further speed-written songs...
work in progress title: Whiskey-Gold
1st draft Poem then poem-song
oestrogen flies like a mind
easy sin dives
and a butterfly light cuts times
and eager lovers
marry to a grape-vine
o a seat of glass is postioned
above father's veins
and a bed of dogs
causes canine pain; and missions
pull upon gauze
oestrogen flies from my mind
easy spun sin
awakes me,
and a doll at sea sails for
dweebs
and a bull at sea
jumps cowed salt-cities
my grey mum grips to babies
and sadness shoots blue trees
*
the eagre furies of a fast fat head
mete out a sea of pegs
and a peg-happy fern has to shed
salt seeds
and a binary brain
bolts balls to rain
la la
the eager fairies of a fast fat head
mete out sex to urine
.. lacers of lunacy eat bread
one zilllion miles under sweat we
wash red hands in wine
o, zillions of smiles sunder
wakeners of blithe city thunder
the eagre furies of a fast fat head
speak no evil then drop dead
..
as Aladdin rubs his sex-lamps
then Paladin pokes a parrot
and menfolk sweat blood carrots
and girlkind
washes her hands in easy wine.
*
oestrogen flies like a mind
coastal wives
weep for sockets
and a fitted room hastens to unwind
and bad bodies play with
tameless spastic toys
o
a
baby in a bin cries until saved
a doggy under skin
woofs until trained
and a cat of tailed war trades
rats for scoobies
o
oestrogen flies under vines
coastal cries
cry for rockets
and a fast fugue stops skies
and we hear sexed eyes
lo
*
a sexing of the buried
hears a choker's cherries
laid upon a screen
la la
a baby in a bin cries till dreamed
and a bunk of card
swallows bedtimes
la la
a sexing
of the buried
hears a chopper's cherries
laid upon a dream
la la
amen we say for the saviour
amen we say for
urban idlers of neon
la la
eyes deafen whilst blind
spies beckon
bees to flower under wine
and
a bow of ash
shoots a laden moon
*
the shooters of dun bubbles
gun soap with rained blood
the rooters of stunned gables
stuns rope
and a star at night looks down upon
codas of day-lit tables
and a song
of suns
absorbs pure fire
and a cat under gum sticks his tail
deep down where dope
hisses
.
oestrogen rising has to listen to
bone-breakers
and a starry life has to use levers
to lift vegetations to nude blues
and we kiss hissed ice
and we deaden judas christ
,,
the shooters of dun bubbles
gun soap with raised sex-mud
ah ah
once aside a mind, i tore Mars
with five fast cinemas..
*
a sexing of the cherished
jostles Bird
a deafening of the perished
glisters
o a dying game which uses words
must hurl illiterate darts
and a boat of suns sails for curs
and a stoat of guns
shoots a feline father's
coded woman
eyelids
don excess visions when
a cartel of heat-builders
deafens the blind
and a mouth of glass has to grind
bear jaws with mind-riders
..
a sexing of the cherries turns
fruit and veg into a tea-urn;
and we sex the cherried
and we wreck swift berries, La!,
why wind wells dry
will never be understood till cars
crash under eyes
..
eyelids don eggy visions when
riders of the corn
write for bikers.. And easy porn
swells like piss
*
i made a crazy pass at an old bent woman
o eyes fazed me
o cries caved me...and a bunk of semen
cares for beads
and i mad a pass at an old grey woman
o lives dazed me
o wives shaved me
..
because bowed god has
no name
because bowed dogs
have to walk in pain; O, because trees
seep into my mask
you and i will hammer lakes to hasps
o smiles burn me
o dials turn me
to the other side of the seas
..
i made a crazy pass
at an old bent woman
ahh when a venal garden
has no good gardener
ahh whence an anal raven
has no winged lover
then we hiss for certain..
waves beat on the shores
graves heat guns with whores
and we lay under
meat as closed wards
sweat for pandemic flu..
..
Oh i have sensed camal traffic
mounting a small mule
Oh i have wrenched canal traffic
sailing to a river feud
and baby bouncers have to move
sweet roe to fishy fugue
ah ahh
why the peasy faisty dead seasons
heat gay panty hose
will be known to figgy children;
and a bun of rice
sucks cream from angel-vice
..
Oh once upon a pan, wedders
shimmered in chiffon gowns..
..
*
blown naked bakers of sweetening soft meat
says 'Farewell' to a doctor
o, rancid butchers of sweetening blue meat
says 'Hello' to my daughter
and a bill of fayre sells me seasoned water
and a rill of air
dances
under mortars
..
blown naked bakers of sweetening soft meat
bids farewell to a shaker
stoned naked butchers
cleave ice from rind where coded flavas
shape salt paper;
and a ghost of war shoots blue peppers
and a
host of wars
shoots a fatal poppers
oh, blown naked lovers sweeten sleep
oh, boned fated fathers
fall to death's hot feathers
..
and a dog in May just has to run away
..
O
*
the doted limbs of a
dense city raincloud
hark back to a homestead full of fire
o ropers of dreams
float across edams as sedans under clouds
hisses under spires;
O the accidental sun shines and shines
O the occidental guns
shoot when stars sky-stun
codas of kodak and porn-minds
.
the doted limbs of a dense city raincloud
jacks back to a naked yield of
stained dark figs
and a glass pig has to shoot for God
ah ah ah
eyes will deafen as sites go blind
spies
will soften
and a bended totem pole about Eden
grinds flame to pure dust
the doted limbs of a dense city storm has
old weevil legs beneath its ass
and a bum on a bed cedes sex to glass
and a bone of edams
scatters fractures
out across a grass
pipe of musks..
gassy gulls gasp for carrion weather
easy bulls grasp to a
bovine female thrill where yellow thunder
drops raisins from a car
la la lahh.
we will tread the bulb when leering
under
old funeral friends;
and a liar on a stage acts up for Father
and a pyre in a cage
cases killer creators inside blue lather
..
Rope hardens round my neck
Dope softens men, and a corpse of sex
swipes dogs for tundra.
