& these domed words I read & write

Lay green waste to rode robins. O, midnight

Lams a layered face with

Breaking bent bacon; & the kids inside pigs

Pace for birdy brawls.

Underneath a tree of nerds, we heat halls

& the maces of a starred nerve

Lock a wormy finger where a sea of brigs

Bangs bodies into stalls.

Anxious peering pill-men rig

Stoned summer studies

& the baby in a pall

Will never end The Fall

& the ashes of stunned humans must recall

Red herds & mad Christs.

&, lunged, we hit on swallows as dead light

Dips to shadow.

*

& we shall dine with crocus eaters. o,

As lamping hilled men sup ooze

Then we shall dance for cactus reapers

& the duns of men dream of lotuses

& the birds of Eden scatter hands.

& we shall dine with crocus eaters. o,

As glinted fathers drink news

Then we shall dagger after sunken Mumma

& the birds of Eden scatter loosed

Pattering plumed hens.

As the sadness of blue thunder cracks

Hydras from ribbons

Then a blind TV teases old radio. Old

Issues of slammed lovers

Heap old dregs where cured souls

Rabbit down the summits of parted foals

..

Aside to the dead & dunged, a musing crier

Kills clocks with kiosk-killers

&, o, we are dear to crocus eaters

&, lo, we are searing from

Blue brides & distant cum.

Eh?

*

In the sides of a nice naked dude, we will notice

The wild wives of navels. O, as a sea of faces

Fawns to death’s fed feather

Then, gun-found, a dreamer of lubes lams

Blue birds & body-money.

Underneath Ides, a crocus-chewer cuts clams.

O, the cemented cemeteries of the shut dams

Odes to pissers;

& the nice slides of the sex-killed

Swarm slotted sunrises with lunatics.

When once a knifed serum suppers after

Dolly drills & capped scissor-laughter

Then veiny tree-chapels toss shied cores where

Mother courage carries kids inside

Loamed dolls & mid-wives.

I hear somewhen soon the jackass of

The sun, the rain, & the hairless gods of

Caged cunt…

*

As a cagey canny killer rams down a river

Then worm-razors will

Rap daughters in dilly paper; & death’s mirror

Shines day against refractive night

O

As a cagey empty killer murders minds, then

Tawny crocus-cries will

Wrap worn fingers around a pissing hill

Lo

& the dames of Easter tip a cup; & wet men

Widen for pinned pled needles. Under women

We ride from shitted sleep

& we urinate upon a flex of wheat.

Where once a washy git guitar smokes a car

Then the tears of teemed flava

Fucks a veined snailed pistol; & cumming Mars

Sinks a pled picnic down a labia..

.

As a cagey cunty spiller slides up from hills

Then pottery pealed mothered dills

Sink salt swank where beds reel

& piss-petted porcelain

Ends, & saline cemeteries lend bud to shocked

Dairy dumb Alice.

*

When once loud minnows turn to meadows

Then scalded lours of darkness will

Billow into sweat cunt. Under hills,

Struck dolphins pee in evil human eyes

O

& the rended sinner of the killed earns spies

& the emptied empires of damp & dry

Sunders washing babies

& the scented smell of rain lifts gay skies

& the loneliness of fathers

Craps within a crocus Venus

O

When once loud pillows smother paint then

Listening vampires dig bald gals where men

Shower invisible guns with

Tie-dyed dollar dares…

The laden leaders of the grave-mown

Vanish into hair.

o-ho!

 

*

Copyright Jim Bellamy 2010.

 

*

c/o school war (by Jim Bellamy)

*
What with windmills flowing under bivouacs of prayer,
We will surely notice grey houses under fear;
And true roads cure cars with caravans and, o,
When once we consider our true English martyrs
Then genoas under feathers will
Suffer a slighted sea of punches
… and eyes glow like killed
clever illness.

Ah, what with pulsed peeled tentacles
Avulsing passion and pain, you and I will
Lean inside a spoiled street
And counter-attract
Giddy tarmac.

 

*
O we searched under moonlight, clambering too high
And, sundered, our ocean kite died.
The mean blast of wind-slipped pools found our eyes
Eager to bleed and writhe.

Through shunted sired blue fields, we caught out
All well-read lovers who kissed for drought
And none of us, even if dead, understood the drive
For dills and diamonds.

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

*
And an ionic shirking bed of beads
Bangs clamorous catted corn dolls from fields of reeds
And, when one wretching for closed keys,
Then jeerily joking by, a night-lit killer rides from
Cited eagerly eaten spot-lipped salt guns.

Where the silence of the local church gabs from
Renascence darts, then shabbiness under teas
Broil fished baits where Ponte Vecchio butters
A tawny teased tubed tongue,
And, o, as blown apart as true witches,
Male venuses vaunt after Florence and old suns.

O, underneath a Chinese sky, the sold saviour
Bustles after beer and star-layers
You and me.

*
When thunderheads spiral into space, then a wild drome
Is nailed into a church-chidden city-
To move, a masking venus will suck naves from
Bound sloth and sleep.

Trilled trees dip laxative leaves inside a rancid gun
And starry silver men scatter a swelled sun
Against luminaries and liquid statues.

Mean groom, jeered doom, sex-seasoning willows
Weep for reeling star-releasing weights of
Smirking cunt grapes
And a stagnant dilly doper’s encounter with
Robbed rocky headaches
Stops where startling summer
Appears dammed
Under rockeries and schooled thunder.

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

A rose-masted Venus holds a slide to a messed
Mentalising nudie
And wedded wights whip weaved death
And smittles under laired cock-crests
Drop a calmed candle in a cave of
Baited buttered bodies.

O gone to pure ugliness now, evening chanters slug
Brigs and ashes.

*
All
Allusive
Immense and bustling mini men
Suffer the dear and droned.
All
Massive
Intended and interned women
Suffer the seared and loaned
..
Columns underneath
Crazy vamping temples rend
Masted venuses
And
All kids who understand Bacchus
Appear to overpower
Jupiter and Mercury where
Old lamps swing in a gentleman’s chair….

Irreligious, perhaps, or else fed to
Moon vixens
You and I will come to tear
Teenaged fish
And cunny colossus
Cuts
Religious pagan pled puts when
Sex plies for cabby crab women

..
‘Are we near home now?’
,,

*
O all male light is negative –
Eyes have sown tears where empty sedatives
Paint luminous shadow with tree-trekked mind relatives.

The sired soul with cede will smack ghosts inside papers-
Eyes have thrown tears when empty expletives
Paint illumined kneeled fallows with sea-decked heart palatives
And, wound in willows, we hear the fierce sun turn
Westward, where a shrill scraper hazes up in burned
Hills and wine-negatives.

Where a pliant foetus in a sad rill rots and stops,
Then blenched bridled beer brides
Sup cocky cocoa.

*
And, pushed in a plod pram, a strange girl has walked
Inside a faceless pool where confinement’s coda stalks
Sowed shone illegitimate estranging orbs
in another mind, perhaps, we would plod for
scented lunches when the depths of school war
slivered across a keen lunar stalk
and we will perhaps try to cry
and, o, as we hear a cry of death riding
deep, deep inside
a schooled town where elderly kids arise
from out learned tributaries and moody messed haired lies
and a bruising gift of a slag
crunches on gamed bagged bully brass men
..
The prisoner within is hugging our student memories
As if teach-possessed by sucked spongiform
Flies and custards
And the local focal fascists who preach booked bastards
Will surely rock for never-forgotten-cane
And, lo, we hear a hollow school bell
Knelling in our tears where shone shoes and bad brains
Build us a bricking in of the boiling
And, uh, as first thirsty frenched kissers cram swelled
Uniformed echoers
Then dizzy wide whiteboards smarten verse-veiled
Musical mathematics
And we are shaped from a dumb earth where
Indolent spastic’s dinner spoons
Rock and rock deep inside a kidded classroom,
..
What with lies and damned lies and then autistics
Weebling their dumb way to coded school city, gymnastics
Drifts across empty grey emptying rooms,
With thinking ghosts confabulating inside private pupil’s sadness
..
..
Someday, too soon perhaps, the dyslexic in her poet tower
Will come kill us deviously?
Or is it more perhaps that bookish bowers
Cut all keen trees down?

I will chase after children on bared school stairs
I will tutor-chase all of us
Back home, when
The distant local past of keen staffed women
Shoot chalk
And keen staffed tutored gold men
Play happy as pulled staff stalk
Educative missiles
And the footers that shoot sacked lies
Snap a darkening field of
Caged taughtened teachings
And boggy blues stab shoed mind-mitching
Wide joys.

*

All too cold to suffer the punishments of
Ghastly gob, we walk inside sleep as river gods
Suck steel from our concrete devise, and, o, as gods
Darken, then sparkling seraphic bods
Shaft tarry self-sex down a tree of dogs.

O, the star-spilt subways where we made our salt mire
Shafts down ten pence as a placid mind
Decays into coals and Atlantic coke-grimed
Gulls and mined wine
And, when shudderingly inhaled, a peeling fag
Infuses puffed laurels with coaxed cigar drag…

Unfounded, we suckle ironed drawing-boards when
Peering stucco windows
Appear as if dunged from windy whipper meadows
Ah.

Bedded by bulldozers, danger, subvention and delusions
Take speech from skin
And thrill-entreat dumbed dogs and illusions

Voila!
*
Copyright James Bellamy 2018.

*
O, ma mary was weeping while
Earth and damp sponged away a son’s
Keen cruel smile
And the dead chose to awake where guns
Shot sculpted sundials.
.
So much appeared vague now, and sense
Reeled under love’s thumb
And the lazed gods of the dead welcomed
Sniped air where
Infinite light slapped lightning
Inside a blue world.

Mad ma mary chose to cry for god
But jesus was born where god
Played for dreams…

If we might touch the hand that love
Shaped for us, then we would surely
Arise ..

*
And I had seen death before me
Never watching the oblivious dark,
Have never sat for too many hours
Hearing the hovel of my dreamt heart
Keeping hold to gilt rain-
O, your spirit appears pained
Ah, you seem filled by
Childlike pain and fuelled sea grain.

Infirmed by skin, we are born to
Awake to sin in high season
But we shall awake to find
Love’s tears raving under
Chinked nerves and father’s
Endless drawl.

*
There is a glib scene etched upon my mind-
As ruled agony shakes me, then timed
Sea cities
Ram dusts against suns and sedges
And the darting dogs of law
Crash
..
While keeping hold to two sliced hands,
Eyes drink themselves inside
Lammed tears, and fields under clams
Suck ferine oysters
And dizziness under papers neuters
Painted penile plumes
..
O
As we are entering a dreamt kingdom
Then we play killed.

*
Where loadstars level loss against keen grief
Then an acquisition of pharaohs fathers
Men and cribbed meat
And, lo, when once a killer pride rots a lover
Then pierced pyramidal pantheons weep after
Feathered teds and cum-washed laughter
..
O- a cantering colossus carries
Knifed knaves where bodies
Burrow lodestars within pivoting puled
Blades and spooled
Onion daisies
,,
Endless kindlers forego
All fierce remissions
And god plays dead.

*
When the tenacity of a conjuror
Casts spells under magical conquerors
Then an illusive sea of wands
Rams honey into rabbits
and a rat in stoved hat has sunderers
laying waste to doves and split spelt gateways.

Today’s agony appears too deep to name-
O I heard my own name
But heard a murder on my name
And where mean gods of pain
Penetrated my tired mind, then
Startling magical memories
Appear wasted by illusory sun traffic…

There is a constant struggler in this framed
Poem farm,
And poetry sometimes swells like
A fabled faceless moon-magic
And Magwitch sups a sea of light.

*
Even now, I can taste the emptied street
O, when under vows, I can taste sea of town-sleep
And the neural nebula which corrupts
Delves mental thrones for sea sluts.

O, this side of an ironed old city, nuts
Crack against a seaside
And the instant gods of words stammer, and buts
Crack cavers
,.,
Riven inside grey ash-weeping eyes, I
Shovel shriven sailed salt where
Charged pewter peed prayers
Dig hands into
Evenly spaced colour true.

, does dust dream for
Sneezed whores
And does real life suck wards?

*
Bulldozed to the very bone, timed paralysers nebulise
Nailed salt clinkers,
And hulled by domed fathers, we may suffer
Puled pillows and easy rites
,
A lifetime of sonnets rocks lithe generations where
Ladied lazy latter-day scrive-
Dams horsed laverocks spring from
Ignited claved rockeries-
Tubular screened headaches
Mould mouthers where guns
Sex-session cum-stemmed masted mind rapes
. o

Now, suddenly banished, urban dove-drakes
Shop seabirds for
Endless thieving boat-warded rizla lakes.

*
O that time when I chose to clamber after faded beeches
Then I witnessed a sylvan shot gun,
O I saw bled sliced bread tracing tops where red suns
Rode from east to west
And, sold to soft deaths, I chose to slam a dumb
Leery city where a jambled jump of war
Lent beds to slept deaths.

The bared sun-bedded spirit of a loud moon
Served a sexy liege to a lunar star-spoon
And, inside gentle riches, parabolas of pores
Pealed green picky moss from lying, benedictives
And,
As mobbed mates
Swim idle cobwebs around a heavy lake
Then the Sun will be burned
Out
And the sheltering brain
Will spin like a female sonar babe.

