UNFINISHED SONGS 

Ohm, as I entertain sex life and champagne

Then flown foamed sprites will rain

Upside down

Ohm- 

As I cut wet brut then a river in my brain

Drags beers where sound

Dreams of a draggled town

La-. 

As lady in a loom will spin clouds when

Whored villas cry for drunken hens

then a babe inside the dark must send

Fowled feathers where shrouds

Drag waxed sails

Ahh. 

Where dazzling dollies drink dales

Then cupped veiled cities sex nail

Dogs and midnights

And, la, as a bright sprite tells tales

Then blown bridal bites

Must suffer swarms and mikes

Ohh. 

Uhh

I am the side of God…

Eyes run dry as fatal God hears brides

Draining Love

And when once blind pictures ply

Ribs and rods

Then bad maned sods will cut

Lifeless drugs

Sss.

 

Tawny razing gobs suck sluts

And wormy swathed sods will buck

Lungs and ducts

, ehh?

 

END 

*

And I will father moondust

O, as entrancing star dust hears hot lovers

Dreaming lust

Then I will father moonmusk

                Uh.

 

 A torn table slides where mad mothers

Melt like blue cars

And eager eaten mirrors hear lust

Come driving where dust

Darkens rode cigars

                Uh.

 

I have seen you in the moon and I

Have driven with eyes, and nude slides

Will broadcast wide blue heaven

 UHH. 

A bad baby in a void will summon

Veined cots

And, o, as a sea of clocks

Sears rocked rocks

Then blenched cradled loss

Suffers saviours

Sss. 

A bed in a tree hires locked

Idled dives

A source in a sea sees cocks

Raiding spines

And bled blue minds

Suck scored shrilled knives

                Ahhh. 

                And I have seen the rain

Sundering flowering darkness

And I have entertained

Sundering daggering sea messed

Lunged loosed harnessers

And, lo, 

As daring darted darlings dress

Heads and heels

Then dyed dolls will deal

Strung harped hills

                                Aha hah

Bled beads break ….

Fed bees shake…

Ehh 

END

 *

As an empty sunrise raises wed

Wept stars

Then endless scented lenses wed

Dead sex hards

And, lo, when once a tree of death

Drags wet cars

Then daggering sex scars see death

Sucking salt theft

O. 

I am rivered by decks as breath

Binds beds with meadows

                Sss. 

In the fatal name of Pan, I am

You and your fatal Man, and clans

Suffer gulls and rainbows

                Uhh. 

Vast ghosts in Heaven hear hands

Healing veins where crows

Cut a shaved season, and souls

Crash

Down, down,

And killer seas seize a clown

,                               ooo.

 

                Gilded golden sound

                Summons wastegrounds

And scissoring scratchmen surround

Bells and stuffed celled men

And we are cemented where sin

Famishes fallen salt towns

                                                Ohm. 

A gelling neon city hires guns as

A thrilling shot lady hires gas

And bladed bruised beds will

Clasp wise woollen surgeons

                                -

And red crows feign ill-

..

*

As a withering flown flower feels for

Fast fingers

Then a sizzling spread bower builds for

Vast mirrors

And ideal husbands, made from war

Will inject whores with scissors

And I flush a river down a hose

Ahh.

 

Baited fishman cries for a false rose

La, when once pigs dig an oinked robe

Then cracked dogs will hire

Canine fields where a farm of spires

Rises like a star

Ssss

 

As a withering woven sea of claws

Cuts a flamed sex door

Then pushing pealed pores score

Heads and herons

 

Hahh can a river ask for more?

 ...

 

*

 

I am going, and I am glowing 

O, when once a country show is snowing 

Then old odd bands will 

Summon up a face where fairground thrills

 

Rend drums from

 

Bright rivers

 

Sss,.

 

 

 

I am gone, and we will hear loving

 

Doffing caps where stalls sell wowing

 

Chips and pigs

 

Ssss.

 

 

 

The Saturday sun rises when suns

 

Serve cake to keen children

 

O, as a fayre inside a dream guns

 

Angelic kids and waters

 

Then ices slice dogs from thrummed

 

Punchinellos

 

Uhh.

 

 

 

I am going, and tents are showing

 

Guinea pigs and fowls

 

And I will serenade a dilly flowing

 

Empire of shies and loud

 

Brass

 

Ssss.

 

 

 

God is gone home…

 

Senile dads buy scones, and I will

 

Serenade a noonday sonata

 

Where dolls and babies bill

 

Judy and a whale.

 

,,

 

*

 

The smell of the trees is hidden where sea

 

Dies

 

 

 

O, a city in a leaf finds vales where bees

 

Ride for

 

Salt hives

 

 

 

Ssss when once puled pigmen drag eyes

 

Then fled faceless skies

 

Will fall

 

Ssss.