.
ahhh
ahhh
Ohhh
DE END is nigh
DE MEN get high
WOMEN flit
KIDS get sick
..
, ehh
oo
*
when piped with flu, the pandemic god of truths
trips inside a soft mind
when spiked
with screws, the pandemic god of vines
vanishes into violence
and a sea of sails screws masts to anchors
and a sea of veils spews riggings around sailors
and a bird in a tree
cuts a seagull from wide thinking
and de poetry of
missions flows just like red rain.
..
once above a soft mind, i saw the spies of wine
weeping, weeping
o, once upon a crossed mind, i saw the sides of wine
creeping, creeping;
and a ballet underground
hisses across danced
ice
and a rink of scissors snaps a penny chew wiith
dimed lips and mouths and crunched teeth-rigs
..
when piped with flu, the pandemic gods of truth
strip inside a lost mind;
and a starry christ will surely turn and heal minds
and a dizzy christ will certainly
turn molten tears to whiskey-gold.
.
the treasure train is coming
la the pleasure horse is running
uh the feathers of the dead are strumming
eaten greying nude guitars
and the faces of
the West shine, shine, Ohhh,
the treasure train is coming
ah, the pleasure horse is thrumming
and the eaters of the dead shoot fay loving
./
uh uh de robots of Du
heal gemstones with alien drugs
and a tribe of
suns shines inside weird love
and a gang of guns
shoots a panamerican scissor-sea-God
and cunts seas seem lithe
and spunked bees seem all right..
..
sometimes, the moon looks like the sun
sometimes, the stars go on the run
sometimes wild heaven chews salt-gum
sometimes, god's sky shoots
trendless skeins of roller-soul
// and touts with rifle-boots
sea-slam eaters of torn death,..
sometimes, the moon looks like the sun
sometimes, the stars
go on the run
ohhhh
Eyes idolise de female blind and mess
melds missonaries with baptismal sex
...
END
*
JDB 11/04/2020
*
work in progress title: c/o City Bends
1st draft poem then poem-song
'the quiet aroma of a stinking devil
has to smell grey flowers
and the cats of war who paw flowers
must cast feline spells
and the silent aroma of a well
closes eyes with cool waters.
o a bud of sheer bone has to shiver
o a sud of sheer stone
quivers; and the sun at night stones
beds of silver
..
the quiet aroma of a stinking devil
has to inhale tv towers
and
a bended city
cowers beneath baby.
*
these sodded days where i slept until
late evening peered into shadow
have to grace light with hills
and a face of midnight
fills body men with whipping meadows
and fat mice
at sea
trip a venereal tree
and a chill ice cream has to bleed.
.
when once a sloane of summer reads
old dirty books
when once a drone of flavours
burns poem-books
then a starry beard will star-seize
blown
rooks
these sodded days where i slept until
the morning fell away
have now to grace a city's swathed
concrete clave
and an urban moon shines
..
these days are first dark then
endless...
*
a cigar
under knickers has to exhale
demure and dangerous perfumes
a killer under kickers
has to inhale mirrors;
and the tides of March drink trippers
and the bridal parks
marry crows to dark
radios with pop tunes.
whence
a factory of thieves shivers
whence promontaries steal livers
i will understand
that the day i was born was
most certainly the night i was
hurled from a cradle.
a cigar under kickers has to exhale
decorous yet sexy
fumes;
and the cats of England taste rheum
and the rats of England
burn sex to silent death.
whence a factory of thieves shivers
whence grey cemeteries bury lovers
i will come to know
the name of the sun and its hot
crow.
*
i hear the heads of the dark
weeping
i hear the kids in the park
leaving..
and a sea of pigs
has to drown ceilings
and i hear the headless dark
creeping
and i hear loud kids hearing
deafened
blind cuts
/
a dolly in a drive has to start
a bald toy vehicle
a baby in a dive
has to drive a dizzy car-heart;
and the wars of Eden
scatter salt seed upon
Mesopotamia
//
i hear the heads of the dark
weeping..
and my soft heart
grows creamy
and my soft dreamy soul
grows fast
too often.
*
hipsters dance for chilled rooms
cheapsters dance for gloom
killers prance on knives
o, ideal menders mend cold tombs
and
i have to understand
about self-deaths and old renal rams
o o
o oo.
hipsters dance for chilled rooms
killers dance for dunes
and once i have lost my children
and once i have killed my dog
and once i have
died
i shall surely count upon the sky
la la
la la la.
a dabbler of a damsel has to cry
a rider of an angel
has to ride against gold scams
and a car of canals
drowns a red rooster.
*
we have to somehow rely upon
cunt-kisses
we have to somehow decide upon
cock-caresses
and a bride of wishes
lays a dog to waste
o, once eyes cease to close, then
sunrisen missives
will certainly rise against
poets
and all their mad expletives
,,,
we have to somehow rely upon
penis kisses
we have to slide a nut in a gun
and a sea-harness
swallows sex-bait
and the beds of dreamt hate stun
minds, bodies, veins and
all human
bones.
..
a bastard on a ruddy hill falls from
bloodied bluffs where
chairs of sadness leap into hair
and we weep
and we sleep
and we learn to fly
//
*
the fuckers of a fast fierce farm
yield poked pigs
to cows
the killers of a vast soft cloud slam
fairy fields inside grown hands
and a vase of ice
is found in a prehistoric field where
husbands sweat for husbandry
and there is midwifery in Heaven?
once when a sea of
mice stared
deeply into the moon
a tree of christs healed gold hair
and a bone of prayers
had to shatter
and, O, as a vase of smatter snares
mown farmed fields
then a cat of life will seize yields
..
the fuckers
of a fast fierce farm
yield pokered sows to sheep
and cattlers cry for kind sleep
and bull-men writhe
and skulled wheat-wives
widen into screws
..
Uh
robots of Du are detected near
the veins of dying fear
..