O the night I chose to climb my window sill
I saw a slivery lobed star
Crying, and the families of mazy debs will
Shatter
Just like a soft bell.

*
O did it have to hurt just the way it did
When we appeared departed from
Heaven’s blue branches- are we now lit where
Half-senseless poems read songs to pulpits
And did we ever suffer the sun?
And did we ever suck love’s gum?
Or what was it we never said?

Of mental witches, I shape our silent earth’s
Pungent world pool where
Mystery pomades innocent bulled prayers
And
Annals of thunder may well stare
Deeply down
Inside a hollow endless town.

*
Silence has a licence
..
Three red rooks slide inside a moon-wreck
And rush against violence in a galley
O two loud lashed sparrows peck against
Mauve valleys
And a woodpecker lammers
A masted Venus where shells swirl by…

Endless winged acrid revenues send paints
High up where widening window-feints
Cruise across
Bled bannering brusque burlesques
And, ah, notices of transverse tears
Drop a lunged pool in a cured curved cross.

Oh, laird Byron, - was thy easy death
Drowned under fishy sex breath?

Inside limbo, dog eyed veins lead us to
Limitless nothingness-
What with stone transepts shaping
Blurred blorted beaky endlessness, then blued
Bed and board
Drives due West where the huntress of screws
Touches treacle
And love’s Caucasian funeral
Traps capped sea rats where nudes
Noose
All giddy men.
*

O defining hearses light up the dark

O defining hearses light up the dark
Fallowed by gassers who scheme in the park-
Crossed ill shadow cuts soft hearts
And thermometers of thunder sire
Gilly female ghosts
And, twigged under glass, female hosts
Shine where bright sin
Scatters stars on birth’s shores.
,..
Outside of us, where snipped sizers dance,
A naked nudist nightlight incinerates
Widening woman’s sweaty nitrate
And, ah, a tree pokes out its bony arms
And rips ringed leaves from
Darkening jewelled sun guns

Within a rejected sex style, a banging sea snake
Is charmed by cunt-rain.
*
O as I begin to quote then poets under dead seed then I
Appear prearranged by gods and angel men: old sea wives
Entreat dodgy drapes
And, when once a faked whore gets caped,
Then a boldening bed of beards
Sea-slams all fair peoples.

Outside of us, a jeering Moped streakily crashes for
Wept whined dust worlds where prisoned boors
sack arms in engine waters,
And the slackening arrows of grey rain
Warp us within doctoring domes where old laws
Mouth mouths off…
..
O, caressed by motored mountains, citied loss
Dreams of Paris
And we will find Paris in London?

*
The indolent mellow moon hangs like a bright hag
The violent yellow moon
Maddens, and, laced, where once salt bags
Hang cunts from cartoons
Then quintessential beauty, dystrophied under tunes,
Swallows all bruises.
,,
O I saw Florence - I awaited so long for
Heated sex beliefs
But the bullets in a bounce of whores
Shot parabolas stoned dead before
I could open up love’s front door.

Hereabouts, dark suns seem dirty – nude decay
Cuts Leviathan from pierced nips as budders blaze
And, la, as a curtain in a pout-elbowed grave
Stops

Then sex plays killed.

*
The lost hilly traveller unwinds into bedazzling fields,
Woven inside wept wolves and cat yields
And the sodden sides of a green mind
Fellow fawns with watery beer blind
Drunk goddesses.

Here, under stars, a mortal car’s cinemas
Shows reeled seas where blue countesses
Claim candy crowns from
Dizzy wives whose yelping priestesses
Shoo the scars of bound
Bully basins.

We may well marvel at renascence art but we shall
Interline garlands with lineaments of skulls
And we may well unravel for
Evil dells and midnight wars
But, o, as gritted laxates lam loaded dolls
Then a mighty knighted Church
Lays blue waste to Peace.

Underneath focal gardens, balls
Dance, dance
Forever- and steeled diamond-brawls
Suffer suns as starry signs
Stop flown flowers with interfusing
Bels and broads.

*
O where fazing fast city fugues
Impassion wide geese with fanned nudes
Then, as thunder falls, we will hear
Enamoured easels painting coded tears.

Shabbiness, bone-made, bridles fears
And blanketing body smears
Sully sniffs with struck stoned roods
..
And as the rods and cones of wars
Retain no beauty or light, then dudes
Will certainly empower us
With lily limbs and central sex pus.

Only when the Pont Vecchio
Detains silent duty will the Ids of lust
Interlink staged statues with
Larded finger fluffs - sense suffers

Blown babes and filmic sea fathers.
..
..
O, as our creased cartel hearts
Smother dolls and darters, then art
Shuffles off
And smittles may well mark
Cold graves and statues.

*
Ah, all of a keen sudden, I hear a frosted swallow
Praying for eagled glory
And, linked with stories, my open mind must fellow
Laden wards where closing bodies
Ring dire dolls inside a dragged dim drome where
A glistering golly prize
Pegs pushers with vaginal vixen brides..

I was watching a televisual sea as a sea-gull’s snare
Laid me with richness where
I buried the first haloes of a fete of flowers
the cindering gallows of city towers
dam cheese with public powers
and, draped from kids, a pub of heirs
tallows tripped titters with
dunged bells and blued belled beaded slain pigs.

just yesterday, I was caught nude as a candy kid
caught men dying,
and the wrought iron sunrise where closed lying
lends ears to fucking
must come to noteless nothing?

*
Well-found, where lichen lobbies after
Rathed robes and father
Then, worm-shadowed, a sea of saviours
Sups candled cured mother,
And, o, when once a mean male maker
Cuddles caverns, then
Foxy perm-bakers
Lend nude tears to scrunched mermen.

O all too much life has been lived for
Goaded gossamer and dark driven wards
And the blind bods of men will snore
And the mental mods of men
Must sucker snipped zen as
Vastness volleys bivouacs of green dust

Up, up
Inside a rolled world where weak wasps
Sting beds with hornets
And honeyed city hairnets
Sally sawn billies with green-glazed
Daubed daddies: we shall hear gas
Grabbling after gabled grass
Soon?

Year after emptied years, renovative glass
Swells up for
Thinning city stores
And the shivery slates of the emptied past
Cut shop windows
Down.
.
Ivories dapple dogs with Downs
And the eyes under brass
Swing for ebony clowns.

Smittles have laundered hearts,
Gables jam rendered darts
And urban corbans within pasted puled carts
Rot just like a heart.
..

*
As a cash of houses strangles coded city fields
Then a farmless sea of angels
Awaits bulldozing guns and tunnels
And the wastrels of coded stone-deals
Motion mental sashes when corded cunt mussels
Meld deleterious town fancies – diamante gunnels
Shoot piled pillows with paralytic
Teetotal antatriptic
Viscous vaginal cock-dipped
Dog leaded
Rhinal statues.

This boat we are sailed in appears antiseptic.
Dull star-shine compresses us within mind-frantic
Drowned dreams of
Sickly alligators and pursing pleasure-paved
Dampening glided marmalade lays
And the torn teasers of minge-made gods
Drug doctored drains with
Forced fires and trampolines.

Underwatered by scentless nectarines, we will scream
And spooling mind-fractious fairy screens
Must sun-slave a dog of dust and a fixed dairy
Dung-grubbing ghost of rills and ice-creams.

A lifetime with a liquid wife will divorce closed cribs
And blown brawls must hit
Bods and cunt-shit
And, o, as dibblers drag dames for tits
Then cantering cantaloupes must swim after
Wax lips.

Uhhhh…

*
Oh did we once overhear the flash of gods and tears?
Oh, did we defend our eager pelmet-seated weird wide
Drastic tawny theatres?

From underneath a farming Dionysius, we surprise
Plaudits where rape-roaring Sophocles
Rams Euripides with Oedipus and romanced
Romantic Aristocratic
Punched cunt and rapine Medusa’s wormy
Serpent head of tragic
Pornosapphic blue veiled stage-slides.

Be stilled…
And glisten now as we listen to the dark
And then we may mark
Olympic bods who appear sucked from hard
Mental movies whose horny arch
Cuts coded thesps from wise nudes and carped
Penis-paled prosceniums
And, o, pacing Plato cuts Socrates
And, lo, olden earthy Grecian summer sleeves
Tuck bodies up in a modern city’s
Chained dog war
And ancient nymphs neck a tied
Round of rotunda and clown-cries.
./.
Where teemed flattened urethras shed saps
Then marbleized relics move
Back home, where men and craps
Wed wool wives to obsidian sex snaps

Eh?

*
It is rather like having one’s eyes out for Xmas,
What with the visual day gone down, eyes witness
Wound up skate optics where visual viscous esplanades
Roll a roving star-picture where
Lobed stilled steeled life shuts wines-stains in snares
.
Christ seems to behave rather like an objective painting
And the rods and cones of a filmed Christ sees ceilings
Feinted under fast frames and sandal canvases
And the laden liquid artist has
Crammed lead markets hidden in his stained mask.
.
Wintry starry hedgerows burn, burn
Ah a window in a hung fern sun-worms
Widening widow whores that cut a cockerel’s firm
Pull-pliant tainted river of sun-floured
Beaten easel sperm
And corrals of daubed plastics interfuse
Eared shearers with leaded dabbed urned
Greasy teats and Van Goghs.

Will-fed with a spastic’s spoon
We go up like a pink baboon, and iced terns
Trickle where boozed parting boxed bread burns
Dollop markets under
Mackerelled arty thunder
And beds spin around
Fan-fingered waste-sound!

AMEN?
..
*
Copyright James Bellamy 2018.

*
Inside an obsidian mind,
Outside my bed, inconsequential cunt keeps
Sex-experiment with seeds and candy wheat
And, o, there is an experience of death’s spine
And, lo, a sea of kids pokes tongues inside
Swung sleep.
Why should I claim to own me; death’s bride
Sweats for walloped weddings
And, singed by wards, as blown sky spies
Espy a moony shredding
Then motorising malachite metes webs to
Woven scissor nudes.

Here, where we lived, a siege of carnations
Gallops after bled weed
And the strewn spies of God greet sleeved
Pursy paled receptors of telephonic
Radio sleaze.

O we are cut from the death of us
Ah we are shut within
Darlings and female prison-pus
Sss

*
This city’s concrete union saws lemons from
Sun-toothed green graves
O a mean nave drags beards and guns
Shoot moon-tided blurred lays
And this side of a swine, a ravaged seat of boys
Sets fire to wasps-
A dullard of a son-lode laps prickled
Rotund prison cloths
And the dunged noisy nostalgia of loss
Enchants the purple ghosts of one billion crossed
Blind farm..

An apple’s sour father hurls huge cores when
Rusting rotted plum men
Rot for sweet xmas
And, oh, as a dog in a dram toasts men
Then dollies
Dream of human women.

*
Underneath an ice-cream crown, we lead kids where
Home is fuelled by sweet ice
O, a sexy sunny sorbet points at viscous pain where
Loaded caned carts carry thrushes inside
Mental sausage vans and whippy wolfed life.

As sparks of seed stab an innocent bloom, light
Fills a brightened sea sky with white midnight’s
Bar of blades
And as windfallen wares
War against a sea of wine
Then penuries of Venus extend armed snares
To caved cunny vaginal
Salt smears.

As proud larks sing for a savage penis paw
And where lobs listen to society’s stone store
Then a line of monkeys
Will surely lend dogs to moneys
O

I champ lips of grass - fierceness
Fallows a wet clitoris when a piling penis
Chops apses
Into tall tearing rivery corpses
.,.
*
While wrapping celled stars in blind wind,
Claw-toothed ravaging sperm swine
Cut smouldering screws where old wind
Farts under caned nuts
And, nude as lust, we stab a bloomed
City’s killed garden where the lips of glasses
Don snow-blind babies.

Playing for scrapped sleep, we hear celestials
Ramming city slightness
And the blue grey orbs of a city’s sadness
Rends hot whored tears from stone madness.

We will play cast and marooned for death’s
Multi-basked bound scissor chest
And eyes flow like drinking-fountains?

*
And if I were tripped up by mental sisters
Would I understand
Fractious bound women, and if I suffered
What should I intend for
Nylon knickers and love’s sex-war?

Down pilled nets, we hear a soft score
Bagging flowers within openings
But openings appear stored
Deep, deep down
Where pistils under budded Downs
Dream of natal clowns.

Your wound achieved in my town
Lead rocky reeves aside a blued browned
Pall of pears and dummies-

Appled seizuring plum-red biddies
Neck a gem-glued spark-
Gibed goddesses lend bodies
To old-fingered buttoned haversacks
And you and I will answer back
To all patted parental heat-attack
.

Staled pikes lend lenses to circled
Synergies when the Osiris of bled sacs
Scissor dames from caked sine clapped
Beeches of bones.

Uh

*
Inside an aftermath of hipped heap hedges
A keen night sleeps between the veins’
Bright green granaries of dark and light: mean sedges
Feed Keat’s to father,

Eyed sleep speaks poems under versing
Swirled grey manna
And, o, when Indian angels season
Keen henna nights, then a blithe city’s saviour
Leads chalked car-cunted swum cadillacs
To passing passion’s castled flowered
Pressed rooms where we shape our failures.