 

 

 

The swelling in dreams hears hot keys

 

Turning doors from ash

 

And vast fast rivers will dam

 

lashes, and sexy senseless brigands see

 

darting darlings

 

drowning docks in hirelings

 

ssss.

 

 

 

I serenade the face of God….

 

Sex serenades a wasted Lord, and when

 

Coded killer dreams

 

Drool and drown

 

Then axed laces tie shoes with

 

Vast badinage

 

Uh-.

 

 

 

Vamping kissers cry…

 

Formless fathers fly, and wasps will

 

Sting veins with tied

 

Blithe biblers, and bad bled spines

 

Crash.

 

 

 

*

 

Inside this blithe and bibled summer, a city in thunder

 

Drags fists for rain

 

Sss outside the world, a blithe and bibled mother

 

Sweats for Spain

 

Uhh.

 

 

 

I will suffer loss as a tear inside a cross cuts veins

 

And, o, as a bright cusp cracks

 

Then foamed droned night hears wet macs

 

Donning dilly whores

 

Ahh-.

 

 

 

Found reeling, a sea inside a ceiling stores

 

Bees and wasps

 

And pleasurable horses hear sex moss

 

Come picking wild pickles

 

Ssss.

 

 

 

Eyes will gasp for blind hair…

 

Cries will cast visions where hot prayer

 

Weds hymns to trickled

 

Caned candles,

 

And there is a candle in the thighs

 

O.

 

Laaaa

 

 

 

Coded coda skin suffers dreamt dives

 

And hirsute sins will writhe-..

 

                Oooo

 

                Ill hilltops climb skies

 

 -,,,

      
   
      
     
     

      
    

....

UNKIND?

 

as men are shot then women rot
o-  my head swirls as children cut
eyes and fists
 ah

 

cold men get shot as men are
cut from veins and kissed
sex shops
and soapy saviours suck hot
careering sexslop
  La.

 

as men must rot then kids slot
coins in penile cars
and my body blinds me as cots
cry for dead Mars
 
 A sea of skies slices hot
canny furs
and cats kiss crags
and men and foes feed curved
sexdrag
 luh-luh

 

A whore on a roof snaps stags
and menfolk dream of
fallowing felines
and me and love sleep for
god and canines

 

  And i am given to god as
God collides with war
and we must put an end to war.
- as eyelids close, then a blind claw
cuts cunts and sexwar
  o.

 

I will see men swim the sun. and
kids will clutch chicks
and men must shoot chickens
and goatmen must kiss lichen
 .
   as hot streets end then
blue rags go down on five seasons
and ladies lead loss to a town as women
feed lips to glossing gold children
  o

 

 My God will run dry
 My Lord will not cry
and angelling apes eat dating lives
and me and mass meld with knives
 And low are the teacher's knives
   
i race for razoring riders as cold lives
lead cunts to lizardmen
and ghosts grasp grass as glad wives
slide
slide
slide
home, where once the moon dazzles
milky eyes.
and animas run for sexdrives as
wasps weave woollen beehived arsed
hilltoppling wed skies
   Lies lay land
   Land lays cannes
and snaking lakes talk for incarnate
beads
and beads break up as bees sting
racing sexsleeves
   Ahh.

 

 a mind must end, o   a sea of suds will
feed hairs to public rainbowed
healing sexkilled dogdreams
 And i am dogdayed as fish spill
caverning bluecastles, and salt sex fills
necklaces
  timbering rivers raid roman fields
eyes sight meadows
snappering sexwidows widen up where once
sexmeal slices soapy dun widows
and i am bled -.

 

  O, massive men feel for runts
and wagging beards weave wovles from cunt
   Laahah
  Baby rubies don babies
  Lady Mummy dons rubies
and hot cavers kill razors
   And hollowed men are
stuffed with straw
and we are the hollowed men.
   , A beast in a blow binds
sidling strawlamps-
   I am led to lays as riven crimes
smell of seizing sexholly.
    Bad sexfolks cut timed
scissoring sexsulllied carved lamps
   Uh-Uh-Uh
    wizard wind weeps for wan
crocusfevers
and me and mindfolk feed faces to sliding cheek scissored
thighs
 deep with the dead lie London's daughters
 deep with the daft lies God's cityslaughterers
and a prison in a pole peals pearls
and a forest in a soul scatters shit at pearled swirled
spiralling blue brothers
..   La bells are bedded in girls
    Old LA swings for worlds
and wasping witherers wend West,
     
