acrid smokey maggots at love's drill
hits a lost manned feed
&, lynched, a field of pharoahs stills
riding writhing romantic Paris pills.

eyes awake from ice to sin-heave
bollock-wicked sirens shaping seethed
guilty lockers of hissing bead-bees
..
dromedary seizure-men load heaved
robbers of Spanish salad leaves
& we lay a heart of waste underneath
bruising baby coral-wreaths.

when a pomade of palmer violets
rams a red biscuit down throat-tips
then a blued tongue of fizzy false lips
tracks the deniers of neon kicks.

Ah we will ride to sleep as meat
strums an ancient lute of lost sleep.

*
& i miused posies while looking at the sun
o, a tawny sea-cosy smile
shoots lamed dead men with easy red guns
& i misused posies while sleeping under
radios of loud boys & bird-wiles.

glass pushers spool deep where dials
turn a sex-buttoned-text into wild vile
saline cellphone weepies
& we milk for weepies as a grey guile
chastises bony infant ladies.

*
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;

Uhhh.

*
wow, what now for yesterday's world?
uh, what now for deaths & dying girls?
- coded easy oestrogen laps old pearls
& we dig for passion..

the coda of a kind killer sees prisms
refracting feline light
& we ride from street life as missions
falter then break..

wow, why westerly winds stop dead
will pay for occidental seabeds..

*
the cornice of a lost home jazzes after
dairy brick
o a red swift lops lost bone as laughter
laughs at lips
& we may drop out picks

easy riders of romantics rot fathers,
teasers of drivers rock a dotted lover's
drunken sex-chant
..
the cornice of a lost home jazzes after
dairy crypts
& we dolly for daisies as death's drover
parks a valley..

as we paint flowers with dewdrops then a cellar
will bury ladies fingers in the yard
la, la i yielded a feline to a bard as old rivers
raced down to a sea of card
& we ladened after summmer where cold mirrors
scattered fakir's glass
..
once aside of lakes, a boat of scarves warped
wrappers of dizzy faiths
..
we faint for faces & we paint dolls when ice
weeps for oven-burnings

*
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.

*
Copyright JDB 17/04/2022.

 *

work-in-progress title: The defenders of mad musical members will hereby cause toes to touchdown..
first draft poem then poem-song

 

The defenders of mad musical members will hereby cause toes to touchdown
La, where greying sad killers become death-candified, a bolter of dudes will resound
nights deep in the earth where butchers baked a petted meat-cake
O, as families grind, red birth must sod-up a scudder seen aside a bathed snake
The defenders of mad musical cold cock-Decembers will hereby fuse beds with lost towns

O, a defiler inside a city moon gets gritted by sex-cocoons as a father-child to bone-clowns
must, dish-ducked, spill wounds from shitters
O, as ragged show-men thrill, then a ripper of pickers gets sent to female Hell where Downs
appears ravaged directly under bruisers of crocks and a waste of blues
La, defenders of sad musicals dickers gets sunken; and dillers of lubes will murder drakes

Uh

*
The champions of shampy grinning pubic fuels will hereby play a bad song for Mary
La, when drivers concertina, spinning public tools will hereby swim for songs; and, oo,
when madam macadam sweats for Mamma Naples, a painter of rings must sharpen daisies with
bellers of disjointers who chime in the lipids of a light-meat meteor-grid;
La, when writhers, sundering high, writhe for aphids, a swarmer of detours cum force for crib;
and, oo, once above thunder, me and my false bride got planted in a wax-world
O, and i have forever stuck a geesy yeast-tongue out of rot
and, sss, a capper of suck grabs for peace but dies for a mass death that feeds pies to cops..
The champions of dizzy spinning public mules will hereby pray for weeds whilst knots
appear star-stanchioned directly under swirling magic fools; and, uh, messengers for sleeves will sock
a panter of a daffy tailor with some sweet killer-cavern and some easily murdered glue-gob

Uhh

*
The fathers to fascinating fan-feathers must wash in wallowers; and, sss, a belter of god-bogs will
hereby sirenise bluesers of van-fingers with pettlers of gallowers; and, sss, a seater in a clog will,
once pocketed, fuse some blood to veiled swingers
O, a dollar mind exchanges some stereo tech with a house of english money; and, uh, we will spill
damaging head-heart hills from spastic cups
and, sss, a poker of pled pills peers into pups; and, what with Herods gone, divine kids will thrill for
endlessly happy times when lovely children played forever.
The fathers to fascinating glove-grabblers must wash in sindlers; and, sss, a healer to grey meals
becomes, right here and now, as temptress to an wagging euphesian skin; and, sss, a pearler to fast fields
gets shot from some dizzy shelves
and, Uh, me and madam macadam must sweat for Father Gables while a pusher of lip fights for salves
and, oo, wearers of lady ava christs will summon rips from cabled
bodifying jesus squirts

Uh Uh Uh..

*
These are our ragged days where a pungent bell-boozer becomes as red as the easy dead; O, as memories
come hectoring some father-days, a shutterer of cell-cruisers cums shooting glass
O, i espied some red drum come clearing the ways for jungle-Gods while easy evil masques come using
some daddy fuss that must murder all living racists
O, i espied some dead cum come searing graves with whores
and, sss, once below a gun, some evil vapid whites got happily killed.
These are our ragged days where an urgent babbling abuse of yields will soften alarms with musing
endlessly milk-baptised holy together days
and, O, when sidlers slip, a pelter of daffy trade will surely become as cool as the beasts of actual Eden
and, La La La, eyes will command us to murder lays with melodies as cruel genius God murders evil buildings
oo, as trapplers writhe, millers inside farms come charming farm-hoses to naked penis-plod
and i have not come to realise yet the very darkness of my worldly words

Uhhh

*
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

uh

*
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

o as a palaver of bitty birds uses red Mars
then a dolter of doom denial
cums showering beds with spun tiles
and wicked gemmers under gun-smiles
suffer lips when grey pigs stop

*
the liars who lead dives to waters will stop now
all lovers and all metaphor
la la, aged sand trickles after wards as odd whores
cum hiring games to walls: come spurting, bawds
cascade for flames
and we shut the frames as daddy under grey daubs
seizes dun epilepsy from sacred tors

the liars who lead dives to waters will stop dead
la la, a laden Leda whose swanny zeus must dread
all drownings
will, loosened, show gabs to goslings when bread
crisscrosses across old crags

under this unencumbered poem-ledge, i give slags to
easy picnics; and a lonely eye-ledge
layers breasts with families
and a dad at sea claims cunts from grey granaries
and, oo, mossy mind-monks
will most certainly die when soapers

dropped mines to coal-sleep..

*
These are our mallard evenings where we ladenise a blue bled breaker for easy horny unicorns; O, as seasands
come salmon-shaven, a blooder under hair gardens for blind bread-lasers
La La, i will extemporise a widening of summers, and i will expand bed-baiters for the arses of England as faders
affix come helmetted hamlets to peerers of mummas
and, O, i will interfuse helmics with searers of vinegars
and, sss, we must seize bones from kinemas while a blorter of murderers cums shooting islands
and, whence men crashed, me and some knickers on some gentlemen's chairs furled time-tearers from strands
and, sss, i have sirenises me and grey slitters with venal charring jacking dens
and, sss, a crapper of wintry weed will overuse fig
and, sss, a licker of aumtum will interweave bongos to green pig..
and these are our mallard days where we will sodomise D-cups with sneezers under cheese-chests
and, uh, a painter seen by graves snares us with idolisers
Oh, we shall ignite some Japanese incesters with choppers; and crests
get spewing summer-sleet from a bled mike that smells of karaoke need
and, where dramatises weep, then ruiners of mice-holds will crawl until sex loosens small deaths

Ahhh a baiter of bullying shippen taping light-meat hereby swings from false trees
and, oo, horsemen will champ on champions with venal suns; and self-sex will bruise for messy
bodying baby flowers

OOO The charnelisers of chapter houses weep for eternal regal fools; Oo, a blinded mummy
interwinds love under charterers of wet sleep; and a breeder of loaves must use money
to extemporise bud-brothers with some kinky kindler hand that forces heat to swirl from
reddeners of mud-mothers and mad bubble-mumblers
and, sss, whence ogres drink to Lady Goliath, arenas of cavern-guns use hiney
to shape sodded stink-screws from deadeners inside fondlers of honey,
and this funny faceless jesus-funeral acedes woollen scum from wicklers of thunderers
and, Uh, a boney abuser of de bi-valves interfuse swollen nuns with monasts seen where daddies
loosens some lea-and-perrins on a vinegar table.

ahhh and i have seen mad men at dawn driving kiddy penis from cradles

Lo!!
The wiveners of an original moon collide with wound-tombs while caressers of odes use mien for candles
and i will raise a cocoa church for good youths where a dizzy seducer of de rose ooze for eagles
O, a swirler, slaved, guts across hurt; and, sss, we will expand de Medusa from a greyer as Ingles
become fragmentising some nuclear skirt from tissuers and rodeo mother-deluders
And, ahh, whence carded cardigan church jacks for sisterhood, a sorority under seagulls
becomes atomised by a rhubarb channel; and, ooo, models
must exhume body-fluff from dykers whose veiling islands ooze motels
La La La
and weepers use a floral barge for sweet tears
La La La
and reapers of nudes pinion cars then eat fear

AHHHHH an invective penile rash crawls up some inhuman sweet hair; AHHH- rapists of ears
get confusing lyons with puma-plays; and, ssss, a rider on de towns necks a weir with weird beer
and, la la, i will acede seed from the fingers of Eden to capped purpled stereo-spheres
and, oo, a helmic fever loosens malingerers with eye-snapped weepy ancient hotels

Lo The sullen tears of a tangerine child creases up with pnuematic laughter uses spheres
to sodomise wild seas of slut; and, oo, nut-raids will damage weird
sea-hostels made ragged by a curving beard
and, o, the sirenisers of soft smiles come abusing blenchers with carmine febrile
nylon-numbing sky-dials
and, sss, a wicked moonrise must mix up gill-tongues aside grey tiles
and, sss, a flacider in bastard-ricks erect statues from speared
swarded men whose giddy gaffy hero-sense weds mess to renal
lockering blood-eyrie; and Eries with blood-tithes use defamers for pink piers
and, sss, fratriciders of mud-mummies sink paper fans deeply down where warring spheres
cum clustering disembodiers of minxers and sphinx-towns

Ohh

In the moon, the women cum and crow?
...
And this sunned stunned day where I hear a rose
Glowing, like a pissed cow-Christ, then
Bad cars roar for rotted manacled gun-clothed
Dolly sirens
.
Pushing belly-men drag dredged dogs
Kissing scissor skins cut robed loss, and blue orisons
Sweat for grinded grit-ghasted tomcat marmalade

Ah huh The high hymen-moon plays sex-trade?
..*
As I summon pealer water, then heels on the move
Dress up in purple knocker skeins
As I suffer enhearsing brain-doctors
Then soft seals sunder bullets and hissed Portia
La La La
The dogs under fire jump for thunder, and trains
Trip, trip
Ah?

In this room, shawled alarms eat bruising burrs where
Starred spoons measure biddy prayer
And the daughters of Dom Daniel dream upstairs
And dubbed women speak of bulls and grimaces.

o!
*
as i weave my eager body up low stairs
i entertain a vision of a boy-
this boy is me when gone? O, stairs
lead to meagreness as self-joys
lam me aside my funeral.

as i weave a ladder, then i sew hair
to an edifice of academics... Air
comes in from outdoor & fear
laces lays with funereal tears
-the last i knew of my dead heirs
was about a sodden kid who
grew down in the colour True.

crows may welll wed blackbirds
oo, crowds might as well deserve
scalded hills where night-men move
rolled eyes to soft weeping
& the backs of the lost are sleeping?

as easy shadowers fawn to killing
then a rose of meadowers
will storm a mouth of spit-fillings
& a downy dodgy beard of nerves
wags under hosy lady lid-flava...

as the crows of my life loosen
nipped tails & baggaged patients
then we will surely supper after
noosed teeth & evil mouth-laughter...

*
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...

Huh?!!

*
20/04/2022.

*

work-in-progress title: The Dawdlers of a Skirted Sun Come Noosing Men
first draft poem then poem-song

 

the dawdlers of a skirted sun come noosing men with breaded minge
o, where warblers shun sizzlings, a defender of dens becomes stringed to
a buzzy bed found in a long lost song-forgotten eye-castles
and, sss, as weedlers spin, sunderers of spun spy-shops will use de blues
to acede some loud seed up, up, up from the numbering fingers of Eden; and, oo,
eyers of spirallers will surrender sex to a cool void.

the dawdlers of a shirted mum come soothing berry-collectors with wringed
baby-body-bursts; and a shielder of guns runs for cherry-inspectors; O, boys
scatter some evil washed vein-flower across bulbers of bums
o, we come to see a moon-mine made bright as a mastiff television; O, boys must
come sirening for treetops and minxy moon vixens; O, we will kill suns

Uh

*
the dawdlers of a burstive lunge must hoot for rakers; O, a summoner of serums
becomes scissoring after lunch
O, when applers savour spunk, a cake at root gets baked for de papers; and reason
must hereby suck Leda from junked escariot-boots
La, a vast statue inside rain runs for wallahs while benders of suits wave racist fans
O, when cablers savour cunts, a raider of scoops raises humidities from fascist vans

the dawdlers of a hearsive plunge must coo for owlers; O, a draggler of gardens rams
some supperers down across plums and we will sing for radio
and, oo, we get fiercely drowned
and, oo, summery head-hearts use towns for crazed shadow; and, sss, a bed of steel
come shouting out aloud for cities in clouds
and, sss, i have seen my own scary skin come routing mazy shrouds

uh

*
the dawdlers of an inhearsed blood-halter must shout for peppers; O, a driver of incisions
hereby, when once clocks cower, cut a cocky pony-plucker from writhers; and, la, indecisions
must, when once rocks flower, shut a dicky baby-blinder within red despisers of Mars; and missions
become tautening up high
O, dawdlers of a starry sneeze-force snappers for derisers of female bread; and, sss, a coded curtain
appears draggling men from pies
and, once aside butter-bends, a slicer of tribes uses soft sides to measure mods with fists
La, La: a bunny breaker, diced, dicks grey eyries while yawned brides star-pleasures crazy red-mitts
and, as bed-boads shatter, licers of slits fashion smiles from swarmy cuttler-calves

the dawdlers of an enhearsed buddy-hotelier must shout for peepers; O, a rider of sweet derision
hereby, when once cars glower, cut at boot gets raped by sweet razors; O, a driver of meat elisions
must, when once books shower cuts, a milk in a corpsed bottle seizes snoops then dives
directly underneath green graves and daddy silks
O, dawdlers of a starry tea-tawse snappers after bone-ilks who suck upon childen of lost lives
and, when once rooks murder marks, a metaller of drone-silks must forever lead lead to poisoners and
i will idolise some fast reason for murdering the original moon
O, heapers of cavvy depleters gets hissering for bled spray while noon-days feed headers to islands

Uh. The diviners of the daft sentences i heed weeps for clay smiles; and, sss, petroleums ooze England
Uh. The diviners of a vast gal-defective heed jeeps; and a warring city-dial fuses kitchens to boned slams
Uh; and, sss, a beller of de past caressers bled sheets that envagina pullers of murders

Oh

*
issuers of mermen drag dewy dells for cities; and, o, spy-drivers
come accidentally home
o, tissuers of mad wrens cause death in pities; and masted lovers
appear will-fed to drones

issuers of mermen drag loony lanes for babbies; and, o, brothers
come seizing tear-wax from riders of ole nippies
and, plumed, me and madam mum will murder lovers with
mentalis and the mind-saint behind a lost crib

o, we get puckering for paints as a loser of a chopped child
gets suppering for bled forks and dinner-dials; and wide kids
will forever plot to kill the mad
o, we get succouring ward-saints

and, once wrecked, i oversaw a stool of scent come using pigs
for a dabbler of eyes; and a natal fatal mod scent came for pigs
and, once pecked, i oversaw a spool of tench come feeding pigs
and, la la, we wept for sawn whores
and, la la, we crept across sex storms;

and i have eternally idolised the rigid dead with wintry fever-burns
O, as i hear idle vision then eyers of beds will cry for river-sperm
O, as i see even deafness then seers of bread
come outelling horrid hornets to spears; and massers for perms
got grittily road-murdered

and, laden with toad-furs, a capturer of Zen will wed de firms

Uh Uh Uh.

*
and Isis hears gods glide
homeward
and, aced, a tree of lies rides
for eyes and swards
ahh

my baby breaks beads and
waspmen weep for Man's
dicky sea of closed carved
cities

and townsmen trip for hot
mush and neon pities
agh

a holded tree treats war
and leaves are snored
and men are stored inside
pondsleeved cut cored
pears
ahh

and Isis hears god slide
Adown-.

*
The idolisers of mad madam Naples will come sharded, just like a painted vase; O, a seizure of pilers must
hereby fragmentise sad cavvy candles with gun-shines
O, a speller of sweet mad canaries cries all the time now; and, sss, a faceless mod-mind pulls some bed-dusts
underneath derailers of sad grannaries where a stella crowd car-kisses trendless bog-vines
La, when tissuers tear, mad maladies will most certainly carry star-misses to endlessness while stoned crusts
come issuing closing cad-cabs from some torpid bird which sharpens hispids;
O, idolisers of bad mad madam Navels will come sharded, just like a painted glass; O, a rider of writhers must
hereby sirenise a true babby with a jack-knifer whose human bussy brains will come chanting words for dust
And, once along some raisins, a meckler of a hill will shoot birds with musk
And, once along some seasonings, peckers of pills will poison caged cusps
O, once across a sweet mind, me and my sister-emeralds will fuse red deckers to dills; and, sss, fast sea-cups
become, where devillers grind, as force fed to father-sentinels; and, sss, when calves cross sand, vast tea-cuts
interfuse bellyers with thinners whose love for all cool human sewers lease de Madonna to sea-strands
Ahh i will tend to my books while forging my joseph bread machine with ribbons
and, oo, i am made very sure now that torchers will murder grey gibbons

ssss. These emerald dizzy draped nights align with fools then dream of pints
ssss. These personlised giddy snake-sights campaign for fuel then sink mice
and, Lah, once where soft crimes got sounded by crushed christs
a nuetering macadam mary-meter got grizzling aside atomisers of scarlet heists
and, sss, we will erect some sweet flowers in memorium the wives of crossed christs
and, uh, a beller of meat-mouths enfission salted cries with eaglers: Uh, ribbons
must take some mamma moon directly across ruiners of dolted dropped fish-fries; O, kitchens

become easily deified by some scarrers of de hands and de heart and de heels; and, sss, we will feel miction

Oh...

*

depleters of some sideboard scissor will come fragmenting skulls across de Void; O, as cabler of cuttlers will use a false bed for some dreams
O, whence entreators slide bride-boards under lunged lungs, bullers of lost decoys will come sharpening sills with burnishers of mazy submarines
O, we will come in spastic when we mount murderous clotheshorses
O, we will come in plastics when we drink to deleterous hose-hearses; and, La, when we ride aside harkening zeroes, heroic slimers will use marines
to cunny-kink some porridge plasts aside light-meat taperings of green genoa and cooling fast growl radio
O, we will come in spastic and we will chant murder's mantra while designers of sonar-sofas appears thunderising melted milky metro-meadows
and, sss, i will accuse men of seeming emptied for now sex-reason
and, sss, i will accuse semen of seeming sprayed now underneath grease-grief and sodden garlands
and, Uh, we will sermonise clouds with luminous church-room teeth that befriend bones thence drink to Ireland
sss, and we will swing for all lithe live celtic genius
sss, and we will swing for all high skied tragic genius; and, oo, we shall fight de ceilings till some small island
appears scented by jazzers of jivers
Uhhh

Ohhhhh pentacles with painted wytch-minds will hit to a blind lip that gets stripped; and a sea of grass masks
all deformers of tentacles with an exothermic body-bath; and, ssss, menkind who slip scans befriend dew-casks
Ohhhhh pentagrams with sainted bitch-bines will slice some lime as rattlers get bleached by enemy-hens whose masts
become fed to a bastard Venus
and, oh oh, me and madam Macadam will adhere to mad mamma Naples
O-la-O-la... ha ha.

sss we will get it in god's navel?
sss we shall affix parents to stables: and, uhhh,
whence routers of de cock create purplers from food will rape carved
transits where a stranded candle-windower will shave starred
meat-indigo bed-boxed easy disappearers; and camera-card
entissues some lemon ochres with Guinevere and chromed gizzards
Ohh

END?

*
a pictogram of peppers shields mien from lays
a sizer in a swarmed cistern
leads deceivers to broken evil wisdom: claves
force elbows to break
o, as timers bend, then bullets under grapes
swirls and whirls then
beds bods with glamour
..
bled bodkins, made very old, sward after memory
bedded star-twins
bury cooker cherries aside dromes and families
la, a branded dukedom
ferries tines to berries
and a flacilating casino weeps for gambled honeys

bleeders, bragged, stampede for a new way of killing
grievers, stabbed, smoke rocked weed
and a dazzler in a loud lift
cums sundering daisies with murderous moon-trysts

the manic sun is formed in a clasped sky: gold lips
linger as daddies dream of nests
O a tragic gun shoots markersons dead when tits
cry after gin and courage
and a naked spun wind dragglers after pillaged
coded old-timed acrid wordiness

and a hunter on the blue rise layers coaxers with
jazzy jam boys who sink muttons into blind stiffs
and, la la, as a smacker of a glutton
merges shadow into beer
then a lady's circus beard slams hairs with fear
and, O, a leader of drowning Leda
gets softened by male swans

*
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.

*
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.

*
O, tonight i celebrate the very utmost darkness of my life
O, tomorrow, rented, will bury
dad daffodils aside choked cherries
and a bed at sea sunders dark berries
and, O, tonight i celebrate the very most sadness of rubies

the idlers of pulled times use shroud-fuses for bodies
the riders of belled times accuse mind-fixes of leading
bubonic bonnets to shadowers
and, eyed, sonnets swing for burrowers when ceilings
serenade dogs with clasped flowers

O, tonight i celebrate the very most madness of my life

and a wakeful world gets chained to pylons: christs
use hands for silk-milks
and a dummy on its sides dreams after green pelt:
irons use hot compresses with
a cocky coal-face whose magenta mine uses silt
to drag a duffer away from cribs

O, tonight, this earth gets done as gallowers car-tilt
across our vinegar lands; and we are boiling-built.

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

*
21/04/2022.

 

work-in-progress title: The depleters under vacuums come sexualising a rammer of a radio
first draft poem then poem-song

 

The depleters under vacuums come sexualising a rammer of a radio with sweet noise; and, o, the ragged boys with old toys
become enkinkered with shaven suns
O, as faces change, then pearlers of thumbs form denyers from sweet guns
and, sss, a sea of flame sunders swirlers of mums
and, sss, a tree of rain sunders curlers underneath eardrums; and, sss, a pusher of pled punishers seizes sin from dead toys

The depleters under serums come scented; and, la, a venal bodice in a kiss ushers red pled impuners from greyers; and lost toys
become sirenised while a family factoried poet-tree gets weakening
O, as stasis drains smiles, a malady of pilloried sweet pets must regify doomy dipped deniers with trumpeters and saxy salt-boys;
O, a parental skein drives sodders under alleyways,
and old pettlers scream

uh

*
The depleters under squadroms come sexualising a draggler of a rodeo with meat-noise; and, o, the ragged boys with gold toys
become enfingered with raven-, ums
O, as laces use shoes for pig, a router of de pleasure cock rots; and, sss, as magical female beauty kisses boys then sweet suns
must, once interfurled, arouse digs
O, i will extemporise laden lady-lip with some crazy mazy head-rib; and, sss, as magical renal bodies caress toys, a bed of bums
becomes, once stretched, as lovely to touch as a wedder of sweet cribs

The depleters under statues come interfusing Andromeda to Hector; and, sss, a saddler to venal toddies uses boys for busts while,
with shoe-shows polishing virtues, a seminal deranger of Judas and Jews got stopped
forevermore;
La, i have seen the break of day come washing me with waxy fingers and i will hereby soak some vernal pricks with a dolly dial
O, i will extemporise gooseberry garlands and i shall fight for easy swingers
and, sss, me and madam macadam and Gods and Mistress Maples must shoot grey killers then burn

Uh

*
The repleters under chewed lungs come coursing with oxygen-air; O, when daisies drool, a paster of lovely women gets farmed
to bodice men; and, sss, a painter of mushrooms must feud for magic oats
and, once upon a wide fist, a shaker of glassrooms must enserum a naked hen with egg-fools
and, once along a wife's wrists, a maker of classrooms must enseason a fetid wren with sex-tools; and, sss, as fathers get charmed
a bleeder of a sun burns trysts
and, sss, when ferms twist, triangulars, pissed, use some ancient amazing female power to fuse an island to a glass of feathers
O, a pigger of germs will egg-garden ladies with puce while some acritude of feline flowers intwine saddlers to gassy geezers

The repleters under spewed lungs come gasping for holy hair; O, when dairies drool, a paster of endlessness loves after geigers
O, doomy lover appears screwed and lilters aside female prayer causes all lovers of tools to lay down their murder-weapons
and, la, i have whence tears run smooth, a rider of tides grips to saucers then swing for de pools
O, doomy fever will cut down a slitter from wedded red trips
and, sss, doomy divas will shut down a pearler of glossy sweet lips
O, dizziness, once stoned, will cut meshes from curlers; and cold picks must change?

*
The maddening fisty fast fled fathers to boots become scuttering; O, a bender of derangers appear made-up from Adam while
once drearily stricken with Eve-Eden, painters of shoots become muttering; O, a render of inflamers appear shaven;
sss, eye-coppers come back homeward only to find that kids cause trampolines to enatom Benito and Adolph with dialled
kiddy somersaulted evil modern devils
Uh, i once oversaw, from close behind, a fascinater of angels whose bubbler of a mood suppers for rigid mental sun-smiles

The maddening fisty flashy bled mummas use heads for scribbling; La, a rustler of defamers appear made-up from crayons while
once eerily patterned with Judas-Jesus-crosses bruise beds then dance on Darjeeling; O, a signifier of laden lady luck heaves wild
disembodiers of caravans; and, sss, whence gorgons serpent-slither, a wormy human worm-dress causes heads to kill
all well known headpieces and snake-spills
Uh, i oversaw, from close behind blinds, a driller of drills that float upstream where delvers of sperm-crests murder male ills

Eh? These are our envenomed fasteners of cobra-cakes, and, when once dreams sneer, a raider of a rapier of nests will spill
evil ploddy pig-men that arouse the dead just for the murderous delight of killing women; Ah, a puller of a flava will bread-build
a mean keen deviser of sweet fields that fashion all laden women from heavenliness and the idols in a rainbow
Eh? and these are our star-casters that use a dreamer for soft children
and, sss, once along flowers, i oversaw a host of screamsers made from haloers; and, sss, those hostels for enprisoned hill
will, once cool women rage, erect desirers of toasts to lively most heavenly genoas..
faceless daffy knife words cut a coffee-coloured genius Love with wedded fields
Uh, a depleter of greasy jonquils takes a rosy butchers at taloners and the meadows in sealed
endlessly schizophrenic gorgedd Houses
and the jars in a berry-blast couple porcupines with apple-hearses
Uh, when once plasts sink purple, a paver of angel-horses
strips some hot city from deplaces of some cod and disgarded chip-courses

Eh? These are our pigeon days that we wind into sons whose dadas live in transits
Eh? These are our sugared days that we wind under scrums
Oo, a dilator of clavers comes huffing white scum directly aside blue picks
and, uhh, i will weave my indolent burst of a blind bloody when clits
come sea-spindling salmon-shakers of a blown daffodil sky-skits
and, sss, whence we use polos for young mint-plants, a scissorer of stone sweats for pits
These are our envenomed fasteners of koda chromes that weevilise dippers of cunts up an evil cemetery; O, pips
popularise misogyny with buzzy beasters of evil whiteners of spunk-cups
and, sss, sweepers of eateries prove girls superior to all males?

Eyes will Shut-Up!..
and these are the skinky kinky purplers of flamingos who scurry aside peepers; O, a slayer of slapped cocoons fuses beds with muck while
ooo, a belter of some evil male festival kips on field of hateful boy-brides
sss, and we will fight for grails as we shall search for a new city; O, a player of ashy momma will grip to poltoons and bridlers will style dusters
directly across coded bricking London City;
and, o, the gobbers inside ceilings must combust for spontaneous old-body fireplaced incenders
and, uh, a gouger of cries slide mastiffs beneath de Ladies.
Eh? The fasting felt hats of divine female felines hold four clean fanged claws in all adoring human hands; and, La, i will send rats to deep
disgusting under-road fields where bubonic human sewers pay for the weepy wildlife dead
Eh? and beraters of svelte bats inter-wind a nuclear heart-mind-mover whose silky endless lilting tea-lover serves scones to closing sleep
and i will forevermore shut my disant death in a backroom where a giant toy-warehouse heaps guns upon deep-meats.
Uh. The fascinating heart-head-mind poem tablets cum shuddering for de glassroom; and, sss, when sashes cross, a shender of sheets
becomes, once eagerly veiled, fox-fed to sweet vaginal dreams; and, sss, odes to classrooms ram gem genoas in a crisscrossed cartoon;
Uh. The plangent paddlers inside a chemic spleen will shooteth up for impassable men and god's ghastly mary-woman
And geizers found in a fatal gooseberry wood should chant de choke-cherry mantra for enemy children

END..

*
oo blue brained olive vixens yap at the moon's
canine blinded country
o, screw stained chimping kitchens
carry mods where apples swing
& a bedded train of miction cries where counties
park a giddy empress in the rain
..
when we sell a summit then we heed pain
la, where once we sear planets then red reins
willl trammel sexes down
..
oo blue brained olive vixens yap at the stars
ah, we appear dammed by dollies
oh, we appear to own nuked brollies
& a vine of night knots salt-seed where cars
crusade for veiled dotty vans.

ahhhh we mack after tarmac - la, blue calves
balance scissor bones upon sad daddies
& a daff of light swipes a bell from cock-cards
& we snap duned breasts
& sweet breaths brag after donkey wheat
..
oo blue brained olive vixens prey on noon's
fuzzy late-lunch sleepers
oh a corded clap of creepers drugs rooms
& a spell of day fazes under winter-meters
..
eyes inside eyes must board a nude banshee
&, loaved, ties scuffle swards
&, rogued, suiters suckle roxette baby
& down, down comes the baby
& drowned, drowned cries the Lady.
..
i have seen the boys of men wed to rubies
- & i know right now that worlds are dead
...
emptiers of germy girls sweat
& king-killers stone grey debt
.,.
i am the crawler of a magneto flower
o i am the father of magenta salt-powers
& eyes are plowed under sweet towers
now!!!!

*
the tawny titterer of a slung maid nooses sex in wet flour
o an easy Hitler sea-hangs slaves where a picture of hours
sidles beneath bruised sleep; and an angled angel of flowers
vomits side-saddled to creeps. O, a magpie in a burned tower
tosses city varmints when a sheerness of mad eyes empower
laden greasers with mod men and idiots inside cod-showers

and the eyes of March show warm blind crows where ice
caddies after motelled milky mind shows; and we ram lights
where, damaging naked wine, a flask of paint drinks to christ's
impossible boozing plower. O, the magi in a cave heard mice
swallowing brooms whereby a dreary sun fell down around
a blue-bedded waller of spies; and mental cells swallow sound
and we dance for a davy dance and we slide underground

the tawny twitterer of a manx bird delves soap mince and a
dredger of tea spitters don waxed worlds where a soft car
crusades after naked motored mad girls. O, a parader's star
marries naked neurones with peed peals that wet sex-starred
body-clefts swill-found inside seized weals; and messy bards
bang in a booker's clancy hand as a bayer of brands scars
tremulous daughterers of nancy drams with hot-glans-bars

and the eyes of April open out upon a dinny dream of Men
and the brides of Napels blind up with dizzy lesbotic gems
and a bone of braded basts builds a baby smiles high when
we may leap from a masted dill and slide outside old children
..
Oh?

*
and i have taken my city time to find my bed but grey leaves
reel inside the east as we gather up the teas; and curd-leaves
swallow bunny petrols; and lessons under trees will see bees
swinging from stinging hive-tallow; and a gallower under leas
reels inside the east as we gather up the teas; and curd-bees
whip aside a honey-moth and a bargy butterfly that heaves
no dummy sky will have to swallow salmon pies as grey weed

rampages for a dummy bay. La La. I eat into demure seed
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.

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.

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

*
Copyright 22/04/2022.

 

work-in-progress title: Whence Fascinated Veined Bows Become Star-Sourced
first draft poem then poem-song

 

whence fascinated veined bows become star-sourced, a native to a febrile candle must
come hissing; O, a render of crows star-thrums while martian fatalists move cars to tears
and, when once prisons break, a tarring titty road smiles
O, a reader of Decembers shake some buildings and, sss, a bled bud breaksdown;
whence castigative veined clouds become car-forced, a nataliser will sunder my town
La, there are biters here who chomp on chopped clay while dissemblers feed sounds to
dizzy masters

O, where massive trapt trains appear lost, we must enter under sex members then ooze
forevermore; and, sss, where weepers cry for crust, i will idolise deaths and chopped booze

Uh

*

whence fascinated wine-bone becomes surrendering sex to de Void, some stella broods
become chocolate-pasted; O, easy racist scum use lost cock for toys while aged nudes
appear fantangled under wasted ooze
La, when break of day sinks keen nights under lube, a magical odd boy uses sweet booze
to entirely, once moved, to sink down sugar birds under lemon whiskey
La, a daffy director of tubes come hissifying while keen clever blackbirds sing for baby

whence fascinated wine-stone becomes gushing for honkey whites, a wintry iced family
will forever and eternally become as atuned to lashing feline kites; O, a cat inside honey
entissues dolor where massive heartless cattlers force menkind to sing for easy memory
and, sss, a denier under passive sexless jackers must send galkind to winged mummies
La La, i espied denial when i ravelled into times
La La, i derived despisal from eyers

Uh

*
these are our palaced days where we enissued a blood day with egyptian soft embalmers
o, once along flowers, graves share chairs with a red glade
o, once along towers, navels share tears with a soup-nave which uses biers for humans
and, sss, these are our palaced days where we sun-staple a birch to a sea of ravens
La, i shall never forget about the even female chimes that led dizzy emeline under garlands

these are our palaced days; Ohm, these are our easy pigeon daughters whose gardens
appear bed-fed to happy days; and, sss, these chanting chair-snared world uses serums
to encolumn a naked baby's praise; and, sss, we will fight for hairs where nooses enseason
a midnight pasta-cafe
and, Uh, connectors with chalets enpenis some fanniers with lost prayer-beers; and, sss,

we shall enter under a bruiser of a sex-genius; and lovers led pig to cave-shears; O,-ssss

*
oo and eyers appear to envision a bubbler of a bread-box; Oh, we shall enpinion headpieces with
a crabber of a veined bow; La, a granular mad god uses cake-cock for molls while cadillac kids rid
all regimentals with some intractable fish-toes
oo and eyers appear to use transmissions for a muted flower that forever rots in the ground; La, bibs
come swinking for tears
and, when once bled pharoahs shake, some easy euphesian beads come wagging after hotel-cribs
oo and eyers will appear to stella-writhe; and, sss, we must feed lungs to insidious love-hostels; and, sss,

i shall never blaspheme except for salted pepper and christ's last fast meal; Uh, i must feud for big-hands
oo whence enterprising man weaves vaults for gingers, easily nutted raids will milk-slave some musk
and, when once we mete out some holy seed to de hallowers of Eden's hills
oo whence wipers shout out aloud about steeds, a nakedness of hens cums clucking for dusk;
and, O, i shall move inside all tall space while sugary planet-men huff for shits
and, O, i shall moves aside all spatial shuttlers; and, uh, weavers of rocked slit must be made-up

Uhh The acorn-eating bully head-minds whore will somehow wither now; O, some buddha bones
become hissifying for rubies; La, i shall use wardsd to thunder for crows
O, a bearer of fistas jeer at doobies while dismayers of moods use a supper for a rose
Uhh, The rotted seas of rubicunders get masted by an encocked male-ego: Uh, when we depose
a duper of cotted seeds, we will forevermore falonise sad sands with dishers of beded wine-clothes
O, a bearer of fish must enkiss a denuder of city spy-lads
and, once along god's fictional spine, we must render sky-scrap as fed to goddess as dead gods

Ehhh? The granaries seem in a motel moon hiss for baked rice; O, a denyer of pus eases cods
directly aside a crashed crisscross; La, weaverers of sacred mice get happily cat-featured with
a haloer of all christed love-cats
Ehhh? The aviaries found in bats come smothering decrial with some ingenious Norma Jean
and, sss, we shall search after some haloic girl-giver whose descriers of guns will own all kids
O, as i espy a fatal church, me and my laddy world will sooth stroked deniers; and starking genes
come spastifying a loud shrine for candifiers of rock-n-roll poetry deceivers

Ehh? The mammaries of evening dromedaries wilt as skin burns; and, sss, a surgeon's cedar
gets most happily fevered with horse-shoots and tilers
Ehh? The toady cremators of nucler dick-drives enduck a puller of bird-minors with cellars
and, where once sense gets ripped, a genius of an asexual feminist uses marblers for millers
Ehh? The funny ferine funferal which fragmentises geezers hips to muses; O, the spirited dead
fannify an estranging carpet-moon
and, as we arise from sweet balloons, we weep for taloners of some licker of fuses; and, sss,
i have forever and eternally and always lived in for a genius holy Mothers;

Laahhhh and i have star-defined my own forbidden grave and i have always healed the dead
Laahhhh and i have marsh-designed my stoned distracted lay and always slept out of de bed
O, a mitre of pure glass cums shedding mindless city-actives
O, a porter in a blue flask cums spraying red juice directly where a delver of pelt rakes heads
from an affixer of dentalists and moodsome toothless drillers of prayer and bulleted sea-spreads
and, sss, we shall demolish all cracked lip?

Eh?! The duckers of the wild cum windowing across some cupboardising funeral shout: Ah,
whence repleters of summer-spun eye-guns get lost in sons, a ladener of dotored daughters carve
a kenny curl from sprawlers found on the sun;
Eh?! The muckers of the wide cum whelking away while peepers of blue bums use a nun's cards
to biblical surrender daffodils to Mum
and doodlers with shorn cartoons swank for keen wanks
and oodlers with stormed dark bosoms peek for green genoa crumbs
Ehhhh? when i have foreseen cockled poltroons gone from dreams then vast vines get scarred
forevermore.
And the slanted snared chair that leads blues to cocked revenues will
come charnelling rats from head-pulls; and we will scare rills while
saddeners of fingery fast flaps drink their full from drains and sewers
and, sss, a worldless ceremony of bone-caps cum hooting sperm for outelled booers

Ehhh
The easy geeky greasy dead funnel for pleasure horses and cooers
entertain geesy red muscle when treasures aside coopers
must wash away grey linen with fishing tunnel brides
Ehhh these are the marvelous days that lead killings to grey spies
and, sss, when meddlers of Mars get stuck inside the original moon, daddy drives
must hereby suck pelts then fade out, out, out

AHH MIEN.

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these are my mallard days when i willl lay my body down
these are my darker days
and, whipped, i see a sea of quilts made soft as sound
and, stripped, i see a sea of milks
come sindling after a hive of silks
o these are my mallard days
o here comes my midnight days when i will surround me
in slaughtering pompidores and conic combs
la la, a pylon under sweat-cloths caresses a naked dome
aside wicked looped shent lives
and, as eyes walk, then red passions may well use drones
to surrender bees to waspish gorging hairnetted sloanes
and these bled streets, seeming dirty,
will sodomise sleepers
with canyon trainyards: Oh, a drabbler of ear-creepers
slide a crayon creed across crisscrossing lady leapers.
....
these are my dullard days when i will lay my head down
upon crashing female arms: And farmers to loud towns
will slacken street lights
and a widener of red light comes shuddering for nights
and a wivener of forced towns
cum swiping sonar stretchers with laden latent heights
Oh, as dads turn severely turtle
then a radioed messy moon-stable
has to heap clothes days high
and a local fart fashions bellies from torn hides when
a lacquering lady-smith
strides across cavvies and canine slow-drips
....
weary diamate drinkers swig bottled brine as trips
get murdered by shrinkers
o easy dreary pinkers pee upon nettlers as crypts
cry for madamed brain-skits
and a burner of beers brag after sermonic tinkers.

*
from the meadows to the asylum on the cliff, feet clamber and climb
as the daughters of the night crash cars for the memories of youth.
Eyes seize from suck the spires of inspiral parapets as the wind ducks
down to transgress the quietus made by the rites of the psalmed rivets
of the slickened estuaries that taunt from the dealt the sermons of
the trees. Matthew and I climb to the cliff where psychiatry burns
for a dollar and a day. All the live-long tracts of the vicars in

this world will touch themselves awake and starken with deniers the
tombs in the wombs of the recusant as death scars the weals on the
backs of the dead teenaged spirits who dash to dimmed cries the lies
of the fled and the rods of the light. There is no peace-pact made
with the spheres of the ice. Rubies clash with the robes of the roved
runes of the closed caves wherein there no is faith found. For the
sheer screams of the girls must parade for pomandering as sickness
spits phlegm at the phlegmatic ruins of the patently killed. And I

have spidered your site and cannot begin to conceive of the wake your
tears will form for disabled when I speak, there will be times when
blue brains might spill from slit veins as well as when split minds
shall command the crippled cruise of the crude cavern of this shrouded
soul. I have never moved sexually, love...

never!!!!

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

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

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

*
& gulls, unmade, dream for cold sexspent
scissorers

& i found this jaw on the beach once &
sexspurts size rex from a peach as old hands
ride to drowny seasleep
& bunny bones break, & drifters slice
salty slaved slaining treechrists, & rice bites
jays & jawed bone
Ah

as a molten mongoose grabs glass then light
ignites five spermwings
& madam melds with winds as ghostlife bends
beemen

& angels aim for sundials as mirrored sins
slide, & dirty simmerers stun scalding finned
fishy thumbhymns
& orange bakers feed flesh to lemonspind
sopscouring raving cockerskins
lohh-hohh

my faces fill up as faceless voices load
rodeos & crapping radio
lo

as five seeds drop saline knickers then old roads
ride to oceaned heat
& mysterious meaglers scatter decks as lobes
hear hotgears herd herons with slept meats
& eyes are tapers of meat & growling wheat
merges maces with eyned lids, & rex reaps
razoring blueblind bedmonkeys
uh

i sink a crayon in a bladecunt &
Isis weeps for Wednesday's madweekend sand
& Ingles eat Eyries as eaglers swim sad damned
oceania
& lipped folks sail for a hooked banana
Eh?

& found this jaw on the beach once...?!?

why didn't i go mad earlier?

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"Poetry & Science are much the same
The dichotomy is the vast Void between?"

*
Copyright 24/04/2022

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work-in-progress title: there is a sweet naughty soft bird here whose pettlers must sermonise dolls with prisons
first draft poem then poem-song

there is a sweet naughty soft bird here whose pettlers must sermonise dolls with prisons
O, and an april angel will soften curves with screwers
O, and an eagle candle will set alight to silks while a shadower in sewers sucks a prism
La: eyes will surely idolise the sexy sights where green tissues layer lips with movers; Oh,
a parroter of a genius word-painter come shovelling arse across diners of fig oozers

there is a sweet naughty bird here whose mettlers must thunderise stella molls with boozers
O, and an april angel will sodomise bird with engaoling bars at sea
O, an a seagull angled artisan shoves a burr behind ravellings; O, when bees seize up, pullers
will forever become as coded as bloods and lost minds
La: spies will surely fragmentise the sons of seasand; and winers kill rivers

Uh

*
there is a fleeted sky-bird come too close to fear; and, uh, as men cry for rain, a drinker of air
will most certainly appear as spun from de blues as sweet tears
O, eyers of doomy deniers loosen lungs from lost shoes; La, a magical defiler shoots sperm-ears
O, eyers of stony devisers of glued guns must shower some fantastic silence across lost years
La, when depletive mind-curves sink ashes under kitchens, a disabler of violent pus will use hairs
to boil up and up a curtain kitten in a schizophrenic egg-cup

there is a fleety bird-sweety here that arises from demeter while a packer of d-cups will interfuse
daddy diamond to dilators under swift hats
O, eyers of moany mad mien must confuse the distant future with an empty past; O, we will use
dagglers of sunny sad mien to dust-derive an equidistance of fig-fans and enemy masks
O, while the sinuses of snottlers come blood-blown from caustic noses, a family to masks soothe
a marvellous masted heart-mind Venus

Uh

*
there is a sad impassable sex-tale told once upon a grave, and the story killed Eden while mastiffs
became hooted and hen-heated
O, a passioner of sands cums strapping birds across kissed ice
O, a genius gluer rams mums across maplers in words; O, whorlers will use a bath for a raft as faces
appear flickering with some hideous invaded space-televisions
and, when once kids stun themselves, an eyered laced derison gets sharpening beds with dice

there is a mad impossible sex-vale that entertains veins with enprisoned users of gardened mice
and, sss, whence swollen woollen bug-fats become stained with enmissioned fusers of grey christs
O, an impassionata of a blown flower gets stifled by sea-pain
O, an murderous brillliant stone shower gets softening some moany stoneworm that kills old mice
and, when once visions glower, a beller of tree-pets must use cunt for plowers

Eh?

*
The dead get born in Hell; O, a helter-skelter gets stuck in a racist fairground where a killer of lights
must appear, once encelled, to excel in killers. And, once washed, some city hair will use mad nights
to sirenise red mind-cries for a bitter ward that leads spunk into crisscrossed neon hills
The dead will summon bells
and, once across a dewy dale, a frontpager of sin eases bucklers under some winter wine; O, meals
come serving human scrittlers to cunt-razors
sss, the deadening ghostly children whose lasers carry fleeces aside mumblers uterise a mouth-wheel
where, with suns defective, bruises with city drapers

The dead get born in Hell; O, a spiraller, ear-drummed, dream of flavas as a paster of sweet papers
cums cautersing some pornosapphic sphere-mums with cadaver clap and the riders of meat shakers
Ahm, when fatal sea-guns shoot drowners, a parceller of cribs rid riddlers of canned biters; O, fields
cum way, way too hard, rather like a ballerina caught with spastic bed-bound graves
sss, i have defined just for me the nuclear nature of a soft pig
sss, i have refined my selfish glues with salinities and castes; O, whence rivers drag seas for slaves
then, oo, we will most certainly deifier of dizzy darling masques

Eh?

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I saw the dead of me shaping Osiris
O, I fell from red seas
& the wells of Heaven shattered
& the dells of Heaven scattered
Old bright seed
& the flashes of fast faces smoothed
Good hands & sweet hair
& the wives of Aaron
Leant keen lives to summer’s prayer
I saw the dead of me shaping Osiris
& I fell from a snapped gun
& wound wind-wells shortened us
& the fierce world fed mirror-glass.
When once a city pharaoh hears us
Then ropers must
Lasso caverns to lunatical musk.
We have seen a weird winter in
The backs of the bad Thames
& we have seen sadness swim for
Prisoners of poisoners. This ward
Has no eyes?
*
O we will take haygold honeys where
Live dives leap from a prayer
Uh, we will take haygold bodies where
Women write in the frozen air-
&, lo, as the haylong moon sees hair
Crying under cruel combed winds
Then these hay-helmed poem-limbs
Will surely take us home?
This world is changing – see five hymns
Whispering in the eyes of the
Cool space rain treads…
Have we seen Aladdin or have we
Sensed Paladin swarming high seas
& when once a lunar boy
Talons sex with a sonar rolled toy
Then eyes under smoky sedges
Slam a fist inside independent beads.
.
I espy a milky mane shaping us-
This side of dreamy pain, sold lust
Shatters under pink veins. Gold dusts
Crash land
…
Oh?
*
& I was stricken by a distant voice which
Made me dance for a candlestick
& our elephant dance went around the
Sad soft town in which we had found
A vaginal moon & a penile cul-de-sac
&, oh, when once a pusher of curves
Ripped a ripened robin from the rich, then
Closed eyes healed up & over
A sealed slide
O where once a monkey met the Mother
Then the powders of endless lovers
Laid boys down with trendless brothers of
Breaded bulls & emptied
Ghosted ghoul-grips
The side of a robbed sea-gun has always
Centred Aladdin on God’s stage
&, oh, the wives out alone on my stage
Send monkeys to sleep
& the wedded gals of wheat hire rage
& the dead hear sin
Blown against a bird-cage.
Tired tattlers tap at the morgue &
Sold sex has no beauty?

*
In the quiet nice lunar eyes of a long dead original moon get ditched by some deafeners of scraped
indolent wept christs; O, once we have dug for chemic cocoons we will summon ripeners from crepe
and, sss, where valleys cross, a piggler of mugs must cut down all subhuman child-abusers
La, when a believer in volleys come snaffeling after crusters of city sound;
La, as a receiver of cellephonic honeys comes kissing sex-ground, a howler of dreams will use lip to
cum chortling after daffy days and fondlers of weedlers

at the quiet nice lunar stripes of a song-wed funeral neon wound, a piety of hens will fuse gob to flu
O, dicers of swift mice will get fattened with venal squirrel rodents
O, prisers of kissed mice will get sirened with sinal majestical sea-pets; and, uh, eyers will use lost food
to sodomise a ladener of lice with extemporisers of rinal virile fished nets
and, La, i have forever and always and eternally interfuse smilers with disembodied hand-hecks
and, sss, we must ease some lemon cock inside some moggy stretcher

Eh? de easter-xmas chick-bunny smile gets mentally made-up by santa's corpse; and, sss, decks get
easily star-strangled by burners of dials that sink a smelly baiter into noosers of porches and red sex
Eh? easy wreckers of poxed mummies get shafted with mummy cloths where gentlemen cry for Mammy
and, oo, a halter of a gob-gloss gears for wet
and, oo, reevers of a god-puss sneers after meths; O, eyes will surrender a giddy idler to hobo daffies
and, oo, reapers of a bud-bust peers under shot shits where a hilly asexual balloon-bender cuts rubies
directly across fern-trees and nuclear owls

uh...Once across a cool time, when a secret panner of chemics came ravaging down rain, red nudies
hereby came messing with pig-lenses and, oo, whilst mangers flit, a deranger of clowns uses preppies
to summon up some herpetic english ingenious cat-bells
uh..Once across a cruel time, when a favourite examer rams blousy bakers down genies and nippies
must, when once heels cross, germinate easy riflers with dammers of bum-butchers; and, sss, pities cum
crusading after shrillers and fatal Hetereo Invidious Vogue
uh...Once across a stooled spine, intwiners of insidious aspen apples swore at tutors then swilled robes

Eh? The piercing swallow-cry of a distant parting dragon-bird grips to departed sparrow-pits; O, rogues
appear rendered from sweet sky while a rockering martin-child enhouses stella pillows under deep lobes
and, sss, when once guns gut puddy pie, a massiver acuser of churches molds ponchos under deserted
limey lemon-hardeng winky punchy pixie perverters
Eh? The fleecings of god's hollow fox-child inverts milk weepies with soddeners of creators of pettlers

O-Lahh i shall sweep some dreary iced socks about a navel of grids; and, oo, a broom of rattlers rubs
some capsizing ferris wheal across diced sops; and, uh, when islands get rotted aside dunes, sister drug must
swing from a bodying burial of slowed graves and cock
and, sss, hereby there is a cock on god's shoulder that shouts for vagina-flour that gets stirred under gloves
O-Lahh i will sleep forever and always while dizzy eternity cums crafting flowers with cat-curves;

Eh? Eh? As an indolency of sweety pie nooses dragoners about bagged bone-breasts, a sea of curs wilts for
elderly queasy eldeberry; and, sss, a meaty horse prides herself on being killed as ponies race across wars
Eh? Eh? And, when once grey kelpies save sauce, we will hereby sirenise surrendered phonies to field-fjords

Uhhh.
*
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

O

*
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 shapers of a castle shed tears
across crenatures where old stalls
celebrate a Son of Pan
and we stride around public ruins
,.,
we have faulty plugs in our hall
ah, our castle is in constant risk of fire
and we must certainly decide
to cremate the dead with sucide
..
i rather like the idea of legal arson
i rather love our local pyromaniac
and the apartments up the stairs
vandalise lifts
and we die, die
huh

codas carry ferine songs unto
their utmost ends
Eggshells shatter whites when men
stop to kill god's friends.

figurines found on my windowsills
heap old dust where ornamental ills
sweep a lost house clean
and the riders of the dead see dreams
dreaming after sad bad screens

*
the dining rods of an angular feeding room rend ropes from lissom
la la, whining gods use failure for ceilings,
and a babby under sods abuse nature; and, o, as evil cat-killers boom
then easy windows must grind like a whore
la la, easily varnished heart-pens drag dolts for wards when livers swoon
across crucifiers and cooky dens

the spining bods of triangular reelings rend soap from killer lessons
la la, rhyming dogs, made from dreaming, send dope to river-missions
and, oo, where a daddy sires suns then elderly fries use eyes to
suck loud noise from angelled seareed visions,
and a damager of drums gets rendered from hands and feet: O, screws
get locked inside porridge lits.

uh

these are my reaming days where i lay love's clay body down
these are my screaming eating days
o, as gannets grind, then taunted petrels drag cakes for towns
and a baby gone mind-blind decays
and a lady gone soul-blind eats blades

these are my reaming days where i lay god's raised body down
and these are the dreamers who use plaids
to sunder bibs with hanged blue feuds; and ideal trays resound
and a dolly blaster slams nude dudes under blended sea-sounds
and a daddy mien gets murdered

uh

the dining rods of an angular cafeteria have to feed the sands, oh,
as eaters of xmas easter raise robes from mead Downs then
one zillion dreamers in a naked restaurant appear polished
la la, dining gods raid samplers of dust as a city under vaunts
comes sundering feed with sea-harnesses
ah, we may well drag droplets for crazy hands

o, a daddy rose has to kiss brine where a handler of cunt
hips to a jacked beat
o, a mammy rose has to cook wine;
and, laced to crows, a casher of vines appears fed to junk
and, la la, eyers jostle
and, o-la, cryers tussle
and a ghost in rivers muscles after cremative peasy foods?

*
Copyright JDB 27/04/2022.

*

work-in-progress title: come rocking on red seashores while sucking acid bone
first draft poem then poem-song

 

come rocking on red seashores while sucking acid bone, an idoliser of faces appears minted with clothes
O, whence eyes swirl high, a bedder of smiles sleeps for stone
O, whence wives swirl skies, a reddener of dials comes rootling after drones
and, sss, a paster of girls entissues eyries with bile while addlers of fathers groan

come rocking on red vast moors, a decrier of doom deniers will thrum for brogues; and a swift rose will
hereby affix Ares to Herpes; and, sss, a defiler of dunes must over-thumb bodiers under hills
O, whence eyes appear dead, a scissor of a grinder enmoons dustives with gunners; and ilxers moan
and, oo, where lasers burn bread, a sister to a sidler must colonise glasses

Uh

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come rocking on blue shores while crapping across whores, an idoliser in cases appears rent by arses
O, whence bled eyes cry, an issuer of lapping Los must adore an river-idler; O, i overheard grey spaces
come shuddering; and, sss, we will use ceilings to boss tusks with some mirror-miner whose bright faces
enmission bound bands from dead hills
O, whence bled eyes writhe, an tusseller of dills will hereby grinding god-gabblers with grapplers
La, i will espy me and tides through a sweet glass made darkly
and, sss, whence killers sail, downers of milk masques get back home to find sea-squids inside cases
come cocking for blinded wards

and these are the mallard days and these are the swallow days
and, when once bones crack, packers of greed use a fardeling grave for cunts
O, a mansion aside a blithe cliff hits to some meat-slit as doomy veilers appear fed to evil punk; Uh,
and ideal grey idolisers atomise crypts with fascisms of moony wailers
O, a mansion aside a wide cliff rips some guns from starred lit and, sss, a biter of blown boys use spunk
to petrify dreams with wives; and some delicate mumma may well expand
directly under closed fires that set tombs alight
and, Uh, a bedder of briars must surrender sex-cellves to gassy moonlight

Eh?

*
come cocking with a treasure horse, idylls of some fascinating sex-dream will extemporise buds with junk
O, whence branders of pleasure force devils to strum some masturbating scream a darkener of bird-bunks
come shielding satans deep within piled magma; and, sss, as pettlers cut screeners, a deadener, jumped,
bone-issues some slapper of wind with some cracked god-cheek
O, whence wranglers of leisure fade for seagulls, some bodiers of meat lightens the dregs of soft sleep
and, sss, as pastellers of peerers encage easels, some painters of light meat hardens the pegs of lost wheat
O, whence braddlers sink aces under old rage, some dimplers of spite get abused then left to stopped spunk

come cocking with a weather sauce, idolisers, once shent, hisses for bright pets; O, the dunes of Man cut
some elderly fire-rose from definers of rivalisers; and, spent, kissers of lost decks cum caressing drunks
O, whence some cattler of Mum uses drivers with drams, scented whispers wreck guns then shoot sluts
and, sss, i can see my aged youth come squinting at my shoulders as i entertain peckers with gemmed guts
O, we will accuse us of being duped
and, when once natives busk for expensive killings, a silver patina gets rented to riders of pig and oak-butts
and, sss, weevilers of natalists issue bloods to ceilings
and this endlessly sharpening tissue comes squirting lousy louse-lots when hankies ride from pain then shut
down, down, down

Luh? the sirening elderberry milk-raid scatters some nutty moon-hens aside de bodies; and easy bird-pups
become, once spread, aged and milked; and de bad boy with his mum's bust bed comes shouting; and cups
will surely choosed to wilt and wither fast away
Luh? the seasoning blue-berry milk-grave scatters some creamy moon-gems; and, oo, doctors, claved, cuss
a dirtier of summery stethoscopes with knaves,
and, O, a shrilling shrouder of fearing spit will surely forever spurt grey juice at Woman
Luh? as sharpening pistollers size beerings from heels, a parceller into skirts couples razors with lost muck
and, sss, i have shifted in god's genitian seat

qUh. Directions for disablers dragglers for a whored hat that smothers some devil head; and lotus mush
comes fathering fistas of wideners with sprawlers
Uh. Erections seen deadening thumbers stalls a vast cat that suffers some evil sweat; and crocus mush
comes whimpering; and, oo, a plier of brawls uses a rat for fats
Uh. Elections, once father-won, seal grey halls aside a blood-cat enissues devilers with pocus-crusts
and, once above a mind in a mined sun, drinkers of sides writhed;
and, sss, i have entertained again the ivories of pinkers come adoring all heavens bright ebonies; and, pussed,
an easily enfissioned baby trains get eerily derailed;

Ohhh. There is a strange red granary here that leaps for serviced head-stations; and, lo, darkeners must
come rocking across a sea-ward; and, sss, a depleter of apple claws will get put to ferine deaths and dust
comes crying and crying
Ohhh. There is an estranging red gallery here that leaps for harnessed bed-nations; and, lo, harvesters, cussed,
will most certainly enharbour an unencumbered neon beat with nosy nazxi neon waldrons
La, i have seen a mazy crazy madam today cum squirting some navel-milks

La, i have sodomised hazy madam Naples while shelterers of bums breakdown; Uh, urban reason will
appear star-stifled until swivellers sink acrid acid belts deeply down in revolving baths; and sugared hills
must sirenise doomed dotty spotted sex-evils that shaft for some all too wise rotten idle pigeon; La, cusps
will come back to a lost home; and sealers inside permanently locked flats must enoven ideal kitchen.
Uhh dotted swimming hissifer gouramis swim as dogfish kiss; Uhh, sofa tips fued for de Mecca and
O, a lazy Leader inside kissifers swing for grey bunny while sweet coastal crypts use diamante for England.

and we must sear a tawny tear-thing for oaken wax-flame and we mus seize a buzzy beer-thing for Sound
and we must steer gay awnings with statue-steeds that grant vast granite to a failed place seen underground
and we must deify grey swarmings with openers unto mass-mains
and, oo, i espy some sweet fleet catachism of Leonardo come rocking in de fields then raiding locked veins
and we must, as if rented from sweet hot hair, utilise some small drums to beat the meats of vinegar brains
and we must, as if body-scented, abuse all air till dissemblers of tall suns shine inside an easily closing town
and, sss, me and my little town will hereby whistle

O-La! and these are our mallard days that guide god's son aside blurred lives and these are red words that
fragmentise; O-La! and these are our clay graves that slide mums across wagging scams and filthy flats
O-La! while hens speak, a claver of shot brothers rages; and, oo, whence bodkins slam scrams with rats, cats
will most certainly marry red labia to cod-craps
and, Lo, the mummy men here encosh mod-traps with extemporisers of waltzas and cadaver traps; and, oo,
when our five and country senses track us down
we will use eyes for country lenses; and, sss, we shall expand underground as venal statues die for mental sirens
Eh?

These are the ashen East-of-Eden days when we wile away our dusky female hours with whiskey galore and busses
O, a bustop beats a coacher of light sex meats that smile aside from flashy feline powers that send whores to crosses
and, sss, once along a bad sign, blinders of sleepers use smilers for tissue men whose tonsures lend beds to losses
O, as a sweet misfitted mad mine causes weird schemes to shine for lispers, then warders of punctive sin heeds flosses
and, sss, whence sweetening quiet copped choirs use a madam meteor for killers may use ooze now for evil horses

uh uh uh.

END..

*
sawn bile-birds use ilexes to storm a rose
oo stormers, dialled, don faces as cold clothes
rotate across a wild screen,
and a naked mental child has to scream for dreams
and a swallower, under gas,
comes willowing for camping glass
Agh, a fatal whore uses crapping grass as screens
show wankers to glossed masks

sawn bile-birds use ilexes to storm a clove
oo stoners, smiled, drag laces across old robes
and a fatal mumma, stabbed, drag ivies when rogues
use rodeos for sapphires
agh, a stapler under samphires pins gangs to brogues

and i see now, aside my cloud, a naked mass
made all too wide
and i see now, aside my crowd, a naked tash
and sawn birds bray now?

sawn billy boys stone robin-crows
sawn daddy boys stone dobbin-clothes,
and a fiddler in a stream
swerves;
and ideal mana, mazed, dreams of bird
and a stoner of nerves
drizzles combers across factories

sawn biddy birds, stoned, feed crows
sawn babby nerds, loaned, feel stoves
and a body mind
gets fed to mulch when a dizzy spine
gets brutally murdered

Lo, once upon a mine, eyes used wine
to anoint beds with coal-vines
Lo, once upon love's mind, eyers twined
Hector around keen Andromeda
and easy bikers, bridled.

send body-burns to fast sleep, and
trendlessness yearns for babby sands
and i see now, astride my cloud, a fatal smash
guttering under candles
o i see now, aside my mouths, a fatal lash
scuttering thunder-anvils
and a baby brooch dons logos from ashes
and a dizzy stoat gets soaked aside lashes
and i see now, astride my cloud, a fatal smash
scattering perms across warders

and, oo, once upon a mind under gauze, trash
comes stampeding across a dilly smile
and, oo, once aside god's mind, scissor-straps
get bled under bruising waters
and, ahh, cooling daddy waters spiral under
purple pomanders and easy combs.

*
the pleasure ponies of a saddler's eye
weeps after horses
the pleasure points of a bridler's mind
think about sties
o a traffic light goes blind and rides
an instamatic space where blue wives
sweat optics

as a sea of flashes goes to sleep
as a tree of crashes
summons cuts from heart
as a bird of sadness fills old heat
then a world of gins
will don five winds
..
the pleasure ponies of a saddler's eye
sweep deep down inside
the pearling body of a blue bride
thinks about scribes
and a bowl of lovers
falls underground and breaks apart
.,.
O?

easy pomanders peal a plum heart
and wild chickens start
endless winged brown art.

the gravies of my dinners have to ride
hot potatoes and saucy drives
and, ah ha, we feed sinners with hives
and, uh la, we seize spun dilly eyes with
coded colour true

easy cunny chambers ride the moon
easy holy flavours
ripen
easy old reminders cut cold labia,
and a sun of gold
sails the seas of cold
and cats will surely sail the moon.

*
and meadowers mate with a closing
clave of glowed grown roving
gardening gilled grave of soiling
sunrisen teaslers, and i am holding
jarred boy in a gardenish folding freized
fen of ferny killing revolting reeved
springing season of nectarines
la-la-.

AMEN!
AND GLIDING GULLIES ARE
GABBED FROM GARDENS
AND I AM A HOED SCAR
..
*
And beeches break wind for
green glades
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
..
*
as loaded lady naples made her way to her own grave
a dianetic baby shaved slaves
and bubonic butter darlings came chanting under lays
and, ooo, a shark of a startling starling
appeared veined aside reelings of teas and halflings,
ahh, once upon a mind in a loud world
teamsters under drums came wivening for lost girls
and, la la, as diamonds cry,
then deepeners of a dead mons will cup tomtit life
and i have overseen dizzy statues arousing god's wife
and, once aside seasons, prides
get happily strangled

as loaded lady navels made her own way to her slave
a lutany of rabies got shot aside bone-blades
and a lunar mushroom mated hordas to blue trade
and an adventure in a sinned trade
appears galosed under piss-wind; and huge mind-maids
will develop male tit
ah ah,- i have overtaken a naked nuked lost grave
ah ah,- i have shaved england when
buttresses of plagued children sink hens in de Thames

and this whole wived world will send peckers to pain
and this whole vased girlfriend
has to sermonise extended virgin-men with shit-stains
and, la la, the baiters of expended urchin gems
get splattered with scissors
and, o-la, kids with pissers pull panties from mirrored
female tureens.

*
"Poetry & Science are much the same
The dichotomy is the Void between?".

*
28/04/2022.

*

work-in-progress title: These Are Our Kissered Daytimes Where We Spend Our Night-Times
1st draft pome then poem-song

these are our kissered daytimes where we spend all our night-times spent for gas
O, when tears fall, a painter of sex-times uses heapers for drought; and coded grass
becomes hissering after twelve winds that crack love's toilet seat
La, whence daffy doctors heal spind sins, a father to a mad parrot will use grey glass
to suddenly dramatise some vinegar candlers with mumma

these are our kissered noon-times where we send all keen cock-grime to old dada
O, a fevery fanner angled space-mind snare deaths to grawl whilst users of gaga will
come sirenising holy fathers with some eager heart-mind elegy that causes happy hills
to instantly soften under gold blood
O, we will surel, here and now, interfuse angellers with dead dad's eternal ghost of God

Uh

*
the damaging model head-sign uses coded creators for nuclear darlings; O, grey gob
hissifies a naked atom with vines that loosen dilators from easy red starlings; O, fast bloods
become giddy while a summoner of sweet rats use a god-cat for dancing; O, massive gods
hereby proclaim summertimes dead, dead

La, damaging cradled bed-binds use loaded dictators for cemeteries; and, sss, mastiff suds
cause wolverine scuddings inside a bathed bed
La, a penile under ceilings becomes erect; O, wiveners to death uterise rams with rope-rugs
and the dead came home for you and me

Uh

*
these are the words of a feline kissifer whose haloic catty grin uses holy fish for a cool dinner
O, a tinny sudden cat-world uses twitchy ears for biblers while felinity use fish for wag-tail
and, once along a tommy swirl, amazing fangy mane-blowers must prey upon evil mouse-veils
O, and i will espy users of girls in order to free all female tygers with lyons and tiger-countries

La, damaging cradlers, when stopped, will eternally cause rich riders to siren after centuries as
ashen cricket stations cut some blood-wickets for family; and, sss, bridlers of alarms will gasp for
instantly dramatising salt-cuts
O, a blinder under blown buildings come caressing cries when gods send Hitlers to cursed whores

Uh

*
these are our easy islands that lead red cabs to zeroes; O, we will come here with winkies
come sinking pissy fanners directly under labs
and, sss, once across some farmers, sidlers of slags will stab a hill today: O, when pinkies
come loosening grey dirty fields, a cattler to green bats come sharpening glazed shifty
wine-bone

and, uh, a god in hell appears to feed mad angel-jesus to seed that acedes men to stone
sss, once across a dell, sweaty head-greed must use ma-Judas to cut weed from drones;
and, O, a commander to hell sinks some pussy-feed across sexlessness;
and, Uh, whence a male virgin aged forty-nine appears to write life's word, a sea of sloanes
will, once heads get sailed, confuse the utmost son of Man

and, sss, these are our easy islands that lead sad mad mary-madam to spried macadams
and, sss, these are our fleecy Englands that feed bad honey to Eve-Adam while sedans get
most easily strapped to a neck that fuses fats with cake-cunnies
La, we will serve old duck to snippets while nooses suck on pilots and anal sky-pets
and, sss, we will drearily return to bed after suffering a late night bath

these are our easy pie-pans that cook bath-buns till bastardisers, carved, use nests to
swivel on showers; and, sss, cats with mast-mums fill up and up with sandlers and messed
dizzy drama-tauteners of fists and grey pig; and, La, wee wee must use a wet daffy for dressed
easily vinegared paper-pressers
and, sss, silky reapers of confessors will supper after carrot-weed whilst helens under kissers
will, once made fevered, suck upon dils

Oh The stunny most star-made fast pussy undercovers comes ripening dogs with pearlers
Oh The baby hoist of Martain graves get fascinated by mums while shivering bed-curlers
appear sodded with one zillion blind knaves
and, sss, when wankers slide high, a bodier of graves whistles from Elysiums; and bathers
appear soap-washed in public
Oh The sunny most car-craved fast laddy cums weird white paint; and ideal crappers must
suddenly, when onc ghosts rave, shooteth up, up

and, once made eagerly rainbowed, shouters of sluts will surrender pegs to spermed dust
Oh, once along a bled mind, with cellars burning, eyers must murder all pigs with sawn dust
and, made eagerly up from sweet crows, riders must mastify purdahs with carmine daisies

Lahhh a cabbager to a sex-vegetate will endear to dollies while a hip of a hit-feed uses Mary
to swing after bed-ridden sailors; and, sss, when once bodies smile, a cagy slit-sleeve buries
a miller of a mixed milk weepie with sodden boughs and limey meadow-stiles; and, oo, Baby
must recognise some bonnets
Lahhh a ravager of a CP Hound enprisms some keen sparks seen across a cat-bag; O, Mary
will, when once heads burn, exmouthing some mean parks with dreamers; O, we will night-panic,
and we will grow wired to radio and hopital

and, oo, i was caught washing heaven's hands until fotal forbidders led my cock to sleep.
and, oo, yes-men, while born in lose-all heavens, wilts after lost rivers; O, my cock owns sleep while
a parchmenter to cellar-wiles come hootering some quinky mirror that shines under star-sleep
and oo, i was wrought from love's raven-garden
and, oo, i was sought after by dazzlers in cuts and gibbons
and, La La, whence a buddy wide child hisses across some deified cat-ice, a butcher to sleep
will, when once bugs cry, cum scattering salt-loss across raisins, nuts and christs

Ahh i will apparently feel all right and, ahh, i will hit to de Cross and dance for a devil hard-on
Ahh i shall most certainly feel as as night has blooded me with Loss; and, oo, a serum-son must
petrify slicks with the sweetened eyes of musk
and, oo, we shall forevermore taunt sky gob with drawlers of bosses and queasy serum-gum
and, La, weevilers that shrink into tithes come huffing baggy lungs with reverers under dusk
Ahh i will apparently feel all right when keen sides of me study how to ride killers of beauty

Uh. Once above a sweet time, a fotal dizzy fatal fotus came coursing from Denial and duty
when once summer-hanged gives some legal solid core to incesters of guns and family
Uh. Once above a sweet grind, some foetal fizzy natal harness came forcing kids to empty
all dreams; sss, whence shapers of stone fruiters snap penises with mazy woman's hand

Eh?

*
and we will put love's hair in bows as we ram a daisy down
across a muscle-town
and we will put love's hair in clothes
and we shall supper after dinners and fed clowns
ah a navelled liar, sundered, raises wrecks from pogues
and a naked reveller, thundered,
jostles across skinned ice
uh, a bedder, dimmed, countsdown to christs when rogues
seize epilepsy from grey fountains

and we will put love's hair in bows as we ram a diary down
across a pistol-town
and we shall sermonise the wickedness of torn sides: sound
rocks a poet's lungs
and, oo, as a painted fever dons quick-silver
then doomy deadeners, slivered, plug scissor-readers

and we will summon sickeners from navy blue watchers
and we will summon wipers from hot cold burners
and a bleeded guise
must blow arms wide where a candler leaps from eyes
and if at once maid alice
drops inside my time, then a weepy wynder will arise
from darters

Oh a focal fotus in a stream gets broiled under metal
Oh a fatal penis gets glans-gutted
and a fevering harness, scanned, drops rain aside a
medallion of blurred canny cheeses
and, la la, chicken creators shut veins within fleeces

uh

*
as slayers of dusk drool for deaths
then a madam vixen may well sweat
optical beads
and, la la, a sun at sea washes wet
and, a-hah, a hat of weeds
wallops wallowers inside grey-frets

a saddler of a scented blue death wrecks
plantagenets of coded glued meths
under wagoners of spinneys and kecks,
and a stunner under rain
tramples aside a female trampoline
and, ohh, a psychedelic circus
rains aside a lake-town and ream
old ogres whose worded world-arrows
fall just like soft tears

once upon a blind mind, i saw meadows
melting into demure forest-flame
and a star of gloom shelters under pain
and a son of darkness
serenades a lunar globe whose cities

cry, cry, cry..O, when once de bodies
die for masturbative eyes
then as students of cunt will use eyes
to sear a baby from wide spies
and a dukedom on a quiet cliff rides
a radioed cocker horse to a new bride's
ravishing blue-tide

dromedary men fall to reeders as lies
interlink Hector with Andromeda; and
wideners of milk scatter cheese underhand
and a lover of rilks
shaves a snowy bird from raven-hands
and a fotal kisser
raises rodeos from coded grey killers

oo as demotic diamonds glint then bands
will dourly play for rivulets and seasand.

*
the gallopers of a studio field hock old horses where
a diamond of a weirdo rides amock; and a sea of air
pants after dust; and a poet's tree drops plums where
a dizzy doctor scarlet preaches unto skinner's prayers

the rosy rabbit that shoots itself dead always scares
ashen baby habits with loot; and a money madam scares
all of her painted kids
and a romantic sea of squid spurts squid-oils under
a cagey blue ochre that sods a skirt with gal-lumber

the gallopers of a studio field hock cold horses where
a remander of meadows shoots shamanic sea-stairs
and a baddy beach in a root rots after citied chairs

and a smelly carousel leads kids to ground where a
bodier of delis surround beads with drowners. Mars
hisses to our mercury beats
and a juniper feather bead washes beds inside sleep
and a jackler of danger bleed

O
masses in a fairground crash; and a roller under heat
leaves a dunny will to dead creeps;
and we weevilise the stilled as we murder sleep

once aside a mad mine, i tried to dig for Mary
but mamma Mary had no holy prams for me. Ah
I widen as i glance upon a painted false bible. Ah
radios in rodeos rip suns
and i am left atoned in de davy dark as old guns

shoot tomorrow's mind-moon with chewed lungs

O
i am a god in hell and i live inside a sea-shell
and my macadamic cousin has no eyes,
and the scissors i have come for enter bells
and the ashen eyes of guns shoot a knife
and a body burner breaksdown
o i am god in hell and i live insidea sea-shell
and my macintoshing father sweats for rain
and dead winter rocks till the summer rain
falls aside this gentle town
*

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,-.
*
these are my mallard days when i get badly murdered whilst drinking ale
o, a castaway, sundering, rends clit from babby
and, once rocked, fathering gold lit fastens a crucifix to a sea of dales,
and, uh, a coda of a kind killing
must succour sauce as a vaulted evening appears sundering for Wales
and, la la, life is our wailer
and, uh uh, christ uses his loud-hailer
and, once dyed, a baiter of fig uses labia for nailers; and, oo, soft failure
appears, mushed, as eager as a murdered heart-river

ah, as melted melancholia fuses dashes to war-wards, the sunny masters
accuse dons of reading porn
ah, as pelted city layers interfuse ashes to kid-wards, a dunny fever will
render salt cellves from corned
radio bushes

these are my mallard days when i get brutally murdered when drinking tea
o, a casted crippler, slaved, gets on a judas-wick
o, a vast grey rippler, laid, gets gunned by twelve armed gabriel's tit

uhhh.

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

*

30/04/2022.

 

*

work-in-progress title: The modellers of mansions weave eyes from twined tornadoes
first draft pome then poem-song

The modellers of mansions weave eyes from twined tornadoes
O, idlers of stanchions layers milk with wives while easy meadows
cum for eddiers of flies and fleas;
and the riders on the rain ram down de seas when evil caverners
appear drained

The modellers of mansions weave skies from twixed mind-mallow
O, riders of natrons sunder trees while dangerous dear-haloes use us
with an easy red rider whose cycles breakdown;
and, sss, grey statues of ooze hiss for candles as chemic towns
use spies for fazed meat

uh

*
The modeller of nations eases now some blue foot inside a ward
O, we will open our doors on a strange sun while a whipper of bawds
hiss after heels
O, we will shout out aloud about the a sweet son; and, sss, gourdes
must sunder wheels with fairy hands

The modeller of nations eases spuds into wine; uh, granular pans
get devilling for petras while a dizzy ermine mind cuts nuts from sand
O, we will open our claws across beads; and we will use some islands
to sermonise ovens with whores
and, sss, weepers will mop salt seas from closed skies

*
The doodler whose pictorial pencil-passion dips a pencil penis under fires
O, rulers of booze swirl beds under stencils
and, sss, as a blinder of curls summons tundra from peoples, gasses fires
appear to enthunder gods and pearls
O, riders of lubes enfurl some sandlers with earls
and, hah, when once picks furl into time, a masoner to girls gets murdered

The doodler whose pictorial pen-cinema drags on a penile sheath; and, O,
whence cats and rats and heavenly curs come carrying bats aside curries
and, when once stretchers come carrying the wives of crash, melded rubies
must, once dammed, source after teeny ringers of sky-ash
O, riders of tubes enmurder fever
O, and we will arrive directly back home; and we will lift not a single finger

Uh

*
The hoopers of widening weird feline socks will hereby suck on a cat-rock
La, whence reapers use killings for time, a loser of dills must feast on cock
and, oo, we will rout for the clocks and, oo, we will fuse dust under peacocks
La, whence riders use drillings for crimes, i will plan to abuse lust
and weird dust cracks my head where my dying fairies die abed and steelers
must, when once dils writhe, sharpen minds with scabies

and the walled gods come near while shadowers engrave graven foxy reelers
with timeless moon-meddlers
and we will surely unravel into times whence a sealed live-grave enrivers rulers
with some measureless masturbatory gal-mover;
and, sss, i will enweeble castigatory gall with poolers of nakedness and droolers

The hoopers of widening weird feline cops will hereby arrest sex-deaths while
elderly father-foolers fascinate piercers with shops
and, oo, whilst enprisoned gruel-gaolers slapped after cot, a knifeling's wide smile
hereby rotates around a revolving sex-bath;
O, weepies, once drowned, entertain a swiped town that lends beds to masks
O, eateries, once ground down, enherd jesus-jacob with rattlers and neon flasks
O, stories about cunt whips crows; and entissuers of cod seasons slam with Venus-masts;

Lah.

*
Enheaded hotel-hordes get gaffing aside metal meat-cracks when seizures under casts
sweep fractures under nets
La, we will fight for Mumblers while we enstrut lost grieved pets; and, oo, grey mask
become, once dyked, as verminous as original radios
La, we will set alight to scudders whilst dissolving rodeos loosen heads beneath carp
and, oo, whence we ensaddle a sex-style, a spuller of madams must engallow heart
and, sss, a gilder of seas ensails some rapine belters
and, oo, inside some beltane belfry, i oversaw star-builders come enbelting blood-paths
with some sort of a picture-painting

and a walled god comes near whence ensaddling mules masonise bees with red rafts
La, we will set alight to guns and we will sweep grey fools across trees that shoot baths
and, oo, we shall be the router of de cock and we shall attach a rock to both shoulders;
Uh, when once drawl gets scuttered, a vast venal bride at the stairwell
comes enchanting bull; and, sss, come bellying up from wives, some nuclear dew-dell
enooses enbranching skull with fists
Uh, and milk weepies will thunderise cliffs with murderers and curtaining cupboard-cells
Oh, mealers in teepees spill fragmentisers and oinkers engrunt saviours
and, when once sin falls for enstationed cunt-criers, a fotal message will fuck killers

Eh??
*

these are my dullard days when i will lay my head down
upon crashing female arms: And farmers to loud towns
will slacken street lights
and a widener of red light comes shuddering for nights
and a wivener of forced towns
cum swiping sonar stretchers with laden latent heights
Oh, as dads turn severely turtle
then a radioed messy moon-stable
has to heap clothes days high
and a local fart fashions bellies from torn hides when
a lacquering lady-smith
strides across cavvies and canine slow-drips
....
weary diamate drinkers swig bottled brine as trips
get murdered by shrinkers
o easy dreary pinkers pee upon nettlers as crypts
cry for madamed brain-skits
and a burner of beers brag after sermonic tinkers
*
the lady of the lake feeds flanned fissures to dust
la laddies, mast-shaped, flee from wombed crusts
and a brasser in a stream
gets drowning for sonar cream
and, once hurt, a signal filthy mind thinks of cusps

the lady from de drapes swings curtains across stinkers
the brandies under snakes
drain flashes from funferals
and old funerals seem fun for all: Plasterers with pickers
must rot a hound-room
and a dizzy crowed cocoon feeds flamingoes with
purblind pink pepper

lousy licked lob lolly men fish for maids with paper
crazy mazy gob dolly men fish for flays with fever
and a shivery city spire
arises from pure pentacled penis flesh: fingers move
wrenched bums from female buses: staplers smoothe
drenched buns from female missives
and a wolverine gone cold snares brands from dukes
and a vast bath in the boughs of sailed pities
clamour for masques

de lady from the stapes drizzles anvils from hammers
de bodies from eared napes
get deafened by a blinding cochlea failure: Old drammers
dramatise histrionics with leotards and flailers
and, hooped, as fearers flash from pillars the gold slammers
scar-interlock shakespearoes with panners

as a laden biddy blancher brags about a four-hand tryst
then a meddler of braiders
will surely swallow labia: a hymen in a scrum uses fists
to sacrifice willowers to geary greasy gully ghost-trips
and, once balled, a mettler of the arousing dead
drops finches under thrushed grey beds
and swiping robin-hens click as they cluck: fuckers
bind feathers to stalls

*
there is a dream about restaurants that seat one thousand men
there is a dream about cafes that seat one billion starved hens
and, laid to feeding rest,
pyrotechnics set alight to smashed incredible edible lifts.

*
and as i sleep for berries then i sink beneath flowers
and as i weep for cherries, then i drink aside wasp-towers
and a denier at god's hip gets bangled with angel-hangers when force
appears divined by loopers of coffins and cocoa ladies.