Foals, it is true, canter when far too young,
Picked ponies, with maned horsed plumage, thrum
After gabbling green stable-scrummed
Untidy shackled sops.

O, the lovely sides of a febrile city
Vanish into prayer
And, rogued, afterwords for beckoning pity
Piece forever
The wind-wells of a flower’s
Withering endless garden
And the scar-lit urbane life of leisure
Stops dead.

*
Old youth and I squat beside a splendid moon
And the dreams we expand on
Can asexual wintry loss-
Bad boys brag as babes stun
Ditties of dolour and languid crossed cum
-
Sheltered closed men pay to feel alone,
Ideal roads crackle
And, led to smoothed lenient bones
A crabby courier of cemented apples
Pop chopped cherries with
Fulcrums of felonies and gaoled drips.

*
As we see febrile noses drip, then we lose
Mean city snots to melded nail-files, and closed dudes
Becalm the seven seas of
Escaping exits under drawling esplanades where
A slappy soldier gets killed at peace-time.

Hot pelmets of impassioned guns and wine
Rock a gunned mind’s
Clacking salt grenade of shot bell-blind
Fay beauties who died for England’s eyne.

Never a keen word or an entrenched whisper
May clarify the mad clarion of soldiered
Lamed lives
Never again for a mean world or a sister’s
Wren sea-gate where bombing misters
Drop,
As dead as a body…

As early warring squaddies suck up
Vast avowed seats of naped necks and cuts
Then we will cleave us a caged
Imprisoned bell-starred hacking
Home coming murdered warred men.

God lies in keen wait where women
Welcome deaths back home?

*
A deranging dotty girl has walked
Into the fast rivers of my life,
O, she has shown pain under me as
She bolts proud shame to love’s door
And she has become obsessed
With weaving wedded wind where
Naped necklaces
Cut tragic sylvan bodies from
Another time, a further sea of air.

Too much keen life has been done,
All too many maimed lights have been
Torn from hands and heights
And the entombed barn where suns
Struck guns from giddy cock-screens.

Oh, I can still overhear my dunged
Badly beaten bared body, and, hung,
We will surely hang scores with dreamed
Neon bitten sex-scum
And the bad word I breathe jumps
Bled boys and slashed cunt-rumped
Penile sawn streams.

Baulked by riders , I will arise
And dirty pigs will live at my side.
*
O if only god could abuse a human telephone
Then Genuity would surely
Speak for a dialled mind? Muddy microphones
Serve holy schizophrenic overtones
To forged hands and pursed lips against
Surly stripped receivers, and rayed life
Sups shortening loose connections as Christ
Dawdles for forged trips and celled
Bladdering wired men who summon wiped
Wetted answerphones: when shaken tree life
Axes herself, then green boughs bewrayed

To dark starkly dunging drones, then
Rebuffs caused by coked ringed huge men
Snuffle after a kindness of friendships which
Lift a cell-phone
And salt sex stickles down the deadline
And hoaxes, heeled, seal raped lipped wine
O

Invidious slit-minded cranial cunt-climes
Slacken
And rippled mentalis sees mines
Cutting schemes of guilty grimed
Hard hauled plastic ships
And hard hauled mastics rend cold shit/

The impassionate flower of fed dead men
Drools with jonquil stems
And mad hands give in?

*
Copyright James Bellamy 2018.

*

Hand-gnarled by fondling nut faces, a vein-leafed lovely
Guides impassioned fevers through the lazy
Sun of Man
And, lo, I see an old stone being hammered to
Seasoned caged Woman.

Wet crazy lives link coke with cravats and, nude,
As motels and villas
Enpowder blood with killers
Then, o, dark-clad children, wharved, cut rude
Manx manes and rivers.

Patient as patent parents, a bad ball in a snood
Cuts us up
And veined clouds cut
Out.

*
Gone to sea-gulls, a skinned raft of riders
Drowns torn tides to bits
And, stunned, a baby in a slip
Feeds of creamed dead milk powder

Poised upon our family, a fathered fire
Separates from salt seed
And ingoted guns suck
Blamed beardy bleared fuck.

Five flashed ginned fingers in trees
Are axed fast away.

*
As lemon tasted nail-varnish
Covers cruel milked redness
Then gauche razors cut deadlines
And, sown from flava, supped vanished
Fucked gal wives
Send torn sex-towers where
We were once born to sleep and eat
And pay a gilling mind to snapped sperm-wheat.

O, it has all been said before, and there is
Nothing left to do except to dream of a kid’s
Robotic infant shadow
, And the more we aim to befriend
Keen kids and value
Thence gods, under statues, must star-shend
New city jewels and coned city hens.

*
And how now shall our endless minds find mental dreams
Forced to waste?
O, only if we taste a poet’s tree and its dead sea of
Lynched fruit-taste
.
A red bird-song serenades cavatinas of sex-waste
and the natural aching beauty of the sun
sings for swifts and swallowed guns.

Ah a napped kitty of cuddies cuddles a cute
Swell of jewelled dictated magic, and, uh, a suit
Shroud-clads one million divined dining
Dark anorexic cubbies where arrow-root
Slaps gold sashers outside teemed topplers
And a keen cantata of the easy dead put for liars
Ah.

Of rain and sun and seas and sky, I will play
An old role where young sprung summers raise
Chilled beautiful female fjords where criers
Are wed to sweated old-veins
And the ghosts of gritted pain will hear fathers
Haunting blurred teachers with hell-sided lovers
.

Cold kids in small spaces die very long, and,
Hipped from spun sails
Vile bodies bend, bend, bend.

oo.

*
When skinned jewels sparkle too much, then countless birds
Will emigrate to numberless rivers
Oh, of rain and rum, we tip our tipsy sea words
Outside Agnostics who race after dark mirrors
,,
And a sunned sapphic scarred blather of beds mouths
Mounted maws that give gassy cinders to
Blue city grates.

Lo, we appear unfulfilled by our eternity, and, once
Moved to hot tears, we vie to shed
Lemon limbs when
Wept woolled chap horses raid glassy children
From paned pi and pissed high spunk.

Where we sat and talked till late afternoon, we
Lost track of fear.

*
The blithe and bastard prisoner of the rain
Hugs gaolers with chained city hands, and, o, when rain
Raises rope from greenly grouping barred cold keyed
Locked pities
Then rivalled loped slop-out
Suffers dark dinners.

Too much of our life has been spent
Sundering boozing worm-widows with cock-bent
Cobwebbed spider-gloom
And we must shape our fatal dreams where scent
Perfumes poetic blind-rooms.

Just like pled porridge at crack of morn, dents
Parade after lock-ups and closed
Urban grafts
And, o, where once cold graphs on the wall
Scale death, then

We will group and watch
Children on prison stairs wandering back home
Where straightening felonies farm for
Sloane-dollies.

*
O to dance on a ranch shaped from English leaves
Should feel as nice as time
But, under spun ice, we melt inside the mind
And the mind-gods gob angels.

While shrieking like a keen lash, we warden
After slain and gigantic feinted futures
And a world under fire
Dements the ache of angels.

An impassionate fermented sky-robber
Paints mean ashes on a fantastic father
And, sound-sized, a corpse of killer tears
All-subventing angels.

Wards in the war of men sink beds
Deep, deep down when
Flinging, swelling sea-men quay-wed
Palpitating blown angels.

O
Made hotter, made swung from dregs
Then cold eating fainted father future
Dams lusts with angled
Donny Dom Daniel
And drapes darken mother earth.

*
O before the true hospitals were built,
O behind a blue stunned hostel, salty sour milks
Was chained to brusque cured acids.

Where molecules of fierce traffic avulse from
Conductive mind ashes, then a skein in silks
Enchain queens to filthy charmers.

We have always perhaps built our roads wrong-
Even now, beneath our tears, I can hear
Naked bull-dozing cemented fears
Dropping.

There is some kind of circuiting mind
Supping teas from life
And, oh, where we walk for an old wife
Then we trap a sexy suburban tigon where wine
Displaces
All gardened roods.

*
Past all ashes, when directly ahead of us
Shrilling mad moggies seer for a feline’s crust,
A dulling darkness where sense comes to dust
Flings spied apples against
Shied binned booked tables.

Dredged from drabbles, a fast flame’s cuss
Hexes curled cured horses when
Careless widows roll windows
Down…

Throb, throb, throb goes the whiplashed
Car of kind kids
Blood, blood, blood flows like a dick-dashed
Carpark raised from picked
Plummy child fools.
-
Orchids under porches will set fire
And veiled doormen stride
Nude cabs and flown pyres
And keen bunting boned canine mules
Race till drowned.

*
My god’s silence
Appears as cold as deep
Bad valleys
When god heals violence
Then sad galleys
Freeze.

This summer sea has
Amadeus for a son, -
As jived pianos
Play
Under divine haloes
Then
Vaulted glass
Sings.

O I would take
A gal
My schizophrenic state
Will rock for
The fats of sex
And warring death
Ravels
Down
Inside
Bared borrowed
Teaselled
Treed wives.

& I am
Alone
In a stone
Uh?!

*
Copyright James Bellamy 2018.

*
And guilty female gods will blossom into sound-
The empires of the killed cut playground
And, o, when once a handbag full of weed
Lams lady loss
Then eateries slam slapped plats within the Cross.

Oh, nettled knicker men daub the fussed
Fiddler of seven easy wives
Ah, wetted kicker men daub all lust
With chisels and floury cake-knives.

As we capture our own photographs, then
We will negate all men when
Idioms of negated negative screwed men
Ride half sex saddle.

*
Our eyes appear sail-rodded,
Stunned men, laid coded peace,
And the aisles of the steeped hear corpses
Withering within closeted
Star-sailors.

As we sat and talked of rain, then horses
Rode us to small pieces
And, gelled, a doddery body of horses
Rides for gold dust.

And there must be drought in city heaven when
Rathed lovers become chilled as women
..
*
These poems I am thinking off
Appear like broken sun-loss
Oh, as youth turns to age, then god’s gloss
Feathers fashionable razors with
Blinding scissor sparrows.

The dearest dell of dead Man suffers old kids,
The summons of a bell
Rips knellers from vast brass vids when
Boned birdy bakers
Baste bad litters where cognitive closet men
Slap passion’s girl-back.

Fine and intimate families find tac
Sticking guns to English glass macs
Closed keen macadam
And merciful barrows mind a swung market
Ahh.

Integral cells annoy pothered trunkets
And the clearest truth we tell
Leans back in a dentist’s chair, and hell
Telephones
The lovely sides of a pornographic sea shell.

Laconic fathers volunteer for bones
But bones crack
Up
And then electronic eyes of stone
Slap cured razors when
Blue bunnies bang inside sloaned
City bodies.

Against all keen weather, drones
Suck false flowers.

*
O the day plays dark, o, the cars of clay parade after
Concertinaed city laughter
And, as a bled bod baits father, then mother
Will feed forced milk to hereafter?

Pinned under pleaded sleep, man and old masters
Revel in the arse of dead shore.
the tided truced tripped lip which wars for
fished fissure men
ignite swung jazz-gorged
seas of stunned star-fire.

For better or buttered worse, a luminous hand herder
Shuts spastic fevers
Under urban glazed wards, and old feathers
Fan five winds.
*
A chained history of temporary river men
Weeps for god’s defence
Then old yellowy nicotinous gabber men
Jabber like pigs and women
O.

To whom I may address an ashen speech
May well be riven in the ground
And the kids of bed-covers
Ram fairy thumbs in petrol, as lovers
Dam a ramrose with chilled cunt killers.

Someday, a human cigarette offers us
Splendid ashtrays: the meek will puff dust
And severed love heats smoked dust
Clamming spotted pipers with
Coded fumed sun-sprigged
Burned twigs and cell-cribbed starry saviours.

Depreciating under fire now, luggage flavours
Loosen as smelly milky traders
Summon vacations from vague sea-bearers
..
Halfed by country favours, a field of failures
Vanished into deep rain.

*
At break of day, I heard a whored widow awaiting
High hills- the first born was held when
Radio ceilings ravaged
Pliant city chickens, and the spires of carnage
Scutter for
Fast funerals and the tiller of the poor.

A maternal, miraculous sun snares kissed wharves;
Knit patterns on its head will
Cut green ochres from dunged deaths and boors
And the shrilled boring stars of gills
Gabble under drowned hired water.

Tears stream from tragic air as bivouacs border
Warring wolved kids of
Endless summer orders where Love
Sallied a solitary slum.

*

This side of love’s tsunami, a dolly in a valley
Varnishes dogs with lips
And the slide of god’s cold grip
Sucks summers from a drip
And this side of love’s tsunami
Wets a sheltered winter’s bed.

Of litter-strewn men, I shape my cause
O, summoned by apple-claws
Digs scrawny swine inside a closed ward.

As veins catch keen fire, then laden words
Suck this earth
And die for spinning poems.

*
True silence has an ineffable need to
Sin like a Soto a Hearses
As Sappho says a prayer, then purses
Open out into bags and blues.

My mouth is held in distant readiness for
Cradled men and gun-rocking
Child war
And wharven men bedim grievous clucking
Human hens.