*
smashed seasonal fish
crash inside a petri-dish
cashed sermonic silver-fish
scare young sad kids
and a bone in a bowl has to list
sad weeping grey kids
ah
fields under flies wing-rid
blind bluebottles
of honey
o, we decay forever
o, we snap closed weather
and a starry father
dams cars
ah
mothering moaners mark
dizzy gals in the park;
and i heed sin as old bark
falls from a public tree
ah
we
have to stone bees
we must suffer beads
and we will don seeds
and cum home
laughing.
.
*
i went to the shops to buy a plum
the moon was shining and so was the sun
o i went into my little town
and
purchased a lovely naked currant bun
and i heard my mind
and i gave funds to the blind
and i served home-baked cake to
homely vagrants that lived on the streets
o.
rainy days are the best we have now
rainy days are
always the most common to happen
and a driving car
has to use its windscreen wipers
nearly all of the time,, Oh, riders
sell easy news to gay bobbies
o.
i went to the shops to buy a plum
the moon was shining and
so was the sun
o i paid a trip to my little town,
and there i saw a keen fine clown
and there i saw a genuine busker
.. My eyes may well shut
because i missed my town?
..
rainy days are the best we get now
men in string
vests
sell cheap toys to infant nests; and crowds
queue for the supermarkets
and vast torn billboards look from the clouds
and the city's mayor seems
very well known..
i put both of my hands together and pray
i put
my knees upon the floor
and pray that God will stop city whores
and my old kiddy bike
long since fell apart just like a
cold swing at the foot of a garden's
well mown score..
uhh..
.can i count on you to sell
me plums
can i count on you to
serve me actual meat?
O piss falls down opened gutters when
mad men leap from urban bends.
..
*
i used a gun.. i shot it and liked it
i phoned my mum..i spoke with wit
and i
used a gun
and i telephoned the sun
o, once upon a time, i dug a sandpit
o, once upon a time, i waxed my lips
i used a gun..i shot it and liked it
i phoned my dead father
and then i fell and died
..
i went to the shops
and bought a pear
the moon was shining from thin air
i went to the green grocers
and bought me some good berries
and then i used a gun
and then i phoned my mum
and then i telephoned soft ladies.
.
i used a gun and then
i used a drum
ah a lovely leaping life is all i want
,, ah lively leaping wife is all i want
o i went to the shop and bought a gun
the moon was shining and so was the
burning sun.,.
i have always known that Jesus
Christ
was the true son of sunny God
i have always believed in God, and Life
has me forever
praying for kind Lord Jesus
and i went to a chemist and purchased
some paracetamol tablets
and i used a gun..i shot it and liked
it
and i telephoned the sun;
o i go outdoors all winter
and spend my summer days indoors.
..
i used a gun..i banged a drum
i used a gun...i shot my lungs, and
i have a good picture in my room
which features a crown
of thorns,- And
i listen to the looming church and
i sing fast hymns for the Son of Man
and i used a gun
and i banged a drum
and i went to the shops to buy a plum
uhh uuh i used a gun
uhh uuh i bought a plum
uhh
uuh i looked into the sun, and,
losing solar waves
led me to blithe holidays and the sea
and i when i was an infant brave
i watched sandcastles floating
underneath
easy seasand.. O, we went boating!
and we went swimming
and we had such a whale of a time
and i used a sail
and i launched my sail
.uh uuh
i used a gun...i shot it
i ate a plum... i bit my lip and
green apples sell to women
and bright peaches sell to children
..i used a
gun... i shot it
i bought a plum..i ate it whole
..yes man, i ate it whole
yes mam, i ate it entirely whole
and i have always liked roast chicken
and i have always loved
rock salmon and greasy chips
..
uhh uuhnh
hu
hu hu
du du du du du
i bought a toy spider
i loved it, tended it, and felt dead pleased
o i looked directly at a mirror
and then i looked at the sun
o i bought me a plum
o i shot a wet gun
ohh..'
THE
END..
***
JDB 12/04/2020
across a honeyed tongue
rivers of wasp-wings star-clasp
upon a mind
and a mug of brine will drum
across a blue wynd
and a plate of silver pulverises
a blonde female scrum
and a killer of kissered guns
shoots angels
o, once when a seat of rind
shaved off false beards
o, once when a sea of shears
sliced off vast tears
then a valve of angels
shot wings with bared minds
..
weavers of bee-stings have rasped
across damp seasands
and a murderer of female masks
strips sex bare.
*
lemon catacombs carry curves and ships.
lemon city drones
dram a dog from bones
and an urban face in an easing dick-throne
dams loud God with lips
and we light the midday lamps
and we brighten
ahh
lemon catacombs carry curves and ships.
lemon city domes
dam a gourde, and easy easter trips hit
lampshades
ahh
we have the focal names by heart: we have
the titles of the marked.
and a bended Love loosens poppy-trade
and baby breakers
swallow skin.
*
the steely signals of summer men
slide winters into coves
the easy shingles of autumn men
slide spring into robes
and a rose of pain
trickles under paintings
and a rill of night drowns buildings
and a hill of christs
arouses the raised dead
.ahh
we have five winds by heart-
we know the Numbers on the chart
and we hear hearts
weeping under thunder
..ahh
the steely signals of oven-men must
turn up nude gas.
Debt leaps away from children
Trash heaps casts
and dumnny dummy casks
open chokey cherry when
babies drive
..ahh
we have the ashen names by heart-
we know the Murders in the dark
and feinted dog-pules
will arouse a pig for certain
*
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 specimens...
..
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
and a bland hornet stings a bee
and a hanger's lip
straps candies across green oceans
and a bag of ships
dresses dusty drips with lotions
and we trample
accidental steeples
..
we took our evil raft when
dyed water swam from death's prism
we cut off our feet
we hurled broods into blue gaol,
and writers on the wheat
take haygold
and riders upon shaved sleep rolls
green knolls
ahh
and a bland hairnet stings cum-hair
and a ramming jet
heaps sex deep
and a berry-beat has to snareth
all cars and every single prayer
.
we took our evil raft when
dyed water swaped easy gems.
..