   The sun in a vest veers from cold
curing sexdeath
    A rizla smokes the old
    A snuff film sucks old
sexdeaths
and movies smell of sickles as suckering sad souls
roll,
roll
roll
   HOME.
   I smell like a memory
   for i am memory'
   Islands break
    Home feeds a family
  and i send a family
   skyward
    Minds melt money
    coins melt honey
and sexy saviours feed faces to hot fading funny
plumed stone
  oo i should slash and burn a tree of rabies
as fluke smells of lust then sewering sperm assaults ladied
smelling stone
and a creature in a navel rides to sleep as babying ladies
lick a sun's sold sloane
    And i will forgive God as God's gob
crashes
down
down
down -
a levy goes high
a soft soul slides
sexward
  EHHH
  My bus is baked in glass
  My lust is rode for gas
  My cock is rolled in grass
   EHH
    Giddying goddess has
a son for a sea of hash
and i smoke a sea of ashen
screaming sex masks, and seamen suck missions
 ` o I will burn yon mission as Titian
sprays paint at a blind tree
    ,
  A bird in a book treads words
adown
adown
down
   Luh--

 

*

THE BRONTES WERE
BIBLIOPHILES...
 
here come the solemn brontes
we always watched them come
and their mad eyes always glared
and they read 'Bibliobus'.
 
This state is unkind, do not read my mind
This state is unkind, do not think again
No time to fear the mortal sun
No time to watch the falling rain
This state is unkind, do not think again
The madness of sin strangles with pain
The softness of lies and deaths hereafter
Injected with stars, this city of shame
Sodomises fields, filled with grain.
 
The brontes were bibliophiles
The brontes were bibliophiles
I saw the gorgons standing where
The classroom screamed with laughter.
 
Driver, touch this steering-wheel
Driver, touch this steering-wheel
Do not taunt nor steal
Do not taunt nor steal
I saw the classroom scream with laughter
The son of man lies half-stoned where
Mankind takes a long vacation
And characters of sand lie near
The glassy eyes of the staffroom.
 
The green-line bus calls us
The green-line bus calls us
The Brontes were bibliophiles
Their students read Escalier
I saw death's classroom scream with laughter.
 
The mind awoke, with a shake,
And taunted death then strangled pain
I see there is a rolex-drink
Worn on the wrists of mad children
And children have no thoughts
And their teachers are insane
Waiting for the brain-drain.
 
The brontes were bibliophiles
Their students read Escalier
I saw the gorgons standing where
The classroom screamed with laughter
The mind is just too goddamn good
The mind is just too goddamn good
The brontes were bibliophiles
James Joyce lived in a Martello Tower.
 
This state is unkind, do not read my mind
This state is unkind, do not think again
I'll never see into the eyes of the insane
I'll never see into the eyes of the arcane
The brontes were bibliophiles
Students read Escalier
I saw the classroom scream with laughter
Do not read my mind - instead, kill me.
 
 
*
EV'RYBODY TURNED THE LIGHT DOWN

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

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

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

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

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

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

If your teachers are stupid
Please lie for your children
Ophelia mourns petrol.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Boards must break
Beds benite
The penises of the hollow moon.

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

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

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

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

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

Stockholm means bastard
Children live for zero
Scissors and knives lie in Germany.
This meagre food for souls forgot
Will shadow wrought iron.

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

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

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

 

* 

STAPLE-GUN...

I have always washed my hands
(Adolf Hitler, you had clamydia?)

 

*

TAURUS?

 

As a ghastly ghostly human

Spins, then a city in a siren hears Woman

Made old as dead children

when once a bright island has lesions

                then blued blonde bled seasons

                feed fishy thumbs with

whored hirelings

ssss.

 

as a ghostly bastard front room hits bulbs

then carded regals will sire sex where skulls

drag dolls across the floors

and danced darling dreamers drink from

wed warred sea maws.

 

ah      I will empathise a city in a gun as drawn tongues

lick tea from figs

 

and eyes enterprise a town of pigs

and spies centralise a sea of lips, and men and guns

will shoot the chandeliers

                                                ssss.

 

as a ghastling grasps grit then golden pigmen will

throb like a pill

and stone soldiers summon sleaze where drills

drape dogs with spilled

hands and heels

uhhhh.

 

as vestals take a rape break

then vernal lakes will suffer loud lewd drapes

and cauldrons in a swelled snake

hear sawn serpentines sucking steeled

eyes and sealed

dollies

sss.

 

Ghosts will bear wasps to weeds, and

Hosts will share a cross where brigands

Bend bones with glistering blurred blind slammed

Whored sleeves.

                                                                ….

                Vast ladies leer where old pale gangs

                                Grasp grained handrails, and

                Eyes end

And a flown mind loses sex and friends

                Lend 

Men to skin-

idols fall like mirrors…

idylls flail

        and hot daring rivers

        raid a shroudsail

,,.

Uh

,o,

THE END-..

 

 

 

 

IDES?

 

ah.

 

when once a green gleaned plant

pees bulbed seas

then horsed heroes heal for scant

sliding soft trees.

 

and i have a vaginal vote and

goddess gives head to Woman's

weeping widening garden's rope

la-la,

 

AMEN-

AND I AM ALD BASKETS-.