Because I should take again a sea of hearses,
Because I should know again
The riven rivers under sundered grain
And, made neutered, cats inside veins
Lam layering loss with
Eyes and romantic sauces.

O I will question for you about kids
Then the noose-knotted killer of kids
Dies forevermore where
Peacocks cry for planned pain.

*
O the families of the thrilled snap relative bones.
The slowed sleeves which pull about the stones
Came hanging headmost domes.
The seizures of the stunned glow like a lover,
The canting sliding gun of the dead awakes inside murder
And the ganglions of the caped and killed
Sash hot female wode.

At very last, contented with a hot drug, men and milled
Hasped hairs where the schism of the sun-stilled
Goes deep, deep down
And cornucopias of sex must swell underneath
Cemented masted Venuses
And the head of John on love’s platter
Bangs in a forced hand.

Where once hapless dreams interfuse drakes with dada
Then blown beds bend
Outside all sleep.

*
Underneath a bridal wintertime, you and our cold home
Worn-burrows where snaking city stone
Runnels under bedded cited screwed damed cities
.
All too much has been said about us: dumb daises
Greenly group and grope
Year after trickling year, the moon’s bald head.

Lunar vixens sunder silly wise owls that moan
After soapy scudded bled baths
And the cunny coasts where castes heard Joan
Jeopardising
Napping baulks of renovative gaoled red
Night-maring Sunday’s echoings
Of Christian fayres and fire-prayed forgiving
Confabulating inchoate private sadness.

A tall yet strange little girl has walked into
A confined space in erratic scenes of blued
Blinded penuries
And she has no need to smile for enemies
o- she has no life to ignite
And historical female prison will delight
Estranging silver bodies whose sea of night
Rocks, rocks, rocks,
Oh..

Some day in a house on a hired cliff
I will shape my way for
Deviant lager, and then I will taste fists
And sex will toast a sea of lips
,.
THE END.

*
Copyright James Bellamy 2018.

*
Outside a keen mind, shining hearses boom inside
Soft shrilled city lights
O as a jeering stone horse carries soot into lies
Then imprisoned beds pronounce sleep
Dyed in a dreamt skull.

Nightlights drearily test for a litmus moon
And the shaded sides of a winter’s cold wound
Pokes out eyes with surgical spirit.

Marrying to a hoarded hospice, a dying doll
Marries a postmodern nurse –
The drilled hankies of a loud hearse
Doctors flyways when
Bars under digs enspade
Old men and empty ties.

*
All things appear prearranged, all suited endless quotas
Appear predicted by
False god
And, o, soft rain, wrapped in blood, seems
Attended by tarots and Chinese dreams.

And we will shout at prophetic female wars and
Moony entrancing vixens
Supper after futurities old hand.

Handled by flumed pastimes, timed tans
Tuck a swimming clock inside
I-Ching and impossible wives
And we ease our impossible tree-tribes
And stop, stop
.
Croft filled shadows on a playground wall
Smile then fall.

*
Faraway, hidden amongst veils and ashes,
The naked sun of morning
Is drowned in its cold brightness. Eyed by
Wide eyed naked geese
A sickled dream of deceased seasides
Cut a fluid sedge from a sun-lit jived
Car of sex and music.

When crumbled under bridges, still light
Blows harsh bones from cliffy midnight’s
Dark rained pool,
And, detained by panic, when musical fools
Fallow felonies under stools
Then blank bodied sex fools move
City stones.

We are revealed to a tragic family, and
Hung between stalls, caked bread-bands
Cut buns from baptismal baguettes, and roods
Lam closed pities within
Soil-gnarled city sin
And, lo, we will surely save nudes
And cease.

*
The witnesses winter wind has blown away
Punched rain,
I come again
To swing once again worshipped dead day.

Here, where giddy feet push stone, then
Pended burning mush
Sets fire to summer’s cremated glory: as men,
We bully our swaggered feet for
Seasons of striding autumn ward
And buttery interfusing moon-moors will end
..
More stately then ever before, dark women
See fired shopped life
Sending guns to sea Christs, and elbowed wharfs
Crush salty tilted soured milks
Deep, deep down where
Dappled blacked holy hair
Topples tonged blanched coddies.

*
The fat yanking meadow where I was laid down
Widens into tragedy now.
Plaited beachy dancers swirl under clouds, and
Mile-long sandy fathers
Sweeten sods with eels and crab-netted mothers.

As plummeting sea-smoke rushes through towns
Then, riddling crushed cake-crumbs with clowns,
Naked deadening monkeries
Summon evil ghosts from dread nunneries.
,,
I sucked silent sweetness from milled masonries
And motorising mad milked families
Hire holidays when
Scrapyards cuff cunts inside bloused memories.

O, the daily dead where we buried cooked men
Stopped.
..
*
Sweet lust, should I sleep for heaven’s whored daughter
Then you will sunder wept walled gardens where
You and I slipped from a stone chair.

Please, sex said, how clean and sensible you are.
The next cleansed salt-cloud
Rinses rotted roped rained sperm-drowned
Vaginal mitched plane Mars
And oh, dare we read too eagerly, ah, if only
Our lisp for city poetry
Lamped us deep within a rocked baby’s shroud
Then digging dirty dimes
Will spend dollars in England.

I am a young poet whose headmost figures fall
At the end-stopped spire of a yawning church hall.

Dusk comes for me from crushing tights, and drams
Cut my organdie grip
And peddles of pips defecate on lips
.
Dam all papered writs, let fly the spunk of scrams
And doll deaths forever.

*
As when your salt tears scalded my lips, then
The moving wept sky endears
Coded love with impassioned sweet men
O

Aside these tender sweat-snatched movements
I hear right now
About the vales of the West and
Where a fog of blue and grey
Choke romantic wind-waves, then fears
Must open us with choked buried
Murk and cheery crowds.

O and red youths and I haloed summers
Deep down
Where vacant frowns cried alone, a rill of Downs
Dragged an upended sky statue
Outside a puckered poolroom
.
And I will tear pink nails,
And I shall soar high above a female sex-sale
O, so close have we become
Ah, how dead seem the stars in a gun?
..
>?
*
Clucked out, a teeming spirit of eager prayer
Howls down the city skein
And, made eerie as true night, a car of air
Vicariously varnishes
Vanishing fingers, and sheet-stunned pain
Perturbs an upturned ghost of gain.
The miracles in a tea-spoon
Swirls a sweet sugar prison where rooms
Soften and closedown.

And a blue chiffonier ports paddlers inside
Bended brothers, and the snapped twinkled tides of
Drained drizzled green gods
Appear as if performed on a burned slapped stage of
Magic penile vaginal circus god.

The damming cities of a wild mind
Shoots dried stone-
This sea of babies when I hear laid Love
Hanging gay-bags from
Wheat seed pollenates fay slags and fast fog.

O we stayed here just one year when
The banks of our poverties paid under
Miserly pylons.

*
I will not put off my death till a sea of craps
Earths itself under silly joyful canny cats
Ah as we boomed too easy and too late
Then bastardising bitter rats
Will put off our deaths till a sea of snakes
Unashamedly ordained by passing
Blithe hair-dying
City-masques.

I hear the loud noise of children dying for
Ostentatious fairies, and, lo, as bible-broads
Stoned everybody then I saw up high
Combed sad hair and tawny female lies.

O no, I shall never put my death off for
Another sultry day
. yet there is time for hoping
After wills and biblical god-lords.

*
The sad moment when you said
‘excuse us, sir, but we want dead?’
Has pinioned soft sweet hair in my head
And, o, what with keen ochres and pearls
And, uh, what with coupons and worlds
Then we may well together impress
Salty saline socks with blood vinegars and curls
.
Whence somebody else wantonly puckers up
Then a crisscrossing ashtray must cut
A crashing tree of smouldering tea-cups
And the piking pinked bosom of the sea-shut
Pokes out a pig’s tongue
And discerns dolly drag
And faceless bully gabs recreate
All of the emptied bruised bible.

O for better and for worse, we knew that muck
Would thrust a bedded Venus when
fro
Snips a radial rotted rose from
The town and its wrought
Devilled sweated chippy chapped children.

Loudness emerges from an arable moon
And closed seas outgrab.

*
Copyright James Bellamy 2018.

*
Where apple blossom laid upon our eyes,
As a country raised from sun, a Sunday’s wife
Observed rectors spiralling
Against the sea and mind.

We sat and talked about thoughtless lives,
About the stars in the rain
And the idylls of another time, and pain
Renegades within.

The April wasp who stings under veins
Sups lonely jam when
Closed beewaxmen sear inside the two
Blonde hands of a fierce Lady,

And, lo, a wintry wonder ghost moves
Sex and veils,

*
As if from buried wisdom, an Apsis and a dived worm
Seek male ricotta
And the fiddlers under Ligula sear a fern’s
Dead strutted gulfed garden
O.

As if from buried missions, Hypnos under worms
Weaves sunlight within snaky Medusa
And, like a Hymenopteran prayer
The ghosts of duded scrawl shuts up!

And we will maybe float away from a loony
And we shall certainly pee on the sky’s roomy
Masoned milky sex-shambles
And idioms of grease will compare us with
Ligula and a conferenced star-angel.

*
O all the barbered while, when we walked from thinning hair,
Then, while haversacking under field-fayres
The son of joy sauntered into a fallen sea of bared
Arched angels in Oxfordshire and Lancashire
And robing radios from
Lewisham and Penzance.

O we shall behold the hymned honey of a lion’s limbs
And we will unfold
Masked mandibles against blue tears and dizzy winds
And, asked by Barbados and Brittany
A shrilled tocking green family
Saves Janus with Athena
And eyes clasp coke now.

*
As nimble as a queen rat, bats must form
Delicate dainty parcels from
Snowed blue-cots
And then sun is roped.

Fine inceptions huff blonde cum,
Fished incisions puff with a gun’s
Shot cunt parrot whose rolled ribbon
Snaps a starry slope.

Made clear by crests, shapely drums
Drag dun legs across crashing
Infertility - a wake swipes lasted
Fine fossils
And jazz is soaped.

Mean men die as dollies rustle
And sad integrated blue-eyed cradles
Shutdown.

*
The fast-fanned experience of night and day
Leaves diurnal imprints when closed graves
Strum nocturnal nudes with
Harpstrung keen killer naves.

We, the two of us, contain winged waves
And, lo, as Io scutters under bruised day
Then loaded tarry chuggers
Trap tocsins inside gold drays.

Wide fathers fall from a fixed family,
Swiped lovers crawl from clasped medley
And, lipped by gall, a tongue in a belfry
Tocks around bulls and blades.

Small sunny suns slide to sleep as daddies
Rend mamma from baptismal lobbies.

*
Without a funny guise, we will roll a mind
Where dodgy dumb ills run from the fields
And the stinking strength of keen things
Sharpen dilly wind with fast fists and tar-quims
..
Skipped and buttock-punching, as profligates
Brave a blind gale, then fossil-ferns and magnates
Lay dreamt wastes to dungy dabbed
Squealed snowdrops, and spun oceans

Cut phantom killers from integral cut lotions
And, oh, we will unravel down city idioms
And we will cut soppy sound from
Dirty racers. As mad models munch
Mango maces

Then bled bitter fingermarks must stun
Sealed hospices and furled melonic scissor guns.

Whole bound bins bag bracelets and
Green daughters dapple after mean mental Man.

*
O sweet child, fathering mother, family,
How now, from fierce thunder, does your body
Carry cartel tears to
Love’s forest?
Answers lay in wait for a sex plectrum
And gobbed geezers jam guilty peace as hornets
Swing their big sting for
Love’s gun-rest.

Whatever we choose to parry must storm
Awakening sweet paths when pylons flex-fawn
After city stools and
Love’s lingering strings
Stash salts within
Bods and ashes.

Eyed conquering suicides cut hymns
Down, to city size.
*

O my father and my mother’s never-endling
Dream family
Heaves immaculate songs from sung tragedy
And the rocks of lady dreamers
Spring cabinets from apples.

The halved city subway where undergrounds
Moan for a five-story truck
Ignite madam macadam with easy fuck –
Ah, where once a ten-o’clock gable
Dresses Atlantic stars
Then a simpleminded frenchy sweetens
Sirens. When shuddering for peel, a

Local cunt locus drives a mean mentalis
Back, back, back
Into a second handed Titanic, and laps
Lob lays at drenching neon mire.

With laden lighters pierced
fast bullies unfound a lake of tyres
and tigons in tippling tears will wrap
dazzlers in naked butterflies.

Half-built laurels leap for stuccos
And a sotto voce carries screams where
Cats can danger, sadness, delusive air
O.

*
ROSCECRUTIANS

And the beads rattled as the doors darted for
Openness and stifled war.
Down in this town, where even evening begins to
Slap scabbed doves under a soldier killed for
A stilled aisled world when
Keen robed digging Roscecrutians afterdark
And the magisters of painted hearing
Cures docks with davy ships, ah.

And the beads rolled as the whores farted for
Aped aviaries and silenced scores.
Downly turned, as massing mornings meld Ma
With a small oozy sun-shaker who suffers carred
Nuptial notices of natal ginned lit.