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

*
Endstoppering, an ensailing doggerel father-poet gets sundering high when faces
drop; and, oo, when engrailing devil-aped verse-mamma gets guised, molten faces
will, once gnawed, use some enveiling snapes to sirenise pets with dried grey laces
and some eager sweetener of green mailings swing for idolisers; O, some hit laces
cum hootering for suede-aces
and, sss, enwagoned dude-faces fragmentise; and, sss, we will enfight grey graces
and, sss, enpinioned sperm-dresses fragment for hissers

Endstoppering, a devouring ragged flower pulls itself from a humanising mirror
O, we will wash some spy-dyed ravellers with mulls and we shall murder geigers with
some enchampagned laddy lie,
O, flirters under mush mash a tie inside de guys
and, sss, once we kiss Crash, sidlers of blind spiders encurate some elbower of pig
and, laaa, gods turn to unholy beer
and, laaa, boxers spurn all dreary tears while enduning beards wag across wind-wigs

Uhh

*
Enteachered, a waxen fever-snatch will hedonise some greasy wind-slam; O, whence Bathsheba
gets stroked till woven, a catty tail-hatch must sunder some dirty eye-scan fuses cicada with Leda
a heroic evil fucking curtain gets made human
and, sss, metallers of urgent wrecks will sink beneath surgeons while balders under cedars enthunder
a killer of dolly gob; and dolly gob is near whose maxim of a porn-pile sunders riders with slumber
Oh, we will fascinate England with rods
Oh, we will terminite English fig with some sort of a dairy modeller
and, sss, as times glow just like a glow-worm glows; and builders of swellers fued for mummas
sss Enstretchered, a manxy proud cat kisses storms with a fast labia
and gods die for men who cried

and gods cry for gems; and, sss, statuers of wide wives come sea-casting fish upon drowners; and, oo,
ensweepers of old hens fashion brooms for triggerers; and, uh, pettlers of lips strum Downers with cruised
babblers of bonny boys and murder
Eh? Entreated, bunny children sunderise a blonded blue purdah with stresses of funellers; and a funnel-weave
gets easily house-spiders mounters of eerie lies with naked mirrors
and, oo, fast hitler-men interfuse dartlings with scarabs where millers tell their endrivelled motor-flex-beads
Eh? Star-seated, fierce murder-men interfued foods with carabs whilst bellers goose-garotte bricked-in lavvies
and, sss, just like a glow-worm glows, feeders of moods will supper for forkless river-knives
and, sss, just like a crow will crow, raiders of sleuthes will dine directly after moosers of sex and city cries

Uhhhh Whenever some crow-choirs come chanting God's game, a navel for a mantra gives head to guides
Uhhhh Whenever some loud pyres come cremative Love's name, a devil for a killer gives bread to de Guys
and, sss, we will hereby suck upon tears that appear to taste like de Lady

O, as keen good fathers turn to die, a missionry of fear causes mourners to level heaven to ghostly rubies
Uhhhh Whenever come clothed spires come luminising fierce father-luminaries then garlanders with study
directly after holy tocsins and haloed birth.

Oh.

*
a blooder in a ruined river
raises skin from cat-liver
and the hands of a masque shiver
and a bed of beads
sky-stabs spirals with soft leaves
and a dog of sex
sirens under T Rex
and a poetical christ has to slice
heavenly seas of bees
o
a rider of faces glisters where ice
scatters noise-angels across
pealers of boys
and loud voicers under moss
kick off de cross
o
nude kids cry
dead kids writhe; and pigs burn

*
waggers of watches speak for de times
o wagoners in cottages
cry, and a sea in a river abuses de times
and, lo, as a starry spire
loosens fire, then a dolly under vines
fastens dukes to tyres
o
nuked kids try
o
puked kids ride
o
fluked bibs die
and a bud of war races aside families

the openers of steeled mind-wards
enter deaths where sex-gourdes
cum cramming colliders with paws
and a doctor in a tree
trapezes where a summer's seed
cums deeply where skin burns
and a rider of fear
ropes a potato to a room of beers
o
nuked pigs writhe.

*
bells are breaking in my head
blown down by the brainless moon
that shines from guitar
swollen with fuss and dusk
and impossible rain

the fazing bells of midnight
awaken to an endless river
enfused in a festive entropic slumber
enclaved by knelling grey oceania
encaged by the arms of the new year.

the world of bells is breaking in my head
their tocsins crumbing cruelly,
the foods of hens await the climax of
days bearing change without loud end.

the worlds are breaking, o near future
has a fuming feud after begging crows
for the seeds are ringing from budders where
rapped rocks of cheery deserts
sow planetary speed
thrown by the waxen winds
whose head is a locust
whose hands are crocused
whose feet are drowned in new times.

*

Copyright JDB 01/05/2022.

 

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work-in-progress title: The whipplers of some encumbering sea-sun must
first draft poem then poem-song

The whipplers of some encumbering sea-sun must and will obey the swine at sea
O, drippers of some sky-harnessing sea-gun must and will obey the wine in seed;
O, drapers of mums stuns some seizuring fitter whose acrid pepilepsy will acede
some salt bone from eve-and-adams
La, dropplers, slashed, interfuse some keen holy child spirit with skies and trees

The whipplers of some ennumbering seed-scum must force odd boys inside bees
to, when once swarmed, fatherers to greed thrum for sauce; and, oo, mentalis, sleeved,
will come examing blurred fingerers
O, weavers of veilings will forever and eternally more open up a doorway aside killers
O, deceivers of de boiling will get stoned in and in and in

La

*
The whippler of some spy-enchanting doll-radio gathers up de teas from de meadows
O, sidlers of some eye-enplanting moll-stereo ravels into old times
and, when once skies stop, a devilry in gallowers hires some gold brine to de shallows
La, we will cum chanting the Mantra while wooded tyres seize cured vines from coded
disembodiers of fotal embryologies

The whippler of some cry-constraining growl radio gets feminised with naked raided men
who, once along a super female scrum, nosed under devilers of figs
and, sss, we shall most certainly dip a thumb down a grey sock while painted red women
will, once sat up, command drinkers of guns to do the utmost worst to hens and children
La, a summery sick-hole huffs some roman cum

Uh

*

The depleters of the less believed ensiren some lost eye-prisons with midnight voices
O, as devisers under small deaths sunderise some crossing mission, coded horses may
well arrive, where paddocks burn, accusing evil boys of having just some keen pony-play
and, sss, i will stir cellars in sperms underneath blue toys
O, as revilers under the lose-all boys who extemporise deaf blindness to a town of clay,

The depleters of the bed-ridded deft enseasons some crofted pinion; and eyes aside jades
comes hooting, just like an original genius owl
O, we must connive to stir inking genetic crowds to sweeten cities with lovely glades where
metalisers of sweet scribes devise a blown female sex-prison
and, sss, petallers of tided tit-tithes stones bled big-ben with killers and lost visions

Uh

*

The defiers of evil holy poet trees come enladdering applers with clams; O, easter-tides
appear car-washed by some eagerly awaited moon-meddling kiss-cans
and, La, a widener of pies forges swarthy sausage from a weird serenade of fat thumbs
and, La, a pelterer of peas gets a sweet sex-surprise where a dumdum forces sweet scum
to sirenise a fotalist whose poseidon-kiss appears drowned under an acid burn.
and, La, hereby i can espy some barbwired arsenic jay christ come curving ole sperms
directly aside a sky-scan that enmothers cracklers of graves.

The deifiers of evil curly poet beads come donning blotto-boobies while some bees
come fiercely nectarising bossed breeds with waspish devil-stinging sex-smiles
and, O, once across a cashy building, definers of dervish-swirlings will use seaweeds
to cause a picker of an plashy careering to enraid greyers of darlings with lost salt-greed.
La, a bloater of a silly blotted bed-blorter must interfuse sirens with puss-props
and, O, once, when mandiblers lose sea-fondlers, a capper in Eden murders sex-pop;
and, sss, me and my own sex-solus mission must shatter old pigeons.

Uhhh These are the tin-pot winged star-sports that enfashion dartlings with surgeons
Uhhh These are the venal vanners of car-courts that hide a female body in old curtains
La La, me and my mentalising dada uses some scar-haunt to soften up wasted relievers
Uhhh These are our twixy twizzlers gal-christs whose nuclear bobbies must use deceivers
to sodomise some spastifier with puzzlers of foiled ooze hidden cisterns,
La La, me and some clowner of a pig hushes boners with feeders
and, O, i must sink some flowers into hot pasta-waters which fragment vines with picklers

Eh? Eh? Eh? tutter tutter tutter Lahh Lahh Ohh; Eh? Eh? Eh? we will sunder star-tissue

NOW.

*
the pushers of valleys cut dinners from trays
the usher of bodies
hushes up a dirty kinema
and a filmic lobby
leads kitchens into phlegm
and a mystic bobby
abuses heaven's telescopes
la as minds flow by, a naked microscope
has to watch over rain
la as wind boys cry
a naked bagger of purple skein
rocks cold sperm
and a lady on a keg has to fasten ferns to
easy sockets.

the pushers of valleys cut dinners from trades
the pullers of ballets
harden, and a pandemic blind city of graves
nooses snoods with alleys
and the whipper of currents
has to suck an electric plug fron a volleyed
flitter of a fox
.
the idylls of a knock hammer daisies
the rivals of a rook
snaps axe-heads with
a blase cat-of-tails whose easter crib
craps upon trashed tea
and we hiss
and we abuse outelbowed bladder-crests
,, o

the pushers of valleys cut dinners from raised
dinner-tables,
and the wives in a separating grave
scheme upon idols
and god's idols must starve
.
old odes to reason collonise a coral isle
cld souls in season
sink rat-faxes into rhythm
and a coffin on a plate
teeters a tripper behind teasing drakes
and a bone on a hill
swallows mam's margarine
..
Eyes see sweat..
Minds feed Debt..
Slides show widdershins
..
Uh

*
we took our evil raft when
dyed water swam from old gism
we soaked sweat-steeples when
cried father sprang from prison
and a thinning bird
hastens to hum for words
and a moth in my barge
is caught inside a butterfly.
,.
we took our evil raft when
dyed water swam from gold gems
o once upon a veined mind
the diggers of a panned sky
star-shrouded deceivers with skinned
rubber tenets.

*

red cooks of mead & diamond drakes
will rustle after foods while cold baits
sucksa blown veined lover- O, air
snaps a sister nut as a bone of prayer
cups a buddy tit & fingers old hair.-

we ravel into minds.... we cure a
bedded blaze of bony bridle-men,
& a doctor of rode stone has cut cars
concertinaed with robotic gay star-bars..

oh we sing for screwers as old-time Zen
rends a bastard puppy from god-gem
&, as lost trees jam, then a bod of bins
slaps a swagerer against shitted limbs
& outgraved odes to cellves hear lakes
lamming dronwners with labile bee-brakes.

what with some kind knickers cut overhead,
sweet mice collonise a pollen's bread
& a sea of teats feeds a raven'd head
o utmost fatherings thread
hot cake with thrushes &
what with whored pincers underneath
pursed telephones, ~& what with sleep
gardening cell-drones with loud wheat,-

we must hear a brawl of days shaking
purpled rammers of visioned digitalis,
ah there is a statue on this green when
odes to fear sea-hang a hag of keen
daddy witches
......
wizened coldframes carry cussed Eden
into bruised blue view where lost reasons
drab-light a hill of scatterimg night-llissoms
-this side of lost hills, i hear screens
dying like huge massed eyed trees
amen....

*
The enterers of a blue burstive ash-trade will curtanise devilries with vinegar beltane men
La, devisers of a hissy swan-trade will get easy circumsized; O, as wives flow in Bethlehem
a daddy of some dizzy persil-wards will appear geesy; and, sss, we will endragon beer-bends
O, i have oftentime respirated keen crumbed cake
O, i have forever decorated mean iced snake
and, sss, a beddler of incarnative sea-lice cums to dice a daffy digger when burnt papes
loosen all lobbers and losers from dirtiers

The entrerers of a blue burstive sash-slave will use some chemic piss for a town of apes
La, devisers of some hissy baby-blast spills dudes across helmets; and eaters of fakes will
come sodomising mummas with gaspish screws
and, sss, we will hereby idolise a city of mikes with a beery smell under auditory song-kills
and, uh, i must come to seek again for the green Zion of the waterbead
and, uh, i must come to speak again for desoilers of Genoas and the bed of cockerels
O, mercenaries to guns weep for rain

Eh?

*
Oo once upon a mind, i entertained mad stories with
reapers of starry wine
Oo once aside my mind, i entertained sad stories with
heapers of dirty wine
and a daughter on the moon falls from old cartoons
and a mad man in a tomb
scatters ashes at his own grave;
La La,- we weep for slaves
La La,- we eat whores when a bath-tub at sea frigs
babby veins with idiot castles
and a bloated sun of skins opens burned parcels
and a floated thumb
cries for dum-dums

Oo, once upon a sad mind, i entertained mad tories with
readers of word-blind eye-makers
Oo, once upon a massed mind, i fed faces to shakers
and, la la, as whoredom drives hustlers home, then
easy swarmed humans die
and i saw my head in a tie
and i strangled all of my lives

these are my mallard days when i lay adown in slicks
ah, parental evil paradise
washes bones in flowers
and a bed of pins drives lamb-whites to scalded lips

oo the sun aside the skies reap stars from cut clit.

*

There are scissoring sermonics near me that get suckering dead birds from the Thames
O, a city of cementives, burnt, sear jets from reeds while all bruisy broads cut hemmers from
some weeviler of dementives whoss titty milky bed-defectives abuse toes with sluts; and mums
must, whence indigos ride, track down babiers with sweet maternal star-troves
O, a city of detectives, spurnt, gets easily dressed while summery treasure coves feed drums wit
dizzy heavenly mumma repletives that make all keen dreams grow, just like de Hour

These are scissoring pnuematics here that get peering after germs; but a keen star-shaper picks
some eddying receiver of cot-bionics that lead a small child to worlds that shine and shine
O, a city of correctives, hereby moved, surely gets to worry about ariels and hallowers of pits
O, and eyers will most certainly fragment dire sea-pets with curries
and, sss, whence a babbler of a defamer entyres bee-debts, a spooner of honeys will
rotate, while me and my murder poem-science cums murdering denudes with a blueser; and, shrilled,

i will arrive back homeward to find me and my phantastic macadam madam confined to cellars
Ohm, sizers of slackeners prove winos decorously fawned from pasters; O, defined inside peppers
weepers of milk-enemies will shudder after dartlers and neon lung;
and, oo, i will devise a boned hill with some fairy thumbs and i shall dig after blorters
Ohm, wifers may well comprise illers of scrums to fuse a baby baller with milky urban tortures
and, sss, i will choose now to opt out of spastic whored spoons as i must lead beds to waters.

Eh? and there are tonsured ravens that appear to taunt my backyard; and, Eh?, as meddlers lynch
all clickety-cruising trains women, a valver of tears sheds some wept bards; and, sss, grey drinks
come soddenly drinking to a tea-and-toast hotel where northern lip spreads marm across bread-kinks;
Eh? and there are punctive gibbons that ape-beat some radio growler with gems and monkey-brinks;
and, sss, whilst evil racists engarden rats in devil white-meat, a bellyful of cat-pens must smile for slimmed
lively ebonies who interleave shrilling ivories; and, sss, once brought together, eternity will made self shine

ETERNALLY.

*
a local car-crash has upset me very much
a fatal crash on a lost main road
has hereby filled my mind with pain
and, o, a waster of the speeding dead cuts
transitory dead transits with
a pair of urban scissors
and collisions are surely common now?

the drivers of killed dreams dream now
after speeding nightmares
the bikers under city screens hear crowds
hurling stones at killers
and i have never driven a car
and i have never suffered suburbia
..
a fatal elision in a massive heart sends
copious car-crashes
back home where the music is playing

and a dragging fish-net has made me
swim far West.
Dangerous, a big boat of sex made me
dive under death;
and an open sea arises from seaweed
and a bay of billions
heed drowned selves whose cold sleeves
bury ponds under carrion.

a budded bearth of sea-things heaves
scarring starfish from the rills of thieves
and thieves rob all day
galleons where a piracy decays
and a nasty sail flags for cold clay
and a clay-cold river sends ships where
insidious killers rock...

*
These are our mallard days where we lend some loony science to veined crows: O, here are our lovers;
and, when once foxes play, a haloic moon heart-mind vixen must enwindow de rose with lost fathers
La, an original london-city-prison becomes ripple-drived from dusties while a puller of puglets murder
all blue genoas with a sky-dying stella mum that hisses for torn drum-pasties
La, an ogre seen inside rigs will surely shake his ugly arrows at blinding titan-babby; and sweet thunder
will hereby swing, swing, swing
directly behind the sweet craft at the darksome sides of a naked lunar star-held cock-caddy; Ohh, Ohh

THE END.

*
Copyright JDB 04/05/2022.

*

work-in-progress title: There are red walls here that force blind buildings to fall
first draft pome then poem-song

 

There are red walls here that force blind buildings to fall; O, as vented seas come tumbling, a draggler
internooses bled walls with rats
Uh, we will surrender drawl to catmen; and, sss, a painter of pulley boys fued after diggings; and paper
becomes wet as illiterate weed; and, O, we will ignite desire with family while dudes cut riggings
and, sss, weepy meat-sky-greed rams ghosts down midnight pig

There are bled walls here that force mind-mumblings to sprawl; and, sss, a warder for a woman's leader
must sermonise scrawls with tears; O, a paster on de town summer-snoozes while crusters of Leander
must, once caught, come spiralling into gloom
and, sss, a swiper of lungs must carry fags to dunes
and, once wrought, god's mum hastens here and now to sad days and made cocoons

Uh

*
There are red dolls here that forge sin from vermin; O, as faces slide, a baiter of bursters eat sand-moons
Ah, whence passion tears fats from flour, a caker of an ermine-hour will become shot by elderly rooms
O, a paster of pled museums use a father for a son; and, O, we will sirenise guns with rot while grey wounds
appear sermonising luminous chapels

There are red dolls near that force skin from semen; O, as laces glide, a rapier with cursors eat screen-tombs
O, where bad dolls seize bats, a scrapper of diamond pulls stasis from de guys
and, sss, a fat facist hallway becomes sent to its own stink-camps; and, uh, we are denied
of everything; and we must use clay for crumbs

La

*
These are our mallard days that lead some horse-fuck directly under blinders; O, inside a tiny island
blue-pokers of dullards feels for bread while a sonar solar sofa-child peers across grinders of England's
cruel bluesy gold empery
O, as we render guns from enemies, a chopper of a choker-berry must soften for Loss
O, as we surrender mums to emperies, a stroker of a baited cherrry must abolish sauce; and, sss, families
appear bleak; and, where dog-factories mother a keen inflative mummy, old mummy cloths come winding
egyptian beards in wailering pyramid-charm;
and accidental bully-boys thrum for farms
O, when routers of the cock paw porridge plastic, a city of neon daffies hugs deceivers of dreaming
invective blood-evenings
and, sss, an immerser in creaming causes nylon herpes to madden leaning
blinded and eye-ear-divided scissoring forced pylons
and, Uh, diviners of tears ennoose a blathering growler with apeman screenings
ahh
Eh?

*
These are the jagged jaffa daytimes that winter-lead doom-deniers with summer-beds; O, when a hoot-owl uses
winged dust for friends, a pomander under seizures forces some fizzy pepilepsy to thunderise a dead vale
O, these are the ragged jaffa days that midnight-anoint hearse with dizzy catatonia; and we will use some fuses
to sex-temporise some cool seas under soft sweet song-skirts
O, hereby, while waves fret, silencers of loud lovers will shout across hurt until shouters rout red chickens
And, when once kids slip, mummas resound in shirts that enmouth sweeties; and cruises
muster for masters and yappy youth and her hidden toys move horses
to wild sleep when dabblers lunge for bitumen
Ah,- we will whip hens with heartless vitamins

Eh? and there appear to be divinities dancing under snakes
Eh? and there appear to be sweet liberties come shaping snakes
and, sss, a tragic tawny city has to stun easy river-rakes
and, sss, it is now common knowledge that most genius is black
Oo, these are the ragged jaffa teatimes that river-lead dapplers with Mammon
Oo, these are the tragic feather lunchtimes that feed foods to men who squat on daemons
Eh? and there appear to be divinites dancing under eager chandaliers that shatter
directly after a true black God and His endless rite to rule
Eh? and i have seen men join in the dances of the Dead?
..and there will be keen and easy times where slumber
gets shorn of sleep; and there will be summers where
all defamers of whips forge heat from prayer; and there will be spind hair
Oo, these are our rapid rancidities of slowed life that lend radios to blue tits; and, sss, we will witness-warp a room with prayer upraised
from dimante diamate pig-kids whose fatalisms prise weed from cheap frills

La La La And closed curtains on a cliff will meld meat with kitchen-mills

Eh? Eh? as dizzy doddery sapphire seals get hammered into gales, ducts
come hooting for an original owl; and, sss, demanders of nudes use suck to
sear some easy sacrifice from growlers
Eh? Eh? as dizzy doggerel drivers ravel in de East, mad folks reel for swooners
La La La And, what with wide fevers cum squirting milk-boats, endless killers
must severely overwash goddess and all of her make-up mirrors

Uh Uh Uh... Ahh Men....Uh Uh Uh.. blue men: robots of Du
and, as ditchers cause a daddy bitch to study skin, a protector of Human star-dew
encradles dirtyers of some filthy street cum bedazzling defectors with bread-eye stews
and, ooo, me and madam macadam naples uses kid for spy-screws
Eh? Eh?.. and once along a sweetening happy mod mind, i overswore for sacred sandals; and, oo,
eyers of deifiers may well strum a balded honey with elderly poos

Ahh endlessly wearying television powers shout out aloud for porn-sex and screws
Ahh endlessly weeping digital show-powers use denters of cellves for goo
and, sss, it is someday known that cablers must strike
all febrile cleverness stoned dead; and, with veins at a beer-mike,
missioners to emptiness slow bed with mungrel sores; and whippers
must eternally and forevermore sharpen burnt bum with TV strippers

Uh? Uh? Uh? Ahh Men...Uh! Uh! Uh! nuked men: robots of Ma.

*
Molten books of hours swirl verses inside flowers
, chidden rooks of bowers
Raise curled curtal hearses
….
Ahh.
Vast closures in bled veins
Chill stains in acid

and a fazing bellstar will stir
raided deaths and pianos,- bled curs
must walk god to death
sss when once a city in a deck
dodders after cemeteries and mean sex
then blonde bobbing becks
will sea-hang
balls and summits—
lo
as hot hired wives sweat for candy cigarettes
then blabbed burst sex war
divines salt blood- , Lah
although we dwell inside veined God
.although we swell outside veiled sods
We will find the pearly way when
Cold snowers interfuse
Dobs and dashes
.,
Cloning sex riders will stone a bad fast boy,
O, under a kelpie, we will whip toys with
Mascara and rainbows
Sssss under a shroud sail, men and figgy kids
Suck skirts from quince,
And, laden, a severing sea squint slays slashed pigs
O.
Cloning sex drivers will stone a bad glue-crib,
And, la, as eerie earth men deride
Waxed hands and shorn screwed kids,
Then grinding gashed spades will rise
From out colostomies, agers, and cold disguise
,,
. 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..

*
conical fevers will eternally spring death from lime.
o magical mind-seizures willl forever shooteth vines
and a baddy inside tillers trap
a doctor of a driver under blued nap where laps
relapse into green writhers; and sadness shoe-straps
evil natal natrons around blown seas where death

grinds cheesy drawl with salmon-shaken seed-sex
scatters velvet brawls along semen-eaten gun-sex
and a picker of a pocket prickler scutters when sex
widens wolfy powders with graveyards
o, a mysterious mad child rids a mental sinner-scarf

conical smilers will forever grimace against lost times
o manaclers of mad hills will trill and spill across times
o comical diners will forever grind dollies unde times
and a rinsing star-priest cuts a spined bully with a
slayer of salamis and false penis down a blue car
o-la, we will most certainly hear god's dead world
caressing canny cascaders with dicky easy pearled
pissy pawing winkling cunt-girls; and sex killed Mars

oo the filthy patrons to the moon break cake into a
weepy tea-seeper of a cocoon; and snakers use a
candifier to accuse a sexy room of maiming cars
la la, easy ironers iron beneath spoons when guitars
get strung from biddy binds as a fakir in lost cards
deals ancient eagelled idiot tarot; and Ouija scars
scamper as roller-ghosts taunt a tombing sitar.

*
and a tallowed tower which collapses under daddy saddness
eye-deafens dukes with pain-refexing ear lumber; O, depth
drabblers for suits and a bren in messing cries for T Rex
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.

*
and the eyes of March show warm blind crows where ice
caddies after motelled milky mind shows; and we ram lights
where, damaging naked wine, a flask of paint drinks to christ's
impossible boozing plower. O, the magi in a cave heard mice
swallowing brooms whereby a dreary sun fell down around
a blue-bedded waller of spies; and mental cells swallow sound
and we dance for a davy dance and we slide underground

the tawny twitterer of a manx bird delves soap mince and a
dredger of tea spitters don waxed worlds where a soft car
crusades after naked motored mad girls. O, a parader's star
marries naked neurones with peed peals that wet sex-starred
body-clefts swill-found inside seized weals; and messy bards
bang in a booker's clancy hand as a bayer of brands scars
tremulous daughterers of nancy drams with hot-glans-bars

and the eyes of April open out upon a dinny dream of Men
and the brides of Napels blind up with dizzy lesbotic gems
and a bone of braded basts builds a baby smiles high when
we may leap from a masted dill and slide outside old children
..
Oh.

*
There are so many eagle-men whose sparrowing carrion comforting gull comes whispering after blades and snoods
O, and, where once trod women booze for arrowings, a marrier to skulled sofa-signals thrum for featherers of shopped ruins
O, there're are soo many easel-men whose grey paintings scatter blood-busts across some wagging euphesian pharoahs; and spewers
must achieve shit-studios where a lose-all-kid swanks after wankers whose crud-flush cums heltering for a mind-war that feeds vines to sewers
.. and, lo, as multisonous muffets get giddly fed to some vineyard male, a defuser of head-wards must use movers
to hollowise fragmenters with fawny flit-lips and buzzy moon-denuders
ahh- a cocklered sea-slam causes fuzzy gal-benders to shovel coke upside a droner
and, sss, once across edams, forgers of daddy demanders hiss for wakes then suffer
a pluperfect evil heart-body sapphire breakdown

Uhhh silky sylvan milk-weepies scud in a very deep bath; and, with eggy fingers raised, some coprotic spinster has to wed dropped dusks to feathers
and, o-la, an acerbic anatriptic sex-cretin melts for ginger mingers, some urine-drinking dirt-star scat-covers pearlers with lost reamers
and, sss, weepers of silver semen-cases get tracked down by five and country senses that bleed for plowers; and we will
dramatise delled vinegars

O.
*
I heard a potty on a pledge peering into spread
Flickering evil tongues
Ah, I oversaw a raped ledge where killers revved
Salty killer lungs
. laaa

Odes to soft boiled ovaries cut a gilled dill yolk
…Saws in pulled pituitaries
Build ropes from an egg of dope
And, under hot loss, messy mental marked soap
Washes eyes inside
Spidered sea slides

……
Lithe losers loosen marmalade
And idiot senility slides from behind a sideboard’s
Sawn cabinet spine.
Oh...

*
Copyright JDB 05/05/2022.

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work-in-progress title: The veerers seen underneath scram come swirling in a mercury-bowl
first draft poem then poem-song

 

The veerers seen underneath scram come swirling in a mercury-bowl
O, entreators of screams must use a dead hog for stying pig poles; and, ssss,
as a metaller to gobs fuses doomy desecrates with bone, a daddy to a fistula
hereby appears evil
O, while sprawlers, made meat, scrap guns with purring cat-magic; and, sss,

as a detour to some coaching sea-crap fuses daffiers with rat-panic, mental wrists will
always forever and eternally more, shaft kids with budders
and, Uh, a comber of memory must cast pugs with brothers while seminal soap will,
once leeched, loosen blood from crust
and lemoners of lime-tipsy heroes die out; and hills will
come chanting an easy sky-mantra

Uh.

*
These are our invidious cider-graves that feed bulged beer to star-panzas; O, we will hereby
come instantly recieving a mental-stage that rends tears from greyers; O, we will hereby
come instantly inceiving a bud-all lady who has hissers for fingers
O, insidious shapers come moon-devising dudes while sisters find stone-men ripplered

and, oo, while romances hum, a wedded grey ceiling issues thrummers from dripplered
moany mopped owl; and, when gabblers shift towels, a sanitising of fierce ridings must hit to a
kind keen jazzy dance-ball
and, sss, we must extemporise drawl,
and, uh, once across some silly hall, eyers claim lost sights from ashen leaders of Hitler's
rectal devise.

Eh

*
HaH: these are our granite days where we easily enskirt a mad child; o, whence we spread dirt
directly across towers that fade into five seas, a paster of craps telepones dizzy trees; and hurt
hereby spy-smothers every single madamer;
Oh, once we get enfevered, winglers of endolling reflectors slam weirs aside piggy bees; and,

Oh, where once mouthers quivered, sindlers under ceilings dance long some jazzy darjeelings
and, sss, these hard granite drapes we never pull will surely cause folks to look upon bindings
Hah: wide roots with magenta snakes force marblers to erect whores from popes
and these are our planet glades where martians sunder fished pits; and we will use rope

Uh

*
There are sometimes sad tales to be said that may never be told for real; La, entissuers of horses
come galloping for thick fast panters whose fazing lover must behold weals; La, visioners of sauces
become spilt along a sugar-lunched table of tomatoes
O, we will sirenise sons with fevery sweat-pumped briders of sea-blotto; and, sss, devisers of hearses

hereby silence moon-mums with greasy breasts; and, sss, a drabbler aside sand expand invertors
directly beneath a loony rider of fishers of self-sex
and, Uh, the tainted launcher of grey hissers intwine Hermes with eternal Gal-Hera whose mirrors
come stumbling down some endless stoned stairs; Oh, a piercer of drips sinks feasts into swipers

of doomy enfissioned holy cat-bedazzlers; and a widening world that hoists photos from spiders
has to, when once fog drives, enknife rattling depisers with some buttery boat that leads dissemblers
to some easy gossamer-stain
O, and i see some coasts in pain entrancing bellers with god's scotching veins come winter-pointing
after the spring-like early autumns which deriders rock a mod with searing red earrings: La, anointing
all days deep crags when sandmen fell to prison-sleep

issue now a sweetened balsa cupboards some destructors of lose-all kids whose heart died for heat
and some horrendous head-piece uses a pluperfect hissifer to ride under pleats
O, a peddler of bread-faces wilts for trashed bicycles when sleep reaps
some cavvies from pelts and mashed icicles
and i will study how to cry; La, my heart-sexsheath will use wry sippers
to sodomise carmine stars with Hampstead meats; and strippers
enveigal smothering feathers with repulsing beards and standard pippers

Hah there are sometimes sad tales to be told that never get read at all; Uh, weepers drink salt-rivers
Hah these are the far-out maddy shores when vile trains come crashing across murdererers.

Eh? but there are some fulsome stories about killers
that, once snared, scare fulcrums with loud lickers
and, sss, once all of Man's revolvers sink teeth inside a revolving picture old knickers
appears, once curled, mind-hanged denuders of revolting greyers whose snipper
shafts a seagull down a head-heart-vine
Eh? there are some fulsome idiot murder-stories cum hooting just like a raping whistler
Uhh.
There are incredible goats near that petrify the starring bed-folks whose ladening india-english seed of reason faces aside gassed Hitlers
O, a gashy glue-waffler will seat spread-yolks directly across some light meats and some primal growl-radios; o, rakers
must enshadow denyers with washy shoe-grocers; and, sss, weepers fixed to a crissed cross cum scattering bad vinyl with fairy snakers
O, some ashy screw-pisser pulls some lip
and, sss, feigners of pure acid drop poem-pentacles then lead eyes to warts.

END?
The sexy mutineer whose ripped crotch tells tales about rhyme comes huffing shits when ochre vinegar-ships climbing across sainted hurt
O, we will forever realise that keen black people make our lives live
O, and healers of sweet pleasure cause the black God to enhymn high prayers with black christs;
and, sss, weepers under eyes must serenade an original holy moon; and, sss, these nice slides of Judeah come wrapping beds inside shirts
O, we will forevermore seem fed to star-dreams;
and mariners with deep-sea black choirs chop eaglers with ice-creams and sweetening ideal heart-head-mind ashen love-sorbets; La La La
..And a scuttering of wet shop-shadows intwine holy harp-strings with kosha Mumma

O, seconders of some eager secular faith ravels under timed hands; O, incenders of some venal vernal hoax-relievers will shoot shit with stars
and, sss, i will raise some sort of a photographic shrine for pornographers
O, reckoners of suds come scudding in a fast bath that revolves all de live long days of passioners and devil-dirtiers; and cunts sink for cars
.. And, o-la, the painted mums whose stone-pinnies cause kitchen-romantics to play come shaving strips of clay with razoring city stars; O?
once across a town aside a damp city, an atomiser of berries came choking on cherry just so long that lips came kissing hissifers and spars
And, ooo, me and dizzy mentalis got raining trains from caddied crushed dough

AHH MEN.. AHHH WOMENNNNN..

& the defamers of cold inflamers swan-swaddle a blind pit inside a wet world; and, uh,
weavers of penates Gold seems adhered to a mind of piss and shit: O, pus
comes drinking in the grunge from aciders whose evil devourers of human sewers use cusps
to shardenise some hard floated bummy driftwood with diamante and whored nuts
and, ooo, after the mutative renal nut-raid, dirt sex will kneel down for dud
squatted solid sweat-eels

Uhhh.
*
marked by fished nets, we turn for light as life
lingers within caged killer christ
O a bulge of broads stabs a hot biddy
& a nickled knife-life
lays red balls to musical fire-diced
doggy dangers?
yes, we will count on vents where body-blues
bleed blue halls to silent death
....
the swined herds of the dead fill
heaped hot whored hands
& a drill of birds must sex-kill
female laves
& a bed of trades pays for krill
& an easy salty pharoah
must rock against the heavy
O
when once a hill of lips buries
burned dulled money
then a prison hearse will ferry
dogdays unto a chipped cherry
O
the spined herds of the dead fill
dolly fjords with dicky brine
& a wallah to a girl hears a dill
dragging panties under
big lobbers of lousy slut-tundra
O.
when once red hornets hum
after shrillers & female lathers
then the dolts of a sildler
jam cats with
happy liars

as multisided seas
lock old tongues
then a dead hand's blonde box
sweeps sweat from a gay fox
as we speak to die, o, as we answer dweebs
then vased weevils will
staunch sucked bleeding with female disease:
We have entertained the city dead
uh we have winter-stained
vast vultures with jammy piss
& a bonce of iron
heaps bone
lahhhh
Loving on our own
we will scissor mod stone
& wheat helmets will moan
under neon foam
ssssssss
tut-tut-tut
AMEN?....

*
a windscreen of flowers fastens for
fatteners of mentalis O, digitalis
sources whips with cut lips- hoards
nut for raiders
& as we sail for scores
then we shooteth up
the coders of crashed Mien- cups
carry slowing tables under shut
dammy dorms
..,
the autumns of the killed carry hills
ah, as dizzy carers well up, then mills
must trickle down timed
buzzy woodbines
& a sizzler of signs wakes above us
& open our moon on a stange bus
.
the drilled world is made to turn
but a filled world
breaksdown...
*
What with funeral demons celebrating
a keen satanic wake
then gold kids feed diamonds to rape
& a body of sawn sea-shaking
doubles down the gardens of drapes.
.
when windscreens of flowers shape
stella moons form stoned trees, then
bloodied baby bombs
drop fouled guns on Slough
& a bench of grass
sucks city clay.

as we smoke for Eden then trades
darken Eve with female Adam?.

pinpoint in ghost fruit we season
all lost words with garden-semen.

*
passing by, we knew when too young
that evenings would not feed us
o a sun of lies has told bad tales O,
giddy riflers rape a lashwide veil
&, passing by, we knew when gunned
that a love like ours could only rust
..
a lazy mental mother cuts greyness
o, a sea-harness slaps city sadness
& a bed of asexual bones
heeds holidays of stunned sex-stone,

we ride aside death.., O, a drone
caresses nylon sloanes
&, passing by, we knew when young
that dead god would haunt us.
..
the ghost of death shines near.. Guns
shoot between our brains
& drivers of screams crash trains
& golden ground screens hash hummed
disembodied wife-walkers.

*
smokers in puffed pops carry a cigarello under pure sluts
oh, a radioed mental puck
caresses cavatinas when an easy skin with a soft butt
uses a bed of fear for dreamt muck
and spokers of puffing hens cluck for the midight hour
la la, a roaster of ruined rammed bow
cusses after dames where a shuttler of easy crows
slidesa babby bairn aside coded caves where old flour
stirs fats aside the flour,
and a tinder of a sweet sin caresses spind suck
and a bedder of crows scavenges after bald butts

smokers in puffed cups carry a cigarello under soft cuts
ah, as ravens groove, then a damager of fancy grey gut
hisses for green genoas and the lasher of a pulled nut;
and smutty men who seize vanners from stoppers
will certainly crisscross a corkscrew mind with stuffed
lady-urchins

soakers, under bone-wine, executes the foreign mind
oo pokers under nun-wine executes the sovereign
and chested heartless owls glow as the heart flows
and, oo, a mazy madam of snows
come creeping beneath a blorter of sapphic eye-toads
and noah's dead yet rekindling gods
are flower-fed to fascinating funny blood
and, laced from tyres, as tall tears flow, then lobes
must kiss hot pyres with widowers of hot rogues

*
'Adders under transits hiss for traffic-lights
la la, fumblers of slashed lips
pucker to reveal blue-tits,
and the caffeine under ships suffers light
and a daddy damsel sunders
icy wolves
and, la la, a cryptic radio sings
and, ah ah, deniers of wedding-rings
raises romans from mammy star-slings;
and a vault of wool
pollenises milks with schools
and we see america cumming thru our stools
and we summon carded grabblers
and we season sharded gabblers with
grey slease whence an atomic rain-pig
grunts aside a public lavatory door. O!
alarums sunder soffits when whores close
a sizzler of a profit with loss
and a dribbly rose layers de cross with clothes
and miraculous pirates
serry a choker cherry with infantile pilots
and sins will stop god's parrot;
and mentalising rot rocks easy cunt-carrot
and pissers pee along gold rain.

*
the dicky dromes of a sticky heart-bun get bruising modernity
lo, easy stoned God gets fragmentised,
and, loaded, boners aside slits get uterine where sex dies
o, a liquid prisoner, belied, hits headmost snares with wives

the dicky drones of an eeky heart-lunch get using families
to sunder me as madams defile me
o, a ladener of glass has to whip arse when sovereign ballets
get fragmented; and pitted potvaliance gets fed to rabbits

and bruised cafes under snoods must render sex dead as eyes

*
the dicky dromes of an easy salt-bun get moving maternity
lo, easy blown dogs get segmentised
and, floated, where men flit, i saw my skies inside gravity
star-raised from robotics; and icy cries come close to families

the dicky drones of an easy currant gun gets shot by herbs
lo, dizziers of daddies get eased under lungs use birds for
mooted witnessing cartelisers of wintry summers; and wards
get dashed to liverish pieces

and tuned cafeterias appear jumped; and tea-teasers will
shove vulva under pepperers as junkers drink from rills

uhhhh.

*
07/05/2022.

© 9 hours ago, James David Bellamy rhyme • adult

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work-in-progress title: These are our mallard days that glisten as they pray
1st draft pome then poem-song

 

These are our mallard days that glisten as they pray; O, these are the kisses we use for skin while lippy purses
appear sheltering upstairs
La, as pelters cry and cry, a mover of hairs sunders praise with bluesers; and, once snared, a city under horses
must become dumb as guns
La, these are our mallard days that listen as they play; O, and there are denuders here who scatter horse-seed-sauces

These are our mallard days when a fister of a fly-slip softens for tears; O, a blower of frames will flow for hearses
La, as petroleums appear burnt by hens, a derider of lit gets glutted
and, sss, when bad boys turn for men, a defiler of grey shit comes scattering green wives
and, sss, these are our mallard days that loosen all losers with granary guides
La, as we turn a glassed face to graves then we will arise from sticks

Uhhhh

*
o whence dangerous iced men feud after sails a markerson of a fled child comes groping after vales
o whence treacherous chickens feud for wrens, a bastardiser whose mad smile thrums will use grey nails to
eternally entreat endlessness with naked blue hens
o when dangerous mice-men feud after pails, a markerson of a bread-child comes soaping after de blues
and, sss, once across a star-flash, fathers to grails will sunderise a sweet carer of roping finger; and, ooo,
whence coded creators become crashed, green genoa wails
and, sss, i espied a dilatory moon-spot come digging a small death aside renters of lyons; and, ooo, vales
will get dicked with de moors where endlessness summons de dales from brides
and, sss, eyes will idolose a sweet whore as the green zions of a waterbead serve bellers to cake-knives
..O, once when eyers made blind pigs see, a dreamer of iron fused a lorry-lead with a shender of grey brides
and, sss, as a sea-harnesser gets thundering in martian kissings, a planer of breads will shuffle for candy-lies

uh

*
These are our mallard days that hiss for bird-bakeries; O, these are our gizzard days; and, sss, i overheard a sparrow
and, uh, i twitched for graves while pigeon pillories came showering cars with lizard sands
O, as wiveners of dullard claves get bastardised, a shamer of oats must seem seared by bed-brands whose arrows
interfuse a driveller of ballard claves with a rebuker of heaven-trailers
O, these are the devil-wards we raid; and, sss, as pestlers of guy-traders come sundering labia, a dicker of grey shadow
comes hissifying for canny rainbowed catty kissifiers whose laden lovers use a kitten ghost for de Father
and, sss, i have seen a bouncy screen come showering gods with feline shine
and, sss, me and my golden kid will shout out aloud for de Lion Saviour

And these are our mallard days that hiss for curved nunneries; O, these are our wizard days; and, Lo, we will enpillow
all keenness of bodies with some sweetening catkin suit
and, sss, whence a blinder of ribs uses some deafening sweets for de laddies, a muted island must use hills for de gallows,
Ahh, weepers whose ratted rare eyes cause cool pigs to flirt hereby shed sprayer-tears when devisers in mills use de meadows
to extemporise a nakedness of laves with a softening female skirt
Ahh, readers of dumb foolishness craves some quids as dirtiers of hurt collapse

eternally.

*
oo, when once the green zion of the waterbead snaps a collar gun from pap, a murderer of craps uses daddy traps to
easily varnish purdahs with sunny solar reeds and infectors of cellar-mums trash fingerers with babbies whose cot-clues
appear fragmentising; and, sss, when once dicks get dettol, a mumma of a fever seems dissemblered from daddy-glues
oo, when once the mean lyon of de watered seas sweat for feline mum, a deviser of thumbs will enter drakes under stews
and, sss, as raiders sail on high, a defamer of bees must wreck de demon drivers
oo, whence a pocketful of christs uses mad mien for mucks; a delver of semen-strivers must extend arms from pilers

oo, when once the green zion of the waterbead snaps a dollar drum, a plasher of American stools must affix beds to killers
and, sss, we will ooze some summers under springing autumn-winters whilst a pusher of demanders must rape some pillars
and, uh, when killers soothe rum, an easy enhaloed drinker becomes laden with tissuers of sweet commanders
and, sss, i espied once below my mind, a father to pinkers come shivering
and, sss, once below a wynd, my mind, smothered, got glassy; and, sss, we must trust in deceiving when de less believed
become, kissed, as easy to wean as a bled boy and his murdered dreams

Uh Uh we will surely use huffs of demure cum to shorten blades with rivers; O, as a facelessness storms sin, sweet screams
will hereby become decorously moved; and, sss, as old aladdin in his lamp-liver gets salt-rubbed, deniers of skinny creams
must, once gummed, internoose a shadow-hand with some greyer of picks that loosens colts into drugs; and, sss, iced screens
become fragmentised;
and, oo, a damaging diamond-spy comes whispering for metallers whilst a pusher of bosoms rubs lips with long lady's mirrors
Uh Uh, we will surely use huffs cum to spurt up for de green filer of smiles enchrists red madams with frigged body-burners

Eh? There are tidal oafs here that shake their arrows at a titan sum; O, and de Osiris-Isis of egyptian fig will sharpen curlers
with severing soddenisers of hair-meats and devilling house-dudes
Eh? There are soaked loaves here that moon-shape revilers from mouse-moves whose cakering lice-cruise hardens swirlers
directly underneath peepers whose sneeky raider-snake enissues a modeller of sleuthes with dairies and evil peddled pearlers
and, sss, de wide god-gob of easy fucked men use idolisers to star-tissue a reverie of de darkest of truths
and, uh, a wicked washy wiper dish-driver hits to lubers whence loaded codded old-child women sunder red dudes

Ohhh.. some campus with many zillions murdered gives caps to radio; and, when once goldness flowers, some furlers
will most certainly come to observe a fullly bustive lunar trap cum huddling growlers from the panted rear of stella fuhrers
Ohhh.. some cramplers with many zillion bastard kids get grazing under muffllers and the reddeners of canted fear vein-moves
a distancer of a fatal garbager from an oily gulliver of a pearly petrol-crew
and, once across a gas-grind, stunnas of moily crappy cripplers swig oaty sweet gruels from carded cuppas

La La La.. & a drabbler whose dizzy trollopes enmazes a neon eatery with rancid garotted seizure stereos will ride de rose
&, oo, the scentlessness of screwers cum hasselling for venal Zion blue cities; and, La, as mentalisms denote buns with cloves
a fevery fascinator, seen bled from silent sex; and the fallow foot of a glue-gassy remanded scar enpuces rope with grey groves
&, oo, the feathery procrastive mum whose mamma text gets chanted, just like an ocean-mantra, enfissures handlers
AHH MENN.

* and cobby curmudgeoners will cherish the soft idiot mad
and cabby red taxi ravellers will vanish
O, a madding lady-mill will varnish de idiot sad
O, a fucking laddy-hill will tarnish the sweet bad
and i may well have to mount a clotheshorse whilst bleeding; and salt-scabs
must definitely scrap blinders pleasure-hearses with red-eye and basin-crags
and, sss, mentalis has owned loud Osiris-Isis
uhhh

and the keen green zion of the heavenly bees will come crusaded for stoners and enfloamers of kissers and muck
and, oo, spleeners of havened tears will thrum; and, sss, rotators of revolving hands use some wax slut
to potionise incesters with drillers of screw-thumb; and rotating baths will wash sex from butts where stir
appears demusing; O, and paperers of blorting ear-eye-masts must affix hogs to curves;
and i have overseen some nasal hay come shuddering for renal snotted soup-birds

& we will hip to de hissifer as de kissifer stops words.

huh..

*
o where now have my masked friends gone?
o as i idolise the fed then eager eateries stun
oaky boys & treacle missions
once aside of me, i heard a distant sun
laying catty waste to dills & pigeon-cum
o where now have my marked men gone?
o as i suffer eaten eyes, this spool of guns
must shoot an opening moon?

crocus eaters in staunched star-features
ravel into visual times
ah, a breaking spun paunch sun-withers
baited bully men
& a sainted cosine craps upon lovers
o where now have my children gone
except far West?.. Oh?

a quickness of belled bodies sea-rove
vaginal slivers
. & i am a dog with some money
& eyes must clog kids with lost honey
& we will weep afar where a family
loosens my raven mind?

-..a pistil in a penis uses a soft wynd
- where once delled demons robe-sign
signals of dust in wine
then a net of musk seals a fishery
under darkening nippied seizure swine

angled aproned mashed angels dine
aside a dark room
& a cleared classroom docks dived
sued studies where rollered bines
body birth up, up,
...luh
hoodies in tragic castles sup timed
biddy baker buddhas
- this sad side of a moan cries out for
mamma but mamma has no-one to mother..

o where have my masked friends gone to?
o as i shift cunt's daisy mine, then da cock-in-blue
must see sex happen & soon?
!

*
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;

Uhhhh.

*
when i was walking down funeral street
i met a man made-up from wheat,-
the paragon of death seems neat?

o a weary moon raveller hears sleep
walking down roads in funeral street.

the easy boys who danced all day
are now confined to heaven's blue bay,
&, nipped, as bunch of roses raves then
a keen rider from a maelstrom ends,-

the paragon of sex must seem closed
down, where children flit & slow down?

o a weary moon raveller hears sleep
walking down roads in funeral street
..
the dangerous dinners where we hit
salt with sugars & pepper trips
peer within a bowl of paper.. O, lips
caress the face of the vast void as
& oceans fall from a sky of grit
..
blue dragons dream of dirt as flava
anoints a good brow with hot layers
& a ship at sea must sail against
both cruel waves & dippy paints?

o a weary moon raveller hears sleep
walking down roads in funeral street
..
a serious sky has a jealous moon,
darkness rides gas under poltroons
& a fine fissured street has to burn up.

eager striders of buried funeral street
cremate a sunny sea of wheat

Ohh

are we near the foreign teacups?

*
'As if from buried missions, Hypnos under ferns
Weaves sunlight within snaky Medusa
And, like a Hymenopteran prayer
The ghosts of duded scrawls shut-up
And we will maybe float away from a loony
And we shall certainly pee on the sky’s roomy
Masoned milky sex-shambles
And idioms of grease will compare us with
Ligula and a conferenced star-angel.

O all the barbered while, when we walked from thinning hair,
Then, while haversacking under field-fayres,
The son of joy sauntered into a fallen sea of bared
Arched angels in Oxfordshire and Lancashire
And robing radios from
Lewisham and Penzance
And the sad May Queen
O we shall behold the hymned honey of a lion’s limb
And we will see unfold
Masked mandibles against blue tears and dizzy winds
And, asked by Barbados and Brittany
A shrilled tocking green-gemmed family
Saves Janus with Athena
And eyes clasp to coke now.'

*

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-jules

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

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

*
08/05/2022.

*

work-in-progress title These are the eager worlds of our lives
First draft pome then poem-song

 

These are the eager worlds of our lives that send defectives to whores; and, when once dogs sneeze, a caverner to trees must
come sharpening christs with flour
O, as fatalists fantasize, a sex-tower gets snorted
and, sss, as eaters of a heart-tide become lake-led to floaters, then some eatery of relapsives must serumise filthy crust; and, oo,
we will idolise the livid dead as skies scream.

These are the eager worlds of our lies that send detectives to claws; and, when once cats wheeze, a rabbiter under seeds must
come harkening dice with showers
O, as mentalists express eyes, a messer of ebony-ivories will harken to swiped cellves; and, sss, we must atomise bodiers as mush
enraptures soapy soakers underneath blue dreams
O, a poker of plashy motors must reaps dudes from screens

Uh

*
These are our evil bell-men whose rancid heart-spined flacid ooze will hereby soften sparks with cat-meadows; O, as eyes shift
then, where once beds flower, noosers of cocklers ease rhinos under heels
and, what with woman's power appearing flavoured, a bagger of scenters will fuse a garden with meals; O, as minds drift, stiffs
will most certainly undertake the naked screenings of cagers
and dog men whine for ages

These are our evil cellar men whose vanquished arm-grind gets slathering for some slobberers whose hidden school uses mits to
enseason come imbecile river-moods to soften mamma with pets
and, oo, a director of ideal liver-tubes hits after raveners that thunderise desks
and, La La, wheezey migrainers will internude a speller of cats with definers of tall deaths

Huh

*
These are our sugary days that supper for petals; O, these are our surgery days that waylay doomers with facelessness
O, as menfolk unwind, a citadel of pepper must extemporise some saline divinties; O, we must loosen kids with emptiness;
and, sss, these are our memory days that lose all memorable powers
and, sss, these are our family glades that choc-feed some splitted mouth with tearers of midnight endlessness
O, as binners of impassable binoculars enbruise a rat-seed with slitted drouth, faloners

must, once dowered, lend marital apes to ladeners
and these are our fractious gunners that bird-breed bummers from feathery mumma wine: La, we will hereby use scentedness
to star-summon some candlered shrine from delvers of blue killers:
and, sss, weavers of drums clear minds as they sew baggy lips shut; and, uh, dilators of mirrors heap dogs days high;
O, heaters, scissored, glow and burn as incinerated glow-worms fuck everything up and up

O-La!

*
There are nine and twenty trees seen directly outside this asylum's window; O, i espied countless lamb-whites on the hill
and, when once my mind-cell got spleened, some weird bride got lucky with her own suicide sex-senses
O, i will arrive home and i will connive to sleep for summers
O, i will chew stone; and, sss, eyers of wide broods cum hissering for kissifer as she uses her divine fur-pins to enrill
daddying dictators with passioners

and, while wickedness digs for gardeners, lawny depleters must enpuss a city field where londoners come home to fee
directly after damagers
O, i will collide with deafeners; O, i will derive scurriers from infectors when piercers of stairs get led to dirty hit-weed
and, sss, swelterers with incesters got swiller from some eardrums; and, sss, what with some silk-lips in a u-bend, seed
may well seem to star-offer incenders to lost rivers

Uh.

*
And there are maddeners of easy sadness here, and, oo, nearby a fled sound, a bearer of blinders will use grey geese
to ensoften eddiers of sweet hair with rare fear
And, where once pig gets reasoned, prayers for tears will sodomise wastegrounds; and, sss, grinders of grooves seize
some feline prisms from a tomcat's ingenious tail-scamp

O, while defenders of mums tonsilise some rippy rappy adenoids, a butcher to damp dips a finger where lady-leas will
hereby, once cock-tried, encunt a yellower of strippy pappy summer-voids
and coastal skin moves enmurdered gobbly gods to an newly arisen face when eyers of lip drink to fears
O, leaping spy-limbs must erect encumberers with aged outellbowellers; and a green zion in a sink will

Forever and always and eternally use aged fevers for gravers and cunt; and i forever sink thumbs under lost pills
O, we must wangle for islands
O, we will enstrangle whores; and, when once drillers after failures spread spunk on hives, a naked penis-pill will
cum huffing balders with enmuscled ginger-gunk

La La. Can we see the handlers of kids fusing monks into spermatozoics; or shall we arise from rancid mind-smell?
La La. Can we read for stranglers while bod-bits use a fire for funk?
La La. Can we sneeze and can we eat cods; Lahh: as oglers expire, can we feed moss to punk?
..all keen answers are disclaimed now by easy heavenly rhetorics

but we stella-load some distancing lonely child with pleasurers and labile poppets; and delvers of dankers will
become starry as some searing family smile
O, a buddha cat mounts his fur-horse while drapers of dials erect dressers from dumb paper; and, sss, lost hills will
extend a giddy aged biddy of a cur-hearse with thunderisers;

and, sss, a crayon of a pastelline pink-lover flamingo has to force a lost oven with painted nails and bellers of dills
and, sss, a sweety of an aquiline soapy pinky radio has to peer under some subhuman sauce while dewy bed-brills
become instantly salted by a livid mural of a dinky quango where summery winter-children get dialled by breaders
and, Uh Uh, we get decrepit for animal-mods that prove all wildlife as great as actual Christ
and, Uh Uh, we must wet our bed for cannibals and the foetal sea-lice seen aboard Noah and its fictional Ark
and draggers of sex-mush summerise bawds with autumn-winters and the chilled spring seen within bible-lovers

Ehh? The repleters of reveries and sweepers get enbruising a dead canary with buggy voids and nuclear fathers
Ehh? The entreators of devilries ram weepers aside ennosing king-bobblies whose mindlessness uses ink-drovers
to sodomise sweet sisters with a blindering sea-wife whose encruising seasand diary gets ghost-written; and, La,
while me and madam naples macadam got glistering for spew then occidental puss will foreve lend ears to deaf Mars

O! O! Tutter Tutter Tut Cuckoo Cookoo
and the facials of fractious plebs come shouting out aloud about millers of drought; O, as tocsins cry, lady calves
become, as wheatfields stop, as easy to shield as sex-crowds
O! O! Tutter Tutter Tut Cuckoo Cuckoo;
and the petals of some liquid meadow of tomorrow, a sky-sidler must sodomise de South while cities aside palms
get dizzily pony-fed greyers of de glassed gallows

and we must fight for a brand new sound or else endevil hadean pepper with satan-salt and naked scissor farms
and we must ensight some unnatural wasteground with raveners of lepers and satin-vaults; and, oo, a moth-barn
must, with five and twenty senses shut, cum carrying sad shits in hands to jam mad kitchens with vernal slit-palms
O, we will engender a baler of muckers
O, we will forever render a saviour of puckers with a buzzy tail that speedily twirls around and around and, armed,
we will most certainly deify dabblers with roped fucker-ribs

Lo! Lo! Tutter tut Tutter; a peacock grove sheds some dirty bed-quills while a bander of kids uses sands for charms
Ow-yah! Hohh, - riders of ruiners wrap some edible shit in splayed reels that murderise a family of big-brands, and
Lo Lo! Tutters in grey butters must pollenise pollenators with daffy dippers and daggery maladies; and, sss, England
has to serve a cool world for a big human feast
and, sss, when delvers of good girls see greatness and togetherness entiming christers of melodies; and, La, seasand
impose a happy hapless ebony-ivory earth of love-sleep

Ohh Ohh Mucker Mother.. ssss.... we must live together; and madding mistress Naples will caress life's meats
Ohh Ohh Mucker Mamma.. uhhh...we will live together for then seasands will live forever
ahhh once along a mind in a closed street, endless thought brought some neon slime home to a house of killers
and, sss, i want to wed my easy woman whose shrilling head-hard-thought causes togetherness to sail sweet rivers

Lahhh.

*
a windscreen of flowers glisters for
gardens of pure war
&, oh, as we sail against wards then
a windscreen of sin swims
underneath gemeralds & babies.

when once a signet of pure glass
shrivels into empty masques, then
mamma will wed her dead son's
burning height.

& windscreens of flowers flicker
& a sea of grails
vale-valleys into intercity knickers
,.,
oh, we laid our feelings down
ah, we laid power
&, duped, a raided flown town

dons dark rubies...

*
the diggers of the easy dead will
outspread emptied sexy heels- O,
a dome of ghosts crashes under hills
& blind meadowers swill
cackling coal-tar
..
when once we burn, then furled cars
must weaken under rain
&, lashed, a house of veins scars
star-lighters will old cigars

the diggers of the waves climb rills
& a dell of ice
drips under holy lice-

the punisher of bread dams kills
& sex goes on the run
& deaths slides under spud guns,

o

*
a windscreen of flowers shatters under
sweated sexers
o, centaurs of killers crash for thunder
& a bed of mirrors
mentalises old car-deaths

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

eats rolled reminders of a lost text?
..
*
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,
..
Ahhhhh..

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?

*
an iillegitiimate with a glass eye sees fear
crying for an emptied bastard body tears
trickle from sanders when
oceania heals welled washy natty men
& underneath a berry, a dooming sky-seer
sharpens stoved swigs with anointing spheres.

oaty boats of sex-swarmed penis chemuicals
chop a dizzy head with bled paws
& the winked pupil of a girl-child hires claws
& we drnk some gal-wine as woved spoars
cry for maternal cunt communals

eaters of angled angels flittter where ears
glow under noisy blindness
o we have used a latrine for stimulus when
sharp indigos piss off a marbled pier
& we wash love's hand in lardy water when
wideners of salt-shells
splay a doggy craft.
.....
whilst i am engaged in inedible music, then
rodded hit-lips will snag my data's dog den
& i will grit aside grey guff
& eyes will slit aside clit-dusts

when welcomed to rude whelks, we open
salmon-shakers who fuse fish-rowed ovens
& a house of stinking birds
drags a penis-pot from the tits of nerds
- once aside a plait, bad sonnies serve
hot fay pomme fretes to inaudible curves

& alphabet cadavers say abracadaver
^& red-stied yammy cack cuts worlds

uh- I live for mamma?

*
O and we curled up inside an abandoned dreaming suicide,
Corn-yellowed, ghosted by rapes and fierce forced skies,
Just like a pewter tree, we axed taught iron when
Ebonies strike ivories from
Rivers and guns.
Curled deep down inside a snotty knotted night-dress, I
Will summon a sound of sexy water
To swing under drips and clasped eyes
..
O, when once inside a mind, a trilled tale was told
Old men supped snappers from
huts and larders.

And an ionic shirking bed of beads
Bangs clamorous catted corn dolls from fields of reeds
And, when one wretching for closed keys,
Then jeerily joking by, a night-lit killer rides from
Cited eagerly eaten spot-lipped salt guns
Where the silence of the local church gabs from
Renascence darts, then shabbiness under teas
Broil fished baits where Ponte Vecchio butters
A tawny teased tubed tongue,
And, o, as blown apart as true witches,
Male venuses vaunt after Florence and old suns.
O, underneath a Chinese sky, the sold saviour
Bustles after beer and star-layers
You and me.

*
a windscreen of flowers fastens for
fatteners of mentalis O, digitalis
sources whips with cut lips- hoards
nut for raiders
& as we sail for scores
then we shooteth up
the coders of crashed Mien- cups
carry slowing tables under shut
dammy dorms

the autumns of the killed carry hills
ah, as dizzy carers well up, then mills
must trickle down timed
buzzy woodbines
& a sizzler of signs wakes above us
& open our moon on a stange bus
.
the drilled world is made to turn
but a filled world
breaksdown...

What with funeral demons celebrating
a keen satanic wake
then gold kids feed diamonds to rape
& a body of sawn sea-shaking
doubles down the gardens of drapes.
.
when windscreens of flowers shape
stella moons form stoned trees, then
bloodied baby bombs
drop fouled guns on Slough
& a bench of grass
sucks city clay.

*
"Poetry & Science are much the same
The dichotomy is the Void between?"

*
Copyright JDB 11/05/2022.

*

work-in-progress title: And there are fifty english christmas trees
1st draft poem then poem-song

 

And there are fifty english christmas trees here that raise Rome from baths
o, there are empty irish fathers who wash hands in transfats
and, sss, as metal lovers grind, then a parish of spind skin suppers after masques,
and, lo, there are fifty english xmas lovers here whose faces fall from green iced caps

And there are seventy zillion hapless jawed horses that seem to march for paps
o, as greasy sleasy unicorns run mapless mule-voices with broods then odd laps
must, when once pinions pop, enhearse stale voces with dudes whose god-taps
become yearning; and, sss, me and some mental horses will hereby stop

*
And there are sixty english easter trees here that raise Rome from plasts where
modellers, maimed, swing waxers from seed
o, a majestic fever wrings lasers while some smilers, sleeved, dream for hair
lah, a tragedy in scarlet springs fazers from guns as drums beat meat with prayers
o, a spastic vault will raise rings from labia

And there are eighty easter-xmas fevers near that sirenise songs with flavours when
denuders of air swing from endless fingers;
and, oo, whence trendless mums send geigers to rivers, a bended kid uses old men
to extemporise cellves with tents; and, sss, we oozed as we shivered
and, sss, we stroked sweet pig with lovely cat-affairs; and, uh, murders withered?

*
These are our mallard days that force-feed folks to water; O, as we summon fire
then, made nuclear, our graves hiss; and, O, as we summon spires, gardened tyres will
hereby signify some stella-shroud from sand; and, O, as we summon wives, fires will
hereby deify some angellers with guns; and, La, a pettler of weed fuses beds in blue hills while
dragglers of magic mumma seizes tongues

These are our mallard days that sauce-seethe; O, as painters slide, an eggy canvas will smile for
some five and twenty pastry UFOs; and, sss, we will murder slides with some mad words where
feeders of eyes will prise some fainters from fists; and, O, eggs in cans cram handlers down snares
and we shall snare then tear the moon
and we shall terrify gems when idolisers swoon

Lah

*
The easy sleasy summers when springly autumns shaped sickly icing winters from gingers will
hereby become made radical as women
O, easy greasy mummas rend dirty raisins while some devil of a prising killer drags gloves from hills
O, as a daddy of a fever sends flirty garlands to smiles, weepies use lying riders to launch car-children;
and, sss, when once our ten and country see survivors of moggies tracking meddlers, a pear inside rills
will, whence fairies cross, come sundering bess with doomed darter deniers

The easy sleasy summers when springly autumns caped sickly sliding winters from red sorbets will
hereby vocalise a bumbler; O, a paster of pavements use scraped ridings for family as coded growlers spill
some occidental traps upon baggy headaches; and, sss, we will sunderise wards while hostels in towellers thrill for
some dizzy hospital hotel that derives dettols from islands
O, a taster of mobile motels must hereby send some pitted whores to shitty pisseries where kitchens cook for war

Uhh

*
The dizzy germy burglar boys whose fatalisers ennoose some pianos inside gum will interfuse hands to sex stores
O, easy empty murder-boys come rendering nebulisers from some arrows that get shaping guns;
O, dizzy gemmy burgled toys must send memories to mums where a shadow rat casts callowers across whores
and, when once heart-thieves burn, hispid tusks must abuse stairs with de gallowers of bat blastings
O, when delvers choke, some renters of acids use dust for puke, an emetic of murderers seize ridings from claws

and, sss, as rivener of coke swirls some milks into pepsi while cockleas come fending bumblers with deadeners; and swards
will, once mind-dipped, become humanised; and, sss, evening smiles must lunge directly after estrangers of little snake-spores
O, when once blonders, with headstones hacked, intermove a nuclear pleasure with evil devil-laughter
me and men and gal-folks cum hissing for some cleansing holy kissifer while denuders of eagles use angles for angel-fever;
and, sss, as modernisers of lungs befriend scum with murderings, a dissembler of mind-intruders must rent wars to genoas

and i will enter once again the green zion of the waterbead and my failed eyes will hereby send cafeterias to some soul-sleep
and i will enter once again the mean lyon of the daughter-sleeve that sails by and by for masoners of guilty cripplers
O, whence icers get dropped, an expensive sorbet slopped under floors causes some mother purser to snap her nippers
O, whence tides will encentre coded pylons with rabbit-rot will slumber for forces that fashion hearsers from stirrers; Ah!
and i shall enter once again the green zion of de waterbead as my veiling minds become stripped then left to curlers.

Uh. The diamond entertainers of cruel actor-men appear scattered across a blue stage; O, when a fable about lies gets badly told
a director of golden eye-thesps appear rendering mad lovers across a dyed script-rage
O, and there is a sad tale told that cannot be revised; and, sss, there are one hundred trees of age come fallen from bled souls
O, as faces fly, some easy thrusters use de round for dead-eye; and, sss, as facials fall from beads, some mental make-up rolls
dizzy hissifers with mothers of acted sky-thesps

and, sss, whence some father drags pacers from staged deaths, some accidental moll uses fly-towers for spinnies; and grey dolls
seem to become, once buried in a played sun, interfusing butterers with naked romances; and, oo, eyers will sit for scripted balls;
and, La, weavery fevery salted dramarturgy ennooses mental jugglers with fated deadeners; and, oo, prisers will spit for danced walls where
insidiously cat-buried carmine wheezing prosceniums become naturalised by naked faked fondlers
O, we will summon some stella ermine from lyceums while fascists with spies internoose moosers with faking stagy ballerinas

Laaaa And i will enter again the green zion of the waterbead and the rended acid mien-citadel where dazzlers climb for grey geezers
Laaaa And i shall render pain from mean lyons while tigons in brigands send dementers to fotal Israel wuth webby wafflers; O, caesars
get mentally entertained with shelterers of screens and smiles; O, denuders of gins ferment god-decanters with daffy warblers; O, pizzas
appear now, where denoted passions spill, to fragmentise diallers;
and, laaa, these are our mallard days that force-feed some thespian writher to heated summer-winter; and, sss, springy autumns will
delve for defenders of cars and bolognese

uhhhh defamers of a crisscrossing thrasher of histrionics comes pelting auditoriums with dancers of sedans; and, oo, a sea-chest's frill
entissues damagers of a stagy eggy curtain-crasher with a psyhedelic circus and some blue decembered sea of hands, and, laahh,
as eyes become fed to operas a fatalisms of drivers under fixers fashion-fascinate diamond dawgs and play-equaries of stoned stars
uhhhh defamers of a crisscrossing laser dancer loosens de Empire from a moused trap that feeds master-mistresses to boned guitars

La La La.. These streets of feeling dirty extemporises scraps with snippers and, sss, a paver of cancer enstars a bar with cigars and
La La La.. These lashed streets where venal churchyards delve kids for snafflers are hereby enlancered with bell-bards and bastards
must, when once drills wane, hit to hairs then sirenise a candler of figs with musclers; and, ooo, a chancer with cells enlanterns niggards as
moteliers swank after suck-swaggerers
and, ooo, as we suffer, then we internude de magic fathers with female tinkers whose renal streets of pee-crap sheds piss across glass.

Uh

*
sickly simple salad leaves
lay god-waste to tearless spinach parcels
& opal odals of fear lap a flown idol
& we creep after lobbies.

easy healers of mallard deeds cubby
cabinet chills with female rosy roddies
,,,
sickly tweakers of simple seed bodies
gun-burn lubes & massive porators
&, drooled, asexual dimples feed facers
& we dam a dappler with green lasers
..o a rock-n-roll asylum swings fazers
& we cup a cutted canny cunt when
grey healers swim.

wheezy women finger for witchery
=- ah a dog casts catty spells when
spun riches end

damned

*
o when a rock-n-roll cornonet drizzles
adown a sex-blind soul
then a cat of deaths winds for missiles
.
the wakers of dun death sea-strangle
radios of dark & light
& radio darkness dazzles old angels
oh

when once a roc-n-roll car meddles
under eaten holy horse-hovels then
a bed of budders metals for children
,
the wailers of winter chill god's rose
ah, a cage of comers cracks a closed
town of lyons
& we bombed a boy where a rogue
drank from a siren
..
osiris & isis jeer for the holy dead
& a bunch of claycold pussy plebs
peg a perm inside a grave..

*
the yarny darny dolls of salad sleuths
lay down a soul in a green shoots
oh, a lady's mazy skull hammers roots
ah, a bomby crazy doll
hangs metal from spiney blue bulbs.

*
motile heads in headpieced harlot heaven will rent a sacred tit to a porn-stall
O, easy beds in head-fleeced violet heaven will rent a crooked lip to a sex-wall,
O, motile cock-motels will hereby suck up ill scent;
and, once crashed, a diddy in a dirt-fly must render sense from cedar woods
and, once flashed, a filly in a skirt-fly must render stenchers from buddy bloods
O, easy beds in headpieced harlot seasons will rent a sacred tit to a rat-stall
O. mobile pegs in headpieced scarlet havens will summon hurt from bat-walls

La, inchers of gum-grit uses pentaglers for hills where a fount within gal-knolls
get oozy when sun-slits use pentaclers for diallers of doubt and grass-molds
O, dizzy doom-deniers must handle stocking phlegm when sidlers in old souls
must sermonise room-defyers when a darter of a hen clicks as a clucking drawl
serves deep-fried cat to evil animal-beraters

motile heads in headpieced harlot heaven will rent a sacred tit to a cunt-crawl
O, easy bedders of marvellous hipper gardens kipperise the dead with drawlers
O, peasy bleeders of cantankerous zipper gardens come fusing hectors to farmers
O, ambulant dilators of summery grey sweet-poppers
must serenade silly sylvan silly men who lend cases to zany bod-bled charmers

uh..

*
hammed with the dusk, clays in falon
rip the horders from the atom;
life in herding sits apart
as solder soldiers rape the heart;
doomination pickets over
driving hammers into sofa,
cars align with light meat slicks
as the neon grave breeds sick.
setting fire to denless porters,
this sporting life reports to none;
urine rakes the heartless bylands,
coproed grows the golden one.
To the douchers of the west
I repeat my second best,
my tongue against the window-pane
as tense as warders in the rain;
each vamping sense is heated dead
and life beyond itself can't feel,
the sun, the star, this sporting life
as gauzed in grief as catherine's wheel;
and when the lime of day arrives
to squander sense five storeys down,
the muscle in this kiss-kilned world
must come to none, must surely drown.

*
O, here, with the remains of the day, night-long prayer comes routing christ's cock; and, la, whence angelled mocks cause folly-flames
to famish a summered wintry-springtide, a faker of airelings thrums after mud-cock; and, la, whence angellers use frocks for dolly-games
some eatery under rivers must suck along a flava
O, here, with the remains of a grave, day-long prayer comes crouching while potty mamma marie fussels for dukes then fawns to dames
and, once across sweet pain, a Leda under song-swans ensiren punched smiles that sink a madam Zeus aside hordes and laked veins; Ah,
once, when remainders rained down, a mystical dramatiser of blonde pylons cums huffing gal-stink inside wives whose claws cause killings
Eh? These are the salat days that choc-feed us to a blue burstive smile whence grinners who swing for wivers enshorten licks with ceilings
Eh? These are the ballot days that rock-reap dust from a cavvy lunatic whose deniers forge a beer-god from shrillers and singsong dealings
and i shall bid goodbye to love's candle-world
...

END

*
"The westend Man, with one lung gone,
Cannnot mount a clotheshorse without bleeding?"

*
Copyright 12/05/2022.

*

work-in-progress: These Are the Marbled Bread-Bones I Give
first draft pome then poem-song

 

These are the marbled bread-bones i give to cavvy caves; O, these are our garbled sex-messages that
come peering into cake-stone
and, sss, once across the West, a tonguer of herpes-graves gets waspy with venal murder-villages;
and, sss, once in pants and vest, riders of Ares-Hermes get walloped as if a whipping pony; O, rats crap
and, sss, the sweet salt veins of sodden deaths get star-seared

These are the marbled bed-bones i give to lazy knaves; O, these are our murderers whose instant snap
gets loosening bunners to bled sloanes
and, sss, once aside the sexed, a tonguer of dippy lays gets waspish; and, sss, we shall use some paps to
sirenise an easy mind-guide whose tiresome screening gets burned to utmost death
La, a creator of greasy wives leads nakedness to creamings

Uh

*
These are our candled days; O, these are our stella moods; and, sss, whence radios rot, a stereo howlaround
comes, once caved, as easy to hear as an imbecile father-sound
O, a matrial madam mumma will hereby soften,
and, sss, a metalled old geiger fuses soda sofas under radiation while rotaters sink aside a revolving ocean
O, these are somehow our braids we give to lovers,
and, once along a rain-crowd in a signal world, fevers to feathers must sodomise inks then die

These are our candled days; O, these are our velvet broods; and, sss, whence radios stop, a digital seatown
will, with greyers upraised, fuse some carps with svelt foods
sss, as venal drivers seem to writhe, ideals in cars fashion blood from screws; and, uh, we must seize clowns
O, these are our personal sex-chandaliers
and, oo, these scissormen come ensanding deadened parrot-tears with wrecked river fears

Uh

*
These summery buttering blow-flies that lead dramas to vinegar waters will weep for a red sun
O, easy geesy bum-butterings feed crow-cries to bled ginger,
sss, we will come enspiring some inspiral crypts with triptychs while letters sent to Jupiter
must, with washed eyes raging, heat-up a venal mick with fatalists
O, easy geesy star-scuttering filth-flies will reveal a snake-tribe when daddies dream of St Peter;

and, sss, i will enter now the green Zion of the waterbead
and, sss, i will rent crows to green-grey genius pylons whilst a delver of weed drops keen pictures
O, these numbering thundering closed eyes that lead lyons to holy cat-heaven cum cutting mixtures
with tawny buzzy feline claw-hands
will hereby fart along flex and lead de yellowing to gem-genoas and city seed-scans

Laaahhh

*
And i will enter again into the green Zion of de waterbead; and, lo, whence green genoa's Bethlehem chants
then, with sweet weals screwed, daemonics must ensiren lads with stoves
La, when once sleep reels, a mumma drummer who unravels under times gets engutted; and, sss, grey cunts
come easily demanding meals from heaped heats,

and, sss, when once a girl of myrrh engibbons fast monkeys with silencing body-beats, a blower of nylons
instantly, while mucked, introduce a nut-raid to a milk-glade
La, when once a vinegar whorl enwombs cummers deeply down, a enprismed peal-prison will appeal for diamond;
and, oo, we will entear a dracular whose blood-visor huffs red-bed-mud to green Zion and heaven's wallet-hymens

Uhhh

*

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.

*

And i will enter again into the green sermons of unholy need when catty hissifers stink of moused heaven;
O, eyers will rent pain to de bruised
O, riders will send rain to de sleuthed; and, sss, as a gibbing ballerina gets hooped, enhorsing blind heaven
appears jammed;
O, eyers will send pain to red-stools while amassing rich America shits beneath some Mayflower stairs;

and, sss, as pippers of bed-spools smile
thence easy goosy beery heart-fools will dial 'M' for bloody 'Murder';
La, La, a metal moon-foot must sink bled decks into musk; La, La,
we must interseal the original moon with motel-mouthers; and, what with de West found in our stools,
doomy devisers of greyed spoons

will sit down here and now, eternally and always and forevermore.

*
And i will enter again aside the mean Zion of the watered bee whose honeyers will enhornet danglers
And, lo, mice will use rat-rain to swank after sun-showers
O, once across a crisscrossing, a meddler of fever-flowers entreed grey shouters with bairnets; O, murders
must hereby become a mad boy's female creamer

O, once across a crisscrossing, a peddler of butter-blowers enters grapes aside fig that leads sex to mirrors
And, O, wideners of crazed candler dames wilt for flowers
and, O, weepers whose daddy-mangler enstains pelts with flowers will
hereby abuse reapers with mammy-dragglers;

Uhh. Easterly conniving with benito and hitlers, an expender of evil murder-rogues will chant for killers
Uhh. Xmas under blue ceilings will come shouting for some blended devil-curver-rogue
La, a pelter of dramas in gyrings will come routing wards with scissor-mums whose latent blood-lover
appears erectile with moron SS and picklers of cracking spy-kids

Uh. And sense will enpionon a common mind-roofrack with a dummy crack that leads genoa-draggers
directly aside a punchy poncho girl-daenon
and, when once grids glower, an enwasped sky of lyon-thunder gets devilling high; O, wintry fevers
appear summer-scraped by autumnal veiny snow-sunners

and, sss, we must escape buildings or else affix crow-figures to periodical tampon-cycles, and we will
enseason some doctor of evil rape with salt-vinegar and a paper-crown
Uh. And sense will enserum devil gals to corn-anointers; and, sss, pepper-gowns cum hissing for towns
and, sss, once across a welt-mind, buyers of storms erect pornosapphic modellers; and
madaming moon-Navels enpython some blurry bluesy milk-beat with dilators and sunderers.

Ehh? And we inside the mummy cloths are wound and we fire bolts at spread-eaglers whose lungers
enissue some mazy cobbler reject with an international face-squire whose squirtive wife moved papers
across a blue-veined crazy robber; and, sss, we will enhero rum choirs with pertive wives whose posture
appears indignantly star-mongered by outelers of hosteliers and dumb spires;
Ehh? And we inside the mummy cloths are wound
ssss- And at precisely midnight on de cock-clock, we spider-wrap dazzlers in tarantual gossamers

Lahhhh. We are the ragged men whose hickering snuffs of our bled tongues lick sex; and, ensundered,
a dripper whose molted hagged gem comes snickering muffs with bread-mong; and, sss, we are Numbered
directly across roted robot-ruins
and, lahhh, a weebler in a stew enpuces some apricotive cocoa-bananas with renders of pissy poesy monkers;
and, lo, i have evinced blood-borned baby-cruises made as easy to de mod mind as a feather with lovers.

Uhh.

*
yes, a madam of a mad mind will send a breaker unto
a tidal sex-storm,
yes, a madam of a sad rhyme will send rattles under
screwers of rubies and fawns
and a bled falllow deer swarms hands when thunder
appears scented, just like a dead sweet child

and an eerie ripper uses foam for flights; and fathers
don aviaries when soft freed birds
appear drained, and soft freed birds flee from words
and a fool in both god's eyes
will surrender christs to sweet-sky
and a patient to Andromeda will wed Hector to
designers of puke-breasts

yes, a madam of a mad mind will send sailors unto
a widening of torn tracheas
and a woollen head-layrnx uses medea for pulled
belly boyfriends
and i am fascinating
and i am oozing pealings
yes, a madam of a mod mind will rent blabber to
curators of surged pure damage

and an eerie ripper uses foam for flights; and whores
may well catch a rat aside a calamity
la la, we weep for de cap
la la, we sleep with de cat
la la, we heap brain-resins from diggers and bawd

*
cat-minded, holy horse-dogs must deface the four-ways
yeah, bat-grinded, easy hogs must deface evil doorways
yeah, fat-grinded, easy clogs must fracture heels and toes
uh, bridlers, blinded, heaven-strike ingenious darkness
wow, rat-rinded, minded raven-mikes swim after sadness.

*
the glassy gorgon of a female Love has to
toss a broken body in a slot
ahh, a classy store-room hides hipped rot
and me and my keen dauphins
sea-hang beards with evil dorphins
and my sky of life
leaps up, up
and my mind heals dead christ's
crossed bunched body
..
O there is a star-light here which stops
blue drains and vined pots
and a dicktator on a misspelt rise crops
blonde beds and dilators
..
the glassy gorgons of a female God move
crooked hair where the moon of loss
carries curryers of veins
deeply beneath the dreams of grey moss
ah ah ahh
..
endlessness weds emptiness and costs
pay for fanny

*

o animals in the dark of night
walk a dog into the bright sides of sight
o animals in the dead of light
walk a cat into the spiked skies of hype
and a mouse in a cave
cries out for Mother
and a mouth in a crag has to feed lice
and a fag in a bone
smashes mittens

once where cruel air softened, christ
spoke from a high chair
once when cruel prayer softened, Life
awoke in a wheel-chair
and a star of loss
lops a car where de Pentecost
pays for a petrol knife
..
O animals in the dark of night
walk a dog into the right sides of wiped
body screens
and a sea of creams smothers midnight.

*

un-made, i moved a lost knife to grease
sun-slaved, i saw a candler ignite trees
but, la, as i struck for night, then cold beads
hipped along stingers of bell-pslams and weeds
and i have accused a bellyful of weeds
of car-amazing bone with stoney english dweebs,
and an engine in de sky
moans like stung bees; and hively whoredom
damages blorted death with diamante eyes
.
the deepening flesh of tomorrow's snow
glistens under naves
and navellers of fathers jacks eyed clothes
and, la la, wideners of stirred graves hose
a dilly TV where harvested lays use brogues
to sink a silly sizzler inside fanny flame.

easers of easellers sunder thunder
Agh, depleters of cedars strike for fathers
and, Uh, mod gods will jack all love's fathers
and, O, lord Blood will punish pigeon waters
and, ahh, a crazy coda cry wept till daughters

came back homeward to see soft sirens laid
to bosom-rest; and nested pigs cum for trades
and, once gone, i will cry, cry, cry.

*
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...

*
"The Westend man, with one lung gone,
Cannot mount a clotheshorse without bleeding?"

*
Copyright 14/05/2022.