 

*

My hills heals up for

kids and foxes, and men score

fast fields

ah

 

when once a rill raises swards

then hillers owl for lords and

ladies leap lairds as fens are

peed from cocks and calves

and my river smells of snowed

sylvan stars

 

and a medley of miners heal

cosy green seas of mealy steeled

lockets of lashing leaves

and i am a bad buller's weed

and gods grip grassy glebed sneezed

slathering sown geese

o-

 

where once a fast trout tucks sped

drowning latrines

then fishmen feed fat flashed wed

lakers

and my acred heart has dead windy

reins

lo

uh-.

 

Bladed beechers break bad indy

scissoring sides, and woods are

windless

O-.

 

AMEN!!

AND MY STEMS STINK FOR

DAFFODILS AND SPOARS

AND MOWED MAMMALS ARE

FED TO FAWNED BLED BATHS

..

*

And my hills are healed over for

hard trees and rivers

o.

.*

 

my sex is spilled from leaves

and sex is a chestnut's seed and

spermy cows kiss sands

and beeches break five dams and

lakes piss rilled scissoring soft

swathy swarding seas of crossed

clamouring kines and

yellowing antqueens heal hinds

and hirelings hear Woman's

mange tootering teaselled bines

and woody swelled snails are

smacked by sluggers and calves

la-la

uh-.

 

And beeches burn and hills are

healed up and down, and spars

slide a serpent's sea when starlets

piss pealed plummies, and ingots

kiss closing crying trees of loss and

bled boys breathe bound bales

Lo-.

 

AND WINDS WEEP WODES

AND MY SEX IS LOAVED

..

*

And my countryside is pyramid

lo-

 

and fast fierce annals are ended in

green swarthes

la-

 

when once a fat flea sucks spind wind

then extreme trees are

swinged inside an elbowing sea of

kines and cattlered calves and

forcing fields feed fires to Woman's

rape seed

 

and meadowers mate with a closing

clave of glowed grown roving

gardening gilled grave of soiling

sunrisen teaslers, and i am holding

jarred boy in a gardenish folding freized

fen of ferny killing revolting reeved

springing season of nectarines

la-la-.

 

AMEN!

AND GLIDING GULLIES ARE

GABBED FROM GARDENS

AND I AM A HOED SCAR

..

*

And beeches break wind for

green glades

o-.

 

god is a sea of salty seeds and

beeches break trees and worlds

and my forest has extreme curling

meadowers

and a farmed fairy fears for treed

lakes

 

and my lake is risen from a seized

trampling tearing sea of lithed

rillers

and my vales are veiled in mown

moley sex

AHH-

 

where once cold cattles kiss a

toppling treetop, then a vet's carve

cowing bullocks

and husbandry heals over for

clashed crept craving moors

OO-.

AMEN-

AND MY GIRL IS STILL GROWN

..

*

And aped eaglers are

led to beeched graved starred

green carived fielders

and lakes lick acres and cars

crash inside fast moored Mars

ah-

 

meadowers suck grassy milks

and cowlets kiss eweing milled

combed bales

la

 

and aped eaglers are

led to boars as conkers are

razed from dead oaked arsed

vales.

and shirers suck seeded sarsed

anal streams

oo-.

 

Bald bled beards are green and

green men have sown sand

AMEN

AND MA MARY MELDS

MICE AND CAVED MILLS

*

And fielders suck fevering skies

ah

 

my face elbows elms as sky

flails for

vales and cruel wet worlds and

fast fieldings suck seethering sands

la.

 

when once a piglet pricls Woman

then ewes ease eaten eyed kiddies

and young kidded men are closed in

rollering rivering rillers

lo.

 

my suns has skeined stained spind

winds, and wild wolves are

dried, and wide cats kiss sinned

seas of blind bald swarthes and

beeches break for bedded banged

bleeding country pillagers

 

AMEN

AND MY FOX IS FORCED

..

*

As beeches break bled blind fields

then meadowers mix veins with elmed reeled

glassed grass

ah

 

my sex is satan's swards, and my death is

spilled from grained seas of mown sexed

hillers

la.

 

and beechers breed bad blinded depthed

dragons of dusty green mown wrecking

riverers-

 

and my god is a tree of hoarsed nutted

milky meadowed raids

and rats kiss a country's cruel shade

OO-.

AMEN.

AND MY MANX HAS MEAD

.

*

And aping dates drink dumy drying

dreamt sweet fields

ah.

 

my god has geese for seals and

meadowers meld mills with hands

and swarded extreme trees are

led, hand in hand, to a green car's

harvested mind-moon

la.

 

where once a soft sky slides

adown, then scythed saws are

lent, and owlers piss ald starred

rivers

 

and teetering tearers toss tawn

fawned farming dawned torn

teaselling tractorers

and my shot skull sucks swarthed

cattlering greeners

OOO.

AMEN-

 

AND COWS CUT CLOSED

OATY FORMLESS LOAVES

,.,

*

and when once wept wolverines weep

wide wet beechers

then elmers eat riders of rode country sleep

ah

 

and fast fat flumers feel for flowering fleet

daffs.

