Jim Bellamy 2001

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AOP
 
i have swallowed seeds, and the day when i was born
a woman in shades used mirrors, bent
dead by reflections: birds billow in the breeze
where two stars fall.
 
i have swallowed seeds, and the night when i was born
a woman in shades used mirrors, bent
dead by inflection: words wail inside the trees
where zephyrs crawl.
 
i have swallowed seeds, and the hawk inside the storm
darkens with shades bust mirrors, shent
by the cruelly teased: abuse of power foresworn
blackens death's thrall.
 
eyes will fill my mien, and the rivers cized by men
inside this darkened mind
will flow flow flee: red raindrops are shrouded
by change: molesters crawl?
 
never and never, when the sun strides home
to find this madness entertained
by ferine fears, each witness to the clouds
must spy the shent clause
 
of death warmed up.
oo

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IN SEARCH OF SALT WINES?

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O, as an outward looking lover weds a hot animal, then

Garrotted galumphs cry for lost women

Oo, as an inward cooking mother weds a shot skin then

Blown bloods cry for salt rain.

When once clasped killers chill us, then blown pain

Suffers wines and dined veins

And, la, we must live in pain

And, ah, we don’t move to Spain because

Dolls don’t travel

Ssss.

As an outward looking lover weds the dead then

Strangulating summers slide to hot sleep when

Salt rain dreams of drink

Ssss

                                              Cold biddies blind us

                                                Old ladies spine us,

And men and child will suffer a sea of smiles

And smilers rend the unhappy dead

,

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And just yesterday, I drank a false sea of wine

O, just where I pray, I sank a false sea of dimes, and blown blades grind

Salt beer where

Yesterday, I sat in an old man’s highchair

Sss.

Eyes will roll as outward seeking soul rocks the rain, and hot fierce minds

Drag fists when

Coded killer painters paint drunk women

Sss.

As fat flushed fingermen brew boiled sin then braking blue cars

Fall from a rode star

And, robed, a sweat guitar weeps where dead Mars

Sucks salt cigars

Sss.

And just yesterday, I slewed a sea of blood, and ales inside junked love

Die.

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I will idolise the singing weak, and

I will idolise a sea of hot sleep, and I must realise that sand

Falls from a firebrand

Sss.

I will suffer sex as a tree of wheat dams

Draggling dollars, and coded cold killers cry where England

Dreams of false sands

Ssss.

I will idolise a sea of neat meat

I shall intertwine girls with loud sleep, and as dumb islands

Float and flail

Then red gods will marry mad men to a tree of veils

O

I will suck fake summertime and enter into grails

And ghosts will cut me?

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La, I have haunted myself as ashes bury smoke

Uh, I have taunted health where flashed cherries poke

Choked wine

O.

Inside a bad being, a sea of hashes hits salt rope

Lo, outside a soft dream, a tree of lashes hits doped

Slain odes

Sss.

I will haunt goddesses where screened hot misses

Suck lips and heels

And, alone, I shall suffer reels as whoring kisses

Cry, cry, cry

Lo.

As painted palaces fall, then sainted sex skies will

Ride inside a rolled eye

                                              Ooo.

                                              Coded killer trees

Writhe for you and sleaze.

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Oo as my falsified window falls to drunken earth

Then, laid, my laden missing lady gives

Sired death to kids

                                                Uh.

I will suffer sleep as slept beers calm me, and

Old earth must summon salt wine from seasand

Sss.

As my falsified window crawls, then soft digs

Run from the cities

And, laid, a neon pity cries as fawned sex pigs

Grunt for dragged ditties

Uh.

Me and men and giddy god suck slain ladies

And softening seized seamen will slay bees

And diamonds in pearls suck selfless slain bees

Sss.

I hear my future lady twittering in the past

And the yesterday of ladies suffers soap masks

Ooo

I will suffer sleep as slept tears calm me, and

Blown beers break me?

,.

Ah, as I am galleried, then a bloke in a paled moon

Shines inside a city made from drunk rooms, and eyes spoon

Sugar from honey

Ah, as I am galleried, then a blown seizing croon

Hires ales from whored neon money, -     ssss.

I will always swim when a sexed sea of cunny clicks

Inside rocked eyes

And, o, where once a coded dreamt killer drags lips

Then wedded sex swine must

Feed swills to stoned sex mush, and odes to spies

Spiral, and eager eaten wrecks

Cry, cry.

                                  Ohm.

Carry cots shoot the shops, and olden waxen wounds

Cut caves from dunny

And I will slide where dummies dream of swooned

Evil tears

Sss. 

Closing chaos caresses sleep as a salty wined leer

Lends dogs to king lear

oo

                                              men and soap sear

tongued bathed flannels

                                              Lo.