*

work-in-progress title: when buzzing directors of mastiff men forge gold film
first draft pome then poem-song

 

when buzzing directors of mastiff men forge gold film, a cocoa-cup found on a cliff
hereby becomes invested with children;
and, la, the huntress in the moon serenades kitchen while benders of sluts use prayer-lifts
to silently entertain bully boys with old women

O, when bummers, sucked up, come shouting after grey-paps, a funeral under drips
hastens to buddy boners
and, sss, once along a stoner, a gaddy gabby moaner must encase fun for alls with tits
and, sss, as modellers of loaners fuse mammy to garblers

then blonded body-breakers will sirenise pips till aged wanderers weep for blue clits

Uh

*
when buzzy baby-renders use a bad biddy for a heart, summery winters pleasures will
hereby soften lady-spenders
La, when cloths burn, riders of Decembers must sodomise buttery spiders; O, cold hills
appear now, when once cellves sunder, as burned to deadly suns that breakdown

La, eyers of garlanders devise silks from sylvn drums
and, sss, a builder of bled lives use keen life-lies
and, sss, a rider of red cries use mean christ-slides where a puler pukes under Downs;
and, Hah, if we could trust in de bruised then keen angels may wing after rude crumbs

and, oo, the phantastic dead demolish poos with screams while deniers enthunder spies
directly aside curators of breads; and, sss, we must scheme for dials;
and, once across a timed bed, baiters of lollies come shrinking adown sea-smiles

Luh

*
These are our punching days that enter moon-weed into modellers of porn-piles
O, these are sweetening graves that lead claves to sun-seed; and, sss, swelled bile
becomes enwounded with slaves
O, these worlds are deceiving salt-trade; and, sss, when once sandlers use knaves

to inoculise a petter of darjeelings with slayed fists
O, these night-long wrist-deep damagers of paved twists must kiss a lost bubbly
budgy girl-pig; and, sss, weevillers of ravagers will shear some tears from loud cavvies
La, La: once across ole England, an alarmer under spills cums shafting lost mums

Uh, we will fight the towny city-shirt men that widen pugs into skirt; and, oo, rabies
appears ignited by some tawny nude gal whose blue veined scud uses fluke for money;
Uh, we will enpipe a dirtier of nippy molls with closures
and, sss, once we have made our way to bowls, we will outelbowel noosers

Ahh

*
we will come back homeward where dullards use fascinating night parties
O, we shall run slacks across hair
O, we shall boil some flowers; and, sss, where hair fixes sprites, daffies
will hereby appear spun from owls; and, Oh, when once owlers died, herpes
will somehow adhere to ears

and, sss, we will come back homeward where mallards use detonating family
to enparty ensneezers with some teas-chests and queeze-chests;
and, when once oils use petrols for deeds, a beader of seas-chests must empty
dualities of mad boys with enpackaging needlers
Ah, easy dollar toys spread stereos on cool tarmac; and weedlers kill memory

and, winking for skirties, a scissorer of a grey eatery cuts crepes after dark
and, spitting for dirties, a schismer of a faded melody uses radios for masques;
and, oo, where violent hissies cum some pissy dromedary juices, mad casks will
here and now and eternally forever, affix Poesy to mammary-nooses
and, sss, wankery hand shandy shit-weathers withers as bedsides kill hills

Uhh

*
fishermen of mermen seize an epilepsy from a fast world
o kissermen, lobbed, heave after complex dinner girls
and, once relieved, the lessons of the death deceived
slide a thespian across a spider
oh, a darling boss darts under writhers
oh, a fearing crashed cloth
delves daddy drinks for mad moths
and a bath at sea shends a bled cross with weavers of
painted plumed gulls

o as weepers widen, then salt criers will have to lob a
glassy bearded sky to spent cobs
and a fisher under teas
gets ravelling under fleas
o as weepers widen, then salt drivers will have to lob a
minister of a mind-crate aside beers, tears and soft gods

fishermen, slabbed, cast sugar nets aside a grey seed
o tissue-men, dragged, cast sugar rods where cones heave
coded sea-holidays to vacancies and demure mind-weed
and, once crabbed, motels under sands
slash budded canes with naked islands...

ahh as beads get danced in euphesian wind then bands
will most certainly swing for sweet jazz
ahh as beads get lanced in egyptian wind then gas
will most certainly swing for signal jazz
o a patent parented mind-ring

dollops trumpet christs across risers of holy steeds.

*
these are my mallard days when i willl lay my body down
these are my darker days
and, whipped, i see a sea of quilts made soft as sound
and, stripped, i see a sea of milks
come sindling after a hive of silks
o these are my mallard days
o here comes my midnight days when i will surround me
in slaughtering pompidores and conic combs
la la, a pylon under sweat-cloths caresses a naked dome
aside wicked looped shent lives
and, as eyes walk, then red passions may well use drones
to surrender bees to waspish gorging hairnetted sloanes
and these bled streets, seeming dirty,
will sodomise sleepers
with canyon trainyards: Oh, a drabbler of ear-creepers
slide a crayon creed across crisscrossing lady leapers.

*
as we run to slide, a butcher-baker of a fled town cums hooting after pills while,
when wailing by, interfuse idlers with a red gown
O, summery ogres wave prisers from pig while wees under crowns sting bodies
O, as we murder flavas, waiverers, scummed, dial trees
and, sss, we must ennumber a sliverer with dummies

and, sss, we must enmurder a revolver with daddies; La! once along grey family
weepers, screwed, cum huffing destesters; and, oo, we must use suns for memory
O, summery oglers wave chippers from kid while pee enmissions men with maladies
O, as we mind a burned slave, slayers of grids smile and seize drums from
easily coded cobra-kids whose poo-poo powers writhe

Uhhh.

*
time enough to rot: time enough to make death cry
time enough to spot
macadam reason laid to loss; and, o, as a mad sky
cums spiralling into our moon
then a daddy stool will swoon for
gentlemen's chairs and the girls next door
and a bandy noosers hangs the Thames
and a rummy gooser slams a penis when
a cackler of a star-cunt crashes under blithe wasps

time enough to rot: time enough to cause mad skies
time enough to spot a pricked crust where warders
widen, just like real women widen
o, a cavvy sea of creamy cried stems
blossom into cabbage whites
o, a family of trees sucks nighttime where grey pins
cum scurrying into easy mites
and a micky microphone uses dirt for mummy gin

time enough to rot: time enough to make deaths cry
long time enough to find
a bleeder of a bath in an empty hall where girls die
O, a bended failure
sharpens cats with god-fever
O, a spended labia
sharpens tits with gold-vulva
and, coupled, friggers fornicate for dizzy bull where
a mazy boy leaps from de laden city snare

time enough to rot: time enough to stop all air
time enought to rape
and time enough to make children straight: La La
eyers of cranberries mash herbs into parsley: Ah!
as we slide from county sleep
then we ration brain-boats with cocoa-meats
and, shaved, commotion slides bones under carved
babby oceans
..
*
as we run to slide, a butcher-baker of a fled town cums hooting after pills while,
when wailing by, interfuse idlers with a red gown
O, summery ogres wave prisers from pig while wees under crowns sting bodies
O, as we murder flavas, waiverers, scummed, dial trees
and, sss, we must ennumber a sliverer with dummies

and, sss, we must enmurder a revolver with daddies; La! once along grey family
weepers, screwed, cum huffing destesters; and, oo, we must use suns for memory
O, summery oglers wave chippers from kid while pee enmissions men with maladies
O, as we mind a burned slave, slayers of grids smile and seize drums from
easily coded cobra-kids whose poo-poo powers writhe

Uh, wheatenings of renal punishings become sky-slid with searing sides while moms
appear enpowdered with fatal cuddlings; and, Ah, when readers of earrings shoot sums
then, with wool-vests made terminal, islands under cars send deceivers to mutes
and, sss, i espied me and my cold vinyl cum huffering stars across mindless scoops;
Ah, and there is every such sullen myslexic thing as Scoopy De Dog

and modelisers of mobile suck cuts a nutted milk-raid where daffies will stop.

*
o as i seize my own blood face i learn of dullards and their indolent crying
o as i heave a bone from mute space, i serenade dolls where men are dying
and a linted head inside a shoe-lace dams a dicky damsel; O, as we are lying
we learn of studied deaths and stride in death's easy mortals. Deaths drive
into heavy lungs; and we slide from sleep as we carve a cager of nude lives.

the sun in her lost rage raves after burned silks as a digger under tides has
no spade or trowel to own; and we raid grey milks as a father under glass
drips adown into leather sounds. O, we carve a cager from naked nude-ass
and we tear a teeny wanky torch from bared jams where coded mind-masks
wash a dinnered eaty shanky with shampy and sax and a girl named Mandy

Uhh

*
as we run to cry, a baker-butcher of a wet bird hisses for pink flamingo crayons
La, we will stop eyes; and, sss, whereby daffodils drop, easy queasy city nylons
get, once popped, surrendering lippers with grey jonquils; and, uh, we will enpylon
some mad thought of a weird city
La, we will stop Ides; and, sss, whereby felicity is chopped, a cripple on the game

appears escorted to wives of fists;
and, sss, a cocoa kiss ensunders wrists with holy pain;
and, uh, a fotal mad miss unencumbers haloes from grain when a cunter of rain
cums hootering a clay wisher whose whiskery moms stain self-chicken
and, once along a sea-trade, ebonies happily command devil ivories; and, sss, flame

gets enshooted directly across meddlers of some madding time where a snuff-train
appeared silently jacking a grey ooze-puss with some crabbing times where a scuff-brain
while wintry and boozed, happens upon tail-tips
and, O, as we interfuse destroyers with guns, a sorbet of an iced gob will shout for clit;
and, O, as we intermood deniers with fathery fardlings, measurers of God will

enter into the cool ole original moon that sharpens darjeelings then murders green hills.
And, as we study souls, a pentacle of a rat-cat will enceiling genoa with codas while
moisteners, scat-schooled, move some fading bat-cat to adorable tears where weals smile
directly aside keen sides where a pornosapphic naked hat gets jacked by fear
And, as we study moles, a tentacler of testicles use a damed jet for massive mad style

and as we tumble, a stella-movie must crane crazily across starry lights and dead wiles
and as we fumble, a key-hole smoothy must crane mazily across teary sandlers; and dials
must get sweetly entertained by dolly dusts and painless murder-pus
La, La: an octogan of a hypnogogic head-tail-heart must enpurdah some daddy mush..

and the leaveners of last week's wicked girls will come to shrill while mummas hush
an entirely mad city with barn-tickers and pearls;
and the whirring deities of Kid uses pittas for curls while wide dervish curs curse crushed
doggy female head-heart folks whose rivers drama-spiral under guys whose hearse-lusts
come hooterising greyers of gabby walrus buddy mana,
and, sss, leaders of glass strum petrol-guitars; and eager house-crickets murder rapiers

and the whole wild mind-world scutters for rivers and stunna rabbits kill sweet fires

Uhh.
*
the graveward kiss, the graveward kiss,
i am in touch with the graveward kiss;
i know the ways of summer spoons,
i sense the idol in ten rooms;

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

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

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

meet me forever in the ideal gun...

*
"The Westend man, with one lung gone,
Cannot mount a clotheshorse without bleeding?"

*
Copyright JDB 15/05/2022.

*

 

© PAID COPYRIGHT 6 hours ago.

 

work-in-progress title: Idlers who sink a thumbed suit under improbable sea-rot
first draft poem then poem-song

 

Idlers who sink a thumbed suit under improbable sea-rot must rout the wives of de clock
O, riders who stink must hiss for mumma
and, once when timed lust pissed, an ivory in manyana will entithe bones with god-grot;
O, riders who slink must use jets for mammas while fotuses with eyed stoners will slot

a venal mum-director into pear-pets
and, sss, we will enseason tears with lit
and, sss, we shall entreason fears with clits while a bodier of penises will sunder red cock
O, riders who blinked were hurled directly from a dial

La

*
Idlers who enserum bed-bouncing head-men must rock for rotors as illers seen in crocks
will, when once peahens swoon, use some bed-men for cockerel
O, as faces catch fire, a sprung grey kingfisher must sodomise bird-angels
and, sss, when once sea-men enscoop a lavvy from musks, then parrots under seagulls

get easily head-heart-mind treated
O, as faces eat spires, a sprung greyer in fissures must enbodice blonders with mulls
and, once among lost times, weavers that spin encrust a regifier with evil drilled pharoahs
La, i overhear, here and eternally now, the laddies who spit on children?

Uh

*
Idlers whose enfaced dippy drinky bird comes here and now to a strange face where throats meet
La, conivers whose enlaced suedy bird huffs tears, then a breaker of derangers snare boated meats
O, as a novel private christ enflowers, then divinities end a shaper of angellers to hirsute vein-keeps
and, sss, when first the missions flowed, then denuders of friends got murdered

O, we will get giddily sky-varnished with some slitted bed that causes head-souls to sup sleep from
some eerily city-belated wife; and, oo, as we see through the vocal mind, a speaker under split suns
comes, here and forever and just now, deeply down rooms where enscissored reapers reap heat from
some mind-body-ether

and the twixed leathery bounced bone-foreheads maternally shout out aloud for sindlers and lost guns

*
Idealers whose enteric woman-flowers cause stomachers to rout babby drought, O, when baddies stun
eyed dealers with strange saviours, a pusher of claws cums enleafing lady founts with murdered daddies
O, we will hereby soften while cruel wet girl-sailors must abuse eggs for brownies
O, we will hereby ensod grey files with pushers

and, sss, the deadliness of fast styles will cause poor kids to cry for lost clothes; and, Uh, we will study
all about, whence beddies roar, the signal signs to sex and grey worlds we've lived before
Lo, an skin-bleeder that scores doorways in hell-heaven must enrich some bee-lives with red whores;
O, as we collide with rats, a cavvy carless concertina road-damages daffies with greyers

La!!

*
These are our belly days that force-feed heads with stomach-glass; O, where a dangler with no walls
become fed to a thigh-long frig, a toadish mind-spread wilts then gets blorted
La, these are our deli-days that horse-feed bread to fig will affix us all to rotatives;
La, we will sink some daisy-thumbs into a deepener of wigs with a shouter of shorted vined stalls; and,

when once a gooser of a jerry fisher enslumbers reapers with doctors with naked steth-courted islands;
O, i will enstar us with bedded kissers
O, i will encar musks with leaded picturers of dammy dolters and the incredible vaulter of horse-jams
and, whence lost money burns, a copious sky-loader must sharpen rams then die, die, die

Uhhh..and i will enivory the genius dead whose racist lover gets happily snapt in two; and, sss, spies
will come, here and eternally now, shafting a diseaser whose Nazi mum must uterise a nuclear heart-hides
O, weepies will suck on silk eyries
O, Hermes will cut drums from aviaries while some headmost holy apiary gets enkissed by lippy lives.

and, sss, weedlers under grande mal scissorers get tar-gutted with pepilepsy while an atomising scribe
comes hissifering for mad fitting gals
and, sss, geniuses, scored, come huffing poet-lungs across a spoiler; and, La, me and madam lives will
hereby swank and waltz for eating gills

and, La, cell-founded, a heaper of a prison-gull issues summery clit across a specious fotal foreskin
and, La, bell-founded, a hooter of a prison-bull entissues mammy with tawny calves and fatal sun-quims
sss, we must surely fight the boiling until the utmost day
comes chanting about prayer-nights that encumber greyers of clays with masturbatives; La, we will swim
and, oo, some holy walrus-glass gets glutted.

Uhhh.

.*
A curate's egg:
the yet-to-be-dead
scuttering and stumbling
where the world grows fond:
an anvil in the head
contorting on a bed,
where sense has yet to rove
nor the distance to grow long:

that is the pudenda,
the doctor's dilemma
that fumbles and tumbles
hapless in its bonds,
never to inspire
nor never to retire,
where the world is ruffed with dicta
and burns on golden ponds.

A curate's egg:
the yet-to-be-dead
scuttering and stumbling
in the angels of the face:
a sandal brightly spread
about the windows of the red
who wrangle and entangle
with the sirens of a song:

that is the feather,
the groundsman's endeavour
that, strangled as bangled,
is the harness on the lung:
No Man is the spire
and No Man is the pyre:
world that dims its mould:
world that turns and turns as one.

A curate's egg:
the yet-to-be-dead
snivering and slythering
where fantasy must throng:
for a world that runs ahead,
the carnal world is shed
where music and its liveries
bang a scarlet gong:

and love, entiring
within a waste of dreams,
here slattenises, simpering
into a shroud of screams;
and time is a song
that rails against the bronze:
curation in the egg
is the death-knell in The Sun.

*
yeah, these yoyo hedonists who guide guys undersouls
will hereby lead hobos to water
yeah, these pogo scissor-slits who slide mindlessness
aside blonde tides will use water to
milk-baptise dogs with daughters; and naked shoes
come sun-piddling for starvers
and, once piled, digital whores will summon labia

yeah, these yoyo hedonists who grind musk will roll
deeply down yields where reel inside the East
yeah, we gather up the teas when we use de Beast
to sermonise binders with peas;
and, oo, guardeners of jigs come jacking trees
and, oo, shardeners, ribbed, come whacking yeast

yeah, these yoyo-poncho fatalists use hired robes

to cherry-slumber after diggers of fusing eye-lobes;
and, la la, connivers of conifers will drag sea-toads
for affixing frog-counts; and ponds in sea-clothes
get sundering higher than drowned lives

Uh

*
o, seagulls, agers, colostomies dream of surgeons
o, regal starvers of ancient seas
cum crying for acrid blue-beads,
and, hooded, an evil christ skewers grey breeds
and, la la, i have seen conservers of fay steeds
star-crumbling where paddocks wedge
dressless dressage under focal human heads

the evil easers of beckoners will send dogs in heat
to daffy halls where moon-crashing heart-sleep
goes swingeing across heaven's breasts; O, meat
gets tied down devil-legs
and, spied, a neon dilly bed sees feline dregs
come scattering blues all over the world

o, seagulls, agers, colostomies dream of spurgeons,
and, once upon a mine, a miner for cold
sees razor-guns shooting a jazzer
o, regals, riders, cemeteries scream for ladders
and mice shake where women shiver: Adders
saddle de magi
and a magnet in de sun glitters in closed folds

La.

*
These are our malady days where we lay down enlasered belly pushers with deifiers of doggy dames
O, when we wash lady god in air, thence we rage after silly kissers
and, sss, these are our honeyers whose jazzy sweetness appears rendered from lovers whose play-veins
appear encockered with some weird outelbowellers whose headpieces got stuffed with fingers
La, when we wash baby bloods in tares, thence we rage after snippers

La, when we swash rubies across mud, urban evil president-dancers will answer to sex-deaths;
and, sss, these are our monkers that stella-conquer some dizzy revolver seen shot under bath-mess
and, sss, while men and flour encakes dellers with
some easily entreating city-defeating raked snake that swerves from kids thence succour lost desks
La, when we wash our family days with torn holy towns, riders of suns must engun eaglers of Sex

Uhh The mirrors that tell their reflections to dewy bells will command gummy star-sons with Rex
Uhh The sippers that swell for stairs come pulling dells from neon farms while Martian uses necks
to ensodom a nuclear screen with renal mum-dealings
O, as dropped faces showered, a lovely family memory must hereby listen to smilers;
O, as lopped aces entower the utmost cellves of Man, a glassy coded bead-game gets rendered by

oglers of strappers that enmotion five hot oceans with motels and sleek swine-signed dresses; o, lies
will come, here and forever now, in a shot spacer of hostels
O, the millers of fears use a noose for spun wind where hot king-lear ghosts cracks christ's cries
O, and here i identify summery winter-valves with autumn-springers that recast cunts from god-guides
and, sss, i apparently killed a young boy while i was still at starting school?

Eh? Eh? The rapists under yield encoast some killer-fanny-buddha where, mammed, evil fools
get compending casementers with farted thumbs
and, when once cool sweaters affix pegs to rums, a phoenix of a wanky Mudder must use fools
to extemporise stool-peckers with extensive parters of bomb-plum
and, sss, once across a daffodil dealer, priggers became swollen with hearsements and mules
and, sss, we shall fight de boiling until all of the boilings appears bricked in

Ahhhhhh red infections seen at the top of a heel gets enshredded; Oh, we must use spun spools
to expand forever, with dairy thumbers, the gobby gnits that infest lovely hair with candy-stools
Ahhhhhh red defections get squeezing defectived milk-chests
and, oo, once across a glue-world, madamers in silk-breasts suck a cream-maid from white schools
La, as fazers sleep for a crisscrossed curly whirler, then a violative statue-scream nooses grey moves
directly across peerers; and, oo, sexless fig that loves to sneek-a-peek will damage all cruises

AH MEN..AH WOMAN: whence a laden fix gets shooted by a blue veil, a buzzy basement soothes
a loaded car-caresser with a naked sea of needled mermen; and, sss, a belter inside casements smoothe
a digger of a star-compressor whose heatedness must ram down the sunny powders;
O, we must enweaken some selfless father moons to force dirtiers to cram some human sewers with
doggy deifiers; and, sss, i will forever and eternally forge denyers from doom deniers

Eh? These delta day-long night-times use a floss for a mouth-cage; and, sss, a salter inside screwers
easily becomes, while celled in bone-wine, as endless to the South as much as shakers throw writhers
directly above sand-weals that appear all died and withered away;
Eh? These delta night-long day-minds will forever and eternally erect pokers from god's graves.

Uh

*
as hot hired wives sweat for candy cigarettes
then blabbed burst sex war
divines salt blood- , Lah
although we dwell inside veined God
.although we swell outside veiled sods
We will find the pearly way when
Cold snowers interfuse
Dobs and dashes
.,
Cloning sex riders will stone a bad fast boy,
O, under a kelpie, we will whip toys with
Mascara and rainbows
Sssss under a shroud sail, men and figgy kids
Suck skirts from quince,
And, laden, a severing sea squint slays slashed pigs
O.
Cloning sex drivers will stone a bad glue-crib,
And, la, as eerie earth men deride
Waxed hands and shorn screwed kids,
Then grinding gashed spades will rise
From out colostomies, agers, and cold disguise
,,
. 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
.
.. ahhh men...
de-seat is spind

*
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 Westend man, with one lung gone,
Cannot mount a clotheshorse without bleeding?"

*
Copyright JDB 18/05/2022.

*

work-in-progress title: oo, whence puss pie burns, we will turn a gassy face
1st draft pome then poem-song

 

oo, whence puss pie burns, we will turn a gassy face to the enemies
oo, i see again the mean zion of the waterbead while gusted penuries
become, once dunged, as wicked to sweet sleeves and bastard families
oo, whence pus eyes burn, we will turn a glassy eye to the emperies while
dirtiers of crusts ride perms

and, sss, whence wide sperm affixes easy sex-sunburn to meadows, smiles
will hereby become as cruel as fathers
oo, as acrid acid gets stripped of trips, a squealer under fingers will dial
a sexy dizzy telephone owned by a voice-vased moggy hand-lather;
and, where kids suck stone, sky-rivers must grow, just like people who

dig after molders of mucked moaners; and, la, la, eyers must drink dew

*
oo, whence pissy pie comes surrendering lice to veined crows, a steely empire of newts
comes carrying bobby tears to star-dissembling closed crowds
oo, whence peepy spies come crusading for purile hurt, a saviour seen inside clouds
will, once passions slam, come ramming dizzy tears underneath green dupes while

oo, when sex-missions stop,
some easy streets that feel real filthy must sodomise creation with barkers and files
and, we will hide in love's rocked minds
and, we will ride upon skin and summon lust for prayer

oo, when sex-missions drop,
some giddy greasy streets that feel real skirty must surrender forever to evil crocks
o, once along some daisy, cats who feel and feel will murde pleasure with rocks..
and i have seen a dream of crazy dudes come chopping hills then forcing hair to
even out where tar-trackers swill jays
and, sss, weepers inside crazed drills must peer inside our secret brains as de blues
tragify the livid lovers of lies

oo, when sex-missions drop, some poker of tears will forever and eternally move
ashen wives to dyed fear;
and, sss, we shall fight for spears while demure doctored hills come killing screwed
mentalisers of matted ears and poky pinky evil years

Uh

*
These weak and easy blood-graves will come fascinating mums with lost boozers
O, underneath sand, a potted pile of lays come dangling guns aside crystal oozers;
O, inside England, entissuers of wild gob curse magpies
and, sss, once upon a bed-lamp, a days long nightling furls devisers across losers
O, we are the bedded cat-tramps that live for eternal feline grace

and, when once leaded rat-clamps enstereo whores with feline claw-hugs, lovers
will surely feminise a nakedness of easy digitalis;
and, Uh, whence fondlers set alight to family, a smeller of cold arses will sunder
some idoliser of city Numbers whose issuings of jackers will use head for cummers
and, Uh, i have sentenced myselves to death

Eh?

*
O, when utmost sex gets heart-petted, an evener of evil evenings will come ensundering
all fizzy deifiers with sex-wet;
O, when utmost deaths get fart-felted, an evener of shinglers will come enmothering some
dragglers of sweet losers;

and, sss, when once sweets ooze no more, a tragedy of dippers will come ensoaping bone
underneath blind sky that shines deeply down when red stars look down
O, when utmost kecks get skirt-shended, an evening man found deaf under His old town
will, once mana-geeks strip hurt, perhaps lighten woman with dumb killers

and, sss, what with some estranging rainbows mask-smothering Pig, an empire of sound
comes dribbling from some fondanters whose venal moles must use cat-fire to move vole-sounds
directly across denuders of mums and long moved dadas
O, we shall nectarize a dewy gun man whose dog-dayed gun of a markerson will surround

everything but the devil cork-doll whose hurtlers must surrender god to jackers underground
O, when utmost wedded porch-molls ooze after musk, a painter of Love must use deniers for
a dippy venal tide-trip into pleasure-paws
and, sss, you and i will call for Apple Claws that sodomise me and laird Gob with facelessness.

And feckless men dream of dirt and, once chimed, some pearly pussy venus-grid uses deaths
to hereby become fascinated by gibbons..
And, whence we walk dogs to sleep, wivers of ribbons must surrender a harness to tusks while
eaters of rent appear dented by Guinevere whose Boudica of a dead child feeds nudes to bile.

and world-men sear vented wivers from sodden cold tears that cause wailers to suffer decks
and, sss, i espied spears come widening suns with gold gear that shouts for bluesers; and, dialled,
me and easy curl-men sear scented riders from coded careers in tat;
O, eyers may well ride for seers but delighters of drums thrums while doctors drop red crap

Uhh

*
we may not use the sleep of words. La La, when invitro sun-dreams
eat into a lardy flown bird, eyes under udders must eat from screens
and a writer about birds shaves blithe feathers with hot jammy dreams
and, oo, mental mad scientists ride upon pillars when rammy eyers are
fed to foxy phalanxes which fart after drillers; O, a dammy sea-car
slanders all physical alibis; and a boarder in knickers knocks plane Mars

once below my mind, i oversaw mad blue babies bawling under bees
once below god's grime, i oversaw sad nude rubies donning dead bees;
and a wasp off the corn malforms mad pulled nudies who use red bees
to entertain sweat-slease; and when a strawberry trilby accuses stars of
looking down too plantively across this world, then surely a bed of seed
will come to a fucking bad point in its life when drooly dog-heads heave

deeply down below. And i sensed a road come between us when trees
tried to moan way, way too often; and a toad under spleen squirts trees;
and, lo, a madam of masonries mashes plaster into tumblers when trees
pee upon a focal fotal fascinated corpse in a dead copse; Oh, old trees
chant de forest mantra with dunny lips that lead dollies to guilty dweebs.

uhh a narrow slider of a sad sea has our doctors collecting cock-reeds
uhh a shamer of a keen mad sea has our proctors collecting cunt-seed
and a bastard specimen in the East forces men to gather up the teas
and a reeler in a hen-den has to course blood-bends with rafted leads
and, la la la, we ravel into rafts as a lino-pulse drops a cat into sleeves

*
yeah, i come now to find a strange tea-box being coffee-affixed to maunderers of piggy tea-paps
yeah, i will come not to discover pain made
too easy; and, oo, as faces widen into rain, green genoa's bethlehem must use ties for strays
and, sss, whence we eat lace, suede brains may well seem too chop-heavy for spread jeyes

and, huh, as endlessly ingenious poetry pigeon gets screened by cool doves, greyers of plays
imterfuse some gaffy scar-huffer about shed splatter while yearlings found under grey graves
yeah, as sweetening leaden spar-shoppers use beds for cattlers
and eyers, with nine and country senses lead spew
directly upon a heated brigand of a rubber band chop-crowned in bouncy screws

and i have used the urgent dead to sodomise trainsmen with country voices that move hoods
from dizzy West to Eastern breads;
La, riders of bathy venerators generate pillow-plebs from streets of sleep that seem to move
some directoire of sisterhoods that suffocates bolsters with spreads
and, uhh, me and michael buffalo eat into cake-crates

yeah, i come now to find a deranger of skippers heaving a gold-god from a cat-snake that
soothes, here and forever and now, bouncers in grieving whose pub-gods fasten ratatat to
a heroic shooter of Men whose routed wrists must shooteth up and up.
O. as we compact children with snotters, fists must curl up with some devil skin-cut;

Eh? Eh? Eh?;; when tea-keepers store buttons in sea-chests some aldebarren spin gut
will have to eternally appear now to shaft gluttons with bead-breasts whose easy nut gluts
from an impassionata of a seer whose mental curtains will seed-dress nipplers with butt-mucks
Eh? Eh? Eh?;; where a silky jammy tea-seep sods after caviar-krill, a painter of ribbers must fuck
me and youths at the sides of a disconnected space-avenue
and, what with windmills at blonde sides, we will surely grope for curtains

Uh Uh Uh.. Treaders of cats cause heavenly felines to fall from laden gardens while death cuts
down, around a wastrel of a dude haven made easily from malls and kissy purring cat-cups.
and, sss, when once angels stop,
then all even evenings spent in sweet-shops will most certainly see kids drop

dead..dead...Lahh and mitchers inside lost lofts arise from bunneries while geesy sex-stock
becomes all to lemoned with de salmon-shaken
O, we will entertain evil frigs to entwig some season-baited stella crier whose hands in cock
must, when once sniffered, ennoose some garden-grated beller driver whose venal blue-box
has to encircle all female ferine cunt-fardels with shaking funked men whose renal screw-box
has to enpetal all female finalisers whose ocean-wipe must cut down soft midnights.

Uhh and these times are swept upsidedown in the dummy desires of heated motel-kites
Uhh and these rhymes are kept insideout in the mummy fire-pyres of endreamt green lights
O, we must set course for Magnums while our gobby tears sky-write for liars whose clocks
get heatedly edamed with swearers; and, sss, sweeteners of beards use sweet breaths for chops
O, we must set course for Diddums while our plebby spire-choirs enlube dongers with spyclops
and acridities whose fevers must damage wild flowers will hereby give hoot then cry for leaves

Ehh? O-La-la! I shall shrill down my candle cave where i overlearned while boiling flowers; Uh,
whence weepers study how to fall ill, a studier of navel-hair will abuse isles of spurtives; Uh, power
must grow, just like a dead child grows,
beneath corrals of mice and the red chiller rose that gets cooked in pressure-pans
Ehh? O-La! Lehhh.. shardenisers of bed-cellars get wasping for spind sins where devil-drams
glow, glow, glow

Oh-yah Oh-yah.
Ooooo.

*
Here, there is meths into cocoa,
O here, where suns dress, a p’liceman
Writhes for His Panda
And the seas of a bum city where
We may bleed under horses
Will mount the urban sea dead
..
I heard a potty on a pledge peering into spread
Flickering evil tongues
Ah, I oversaw a raped ledge where killers revved
Salty killer lungs
. laaa

Odes to soft boiled ovaries cut a gilled dill yolk
…Saws in pulled pituitaries
Build ropes from an egg of dope
And, under hot loss, messy mental marked soap
Washes eyes inside
Spidered sea slides

……
Lithe losers loosen marmalade
And idiot senility slides from behind a sideboard’s
Sawn cabinet spine.
Ohhhh..

*
yes, & as for the graves under salt-tips
we must surely squander
visual vast lips
o as we dig for naves, then ashed strips
must wallop Fathers
& a bren of iron eats into spun sleep
& blown badgers die, die
Ahhhh
& a rat takes it at the tooth
& drawled dumb sex-dudes
swagger after
moon deniers
although the sun is shaped from wine
eyes will always
don mental dune-spines
& a rosy rill of screens rattlers under
watery wounds where closed graves
run green beds out of sundered
sallied sleeves
.
marked by fished nets, we turn for light as life
lingers within caged killer christ
O a bulge of broads stabs a hot biddy
& a nickled knife-life
lays red balls to musical fire-diced
doggy dangers??

*
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..

*

the lousy ingrowing snarley market of the dead and done
splashes london fires with parapets; and a weekend in Rome
grows very rancid; and a sea of puppets dances for suns
and a game of dancers swings under limpets and guns; and
a widener of wool stitches mamma to fingers; and sands

cry, cry, and women flow from red skinners as shone ribbands
go blind and thence shift lungs. O, once upon a wigwam
doctored news, made stayed, crapped on birth's big-bands
and a mentalist of graves cried for mad lustive canyons
when, vased in masts, weedlers danced for red-eye crayon.

o lousy ingrowing snakey markets sell goats to the bruised
o easy sin-crowing apey parapets swell up for de noosed
and my eaten split eye shines like hell as i snap my broods
beneath canterers that shelter samphires inside grey roofs

once aside a mad spine, a wanderer of wolf-smokes moved
a distancing bled wynd in de windmill thats bleed til noosed.

*

"The Westend man, with one lung gone,
Cannot mount a clotheshorse without bleeding?"

*
Copyright JDB 19/05/2022.

*

work-in-progress title: The firesides of a burning man will hasten to a blonde seed
first draft pome then poem-song

 

The firesides of a burning man will hasten to a blonde seed; O, a dirty hotboxer hoots for falcons
and, when once beads turn, a son who moistens shot need
hereby, with headpieces keyed, appear as garlanded as rotted throat-slease
Uh, we shall oven-mind some cooky diary ovaries
Uh, we shalll suck vines from guns; and, sss, what with windmillers come fusing aviaries, seized,

idolatories in cemeteries must sermonise denyers with doomy hangy smelly deniers
Uh, a a pisser whose demented memories drags upon a moony berry, a cherry-choker, weaved,
comes wiring pigs to impassioned growl radios
sss, when once some weird tapings of light meat cum confusing birds with bellows, a bud of bees
must, once fed to drums, blossom underneath duskiness and mellow mind-meadows

La...

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The pyresides of a burning ram will hasten to a blind weed; O, a flirty hotbox lady hoots for raisins
and, when once leaves burn, a girl-child who appears rended will confute disease with grey gardens
La, i will idolise blue tramps whose bawdish bodiers bounce
La, i will sermonise green cats; O, and as facelessness countsdown to baby, a sea of neon cunts

appear, forever and here and now, under-mooning arses that crack, just like storm-cheeks; O, cunts
will become fragmentising a blithe crowd in a blithe world
La, and moteliers, washed with swinging sex, heeds now a girl-curl; and, O, once along red junk, hard-ons
must become salt-tyrannised with feeding mesh

Ah,- we must extend five lost fingers aside beheadedness while dictums of fat men may well nuke necks
with twelve zillion vinegar ties
Ah,- we must compend ten cut rivers that feed many throats to sky-drowners; and, sss, we will wreck
some easily contaging penis with peculiarly english bollocks; O, as venal tiger-tides issue some wrecks from
weevilling flyer boys
a bonny defamers of bled toys will surely heave with sex-lungs until a small death cries from twenty suns

Uh

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The spiresides of some burning weird rain will chasten to huge leas; O, when milky stainers come creaming after
easily pleasured days, fathers to deadliness will sever some vastness from opallers and veiners
O, spirallers, wetted, come heltering around and around while skelters inside guns will murder killered rippers
O, devisers, petted, come rivering around as summery wintry springing autumn towns resound

sss, and i will certainly smartly certify cummers of mummies will euphesian cloths whence estrangers with zippers
nakedly become, where once tombs lunge, a daddy benefactor to egyptian moths
O, revellers with goosy hand-bunches weave fascinating tea-seeps from woollen crops while a native to cocks
get eagerly routed by cat-candlers
sss, and i shall not ever enter again the green zion of the waterbead
sss, and i shall never seize again my green genoa Bethlehem

The tyre-sides of some burning weird skein will harden beds with evil gems and, oo, as dettol rash will ascend
eagerly fizzy stairs where macadams and veins star-deify breads with devil islands
O, a painter found dead with need came withering for lunar-liars; O, when silky incesters get happily murdered
and, as some wound summer licks winter-autumn springed games, englanders understand nothing at all except

satinisers of rhubarb flash channel; La, as we swipe colds from flames we heed fans then drop gloves from debt
sss, satanisers of corruptive mammals must renderise foals from drains
sss, and, as we taunt then sleep, we will hereby encunt blue droll with nice pain while hurted rot cuts grey sex

Uh

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o, these are the hollowers of cold men who engarden flayers with fathering body farmers; o, these words underfire
come to expending hired noon while closed hens fuse draggers with sundering baby-drivers; o, blue bits undertyres
must hereby star inside rolled dials
and, sss, once aside veinyards, furlers of wide men enthunder kidders with leathering body binders; o, as sex drifts

directly across venal heart-cars a lessoner to chillings mum-rubblers for kissifers; and, sss, when a rough tongue lifts
some dizziness of renal bladderers from encursing drawls, diamond infectors seen in road-pythons must affix clits to
sweeteners of dolly bends and city geigers;
o, these are the followers of god gyms whose heaper of fatal exercise rams the Lady down, down

and the hugeness of a bruised babbler baiter comes enpitied from saladers; and, sss, crazy towns resound for fevers
and, oo, once across a bed-mind, an endstopper of regified mammas come cradling mazy mouths within geekers while
summer-setters that reach for springy autumun-winter will surely deify guns with caverning heart-louts; and, La, ginger
may have to redirect jesu christ's hidden graven statues

Uhh whence haloers of enchurching appler chapel-stores ensunder slippy spitters, early evening wives will use sandals
to ensaddle a distant cummers with sweeteners of babble-dwarves
Uhh whence diseasers of starry churching dappler maple-dramas get eagerly mourned by devils, then a sunny mad hall
becomes encumbering some easily outelbowelled sucker of wards;

and wicked wide men cried for seed
and scutterers, with gentlemen, ride greed when a buller of a buried bad-toy heeds flexers and die, die, die
Laa, these oceaners seen in green beads shall enter once again the green zion of a waterbead;
Laa, as eateries that supper after mean genoas and mute spunks will eternally junk ready salted river-sleeves

Ehh? Universally sugar-maimed, a decrier of drams seed-mans ogres; and, o-la, enribboned nylon weed will
come chortling it up, up when a deviser of waved clams sink bubblers beneath ole scars that feed leas to meals
Eh? Unversally sugar-stained, a deifier of hands ram down the inky bladder money with dippy knees while summers
appear engented with affixers of bellyboys and english Downs

Ehh? Universally deranged, a sex-denyer whose swillers of clowns interfuses buzzy bummers with shrill ills
sss, once across a milked mind, geezers that use a nut-raid for sounds become
pitifully extemporised as assaulters while rattlers come shouting at shooted window that encurtains dead fields
Eh? Once along a permed whine, dolters of cattlers snort a cowy bully bull-bite
and, sss, as we sail out to swine, we will drag pettlers for horse-hearses while piggy drivers entissue grunge yields

Uh.. and the pinker of ole poesy and her salmon-twat will curse the livid dead; O, a lunar burster who uses pipes
to sing across the secret veins must interpose a diamond thrill with enhorsers of draggler of bods and mushroom rites
Uh..and the slinker of old Mary and her musical salt-butt will curse the rigid beds; O, a lunar buster who uses mikes
to sing across grey secret drains must sentilise an outeller of pils with rancid happy pegs
Uh; I have overseen magis under scrammers and i have overheard bruisers of pappy devs cum tauntening shrillers

Ehhhhhh? rotators sea-fawned in passion's revolving bath glisters now; and, what with scudded wealers in pictures
a hissifer of a grey flava cums huffing mums from dissolvers and spredlers of rot
and, oo, we will rout the sun's cock with twixing fizzy fangs that lick a ferine face with a roarer in a deaf cot
Ehhhhh? Dilations, star-sweating, rocks fig with mind-pans and i scraped god's knee with tortures
and, once along a mind in a deaf world, parentives whose shawl-babies heard Love came shooting murder

Uhh, what with sad gods come directly in the eye of light-meats and liver-scrapings, a boweller of sweet grot gets
made; and, oo, what with sad goddesses gone gold, skies that leap brigands will hereby charnelise reels of ravelled pets
and, sss, while petted fur and skin causes heavenly feline climes to control the tails of the west
and, sss, while nettted curs come smelling catted flowers, ferine vines come scattering animal christs across sweet breasts
Uhhh, what with good gal-gob coming invectories aside plowers, idealisers of mum ensunder j christos..

Eh?

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and me and mien and dudes and the skies in a slayed sewer
hiss for the sins of mammas and dad's eye; and sewers
wend aside a blonde nest and a fotal wife drinks from pepper
ah ah, men and women wasp off the corn when guilty screwers
enlantern night-christs with dilly dunny gems; and mind movers
sea-moisten a dizzy bride whose faceless skin veils blue lovers
and me and mien and dudes and the skies in slayed hot river
hisses off the dummy dawn when greyness shoots livers.

and i have taken my city time to find my bed but loud clouds
champ across my baby body where a dog inside a grey shroud
hisses across raped ice; and a boner of a god rides aside clouds
and the empress of the easy dead light up a room of old shrouds
and a templer in case countsdown from one to three; O, riders
rollock as they blindly ride inside a gunny stunned seed. Lovers
lease a radio rocket to a sweetening daddy dream weed. Mamma
sets tawny grease free to slide down god's killed speed.

and me and men and nudes and the slides in a porny-pinnet
kiss for the skeins of dada; and we ride from rest as planets
spin against a rocket in de moon; O. We trample old gannets,
and we seize petrels from parrots as a bled horde of rabbits
get keenly shot by caged bird-masses. O, a case of cabbage
hits upon blonde feed as an adult baby in a void hoists granite
from a curly cunty statue which owns no face to heave.

*

we prayed under dirtied playgrounds where
easy urchins loosened ties under thin-air
o, we prayed beneath guilty towns where
easy bird-men darkened eyes with hairs
once upon a mind in a tawny park-city
i overhead deaths come rocking daisies
& a motor mien heard grey female ditties
swinging for the jazzers of radio ladies..
we prayed for dens as we fell away from
blown carnivals & empties danced drums
o we rode to swung death
o we strobed after jazz-jawed loud guns
& we bejewelled a stoned T Rex with
milky dinners & prehistoric spiked kids.
...
once aside our souls, we look for rubies,-
once, aside love's goals, we hear oldies
spine-scattering signs upon rolled nippies
..
aas we swell up, then a party's gyspy
prances for lavender & hemps.. O, crazy
we raise a spire from old pinks & lazies
../
END
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the odd times where we spended days atoned
lead us now into star-dark
o we send sex into a sunrisen sea of stoned
body baskets
as baby parakeets pry after gannets, then
coded dustive dreamers of granite sends us
away, away
la.
the odd times where we ended days alone
must strip a radio dreamer
with hoarse pussied bound blown scissors
& as a davy do
drags a scented vine for clues
then this sentence of fast paint must move
homeward
la.
as baby parakeets pray after parrots then
blind ochres of salty sweetening women
drop a doctoror of cunny days deep down
a blithe scene of guilty mamma Downs
./& we scale a wide wall of Downs?
clothed angels of pure fire wing for
heaped hands whose circle under floors
drink to lady leotard.

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the ghost of a bluebottle flew aside my head
o a god of cancer wing-hanged me from dead
waspy lives
o eyes of deaf scent shelled mamma as hides
rammed stinkers into chlorine
aahh

the ghost of a bluebottle blew away my bed
o a dog of camphors swing-severed
sold bitten ores... La, a slitted egg-rocker
rams dizzy fairy guns when a cop of leather
eats a creamed glitter bowel-dinner
uhh

after the fall, (when once we died), sins
may well supper for alien city pleasures
& the Fall of Man
crams curded Peter Pan with bare hands

ghosts of naked deaths develop camera sirens..
..
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whence we boiled good hair then we amused
hitler's idiot ghost with a gasser raised by nudes
la a ghoul on ice
heaps a hater's slice
& we are spliced to bits where canal-christs
dollops draggers down the bayonets of screws
o

cabbies cast cunted callowers where mice
sugar-slather for eager eastern baby-lice
la we cast a cabbage on the land as Aslan
layers penis thickets with naked England's
dizzy tweedy tweeness
o

i jack a brolly with sainted verve as sadness
swallows naked twine
&, striped, a lion of wine toasts the madness
&, triped, a bowel of soft deadness
fucks a spawny sizzler with vaginal emptiness
O

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

*
and this hot cold earth my children breathe has to
listen to dairy scrums
o this heated wide birth has to sunder leaves
and macadam falls in two
and mad meadows suffer glass
and a sunderer of mothers uses lungs for glebes,
and a rotator on the moon
cums shining
and a dilator of high noon shoves candlers around
easy riders of bleeders
and the summits of a flower rod grass with towns

chief modellers, maimed, crunch on Marm as clowns
glow, just like a crow-man glows,
and a dizzy dolt crows as woman inside a rose
suffer for vaults and bird-glass
O, a baker of islands shoves punnets under cloves
and rattlers of sea-sands
don dressers; and eaters of blue fans drink hosted
g-&-ts..

i have seen easy cats made code
i have seen queasy bats made code
i have seen dizzy rats made code; and wide bees
must sting salinity where waxing honeys
cut granaries

down and down.

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

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Copyright 21/05/2022.

 

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work-in-progress title: these acrid night-long days that plead after
first draft pome then poem-song

 

these acrid night-long days that plead after cardial penitence will hereby wilt
O, acid sight-spawned blind days will cover lovers with inconsequence while milk
appears pummelling mind-clays with sealers
O, a painter of elbowings will affix beds to killers and saviours will murder chalk-silks

and, once aside heated moaning, a bruiser in mirrors gets defied by murder
and, once inside wheated groanings, a user of killers gets certified; and, sss, swift ilks
dare not shed god's antlers;
O, we will come to a small eye-space when devisers of wet issue becks from failures

Uhhh

*
these flacid head-long days that enseed a nuclear flower get sotted with human tears
and, sss, a spaceless song-slave will hereby grease flowers with roasting dog-spheres
O, we shall accuse men-folks of using ills for feet
O, we shall abuse child-folks no more while envented city christ sucks on sleep

and, oo, after a nut-raid de bad boys must nut and nut all the harder
and, oo, after a milk-raid de sad boys must swirl steredent inside thunder-meats
and, when pies get slaved, a pusher of toy-joys
hereby gets withering for jumblers of suffolk sales that feel for fetes when tears

chop cake-deaths.

*
these massive magic mantra that feel after prayer will come teeming with fathers
La, as mumblers enwed some rats to seals, a star-painter must fuse pig with ginger
O, i espy some naked scar-breads huffing crusts from minters
and, sss, once along minds, car-plebs use grey mush for pintas while we gotta finger
evil cellar rodeo-cellphones

O, i espy some fatalism come hissing across skinned ice; ahh, a whistler of bones
may well, eternally now and always and forever, blow a secret pipe thence enstone
easily haunted sea-crowds
O, we will come back from the madding trees as leaves cry for pruning; and, ooo,

weepies, stilled, will suck on milk-raids and nuts
and, when once grey bird-bills supper for cut-raids then bellers, bust, must enfool
birded ensidlers with mulled fairy suns
and distancing cherry-coats career into midnight dinner

Uh

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these mystical euphesians of the egyptian graves will shout out aloud for a broken eagle
La, as musical dead moon-mien swings for a human lunar crouch, a blaster of seagulls
must, as circling red sun-pain swings and writhes
O, when we sail out to seed, a city warden must sky-slight deniers with tawny head-dolls

La, as musical fled star-mien wrings swung song-dives, a breaker of evil molls must
giddily devise blonde terror from gold spind sins
and, sss, once across sex errors, summery autumn-winters-spring tides will cut skins from
some dervisher that affixes meddlers to mad mod streets that are skirty

and, sss, as timelessness topples under walls, a deafener of blind beer gets winky for lovers
and, sss, as trendlessness encouples mamma-walls, our latest nut-raid will nut and nut fever
O, while pissers with no use of hands sits on loo-seats all year, a milk-raid must maim rivers
and, sss, as motel-passions come swinging for dude-meats, growler radios will get murdered

Uhh The matrix of the cunt is a bagged bell-pit and i will sink my old man cock under guns
Uhh The magnets of real spunk is a slagged hell-spit; and, sss, where children sunder suns
a pooler of gannets interfuses junkers with craggy lip; and, sss, where chickens get stunned, quills
will scrape, with fleeing vase-muses, all knees while a neon jacked tear enhymens dongers.

Uhh: dukedoms, once decrowned, enfinger dustives with pleats; and, oo, when vaginal sheets
become mummy-wound, an enmasoner of burstives with pleats will don satchels; O, meats
appear made gentle now; and, sss, we must enhearse pig-keeps with diners
Uhh: dukedoms, once enpillared, will enmission enhorsing dig-deeps with sky-failures

Ohm, we shall come within sperm-plastics
Ohm, we will thrum for some pedantic spermatozoa; and, when once semeners teeter
then, with some sad beard wagging, a dirtying spy-troubadour will use fists for sugar.
Ohm, and we shall forever cry as madam macadam rapes greying kills

and, easily blathered, wishy-cousiners to mad Pan will get enpipering summer killers
and, with enemies riding, kissy enchewers will ram down dils when mumma's millers
appear forcibly fed to canny hissy mind-pulers
O, what with ensireners come shitting in loud wind, a parent to movers must shudder for
dilly dragoning dumb stink; and weary world-whoopers accuse lovers of killing whores

La, La, La... These hot dead skies break open and, once endomed, a nazi piss-boar
appears easily killed then left to play
oo, once across a lemon-quest, hissifiers will encosmos drivellers with neutron-wards
La, La, La...These hot bled eyes break open and, once ensloaned, a nazi shit-war
appears peasily murdered and left to pray

and once along a child in his/her favourite manger makes everybody happy, paws
come stroking lazy wildness till heavenly men and women will live forevermore.

HA HA HA Tutter Tappy Cover?

Ohm, and we shall forever cry as madam macadam rapes greying kills

La, La, La... These hot dead skies break open and, once endomed, a nazi piss-boar
appears easily killed then left to play
oo, once across a lemon-quest, hissifiers will encosmos drivellers with neutron-wards
La, La, La...These hot bled eyes break open and, once ensloaned, a nazi shit-war
appears peasily murdered and left to pray

and once along a child in his/her favourite manger makes everybody happy, paws
come stroking lazy wildness till heavenly men and women will live forevermore.

Oh Oh Oh..the mocking bird of my microphone enchamber dippy weds with scores
Oh Oh Oh..the cocking birds inside my sky affix facelessness to haloed moors; La!
when once a piercer of nerves uses a mental lie for endlessness, home-baked rivers stir
cardiacs underneath blue slacks where empirical whores envein bone-butchered sex-curds
O, i will idolise some new and naked lost day-long cum-chemicals while beds in plaits must
sonar-interweave earrings and faded crossed night-long dumb cunt-tentacles

and we must enblossom dusts with holy swirling dusk when heroines cause unearthly lust
to moon-shape birthdays and happy hapless times when lovers led lionesses to cool musk.

Uh.
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o do be aware of all of your dumbfounded dicking because
cabinets of demure hair tend to castrate all good gods
and an endless hemped piano lives where drunk pig-Love
angel-demands a sugary sheath from buddy bath-muds
and a dairy adjourner tries jazzlers for souless shoe-tugs
la la la. Vocalisers in the jaffa juices of shoed rent-blood
sickle-age for accidental dicker sluices and, ohhhhhhh.

funny funnellers of dipper dames fuck-up shutted loaves
o dotty dairy flyers suck aside ghosts as pearled brogues
piss in a fire-clock; and merchant men christs crow-slow
down, down, down where a bitter grapefruited pin-rogue
peals a purple pickled onion from greying action pogues
burled Moosy Master Mice will trap voles in lost clothes
and a dragooner of eggy spice seasons jammy bedclothes
and a marina in a toilet-wipe warms washed pillow-plugs.

when once this statued hand smiles under camal drugs
then a granite piper may well ravel under shooting bugs
and, loo loo, me and a caustic rubberband tauten drugs
and, oo oo, men and mastic rubby rodeo drams tug for
natalisers of day, night, and latent pooled virginity when
painters of poxy boxes trash volts with shivering gardens
..
Uhh weavers of brooches block a canal lavvy with a star
deviller of seizures made-up from grand mal MaMa
and we may well have to sing goodbye to dread MaMa
and, caned in spreeing wet cunt, we may well prefer a
daddy of a dun dreamer to a bottler of aphonal cards.
...

*
transitive and intransitive, they shall fail: it is
to no purpose that they party with death, nor can
their ultimate sadness pair they guns with show:
down the rain, their killings whine. In
meters of fortune, the animals run;
round valleys and caverns they hurry well:
for mediums, people with spirit and taste,
the bestiary shines and stuns. Not hewn
from any single belly; not trained
on any single eye, God's creatures skim
their stone across the water: they do not die
except through natural choices. So the hunter's hews
are fated, filed with the train and the car:
in them, no future staves or beckons, nor
any Idyll in them made. Past care now, idols
whose statues foam, out intimate places make bad friends
from every beast, from every shoal. Now see
the angel rise from every book; now
sense the bestial shackles prise and tear. For
golden meadows run us agog, and,
killing as we are killed, the neutered tiger sees,
beyond each loft and aviary, Man
scuttering in his sadness on the frozen sea..

*
these raven days where i abuse my cellves
come rocking at hell's cunt-door
and an ideal mask yields sex to elves
and a dotty car that concertinas into wards
loosens lays with eagle-pills
and we suck on bulgered sleep
and we fuck guns with sperm-heels
and we arouse us with
tawny buzzy lippies

and dingo men don donkeys when weals
cum pealing burning skin from
daddy moon,-
o, a filthy wound rots aside pearlers
and a mummy bed arises from seizures
and a dummy room
uses faiths to find deaths anointing gloom

these raven days where i abuse my cellves
comes rocking at hell's dark cell
and dewy drawlers use veins for bells
..
the dead get well again
abed, deadly nests arise for rain
and, lo, mad kids grind sex from dells
and a dilly gaga child
uses masted larders to store spills
and a kitchen on a hill
dies for jesus-Allah;
O, a digger after gold devils rivers
with mindless filmic specs
.
these raven days where i abus my cellves
dangles underwaters
and cry forever..

*
tardy teenaged tawny tills serve free money to the moon
la la, easy veiny buzzy hills serve free honey to rooms
and a raided rainbow's blind ebb cashes dunes for spoons
and a tardy feathered rill shines for lashes as cocoons are
fed to foxes in dog-minds

oo shouters of de cock roar across urban tac; and cars
cascaded from old shops that closed down long ago
and rapists of gold cops radio-tag a bastard's ego
with happeners of cold
oo shouters of de cock roar across urban macs; and

easers who feed a lady cunt with false regrets ram a
bouncer of a dweeb with scizzler hands and brigands

and tardy teeners trill forever when porn-plans slam a
necky pickler of a lesbian feather under robber bands
..
Oh.

*
modellers of mind-shafts sup a cut from a blue nut
modellers of cunt-casts snap a scatty blenched slut;
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..

*
The radio darkness sends tv digitalis to fast visual sleep
Ah, meadowers under gems fuse mentalis with vicious beats; and
oo, a crazy mazy father atomises dudes with viscous moaners: O, brigands get
empirical while hasteners to daddy-fathers interfuses droners to oozing sky-pets
and, sss, the radio dead affix sounds to molten wasteground while diviners of sand
come fissuring after blenchers of drowned cruisers;
and, uh, when we awake the easy dead, beckoners to losers loosen life with islands that
enmarry sleek mind-hostesses whose dress gets risen from dickers and salted girl-glams
O, an empire of demure skirts will come starring for pigeons while turtlers become dammed
with halterers of wards and surgeons
La La Lahhh

THE END!!.

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"The Eastend Man, with one long gone,
Cannot mount a clotheshorse without bleeding?"

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Copyright JDB 22/05/2022.

© 2 days ago, James Edward David Bellamy adult   PAID COPYRIGHT.

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work-in-progress: title: o, at the wild sides of a beltane body
first draft poem then poem-song

o, at the wild sides of a beltane body, smackers of some child-kid must, here and now,
summerise wild eyes;
o, at the wild slides, a kodak on an enpictured babby drum comes oozing midnight cloud;
and, sss, the helterer of an emptied sun rushes on its solar sum when an ode to lost crowds

appears, when once lost, enchanting mums with rushes
and, once along a heart-mind, enplastering, pig flushes will hereby murderise aged babby bushes
o, at de nice side, a babbler, inside lost laughter, flushes hills
directly down a dippy bridal father

Uh

*
o, as the wild scribes of a tree of poetry endragglers some genius mind-child, here and now,
woollen wolving winterised wide wives
o, when once eyes sniff lies, a painter of some engunned seadowner must affix rots to mouths;
and, sss, we will come with sex-spaces while wickedness citifies crusts with dreamers of mouthed

eagerly broken daddy windows
o, at the wild pies getting old, some regal poke-cry will die for hisser-husks while greyers resound
directly underground, with pursers and devil cunt-lies
o, when i overtook some dirty street, i came engarlanding granite guys with god's salt-stare

Uh

*
oo as a silly deadener of some witches brew intermarries incesters with blinds, a citadel of dark thieves
will, forever and eternally now, come routing de cock while easy eaters of minds fizzes up for lost beads
oo as a dilly destructor enmissions us, then a cocking horse becomes enthundered with slitters inside weed
and, sss, once along a crashed heart-lover-mind, a neon sauce appears unencumbered
and, ss, once, with talons drawn, some female face-painter licks up founts then accuses meat of screaming for
ladeners of cunt, and, lo as a silly weeviler whose filthy house of petted maggots gets seagulled, a sea-hand seen beneath gauze will

hereby enwrite haloers with dizzy mouthers of pitted carrots; and, sss, we will enfight dreams;
and the wards of gods have shafted a mind-manxer with twixers of islands when drillers come caning old hills will
encomet us with scraplets seen aside swine-fingers
and, oo, wideners of parrots scream and scream while wrinklers come crying deeply down venal snaring blortedness; O, as we
supper for our five and country minds, missioners to smiles die then spiral for the easily drowned; and i will track me down with
witherers of flowers

Uh

*
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

Uh

*
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

*
as a saxy shampy star-sex appears engassing de singing weird, an encager of some caged gaoled mum becomes,
when once made ashen, as acrid as gun-gassings; o, when arse-modellers use gobs for lays then queasy fucks en-thumb
some easterly heart-sky; and, sss, as lemoners swing for clay-hens, a weepery eye-bob craves butterers when jazzy lungs
appear eagerly squirted, some poser with mule-pony must enflow a dippy bow-bride with a nuclear meddler; and, sss,

while piecers invert connective tears, then plowers of pastried cakey blood must fragmentise diseasers with lost England;
Oh, we will confess to impossible murder and we shall digress from dooblers that knife-rise some idiot verser of tums
and find, under blowers of impassable fevers, rend haughty bodying blues-movers;
Oh, we will detest ourcellves and we must compress our heavy poem-science with mood-groovers

La La La...what with shampy and tap and a girl named Brandy we will enscissor pig with oozers of skull-floaters; and ferns
appear, forever here and now, get gutted of spores while a hissifer seen eating grids cums hurtling for catters and holy cat-firms
Oh, we shall detest all those five and country senses we acede
and, once along a stall, a catering tea-toast fete enkisses weed with humble-bees
La La La..as foetal fotuses come dragging for slates, a trackler of kinding bumbler-bees shoutdown aside briders of rat-perms

and, oo, whence all our spermy force-horses that enpant a bodier of head-heart-body filth, a drooler whose brassics rape worms
will become, here and forevermore, as stripped to star-spunk dizzifiers with podders and sweet-porn sex-milks;
La La La..as tea-seepies sodomise a human blood bruise will have to sink a swift fist-feast deeply down prawnies and nude kilts
and, oo, whence all our spermy coursed masses gut pickers from dickers and listed fish-beat,
our intimate abuser of salt-whores will come sundering in a seaside cunter harness that enbleats softeners with kisser meats.

Uhhh and, what with cat-whistles under spine, a wisher of a rat-bone gets mouse-fed to holy cat-christs; and, sss, hisser beats
will, here and now, become as enfured with voice-paths of pearled purred instantly engingered with cat-lights
and, sss, a world of neon moaners seem enfleeced with voce-cars that lead some bleedering swigs with dirtiers and missed meat;
and, sss, we will of course instantly appear to a scythed girl with fast bed; and, oo, envasers with twigs will affix limes to mad nights

O, these radio altarlights that surrender milky boats to wry sickled moons will easily spread grey bum-prats for doughy sweet-arse
O, these radio bended scar-craps enlager sweet digital seasons as boy-men inside dizzy cribs die, die, die
and, sss, what with arrow-snaps seeming to forge medical treason; a venal buddy in a wet can ennooses macadam with eyes.

Uhh.. The jolters of mallow-mash gutters for cobra-candles; Oh, i shall forever cross love's hand with disembodied lip-lives
Uhh.. The jolters of gallow-gas scutters; and, sss, modelling moggy-farmers carry Loss to scudders that feed gents to slit-lives
and, oo, once across a failed Mass, a darkening pealers of dungy sty-markers grits some missing sheets; and, oo, a purtive sea-hive
will hereby eternally enwound a Black Mass with heavenly genius night-long keen sweet sun-ghosted father-skies
and, sss, all sides of a blown lovely peaceful word come shining and shining

Ohhh The mazy amazing damseller of fateful spiral-fjords will hip to a lost feeling that enpukes a damager of writhers with pies
Ohhh The crazy decanter of spiralisers enzippers renal-broads with slitters and crashers; Uh, we must swear after urban ties while
our most happily and jointed gally gusters come whimpering at the dog-dayed murderers of lovely musk and feathers
and, sss, i will get rotative in my revolving bath
and, sss, i shall get emotive; and, once across a blue masque, diviners of spind child-weed spoke for endemonisers?

La La La. elder cherry child funerals crisscross leadeners with despisers; and, once torn from fast sleep, a mentor to deifiers
comes parading after berries that forge some straw-berets from cruel kid-dividers; and, sss, a townless seed that bleeds for spires
must spiralise some livid liver lady with buzziness and vermin-herpes
O, eyes may well closedown; O, busy blondedness slams ermine-Hermes against lesbotics that murder films with toad-spawns.
and, La La: where atomisers shake some salmon-twatters down sperm-vim, radiographers ease lathers directly under lost forms.

uhhhhh.
*
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.

*
Raptured into feeling nothing, this vinegared summer spiels against the mind,
each kerranged sock of the wintered river, thameswardly eeling down to nil;
the brain is lost, deadened in its mute accord of feasance gone to zero,
bludgeoned into blue, coiled beneath ruin, rude as the sickler in the cellar's
eye.

Life sucketh long to make good, proving the occidental meadows endless;
so too, this cold world of wastrels under water, black as the sun, rapes
forever.

No man can claim to come without reaping hate from serial veins of bruising;
each earth we stun to know, tombwardly serried, martials the mind to nineveh,
proving the brown seal of womankind real as the blood in the face of dreams.
Left over, the human summons, sulphured over, reels away to reveal death,
pluming the depths of damselled reaping, towering high the skies of disapproval.

Christ never named the seas in wharving, hence the heart is oceaned dry,
dug in the drug of the green-eyed slug, whose endless slithing strangles fear.
Girl, why come back? The best you did was suffer for a snailish frightmare.
No more neon lightning here, just the coded cranes and the heroed towers,
no more breath for the flight of reason; no more truth, just helioed hatred.

*'the bedroom i used looks over a garden
this bathroom where keen flowers
flowed and flowed
leads me into my expansive kitchen
and my huge larder is filled with nudes
and i have always loved nudes
ah.

the bedroom i used when very young
used to overlook a cemetery..
Deaths cause funerals
Loss causes men to die, and guns
shoot the sovereign hour
ah.

i had a toy dinsosaur once which
ascended space where toy rockets
caused my child-mind to pulse with
endless infant happiness
ah.

the bedroom i used overlooks a garden..
Self must be denied because
Selfishness causes humans to crack
ah.

o once a day and once a good night
i swallow easy hypnogogues
and, eh, i am here and now polite
and sleeping tablets and LSDs
have forever made me high as dykes.

*
just last Wednesday, i paid a visit to my local shop
I was sold a big bag of lovely sweets
Just last evening, i paid a visit to my local store
and was sold, amongst many things, meat
o, naked as i was when born
i pay now for all expansive expensive things
and when i intend to buy more and more
i will most certainly pay for a trip to the
murderous chilling northern Yorkshire broads.
,
whence a good and happy life has achieved
the utmost very best
whence a good and snappy life has achieved
the utmost city crests
i will arise and
i shall drive and drive and drive
due West where the hot rich songs are playing.

*
These are our mallard days that seem evil and murderously midnight-drawn; O, tea-weepies that swell up like butter must storm
all satanisers with bulleters of spratts
and, uhh, we must abuse sweet gods with cardials while some easy eaten carmine vest interferes with heads and mutton-dawn
These are our mallard days that seem endeviled with sirenisers and coded canny sweet cats

Luhhhh.

*
Copyright JDB 25/05/2022.

*

 

work-in-progress title: As Hens Cluck In a Deep Revolving Bath
1st draft poem then poem-song

As hens cluck in a deep revolving bath, an ensheltered spade-space that releases phlegm from swift snow
must, here and now, come wristing after a skeltering grave-face
Ah, a bled boat inside blubber stuns fever while some curious dusky ravens appear feathery under crows
and, oo, whence moats cross, some wintry-summers with autumnal spring garlands will kill all bedclothes

Ah, a red stoat, descried, star-thrums when a cabinet in cold cribs cusses aged gardens;
and, sss, whence a dabbler enhelters code-zen then a baiter of lids will crisscross veins with dead loaves
Ah, a blorter whose heated head-heart shouts for kitchens
then, sss, a blinder of meated bed-farts comes arriving back home where no real music is playing..

Uh

*
As menswear gets lost, a tragedy of popped skin comes taunted under sky-haunters; O, and i have overthrown
all killers with wet gowns; and, sss, weeblers that get mummed scarpers while day-daughters use hands for bone;
O, i will sun-shape towns from sand-slits
O, i will gun-grasp clowns, and, sss, while cedars dourly sway, a wrecker of martyrs will come tumbling for stone;

and, sss, haired female titty tan-slams use evil smiles for family clays;
and, uh, when missioners to dizzy hand-scans fuse dials to honeys, memories, with slaves, will extend beds from pips
O, i will slash upon picturers and i will eternally tread dolts under mamma-senses
and leaguers of drums will erect grey features to snake-vaults

Uh

*
ahh, a local heady mental focus that peers under mixtures will most certainly slide de guys inside gold waters
ahh, a foetal meady menstrual crocus that sees into pressure will most certainly slide de minds aside old doctors
La, a paddler of dizzy penny penuries crap across blue pleasures
and, sss, when once a city tart reads verse no more, a laden gal-bitch who sets alight to rollers will use lashes to
extemporise our cruel wetted hearts

and, what with essential fingers come rocking for summers, a picture of crudes comes hankering for drama nudes
and, o-la, a kindler of quincy flavours must rotate for lovers
and, sss, a rippler of eastern dreamers must dictate wars to mothers
La, i espied, once under Eden, a shouter of lusts come raiding dimplers
with heated moggy hands,

and a keen kiddy world will most often have to entertain dupers with venal cripplers; Oh, we must learn of killers
and, whilst daffy gill-gals drink to ovens, cagey VD comes shooting ribs with sliders
and, Lo, we will forever feel for shrinks
and, La, we will eternally eat for kinks;
and, sss, a robotic rainbow reaps whores from stink, all feverish christ-rinks will always soften musty mirrors

Uhh The rudeness of frying penis-menfolks will surely come to chortle; and, whence flava ends, metal killers
will come back homeward to find all houses missing
Uhh The loudness of dark birds will impassion after black birds and fatal kissing causes sex stems to quiver
and, La, we womb-caress ourselves as we sweep gingers beneath nerve
and, Ha, we will surely shape messed shelves from some breaker of heart-swerves
Uhh The crudeness of true fucking leases elves from gun-gropers

Ohhh a spewer of dizzy carrot-puke endukes some curry soup aside greedy gobby porny gangsters; O, rivers
come scattering grey fizzy parrot-dukes across some star-cherried coots
Ahh, a drooler, with easy gold-carat, has idle ringed mansions to shape from roots; and, sss, we will use fevers
to, when onced prigged, sharpen a church-glass
and mended cunters must Eden-harden
and rended couplers must Human-garden for a lovelorning dying space that feeds puke to female sex-soups
and my world was intimately sacred but now is gone.
and my madding cloth comes enscissored with gay grunge and my baffling cross nukes crews with hymn-pictures
and i have seasoned my collar with dog-pig.

As easily shrilling minds become shoved inside blue ovens, stove-beaten church-meals use chipped heels for lovers
and, what with biblical windmills glowering, idle angel-onions wilt for eaten nave-bell-god-yields
and i have overseen now my vital chapel-goer come sniffing the isle-smile of one zillion altars and endless Fathers
oo, a pew seen inside cloud must come for praised lovers or else shoot kids

Uh

*
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.

*
anyway, as fine winds blow and gamesters
surround carpets with rolled casinos,
then a dice in a hill
rolls for asian Buddha
and a Polar Pet has eaten yellow webs
and i have
a lunar sun for my cab
and i catch traveller's code as crabs
cast a shallow map across the hands
.
once yearning for a soul has gone away,
our tardy jeer of a heart cries clay:
ashen with waxen bears, noosed fur-trades
feed happiness to killer's sirens
o.

anyway, as fine winds blow and gangsters
sea-sound a pitiful english moll
then a dice in a rill rolls rivers where
modus vivendi minotaurs
star-strangle bees with evil snares.

evening plays a part in a keen nunnery
morning strays from a tired heart
and a bone of slaves causes monkeries
to

drop steeled prayer, just like a gun.

*
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

*
As digging burned coats clad the coast, then grey air
Etherises silk with sines and cars
And, o, as a body breaks, then a river under mares
Washes stallions in hired money
La

We have jazzy wives for wedded knives
Ss we have diddy lies for spear bedded tree tides
And, o, as sylvan scissored monkeys ride
Then vast vowels avow to wasp hide
And we dig satanic cobra eyes
Sss

As slammed permits rain then catted tribes
Dig for false history.

*
A family of dives drivels after old grey cities
O, a memory of knives ravels for
Bombed blued bodies, and, sss, I see war
Ramming hands into honeys
And men melt…
A family of cries ripples after cold closed dairies
And, la, as a tree of milks
Trips for lilacs, then scabby scathed silks
Trap clothes in pelts

As sisterly cisterns crack then
Blonde bones
Rend
Dreamt sea stone.

*
chicken meal may well peck on cochineal...

*
There is perhaps a failed tale which smells of
Docked dives and rocked
Yellow drums
And cochlea is pierced when a sea of blurred gods
Dives for angled angels
….
Closing keen Herod lays waste to his own
, disposing green sex suds soak inside bathed bone
And a gill of ground stoned cadavers
Have droned caddis
And the lady moon melds mods with Paris
And we have Paris in London.

*
As gins under dives dream of drunken sea wives
Then, rolled, eyes of cream
Cram blind tongues where flickering screens
Scream for minds and mad dreams
I will extemporise a poet scream and,
As a seared salt sky sweetens uncle Sam
Then slithering toad tribes
Squirm under hands and hives
Sss

As gems under knives grip to gulls, and where
A city angel flitters after prayer,
Then a tyranny of tigons must lay after
Lolled rills and neon laughter

….
Here, in a limed void, sadness snares
Deadliness and soupy swayed push chairs
And a limitless lay of sound
Sucks sleep from a wasteground-
above the keen allotments, wastelands assault
beaned bolls and fast potatoes.

*
when human pig-sties forge asexual human spewers, a reminder for gods about shits and skewers comes
lunging directly across claws; and, sss, eyes will become remanded for loves when a creator of heaven comes
cellar-made for ashen girls seen under hives getting buried directly beneath grout;
La, when daemons glow, worlds under fires become anointed by swirling allotments and queasy english mums
O, when daemons crow, girls under spires become disjointed;
and, sss, i must use clothes to stop fires

and, sss, i must use toads to shop spires; and, sss, irises cut from lashwide pyres gasp and gasp
and the magenta dudes who suck tyres will grow numb
and the placenta youths who cut lovers will grow dumb
and, O, when sirens cup boots, a deviller of an ensatined mumbler will cauterise dreams then cry for masks
Ah, as much as life seems dead before its birth, a caterer of Mother may well laugh about peahens
Or a nudish enrubbered dream-spreads cause a shaker of eateries to send de killed to solar sea-stems

when eateries serve fried tubes to human rapes, a rider of mammaries will enmouse failures with fast pins
and, lah, we shall trip down screwers and snapes must deride grey dromedaries with squirty titter winds;
and, lah, we shall strip crowns from royal swillers while a saddler of graves cups horse-slits in porn-wings
and, lah, we shall strip cagey mad mum from petrols
and, lah, we shall force elderly blueberries to storm petals with storm-greased sickenings
and, once along a lime-spine, refractors of wanky dettols grips to pornos with teachers of sex-poppins

O, these are my lardy daytimes where i spend much of my Lady night-times come scattering sperm-slayed
disembodiers of sky-mummy and the mummy cloths in which stinkers are ever wound
O, as captain chippy vinegar washes mines in moths, we will oversea weird seams while darkness raves for
eternity. And rudely brave boys who mitch in a blue wood should shout for sexers and love's rhubarb stores
and, sss, whilst divans beat, a slowing bitch in a puke-wood should shoulder kissifers?

Uhh.

*
ooo i took a butterfly bard to an eagled space
where the earth played baseball with my face
and, loped, my mamma used dad for mace when
a big bird spoke to me;
and a sun at sea sheds candles under gems
and a gun of grease
grieves as she guns babby down; and hens eat
lazily laying prison-gulls
and, laden with molls, a gangster under sleeps
carries mural friends to daughters and skulls
and, oo, miraculous hedons gag with happiness
and, oo, rented doll-spectrums deal after
major arcana and de lady in mother's fathers

and bols may jack my laughter where razors
shave a crooked fanny from a haired lipped
buzzy boyfriend of grey men and idiot flavas

and here and now cometh the ice man and, la,
here and now comes the son of Pan
and, ohm, where we hold to Ram then we star
in a trendless movie about abandoned cinemas
aahhh, a bleeded baddy has to crush de flowers
and, o-la, a natal laddy has to crashdown for a
milky birded past that awakes inside a showered
vocal cataract of mod days and model christs
..
once upon a year, i can hear the tears when
darting daisy darlings disappear into gems
and eyers itemise my telephonic world when
weavers of fashion slide a beer down chickens
.
uh uh uh uh tutter tutter tutter teasy tea-tins?

AAHMEN!

*
whence the famous Magi came snorting some tonsured cocking-horse,
meddlers of dividing mammies came engifting christs with salt-sauces
and, oo, sidling duke-men will clarify skirted mice with sweet purses while,
when a depriver enstraddles ills, come shedding wizened men across smiles
and, uh, as darters drink to heady markser men, a study in blue floss dials
a pactive digital moon with an intractable cellar-phone

uhh

"The active genius man
cannot mount a cock-horse without bleeding."

 

*
Copyright JDB 26/05/2022.

*

work-in-progress title: The Snarlers Whose Howling Grins.  1st draft pome then poem-song

The snarlers whose howling grins curse a blue jaw come channelling boats from men
la, while reasons groove, blue curtains cause a bled maw to stop for bitumen
O, as snarlers bruise buildings, kitchens, clawed, cause mod radios to sunder gal-satan
and, sss, what with heads under water, claver of dogs must get murdered

These milkers of dudes abuse all lost flames while
doctors under riddlers accuse molls of fucking smiles;
and, O, a rosette sent directly to dolls must issue eynes to fevered bone-bins; and bile
hereby becomes dead as memory

Uh

*
The snarlers whose writhers come wiping lips on hungry will wilt while falons change
O, a painter of roods must come in harness where enemies to hills bear talons to pain
O, riders of booze use sea-mummas to spy-varnish Heady Invitro Vultures: O, rain will
most certainly, while medusas sunder, enchrist heated baby-lubes to enbuzzard green heels

O, snarlers whose fatherings use a primal growl radio will
hereby fragment;
and, once along allotments, weavers of conic-movement must enhymen hooders with meals
sss, and eyers of coded mind-clots come collonising endlessness with subhumans.

Uh

*
These are our swinging snarlers whose encrooning winter-musics use idlers for women
La, as facelessness syringes colours, a modeller of de pictures becomes fed to gardens;
and, oo, when a tocsin funeral affixes dogs to bedragglers, mixtures in mums use hard-ons
to ease some bolted chicken-sleep directly down mouth-cattlers

and, La, once across a bald heap, family Downs will surely encumber heads with rattlers
sss, these are our swinged tractors that encocoa beads with embers
La, a nudified stella sleuth wilts for cats; and, once under pig, fusers of December ravels
directly into good xmas-easter times

and, oo, an infector of acrid mirror-rinds will sharpen eyes with dizzy facials; and, snaffled,
young dudes whose razor-rizlas ensuck a blind hill seem denied
and, oo, a whirlwind saviour whips star-nuts with a dairy-cane
and, sss, i am never setting out for trips because my bled grave is mourned by petrels

Uh

*
yes, me and mad mistress Naples wither as we shiver; O, a beaker used at sea must assault
numbering mumblers with peasy picklers
O, a rider of dudes will entree a leafless river where strippers enscrew lungers with blue vaults
yes, me and mad mistress Angels witter as they quiver; O, a paper nude whose gaming sauce
become, when once dyed, an idealising side-dish to peppers and blinders

O, a bridler of bashy booze-minds must cup breasts in defective hands while coded grinders guff
after some terrifying warder whose certifying small deaths
will, when once decried, enveigal cuckoo gals with fished nets
Ow-yah! a matrial summering enautumned spiralling enwintered sun sizzles
Ow-yah! a pettler of mumings meld bubblers head with doctors of guns who shout out for skittles

and the directorates of grubblings will appear to enbold an embedded diamond statue with radio
and the inspectorates of mad skin will appear to ensoul a disembodied mime-men whose coal-rodeo
suppers directly after glib bleached bins
Ah, i will enter now into a green waterbead as god shall be proved stone-dead once again
Ah, i will murder now our fine mean Genoa as we grasp to gasps then hurl cocks at endless rain

Uhh..and i will enter once more into the green-skied atom of sweet shores; and, sss, i will use rain
to enrocket an ill head-mentor with some dizzy space-bums whose meat-door must close old pain
directly beneath meddlers of scented fig
Uh.., O, as the green Zion of de waterbead moves kids to fond digs, a burglar of musks will
sodomise a muted tall pylon that enseasons heavenly pig with blonde-wigs

Eh? Eh? Eh? while i make use of goldfish water, i ensuckle my five and twenty senses for ill
Eh? Eh? Eh? while i enoose a puller of raven-rockers, i ensuckle my mitchy bed-clenches; La!
when once easy torn dials enmirror some weepie corker with enmuscled itchy heart-trenches; La!
and we shall affix porn-piles to solid drivers that widen for Hordas
and, oo, once across a locked cradle-cottage, an incester of robbers cum ensaring a black star
and, oo, black men are good and black birds are holy

and, sss, with some penile cell-pusher come ensmiling softies with a vile white flower, cars will
hereby enmove some venal bell-breaker with sun-dialling buddies
and, sss, with some renal dell-disher come ensailing sweet daffies with some flighter of diaries
and, oo, when god unfound in caverns shape hell up above us and heaven in the stone
and, oo, when goddesses spin, then gardens raped sluts and left doomy deniers to interbone
leadeners of odd men with spiners and chiffon gowns

Laaahhh: and evenings come queasily to nurse banquo and devillings use hedons for clowns
Lahhhh: and a ceiling comes, beneath dizzy blues, while standing upsidedown on tea-mouths
and, oo, once across guns, pettlers of fizzy truths enguile sweet darjeeling from coffee-crowns
O-La, as i interweave coded Hermes with Herpetic sores, fleet meteors must ennurse death's pout
and, sss, when once fuckers enshadow kids with aromatics then piercers of lusts must kill grey louts

Oh a curmudgeon of a sleeved wide child enfaces a static-minded whore-dead claspers of cunt-counts
suddenly dramatically appears to slide wild mass-maces with coarsers of wharves and sugar-mounts;
Oh a carmine plastic scissor-sun cums hooting for huffers while wooden god-stores ram slagger-scouts;
and, sss, while wiveners of sand-scum cums puffing slayers, a braider of scudders will use god edams to
ensharpen a pudding heart with a soft eggy snood that suppers for labia
Oh, and i have overseen some englassing daddy-tube to enmother warring layers that cry as sex pork-marries

Uhh; for youths and girls and murdering man-shrouds, i erect a devil-drome; and, sss,
hoopers of whoopers enslam summerlong bird-boughs with a scatter of serial death-moans; and,
what with all grey peoples left to rest, me and my acid crib will wander for VD and lead oats to twix-dairies
Uhh; for youths and pearls come routing a shoulder-cock, a layering sloane-God
becomes, here forever and eternally now, as birded as a winged feather-clock;
and, oo, whence the drapers of memory slam gas into some wroughted buddy-cloth, meteors daren't shower

Uhh me and madam macadam Naples sizzles across lost catters while dismayers of buddy moths dare not
enscent this high veined original moon,
nor, when tarmacs stain old Rome, may syringers of Mother Moss cum swankering
because, when once tar gets old, enswinging picturers of gals who seem murderous must forever sky-stop
endlessness with coasters
and, sss, i will attend some dullard racist local then murderise booze-ooze with fans, gloves and sex-stocks

Laahh...

*
sugar-stained, a laden body bird bashes a lotus bush with
swindlers of grey rain
la la, a budder under grain dollops mice aside a blue prick
and sireners of lathered pain
drop scissors across ported mind-drains
and a pleasurer of knots scatters salads across champagnes
and a leader of blue clots
comforts carrion with blown bruised heart-spots, and
greasers of daddy mines shoot weird schemes across england
and a burner in de park
departs aside bitched arks
and navellers of birchers rotate
across smoothed crates where applers under chaplers move
mauve tirades.

sugar-stained, a laden body world lashes across blue beaches
and a fatal tree-hide washes pearls inside parks
and a natal bee-scribe clashes across mindless mind-baths
and idolisers of seized tides
sunder a babby cave with twixers of old kids and night-crafts.

sugar-stained, a laden body whirl gets fed to a girly world and
itemisers of garden daisies swirl pop into lead
and, oo, me and madam metal rot as we tread
dirtying nasal water; and, doped, soft wee-thread has to ram
easers of fatalisers with ava mary and her moggy cross-hands
Oh a parent to nebulisers smacks prams across
a crisscrosser of mamma rat
and a river underwater kisses flown fat

Uhhh

*
Dying all the fucking time, a broadener of oats hits feelings,
and a vase of ducking wine smashes in to one million searings
and earrings on the moon clamber after tubal tabby catkins,
and an opened apple drops pithy pippy piss upon clothe skins
and an ashen cable shows dotters of mists to TV eye-hymns
..
stablers strangle cat horses. Fazers fashion fetes from bins.
fablers hang dying hearses. Razors fashion red-eyed sins.
caddies cut sweet cadis. Revolters use revolvers. Spun limbs
lose a cave to bad movements. Dissolvers sink old aspirins
and a fakir in a demented sea-scent lays along fingernails
.
crowers may well scavenge till they burst and a blue burst
swaggers across achy breaky hills. Oh, magical bled skirt
spills a swiller's beery afternoon into lickers of peat-bursts
and, o-la, a buzzy easter bee stings truths with female mind
and, o-la, a cavvy xmas sleeve buries birds inside burst blinds
and, la la la, i swerve to beards when sweaters in inner crime
sallows a goosy goofy tit with holy gems and germy wine
.
swum daffies and rubies and royal baby-fluffs here sign
aside a garotter of boobies that breakdown for fennel kine,
and a bagger of boobies shakes sounds for fennel grinds
o baiters of shrillers paint-path a pate of pussers with an
old-timed bike that rides upon flasks and then eats Anne.

*

what with a penis under a city lorry, i will find
a bodice of dirtying cunny wodes
drinking from a toilet-bowl
la, where Aladdin strikes, then a sea of coals
sets light to ailmless chained minds
..
oh once aside sex we saw a cat-man fold
lemon lemurs into city cold
then we struck a closed cock.. Ahh, times
trip on vagina hill
& a wave of wasps stings a bee's thrill
..
what with penis under a naked toddy, ice
must toast a cunt with carring dick-christ
& we toe for fists
& we flow like lips. O, when we write
christ's closed word then we hire
hopper highs from biblical bone-briars
..
I must enter into gloom's dirty silence
& rape's music drinks my void?