 

and meadowers meld moors with deeps

and my god, gullied, gives grass to sleek

sirening sauced saviours of kined keeps

la.

 

and when once wept wolverines weep

wild whipped dogs, then piglets peep

inside a harvested hawthorn grass jeep

and fiddled fangers finger figgy feet

Ahh

 

And sluttered swarded saviours are

cut from vined veiny vials of starred

iceless eaten aped dates in closed calves

and wavers will wives with caved eyes

founted rained raisering green sky

AMEN-.

 

HUSBANDED HEROES HEAR

SPLAYED SWARTHING TEARS

AND GREEN GODS ARE GEARED

..

*

And ald green glades are grasped by

grassy cutted knolls

ah.

 

when once a smashed sward has

skies and mown skulls

then robed ratters are killed by

bald bales and whipped woven eyed

meadowers

la

 

my god is glazed with gulled green

godders

and splayed sistering wild streams

flow for flown golden gleaned

seizing eddying giddying meaned

milky milling fieldings

lo-lo-

 

and, hit, hispid healing hills are

led to cloven caving calving curs

and dog drink dragged heaven

..

*

and i am the green woman's seized sky

and gods are glassed

o-

 

when once a swards suck seeded lies

then wet wolverines are sucke from

meadowers and mean maised gunned

fieldings

 

and breaking bulls are blamed for

wed cows and kind kines in warred

cedaring sunned rills of dead dorphed

delving draked drummers

la.

 

my god is grasped from keen cored

pears, and prayed orcharded moors

meld sharp cidered smells with nerved

gathering gladed graves

lo.

 

kissing beeches breathe bedded blind

bloody broken bridgers

and vans vamp vast jayed hayed mines

and copses kiss lifers and

mountains mete mares with hands

AMEN-

AND CATS KISS A TAILED

TEASING CROSS,

,,

*

and, iced, hissing green graves are

emptied from swards and mooted meadowing stars

ah

 

when once a tree teeters, then copses kiss Mars

and blood red gannets kiss a seastruck sea of harm

o.

 

a god grasps grailled kissing caverns when mice

meld rats with razoring wynds and wealing Christ's

hill of spended country keys,

and ashes arse for oakers as horsed nutters are

led to limed loosing ladied leaves

la-la

 

where once a smokey spoiler soils cured calves

then acorns ape bled boars and ewed sex spores

viners

and my angels are eaten by dates and pathed

peeping pealed peeing pushing plums and eyes

kiss rendd riverers

LO

AMEN,

AND MY MICE MILL MOUNTAINED

SUNS, AND CATS CUT A SCHOON

..

*

And when once a seasoned eye has green

dream fields then

woman heals up as wed hills suck sunbeamed

lovers

ah-.

 

and gardens grasp grass as smoldering tinctures

peal ponies from pled green gunned rivers

o-.

 

a pear inside a peach must plead for hillers

and hillocks hear herded horned millers and

greened swarded ghosts give glass to sandy

treeing splayed speeded cedars

la-.

 

Stands suck solved fetes as fairied handy isles

float inside a blue countryied seal of wilds and

bled beasties break rambling beed hot mean land

and featherers feel for fawns as fallowers

expand, for veined vast vines and meadowers

OO-.

AMEN-

WHERE ONCE WIVES WEEP WODES

THEN PEIRCED PIPERS PEAL GLOBES

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And a moon is pliant

o- my face is bright and defiant

and a moon is sprayed for

hills and rubbishing wars

and green kids move-.

 

*AHH MEN

 

*

 nb. most of my songs are speed written.

..

THE EATEN WARS OF DEATH FIND PEOPLE

 

(to be performed to an acoustic)

 

 

 

 

 

The eaten wars of death find people

 

Peering inside my mind

 

O, as eaten wards of death find

 

Eyes and pigs

 

Then, eyed, eager talons hear wine

 

Swigging kids

 

Sss.

 

 

 

The eaten wars of death will staple

 

Guns to lovers

 

Uh – my father slews god’s brothers

 

Uh – my mother weds god’s mirrors

 

And, laid, laden licking sticks

 

Feed dials to figs

 

And men are bright as a sweet kid

 

La-.

 

 

 

The eaten war of Naples hears kids

 

Whipping dolls

 

And, lashed, false bulls cut blue rigs

 

And, eaten, bells swing like molls

 

La.

 

 

 

Coded vastness sings, sings, sings

 

And men and me suffer cold spring?

 

 

 

*

 

The bullshits of love suck pats and

 

Flayed flown God eats cut cats, and wills dam

 

Eyes and fields

 

O. 

The bullshits of love cut rats, and 

Flashed flowed God eats sap, and I will ram 

Rama 

Sss

 Oooo.