*
i took a little ride across the sentry stones
i gathered up wives
and my neural mind crosses
closed palms with baby-brides
and i took a little ride across the hardened
baby-bunting whose coded eyes
blink from blindness
o an LA curse dons a hearse as
naked nubile kisses sink inside hearses.
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 gems
..
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 nueral 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..
*
the riders of the evil rain have come to
summon christ from weather
the lovers of the seagulls have come to
summon light from evil pleasure,
and a sea of fins
force rats down hymns
and, o-la, once upon a dream, we moved
easy wives to tears
the riders of the evil ran has come to
summon christ from paper
and a poo in two hands has to murder
blue salts with pepper mother
o-la-la
eyes eat thru thuribles
wives screw hens to roubles
and we spend upon a jacksea when
saint-hooded bagels
are nicely toasted with the use of gem
..
i exposed my ten inched watch
i dreamt about lynched
fruits
but my soft head turned
yet my crushed bed burned
up, up, inside a closed world
,
the riders of the evil rain have come to
summon lice with
clenching winter; and spring and summer
and melted autumns
mate with mods and put sex under
closed brides whose aimless slumber
glows just like mad Mother..
*
the purtive pushers of pandemic easy men
write words upon a pure rain
the fertive kisses of america hisses when
wide birds swing upon fast grain
and a velvet bell
rings old horses
and a sylvan cell
gets locked down where easy veins
crash against blue boxes
, O, once when i was nipped, i sent
catheaded dog-men to an isle of sense
and my mad words hyped
after jackers of day and venereal nights
and a bone of wells
drops pissy pound-coins down swelled
baby rock
,,
the pertive pushers of pandemic easy men
writhe upon the corn
ah, men within women jig for hot bitumen
ah, men, sun-spind,
heat a doddy flower where Bethlehem
erects towers to the cars on mum's cliff
..
Oh a bed of signal wisdom
abuses a dreary broom....O, sirens
snap a bell of vinegar
around kitchens; and an ancient cinema
ravels into filmic fusion
and a reeler of this kiss-proofed world
warps statues with motel screens
..
the purtive pushers of pandemic easy men
write words upon pure pain
oh, heaters of radio listen to deadly rain
oh, killers of radio missions
cries in the radio dark
Uh.
*
fetid blood udders are milked by dilly maids
scented love
laps cow-cream;
and the pints of god grasp a milky tea
and a branded silk-grave
hisses across gold-tops
Uh a swooner on a float has to seize
reeling tears from coffee lofts
and a fetid boat-wreck
wrenches milk-eyes
and, as we dance, a native clotted deck
dollops sorbet upon chill christs
murderers in a dairy cathedral have to
neck a bone of cocoa
and a kind killer in christ's dairy moves
easy hands upon liquid screws
and a bed of unigates will dip de bruise
deeply down
inside
a creamy soured clot-clown
..
...
oo?
*
while very well built, we had nothing up top
while sunny sex milked
cream from angel fingers, then a sea of cots
rocked just like a heart; O, as candy slots
dip a caramel into toffee
i we ride for sweet lusts
and a sex ravine heads to the porn-west
and a sex trampoline
nooses heads under hands, arms and vests
,.,
we are assigned to a jostler of a harness
we are consigned to
eaters of eagle saps
and a bay in a regal raises blood from desked
caners of coded laps
..
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
FINITO?
..
JDB 15/04/2020
la i define a bottom-death; and silk
swallows phlegm
la i derive cheeky time as old men
ride shitty rain
blurred states with
coded sitting arse-milks
la
and eyes poo right now.
bloody blonde-headed fire starters
swallow eddied flowers
ruddy drag-embedded farters
father latrines
and a face under peeing fire
heats a doll;
seraphic strangers fron spires
and Jewish worlds catch fire
.
bloody blonde-headed fire starters
wallow in sheet rain
and faces drop from closed trains
leaders of dreamt dreams
abuse a nightmare scene
la, readers of bent dreams
accuse a dreamer's sun-beam
and a mental castle
leads a lip to blind muscle
and we raided paint
and we shaved suns away from
bodies of rivals
die for sleepers
and dreams outgrab
i cogitate on emptied cabs.
& we float down lonely hills
& we kiss our town
o a bow of fire liquifies sound
& we float down lonely hills
~& a sea of hearts
swallows wavy oceans
and drowned boats grab
a knifed sea-sun
..
uh
radios of madness
swing forevermore
& we float down dirty hills
and we drive a cab
& we catch the sun
& we cry for jacked
beachy bums
uh
blue glasses with cuts
inside an outelbowed face, wallets
pay for leather.
Deep wars shall murder
obolisks of pure purdah
o a wife of shaven faces latches
domesday to eaten fathers
ah
fields of glass
and a rider of mammas
yields dumb gas
ah
piss inside a dream
and a dog of cream
whisks ermine
ah
pitted old men
sweat for a loud grave
and an idol hen lays eggs under
directly at half-past-ten
must read my palm
o ideal magical christs who strum
a penile guitar
have to stab a false cross
and a purse under moss
pays for ivory
and ideal magical wives will strum
cunt-hipped sitars.
a dog of a person sleeps
;and a gun of mites feels for heat
and men run a mad mile
..
the ideal magical wife who cums
directly where clocks cry
heaps holsters when
balded bakermen suck on lies
..
La as diamonds drool then
green wives sparkle?
..
*
fishermen of mermen
hook a fish of flame
fishers of old pain never heal
O a bum of masks
shoots a dolly plateau
and we trip a weird halo
and we dance
..
dishers of dabblers shadow
a sawn radio permit
kisses of rodeos hear grain
shooting dead hits
O
hook a fish of flame
kisses of dead men caresss
dunny cheap glasses
O
deadliness fathers us
..