*
the greedy gallop of a geesy man has nine hands
o we sail for birds
& a dell of goyals widen for pierced sea-tans
.
once, as we pickled sex, we jazzed for clams
o we are to swivel each to each under Rams
..#
a greedy gallery of ghosts bleeds for islands
o a dog-pisser belll-baits candy fish-sirens
& we rope a deli
& we suck a chopped bald cherry...

where a cross deepens into halls then wrens
must supper for an invisible world war.
huh hu huh.

*
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.

*
An anvil in the spine
exterminates the siege of verb and cowering code;
where the poets climb,
the wrangled suit of pages slams the bardic clothes,
stealthy as a pick;
where no bard stirs, the anvil rams and roves.

Death stares beyond the rhymes;
from arctic wit to helm of skull and shendless bone,
the deadly heirs will chime;
no mamma of the herons, the spheres of gyring stone
car-snap and rout,
and make red molten hubris whack and smack and groan.

night is the poet's sound:
like moonstones grinding, the summits of a snare
break the bardic bounds:
where no graft rails, the tracts of ice and flare
blast the lips and eyes;
the regimen of reading cracks a life in ploughshares?

Rhyme rapes along its tomes:
on nibs of ash and altar, the poet's evil spires;
when music scars and foams,
the pedals in the pan-pipes spiral through the brain,
and breath thumps like a bible;
beneath the crypts of stasis, the poet's curve is fire.

*
"The purpose of Poetry
Is to sum-up the misery of the Universe?"

 

*
Copyright JDB 28/05/2022.
© a day ago, James Edward David Bellamy adult

*

work-in-progress title: While Mealy Mouthed And Empty
first draft pome then poem-song                  nb: the spelling errors in this text are intentional.

 

while mealy mouthed and emptied, a duffler of islands comes diving all country senses beneath the grave
La, as easy mind-crowds use gold fairies, an interlinker of guns will sprawl denuders across lemon-laves;
O, once along my spine, rhinal shepherds gave me some bone-buns
and, sss, we will extemporise some glued forced fuck from stoners while soapies, spun, crasp a soap-cock-slave

O, while meat-eaters ram despisals, a muffler of seasons comes crying and crying
Lo, as mentalisms encrow some sex-mussels, a bodier of guns must enserum dales with writhings
and, sss, enheatering dark mums will skin-gum easily beaded cup-cunts that internude men with wifelings;
and, once across de park, loaders of hills will extend devil-ducts from east-west to deaths and murderers

Uh

*
while eveners of daft evenings come stripping sea-shelves down, a doctor to paradise will hereby slumber
directly across lovers; O, whence Ivies die, an aspen agnus castus town comes whooping for Mother while
chillers of blue-gloss become venal
and, sss, pilers of sick-crofts get weepily womanising renal puss pies as dickers of hoopers murders smiles

and, O, whence Ivories die, an aspic nurser of murderising suck-sides will interweave hens with starred smiles:
and, with dentured sun-scribes, some soluble sex-solids engrieves wide-hills that send germs to carring smiles
and, sss, a moneying afternoon monkey fuses dead olives aside swept drillers
O, whence figurelessness slackens

then blenchers of endlessness scatters shrilly blue skirters directly down where digitalisms will murder crimes

*
while mealy mouthed and sentried, a ripper of lost grans comes sharpened from excaliber; O, nakedness
appears spinal; and, what with windowers come crossed, we must talonise thumbers
and, when once flowers crush sand, mad allotments must dance above fragmentisers and hatefulness
O, we must awash some mushers with sad enprismed dust; and, sss, we will ensleep some emptiness where

summerless springless winter-autumners will come sundering in fatal harness
O, and i oversaw some sappling sonar-mumma come shuddering for metals and seasawn murder-mares;
and, sss, when once we shout out aloud, a shriller of suns must crack the chapsticker crocks of snares
O, and, ooo, we will come on porridge plastics as devisers of ducts intwine tweekers with titty-tears

Uh

*
oo, some vavoom vaccum has sentinels under pure fire; and, sss, a vast grass revolver must use fear
to come sodomising shadow-hash; and, sss, we will enchafe some fists with blonders of city tears
oo, some marooners, enheavened, must slash on de hills
oo, some dragooners, scar-leavened, must lash suns to lost thrills while babies, stilled, come for gills

and, when once a baddy burns, enheated, will nut-cut naked heels from rubies
and, oo, eyers of laddies must somehow certainly receive receivers from de Lady
and, oo, riders of nippies must somehow definitely yearn for deceivers while bottlers murder baby

uh

*
Duplicators will come ensperming dooby cunt-seasons; and, la, whence pylons spit, a city clown will
eternally, once scarred, come spar-nerving spunk-sirens; and, la, whence pythons spit, a city crown will
hereby, with puss-flaps dumbed, will sugar-assault a crazy mazy rider of punks
and, sss, whatsoever has eternally become as lazy as zippers, heeds a necklass with twixed bunk; and, Oh,

solarising lunatical fold-grass uses mumma
and, Uh, weepers of creamy tea-seeps has come altogether too close to ennumber a wall with a dizzy road
and, Uh, leapers of dreamy bee-beats has come altogether enmum endragoners with piers and closed roads
sss, come rotated from bled beans to meat-macs, a dolorous demure sky-wagoners

and i have accounted for one zillion dead fingers that sink shadow puppets across sex-gamesters
and eyes have somehow greasily anointed ensteeplers with pink meadow-muffets; and killers maim flavas
and, oo, a moggy cell-found in a disjointed sky-rider entrapped in some mellow-soffit that coded carers
have, with all suns flailing, come issuing valvas from meated swum sin from usherers and murdered deceivers

Uh

*
the dining rods of an angular cafeteria have to feed the sands, oh, as eaters of xmas easter raise robes from mead Downs then
one zillion dreamers in a naked restaurant appear polished
la la, dining gods raid samplers of dust as a city under vaunts
comes sundering feed with sea-harnesses
ah, we may well drag droplets for crazy hands

o, a daddy rose has to kiss brine where a handler of cunt
hips to a jacked beat
o, a mammy rose has to cook wine;
and, laced to crows, a casher of vines appears fed to junk
and, la la, eyers jostle
and, o-la, cryers tussle
and a ghost in rivers muscles after cremative easy spunk

Uh

*
the winding easy flyway where i shaped my body-car
hisses aside a road-grave
la la, hissers under mind-claves enslave minds with Mars
and a mental scissor uses cock-clays to render stars as
old in fatal mouth as a massive tangerine
la la, cockers of dizzy sky-trade sink a cockerel under
leaders of lissoms and coded mod latrines

o, a daddy head-rose has to bake spines as thunder
gets sundering clever cocoas with panny pled Numbers;
and an easy wild cheese-waiter
arrives under smiles where a crocker of pelters slumbers
underneath caverns and green glassrooms
and, oo, a laden craven jam sink haloes under fingers

*
the jolted twin-eyed vagrant aside a hollow moon
gets bolted by hands and knees
o, assaulted skin-scibes use Ides for mushrooms
and, la la, a cat at sea
appears drowing like a rainbow; and screes
come carrying cocoa-fire to endless mine-weed

the jolted twin-eyed vacant wife who uses paint
to jack her venal mammas
will, scented, swirl vaginal trimmers across seed
and a badger whose human tail
digs after murders
will hereby swallow pets and lift a soft nail.

*

The dictators of sweetening foal-diamond must interfuse some doomy head-brawl come sirenising coded creepers
O, when once roads flower, a meddler of pylons will ennuke some foamy bed-shawl aside murderising toad-peepers
O, when once rogues flower, a peddler of neurones will enpuke some droning scrawl that leads mumblers to reapers
O, when once brogues flower, a meddler of blind bone will enspook some draining dolls that lead murders to picklers

and, sss, dictators of softening coal-diamonds must intermove some gloomy bread-stalls from east to sex; and, ripplered,
messy and endlesslessly pretty enbathers become ducted under gusts and groany bed-balls
O, when once toads shower, a leavener of pure puss will slink some splayer pissy finger to sink plums with seizering
coded dummy sex-power; and sex-power will forever and eternally run across hissifers and proud kitten-eateries

Uhhh The riders upon keen lunch-corn lose some lose-all-men to codal crosses; and, what with mammies spread, scissors
must most instantly endrive a sky-lit storm as closed now to gems as a bedded bride and a divorcing jammy bed
O, i can never ever transmutate daughters with slow-clothes
O, i can never ever solar-dilate lost father; and as plashy hectors become enroped from a glass rose, greyers of the Dead
will, now and forever and maternally always, swing a hashy doctor-mum to enjupitered mouthers

and, oo, aspic lazy loudeners, with cornering pet-shops nearby, get feeding growing healed cats with some meaty bread
Uh, and here we are, heaving as we slip, enstarring clit-cops with petters and idlings
and, oo, i espied, somewhere far and distant somehow, the ladeners of killers and skittlings; O, we must lay abed with
sweetnesses while some kind of a smiled hand uses dribblers for caverners

Ehh? This evening come easy to Banquo while death creeps out from impassable women; and, uh, grey eagles rid us
of everything but a dark mass that moon-mates some sweets with a winkler vase and de loud screws of the world; and, cusped,
where enrivered bad boys, leaden with olives and guns, rout about some evil adult ermins whose ratty fat bat caresses us
with instantaeous love for all wildlife
and, O, when once cat-boys preen god's wife, a catty clued tail-girl will fragment all male ills with sharpeners of jive-crust

Uhh..immaculate devisers of gaolers and cities must use a flag for an urban stage while cagers of ribs will exhalt sty-crust;
Uhh..immaculate despisers of chain-labia enhisses salt-suck with warders and subhumanities
and, sss, as enpacing bell-shafts ease flava into kisses, massers of corners will hereby enstudy all studs with blind trust

Ohhhh, mad father kelly got gristlered with some rakish moon-groan while some faggy cunt-crouch seals tits in mush
Ohhh, mad mother nelly got picklered with some rapine witch-moan while some craggy slit-mouth seals dicks in gush
and, sss, what with families gone enstretchered, then motels in a hotel smile comes grimacing for graspes of bed-gusts
Ohhhh, sad sister annie got fed to spind sindler-drums;
and the oaken openers with rot got swine-tailed then left to receive a dolly cock deeply down ooze-vaginal tumtums.

Laaaahh these are the granite-marble-steps that get stair-fallen by gals gone wet; and, sss, an entertainer to mantra thrums
Laaahh these are the gannets on a stoned sea-desk that levers sea-sodomisers from granular sails and queasy ocean-lung
O, as fatalistics, slammed, enprisms dromy bee-breasts with scarifying storm-farms that layer wasps with easy motioned mums
and, sss, we in the mummy cloths gets wound aside titterers that sink some pleading cunt-crop underneath onan and celled gum
and these are the wanky pinky pined arse-trades that augmentise a pinker of a handsome dyke-loft

Ahhh Men..

*
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.

*
the blossoming hand-gelled pity-guns get pelted under slams
o families, brand-bed-belled, use riders for pictures;
and dolters of female mermen
get glanced across easy nut-men
and, la la, an opener of blonde-bottles gets cuttlered from
hands, knees and wheelchairs.

O, once upon a bled mind, i saw nude betrayers shaping
old time sparrows with wormy-crows
and all good birds kiss
and all wildlife raises fists to ingenuious body-burnings
and, meshed, lovely animals make all good furs
clad the ermine in a dresser

Uh Uh: easily slain, greying blue curs carry dogs to a
naper of familial fearing truths
and we wish farewell to screws
and we wish hello to mind-shrews;
and de naked owl hoots for all mankind; and, spewed,
devilry that shoots cats dead
must die off now

the blossoming jam-gaoled fatherer of mammy lead
gets forcing quick silver adown mercury and devs;
and we extemporise moon-towns
and we extend old cries to fatal city-towns: And,
once upon my mad mind
i overheard roomy bad wynds making hooky

uh

grande mal epileptic mush has to break into a mind
o sandaled soft head-muck
comes crucifying bowels with outelbowed suck;
and sparrows under veined blows
drag drivers for lumbers
and, oo, grantas, grabbed, mollify mad fuck.

*
badger under naked mole-fire fashions fasteners from
drivers of easter-xmas guns
and a sauna-head enters into suns
and a belted mine-spread abuses foreign dumdums
a focal scream slashes across a vaginal ear-gun
and, droved, a floater, spleened, melt mindists from lungs

a tongue in a mooted city sees the roads between us
made cold and cruel:
sunny moon-desemblers loot a fist as a neon bus
brags about cool salt-sex-whore-stores
a motel in a wick sets alight to bodying fuels
and a moden model hotel
slaps a pinker across a hostel
and, oozed, a drinker whose muscles wane must fool
all kids, all dads, all mothers.

a badger under naked mole-fire fashions fasters from a
duper of dells that weaken as they sell
blonded blue-bells to sovereign reapers of dumb cells
and a sauna head, sweat-read, ponders upon old bells
a driveller whose hostile cock-piece dons funerals
will suddenly sunder hearted clock-fleeces
and, sodded, thunderous clockers cry for faeces

modellers of mind-shafts sup a cut from a blue nut
modellers of cunt-casts snap a scatty blenched slut;
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

*
"The genius poet-man
Cannot mount a fire-horse without breeding?"

*
Copyright JDB 29/05/2022.
the spellling faults here are intentional. © 5 hours ago, James Edward David Bellamy
*

work-in-progress title: The Venal Blood-Red Code of Some Blue Veins
first draft pome then song-poem

 

The venal blood-red code of some blue veins for always appears sharpened by
easy museums where cafeterias expose sweet caked pain
La, we will extemporise easy star-eaters with daisy-rain while tears shoot eyes
O, when some eager nation sunderises pig, a dater of drains may well rout spies

and, sss, we will come in hidden plastic
and, sss, we will thrum for skies
The venal mud-bled toady of frogletters will entertain pilers with pukers; O, wives
may well star-widen lady-god with murder

La

*
The terribly tearful must rope-soap some poker money for honeys while idlers with no minds
must, once sea-skulled, appear entapping some fast monkey
O, we will enweevil summery winter-fears with springy conker autumns that lead a sea of belt-swine
directly across mummas where wittering head-kids murder mummies

O, we will enlight some new fayre with a maddener of lovers while doctors to daffies will decline
aside milky molten deaths that make loud pig cry as ewes may snort
O, a mamma bed-moon hereby swallows dust then makes men whine; and, sss, we will coarse
some instant english feather with fishy canal-court

La

*
The venal budders with bees for fingers hereby sunderise all curtains with some grey fjord
O, when once geigers, ribbed, test radium for mums get sex-drawn while wideners of whores
will, forever and always and eternally now, use some guns for gaga
O, when once fellahs fish for flans, a dinky pinky butcher-bum cums accusing sex of failure
and, sss, once upon a dime, me and my english pound slavered for drummers

and, sss, once across my spine, me and my british hound came revolving across grey tailors
O, and we must fight for winter-wine;
and, sss, with blowering whores whose reddening head-binds use darjeelings, faded cagers
may well encigar a keen smoked ooze that sucks across milk-grinds
and, whence fields of baked beans soothe fats, motorisers will murder all times

Uh

*
o, enpassioners of ideal roses will wither for mad garden seizures; o, a plaiter of pastry
hereby, when found in twelve eyes, use a fatal cab for grassed pictures;
o, a plaiter of pulleyers enwishes wide dudes with a fatal happy psi-flower; and, sss, candies
must interclose some bellier of fishers with screwers

and, what with a heart-hurtler whose kissers spew, a dissembler of sky-flowers yaps for daddies;
and, oo, an enpushing fart-fever loosens poesy to picturers while bruises enshower old totties
ah, a painter of full frontal page 3s must enhuckle a berrying mixture of nooses
ah, a sainter of full pornies will die for woman and her eyes;

and i have motorised my head-hill with bafflers of bluffers while weavers of tides will ensky
all hooterers with a dizzy bed-drill with enbitterings and drillers
and, sss, a masticator of picky bills haplessly finds god's hidden grave; and we must die;
and, sss, a spastifier of dicky dils appear covorted with bittens sea-slaves

Uhhh darters, knife-damaged, interlube some perverted pissers of grooming dog-strays
with catty feline hound-heavens when stella bums, tummed, sever rods from comic-traders
and, sss, a wangler of desirers send beller guns to big guns in pictures
and, sss, what with mind-defilers renting cellars to gun-buns and knickers, murders will
hereby sermonising jazzy song-inspirers with daffodils and tulip

La

*
These are our mallard days that seem to encentre a nuclear killer of daddiers and lip
O, these are our ballard days that seem to star-mentor pickers of riders with sand-slits
O, as fatalisers, mouthed, arise for screams, a pickler of kickers must fuse clitters with pips
and, sss a silly scud-bather enfizzes screeners with beans while dafflers in pizzas affix crypts
to dizzy fatty farmers

and, sss, a damager of dry lovers gets somehow ensickled with wry stipple-moons that
issue dickers of tricklers with sister-debts; and, whence crowds shit, dabblers of grey cats
come, abundantly here and eternally now, into a green lyon that enfishers rills with god-cats
O, and endazzlers of fears get feral with fierce mad clowns
-sss, weepers of reddening tea-herpes comes chanting for grey meals and mammaries

Laaahhh The hollowers of bead-Hermes will use some bowds for seals; O, dromedaries
will forever and ever let some keen garden to heels while a veiner of weals uses memories to
enpulley some ensevering pet-mum with evil cold men that abuse holy kittens; and, sss, sleuthes
appear suppering for greyers of cum-pecks
and, what with fillers filling use grubs, enmaggoting nests must arrest a cold heart under American stools

ahhhh denyers of soupy vine wagers get hissering for pests; O, a tainter of gold charts suffer woves
ahhhh dazzly doomed deniers enriver wets with pissers while dagger boys that fasten sisters to loaves
get encombing sweet breaths and titty pecks
and, oo, we will sea-deck breasts will-found under legs
and, oo, we will fish-shake micks with undergrounded neon dregs
and, oo, we will saddle-shape horsed pricks with bridlers of reiners; and, sss, i espy some red bones

Uhhh.

A grabbled enpistoller of gummed fruits must never get eaten at all; O, grubbers of mummed soup
will hereby witherise; and, sss, a waxen manx-cat gets wrapped in shawls
O, we will adventurise a sweet tryst of waxed bats
O, we will cartoonise a fleet hiss that enmurders rats; and, O, yes we shall boil walls while droops
come encanning a dead tortoise with gingery dolly caps

A grabblered headmost outerlbowelers of pissy molly macs witherise, lyon dives appear milked
directly and eternally aside routers of gallowisers that feed pacts to chillered chives
and, sss, dead God is a mad child
and, sss, dead Modellers of mad children will redouble for shoes that clad the bootless dead
O, and, will-enhearsed now, weepers of mictionaries spray some sex pee

Uhh

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

O

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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 shapers of a castle shed tears
across crenatures where old stalls
celebrate a Son of Pan
and we stride around public ruins
,.,
we have faulty plugs in our hall
ah, our castle is in constant risk of fire
and we must certainly decide
to cremate the dead with sucide
..
i rather like the idea of legal arson
i rather love our local pyromaniac
and the apartments up the stairs
vandalise lifts
and we die, die
huh

codas carry ferine songs unto
their utmost ends
Eggshells shatter whites when men
stop to kill god's friends.

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

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

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

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

songs of silent men raise a car from a tyre

Uh

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

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when i was walking down funeral street
i met a man made-up from wheat,-
the paragon of death seems neat?

o a weary moon raveller hears sleep
walking down roads in funeral street.

the easy boys who danced all day
are now confined to heaven's blue bay,
&, nipped, as bunch of roses raves then
a keen rider from a maelstrom ends,-

the paragon of sex must seem closed
down, where children flit & slow down?

o a weary moon raveller hears sleep
walking down roads in funeral street
..
the dangerous dinners where we hit
salt with sugars & pepper trips
peer within a bowl of paper.. O, lips
caress the face of the vast void as
& oceans fall from a sky of grit
..
blue dragons dream of dirt as flava
anoints a good brow with hot layers
& a ship at sea must sail against
both cruel waves & dippy paints?

o a weary moon raveller hears sleep
walking down roads in funeral street
..
a serious sky has a jealous moon,
darkness rides gas under poltroons
& a fine fissured street has to burn up.

eager striders of buried funeral street
cremate a sunny sea of wheat

Oh

are we near the foreign teacups?

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the dunny razzlers of lady daffodils blow botanical witches
o sunny drivellers who stem sweet hills stoops in harness
and a fakir in a witching hour seats dills inside yon madness
and a tallowed tower which collapses under daddy saddness
eye-deafens dukes with pain-refexing ear lumber; O, depth
drabblers for suits and a bren in messing cries for T Rex
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.

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issuers of enfingering faceless mums enbutton now the axis of bed-bells; O, when chickens crisscross
directly across engingering spaced out drums, a puller of maces must intermood pettlers with heart-loss
O, when once peddlers of enfiddling shouts strum pigs with stasis, melters of hoodies jive to mecca-costs
and, uh, what with whistler soldiers cum routing guns, some sweet faces enchamping pretty pantie-crops
must, here and now and forever, leash gummy pouted sunners to crashes that encrate beers within cots
and, sss, whence some cradlered indigo buddy spares for dimes, lashes inside red snapes must spin rocks
directly across mentalisers of candlers and Herpetics; and, sss,

i was easily stella-raised from garlanders and Eremetics that sodomise pacers with dolliers and lost cock.
Uhh, what now for us and our palavers but skirters of this-and-that?
Uhh, what for us you and me now but some burstive hag and some margarine?
oo, no cool answer can be found but the pettlers in slag that enpunish stagazines with haolics and piss
and, as mummas dance for Man, an instaneous huffer will ensuck some slagarines with a lousy tongue-tryst
and, sss, weevilling maskers of Kaplan don leninist bad-foot
and, uhh, when some indigo farmers of England succcour lost boots then dreamers of kidder will

forever intermove a star-spire and some woollen gourdes; and i shall rout a green waterbead with mills.

The entreators of sweetening sex-hair winnow under glass till prayer ends; O, a helterer of fixers will
come entempering sugary soft decked chairs;
and, sss, whence mansions under lofts messes across salad attics, a bender of oats will fuse to frills
all daffy sea-entertainers of thunderers and dresses
Lahh, a hipster of a piggy trainer cums grunting cruel god-jazz while pummellers of stoats will enpill
mettlers of chapsters whose veiners enlunge a baiter of devils with bile

Luh

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Copyright 01/06/2022.

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work-in-progresss title: AS WE WAVE GOODBYE TO FOREIGN ANGELS
first draft pome then poem-song

as we wave goodbye to foreign angels, we use some winged souls for lakes
La, while graves slide, a newsless sea of bees stings guttter honey; and, oo, snakes
come hissing along minds while truthdoms sing for cruel money; and, oo, drapes must
ensidle mentalis with cloakered smiles;

La, while graves grind, a fuseless star of weed becomes legendary thence left to dusk
and, sss, we bid farewell to sovereign angels while a nakedness of tench shifts musks to
an easily coded space where we use mad word-styles
La, and ashen baiters of air get baggering for burrs; and eyers of dials will die, just for youth

Uh

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as we say bye-bye to meddlers, a sistering soul-heart will appear star-chained to grey ooze
o, as graves cry, some entertainers use a hissifer for arts while fears sky-stain coded booze
and, sss, we whip some pony while some soapy garden fart sears scudders from aged moods
and, sss, we will lip-strum some bibles from bile
and, sss, we will crypt-lunge after Idols; and, oo, where a numbering moon-smile fuses dirtiers
with hectors and saint veronica, a driver of drams will wave after thunder;

o, as knaves die, soft city pepper messes with edams then comes home to find greying mumma
come hushing for kissifers;
and, sss, we must find a new neon screen-river or else summerise wine-bone with casters;
and, as entuskers pine, a bad lion inside mirrors enfascinate bummers with piggy wink-masters
o, a tailor to a heated hat-mirror devise daughters with deadly incest fever; and, sss, soft saviours
get easily winter-treated by summonisers of pecklers and safe cool rivers
and, sss, weepers of seeded prides enwrangle parrot pestlers direct where dad's men shiver

Uhh

*
as we wave good night to sullen angels, we use some ring-fed ducks to roasters; O, shrift time
must siren-shift a numberless garden cable to fuse guns with red suck and rivallers to sweet minds
O, we will appear grass-gutted
O, we will shed sweet fear; and, sss, when a pusher of slutted hides come routing birds, a tree of twine

appears enduffled with salt-tear and, oh, a scraper of buds uses sties to stun boar-curd; and, sss, wine
comes enhearted; and, when once drams burn, a peckler of mud turgifies blue moor-worlds with
easily defamishing sex-circles
sss, a peerer whose death-locked heart's eye uses ava mary for a bible-fuck,

and, once a parping partier rocks a mind-wife with pleasure babby, a bodice to suck must use jigs to
endancer a balded hexed cellved disaster with pittering dog-footed ticker-tapper;
and, once a barping hurtler enmetals some gill-prize to enconger messengers to queasy body-blues
O, i have eternally sea-swarmed some outeller in doubled suns

La

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These are our mallard graces which we use for enscissored dudes; and, what with maces charged
up and up, a bluesing seed-mazes enscrew a fataliser to bed-bitten lube
O, once across a bad cock-mine, a fainter whose wards died gets smitten with tubes while buses
appear easily entrained with intercities and fierce trains,
O, our mallard chases use a dizzy friend's marsh for idolisers

and, sss, where once shoes seem meaty, a vastness of bawds sink a swift home under fed cusses
O, a spleener of enshunted screeners of a dizziness in stores encocks shrift cunt-loans
and, sss, the dead came home to me
and the bunkerers whose flame saw fire in mad trees will hereby sink some swink beneath drones
O, signallers, with lips to drains, cut directly down veins while tyres in buckets

loosen and loosen and enserum metallers with Downs; and, uh, we must use heads for pockets

These aged endlessly ogled earth-cities might well seem somehow distracted when abed
O, as a medley of good tumours nuke kitties, a abusers in gun-cloud issues salts to red bread
and, sss, while deepeners in fatal lifts extemporise some pussy pies with a splayer of cake-pegs
and, O, weepers that are rudely wrapped in de mummy clothes must entertain enflavour red leg;
sss, these acidic countried hokey cherries hunt pear-skins

sss, these acerbic countrifiers whose swinging junkers spin and spin and spin
must, with damaging cold-petrol squires, intervault a piddler with a miniature sex-pin
and, what with bedazzlers sliding, mires must sphincter-bolt kiddies to magical death-wind;
and, sss, a good kind softener of a mad king lear parts cracked cheeks for bones and grey sin
and, sss, a daffler inside musclers becomes winged

Uh There are surely some madding blessed shrouds near that force familiars to kill vim while,
with tawny falons raised, cum rendering blessed mouths with rat-warped dissemblers of smiles
Uh These are surely some cadding mod misters near
Uh, There is most certainly some badding sod-sisters come sweating dials from cartoon-gear
and, sss, a stupid porn-model has vulgar lips for tweezers
and, sss, a cupid under spawn-hovels has idiot arrows for rumpleteezers

and i have overseen some dragoners inside mums come routing the clock on christ's fingers

Huh, a magical sweeper of a fun-drowner enmurders damaskers with flavourers of grey geezers
Huh, a tragical reaper of a gun-gouger enfathers easy drivers with flavourers of fay affixers; O,
once across some buzzy eye, sickliness, enlardered, spirals for rigs and eaters of gay appeasers
Huh, and eyers of de Lady may well river-treat enscarped rivals with hooters and fast deceivers
Oo, an ironer of a pisser must endell scissor-wheat and nudifiers and spouters;

Lah! Laddy! Laugh Laugh?
and some aldebarren hicking pastor uses some leather-dick for islands; La, whence devouters
abuse some lemon dicky, a dogger taste of lonesome pleasures enpukers redliness from crouchers
and, Lah Lah Laddy! i've seen some treasure-plate come shattering after fucky field-nests while
hooters of crazy family ensweetens gusts with skate
O, a ladener of a laughter-dammy damages frig with pelterers and asexual army snake; and, with smiles
come clittering across farmers
O, a garlander of a mother-mammy scurries off from salts as sugar-riders enmoose heads with rapiers

Luhh?? a fotal umbrella-hind gets bird-mazy; and a foetal facial gets pollenised with coded weariers
and, luhh?, wide worlds at sleep cum deafening a spinney shelter for pets while dobblers shot distractors
and, ahhh?, a wicked pie-rat scampers across some tissuing shelter for slitters
and, sss, once along a sky-cat, felinity dreamers forge heavenly kittens from neverending rivers
and, sss, a glover to song walks a lady bat
and, sss, a defender of song wakes a haloer of dog-tack
and there are old odd holy screams that enfasten some flickerers to maziness and pink-craps

Luhhh Under some five and twenty pastry UFO, a giver of snarl-moneys must swell for paps as
some ladening gun-bride, rammed, enfaces familial blood-gifters
Luhh Under some nine and empty pastie UFO, a priser of gnarl-gaffies must swell for trap-gas
and, sss, we will enwool a kettler of a loser with spended flame that leads lost rain to railway glass

Oh...

*
a doctor of demure health drizzless sugar across old gals
o dawdlers, sky-pure, cradles lovers against gold curls
and a budded brain-boy
bags dirters under silver when a fever in a kid's toys
cums shirting shitters with crowers of canes and galls

the instance when a blinder falls to deaf-earths will stall
a budder of a nipper
with a cakey fast fete which slams a soft birth aside walls,
and ideal servants to masters
mops a daisy chin with twixy bonny bummy burnt malls
ahh a scolded wind swarthes after doomy spurners when
a caresser of fatteners
glues a moony oil vixen to a bladed wanked grey gem

the impossible hands of death interfuse hector with lice
the impassable sands of sex
rock for a domed drum when a cervix inside ole christ
cums lanterning after gashed bold gobs
and, ooo, a feinted town heaves rollering heart-swabs
and, la la, a sainted town cleaves rotators aside necks

o pippy poppied pickthanks tank up along beauties
and a laden arse gets fed to arse and nicks and berries
and a garden mask gleans a grey glans from cherries
and chokers of a blue world
lam a dreamer whose penises sink beds into curls
and, lappy, a cunny noose sprinkles lime across ferries
and the worded world men breathe
cum rammering gal-men with needlers of lake-weed
.
the instance when a beller bends flowers will extend a
lasher of Ledas to cellars
geeoo a bedded fever cries for killers where greyers are
fed to naughty piggies whose little children run cinemas
and, la la, here there are children dressed in adult clothes
and, o-la, here there are warpers
ahh a dragoner burns purses with flowering car-rivers
ahh a falconer, stirred, peals skin-lip from owlers
and, laced to leaders, weepers cut mikers from dadas
..
the funerals in the fields are made
the fun funerals under seals get laid
the fascinators of mad reels sunder pigs with graves
and a dizzy scrote cuts a nut from a peering phone-nave
and, O, as we ride from dead rest
then we envenom pools with reddeners and grey breasts

Uh.

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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
and skyers slow down sounds; ahhhhh

*
when pompidores and combing pussies lay adown a wasteground
a digger of closed whores
must shave ravens clean away,
and a mammy sex stoat muscles after moon-wards
and a daddy sex float dons cleavers from dirtying blue signs
o when shadowers ram foamers
then a markerson of a blinder must wash eagle-towers beneath
oglers of green gents and farted slender sleep

when pompidores and combing daisies lay adown a glass town
a delver of robed wards
cums sheltering after birds that feed minnows to dead clowns
and a wrapper of chocs
cuts an evil tapper from socks
and, O, as i dilate pulled minds, then i extend my hand to sounds
la la, as we cry for demons then we espy dollar-british-teeth

the deadeners of a shoulder-nerve rips a sex remit from sleep
the wiveners of a bounder-nerve
studies about deaths as a punctured pussy telephone hears pervs
naming all strange flames by dogdayed human remains
ahh, a naked father's cold bum shoots fast veins
and, O, renal cock-tragedies layer signets with ghost trains

infective seething classrooms go grinding dogs to dust as pain
glisters; and a peasy pulled crow
caws at de davy dark when hunters in parks shoot slow veins
la la, a dabbler on the moon bends warblers from masker when
diallers of derision staple blown clogs to maidening mind-mien
and, common-spiked, heroic hedons must stem
comical bleeding with silly shawls

when pompidores and combed fannies lay adown fuck-drawl
then a damager of marking masked men
will surely arrive back home to find his cat dead; and stalls get
sun-smitten by murderers of god cats and canine malls
oo a gangster and its moll
sharpen dun hands with dolls
oo a hamster, scanned, scurries into bols as ballers of sex sweat
cums carrying helmets to watches.

emetics of mermen shooteth up from blondies and crotches?

we snaffle our lip as we grind sandmen down to scissor-dust
la la, we shudder as we whine
here and down now to the nice sides of bled skin
and a daughter to a male maggot gets glowing aside hymns
and we widen after crows
and we suffer laughter; O, a bath of bends barrages limbs
with a salted red crysalis and a blended buttery rose
la la, eyers, rammed, radio a naked brace with slowed
biddy-bad-words.
..
Uh,- Man! my mind's unlucky,
teaches with no good telling
that this insanity makes a bid for dark heaven and
the last forked snake of the garden
and the last shamed shape of the spheres
falling forever beastwards, where prayers
cluck and crack each way for the heathen
tides in walls of pilfered green!

this I know with murdered eyes?

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"The purpose of Poetry
Is to sum-up the misery of the Universe?"

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Copyyright JDB 04/06/2022.

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work-in-progress title: the Scatterers of Moaners Come
first draft pome then poem-song

The scatterers of moaners come sizing some mad bees
O, the hurtlers of groaners come enwifing some bad trees while a roasting forest
appears sirening after bleeders of enchrisenting eardrums
O, pettlers of stoners use some worn fists for venuses while doctors to gunrests deck
all solar moods; and, sss, when once cows end, then easy lazy men
must, with nude hands raised, sink headboards under gems

and, what with miraculous nightmares made cold, a slitter of horsed men will use sex to
entrack six faces down, a porter to jades must ensoul pushers of foreskins with gems
and, sss, when once peppers swell, then a father in a coil nooses doorways with de blues
O, once across grey cunt, welters of old children must serenade enhorsing mule-moods
and, ss, we will enfight blue spunk with defectives
and, ss, we shall ignite purple junks and porn detectives

La

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The clatterers aside riders come enbriding some crouching madam deacon; O, when we cried, lust
came silencing writers with riddlers; and, uh, when once unhousing dream-mums with spray eyed dusts
a bully belter, with handsigns stopped, extends some men to enmorsing screen-guns
and, sss, we have overheard, at very dead of night, the jupiters of plutos come dying; and, where crusts
appear defective, a pipper of rats feeds bats to swipes.

O, clatterers, sun-dived, must use a cool store for a wet-wipe
O, scrittlers, in moon-drives, must use a cruel score for tit bagpipes
and, sss, i swore as i drove home (with motel cars that do not exist) a paperer of bridings used hush to
extemporise daddiers with picklers and wasp-heists
O, a deadener of deifiers forced me, while i was out of life, to lay down in de bodies then writhe

Uh

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o-la, a buddy to xmas puss pie loads some whispers with father mind whilst a breaker of fevers will hereby sweeten cakers with
some instamatic fayres that feed ties to gunnels
o-la, a feathery snood must espy toads while a father to tunnels comes enbattering a lardy river with twisters; and, O, red rib will
come congering for dirt-dusts that eel-devise some smelly muscle with dizzy diners whose food-stuffs serve blue meat to drills
o-la, a buddy to easter push pie enpiles denuders of suns with sea-squib that fastens booze to pulled muck; and metallers will shrill
directly across reels that for always ravel into times

and, what with navellers seen spitting on devils, a devil of a rice crispy moll gets gold for moggy verses with no word of window-sills
and, sss, we must enfight the motorising mind of angled angels with kissifers
and, sss, we must set alight to shuddering swine-gods that oink as christ grunts
and, Huh, an anvil in laid eyes will flail a head-smithies hoot for enliced city-monks; and felonious medal-hens come chanting for hills
and, Huh, an anvil in loud skies will thrall as bed-biddiers come smothering menstrual millers

Lahh The rats in the fats and de flour enjuices enpuking pool-pens to soften up and up the easy killers of sexlessness; O, grey gizzards
come, forever and always now, deeply down a skier whose stool-stems rasp up and up, against mirror-menkind; and ogres to wizards will
envenomise a tidal slitter that enburthens my small sound-town with doctors to puck-pup; and, sss, naked galkind gets glistered; and swills will
hereby star-hedonise me and my lilted little mind-seal that responds to musky duskers whose abusers of fatal birdkind gets spilled
directly across pulleyers of dramatics seen aside limed dicker deals

Uhh Uhh Uhh...

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dashers under hash-words will ensunder our holy mumma with hushers and fever
O, crashers under ash-birds will enthunder our holy sister with pushers and fingerers; O, we must disguise
all old keen magics with magpies and sweet gannets while we entertain eaters in the attic where closed Ides
must lend some bad tears to brigands
La, a native star-spread comes enbugging swarthed men with enchucklers whose peerings holly wife-scribe
hits to a sweet jazzy beat

O, hashers under lash-wives will ennumber our dolly misters with muckers and gingers whose bone-rides
hiss directly across ice-sleep
and, when once pipers of sleep enshadow our molly masters with pucklers, a pinner of hooves will stop
and, sss, a bunchering poo-mother enradios a blower of nuclear sky-rippler
and, sss, a jackknifer, plumed, becomes enmeadowed with some blunted sidler; and, sss,
as penises get dog-domed, a fattener of enpeddlers rides pig then scatters flags across neon deriders- La:

The devisers of nylon pyramids must sweeten bone with old love; and, with ovens raped, a deflamer of sidlers
will have to become, once star-trussed, as a man in the stone whose dippy deal will sink ash under incesters
La, we will enseason all good cars, and we shall come shuddering in harness
and, ah, once across lost serums, a serial health-case uses muddering skin-bayonets for hardiness; O, writhers must
come caressing me and my fatal gardens

La, weepers whose silky slobber chops sink a beard in a lady cat's holy chin, a bodier of happiness will interfuse tusks
with embolisers of dudes; and, sss, a wanker with tubes intermoods an ensharpener of bobbies and lady wind;
and ladies may shit in the cusps of spreaded bitch-arse
La, weepers whose milky budder stocks get crying upon beef and pots and potato; O, as we enhoney spind skin,
motorisers, with candy police shops, a purchaser of tunnellers rams soft ensanders with buyers of panda whims

Ahh, i have servanted fathers to cocks made evil by satin-lungs, and, sss, the stars look down on my tangerine town
Ahh, i have perverted dafflers with brawlcock that enspirals guns with mud-kissers
Ahh, as wild windows fall then moan, rollering bed-cuts enrival sums with numblerless kid-fitters; and, sss, grey clowns
appear deified by shadowers
and, uh, an reddening sky-souper drawls across lenses and murderers
and, uh, as shivering mind-hoopers sprawl for Loss, a bender of regifiers must seasonise the rigid dead

Lo. Dashers under bath-birds become, once veiled, as easy to de mind as a plate of chips; O, where rodeos resound
directly underground, some mummas inside sails weep; and, sss, menstrualisers of lip shed red-players across bled
summery heart-picks and the shrillers of blunt wives
La, we will rout a shot cock while disablers of punk-tides will enwiden heated flailers; and, sss, a player of tar-breads
gets giddily sliced by ardent hard chokers; and, oo, while some grunged hill causes cancer-smokers to sunder bed, lovers
may well heap up and always up the skies in heaven and mum's bad brothers

O a remaker of sow-rapiers scurries from a gold cage; lah, ditching whore-breakers whistle for crappers; and, uh, sweet fondlers
heroise some outeller of nickers with guns and cold age; and, sss, a morseliser of wife-metal must enfinger rapine disasters.
..These are our poesy playgrounds where we made our classes from endless jumping poetry
..These are our juicy pleasure-grounds where we made love's glasses fail and fail; and, sss, with killers out-of-doors, de masters
will force rude women-children to centre goose hair directly across stasis and cropping clams;
and these are my measureless babby mentors who swink after smellers; and, sss, as smelling belts scram, distancers of deceivers

will, here and forever and eternally now, ensummit crazy cocking hearses where moutainers stoop down to taste sweet rivers.

Lah..

these haggard days where i lay my head upon god's palm
i notice, when laid, that my eager red-head sun heats arms
and i outstretch my hands to a girl men never knew. Charms
bury bones in mead where a featherer of old dew star-calms
canny careering lunacy and the painters of alcoholic farms

ah hens on a dummy dune dress dolor in sweated strands
ah a lens under mummy moon dresses colour in England
and a hisser of a lone river kisses presses. O, old harm
stays me with herbs and apples which ram upon brands
the easy tiller of a tricycle girl who listens to odd seasands

these haggard days where i lay my head upon god's palm
i notice, whilst slayed, that my little meadow woman's jam
jolts a pisser of a pled lave led to irons as i dine on pranged
sisterers of soriety and faceless feline females. O, strands
sickle after funeral pepper; and i lop odd retails as cramps

study just how to fucking die; and a bomb of a swift bone
hips to a gallowed beat. Deaths drinks sex dry. Cold stone
honey-comb under junder-mess; and we toast gold foam
and we shudder for feather-mess; and we drink red combs

as curriers of kindler men abuse broomy skin, grey dromes
drag a drippler of a devil whose burnt lucifers cut crones
adown in a fixed town where a candifier of butter-drones
doctors easy sleep with easter's eggy cocoa christmases

ah hens on a dummy dune dress dollars in pounded pans
and weevillers strut for ruin as a lepress in her pig-plan
pomades for sexy wanky hooty parades; and old sloanes
shop for grey punchers of bruisy dog-trades. Wee roams
aside five bad trees which moan like deadening voices
and we cum inside a wide christ as idioms of old faces

drool under navellers of sliced dreams and rolled Rome.

*
once upon a moon, we saw the sun
crying for a female gun
la la
a baited hiss star-straightens
old cars; and a boy in man carves
kind hearts into coronets

pleasure horses race aside Mars
water horses
raise Arizona with leaping stars
and we own divorces
..
O we turnaround on an english movement
and we tread blue earths
and swallow lies.

*
ivories of mamma hit early man with rocks
and the tribes of glamour
smoke a lotus
ah westerly fathers
farm for lovers; and, lopped, city clocks
trip seconds for vagina hills
..
O yawny kiddies crap upon closed socks
O easy grammar
reads for dammers
and a smokey blow
ignites false snow

ivories of mamma hit early women when
baby bunting drops from his chair
and a sea of rope
stops nooses =,
.
a fast fandango in a clay-cold sky sends
guilty gulls to
carrion towers
and ape men move
dirty chipanzees
and we ride a naked monkey world
and we cry for heaped
primate beads
..
ivories of mamma hit an early child
and baying billy babies
must cradle christs and live no more
..
ahh

i entered Japan and waged sex-war.

*
and a hand in a torn till has to search for
marzipan honey in a third hand store
la la, a tiny fawn has to enter eyes
la la, ah, a tidy bad boy sweats knives
and a hand in a torn till has to search for
lady gasses
and bionic penis grain.

*
And I will enter again
My green genoa’s Bethlehem and, o, as the keen zion of the waterbead
Vanishes into rain, then
I will enter again
My green sheet where the salt waters of god’s forced eyes
Lame loss with tigons and lyoned cutleries
the sawn swans of death’s skull string bods from scissor arses
the sundering flower of sex
darkens dillies with doughy dog headed lips and cock wrecked
rats and Rex
sss where once a blued boy of blades
sea-hangs warred wet whores, then genoa under decks
drool after slain suns and warded
mentally sex stupid
doll machines,
and, lo, as dragged skull-latrines soap up with veined Cupid
then bone arrows cry in a flown park
,.,#
In the towels and the treacle of god’s luminous steeples
A bad boll baits bedded holy mussels with
Deep dives and carped
Bald vaginal dustings
Ohhhh the green zion of a real sun shines down for
Star-slitted sails and drowned barked wars
And, glassed, as shroudsails darken dun jackdaws then
Smoothed tree dolls must
Pull pubes from bum cities and donkeys under breadcrusts
,,
And I will enter again into the green lion of salt seed
And, sss, as mean sun drovers
Drop
Then genoa’s Bethlehem will cut cells as mad Manyana
Dies for feathered
Gal’s gold…

*
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....
*

"The endlessness of a champagne Man
Cannot mount a pyre-horse without bleeding?"

*
04/06/2022.

*

 

work-in-progress title: Oo An Enchamper Whose Pony-Head Seems Warred
first draft pome then poem-song

 

oo an enchamper whose pony-head seems warred will come sirenising dillies with smoked spires
La, as mad modellers ooze loon-bread, a dreamer under hills will thunderise billies with choke-fires
and, sss, an ebber of poos peers under sheds while hoaxers enfrill summertimes and smilies
oo an enchainer whose lady-bed seems gorged will come sirenising maddies with cloakers as rubies
stop, stop

ahh, a deviser of cocks claims some dizzy dilators of smashering grey fizzies; and, sss, whence doobies
appear cock-kneed, a painter of Israel must
enribbon some pealers with sainters of mind-mail that encage deniers with herpes; and, oo, we will ensnare
a baiter of devs and deceivers

uh

*
oo an encanter whose daddy-web seems walled will come fragmentising daffies with cloaked fires as spirers
appear wolf-wanded across dregs and scrawlers
and, sss, when defyers deny pegs, a tap-happy embrawler issues dirtiers from magis as pokering face-diallers
come routing de cock;

oo, an encanter whose mammy-leg seems walling will hiss for ice while a dark sea of nippies use beds for murders
and, sss, a sallying whipper of dummy digs grips to heelers
and, when once seasand seems peppered, a lipper to reelers will hereby sodomise all delightful women
and, oh, a darted severing dream

gets slotted aside salters of screeners and riced ice-creams; and, oo, as idols cry, then badgering ravens must
cut a listener from wide assaulters

uh

*
and whence incesters use pissers for pulled men, a darkener of hands will come sweeping dogs under fires
O, whence detesters use riders, a daddying mind-pen hardens lost ribbands with suns
and, sss, what with candy cryers cut mummifiers, heart-gems loosen rub-bands with easy mums;
and, oo, i will infinitely spiral from mutts

and, oo, i will intimately rival sweet sluts with head-cuts; and these are our mallard days that ensiren gum with
some eagerly eaten ferine female belched bubble-gum;
and, sss, enwheateners that interfish spurters with bum bibles
come now, with nakedness crapped, a dizzy lunatical gun shoots shitters from Idols

O, as enclocking easy facelessness shouts for a blank moon, a deviser of pissers will send dolls to old kids

*
yeah, we will hymenise some sugar-sex-pylon with twixing drams that flow from fistas; o, a cockler of pigs
appear, once wetted, to sink some peasy elderly vinegars under handlers
yeah, we will encentaur a sink with gunners as drummers of aged thunder encumbers lids with soft leaders
sss, whence an enchasmed head-winkler fishes after lungers,

an evil yet eagerly awaited dick-tickler hastens to papa; and pappa, plashy, drags cakes from divs
yeah, we will castigate some pickler with masons
oo, we shall leave our small town then purchase a cavern in missions
and, sss, once upon enveining sky, a pelter of sea-lace rides and rides till sea-purses get shoe-hanged

Uh a heterogenuous pricer of wide cars copy some comical Ides for tills and deskers inside drams rams
some idiot poxer down prisers
Uh an heterodoxic crown entertains curvers with deifiers of easy bikers
and, oo, we must enmiction grey curtains with trippers after families and lazy drivers
and, what with heroes crammed, fascinated picks use a sordid memory for killers and human cryers

Oh

*
salt entertainers to a glued goose-girl enbibles a nakedness of deaf hens while sharpeners of lovers must
ensugar some dizzy gourde-ghost to enriddle an idiot sea-harness with dials
O, melters of bluers weedle for roast-worlds as a sickening atom-highness must soften dolls with ducts
O, lilters under doers enmantra sleepy worlds

and, what with ensweetenings shaping curls, a vastness of gibbering gushers will enbeckon rat-nuts with
hedonisers of ringleted jackers of de gravy darks
and, sss, as modellers of smackers serve blue meat to carts a blinder of a wild swirl will cut out and out
O, peltering sindly holy gobbers grip to greasers then go cold

Uhhh dolted eye-head-divers got sullenising for chickens and the sadness of the old; and, sss, we shout out
aloud, whence a cognifier of capers become ensmilering outellbowellers of demure penates gold; o, as drought
enovens some cooker-flower may the diviners inside deriders endraggler decorous herpetic souls; and, sss,
i have most exigently seen my own grave being vandalised

Ooo, i have scattered my own bier-ashes as i have fumblerised enpapered stella lies with starry red pouts;
and me and my macadam madam will sweat for fire horses and we will arouse meddlers with cooky mounts
Lahhh mumma canary dadda has some sewn sweats from hearses and we will surround some smiled founts
with bummered gin-wine and the best buttery yorkshire card in the entire world

Lahh mumma dairy priories get enbuggered by some rude rectal marsh as pickers scud in a bath-swirl
O, what with easily damaging wet, some serial sky thrums for renal masques
O, we will sentinelise an living sensorite whose digitalis comes warping venal glass with hairnetted whirls
and, lahh, mamma lady uses scurriers for poos?

Ahh. These are our bollard days where we yearn to collide with some city concertina; O, the sun swirls for
a majesty of diamonds that feed lost days to ferns; and, sss, what with some dippy lady driver come wharved
directly under blonde tundra, milky masoners to terns enfragment some daffy fingers with a cakey bun-warped
ladening ideal screamy garden
Ahh. These are our bastard days where we learn to arrive dead back home; and, sss, we will snapper caped words;
and, la, what with lemonisers made-up from hair, bleary eyebinders will hiss for ice then deceive de dead forever.

Uh The assemblies of sea-coloured girlfriends enstella our ducters with dune-eyes and skin in prison; and, pleasured,
eyers idolise semen saviours that hasten to pealers of winter rulers and springy autumn-summertimes; O, as cakes measure
a waxen birthday forest, a defector whose nipple-garden ensauces lammers with evil spind wind and farters under killers
Uh The assemblies of sea-colours must, with knocked armours raised, come enspiralling minge from english tomatas
and, sss, there are tea-seepers here that coffee-boil a coffin-finger across vagina
la la la.. .. And eaters of bead-keepers sear fats from moils as dirtying body-baiters slide Nineveh under cunt divers

Oh?..

*
at the sweet pudding sale, a dervish of a cum-climber came sparkling after naked Madams
O, as a fleeted pisser whose sails get sold to expensive bakery-moles
O, and we will use sisters to wail for jets
O, as a fleeted kisser whose tails get sold to expansive butcher-voles, a sea of holes must
class a meated mamma with snails
and, sss, a slit of grammer must force males to eat a ten pound note; and cities within pus
hereby come breaking from a muted mad postmodern palaver of angellers and spun dust

at the sweet cherry-chopped heel, a donner of third hand devils get fed to puny word-cusps
O, once across a bended weal, a stoner of old bird must stir ripplers from fanny killed puss
and, sss, i will come out of my poet-coma
and, sss, i will ride from mouths when a banner of misnomas get lyncing felines from power
O, once, as i arrived home to find death had sold its sweet flat, i espied a dogdazzled flower
come sharing shrillers with bi-cuspids in bad gold fizzed fat
and, sss, weeping forevermore now, breakers of de sad sink basins into caps while towers

fall to fast death.

*
at the sliding city hall where women held a chapel-fete, a riddler of wet-ones shot power
with red scudded bathroom flour; and, oo, a cape in a cake is sliced away then murdered
O, a dizzifier of red-lippers will surely star-lipper-rock a zipper cock that uses red dowers
to eagerly toplise a naked hill; and mammas to petrol rot must issue lots from vacant owlers
and, O, we must send blooders to ashen broods
sss, as a comic comatose writher moves manxes to dudes, a breaker of cops will use Leda
to drown the utmost masks of Zeus
and, when once cosmetics fuse dupers aside booze, a calamity in a spent shop will use Diva
to sharpen stars with idle dukes
O, i espy the day-lit midnights that chant for birds; and i oversee petrels underneath Hera
and, once across a head, a bedmost iller will search for hands and
ooo, we have come to share priders with drills as we have cum across indolence's pleasure..

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

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

to grasp to lips until a robin in a cuckoo nest
feeds friers to fast chips and chicken mess.
..
i suck a velvetine from a bastard boy-spinney
o my dizzy sun leaks loss when odes to mummy
send occidental birth to sleep
la la, i suck a velvetine from a blurry heap
and, ahh, a mental stroke hisses as she reaps
dirtying death from accidental neon heat

* Mother-naked, strapped at tongue, Death goes down the Dominion.
Dom Daniel may not snip my sex For oceans turned inside their bays
Will see their slicks of kerosene Arise from burning empires.
Kisses dress mad girls as children.

The crushing wavelets of despised Wars transpose all rivers with
The breathing moaning of death's dawn;
And at the very base of hell Arms outstretch as if alive -
But thence the swiftness of love Turns hands askance from welcoming
Wherein man's angels move
Against the pits and coal-phased Lasers shot from out the cloyed
Plains of brain-dead woman.

It's rather like a downward spiral, Where marriage lives for just one day
or else the car man drives in
Lies smashed to pieces in the grey willfulness of life's exile.

Guns, bombs, knives and gas Will traipse the sun with thunder-claps
And where this world lies cleansed
Of all her enamoured fearing,
The fragility of life Must whisper in Christ's ears.

*

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
.
*
o, a vernal invective penile rash lays waste to teas
o, a renal disaffected penile crash
swords under skeins where a brother to easy mash
swills dark sauce from ketchup throttles
and a canny wide world hatches under bottles
ah, here, there are magentos in the underpass
and, made dear, a dramaturgy of sweet masques
serenades a bloated bed-fist with candied crafts
and, la la, my dodgy time has soon to come
ahh, a honey soldier shoots passions with rafters
and the davy darkness of god's mission
cums sundering blind cheese with derision

peopled public seasons scutter a sea of dweebs
across a fatal screen where diamante film-feeds
get gutted by ideal killers and the chains of reeds
and we rush as we run into de midnight sun; O, slease
gets rammed up pubic lotions,
and a bobby of a law-leader claws aside oceans
and a babby of a law-seizure mauls inside oceans
and a creamy criminal curator falls aside potions;
and me and madam macadam must swing for sleeved
vinyl policing dark radios

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

*
Copyright JDB 05/06/2022.

*

 

work-in-progress title: There Are Hereby Dizzy Streamers That Get Beer-Slaved
first draft poem then poem-song

 

There are hereby dizzy streamers that get beer-slaved; O, a purser of sweet lip wilts
and, bubbled, family seizures snap gits with finger-blades
O, there are eerie easy pictures that get encamera while dapplers of graves use stilts
to succour an early father;
and, O, a painter of pinky pictures arises from faiths as cool arts slide

and, mumbled, dilly pinchers become riven with gas; and, oo, sweet calour streams
appear heart-fed to silly boys
and this wild world seems numb
and this wild word seens dumb; and, while serums heal toys, a pusher of failures
gets boned to silent death

Uh

*
There are hereby dizzy screamers that get tear-laid, O, a hearser of sweet sex wilts for
a tawny bed-parade which sidlers aside slit; and, O, a horse-head, godded, uses sea-wars
to enstella a blind dark sky with a true moon
and, bibled, a mental hot sky uses faces for rooms

and, idoled, a menstrual hospital affixes blue rooms to wounded tombs
and, bone-idle, a pusher of candles affixes blue tunes to blinded cocoons
O, as horse-striders ride due west, minxes will use spoons to swirl coffees into cartoons
Uh, a dictator to lovers must set sphinxes under hills

Eh?

*
There are hereby some ladeners of tighteners whose city faces become dirty
O, there are some buddies near who appear too dear
and, bubbled, sweet babies revere dudes who endear a sweet eye for a lady
O, as diaries tell hidden tales, a pusher of dudes will ensphere minds with fear

and, uh, as world of nails loudens measure with gills while
some fascinator of children will get stoned by devils without smiles
O, as priorities arise from Gods, a pelter of eyes swims aside neon sundials
and, sss, only lost times will tell just how prisoners ring a lost bell;

Hah Hah Hahhhh

 

*
when dicking comatose sex-killers use heads for cloaks, meddlers with beds unburned
hereby get sodded by clothes
O, what with ideal passions fed to toads, a froglet with ropes garden-scans lost ferns
and, sss, once along a wheel, a spiller of rogues turned round and round

and, Uh, i idolise some feality while riding for troves that give gold coins to perms; O,
some dizzy spermatozoa under smiles sharpens bodies then gets sex-drowned
and, ss, a bat at sea attempts to scare wives but all good wives are sunken
and city-towns enplant some dirty bint with warders

La

*
oo, under mumblers, a cockerel with bleeders abuses a world of hens
oo, under numbers, a cradle-cell fuses pleaders to nooses; and, uh, with coded gems
come sirening, a hand-held dick-bell affixes deceivers to nudists; and, uh, with old men
come sundering, a cackler whose fathers cried will become enshaven with raven women

oo, under slumber, i will forever arise some brides from sweetening kids
and, sss, a wild soft spy will sky-sever salt eyes from wed tears and dirty dairy children
oo, under lasers, some riddler of pleasures sends tides to dead spheres while closures will
most certainly appear as fed to pickers of skin as the waxy dinky girl murders a lost frill

Uh

*
and i have taken my city time to find my bed but grey leaves
reel inside the east as we gather up the teas; and curd-leaves
swallow bunny petrols; and lessons under trees will see bees
swinging from stinging hive-tallow; and a gallower under leas
reels inside the east as we gather up the teas; and curd-bees
whip aside a honey-moth and a bargy butterfly that heaves
no dummy sky will have to swallow salmon pies as grey weed

rampages for a dummy bay. La La. I eat into demure seed
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.

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.
...
*
There are monsoons here that scatter crumbs across a cyclone; O, when statues fall
then evil racists will happily crawl then shatter
O, with faces raised, mental sea-brawls use lovers for loss; and women build walls with
some weirdness of graves
O, with voices slaved, stella seed-stalls use diggers for lots while a ripper seen in balls

must, with beauty caved, comes carving dizzy girls with insidious mirrors
and, uh, uh, while sofas rotate, a bender of fizzy pearls gets necking laced sweet rivers
O, without any wiles, weavers of snakes must shout out aloud
eternally and always and forever
La! as god wept then jesus healed the weather

and, bibled, a bent body-brain becomes enwithering whitterers with cats and holy fathers
and, stabled, a spent biddy-brain becomes sun-winkling; and old prigs will murder leaders

Uhhh.

*
Hereby, where caverns creep, modellers of murderers become shown on vast screens
La, i espy some gardens as i sleep
La, i espy some garlands as sex weeps; O, we will fly as we flit across digitalis: windscreens
get easily rubbished
La, i espy some gardens as i sleep
La, i espy some garlands as i peep; and, sss, madam navel naples will hereby shout out for sheets
Lahhh

as faces flow by, a summery winter-street uses springers of true autumns to impress wars with
diamates that get instantly thrown into the firees
La, i espy some gardens as i sleep
La, i espy some heroes; O, i will for always impregnate doomed deniers with dinners while kids
come hissering for kissers and heat
and i will come down from my island; and, sss, fathering mouthers feed spiders to legless babies

Uhhh and what with windmills going in de wrong direction, hissers whose mind-mill uses rubies
to moon-molest fists with lost drills will hereby become dirty; and, O, whence shadow darkens wine
some dizzy vineyard snail must terrify a bender of mums with fathering old hands
Uhhh and what with windmills going badly wrong, a lover of hot-lick may have to murder doobies
for acritudes where vast bodies go west
and, sss, a puller of hairs ensnares elderly vests
La, i espy some gardens as i sleep
La, i espy some yoyos as i reap meat, and, laa, a modeller of mind-sex use shampies for smoothies
La, i espy some ponchos
and then i fall and ride to sleep

Uhh where seagulls flare, a dogdayed rider of the cruel abed grits salt-teeth then raids de movies
Uhh where eagels scare dust then eager feline writhers will surely split atoms with a loud rubicund
shelterer to easelmen and loser boys whose river under grey gills will slice some pigs from sleasy cum
and, oo, our world will forever seem flacid
and, oo, god's world will eternally seem brained
Uhh where rattlers rattle for ingenious christs and men, a lopper of stainers will shout out after mum
and, oo, as naked butchers touchdown
then scarlet venal pickers of choker cherries will hereby star-define dangerous seals from father-sun

Eh? icers under penile dippers rout bootless heaven with all-dissembling feline cries; Oh, mother-sun
becomes blorted while sky-scripters close mad reason within hellish cribs;
and, encuddled, madam ava mad maria swings and swings until evil devils lob grids at murderers
Eh? i espy sex as i fall asleep
Uh? I espy death while eve-adam creep
and, sss, a leader of blenching eden-keeps uses some vines for sleepy veins then shoot fierce slumber

Uhhh a genuine gutted city-slide will tauten dead men in lunar season; and the deadeners inside tundra
worsens now, where allotments jump above de pities; and,
whene a deafener kicks an hallucinatory love, a baseball that will never reach de underground must
erect blonde ravines to lips and delusory blood

AMEN...

*
as we paint flowers with dewdrops then a cellar
will bury ladies fingers in the yard
la, la i yielded a feline to a bard as old rivers
raced down to a sea of card
& we ladened after summmer where cold mirrors
scattered fakir's glass
..
once aside of lakes, a boat of scarves warped
wrappers of dizzy faiths
..
we faint for faces & we paint dolls when ice
weeps for oven-burnings
..
faceless fanned feathers feel after flown mice
& a sea of snappers roams a bird's flown christ
. - eyes under empires weep for lady rites
- wicked thunders walk pyres & cold kites
scrap the kestril winds...

as we paint flowers with raindrops then pleasure
drops a giddy bait upon a radio tower
& we cell-phone after cum & we suck feathered
fawny dummy graves
..
Oh

*
wow, i'm listening now to loud blind musics
oh eyes cut a jazz cloud as i sweat for mimics
& as roses swing then fall
i jeer in purple silence at the violent limits
of lip-shrinking tongued halls.
..
when once i gabble, then i seize remits
& a doll of dust scandals after hot trips
& a bone of cusps craps upon hot nips
& eyes slink into sinks
....
wow. i am star-seering a rude world
oh i am moon-nearing a naked pearled
bay of dead lovies
.
loveage holds our hands & babbies
snap a bald-bedded hairnet
.sss
when tipsy diamonds garotte a swollen heart
then an inch of sirens must
certainly wince at the moon's crust
& a bell of bastards bollocks after musk
& a cell of sex-calves mess after grey dusk

*
funny funnellers of dipper dames fuck-up shutted loaves
o dotty dairy flyers suck aside ghosts as pearled brogues
piss in a fire-clock; and merchant men christs crow-slow
down, down, down where a bitter grapefruited pin-rogue
peals a purple pickled onion from greying action pogues
burled Moosy Master Mice will trap voles in lost clothes
and a dragooner of eggy spice seasons jammy bedclothes
and a marina in a toilet-wipe warms washed pillow-plugs.

when once this statued hand smiles under camal drugs
then a granite piper may well ravel under shooting bugs
and, loo loo, me and a caustic rubberband tauten drugs
and, oo oo, men and mastic rubby rodeo drams tug for
natalisers of day, night, and latent pooled virginity when
painters of poxy boxes trash volts with shivering gardens
..
Uhh weavers of brooches block a canal lavvy with a star
deviller of seizures made-up from grand mal MaMa
and we may well have to sing goodbye to dread MaMa
and, caned in spreeing wet cunt, we may well prefer a
daddy of a dun dreamer to a bottler of aphonal cards

*

and these are our shouting days when painted graves
come thundering after stoned
baby villages

o a daddy butterfly uses a moth for a petrol-sign
o a daffy moon nooses crocks with gassy ensigns
and the mad envois of the day
come shaking moist boys with felinities and minds

these aspic words i choose to write will cut tines
from old aged pompidored combs
and eyes will see rise again the raiders of old domed
body-batchers
o a dizzy parent to tailors dress a squb in tapers
and a mixer of a mind-razer
ingnites flashed midnight when a parching failure
comes sending cats to blazers

o a daddy butterfly uses a moth for a petrol-spine
o a messy easy fly pulls a penis from sweat-grime
and a hero's evil head
comes amassing wolves from reddeners abed
with christs and the son of bread

*
"The purpose of Poetry is to
Sum-up the misery of the Universe?"

 

*
Copyright JDB 08/06/2022.

*

 

 

work-in-progress title: The Damasks of Some Acid Charm
first draft pome then poem-song

 

the damasks of some acid charm come snarling across mind-mush; and, o, where dogs crow, snow
appears rabid with reeling arms
and, o, when once clothes cross, embalmers of guns interfuse wine with lush hands
and, sss, while radios cry, a televisual lover gets head-spun across vines and evil islands
o, as diggers dig for erotica, a siren-mumma must get happily strangled by drams and losers; and, farmed,

we will entertain some cardial nunneries
La, a piercer of pain enshadows a cool strung-noist
La, a kisser of rain enshadows a cruel sitar; and, uh, when once acoustics crisscross, a paper under sand
will hereby appear suddenly burned to death
and, sss, whilst directoire cunt ensperms sky with desks then all our country senses get slammed

Uh

*
the damasks of some acrid farm comes harvesting heart-corn; La, when bubblers bubble, a sea aside england
will, when once stools die, tranfuse some needles with some utmost thread
and, o, a sky-monk enrides some dilly jacky birds with suns
and, sss, while defamers enbride guns then whorling kids must murderise a mumma with some fathered bread

o, damasks of some acrid charm comes harvesting fart-corn; and, sss, some rape-seed on the rise uses death
to sea-scatter, within wounds, the five and country senses of yesterday's swarm
and, made-up from sin, summoners of livid remands must sharpen our grey gal-grave with sodden silk-breasts
o, dilators of pups must rotate under a murderer's revolving bath

*
o, i overtook my dead father's car while demoters of keen lost smiles became rotted; O, a pistoler in desks
will hereby, when once sex dies, intermingle devoters with lean crossed dials
and, La, whilst bodies sleep, softness, winkled, will hit screams with bossed wild wiles
and, La, i espied, inside my mind's body, the fotalisms of screens

o, i overtook my dead mother's star while computers became weeby and dealt up, up from porno piles
and, sss, these bald words appear scarred by chicken and blue ham
and, sss, these bald birds i revere will come wilted now where sweet flowers wither and die away; O,
as beckoners acede seed to skies, then biblers will lose all sweet hair

*
yeah, i will and must takeover; yeah, i must use dogs for beds; o, we charge the rigid dead with odes while
wimplers of bran must suck clover
and, yeah, what with lust appearing older than older, a cap-and-bells will enstar the lucent dead while mumma
comes enhissing skid-musks with revolt
ving farms

O, a sidler under kissers must enrib some dissolvers with lime-balms while an entering cumbering fever
gets enbelling devisers of dust with wideners and sex-vicars
yeah: and mice into women, crushed, get fragmenting death-trippers whose living grave gets gutted by geigers
yeah: and christ into women, flushed, gets milk-christening sex-stickers with cunt-ribbings

and these are our palace days where we enpet silk-reckonings with head-strippers that dance on nude beadings
and the Martian flowers that enbraid air come dickering denyers from bed-pictures
and the kavian shows that enblade prayers with thumbs will fragment kodaks from mixtures
and, Oh, as high petters wrap ghosts around tears, hoopers on heels come shedding beasts under killers

Uh a wrangler of fuzzy peahens got glutted of feathers just this afternoon, O, we must eat thunder and we will
appear hedonly scambled by plumed rot
Uh a tangler of buzzy children got damaging crocks with ovens; O, we must eat mumblers and we always will
come tumbling in heaven's harnesses; O, some sponged cock shivers deeply down below supper for red gills.

and true air feels sweet and female hair seems sweet and angellers of soft tomorrows use sweet breath for hills
and, La, once a fucking day, febrile snares seem fleet and filled with enmangered pilows; and we will use drills
to enforce a fawkesfire deeply down into shot hells;
and, La, defiers of hawk-hide resound and resound thence turnaround directly across big-bands and lost pills

Uh: holiday men intwine a bootless day with milky swine; Uh: malady men enmind a bottom blade with dills
and, where once facelessness moves clay from mam-mind, a fueller of gems end-grind arses from lost hills
O, we must use some lost faiths to draggle gunny dram-drives with fuhrers of hens and benito's hitler-deals
and, sss, what with blind beds stored in false fires, a glassy wife-whip must suck on hands then murder bills

ahh a masoner to grids comes surrounding belliers with pregnant fallowing birth-blinds and as de boiling gets
eternally bricked in, motioners of deceiving killers arise from gentians and gallowing islands while hard pets get
to live eternally in a lovely world where cool lovers of skies come shrilling for animal happiness
ahh ahh. Weavers that shut blades in skinners will, once all nonsense is gone, murder dolls and onanists.

Uhh There appears to be a chipmunk on the moon. There appears to be a buzzy genius made from faces
Uhh There appears to some sort of a sweet room made-up from expensive poem-lace
Laa when once our five and country senses see, a fiery sky of suns must rock-n-roll to a huge poet-ace
and, sss, what with good poem folks scaling some active poet-trees, a swelterer, stoved, weds hot tastes
and, oo, we get brackened as we dream
and, oo, we get engardened by thrummers and sugary darlings

Eh? The diaries that hide in god's sex-pockets collide with darjeeling; and, ha, as mazers seat crates
a barrelling body-locket opens all the world's strong beers
Eh? The danger boys that hide inside thigh-goddess will hereby soften up amazers and bee-gates
and, sss, while ganglers shit on hives, an enpulsing sea-varnish comes hooted up and up when snakes
become fried up and constantly eaten
Eh? The estrangers to england's parisian london appears demure while furling under slutteries

Laahhh...the swaggarts whose drunken women bleed to death have herons for reelings: closed monkeries
come peedling for cock-fart and, oo, where nurses heave, healed deaths will suck upon de roses
and, sss, we will entertain hearts with oozes
and, sss, we shall never die again until the boozers of the self vomits life's amazing monky; and granaries
will, with drillers turned to pussy pie, come sharing god's cock-shelf a nuclear bed that softens for mammaries

Ehh? and i shall extend, forevermore, the strangled sun at its lunar maw and i shall expand boys into sculleries
Ehh? and i shall intend, with all minds racing, the doctors to tubular whores
Ehh? once statues of the night extemporise enbiters from lashwide catty apple claws a petrol passion
may well document the kissers of de huge christs that drag some gassy petal paws from a vinegar mission
and, sss, these are the mallard days where we layer lipper rocks with arsy sentinels
and, oo, i espied a nakedness of clay get happily enhanged from closets and wintry wearied fly-prison

uhh whence bowlfuls of whelks ensea atomic seaweeds, a pulser of an ocean beard abuses bats with prisms
and, uh, whence saucerfuls of pelts enseed nuclear bone-beliefs, a maker of emotion fuses rats to pylons
and, sss, a farrier to liver-rules got enbeery just the other holy day
and now, with pinchers ground, she shifts her stinked slit skirt from east to west while emotions kill tigrons
and, oo, a holiness of worlds must forever entertain all wildlife as the greatest live gift heaven has ever known.

Lah.

*
Dying all the fucking time, a broadener of oats hits feelings,
and a vase of ducking wine smashes in to one million searings
and earrings on the moon clamber after tubal tabby catkins,
and an opened apple drops pithy pippy piss upon clothe skins
and an ashen cable shows dotters of mists to TV eye-hymns
..
stablers strangle cat horses. Fazers fashion fetes from bins.
fablers hang dying hearses. Razors fashion red-eyed sins.
caddies cut sweet cadis. Revolters use revolvers. Spun limbs
lose a cave to bad movements. Dissolvers sink old aspirins
and a fakir in a demented sea-scent lays along fingernails
.
crowers may well scavenge till they burst and a blue burst
swaggers across achy breaky hills. Oh, magical bled skirt
spills a swiller's beery afternoon into lickers of peat-bursts
and, o-la, a buzzy easter bee stings truths with female mind
and, o-la, a cavvy xmas sleeve buries birds inside burst blinds
and, la la la, i swerve to beards when sweaters in inner crime
sallows a goosy goofy tit with holy gems and germy wine
.
swum daffies and rubies and royal baby-fluffs here sign
aside a garotter of boobies that breakdown for fennel kine,
and a bagger of boobies shakes sounds for fennel grinds
o baiters of shrillers paint-path a pate of pussers with an
old-timed bike that rides upon flasks and then eats Anne
and Anne is a name of love's dog. O, ma mary's hands
swelt for flame. O, doctors of gob grates meaty lamed
bolter fatherers of fascinated cods and burny bun-brain.

*
Ashes under rashes call for god’s lost names
,., flashes under hashes smoke for christ’s surnames
But burning bled embers
Ignite beds and killers
And we intend to stand inside a false town,
And, lo, we attend false lands as blue green sea clowns
Curry carried wheels
Zzzzz
Molten books of hours swirl verses inside flowers
, chidden rooks of bowers
Raise curled curtal hearses
….
Ahh.
Vast closures in bled veins
Chill stains in acid

and a fazing bellstar will stir
raided deaths and pianos,- bled curs
must walk god to death
sss when once a city in a deck
dodders after cemeteries and mean sex
then blonde bobbing becks
will sea-hang
balls and summits—
lo
as hot hired wives sweat for candy cigarettes
then blabbed burst sex war
divines salt blood- , Lah
although we dwell inside veined God
.although we swell outside veiled sods
We will find the pearly way when
Cold snowers interfuse
Dobs and dashes
.,
Cloning sex riders will stone a bad fast boy,
O, under a kelpie, we will whip toys with
Mascara and rainbows
Sssss under a shroud sail, men and figgy kids
Suck skirts from quince,
And, laden, a severing sea squint slays slashed pigs
O.
Cloning sex drivers will stone a bad glue-crib,
And, la, as eerie earth men deride
Waxed hands and shorn screwed kids,
Then grinding gashed spades will rise
From out colostomies, agers, and cold disguise
,,
. 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
.
.. ahhh men...
de-seat is spind

 

*
when once a mummy's sex-cloth feeds devs then
thin pure eyes are pierced by blind fucking dregs
& once above a bled body we hear bound legs
layering hairs with creamy cardial cuppers
& a drip of skin-mauled kids
nooses a saline scissor-angel for raped gold birds.

swarthes of heroes hear hired hilled whore-words
treating cocks with blenched beesting-gizzards
& the signal dark drags a pissy pled sex-hard
inside kissy brines where vaginal blonde bars
gaol goosy gagged geezers under yellow curves.

the queasy burning of december fire-boys wires
cedar meagre yearning under thunder-pyres,
& we ride for a weeper's mod radio
o, we punish christs with creamy capped rodeos,
& a wife of wets swallows soil-soothed pillows
..
the crumplers of coated ken shut a straw-rolled
writhy rogue rose-pactive inside a shed of gulled
killer dunes

& a bedded burnt moon cuts a daffodil-fold's
bladder city that raises rizlas from salt-slowed
fever runes...

we smoke to the cherry past as dollies under roads
unravel into hipped midnight nude moon-minds,
& a mean mango wurzel mashes a cuttled cold,
instant town, where a coffee-toffee cancer-foal
folds seaweeds into car-diving kelpies..

*
The swift thwack of a desolate grave grinds grist as
Shrill and maiming faces fade inside foods and glass
this shivering granite clave
carries oak to stoned elms, and tyburns under grass
grease gloss with money
ssss

the soft spurt of a fountainhead feels for veined
city spillers
and ghosts and pantries peal blood and skeined
river rippers
O

A cave in a moled head heeds horsed snippers
La, a navel under bed
Cuts an impassable cord from slivered
Whores and dregged
Female zippers
…..zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Here, there is meths into cocoa,
O here, where suns dress, a p’liceman
Writhes for His Panda
And the seas of a bum city where
We may bleed under horses
Will mount the urban sea dead
..
I heard a potty on a pledge peering into spread
Flickering evil tongues
Ah, I oversaw a raped ledge where killers revved
Salty killer lungs
. laaa

Odes to soft boiled ovaries cut a gilled dill yolk
…Saws in pulled pituitaries
Build ropes from an egg of dope
And, under hot loss, messy mental marked soap
Washes eyes inside
Spidered sea slides

……
Lithe losers loosen marmalade
And idiot senility slides from behind a sideboard’s
Sawn cabinet spine.
Oh.

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

*
Copyright JDB 09/06/2022

*

work-in-progress title: Oo, There Are Some Strawberry Switchblades Here
first draft pome then poem-song

 

oo, there are some strawberry switchblades here that move sweet tongues to tears
La, as hostile mums encherry bitch-graves, a mucker to booze endrums red spheres
and, whence hands cross, a city-breaker comes shovelling spew across some faces
and, whence sands cross, a city-seeker comes enhovelling a loud loss with laces
oo, there are some blackberry witch-waves here that move fleet tongues to red deer

and, sss, what with widowers come sirenising beard
then, with haunched eyes raised, mamma moon-mind will fasten stars to fatalisms
and, sss, some fascinated geezer whose daddy dined all year hits to gardens whilst
digitalisms, gunned, shout out aloud for blue mommy
and, what with windmills routed, an electric seahorse may well murder all marble

Lahh.

*
here there are children burned to death: ah, when hearses grind, a grey magazine
appears shot while read; and, sss, a plater of cars ensauces brine as margarine signs
a bloater of butter-blorters with fists
and the huge world defines some daffodils from huge heels that sunderise cunt-mines

and, sss, we must entertain dromedaries with lost dudes whose hats get doffed to lip
O, once across lust, venal statues with daffies will forever get soothed by fucked minds
and, sss, we must use champagne to water down a brut town that owns nothing
and, what with jampots turning, some diggers of clowns will come cunting red wings

now..

*
The pulers of pony-mules will come ensunning now the wideners of shrinks and rings
O, red movers of daddy-fools will come engunning now the sirenisers of pinks and strings
La, i have listened to fathers and my ill mum must leave a will to patronisers while gold springs
appear entirely engulled with small islands; and
Ooo, when passengers to pig sucks along clams a citadel of cans gets hurtled with england's
keen and present scams

O, red movers of sister-moods come eating edams while cheesers in desks enkid brigands
La, i have over-seen spleen-clans enspiring Eve-Adams with geezers whose engriddling Woman
appears necked over some canny knee-sides
O, incredible fevers will enmother dammy wives and sky-scribers must shout out aloud for treason
and, sss, we came up god's hills

huh

*
here there are some five and twenty pastry UFOs becoming cake-crushed beneath a strawberry blade
O, as fissures cut gum, a chewer of family must use drummings to snake-cross a venomer with jade
O, and eyelisteners, mummed, ensewer softeners with IFOs and, sss, some demure martians will enslave
buttoners of ear-glisteners with a mutton moon and an easy wigwam
O, here are some five and twenty ravens that caw at the neon dark whence sweet lambs baa for chicken
..
and, what with windmills gone, weepers of rats claw for Zion
and, what with funnellers gunged, weepers of bats claw for tigrons
sss, a beckoner of tunnel-boys, thrummed, has overturned me now while daggerers get blunted by kitchens
O, listeners to iron-riders sea-deploy harnesses from a trapiste's head to a sea-smile
and, sss, oven-embers may well sea-employ huge red dresses to sunder jobs with dials

Uh Uh Uh

*
these aged acrid semen-sprays i once saw at the sides of my grave come shooting clovers now; o, beds
will forever bounce as siren-caves must ensward red brides with trays and, oo, we hurl drinks from cliffs when
fairy-devisers enmouse a rattler with musk; and
oo, what with windmills closed, fig-fuss becomes raided by seasand; and, o, bedsides will forever murder mien
and, sss, a bodier of a drill-rose loses sweet pus
and, sss, a carrier of a sweet rogue must ensleep tusks with summiters and oaths

oo, what with farriers aside meat-poles, a pisser under cusps will enwither grey boats with some horned fists
and, sss, a pooler of pies sinks thumbs into hissifers and a corny can-crake creates a new space where dead wrists
appear deified by mad boys and ferrets
oo, as rummy dummy run appears wound in egypt-clothes while a murderer of rapes uses screws for hermits
and, what with windmills stunned, an eclectic hoody esoteric hereby enhouses drapes under stilts and remits
sss, a venal shadow-soul gets gritted with perplexics

ahh.

*
here are some nine and twenty pastry UFOs which sodomise a chanter with felators of motorways; O, when once kissifers
appear head-dented, a curate to monkies will hereby cunt-devise as planter of a naked wounded sea-trades
and, sss, once along a bud-mind, junkies to hills will abuse spunk-decide for enlubers of old gals and mictioners; and melders
come heltering down song as a hapless hedonistic happy memory ignites a bruiser of gold skulls with rams and city scalders

O, we will engarden some greeny garlands with Eves and loud Adams; and we must sun-share happinesses with lovely relators
O, and as ruiner of serums has to bend sense until all good things get well
La, a doctor to pushers has me inthral while some belled dammy sister siege snappers a love-sedge across losing dilators
and, uh, there appear to be some ten and empty evil heart-incesters come wallowing

Eh; Eh: some renal marriers shoot for de island with rootlers whilst bummers of winter gin-wine glisters underneath projectors
Eh; Eh: some spenders of carriers shout for de island
and, hereby come of age, we strum buttocks with harpy harp-hands that enstring wiveners with brime and sausagers whose pictures
roll some idiot vice across melters of vile rippers and old Woman

and the birthers of mumifiers will become encharted by some romantic roman map that banishes biles to rectal cushioners; La La
and, what with hurtlers under heels, de rocky raced heart-weal will come walloping some whipping boy with veils and pistolers
sss, a baker to a burner must centre dorms from rushy mind-meals
and, o, i get sent to wreckage as some jammer of mushy bed-fields becomes rancid and flacid and closed

Down.. The druggards of sweet villages knock directly across a fast door that leads us to a stranger; O, whence toadies and roses
enspout some dreary tombyards with cuddlers of family; Ohm, a director to whores enbleed grey rangers with bics and fluff morses
Ahh, adown in some tangerine town, sweet islets sweeten dromedaries while mind-maters of fazers enmanger greyers with mush-clauses
and, what with winders enshouted, a pouter of plexiglasses intermove some diallers to flavas that chant de mantra
and, what with winklers encunted, a router of flexers must appear to skull-soothe rivilers with china labia; uhhhhhhhh

Eh? Eh? as some enwanking cunter whose lashwide fannifier swells up and up, a hidden clitoris gets porn-pecked while shadow-forces
appear fragmented for enspirallers whose cashed woman summer-fires sluts from nuts
and, oo, hereby is my milk-raid that will rummage for deacons as winter-tyres will use a nut-blade for a nut-raid
Ahh, a baiter under fizz silk-scores odes to rills with dummy pans and then botties of spews; O, whence vein-flays entissue faces then
we will forever and eternally and always lay our slider of tummies directly across moss where we pick off pain then murder old hens.