 

          Closeted killer gold sends cosseted summers when 

          Closed thundering souls 

                   Suffer dolls and solar bowls 

And, la, as me and a rivetted soul suck dolls, then fast men 

                   Sleep, sleep, sleep

 

Uh,  -

          The bullshits of love suck plaits, and 

          Flacked flued faces feel for eyeless brigands 

And sex is closed.

 

 

 

*

 

Oo as currents cut cured lions, then bad blurred bands 

Sing for choral seas

 

Oo, as currents cut lost Zion, then god’s bruised hand 

Is held where bees 

Sting themselves

 

Uh        ssss 

I will suck a skinning sunrise where old cold leaves 

Fail to fall, 

And, o, as wasps sting malls, then blinded splayed trees 

Suffer dewy dells

 

La…

 

          As currents cure diamonds, then bladed seasand 

                   Drowns madam moon inside

 

          A loud marching naked sea of eyes, and old clams 

          Stink as vaginal ships 

          Sink, sink

 

          Lo-.

 

          As currents cure us, then radios will raid linked 

          Eyes and mules…

 

 

 

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          O, as vastness veers West, then a river in a vest 

          Sweats like sleep 

          O, as vastness hears Death, then a pigeon in a desk

 

          Drags pens for meat, 

          And, sss, I will tantalise the sides of spies as wrists 

          Smell like rotted wheat

 

          Uh-.

 

          As eager eating rifles shoot sleep, then bald fists 

          Clench, and frozen faces ring bells as visual pits 

          Prick pealed guns 

          O.

 

          As vastness veers West, then a feather in a nest 

          Digs dazzling dolly deaths

 

                   And, lazed, crazy cut kisses cry for blessed 

          Written wrecked 

          Windowed drums

 

          Uh.

 

When once killer cars crusade for crashes, then self sex 

          Fails, and failed fallen sex

 

          Fawns to scissors, and a doll inside a tree of lips 

          Kisses me! 

And men and seas sire snipers from a lea of crypts

 

.,.

 

*

 

I will never leave your side 

O, I will always love god’s mind, and, o, when once lies 

Wed sex to spies 

Then I will never hear the sky

 

Sss.

 

I will always learn to die. 

Ah, I will forever hear men cry, and, lo, when once eyes

 

Run dry, then I 

Will never hear love’s lie because 

Love is a born liar 

Uh. 

As I will suffer stone, then saviours staved from bone 

          Heal faithless failures 

Ah,-- ,,. Me and mad folk feed fish to mirrors

 

La -.. me and egg yolk feed poached devs to rivers 

And I will never leave your side 

O, I will never run to hide, -  o-la…

 

          The dead daft dreams of death hear cold cars 

                   Colliding with split papers 

          And daddy franco hears doctoring makers

 

          Shaping skulls from dulled 

                   Diamantes

 

Sss.

 

          And I will never leave your side 

                   And I will forever kiss god’s bride 

          And, lashed, lashwide stares die.

 

 

 

*

 

When once peering inside a mind, then sins 

          Fall away, 

And mental earrings ride a mind as spun graves

 

          Cry for dollies, and dirtying fast hymns 

                   Sing for lady Jesus 

                   Sss. 

When once pealing inside times, then hot limbs 

Swing, swing, 

And bad bodies break, and

 

          Where once rolled mines dig for winds 

                   Then five scented swine suck skinned 

                   Salty leaves

 

                   Uhhh.

 

          As closing closeted bees sting us then 

Apricots will summon wax from honeyed women 

          And coded killer wines bless heads with 

Men and children

 

          O.

 

          When once peering inside a mind, then whims 

          Weep for sleepy red wings 

                   And, lashed, as a hand on a fished fin forces fish to

 

Cry, cry, cry, 

Then I will enter into a blind blithe bibled blue sky

                   Ssss.

 

          And bad bodies break 

          And cold babies shake, and Christ lives alone.

  

*

 

Old coded killer men will kill murders 

O, as cold emptied river spill, then fast fierce lovers

 

Lead loss to purdahs 

And, uh, lost in a hill, a city of liars slanders after 

Sons and fathers

 

                   Sss. 

          Old endless mirrors shine like lovers… 

          Cold trendless mothers summon feathers when

 

                   Bad birds fail to fly 

And death’s ostrich lives in a pearled eye

 

          O.

 

I hear a lost city being made high as a stalled lie

 

          I see a crossed pity being made tall as tides

 

And blinded bibled babies rot

 

And shended rivalled ladies rock to sleep as tithes

 

                   Delve love’s Lot

 

          And as a gangster and its moll digs slots

 

                   Then pennied wed stains suck loss

 

 

 

Uhh.

 

 

 

*

 

Woollen wept wives will wed a blind divorce when

 

Life leaps from its chair

 

Ss, as woollen whipped brides wed a sea of force, then

 

Life sleeps on the stairs

 

O.