Uh
*
a haloed imbecile whose angelic mask
shoots God from the hip
here and now kisses a truant slit
and a kind canny female
who pays for sex-trips
enters into nudes as the band plays
O
shots Gods from hayricks
take hay-long holidays where slits
splay porn-thumbs
O
we sever a bloodied mind-hill
and dusty gardens fill with weals
and a coded kind miss
cums
O
and a factory of astounded sounds
abused knitting machines
and the brawls of day
brain-thump a dirty grave when
coastal killers heed latrines
O
time-travels to nowhere
rasps for body cocks
and as body-crocks trip the clock
then idioms of fear
o we take a hay-long holiday to
a hot red beach where skies of blue
set alight to dizzy oceans
la we take a hay-long holiday when
easy lifeboats sail into a
swift heaved length of drowned men
and we will surely send
canoes and yachts to sleep.
sufferers of ragged radios
a soaker of a jagged crow
has to weep under pink eyes; Oh,
once upon a mad mind
eyes burned up and glowed just like
a widener of cold skins...
veins of glistening fathers
fall to death's dreamed feather
and a muscler of a dog-christ heels
aside cats where crows
cry for comfortable carrion..
a soft red beach where skies of blue
strike a lady-match
and my gal we surely suffer
helter-skelters of sand castles
and we listen to Mamma
and we hiss across caves of fever
.
grainy graveyards strike a match
veiny trainyards suck love's snatch
uh uh uh
,mmmmmmm
when out of soul and mind
when out of body
irises of Isis will cut the mind
when out of mind and brain
when out for baby
ilexes of old times suck veins
and a boy who moans
and a girl who groans
will come back homeward
and a crow sings for children
and a toad squelches under
blurred hills where gold summers
sweat blood-pain.
ram deep powders down graves
and men who seeem gravely ill
will loosen skin with easy kills
la la, a bum of bonces star-slave
old kinemas when
grey cinematics cut chillin'
choppered rude wild sirens
.
when out of soul and mind
when out of bodies
irises of Isis will cut season
and self will soften wisdom
and a bird of night
sings at the edge of light;
O-La!
O-La!
and a mental dog cuts
cured curves where butts
seal canes in nuts
..
rutters of sweet death cups
easy queasy breasts
putters of sweet sex rests
beneath blurry berry-nests
and we leap for a mutt
..
Oh
when outside de bodies
irises of crisis cunt-create
luminous and bared cathedrals
,and i count on timed
city damage
and i spunk up on my mind
,,
Oh
bleeds upon a duped cold Cross
and the marks of Man
serve drinks to old grey Pan
and the roads of Love
glister
and when out of soul and mind
and where sadness chimes
then a naughty lying bird
lays silk
and tea-dregs dam cut milk
fatal stations
we hurried to sex as islands
banged a bad mansion;
and the caves under seas
noose natal waved suns and
what with chalks, sticks and
fatal natrons
we buried a bone in a banned
ocean banner.
a cocking horse and a funeral bride
we are rocked when times
hurl a statue at a chair of eyes
and a stationary idiot mind
sticks flashed fingers under eyes
yeah!!!!
Ho!!!
Eh?!"
...
END
JDB 18/04/2020
minders of sacred rivers
ignite raised lovers
and a bending fever feeds zithers to
coded photographic funeral pyres
o a leering moggy
mines deaths
and a gun of sex shoots dead sex
and a blithe star-saviour
glistens
minders of painted rivers
ignite a crazed blonde spire
and we ditch doom deniers
and we pitch for Loss
and we dine upon a baby jesus-cross
..
Oh..
spies of violence
wash blind hands in souls
and a bed of money
stashes
one billion funeral lobes,.
the daughters of the death-deceived
hasten to a midnight hour
the porters of a blinded flower
tree-bind bones to waters
and a bed of snakes
causes reptilian dreams
and daughters of deniers mix up
de fats and de flours
..
a cakey pissing pusher of grey sluts
writes upon the corn
a shakey hissing vulture
spring-cleans a sun of dawn
and a starry skein
lashes usherettes to cups
ah
hasten to a midnight flower
and a belt of binaries
bellows about a strapped lap of babies
and a sovereign hour
kick-starts a broken heart
ah
underneath blinding doom.
the easy orange counties where i made
my easy sex-death
has come home to see a boy in a grave
o a bier of ash
has come to slash
easy castles with brains and suet
and a bony sash
sinks a belly into a bun
and we look at the midnight sun
..
the easy orange counties where i made
my easy self-death
has come home to see a boy on a blade
o a tree of mash
masks up when
baby-buntings have to suffer old men
,,
once upon a bad mind
i jumped true sense and blew women
ahhh
the jacking jackals of the dead
arise from heaped bruises
o tapping angels hit upon nooses
and eyes beneath ivories
lay waste to easy nunneries
o hacking kind coughs capture wasps
and a bowl of wine
whines
,,
once aside passion, i heard the sea
crying for a murdered country
and a bed of rice
serves spice to mice
and a sea of brine
drowns in a blown mind
,,
the jacking jackals of the dead
arise from heaping bruises
o tapping titters trap salt sluices
and a silver fish
swallows lips
.,.
endlessness shines like a fayre
emptiness cries like a prayer
..
O
weevils under old abandoned oatmeal
suck maggots from wine
la la, eagles under souls
lash dogs to sleighs
and a worm at my ear hisses under wheels
and i watch blue wheels turn
..
weevils under old abandoned fishmeal
cut jackets from worm-brine
la la, seagulls under dolls
lash cats to veins
and a worm at my tears kisses under reels
and i watch the blue wheels burn
..
o once upon a bad time, where i made
dog men leap from marble
o once upon a mad mind, where i played
dog games with Madam Candle
I have to sleep in the vast past
and me and men are a Venus underglass
and the fatal focal penis of a flower
has to weep for the day
and a day gives way to night's power
and the nights give way to graves
.,.oo
suck maggots from brine
ha ha, swaggerers under eels
suck a cat's head from heaven's mines
and we dig for daisies
and we swig ald rabies
and a flukey fast boy
is overjoyed
,,
Uh
eyes were unlidded once
spies were blind writers once
and a bad dog in a mouth
listens to a cat's tongue
o eyes were leaded once
spies where fine lovers once
and mad words set sail
for easy tight Japan
..
we have the birds of Israel
come cheeping at out door
we have the curs of Ishmael
come creeping under wars
and a ward of wetness has
a bad mind for its girl
and coded city garden
chops a laden city voodoo
..
eyes were unlidded once
spies were blind leaders one
and a bad dog in de south
listens
and we have a horned angel
crying for Abaddon
and we have old missions
weeping at munitions
and we told the time
..