Laahh There are some nine and scented pasty UFOs that enmodel a porny horny motorways with staggerers and coded gold pea-men
Laahh There are some ninteen zilion pentacled mazy IFOs come enshuddering while moany blorterers use swaggerers for de sea-men
and, sss, once along a blonder, all over this wild hurried world, a ladener of picky petallings will never die until death murders all seasons
Laahh There are some nine and sentried pasted UFOs that enmodel a pinky pisser of shuttlings cum hoodling for deniers seen in-season
and the labile noosers of hermetic penuries get star-wasted

ETERNALLY FOREVER.... And this washed world will curdle for titty spires whence a stover of biddy glass gets cutted by pylons
ooo, a beller of sea-psalms will collonise gull-girls whose riders under wards whistles and hurls a keen jewsharp at a strawberry curtain
Lah. And this washed world will hurtle for piggers whose ditty mumma enboards petrels with curls that enspleen petrol with sex-pythons
and, La, eyers whose meddling mills ensatan holy blakers with defamers of tear-wharves hereby strum salt rain then mop some sex-beacons
and these salintites of peddling frills will sink some balded cunt deeply down fearers whose punishers wrap malt-grain across oozers and waldrons

Eh?

*

there is once above my mind a softening story
and, o, we speak for love
and, lo, we weep for Gods
and a searing tale is now told about baby
la, de queen's canary whistles from lobbies
and a cagey cuckoo king
consults now his sealed wing.

come rippling at a rose, a budder of springs
seasons sodomisers with rectal rings
and a deepener under leaves
sinks a dippy dick inside Aladdin's cheese
ah ah a donny owl hoots
ah ah a bunny cowl covers roots; and i
ease my head into de dedly cervix.

there is once above my mind a whisperer
who, cut from sound, hisses for Hitler
and a sodden sailed tale must be told
about witches, wives and feline molds
and, uh uh, a bodice undersands rolls a
sainted sausage thumb in a street star
la la, i account for lungs
la la, i account for guns; and my star
slips greying carkeys under dead Mars
.
come ramming with a rose, a bus in winds
plies easy digital hire from buzzy limbs
and we fall from a coach
and we fall from a roach
and we drive a lorry till death gets spind
by blue survivors and webby coats
...
doctors are hereby slaughtered by time's
eagled time-bomb
and an evil sun-gun hereby murders time's
sea-gulled mind-bomb
and, la la, my bedded son fazes for time's
crazy easy mum
and, ahh, a forking sad father's whine
weeps till reason dies
..
O give my soft regards to english vines
O give my hard regards to british swin
and, always forever, please forget sin?

END..

*
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

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 badger under naked mole-fire fashions fasteners from
drivers of easter-xmas guns
and a sauna-head enters into suns
and a belted mine-spread abuses foreign dumdums
a focal scream slashes across a vaginal ear-gun
and, lied, a floater, spleened, melts mindists from lungs

a tongue in a mooted city sees the roads between us
made cold and cruel:
sunny moon-desemblers loot a fist as a neon bus
brags about cool salt-sex-whore-stores
a motel in a wick sets alight to bodying fuels
and a moden model hotel
slaps a pinker across a hostel
and a drinker whose muscles wane must fool
all kids, all dads, all mothers

a badger under naked mole-fire fashions fasters from a
duper of dells that weaken as they sell
blonded blue-bells to sovereign reapers of dumb cells
and a sauna head, sweat-read, ponders upon old bells
a driveller whose hostile cock-piece dons funerals
will suddenly sunder hearted clock-fleeces
and, sodded, thunderous clockers cry for faeces

modellers of mind-shafts sup a cut from a blue nut
modellers of cunt-casts snap a scatty blenched slut;
a foreign 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 blind mallow sheds bright fires with soakers
and mind-tallow sends knife-fires to slept smokers
and cold 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 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, mazy eerie sirens
cast clammers to easter serums inside xmas-blood..

*
and a candy castle falls to candy pieces
ho, a familial parcel
opens up to reveal a soul; and old faces
father faeces with fleeces
la la weedlers of dying trip red rain
o a candy castle will cut upon rivals
and we clasp wool
and we dig for gold; and we mine after
shit-heads when
balded beds drip upon a fucker's tether
,
we are drugged by daddy buses
we are cut with sky and daddy crushes
collapse into green shadow.

a sea of super men swells up for a
pissed post-mortem where closed cars
cry as they drive
and van of wives tinters into travel,
and a sea of subhumans whip eyes
with treasured guilty muscle

and fish-shaken docks in the seas
marry cells to gaoled hived teas
and a blown neon scribes
write dead words for old tustled
mutant rolled women.. Ah, rivals
attack sex as we flow downstream
..
a candy castle falls to candy pieces..
hah, a baby on a wall
falls, and becomes an adult gaul,
and we raise romantics from
sashes and bombs.

*
"The purpose of Poetry is to
Sum-up the misery of the Universe..."

*

Copyright JDB 11/06/2022.

*

work-in-progress title: The Facelessness of One Zillion Necklaces
first draft pome then poem-song

 

the facelessness of one zilion necklaces hereby enskies a bruiser of a candy world
O, with endlessness sent to suede mazes, mentalis might surrender to de girls while
baggy panties made-up from scent enrage after pettlers of murderers and dead-smiles
O, with emptiness sent to weird graves, sirenisers in deckers enswing a naked sea-girl

and facelessnesses of nine zillion knicker-cases enbride a loser with falsettos and tattoo dials
O, a chatterer found in lost times will eternally get
skirt-gritted; and a holiness inside crossed minds star-steps directly across old sundials;
and, sss, we must encherry a liar from a crisscrosser whose poo-poo floss fucks up

everything...

*
these feckless venal sky-happening blowflies gash some blue glass with slashers; O,
when once piglets grind, a mettler to soul-flies become ephemera with cancer; Oh,
as a bodied bone-dilator affixes dudes to crow-lives a bender of balloons used oaths to
sodomise bled elevators with deadly broods whose eye-hive causes wasps to cry then rove

directly across signum
and, sss, a painter of ouija-pointers gets surrendering a marble planchette to holy mole-holes
oo, when once daddies pray, happy anointers move some sex-fardels to sweet tears whilst bowls
become eagerly buried under darkeners of a nude pause and a killed grave; and red souls

get burned to silent death.

*
whence entreaters of domed failures intermood a sweet smile with yesterday's slaves, a neon will must
come easily wangling across grey stairs that lead mammy to killed kids
O, a vast bird seems naughty; and, sss, some dotty vulture-child must rot across hills when
summery autumn-winters come caressing lips with lickers and chillers

O, a moistener, enbirded, must shovel cliffs across grids while a flavourer of mirrors transcends
me and my lovely puss to a lost idol
and, sss, eyers have certainly cried for lies
and, sss, riders have instantly cried for minds that interweave deniers with dylon and hens

and, La La: red crematives arrive home to successful arson and cold fires use sin for pens
and, La La: bled dementives arrive home to find next-doors pyromania made-upe from dens
and, oo, a night-long mumbling running grave must enprison us with felinities and sperm-friends
and, oo, me and dizzy mentalists sunderise naves then die, die, die

and, oo, these mad words get hooping for darjeeling as riders of porn send brides to bookends

these embering midnight screamings become moon-clothed as a director of gems uses sex to
onanise me and my bright screenings to show, up and up, the casements of bins
o, we may well entertain blind sparrows
o, we may well accuse veins of bleeding pillows; but, o, keen flown life glows on and on as

metallers down wells must city-stain a cyclops of shadow with dark inks and holy black-class
and we will cretinise me and musk with all black gods and the amazing things thet grow
and, sss, may those who idolise Hitler must perish in latrines now
and, sss, may those who anoint Hitler and Benito will have to pay with life; O, i must overthrow
giddy vineyards with black genius

and these unemcumbered rowdy racist poo-schemes will come murdering swifts with swallows
O, a rocky rotator sea-found in some revolving bath must swill guns then store fists in de gallows
and these dizzy feely tanked cock sum keeps some big guns in the oven
O, a crooked fleece must enfever detours via mums when kissers use cars for grass onion

Lahhh There is a glib church on a fatal hill; and there is menfollk near that sleeps inside windows
Lahhh There is a model skirt upsidedown; O, weepers will shed beer-tears whilst bridal sex-shows
come under a bloodied star-flirt; La, we will comment about pastel-spears that paint killers; and, O,
hereby comes, directly across hurt, a driller of meals with wimpling burger-cock
and, sss, somebody's abandoned slagazine must stella-fix some digger horse to silent rot

Uhhhhh Once along a lost time, a delver of dust must transfix mamma with sauce and blood-shots
Uhhhh Once across a dropped mind, menkind must star-strip sparklers while skirty blind cots rock
directly aside of loss and a stop-cocked sea-mine
Uhhhhh and these marrying islands enfasten bee-bines in stinging honey-bindings; and, sss, de gallows
must enmurder pure fleas with some vaginal grease that enpillows body-grindings with bellows
and i shall enter again into the green Zion of de waterbead
and, sss, i shall come again for genoas and life's green-haloed locked Bethlehem

*

Ah? And the addlers of efts and adders got gutted just today; and, what with mind-bells gone, an easy rider
will forever and always and eternally become busted
And the eggers of deaths and lovers got slutted today; and, what with cross-bells gone, an easy rider
will forever and always and eternally become lusted
oo, a tigon in the lyon-dark comes interhearting crooked crews whose use of blown cellves uses pipers
to giddily bible-prise some hidden peroxide blonde whose marriage to jesus will pornify pokers of lifers

And peckering penile sheaths get well overused now; and, sss, a weaver of judases petrify geezer-pilers
ahh, a pusher of renal orange treats uses menfolks for clouds;
and, oo, when once picklers feed meat. a renter of wards will enscore blushers with madding murderers

Lahh

*
The hecklers of keen Hector and Andromeda come enchanting after some idiot mad pussuy mandala
O, what with coded mammy fathers come enrouting sea-definers, lovers of buns will shout for maraccas
and, sss, we will sermonise some spindlers with drum-pouters while draggers of bums will encell incenders
and bad boys bend to God
and lady laddies send sex to luds while a keen maddy winder ripens; and some cruel cage on a clifftop

gets happily bleached
and. sss, we will extend some gravy darkness to muddy sleep
and, sss, we will compend some daddy sadness as we listen to god's blues sounds; and, oo, weepers will
come surrendering books to guns
O, a peddler of murmurings hastens, here and now, to kindlers of loved screw and fascinating heart-hills

Uhhh hecklers with tits in two hands feed some naked breasts to defectives; and, with lashes starred, rills
become slittering for picks and sea-clams;
Uhhh hecklers with pricks in small hands feed some fated puss-nests to detectives; and, with ashes stirred,
devillers of pictures will become as easily made as a digger of lust
and the gold gods grip to fashion while dressers cause daddy actors to encrust england with washy map-pearl-pear

Luh.

*

couplers, stranded, idolise a mute face that god treads
musclers, studded, extend suits
under bony british pain,
and, oo, once seen dead, a mutant face that love treads
will smoke up then stain
all lusted thumb-drivers

couplers, stranded, idolise a routed bed; O, bed
rocks the cardial sleep-world
and, lashed by tasty sleep-girls,
we summon ashen wives from easy pearl-curls
and, la la, a station in ten waves
gets fed to trains as easy graves

feed pleb-glass.

*
once i saw a sad world made cheerful with tears
o once i observed the mad,
and, these dead days where asylums use spheres
must send laddies to closed cabs

once i saw a sad girl made cheerful by old fears,
and we observe the photograph
and we conserve a sea of masques
and, la la, eyers of shrillers must pay for

killer graphs

*
o, we extemporise a moonless sea
o, we rend chilled minds
and, car-loaded, rocketers with bees
use honeys for queeny wine
and a dumb dollar pays for timed
british money

o, we extemporise a moonlit tree
o, we send rivers to soft shows,
and an eater of fountains
will surrender cars to ole fountains

as easy sovereigns breakdown
then evil herons will seize de town
with vacant scissor-snips: crowns
abuse all seeds

*
these are my mallard days
these are my lasting poet trades
and, oo, as i lead cats to water
then deniers use dogs for doctors;
and an easy devil
dances under angels

these are my mallard days
these are my endless days when
i spend all poet-times sleeping
and eyers have to scream?

o, we extemporise mamma
o, we rend treetops,
and assaulted fields use mana
to wash defiances down
across raining mind-Downs

la la, nylon hordes abuse
sad recusant heroes
and a daddy moor sounds
a bleeder of a yoyo;
and riders under ponchos.

*

.Saline scissors slash a pink vein under
Sweet rammed ice
when once a pig of light sunders
eyes and shite
then saline scrapers suck green raves under
dogged dunes and
a sea of rolling kites
and cats in our hair must don drips where Christs
listen to sex miked
swung sung bummed
wide girl lice
sssss..

we enter into booths as darling phantoms hear father
wedded to a funeral liar
ahh as palmed picks prise a desolate spade from fire
then men will baptise their crooked fingers inside an
American funeral pyre…
We hire from head and foot
Then blonde brined blood boot
And, with bootless cries, a car’s root
Concertinas
Way, way down
False roads and the bodies…

*
O as a false field is killed, then a blonde baby
Tie-dyes dills and ashes
Sss as a faked yield dies, then a hot dark lady
Rams down her city clashes
Zzzz

Empires under dust drag drapes, and mashes
Meld a mental moon’s
Cats and rashes
Zzzz
There is a dead hill nearby that cusks cold cashes
And we will ravel where
Delved bods bend riders and bad bared
Vampire sea prayer…
A wed sail is dropped
, a red grail is locked
And old fingers are shared.

*
Oo we shall clasp mad glass inside tawny sex towel
Ss we will suffer wine as bold banged owl
Digs dusts with drilled hair
Ahh as wound flava forces genes to cry, then greedy glares
Lap locks from swayed salt snares
Sss

As a granite lasher lays kings with wives, then genoas
Must laden moors with slapped sheet sheep
And, lo, where once a glasser grazes springs
Then fast fierce fazes fizz for mills and loud meat
Oh

Here, atoned by sloes a balked bed on a clifftop
Glides where fallen suicidal lapped rock rots
Veins and vases
And I will lift life’s Isis as a bled bine cuts
Ropes and glasses
..
Vast men move and roped mines melt
Like a bright pelt.

*
the looseners of laddy radios strings songsters with
ashen rhythms
and a dollar and a dime pay for england
and a wallah in a spine
combs pompidores with missives
and easy epistles to dead minds get sent to pigs
and easy mental screws
send lover notes to murdered sealed villages
o, a sunny mad boy listens forevermore

the darkness of a domed park kisses ribs
o sadness, drugged, sunder arts with kids
and a moggy theatre, maced, has to fib for a
naked market where apples pay for sweet figs
and, la la, weavers of chapels
get sent to country sleep
.
the looseners of daddy rodeos strings horses with
mute candlemass and a pony in a crib;
and searers of islands drag city lakes for sweets
and, o, men say YumYum where coded mitts
carry arms where no hands shine.

*
dykes sneer when love shutsdown
o easy tears use men for closed towns; and
eyers of city seed
must glow just like greed

dykes, speared, shine for gods as england
comes dreaming about de devil
la la, an easy ceiling drops
la la, an easy darling stops
dead as a mind
and, oo, a brainy headpiece uses rot to
sunder cots with cool Ireland

dykes sneer when lovers use hot pans
o dizzy drinkers lop fevers
o easy thinkers lop killers,
and, as we fly, then we touch rivers
and, cased, fled gems cut odd mirrors

looseners of blood-herpes capture a
glazier of a crashing godhead
and, lied to, lashing sex-breads use cars
to concertina in a sea of trippers
and, in a dead void, we raise Leda from
a puller of jumpy lip-hearsed sonnies.

the eager fools who swallow salt-drums
will have to listen to biscuits
and we put silks under soft seasons and
we put sweet buns beneath wigwams
and we don cool shawls
.
*
dangermen sheer off dangerous ears
o strangers to tears
lick false fast spheres
and a beded mask glides down fears
and we have known too many years..

*
the tonguers of terrible tarot-dancers will hereby hear a major arcana
come sundering gobs; and ouija fathers spill i-ching across dada
and, once sermonised, rammers of feathers appear sent to fever then
easy eye-drummers must use a table for a chair
O, riders of rotated dusts loosen
O, drivers of dilated musk comes oozing sands from naked chickens and
as we serve hands to garlands then a baker of guns must use islands for
dragglers of curs and evil Pan-Man

the dummy days i have used too much will now silence me with warped
wolf-ward because, too easily moved, hills now will silence families
with smelterers; oo, eyers look down: a statue in a sweet towns walks
across miraculous beds that sirenise loud sounds, a baker of stalks
gets bunny-butchering mad rats with shrouds; and rapiers, morphed,
will murmur under ducts till j christs wail and wail.

*
"Poetry & Science are much the same
The dichotomy is the Void between?"

 

*
Copyright JDB 12/06/2022
© 29 minutes ago, James Edward David Bellamy adult

 *

work-in-progress     title: The Candifiers Whose Canny Sex-Coke Despises Rings
first draft poem then poem-song

 

the candifiers whose canny sex-coke despises rings get routed by hens and eggy rocks
La, as casual imbeciles carry cellves to red murders, a blorted mind-den cuts de cock
O, candifiers whose mammy death-drag gets enboned infuse stormed sentinels and eclectic chocolate shocks
and, sss, what with daddies fixing up a wreck for a sloane

eyers of fists will and must enheaven some milky yawners with scrittlers and bone
O, and deceivers enhill dust with engardened gun-shooty pig-gig
and, once along a mod mind, cavvies that use suns for winky pizz-prick will stone
all keen kindly sweet gentlemen

and graceful men will die for no reason and scented fathers wed lips to illing drones

*
the candifiers whose honey sweet-bars get some spreadable money use some jam-seed-stone
O, as fascinators ooze dairy, a pointer to sex guns downs invisible bodies and red-hot Rome
must become interlocked with the fatal Pompeii present
O, we will come sundering in a sea-harness where a daisy of a present engifts caligula cunt-combs

and, sss, eyers may well abuse a beaded loud prayer with some murdering god-loam
and, uh, as weedlers enbell accusers with dirtiers, a driver of mum guts hell then moans
O, we must fragmentise a sea of deluders while a cockerel gob clucks after easy faggot
and, sss, these words will extemporise endlessness

Uh

*
These easy city planners that use a painter for urban masts must interfuse dogs with maggots
O, as eaters of fizzy manglers internoose a ward with masques then donners of gods will
hereby scatter contagious slowing heartbeats across riders of casks
O, as eaters of buzzy tanglers use a digger for subhuman casts that endolly sexing hills
and, when once wept fanglers affix a writher for engardening pasts, a puller of de sex-deceived will

halterise a staggerer with manglers
O, we will hereby come space-jaunting after dogs and despisers whose eaten rifles must use rills
to suck up and up and up
La, and i will come here and now inside the green zion of the waterbead
and, sss, whence mean genoa appears made endreamed, masoners to leaves fall as trees wither

Uh

*
these are my sugary deaths when a seasoner to rimplers will come tumbling in a grey-green sea-varnish
O, while a deadener of desks engems a reasoner of crimplers to swim for dad and mum
La, we will endeaden the sleasy dead as a signaller of fevers gets dimming
O, and we shall use some dizzy bed-spread for receivers of dummy weanings

and, sss, i must resound for pissy bread-beds
and, sss, i must listen to all keen wildlife as i make my way to animals and their genius suns
La, a pecker of dusk enblues lovely cats with some eternally friendly pet-garlands
and, sss, i will attend to wild gods

and, sss, once along a sweet pet-mind, weepers that shed tears for the sacred animal-dead
must, with all vets made wild, heal the heavenly animal-dreaming
and, when once piglets get spliced, perhaps all mean meat-eaters will get cooked by ovenings
sss, and i shall forever and eternally and always sodomise sheets with evil animal killlings

La

*
i have easily jacked my fathers with some mummifying mothers; o, i have easily cured my false lovers
O, when once a sireniser of daughters strums terrifying brothers with some human sitar, eaters of fever
become instantly enmazed with a big world that enseasons hurtlers with guns
and, sss, there are some grey guns in a fascinated oven

and, sss, there are some fast buns come hen-roasting; O, and i have scented summers with dirt-finger
O, when once a steriliser of dark porters come thrumming, feelers of cabs must entangle cardial rivers
and, sss, these buddy words will aim to please cum with acid-ginger
and, sss, these buddy birds will aim to tweet for some sugary bridler of hotels and hostel-killers

Lah Lah and what with aimless body bivouacs come sharpening murderers with fire-fillers, mixers
become, here and forever now, a swift city of searing deaths; O, we will interfuse spires with twixers as
an ambulance under fear appears led to mass graves where criers erect trees from lost god-liars
and, sss, these wideners of sweet tears use up now all tea-towels and all idle needs;

Uhh we came unto our sweet world to extend a cool arm to fowl while bird-song lived for sweet seed
Uh we came into our replete world and, oo, we will affix farms to cowls whilst a nuclear sea of weed
becomes, with all fists raised, as enclenched for ribbons as a shop-window mummy
O, we must giddily fragmentise a venal girl with walls
and, sss, as timelessness issues a penal code for a cunt-cake stall will derive halls from closing sea-sleeves

O-La!! O-La!! some dirtiers with milk weepies hush faces with drapes and, with all talons depraved, geese
wither for angry swans; Oh, a pelter of ilk will mush faces with snakes
and, sss, once across de crack of dawn, weedlers in cases enpig denyers with hissifers
O-La!! O-Hah!! some tissuers of corn gets riding on de stone while peepers with murderers
become, here and fucking now, affixing desks to buildings

and i have seen some dead mad boys come back home to live with the eldery; O, i have sirenised spillers
and i have seen so many bad sad boys come homeward to find eyes as sweet as cherries
Oo, we must enchampagne with fistas and fistulas
and, sss, red gems will adorn the holy poor and, ss, red hens will anoint green farmers with depisers
and, uh, a withering heated original moon guts star-gutted

Hahh There are five and twenty UFOs left outside my cruel backdoor; and, what with river-designers
come chortling for drowners, a pisser of identifying indoors nunneries enboots smoothers with failures
O, we must enmission undergrounders
O, we must enprism thunder-loungers with sweeetening tongues and sweet hair that leads sex to mirrors
Hahh There are nine and twenty UFOs left aside christ's frontdoor
and, ooo, ashers of brine enpocket some buddy breasts with beestings and trips to some mecca-bingo-dancer-rider

Uhh the fardlings of lunar temper forces idols to encrest sugary female bone for broods
Uhh red starlings, drugged, ember-finger some idolators for memory and stoned carmine sea-bawds
and, sss, the signal sun-spine must hereby enscent some abusers of mammaries to renal city pores
Uhh while allotments cause concrete to quake, a vegetator whose mod mad malady grows spoars
hurlters appear baldly enclawed with dizzy papes that ease all too many fingers within daddy's claws
and, oo, whence picklers enstore pig with fizzy drakes
then all easy mind-stretchers must collonise all asylums?

O..The fleetest girl sex-fool i have ever known came enleaping a yellow trampoline with red seasons
O.. The sweetest girl bride-fool eyes have ever known came entreating mellow tambourine with gardens
and, sss, i shall idolise de wife-mule whose bum always gets whipped by a whipping pony
O..and, sss, these are the fascinated bearded words i shall inspect; and,
when once some perilous caverner enbeads bird-whorls with insects, then i shall trip then pine away?

Uhhh

*
these mad lost days that englisten red denyers with bread will hereby ensunder losers. O
while slaggers fuck graves a swooner that inspires pig with hills a baker of mumma oozes
some easily swallowed mind-dead
La, and i must interchurch some weepy bed-spread with some cock-chapel that feeds bruises
with eaters of guns and perches

La, and, when once guns expand some legal and lawful holy murder, a dilator of rats oozes
some eagerly awaited sky that star-nurses a swift still family that cuts musk from fatteners
and, sss, once along a smiler, catters of purses will spend some keen coins for a naked farmer
and, sss, once along a rider, pettlers to gods will come tumbling for latrines
O, as enprismed lost eye-writhers enmascara some evil thumb-fun with hearses

Uhh

*
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

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...

*
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

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

*
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.

*
a badger under naked mole-fire fashions fasteners from
drivers of easter-xmas guns
and a sauna-head enters into suns
and a belted mine-spread abuses foreign dumdums
a focal scream slashes across a vaginal ear-gun
and, droved, a floater, spleened, melt mindists from lungs

a tongue in a mooted city sees the roads between us
made cold and cruel:
sunny moon-desemblers loot a fist as a neon bus
brags about cool salt-sex-whore-stores
a motel in a wick sets alight to bodying fuels
and a moden model hotel
slaps a pinker across a hostel
and, oozed, a drinker whose muscles wane must fool
all kids, all dads, all mothers.

a badger under naked mole-fire fashions fasters from a
duper of dells that weaken as they sell
blonded blue-bells to sovereign reapers of dumb cells
and a sauna head, sweat-read, ponders upon old bells
a driveller whose hostile cock-piece dons funerals
will suddenly sunder hearted clock-fleeces
and, sodded, thunderous clockers cry for faeces.

*
yes, a madam of a mad mind will send a breaker unto
a tidal sex-storm,
yes, a madam of a sad rhyme will send rattles under
screwers of rubies and fawns
and a bled falllow deer swarms hands when thunder
appears scented, just like a dead sweet child

and an eerie ripper uses foam for flights; and fathers
don aviaries when soft freed birds
appear drained, and soft freed birds flee from words
and a fool in both god's eyes
will surrender christs to sweet-sky
and a patient to Andromeda will wed Hector to
designers of puke-breasts

yes, a madam of a mad mind will send sailors unto
a widening of torn tracheas
and a woollen head-layrnx uses medea for pulled
belly boyfriends
and i am fascinating
and i am oozing pealings
yes, a madam of a mod mind will rent blabber to
curators of surged pure damage

and an eerie ripper uses foam for flights; and whores
may well catch a rat aside a calamity
la la, we weep for de cap
la la, we sleep with de cat.

*
"The purpose of Poetry is to
Sum-up the misery of the Universe."

*
Copyright JDB 15/06/2022.

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work-in-progress title: The Bedded Head-Kissers of Wedded Fists
first draft poem then poem-song

 

The bedded head-kissers of wedded fists got readily murdered by dreams; O, where stiffeners prise
dirt deaths, a cuttler of fissures comes spreaded across motels
and, sss, as a picture of sisters thrums, all picturers of Loss fuse some hostels with a neon bride
and, sss, as a father to mastered lunges mum-thumbs
then a cabler of lovers ooze crashers from loud pee-lunches
and the anointers of brothers must hereby shelter punches aside dragglers of damsels and dry dives

O, as dementers of fevers encrust flies, a curate to cases enwive demeter with fast easels
O, and defamers of feathers must eternally and always and forever cement kids to seagulls

Uh

*
The reddeners of heart-sisters appear jarring where hedons stop; O, we will enter gas under tyres while
some miraculous father under tears gets carted to prayer
and, sss, when once a mumbler enspheres wrecks, me and my nazi toys will hereby render sweet smiles
from count counterpoint to a new yard that stands aside god's hair

and, O, we will extemporise sweeteners with rats
and, what with family fardelers come arousing pig with paps, a nuclear soap-cat purrs as dogs crap
La, as lost memories fade, a pillar of lungs enscissorers devilers with banana-dope
La, as crossed melodies fade, a river of mums enrivers encesters with digs while papping doll-saps

loosen under rooms which serenade deniers with moltenisers
and the truly original world, with cunny phlanges gone home, gets turned to city stone
and, sss, i drove for female
and, sss, i rode wards with madding hands
and, sss, i radioed birds
and, sss, i used fans for eagles; and, o, emberous now (with all arms clenched) a delver of bones
becomes head-strung
and, oo, a beggar for guns gets given some false coins
laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Uh

*
The addlers of fart-features appear curving for bald bawlers whose crying faces die for rapes
O, as peddlers depart, a user of blue prats enmissions world-stallers; and, sss, we will eat snakes
and, oo, i rode from hell
and, oo, i rode from bells
and, oo, i used some fangs for cells
and, sss, a digger of tongues hereby sermonises some churchy gable for human wells that drown

The addlers of heart-creatures appear trilling for broads
and, oo, i rode from hell
and, oo, i broke a prison cell
and, oo, i wove some wanker chain across bald beds that spin round and round and round
and, sss, i shall forever weep for ladies
and, sss, i shall eternally study lost babies

Uh

*
The rooms in which i used to live have hereby become as empty as an old-time hall
o, the tunes i used to kiss have hereby become rendered from centuries
La, and i ride a horse-flower
La, and i arise from saucers while a picker of hours comes rootling for closed brawls
and centuries of mad men hoot for smiles

These rooms, led to doctors, come entissuing sweet reminders of ceilings
La, i rode from dunes with god's arms closed
La, i rode from runes with lovers deposed
La, i arose from centries while spiderers with webless eyes came daughtering red buildings
and, sss, a statue of babies sea-dials the wet past

Uh

*

*
These are my eager rooms in which i once lived while left alone
O, there are some meagre fools near who liked to smile
and, sss, i arise from seizures to find tears come crying along some skin and bone
and, sss, i arise from mirrors to find spheres come writhing
O, there are many eagre rooms here that thunders after fuckings

and, sss, i arise from fingers
and, sss, i define dad's rivers; and, uh, with wept hands raised, a gobbler of drones
will fragment every single homeless killings
O, i have scented my city river with de Thames
O, i have rented de guys to scissor; and, sss, eyes get dried

Eh? I am using my lady driver to ride me to Eden
Eh? I am moving my baby biker to bike me across England
and, sss, what with demonisers come hurrying seas across sirens, a darkener moans
directly across kids whose mummas get separated from dad's Cross
and, with twisters of girly whorls dying,
we will, forever and eternally now, use a mind-mix for a sea of dreamt sky-stone

Uhh i caught the last bus out of town
Uhh i brought the past into my small home
Uhh i roped some deaths from my wasteground as passion caused flats to crush
directly across mines where defamers of killers bed-bruised me and my girl's tusks
sss, as diviners grip on hair then a nakedness of shrapnel will cause dogs to sky-mush
instantaneous scrappers with grey men

Lahh i boarded a dead train
Lahh i jumped a lost plane
Lahh i bunked for de Cross while me and my dead dad and mum fed a cool rat
O, whilst spunk gets screened, a fanny sea will interweave islands with bread and scat
Lahh i boarded a dead train
Lahh i jacked my city fathers while me and my dead cat and dolly don a spastic mac
and the easily cheated dead come crying in a long lost forbidden murdered classroom
and, sss, happily murdered by guns, vagina oozes moss?

Uh The dotty daffy mad boys that danced in a tall field got dragglered
Uh The potty maddy sad boys that danced on a stall get daggered as shadows
get led to windows a pottering room-toy dresses suns with wrecks as gold meadows
come tumbling in a harvest gallows
and, ss, whence spinneys burn, mowers enmice old harvesters with canny comb-swallows
and, oo, as deadeners eat ferns
then a pisser who shits in the wind comes gabbling back homeward

and homes get burned right down to the ground now?
and sloanes, decked, ignite blood lunacy with cowl-shrouds that wrap skin in cloud
and, sss, what with lost nights come oozing cribs a driver to mass melts for crowds
O, once, whence heads burned, guns came screwing saddlers
O, once, whence beds yawned, skies came spewing dementers while gods of sleep
become, forever and eternally, in blue pie, chanting de mantra till sex kills sweat-meat

Uhhhh. I left home last Tuesday and I was born last Thursday and i will swing for heat
and, when once keen killers write, islands will enfawn de past
Uhhh. I left my green winter bride as eyes ensnared porn from masts; and, oo, meats
become fed to dommy daniel whose sandman feet sinks clog-legs under blenched sheets
and, sss, where father jimmy's farm forcibly fed wheat to shrinks a tundra-beach encreeps
some daddiers of outelbowellers with dammy bed and rammed sheep

and, oo, the dead come back homeward to find the livid dead come sharpening sneeks.

whence radio embers enter some dud noise in a loud rhubarb channel, chatterers speak
O when mondo dissemblers enter some dud boys in a proud venal annal, canels will speak
O as a tawdy buzzy entonsured mentor ensmothers skin deep within camals, then grey sleep
may well, with twixed ears whining, come descending spind meat from damages and gal-sleep
and, oo, as shriveners lear for sidlings, some antecedent of sins ravels for villages that
come sirenising some dizzy green genoa with a shent bed-command which forces sleep-rats
to engarden evil gardens with mumma moon and monkies

and i have eyeballed a dangerous christ-life that cow-feeds diamate to gizzards and cut bats
may well become as naked as the new day sun
and, o, i have eyed me and mine
and, o, i have descried bled murder to suburban mind while shakers rout de cocks; and cats
come adorning heaven with feline memories
and, ss, we will suffer for soft sea-swine as we scattered elms across oaks and pines; O, fat
becomes collonised now where lost bees burn to buzzed death.

Lahh swerving directly across lust's numberless beaches may seize some waving pepilepsy
directly from mad melodies that enscent a mumbleness
and, oo, the birds of God sing for Cheerio when a deadly devilness reads palms with dust
and, sss, a router of de cock enmetals some closed men with maladies and lamentive musks
and, oo, these goosed words may well whorl
and, sss, these noosed girls may well swirl lightning into waters

and the blown burnt daddy moon comes issuing champagne to severers and enforcers.

*
ooo i took a butterfly bard to an eagled space
where the earth played baseball with my face
and, loped, my mamma used dad for mace when
a big bird spoke to me;
and a sun at sea sheds candles under gems
and a gun of grease
grieves as she guns babby down; and hens eat
lazily laying prison-gulls
and, laden with molls, a gangster under sleeps
carries mural friends to daughters and skulls
and, oo, miraculous hedons gag with happiness
and, oo, rented doll-spectrums deal after
major arcana and de lady in mother's fathers

and bols may jack my laughter where razors
shave a crooked fanny from a haired lipped
buzzy boyfriend of grey men and idiot flavas

and here and now cometh the ice man and, la,
here and now comes the son of Pan
and, ohm, where we hold to Ram then we star
in a trendless movie about abandoned cinemas
aahhh, a bleeded baddy has to crush de flowers
and, o-la, a natal laddy has to crashdown for a
milky birded past that awakes inside a showered
vocal cataract of mod days and model christs
..
once upon a year, i can hear the tears when
darting daisy darlings disappear into gems
and eyers itemise my telephonic world when
weavers of fashion slide a beer down chickens
.
uh uh uh uh tutter tutter tutter teasy tins?

*
o what with biscuits in the cisterns &
silk-lips down the u-bends
we will suffer as we penetrate sand
& a bone of necks must don men
& a sea of punches must seize slammed
dizzy blamed bodies.
...
a screwed sown summer ledge heals
giddy buttered toddies
& a we will pull life's reins as weals
whips a genius pony
& we shall incend riders with lonely
bacca babbies..

oo what with biscuits in the cistern &
sylvan slitties down the fan
then we must supper for easy hands
..
lo as we force a face under clams
then we suffer cakes beneath scram
& we yearn after gilded clit-canned
cagey westend groupies?

canine catty riders eat aside smoothies
& an easy brother loosens
bruised bonds where lonely ladies
chant a blonded mantra...

o what with buns down the mean road
old kids will halt when slow-crows
caw at a bendy beard...Oh Oh Oh...
ehhhh

Ahhh men..

*
yes, & as for the graves under salt-tips
we must surely squander
visual vast lips
o as we dig for naves, then ashed strips
must wallop Fathers
& a bren of iron eats into spun sleep
& blown badgers die, die
Ahhhh
& a rat takes it at the tooth
& drawled dumb sex-dudes
swagger after
moon deniers
although the sun is shaped from wine
eyes will always
don mental dune-spines
& a rosy rill of screens rattlers under
watery wounds where closed graves
run green beds out of sundered
sallied sleeves
.
marked by fished nets, we turn for light as life
lingers within caged killer christ
O a bulge of broads stabs a hot biddy
& a nickled knife-life
lays red balls to musical fire-diced
doggy dangers?
yes, we will count on vents where body-blues
bleed blue halls to silent death
....
the swined herds of the dead fill
heaped hot whored hands
& a drill of birds must sex-kill
female laves
& a bed of trades pays for krill
& an easy salty pharoah
must rock against the heavy
O
when once a hill of lips buries
burned dulled money
then a prison hearse will ferry
dogdays unto a chipped cherry
O
the spined herds of the dead fill
dolly fjords with dicky brine
& a wallah to a girl hears a dill
dragging panties under
big lobbers of lousy slut-tundra
O.
when once red hornets hum
after shrillers & female lathers
then the dolts of a sildler
jam cats with
happy liars..

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

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

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

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

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

*
"Poetry & Science are much the same
The dichotomy is the Void between?"

*
16/06/2022

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work-in-progress title: The Distractive Delvers of the Dead and Gone
first draft pome then poem-song

The distractive delvers of the dead and gone hereby clarify veins with butters
o, a miner of feathers fuses medlies with sea-hands
and, sss, as faces fly high, a defacer of rigs comes pelting city islands
and, la, a painted rainbow hereby accosts jigs with suns while evil ole lovers

swig some liquid gardens
and, oo, we wil enladen gardens with bell-pushers
and, oo, we will engarland seasons with cell-crashers
and, as fixatives become knotted, a builder of dells will star-stain all mothers

Uh.

*
The protracted riders of thed dead and done hereby envenom drains with lovers
o, a driver of saddlers comes shouting out aloud about farmed brothers
and, sss, what with feathers at love's sides, a dementer of charmed killers use fingers
to extemporise kids with leathers

o, a derider of suppers uses starved mind-head-body heat to cut mirrors with mummas
and, sss, when shadowers use calves for swine
a picture of billy goats entertains all cool sex with cellves and lousy fanny drama;
and, when once biddies choke, a bill of dirt-fayres swells up, up

Uh

*
The prolapsives of one zillion green children will surely come to grass
O, when easy smoke-drugs forge happy women, a father to lungs use guns for glass
and, with vineyards raised, hordes of clappy cluck-chickens get gutted by sweet gas
O, when easy soap-mugs forge crappy butter men, a barge of pets gets fed to sweet masts

and, sss, with voices raised, whoring lover men encarve mad gob with desks
and, what with windows closed, warring scissor gems encrab loves with father-jesus
and, we will enmouse all roses
and we shall skin-crowd mentalists with hoses

uhh

*
These are our mallard days that lead red spires to chiming bell-blood
la, these are our ballad trades
and, sss, what with sirens under graves made young but old, city mud
comes enswigging dizzy old towns

and, ah, a neon nylon baby will get pram-rotated while buggers of love
must, with sweet arms stretched, cause lovely children to flower
and, sss, a chasm under veins will lose now
La, a bedded miasma uses cyclon-mummas to fragment luds with blood

Uhhh

*
The olfactories of a blocked nose-mind must ensphincter all dust with maladies
La, a bender of lost gob gets sodomised
La, a painter of crossed god gets verminised
and, sss, what with faces stopped, idolisers of scented pig comes crushing families

and, sss, what with laces cut, uses of old shoes get rented to a dead kid
La, a bender of bossed gob gets fragmentised
sss, once along a bobbin, a sweet bob haircut enstrums a harpy head-piece
and, oo, a lime tipsy mad wind parts its prats then poos across memories

Uhh A femure-grinder that gets used for murder serialises a drama-killing, and, luh.
a devoter to eager sidlers becomes wedded to fever while some mumma-millings
encombs some honeyers with refractive prism-rivers
Uhh A demure coded lost cat gets eternally mourned

and, what with statues crossed, bats get eternally stormed
and, oo, a granary, bossed, becomes vapid as insidious grease cries and cries
sss, a picturing canvas-cross enissues deniers with invisible viscous wives and eyes
will eternally and now and forever enshutter grey pig with laziness and dead tides

Oh. Some crazy muffin has made-up men from killers; and, at the sides of scribes,
weeblers become enstuffed with puffing flasks
and, oo, as men used a soup-flask, a mazy old timer comes shouting for daisies
Oh. Some crazy boffin has made-up sin from swillers; and, at the sides of eyes,
weepers become tear-stuffed where no sun lasts

and, what with dickers underwater, easy guns come routing de past with Numbers
and, what with pickers underslaughter, greasy bums come shooting ripped Mumblers
and, oo, the wild world dies today?

Uhh, true mad tides turned for xmas-easter as bluesers, busted, gave head to fondlers
Uhh, true sad scythes appear sprawled while diviners of cruisers give lead to pushers
and, sss, we must ignite dizzy drawled eyes with refiners of couplers whose danglers
appear, here and forever and now, cum shooting gal-gum aside pettlers of dudes
and i shall send some cold chicks to Mars
and i shall ascend guns where coded cars use concertinas for blood diaries; Oh,

Eh? The dizziness of cunt-picklers thrum for cockers; and we will say goodbye
to all of our dickings as spunk-hitlers stun walled rockers
Eh? The easines of junk-splittings become sodomised with bellers of shut eye; Oh,
a venal baiter seen at sea gets gusted from veins as good men shit in the wind; Oh, roses
become silly and by tulips thwarted
and, sss, easy eaters of thin lips entissues a doomed denier with lousy lost sex-defenders

Oh the cocklers of some fascinating cocking-horse hoots after bins; and, ss, death-deflamers
interfuse some rattlers with mum-thumbs
Oh the packers of some procrastinating eardrums cover spermy cases with cheese-n-potatoes
and, sss, we will intervine some classic vineyard snails with sluggards
and, oo, a postitor of prostitutes must enmurder bluesers with draggards and lost shakespearos

Eh?? whence radiographies rend sound from red noise, a parchmenter to hands becomes
invidiously lost within scabies and howlarounds; and the dummy drummy sea-hand uses lungs
to extemporise some bully boys with a mule-deepener
Eh?? whence radioed mod varlets share stools with American murderers, a rented screwer
becomes instinctively bibling for valley-prayers

and the true and original sun will wilt for starlights; and the hidden head-soul kisses fellahs
no more, no more. Lahhhh
as one more metal onion comes sharpening some drivered nailer-christ, a doggy for rivers will
become daemonised by wide wives whose dove-drum heaps ladeners with chocolate sky-heels
and a burner of spastic grapes will interfuse dinners with thumbs
and, sss, as doomy bedazzlers enfrill mentalers with petrel-plum, a vital signal will abuse reels
and we shall surely ravel into time until bakers enbutcher bods with stellla guns

Lahhh. The dirtying sliding scaring blood-blind that enpatches glaring rivers hisses for weals
and, o, i will wash my clenching hands beside diners where a killer lunchtime curses red deals
Lahh. The skirted body-badeas islands, cried, cause deserts to cram mirages under bell-meals
and, sss, we will instantly arise from bad brands while the crow of scotland ensenses closed reels
within some blue-veined fluter; and infectors of england moves sweet thistlers across oaters
and, sss, the bonnny kilts of wales and ireland
will entangle now dragglers of celts and ingenious govan pyre-men

Oh THE END.

*
whiling away my cortal hours, i learnt about disaster
o smiling, a greying metal-flower
gets grimacing aside fast showers; and farmy laughter
gets led to germy fathers
and a skull at night gets scattered across bone-blather,
and, once upon a mind, mettlersd of loss
use a fat sail for a bedroom
la la, eyers store sightless rooms aside kitchenettes
and robotic seizure-suns
glue robbers to epilepsy; and eaters of city guns
must drag darts for lungs

whiling away my focal hours, i learnt about fuhrers
and a naked boat gets sailed to sex-shores
and a naked goat sends valleys to ole city-wards
and, oo, i have espied a darling ballet in slippers
come grinding talons down from dusk;
and dancing easter-lads swing
and lacing xmas-lads sing, sing, sing
la, once above a mind, corridors used skin to
cut a fascinating head-wing

gone show-wild, i see a blonde sun heaping roofs
across sweltering divers of dyed drums
and we use jungle guns to shoot levees dead as
hoofers tweak tweeters
ahh, once upon a mad-tine, i used gal-pompidores
to abolish city combs

Ah

*
when curtal shards came whispering like a dream, then sunderers
came shutting kids in rain,
la la, an easy pug aside pain comes shuddering
and a dog under mugs toasts cats with a cup of coffee
la la, when nursed cars came shimmying, then idle fathers wane
till mammas hush and coo no more

gone show-wild, a saturday storm shines; O, a funny vein rains
directly down as a loud loser, mourned,
shins all sex hopes up a ladder; and detailers of ghost trains
campaign for bloods and bunnies

when curtal shards come whimpering, then a cat under skeins
get ridden by horseless city sleeping
and a codal birthday hearse uses eyes for mangoes as drains
get shammying for dirt, disease and lives
oh, a son of Pan dreams for herpes as Hermes, with tithes,
glows, just like a glowworm glows

uh, idolisers, seen filled, drape sparrows along factories
uh, saddeners, seen killed, drape pillows aside promontories,
and an evil deck gets budded with grey hanging cemeteries
and, oo, a lady horse gets fed to a midnight kelpie when dust
comforts the carrion Fall

Ahhh.
*
o i used to own a lady whose name was Madam Sweat
o i lived for love's sweet ruby
& i kissed the hot flea-hit
o i sued an endless baby whose cot was raised from iron
o i used a suit when easy dupes
donned statues made from lions

once inside a woken mind, we broke into the rain
o we are in awe of trips
& we dare not love again
la a partridge by the name of Moon saw pain
falling, falling...

oo my llttle killer gal when will you use a net
oo my ickle river gal
who are your going to strip from your pearl-set?
...
o i moved god's body as bobby broke sex
o i curled a lady's daddy
& a bled beard in a bag bogged after T Rex...

once upon a wet mind, we scattered grain
inside a gun whose riflers under cunt-cane
car-caged a stage of stains
ohhhhh.......

i idolise a rider of redeye- & veins
must snap god's gelled period... brains
snap-strain
kidders of dolters- eyes will crane
adown Adon as keen devils hill-reign
upon a licked throne's halter
..
naked japed jumped gemmed Escariot
heaps a herod hero where
factless naped impossible christ-cots
disappear adown time's prayer.

o i used to own a lady whose name was Madam Sweat
& i enter now into a guilty bus
ohh a tree of tomes trickles for baby-busts
& a car of lions dreams of dizzy pylons. Ahhhhh
uhhhhh

*
Cat fanghead and her daughter are coming out tonight
oh a cant-canner with false laughter
is dammning wives with gold knife-light
& a fanner of a river forces waves to flow, &
ashes snap a wafer which
sinks blue nunners under lips
& we pray for a christ-bitch?

 

*
whence gism in a plumed cast fills with masques
then a slashed sea-high helmets after fasts
& a pudding of a body crashes egg into vast
caravans of fanned flans & easelled clasped
bready beef-mien
o a bed of yolks yams after clams as romeos
raid a soul of fruits with nuked eater's yoyos
lo,,

where neatened diamate drills for dark toast
then a meringued blowfly famishes cold roasts
& a giddy galleoned minnowing gourami has oats
swirling in a edamed raisined baked seed
, lo

as for bedrazzlers of meals, a wiper of reeds
sharpens gravy ghosts with chisels under weed
^& we season smoke
with dummy cheese & fondant dope
& a sonny trickler of dammy meads heeds smoked
darling dartering dish-men who feed from greed
..
a diamate of demure denuded sea-fire will feed
both the sex and the son of Man?

*
the ghost of a bluebottle flew aside my head
o a god of cancer wing-hanged me from dead
waspy lives
o eyes of deaf scent shelled mamma as hides
rammed stinkers into chlorine
aahh

the ghost of a bluebottle blew away my bed
o a dog of camphors swing-severed
sold bitten ores... La, a slitted egg-rocker
rams dizzy fairy guns when a cop of leather
eats a creamed glitter bowel-dinner
uhh

after the fall, (when once we died), sins
may well supper for alien city pleasures
& the Fall of Man
crams curded Peter Pan with bare hands

ghosts of naked deaths develop camera sirens..
..
*
whence we boiled good hair then we amused
hitler's idiot ghost with a gasser raised by nudes
la a ghoul on ice
heaps a hater's slice
& we are spliced to bits where canal-christs
dollops draggers down the bayonets of screws
o

cabbies cast cunted callowers where mice
sugar-slather for eager eastern baby-lice
la we cast a cabbage on the land as Aslan
layers penis thickets with naked England's
dizzy tweedy tweeness
o

i jack a brolly with sainted verve as sadness
swallows naked twine
&, striped, a lion of wine toasts the madness
&, triped, a bowel of soft deadness
fucks a spawny sizzler with vaginal emptiness.

*
Ah, as petrol faces turn, then fawkesfires will
send doctors to cured quack-sleep
and arches, slain, supper for naves as red hills
sunder groans with splinters
Ah, as petrol faces burn, then fawkesfires will
send buried heirs to sad rivers

these soft days where i lay down god's father
come spitting across fear
and a fairground cross shudders when tears
flow, just like sweet wept rocks,
and me and madam macadam sear old feathers
and, bolted to cans, a silly summer's follies
send daughters to lost countries

Ah, petrol faces burn; oh a cattery uses trees
to star-topple fled forests from naked bees
Ah, petrol faces yearnl oh a family in leaves
lend canneries to the king's canaries; and teas
get well-gathered
Ah, petroleum loses ferns

these soft days where i lay down god's mumma
come spitting on blue rain
la la, easy blenders of swirled pain uses lovers
to send hateful villages far West
and a cat at sea uses dog-boats to shend deaths
and a carrier of closed decrial
feeds hooped suits to veinous penis-trials

*
*
Copyright JDB 18/06/2022.

 

work-in-progress title: Where Viscous Venal Toads Get Squelched
first draft poem then poem-song

where viscous venal toads get squelched, a rivering lakeside under rain
comes sinking gnarled fists into Kaplan's crippled sides
O, as faces glint, a weaver of lists will enkiss a naked bride with champagne
and, sss, we will get watching the wheels until a sudden killing arrests sheet-pain;

and, la, we shall eternally and forever come scattering dogs across paper grain
O, as shrouders intern an evil god-crowd, an insecter that feeds loss to veins must
hereby bury cherries in blue dust
and, sss, as i strode down Vinegar Street, i overcame rats then cried forever

uh

*
where elderly bodifiers become torn then stretched, a hooter whose head swirls
willl, when hissing, enchrist easy fawns with hurried loss and the rain inside worlds
O, some sweety comes sinking gnarled fists into Kaplan's hobble-sides while girls
get whooping it up and up
Laaa, a lazy daisy dromedary comes creaming

Laaa, a dizzy mazy moany mummy gets us wound in wagging tears while old words
become sacrificed to murderers;
and, sss, a wicked accuser of magic Man heeds slaughterers with stoned-gold birds
and, what with sidlers stunned, a belly of seed gets aching as kids use
easy ice-mice for frozen fast-cookers

Uh

*
where viscous fanny-riders use a dummy boy for a gal-child must interfuse dogs with daddy
O, and where spirallers use hives for books, a nataliser of wild musk must
shout out aloud after camphors and dead rooks
O, and where rivals to cruise hit to a brook, a maker of mummy gets sex-dazed now

and, sss, a canyon inside a mood enpups menfolk and filthy cock; and, oo, a closed crowd
entemples as churchyard fayres share invisible gods with impassable cakes
O, we will most surely chant after hair
O, we will most definitely en-slant a nuclear onion with prayers

Uh

*
and entigered lyon boys whizz for junglers; and, with scarves of blood come laughing in the cold
a lovage of a lady lullaby must enfist some prism-pans with sex-cars
and the eager summer babies get rocked to fascinating sleep; and, sss, we will hereby us old gold
to extemporise mamma with rabies

and, sss, a closed dog inside ribs races for fluke while holy animals summon drills from cold Mars
O, i must idolise a naked game of beds
O, i must fragmentise a fatal flame with tarot-breads;
and, sss, a matted heart-mind-stable caresses parrots and parrots speak for aged parakeets?

Eh..

*
There are hideously star-hidden active medusa-gorgons whose hairnets flow with graveworms
La, as fatalists interfuse car-riven pactive sedusers, a bummer in gin-slits crow after pleasure-perms
La, as diggers of menstrual spar-ridden plastic deceivers dig, a minge-mitt wilts
O, there are insidious parenters that lead eyed lashes to old rivers where chickens go to drown
but, when once the pig-sties break, some five and twenty egg-hens will use rivers for cock-towns

and, sss, we will advance some evil sky-production to sharpen sharders and rivers
and, sss, some naked Nile-men enpap a prisoner with de blues
O, a tyranny of teas gets spilt across dictations while evil satan-cousins ripen for coded screw
and, sss, a wild wife-world will use some cockatoo to ensoup a muscler with chinese merchants
O, as pullers write a lost poem's curve, a plenteous divider of puke standardises drink-meths

and, oo, some devil of a blithe girl enshields mien with devisers of dukes while defilers cut pets
with some glinting filthy teenage-game
but, sss, this original true sun above us abuses wine then scutters aside of smiles and smilers
and, La, eyers will come commanding the blonde-minds
of one zillion ill hearses that enwiden pig with spinney veined vines

Uhhh...

*

These viscous days when flay-dames use a mumbler for a fanny-horse
becomes entissued with cold hens
O, whence times flow up on high, women that sodomise wars will use force
to spinney-prise some idle God to wives
and, where eyes thrum, some evil bod-bruise welps after domes and hearses
O, whence times crew by, a nucleii of bud-noosers wil lather after rose-purses

and, where crime clasp to butter-bends, a looter of rapplers must sunder rode nurses
and, La, the grimy ghosts of mummas hush then coo
and, uh, i lived down drains for most of my teenaged life
and, uh, i caressed towns with asexual hosts of blind-bines and scissory sandmen
and, uh, suddenly i will find my very own gravestone come knocking after shamen
and, La, i entertain pied pins with mad men and lost homes

Uhhh The fishermen of dead mermaids must enleech some dairy dunes with spire-men
Uhhh The fisher-women of red sea-laves must enteach a some net-rooms with
codifying easy dealings
O, we must serenade darjeelings
O, we must surrender kids to de Void; and, sss, a capper of readings enbibles
some sovereign of tomorrows with time-hands

La, viscous dames will for certain use summer watches with crotch-men whose idols
come hissifying damsellers with ward-curtains
and, oo, whence petrol pig-prigs use heads for vines, a nuclear kiss will ooze smiles
and, sss, i espied some smiler mien come boozing
and, oo, the diddy mitcher-dead use sex for bread
and, sss, de daughter of God enshards coded chrome with renders of green lid

Oh? The uterine many faces of Nurse Delphene will hereby shudder after pegs while,
some mean way into sunday's score, a leadener of pills gets shafted down a throat-smile
and, sss, when unearthly children strike hells-bellls from prisons, a scatterer of soap-styles
come inky stinky defiling some dicky skirt with locker-guns
Oh? The uterine many aces of Nurse Bell-Bream will hereby shudder after spy-dials while
some elementary hoodlum-dazzler has to heal a sick sex-dream

Eh? Eh? Ehhhh? and some endlessly evil bag of bee-sting breasts gets enpissed with
elderly smiles that enwitch some trendless devil-slag that weaves red decks with rope-rigs
O, and some dissembler of mums stores some red guns in an oven as a maker of pig digs
directly under then down and down where a scented buried Medusa terrifies closeters
Eh? Eh? Ehhhh? and i espy a drainer affixed to voices underneath the sink?

Uhh. I overcame mad hitler's ghost while denuders of voces fragment ghouls from pepper
O, i will come to be instinctively raided by bub-infusers as a radio ham get fed to papers
and, sss, a noisy sermoniser whose scarred sky affixes dolts to lost video as bed-killers
hereby ensiren our five and country senses with baiters of vaults and cross stereos; O, piddlers
must interfuse some queasy quarky daffy pen-sniffs with matchmakers and lost shakespearos?

OOO...The enemities of enemy saw-suns get gluttering across a crisscrossing; and empty heroes
become, when once death gets done, as enreeling to dissemblers as to shutter islands under yoyos
OOO..The plenuries of family claw-guns get spittering across a pelican; and a heron-petrel enflows
directly aside buttoners of bookers and some stagey mutton moon
and, sss, we shall enfight all red hookers with raggy buttoned afternoons that lead pies to warders
OOoo. a glitterer whose evil bum-thumb slinks inside beddy gluttons
will hereby become as easy to eat as rotted pear in a biddy bride

Yeah..

*
Cat Fanghead and her daughter are coming out tonight
oh a cant-canner with false laughter
is dammning wives with gold knife-light
& a fanner of a river forces waves to flow, &
ashes snap a wafer which
sinks blue nunners under lips
& we pray for a christ-bitch?

cantangled quango men zipper after horse-hips
la. a room of angels snippers for
salt ripeners of blenched stems of skool wards,
& a swearing car-spiral heeds
guilty gobby kissy gouramis...

cat gangled, a wall of broaches pins Mammy
deeply down a brocade shaped from honeys
o a drink of light
swells up for beer-bites, & a sea of sonnies
swirls under grey god-nests
....
ah biddy brens shoot bitter hoots as seeds
scutter when ashy ungent pees on disease
& a train of toddies
cum-strangles molten mad mental weed.

unnatural natal mind-dunes here seize
coats of bees & blinds
& we draw a curtain round city's knees
& we darken all our lives?
..
bitten cock-shoots ride a hoarse dream
, &, where star-scoots writhe, then screens
will scream against cruel juiced jive
& the eaten pippers of the noosed writhe
inside-out when
meagre mallow mixes mice into Men.

we will moulinex malts with a pea-pen
, as a lover hoots by, then a prig's hem
will fall to death's hopped feather...Hymens
suck a plopped soldier
& a bench of boars pig-prod old diamond.

leechers of clammed lemons lap riders
la alarms of darkness
ride upon sweat porn, - Odes to oglers
hip for a dumdum....

*
The hand that rocks the cradle shapes the grave
Ten skulled fingers
stub the humours down
Death is the tomb of money and its bringers
The hand that rocks the cradle rapes the town
In the sallow spheres of bird and angel
where the parson crows
and the holy boast receives
death is the tomb of money as it glows
The hand that rocks the cradle rapes the seas
The hand that rocks the cradle shapes the grave
The hand that suffers life
is the pall bay in the coves
death is the tomb that snaps alive the knife
The hand that rocks the cradle rapes the rose
The hand, the hand that does down death
parries and marries
to the infant in the deeds
death is the rumour that murders as it carries
The hand that rocks the cradle rapes all need
The hand that rocks the cradle shapes the grave
The hand that rocks the cradle
shapes the angled seas
The hand that rocks the cradle shapes the grave.
The sun that is young lies buried in the weed.

*
apple-claws clamour for a small death,
ashen broads hanker for a sex-wrecked
bride of spoons
& a bed of bread slices fathered dunes
& we sail out to kill the moon.
...
icy dippers of dog-crusts heed spooned
parabulars of night & day
- as we bren after clay then we swoon
for hilly beacons where lost noon
heaps a dreamer under dead decked
todd rock..

apple-claws clamour for a mute death,
ashes, aped, bang a cold with decked
wicket sex.
...
wow, how now the goosers of tunes
cut a queen fisher from radio runes,
--
jackets of clouds loosen zip-looms
& bayed maisonettes slit-swoon
adown in a drip-ground
alllotment of deafening closed rooms
.
Oh

*
what with biscuits in the cistern & silk-lips down the bowl
we will summon sex-supper from a flushed hole
oh, a beat of salty sun-covers craps in three bends & souls
heap easy spirits where dogs of christ
stopper glass with easy mad men..
..
what with tea cakes in cistens & silkies under hens
we must study just how vaginal ribbers ride women
& a dirtied painter loosens His grip on easel children
& a model for failure hits a feed
..
yeah, we lean into the limelight as a bone of beads
dies, dies, dies........oh, a purse of pates dams need
...
*
& wheezing wild Gods grope for an angelled piss
o a sneezer's child
gels nudes & knickers where a killer daddy's hiss
dies just like he must
. & a dainted Buddha who sleeps in space files
dolly dirts when suns don't shine
..
once aside a mind, we drop death's kecks &
wooden anal sentries
table a dunny milk with souring saucer-slams
& a bolt of mirrors
murmurs under a wode of glassy gut-givers.

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

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

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

*
Copyright JDB 22/06/2022.
© 8 hours ago, James Edward David Bellamy adult

 

 

work-in-progress title: While Lost Manyana Men Come Sundering
first draft pome then poem-song

While lost manyana men come sundering in tree-harness, a drippler of damagers
gets, with twixed hands raised, as easy to please as mad dogs and lovely pigeoners
O, a bed on a fire will become slowly burned as massive attackers will use prisoners
to sky-stone estrangers with bluesers and ferns

O, a shed on a wire hisses for radio; and, sss, with vines laid, signals in perms must
forge-feed cake to ruby amber bloods
and, sss, a faces on the moon enfamilies horded horse-hydras with molten sea-suck;
La, a meddler to a lost good sun will hereby murder gobs

Uh.

*
when once doomy lady-drivers appear fed to a crashy concertina, meddlers to galleries
will, with some weird body plowed, sear bread with cakers and cavatinas
O, i will define red beards while i encloud a beer-bed with snakers and belly-labia
and, sss, once across defile smiles, a smiler in a torn head gets enshaken with failures

O, i come for nude mutants
La, eyes stall; and, with some acritude of skin, students of death use beads for mirrors
and, when once stores sell mums, a fatalism of spind prudence must shear wards
with endlessness and mind-head-heart-heeled loneliness

Uh

*
While washering laundry men use pants for vests, a beller of some beltane mind enswarms
eagerly awakening maladies; and, oo, we will use plants for fingers as we thrum for storms
sss, once across a thunder-hat, an unnatural baby interfuses wars to ripplers
sss, once across a bubbler-hat, a feverish mad lady comes donning caps; and soldiers
appear easily misled by the heavenly pasifist loved kids
O, as berries glow, some choker of a cherry gal wishes for xmas

and, what with fizzers gone home, a blancher of a girl wishes for easter-xmas
and, with ready saltings at the very beginninng, seasoners of enmissioner love-pig will
devise some greeny waterbeads from hollowed hens
and this wild world seems dead
and all smiles whirls aside dregs while fasteners of dukedoms
appear saddlered with synthetic lies

Uhhh

*
O, yes, there are wide wolverines who sunderise fields with whores; O, whilst lashes burn
a puckerer whose mums get pissed will hereby fragment kid with glass; O, whilst rivers burn
a picker of old ooze becomes sirenised with sweeteners
and the sallowed folks who lived under eyes kidders for murderers
O, yes, there are shy brides now that lend velvets to blueness; and, La, whilst killers burn

a scarpering car-wife enmasses crows with veins
and the heaters of sin, stewed, utilises bummers for radio
and the reapers of spind skins entrade some lovely men for racist pharoah
and, sss, there's butchering winds i used to enjoy here and now blow me down, like a feather
O, yes, a small fraction of our good times are spent laughing.

*

These are our keen heated hero-days that sex-feed veiny beds to claspers; O, as faces sleep
a keen reciever in dead sceens come whooping it up and up
La, a wanker for spun bed appears mummed
and, what with teamed men found on a real moon, masoners to sluts must rock after Decembers

La, a painter of meanies send towns to gunners while green traitors muscle for cock
and, what with swarmed kids in crowns sending some lazy villages to parcels, a rocketting whooper
will, here and now, enscream pigs with clowns
La, a shanker in a smashed sledge uses some summery winters now for ice-children

Eh? The renal pee-arousal of one zillion elderly hens here licks a sweet path to easy women
Eh? The venal sea-appraisal of one zilion evil gold men here enpits a neat path for chickens
O, and swifteners of red poetry trees come weeping at hens,
and, sss, i must enter into penuries as livid lost loves must send bad daughters to lost kitchens

and, uh, our world seems very dead today
and, sss, what with mother rosemary being fed to cold clay, a rooter of doctors use fiction
to extemporise the eager dead
O, a pusher of a puss-heaver lends faults to skin whilst common folks use beasts for miction

Oo. The deviser of fairy mums will certainly wilt and the dividers of sweet mums will enaction
doomy dirt; and, what with heads in red rain, shorteners of fierce theatre will come to engarden
endlessness with islands; and, sss, whence evil heart-deeds use atria for vented venticle dust-men
a comatosing cooker of ole england will come hissifying denyers of failure with
some inevitable sea-child who listened to waves then eagerly drowned.

Uh..I remember my long disappeared woman: her loud long hair had huge curls that used to
abuse everybody with shaven intimate jealousy
Uh..I remember me and my long dead mother come ruining dragoons with evil zealous; O, blood
once appeared to the very heart of me a zinging dad and mum and the way they did not believe in god
and, whence pacemakers move, eyers i have eternally seen must enscrew sweaty tights with dead blood
and, oo, a siren with shakers spewed, gutters in a closed park.

Luh radio earphones get wire-chortled in both ear; and, with heads appraised, a lonely baby will
enpetal me and heaven's gobs with murderous tears;
and mute tides seem deaf as a lover; O, a maker of beards cusses sweeny with bastards while hill
hereby encardiac screwers with pomanders
Luh radio headphones get fire-meddled in all ears; and, with devs dimmed, a familly beside a mill
must heed some latent dairy boy whose ladening fears go to sleep

eternally, now and forever...
and eaters inside some old fashioned habitat store oozes some burger-grease
and incesters of brides cum some flashy toxix takeaway food across meats
and, luh, we shall sort some bitten mod-butterflies with gravy and flossed sleep
o, a beggaring urban evil blow-eye has to hiss in England
and these dabbler-words cry out for babby and mad sheep
uhhhh
and mastiff head-bloods adhere flashes to some wood-nude that forces towns to maim sleep
and, what with silent truths come hurtling, a blorter of sounds use meat
to instinctively compartmentalise some waxy candle-boy whose soft tears ensheet
all time's embalmers with headless apexes and woman-heat
Oh.
& i have entertained some sad bad woman in heat & i am the sunny side of Ireland where Scotland
weaves a dilly sky from all welsh poetry; and, oo, remanders of monies enbride menfolk with hymens
&, where once gill-girls play, a mixture of both gob and flowers chants the pregnant star-belly mantrum

Laaahh? As me and some extortinate women of a deadend world came whooping up for bees, madams
came periscoping after double-chin farters whose easily feminised arse-bod appears hanged with missions
and, O, where the seamen in their fishy sea-missions encradle ghosts with old tears, i will die out now?

UHH.

*
the cornice of a lost home jazzes after
dairy brick
o a red swift lops lost bone as laughter
laughs at lips
& we may drop out picks

easy riders of romantics rot fathers,
teasers of drivers rock a dotted lover's
drunken sex-chant
..
the cornice of a lost home jazzes after
dairy crypts
& we dolly for daisies as death's drover
parks a valley.

*
as we paint flowers with dewdrops then a cellar
will bury ladies fingers in the yard
la, la i yielded a feline to a bard as old rivers
raced down to a sea of card
& we ladened after summmer where cold mirrors
scattered fakir's glass
..
once aside of lakes, a boat of scarves warped
wrappers of dizzy faiths
..
we faint for faces & we paint dolls when ice
weeps for oven-burnings
..
faceless fanned feathers feel after flown mice
& a sea of snappers roams a bird's flown christ
. - eyes under empires weep for lady rites
- wicked thunders walk pyres & cold kites
scrap the kestril winds...

as we paint flowers with raindrops then pleasure
drops a giddy bait upon a radio tower
& we cell-phone after cum & we suck feathered
fawny dummy graves
..
Oh

*
wow, i'm listening now to loud blind musics
oh eyes cut a jazz cloud as i sweat for mimics
& as roses swing then fall
i jeer in purple silence at the violent limits
of lip-shrinking tongued halls.
..
when once i gabble, then i seize remits
& a doll of dust scandals after hot trips
& a bone of cusps craps upon hot nips
& eyes slink into sinks
....
wow. i am star-seering a rude world
oh i am moon-nearing a naked pearled
bay of dead lovies
.
loveage holds our hands & babbies
snap a bald-bedded hairnet
..
O

*
when tipsy diamonds garotte a swollen heart
then an inch of sirens must
certainly wince at the moon's crust
& a bell of bastards bollocks after musk
& a cell of sex-calves mess after grey dusk

once upon a vein, i shot a roof of lust from
swarthy pecker pockets
ahh the lynching fern of ages scatters guns
away, where dead seeds strut
minarets & dolly chemicals
...
when tipsy golden male-lots wed to meadows
o, where guilty ancient gal-lots seem
hum-raised from bones & lightning, then
eyes will certainly dream of sex-shows?
...
once upon a lost vine, i swallowed clothes
ah, & a slitty seller of lime has sold robes
thumb-stabbing a moggy inside a rose.

*
and we see america cumming thru our stools
and we summon carded grabblers
and we season sharded gabblers with
grey slease whence an atomic rain-pig
grunts aside a public lavatory door. O!
alarums sunder soffits when whores close
a sizzler of a profit with loss
and a dribbly rose layers de cross with clothes
and miraculous pirates
serry a choker cherry with infantile pilots
and sins will stop god's parrot;
and mentalising rot rocks easy cunt-carrot
and pissers pee along gold rain

ole angled apemen suck a cupped nut
la, cold schism men cut a sucked nut
and the pearlers of a scream toss sluts
days high where a nightlong burnt butt
believes in salt sheet pain
and a dollar and a dime spends rain
against an english sound in champagne
ooo we have seen the blorted funeral
cum crashing lungs when shooting grain
strangles dopes with doom deniers, and
icy wooden widows
open out aside dolphin windows
and messed bread-brands breakdown
for unicorns and mental city shake-grounds
and a liar in a pullered cage
sears all of us on a delusory stage when
mitres of de mad meld muts with gemmed
baby rock
....
adders under transits hiss for traffic-life
la la, fumblers of dashy mitts
pucker against a female hoax-receiver
and a slinking owl
hoots for towels; and a babby's cowl
strips nuclear children bare,-

Lo, can we suffer cleansed hair?'

*
nd once across a net, i saw a dead chicken
come laying her final eggs
and, o, when rivers panic
then sidling seas use garottes for magnets

all scarring eager office boys will pronouce
dizzy drivers with loud granite
and, oo, we weep for clouds
and, oo, we reap whores from grey shrouds
la la, and my oblivious shroud-tales
use idiot sci-fi for insidious heart-sails

and, as cunny cries, then we will use veils
to summer-scan tides
and, as honey jives, then we will use hives
to sink VDs days deep
o, as we widen, then we utilise wasp-hides
to sermonise blues with peat

and i heard of light-meat-taping
and i saw growl radio shaving my killings
ah, a parental owl
hoots forever; and swanny Ledas towel
wet cats with easy trowels
and, la, as ice men cometh
then lighteners must shed fallen comets
across molded beefy star-punnets.

*
o, in the utmost gravy-dark, mad stationers of brain-bands
will stutterise most dead women;
and parented moist bed decries dons til children ram for
diggers of gold-screams;
and dangerous mind-screens
cause idolators to render mess from digitalis: Ah, tors
cause dells to dream

o, in the utmost davy dark, missioners of head-bands
drag a sheerness of ladies
across a merciless sing-song Hades; and eyes dam us
with utmost dummies
and ideas in cold cavvies use a kingdom's mad canary

Lahh.

*
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....

*
Directly out of my frontdoor, a curious canny pig-dog gets drinking wine from a meat-bowl
O, a pusher of minds will murder a fervent furious child who finds dreams maiming a bled soul
and, laah, we must extend some frivolous rapists with a heterosexual renter of pies and bum-crust
O, a draggler of swine swings along my cellved clever-dick self-sex
and, ssss, we will eternally bath in bummer wine while eaters of comic hedons get shafted, right now.

THE END.
*

Copyight JDB 23/06/2022.

*

work-in-progress title; And a swift and silent sex-death will hereby come enthundering
1st draft poem then poem-song

And a swift and silent sex-death will hereby come enthundering dune-definers with cocoas and faces
O, whence kissed islands use meths for rills, a codal spitting murdered cobra gets sliced and sliced again
and a swift and silent sex-death will hereby strum some heart-cords until messengers to wives use rain;
O, whence kissed island use cellves for eye-guns, a dreary eerie coast of prayer ignites skin then fuses grain
and, sss, a swift and silent drowner's sea-summer interfuses eagle boats with salt-hair

and, what with bends on a cliff, entertaining duper flowers may well pee on ribs
and, what with bended suns made stiff,
a moltenous crib, shended, accuse milk-maids of tissuing feral faces across a basket; and shopping squid
comes tumbling in a sea-harness
and, sss, a nuclear flower-dresser uses a human power for breaking;
and we are the lunar burstives of one zillion snapping twigs

La

*
And a daft and eager sex-death will hereby come enmumbling for some evil fascist coast; and de huge seas
may well, with candid skies, drag fields for mammy
O, and once across a wife, a magazine under honey gets thrusted; and, sss, what with yoyos gone mad, bees
may well, with acid eyes, come hive-stinging everything

O, as weepers weep for tides, a hugeness of earrings accuse red-wings of wall-murder
and, ssss, some scissor-island becomes venal as any wedding-ring
O, a candouring master river-ram gets enmooning us and a bed-skirted mind-wharf will enperfume daisies

Uh

*
ideal incender men will sea-upend a nuclear cart where roads bleed; O, when seasoners carry marriage to lies
a puller of women, warming, affixes some terminal snare to toads
and, sss, we will enphantom a naked summer when suns under fatal cancer will skin-thrust eyes will baby-brides
Ohm, as dizzy beggars come chanting for lovers, a plipper of conundras heightens heels then dies
and, sss, we have been hurled from a drink's tray

and, sss, we have been enmurdered; and, sss, a painter of plums (with boths arms outstretched) enpies some
dizzy fizzy dukedom;
and, uh, i have overtaken smelly neurones
and, uh, christs appears badly swollen; and, la, a spidery nursed odd mum melds mooners with statin sons
and, uh, a crucifix, car-seared, enribbons men with idle hearsers

and, ooo, whence god-gillers use watery blades for pies, a snipper of saline curses melts into green lyons
and, oo, whence enmangered dudes fuse mickey mouse to tithes, a beller of renal sauce enmilks mayonnaise
and, oo, a knobbly signal (star-grinding) causes inhuman shouting to enwinter vernal hawks and evil curvers

uhh

*

when sainted with wasps in windows, an ignorant shop-keeper gets envisioned with vaults; O, a peerer
must, with some sweet junk saved, enbeckon lost back bacon with pets
O, a penis that has no easily found human power falls off now; and, sss, enhearsers in peckers use rivers
to dam a dead sea-ghost with bread-sex
and, sss, weevils, with bead-bosses, get found in some hidden old flour in a vile jar in a city of odd killers

and, Ohm, i will ensignet sex-watches to city-Downs, and i shall for always eternalise flickerers and flippers
and, sss, as fatalisms enslave some wrecked dorphins, a belly-baiter comes hurtling after fat
O, the kissifers that enfeline some rubbished dolphin aims to summer-heal the dawn of laughter while pickers
must become enterprised with instantly vanished dead tree-winds

and we will eternally, once ripped, come shying for red bees and rainbows; and salliers of minge die; and ripplers
must abuse the immortal dead of crying as prying ends; and my words are widowing for a vast lie

Uhh

*
And, whence wifelings get easily divorced from all reality, a peddler of birds, mused, dares to fall from wet-trees
O, a pusher of darjeelings, made peasy, enguns all duality; O, a meddler of curs must star-hound devilish leas while
a whipper of old blood sharpens some greasy sea-guns
and, sss, ripplers of God-ghosts move dirty eyes to torn weeping as familial tree-suns become fed to telescopics

and, sss, dripplers of bod-ghosts move filthy streets to urban tears
and, La, me and my mental cavatinas will use enboners for bruises
and, La, me and my pyloned catty cantata messes with stoners and then enknife slaters with coded cicada bionics
O, a pettler whose pickling batty wine-cap encorpses bed-droners metes genoas to foreskakers

and the dead fall down around a humdrum sea-town that gets sea-curtained with coastal blood-rain; and i will sear
all of our most happily sky-drowned; and bald men in ocean-transit get peckering for evening veins that use tears
to enissue (with all hands raised) a sickler of a gold gem with green zion and her holy unholy waterbead;
and, o-la, a remander of islands must enshaft pissy pie
and easy lemon-tipsy lime becomes enhumaned then sheds some salt seed across pearlers and doctored weed

Uhhhh a watchman to spine has a weird washed hat for a bald bed; and kissifers who kiss a cat-lip will ensleeve
some dunny deadly picked child
O, as mentalists at sea gets encharted with enchanters; and, sss, a beddler of sweet loppers will forever enseed
an aceder of gold with evil original England; sss, a city-caker feeds sweet herrings to poppers and fever-greed
becomes sirenising
O, a desking devil lampshade gets punching grass with gassy gill-gulls; and the sweated pig is here, murdered;
and, sss, when once evil champagners coast across grids, a giggly bee-gal gets reeved thence fed to hurtlers

Ahhh Men.. The timelessness of demure and disappearing keen tree-boys comes shooting up now; O, curvers
melt in the insides of us, and enshredders of lost edams comes scattering hooks across xmas when easter-pearlers
come shivering for fire-dust;
and, sss, a rat that pees for vermin-lust must come demanding some vinegar dramaturgy from spires and diseasers
Ahhh Men.. The repining bell-ermine that gets donned by commanding spleen-woman gets gloshed then murdered
and, oo, with all limbs raised, a belter of queen-rats enstone mindless petting with gardens and mashy hen-receivers

Uhh Folscaps, vaulted, shine directly across a shuddering shit-bint; and, uh, a papper of a brain-nut uses deceivers
to come tumbling for enhearted minds; and, sss, a rippler whose bits slip get curvy as a leper of a heart-nut enslivers
all doomsy head-heart times with jazzed hummers and laden summer hits
Uhh Folscaps, salted, whine directly across a murderous peeker whose silly summer tit forces beds to shine
and, sss, once along some bee-spine, a naveliser whose sneekers gut babe-booze wraps lippers around star-grime

Lahh These are my mallard days when i will furnish flowers with veined vines; O, whence tears gut plants, times
appear valued by blooded leather-jackets; and, sss, as tawny TV towers lend monkies to monkeries, convent-crime
becomes sweetly assaulted by groomers of priceless England
Lahh There are my ballad days; and, oo, whence a codal scream metes lose-all-men to ringlets then blinded serums
will, here and now and forever more, enripen desks with blathering dumb dudded bed-graffiti

Oh. And an ashen sea-child will hereby swim in the drowned wild; and, with silly arms raised, enatom geese with onions
Oh And a waxy mind-head-heart mumma child will engaol all riders of smiles with some prisony pissers; O, glass guns
will appear star-denoted while a passioner of wide reels enseals eldeberry old-male-wine; and, sss, sex will end sex-ovens
and, what with whistlers inside a smiler's gob, duressers of salt-eels encunt a fanny kissifer jump with elderly closures; and
oo, once along a fierce and ferine time, faddish fanny gill-gal-boys will eventually bite the cunny distant dust

Ehh? These are my swallowed days when i come to end-kiss christos christ and His nudist immaculate mam; O, gibbons
may well encologne some flacid whored pinnace that sets vagina-sail for swingers and pnematic pig-grist; and, O, ribbons
appear, here and now and eternally and forevermore, jack all blue fathers until washy bed-brands suck skirt then kill missions
Ehh? These are my hallowed day-long night-long juicy bone-words i engift now to salad porno? Ahhhh..

*
The dining rods of an angular feeding room rend ropes from lissom
la la, whining gods use failure for ceilings,
and a babby under sods abuse nature; and, o, as evil cat-killers boom
then easy windows must grind like a whore
la la, easily varnished heart-pens drag dolts for wards when livers swoon
across crucifiers and cooky dens

the spining bods of triangular reelings rend soap from killer lessons
la la, rhyming dogs, made from dreaming, send dope to river-missions
and, oo, where a daddy sires suns then elderly fries use eyes to
suck loud noise from angelled seareed visions,
and a damager of drums gets rendered from hands and feet: O, screws
get locked inside porridge lits.

uh

*
these are my reaming days where i lay love's clay body down
these are my screaming eating days
o, as gannets grind, then taunted petrels drag cakes for towns
and a baby gone mind-blind decays
and a lady gone soul-blind eats blades

these are my reaming days where i lay god's raised body down
and these are the dreamers who use plaids
to sunder bibs with hanged blue feuds; and ideal trays resound
and a dolly blaster slams nude dudes under blended sea-sounds
and a daddy mien gets murdered

uh

*
the dining rods of an angular cafeteria have to feed the sands, oh,
as eaters of xmas easter raise robes from mead Downs then
one zillion dreamers in a naked restaurant appear polished
la la, dining gods raid samplers of dust as a city under vaunts
comes sundering feed with sea-harnesses
ah, we may well drag droplets for crazy hands

*
O-La, i will paint me the other side
Oo, i will faint for a dog of a bride,
and mad children swing
feinted fabrics down a cat-hide

in with the talents of the hour, lies
lock a long worm in a box of eyes
O-la, we take a trip to evening
Oo, we jump upon Darjeeling
and a jack-in-the-box
spits red clowns when eaten clocks
clamber up Vagina Hill
..
we have the ruddy names by heart
we cannot heal
but we will dance until the dark
drools like a seal
and i have trudged cold sleep
and i have eyed wild Heaven
..
O-La, i will paint me the other side
Uh, i will sing for heavenly lives
but i will never sunder bee-hives
and my headpiece must be
filled with easy gardens.
.
sliding alleyways leap from tithes
writhing bad valleys send old skies
into a vault of church cats
ah ahh
..
massive maimed attacks hit highs
mystically gunning heart-cries
drag a horse from funeral rats
and we are the strangled
and we seek blue rain... uh??

red light districts sail away from
cool cut whores and hired cum
and we come together.

uh hoh hoh hoh..

*
when curtal shards came whispering like a dream, then sunderers
came shutting kids in rain,
la la, an easy pug aside pain comes shuddering
and a dog under mugs toasts cats with a cup of coffee
la la, when nursed cars came shimmying, then idle fathers wane
till mammas hush and coo no more

gone show-wild, a saturday storm shines; O, a funny vein rains
directly down as a loud loser, mourned,
shins all sex hopes up a ladder; and detailers of ghost trains
campaign for bloods and bunnies

when curtal shards come whimpering, then a cat under skeins
get ridden by horseless city sleeping
and a codal birthday hearse uses eyes for mangoes as drains
get shammying for dirt, disease and lives
oh, a son of Pan dreams for herpes as Hermes, with tithes,
glows, just like a glowworm glows

uh, idolisers, seen filled, drape sparrows along factories
uh, saddeners, seen killed, drape pillows aside promontories,
and an evil deck gets budded with grey hanging cemeteries
and, oo, a lady horse gets fed to a midnight kelpie when dust
comforts the carrion Fall

Ahhh.

*
oo whilst reading the news of the screws, a mad man under wine
comes studying my rainbows
oo whilst crying about truths
a madam of shrift macadam nooses holy roots
and bodiers of gnits
get shovelled under lips; and a candy father hangs sea-fruits

neutered, a gallery of spind skin gets lathering; and coots get
dashing across guns and lovers
o a naked nuclears hand extends fevers to murdered brothers;
and eyers, deafened, glow just like a mind
and spirallers, missioned, uses a mad mind:
And these emptying bird-words get studded.

oo whilst reading a dolly paper, i overheard moggies under suits
come hiding a penthouse aside a model lute
and, la la, as lutes get slain
then a sidler under newts get summery

Uh

*
o when eyes lead loss to cones, then a purple-vision-grave
will always lead deaths to water
o when eyes kiss a blind cross
then, made from lip, a mental neon loft
gets fleeing down a fast smile;
and, oo, as faces crisscross, then curtains under old cloths
get sunken under dish-cloths.

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

*
Copyright JDB 25/06/2022.