 

          Me and mad menkind mine for timed women

 

                   Sss .. me and mad girlkind cut gibbons

 

And, slain, salty seasand scatters sex seed when ribbons

 

Slice pearled hot prisms.

 

 

 

          Woollen wept wives will wed a false horse

 

          And, slain, bled birds break

 

          Down, down

 

                   Uh

 

          As shrilling bees kill stinging apes, then loss

 

                   Hires whores to drowned

 

                   Droned towns

 

And icy ideal aces use a fireaxe where a torn cross

 

          Cries for night-lit crowned clowns

 

                   Lo-.

 

          I have suffered sidereal veins-

 

          I have muffled men, and eager veins

 

                   Slide from romantic brains, and bled whores

 

          Cry for wards

 

And I shall not murder mental birds

 

And, oo, a lovely laden lady digs her asylum as curves

 

Dig shaved headed mad birds

 

                   Uhh.

 

          Men lied to me as my mind’s menstrual sunrise

 

                   Died.

 

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*

 

O, as I defecate in a minnow’s mouth, then shitting eyes

 

Glow like fancy urine

 

Sss, as I defecate on a barrow, then shot shitting spies

 

Grow like blind latrines

 

Uh   when once blonde varmints suck marines, then minds

 

Melt inside pissing tides,

 

And me and madam moon will serenade a bruised tined

 

                   Cold sky

 

                             Lahh.

 

          I am enclosed in my own sex pit

 

                   Lo, I am enclosed inside a sand pit

 

          And, as dollies play, then vaginas in a slit

 

                   Dig skulls for made-up lies

 

And, tolled, a bell of bulls nabs naked knives, and a slowed bit

 

Cries inside a nude clitoris

 

And, mulled, a bed of skulls nabs naked slides

 

And, o, as I defecate in a minnow’s mouth, then wide wives

 

          Wipe lips on lashes

 

                   And a false man sucks tit as blown blinded brides

 

          Divorce mental ashes

 

          Ooo.

 

          I am disclosing deaths to flashes

 

          And, pissed, pealed pearled breasts shed sour slashes

 

.

 

          Lah

 

 

 

. END

 

 

 

*

 

This side of a pluperfect past, a sea of salty sidles

 

Cuts lips from scudded baths

 

O, as a slain city hangs death, then dying’s masque

 

Feeds fists to masks

 

And, coded, a bad summer scries for the past

 

And, loaded, a sad lover weds eyes to the vast

 

Mouthed fountains of the stark

 

Parted sexed sea

 

Uhh.

 

 

 

When once bled bellmen pull chains, then the past

 

Serenades hymns with dolled draggled dun fast

 

Finger men

 

And, laced, a sausage sun cooks bad eggs as bees

 

Sting themselves

 

And sex will sting its cells

 

And bled bouncing baby bells wring dells as trees

 

Topple like a wide woman

 

Sss…

 

          Fishermen of mermen meld daunted dunes where

 

                   Bled blazed beaches bind seas to prayer

 

And I will suffer saline handrails

 

And I will stiffen minds with drowned blue Wales

 

Uhh

 

                    As      ald angling angels cure veils

 

          Then blonde budders must bride shroudsails

 

And blenching bended blued sea snails must

 

          Wed death to dying darling sex dusts

 

                   And Sex eaten old Aladdin will entrust

 

Vaginal exegesis with penile pulled leg lust

 

          Zzzzz

 

                   Mmm

 

                    Meddling magazines melt like rusks

 

                   And blown bairns break like crushed

 

Idiotic verboten sea mush

 

          Lahh

 

 

 

THE END.

 

 

 

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CELL-SPOKEN.. jimbellamy.simplesite.com

It's an unspoken word at the base of the brain that everybody deserves
just what they constrain; an unspoken word that children suffer time: O
it happens world over, but no-one seems to mind.

It's an unspoken word in
the centre of the dust that each of us perverts just what consoles our
lust; an unspoken word that misery is fine: O it happens world over, but
no-one seems to mind.

It's an unspoken word in the swirling of the sun
that nothingness accords just what we've never done; an unspoken word that
life is merely crime: O it happens world over, but no-one seems to mind.

It's an unspoken word in the wastelands of the womb that everyone is
stirred by the madness of the moon; an unspoken word that tyranny must
shine: O it happens world over, but no-one seems to mind.

It's an unspoken
word, a deadly word between us all that emptiness conserves our only
clarion call; an unspoken word that poets seldom rhyme: O it happens world
over, but no-one seems to mind.
i espy time?

I am silk, I am ancient lichen:
in the villas of the night, I am the power
of Zion. I am the teacher & the weather in the light; the preacher & the pilgrim,
the reaper in his might. I am the soul to you; the dictum & the
drum, the chuff & chaff of grain, the mitre & the sun.
Where I fall to earth, I am the gentle rain; the harpstring & the birth,
the doctor in the brain
Come to me on a weary night, & I shall show you yore: the musket,
drum & pike, the devil & his shore. I am silk, I am ancient lichen: I am
silk, I am ancient lichen: I am silk, I am ancient lichen:
the power of Zion.