Oh
dropped
i once had a vernal girl who
overwashed her hands
o i once wed a red world
and when clocks trip sands
and when crocks spill vans
then my vast closed body
will noose a sea of screws
.,.
once upon a cove, i moved
all my brains to tears
once upon a toad, i smoothed
all my veins with fear,
and i am reeling in the East
and i am feeding from Japan
ahh.
overwashed her face
o i once wed a red world
and my mouth feeds fountains
and my teeth cut mountains
and my bad body
brags about soda syphons
and city sirens burn
ahh.
all my veins to tears
once upon old weirs, i soothed
baby kisses with
grey flowers
and a cot of ice hits upon
scarlet sorry suns
and a moon of masks cums
deeply down a dippy gun
ahh.,.
that faces would submerge
fast bodies into christs
they told me when i was formed
that stasis would purge
all men and all sad knights
and coded passing fields
will stop to love
medieval rubbish
..
endlessness slides like a snake
emptiness glides like a lake
and we weevil under lice
and bald worms seem nice
all of the time.
these happy hatless days when i
cry for endless praise
have now eaten underneath eyes
and a bride of days
marries sex to skies
and a mind of summer cuts graves
with delicate decorous trades
o
once aside a mind, i heard the dead
weeviling inside a gourde
and a worm of words eats birds
and a dizzy maggot at a nerve
has to hiss across blue tears
o
these happy hatless days when i
cry for books of clay
have now written poems for knaves
and my bed of iron
fashions body sleep
and my head of zion
fastens bulbs to meat
o
we dreamt all about the son of man
we feel for the wall and
heap lice upon bald seasands
and the Leda at the back
lays right back upon a chimney-stack
and there is china on our brains
and we walk a long march
back home, where old museums
play histories to arts
o
cry for eaten glades
have to hiss across a vale of blades
and i curry-comb
a horsed cunt whose stallion flava
rides side saddle in five winds
.,.
la la la
ah ah ah
we will always suck on foals
and the mind is filled with
live lithe faces
and the sun in lunar rain has to fix
old teeth to flashing roads
,.,.
THE END
the soapy cinemas where i made my trade
hip to a dizzy filming snare
and a shop of slides pinions dials with hair
and the drying shampoo of the laid
lashes usherettes to vile screens
la la
trips to a giddy filming prayer
and a store of light ignites the world tonight
and, ah ah, we are the visors of the grave
la la
layers baby-tunes into waters
and the kinematic void swoons, and laughter
serenades dogs aside blue lip
la la
skip to a body on the rise
and usherettes of silk will always show lies
and an old-time chock ice
must palm cinematics as bellers of wide wives
and the audio towns where auditoriums
radioed a city's american sun
ashen layabouts crusade for a hot bald day
stricken under shouts,
me and my bonny girl head into drought
and a green shield buddy
tree-hangs an oak apple with a mummy
and we are in the mummy cloths
and we are raised up high where daddies
pour wheat on sticks
ah
o, a lion on a cliff
roars after dogs as a laden mamma's valley
drags veins for tawny
heretical lips;
and a teeny in a kiss
clams up deep inside
and a lawn of lice loops maggots into galleries
ah
underneath blue veins and masters
me and madam varlot have to shovel bone
deeply down a mansion on a tiff
and a house of gods will
serenade death as green nights fall down
around a fazed town
ah
..
chalks and tunes and ticks
tan a feline hide
chalks and runes and sticks
ram a canine bride
and the sun at night enters into rain
and the mind of light
shines down from pens and hayricks
./.
FINISH.
JDB 19/04/2020
there is a spinning lover
pinioning my soul to a clasped mirror
and all the worlds of death
drink sin dry,
and a bather in the sky
slides off inside blood-ruin
and there is a soft woman burning sex.
we will hire a baby to a coil
and the pyres of Man stroke a drip
and the tyres of Japan
turn a dolly key in a paddock.
o there is a sunny singer whose flava
hoops skirts with veins
and the number of the sun jacks rain
and the thunder of the reined
hammers daisies to horses
..
when an alarm of graves spits soils
we will hide a bobbin in a moiled
starry idiot diamond
and a ship of fools sails into drivers
and we heap grey sirens
ahhhh
burn for the king's canary
and the eyes of nudes
seer a blind mind.
,
*
the mental stains of a whipper's world
sweat mush
the scented veins of a snipper's world
sweat lust
and a grave of dust
drops muds upon girls
and the seasands learn of drowned pearls
weevils will concede maggots to grain
and the beds of death
cause fatal sleep
and a dream of veins heats a soft mane
sweat musk
the spreaded trains of a ripper's girl
drop dog-rusks
and a bone of vaginal night
centres domes under darkness
Oh
then we will cum back
homeward
and cunny canes must cause welts.
..
*
ashen eaters of oestrogen have to
jack the dogs of war
ashen beaters of coded hens have to
jazz inside dog-claws
and a mind of mush
must eat bled musk
and a skein of clay crashes upon
blue headed cock museums
o islands in drams
dress cake with water
and a skull on the ride hears edams
dropping coke into sedans
weds a daddy to a dreamer
ah, a copious curator of a sad son
sweats optics
and we skate for bread
and we raise the dead
..