O not a dear word appears to be said. Old age
Rots in a summer mouth
` and winter killers crap inside a cage
And you and I will live for just
One more tragic oil-feinted day?

*
The remnants of this family were fed to eager kittens,
A sultry pluperfect bear was
Danced for god’s dead son, and, o, where loss
Hurled gnarled goo into a blue country, then fiction
Fanned the farting sails of rape and blood and crosses.

As the locus said Amen! Then teeming radio graphic
Jerked in a widow-stream where sapphic magic
Munged module easy mimesis with
Vanishing tacked tissue men. O, a green of gibs
clamours for the game

And mossing moulders castigate cud-canes
And the family Ide we awoke to was cut and ribbled
With blorted teds and dizzy dallying cock-craned
Dibs and brothels.
Uh.

A ribaldry of mason men rickets after punitive
Floozy parlatans
And the misery inside the North slips for
Pactive willowed star-stathes
Ah

The meddlers of two forced hands
Salt-sham a drudgery of frappes and islands and gods
Grabble whence stem-sainted tassel tors
Crackle under masted Venusian wheat-waived
Serene blonde-blockaded fish-flays.

As when gaberdine men don Nephalim sandals, then
Blown groynes may well
Break up. Lo, slam-sprouted by frapped bells, zen
Scutters and ends.

*
Copyright James Bellamy 2018.

.

as gobblers gripe after gaolers then a sunny sea-drum
wave-rams dykes beneath weavers of night and day..
Drugglers of a money helix hip to a grind when clays
crashdown; and a bell in a stream flows under braids
and a hashy whored fence wets tears with tea-trays.

as gobbers gripe after gaolers, a moony of a mind
has to surely break-up; and a donny inside a mind
helters after suet as a dunny diggy drive car-climbs
fiercely upon thinned air. O, a van of eyes here blinds
welters of wicked reason; and mad maled folks swim

blonde streets awaiting a strange sun and a red skin

as gobblers of gripe use a mike, then holy wed sin
spins around hot heaven's limbs. Death heats hymns.
Darkness screws sin. Sadness bends down. Uh?

*
hell is born in heaven as heaven is born in hell.
a slicer of porn seems clean-shaven. O, bowed bells
ring for rimmers of creams as a soft head wells
deep down inside a fixed creature; and hot cold cells
snap nails around lives as a prison in a blind well
leads memories to waxers of wind-heated citadels.

hell is born in heaven as heaven is born in hell.
a saddler appears killed. Old ponies peal felts
and a bound boned boy-baker bakes meat milks,
and dirtiers of darkness dazzle razzlers with pelts.
Slaying lazy dancers melt into snow's cold silks.

as gobblers of gripe use a night-light, then fins
fish after sweet watered bonny carps; and sin
slices a rider from slaughterers; and cold minge
mops a tomato soap-sud with a papered hinge

blonde streets sing for a dying estranged gun.

*
the street parties of the silver dead drag a cake for
a dinner of bodies; and a rider's bed dreams of wars
o street parties under mind-mirrors melt under paws
and we celebrate drinks as a holder of a hot maw
lays jubilee tables for kinks; and a rider of a bevvy
tea-bakes stables. Ah, once a blind day, cherries
lay easy waste to rattlers. And deaths eat berries?

as gobblers of gripe use a night-light, then whores
have to ply for pints of spite; and a wived old ward
rams hospice heights down pikes. Uh, coded doors
open out on a strange sun as a lady under shut stores
suppers for dirty privates. O, a naked father snores
Dark lubber bait eyelets. Sex molds fucking gore
and we burn, burn as we turn, turn.. END!!!!!!

*
hell is born in heaven as heaven is born in hell.
Rifflers of porn sever gas as matrial bell-cells
rock a cocked gun. O, a bed of ash hits dells
and bled walls scream where homes in hills
hip to a castle-beat; and castlers cry in mills
and hell is borne from drills as hell is saved.

as gobblers of gripe use a night-life, graves
give risen caked head to a loaf inside shades;
and we hear the sun come up in a hot sky's
dirtied burning eye. La, La. easy old dives
drop from out rain. Ah, a bolted beast brides
rolled dust; and we marry Mars as red lives
sink god's goat penis inside a bowl of knives

Oh.

*
carriages of marriages ride upon an old train
o sad cardial sausages grind bled meaty veins
Deadliness becomes us and honey under stains
shutters a vased vibe with old rockets; and eyes
leap to a deaf-blind beat when odes to blue skies
supper for dinner gals whose easy breakfast
rises under coded mummies. Ah, closed masks
crap for masquerades when dollies in the past
are in the fathered cloths of gollies and grey hasps.

carriages of marriages ride upon an odd train
o bad cordal horses grind pepper ponies. Veins
truckle into times as a bled clock inside a brain
hits aside the quarter-hour. Ah, moistures stain
blonde toilets with hot and cold champagne, and
easy piggers of picklers strike plugs from sand
O. Easter eateries dull xmas with easing woman
and we ride from spinneys as a canine hand

rocks a robed gun; and rifled cunt-lungs dam
a babby booker with brigands; and cars crush for
streets of dirt where a vanner of stars hears walls
whipping cavers from scanners. And buds burn.

*
and hell is born in heaven as heaven is born in hell.
Gobblers storm bells. Blown boys brag about cells.
and heaven is born in heaven as heaven is born for
dizzy hearts whose filthy beat baits a cardial cord
and hell is born in heaven as heaven is born in hell.

carriages of marriages ride upon a milk train. La!
a bowl of coots crashes; and an apple in a fast car
cries for dead travel. Oh, a bed of beads has to stir
coded sleep with wisdom; and boiled gold eggs purr
and, lapwinged, a cat of confusion cries after birds

and hell is born in heaven as heaven is born in hell
..
dazzlers of sapphires sink gold into samphires and
we weevil after natrons as outelbowelled hot trams
trip, trip, trip. Ahh. we widen for watts as valvers
slam easy hummers down humungous city slickers
O a bun of bone breaksdown. Oh, a baby sticker
pokes punnets into pistons; and a Numbered river
raises plummy fluffs from green-grey idle fingers
.
Uh.

*
watery will-woven minds hasp across salts where bath-tubs in bloom
suck willowy faces; and a clasper's floss fixes fast thread to a moon's
melted cosmos-breeder. Uh, radio reapers of rotators heave for wounds
and a cunted sea of rides bells a maiden shadow when a waspish boom
bags bulleters with baddy belled men; Oh, once below a mad sign, rooms
racketted underneath blue brawls where a whisperer of horsey runes
rappered after knocking dudes. Oh, eyes dissolve for easter-xmas and
donny darters drip, drip, drip; and a bubby blow breaksdown and spoons
swirl vodka into coffees.Deepening deaths dream of Eden. Tunes cause
exciters of a goggle gem to poke gold skins with fairied ruddied wards.

watery will-woven minds hasp across malts where basins in red dunes
dissolve just like postmodern aspirin; and a vault of hair cuts for tombs
and a bell of glass wrenches plaided bombs from dangling testicles.
Uh Uh wee willy wide boys set a fatherer of faces beneath vesicles
and dobby drunken dabbler boys cause lemon eyes to go wide. Tails
wag for pussy pies. Veils strip a jacked sty. Sails suck after gay nails.
..
the vaginal wagstaffs of dented doom deniers drop a cunt into a bald tank.
Dafflers of crag-castes crack-up. Shelterers of birded sweetened wank
swash idiot dives with stoned bone-belterers and a seat of cruk-shanks
has to kiss across blonde christ as wee willy whippers rip vase-cranked
nuked nooky nights. And we arise from pee as a shitter under lamps
wallows for fired amps. Uh, gods see now the abuser of a bad vale.

*
the harbingers of petrol misery must turn a burning face to the enemy
o sodded head-ringers hip to good dust where an Isis under penuries
pulls a sodden bed from dreamt lips which caress a kisser's melody
and a dog of dens drags a torn maned toothcase; O, rotating honeys
hit aside gods when odals of pled porn pelt a deadness of sex-lunacy
with rubicund worn misery; and the helters of sadness sup a cut nut
la, once upon a swamed mind, a dirty owl hooted after a salter nut
la, once inside a stormed mind, a filthy doctoror of a pigging plume-put
had tp abuse a blue-blind stethescope; and as a dawner of king Tut
tries a pisser for veined vast rainbows; and a dogger of a ferine mutt
melts aside chained corn. Ah, wideners will go wide when money
pisses from a rich bum. Ah, sharpeners of floes fly from old baby
..
the harbingers of petrol misery must turn a burning face to the enemy
ah ah, a vault of genes genetically dusts a shawn sickler's fantasies
and a wife of ducts dunnies after tusks where a doll inside a mammary
feels for titty suck. La La. Invisible sunny lenders bleed bent closures-
uh. Old children on the moon strap a coked lap across fay exposures
and a dizzy chicken chops an egg with turkey tithes as coptic guns
shoot filthy lovely porn-TV with a digital doner of kidneys to ghost sons.
.
the vaginal wagstaffs of the Thames teases cogs with barblers and
ideal pushers of pussy phlegms press a valley bell when small islands ram
doltors of daughterers with planet Death; and we flower for fizzed fans
ah ah. Ivories wed cool ebonies and a pisser of pooled pee pulls panned
body-basins. La!! woven wooden wives weep for eerie Kosher drams.
Beaters beat bad meat. Potions poison sleep. Casement cram cans?

.
O?

*
dopplegangers of doled men dream about sireners of slayed mind-miners
and a dolly on a shrift cliff serenades the sport-skirted bones of a writher
ah ah, weepers of a tea-heap reel inside the china east and coded liars
slander after blue libel as the fearers of the flashed fuck up rolled fires
and we wallow under pyred tyres when a vampy scampii of green spires
loosen tides with happily strangled neck-ties; and emptied dreamt fires
fasten a bluesing rash to a doddered dais; O, as we crouch, then pyres
will rivet daisy craft with thinning lips in stasis. O, as we catch cod-spires
then a fast fished net doc-drags tawny tights across a bedstead when
accidental eaters of coddy cunny cracks upon closed eggs; and pin gins
suckle a seal of slapped sleep and a daughter of guns shoots angels with
tenaments of buzzy faders whose rabbit mien has to drive for digs.

dopplegangers of doled dauphin men ride mind-saddle when a hose-pig
deafens a trippy harness with daggery tides and menstrual oiled-rigs
and, o-la, as we burn for mangered boys then we hoot for a fig-wigged
bonny banged body breaker whose whoring weeper of spine digs
after babbied bubbled lotions. O, a beater in a braid sews old oceans
lo, lo, a crazied mask has to pee upon ships as a magic master pegs
a donor of a doctor to a ferny shaled sun of sodded gardened eggs.

dopplegangers of doled men dream about wideners. Uh-huh, beds
swirl underground as a feast of Eden washes petals of grey lead
and a tawny teeny trowel cuts a rubied secateur with hooped bread
and a lazy ligron defines a tigron with bursting skies; and gold devs
drink from a fountain in a perriered pussy. Lo!! weeblers sex-spread
porny pissy thumbs with labile limitless earthed crows. Ahhhh. Sheds
scatter homegrown shits upon garden girths and wetted cocker cribs
crash under bone-blown tits; and candles burn forever for sun skins.

*
reamers of rotated river men rush upon god's sun; and laden fayres
famish fetes with dilated mirror men; and parents of blind hairs
hit against rides as a drover of city dens rots aside blown mares
o a lilted nudist lichen-strewn lighthouse deifies dogs with actors
then a bended bead-gem grates a granite horse with bled jams. O!
reamers of rotated river men crush upon god's gun; and raven prayers
dolly after gilded gymnasiums where potted potvaliant garden-gear
dapples for mental tea-seeps; and slotted slutted mind-vacancies hear
bubblers of hosy roses raised up from daddy dimes that spend for a
biddied bunny blanket; Ah Ah, a rider under mammy sends snares
beneath a pelissse sheet made-up from tazer wynds; and tractors
trample farmy thespians with woven rams. Uh!!! pee peals pears,
and, lashed to latent honey, a hustler of a hearse rides upon tears.
..
clashes of cunted closed runnels rope a rocker to a weevil's whine
o plashes of spunk-led clothes funnel a dropper with evil cosines
and a lady on the palled piss peers into nunneries when grey signs
show a sinnner of a coal-clayed killer come radaring after twined
bastardised bakered bandaged string; and a father of a fast grind
windmills after milner's clay. Coarsed candlers cut a caned night-light.
Dorsal mangers melt under graves. Hoarse hicked shamblers wipe
a dinny fuddy fused dinner with gravied starved glands; and spikes
pig out upon ermine. Sex soothes hairs. Selves move sally-bikes.
Old teasers of hornered sense pulls stairs from dallied dabby-dykes.

reamers of rotated river men rush upon god's sons; and offal-pints
drain a dolly fixture with twelve mared cocks whose henny mites
meld sassy skewers with golden chewers of emptying seaside rites
and a dobbler at a dog's tooth-eye eats under eyries when kites
colonate cotton caves with canny crazers of eastern xmas knights.

clashes of dirtied filthy vases fill a parent flown flower with a
fascist freight fastened to arses; and a donkey pendant whips a
curvature of a canny driller's cask; and a steeded penant whips a
hitite boy whose washer of a fast hand hoops hops aside gay calves
and a daffy of a dotted dinner climb cracks upon cops whose cards
deal corruptive patience to a skinner in a mind; and policing marks
mass upon penon xenon zoomed gas. Dirt deals a bad heart. Ah!
slotted palled rums roust after glass. Hurt heals a hard heart. Ah!
shotted sprawled scum scatters grass. Skirt seals a sad arch. Ah!

reamers of rotated river men rush upon god's gum; and offal mites
dig answering termitic ants when loud hashing guns ignite delight's
doner of sweet tashes; and tassellers of flashing thumbs set alight
to dibblers of doctoring edam-crappers; and earthly hounds tree-pipe
for a secret seal in a secret brain where natal pearly pounds pipe
dizzy fanny ice upon caddied cakers whose butcherers fawn-pipe
giddy turkey shit mice. Dirt deals a paper cap. Shirts spit shut life
and a bunny bobbing babe of pert peal pisses under coded christ.

emptiness purrs for bell-baiters as wind-wounders wallop diced
billy furniture; and a cell of shakers scar-shapes hermetic lice
.
END!!