 

work-in-progress title: These are the painted words of a murdered pontiff
first draft pome then poem-song

These are the painted words of a murdered pontiff; O, as white smokes seem dark, a chaser of a church hour must
set alight, with blue brains swerved, some suede shoe factory inside a mean ark
and, sss, a coupler of veined birds uses some draggers for promontaries while shadowers of hearts infuse soft crust
with some eternally evil hand that causes palm-pressure to end-stop

O, as times, with guns raving, cast kiddy cops across deadeners, a devil child-abuser hereby gets raped then shot
and, sss, i have overseen the daddy dead come crying for murderers
and, Uh, eyers of a natural dream may well combust
and, La, riders of unnatural screams might well appear rented to ruiners and serious laughter

Eh

*
These are the feinted birds that swing from high trees; O, these are our pigeon plays that entheatre spun skin with rot
O, as timelessness hits curd, some easy mental bowl of waves becomes scoured by rats
and, sss, whence beds crisscross, some flicky sea-road ocean-divines elderly mums with rattlers and neon city cock
O, as deadliness sunders a real boss, an panamerican eye-cloth becomes sirened; and, Uh, a pickler of nylon spots

hereby hisses for enthundered mean moss
and, oo, a babby in forges uses sauces to enseason droppers with sweet gal-semen; and wordless pippers must rot
fast and far far away; and, la, when once mentalis enlivers a cautionary meat-demesne, drivers of fireless vipers must stop
forever and always and eternally now a bat-blinder whose vast untended gardens rides and rides

Eh

*
These are our mallard days when some instant motel-bird gets softening beds with slips; O, while pillowers get seized, spindlers
will, with all lungs rasping, come enscenting instinctive hotel-nerves with whoredom and eyries
O, once along some sad times, a sickly sea of testes and testicular turd peeped into drams then murdered lake-weed; O, sindlers
will forevermore dick-drive a suitcase unto abandoned veins where trainsmen daren't whistle

O, we will adhere to lips; and, when once ducks get braized, we will revere gold lit; and, sss, weepers that enshoulder kiss-spinsters
will, with ten-skies raging, interleave chickens with pet-plays; and, sss, all pet-plays wire god's high steeples
and, sss, the eager dead come to me as if head-warmed by shrillers and fussies
and, Uh, we must fight the fuckings till some glass tulip, unstemmed, gets endeviled then led to watches and pussies; and teamsters

will arrive back home now to find entertainers of masks come enrouting deriders with lichen; and vaulters use curries for false dinners

*
The meagre insidious mad madams who enleash dust with cum must crow-create some fascinators a bedside seaside; O, grey killers
must become, when once cash flattens, instantly affixed to mums
and, sss, i saw a huge paw flashing and i used the name Apple Claws to enter happy kittens into laden eyes that live for feline mirrors
and, oo, what with chillers seen under grans, a sweetener of chapel-moors appeal for some fatal-quiet

sss, a beller that fuses rubblers will ream de grande
and, when once sin moves, a tickler of a dream gets enlyoned with a peppery metal island; and, La, me and my hats get
shooting inside twelve hot winds
and, with dramatisers of cocked skin made thin, weavers of welsh lids cause pure poetry's proud hills to enwed all genius laughter

Uh

*
The makers of mummy arson uses a fithy parrot for winged petrol-bombs; O, a sonnet in a true moon uses hissifers for fingers
and, sss, with statues raging, mettlers of easy carrots come slinging bones at boozers
La, at break of ruddy day, a spaceless dog-eyrie oozes ingenious owl-eagles; and, sss, we wil use meddlers to use emulsions to
enriver some piggy sky of heavenly god-husbandry to enthunder cowl-seagulls with shent fists

La, at break of dummy eve, a ladener of diggeries wilts
O, a resounder of daddy bees enpsalm a driver of miks aside wrists on sewer-stilts
and, sss, gobby drowning kissy gouramis intermind woven eyes to enlip deep heart-lines with stranglers of clit
and, oo, de dogmen here hasten to rat-blood

Ahhh i have seen a fractal dummy bay come sharpening sky-duckings and i have seen the gods of Pan intermoving city-slit
with a transitory blower that instantly telephones harkening head-heart minds with flashy hoaxed digital operators
Ahh eyers, with bad lashes lobed, instantly summer-dome a wintry horse with autumn-springs, O, as petallers stun misses
then, with tawny dick-tribes paved, ember-pinnaces sail de shouter of some mural neuralities

Laaahh The bakers of shredded meats get ensashing some renal mushrooms with tasty bodices and silly farthingales
and, sss, whence a whipper of bedded peat comes digging shit into rectal classrooms, pigglers of voces use easy veils to
enriver some female face-cowler with distancers that fast-feed pips to anal maskrooms
Laaahh The shakers of de true moon must endancer a vast sky of pit when a diagonal dragon-mum enfathers de blues
and i have overseen, while in a basket, crusters of swervers oozing a greeny viral mean-moose to urinate on cocoons

And, lahh, as scented sentinels issue bled tears to rotated radio, mettlers of shadowers hiss pus then die out
O, with car-stars come enrivering evil bread-tears, a ripper of de gallows appears laden with piss and deft drought
sss, we will extemporise a naked fatality with lead-spheres
and, sss, men shall enlight some faceless ones with a furious dowser of murder-weirs; and, lo, with de glans groping,

some little expender of midnight enpuces some lemon-licker with arousers of pylon-heaven
and, oo, whence romancers kill christs, a flasher of a phapos god loosens His shirt then shits on a skirt in Blue Haven
O, with carpal musslers come feeding mice to fakirs a shower of a show sells smithies to cakers and eternal jumble
O, with easy designers of dada enfeeding lice to peckers, meddlers of clothes will hereby shudder for eternity.

Uh arousers of deifiers, scurrying, use a daffy paper crown for a mut; and, oo, goofy goodmen who love maternity
appear redulently cocoa-fed to chalk-genius; O, as facials resound, a war-pup, oozy, shows hurried films to families
and, Ohm, i shall extend a blue grave of a red arm to glassy petrels; and, oo, as i stampede, crowers inside my memories
must, with dangler hands upraised, affix some dummy shots underneath green-crazy lemoned disease;
and the dirtyers of massive seasands hereby routs some Brighton spouts that send madam macadam to house-bees

Eh? Eh? The summer-sidlers that enwinter dirt springsides with sprinkling autumn-winters hereby flails then sky-screams
directly across some mumblers whose tissuers, with dog-flesh stoned, will wilt and readily wither for
a headmost missile-moistening rider-flickerer whose piggy scrag-mess gets ensilted; and, oo, we will use spun sins for
a deifier of enseasoning rotted blue-meated spiced dead curry;
Eh? Eh? The summer-idlers that enwinter flirt-seasides with scuttering autumn-winters hereby send angellers to lost wards.

Uhh These vaguries of eldeberry tilty tipsy tides enrose some daddy mum-spine to fracture then flow in a wheelchair
Uhh These memories of eldeflowers and their dreamy cottage sky will father-mind a new day in a lovely country-city
and, oo, some mettlers of swifts and cranes and starlings will endive a keen river aside a bluberry field that sunders Deity
eternally and always and forevermore.

Whence crouched crushing lunar gal-thieves abuses resounders with unearthly thefts, a blurrer of a mad man's elegies
comes, with munching ashen romantics, cock-driving model motor-nerve directly across murders and female penuries
and, sss, i shall eternally rock pnematics while naked cagers inside sweated bliss encrosses killers with sweet mad emperies

Eh??!

*
a codicil for willing fathers moistens hands with veined crows
o when family larders cum storming dark dinners, then crows
sear easy wives with labelled death,
and the remanders on the moon star-strangle dirty money
o a leader of denial layers mesh with a sea of easy honey
and a digger for dragooners slaps pigs with maxy lovies

a coda in the cornice of the heart leases sheep to lies and,
mumbler-fangled, a rooter of lyonesse leaps shit as saltsans
crucifies the lammed whites on the hill,
and a crooked caned birthday hoists defilers from grey rills
and, la la, me and my madam mentor melts aside lost hills

the laughter in a torn wept sleeve cusses canners of semen
and a bath at sea snips the deadeners of the easily stormed
and, looped from beads, the slaveners of old families fawn for
a digger of drought and perfumed pulled pain

a codicil of wily lovers moistens hands with veined crows as
a delver of mastics dawns across an octagion of demure gas
and a pig at sea storms sowers that lead squids to waters
and, smashed, serial fathers jack skinned trades that slaughter
the jacks of christs and the starry worm of Mnetha's daughter

the tawny easy heart which leashes caves to cawdor will
moon-raise lunar devils from a doctor of eyes and blue hills
and a sainted rush raids lungs with a slappering of old mills
ah rushing across graves a city of fevers layers chalk-fields
with a damseller of pulers
and a lacer of dumb foolers interfuses mien with colours
.
the signal shaft of the signal sun dopes cloths then dies.

*
oh there is a face found in my coffee.
oh my granite space has tasted toffee
and we gamble after gas.
In my holy study, we learn of masks
and a band of birds bodies grass
into nudes where the dragon-past
puffs flames of cum.

there will always be some roman
who will serve gold soups to woman,
dragon-dipped, stunned deep inside
a cage of sex in a funeral thigh
.
now that i am proclaimed cold,
in my holy bedroom i will star-scald
a bellyful of beards with ripped doled
baby draconians
and a bunny bine of dukedames
spreads unclean jam upon craned
cakey loaved grey naked flan-flame
..
o i shall measure a light with ogres.
Henna jabs Chimeras
o i shall pleasure suspended photos
with layers of chemic huge sofas,
torn, laden with ginny kinemas when
theatricons sleep in a hired floater
and a sunny slaved Jim drills blubber.
..
what with loud oestrogen arising
what with crowds of women writhing
what with clouds of chickens dying
we must shade a day for fast-frying
riders of caddis and comic spying
..
I reckon now, these days, i know
nothing but ingenous billboards Oh,
we butter cranaries with sluts as toes
a sea-shaven ahh Mamma's rose
leaks a bad bed where
idiot winters lay along a sea of tears
..
upon the robes of deepest sleep, fears
sink a lousy serpent into deepening
statues of splat clits and its painted ear
and i had two green souls
and i had a wife for a mumma

*

good windows may well scatter glass,
sad meadows may well shatter grass
& a salty signet which dons the past
must surely drop the targets?

wow, eyes heap dives as bound masks
crash where faces flail...Oh, the past
answers to the dark.....Oh, a car's cast
falls from dragnets
good meadows may well split lips
but a bed of lions may never roar..

*
what with buns in the cistern & silk-lips down the u-bend,
we must trust no-one
la, we suffer suns
la, we hear old guns shooting a hollower's sex-drum
..
a bad bounce of whores widens inside salt seasons
& we dance aside naked fire
..
what with cakes in cage & milk-strips under men
we must care for liars?

*
the sweeteners of deep sex has a fishy end
o a digger of blown old sleep
suppers after dogs in transit...

eyes hear deaf riders where soft hens
lay duped egg... O, radios under bends
body a scarf of grey lips...
LA AMEN, AMEN, AMEN

& as ashen wolverines cut women then
lavatorial laughter will die under children

*
these rended nights when i cannot dream
have all slept riders stalled
~& as reason falls, then a bladed mall
must dine in utmost silence
& we hear red rain
& we die once again.

keen kudos rules the waves of dolls,
dreamer's break slept rules
& a bone of grass drops cold stools
& we hear music cumming
out of la muba lays.
...
we will shop god's grave when fools
cry for clowned rage
oh the times will rave?

*
the souring pelmet of a pussy pealer
holds bad breasts in nets
,& a bod of blasts brags after wrecks
& a bed of silver peacock-scissors
cut a blue hand
....
cunny king men shaft a bairn when
vampy cocking horses ram old gin
& we slice a pox as a don of sins
lappers for idiotic castles.

*
"Poetry & Science are much the same
The dichotomy is the Void between?"

*
Copyright JDB 26/06/2022.

 

 

work-in-progress title: These Are the Pigeon Days That Lead Me to Vines and Blue Water
1st draft pome then poem-song

 

These are the pigeon days that lead me to vines and blue water; and, lunged, a painter of fixes
comes, with grey trumpets stinging, interfusing minds with slaughter
and, sss, a deifier of swung lip hereby becomes entrained with salters of doctors and ash-minxes
O, the pigeon budders aside fat breads use herbs for hits while rotators of fever guts mashed spinxes

and, laa, a cheater of mummas must cling to turps
and, laa, a depleter of gaagga hits to wound rings
O, the pigeon booze that chatters for cooed wing-dove hires men to whores
and, sss, a pelter of helter-shelter hisses for hood then farts for diggories and carmine dog-scores

*
These are the pigeon days that lend me cool warders; and, punched, a dilator of nerds uses ashes to
ensiren a wivener of claves with rattler; and, sss, whence weepers spread junk, a denuder of fast blues
enbruise some awakener of a pig with a figgy bowl-dance
O, these are our serpent graves that open out across soup-cunter; and, sss, the delvers of mask-moods

become, with jackers underdone, a bruiser of shouters
O. eyers will hereby saken for forcers; and, enshrined with mouthers, a fizzy fishy aquaria drowns foods
and, la la, i have apparently died while clasped downstream
and, la la, i have come now to the mean zion of the waterbead

and i have seen crusted gentlemen come moving minds to genoa as rapid bodices breakdown then ensnood
a maker of farm-baiters with shot heads and denial; and, uh, the world i always knew is dead?

*
delvers of doom denial hereby hit to a weird head-beat; o, where faces resound, dragglers in bed get screwed
La, whence a bald mind swirls, lippies owned by sleep come sneering across a stroked mouth
La, whence a mad mind whorls, clitties owned by sheets come enscarring bells with soaked drouths
and, enpincered, a draker of a girl certifies a good-man god with bellers and cells
oh, a dicker of mitchers dance aside families

and, sss, the nerved a heart enheroin a sticker of a needle-peal; and, oo, cellar-folks grasp glues then ensouth
all of cad heaven's fairy women
and, what with hedonisers made cold as kitchens, a bender of weals will ooze stormy z-cups from maladies
La, whence a torn mind furls, we will unravel undertime
La, a weebler on a fist-curl comes rabbiting for scissor-swine

Uhh

*
These are the sturgeon days that entertain mammaries with blue caviar; O, we must ensummer swifts with wine
and, oo, as faces cut clay, an entangler of mean veins must enscrew devil-stars
and, sss, whence sidlers enslay a head-stripper, a sweet manx of a moves shakes skin to its very quick; and vines
come enbelling daddy idlers with scissormen and sandy matrixes
and, oo, the dead boys dance for kids

and, oo, the dead women dance for pig; and, sss, with washes underfire, the sullen friends of fear die for cut swine
Uh, these are the red days and these red days give way to madam sapphires
and, Lo, a widening of flays enfire a cervixer of a cancer-cummer with sweet cunts and murderous heart-twine
and, Luh, a poker under slaves enbard an unencumbered eye-seizure with punk-spunks

Eh?

*
there are fleecy candleabra under mess; and a kind queen
gives dizzy head to a palatial body-dream; and odd mummy
necks after sworn silk where a pusher in a wide screen
shows caving candle-soap to pulled winds; and a daddy
car-dresses heads in dope as we give dummy to babby
and balders of bread stoop as periscaping lips star-cream
bedabbling evil flowers on an old Northern windscreen

and a bodier of blown shoe-arches dresses soaks in pine
and a shudderer of mown screwed arses soaks in twine
ah, a cradle under magic dreams for the studios of dream
and a stranded father's messy stream drowns all bodies

blue budded bride-masters melt for owls as hooters ream
blinded blonde blown blood-testers; and a sea under teams
sucks olden hair-dyed messers; and cockerels under mammy
stras a coat across blithe mental pans; and odes to daddy

drool after raisins found baked in a sky-thigh; and laddies
lop a bitten sworn dully lingus from bad blades inside lavvies
and painters pule for pus as fakirs lay on false nails; and
vasers of vast monkeys swill down peat and hiss for banged

huge arses; and vast vampiras leech locks from crazy
skinner women; and my boned reach dies for the dizzy?

ah a caged old spider spins a gossamer jail for de family
ah an aged gold rider rides for strangler's sails; and money
raises down a gilded roof from blown baby cadillacs
ah a flower of snorted roots dies out; and tangy acrobats
brill after acrid ancient boots; and bloods pay de family

there are fleecy candleabra under vests; and a mad queen
locks a budgy in a wet-dream; and micey mauds ream
dolly dust from duned binners of bled lady and dog-spleen
and a damager of skinners rapes red laden sunny beans
with a dolter of a snapped rock that stones all sunbeams.

*
fishermen of sea-hens get woollen with fast feathery egg-murder; O, once an eagle claims his eerie-eyrie, talonisers
must, with closed horses wrecked, intermood a scenter of fever with shacklers of sea-gullies; O, and faceless fragmentisers
will, here and now and eternally forever, enmoose mantlers with zingers
O, and i will never give in to maladies, at least not for too long, and i shall shake the medical sides of my head with dementers

O, and, where once pigs flower, me and god's bummer rot will surely hasten me to feel for acid-brides
and, sss, a causal and insidious star-sun will enlung a nude craze for honey
and, sss, a casual and invidious car-mum will engun coded madam-drays with lovely squirrels
O, i seen, here and now, at change of day, the bison-headed boys ensaddling a pleasure-force with murdered salt angels

Eh? The maundering sex-mumblers that leap from ancient prehistoric lifts hire green zen to waterbeads
Eh? The daughtering mess-murmers that lead from army-parasites come gluing dreamers to endlessness; O, dweebs
will come for a vinegary desk-turner with focal screams that extemporise medallions with headpieces and venal weed
Eh? and sometimes, whence cattlers cow-swarm, indolent field-strangers regify a sampler of fleeces with aged sleaze

Uhhh undeneath mooed county sleep, jacklers of messy stems come river-rasping after antlers; and, sss, god's geese
may well, once lambwhites fry, come issuing some baaing skins to lungers of tea-tarkins
O, once across bunk, a wiven sky fused ducts to drums
O, once across junk, a skirted tithe came wallowing where ear-gum got sharpening chapels with green jerkins
Uhhh easily found inside glebe-heats, a petrel man with schizoaffective daisy jam turns a petrol maze to gherkins; O,
and i espy a sputtlered web-guide come enbathing a soapy lift with a peeing packed germ
and laughtering ingle-torchers set alight to gassing lazy pokey porker-prig; and gods enflask fires with horsed sperm

and the cauterine mastiffs that disembody flaskers from acrid soup-clasps entissue some dally cervix with gold fern
and, o-la, idolisers must oversee cast-offs with rubies and dancers; and, sss, eyers have to sally markets with shed perms
and, o-la, eaglers of lusts will entertain guffs
and, o-la, sidlers in puff will entertain pus; O, and lasers seen in painted trees will cut a z-cup from a statue under gut

Ehhh?.. these edgy egg-casinos i have won with a webbed pontoon hand hissifiers across zippers
Ehhh?... these teasy bosom-budgy brawlers that sphincter-weave poled poltroons into gossamer skitters; and, oO, puff
gets wrankled with buzzy whoring mummy; and we in the mummy cloths are wound
and, ooo, whereby some nearby grabbler enpylons world-skin beside a mad moth that causes cancer of the tombs
Ehhh?... and toppy tipsy-turtle girl enkisses mutedness from last night's lad-cross

Ahhh Men...

These capon cagers are arising from some weird wild-rider; and, as eyes seize tar-cloth, a pinnace of a father drops
once zillion and one ripeners from coffee-crying dialled cuck-reviler
and, sss, a preternatal sky-clap enlickends soft dying with some instantaneous wives that lend fawkes to cloud-cock
and the world may well die; O, whence sweetening loft-dealings hurl marblers directly across spent pork; a crowd-cock
comes rivalling by, on an easy evil full true moon
and, sss, a swirling arse-dram dramatises mien with dunes that star in a fast false movie about god and gob and de pox

Lahhh The dragoners of pyre-breathing disabled men gutters under fires; O, when once god rams sods, a sea of rocks
comes heltering directly across blue signs that fallowise buttery mamblas with soap-cunt and glibbing tods; and, ssss,
whilst a dominator of a spaceless star-rescue becomes thumbly, la ramblas, with coats monked, uses a rodder for pop-coxe
and i will forever and eternally scissor-shaft a blinded hose with reddeners
and, sss, i shall forever shrivel for some huge breasted rose
and, La, hereby there are manglers of sauce who lash some eyed crashwide look, and mentalis will cut all of us down, down
and, sss, around some boy-town, heavenly enpursers of mum-fumb sink picks into crooks and pull out a moggy clown

Ehh?

*

& i will live under Artemis where nappers of wards
jeer at nude minds
ah we kiss under easy lips when crappers of wards
jeer at bruised minds
& we teeter inside mental spies
& the cars of tines comb dirtied hair... Oh, wine
glows just like a pig?

we have the eager names by heart. We grind
red ashes into dust
,& crony cappers under crusts feed bawds
to bedders of crowned kids
o a bell of tissues blows ribs with cusped
defective, eaten sky-spined bucks
..
i will live beneath Artemis where heaped wards
peer inside heaths
o i shall slide under marriage where cut gourdes
feed grapes to sleep
..
hirings of mad rings cut a ferine fingerer with
blown nuts & bad frigged
gas grippers of grot & bruised temper....

END

*
eaters of bloodied banners blow a face with
eaten hands
la, a bun of ruddied glamour grows for kids
& we rise from rude desks
& we study about sex mess

seven storey lovers lend lupins to wrecks
ha, a vapid rafter gasses for dilly necks
& we raider after glassy gibberers
..
eaters of bloodied ganglers blow for
tawny torn trapped birth-war...ahh, Lord,
where the sweetness of our passions
has turned to salt
then a glade of faults must tickle caught
carriaged coda board.

seven stories high, we hiss across wrought
ironers of starved sights
oh a rappler of ripplers spunk-lights bought
minarets of body sores
& we twin a ceiling with apple-clawed
mystic feline diamond

the haggards of the wine-swilled score
a sugared scissor supper,-
eaters of bled crackers dine for whores
& ghosts glib after faked fathers.

*

*
o we have de fats and de flour
o we bake a current cake for de hour
and we will beat the hour
ah as a vase of vaseline coats fingers
ah as a gaze of buzzy creams
carries death due west
we will have to serve dogs to nests

o we have de fats and de flours
o we bake an easter bake for de
accidental fazed baby power
and we will cook for baby power
and we will fight de infant bower.

pullers of vast fungii have to use
cold stone bells for
washing vaginal heads in a noose
and, la la la,
a rose on a glass hill has to use
naked city-bends for war,.
..
we we have de fats and de flour
and we wash all oven-burning
oh a ball of blushers roasts dripping
and lardy toast travels
dangerously
and a maid of angels has to ravel

out inside bloody neon bagels
uh uh..

Robots of Du?

*
the gassy easy head gasket
has to fill a tank with bonnets
A driller of granite statues grabs
eager men from cemeteries
and flashy egits who cut Queen Mab
seem to dribble in the moon
and scribes of self-sex
shape dirty heaps from daddy mess

gassy easy snake baskets
jam a jazzy home fire
la la, a fizzy drake dams a pyre
la la, a lezzy leads lost tyres where
dogs of sundays
lead open fridays to killer birds

*

ime has come to rot: time has cum to share
vitreal feline cock with darling catty heirs
o time has cum to arise from a
majesty of guns
and, oxigenated, a ruler of lungs races for a
daddy stream where women fade away.

ole grey whistlers ram a swinger down clay
old fay sisters rummage
and a homo-head
hits to a fast beat; and a metabolic grave
rends a body-boner
with sally teeth which send gods to Fathers;
and coded rizla boys
clamber after easy idle sea-siders

and a bad bomb on a lost ship sails for
a dummy bay where seizures use scores
..
*
time enough to rot: time enough to sail downstream
time for men to rot: time enough to sail into screams
o a lady ogre has to rip
after lazy bloaters; and an arse in a rubbish tip gets
ground from mush where riders of shit gets slipped
from powder-beds to nightmare countries:
time enough to rot
time enough to watch kids slot a cradle inside a
bluebottlered outelboweller of messy mind-cars
and a body beeps
and a tabby creeps from excellent canine rest

O, as we sail for hens, then we use a blood-press
to soil a saint whose sun-sterilising baby-dress
sucks across herods
O, we sail for hens
O, we wail about chickens; and a bedded car
crusades for city bends
and a widener in a lens dreams of kitchen-calves
..
and i am the wailer: i am peter pan and my hard
curries loaned countries with pissers of scarves
and i am the wailer: i lay in two hands where stars
look down across a massive world
o these are my mallard days
o these are my salad trades
and ashen fishy fields get booming as they guide
a dogger of a dangerman
aside pinking tears that soak rocks in dumb tides

o i am the wailer.....
.

*
29/06/2022.

 

*

 

work-in-progress title: these are summery bird-words that lisp from the jives
first draft pome then poem-song

 

these are summery bird-words that lisp from the jives of a winged mouth; and these are the worlds on the corn
O, here there are red curs come sun-ravelling underneath some blue minds
O, whence eyes get dead, a whorling funferal must give instinctive head to massers of bent blinds and old porn
and, what with windmills spread, a cavener in swift dust enribs closed beds deeply inside wifelings and cold storms
and, what with windpipes made dead, a nightlong shiverer comes hooting guffs then crying after cobra and bines

O, here there are peddlers of graves that lead some days deep scarver across sweet swine and murderous wood-minds
and, sss, we shall enbully elderly slaves with some waxish mine-mask
and, sss, we shall endolly pearlers of body-blades while denuders in de past sun-bedim heros with yoyos; and porn
begets some flashy missing feature-moon?
..and, what with winders come shouting out the sweet power, a leadener of venus enmasts mienfolks with murder.

*
these are summery beach-birds who have to star-affix dizzy delvers with floamed eye-floaters; o, where mummas
eternally shoot dafs, a ladener of de blues swings for god; O, and riders of mind-juice must fellow crusts with glamour
La, these are the dummiers of fatalisms that encobra a neckler with sand-drivers
and, sss, dead nights at the midnight fair comes hissering after merrygrounds that sky-feed dalliers to mumbler manors

La, and whence wild peerers use some home-made red binoculars, me and sneeky shafters will sunder god's finger
and, sss, our world plays dead
and, sss, our timeless lays gave some rigid head to missioners and radio-seeds
and, oo, i will define the holy dead whose dauntering star-pictioners expand dry eyes and murdering seizure zingers

Uhh

*
These are our puffing days that read hired gas-meters; O, what with madams in caves come shooting plato's shadows
a delver of cars will scar-craze dust with sex-deceivers; and, sss, what with murderers come hooting after cagers, meadows
will, with shent arms shaking, abuse a dummy sex-receiver with waspish popchits
and, sss, we will hereby entertain love's essential fever with sweet fires and demestos while a macker of fathers will engallow
a pickler with bust heels

O, eyers will surely dirt-supply a wedded heart-head deal with haranguers of swift forgotten holidays; and, sss, we will enfallow
all deadeners of easy musk-dives
and, whence decks fall fast away, a brutally murdered sex-wife was pasted on northern lines where tubular tubes fed ills to
endlessness; and, la, i have seen some mammy torturers using vein-cries for sodden eye-minds
and there are minty meddlers of screens come near to us; and, Lo, serial painters will eternally arouse dillers from dead spine

Uhh

*
There are donkey elastics nearby a venal rose-road; Lo, there are missioners very nearby a car and some petrol-diesel acid
O, some peptic rose will come sharpening toad-lobes with easers of carps and easy families
La, whence herods arise, a cheater of some mass murdered teasers will enbeezer a jacking killer whose wifelings sweat
and, sss, once upon god's lost mind, a hectre of hectorers must enscent drills with sweet-spillers of beds and memories

O, some peptic rogue will hereby encardiac a silencer of sex-fountainers with red-eye munchings
and, sss, me and some majestic city-carver come into the green zion of de waterbead
and, sss, me and some dick-ripper gets huffing for lungers, some reddener of deathly mind-weed will extend bulbs from becks
and, sss, our worldlessness in struck bladers will enshine after mummies that encity ducts with speed

Uhhh

*neutered by the sun in the rain, an adventurer underglass
gets fed to dolls in the underpass
la, pootered under star-stains, a female masque uses masts
to sunder shipping veins;
and a butter boy uses gals for trains

neutered by the moon, lunar brains use hands for dogs as
netters nip a bat in a bud;
and a focal killer gets led to blood
and a fotal swimmer gets fed to blood
O, as timers don kecks then miserly manses use gods to
swipe a tall tree down.

*
neutered by the cars in a vein, a cruel father uses grass
to entertain doggies
o, slewn by dead Mars, a mother to laid larders use glass
to sunder applers
and, cased in, a feline Venus mast
gets fed to easy penises; and hankering bled boys last
all fucking year

neutered, a figgy friggy fool faces across grey masks
pootered, a dizzy easy mule
gets laid under tears;
and a daddy father drags spheres for queasy fears;
and luggers, lathered, don statues

uh

*
doggerel in a plain parcel yields sapphics to rods
stayers, spind, abuse muscles
and a daisy moon, washed, gets bolted to gods
and, oo, as we ride from death
then we sail out to find cryers under bled gob
neutered, a valley sign gets star-fed to saved sex
suited, a ballet mind gets car-spread,

and a doctor to denial
grows and grows, just like a cancer grows;
and easy bridlers get badly bitten by crows
doggereal in a plain parcel yields sapphics to bods
strayers, palm-paved, seal fields aside bruisers,
and a natal bed-native
shares its cage with both capricorn and cancer

uh

*
oo whilst reading the news of the screws, a mad man under wine
comes studying my rainbows
oo whilst crying about truths
a madam of shrift macadam nooses holy roots
and bodiers of gnits
get shovelled under lips; and a candy father hangs sea-fruits

neutered, a gallery of spind skin gets lathering; and coots get
dashing across guns and lovers
o a naked nuclears hand extends fevers to murdered brothers;
and eyers, deafened, glow just like a mind
and spirallers, missioned, uses a mad mind:
And these emptying bird-words get studded.

*
There are donkey elastics nearby a venal rose-road; Lo, there are missioners very nearby a car and some petrol-diesel acid
O, some peptic rose will come sharpening toad-lobes with easers of carps and easy families
La, whence herods arise, a cheater of some mass murdered teasers will enbeezer a jacking killer whose wifelings sweat
and, sss, once upon god's lost mind, a hectre of hectorers must enscent drills with sweet-spillers of beds and memories

O, some peptic rogue will hereby encardiac a silencer of sex-fountainers with red-eye munchings
and, sss, me and some majestic city-carver come into the green zion of de waterbead
and, sss, me and some dick-ripper gets huffing for lungers, some reddener of deathly mind-weed will extend bulbs from becks
and, sss, our worldlessness in struck bladers will enshine after mummies that encity ducts with speed

Uhhh There are inhuman giddy gold-water gal-flies seen here where an urban decker shines itself up and up
Uhh These are subhuman dizzy golds-ward-dives seen near prayers a neon sex-peckler of minotaurs and racist sluts
O, as hardener of cars must entertain soulless biddy-wynds and, sss, a flasher inside jostlers fuse cardials with white pus
and, sss, we shall keep on fighting for fanniers as we endry a nudist cold kiss with a mucker of dudes and pig
Uhhh These are some inhuman doctors with renal mind-heart-pepper come shouting out aloud the moaners under strips

Laahhh and as murmuring mumble-menfolks use a bad fork for a river, a petroller, burnt to silent death, thunder-picks
a soliciting body-funferal with soho squires whose abuse of sweet sex-killers will sirenise sweet deaths with loused lick
and, sss, whence bafflers of fig affixes cock-byrnes to dead-movers a beckoner of nailers will sex-wither forevermore
Laahh and as warbling anancee dogs inter-fued a dilly bed-soother with male desolates, a caven-mirror inside hot crick
rumbles for islands
and, sss, a ghost of gossamer men enmelds spider-memories with tigers and ancient burnt sally-shit; and eyers use bic
to bitcherise all old gods with gobby biblers

Eh? And the bakers of stewy butcher-bends scenter a nuclear arrow directly across millers of dally-plips; and old ticks
must hereby come, with ravens raised, sugary a beller of soft tears gets mutted; and, sss, a ladener of tits ram gold gits
directly aside mum whose last trip to model Bradford was her very last;
and, sss, we will idolise some imbecile killer whose handsaws became puker-masked; and, oo, emberers of lopper-picks
have me and mad mined minds come issuing dairy fawns to jacker men whose green-headed dirty boy lends skin to plasts
and, oo, the stars of bald footed Kaplan interfuse the dead with pettlers and pusher pussy-pens

and the lost dead come home to deceivings whilst wintry summer-files cum shouting for red Bethlehem's mad wharfs
and, sss, whence madam bone noses grey beadings, sweeteners of bum-bile get rutted then clefted; and, O, we must stop...

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

*
these endless eaten days where i lay down mad dreams
cum interfusng candles with windscreen
are now my petrol family
and a weeping gable that urinates across a malady
messes with pyres where selves kick in
o endless eaten eastern nights
will ply me with features of filmic pornosappic rites
pee into burled birds
and we weeevil under nerds when easy westend mites
sink termitic sex daggers under bladers of angel-mikes

these endless eaten days where i lay down mad dreams
cum intermusing lavvy lots with laden braidy beers
and a silent mask cums raising ropes from silent tears
o, once aside a small spine, my easy-fucky-lucky body
came crabbing under nine sex seeds
and a bay of nerves star-pealed an eeler from sleeves
and a bay of perves
come piecing pyjama curds
and a well of cunty careers staples fablers to sleazed
babby burnings..

these endlesss eaten days where i lay down mad dreams
cum interfusing Hector with vaginal Andromeda
and, oooo, a butcher on a cliff uses a cleavy bed-lift to
attend to weepy second wives
whose mania for friction parts cocked tides;
and the martrices which flicker under crockers denies
doom deniers and the partings of de penile blood-ride
ahhhhh.

 

*
the ghost of a bluebottle flew aside my head
o a god of cancer wing-hanged me from dead
waspy lives
o eyes of deaf scent shelled mamma as hides
rammed stinkers into chlorine
aahh

the ghost of a bluebottle blew away my bed
o a dog of camphors swing-severed
sold bitten ores... La, a slitted egg-rocker
rams dizzy fairy guns when a cop of leather
eats a creamed glitter bowel-dinner
uhh

after the fall, (when once we died), sins
may well supper for alien city pleasures
& the Fall of Man
crams curded Peter Pan with bare hands

ghosts of naked deaths develop camera sirens..
..
*
whence we boiled good hair then we amused
hitler's idiot ghost with a gasser raised by nudes
la a ghoul on ice
heaps a hater's slice
& we are spliced to bits where canal-christs
dollops draggers down the bayonets of screws
o

cabbies cast cunted callowers where mice
sugar-slather for eager eastern baby-lice
la we cast a cabbage on the land as Aslan
layers penis thickets with naked England's
dizzy tweedy tweeness
o

i jack a brolly with sainted verve as sadness
swallows naked twine
&, striped, a lion of wine toasts the madness
&, triped, a bowel of soft deadness
fucks a spawny sizzler with vaginal emptiness
Ohh.

*

"The lead-dead men, with one son gone,
Cannot mount a rose-horse without screaming?"

 

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Copyright JDB 30/06/2022.

*

 

work-in-progress title: When Despised by Parrot Men
first draft pome then poem-song

when despised by parrot men that lead the summer out to sleep, a covering of patient dogs
appear, with toady jetty kennels dwarfed, as simple to doubt as a feathery bead-God
o, whence sweet bitters groove, a distended bibler to the westend moon heaps hogs day high
and, sss, once across a sweet mind, magis to sidlers go down on dunes whilst clogs aside skies
come encracking a bubbler bile-jaw with some teasy undersound that sweats for christed mumma

o, whence dormy sugarbums stir a powder into toffee, a jacker of cats enrats trippers with dada
and the world plays dead today
and the son of man is leaden as cold graves
and, sss, as a summer under glass enrivals slaves then meddlers of bats will hereby cut cellves astray
huh,- a jammer of le mumblers wash gemeralds with closed men

*
when despised by clapping clay countries, a lover of kids will endlessly erect a pyramid over skin
O, as a bed-bone writhes, a coaxer of mummies will get fed to fields where the men of fevers enquim
all elderly eldeberries with bluesers; and, sss, what with hedonists under wheels carving fens from wind
a belder of some easy pig a crayoner of a kiss may well enspy a lover with sneeker-pipers; and, oo, time
get closed under peasy dripplers
and, La, a melter of queasy pickers uses clasped fans for wells
and, La, a sweety whose pettlers heart-fuse some watery vans for cells laps and laps till salt waters break

O, i have forever glistered for dealers and i have eternally sought dew where paps crack; and, sss, snakes
hereby sodomise a greasy mickey siren
and gods laughed at me just when my mind got stormed;
and meddlers pissed across me just when my spine got swarmed
O, eyers with grape-pips abusing mask-men of enswining fish with porn and little hens cluck against gates
and, sss, i will come back home to find mycellves come betiding kid-corn with ashes and devil rape-capes
and, sss, i will strum some acoustic bone while i die and lead death to mirrors

*
when despised by parrot men, a duper of doggy diamates must enspine some dogdayed sea of arbours with
a candler of a sky-crime; and the daddy dead come suing dusk with gin-lime where a statue at sea fuses fig with
endless emptiness; and the blue yet original moon guns swings with spun fuck-wynds
and teary tottler men, with all arms gun-stretched, sirenises coded rings with suck-pine; and, oo, fields of cribs
cattlise, with twixed eyes opened, the radial cranial grass buddha-ship that leashes vines with acrid weals

and, sss, i espy that the son of pan invented sex
and, sss, i espy that the mums in hands perverted sex with forced texts
and, sss, i arrived home from a dreary island to find the baiters of coarsed sex riding under poos and piss
O, a shitted peahen will forever shed hitler-quills for rebuffers of ghosts while sex-criers siren after red piss
and, lo, a world of hillside may well enscatter himler-rills with idiot bovver boys that read nothing

Uhh

*
on an eternally endless mind-holiday, i recollect a mad space where hot rain cut us up and up; O, once across a mind,
our nine and country senses raped mammaries with some mad face that loomed down the hills as if fucked; and, oo, times
will hereby bewray closed fever to capious gunneries that once used caps for cat-bemoaners
and, sss, i have come all too close to fingers to care at all now about the way sweet Adonais left his parsnips by a bine
and, sss, when once a puller of de rose enzinges prayer with maze-mouths, a repleter of Adonis must enstrip dogs from murders
O, weavers of hove-cunt redoubles scenters with enpingers of drips and cockermouth

O, drivers of loaf-spunks redoubles tilters with cunt-ginger
and, sss, the wild world is dear
and, sss, the wild children of fear come scar-anointing a justler of pinkers with granules and deposers; and eldeberry gin-skirters
appear laden with mad chickens
and, sss, a wolverine that fathers basins with curtains gutter after bird-stinkers; and mad birds play while england murders murders
Uhh,- a buttery bacon glass interfuses seas with kitchens and the torpid pincers of lost birds entrance glovers with female turpers

Lahh.. We will hereby send babble-boys to some dizzy prometheus plane that enswalllows shrifters with deniers and codal pearlers
and, sss, as mettlers acede sex-crabblers to dummy fizzy cat-fuss, a flocker of flats will weep for pissers and odalers of urban curlers
Lahh.. We shall ensoften rifflers with candiers as mommy sucks pus; and rockers of bats will reap gold rizzlers of pentlers and killers

Oh

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

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

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

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

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

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

*
the naked loaf of bread in my bed
has been sliced from sleepy deaths
the bakers of rude lead
stirs white-bread into flour
and i take some milk
and i swirl red flowers O
the mother naked loaves in my bed
feed my flash body to a sea of crows
.
as i awake the hour, grey salt bread
swallows emeries of buns and dead
pussy pullers of both day and night;
and eyes glitter just like gold
and minds whisper just like de old

rolled city cold heats a gay oven
sold city gold
hires a spoon from jesu's coven
and we lay ourcellves down
underneath a cellar of clowns
ah ah ahh

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

*
The expungers of fatal fools hiccough as mouths cry; O, a pickler of place-mats mut-slumber while a mickler of stencilers ram raiders
with some extraordinary moon-mule whose enhumaned eyed eye becomes foamal and left to whip god's child
and, sss, a peckering of runed dudes, with rocked baths raving, interlocks a menstrual sand-cleft with bionics and glancing babies;
Laah, i seized a wench from a fingerer
Laah, i entertained de stink from rizzlers; and, sss, whence eagle-fire enfashions dells from star-stretchers, an encavering bed-ruby cums
enhooting mamma heart-drink with fistulas

and, sss, i have seen the gods of hens using a winged clocky clucker for engardeners
and, sss, i have dreamed of mods that murmured for spindlers; and cock men cry for darkeners whilst swindlers shit upon baby sky-scrums
and, sss, i have eternally, with hooded women upraised, come back homeward to find harkeners as smiled as grimacers with blind fathers
and, sss, i have forevermore, with clit-gob star-crazed, overturned doobs with a turking turtler whose tortoise back shines for serpent bryners
and, sss, i will hasten, right here and now, to a dread beat in a dread heart
and, sss, i will love once more again a new gal whose fotal spind bed comes haspering

Uh The ripening bloodhead of a weird marriage-war hools after histrionical mental-gasping; O, while moon-smiles ride, a rider of murderings
will usually enhorse womb-bread with silencers and stella-schools; and, O, while room-ceilings get dialled by phone-pipe, a riddler of purdahings
will, with torn masks slaved, encrayon a familial glanzy flamingo world with breeders of swooners; and, sss, faces in sweet night enmuddler monas
with curriers of flasks and blades
Uh The ripening mud-meds of a sheared carriage-war drool after greyers and chemicals that sharpen squalids with rope-solids must heed flockers
and, ssss, a cloaker of bud-reds come hissering for sweet toolers whose hammery heart-harnesses scatter taits across lyles and feeders of lead-pocklers

Oh The new hearse of a cremative buried deed-daze ensluices a bender of butters with fart-famishers; O, a bled believer in leeches blood off sneekers
with a blue burstive lunatical dementive that suppers for car-puces; O, a render of piggers cart-varnish heltering breadmen with rapine dolt-deceivers
while, with modular dilative stella scentives using puppa, shutsdown forever
Oh The niked purse of a denuded cherried sky-stripper ennooses a renderer of muskers with marx-defamers; O, a bed receiver leashes gog to peppers
and, sss, once along a mind in an boiled herb, a pressure cooker with hairs jarred beneath, ensuitors marsh-meringuers with conceders of bods and lepers
Oh, and i have idolised me and mind as i have stultified the biters of crouchers and holiday meats
and, sss, wearying bodin snatchers enspirit eye-crabs with trackered wheat-feet which dent evil ivories with devilers of pussy-pans and viola sweat-keeps

and, when a dolter drams man-damage, ricketers of leapt loud hens encockerel a dizzy moony mob sun with radio meadows and killers of de sweat-raider.

*
aahh an aldebarren blackberry feeds choker cherries to coded guns
o as ashen eye-talons entertain diseasees with ferries
then accidental dunes, maimed, hasten to rigs as bended man-suns
cloister forever under racist scummers
la a digger of genes rotates across layers of kited winters
and rodeos in red dreams dilate for blinded river-pokers
and a radioed fish in a mod mind dreams of killers whose floaters
cums sandal-stirring peated meat inside veinmost killer coaters

ahh an aldebarren blackberry yields moper ladies with fairy thumbs
o as waxen wenders of fishmeal mend a bloated cunt with scrums
and a loach in a bended cage brags for bloated scissor-pigs. Drums
get gelling heaven glucose to slags who borrow mirrors from scum
and, maced inside, a darling darting girl glows just like a worm and
dummies drag smaltz for deaths as a pealer of pearlers extends sand to
softening brain-bolts which snap marzipanning dealers across jams
oo a shelterer of demented strangers sups a porn-pup as weedlers
lambast dilators with cherishers of sluts and sawn jades

ahh an aldebarren blackberry field feeds choker cheroots to suns
la, a chair in sacred cunt serries closed hands with rotted treasons
and a knifing hood cums colliding with dead egg brands whose lungs
get impeached by doddery diamante dog-demons
o-la a teacher of eyes flows like shit-fests and madams under mums
loosen vinegar ties with taxidermies of lip-rests and lightning graves

the helterers of heroic hells heed horses when hearses all alone stone
greasy capons with zero cells and prisers under purses
and, laid from fig, we transfix dells with ripeners of easy eye-bones
and, uhh, a special head cums weeping aside drivers of mind-groans
and a mental menstrual digitalis darkens wives with whipped sloanes
and, paid under prigs, a farme to garlands spies aside lipped drones

ahh an aldebarren blackberry field seals jays inside blue buzz-boxes
ahh an old king of trapped merry peal pees under crackers as voxes
sunder children meats with lippies of snakers and listening blithe drones
and an aerial daddy plane whispers under windowpanes
and, oooo, as we cable dead sisters then a darksome sea of veins
summons female feline wintry fever from twinned hands that rain
adown a blonde town where dyers drink cocas mixed with champagnes
and a dolly moon sidles under sadenners
and a molly tomb tells of the times when all god's children died
ahhh an aldebarren eldeberry jams laughter with ginners and wives

*
o what with biscuits in the cisterns &
silk-lips down the u-bends
we will suffer as we penetrate sand
& a bone of necks must don men
& a sea of punches must seize slammed
dizzy blamed bodies.
...
a screwed sown summer ledge heals
giddy buttered toddies
& a we will pull life's reins as weals
whips a genius pony
& we shall incend riders with lonely
bacca babbies..

oo what with biscuits in the cistern &
sylvan slitties down the fan
then we must supper for easy hands
..
lo as we force a face under clams
then we suffer cakes beneath scram
& we yearn after gilded clit-canned
cagey westend groupies?

canine catty riders eat aside smoothies
& an easy brother loosens
bruised bonds where lonely ladies
chant a blonded mantra...

o what with buns down the mean road
old kids will halt when slow-crows
caw at a bendy beard...Oh Oh Oh...
ehhhhh?!!!

 

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Copyright 03/07/2022.

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work-in-progress title: when once a feather child spreads its wings
first draft pome then poem-song

 

when once a feather child spreads its wings for xmas-easters, a fader under blue fire will thunderise a naked vault with a swift kiss
La, whence a radio woman lends bread to swings, a wytchy spell-deriver gets instantly mind-abused
O, eyes will use some lather lens to penetrate miens and mummies while
a strickener of dubes enfathers balded glues with somen natal squire whose evil love-dutchy comes uttering dyed worlds; O, a fist
must forever, with both cheeks scarred, come shouting out aloud for devilries

and, sss, me and my candler must ensoup some baker's mouthings across reveries and blonded heart-dials
and, sss, me and soap manglers must encoop some butcher's bleedings across ivories that underfeed all amazing black god
and, oo, a sampler of dope must suck on boots whilst some doctored ceilings get sharpening for bad baths bursting from vials
and, sss, a dappler of ropes appears, here and now, to be blown thigh-high
O, eyes willl use some matrices for fears

Uhh

*
whence a skidder on a false cliff gets enslitted, a painter of pullers will wilt for canvas statues; La, a president on a raft uses smiles
to easily head-sodomise a walled lift with china stairs
La, whence a kidder on a false tryst gets enpicked, a majesty of a mad man enlisps a japan-ghost with holiness
O, i have overcome guns

O, gods have forewarned me about dead killers and the midday sun; and, oo, i write home about bleeding as acid loneliness writhes;
and, sss, impassioned spun seeds get swallowed; oo, blue caddis mums ooze eyes from bones;
sss, a leader of gun-prisms caurse holy sparks to jump across a queen cat's angelled fur-back as meddlers of sloanes use spies to
come clocking cold coastal kiths and kins

and the world is spent at foot while alleyways commandeer and new scent on a new girl who cries for lost passion the dies; O, broods
will forevermore, with shented ponies dialled, come cantering across blue sense
and, sss, once across a torn tide, phoney telephonics will cum shooting dudes directly upon de wards of crisscrossers; and, sss,
utterances, crossed, will get digitally televised

Uhhh

*
i espied, days deep in a masked room, some easily eaten moggy gems; O, eyes rode across blind sea where a magnet on a wrist
came, with nightlong skin enclasped, appeal to defectives whose deadly titty milky wind goes shitting on bees
O, once across some spun spin, a layerer of loud detectives will hereby encity silky pins with sloes; O, statues of leaves get frisked
and, what with mummers spind, a spiderer of piss-proud infectives come encursing enchurchers with droves
O, once across some sprung limbs, delimited daddy phoaroahs appear dumb

i overloaded; and, sss, what with twixed bodies burned in a bag, certifiers of laddies enseason new men with drivers of clothes
O, a burner under seashine enheroes kids with dabblies that enslag stunnas with gob-cavvies;
and the world puckers up for blue fire
and, sss, as mentalisers suck whores, a picture of poxers encoals bled pyres with funferals; and, oo, macadam madams, enrosed,
utilise some tissuers of muck for the wiveners of de foxers

Uhh

*
what with buns in the cistern & silk-lips down the u-bend,
we must trust no-one
la, we suffer suns
la, we hear old guns shooting a hollower's sex-drum
..
a bad bounce of whores widens inside salt seasons
& we dance aside naked fire
..
what with cakes in cage & milk-strips under men
we must care for liars?

*
the sweeteners of deep sex has a fishy end
o a digger of blown old sleep
suppers after dogs in transit...

eyes hear deaf riders where soft hens
lay duped egg... O, radios under bends
body a scarf of grey lips...
LA AMEN, AMEN, AMEN

& as ashen wolverines cut women then
lavatorial laughter will die under children

*
these rended nights when i cannot dream
have all slept riders stalled
~& as reason falls, then a bladed mall
must dine in utmost silence
& we hear red rain
& we die once again.

keen kudos rules the waves of dolls,
dreamer's break slept rules
& a bone of grass drops cold stools
& we hear music cumming
out of la muba lays.
...
we will shop god's grave when fools
cry for clowned rage
oh the times will rave?

*
the souring pelmet of a pussy pealer
holds bad breasts in nets
,& a bod of blasts brags after wrecks
& a bed of silver peacock-scissors
cut a blue hand
....
cunny king men shaft a bairn when
vampy cocking horses ram old gin
& we slice a pox as a don of sins
lappers for idiotic castles.

o scourers of helmets cream limbs
then we jack a rager's lean hymns
..
tidied tidal volleys fasten fardels
& we parcel nicks where candles
stop to drug a blind body's spind sin
huh huh o yay

*
the nude makers of women don a salt-shroud
o the rude sea-shakers of death's nude cloud
& pukers of salt-makers send a sweet crowd
where, lost, a bummy breaker rends
bad crows & flashes.

a dummy rattler dislocates hot rashes,
a thrum of cattlers cock-crane for u-bends
^& we put a teacakes in the cistern
& we sink some silk-drapes underneath
blithe blue stinking lavatories.
...
the rude rapers of dirt sin don a shirt
-&, as we sweep old skirts, then Harpes
will sink a scissor bunyip against flirts
& we pin a penis on a mule-canals..

a dreamy scatterer swallows salt-crowds
~& we crow down a pinny moon?

i have seen sin come at day as mouths
sweep a lilter's tongue from old shouts
...
O
& crashed men cry as lolly cocoons
shatter god's easy butter flitter.

*
what with a penis under a city lorry, i will find
a bodice of dirtying cunny wodes
drinking from a toilet-bowl
la, where Aladdin strikes, then a sea of coals
sets light to ailmless chained minds
..
oh once aside sex we saw a cat-man fold
lemon lemurs into city cold
then we struck a closed cock.. Ahh, times
trip on vagina hill
& a wave of wasps stings a bee's thrill
..
what with penis under a naked toddy, ice
must toast a cunt with carring dick-christ
& we toe for fists
& we flow like lips. O, when we write
christ's closed word then we hire
hopper highs from biblical bone-briars
..
I must enter into gloom's dirty silence
& rape's music drinks my void?

*
and there are cats unfound inside a manx-city; O, as nightlong tissuers define doom-deniers, a spatial sunrisen moon must enclose
some eagerness of rats under blinders;
O, as nightlong daytimes cut clits from binders, a massively enkissered bed mind gets englazed with pushers of gun-driven clones
and, sss, whence fablers dig sluts, a bender of enblonded families shouts from de hip then sharpens drigs
O, as nightlong grave-tides scutter, a pistoller of gold bod enmurders doubt; and a serial father in a veined world enfrigs mud-dromes
directly under bitter beers and enbuddering ale-beards

and, sss, whence sidlers use islands for enbuttering shears, a candy cunt-boy uses knifers for lovers
and, sss, i see youth, whose crime-sucked war kills tears, enladens shampy cunt-toys with riders of zingers and illegal sex-mammas
O, as nightlong masoner of ooze enbooze some fanny burstives with sex-gardenings
a lily of a some enpuckerer englues metalisms with daffy star-horses:
and this side of de long dead living moon comes home to me when i see a dying dream-donkey sinking under hawks till stoned dead
O, a licker of cake-cries enslay a chapeller of fevers

Uhhh There are endless pizza heart-head men whose taste after wool transfuses limey lemons with beasted bruised ochre-lead
O, a swarder of trendless Pisa enslagons hens whose remarking stools enter fluids into a headlong crib;
Uhhh There are mindless hisser men here whose kissifering gemmy mood centres druids across some bedlong crypt where pig
eases, underneath some plastic fire, a purpler of pooves whose lover for denyers shouts aloud cross a crisscrosser's rain-pigs
etherise swollen ribblers with a nosferatu of a hunched back;
and i have hissified all grey gibs with venal vampyres whose pluckers of sauce-saps ride aside all heavenly county sleep;
and red gods tell of waldrons and ribs
and fled luds tell of corkers and grips; and, oo, while a scissor swine encarries a chatterer to brides, then hedonising mud sheep
must become, with horners splay-raised, appear to enbile a pisser mind that knows nothing apart of chickens and the graves reap from
these carved bird-words

ssss The common mazy street-plebeans that rout a tory cloth know near enought everything; and, oh, whilst lips split, teething guns
will eternally wilt in a flower that always dies then withers aways
ssss The enfingered fast plowers affix grists to chapped women and, ooo, a gasolening petrol-case gets covering bods inside suns
and, oo, sindering encindered showers abuse twists with greyed lapped gals and beepers of fatal faces

Uhhh gluttoners of powdery moon-cities englass piercer pionies with flasher bowers and lime-tree voces; O, a mind at sea enthrums
a falllowing nakedness of easily awoken laddies; and, sss, a feeder of bren ashers entower TV with broadbanded spine
and, la la, whence fidgeting manx-modellers pet and paw the greatest cat on this wide earth a neutering lip will perhaps grin for
enchanters unfound in english summer chopin-chortling royal gardens
and blenchy and blortive english mumma cums huffing sugar-seed from mutative garlanders; and, sss, fotalises must wage no more

Ah. Ideal oglers of rhythmic curly loved leppards enswerve some bibby bed-beacon aside a milk-kiss; and, la, a damask whore
will forever and eternally and always bread-toast an neurotic brewer-bast with a heavenly catkin silk-fist; and, la, a dazzler's shores
hum and fucking cry for false waves and falsely fainted plastic tides; and, lo, some tidal tiny weepers cut spun stars from vaultings

Lahhhh

*
fishermen of mermen seize an epilepsy from a fast world
o kissermen, lobbed, heave after complex dinner girls
and, once relieved, the lessons of the death deceived
slide a thespian across a spider
oh, a darling boss darts under writhers
oh, a fearing crashed cloth
delves daddy drinks for mad moths
and a bath at sea shends a bled cross with weavers of
painted plumed gulls

o as weepers widen, then salt criers will have to lob a
glassy bearded sky to spent cobs
and a fisher under teas
gets ravelling under fleas
o as weepers widen, then salt drivers will have to lob a
minister of a mind-crate aside beers, tears and soft gods

fishermen, slabbed, cast sugar nets aside a grey seed
o tissue-men, dragged, cast sugar rods where cones heave
coded sea-holidays to vacancies and demure mind-weed
and, once crabbed, motels under sands
slash budded canes with naked islands...

ahh as beads get danced in euphesian wind then bands
will most certainly swing for sweet jazz
ahh as beads get lanced in egyptian wind then gas
will most certainly swing for signal jazz
o a patent parented mind-ring

dollops trumpet christs across risers of holy steeds.

*
o when eyes lead loss to cones, then a purple-vision-grave
will always lead deaths to water
o when eyes kiss a blind cross
then, made from lip, a mental neon loft
gets fleeing down a fast smile;
and, oo, as faces crisscross, then curtains under old cloths
get sunken under dish-cloths
la la, easy pinkies whose berry bouncings
get stuck inside the moon send daring fathers aside dials

neutered, a gormless sea-driver buys a fast drowned meal
pootered, a handler under masters
get massing with monday's child and female disasters
and, ah, a dated fever
gets flowing
and, ah, a shielded river resonates downstream

o whilst perusing a dolly taper, i saw naked dreams
shaping womblers from fused screams,
and, liced, where tiddlers screw, then minnow-spleens
get fiercely removed
by anglers of angel-snoods
and we all go wide
and we use the skies for
cinemas and screen-fjords

huh, when eyes deafen the instant blind, then dreams
must sit very still
huh, eyes quicken, the instant false hills use marines
for daddies and mourned mamma marie
huh, daisies, drammed, get erected from dead leas
and, shippen now,
dilators of dictators drag dives for loud shows

Uhh.

*

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 death
we will ride into a rose
we shall ride inside a shroudsail
and moon-men will slice
glass red loathed
veiled phantom-piercing spirit-tigers
and a web of whored tears will lend me clothed
memory, and ideas will tear a sea of ghost-loaves
,
o, are there serpents inside my head?
o, will jesus rise the sex-dead?

*

Copyright JDB 04/06/2022.

 

work-in-progress title: The plexiglasses donned by funeral aces
1st draft pome then poem-song

 

The plexiglasses donned by funeral aces hereby enshatters a model mind; and, lo, as windscreens shake, a rattler under eyes will
come sundering inside a dome and a drowny sea-harness
and, what with fannies raised, a musher of a crowy bee-spy comes buzzing out aloud about femaleness and gardens graized from hills
O, mad massive candy-chap that enmelts a gobbler with tithes was once alone but seen in a mansion filled with fiery flu-company
O, cadders of placids come far, far away on a crony cold birthday

and, sss, as rhymes sing lies, a bodicer of a boudica enstables some hitler of a tubercular family farm
and, sss, as dives sting eyes, a refranger of a molded scar leaps under a sweet life filled with holy Alice and mice-men under arms
and, when once a rider's road-rose dies, then statues of mons and macadam entissues phlegms from de Strand
La, a baiter of lazy eyed Hermes whoops up and up about death's glaze

La, a christer of hazy scab-Herpes shouts out aloud about renal sex and nuked plays
and i have seen my bod-God come chanting de devil's mad molten hell-desk; O, a buddy to defilers fuses flamingo to cold-claves
..

*
These are the ballad days that weed up some shooter of pink wine and heroin shadow; O, eyers with vein-vines get enhaloed as screams
gutter as they fawn to strippers;
and, sss, a fabler to de blues enmazes a sky-slut with raiders of kink-brines and zero crack-shafts
and, sss, the deaths of men is seen when hillsides fell to some sad earth
and, sss, the messes of pin-fizz gets dreamed for swell dudes and massive pig-pregnant births

These are the bellygraves that behold ashen mummifiers; and, uh, a plaiter of burnt hair becomes enboiled with snarers of aged rainbows
Ah, a timelessly endless head-heart-body shoulder got temporised
Ah, a everlasting drum-nest appears magified with aged gods and candle-crazy jesu gourdes
and, sss, worldly wizeners, whose tears shed sties, happen now to overhear men-dragons that scatter salt seed across a deadly gal-child
Ah, lewd deaths strum gizzards

and a daisy dairy titty-flame forces enscarpered moddy mud boys to mitch after deniers; and, oo, me and mental valour guts de rude-wild
and a masser of hairy clitty drakes half in moved moony spaces come internoosing denyers with lost clans and feverish modelled smiles
Ah, we close our second best eyes and, luh, mentalis comes champing aquaria with hawthorn
and a dizzy bedstead come hissering after bud-bud-bud issuers a blenching nuclear rage that sharpens knives for pussies and lip-prawns
Ah, we close our second best skies
and, oo, we collapse then float downstream to nudist leechy-beaches

Uh

*
The stinky ensketched bone inside peasy decks became mad and gone a long time ago now; O, a painter of de rose buds up for old-masks
La, a pealer from some wretched stone gets enswallowing
La, a reever from some rancid drooler gets enpyring meddlers of darlings with dilly birds and saint joan's fields
O, a raider of suns thrums for acid sloanes
and, sss, once across a pleb hand-mind, droners, crouched, issue some new fast false day; O, a beddler of de cloves buds up for gold-casks

and, sss, we must ensign some signal swine with a doctoring coat of sperm-arms
Oo, a painter of Paladin gets sandalled with cat-crime; and, sss, a lady on her infant sex-back uses slaps for coded jam-wheels
and, sss, a deifier of some grass-pets enangel a desolate mind with de babies
and, sss, i have undercupped some crazy pig no more whose eater of red boozies come cattling for grey paps and loaded ram-reels
Oo, a capering scurry-skin dances down some sad street of feeling filthy dirty

and mensa hens cluck for cleverness as a genius egg-layer arises from dippy skirters; O, once when skin cried, crisscrossers of body-eels
got, instantly and eternally and always, as enshelling as a bladdered bed-bomb and the hunters of gold childen
La, eyers will empty some bollock-empery directly aside gasses
La, riders must enter some paddock pony-grease into a plural castle-cage that surrenders leechers to aged family glasses; O, we will unreel
a diddler of soft pus as we ravel into demure times

Uhh

*
o huge sucrose splayered trades when i donned my death
had to show sugar coves to magical maji men; and death
drew me aside from Mars; O, self died. I saw blind death
sippering inside lost cars; O, selves died. I saw mind-death
reeling in the east when angels gathered up the seas. Deaths
dunnied me with cold and my china teeth grew old. Death
draggled me from a pontoon heart when gentlemen's gold
sat astride red gentlemen's chairs; and whence city soul
dangles a bald kite from my window then christs must fold.

a grey stone drama shields sex thesps from easy easter men
o christmas in tinsel manyana hits to a gun; and dirty wrens
wrench thrushes and swallow from cicada shades; Oh, hens
brood against the vast cock-abyss where an angel's lens
carousel-grinds a fairground man-war; and seagulled men
ease xmas into candlemas, and a doc who has no semen
hoops to a blonde mind moon. O, a stricken nude who sends
a dolly pudenda to a shop of veins telegraphs the past
ah ah. Death seeps into cots. ah ah. Sex jacks in a cast
..
yielded massers of molded cunt-quests jack outcasts and
slayers of sad noise trumpet titter meat when big hands
sink a moggy thumb into yeast dinners; and, lo, as we slam
a dawdy bibby from a corpse of cans then motel Japan
must draw the vinegar tie days deep above a rotor-ram
ah ah. Death parries our snicker safes as we motor-man
buddies of tall death with miscarriers of moggy dog-drams
.
diggy dazzly lazy laden chanticleer calls world-wide eggs
and a figgy fazy farty madam sphere mops salty bride-egg
and a mapper of arty pantie ears wash waxers with pegs
ah ah, a picture of plumed wine knocks nightlings from eggs
and a dipper of deviled mounted halls shout upon red legs
..
endlessness screams alike to a saint when painted crates
crusade for dark beer-lime; O, a snipper of fainters rapes
easterly arising ego-lines; O, a stripper of shapers drapes
dummy diamonds upon woollen dreamers of tonsure-snakes
and a baldy in a brolly muff micks aside milks when apes
carry coarsened nut-thatches to eager modellers of drakes
..
as a bender of blended blithe brut broils hedons dry then
me and macadam mind-mikes hear sense turn into gems.

*
There are cranky sireners of dukedames come scattering alarms across disease; O, whence some budder blows, some cartler of guns
becomes, with some indigo lover wailing, enbooking some dead lick-puss to shine upon sex biblers
O, as emptiness glowers, neon mothers will use buildings for guns
O, as dizziness flowers, xenon puppas will use ceilings for drums; La, and ivies with bled bloods burning, scented, will glut salt-suns
and i have embolised me a oozed spread-street and i have enterprised me a naked whore-keep

and, sss, what with muddlers of painted claw-feet come casting castlers directly across deniers and swarming, pented rivery sea-suns
will come tummying in a geesy fluid flex-harness,
and godded madding ghastly gas-gins come hurtling into evil hauntings
O, deceivers of cabbing ghostlers may well rout goddesses with cockerel egg-illnesses
and, sss, a herophant seen on a glass kiss seems to hurl a full drinks-tray down some sodden cliff-sheet; and faces will burn and burn

Uhhh There are surely some magical mad psychics near whose mentally frail mind-sets will lend some digitalis to a blood-red perm
O, i have undertaken family to rectify sad cock-chicks with wed fans and fangy female crayon flamingos
O, eyers may well thrust some star-dried blonded blindness that cafe-feeds evil brain-baiters with sticky buns and elderly summer cocoas
Uhhh There are surely some tragical imbecile mentophrenic sex-friends that feed somed devil head to hollowers
and, sss, what with manical cocky clown slaves come tissuing perverters with rats, enthunderers of evil breads will bake cakes for sofas

Ahhhh Whence dragged mooners part winds from bright heat, a ravener of pig-rats will excort damsellers to dustbins while sweet soda
comes, with all dom daniel raging, enspiral glass from christ-sleep; and, oo, what with wanderers made gold, blue veined dials will encross
all man's gobby five and countrty senses; Ohm, a bedside mouse-sheet ladenises piggers with shoulderers; and the fat wives under motor
get, with all their county signals upraised, a blencher of a penile creek
and, oo, the dudders of blood-stables drinks red salt-havens beer-dry
and, oo, the nipplers of god-gables drains a sugar-flask thence burying teeming blackberries within swift mummas and darjeeling sonars

O-La!!!! A drabbler of a reddening plasma dummy cry carries some sweet herophant to fotal poltroons; and, sss, winged bride-radars
come enspittering me and my fatal head-car that enbuttons daisies with some sugary masky messy tree-room
and, sss, as medallions of sands use necker for cat, a nuclearism, bombshaven, glows like eerie seizure-wounds
and, sss, as swift britannians appear webbing cars with marsh-cake; bendering zion crows cause heaven to blossom under mumma-dunes
O-La!!! A draggler of some pettering miasma enshoals a shoaler of minge with iron toad; and, sss, elderly cats will rule all wide heaven
and, uh, dragged def-men must cry again?

and dada's genuis mad hens caused fatal fire to swell aside petrol curtains; and the locus of a lotus-crocus uses binded bodies for ravens
and gaga, woven out from a holy good man, enslaves bridal petrels with some tawny mind-albatross that leads fuses to wynded gardens
and, Lo, the gullers who scream downstream come detolling petals with gunned prawny spine-calvados
O, i espied some fast wrens near that chirupped for dick-fruits while bandagers of horny swiners used a crisscross to sweat for patrons
O, i have eternally watched, with noosed eyes wailing, my fascination with false murders enfingers green stools with fractal walled natrons
and, Lo, some faster of a faceless one guts dicky dirt-cords
and, Oh, some rasper of a tasted one gluts dippy cunt-warps

and i have seen god in his stable die aged one and, oo, i will expand breakers of drills with sodomisers and tractal dicky fanny-shine

Ehhhh?

*
& as we wandered into a kissed lift, then Lost elevations jammed our sea of women. O,
& the tall river towel when men Spun scary dice against a balding wall
Sent stars & Christ to forced sleep. O
When once a bullied inn falls, then halls
Will certainly duel after handled old salt-balls
& where a baby’s daddy body Bangs in a hanged hand, then
Eyes widen like the rain.
& we waded into washed cock-hard kong & we drove for vaginal song
& men harried us for
Duped spies & climatic cunt-war
ooo

*
& as we nibble on a multisided dream, we Enter into fiddles & ruin
& as we fumble after life, then swung ruins
Dance for a mitching folly; & five hot seas Strap doled angels around a cold
Swing of dates & apples
O

What with mental medicine in old kitchens & what with numbered kittens outdoors, then
Mazy men with penates miction
Pisses in a snapped stream;
& the harts of Pan suck liars from screens
& the sad outgrab
Coded colas & dreams & I have found a keen way to
Initiate bodies with a varicose eye’s nude
Snood of salts & water
.
As we shape a shaven cut for Closed pigged sea-wards
Then a bad bugging cat under scores
Paws & preens hot leeches & dulled doctors
.
O we leave behind us a lost flower Oh, we cede to rinds a sex-tower
& mimicries must mentalise
Digitalis & old Heaven.

*
the blossoming hand-held city guns get sweated under sands
o histories, sand-sea-shelled, use suns for rivers
and a house at sea get washed in its own waves
and a bath aside bees, strummed by strangle honey, dams
a dizzy god-ghost with dummy blades.

the blossoming hand-gelled pity-guns get pelted under slams
o families, brand-bed-belled, use riders for pictures;
and dolters of female mermen
get glanced across easy nut-men
and, la la, an opener of blonde-bottles gets cuttlered from
hands, knees and wheelchairs.

O, once upon a bled mind, i saw nude betrayers shaping
old time sparrows with wormy-crows
and all good birds kiss
and all wildlife raises fists to ingenuious body-burnings
and, meshed, lovely animals make all good furs
clad the ermine in a dresser

Uh Uh: easily slain, greying blue curs carry dogs to a
naper of familial fearing truths
and we wish farewell to screws
and we wish hello to mind-shrews;
and de naked owl hoots for all mankind; and, spewed,
devilry that shoots cats dead
must die off now

the blossoming jam-gaoled fatherer of mammy lead
gets forcing quick silver adown mercury and devs;
and we extemporise moon-towns
and we extend old cries to fatal city-towns: And,
once upon my mad mind
i overheard roomy bad wynds making hooky

uh

*
grande mal epileptic mush has to break into a mind
o sandaled soft head-muck
comes crucifying bowels with outelbowed suck;
and sparrows under veined blows
drag drivers for lumbers
and, oo, grantas, grabbed, mollify mad fuck.

 

*
Cloning sex riders will stone a bad fast boy,
O, under a kelpie, we will whip toys with
Mascara and rainbows
Sssss under a shroud sail, men and figgy kids
Suck skirts from quince,
And, laden, a severing sea squint slays slashed pigs
O.
Cloning sex drivers will stone a bad glue-crib,
And, la, as eerie earth men deride
Waxed hands and shorn screwed kids,
Then grinding gashed spades will rise
From out colostomies, agers, and cold disguise
,,
. 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
.
.. ahhh men...
de-seat is spind

*
"The purpose of Poetry is to
Sum-up the misery of the Universe?"
*

06/07/2022.

© a day ago, James Edward David Bellamy rhyme • adult

 

 

work-in-progress title: Oo While Razors Rot
1st draft poem then poem-song

 

oo while razors rot, a pearler of plenuries must enshave some bled beard with light
oo while lasers stop, red curlers of salt babies will enlay some hirsute old kid with nights
and, sss, once across a bustop, a furler of daisies will engrave a red sextant with murder-heights
oo while razors rock, a mealer of families must enclave a dumb sward with sextons while christs
appear blue while leaden

La, a pusher of smiles interfuses Hermes with herpes; and, sss, a shaker of pig comes for sliced
bursted dead bodies
and, O-la, a painter of rubies must sirenise pig with Ares
and, O-la, red sainters of doobies become ironised with plaiters then fang-catties
and, what with murders stunned, we will most certainly drive defamers across mental rabies

Uh

*
these are our mallard days that extend madams to marmlades will, with lipids spread, hiss for
damagers; O, whence kangaroo christs use hens to sunder hills, a kiddling of breads will enwar
magi-godboys with scentinels and oozers
sss, a static definer of pussy pies extract sands from evil ivories

and, what with missions scotched, massive wigwams get engunned
sss, a mastic kidder ensermons some perverted river with jets while a mansioner aside bruisers may
easily become, with pictures raging, as dewy to a holy mind as a genius stallion underbrides
O, whence salt sparrows suck and suck, a pusher of a soft wynd will die

Uh

*
whilst local foetal babby cinemas become ladenised with sweet lady-weed, a bodier of boners must
hereby enter petals under boobies
La, when once angels slumber, a thunder-laddy gets psalmed
and, as some meagre girl-grubbler causes mamma baby to read palms, reddeners of quick dust must
entertain, with a boat for a blood-bed, a cemetery of decorous blind waters
La, we wilt for passion

La, we spill for gardens; and, oo, ides will drive home a bitter romantic roman pigger with fairy-fuss
and, sss, the isles of hearts intermood shrill ivies with pilers
and, sss, the smiles of calves winter-moo sharp fields with writers
and, O-ha, a raker of bled maps enspinster carped yields with mule-heavy mental mod riders
La, we will inweave a silly bummer with bastardisers
and, sss, whence idiot mad poet hitlers encrib denyers with directoire sweat-deniers

Uhhh

*
Sundials seen underneath the moon hereby synchronise some leadener of men with daffodils
La, a missioner of sweet sleep uses dunes to fragmentise some ladener of gems with wiffodils
Oh, a bed in a shop that sells swift sweets must enwrangle gemmy breeders with hennas; O, hills
come entertaining dippy rogues with meats
and, sss, as timed bombs growl for pig, atomisers of sleep come shouting de mantra; O, old heels
get murdered today

La, a bedder of bodies delve after sprayers and cold-clays; and, sss, a statue under fires guts weals
and, what with elderly windmills gone, mentalisms with windy hands must glister for sluts and reels
Oh, and ideal icers, with all mums gone, gibby for pig
Ohm, and feral divers, with all ships sunk, become, with eyed grids, as fat as a stranded Buddha
La, we will somehow close our eyes
La, we shall seek for a sneeky flower

Uh

*

can we marry Eden Oh is sky
shaved by nunneries?
or is a sea of even serums scried
above a mirror's wives?

mucky mad boys hit a wide night
& old tides move where christ

is smashed to teasy pieces...

*
on mumbling instant cliffs, i made my noisy fame
o under fumbling snow-crypts
i fed old thunder to shadowy night-trips & flame
falters down a window-pane
..,.
& we ignite a red town when clowny canes
whip an accidental fairground.
...
on mumblers head, eyes rove under eyes
& a ball of wine stoppered, Lo, slides
spiral into hitler's tea-room when spies
suspend soft deaths from gassers of wives
.
we will fight a downy fool as green guys
die for jewish ashes,
& we ignite a dead sound & we see lies
dreaming for drowned killer lights

endlessness robs us of tears but eyes
still cry forevermore & this earth is
emptied of all true love's beauties.
*

agh, you & i & a little man cat
ride under fanged maned beads- O, rats
search a feline goddess for robed bats
agh, you & i & a little man cat will
rest with god's pumas

& a cheetah-bed dreams of a lynx
& a leopard under bread sees a kink
wedding a glad tail to preening siamese
..
agh, you & i & a little man cat
mewl aside five lion-winds & cats link
tigers with roaring tigon cub-winked
baddy tailer deep-freezed
wild catters of milky meaty trees.
..
the dizzy dreams of dogdayed kittens
cry forevermore... & we have kitchens
fur-fuelled by kittens,
& we twirl roaming fingers under us
& fished foods must feed all of us?

*
ah a sexy swirled soul of dun sex
dreams of dolls & toy saviours
la, a dizzy girl's rose drags deaths
& killers breed for toy saviours
..
once aside a rose, we hoarded
balls & pussy cloves, O, warded,
we sing for a greasy valve when
cat-headed phantoms leap from gems
..
ah a sexy swirly soul shrinks depths
& a cave of screams
weeps within glowed windy snipt
ghost candles..
& killers believe in toy saviours
& mirrors tell tales on sex flavas
...
a bed of light blinds us when labia
whips a swarmed lover from failures
& a mind of mussels
fries a fish-shaken hand... & picks
pull a granite sunrise from flavoured
city shrouds.

ahhhh men?

*

The summery gemmers that enwitness buds with smiler-minds have hereby become sweet as Mother
O, a gentian head-heart lover gets spading desolates from hands to feet
sss, a fatalisms of mind-hearts uses dreaming to demurely star-ram ole sleep with meddlers of Brother
O, a gentile gentleman's chair enprayers us with westenders
sss, a natalism, mumblered, enhairs coastal kids with mad mind-chasers

and, oo, a timelessness of murderers comes sea-harnessing bubblers with priories while coded DaDa
will become, with dangerous trainyards thrumming, as heltering to cuddlers as a killer of raided PaPa
sss, and a city come situated inside cars taunts my village with some neon urban curse
and, oo, i will fight suns with mazy sky-Mars
and, once weepers cry for tea-seeps, a creeper of street-hards gets rhuematic thence dies out; O, my purse
has most instantly paid for my royal seahorse

and, sss, a delver of graves summons spoolers with some weird dead attempt to exhume a cat's bodies
La- icers get crushy
La- micers pet memories; and de lazy amazing Leda of suns seems undrowning as a swan-Zeus kills verse
and, sss, meated blue-blonde growl-grandes gush until god-bums centre soft downings with pearled erse
and, Oh, me and my metal gal-garden gets glutted by grey gills

Uhhh

*
red gobblers of glued fats hiss to a skirt-jeep; La, as bunnies float by, a heartless sea of stoats comes
entissuing, with all guns staring, as if a motel cinema gets shafted by boats
Ohm, whence issuers of bums use vines for hotel-kinematics, sodden meddler-cars use some concertina
to ravage, directly underfire, the fascinating moon-hide that hitches Cyrano then moves gals to crash-killers
and, sss, what with ideal home-shows come scampering across cats, a lovely eternal lion will use mirrors for

entreating glue-vents, with some weird whiff groaning, a nuclear fatal gunner-kissed wild mount Zion
and we must enter once again into the green Zion of the waterbead
and we must enlave once again some good god and the green genoa of holy head-bethlehems
and, oo, ideal crippled criplene gal-boys get routed by sky-cock and the murderers of night-lights and lost herons
Ohm, whence a shadower of dead ties appears rented to eye-spots, modernising post-poetry heights rape serums

Uhhh belstaring body-crocks enmood some hilly lambwhites with spurty latrinas; and, uh, with mice rushing
directly across a devil of a queen rat, a modeller of dilly hill-lights weave, within ravines, a motorway that,
without a keen wife to disown, gets made human
and, sss, as a cranial buddha-christ abolishes false men, a procrastinator of a sugary fatty sex-spread
entemporises a keenness of madam-christs that slumberise a deflector of heart-head millers with asexual Devs

and a madding Deus of a sun seems mine
and a crabbling Deus of a mum kicks wine; and, oo, what with denyers of a tongued kiss come snapping breads
directly in two, a twixer of a goofy trip will endaze blue desolates with deprivers;
Ohh, once upon a god-god, chasteners of blinded rods and cones cum hurtling after damsellers and sweet dregs
and, sss, some mutable prison-pens get scuttering
and, sss, some disabled prism-gem gets whittering

Laahhh Oo The times hereby are leant to midlife: Oo, where faces crisscross, a beaconer of sweet sand beds
a bellyful of swift encasers with gilded whiskey-chasers
Laahh Oo, The times nearby are pressed by midnights: La, with goats downstream, riders of sleep will tread
eternally baptised foresters with imbecilic loud business chrontic schizophrenia
and, sss, we will itemise our sex grill with a digitalising mad moon-fed graves
and, sss, a gilly dilly gully sweet gull-girl interfuses enknotted tomb-spread dummy lays

AHHH Mennn...

*

a coppice of faces features in The Sun
Death stinks of war
and the couples who fuck with whores
dent sex disaster with
old stripped gods and guns

underwater, a capsized sea of ores
sinks boats into the Thames;
and we salute the armies of men
and we shake an apple tree.

a coppice of faces features in The Star
Death stinks of crime
and the married boys have no mind
and the cars of joy
crash and die for mime

highways to women ride upon a
straight road
and American Freeways squash
the lovely flesh of a wet toad..

magicians at children's parties
celebrate magic spells as babies
bob around for magic bells
and i hear magical seashells
disappearing into sound?

*
what with bad birds at sea come tumbling in salt-harness
then a vermeil city hisses as guns thrum
and a bullet breather shoots gas as ingotted mind-lung
fish-hang denuders from roots and routed city dung
and a bended room
gets sealed inside a dune while a carryer of heart-tunes
barricades nesters under glassrooms

when we grow for a lens, then the darkness in tombs
double-cross hatches with chiding sadness; O, wounds
appear moon-strangled by raddlers of sugary sky-wombs
and we delve for heart-spies
and we swill swollen wasp-hives

what with dictionaries going spare, a daffy dill flower
gets spar-sunken across flowing hair
and, la la, a curtain on the moon eases thumbs thru
cloisters of canny clisters and minted metal-moods
o, once across honey, rustlers squint
o, once across money, hustlers see into bints

and these are the mallard days where nothing gets said
and these are the cupboard days where, splinted, bed
causes elephants to cry and cry
and, o, we may well remember that elephants are holy?

ah, a copper in a coppice grate uses sedans for sky
ah, a lopper in a cornish state uses scones for Ides
and a laden loader of a snake
comes scrying after lakes when a city in a crate
cuffs huffs of evil cum..

*

o i used to own a lady whose name was Madam Sweat
o i lived for love's sweet ruby
& i kissed the hot flea-hit
o i sued an endless baby whose cot was raised from iron
o i used a suit when easy dupes
donned statues made from lions

once inside a woken mind, we broke into the rain
o we are in awe of trips
& we dare not love again
la a partridge by the name of Moon saw pain
falling, falling...

oo my llttle killer gal when will you use a net
oo my ickle river gal
who are your going to strip from your pearl-set?
...
o i moved god's body as bobby broke sex
o i curled a lady's daddy
& a bled beard in a bag bogged after T Rex...

once upon a wet mind, we scattered grain
inside a gun whose riflers under cunt-cane
car-caged a stage of stains
ohhhhh.......

i idolise a rider of redeye- & veins
must snap god's gelled period... brains
snap-strain
kidders of dolters- eyes will crane
adown Adon as keen devils hill-reign
upon a licked throne's halter
..
naked japed jumped gemmed Escariot
heaps a herod hero where
factless naped impossible christ-cots
disappear adown time's prayer.

o i used to own a lady whose name was Madam Sweat
& i enter now into a guilty bus
ohh a tree of tomes trickles for baby-busts
& a car of lions dreams of dizzy pylons. Ahhhhh
uhhhhh

*

Desked deaths become youths: the lighters of de marigold will get fed to daffs and holy christened porter
O, whence shadow-dudes crisscross aside beniters, a shoal in Rhodes gets fishsnarled
and, sss, desked deaths punish youths: the incesters of evil televisions become haunted by wintry hurters
and, sss, god hurt His mum today
and, sss, gobblers became gunned today

O, whence decks get cunted, wolverines aside hired windows become yapping at doilies in de dark: Uh,
a toodler of kecks gets junted while me and madam mule-ponies jack all fathers and listen in a green park;
O, we will enmumma coded cathedral fevers
O, we shall enmurder radio and luminous christ-pleaders
and, la, this side of a red meadow, Ma Maggie de Jill comes jilting hooves then enlasers veins with carts

Ehh?

*

Copyright JDB 09/07/2022.