*
the waxen wide bushes of the dead and gone
strangle beads with bare hands
the waxing blind rushes of
deadly diamond crashes under closed drams,
and an isle of doctors
drizzles rain with fire
and waxen wildness
sea-handles cobra thrushes
.
o the wives of evening scatter smatters
o the brides of heaving
smash, and we have the eyes of March made
keen as the dead
and we drop darjeeling
and we stop the ceiling
,,
waxen wide clashes cut capons on two
la la, a boat of bread
sails down to moving pictures
and a wolf of wheat
rams a soft yield
under the Thames where sky-dyed dudes
the jammers of malus angels
snap an anvil from a stape
and an ear of corn
snaps coded cochleas
o we used the ear to find hot tears
and we listen to the dawn
covered easy candy with
green flights of dogs and kids
and a grey easel
snaps sex brushes
and we eat into weevils
snap an angel from a stape
and an ear of porn
craps upon eagles
and seagulls storm a snake
and god's sight is stormed
,.
fay fazed sex-architects form
blue braziers
grey lazed cock-defects swarm
against pissers
and pullers of kissers
crusade for cunny grippers
the hired hills are burned
and a whore in a pylon wires
radios to weeble mien
,,
*
we are eager to pray for father
we are mental
we are bombed by day
we are stoned by night
and life leads our veins to water
ram daughters into grey life
and we pray for de father
.
eaters of robins must heed light
reapers of dauphins
will slip a tear into wept larders
and we buy dolphins
and we ride to drowned lovers
..
the easy shows of midnight
ram brothers with instant mummas
and a tree of tramps
begs for city grease
and we ignite phlegm with feathers
,
once upon a mine, i saw gold
crying when eating a mined soul
and eyes fly
and minds writhe
under mallow where men heave.
..
*
salty soothing parcels
send stamps to cradles
old eaters of candles send mussels
back to sea
and a writer of the void
stamps a backbone with a boy
and we sail for anvils.
have to dine on whelks
o, family flavours
must kill death, and incest
dances with the killers
and sin looks in mirroers
,,
salty smoothing parcels
send stamps to tables
old patters of pushers pile cables
up, up, where
a dilly demotic snare
traps a coat inside blue angels
,.
once when we were too young
we cut a wrecked flower
and we listen to a TV tower
and we hiss inside blind lungs
..
Oh
old god pulled down his nazi knickers
rolled love spilled
easy brown, and we ride from kickers
and pull lace from hills
o, o,
a dolly in a mace
defaces doggy mines
and an aged drug
drops down false plugs
o, o,
pigged eyes laid waste to mammaries
and i have entered once again
into the green zion of the waterbead
rolled loveage resounds
and a blonde book about lazy clowns
serenades dogs with lipped
vulture rock
..
we have summoned darkness under
grey nests
we have seasoned deadness under
fazed necks
and death's drawn lever uses thunder.
,
Huh
And christ pulled down his dunder knickers
ha, a rite of dolls
dragged mites from foals
and a light of Downs hits blood with coal
and we seize bled skippers
and christ pulled down his dunder knickers
ha, a rise of wool
wraps dusts in sandal bloods
and a computer love-byte hastens to cold
and a father to a rude height
wraps razors in huge water
then youths and mamma will clothe
a baby-bunter with a bad body-flower
o as christeners of pure silk
stain girl-satan, then an incher of foals
will certainly ride into the veins
and christ pulled down his dunder knickers
and Life pulled off its sandy skirts
and a worm of ice
sticks slugs into mice
hah hah ...
..
and jesu dropped his violet kecks as hurt
spurted arrow-seed at seas of pert
city dreamers
and a bath of hammers sailed a toy sail
beneath a wintry summer's father-veil
and jesu dropped his violent handrail
where, blenched, a bleaching of mien
snapped verboten comers
..
o as a baptiser of red milk saints de whole
banana body of christs
then mules sing hosannas to a sea of rice
and demure decorous dolls
drain a shitted lip from winged angel-bols
..
once aside a bible-mind, we heard night
snapping blind day inside blind sight
and a bone of blown blood
bangs upon a stoned dog
and we share rats with cocoons.
..
*
what with diamond gizzards smoking sails
what with diamond rivers
raising arouser's pints from golden tails
we will certainly have to quiver for
thunder dusts and doggy sedan-cores
and we are riven to the blue bone
and we are driven under
blown balls of bedded speculum-thunder
and what with diamante killers
come crying at the mashed bit
we will certainly have to stone rolled nips
and blood nipples on the moon
share missives with cocoons
and a wallop of a whipping boy heeds clips
shedding sweet seed from a blue moon's
tardy caned clitoris
..
o-la the digger of a salt-circus has to
soothe awed hands with bruising truths
and the skein of the colour true has to
save dark birds with spun screws; and, la,
as we ride to holy sleep
ha, as we glide from country heat, cars
will surely blind us with dog-dayed scars
and radial riders of the Thames
will certainly hiss in the tears of the Towy
and archangels of thunder-nerves
will crisscross cellves with blunder-curves
and maluses deafen cold cuts with
catty heroes of messed slut-clips
and a crooner in a bed pan shoots slits
with cranial fingers
ahh
what with pullied pusher men
plying dots with wives
we have to hasten to seizures under eyes
and we pull a pisser from culled seasons
and we drizzle milks upon cunt-tribes
and we heap horses beneath blue knights
..
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 shadow 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 snood
shoots a leather baby...
and laden mangers feed sleep with
tawny lovely buzzer worlds
THE END
and dreamscapes thrill with painted seagulls
we will serenade a winged table
and we count to ten
and we shout
and we drain the river Thames
O
as a bed of splinters hammers dust, musk
ravel into boned minds
and we count to ten
and we shout aloud
and we act piss-proud
O
once upon a boat, we sailed for dolls and
easy riders of shrouds
heaped hands upon ermine.
.
*
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.
*
these daddy-days have to
summon rocks from pits
these sassy graves of men who
have nothing left but lips
must fasten dogs to coded crews
and we catch a nightship
and we count to ten
and we ride to death as screws
car-lock freed prisoners
deeply down under closed skin
.
we count to ten
we hear the bells of Men
we shout out aloud
and the seas of sin smatter after
blorted city cries
and a scarlet scissor-man shafts
coastal butters with
silver lips
and a purple mirror-man carves
sylvan crypts
we count to ten
we heed the cells of women
and we count on sin
and we scream after children
;
*
we have the mummy words by heart
we entertain a dizzy feather
we have lost our favoured counterpart
and the trees in space
sucker dirt sewage
and we cut a soured face
a driver of darkness devils after men
a leader of sadness
hangs sweet keys from old deadness
and we fuck into darkness
,
we have the mummy words by heart
we entertain our easy mamma
and we arise from
sweet stains and midnight murders
and we danced
.
all god's days
*
the sirens in a silly drum
drum for the sally boys
the seasons in a dilly sun burn
up and up,
and a scissor in a stream
washes naked gals in rivers
and sirens in a silly drum
drum for pawed bad joys
and we strike a match
under a blue bonfire.