*
Copyright JDB 09/07/2020

*

Here now is a buffeting word!
‘O, dead ploughman, bake me a lunch of birds!’
And I ask nothing of you
And lies say nothing for you; but, when we trod the Thames
Into a lusted sea of sobs, then a sprinkled dig of death
Spun us around, around
Lo..

Let us be as an urban pig wants us-
Forever opening the door when we catch lies
Fanning cemented grave-burns
And, sphincter-sealed, flume up, up
From pickled pub sluts
..
Here is a buffeting word!
‘O, dunned ploughman, feed me cheese when
City emetics bleed for lost women!”’

*

As mindless crania cull jammy jolting hearts in heaven,
Masses, pad-written, invite whores to havens
And, under a shrill hand, a heart will offer
An assuage of corks on water.

There is such pale vision in our sorrow- a laden father
Suffers a careless lover, and scorned feathers
Release dazzling darkness when the tenderness of a word
Weeps for freezing self-malefaction, such as cities
Swinged around belled bastard lust, and
To free our nerves from prison, Man
Will teeter under careless fire as farmed fanned flame
Contends hired hills with blown bloods and bitters
…
How sad that friendships die for lack of fever-
It takes just one phone to recall
Hoaxed minds and mother.

*
And I shall have the sea of mental evening when
Nothing but women may arise, and, lo, I must end
Male manacled minds as fear inside a frightened bookend
Darkens my earth with dunged dragged lunar sirens
And a blocked bath of shred birth
Drains coffee from teased tea-surf.

These urban city walls glow like a pair of scissors,
Proudly lobs the voiced hirelings of suburban mirrors.

Ah, I shall grab a sea of schizophrenic tea-things when
A unity of strong death gives even bed to headless hens
NO! not until the fierce moment when blue dens
Hear a hot mill of tears
Will we be combed when mounted.
“La! Come and be coded by extracts of vaginal shears
Uh! Let easiness constrict you where
Skies fall from blonde bridal beards!”

As we are assured of city renegades then we sear
Love’s whored wet ditty whose swung sung sea sphere
Drops on drowned fear.

*
And, as a blurred sun spoke,
The times we had whilst burning smoke
Informed on me that you were dead?
And, after the guns awoke, you were
Apparently, mine,
And here come memories of hours before
Dead keen faith rode outdoors, and, uh, as our conjecture
Enfolded me in moot distaste
Then the palace of our supermarket town
Inhaled empty cigarette smoke.

O, I will smile at a city quarter-hour-
As I wave goodbye, will you
Remind me of the way I lost you?

While peering in a dark shop-window
I see the face of a killer.

*
Keen caged civilisations carry crucifixes where green quiet
Rocks a silver fire for monsters and sin

But love’s voice seems febrile: underneath wired riots,
Sterile lunacy
Hears the stars made swollen.

The bright medals of my birth tremble as touch
Tears a smoothed pebble from
Tossing tawny tears
And, outside my all-too-vacant middle years,
I learn just how we waved farewell at a family ward
…
We are seen to slip white fear when
Cigarette slicks tar up
Puffy pungent sea sluts.

*
Inside the night’s ebb, I closedown for evening
O see what life is –
Do you remember just what old loving
Moved us to blind tears

Because you sit, both of your hands under fears,
Will you trust our earth;
As it was when we were sun born, please
Let my eyes fail you?

Silence roosts for coked rooks
= a violent shape of moonlight crashes for
Wooded sins
And we were shaped from a so, so mind
Ah

The only loaned loner in our sex city joins up
With tall rain and the keen sound of crying.

*
I rolled one last cigarette –
As the blenched boards I sat on burned,
A mental puff of smoked death
Swung from the curling fumes of burnt tears.

Yet our sane wood was an ex-smoker
And the cut trees we used to name saw
Cigars crash
And, as if in someone’s ashen lap,
When I wrote us a killed rizla, then crap
Fell upon our cunt-cured cigarette back
…
O, we may well entertain a mirror
O, we will always drown love’s river
And, lipped by midnight, sexed owls
Coo then shiver.

*
As I wrote your nude name on a red word
Your name became
As old as the streets we died on - o
As a gentle fast wind became cold as birds,
Then a little side of a trapped mind moon
Cast a meadow across love’s ceiling.

If anybody at all saw a thinned odd woman
Under leather, eyes crying out for children,
Wanking under drones where sad souls seize
Shouting I LOVED YOU
Thank-you here and now for a fucked scene.

Your mean name adorned my mind-
A vast curled beach bound birds to blinds
And our dark sex blinds
Hide curtains under sadness.

*

The interweaving sun of love sends a late evening walk
Back home- just like blue God, we suffer for small talk.
The nude naked seized city trees
Are clothed in nothing but mental dungarees, and, o
An arching blind baby scatters cradles upon mauve leaves.

Life may well suffer from Christ’s void.
From far below, we hear invisible bumped prayed toys
Wedding vales to a bell of bled sex ploys
And a boy with a girl, both content and lost,
Choose to inhabit the real forced play of our simple
Incorruptible red-hot business.

*
Here, jumped by the jails of life, we scurry under soft weather.
Wrinkling then weeping, keen breath is sundering
Tumbling fathers and casuistries.
O daring dogs linger when
Hesitant loving hums within bled bones and
Where once a mental feather
Feels for sex-plumes, then wide orchids will snare
Sweetening girl-orchards
And, ah, as we murmur inside nude air
Then lady inglenooks feed cakes to handwashed
Sea air.

*
O what made men build sex first?
Before true houses burned, what dizzy hearse
Delved death’s drains?
Surely a keen urban sea shell or else a mind?

As macadam claims love’s country, then hurt
Considers consistency; and a bead of land
Handles the moon-dressed tentacles of pert
Sun-caressing divots of sky and swine.

As true roads are keen and pluperfect, then
Our stricken easy dead
Stifle words with cut beards and old bed.

*
Darken the earth with us and birth,
Both pollute and nurture love’s purse
- We suffer and bear dreams to force
and pinnacles shape our future?

These city walls apply sex pressure when
Music and movement cuddle carried wind
Inside green renegades. As necessity
Sends sex expediency to bricked in cemeteries
Then hillsides of broken beer glass
Shackles earth in eternal drubbing of dun traffic-
Nothing plays a true part in our faked heart;
Every single day, loud nude noise grows stronger.
I must give in to all screwed daily tasks?

*
Pay for men and study how to cry
For a suite of girls and lies.
Buy some shoes and gay ties,
Add a puff and don platinum eyes.

Cum and get shaved by
Powdered city lotions, and hear tides
Burning where a swerved stile rides
Knowing only
The seas of god’s balcony
.
As prison walls glow and glow, then
Until the movement which chains men
To milky abandon.

While yearning all afternoon after
Closed walls and day’s cold fall,
The broken pieces of a bled mad moll
Tears away from us
Cock-eyed daisies and simple salad lust.

Look then, at the way in which blue dust
Hires pigeons to broken ashes -
Observe the midnight masses
Dreaming oh!

Are we disassembled or are we
Lost in axed trees?

*

*
The jacked city earth is swept deep down
Upon cooked spoiled suburbs-
We take a look at bird-rocked town as when
Hot buds were poorly hanged.

A hospice has a grey cartel for its lover
Held out awhile but then
Crying with pain at the centres of
Bald-hatted children.

Blue walls wail (and underneath blue grass,
We sense sex perfume and
Skirmish for mean dated daggering
Eyed masks).

O, god’s face went white –
The door wouldn’t shut: the summer light
Drove us to the skies of our lives.

*

Shining penile hearses drive for soft headlights
Outside city purses, croft cries crinkle under
Shitting drapes.
Thermostats, burned, reflect on arson
And city lumber drinks from failed puddles.

Where a doctor’s keen midwife wails down
Nude mirrors and monkeys, then
Huge stone trees whistle for perfect drops of
Nylon carpal carpet.

The loneliness of a cloud threatens
Luminous lies. O, I have been with love
But lover has let me down.

*
O, at the mind of a mental other world
We say “Goodnight” to a witch’s spelt wold.
Assisted by corn, a crinkling cast vein snips
A jeering motorcycle
And, eagerly frosted, we see sex rivals
Smiling out. o, the other side of a lit girl
Draws down hired windows.

Two kids on a skate are dressed with a
Midnight escalator
And, when once we play dead, stairs shut.

A bald beast pokes out its city tongue.
We had good feelings
But now all love’s fearing has lunged
Under star-ringed bed-boated
Urban vespers..

Always refracted now, we turn into
Luminous fanned fields.

*
From inside prison bars, we learn to drink to
Urban jailed charms.
A daughter’s clever arms yield grass as blues
Jeer deeply into motored farmed
Outreaching rooms: unaware of our souls, we
Dare to entreat a fractured sky
And when broken bad lives lie for leaves
Then, up from surgical air, simple salads
Search bakes for cakes and burned mallards
..
O, our lives together seem prearranged. From cold dreams
We sleep under a perfect fleck of bony diamond lizards
And the keen veiled vows we used to say
Die now, and death’s spooned grave
Shouts out aloud that sex is self-contained and buried.

*
Here, where coded lineaments line hung hot halls,
Then crumbling bridges dent us with
Sex-retentive bad blown sea-guns, and, o, as brawls
Sunder city shabbiness with milked sex ink, then
Shop-headed eyes, gone pale,
Reveal a transgressive smile to straw bales
And, inside bullet-spattered walls, a painted vale
Appears to jump from malice and straight in to
Galleries of post-mental shit-feinted oils, - and, to
Transfuse back streets with dirty smells, a starred nude
Nooses cold sex garments with
Absolving gun-shirted harsh bombs.

Underneath a Chinese eye, we find at very last
The minds of day and mad night.

*
Now mind , not happening, could shake mad trees.
We were convinced of love’s world but
Sex-war gave us drugs and sweet money.

Although your keen laughter has died, I must
Never grow gruff when old?

Ah me, now that a sea-wall has jumped
Beneath rain and honey
I will come to believe in us…

Age has accomplished all of the things
Men and women dream to shape
But, when we seem interfused, then confusion’s state
Gets wounded, inhearsed, studded and
Forgetfulness will travel to the sides of
Drunk salt sand, -

Although still born and conquered,
Lost fathers apprehend gulls and blood.

*
As for who drinks coffee, chokes then swarms
Sinks and lagers must
Infuse blood-rich empires with drowsy warmed
Nameless city cuts
And this sun with glared at will sunder
Neglected lost schools. O, as a mask of fools
Purloins an educated scissor-blaze, then
Sin will swagger under baby bends and bagged
Sin-sizzling popped masquerades
.
Well-known by nudes, we utilise bums, and
We have Byzantium donning Hitler’s dress. O,
This dogged draggled dive has nothing
….
When once we are laid from cock caves
Then Urania must count love’s cloud.

*

What with soaped bundles for drowsy brains,
Hard sea tunnels, made secret under bodies, stain
Gilded god-bridled Byzantium,

But god’s favourite tea holds no body, and
A swilled rush of milky leaves
Stirs ash into creamy cocoas: pure bloods slam
Old devilled doors upon
Red shades of loosening river-lips, and rams

Will rot at a field-gate, and we realise now
Just how cold sexy curates curry chucked crowds
Outside a punched pump luminous gull-glammed
Body of veins and urchins.

What with Socrates as our lost father, we will
Succour self-crowing
And, where once rolling swiped ceilings spill
Then opening oat-cases
Cook a crowned claw.

*
O, we run atoned by the joys of dogs
And, behind us, filled eyes shatter lime-lintels
What with a life of blinded fardels, we will
Suckle moths of heat and butterfly hills.

Created by the images of the sun’s hot sea of chairs,
We who pray will not be needed
As we who play cannot be
Known to anybody but ceded
Cigarette lovers.

O, I am just a figure of corn
And I leave beside me a torn fragment of a finger-nailed
City of feline febrile
Bruised females; and, when once swift dawn
Sups a sweet pot, then
Our own intimate immediacies will
Run, run, run.