 

 

work-in-progress title: the easily painted hands of blue rain encuddle sweet brushes
1st draft pome then poem-song

 

the easily painted hands of blue rain encuddle sweet brushes with eagles
O, whence times flow by, a cradler of a canvas carries islands to seagulls
and, sss, a belter of a painted encries
and, what with watery genius statues under wives, bell-flowers feed eyes

and, Oh, a candifier of cocoas and easy coffee-teas shares cakes with dolls
as, sss, a pain-caressing artist's family gets easily sold to ghosts of art-molls
and, O, whence some dizzy father gets wrecked, bellyfuls of ropes enforce
a lady killer with keen and peasy fast oils

Uh

*
we must rout a cock on a bolster as we abuse cellves with wine; O,
eyers, surrounded, uses guns for faces
and, sss, with dead men fused, a heaper of stasis cuts the rain sin treads
O, once along a mad mind, i saw some deadly artist come scudding in bed
O, once upon a mod mind, i saw some easy fascist come shuddering

and, sss, what with the painter of the Cross made endless, molten oils
will, here and now and forevermore, sirenise maids with mindlessness
O, a canteen, with fat buns raging, slinks into de flour whilst endlessness
becomes, with canvasses crying, sink some bluesers under cardial senselessness
and, sss, a beller of bunnies rams hawks down necks

Uh

*
These are our ballad days that lead loud noise to impassioned chemical waters
La, these are our vineyards that lend some wicked vineyard snail to squelchers
La; as times row by, a father made from fat extends easy head-hards to easy daughters
and, whence ringlets shoot a true moon, meddlers of faces come hooting after slaughters
La, these are our vineyards that lend some turgid dashboards to fatalisms

and, what with navellers using caps, some tepid sweety-sunner will arise from dicta
Oh, a melder of flour and red bakers foresake glass-rooms to terminuses and rivers must
enshower, with currents fish-crazed, a cabler of sea-men and murderers
La, icers of frig enbutton a cat's lovely haze;
and, what with fatsos made extra lardy, motorways aside fly-towers crack up and up

Uh

*
The painters whose canvasses cause vincent to shout appear holy; O, where caverns drop
directly away, a sireniser of mamma-forces comes routing tears
and, sss, a robber on a rainbow, gone pale, writhes aside ceilings then faces under spots
O, whilst heads move, a mettler of suns fuses sails to wives

and, sss, once across some sweet times, a statuer of killers becomes engrained with cops
O, i will forever abuse loss
and, o-la, a smeller of de noose forges lots from crisscrossers
and, whence jivers jive, a driver of foods uses ingots for venal kids and deadly seed-cots

Uhh

*
There are mad mummies here that get all men wound in egyptian cloths; O, as suckers cry
then, with bled arms raging, fear bats pets with evil hatred
and, with leaden palms writhing, tears snap kecks thence hooding sex-crows and spurt-eye
sss, a maelstrom of a cool gal-bride uses some peckers for dealings
sss, a maelstrom with a cold skull-guise pummels rainbows

and, once across a loud mind, a rider of tides caused evening sea-tides to drown all lives
sss, a caddy chopped slit enbrides a nappy of a child; O, mysterious cries which use knives
to sharpen dark reason; and the whipper of laddies uses buddies for bird-hides and sweet crows
will hereby come to harden men with comforting carrions
and, oo, the dead kids that get strickened by ceilings

must arrive back home to find a granular granite buddha sweating coptics as mad pugs flower

Uhh The mouthing pluperfect enemy whose magenta mother burns up got shutdown in powder
O, these panting world-words use penuries to soothe placenta with perms
and, sss, what with wynding world-birds come cheeping after messengers, dead ferns
come carrying mute cars to a multistorey parkside
and, when once embers turn, a city under money becomes stolen from and fed to false germs
and jiggery gingery chortle-men hasten to de figure of lost guns

and i have seen the ideal women under this fierce earth using bad bums for lesbotics as drums
become, where once kids stripped, maiming tawny birth with buzzy lungs and eerie head-jive;
and the weeper of salt-grips engrists some eager female hair with corneas and swirling pupil-pies
and, oo, we shall open up some pussy pie
and, oo, we shall enoven lusts with puddy ply
and, sss, weird gods came all too close to me and fatherings feed thighs to weepies and killers

Laahhh. Sifted river-soils that reveal demure gold have now become as deserted as mirrors
Laahhh. Rifted mother-oils render dealers from demure souls as some genius song uses mirrors
to extemporise some heavenly sea-guns with heady hooded gals
and, Laahh, i will abuse some devilers of bead-bums to sunder gall from a blue song inside scissors
Ohm- riders of fabulous sex-casinos get beheaded now by gambling saviours
and, Laahh, as churchyards get used like urinals, a desecration of grubblers will rout cock-cravers

and the instantly fatal crisscrosser of a cancer-heart lifts god's crabbin-hook then fades fast away

Uhhhh.

*
o when eyes lead loss to cones, then a purple-vision-grave
will always lead deaths to water
o when eyes kiss a blind cross
then, made from lip, a mental neon loft
gets fleeing down a fast smile;
and, oo, as faces crisscross, then curtains under old cloths
get sunken under dish-cloths

la la, easy pinkies whose berry bouncings
get stuck inside the moon send daring fathers aside dials
neutered, a gormless sea-driver buys a fast drowned meal
pootered, a handler under masters
get massing with monday's child and female disasters
and, ah, a dated fever
gets flowing

and, ah, a shielded river resonates downstream
o whilst perusing a dolly taper, i saw naked dreams
shaping womblers from fused screams,
and, liced, where tiddlers screw, then minnow-spleens
get fiercely removed
by anglers of angel-snoods

and we all go wide
and we use the skies for
cinemas and screen-fjords
huh, when eyes deafen the instant blind, then dreams
must sit very still

huh, eyes quicken, the instant false hills use marines
for daddies and mourned mamma marie
huh, daisies, drammed, get erected from dead leas
and, shippen now,
dilators of dictators drag dives for loud shows

Uhhh.
.. we all know about evil growth...

*

spine-wise witherers wither dates with crap,
mind-wide slitherers slumber after boned pap;
and a rifle in the moon sleeps, sleeps
and, oo, a car-carried mad sop crashes heat
with stoned flowers where the dead scream
o, spine-wise madams shooteth doggers of a
slashed wound screen where infants stray for
a model dappling village,-

and a schism of decrial ignites a spool of sleet
and a prism of denial ignites catted sparks,
and a widener of gals grips to a feline sheet;
and a glow-worm glows in my bed
and a wormy maggot-crow feeds from spread
bedded sea-hanged bird-weed

as a wounded mallower kneels upon defiance
then a giddy fat policeman kneels aside sense
and a charging widower
has to ask for the times his wife had sent
and, oo, a mauled Herod hits a child-scent
and, oo, man's murdered but now eager dove
dazzles for silky sawn table milkies,
and, oo, a war under porn sprays gal-bud
across a crisscrosser of ole bells and mud

and a prism of decrial ignites a spool of tears
and a prison of red smiles leads sex to tears
and a basement in a thread
dam-stiches spind sins to hellish piss-bread;
and, Oh, me and my invisible daughter spread
dishy dishclothed kids with smoky sleeves..

*
ooo i took a butterfly bard to an eagled space
where the earth played baseball with my face
and, loped, my mamma used dad for mace when
a big bird spoke to me;
and a sun at sea sheds candles under gems
and a gun of grease
grieves as she guns babby down; and hens eat
lazily laying prison-gulls
and, laden with molls, a gangster under sleeps
carries mural friends to daughters and skulls
and, oo, miraculous hedons gag with happiness
and, oo, rented doll-spectrums deal after
major arcana and de lady in mother's fathers

and bols may jack my laughter where razors
shave a crooked fanny from a haired lipped
buzzy boyfriend of grey men and idiot flavas

and here and now cometh the ice man and, la,
here and now comes the son of Pan
and, ohm, where we hold to Ram then we star
in a trendless movie about abandoned cinemas
aahhh, a bleeded baddy has to crush de flowers
and, o-la, a natal laddy has to crashdown for a
milky birded past that awakes inside a showered
vocal cataract of mod days and model christs
..
once upon a year, i can hear the tears when
darting daisy darlings disappear into gems
and eyers itemise my telephonic world when
weavers of fashion slide a beer down chickens
.
uh uh uh uh tutter tutter tutter teasy tins?

*
The invaders of midnight meal-times come chewing across some anorexic birdsnests; O, elderflower
comes, with gin-wine tabled, direct across seeds where loss uses bubble-breasts
La, as dead minds drift, an extemporiser of ole steeds become hissering across nests while eldeberry
comes, with vodka-brine stabled, divurge across beads where loseall men shout out aloud about cherries
and, sss, when once blaggers brag, a red venereal ghost comes hating the taunted haunted while dead berries

appear, with farms dead, as cherishing to the dead as an evening in a rill
and, sss, we must entertain doomy glued deniers with applers of bled skin and eye seen on windowsills
and, oo, the eagerly awaited Erie of blowers and failures must enmarry carpal winds with fractured heart-hills
and, oo, whence easily murdered daisy towers appear thunderised with fierce mental minge, a boy back home will
most certainly choc-fed with rotted dairy pie and a head-boiled turkey egg

Uh The wideners of a whipping seed-heart gorges upon black milks while a sainter of a lost blue hour
becomes, with pulled skirt raised, as queasy of the sauces that fuse silk with a defector to a naked dead flower
and, what with de wintry summers gorped, a slitter inside foxed cats comes howlering for canine holiness; Ohm,
once across a drip, me and mammy maria encoursed our own god-times with hearses and bladderwrack;
and, sss, whippers of bleeded murdered ponies must die and die
and, sss, lippers of breaded pie-eyed pasty rubies must study for love's sky

Ohh. Prisers of dizzy mind-polkadots issue some blarney wine-bone to caddis cities when death thrums of lies
Ohh. Pissers of giddy heart-polkadots envine some daffy swine-stone to caddis piety; and, oo, eager night-knives
come cantaleving after some shriller's babby-body rock; and, sss, as facelessness oozes deity, reveries with lives
come chattering de laughter of murderers
and, sss, whence enbladers of de midnighted moon-dazzlers reach for ousted bowels, then dirtiers must kill wives

Uhhhh.

*
ashes under flashes hasten to owl-light
uh, clashes under rashes
ram dumb powder when shaken nights
lambast thunder with foresight
and i saw a spire from a tree
and i sent embers to a swallowed sea
and, la la, ashes under flashes sent me
underneath rivers of lime

the eaten pyres i dance for entertain
the cats of the canine mind
o, ashes under flashes listen to fox-rain
and adders sunder snake-dusts
and arrowers tumble under old musk

ashes under flashes hasten to owl-light
ah, crashes under blue hospitals
drag a senile drip into shadowers of
peeing casts that drink from lost God
and eyers of fevers
flay catty killers with blorted sky-sods

the eaten pyres i dance upon enter
a diddery dog-head inside sphincters;
and maddeners sing for Love
and waggoners swing for Love
and blenchers in rings dance for Lord

Lady God..

*

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

 

*
Copyright JDB 07/07/2022.

 

 

work-in-progess title: The Exothermic Bone-Lovers of Holy Canine Hills
firsr draft pome then poem-song

 

The exothermic bone-lovers of holy canine hills come extemporising bummers with brain-fluff
La, as faces tread, stoned fathers scale ferine mills while daddy tomboys crashdown under muff
and, oo, where once cooled feathers forge deaths from clucking weed, a doctor of sound uses crusts
to expand from a nuked lip that ensoftens weared mums with hacking seed
La, as stasis begs, stella fiddly bum-fuhrers must sex-exonerate buddifiers with dogs and steeds

O, whence talismen fuse diddly bun-coaxers, a ladeller of ripped nests issues clams from slapt mus
and, sss, an starry sodden head-patient cat-boy gets hissering across decked desks that interfuel
some wranglers of barring bled-ancients to rattlering cases that enfury stockings with naked eyefuls
and, what with angelled Israel shaping lords, a buddha under maced cats study now just how to die?

Uhh

*
There are some hissifying cat-gals here who enfuel a starry lover with claw-hearts; O, while garlands grow
an song-abuser, with deifying bat-meals come chittering for fathers, will jack the phantastic stella close
O, as we under-rape a solus of a solomon gun, mitterings from mothers will choke a cherry with a rose
sss, evil seas of duked sky-satins become easy to lose, some lob lolly men shrill after copious rainbows

and, what with mad kids scrying for fingers, demanders of gunned women ravel after corpses and de gallows
sss, and we will fight for some aged zinger whose ancient jammy fathers gets strangled
O, a bedside, with nail-files all too near, will enspear de acritudes of lovers with vinegars and lost tables
sss, a pigger of a sweet dig gutters into tears, and blathering dippy daemons accuse ministers of fast shadows

Uhh

*
The emptiers of glassing babe-bodies become ensataned with velvetines and cool waters; O, as fists crumble
a draggler of amassing grave-laddies, with twixed faces missing, enfued some dark daughter to issue cradles
O, as fish at sea become murdered, all all all, a facelessness, hissing, moon-soothe drapplers with grey candles
and, sss, a pelleter of madding curved gods gets ensabled with some nuclear mons-dummy that feels after Babel

and, oo, de sunny smilers seen aside bird-rods get reinvented as some massive hearted laddy
and, sss, a swinger of driven summers enwife curd with daddy whey;
and, O, i shall nip upon some wasp-stung female slave whose perverted city-graves use a kissifer for a cat-stable
sss, and eyers must, once shorn from de deaf and blinding pinkies, will come to encable a death that seems disabled

Uh,- enterics, with pitchers of some weird stoneaged pictue bulimia oozes gum from tadpole tables; and, oo, babby
must, with serial milkers made tangy as beards, come huddling some messy sun with toadies and islands with lavvies
and this wild wicked swarming world, with ashen pickers on de rise, will hereby lunge for daffies and coded sea-grot
Uh,- whence a disastrous smarted bat-purse comes to shit in the pissing wind, a crackler of bummies die for de rot
and, sss, a bagger of silented carted rat-horses uses menkind for female skin

and, oo, an ageing dommy daniel smile enwidens nooses with heaped whores whose gammy red game comes once again
directly underneath dammy spaniel wiles; and, sss, once across a sweet beer-ward, very young drinkers never come again
sss, and i will envine some eager boy that always drinks to gawds with some fabric family
sss, and i will enmind some eaglers with toy-fats

Uhh

*
i will pay for everything these days; O, with my hovel of a purse wallet-glazed, i will forever become eternally poor
Ha, we will engorge some spent days with a mental pillow
and, sss, once across mum, a scented greased grave will, with fashions changing, fuse some suns to de family poor
Ha, we shall enforge some rented trades to some silent vagrant God whose carring nooses thrum for elderly claws
O, i will pay for everything these days; OO, with my figure of a coin-horse gets overcharged, me and mummy-maws
gets giddly inside some pleater of frays that squat along de bigfoot mud

Laahh, and once me and mark and matthew-john enluke de squiddy rose-bugs with natural killers of deaths and bawds
and i have seen me and my gob and my mean shadows come oozering some crow-gloves across false thumbs; O, whores
will, with some trenchered bods laid high, abuse themselves with fanny-pounding coiny feral massive guns
and the tragedies of shakespearos fashions lyony slingbacks from losers whose lobbed mind-money shouts for
a neutering brand new day
and, lo, i have seen my eternal blue-clave made-up from mentalties and brain make-up; and eyes cry webs for walls

Uhh

*
&
Sanded skulls summon
Dead-headed diamond
& the dogs inside wigwams
House holy native Americans inside vast feathers - Lo
Kind killer scissors will can
Sidling brain whizzers
& when once molten hands
Caress a cancan
Then lightnings will ignite cemeteries & shovelled pig-rammed
Radioed rodeos
Widening kiss-flaps
Splay outside my world
& videos of farrago
Shatter
Now!
*
A splaying sun of lust spread-eagles dogs and dust-rain
O a city’s optic train
Teases wayfarers, then
Eaten sun-visors shred old breads where opals inside gardens
Lash loaves to fishy garlands
& when odes to ribbons
Lay blue-waste to gibbons
Then a blithe bone of shoots hires bootless cries where sirens
Snap sawn brigands & females
Shoot fatal monkeys
& caging killer honeys
Coop Alice in wept valleys
O
When once eager Malice cuts closed tongues then wet mental bodies
Hiss for naked Master Hades
& bad budders bunch gags for
Neon city wards.
*
The wives of ragwort witches cast city spells against blue eyes
as a bad sky summons spelled fools
then keen dark-hatted cats
clamber against the Shibboleth of
hexagrams & cold nudes
o
the eyes of rag-bitches lend posies to foxes
& the demeaning dogs of horses
Land insanity’s voices
&, uh, I espy a wicked nude
& the lanterns of the rude
Sweat skate-optics
Uh
We have been caged under
Annals of blue thunder
& the fact that sex seems dead
Rocks a radar in our beds
& headmost mounted father
Carries us way back home where the killers of evening scatter
Sunny lunar powder….
Widening vast bats build rat-cats where dunny demons rattle
Vecchio &
Dinning supper eats metal!
Oh?

*
There are all too many voices here all of which resonate aside a belled head in some bluetit wood; O, and old stalls
must become, with enchanters raised from drawl, as easily overfed as a hen-cock whose hisserings use closed walls
to extemporise, with de true and original moon, some dizzy damselfly with quincers;
La, once across a gridlock, some ensainters of an easy mummy will heap kids upon rizlas and coded blue venoms
and, sss, we shall escape a starred rocker-force with a cockler of a cocking-horse

and, oo, when once malls become entorched by enkitchened blabbery hob-sauce; and, oo, a babyman with lemons
must become, with drillers of head-bums rummed, too fascinating for keen loss
and, sss, radioers whose mission for heart-photography come shaving spatty grey loaded kodaks from statics
and, sss, i have once along a prism, enprisoned my head-daffies in swift bells that enscutter mind-guns in attics
La, some tea-seeping cart-market humans ensalad baying blonded celled blood that feeds suck to elderly fascists

Uhhh seeping sleeping slow-worm dragonflies ensugar a feverfeud to painters of rats with beads; Lo, cold rascists
must become, with dirt-arms whirring abuse all white-skirted scum with sweet dark flamingos; O, we shall use fists to
enlighten blood bends with sugary sweet blackbird brides
O, we will fight for the old as we shape some heavenly haven for all amazing foreign peoples
Uhhh, soft seagulls must peck and peck till a blossom of a high sea becomes lasering swift Gods with midnight

*
There are all too many bacon-rinds in my backyard; Oo, whence litters crisscross, a mater to bods will catch light
Laa, a permeable blue family memorises a sweet sex-hard with a mind-skirt; O, we must interbride a city of spite come
surrendering infirmal insecurings of meddling daffodils to grunged hills
and, sss, a sweeper under wealings must orange-segment some dilly milly flava with blown yields that lead spies to guns
and gold men cry midafternoons while ensphinctered lassy-agents enmurder failures with stone-seals that bend wintry suns
instantaneously across duking pussy-pudding; and grossness, with eyes loaved, use a hissifer for a kissifer

Ooo, once across a swelterer, me and madam macadam Naples hasten to slides
and, sss, i have come to find my wild world enmouthing with navellers and lunar burstives; O, some wicked lives may well
come seasoning some evil devil-broth with casinos
and, sss, a pearler of dishy daisies cum spurting coded widows from huge hired windows that lead down to a fatal sea-shell,
O-la, whence curvers get trapt in pompidores, combs and cobras, a magazinic muser meadow hides dizzy humans where Hell
enbellows all of our stationary poem-selling newsagenters

and i have noticed of late that easy granite drillings have been fastened to deep dining-halls; and, sss, piggy slavers under dells
will surely choose to shout the mantra
and, sss, whence fablers in mouths mountainise rigid drama a hotel fuelled with dramaturgy will entheatre blinds with histrionics
and, sss, eyers of crapplers get catted as moggy cat-blessings cause canny holy catkind to purr and purr and doubly purr
and, sss, when meddlers of desks become enstatued with janus-storms, a beddler of cat-mind gets cured by feline heart-thrasonics

Ehhhh?

*
neutered by the sun in the rain, an adventurer underglass
gets fed to dolls in the underpass
la, pootered under star-stains, a female masque uses masts
to sunder shipping veins;
and a butter boy uses gals for trains

neutered by the moon, lunar brains use hands for dogs as
netters nip a bat in a bud;
and a focal killer gets led to blood
and a fotal swimmer gets fed to blood
O, as timers don kecks then miserly manses use gods to
swipe a tall tree down.

*
neutered by the cars in a vein, a cruel father uses grass
to entertain doggies
o, slewn by dead Mars, a mother to laid larders use glass
to sunder applers
and, cased in, a feline Venus mast
gets fed to easy penises; and hankering bled boys last
all fucking year

neutered, a figgy friggy fool faces across grey masks
pootered, a dizzy easy mule
gets laid under tears;
and a daddy father drags spheres for queasy fears;
and luggers, lathered, don statues

uh

doggerel in a plain parcel yields sapphics to rods
stayers, spind, abuse muscles
and a daisy moon, washed, gets bolted to gods
and, oo, as we ride from death
then we sail out to find cryers under bled gob
neutered, a valley sign gets star-fed to saved sex
suited, a ballet mind gets car-spread,

and a doctor to denial
grows and grows, just like a cancer grows;
and easy bridlers get badly bitten by crows
doggereal in a plain parcel yields sapphics to bods
strayers, palm-paved, seal fields aside bruisers,
and a natal bed-native
shares its cage with both capricorn and cancer

uhhh....

*

when dizzy city-wars use ogres for bawds
then ballroom darlings
may well snare whores with stockings: O,
as weepers stretch frauds
then naked brewers must sink beery blows
under pinkers of blue lips

easy butcher-bakers use perfusions for
a new whirled world where a sea of pores
must get cladded with thickeners; and crows
get murdered
and a sunday show carries hymens to a
shaven country flow
and i have seen, at change of day, snows
made low as a chilled iced saviour.

when dizzy city-swabs sink petris under us
then blown ditty gods may well stink for us
and a radio in my backyard
entices evil noise to cause the death of bards
oo i extend boys to claws
and cinamon creators dribble after daubed
candifying scar-wards

these are my mallard days
these are my final poet-days; and greyers
galosh across a natal river
ha, these are my gallowed days
and these are the words i reap as ole scissors
must cut essential bounties from
a daffy flower and a floral bitch: and guns
may well get shot dead

today and everyday.

*
And when come rancid randy heart-head generals appear star-laden with wild pyres, a fellower to a mammalian with no sides
comes, when once hooting and caressing, to fascinate defectives with some dibbly echo-year that swells up and up; O, tides
get oystering around a lesbotic hearse
and, ooo, i will entemporise come charcoal zinger to enhearse a bumbler deceiver of erse-heads and imbecilic egit snow-brides

and, ooo, these mallard daydreams that sparrow-feed a robiner of a warbler directly across arse-heads; O, me and metal-jive
must, with indigo helterers of sprayers dyed, hissify a blencher of a buddy blorter and bow down to some burstive cunt-scribe
and, sss, i have eternally sea-slammed me and my accidental birthday wife with candlers in slow sweat-shrines
and these are our cussy trippers that use the magical words Abracadaver while chanting a tree-spelling city of silky bed-bines

Ehhh?

*

nb. james hates all racism.

 

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work-in-progress title: The Flirty Summoners of Grey Tears
first draft pome then poem-song

 

The flirty summoners of grey tears midafternoon will hereby use rain for gutters
o, whence fathers trip, some naked city catty wound has to hiss across shutters
and, sss, the lighting of guns shoots aloud at some bended bruise that covers couplers
o, as tawny bubble-flies come encurtaining nude heroes as shitty city with eyes for scuttlers

must use, with twinned arms raving, interfuse limey stripper gal-petrols with murderers
and, sss, me and my false world get slammered with cripplers
and, Oh, me and god's dead world get scatterng from west to east where rapiers soothe
some swelling remander of dirt and sex and disease and death

Uh

*
These ashen romantic roman radios have hereby come stuckering after retro steam-baths
La, as we weevilise for garlands, we will come crying for darjeelings
o, with stanchioners scored, greyers in mills will hasten to red sleep while endlesss sea-masks
get instantly lunified by stickeners and spind heels

o, we will come inside lime plastic
o, we will scan wives; and, sss, whence bobbin-eaters interwynd doomers and salty tree-masts
idolisers will, with swollen rivers done, get shouting death's asexual cock-mantra
and, sss, hedoners with pregnant suns use a goose-plane for ducky fats and idle crappers

Uh.

*
These are the lasting eagle-words of a daft boy that sleeps under a phoenix-eyrie
O, with some swift arm waving, a digger of bobby drowners comes hissering for daisies while
me and meddler-piss charm declension while weedy warders to guns ensister whores with dials
O, once across my minds, me and macaroni smiles got fissionised with biscuits and grey wards

sss, and these are the fascinating goddesses whose painful seducer Medusa powers enspoar some
easily reclining beards that wag in euphesian wind,
and, sss, what with poet trees come ratting for needles, a syringer of minds will enclaw a crow-gun
O, as mentalisers grasp for teats, a cavana of some swift deaths will come home to freeze

Laah.

*
Yeah, at last i have come again into the green Zion of the waterbeads; O, genoa has to use suns
to segmentise some idol-grain; and, sss, we must fellow gods with bees that buzz in a mind-lung
O, weavers of dipplers hereby enkiss hissers with musty bloods
and, here and forever and eternally loud, mealers that cook for sods will heighten hooks with bugs.

Yeah, at last i have come to find a water-child playing mean genoas Bethlehem
O, and mien mind-twists enprism some canary cat-back with holy ghosts and heavely cat-clogs
and, sss, as furs heat brides, a masoner to buddy rat-clap may feed tommy kittens to tail-cobs
O, i espied, just some nineteen decades ago, a nuclear of paps with weedler-baby; and mindlessness

comes caressing doomed deniers with haunches and rose-bunches; and, sss, we shall murder endlessness?
ahh, the eyes of sucky duress come howling from some blinded deafness; and, sss, we shall use emptiness
to enslobber some daddy dress-jonquil with easy sweety girly phlegm
and, oo, i have wivenised mammies with idolising peeing shirty hen; and me may kiss the moon then die?

*
These are de mallard days when a fooler under dapply rulers come scattering sin aside statues and wives
O, these are de easy graveyards where we ensounded doggy pullers with don-massing tomato; and, Oh,
a pinny rammed foot, salt-raised, loosens trees then fastens poggy belters with gun-gassing evil mallows
O, a painter found under leaves will forever and eternally send piggy pushers to summer-killings;
and, sss, these are our thunder-bees that shave seasands with edgy beachy ice-creams; and, sss,holy rapings will
forevermore assassinate a bearer of trees with a ruby gun with grassy magazines

and, sss, these are the ballad night-times that embolise some granular greasy slag-latrines
and gods cried for ballons; and bods died midafternoons; and, laahh, i espy a glass buddha here that permits all holy wildlife
to love and chill; and, sss, holy beasts will use mounts to announce the coming of a perfect animal-christ
and, uh-huh, whence hollowed space-idols become car-recantive, a piddler of loving laces shoes to chemicals
and, uh-huh, whence gaol-stoned, me and my hellon-drivers force a ripper to ensodden faces with blurted cocked angels.

Laahh Diffuse enberried bed-emperies will come enclothing a mummy wound within cranular bedded dromes; O,
what with woded women hurled down a lift, a bummery swine-wine-shine must tease limbs with trodden vaginas; O,
as me and madam digital-mentalis hooted for owls once

Laahh Decembered chop-cherried bladder brillos will enspunk some evil strawberry white-bait that weds spice to cunt;
and, ooo, some buzzy tawny heavenly blackbird engreases memorexing crappler-cheery gapes with fats; and
we will enter again under the blue caves and the violence of the waterbeads

and we will sharpen some summers with wintry prayer-hands.
and, oo, whence cocoa crowners boom with the very best, a wivener in sea-slams shoots for loudened library voices
and, oo, we shall become the router of de cock
and, oo, we shall get thumbed by a cackler and mad Boudiceas; and, oo, what with mangers come slashing up purses
me and madams and nun-bullies come stretchering sad grey Genoas with ooze.

Uhh Here, in the day, a wide child with statue-knees intermuses a violin with a harpy snood; and, sss, we shall enhearse
a shadower of a clay moon with modicum mind-Aarons and the sleevy puker of family screws; and, sss, we shall enhearse
a gallower of a day-moon with mapplers and comb-twines
Uhh Here, in god's grave, a wild bride will come to compromise a felter of wine with bummer smilers and a loaded sperm-purse

and, sss, i will come to star-attend some stirry penny moods
and, sss, i shall come to car-attend some pearly denny crews whose fasination with autumn-zingers will scatter all conkers
directly across defamers of scar-women and the cleft side of a caddis cock
and, sss, weedlers of containers store some elderly salt-cake deeply down martian cots while users of de ill murder fevers.

Uhhh. As binary sex-glasses drool from god's cruel halo-eyes, a carmine balloon-bender styles gobbets from gingers; and
ooo, what with evil gal-ivories come chanting for stools and racist scum, a enmesher of dreamers fuse giblets to sea-slams
and, sss, elderly eynes, with waxers shaping buildings from pules, accidental mindless necklacers let de flower go
and, where once an english country graveyard appears choc-gunged, olfactories, sugar-blown, cardialise warders with glues
and, sss, mummy kelly's whore-step enmotors a ceremony of gizzards with swung applers thrown from hired trees
and, oh, a candifier of savoury delis hoists some sugar skirt;
and moderners of meteors enmarry belly coynte to madamers and hurt.

Uhhh And once upon a tall mind, a studier of fishmen got sea-silenced by draffy drowners and evil mad mermaids
O, and once across a stilled spine, as student to utterances got sea-violent; O, as dragglers down drains use sex-trades
to sodomise red light lit users of pierced penis-christs
a butcherer of dreary paedophile rent-men gets serialised with porny pockets
and, Oh, a venal canary seen beneath a bread-moon encomets fig with dairy-lockets
and, sss, we will extemporise bled heaths as we shall crucify somebody just today; and, sss, where statues sail to sea
a disembodier of reels will sunderise some snappy horse with

endlessness and holy mare-mounted heavenly steeds; and, sss, a massive god-kelpie must give clean water to lilies?

*
sun-ridden till the crocuses fall, i will send flowers where
lined leopards leap from a stall
o star-bitten hills cunny-climax aside drillers of pink hair
and a summer in a snowed moon
crashes from hot wards that listen to cocoons
and major madams melt for runes when a dunny wound
shortens ballet-fists with furlers of dinosaurs and old rooms
and a gammy dog-basket lends ears to the cats of Man,
and boyish roller caskets
lampoon after thunder tickets, and sex has no will to drive
and, la la, a dunny mummy remit catches sex from eyes
and, la la, a honeyed sunny sin layers salt-mesh with slides

o, once upon a twirling mind, i heard a whore-child begin
to sink an angelled cock in her still-born quim; and sins
strap bended bombs to pulley pullovered daddy sand-skins
and lengtheners of de blues
disembody drapers of dancy aunty shrieky widow roofs
and angry eagled boys who swell up, up, up
must certainly drag hired waters for catted pussy pups
and, car-closed, a biter of a slaughter
hisses against blenched cryers that cry for mnethna

sun-ridden till crocuses fall, i will send flowers where
acrid romantic focuses thral; and bended sea-stairs
may well silence a creamy scream
with woven wolfers of cunted sweat schemes
and, la la, me and my gobby world weakens for prayers
and, la la, messengers to daddy worlds
weakens a moggy painting of bruised wives and fayres.

oo once aside a bird mind, i twitched against soft pears
and, laden with lies, when once i learned to die, shears
came leaping up from death where leaves were shared
with copious clays and bionic cunt-basins
oo once aside a wet gun, me and madam macadam
slavered on a tit
and a boney city clit swells, swells
and a stony city clit wells up, up, up from sea-shells
and a blorter of baby bouncing
swaggers nutted streets when the bad boys love Hell.
..
sun-driven, an electric epileptic haven fits into wells
and a baddy gilly gal grasps to grapes as fanny-smells
scar-loosen dilly dog masks with intermittent grey bells
,,
Oh Oh Oh

*

*
peerers aside some sliding windows heed light
o as mothering skies bend bones under midnights
then surly easter suns shovel dirt across hi-lites;
and the vernal buddha of de hour
cums glowing like an easy flower
and, oo, peerers aside some slithering seed bites
a titan-dustf from tawny teeth and leopard-towers
and, star-bereaved, a saviour of the killed
rams fairy tongues down piecers of mind-grills,
and a doggy damseller
slinks a stinker with pinky panzas
and, la la, hearers of kids slapper after fever
and a dunny noon-day mad moon
swallows yellow fuzz from codas and nude rivers

the riddener of roman pastes pushes panners
under cherry-lime when bosom-kissers use scissor
to serry dicky crime with benders of teeny teasers
and, la la, a bun on a blade baggers after porn-ply
and, o-la, a gun on a grave swaggers unto a
spermy pussy plane where idiots in aeroplanes
rammer a romantic pisser into a vile drome. Ah.

once upon a mean mind, i overheard bastard cars
swigging engine oils from fluid tar
and, O, a painter of foils slashes spirals from scars
and, O, a sainter of coils clashes for a
daddy grave whose deepener seems lit by calves

and, in the spind wind, a baker of berries hits stars
and, in the spun winds, a butcher of daffies carves
a liquid squirter adown a minxing town when Mars
cuppas after silk-tea and the red-bush of gal-guards
and we shall call on the gods
and we shall call on the dogs
and we shall cry, cry, as creation sluices clay-Gods

the rockets of snapped hide rattlers for cedars
the lockets of rapped Ides scutter when pickers
peer aside loins to find the presidential bud-litters
spiralling into swoony salliers of winky wife-reapers.

there are twinned naked nudists here; O, creepers
dangle berries down derierre
as a fotal doomy derry drowns stoats in peepers
and, uh, we do down the cherry as we drink
madness; and mad gods grunt love for sweepers

Oh..

*

and greasy farmers till robbed fields until a
damager of veined lights swallow wasp-cars

oo as vinegar waters spill across loves arse
then a blood-quarter fills loss with god's mast
and, uh, our eager masted Venus lifts the past
to a flitty pitty sperm-radio; and radio darknesss
cums vavooming shot spunk
against droolly wafers that communionise a
daddy bobble blush

oo as cimema baiters toast doomy eye-mush
oo as kinkered data drinks to coded sky-cuffs
then a vile dead bittering video cuppa junks
homely honeyers whose dilator eats bumped
bladed badeas in lotions

the divers of malt rain secure seances to old
gilded digger dolts; and, O, as daft death's fold
slits poisoners and bolts, then a jailed inner foal
fascinates beasts where, plunged,
star-tasters in de East ravel into suppertimed
penile vaults where angels groan in the sky
la la, a motile masturbator of bone blinds ties
with vanted criminal mind-shows
O, these are the vines boys tread
O, these are the minds gals thread,

and the eater of a rose ram priories aside dust
and, star-theatred, a blorter hears leaving lust
made code; and, lo, coded bitumen use pus
la la, sylvan milk-weepies strangle wide cusps
la la, silent silk-weepies haggle for teacups;
and an easy man-o-war
guts faces with the islands death scores; La!

*

o we will surely take haylong families where
naked gabby gobsters
dream of lady-pin-cures
o we will surely take haylong families where
naked bodied bursters
gush from feral thunder-walkers
..
la a bended bay-burn brags after doctored
daughter claves
la a spended hay-perm pushes after graves
..
o we will surely take haylong families where
naked diddy pornstars
drop sex aitches
& a greeny salt-bishop who appears snared
drinks from dirty faces
..
the idols of the dark dine on ships & hair
stinks of sweets..

o will surely take haylong families where
aching ruby star-air
strums a splayed guitar-prayer
la, we fall behind as windows under times
spirit stalled scissor cosines
..
these days when we study crime then
we have to summon sex-rhymes when
grey piggers push plums under old gems
..
idolent pharoahs push a pyramid-mine
where, tombed, hush heats river-wine
& cars crawl behind villages: we whine

eternally?

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Copyright JDB 13/07/2022.

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The Heraldic Healers of Domed Breasts and Dummies

 

The heraldic healers of domed breasts and dummies must enter inside a blue vein-chart
O, whence jurassic gobs come sirening for England, lust must
come endlessly harnessing some searing ward
O, as faces turn and turn, a bagger of earrings enscore mentalis with elderly spine-park

and, sss, i have enscented me and my false mumma pharoah as wildness canes stalls
and, sss, i have enrented some tiny island with daddiers of dinghy star-drowners
O, once across a cemented gun, a waller of kids will use budders to sting vest-crowders
and, sss, we will entertain a blue-blind sexual rhubarb channel

Ahh

*
blue titty main blowers of hispid bears and fathers get jacked; and, sss, with serums raised,
some indignant wolf-child must, with red wings lathered, enjuice meddlers with apple-trades
and, oo, whence crimes sailed high, a doomy dolly denier dragger hisses at pig and tea-graves
and, oo, whence swines sailed by, a rhuemy molly shiverer baggers kisses with blinded knaves

and, sss, we shall find a way back to god's original home
and, sss, we will find a way back to god's pandemical throne; and, oo, soothers to razors
will eternally become, with cold clays raining, as sickled as man and His wry ripple-labia
and, sss, we shall acede de wry sickle moon to daughters of endlessness
Oh, once along blued weed, missoners under rooms cause madding jacks to kill red flava

Uh

*
what with mutterers come sundering in seed-harness, ochres of lime-skin causes glass to fry
O, with blatherers with lost mums, a terminal bed-cancer enfathers rind-sin with heated eyes
sss, and we shall scent-up a nodule of a flex-pearl with idolisers of rain-pigs and sweety tides
and the ignorant fathers to sky-sluts with twelve palms waving must enmumble for welsh brides

O, lukewarmed waterfalls will spin a drip for the purpose of healing the hospital dead
sss, and we will extemporise ill
sss, and we shall extend beards to shields while some dippy violet moony came shooting breads
and, Ohm, with marched stars whirling, madam macadam

and, sss, trackling tricking pretended blue billers will get money-poisoned?

Uhhh

*
Trippers of modelling sex-motels hereby ensarny some peculiar world with sodded heart-lip
O, zippers, godded, may flex hostels with plumed hands
O, rippers, rodded, may well use hotels for birth while summery red-flies will hiss for pits
and, for pity's sake, a petrol sea-cell appears now as force-fed to vanners of tractor-dams
and, sss, as i overturn my evil bee-bell with waxen wallowers, metallers of drammers ram musk

with some horrid wakes
and turgid lady-snakes come sucking eyes
and fetid lady-plates come deadening veined rusks; and, uh, tossed ethers are keen on slit
and, oo, a painter of lungs must enthumb a nuclear cave with some lousy fever with no kip
and, sss, fascinating angels come enmumming a peeing clave with some rotted rotator-writ

and pointedly illegitimate god-boys will thunderise for eating glades and musical head-hits
and, oo, we must enter once again into the green Zion of the waterbead
and, oo, we must enter again into green Genoa's lovely Bethlehem
and, oo, i have got star-hoisted to some greedy belfy with vinegar angel-hens

Uhhh..acritudes of dolly men suck upon some female cinnamon darling; o, we will enship
young youths with eerie porn-growths; and, uh, a feinter of devil-diamond will encrypt picks
with some drearily creeping broom-hide with saluters of failures and eddying summer ricks
and, uhh, while dead men shoot, some defamers of dead receivers must soul-wynd acros de clits of
eagerly easter-xmas eatings
and, ooo, a phantastic daemon ceilings lets some tessy bloods to fall from erect rooftops

sss, we shall intermood some plexy plaster mask to enclad some rolling face with de spyclops
sss, we shall sinner-move some pinky masters to enslag some stella dissolvings under head-cops
and, ooo, eyed eynes got stabby this murder-day
and, ooo, we shall not hasten to too many lies as we shall not converse with the daffy sex-dead

Uhhh. There are surely some surly cockatoos here that released black plague rat scot free: Oh, bed
appears easily strangled now with some blue-burst bat
and, what with lunacies fed to clouds, some screw-hearse gets cut by the face rain treads must cut
easily cage-awaited doners to shish crowds
Uhhh. There are surely some dreary broomer boy come sweeping up the gidded gods of earth-sluts
and, when once soakers of guns feed radars to boys, a phantastic moon vixen love-fox enpups sweeteners
with daddiers of munchers of suns

Ehhh? Whence some nosferatu blood-nurse enskins a bacon-yard with feelers of cock-crosses some smut
may well have to, when once cafeterias are gone, come ensinning porky fig with slavers
Ehhh? Whence some vampyric plaited piercer of mental jugulars use salads for kidders,
a rittling dictator in His horrid revolving acid baths must, with jaguars fused, come hunting blonde killers
and, Laahh, whence a rocker on a silent stoic holiday becomes roasted with gemmas and cunters
messy medallion murders come enshooting evil families with posters and ribs

Uh? And, underwaterfalls, a pistoller with some swarmy salt-scrum shoots Hera-Ghosts dead; and, la,
denuders of summer doctor-molls become peacocking a sweet loud cocking-horse with goosy slid stars
Uh? And, under rive-droll, some mictioner of bee-breathing meat clouds must adore all cat hissifers
and, sss, ideal broiled egg-dials got cracked, yolky-white, and coddlers in dust enshell starfish with mirrors
Ugh, and weepies with tea-seepy toffee ties become bloodied with ankles and leg-prodders;
and, sss, once across a galled teepee, some issuer of racist crap enpaps menkind with bed-stoppers

Ehhh?..
Moiling hurting helter-skelter mind-money peers under a mental mod health war as copsters
enleash dazzler fires with wallowers under necks and sweet pyres
O, what with dragooners shaved up and down slumber-drips, a saddener of spires, grunged, slavers for
some duper of slagazines
O, what with poltrooners englazed with matty headpieces and mentophrenic sea-tyres, killers of kid-wars
become, with torn toes wrecked, an easily transfusive sweet sea-slam that enhorses sin-stems with choirs;
and, sss, stella towns may well receive the death deceived with famishers of catters and spinney flowers
and, sss, we must let the flower go as we weaves daddy darners under male-storms and dizzy bowers

Uhh and where once a puker in de Father's Arms dresses down for some illing emptied pints, towers
will hereby seem enbuttoned to digital loud pornography that enmotions gummy gillings with hired slaughters;
Uhh and when we all seem burnt inside fragile houses, a mickler of some dunny vendings will confuse
some winter of an american summer that stella-scribes some pontiff of peals beneath ceilings and incesters;
and, oo, an easy madam-time comes shawling now directly across veined zips and darjeelings

Laaahh.

*
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.

o.

*
o to be dragged by the high-heels
underneath bows and rashes
must remind us now about fields
and the smell of rats
o to be dragged by high-heels
underneath shoes and lashes
must remind us now about
weepers and mourning doubt.

o to be dragged by the high-heels
beneath a borrowed rainbow
will certainly sail easy ships
and a bell at night rings fish-meal
and a dad of war
sands a mummy cloth with
dizzy head-wounds

o to be dragged by the high-heels
heats up rose-pop where
lousy woodlice suck a worm;
old deaths smile and leap
and a baby of the hour
heightens beds with cake-flour
la la we wash the watchtower when
grey termites piss on meat
..
queasy creamy tigers roar for
peering skies whose wet wards
wipe tears upon blind prick-paws
and angels in a wing
wallah after death and fatal swings
crashdown for infant mind-limbs
and a crusader in a sex
crusades after monetary sex.

i have entertained bunnies
la i have terminated shadow-mess
and radio dunes
sing for colt cartoons
o o o o
oh
*

wow, my heady mad mind drowns in milks
wow, my dizzy badland
burns-up Bedlam; and a horn aside milks
swills germs from vacant violins
and a bed of masks melts under lost sleep
and a bed of clasps
succours vermin from de deeps
and a horse of clay whinneys for meat
and a hearse of claves hires hostel-heaped
dying ultraviolets

wow, my heady mad mind drowns in silk
wow, my buzzy sad mind
gets spine-shaken by daddies of wine, and
i have sensed cold sentinels
grinding faces down from purple drams;
and a sky of blood
seats spies aside gods
and a welted wife cuts fawns from Love
and a bride of cut horns
digs a digging light aside fields of gloved
busy virgins

o-la, dead surging urchins swim for corn
o-ha, dreaded jacking vein-skin
storms underwaterers of vacant limbs
and a soul of spoilt glass
walks from dented star-masks
and a doner of scented refective winds
wallah for dreamers of blorted casks
ahh, i see separating ported pug-flasks
cum lingering for orbs as dazzling rafts
gather velvetines from murders
and killers of guns don a turning bath
with twinned flamingo finger-purdah.
..
the dolly slid sky where i earned sex
sallies for purple prides
and, la la, with princes under tribes
the lilly liling lullaby of a dun wreck
sails for daddy's cruel
fatal fathering of naked star-schools
and we see stools coming from schools
to entertain America with split meshed
radio dada..

*

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

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

*
where subvented naked women with a single skirt-vent dance as heavenly ravens plant carrion
a dissembler of vapid women with a simple panty dent dance for garlandy petrels with soft buns
and, oo, with guns in the oven, feeders of bunny shooters will get city-memories come raiding lungs
sss, once across a binocular blind bivoauc of monkeys; a shriller of petted melodies will use grey gum to
entertain some harley street song-boy with endless dentines and chewy deltas of mammaries and cancer-dudes
Uh, i shall encosmos some dizzy whipper boy and god's ghosts will hereby send memories to ramming sleuths
La, a pelter of a goose-digger comes hissering after bods
La, as kelters use a dunce-zinger for some radioed model song-castle, deadeners of red gobs will die for Mary?

Ehh?

*

Copyright JDB 14/07/2022

 

 

work-in-progress title: Corroders of Timeless Corridors
1st draft pome then poem-song

 

corroders of timeless corridors get facially filled with cactii and loud spined waters
o, deposers of mindless deadly doors must open in while massive waldrons share slaughters
o, and eyes have always gleamed as some fortuitous moon-smile comes hankering after murders;
and, sss, with sermons stopped, a vicar to sweet god-stone uses a bled arm for some lesion-curver

and, sss, with sirens dropped
a denuder of some purple cot will get enveiled with swift skies and evil sky-slops
and, o, a painter of myrtlers must slumberise all keen gods with acid deep sleep;
and, sss, a peppery glove falls underwater
and a pusher of some muttery drawl hits to a wild beat

o, corridors of exterminated manses get scattering a dolly-spot upon a pantoglotic tree of meats
and, la, what with dammy arses raised, a hangler with cancer rock uses heads for twine as sheets
get rotated aside nipples and horses
o, despisers, wived, will eternally scar-widen macadam mumbler madams with king-domed hearses

Uhhh

*
denuders of a painted prison becomes winter-leaved with alarums and dissembling oaths; O, as wickedness
hereby, with talented talons raised, jacks a fever
and, ss, with pointed eye falons treed, mazers of zingas will forevermore slide some pyre under evilness
and, ss, with feinters in tithes, some focaliser of ginger will enpleasure fast claws with whores and deadliness

and, o, with spoilers sailed high, we will weevilise ermine meals with Banquo's scottish ghosts
ss, a beller boy, with his belfries laid, enmurders natron vermins with cottage fields
and, o, as passions writhe, a belter in claves empassions tiepins with bastardisers; O, sedentary weals must
encase endlessness with wide wives

and, sss, the ghosts of some bluebottle God taunts the haunters of women with layerabouts and seed-dusts

*
what with wynding horse flowers come homeward to find vests dead, a caterer to summers interfuses lusts
with endlessly unsizing some towers with televison and minds
O, and kids may enhearse flowered mums just because mammies must source slits with fatal foetal head-tusks
O, and kids may enpurse mouthers

O, and pig may enforce some doublers of moggy heavenly cat-fathers
and, sss, we shall eye-divorce weedlers of mind-visions from rat-carvers and matrons seen when mothers
come sundering slavers with slather and bended ear-missions
O, as i suck for a labia, a prawny whore-kiss will eternally engarden massers with plectrums

Uhh

*
demanders of duking winter-hens will extend some doctor of dirt a new day and nightlong midday
O, defamers of puking sphincter-men will compend some daughter of hurt with days deep cold decay
and, sss, what with statues ground, eyed dill will use some proctor of skirt to engrave some sweet delays
with a bruiser of a blue-boy and His fatalistics

O, decanters with greens for ginny rain interfuses grey gymnastics with haloers and bodying statistics
and, sss, as hostelries form dirt-hotels from whored skies
a deepener, with her ears crossed, enmotel some whirrers with contenders of demure fig and red plastic
and, oo, drovers of fear may appear porn-cuddled

and, oo, robers of tears may revere corn-addled whilst a cager of head-embers gashes minge with lashes
and, oo, pokers of spheres may use beer to heart-saddle toper-lasers
and, oo, chokers of deer may use spears to enantler bed-radio with decriers of fazers
and, oo, mopers of weird graves will most certainly thrum here a nuclear sap with locust

Uhh

*
La La La. i have espied my dromedary head through lost eyes; and, sss, where a stinker stops to glug
me and macadam and sweet tide must enseason tubes with pie; and, sss, where a killer sucks on mud
me and macadam and reaped brides
La La La. ghosts have refined a majesty of breads with crossers of drams; and, sss, a season of cud
will hereby become crabby while a family of beds
and, oo, what with cabby windmills come enmurdering red kith with kin-clans, a bodier of raper-suds

will, with hankerers of cat-rabies, enprey for squirrel nutcases
and, sss, a meddler whose rat-herpes ensculleries warring mutt-maces with heroics and zero dungs; and blood
will dream for de hissifer now
and, reamed, warders to kissifers encloud mutants with clowns
La La La. And regimenters with torn farms crazed, hip to a soft-town where aged little silenced mums
encubber a sky-risen modern tig with porn-palms

Ah Mien Ah Mien.. While mad men live in the moon, a loudness of lunar bone becomes shared with summers
OO, a moper of England's cads got shot to sex just yesterday
and, sss, i will swing from crags with all my country senses raging for calor glass and endless kid-tummers
and, oo, when wide gobs chew food with god's mouths full
must now become, with tulipers of blood-rigs come cattling for molls and bastard gangsters

and the sod-saviours of straight lube-grass interfuses rattlers with dolls
and, sss, i shall enter again into the green Zion of the waterbead
and, sss, while keen genoa's Bethlem chops the genius tribes with molly foods with schizophrenic waters
some moon-spider, with arachnid webbings fly-caved, has to sharpen amazing digs with mentopic quarters
and, sss, entering skinners will certainly use gate two to fragment gardens with cavvies

Uhhh why swift milk spills while coffees cry will not be known till windshields die; O, Aladdin's deaths
will come rubbling for lamplife where droolers with rotted bees fall away, away
O, why swift silk gets burned a depresser of zingas must use cold trees to drag days from giddy desks
O, why stiffs use pecks for fire-dispenser will not be known until coded cities snap slag-suns;
and the entertainments of spires become evil with luminous dawgs that force greased bees to sunder fists with
weird wasp-honeys and encarmined charming drips

Ehh? There are enchanters in high trees that interweed a sacred sky of songbirds with summers and digs
and, sss, when once de flora and the fauna owls kestrilise some wide wad with some mean islands
a passenger to gem-junk jacks all planes then issues owlers aside tribes
and, oo, tawny busty gal-christs interfuse chickens with coilers; and, oo, gay wives crap across garlands
and, oo, swarmy lusty girl-heists intermove kitchens with despoilers
and, oo, i have danced at god's body while i attend my own grave
and, sss, madamers of ramplers will use smiles to entice cremative bones to fragmentise

and, when once trackers get hacked down, a usuary of ices must feed some magnum sauce to sweet hands
ahh, where once dangerboys lose a sweet town, a usuary of slices must feed some hulked ice to graceland
and, oo, once across a mind in a burger-cheese-chipped whorl, de mona leesa came
instantly sundering, with ivy tines combed, the dead of men and the cakewalk seen beneath blind rain

Uhh? Uterine moiling cunt-muds use a daisy facer for a nest; and i, with rubbish raving, will use veins to
enbubble, with twixed cods bugged, accuse marble stairways of enfixing lovage to ceilings; and, oo, truths
will get happily vinegar-strangled
and, sss, once along some accidental fairground, definers of sex-angels utilise flamers for giddy cradles
and, sss, once across some occidental wasteground, deifiers of rex-candles must send bubby to sleep

Eh? Nested willowers of gun-guested pigeon mumma appeal to luminous chapels; and, la, with meat
come igniting swifts with sparrows, some daylit night-long reel comes ravelling swings into timed meats
and, sss, a baker of butchery stella-blinds a geezer with deadening deaf-tides that encountry lost sleep; Ah,
and, sss, once across a teased time, families with feathers come sundering swipes with encounty sleep's
aldebarren lyon-doobies
and, sss, ghasted menfolks must send some zingas to renal vinegar; and, O, fretters of cribs must die

Uhhhh.

*
the keepers of cheapsters cut a cunny salt-face
the reapers of parking meters
swallow small change
and a madam in macadam heaps sex upon lace
and we widen a monkery into
a dizzy cage where convents swing under blued
body veins
ah ahh
idioms of mermen stick a plumed fish head beneath
roaring neon stores
fixers of wide men suck a broomed sail beneath
grey geezers whose periscaping words of sleep
swallow vines and rashes
and a bun of blinds
bombs gay drapes with old moustaches
and a den of drakes dribbles around coded wheat
ah ah.
this side of the feasts of Eden a dunny balled heap
sticks glasses up inside branded sleet
and we snow for trashes
and we row for crashes
O O
once aside a memory monkey, a triad of old peat
snaps a body brain in a garden door
and washers of wounded old whores
hire dust for dolly creams
and a bay of kids
sails out to die
Uh
.
neon bandages break-in to expensive sea-spreads
and we arouse a candy bed
and we prowl around dated scissor-heads
and a salty urban hedge
is cut up where a pharoah on a ledge treads
egocentic blue water
..ssss..
above blue allotments, wastelands hear deaths
cracking, just like a snapped bee
aside naked basements, wastelands heed messed
honey-stingers
and ther razors of the hour
stir cakes into livers! Oh, once upon a desk
dockeries brought flowers unto aged swingers
..
hickory dickory dregs wallop a bloody torniquay
and we ride from easter
and we grind nuts with xmas-eaters
and, woven, madam Naples nips cookers from
blown daisy dots
ah ah i enter into pots once everyday
then come home to midwinter
..
winged spiced dice drizzles ochres on lays
fascinated dabbed rice
truckles around a crazy hazy penis play; Ah!
once upon mount zion in a stable
eyes turn to eyes
and laden raven tribes snip a jazzed sky-spy
with emptied faceless bed-cars
and holiness hips for a lintle in a house-high
vomiters of deadly thighs
//
...& swines and woman get real high
& savoured saviours suck slides
& pasters of bethlehem listen to god's sized
endless biddy brides

 

*
the tangerine healers pealed us
o a spind spider wind
came spinning at out frontdoor
and a skinner of minds
rattles at heaven's healed ward
and a pastelline creator
smashes treacle across papered
bomby grease

made tardy, a cupboard's feast
mashes sentinels inside peace
and a squadrons sounds
and a pylon speaks for clowns
and a blended burn-on uses fleece
to damage rimes with radios

the tangerine pealers pipped us
from planets, and a fay bus cups
a green lorry in two twinned huts
and a train of a mind
softens grain with haloers
and, grasped by pig, a porous slut
hastens to sleep as she gets cut

made tardy, a cupboard's feast
falons after kitchen-sofas
and a talon father
licks from a gun where mother
uses codes to sunder lovers
and, ahh, a weaver of brothers
star-tapes willows with warders

the city of a dead mind stretches
elastic kids across a bed of tears
and classic dunes
cum sanding after cartoons
and bled birds in a listed room
supper for winged blind cocoons;
and odes to dilators
snap a glass rose from razors.
...
*

agh, you & i & a little man cat
ride under fanged maned beads- O, rats
search a feline goddess for robed bats
agh, you & i & a little man cat will
rest with god's pumas

& a cheetah-bed dreams of a lynx
& a leopard under bread sees a kink
wedding a glad tail to preening siamese
..
agh, you & i & a little man cat
mewl aside five lion-winds & cats link
tigers with roaring tigon cub-winked
baddy tailer deep-freezed
wild catters of milky meaty trees.
..
the dizzy dreams of dogdayed kittens
cry forevermore... & we have kitchens
fur-fuelled by kittens,
& we twirl roaming fingers under us
& fished foods must feed all of us?

*
ah a sexy swirled soul of dun sex
dreams of dolls & toy saviours
la, a dizzy girl's rose drags deaths
& killers breed for toy saviours
..
once aside a rose, we hoarded
balls & pussy cloves, O, warded,
we sing for a greasy valve when
cat-headed phantoms leap from gems
..
ah a sexy swirly soul shrinks depths
& a cave of screams
weeps within glowed windy snipt
ghost candles..
& killers believe in toy saviours
& mirrors tell tales on sex flavas
...
a bed of light blinds us when labia
whips a swarmed lover from failures
& a mind of mussels
fries a fish-shaken hand... & picks
pull a granite sunrise from flavoured
city shrouds.

ahhh men?

*
The whinneying stallion deluders appear car-stationed across a red crossroad where cuttlers snip
O, a damseller of escallion denuders appears Mars-strickened
and, sss, what with veiled bows seen wailing in a crowd made-up from clothes, sweet Vagina-tip must
enwalllop a grocer to meaty meteors that appear to rotate glue-snakes with benders of sleet and tusks
O, a dulcimer, gally draked, gets goofing for fat tears
and, sss, what with some raping of fans and growl radio, a flaxen taper of huge light teeth will encrust
a damager of denyers with some loud hill that heart-murders dicta in papers with fish-n-fists; and dust,
with some ankler of a pig made real, grunts until the dead daft duned death gets sex-done

Uhh..

*
Copyright JDB 16/07/2022.

 *

work-in-progress title:  While Stanchions Under Fish Hands
first draft poem then poem-song

 

while stanchions under fish hands get raddled down midday, an estranger to blue-blind sin
becomes, with eyes raging, as haplessly slaved as a daddy rider
O, when once kids cry, eyers of glass use dirty claves for mammy drivers; and, oo, blue skin
will eternally become as rented to salts as a vast voce in a sotto feather

O, whenn once kids write, ripeners of sugar doilies must use some taited style for endless fever
and guilty laddy god hereby sun-strangles
and, sss, as dictionaries define eyes with tables, a nuclear louse-cot gets rotted under cradle-levers
O, and the meter of de sun refines ripplers with angels

Uhh

*
panners of pluperfect schism-rivers will come scarpering across milks where statues tear: O, mummas
will hereby hiss; and, ohh, whence mirrors thrill, me and madam Los use hair for fables
O, mummas hush while fathers coo
and, sss, we shall extemporise nuclear ooze with ginny salt-leopards; sss, as faces kill then old lovers
may well become surrendering ivory ices to holy ghosts and love-laden god-elephants

O, we must encrush some sundering memory-crisis and, what with stations scried, carriaging winklers
will instantly become a dizzy maze in the swirl of the sun
and, sss, we shall extend a scrotum-squelcher to a sifter of snotted madam mums
O, we must enlush a bridal tree-stem with a causal wine-bone

and we will issue sofa-solar tissues to schizophrenia trapt inside a hot settee and we shall enmurder
all commercial lusts withs harkeners of bruisers and evil heavenly bible-shot
and, sss, whence haloers may enpistol some December dissemblers a corral of slop use eyes for purdahs
O, we have to eternally attend now to gilded gnits and focal fanny distenders

Uhh

*
while stantions under fistulas come encrying after some green rhubarb channel gets glutted with salt-rain
La, waterers of Numblers use grey cars to drive some bluer of a curve with chappers and gutted sweet pain
O, we shall enter once again inside the green Zion of the waterbead
and, sss, i espy our endlessness come crying for genoas and the sweet sides of wives and Bethlehem

and the cosmic maladies that lead us to spyings will get, here and now,
as mindless to serum-touch as bedded dusts;
and, oo, some kiddlered riders of grass must enmask my gyring midday fever with cavers of red musk
and, oo, sidlers that enmirror liars will hereby come to purely nothing

Uhh waters sea-found aside coded ripplers become stirring while comic sisters aside bones and bled husks
must, with cancers raging, as dizzily made-up from mind face-muck a diner under wives
get widening, with dancers failing, shape some baby-bum from spacelss bat-sucks
and, ooo, whence beaten beady bronze men come scurrying into the dark, masoners scry for bed-knives

Laahh

*
proctorates of pussy pens will hereby send some senseless baby-braggler to headmost evil father-rides
O, doctorates in puddy come tumbling for gems
O, dilators inside mummies get wound in sarcophogus where stoned dead Queen Tut uses germs for Ides
and, sss, we shall star-swallow debt
and, sss, we shall waste purses on cellves when decks dollarise some fairy-wraith with Indian sugar-scribes
O, dog-cats will rule the beasty roost
O, cat-bats will arrive back home where a buddy to budliah will extend some blue faith to antlers and sties

and, sss, we shall connive with stone
and, sss, we shall come homeward to find a town gone
Laa, a penance to a gun will become as easy to send-down as a balded city and a seashore of ears; and
wiveners of greasy penants will interfuse eagerly overeaten body-scares;
and scatterers of pying parents must sphincter-move some modus vivendi to scarring madding beach-band
and, oo, udderers of prying pain-rent must cause some idol cry to thunderise milk whites and lambers

Uhh and the devil of a cornice gal-child must fiercely form infirm cakes with nebulisers and comic stretchers
Uhh and the never-never bride whose manxed weird storms cut worms, sacrificers to wastelands come moving
excremental pusher pome puppets with sladeners and geared swarms
Uhh and as sandallers cane packets with corn-murderers, a greasy queasy quiet dawn willl give rise to loving
and, sss, whence candlers we have come to own get heavenly lit, city riots must
hereby accuse both mom and dad to enthumb soft stone

and, lo, whence mashy men encuddle mentalis with penitential neon rain, an alarmer on a sill spills poems from
dafflers of cunt-tench and evil enriddlered digitalis as conical chemical pain sweeps crushers under versed guns
and, oo, i espied a nude actor-tractor come fissuring for comical labia rain
and, lo, whence mushy hens egg-cradle maximum inside green wards, deifiers of pain will hereby shoot the sun
and, oo, we will idolise some bedless angled angel with some hallowers of sucked Spain and Lucille de Siren.

O-La!! These sides of a blue country, some meddliser of eerie bed-bivouacs become glassy and firing alarms send
some ideal bad brigands to nude mummy
and, sss, we shall fuse saline rubberbands to a knotted cock that extemporises sweet fanny with bulbous seas-men
and, sss, we will star-move venal cubby wands across rotted rocks and roller-soldiers that shout out for serums
and, O-Ah, These sides of a blue rectory affix some crisscrossers to a penual pin-up that routs drought then seasons
some miraculous talking eye-snake

Ohhhh The brigadier to some salted sucrose battle will enter under child-murder while a beller of crouts tends treason
Ohhhh The remander of some vaulted glucose cradle will enter under baby-burners whose evil smiles send gardens
directly aside de demanders of sunners and fat father moon; and, sss, we shall lead yearners to de blues as cold reason
must get, with twixed arms crossed across the dead, easily fermented into metal beer-breads
oo, and these are our mallard days that interbead a green lyon with a caffeinated water-bed that feeds cake to missions
and, La, i have overseen a wicked gal-world come sharpening Zion with holy sweetness

Uhhhh The renderers of blurred circles will come panting, with lemon-gasps dead at hand, and the sky of mansions
gets eagerly clustering directly around cosmic dillers whose illing dolly mixtures use sweet scram for false dimensions
O, as i realise all of the keen things my father knew, i enscent the lucid ghost of my dad and His summer country
and, sss, what with chanters of teary god-eyes come happily home to receive love's hosts, i must cry forever; O, gardens
must eternally hold God's hand till swift graves ride

Ohhh In this scuttery sailor-seed that revolve in some murderer's rotating bloody bath must weaken till daemons ride for
easily sea-vented, with some seizing female single-vent, cause mimesis to study about masks and de masted Venus-whores
and, sss, slock riders of bitter gemmas appear wafted underneath generic bled bodies
and, sss, a moon biker becomes trapped in spheres whilst comedic angellers feed dead knobbies with serial sex-laddies

Uhhhh There is a slumberer here aside my small town where i laid out the dying across tents and purple doobies; O,
whence hangers of necked bubblers fuse a stolid pen into hair a ductor of scrying Los moon-rents ices to sorbet takeaway
and, oo, some ideal diggy diamate finger-father routs the lady-cock till sufferers of scrittling tomb-pets get ghosted by day
and, uhhh, embittering bad sad grave-clays comes tumbling in harvests the nights of the reddeners and all evening motorwaves

AHHH MIEN!?

*

i am laid by lazy lions
i am wedded to Zion, and a pitted death
will smoke
and sexless God will cry and choke
and men and Love will kiss the most
Uh
Inspiring magic lands, a sea of dust
cries, and a city in Japan sees lust
crying for the grave
and native natural roses will bust
,,
Icy slaying saviours pray for crusts
massing natural leaders dream dust
and i realise lud heat
and i realise my sea of meats
and suicidal bridges trace trod sleep
,
*
at the utmost edge of love, a city in a drug
peals a kiss
at the utmost edge of God, a city inside love
peals a fist,
and sunsetting caverns cry for
hands and lips,
and a city in a twist caresses sex war
sss
A purifying angel rises from the sea
a pouting blonde cradle
raises rapiers from rocked trees, and
coded killer ladies
die die, die!
o-

A sliding sad eye espies sea and sand
a writhing sad sky defines
sex and woman
and uttering muttering dives expand
sex and chidden
children

and me and God must cut damned
woven woollen
fishwives
and fawkefires feel for eyes, and
blonded blind knives land
hooked slides
and we are fathering fast hands
and suicidal brothers blame hanged
diamond
Uh-

Emptying pealing mists mask us
Emptying eating fists crash us, and
goddess goes to sea
and empires ride a sea of sleeved
sexseed
and i will scatter sex where greed
drives dreamed
dead trees
,,
Grievous idiots ignite
far fires
Idiot egos will alight
fat spires
and raving raided night
ignites
hands, and tyres
burn
O

Me and madams
wire guns, and fires
rave for dams, and
eyes glow like sand
and seashores
ram rode waves, and
ears and eyes
glow glow
O

rivetting crows dam
fists
riveting sloes slam
kissed
parades
and slowed graves
ride from laid
bold biers
and plashing knaves
bind palls with
flown feet
O-
ssss
Amen to the seas
Amen to dreams
Amen Amen

*

as we paint flowers with dewdrops then a cellar
will bury ladies fingers in the yard
la, la i yielded a feline to a bard as old rivers
raced down to a sea of card
& we ladened after summmer where cold mirrors
scattered fakir's glass
..
once aside of lakes, a boat of scarves warped
wrappers of dizzy faiths
..
we faint for faces & we paint dolls when ice
weeps for oven-burnings
..
faceless fanned feathers feel after flown mice
& a sea of snappers roams a bird's flown christ
. - eyes under empires weep for lady rites
- wicked thunders walk pyres & cold kites
scrap the kestril winds...

as we paint flowers with raindrops then pleasure
drops a giddy bait upon a radio tower
& we cell-phone after cum & we suck feathered
fawny dummy graves
..
Oh

*
wow, i'm listening now to loud blind musics
oh eyes cut a jazz cloud as i sweat for mimics
& as roses swing then fall
i jeer in purple silence at the violent limits
of lip-shrinking tongued halls.
..
when once i gabble, then i seize remits
& a doll of dust scandals after hot trips
& a bone of cusps craps upon hot nips
& eyes slink into sinks
....
wow. i am star-seering a rude world
oh i am moon-nearing a naked pearled
bay of dead lovies
.
loveage holds our hands & babbies
snap a bald-bedded hairnet
..
O

*
when tipsy diamonds garotte a swollen heart
then an inch of sirens must
certainly wince at the moon's crust
& a bell of bastards bollocks after musk
& a cell of sex-calves mess after grey dusk

once upon a vein, i shot a roof of lust from
swarthy pecker pockets
ahh the lynching fern of ages scatters guns
away, where dead seeds strut
minarets & dolly chemicals
...
when tipsy golden male-lots wed to meadows
o, where guilty ancient gal-lots seem
hum-raised from bones & lightning, then
eyes will certainly dream of sex-shows?
...
once upon a lost vine, i swallowed clothes
ah, & a slitty seller of lime has sold robes
thumb-stabbing a moggy inside a rose.

endlessness swills tillers as rolled loaves
scatter scutterers upon urinated roasts

*
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.

*O, as caddis gentlemen use gentians for a better life, side-grinders of haloics must entrap pert seed in a vast paper cup
O, as dizzy red Bethlem flashes long female-bends around mind-grimers, sweet acritudes forge fish from chippy fly-sluts
and, sss, where angels kill lashes, some keen and shakespearo of a god-man gets feeling for breasts; and, oo, summer nuts
must, with twelve arms waving, use a bully dream for horrid lover yoyos;
and, sss, we shall eagleise some drooler's daffy screams with tawny growly owlers and mad men seen inside blood poncho

THE END.

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Copyright JDB 17/07/2022.

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work-in-progress title: When Many Magic Throats
first draft pome then poem-song

 

when many magic throats get caught under phlegm rivers, rivetters of pooly penny veins will
hereby, with closed guts raining, see elaborate sea-swailings come sundering dolly with dead ills
O, where once summery widowers seize establishments from veilings, cellves and sponge-sex thrills;
and, sss, with fablers seen aside wide killers, a simmery wintry suit-code uses bells

and, Oh, we must enfight the criminal rivers with umpteen boats that ensail nooses
and, sss, as shied mutterers get ensabled, then moltenisers of coats enstoar easily murdered fuses
and, Oh, we must ignite blinding breaded moon-mice
and, O-La, abject deifiers of rented stone evenings hereby stir shit under christs

Uh

*
in throats where many lizards sleep, a gouger of daddiers may serenade a dead bee with menswear
and, ho, whence family maims sleep, a crowder of maddiers may serenade sweet teas with girl-wear;
and, ho, i shall wash both of god's hands with all of Jesu's many limbs as a bled void uses moist fears to
enburthen some outelbowing city mamma whose dancers murdered school
and, ho, i will slosh some penis-ale directly across boobs with tattered stools that smell of porn-americas

and, sss, ices with enbedded cold cream pie must enspy a dogdazzler with fools
and, ho, i will splosh some fanny-trail with an outelbowelled fanfare that summons sons from dementia
and, lo, as me and my memories get stricken in a false box
i will, here and eternally now, messenger after spin kins and a bodyless bladder-cocks
oo, a magical man-grabbler, with wanded teeth sky-spelled, hastens to illusions then fades aside a grave

huh

*
i have seen wives dying in public while eyes drop dead; O, where fazers enlaser dorms, schooline slaves
must, with dragglers of spin assets will hereby stop; O, where failures enmeasure storms, regimental knaves
must, with torn towels rented, come layering cops with spyclops; and, sss, we shall us porn for sex-graves
Ahh, once along a time in cemented lungs, waivering grot spy-slots islands under weed
Ahh, once across sweet lime, quickeners of rubies become murdering england with unearthly red seed

O, i will hereby swirl some tea beneath a blue cup
O, i will hereby twirl some honey under some elderly churchyard tait-and-lyle
and, sss, weavers of factories enmaster lovers with dimates and graveyard heroes; and, sss, we must receive
endlessless via a bled home and some dairy-mead
Ahh, i have encendered weevils in mums to daisy-tweeze a greeny kidler for zeroes

Eh?

*

some hocum director of doomy saddle-ash hereby comes rendering blue claves from a heart-beat
O, with meadowers of gob come withering into de fields, a teemer of crude strays stun Mary's sheets
and, sss, i have seen lord Gods come castigating grey weals as magical deleterous sons murders sleep
O, with gallowers swailing by, gun-topers with masturbative meals come spurting seed aside fever-feet
a designer of plastic buildings must introduce defamers of delis with guns and squirt tit-reliefs; and, O,
what with cantonments star-confused with India-English painted doll-ties, a director of lipper meese will
forever endraggle elderly Martian tools with red-deadening UFOs and billies with defectives on John's Hill

O, with buriers of family come boozing with pub-earrings, some masterer of pig will relive aged acrid loaves
and, sss, i have foreseen dummy mammas come choking canteens with decorous screw-veined mind-clothes
and, sss, i have used a porn-scream to simplify a moggy yellowed fan-job
and, sss, whence fuedal cars don dreams then some beniter of wivering hand-cobs get knobbed by cherries,
O, with designers of foetal history summer-sending a drubbler of quivering man-jobs to crapplers, easy berries
and, sss, once aside a skin-mine, defenders of ascending bubblers will crucify swellers with rabbits and babies
O, a diagonal mathematical Number-shaker enters flies under muddlers

Laahhhh The buttery boner case that elderly sex-phone users comes spreading poo-wee on darjeelings must
instantly fragmentise stoner aces with maladies and allergic thrones
Laahhh The eager keys god has cut for the playbirds mansions must sea-atone wicked trees with sweat-sloanes;
and, sss, a deluder on a cliff hurls a rocker's drinks-tray directly down as massive sea-attack
O, i shall entertain guns with stiff-curls while stiffening woman cock comes cliorise darkeners with pink-tacs
and, sss, a belter of acid titties will forceably fascinate deflamers of crocks with fertilised murderers

Uhhh. the last of the big suspenders must encornice a shriller of grogs with mental hecuba, O, we shall sunder
some delicate bubbled bible-town that enmurders codal bellers with cicada and loud ferris cagers
O, once across a mined mind, trillers of cats merge de heavenly Bast with dilators of proud furry fang-tailers
Uhhh the vastness hereby seen come giving head to a flowering windscreen and, sss, rotating tomatoes come
scattering doom-dazers with endlessly murdered river-beds that suck a saltwater divan underneath wet pillows
Uhhhh, across a mental menstrualising body-board, a picker of rats fuck-up sugar-daughters

Ehh? Giddly turning mortisers will sharpen eye-brides with milk-whites seen atop a dead hill; O, we will swallow
deadening false infancy to murderise a vast neon ride with cuttlers of silk-mites and stoned worms inside porters
Ehh? Dizzily partaken from atomic infirmals, an urban blonde-blind will appear oaking for splayers and killers;
O, kissifers, hatched, heroise a fatalism with diurnals and bloody darkening sex-nocturnes
O, we shall use a green fuse for a planetary destroyer
ss, we shall use a wax fruit for some elementary cum-moiler; and, sss, whence rivers ooze maxed blood, mirrors
must easily benumb the whole of evil stinky racisms

and fiddlered fanny gal-boys issue a cager of a garden to moteliers with a sleek dress and a mumbling deceiver
and enscissored money dog-boys entissue a raider of a sweet den with friendly petrol-pressers of red conceivers
and, sss, whence sweet heads drop, a draveller of crazers ensleep skin aside emptying petrel-pissers; and, la, gold
becomes wickedly incesting doomy dolor drawler boys with tickering spind thighs
and, oo, as mammy nelly stands nakedly sky-wretching, a kissifer in some green alleyway radios mods and dives
and, oo, we shall come again into the green Zion of the waterbead
and, oo, we shall come against some keen genoa and her flavas of a green seasaddler of Bethlem and killers
and goatmen cry as female perots soothe

eternal mind-museums.

Uh

*
gee, the time has come now to chew on a tulip
wow, this time of grey day
has here and now floated under snaked ships
and, cosmotic, eynes drive into clay
and, demonic, mines dig after salt-graves
..gee whizz, inside this bickered world,
proud bellmen have to curl
wetted windwells
with furling eagle's pearls

gee, the sad grind of day where soft trips
sundered my blind earth
will cum now to bend brushes into birth
and a spool of ash
spins about star-rain
and a knife of wine toasts cutting pain
and selves fall down god's windowpane

elves sleep with ogres
wolves weep for killers
and a bunch of cool flowers sees pain
writhing just like a mirror
,,
gee, the time has come to chew on a tulip
woah, the time of a grey ship
has to tick a body around drowned stars
and a sabled sea-stable
capsizes and gives head to eaten calves
..
as angled angelicas feel for nuts, scarves
hide a blonded neck-muff
beneath breaking knocks and rhinal musk
and a bedroom in a bad canal
has to enter sleep-lovers in wetted
sleeper of drowners. Ah, curved anal
metes de river jordan to
believers in peppery salt-spread news
/
ah o-la la la

eager men at seed swell up for
fist-netted eaten sleeves with doors
opening lips beside receivers
and a bell of bait slams across Leda
and mad bad Prince Hamlet
falls, falls, falls
outside veins and into a dried wall

ah o-la lal lal lah

executed by flashed casinos, balls
shoot fried paid crack
and a city glade dons a dance-hall
and weed smokes like a whore's
laden lazy eye..

gee, time's come to lop grey scum
wow, a rattled son
has daughtered now a leaden wide
hostel in a paved slide
..
elves sleep with ogres
foxes cry for milners
vox pops pee upon female fillers
and once a fucking night
a bodkin in the thighs of millers
meld dirt into flowers
ahh

i will harness filthy flowers?

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

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

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

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

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

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

*
O with a helterskelter chicken made mallard under rain
the kissers of mod bellers ring ringlets under champagne
and an idle jeep
glows, just like a woman glows; and a razor under sleep
sunders massive merlins with kestrellers and meat-sleep
and, la la, a lonely female radio damages tellies with meat
and, la la, a lovely dovetail hisses for glad cradle-sleep
and a daddy damsel
drifts into dreams when a laddy uses infant easels

O, a spended rector bleats as she brawls after God
O, a rended ghost-picker peals skin from dun buds
and a sea of earrings smells of lime altars
and a sea of herrings, shaved, signals easy vaulted
valley mien
and, oo, a sonar eagle quickens to bud noise when
magical magi men silence christs with blood-hens
and a waldron in silence
drags a droppy screen for a rodeo raised from
indelible comic sex-violence

and a dog of stooled spleen cuts a fish-sparrow
and a lord of stools
sends blind streams to fools; and an evil minnow
shaves life's bodice bed-clean
and, la la, as an indian dummy fuses veils to cream
then kickers of pricklers sunders thooming rules
.
the maddening tar-kissed madams who drool for
english gallowers
come scrying for hallowers and drifters in walls
war after billowers
and a naked nuked heart hums across pink-stalls
and a faker in a puked heart
happens to find a darter of a mindless mirror
and mindlessnesss glows jusy like a bright fart
and endlesness bleeds under porn and pepper
and a lady in blown seed
sucks upon moonies whose parental body-harp
peals nude oboes from musical sky-carps.

*
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 soften songsters with a musical disease
la eyes will widen
uh skies will seize men
& i will soften songsters with a musical disease..

o the moon looks down upon this mental town
o a noose of starred hooks
expand dogdazers when a bed of rooks
lammers after dolly dillies who burn books
..
& i will soften songsters with a musical disease
la minds will siren
after menstrual seasons & a fist of old bees
believe in a stinging sea of guilty robed seed.

eyes beshrew the brassic dark.... old umber
rocks a daddy boy as modemed arks thunder for
laid lights & daisy lubes..

.

*

Copyright JDB 20/07/2022.

 

*

 

The diseases of mad masses and terrible fire come

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work-in-progress title: The pipering wide pigeon men who enliven sea
first draft pome then poem-song

The pipering wide pigeon men who enliven sea with soils hereby become as wet as a drowned tree
O, with sirens gyring, a balded debater using mouths of moils must, with jaws cut, sermonise wild bees
La, as mindfolks cower, some exhaltive seizing trout gets easily caught from a lost nut;
and, oo, a mad mandala, scarved, hereby interfuses father-shouts to wrought mums and crisscrossing beads

La, masoners to caged Madonnas will send the livid rapid dead to bluesers and diaries
sss, and the pipers in mouths may well acede scent to vapid breads; and, oo, a dead cattler comes rivering for
a gluer of fluid killers and, oo, a mindless sea of mirrors must attend all kind keen successful city murders
and, uh, whence ghostly humans anoint buds with pities, a coda of cicadas will tend dreams and kiss fevers

Uh

*

The peppering wild eagle men who enserum some loud head-leaf with slumber sunrises will insistently cry
O, as lazy leopards use fish for skin, a draggler of sea-money gets wave sundered
O, while crazy dead cars come shitting for maddeners, a salted mind leveller appears killed by pig-sties
and, sss, whence some kiddy accuser layers fablers with venal head-lines, some balded news reader writes
directly back home where sharpeners of reapers rend cradlers from washy weather women

La, and i shall send a fine letter to a dead queen
La, and i shall send a mind-letter to a dead dream;
and, sss, while we send boats to sail, a carver of poems may come searing verse from salty dummy bays
and, what with mansions praised, me and a fatal scream may have to surrender poet trees to a skinned trade
and, O, as ashen wool flays get easily wed to cunt-lip, a maker of devisors rents poet pleas to a deaf slave

Uh

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o, a soaper of a mad kiss gets done; o, a widener of crypts will shift some shirted body alarm; and, sss,
what with signals dead, madam mums easily become enboned with pips
and, sss, we shall use breads for caverns and, sss, we shall enstone keen slit with daisiers and ensaddled
summery wintry spurt-folks with falons burned to deat
o, a doper of a sad miss gets gone; o, a spiraller in lifts will escape to floor no. 1 as a city on her side straddles
soupy daddy money with flailers and body failures

o, a soaker of a mad wisp becomes car-anointing fascinating craners with soddenising pluperfect mind-battles
sss, heart-headed ones, with star-suns casting seizures, cause an ideal pepilepsy to enshrine illegal mind-candles
o, a roper of a bad kiss oozes heart-headed sons to carry their mother-father brothers to sweetening angels,
and, with savvy deepening slip-folks come enbolising blue marriage, a feinter of lovers uses hips for shrine, and tables
appear right now to seem as beautifully made as some teenaged pit and a killered waxed mother,
and, sss, wetters of wet-spleen appears disembodily ermined with razoring girl-kickers

and, sss, once across a blue mind in a mad blue world came spurtered, just like cum; and sweeties with strangers raided
are forever and always and eternally forever mooding a cavered hustler with messy blown bum
and, what with holy ebonies come using zingers, a parenter to paving stones will fascinate and dilate;
and, o-la, some patient to arched bobbies move some fractal stranger to dromes that flee west then crashdown
and, sss, me and my most mysterious mobbler of drums will enthumb distractors from chicken hides and lost towns

Uhh

*
and, ooohh, a silly plectrum with no need of a guitar becomes using bed-hands for sex-jam; and, sss, we will use decay
to intermove some evil glassroom to stella swoon a buzzy girl with bindings
O, what with mills burned, evil wombs must cellar-spoon some tawy child with ceilings;
O, we shall eternally spite devils as we enmike some baby rocker with a moron punk-pig; O, with chanters raving, decades
will go sailing high; and, sss, we shall fractionise barblers with river-running closed county sleep; O, with bedsides delayed,
weeblers, without thighs, missionisers a blended mothers whose mirror-thrumming clothes summon reflections for killings

and, with handsaws hindling into mixers, a shended finger without hands come twirling like evil long lady's fevers;
and, sss, some easily enshaven blood twixers feud for gingers must define nostril drivers of dykes and dizzy mons-feelers
and, uh, idealisers of honey action head-heart rattlers some pinger of wynds with roasted bananas,
ooo, good eyes will surely shake till word-blind
ooo, mood eyes will certainly drape hills until murderers glow, just like a deaf-blind child will glow;
and, ooo, a menstrualism, depraved, gets evily bodied off crow-cusps; and, sss, deadeners use de Thames for old dealers

uhh The butt in a true moon mouse-moves diddy rats to some lunar crate with beery talons exposed then left to ensister
all easily affected birds with a baldness of wives; and, sss, whence curly snakes get unvenomed, roses with red fistulas
must get strangely thunderised by wolverines and seasand
O, we shall become stormed with spires while enstrangled small islands may enkitchen woollen bed-poses with ribboners
O, we shall become deformed with torn tyres
O, we shall be numb; and, sss, whence forced fires entissue devillers with dirtiers, a lady with twirling wax fingers must
always accuse the livid dead of crying in the luminous chapels

and. sss, vaccums with dementive jewel-crafts will hereby send apples to diseases whilst a rivering teasy flash will crush
some darling of a darting father-fool; and the dead cry for gems and the gems don shone bile while, moved, hanged mush
with some poxy VD digitalis; and, uh, distractors of brides open up slitted men with diamate
and, oo, weavers seen made dead as troves come enteetering mallow-muck with trainyards and murderous peasy countries
and, oo, a worled life appears laid where a swirled christs seems removed

Ehhhh? The lucky sex pumis of eerie sky-drams get enflowering; O, a family of liquid lapses cum shaking under de Bodies
and, sss, i have hereby seen again the green Zion of the waterbead and the devil Rosa being flaunted to quaking mumma
and, sss, i have hereby seen again the crabbed shadow-lyon of all rivalling xmas-easter sirens
and, lo, this deepening city hotel in a back-room becomes entribed with crawlers of kerbers whilst autumual fotus paps
come busily squirting smilers from fatal hostile sexed swinging zippering toadbacking whore-hymens
and, lo, a weiring summer rider guns some navels from hostels
and, ehh?, whence America sails out to sea, cryers with bum-shovels dig for stung tramp-blinds

and all of this wild world wants to do is to fragmentise some blithed blooded twirling bath that bathes bones in swift lime
Huh..and i shall enter again into the green Zion of the waterbead while keen genoa's sweet bethlem cooks stone for dimes
and, sss, when once copsters crow, a menial meningital rash gets bubbling around choker cherries and an eye of pure timed
potentially terminal head-bed-body rot
and, oo, i shall define de deadeners of heart-headed coffee come spraying lemon-lime across my own purportal grave; Oh,
some magnum of a dawn-dressed ocean must use a scar-fuse for layering laid lemon-spine with bones and fotal deaf crime
and, sss, this wild naked blue world where man and woman must murderise natallers with vines must stop, stop

NOW!! And the dogs will bark for meths and sweet beer-gasolene will seize a dummy pepilepsy with holy mind-clots and
ooo, when once the earth reels, a warden to red sex appears first to thrill and thence storms green sex; and, la, tiny England
must become, with beds made straight, interfuse kerosene with angellers of brigands and fawns
and, right now and eternally laid, some pecker of sun-margarine rids tipped templars with dogdazzlers
and, oo, here and eternally now, dilators of deckers enlunatic all drippers of a vegetable maw with hankering candy pawns

Uhhh As falconers with owler boys get moosing after candlefire, a waxen wed manxer in scores lend cut tails to raddlers
Oh, and i have seen Eries come shouting out aloud
and, oo, when once hedons drift, shouters of de cockerel-crowd must exemplify dafflers with spind dawgs and Leda;
and, sss, when once herons kiss, routers of de cuckoo sea-towels must exemplify daggery pig with spindlers and Labia,
and, oo, we shall murder petroleums with enemy funeral pyres
and, oo, we shall swerve from arboretums to find all our five and country senses cum squirting cum across city flavas

Ehh?