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

until we have built our golden empery, until we have built the lamb of
god, until we have tilled the lands of plenty, time and tide shall shake
its rod.

until we have built our iron empire, until we wharved the jesus
mind, unti we have tilled the lands of sapphire, time and time shall shake
and grind.
until we have built, made madness over, have ripped away the
mooning ram, time and tide shall thral thrice over, endless as the Son of
Man. Until, as in the lakes of fearing, until, until all peace is whole;
until we have tilled the lands revering, time and tide shall have no soul.

in the forging grails of israel, in the fires of bethlehem, come, let
heroes burn their haloes - let the prince of heaven reign! christ, the
lamb of forward moving, christ, the lamb of grooving blood; christ, the
lamb of hapless healing; christ is wharven in the bud.
until we have built
our golden empire, until we have made a place for peace, until, until this
earth is entire, no man shall lay upon god's fleece.

Flowers, towers, fusion hrs,
magnesium rotors, helio powers;
palisades of burning light,
skeins of fission, endless night.
Towers turned ashen, Asian madness,
forging Zion, lion of sadness;
limitless dolls of metal, spurning,
Israeli sun, Holocaust yearning.
Flowers, towers, fusion hrs,
hatchets, signets, zen-tithed suns,
domesday stories, scarab drums:
flower of plenty, flower of pain,
flower gone empty, enemy brain -
in the window on death's widows,
endless spume the hangman's pillows.
Flower of duty, flower of passion,
flower of sadness in confession:
from the sun, red spheres unite,
on the run, red spheres ignite. ...

THE END....

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copyright jim bellamy

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LUNAR SERENADE JIMBELLAMY.SIMPLESITE.COM

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

please believe me - if they should ask me - i shall not take to mouth away
their lies. please believe me - if men should need me - i shall not die
for men, i couldn't try. free earths must flow,earths must flow,free
earths must flow and flow again, free earths must flow, earths must flow,
free earths must flow and flow again. please believe me - if men should
need me -i shall not pass away their petty cries.please believe me - if
love should grieve me - the reason for this life would merely die. free
earths must flow, earths must flow, free earths must flow and flow again.
free earths must flow, all births must grow: earths must surely know, or
end.

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

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

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

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

ahhhhhhhhh......FIN?

 

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copyright jim bellamy 2019

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jdb 1998...

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c/o walrus glass (work in progress)

 the grievous gardens of the damned dream of dazzlers
o, a sea of ravens raps aside wigwams
& a side of raisins rockers where green-grazers
grip a goggle cock under ropes & old hands
./
oh we espy a rodeo of rain &, lo, we use brigands
to widen a beak from the sadness of the wreaked
o once a night we kneel upon grain
lo, we will siren bread-beds with onion-city-pain.

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

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

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

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

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

i wandered idly with love's shroud
~& there are saw a flavoured cloud
pinching dolls with fairy crowds-  & ice falls
when, lynched, a bay of figs faloned cauls
& candified fevers of a soft brain
must totter where tricky teasers of grain
paddock adown a nunnery..
..
ahh
ohh
tut-tut-tut-tut-tut...
we layer us with piggy dust
we play with wasps as neon buzzy sluts
crack body-nuts?....

THE END

*
in this fast film i saw, i overheard a love of wards
drinking coffee all night & day
o in a fast screen, i scented blue wrists with
birdy nerves that crackled under graves
.
once aside old lights, i burned up, up, up...
in this fast film i saw, i overtook a lolly war
& we siren for slappy mien
& we alarm after bed-happy schism men,.
..
once aside a mind-mine, a scene of whores
weaver wind-weepies when a starry gem
jumps a dizzy baby tor
.& eyes go blind before a melted sea-whore
has loosened gardens into flight?...

in this fast filmed field, i listened to grey TV
sky-rocking DVDs with Digitalis  O, ladies
loosened rolled deaths as funereal lobbies
leap under crude cranes & dizzy doll-doobies.

eyes inside eyes sleep for male prisons....

END

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the daughters of thin-air will vanish
under graves that deadly loves abolish
o, a dream under spun prayer must
varnish cells with buds & halters.

as the vines of killing toast the earth
then laden minds must cock bearths
& a dreamt eye writhers under fathers
& a bed of skies dress for guru geezers
..
the daughters of spind winds harness
dogdayed splinters from a kind cross
but the son of Pan has no mind.. O Loss
lams a dell of tears as family wynds

drop aside a small death as moss
cuts a town of city rain & dead lopped
fatherers of mum, dad, & kiddies

the moon twirls around as grey floss
spins a mile-high miller from crossed
idiot children
& silence burns like a flower.

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

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

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

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

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

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Copyright Jim Bellamy 2019.

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