*
When we searched for the moonlight, we found,
Under scattered benches, a shroudsail of fanned sound.
O, we found, inside our bodies, a dull sun-swept pool
Where, drowned in sadness, we sprinkled earth around
Scopes of intimate silence.

As if the night had forced tired windfalls into violence,
Then the fallen fallowed scoops of our sex license
Sanctified blood fulfilment with laziness
And what now has been transfigured into haziness
Has somehow crazed our self-drugged stool.
..

The copious course of romancers will arrive
Days deep, where urgent cellves strike cold dived
Nylon tresses.
And we had to sound life’s water where coke
Crams rotted berries within choked spun sex dope.

Undersided by cobwebbed guns, mad mental rope
Rots for a gallowed state.

We who trust the blue earth take tidal trope
Away, away, .

*

A badly bitten mouth seals silk with string,
O, the rich fugues of a dying face
Relieves eyes of disease, insanity, distaste-
Too much is formed from rings
And yet the masks which don decay
Suffer craftsmen gone mad as wetted day.

Inside shades of sullen truth, we strode
Lynched memory where the wives of rogues
Eased slits inside instinctive
Bruise-bathed tunnels, and old loaves
Scatter crusts across
A drunken matchmaker
..
When once familiar childish sickness
Swam late nights, then a bed of sadness
Loads weighted hands with Urania! What should
Tend out tardy hearts
Seems first young then piercingly old.

*
The fall feigned ill. The scented bone
Played at being alone.
The snuffler in a pear
Laughed a at false prayer.
A duality of dives smelled an aroma
Of moiled razors.

O, once we are lost to lives, then
Homely babies will swim for
Spider-gossamer
And, under Siamese, a cat man
Wages city war with
Flossed city monitors.

A palm-tree in a whiskered can
Has a moss-tree for its brand.
The rats of rust are foreseen: their eyes
Chain us
And, wow, a vessel under dusk
Recalls us as we were when lust
Sucked on a mad straw.

*
Old hands
That, once inside a mind, felt the warmth of felled winters
Summing death from leaves.
The riders of a summer rhyme will bait flowers with
Wiped eyes and gallows.

A madman crawls up an autumn age and
We will watch love’s season crying out for dad’s hand

And this dear keen forest is stilled
And the illness of the silence appear cold as graves
And the dulling senses of wrecked slowed rivers rage;
This age of killers bears storms to nakedness
(watch and hear now
The clouds speak from a crowed stage?)
-
And sex will break?

*
One billion brides eye eagerness with rivalled vined veils
Compel a gizzard under parliamentary
Shroud sails
Enter into applauded cracklers. O, where noise
Sings for dinted danger men
Then hundreds of tears cry meticulously
For liquids minds.

These mad men wane, the star-lit glades
Glow silence-
A city stunner pervades violent mistresses with
Vast vaults and licensed
Blown darkening Spanish cribs.
A quick stretched finger daubs mines on drams
And we shelter cold flowers in our two hands.

*
I used to write,
Write about blind life
And, once above a mind,
I had a former state of versed
Far off poet pines.

This cold, daft, sea of emotion
Rides for mystic word-ripples,
But I, caught in the side of a dyslexic ocean,
Am haltered by small poem dreams.

The heart in its mouth says
“Give me verse of else raise
Nooses from senseless graves!”
And I oblige now when
Coded versifying rooms stop

Dead.

*
Ah we poked our young tongues down drains,
Attacked by desolate attics, lashed down as card veins
Stormed up an endless beauty.

When the light of the drawn and dead unswirls,
Then darkness, slowed, dream of an unquiet world.

O, let’s do what we like – life may never hang
The rising happiness inside our cheered dram.
O, try to avoid the thankless happy things we embody,
And then, abruptly, let us forget us
Everybody.

*
When warped by wives, does a burred buddy in a field
Appear close to us? What veiled lap is this? Where is love’s yield
Stemmed by birds and dealings?

All too happy to ask, I curry flavour with a sharp sea stalk
And wish, under life’s mask, for
Cleansed lips and sallied bruised brides of belled wars.

Just now, if only I could seem quiet and draped,
I see the visors of faceless fathers feeling
Daubed knives and chained hill-apes
…
The sun has softened into nothing
And the dreams of closed nudes must sate
Nothing but our world.

*
As a great puss pushes after the roving eye
Then poor soap babies, whose end seems high,
Tend city glass with grassy
Flanked yields.
O, I shall say a keen and whored goodbye to
Large lies and infant fields.

All too short now, a lush, green ghost in card shoes
Must surely terrify
Grated gentle beasts who multiply for
Cleansed sticks of wet war.

As a great cusp collapses, then rolling blue cords
Don raped jeans.

*

O oysters are female. They lie abed in saline frigged seas
Carefully rended,
Defenceless and finally,
Upended and seized-
Of the gild of shellfish, we will vary from the dead
And dive inside a glass when
Sex scallops beat a battery of fucked women.

O cockles and mussels, alive under roe, swim for
Cocked wept whelks
And we will one day provide a place for
Sweet sea anemones and fully opened world-doors
…..
I have private thoughts about remembered shells,-
Held in two hot hands, a clear divide from dead hell
Finds me now and now and now again where
Half a keen pint of winkles robs
Days out with cracking sea-sounded ocean-hair
oo.

*
Occasionally, we play with silence. Love’s hag
Acts the daysaway.
Out sex dramaturgy yields a fast-fanned stage
And, a long time ago, many acted played lads
Tickles a false sea of beards
With a cradle of instinctive mouthing tears
And the lonely rounds of rotunda hears fears
Thesping it up when
Rheumy green gobbed grease men
Shout out aloud after cold gloating hi-lights.

Sometimes, we enact our impossible poetry
For stained movement and endless
Stagy gesticulators who ride for
Curtained conditioners and washed walls-

Underneath languid caverns, opera glasses
Gut cold globed rumblers
And the sunderers of our tied trained arses
Say Miaow to a full ferried fly-tower
..
Later tonight, if we may call a true world, then strode family
Will surely ask for cried tawny stage money

Ah?

*

When attending london, a stone-filed home of life
Lit up. A loaned lone cottage under foam
Hammered blue vines and gave a thumb to life
And I, as Shetland bodies breed for bone, then
All fierce hills appear reviled by cruel emotion.

Well, you may well come in
Well, we may well suffer father sin
But what others toiled for
Signals for a flown ward where blue-stone
Pays rent to utterances
And the reason why the yields we gaze upon
Feel for ancestral byways
Remains where contentment with guns
Shoots a tallowed moon.

O, our times are soon over: accidental rooms
Dry out, out

Uh.

*
Before sin, mystic music moves under curtains –
Florid afternoons under perfumes
Glide a sexy dankness inside
Alligators and scythed sea urchins.

From behind a glass, a boat of stagnancies
Dulls star-shine with thunderheads, and brides
Paralyze sweet salt sweat
With dark dreams of sugary cunt lives.

O, as time appears shutdown, then soft wrecks
Move pillows from viscous waters.

Petals peddle insects
Women peddle circumspect
Antlers
And death drags dead daughters.

*
A hash of horses smittles grassy cold father
Where, the last green drake of the corn
Silence spidery gossamer porn -

Long ago, when we found cattle,
There was a rock kneeled below
And just to wait now for
Easy estates will see us vanishing into
Blue-blown beats and catty roofs
.
This ship we always appear to sail
Moves in time to sunken curtains
And, robbed of grime, a shrouded salt sail
Appears paralyzed by bolted bruised feathers
.
We are nailed to huge hired green gloom;
Life is nailed to the clinkers of gaoled boomed
Hand-releasing tree rain -

The easy sides of headaches causes dreamt grain
And baby is lost in time.

*

Under a blind heath, a spring of slaughter
Worm-raids a midnight sea of sleep.
All too much has been known by laughter
And all too much has been led to wheat.

Vixen furies spin birdy webs from doctored
Hugging muddied blue beats
And, o, I lick stoned boundaries where
A prisoner of bellmen widen
Inside green grotted blorted
Buds and sirens.

Like lost children on a stair, lips drift
With skinning sea-drifts
And lies and lying sex terms suffer lips.

Some day, this house we lie in will
Kill all familial urbane city hills.

*
A strange excited girl has walked
Inside a sun-mined sea of aped sworn life,
And she has shown us stained relief where
Her words hear a small vale of noise
Slithering under dogs and blue buggies.

Some day soon, we will leave kid’s toys
Back, where these inconsequential joys
Jolt bills with paved dirty devious boys.

In another mind, perhaps,
Our mean murmur will hear death cry
Out aloud, about love’s pain
And the cobby webspinners of god’s eye
Dies, just like lord jesus.

Rocky pearls clasp a naped neck
And gagged easterly cat crypts
Sprawl
Deep, deep, deep
Down, where
Private sadness suffers air.

*


O, do excuse these mental pains I own-
If love be my guise, I should not walk alone.
Through shades of sex and wine, underneath atoned
City hedges, I have married to
Drowsy suns and midnights.

I tunnel after swayed shrift smiles when dolled nudes
Transgress tabloid tears with
Bunny cars and woman’s lib
And, uh, do please excuse these mental pains I kid
Because painfulness like mine
Suffers huge flowers: and the ice of time
Bends lips against rude lips
And the graves of giddy city honey

Sends gods and men to sleep?

*
O as a hoarded sea girl does not mind
The inner abys of her father’s mind, then
Chewing swollen nipped lippied noses
Send scattered sapphic boys where
Glass roses, jammed in gaol, reign forever.

O, since every spastic city street fell for
Bad birds and nested neon swept claws, then
Dogs dare not bark…

Everybody appears like a world at peace-time-
Eternally, soft shot bouncing beauty
Darkens dales with vanned vines
And, easily trained, an xmas-fairy kid
Sweats for bragged baggy
Lips of forced bodies.

Where once dared birds fail to flit
Then we will espy a field of thorns -..

Down, in a choking village,
You and I must suck on salt slips.

*
Sometimes, when we play silent, a tall man without hair
Will belie to us the reason why
A purring raw sea of curd
Fails,.. as we part from curing words, we
Appear to care for us,
And, regardless who loves us, we will find hipped beads
Tickling a female beard with snored dewy hair
And, o, we will wound a whip of weed
.
Sometimes, when we pray for Pilat, then gold greed
Will surely plump for well-fed rats-
The kennel beneath a sofa will scatter
Scuttered sleeves of muscle
And the pockets of a coin-swum angel
Heeds sand-ripples –

Ah, sometimes one hears, third hand,
That god sheared off his ears
And went clean away-
But the truthfulness of god’s grave
Combs candles beneath keeled birthdays.

*
Sometimes you hear
A tawny ear-severing sage peer
Deepening, like a muscle;
O we will always sound a town’s
Evened square
And holla at the moon’s tear.

And god appears real to me,
Or at least, a city sea
Fills my poem moon
With special junk and torn need
.
O, He gave his whole life to
Holy hens and angels…
And distant dreams lend you
Sober sins and
Sometimes, as pleasure
Dams danglers
Then shearing strangers
Fall from city sleep.

Yeh, swagger against five fists,
Bite dark butterflies,
And leave artifices of heaven
To blind streets
. If god has no ravens
May horse farms see gardens
Dropping
Away….

*
Worrying left you atoned by silence.
Its fist-feinted light no longer lays your
Dreamed loving spire;
Your teemed torn voice has variegated liars
And surely you cannot
Delve semantical lullabies or swing for
Neon funeral pyres.

Now it is in a dais that applied fools war
Over ancient ogled giants –
Old gifts break through, scattered when
Titians under messy tables
List oddities of old leaflets, taut stables
And we must look to the air?

We will surely attempt to whimper
Softly, softly
Lo- selfish brollies transcend whispers
And the knot of a tarry sea dolly
Stops all earned traffic dead…

O, since you have come and gone,
The beauty you seemed to hold has
Followed fanned sex to a sleeve of glass…

Alongside us, in god’s loft lolly chair
Stops sin dead as
Blithe and bundled cock grass sees prayer
Sundering flowers with jailed hair
O.

*
Copyright James Bellamy 2018.

.

What with ancient tangerines in the yard
& what with scented emptied nectarines
Made vast as skinned silence, then
Our keen eyes must
Snap sopping stools of japed
Stung holidays
& a stinking dream dazzles families
& the sad crowd eats.

O, the teeming owls of rape scar
Back-bacon feathered with cars
& the swallowers of dogs & dead sleep
Drive a cunt into wet wheat

& the sallied wrecks of wound heat
Bears live young to
Closing old truths.

*
The endless jetties of the spunked & dressed
Lay river-waste where wind-wells blow. Deaths
Dream of draggers &
Yappers under fingers twirl for bruise-banged
Blind vibes & mallows.

O, the renters of a wound sex-mess
Massages modalities with drawn dips
& we will call for anal sentinels
& we will fall down, - & the boiled in eye-lips
Which shelter gems in mortar
Suck anorexic teeth against fat-water
& the bagged betties of a lost gun must
Shoot buggers dead.

*
Hot lunching lovers cook a false sea of eggs
O shot cunts with mothers
Seal sex-cochineal when odes to cut pigs
Dream of drovers

& the sins of flava flip sweet coins when
Distant slowed leather trips
Entangle blonde beers with lost men.