*
O where once moist reluctance blooms, then old bloods at last
Begin to blossom in burgeoning hired glass.
Furred Christs spill fingers for the winters of a bible-past
Though mean snows are spun, and every single mask
Is seen to fellow old burrs and burials. Trees appear vast,
But on the lake, moonish flocks cry weirdly as gilt flasks
Decant summers where autumnal scissors cut girl grafts.
Soon, in brightened glades, swung palaces will be outcast
Under starwarmed sex masts: yet youth is no longer bright-
Timed, swelled youth once flared but now ignites moon-life
With belled boards and beds and bird Christ.
Of weird noon-times, lilac milk will bloom as strangled stripes
Dim to distance all sever-ending dogs when rosy rites
Exist for just dumbness or else some baited bitter blight
Where wakeful wilful wept beauty encounters bellied bites
And, inside gold, we suffer song as soulless tree mites
Utilise city microphones.
Soon, and for certain, a wood-enchanted crop of cold bones
Will serry skeined spires with beautiful gun-gloamed
Blorting blithe bubbling city cloned
Market-squares;
And we at first seem savoured but now fed to drones…
We have had our shadowed times
We have held our mean lives to mind mines…
Where first we awoke to beauty then cause and regret
Dulled us, - vast villas under unencumbering blind debt
Ravel into serpent signs
And when we think of bodies, then closed sex
Covers cunt in lashwide tits and wet death.

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

*
a balded vapor of a mad man has to cram
blonded capers down a baby's hands
o a bake of light lops meadows when drams
dazzle us with veins & radios
..
odes to old sections side with crab-lands
o eyes will suffer wives
& we shall slitter after dyes when lies
yield killed ghosts with spies..
..
a balded vapor of a sad man has to slam
old grey fanny
& we arise from money when grey lambs

mate with mam & daddy... Ohh-
we have the words by heart... Ohh-

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

*
figurines found on my windowsills
heap old dust where ornamental ills
sweep a lost house clean
and the riders of the dead see dreams
dreaming after sad bad screens

the saviours of the sun fuck up
the miracles of angels
the sailors of the moon cut up
saggy tits
and an exposed wet cunt shuts
all sexed doors

we will see arise the moon of
dead boys whose penises
are always bloody hanged...

figurines fould in my front-room
shatter old glass
and a sea of casts show vast
bodies to

people who live in sheltered homes
and because a room with a view
fellows the dead past,
a bone of sudden sadness will
move dead men to tears... KILLED,
we ride into rain...

i saw the eye of earth and liked it,
i saw my mind made up from lit
deadened eyes,
and the world awoke dirty lips
..
the vastness of my old home had
several billion bloody walls.
Because we appear homeless, mad boys
may well beg for money
and a cast of billions scatter money
and a sea of diamonds
hires cabs for families

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"The purpose of Poetry is to
Sum-up the mistery of the Universe?"

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Copyright JDB 23/07/2022.

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work-in-progress tile: whence hog rinsers come defiling skin
first draft pome then poem-song

 

whence hog rinsers come defiling skin with veined crows, a listener to bodying birdmen
will hereby, with phantoms reclined, come caressing Rhodes while statues under nerved men
appear, with lavender cocked, as evil to the sea-skull's waved drowners;
and, oo, acid body-plumes will remove all certifiers from interwaived summoners to chicken
and, sss, we shall enstiffen roaches with garbblers while city ashed trade uses eyes for kitchens

and, oo, weepers with silky deaf-blind holy picture fever becomes as easy to eat as red ribbons,
nnd, sss, as vitalisers send moths to catchers, a pointer under drums bedumbs horses and curtains,
and, what with dud men sent to sea, dabblers with scubas will eternally smoke thumbs then use bends
to incity easy certifiers with prisoner comment
and, oo, i have seen a glib jaw on a star-dune come fragmentising veins with cement

Uh

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these are our mallard days when most things don't happen at all: o, with faces changing, deifiers
with most clapped senses moaning, will hereby enchant apples with walls
sss, a router of the cock enmumblers some illy beddy cunta with woollen mothers and murderers;
O, these are our maladies that interleave some silly easy punka with sodden killers and dementers,
and, sss, we shall fight for dream-cats

and, sss, we shall enmice a sea of house-rats
and, Oh, whence gobbies shine, the sweet mad kid underclothed will enwhisker canine god with Demeter's
seizing precious pawed gem
and, sss, a worldly sea of hens must come to extend some ashy spind swing to adult playground users
and, Lo, eyers may use god-genitals to force lungs beneath trashy spun rings

Uh

*
whence strong sailors come stella moving dark holy origina rivers, a mater of cool skin and inflamers
must, here and now, use some lovely mauving park to marry all heavenly children to spun sweet laughter
O, with diamonds in clouds, me and my red eye will use evil drawl to mark whiteners to fail forever?
O, with diamate under crowd, me and my dead jive will use devil scrawls to murder racists forever.

and we will forever glow with sleep
and we shall eternally flow; and, sss, some city of Dogrons will supper with Atoms thence receving
endlessly mantra-marchinng sea garlands while denyers of doomed deniers will scatter stinkers while dreaming
causes me and my magic girl to slide under false seas with drowners head-bled with hireling beach-hotels

Uhh

*
we will hedonise some murdering cartoon with sweeteners of millponds and statue curtains; O, with eyes drained,
me and my instant masturbator will use milk kids to define holiness from England's lost brains
O, we shall come rocking procrastinators with cocker minds
O, we shall come starry matching top and body tails must dollop foodlessness across swines and green vines,
and, sss, some demure and decorous sky-flower must endower a sodding rod-floss that dicks all sweet crimes;

and, Oh, a venturer with cosmic paper comics will lust after drony bedafflers of lost cats and sugary grape-lime
and, sss, a dreadful sea-curse must enweeble ill rafts with dust-doctors
and, ooo, a hatful of flames enrips a gemmy heart with biblers and mad pontiffs on a lousy loosener with bird-grime
cockerel shouting some decorous demure daddy flower
and, sss, me and my favourite spy-dragon emits bivoaucs of pure smokes; and wee devils will taunt ghosts forever

Uhh some caustic foolers with schools filled with rulers must encrust weavers of seed devils with killering fevers
Uhh some plastic user of kiddies gets dealt with by killers,
and, oo, red eyes in March come scissoring pelts with sky-riders whose mummifying mirror treads baths into zingers
Uhh some magical doos with grease-proof poltroons will mind-driver booze aside fatherers of breads and ripplers;
and, oo, i shall own soon the actual active Ides of March while me and mycellves get whistled at by blind pepper

and, what with windmills burning sweet rain, soft spirals inside smiled seas will become lizardised by doctored lepers
and, sss, a craner of summer yearning uses pain for lost bibbler bibles;
and, oo, we shall enswipe a dizzy dragon bone to enbind daddy rivals with mammy and her old brother's hands
and, uh, we shall abuse ideal dilators with a dead canary inside babies then pig
and, la, we shall enclose evil dictators with a redeye granary raised days high from develries and satanic lost islands

Uhhh There are nearby a varicose venal veined brain thats interweave late night dinners with sherberts and serums
O, and i have seen all of the dead float by
O, and i have seen all of de bread coaxed by some delirious daddy father to family dads and aunts and old nans
O, as faces cry, whippy caligula fuses a welter to some deleterous daffy dreamer
and, uhh, once across some sea-strangled feather, death's forever dying cremated burial brothers must use iced hands
to swivel some hotdog van directly aside murders

Ehh? kissermen with fish men become fantailed across magic sails where drowned depths thrill; O, riders of hairbands
become now, with tissuers of yolk-dens oiled, as easily affixed to vales as a priesty beltane driller; O, wrinklers to drams
got fed to beery brew-hahs as menstrualisers with gassy peery body-lays lammered aside blue castlers and bummy lambs
and, sss, i have counted the lambwhites along a hill come cantering, like horses, aside boned hoops and daffodil-seasons
O, a blazor with smoked shone buttons school-missing coarses across night
O, a breeder with smoky Saint Joan gets rabbiting across missiles where a blancher of night-lights murders dairies
and, uh, the words of a dead christ endeafen friends with moss while a cobbler has to rob headlights from aviaries

Laaahhhhh. Bled bad gals and boys tenderise a flashy fleshwound with some fatals stitches imposed from apiaries
Laaahhhhh Bleeders, with toys and gals come crying high, enswither some facials with bitches and coded diaries;
and, sss, whence bleeder become pet-ajoined to flying eyes, dolters of mums encandle old shrines with toaded fairies
Laahhhhh And, ooo, a magnum poetry opus gets tear-fried by dangerous madders of cold sex and candle-countries
Uhhhh Red galleries roll from lashwide breastlifted leafers with back-breaking jumps seen suddenly shaking angel-trees
and, oo, whence comets kissed a flower, a bleeded mental unicorn will sink horns days deep where guzzlers use beads.
O-la we must build our pit of death while curtainings get woven under hillsides
and, without any fear to slit, we will board our boat of sex while buttery mutterflies get hounded by dogmen in wived
hissering spy-dyed red-hot tear-memories
Uhhh whence usuries found underwet, an unlicenced porn metaphor guides pussy under knives
and, la, hot plenuries of sweet sweat fuses some owler's kestril forge with puddy squirt-pies
and, sss, where once ultimate witch-killings certify all wicca with jammy pentacles, juice-tides
may well sink some loosening loud loo-wing to pettlers of honey testicles; o, guides
walk some parakeeting parrot-plinth across tiddlers while mindless brides
come ladening doomy squints with rippers and carrib swine-hides

Eh?

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back home, and I am a gulled gawped fish and seamen snip my mood
dear, I am a dell of deep dead death and my eyes eat a sea of grooving
games and games feed gals to seagulls as
veins veer West, and God is a smothering soap-bar and God reaps blood?

fey girls in a goosing wood feed cats to fat cranes as cut swallows ride
forcing fixing skies
and i must go to shut the suns of love or else find fear outside me

When once a sea sucks water then
sliding seashores fall into a spindling
wind, and fathers swim a sea's of decorous demure pistol-wind

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
these are our fathers whose mothers mount contentment
as the very first things humans lose
and heady head-busy bonnets under hoofs
must kiss a level town and lead graves into noosed
city crowds

ah-..

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bird lime in Lime Regis has to dollop
golden pigeon poo on human eyes
birdies inside a penis
slough for sugared seas
and a cot of wax sucks kiddy beads
O

as a shredded bullock cuts his cow
as a bedded padock
turns under locked crowds
then a heap of blood-lead will ride
against blurred haddock
O

bird lime in Lime Regis has to dollop
golden body-poo
underneath parcels which open nudes
and we rock the sun
and we suck a gun
O

whistlers of wheatfields have to rot
and we have time left to rot..
,,
*
charmers of chambers curry-comb
eased mines where weird old drones
bang babies into lime
o, as fast as a clock, a town of stone
eats under minds
and we think of loving
and we hear brass-rubbings
and we hasten to a prickled
bible-chain
O

charmers of chambers curry-comb
eased vines where spidery sloanes
push a wide life
O

a bastard that breaks illegitimate bread
has to kill his real dad
a bastard who
rains down, down
will suck a giddy jumping pisser bed
and we learn about
nothing at all
Lo

we have the jammy names by heart:
the criminal easels and the
cruel carrion sound of painted
eaten seagulls
and we danced adown a bad hall
and we shout
and we routed
everything.

*

the renters of dying music feed me now to a blue drip
and i saw a father's music crying for men and cliffs
and dada died away from dying as soft sinning spliffs
slip a bogey of a fawkesfire into a hot gusset; O, grips
hanker after deadly tyres that lead to a cleansed hit
and we shoot up from pelicans where sin gets ripped

la la entertainers of a coughed world jive to old clits
la la scented winter razors shave a jelly high. Lifts
loosen brotherers of sailors when a bell-rope gun-grips
a dunny demon bride with beery clementines and profits,
and a cell in sweet wines toasts the eager even dead.

o i have been made flower-naked by pcked devs and
i have been raised from fond flowers; and reddy ribbons
rap along a petal-box and a petal box for dully gibbons
grass after potato-stashed gunny cock, O, swine-shreds
skin-staple bonny eyed granny pox; and hot mermen
feel up their latest drowning with maiden friends; and a
saucer of a fatal dreamer rips a fotal local cellar-car;

the renters of dying music feed me now. Pulled tents
bleed like a puppy soul and hurtled thorny legions vent
a barnied bad-bodied boy who sinks sex china in scent
and we perrfume grass with walrus glass; O, caged stir
hips to a gaoler's jumped jeep as a cheeper under soft curd
sucks old tealeaves from a flowering schizoid tea-spoon.
.
o do be aware of all of your dumbfounded dicking because
cabinets of demure hair tend to castrate all good gods
and an endless hemped piano lives where drunk pig-Love
angel-demands a sugary sheath from buddy bath-muds
and a dairy adjourner tries jazzlers for souless shoe-tugs
la la la. Vocalisers in the jaffa juices of shoed rent-blood
sickle-age for accidental dicker sluices and, ohhhhhhh

funny funnellers of dipper dames fuck-up shutted loaves
o dotty dairy flyers suck aside ghosts as pearled brogues
piss in a fire-clock; and merchant men christs crow-slow
down, down, down where a bitter grapefruited pin-rogue
peals a purple pickled onion from greying action pogues
burled Moosy Master Mice will trap voles in lost clothes
and a dragooner of eggy spice seasons jammy bedclothes
and a marina in a toilet-wipe warms washed pillow-plugs.

when once this statued hand smiles under camal drugs
then a granite piper may well ravel under shooting bugs
and, loo loo, me and a caustic rubberband tauten drugs
and, oo oo, men and mastic rubby rodeo drams tug for
natalisers of day, night, and latent pooled virginity when
painters of poxy boxes trash volts with shivering gardens
..
Uhh weavers of brooches block a canal lavvy with a star
deviller of seizures made-up from grand mal MaMa
and we may well have to sing goodbye to dread MaMa
and, caned in spreeing wet cunt, we may well prefer a
daddy of a dun dreamer to a bottler of aphonal cards

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Copyright JDB 24/07/2022.

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work-in-progress      title: THERE ARE ALL TOO MANY MEMORIES FOR ONE MAN TO TAKE

1st draft pome then poem-song

 

There are all too many memories here for one man to take; O, here there are all too many hearts to break
La, whence modernisms fuse galleries to guns, then sirenisers of Gob-God will thrall where bodies shake;
and, oo, as stanchions ride dudes, a sharpener of men will eternally rend a copster with a cardial sea-drape
and, La, we will weevilise some idle nakedness while dramatisers of hens extend monsters with money-makes

O, i shall ovenise some coded cooked onion-shadow
O, i shall fragmentise some toaded sea of rooks and meadows
and, with knocked arms swirling, a darkener of coops must use a soft towel for de gallows
and, sss, aS enticers of farms abuse a garlander, messy funereal foods get cremated with a deadening body-snake

Uh.

*
There are all too many melodies where for one boy to tape, O, here there all too many hearts to shape
O, whence families grieve for walls, a sweetener of blue capes gets shoved under gold Mary; and, enaped,
a solver of primalities heave for dromedaries that lead a crusher's mates with Mamma and Ava's killed snape
O, as weevils invade neat flour, a pursery of rats will eternally usher crates to human windows

and, sss, a hooter at a sheet-tower sheds some sweet ferns across fingers and peckers on pillows will use gates
to comparmentalise some growler of meat-flowers
and, sss, eyers may have to collide with myslexias and red showers;
and, laah, as pyres pull on cabs, a city street-crab interfuses death with bleeders and entrancing urban pates.

*
There are all too many cemeteries here when bright eynes blind the coast; O, there are too many lovers near
and, when once pigs crow, a figgy oinker-grunter will haplessly become as elderly as cars and murdered tears
La, we shall murderise some clother with pointer-spunkers
and, oo, as pasters paste stickers on boards, some devisor of mamma will come starring beds with sweat-fear

and, sss, i shall fight the web-wars that get waged across messy junkers
and, sss, i shall set alight all web-wards with twixed eyes and some spyclops in nice sides where dressers sear
dirtying damselling kingfishers with rotators and dead wives
La, we will extemporise fizzy heart-pippers with shittering brides

Uhh

*
when easily maddening model pee-power fuses shutterers to poo-scatterers, a shitty face found in a lost lifs
must hereby, with catteries made kitten soothed, force dromedaries to spit-scutter
and, oo, whence piggy factories affix madders to faulted anteries, a queen ant inside butter must use mother
to eternally dream of diaries and myslexic killers
sss, we shall search for some keen new city as we rotate in a blue revolving bath

and, oo, what with vampyres murdering plumes, a gassy head-plate comes carrying slicers under blooders:
when easily shafted, pig samphire will fall from lesbos
La, and the bitter blinders of lost choirs localise venal clothes with fotalists whose beggars under Hypnos
comes sundering high
and, Ugh, i have eternally urinated in a cremated floor with all limbs buried

O, we shall ignite denders of chemical skins while shaven raven-bird flurries for shooted puss-pubes; O, Morpheus
must, with mindless kids in containers, use wedded styles to candy-dress with maws
O, weepies with aimless pig uses moltenisers for spreaded smiles
and, sss, a bummer smiler seen nearby must swig Leeds-wine
and, sss, a driveled eye-dialler gets dreamt about till old times summerise a bad bowl with causal cake-Adonais

Uhhh The grabblers of all times will happily enstrangle bows with hats and, sss, we shall forge hips from cases
and, oo, what with delimited patrons in some piggly bed-anvil come hammering pissers will vast lips
me and dirtied mummy-cold tie-presses must hereby get fed to angels;
and, oo, a facer to five soft winds will send sin to lusts
and, oo, a laser to ninety-nine red wings will send skin to beetle-musks
and, sss, we shall forever search wine for new nude cities whilst evil crusts get fed to aged duct-ducks

and, lo, i have overseen all of my five and country senses issuing diggy statues from bleeders and dick-ducts
and, lo, i have overspleened all human eternities with chickeners and diggories and terminal canker-islands
and, oo, i must hereby choose to entertain doomy defilers with brandy snaps and everysingle paper mood

Uhhh

*
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.

*
anyway, as fine winds blow and gamesters
surround carpets with rolled casinos,
then a dice in a hill
rolls for asian Buddha
and a Polar Pet has eaten yellow webs
and i have
a lunar sun for my cab
and i catch traveller's code as crabs
cast a shallow map across the hands
.
once yearning for a soul has gone away,
our tardy jeer of a heart cries clay:
ashen with waxen bears, noosed fur-trades
feed happiness to killer's sirens
o.

anyway, as fine winds blow and gangsters
sea-sound a pitiful english moll
then a dice in a rill rolls rivers where
modus vivendi minotaurs
star-strangle bees with evil snares.

evening plays a part in a keen nunnery
morning strays from a tired heart
and a bone of slaves causes monkeries
to

drop steeled prayer, just like a gun.

 

*
There are penuries here that glister just like god's rose, O, what with sounds growled, light meats with sonnets
easily become, with spheres in blisters, accuse god's crow of branning grounds with gnarlers and easy bonnets
O, we will eternally return homeward now to form a fatalism from bubbling towns
and, oo, where cold cabins rove across a deadly field, some menstrualisms must encaper bones with hair-nets;
sss, a radioed sweet idler must encrash a mentalis with meals

and, yeah, whence a rider on pus enlashes digitalis to weals, care-creepers will use a bust till for murder-pets
sss, a steroed giant meat-feeder will use ooze for parents
sss, a heroic gasher will sleep-render rills with noosers and mind patents
and, O, this world we have is largely pyramid and detailers of hands nap all year thence ensnape evil habits
and, Lo, a peppery sea-cab fizzes for eager kip with father moon and His loaded lunar wives

Uhhhh.

*
And all of my five and country senses heed some nailered wintry yorkshiree nakedness with pullers of pigs and killers
O, with flaxen lovers come sharpening, dead wenches will come guttering tyres from deadliness
and, sss, what with deniers underfire come sharpening hills with guns, muttering spires may well use emptied lost killers
to stella-squire a defamer of bodiers with gammas and illing genoas
O, with ashen zingers come hardening sweated bitches, the conal radioed sheeters under pure noise will snap mirrors from
mindlessness and cinema mums

O, ashen wroughted wasp-drums come enstinging defamers with bleeders and encocking mind-toys
and, sss, we shall interfuse clothed thumbs with easy male mouths
and, sss, welters of winter-woods woollenise kidders with focal grounds that engarden snappers of brains and laboratories
uhh; and we say Verboten while barely legal murder-suits flay fascinators with caps and sharded pappers
O, i shall countdown from one to Zed as i ensilence beds with idiot learners
and, sss, once across some bread-vines, me and mammy Magilly got sundering with navellers and baited swallow-tories

Uhh; These layerers of dukes and dames will accuse the rain of falling across our eyes and mouths; and, sss, odd nunneries
hereby, with greying ghosts upraised, appear horse-hit with grain;
and, oo, once across a mined bed in a diggers world, denuders of pain extemporise drouths with leadening cemeteries;
and, oo, blue gods cry for gems
and, oo, blowers use spies for hens while a deadly cock in the hens gets forced to create flown egg; and, oo,
we will come sky-harnessing warred widows with some crofted pig-pen come sourcing rapes from dregs; and, oo, mammaries
may well come, where gnarled trees walk, enpillowing numbers of bumming seamen with jolted passion-pie;

and, laah, softeners of easy sky-winds will encroach upon tyres and sky-writers as, oo, a matrial statue seen in blue eyes
gets shattered while tantalised; and, laah, pee-pickings, wormed to de bones, ensound gun-gyerers and blurred brained tides
and, uh-luh, whence dippy penised dentists drawl down towns with unkempt bad breaths beneath, burners, swerved, uses minds
to eagerly send out some horses along moorways; and eagerly whinneying ponies will eternally use handsigns for sweet twines
and, oo, a master to a plexy pleader must, with ears cut, intermood a passionative worm-swallow to single vents and dead spine
and, oo, damsellers with freaky cabins burned
will eternally dance upon a stripper's sextrance

Uhhhh.

*

the swinging head of sex heaps sweeteners
days high- mixtures of gravy-killlers reap
wheat-tails & old mouthed sleep. Lo!
creatures of killings weep after mirrors
& the arse of life lifts a closed snatcher-
men & children fall from cookie pears.

once upon a lie, we told tales on lovers
Uh, once inside a dolled dime
messy mopped breathers roped a cunt-rind, &
a bulimic bunt of a pan-man in a flower rams
dolly coca drapes

vaginal sizzler bun-gates shout out under
star-risen cherry apiaries &
the dyed men of loosening broiled screens
sauce-cut a rainbowed bed of screams
& a blow of grass smoke-jacks tureens?
,,
blue squirting vines of the wed shoot up
& a helonic pelican of sliced bread cuts
coded killer floured basins
& pull-overs of raisins sup a fat pup's
feline cooker father?

a bun-rapped monkey tails the hob that gluts
a ravine of sugared mice-moles
& a baker of a cunny-rose rips a rolled
garden of baked bulls & tigers
...
ah snared posed lips rove for snow-raised
bouncy boys, as a sea of burning folds
mine-sugar-raid cartoons with cakey twilight
?!

*

As a vastly vamped vaginal tomb climbs for diamond war
Then we will put an end to
City kids where a baby under shoes
Slaps salts from blinds and oozed
Neon wines
, as man and mad messy mod minds
Think of pearls and plies, then city crimes
Will succour cocks and deep dined
Cutter clocks
O

There is perhaps a failed tale which smells of
Docked dives and rocked
Yellow drums
And cochlea is pierced when a sea of blurred gods
Dives for angled angels
….
Closing keen Herod lays waste to his own
, disposing green sex suds soak inside bathed bone
And a gill of ground stoned cadavers
Have droned caddis
And the lady moon melds mods with Paris
And we have Paris in London.

*
As gins under dives dream of drunken sea wives
Then, rolled, eyes of cream
Cram blind tongues where flickering screens
Scream for minds and mad dreams
I will extemporise a poet scream and,
As a seared salt sky sweetens uncle Sam
Then slithering toad tribes
Squirm under hands and hives
Sss

As gems under knives grip to gulls, and where
A city angel flitters after prayer,
Then a tyranny of tigons must lay after
Lolled rills and neon laughter

….
Here, in a limed void, sadness snares
Deadliness and soupy swayed push chairs
And a limitless lay of sound
Sucks sleep from a wasteground-
above the keen allotments, wastelands assault
beaned bolls and fast potatoes.

*
time enough to rot: time enough to comfort fools
time enough to stop: time enough to bend rules
time enough to rave: time enough to eat stools
or else, once dumbed, a swiller of peeing mules
must save the siren steeds of god and woman
,.
Dupers of family hereby knock upon shrill blood
Drapers of memories hereby tap across ill Love
Shapers of mammaries hereby rap aside buds where
a driller of eyries scatters shite across bled lairs
...
*
time enough to rot: time enough to strip old age
time enough to rot: time enough to suffer graves
time enough to siren after beddlers in a grey waves
time enough to rot
time enough to stop
dead; and a lyoness leases tigrons to ligons
oo a capper of buried habits hisses across natrons
oo a snapper of cherried raiders
has to hire a bruised eye-bird to wiveners and moans.

time enough to rot
time enough to stop

stoned dead?
...

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Copyright JDB 27/07/2022.

 

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work-in-progress title: THE TARDY CREATURE-CROSSED DEVISOR OF DAIRY THUMBS
first draft pome then poem-song

 

The tardy creature-crossed devisor of dairy thumbs will hereby sink heads under clothes
La, easily sin-dented, some derisor of daisy thumbs will hereby stink of sheds while toads
become, with eerie paintings raised, scar-issuing catacombs from illers and feinted robes
La, easily skin-printed, some soul-father appears rented to bones

La, easily mind-tinted, some rose-mother appears scented with statues and fatal stone; Oh,
where once a coded farter feeds poos to fears then caffiene, cribbed, stirs tea under Mary
La, we shall enfight some peasy dream-minds as we set alight to ribs and skeletal herpes
and, sss, i will idolise guns and gods will most certainly send nights to pig

Uh

*
The lardy whippers of some cruel sad mummy gets winter-wound aside dolor and Hermes
O, as baby whines, gobs with fools become ladied; and, sss, what with passions halved, fleas
may well jump back from eremites and suns
La, we shall fight for some blue town as we engun easy sands with rats and evil bees; O, drums

become, as sex thrums, a disastrous loud disease seen aside rams and bats
La, we shall ignite some pappers with illiterate papers while wideners of drams murder hats
and, sss, where once the Ides of marched hearts come routing sireners, loaded brother cats must
become easily read by mentalis

Uh.

*
when once a devil girl got enscented with easy colognes, me and my sister devs must appear
eagerly hung; O, whence lammers heave, kids with blue bone will hereby enwed dust with tears
La, eyes may well die; and, sss, dementers of grids will surely mind-moan;
and, O, as we sail after rivers, hissifers, cremative, will certainly certify a headless ear-drone

oo, we shall extend vaults to ice
oo, we shall compend dolts with christs;
and, sss, we shall contend malts with heists while damagers of daemons fuse films with lice
and, what with eateries spind, spiderer shish-tongues must suck red mice from rattled deities

Uh.

*
when once a raisin radio-boy engirls some loud CBs with stoned dead noise, bled voices under lips
will lip, with stereos raging, come expleting proud VDs with moisteners; O, TV-Toys will use slits to
come sirenising babby hoists with starry eye-crowds
O, once across a crisscrossings, a damager of spy-crowds came rootling around darkeners of mouths;

and, sss, we will enmeadow milky baths with deepeners of drowners and over-cleansing female drouth
and, uh, as memories enmeadow some kinky mask with red sleepers
then, eneared to the very last, devisors of some fairy plasts get helterskeltering underneath reapers
O, once across a mastiff orange, a horrid rotted madam mandrin came pelting mamma sleep with drivers.

when once a raisin rodeo-boy enswirls some proud caddy bees inside plumes, some peacocker will derive
elderly acritudes from gallow-boys; O, we will shall rout red trees as we enswoon some weed-rocker with
medlies; and, sss, what with the vast Void come shivering, a bad sea will enleave sodas with whiskey pokers; Oh,
and eyes will come, eternally and forever now, to some weird space whence seeds plant fig under pissers.

and these are the hands i tread and these are the tongues i shred and these are the guns i eagle after bulleters
and, ooo, once along islands, i dragged sleeves across mumblers
and, ooo, once across Ireland, i purchased all the poetic genius of the celts; and, sss, we whall enfather rivers,
with some weariness of pasty phlegms, a mutative mead-monster; and
La, as ridders of shoe-emptiness get enhurtling aside bed-moisture, a bleeder of kissers must render mirrors with

some drearily eaten blinder; and, uhh, sotto voces interfugue some daddy dasher with codes and cyphering killers
uh, some drearily beaten father rams utterances down wintry gum; and, sss, we shall set alight bones with cryers
O.The night-strong diurnal nocturnal body-bed-baths with which sailors drown mad mackerels must
come latrining directly across elderberries
O. The dazzlers in red memories hasten to gey cherries; and, sss, what with taxis undervans, a city of neon builders
will hereby get shafted with neonisms and fandangos

Luhh.

*
lifters of lousy lob lolly men hem pickers aside hives
drifters, danglered, shoot holly ripplers with mad scythes
o, a camphored dammy christ
hereby riflles after money lice
and a caged cartoon swells up, up
oo a violet stone gets blown across ole finger-dice
and a trampling mast
gets fed to magic masks
..
o-la, these are my mallard days where i will defy
all vast and venal glassrooms
o-la, these are my mastiff days where i will deny
all vast and venereal cartoons
and a capping candle-cocoon leases dogs to blithe
bobbing bracelets
oo a sizzlered heart-heap hollows dust with wide
weepy mill-tithes
and a nudish fart-fleet wallows under seasawn prides
and a looter of cunt-sleep
sunders dabby drivers with paved nets and blue meats.

as waders underwatered by splayed spades and sleep
come thundering after bled sheets and Ides
then a dallied sparrow shits along a nest of blithe
blonded bud-bone
and, lug-maced, a drabbler of blouse-stone
cascades where a dyer of nettles moves home to
a nude space where patent parent-painters soothe
cardial koda chromes...
..
the cat nearby fetches a teabag from a kitchen bin
the tramp found in ditches
lambasts cosmic bats with candled naked begged skin
and an automatic rainbow
clambers from weird waves
and an instamatic crow caws at city plays
and, sold to infancy, a heaver of naves sky-slow
cocaine bowed butters with an indigo sideshow
Oh?

*
the deifiers of night-long sleeping days will hereby engarden me and my eateries with blowers of naked garlands
O, when once tissues cross, weeping graves will hereby enraven me and my beaneries to scour gods with humans
O, and eateries with loss, meal-strangled, must appear engraved with bees while pee in the brain rods kids with pans
La,, once across a bald ram, rotators with lusts come searing star-slavers will shout for honey while whippers of drams
get wearily city-chased with bended electrics stella-formed with bionics.

and, sss, we shall interfuse dregs with eccentrics while endlessly peeking bubonics biblise a bubbler with sea-lovage
and, sss, we shall summer-mood beds with eclectics
and, oo, whence carribs cross, some designer of defectives will come cupping grapefruit breasts as pettled shrubbage
comes cabbaging model-vegetates with bluesers of infectives in hills
La, we shall come walloping a dizzy whipping horse with deflamers of drills

Uhhh. The ravishing wintry summery springy autumn times must regify a greasy tablet with cocoons; and, sss, seals
may well become, once fed to rashes, as easily led to limes as a lemon-beery abuser of kissed mind-dunes
and, o, what with statues on the roof come scuddering for wine, a dizzy self-accuser in a bath must regify all wheels
La, me and my madam Johanna came arising from crucifiers
La, me and my Eden-Apple Josie Panner will get conifer-cropped while wax dervishes come spinning round till heels
get incinerated under rosetted punchy eggy chocolate.

O whence indolencies, with pan-carribs drawn, intermood some greedy paste-shop with bulgers and bakered yields
a daffy coffee-dripping fix attaches some innocent fawn with sharpening lace-shops; and, oo, what with sweet fields
getting instantly mother-raised from finches and penitential storms, a sizzler rider of copshops flee from slept deals
and, sss, i shall stoop down now to taste rising vinegars while deluders under rizlas rot for cigarellos and fag-reels
and, sss, the livid star-killed appear fragmentised by huge buns and some weird clothed guns stored in ovens; O, eels
will come squirming for deep-fat funeral dementers

Ah. There are pnuematic rattlers here that scarperise gilded guilt with batty silks while a jacker of whores uses sphincters
to easily moon-and-sun adhere slinky bumrises from herods and pluperfect flexers; and, sss, widened with music, kinkers
will endlessly become, with sticky cakes all around, ablute some red cave of killers with dairy pigeon waters; and, oo, seals
may have to eternally derise a bluesy atom-lake with regifiers of momma and daddy's feeders
and enteric ogre eggmen will come enshavelling some dicky night-dame of reckoning bulbed screams across sylvan widows
and, sss, empirics, with teased mums enwailering, got some filthy sleep last midnight then dreamt of crossed oils?

*
i espied some campus blubber shaking hands with
rats and bats and swallows
o i saw some camphus father shaking hands with a
broken swarmed arm; and a dangerous shadow stirs
bulbous minotaurs into sidlers of smoke and nerve
la la,.- hocus pocus peers under sails where pervs
pee along a frozen train-rail

and de bubblers of pure biblers pray after hens
and de writhers of demure suns
come shattering stained glass with hot hens
oo a laden layer of de garden suffers easy men
oo a ravenous liar gets laid on its tom-tit lungs
and, spent, a fire under graves sets light to gums
and a doddery male damsel drinks to sirens and drums
may well get punctured
and, lammed, a daisy boy-child may well stun
a bedside entertainer;
and bled men on the moon will suffer moss soon
and a kicker of lunar hills
may well suffer a damaged sea where dunes
marry fingerers to saline biddy runes..

i espied some coded coeds come clamouring for
a martian sun which had no heat to bear
and, o, as weepers rock, then silencers of tears
have to drag a dolphin for a pool of grey fears
and, loaded with dogs, weepers must shed tears
where, lunge-married, a sweated crust may sear
coded candies from dieticians and starved gourdes

and morsing men who sink under nurses will board
a peacock killer with shippen fists and cold swards.
.

*
appled peering pippy men send darting darlings into vast sleep
o angelled whirring puppy men send farting fardellers when
heated daffy dream-sleep lays rended inside odalled cold sleep
and a vastness of a dreaming eye heaps us with coded fathers
and, oh oh, we will jack our fathers and we will jump all lovers

appled peering pippy dens sends a madding crowd to mumma
and, lo lo, we ride from chicken when a dog-bag in shot sky
slammers an umbilical grave which appears killed by scribes
and we sky-write for a mute living; O, dinners feed fat tides
O, a wiper of starred mice catch a rat-fire with hopper jives
amd a laden layer of hooping self-sex cuts a cockered life

appled peering pippy men send darting darlings into vast sleep
o angled angels swing upon bird-winged; and miners of sleep
mine for a heart of trolls; and miner molls cut coal from sheets

a mingler of mother's milk swells up for infant loss. Creeps
carnalise carrion comfort where i made my easy name. Meats
rot aside a boozy bubble skin found within a doddy parcel. O,
we jammer for a flayed rubble-wind when cagers of muscle
mount sea-stricken mules with wave-riders of rigid tassles

and issuers of golden sky-stems stop a sexy store with a
bunny of a funny fatal bandage-ring; and men who cut cars
will soften for sodden markets. O, a rider of wheat carves
medulas of clay within narky puky wanky hooty eaty girly.
Greed has a cunny stretcher raised from rubicund shit-sworls
and gritters of puny pannered pussy shed sweet junk for
gilded blonde-cream. Ah, we may well sharpen a sex-caw
because all plumed sex is a potent pile of shitting crap...

i have entered into hired seas where mad mermaids snap?

*
and the night ship appears near to
a vacuum park where vanning truth
bang a fire-hanger's lips upon
closures of burning menswear,
and a hen at night lays an egg-sphere
and a cage of rocked dung
ripens lacers with hot dead fear,
and a pig in its pen bolts cum
and we hiss from a steeled lung
and scenes of souls seem endless?
..
emptied, a damsel in an eardrum
doctors cochleas with wax-won
mental deaf kingdoms; and, spun,
a spind water dweeb hits upon speared
bad roses of shear-minted raven-reared
curlers of dogs and maidens..

emptied, as we ride from rest, raisins
feed magic cods to easy minnows
ah ha

the whirring world outside our meadow
hicks to the click of a sacremental gallows
and a baddy berry bone
darkens life with sacred acid barrows
, oh a bine of beaded beards slease-stones
an inspiral parapet of damaging haloes,
and a slashed church at sea
scatters salted seed across grey leas

and the night ship appears very near
and the listeners under shadow sear
booking bloody labial showers; and beads
don shroudsails
and we watch angled angels car-cleave
red hens and dukedamed monkey
money dowers
.?
,, Uhh

& we are on the night ship?

*
"The purpose of Poetry is to
Sum-up the misery of the Universe"

*
Copyright JDB 28/07/2022.

*

work-in-progress title: When winkling elementary townsmen come using skin for spires
first draft poem then poem-song

 

When winkling elementary townsmen come using skin for spires, a natural boy underglass must fuse dons to wives
O, we shall venurise some evil cavern with vented sin
and, with some cwazy eyelet raving, kindlers of scented winds must become easily entreated with old hearts and knives;
and, sss, what with veined statues on the rise, some tawser of limbs will seem peasily star-seated astride gods and guys

O, we shall ensize out hurtlers with baby shocks and hymns
and, sss, we shall enlight some turtle kid with hock as some dibbler of reason comes scoffing plants; and, o, sweet lies
must appear eternally now to supper for pig and satanic winds
O, and ivory flowers may well appear lugged by gibblers and pins

Uh

*
when once flasks of porter get slicing underneath blueberry fields and curtains on the heath, a duppler of naked rats
must forevermore become enshadowed with soft sleep and narrowers of mallowing sky-meat
O, once across some mod mind, we will hereby encushion elderly barrowers with gallowings
O, and eyers must stop for the deaf-blind and furious meadows clasp to burrowers

and, whence dogs arise, mutators of wine come encuring curious pasts with porridge plasts
and, whence gods arise, dementers of wine come enskewering majestics with thatching cottage casts
O, and we shall intervent a smelly town with guns
sss, once across a crisscrossy dell, crowners with suns bethumbed a nuclear cage that held genius in a sugar mask

Uh

*
When shrieking after de Thames, a meddler of hearts and sloanes enclaved all of my country senses; O, dirtied heels
unravelled, with red tipsy fathers, a timelessness which isssued some sky-stain across spine-pantries
O, what with cryers writhing, deluders of endlessness had my head from its skull
and, sss, a croaker in driving comes dinting trendlessness with bread

and, sss, what with the tongues of Man come slithering from a sucked bed, ironisers of old lead got ahold of evil
sss, a smoker under ribs caresss Woman with angel-cripplings
Ohm, me and my sirenisers, slammed, enchildren all county murdering with swelterers and satins seen in sweet cradles
and, what with wolf-wives shended, a dommy hooping shakespearo must enmystery salinities with red flowers

Uhh

*
whence dufflers with shiny schizoid buttons come enfastening dolly matrons to terminuses, a hospice on the side of a hill will
here and now and eternally forever become acrid with defamers
and, sss, what with body-blows come star-cramming acid pig with enstainers, a hispid fan with a hostess with no wives will
easily enshadow easy carriers of crows and car-jamming flacid fixes with heart-trainers

and, sss, what with dippy droves become rancid with old potato, a simple liquidiser will fall entirely apart and easy satan drills will
hereby enmutton all emptying crude yields with suckerers and cold cables
Ohm, and eyes have for always seen dealers in squids come entrancing some tasty man-eating cockling horse come spattering frills
directly across vines and vineyard sails

Lahh Musclers of some blow-flied sea of cold skin will skim a salty stone on some vacant water and peepers with meadows maimed
must, here and now and eternally forever, star-roll easily spilled danger-bone across some proctors with sweepers and grey skein
and, la, the entreators of sea-slams kiss weather with picky plate of pork-drones whilst a peckler of quicks must enisland fast thrills
O, we shall idolise a tree of clams
O, we will use lost tides to layer lips with rams; and, sss, i espied some tawny blood girl come foisting tits aside mush
and, Oh, when once crossed Ides appear mallow-mated to pearlers, a pusher of mod-worlds cum squirting slit aside old crusts

and, ohm, whence petrol pens come turning a gassy face to de Family, a pelter of red-eye with helterskelter gets glancing for reels as
ooo, espiers of wrenchers pig-rents burning ashy greeny cases with semen-shakers and hootling saviours of desks and dead seals
and, sss, as vines flow high, a pisser with ten-gunnels watered, comes on for carrion comforts; and, oo, i shall deck sands with
defiers of hitty dinner men,; and silk chocolate in paper funnels cause cursers with onion to star-spurt doos and elderly drama-digs

Uhhh These days there are all too many inspiral parapets for words, O, i shall entertain dog with dolor while cavers under dregs
hereby strum a grey styx-mirror
O, whence some callow minder shifts, weepies with tea-seeps cum sharpening drawl will intervein sweet whores with fever-pegs
and, sss, as ashen mellowers belie lifts, herpes with tree-keeps cum shardening graws; and, sss, eynes will ensnore pled figures with
a smattering of huge ferns and spastic cities
Uhhh These days are alll too many mods inside pities must get enslutted with red-gorge; and, uh, voluble bed hisses for pickers
and, when once blowers get snapped, dogs aside deities must wretch and wretch until Osiris-Isis cobbles lead from sexless wrigglers

and, once along some messy crowd, a bruiser of deifiers must come shafting biddy hens with ordinary flights of deaths of barn birds
La, we will extemporise a kissy shroud with some subhuman castrant idiot christ whose bodiers of elementary mice use traps for nerds
O, and i shall extend me and heavens girls to statuesques and mummas of ingot heists and dissembling promontories
and, uh, i will compend me and garlanders with swirls whilst routers of dadas crush a pettering loud evening raised from cemeteries
O, weepering eyer tomboys come car-careering holy red boy-girl voces with purplers
and, sss, quickeners of lost toys come scar-revering naked girl-ploys with fascinators and biblers with subbing loves in curlers
and, ooo, daffy draking lake-loins wilt for passions then die.

Uhh This side of a murderous English mind-moon got sailored high by webbings and gossamer bed; O, and jointed sperm-swirlers
come tragically appearing, here and now, on a false flume that forges cardboard theatres from insant red-robes
and, sss, a spectral ole rolling castle-hold that endragons rooms from sauces will hereby expound dizzifiers with tea-seepy mad murdered
body-brain-head-heart
and, sss, the phantastic embolisers with beds in farts come suppering in cwazy harvest; and, sss, me and Lady Pig must kill all masques

Oh and i have over-spermed some drinkless blubber chalice while widdeners in harness enstrand streets of filth come rendering peppers
from some turny turtled blind street that leads some killers effortlessly under whippers with England sheets encrowding bells with lepers
Oh and i have overspermed some chintzy dev decanter with ripplers and quaterers of pig and evil ivories sex-stewed in forced papers; Oh;
and, sss, we shall overspume navellers and misty meshed canes with slavers of proctorates and devil families
and, what with Herods raped, a cool and haplessly haappy times will be cell-spread for bunny cocks and murderous blinded memories

Laa

*
a hidden chemic pulse rides mind-saddled
o forbidden cults
cry for holy taxidermy
and the weepy eye of a feline sky uses salts
to dramify freaks with family

a hideous radio showers birds with noise
o star-riven pulps
scry for fotal face-grubs
and a daffy dum-dum shoots clouds dead.

a rider of soft rain seasons crows with bread
o-la, as wakers of the mind
mill-mason a bricky from a dance must shed
sweetening semen-seeds across
damagers of doctors and crisscuttings

the labile faces of a fast soul wed for beddings
the fatal faces of a vast doll
gets raped aside gourdes where eaten gulls
clasp to a blind nut

as we weave for wastrels then we use gut
to fasten daddy burners to a city of cuts
and, oo, ten zillion vaults hiss for gutters
and, la la, twelve easy colts
cum crashing through love's openers

a jizzy fizzy face-man fondles for cryers
a lazy daisy spaced man fondles for liars
a crazy hazy laced man feels after drivers of
nakedness
.
maulers of phalanxes weed after rowlocks
daughterers of dummy dweebs
dollop grey chiliads aside dolorous sleeves
and a vinyl bell
rings the tocsined funeral flower
and a goofy gun shoots sirens stoned dead

me and my evil gallows get warping spread
bodiers of gusters
me and my devil shadow gets cutting lustres
and a bled boy in a napped noose
car-hang a valley vulture from a fatal clues
.
accidental fearing fire-honey warps truths

*
and these are out trendless mallard days when
nothing much happens but the death of bethlehem
o, a slithered light shines down from the evil stars
and, laid, night grinds towns aside jesus-sea-bend
and a local farthingale routs pummellers of sad gems
and ginners tote bathers
and spinners soap blenchers
and gunners shoot razors
oo a bath in the boughs at sea sirenises dolters of
feverish fangdanglers whose wicked robin stops
a blushy titty of a trickler with
elaborate wanglers of brittlers and broken sky-lips.

once upon a mind, medlers of scrittlers don scripts,
and geesy gaying padres
bum pleasure forces when a rider of a killed snip
gives chiming charming head to babbies and cots
.
and these are our mallard days
and these aree our faceless days
and these are our fractal days where all dreams rock
a blown brain and a neon gun?

tut tut tut tut tutter manses break and gites stop.

 

*
O with a helterskelter chicken made salad under grain
the issuers of vermin vamp heads from pealered rain
O rubbers of lunar pelters sunder eyes with lunar trains
and a rider of Eden grows, just like a baby grows,
and, oo, a weepers, slowed, fuss across ruby clothes,
and the render of the weak
rummages aside doves as a sonar temple, tweaked,
damages tissuers with sleet
and a flooder of frigs fashions deniers from nude heat
and a rizla under ribs
scatters a daddy kaliedescope across a dummy rose.

O with a helterskelter chicken made mallard under rain
the kissers of mod bellers ring ringlets under champagne
and an idle jeep
glows, just like a woman glows; and a razor under sleep
sunders massive merlins with kestrellers and meat-sleep
and, la la, a lonely female radio damages tellies with meat
and, la la, a lovely dovetail hisses for glad cradle-sleep
and a gabbyy damsel
drifts into dreams when a laddy uses infant easels.

O, a spended rector bleats as she brawls after Gods
O, a rended ghost-picker peals skin from dun buds
and a sea of earrings smells of lime altars
and a sea of herrings, shaved, signals easy vaulted
valley mien
and, oo, a sonar eagle quickens to lud noise when
magical magi men silence christs with blood-hens
and a waldron in silence
drags a droppy screen for a rodeo raised from
indelible comic sex-violence

and a dog of stooled spleen cuts a fish-sparrow
and a lord of stools
sends blind streams to fools; and an evil minnow
shaves life's bodice bed-clean
and, la la, as an indian dummy fuses veils to creams
then kickers of pricklers sunder thooming rules.
.
the maddening tar-kissed madams who drool for
english gallowers
come scrying for hallowers and drifters in walls
war after billowers
and a naked nuked heart hums across pink-stalls
and a faker in a puked heart
happens to find a darter of a mindless mirror
and mindlessnesss glows jusy like a bright fart
and endlessness bleeds under porn and pepper
and a lady in blown seed
sucks upon moonies whose parental body-harp
peals nude oboes from musical sky-carps.

ohhh

*
when the word was fired with birds
and name-struck places, spired and flamed,
a lord-about-the-house, with sirens dowsed,
eye who was spider span around the brains;
a soldered soldier, i who was older
then love or Man, was trained to bleed;
crucibles cooked as she birds shook;
this world was mine to lead?

and when my spurs and curves were leaved,
eyes who were sylvan in my tombstoned bones
was both a widow and a meadow
to sires of the moving drones
and as the wires of hell went madly
through red seeds and moulded sun.
crucibles cooked and she birds shook;
this world was all i owned?

now i am no more a trader
to the seers of and their spiralling pews;
a solid man, i who was sailor
must stand back to surface from the news;
a captial lamb with wolverine hands,
time must breach me upon the desert seas;
and crucible and tree bird be preserved

by the deaths of the turning keys.

 

*
Copyright JDB 30/07/2022.

*

 

work-in-progress title: a jumper of pooled aeroplanes internudes
first draft pome then poem-song

 

a jumper of pooled aeroplanes internudes some naked station with dark veins and stained bows
and, with ivies stretched, some easily awakened son appends troves
for galling patrons with dead pie-skeins
and, oo, we shall watch some terrible moon
and, oo, we shall observe some devil of a dune made coded with cicadas and murderous crows

O, as eyers dare not cry, a heaver of angels will swoon
and, sss, descriers under minds intersucks some throat-wounds with doomy damagers of lost roads
and, sss, we shall forevermose lose runed rooms
and scenters of diabolos feeds dense robes to curved cartoons

Uh.

*
a jacker of evil travellers hereby guts lasers; O, with coursed sex stretched, some dealer in sloes will
hereby come sundering families aside papers
O, with faces wretched, an easily confected leper falls to skinned-bits
and, sss, where muds and money become eaten up and up, some draggler of guns enskins coded wills

with pendantive testamental miserly coin-fists
and, sss, where gods and bunnys become riven up and up, some hagglers to moistened hymns will caper
directly after dommy dons and murders
O, with mazes messed, mammy messengers wilt as washed heads burn high

Uh

*
what with gold water coming directly across red rain, a dilator of ferns will send ole pies to fanny breeders
and, sss, eyers will slaugher dying trees while deadeners, fendered, ooze applers from grey spies and killers
O, we will entertain daughters as crying leaves ensmile forcers with elbowers
and, ssss, summery doctors will use loving to sunderise dabblers with lousy crowers

O, we shall abuse some proctor-grains with washy mumma while hushers use cwazy flowers with aged seizures
and, lah, what with outdated video, a serpenting bobby dada must encomic some cosmic hour with red features
La, we shall cum underground as we enstereo carpenting gaga with sweet coners and croners under dead kissers,
and, sss, whence mums dig for sounds then mummy's bed-ridden children must shout while screaming

Uhh wilters with herby verbiage come layering daffy fever with pinning ravens enghosts now sirening killers
Uhh pelters with totty lost lovage come prayer for mazy kits
Uhh watry mods spread lobbies with guns upstairs; O, we shall endelight masses with dazzly ceilings as mitres
appear crouching underneath rubies and buns

O, we shall interfuse warders from maladies and fed rain, and we shall come sleeping for dafflers whose kiters
come, with benny naked porters, into a neuterings of sweet brains
O, we shall interfuse daughters with remedies as bread-grain gets enslicing white loaves with denting TV mikers
and, sss, a peddler with medicated mendicants enbegging for blue money will shorten guys with vented peekers

Lah pled plasterers with damagers and ideal red cunt enravages wards with blank babbly bad boys
La dead plasterers with hankerers and rotators comes spunking for boards as a dirtying defamer under coyes will
hissify me and my model spiker
O, and we will encurtain all bikers with fatal easy riders
O, and we shall enkitchen girl drivers with natalists and saddlers
and, sss, once along a mind-world a pusher of navel-lips carries idolisers to lippy and blushers and mascaras
and, sss, we shall succour glad pompidores and febrile combs

La, encroaches seen aside some whipped fields dry out for some drunken bled dreams; and, sss, eager refiners
come stella-gorging eagerly awaited snapped weals that cry from some lightning bodice atop a cop-hat; O, defilers
hereby sodomise a wickedness of hospices
La, we shall apprehend evil paltroons with desperate wives and venal lost offices,
and, what with windmills drowned, issuers of disperates must connive with bladderers as codal pacers kill revolvers

Uhh The dotted dead ride higher than high
Uhh The slotted bed spy uses lovers for slept-brides; and, sss, what with eaglers aside pistolers, some murder-cobra
will hereby, with mentorisers, ensignal wallopers with grey pictures that soften peedlers with fish zingas
and, oo, we shall come once again into the green Zion of the waterbead
and, oo, we shall come once again unto keen genoas and sweetening modeller's bethlem; and roaches must drop

Uhhh

*
devil menfolks used some pucker lip for kissers and old seasons; O, we have entented purplers with geezer rocks
O, revellers with fish-guns runs slits with cold micklers while,
where once some caddy grooved, hippers for old danglers are easily murdered with ensquinted trackers murder smiles;
and, sss, regifiers with brandy moves get belted
and, sss, pleasurisers with randy slooves interpret house-hounds with leaded aged petrol;

O, diviners of night and day uterise hoopers with heavy shit;
and, sss, once when kickers kicked off gold knickers, brandy-bits coursed from sweat-pipe; and, sss, we shall endial
denuders of junk with blown veins seen under lickers
and, sss, this side of the Ides in Hearts enmumbler
all applers on their sides with stormers of easy finger and gilded nests with termitic cunts days high

Uhh revellers in red-eyed transit enfixes a shitty germer to sweated desktops; and, sss, monks inside ties will arrive
directly across bones where stiff musics playing
Uhh deadeners in bed-sky came shouting for earrings; and, sss, where we send blinds to fists, a veining sealed dive
may well ensnapper bulgy pies with routing wharves
and, sss, i must enter once more again into the mean vein of the water-screen
and, sss, i must enter once more again into de dreamt pain that summons medulas with de seductive sex Medusa

Laaa ideal patients to de dead planets will come eye-drying for routers and destructives; and, oo, god's defenders
hereby appear unchurched; O, we will soften thumbs as moggy faces encutter easy brassic with terminal red drabblers
O, once across my mind, enchanters of even guns appear burnt inside a porn-oven
and, sss, we shall use wine to enmurder godesses with spearmints
and, sss, we shall use vines to enter curvers of lazy giants and queasy babby stoved sweet bints
and, sss, whilst boys turn under men, some imbecile victimnal will enbaby laddy rogues with garlanded bed-pinks

Ahhhh There are some vinegar poultices near; and, sss, we will sink a jonquil leader to pogues and gooy drinks while
encradlers of women in the East come gathering up the hot wet teas, summoners of river-rogues must acede sperm-smiles
across some lemony Eden-Winkler whose penis has no crown
Ahhhh There are some easter-xmas sottos here where a drabbler of a small town gets clouted with daisies while Downs
will come unto some greasy slit-shit world that roasts some birthday bacon for clowners and shouted lazy sea-sounds
Ahhhh There are some cinema voices using tears for bastards?

Ehhhhh? Ripeners on a soft swarm enapples dukes with holy feathers; O, with cocks run down, atarwise howlarounds
enmallows eaters of ghosts with mothering dragglers; and, sss, we shall ovenise rocks while red towns us golded crowds
to enallotment wastrelisers with magical boats that sink deeply down under some Mary Rose ocean-melody
O, and we shall ensirenise pug with manacles and we will use some ceiling soaps to sharpen bed-lamps with memories
Ehhhh? Ripeners on a soft storm engrapples pukes with easy Lovers; O, with boxes striped, owlers under playgrounds
comes enwittering directly across murderisers and enmissioners whose prayerwheels cause heads to unload

Ahhh we will somehow encrowd you with a bottle filled with yellow brut while maddeners in walls come sweeping crowns
directly beneath ravagers of evil dried bandages that engill pig-pillows astride dicky smilers whose engalling reaping mouths
must, with deepening grande mal abysses, sear a laden gravy course with blencherers of diallers and delvers within de south
Ahhh we shall somehow skin-shroud a bottled arse with some weedy fagarette that fastens dolls to islands;
and, sss, once upon a weal-mine, graphic daddy shadows use a sleasy moon for Mass,
and, oo, as eyers ensun some reel-spine with mammy meadowers, graphic hero-hearts enmask all torn tissues with Casks

AHHH MENNN.

*
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 shapers of a castle shed tears
across crenatures where old stalls
celebrate a Son of Pan
and we stride around public ruins
,.,
we have faulty plugs in our hall
ah, our castle is in constant risk of fire
and we must certainly decide
to cremate the dead with sucide
..
i rather like the idea of legal arson
i rather love our local pyromaniac
and the apartments up the stairs
vandalise lifts
and we die, die
huh

codas carry ferine songs unto
their utmost ends
Eggshells shatter whites when men
stop to kill god's friends.

*
figurines found on my windowsills
heap old dust where ornamental ills
sweep a lost house clean
and the riders of the dead see dreams
dreaming after sad bad screens

the saviours of the sun fuck up
the miracles of angels
the sailors of the moon cut up
saggy tits
and an exposed wet cunt shuts
all sexed doors

we will see arise the moon of
dead boys whose penises
are always bloody hanged...

figurines fould in my front-room
shatter old glass
and a sea of casts show vast
bodies to

people who live in sheltered homes
and because a room with a view
fellows the dead past,
a bone of sudden sadness will
move dead men to tears... KILLED,
we ride into rain...

i saw the eye of earth and liked it,
i saw my mind made up from lit
deadened eyes,
and the world awoke dirty lips
..
the vastness of my old home had
several billion bloody walls.
Because we appear homeless, mad boys
may well beg for money
and a cast of billions scatter money
and a sea of diamonds
hires cabs for families

*
these sad days when the cock on my shoulder
damages all of my old body
sense hastens to dam me with a bloody baby
and eyes sunder vision
and ears may well listen
ah when i go to sleep
ah as i fail to weep, then i will abuse
golden gods on television

these mad days when the cock on my mind
summons impossible chanticleer
man hisses but hears no cock-crow
o a women with no hair hears a lost bow
shooting endless arrows into crime

these sad days when the clock on a rotor
jams TVs with rainbows
eyes come up from old streams
and tears will flow from sightless eyes
..
because i am dead as passion's drum
because i am abed with death
i may well choose to arise from lungs

.. winos outelbow faiths as old guns
shoot lions dead

*
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.

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

*
triptofan in the vein will skull the mogadonned
deaths of the dead and the bloods their oils benite
from the nerves of the mind and the darkness stormed
from the sun's fled pulse -. the curvings of the brain
will thieve from the soul the pirouhetting curse
of a menstrual moan gone deadened with the vain
purse of the sick in the throats of the coiled
scum in this pulse and the spade-spine drawn
from out the dusk-musk of the husks men spit
from tomato waste and the purees of cosined
roped seas.. oh the source of these mammaries sliced
from the surfs of the seas will slacken with diced
dicks, when maimed flow the fountained scars
of these torn-off moons and the pratts foreseen
by severed fears. the coins of groins unsewn
must rap from crap the crapulence of bone?

*
"The rearend boys, with candlers raging,
Dare not mount a gal-horse without grieving?"

*

 

Copyright 31/07/2022.

 

*

work-in-progress title: the burthens easily made from tangerine lives
first draft pome then poem-song

 

the burthens easily made from tangerine lives and madam sea-skulls hereby send dolts to green heaven
O, whence fathers raid guns, a summery sea of hands comes bouncing on seed-waves
and, sss, we will enwither a usuary of silks to entertain glander with flouncing body-braids; and, oo, Eden
hereby will, with tawny arms played, directly appear ragged as rain pigs

O, whence mammas raid sunners, some sonar torn disease must, with eyes raging, entertain beds with treason;
and, sss, we will succour deaths from gun-solar as diseasers, tusked, enspies defamers with eggmen in season;
Ah, we shall enfight the leadeners of drums with shouters of de cocks and de prince of kids
Lahh- and, what with windmills lost, etheric weepy silky pudding-wheat hisses for kinkers with babies

Uhh

*

These are the eddying world-words that i gave to you when born: o, whence faces crisscross, some shudderer of potato
will, with bleedered rotted angels come feeding hens to tomatoes must hereby enswallows lynchers with muddlers inside oats
O, once across a bald time, messengers to ceilings intergem some city horse with red pillows; and, sss, what with radio boats
coming, whence bled throats cross, enriver blue dealings with gin deitiers whose riveners hiss after blood-ice

O, eyers, pinned, get enboated with Loss while some buddery bin-definer slashes bled walls with fathers and mud-mice
and, sss, once along some story-grid, a superb abuser of buggery forces starry veins to enstall piglets with naked juice-christs
and, with even evenings come fatally back home, a beaker with sauces enmarry trains to blue halls
sss, firers with venal bodies appear to lunar-stun sonar widowers with hearses

La

*
These are our malady days that river-train eaters of rams with xmas-easter deities; O, whence boats cross, a germ inside lights
will encabin eager eaten drays with feather-reapers
O, we will ensunder some grey graves with pepper-peepers and nursery angels will, with families raised, encoffin eggs with spiked
smitted beery whiskey-rites; and, sss, what with peoples with sand come murdering pharoahs with graves, swivelling frigs will ignite

dizzy dirtyers of venal boys with their historic master's toys
and, sss, a wizard inside killers enkids hair with bubonics whilst whistlers with antlers enjuice wickedness with felicities and murder
O, we shall search for a brand new city; and, lo, we will fuse drawls to pickers of cinema
and, lo, kinematics enape serpenters with islands, losers with fools come ensnippered get washed down then feed to petrol killers

Uhh; and banal bulbous camals with all dromedary egits played intersee now the utmost back of a drowner with zingers led to lickers
Uhh; and renal vulva must hush for sweetie shingle whilst a drawlering town-crowd cums huffing sirens from geigers and bread-biters
and, sss, we shall ignite mush with warders and, oo, weevilers of shawlering mouths get cuffing for grey pans,
and, oo, weird wild pyjama boys enveigal dust with dazzling ivory shrillers

La.

Disembodiers of pure fire come haltering after some blue rhubarb channel; and, sss, whence farters cross shit with brines, elderly boys
hereby engun, with rittlers of mums enburying zingas with guzzy guzzlers, star red fists come chanting voces with lipids and greying joys
oo, once across pegs, a nataliser, fled from cherryings, gassered after bummy bounders with cunting voices come bunking aged red coyes
and, sss, i will espy a griever now whose fonted veins for killings enlaughters dummy crowners with punking watches
o-la, once across a sensorite, a gatherer of pointed ferrules enjackals sweet mammas with droughters of kinkings and burblered grey crotches

oo, once across sheds, a dirtying free allotment got jacked aside costly wastegrounds
oo, once across beds, a flirtying seedy garden-splint father-appraises guzzly fruities with sweet potato and the greeny sides in lost towns
and, sss, eyers must strap shirts across angelic seamen who pay constant holy sea-trips to glades and the youngman's missions; O, voces
have become, where once rats spurt, as peasily as devil-in-shades
and, oo, we shall extend drunks to hurt and we shall sermonise scathes

Uhh There are cheery chappy candy demanders near that demand dolly lit from a steepler of vines and wine-snails; O, we use voices to
encandle our most devoted tory babby with commanders of rats; O, we shall enter some ripener of tines into helio-vales as grunging faces
hereby split a carmine shroud and, sss, ashen flaxen bonfires in plaits userise a greying papper with stoners of hostel-grails
and, O-La, i shall enter once again into the green Zion of the waterbead and the lynchy child of deaths and Genoa's keen Bethlehem
Uhh There are cheevy palming cheerio men whose deniers of fatalities entunnel codas with stoolers

and, sss, once upon a dead wife, wiffllers, cock-rented, became easily meadowed with giant veins and bell-palmed strippers
and, sss, where guns enbullet brides, hissifers, rock-feinted, became dizzily engallowed with soft brains and cellaring navel-ricklers
and, sss, once upon a dead christ, hitlers, cot-painted will spiralise sweetening girl-pillows to car-crop easy riders with bikes murdered
eternally and now and forever; Uh, we shall sphincter spill limies directly across world-swallows with nebulas and focal mutter-scrubbage

sssss. The cheevy cheerio of a palmed boy in a keen cannary's maze-cage appears enbudgied with cheering body-mecca; and, oo, caves
hereby come meandering around a whippy boy whose figgy extremeties cum hootling gem-burials with paunchers using delvas from caged
juke-boxies; O, once across wastelanders, some drippy dizzy foal-child gets Mars-masted as a navel witness came chewing idealisers; Oh, rage
becomes eagerly junted with wandering handlers
sssss. The cheevy cheerio of a farmed palmister goes back homeward where dabblers in Major Arcanas uses fists for radio and Digital TV mouthers
and, O, we shall fight the utmost furtling until rubicund ruby samphires get easily dug from a lesbotic poo-ocean mangler

Lahhh Whence washying febrile februs comes encanting some oval ovoid dashers with dashboards and enspiderings, a canon in a freezer
star-forces easily feminised evil red crust deeply down underneath blue-burstive ova; and, sss, a wallowe under beadings run across Demeter while
easily made-up from mandrin beds and the sweetly drowned; and, sss, entigers of vulva have to enlissom deadeners with yellowing greasy doll-bile
Lahhh And, sss, once across dregs, we will got gathering up the teas in some sharpner of labs whose scissory sand-man soaked muds under smiles
and, ooo, whence murm'ring Los comes enchanting darjeelings, red bees under mum sink a bloater of a kiss-thumb within cakers and wide dials
Uhh, and the wided chins of redoublers sky-found this aged minted midafternoon cum swallowing razors

and, oo, when greying county-sleepers ennude some fractal model open-car, a dangler beneath a slit gets to grow, just like a dead child grows; Ohm.
moisteners of easing country-peekers enscrew some nodal odler of satin-star; and, sss, we shall execute deaths with pomaders and odes to vermin
Uhhhh. Whence disjointers of heavenly genius Joyce-fed starry guise, a peddler of islands will enNile all fun deaths till bulrushes brush funferals with
oglers of entissuers with balded Kaplan boot made-up from holy guides; and, sss, all we get is sympathetic lies that grind sinus down to ducked pig
and, sss, where once signum fades, then heapers of madmoiselles ennude all watchers of walls with disperate dives and angellic pussy pledder fish-frig

Oh-Ho!! What now for de scuttery swinghatch that clangs tinned teeth underneath red curd: Ow-Yah! what now for dromedaries and acid ice-riggs
O, Uh, the ancient bastardisers of buttery wing-rap enscans all ATMs with satan-studio visa-hens whose acrid credit-theft creams and creams. Oh, lips
hereby sunderise some soapy moany jarry fizzler with cannaries of radiographies and cellves slunk under boozy remitted fatal face-screens
Lahh.. Somebody whose dooby finnegan spindlers enbrute a buppy butterfly boy with weepy teasmen got enwindowed with x-rated webby indignations
Lahh...Some sort of clues encrucify the vectral banderer of a boppy mother-slide will surely enhooter skirty panty-pulers with bastards led to insignations;
and, oo, weevilers with ground ties grown cuttler after vinegar bruisers

Lahhhhh.

*
and we will put love's hair in bows as we ram a diary down
across a pistol-town
and we shall sermonise the wickedness of torn sides: sound
rocks a poet's lungs
and, oo, as a painted fever dons quick-silver
then doomy deadeners, slivered, plug scissor-readers

and we will summon sickeners from navy blue watchers
and we will summon wipers from hot cold burners
and a bleeded guise
must blow arms wide where a candler leaps from eyes
and if at once maid alice
drops inside my time, then a weepy wynder will arise
from darters

Oh a focal fotus in a stream gets broiled under metal
Oh a fatal penis gets glans-gutted
and a fevering harness, scanned, drops rain aside a
medallion of blurred canny cheeses
and, la la, chicken creators shut veins within fleeces

uh

*
this fast crisscrossing mad earth gives dirt-head to strangers
o masked blitherers, sad, grasp legs
and a modem in a bad dream connects vice to a ledge
and a massive spine-attack
drivels after heart-beacons
la la, a kosher candler sinks birthdays into vines; O, dread
comes crashing through life's frontdoor
and a lady leaper layers balms with whores
and, oo, as mazy leopards stir kids under wards then bread
wil get queasily succoured with ruby bed-spreads

and we will put cloves in a cat's loved fur: and odes to lead
will most certainly feed decrials to nodes
and a puller of plumers bell-sells cathedrals to toads: legs
come delimiting pure fire
o a laden latent man-fire abuses dirt as skirted sea-pegs
scatter bones across dummy tyres
and, laden with loss, lenders of birds to pyres dreams of
pitters of pugs and sun-glossed

mad mental criers; and oafish eyers glow as faces rock
romantic granite statues with odlers of demure star-cock

*
a clamorous petrifier of the old and slain sail for herons
a treacherous evil flyer
sends dirt to street-sleep; and whining snakes use syphons
to crow across a mire

and a dangerous dream-child uses death for munitions
and a dabber inside a file comes shooting up: gold missions
lead dragoners to mind-style

and a dada of a flying red flower abolishes sex with ribbons
o once upon a sweet mind, jazzy dressers get stolen from
meat-seekers

under a lady moon, madam macadam seizes yanks from demons
underneath dunes, madam macadam sizes
a fat-bedded whisperer whose heated clothes taunt crisis

*

sometimes you hear, ninth hand, that god gave in to girls
sometimes you hear, from pans, that cooks bake
a banana rodeo sex-republic from rats and dirty drakes
oo as we hear hitler cut off both god's ears
then we sunder after slutters of clothed blood-tears
sometimes, denied, rat strangler cups bats inside draped
swaggery molten curtains;
and we weep as we ride across pullers of reddeners
and we shovel dicks aside de crushed crisscrossed
delver of henna and sweet-smelling flavoured snakes

we snaffle- a daddy in a cage craps across drakes
we cuddle - a daddy on de stage craps as he breaks
adown in a tangerine town
and learned losell men cum curating christs from lies
and learned lolly men cum creating mice from lives
and a marrier of metals supper for ghosts as eyes
slumber for sunderers of haloic bowed blowflies
and a city afternoon chants de mazy mantra
and a mazy summer room gets smashed aside Mana
and a crazy sea of dunes gets
car-coupled to body blasts and instantaneous Mamma.

high cliffs inside veined vaults snip a sprig as bone rips
a chapeller of blue stained penis salts
ahh, looped, a boned belt fastens spheres to tips
and, sailing high, a draggler of ravens shaves smooth-lip
..

 

*

kodachrome nips poppy-saps
coded foam folds dunny gals inside sweet clap
and a burst of braille
dictates pleasure to a blind girl's sails
and a veil of fans
flashes fanny into a bedazzled sea-glans
and horses on the crap
dig stallion seed underneath mared caps
and we dig red bunny
and we fix false mummy
..
the faceless jacker of de jackal's tummy
tunnels into shredded biscuit moneys
sss when a badgered blown bed heaps sand
ss when a damager of stone dregs
shoot pinenuts from a ridge
i shall poke my bony finger at a city's head
and hindermost candy
clarifies Madam Bundy
and a stroke of arms charms a spread palm
and i take needs on holiday..

uu the slease bait of a magic sex mine
digs deep for dairy gold
uu while very well built, we held minds
beneath brawls where idiot canisters climbed
such sad trees sex climbed
and a buttery binary bomb shoots stays with
kiddy thunder-tracts
and a tiddler of a cat copulates with swum pigs
and the slease bait of a magic sex wynd
whips a stockinged dilly brandy swine
,,
once upon a doll, i ate my grey buttock when
idiot chained floes
fed a faceless crow to lunar ploys of sex-wrens
and aces of snapped floes
raise a riven romancer from white troves
.....
idioms of lady laughter swipe ticks from loaves
aah ah
, romancers of robbed radios slice brogues
and a sky of paints
pads like a molten mumma
and a demons boom along girls' fishy fields
and blueberry hills
anoint napes with chiller cherries
and anointers of drills delve deep for wheels
..
ah O o-la!!!
creations has to knot its monkey
ah O o-La!!!
dilation has to shop blind honey
ah O o-la -la
unn..

*

Cloning sex riders will stone a bad fast boy,
O, under a kelpie, we will whip toys with
Mascara and rainbows
Sssss under a shroud sail, men and figgy kids
Suck skirts from quince,
And, laden, a severing sea squint slays slashed pigs
O.
Cloning sex drivers will stone a bad glue-crib,
And, la, as eerie earth men deride
Waxed hands and shorn screwed kids,
Then grinding gashed spades will rise
From out colostomies, agers, and cold disguise
,,
. 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
.
.. ahhh men...
de-seat is spind

*
"Poetry & Science are much the same:
The dichotomy is the Void between."

*
Copyright JDB 03/08/2022.

 *

 

work-in-progress title: The beery glassers aside tipsy lime-girls
first draft poem then poem-song

 

The beery glassers aside tipsy lime-girls hereby lagerise some shriller of pockets with ginners and blood-vines
O, with faces crossed, some fantasizer with twixed thumbs reaped digs for lockets while dragging lakes for minds
and, sss, where daffies stop, some itemiser of twiny cum-drums must devilise nude stations with definers of tines
O, we will entertain all cool noise with calamaties while hectring burst buttons oceanise natrons with flava; and, inspined,
some drearily homed and dreadful child hisses under smiles

O, we will entertain all cruel boys with chemistry as turgid sex-diallers accuse latherers of interstinking labia with dead wine
and, sss, where maddies stop
dead, a stanchion of pure slop will enrot a bubbler of a penis deacon with gassed wives and hairnets with red rain;
La a bodying Mona Leesa gets glutted as fish-rot enthunders everything
and, Uh, i will ooze for my Leda whilst de Thames comes shuddering then raping rings

and cantoners of dirty dervishers enmice me and my chicky child with modern salt madams and eerie Erie cold swing

O-La

*
The cheery cherried chintiness that enters inglenooks under spires will hereby star-teeter after keen Mums and green Father
O, where once crowds oozed mess, a dilator with rooks enthunders fires with cables and murder
O, and we will denounce mouths with giddy gyrators whose fannying mires get wishy-ashy with verminers and killer bakers
and, sss, what with gold-gems kissed, a pusher of sweet failures hereby adheres bunnies to seizures while pepileptic butchers
become, with cold pigs penned, givers of makers to meteors and families

and, sss, we shall kid-cement diners to livid shakers of daddiers and rainbowing blood memories
O, where once crowds oozed mesh, a dilator of doggy missionaries will come tunnelling for murderers and lost melodies
and, sss, i shall evidently enmadden Sesh wuth Horus whilst a dizzy shamanic sea-fete worships weird Egptian beer; O, factories
may well enmeadow the veins of de Mad?
Uh, we shall ensoap all drains and we shall encrab all madam brides

La

*
There are, near some old Nile, a summery signal season that layers nooks with nests; O, where once beads burn, a sea of nanneries
must eternally become, with drollers under seagulls, enboning flavours with bone-breasts; O, where once seeds burn, wintry maladies
will, with tremurs made cold, enschism a balded mask-gull with razors and queeny quests;
and, sss, we shall enter in through a false door
and, sss, we shall summon sin from cars and dead whores

and, ooo, once across a loud smile, me and madam macadam came chanting de venal mantrum of renal gobs and vestal virgin dromedaries
and, whereby a naked drabbler moved miles, streeted chasms in veins will enwhisper some ear-box with xmas-god while defaming grannaries
get eerily confuted with summery snails with weepers on de sweet rise
oo, here where eyers erode ships with stools, a painted lilting spy derides engaoling wives that sunderise milkers with tawny buddha-bedtrees
and catters with crackling tails must enveil the eager mind-sick with diamates and enraving eyes

Laa

*
there are some insidious baker boymen here that entertain dune-domes with venal rain; O, whilst hands stop, some green theatre with bees
come rectally draggling rapers for chicken; and, sss, we shall enter bircher groans across grain whilst rotted sirens enscreen bleeded trees
O, weepers with hurtlered peepers come fagging heads from drawl must cognitize gravy trains with some slotted radio dream; and cities
must enwingle some livid inglenook with beery beds and suns enshawled by whippers of davy veins

and, sss, skittering cafe-gods will enter into the green Zion of the waterbead
and, sss, peltering cafe-gob will entertain massy dreamed Genoa and her daughtery mind-sleeve
and, lo, as cock-men stink, godessa must easily sweep screens directly across furs and comatose disease
and, lo, some dippy dolly shrink will hedonise wifelings and screams; and dead men writhe and bled gents heave as bald feet kill babbies

Uh.

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avenues of pure fire got fragmentised by carmino theatre-lies; and, oo, whence madams eat sand, a threnody of leaves kisses buds and hollies
O, we shall blood some pinks with pies as puddy croissant enrams a reddener of Eve-Adams with rectoring murder-wind;
and, sss, i have seen baby kinkers come spying across droolers while famishers of dweeb-Eden engrids petalling murder-minge
and, O, i will forever dream of pinchers whose leaden scar-Cross has me enseated beside sirens
and, O, i shall forever scheme for lynchers
and, Om, i shall eternally ream whores with a bendying buzzling penis-picture

and, sss, once along red malady, easers of de pig fuses murdering harness-dentures get glutted by starmen and bitter bitten lady-scrolls
and, whence once suns feed diaries, a doggering puss tie appears faggy defended by sodden cigarellos and naked buttery bobby-brawls
and, O, once along guns, we will store thumbs inside nude ovens as peddlers of resigning leaden town-pillows
become enhardening mirror-seeds with blinders and heavenly deafening pissers
and, sss, as ochres of mother steeds clasp blue titties in defective hands, warreners of despisers will constrain champagne under awls

Uh The divering washed model wigwams of an evil former anti-Indian mind-stormer comes dodging mists with claycold ruby stalls
Uh The devisors with motel bed-bums internuke some angeller with Asiatic fever; and, sss, we shall supper with drips while lost balls
get enblinding burners of hotel-farmers with hostelries stella-fingered with ashen pifflers and fists
Uh The rivering mashy sea-skulls that attend to calamity and moony kissers hiss as all headbones pisss on malls
and, oo, i have seen the ochres of a lemon skin come gal-mauling a fissure with pearled gas-walls

La La Blahh de baa baa. And the salt sockets under spind lungs encave scissor strippers with deflamers and sodden wives under rawls
La La Blahh de baa baa. And the vault-cockers under swung bum enraids prison pettlers with defamers and sullen brides under shawls
O, a matrial axis with active axons come radiofying Mummas will hereby enblade prism-decklers with aisles and swollen bridal pearls will
become now, with pissers with plumed plaits crying, intermule hills with sweet lies
and, oo, whence spiralled kids enspume ratters with bridlings, esoteric fig will tauten wifflers with buzzy breaks where bats breakdown
and, sss, cunters of evilers must sphincter-fued for cuddlers of eccentric ribs

and, sss, ribaldry menkine come ensoaking petrels with sisterers to some concentric squid seen ententicling scissor-baby with seatowns#
and, sss, ribaldries of girl-grime cum ensouping steeples with misterers of gunny electric frig
and, ssss, riflers with pearl-pine strum encooping eagles with sirenisers of gummy confective pyre-prigs
O-La O-La There are bodying mad stories to be intertold by gammy gum-guides and the liars in the movies; and, oo, sweet twig-rain
come outelbowelling cravers with enbunking softening sky-foals that ensphincter tawdy toddled-squires with buggers and devil sea-skeins
and, sss, heaperisers with all-house DVD burnt off coat up some butter-vole with stinklers of inglers and puddy palavars,
and, sss, weddeners with stall-groused salted sea VD drapes a wicked wet-dream across pissers with islands abusing blood with toy cigars
and, sss, whipplers with wallers come wailing for bees hereby spunk-strap melodious boss-crappers with interfusing Gobblers

and when once dafteners affix fuellers to raging ward-pee encunters all elderly bittered men with fucklers and defamers fed to rope-razors
and, sss, as gabblers enmason transfixers with raving ward-scree, all elderberried slitter men with trucklers and bodies burnt at sea; and
pleasurers with some weird form of a cocking horse hedonise the purplers of shitterers with fista mucklers and babies fed off trees;

Uhhhh whence shrilllers spind in a fast sea-skin comes berating honeys with daublers and drips, fascinators, rammed, maul killed screes
and, uh, what with crandlers on the rise easing spun scum into fat braids and warblers rivery slickers drink to dog-drammed iller dweebs
and, sss, a waverer with choc-parts enamour earring mugs with maundlers, easy devoters to eagerly awoken pinks loosen up for sleeves
and bodifying burner-craft enshrapnels grey la'mour will enkitchen madders with queasy revokers of honey-valves and sweating stone-leaves
and, sss, we shall gather up the teas when we reel inside the East
and, la la, whence gals ravel under teasers, we shall ravenise de Beast with chanters of blue bridlers and monkey-mouths that enissue weed
with a veritable blouser of fingerers whose riddlers cum encircusing feasts with lamers of fluid tauteners
Uhh and whence a doggy puppy crowd ensirens lungs with sin-circling fleecers, murderers of mermen enclone cyclones with cauterisers

Lahhhh These are the mental oaths of some demure and decorous pealer-child that enmussels god's vermin with bladers and shrilling riders
Lahhhh These are the penile roses we ensun some weirdo of a cocklerhorse with baited castes and holy verve-swings
and, sss, a cascader with red mind-closes strum some zero bod with heroing moggy vented masts where some crafted Venus sings to Pilers
and, oo, pilates toy-friends hereby hooterise some daffodil of a fig with affixed bummy scented masks that clad bud aside Venus under bikers

Uhhh

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ooh shuddering shutter men slide a masted head across
a powderer of kids in crocks
and, ah, when once pigs swill cops then easy loss must
shiver; and a limey mind-ochre finds teethers where dust
gets hurled behind revolvers
and men and kids with bathed dissolvers
must sunder cocks with dream-drivers
oo a scudder under gems scatter soap aside grey lust

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 dec