END.

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O, and I will exit stage left, and I will drink when death

Dreams of pinions

O, and I will suffer a spun death

Sss.    where once old giddy men suck a sea of breath

Then swollen slain sex

Glows like a sea of wine, and, lo, I will jeer at death

Uh

Sss.

Old closed killer men see wet piety made old as flour

And, laced, a sea of river men sweats inside a flower

And stained sex brine weeps for

Empowering dills and sex war

Ohm-.                                     .

                                              We will exit from claws

                                              We wage nude wars, and sirens

Drill for dillies in the wild west

Ehh?

                                              Eagles in a cuckoo’s nest

                                              Feed seagulls to small deaths

And passion flowers smell onions? 

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I shall delve the drinking dreaming dead, and sunrisen devs

Taunt seizing kids...

O, I will swell up when seas of neon pigs feed kids to beds

And I will sleep for wine.

                                                Sss...

                                              Old men in nude suits hear death

                                              Leaving ashes on sleeves

                                              And old men pose inside death

                                              Uh

Goddesses in paintings pant for salt beer

Cold lovers live in paint as a sea of strong fear

Parties down the mind

And, lashed, bad breasts break

Ssss.

                                              I shall delve the drinking dreaming dead

                                              I will summon summer from death’s head

And, oh, as vast blown rainbows die,

Then whored old castors crash inside a wintertime of drunk mines

Sss.

                                              Odes to dizzy diamonds will

                                              Drag ice for bourbon and sick thrills

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And I shall always blaspheme down the rain

O, as I will always dream, then a beer inside a vein must

Drag dolls for sex dust

Ssss.

I will always blame sex for a nude town, and sex mush

Must drill deaths with lust

And coded rivers must drink deaths dry

Oo.

And I shall always blaspheme down the sun in the sky

Lo, I will always scream, as the beers inside a crust

Bake breads with slowed

Old dough

And, laden with a rose, a city in a ramrose sees mush

Coming into mushrooms.

                                              La.

                                              Cold slain summers slash slushed       

                                                            Fingerers

                                                Cold vain mothers slash mushed

                                                            Sown saviours

And blinded blue islands shake the sun of Love

And ghosts, raped, taunt a haunting sea of lost lady God.

                                              Uhh.

                                              Yesterday, I drank a sea of dogs

                                              Tomorrow, I will suck straw dogs

And bladed bleeders bind boys to dragged dames.

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What with my hind heel falling, then a homebrewed scrotum ale

Feeds beers to bees

O, what with my hot bed wailing, then a homebrewed sea of sails

Feeds ales to slease

And, empty, a city in a tree tracks down sex with shroudsails, and

Coded killer empires seize

Blind blued naked nude sunned eyes

Sss.

What with my old head dying, when once sin slides, then Woman

Widens wolves with minds

And gilt gorged fathers find fingers in a cold gold mine

Shearing sex from twined spines

Uh.

What with my old bed shaking, then a homebrewed sea of vales

Clasps snowed masks inside lost grails

                                                And railways raid sex lays, and

                                              Motile misses melt where slain sands

cut a scissor inside a child’s castle

Sss.

Endless mother mead melts inside a mussel

La, endless fathers feed drunken milk to parcels, and old hands

Crack, and

Bladed belled blown gangs giggle and gaggle when Woman

Weds me to false bands

                                                Ahh.

                                              Zzzz.

                                              When once I trumpet sleep then

                                              Ale will trumpet meat, and children must

Raise screams from filmed loss,

And odes to father time will suffer a sea of god’s gold cross

And me and men will entertain blind blazed green crossed

Faces

                                              Ooo.

                                              Odes to saint Paul suffer the Fall

Uhh

Ssss

 Ahh Men

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 SONGS FOR A DUNNY GIRL? 

When once a pig in a pistol shoots soft grunts, then riding endlessness

Seems formless as sex rain

O, when once a kid in a crystal cuts sucks junks, then writhing emptiness

Seems formless as dead veins,

And, lashed, lazy lions lead ladies when

Vast valves veer West

Sss.       I wend where death drinks nails, and me and mad mods hear hens

Cackling, and shorn soft eggs will

Always crack, and me and sad swarmed sex ill must ride inside women

O.

                                              When once a pig in a pistol shoots soft thrills

                                                Then closed cows cry for sylvan sacred hills.

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O, I run to hide

O, I close my eyes, and when once a blind beautiful bird

Serves tides

Then blacking god hears healers hearing hills and brides

Wed sane darkness, as

I run into love’s dusky sea

Sss.

When once love answers me, then men and time will ride

Homeward

And I run to hide

And I cry for skies, and, dreaming, a search for salt will

Spiral down a lie

Uh.