..
a mother of darkness slows
everything right down.
As a moon in a mad town
swallows pleasure,
then a van of christ resounds
as we shoot heather
the sirens in a silly drum
drum for deft daisy girls,
five seasons in a filled sun burn
poppy messes
and flown flowers yearn
and torn bowers turn
and pigs in a plait sharpen
eaten barbered scribes
.Uhh
gide and coastal kids harden
seed and opened figs
affix phlegm to grey gardens
,,
*
catacombs of money melt metals for
sex alchemy
and a slide of gobs grips to a grey
leaded family
and demure gold is made from dust
and we roll inside old sussed
breadcrusts
..
catacombs of money melt petals in
a bastard gilded oven
and the songs of Man
abuse a bastard onion
and we swing, swing, swing
ah
a bad coss crossed lettuce hands
vegetable anorexia to
cookers of rivers
and naked trancers hang truth
and we are given
unto prisons where closed gibbons
get licked and locked down
..
catacombs of honey melt menstrual
baby chains
and a wrist of veins
dons a timed bangled scream
and we understand
nothing at all
but we always knew everything?
O
*
bad receding nuclear song
sings about bombed Eden
la, la, we learn about evening when
doobies leap from stemmed
body-semen
and wild seams inside Eden
scatter salted xmas seasons
under brawls
and sandy balls are held beneath
loud cases when
bad receding nuclear song
swims for the midnight beat
ah
a canny cage of killers creeps
up, up
a dummy stage of illers reaps
dust, dust
a daddy under rage
force-feeds his lone lusts
and a vanned rolled jeep
scars lost wars forevermore
ah
criminal easels paint seagulls
eager oestrogen on the rise
rams thumbs down wives
and we sink fires into dulled
ambulance friction
ah
the splintering sphincter of
droned daddy deaths
cause tree-trodden bottoms to
shoot a blind moon's
meagre madam shine...La
La La
La
uh
we have the wicked world
stuck down a tin-can
we have the wicked girls
transfixed with salted pearls
and a don of lights
burns, burns
and we have world-nights
pushing burned palavers of birds
when, curved,
a bustard under curs
dog-dams octagons with ferns
and ferns strap their seeds
across a funeral, Oh, sleeves
purse coppered lips at
a blue-minded transceiver.
,.,
ciminal easels paint seagulls
eager oestrogen on the rise
rams downy teary thumbs
and we go to dirt now..
*
these bludgeoned days where i
lay my salt weapon
have to dig for a hearse of eyes
and a biddy on her wagon
hisses
and these hammered dreams when
blind horses leap from kisses
hem after toys
and insanity's veil lifts a ring to
wideners of pharaohs
and sirens sound the shit-tips of
dunny bedazzlers whose
wakeful silver sluice
snaps a vegetable noose, O, Gods
have cum here today to
dine with the schizoid power elite
and a train of glass
crashes in the underpass
la la la
when a bell of baiters swings masks
where a cell of fishers
fish after mermen
then a bowl of fingers
will sink piped hands under vast
body shapes.
..
times flow
eyries glow
flowers throw confetti at the wind
times grow
eagles crow
and faces hurl a berry under spind
daughter brogues
..
O, we count to ten
O, we shout for chickens
and a cage of christs
craps upon rolled mirror-men
sss
sss
sss sss
*
when a hot crime of cradle vice
feeds babies to mad thorns
a station of petrols burns up fawned
porno chicks
and we are the porn chicks
and we saw a finger under sawn
thumb-fevers
and a bloated moon bulges with
a seam of sad beer
and a lamp-lit rider of the dawn
slashes toads with squelched money
o we hire nudes from Spain
o we wire some shoes to salt-rain
uhhh
potvaliant lunar skin suckeths up
an ogre sex-planet
ah, we feel for vegetable granite
la, we feed from messing summits
and a waker on the rise
opens up an eater's mind where
old pigs spit kiddy grain
uhh
when a hot crime of opened cars
collides with Lady Caviar
a ship of cellves may stir the stars
and open out on a corpse of
hot-heeled murmurs
and we leap from Mumbler's Hill
and we listen to fast krill
and we laden bone withe flour
and we bake the cakes of powers
uhh
potvaliant lunar skin suckeths up
dollied plutocrats of squalid cuts
and the marbled shawls of kid-sluts
burn pearled wine to death
and we glister
and we glitter after
candy caves and coded lemon
neon sister misters
uhh
when a hot crime of cradle vice
feeds rubies to eyries
then a bol in the blue
scatters salt across colour Nice
and we bolt loud halls to truths
and we own truth's diaries?
...
heltering under wards, de noose
star-hangs masses
skeltering under boards, de noose
car-crams dresses
and radio planets harden up for
weekends of wicked scores
and radial granite bed
comes just like a statue's
flying fall
and headmost lips are held to
blonde shapers of virtued
body-panic.
..
as we tap red liquid fingers upon
milk-white mirrors
then we grind grey fevers down
eyes of pinked salt-suns
and talons of mad men amass
affixing shadow to naked gas
and a manx on a wheel
hears patrons of penon ash
snapping tears with blue glass
and ashen ribbald ruiners
drop wine under dreamers and
once above a time
dogdayed stations heard crime
shouting at dead minds
..
and a hot crime of cradle vice
hips to a mill of christs
and a shot clime of easy life
comes homeward
to find a film of lords licking light
with poppy-tasting creepers
and old boys in buggy prams
sight sods with festive nippers
./.
O
O
Oh
the end!!
…
JDB 25/04/2020