Inside blind cities, a blanched boy in a chair suffers killed

Suns and lovers

And when once love answers me, then Man and lifelines

Will summon gods from warred

Forced sun-wedded slain drunk mothers

Sss.

Ideal rivers rend me

O, I hide inside a false tree, and bees fall to their knees

And life’s clan lives forever

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This side of a good rainstorm, a mirror in a vein shines like

Bright big children

O, this side of a good sunrise, a river in a vein shines like

Big branched women

And, sss, when once kind lips flutter, then leprous night

Dies

Sss.

This side of a good seashore drowns boats, and midnight

Summons tines from salt combs

And salt, slain, sucks stone as a city in stormed bone

Cries, cries

Sss.

A sliding slithering city boy breaks down

A sundering wittering city girl shakes, and a sea of foam

Spirals down salt rain

o—.

                                              I hear judas hanging where

                                              Mary leaps from a chair

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O, I have jumped ten leagues from my chair

Sss, I have jacked old men

                                              And rivers inside prayer cry as hens

Don shaman’s beads

Uh..   when once father time heeds timeless space, then women

Will wed blown skulls

O, I have jumped ten leagues from my chair

And god must, once rocked, hear my house of air

Go dumb

Ssss.

I will suckle sunrisen faces, and breaking dolls

Must writhe on a hook

And, loathed, a tree of loss lays diamonds where

I have jumped ten leagues from my chair

Uh.

Wintertime rides inside haunted cat’s eyes, and

Blown blizzards break

Down, down

Sss.

And I have lost my light where once seasand

Dams a tree of bantams

oo-         ssss..                                            

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Bended brothers bolt bones to wrecks

O, as a sworn loud sea of cliffs seems faintly tidal

Then drowned dreamt stoned ships

Sail inside a shroudsail

Sss.

Bended brothers bolt bones to stiffs, and

Oo, when once cruel Sloanes dig for sex sands

Then dreaming drinking dolls

Hand veins to funereal lovers

Sss.

Bended brothers bolt bones to wrecks

Lo, as a swollen sex kiss dives, then sex mess

Sniffs false posies

Uh.

Where I leap from my chair, a sunrise’s lady

Weds dogs to rubies

And as a swollen sex fist writhes, then baby

Leaps five leagues from its cot

Ssss.

Eyes smother fathers, and salty moonish rain

Drags dolls from flying lots

And dove tails cry for dogs as stars

Shake a city moon.

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Neon widows leap where naked meadows rise inside

Hilltops, and a sea of meat slices loaves

O, when once neon widows widen, then cut clothes

Go missing

Sss.

Neon widows leap where naked nude sparrows rise

Outside, then a sea of sleep suffers dolls, as lost eyes

Cry, cry, cry

Uh.

When once caned pigs suck salt ribs, then old skies

Fall, and neon widows reap sleep

And winnowing weeping minds will suck spies

And I hear spies at my window

Ssss.

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O, I have heard it said that menkind died in bed

O, I have seen it read that

Vast vampiric faces search seeds for rats, and I am dead…

                                                Sss.

Where old seething seathings tread hot waves, then

Vast veiny valleys feed galleries to riding caves, and men

Know that I am dead

Ssss.

                                              Olden waxen wide wolves will send

Dogs fur to Bethlehem

And I will announce my death as killed lovers lead loss where

Stunned dunny girls

Rend dolls from death’s world

Uh.

                                              O, I have heard it said that men died inside

                                                Motel rooms

                                              O, I have seen it read that man die for lies

And a hot whoring hotel rings its prison bell

And honeying lady lies leap from a chair where a sea of hell

Burns like cold lightning

And men know that I am dead.

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O, I heard my dunny girl shaping

Dolls and pearls

O, I saw my human world shaking

And, sss, as slain lips come crying

Then I shall hear my dunny girl

Sss.

O, I hear my father making me

O, I see my mother feeding me

And I will know my dunny girl’s

Good soul

Uh.

And I will never murder trees

And I will always feed the bees

Ah- as molten rivers ride, then

Me and my dunny girl will send me

Due West

Sss.

A silly god in a drunken cage

Has fingers filed by rage, and leaves

Shatter in the rain

And me and my dilly girl will

Reeve hills from veins

Uh.

Sad goddess gets raped….

Mad hornets sting lakes, and

I will summon apiaries

And me and my sawn hand has

Dunny curls for breakfast

Oo

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O, and I love your ring of pearls, and I adore the drunken rain

O, and I love you, and when once gilt gold men wed salt veins

Then I will love your ring of pearls

Ssss.

When once a sea of faces falls, then lacing ringlets pile

Inside your silver smiles,

And I will love you, and I will wed you where silver dials

Swirl, swirl,

Sss.

When once a fond father cries, then bridal bells will

Rise inside, and I love your ring of pearls, and tiles

Scream for bathed blood

Uh.

As treetops wail, then a bone I found for you jacks

Eyes, and I will love you

And I will entertain the smoothed skies of you

And I will serenade you

Sss.

Me and my dunny girl will hear hot searing

Birds on streams calling for brides and earrings

                                              O

Uhh

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As I see there is a fly in your oven, then I shall

Suffer the fleas of your face

O, when once there is a false onion, then I

Shall summon death from a human ace

Sss.

As I see there is a fly in your oven, then I shall

Suckle the fleas of love’s wastes, and space

Must suffer the stars

And the moon’s rubbish drives in a car’s

Sea of babies

O.

I will idolise love’s false moonrise, and

Gas will give me death as female hands

Heal the son of Lot

And, slain, curved dogs will expand

Whores and ladies

O.

as I see there is a fly in your fiction, then I will

suck sidling spidered webs

and god in a gossamer hall will

sear five senses with glass hills, and

ghosts must taunt you-

                                              lo.

as I slide to sleep, then a dodo

dances at my side

and, slain, slow kind yoyos

wed kids to kidney brides

sss.

when once rapped skidders

suck sleeves, then rivers

swipe ash where leaved mirrors

send dogs to sleep

Uh

Coded cameras will collide…

Endless cinemas will survive

And what survives us is death.

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END

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C/O MFI? (unfinished)

on the feast of unleaven, the only flesh eaten shall be the flesh of children
bread cabinets burning on the limbs of a brawl, the only brandies then shall be
the boards of time
let wet to the heaters of last night's wards
scandal lords until the mostest are slews of bored and bludgeoned christ,
on the feast of unleaven, the only flesh eaten shall be the penis in the ice.
now slam the hand that plucks for i am the wind that rends four ply apart
with blended fingers, split this wooden word
for no man is enemy nor enemy eternally
and begins the ghastling on its rainbowed swerve.

earth under fire: look at the manic stands we're taking
earth under fire: look at satanic hands we're shaking
there's nothing to do but go away and meet the flames of another day.

asleep at the wheel, i hardly dare suffer enough for god this day
and as i flow through gears and tunnels, i return to no true fray
nor slam the hand that plucks, and i am the wind that rips the runts apart
arterial lines must reap their haze and piss away the dawn of clays.

as suns lie spurning in the clouds of death and sex, a madman's shroud
must clad the bodies of the dead as theft must trip from out dust's clouds
the hand that slams disdains the dream that wards away the buried trees
there is a place where rapine rain
strips the skin and craps inside the seeds.

asleep at the wheel, i hardly dare suffer enough for petrol streams
the stars declaim their space in rhymes and warm their hands upon the vines
and tactual splinters of the bones must spring from bloods their moving stone
as earth inflames the carmine blue bloods of infants, breaking through ,
the ships that trip the tallowed brooks which lance away life's bible books
the malthus of love's spended groan.

on the feast of unleaven, the only flesh eaten shall be the flesh of children
bread cabinets burning on the limbs of a brawl, the only brandies then shall be
the boards of crime
let wet to the beaters of last night's cause;
and the slum in this mind will eat the blind as flares must scathe four walls,
entombed.

the only flesh eaten seals the darkness of the moon
as tyres dictate their burned and eyeless kills
and dulcimers play in day-centres on the hills
and centaurs swing from a dollar and a dime
as oats dictate the madness and the wine
and on the feast of unleaven, the only flesh eaten shall be the flesh of
Eden.

asleep at the wheel, i hardly dare suffer enough for god this day
and i prefer telephones to homes - please tell my wife i'm all alone -
the world which burns inside its tides must seize the frames from petrol minds
asleep at the wheel, I dare not pray as sadness moans for menkind's play
and we scorch this earth and birth the groan
of sadness reaping all she owns -
and on the feast of unleaven, the only flesh eaten must be the flesh of children
bread cabinets burning on the limbs of a brawl, the only flesh left shall be the
juice in the ice

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan a stately pleasuredome decree!

bread cabinets burn for
sawing MFI.

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 FILMIC
(after WH Auden's 'Stop all the clocks')

Prune down the anvils to the wick.
Snuff out all candles, unbake all bread.
Spoil all trenches with a slick.
Ferry the living to the dead.

Where blows a lover, deal
A fatal flaw to all that call.
Mar all saviours with a weal.
Slash the cinema seats and stalls.

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

Lash the usherette to the sedge.
Unravel torches down the hill.
Crash the armies through pithead
For now all life lies stilled?

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

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

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copyright
jebellamy
2004 

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