The purpose in dying is to hear God
Trampling minds into disease & God
Gives rawhide head to
Dolly-dogs; & the seizures of women

Ride, ride, ride
, .
Odes to kind imbeciles
Sing for shitters. Bluesy cock-creels
Die & nude brollies open.
.

*
The purpose of good death is to define
Pictures, papers & reflective sex-wine
& the son of good
Has two men to give to
Seizures & fitting blue minds.

Out where a spun soul rolls, we give dew
A good masked face where wet shoes
Wrangle after socked feet
O
The purpose of hooked death is to refine
Odd portraits of dirty swingers
& old bookers stock tureens
& we will find gills in latrines?

*
Wicked films of flava dig for sexy diamonds
O easy kilns
Cook visual pots & a feinted sea-sirens
Ring a tocsin bell.

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

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

*
Cinematic gardens let hissers thru love’s gates
O, keen cuttings deck
Eggs & pushed robes; & a tree of lakes
Lends lions to ponied water
.
The purpose of God is to see daughters
Bearing good pictures where
Eyelids sleep in a hot easel-snare
& the wives of aired lairs share Iris-flares

As a good giddy gosling grieves for
Snapped pigs & tors
Then lapped kids will shatter
& dyed dweebs must strum washed batter
& writhed seas must cum
Deep within a city-gun.

As hypnotic statues sip raw gum
Then we will cut odes from drummed
Madam-macadam.

*
The soft wives of the slept stars sup ginned wine
& the lost spies of the wrecked
Raise romantic pigs from creels of kine
& a riven rose of robed urine
Clambers up, up, -.

O, a mutation of Uranus
Lays waste to baby Venus
& the pops of pride preen bellied
Baggy rogues of
Keen suits & meadowers.

When once steeled cradlers rob denied
Adulterated cot-death
Then the slams of saviours must cut a necked
Tie of dummies & dulled canon-cricked
Crucifying cabbies of wagoners & ripped
Maddy hearts.

There is a tripping noise in the dark. The snipped
Turn back,
& madam maraca tars gems with crack.

*
& as for tangerines in vaginal boxes
& as for sweet eyes pealed into voices, then
We will suck a lake of rotted tears
& as for marines inside gentle old fears
& as for pearled belles who cut away
Cock-singed hearses
Then we will supper for a dell of graves.

O the lemons in the yard appear
Clad in melanoma; the moon’s tears
Drag oat-warrens where
God’s arrows hit men with caged
Collonades of carmine killers. This side of rage,
We will suffer belled burned daft fear
& succour ashes with roman beads.

Our slotted minds melt for weed
& we smoke a hot sex-stink when
Tiny tommy rocks hide Love’s hem.

Ha-ha Amen!

*

The svelte swoon of summertime
Lead us back to a bedded brawl of wine
O when once a room of fathers
Slips dummy fingers into mummy lathers
Then the cats of blue creation
Swagger an apple-claw deeply where
The svelte moon of autumn sups air
& the colour of love’s hair
Cries for countless eagle-brine.

Underneath a swollen street, we whine
After suppers of doilies &
Fragmented feather follies hire sands
& the tombs of anthers cut sea-dams
.
This side of a metal bulb, we must scan
Endless empty negatives of
Dicky-boys & soured seminal drugged
Demotics; & the naked stalls of Man
Seize Kaplan from Japanese
Trees of gods in evil prison. Io, rugs
Scatter salty seed when
Dunny baskets drag shops for ken
& the doled are near?

Underneath a stolen sweet, we whine
After mirrors & porky valley-vines
& I am dulling to the last our times
& I am crying for the guns of Pan’s

Blind odes to ripped scissors. Oh
Cagey spiders glow as citied roads
Take Dianetics down to love’s floes.

*
O, as when buried deer hunt after huge veined bows
Then, eyed, a body under junk
Claps coded ides on unguents & eaten blue spunk
& the eyes of fathers feed off
Nameless mummies & doctors on the shove
O
As when buried deer hunt after lewd veined souls
Then, pied, a pussy under cunts
Carries clammy sofas from dog-drills to
Jammy jolted bakers of blonde slides & British blue
& the snuffling wives of fate fill faces with nudes
& the snuffing brides of hate
Dam den-eyed penises with cats & fat drakes.

As ideal chisels crap on daisy-chains, then peering pates
Cut sainted Joan from Teresias & a sewn lake.

O, as when buried fear hankers after
Coda-chrome-creation then
Dodgy dairy dweebs ignite mussels fished from men
& catty cavatinas wash mute guitars for laughter
& kitting corridors of nasty nude cigars
Carry cigarettes way back when
Old wideners wept for old children.

There are gentlemen’s chairs in the sides of a valley
&, Io, when a ball of stairs falls from bodies
Then kind pissers crap on naked jam
& the vastness of a nailed lap will ram
Oats & beans & filthy barley-O!.

We say AMEN to a room of hands?

*
Copyright Jim Bellamy 2018.

*
As we say farewell to sleep, we hold our own hands
O as we sail from dreamt wheat , then we sex-slam
Odes to bullied patients of
Ferine feline ores
& the sun in a bad sky fawns after stores
& life’s gun, shot from Ides,
Stuns weapons with lubes.

When once a pearly fig-tree claims ice from
Sudden sweet tears
Then you and I, farming fears, will have to
Slap love’s skate around its face
& the dolls of star-light carry nudes
Back home, where a vanning ace
Nips penises from fascinated lace.

&, underlovered, we shake ghost fathers
&, sent from pleasure, we raid mad Gods
Oh
Ideal features show us
Endless prision-dusts.

*
The softness of god’s mongrel bones
Sea-hangs ideal killers
&, o, the hardness of god’s rivers
Drinks sweet old vinegars
& the guns of Pan cut odd pictures
& the suns of woman
Send showers to sleep.

The times we tried to trip has
Sent all of our smiles from gas. O
The times we cried have hit grass
& this father sleeps out in a car.

The deaths of daisies ram Mars
& the drinks of mazy woman
Humanises skulls. O, & old stars
Look down, down
& the books in old towns scars
Everything…

*
Everything comes up poses. O,
Every single flower moulds
Sad sobbed scented eyes
& this iron verse, written for minds,
Stirs stars into rivered
Closed killer souls.

& the suns of fathers shine for us
& the guns of mother shoot us. Dust
Scatters easy cum
&, roped to lungs, deep lust
Pants after curves & graves.

When once a naked flower betrays
Dead sines & sisters
Then ideal shooting shoppers raise
Daffs from purses.

*
When idiots & psychopaths rock a mad boat
Then idioms of winter paths
Slam bodies in the door
& the buds of sexy laughs use old sea-glass
O
When once a tree of robbed rats rock rope
Then dimming damming clasps
Noose old lies with mothered dope
O
There is a hairy siren here that abuses
Shawn sins. The dog man with hubris
Stacks apples & lemons as high as ruses
Ah.

& I will enter once again into the
Green Zion of the waterbead; &
Whilst moped angels suffer under the
Eaten hearses of the dammed & swigged
Abuse all natal horses
O
.
When idiots & psychopaths rock a fizzed
Vaginal blue mind
Then the hags of ponied kids
Scutters
Away from nude pigs.

*
Bog-headed merchants of gloom hereby hire
Old kids. Webby sunny rooms spin where fire
Signals closed cold wounds when
Bog-headed blue chants
Topple bled bosoms from veiny sex men
O
When once a tree of chance hits hard fire
Then naked natives walk a funeral pyre
& the bolls of babying bruised fests sea-end
Teetering bad blossoms
O
& I will take my gun far East. As times rend
Flowery rain, then scissors inside closed men
Grind dibblers from veined cock-prison. O, hens
Lay turkey’s eggs.

*
O, we have come to attend a sea of deaths
& we have chosen to resemble bodied thefts
&, when once a pig of tarts tumbles from
Waxy woollen suns, then
We will come to attend a sea of lost men.

O we have come to extend a sea of dressed
Slinked old Adam; & we have come to press
Daddy’s Eden- O, as lovely Eve hears the dead
Charming a false snake
Then odes to wintry summers
Scutter under
Naked fathers.

This side of the livid dead, a billy bangs
Naked nuclear thunder
& the wives of atomic slumber hears Leaders
Riding Zeus on a doll’s back.

& I have come to see the roses on a rack
& we have come to need
Cutters of pushed heaven-seed.

*
We have come to understand the blithe palm of god’s hand
O, we have come to sunder
Old lives & soft lies; & the winter of our minds delves
Haters of mazy lips & thunder.

When once we have assumed the lost clothes far at sea
O, then we come to rob fathers of
Old maids & dead wives; & the mirrors of our discontent
Raise bodies from sized old lovers.

We have come here to inflame bods & big bride; & trees
Snap wed bone with dangling divorced
Flushy fishy venereal sun-forced
Ideal draggers & dropped cries.

*
& I have given us a blue start in life. O, I have sent you
Navy knickers which splice
Romantic boys in half; & the dizzy schemes of life
Strum washed guitars where
Eyes swill tie-dyed draggers of cats & lost Christ
O
& I have given us a blue start in life; - I jump
The old tears & the old cries. Underneath junk,
We lay our bodies down
& the arc of God marries women to cold spunk
.
When once we have disturbed us with cold prayer
A dilly baggy boned boy
Brags after stars & solar lips; & we will widen
Woollen brains; Uh

Killers under veins vamp for old joys
& we have seen our rolled toys
Plying for players of dulled birds
& youths & deaths give sin
A blonde female lover.

*
Since the earls of summer have come between us
Then I should use a lover for mistrust
& the shadowers of earthly junk must
Send the meadows of female spunk where lust
Lays petals under jacking jamming loss
Ah

The kickers of Kaplan rend mess from a cross
O the deckers of Islam send heaven to a
Tawny tanny sea where transmitters hear loss
Raiding woollen wives from
Phantom booths & bald guns
Ah.

When once a son of Man heals the wicked then
Gems will track old gods & juicy feline women
& the dots of dolts dreams for women
& the raps of colts
Colon-vault bad beers & old malts

There is a green mind here. Soft salts
Sally meningitis

END?

*
The romantic roses of rused lives ram a green gull
O, when once atomic posies hear dolls
Damaging men with theatrical nooses
Then blenched baggy bone-boys
Ram heartful dead muses
To shroudsails & nunneries
& the short veils in the air dress dust deep inside
Cabinets of cold gibbered
Idiot fugues
& the lacy wasps of a stung nude laminate lost lies
With trickles of forced faked food.

The town in which god was born has no son to swing
O the cowed crowds of love
Lay dizzy waste to empirical dollies of dubbing
Cleft clowns whose instant follied faces
Dig down within dirty dog dragglers.
-
Since we have come to end our insidious lives
Then we have come to tend a field of cunt-hives
& the body of the baby appears malformed
& the city of the empty
Digs for a supper of gobby fishmen. Under sentries
Bad boys of an impossible void
Turn widening women to stacked
Alien beaches.

Piled men peer into ribbons when
Prigged pushers float like dreams.
…

*
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*
This hacking grey hearse in which I bury pain
Has my mother made dead as a sea of rain
& the sines of a wetted mind
Drags dollies for rags & ashes
O
This hacking fay force I choose to power stains
Bald biddies & fatal bakeries
& the wives of cremated apiaries summon
Cosy kind cocked killers.

When once a nude wind-well whines, then
Saint Hitler shoots up a pelican;
& old closed roses ram daisies with hemmed
Grey horses.

This hacking grey hearse in which I bury voices
Boogies to a shrill moon.

*
The sidled hands of Woman weave old net
O the old brans of sold Man
Swell up, up. & the wives inside regrets
Raises belled sluts where odes to grey fret
Lends geese to water.

& the easy eyes of the murdered melt for
Clasped kin & rolled war. This side of a maw
Lends buttery kids to sleep
Ah

When once we sleep for lunch, then meat
Boils far-out hair with kindled seas of wheat
& the spawns of sin
Abuse salty sundried dales of green ashes.

*
The widening wives of the wooed sweat for
Blithe bodied bibles
O, the rivalling brides of the nude sweat for
Blind babied cradles
& the sucks of death dream under
Grey wards. O, the lanes of lovers
Ring prisons with thunder
& the cocks of power raise redness from whored
Hillocks & balled bream.

When once a sea of sleep walks a dreamt street
Then blonde pickers peck for
Rotted wintered apple-cores.

*
This side of a mad smile, we will heal for
Bad blades. O, when once a child hears wards
Damming dogs with diners, then
Closures of sadness widen, widen. O, & claws
Parade after equine tits
& the sines of blue fathers send cats to crypts.

Where once a pug of pain mauls us then men
Must send purple picks to sleep,
& this side of sad smile, we will hear wheat
Ravelling under turquoise riders. O, bad feet
Slash a blinded boot around a bald clit.

*
The diggers of the laid lead lions to
Clasps of cunt; & the sprayed sea of nudes
Splatters signed sailed salts when
Blue riggers of a grave lead irons to
Darkness.

when once idioms of deafness colour
naked floes & pupils under father, then
dragged dudes will lam lathers with hens
& the deepness of rammed old women
Can pigs inside pork fathers.

O the draggers of the caged feed dogs to
Snippers of blithe blades & purpled
Guillotines of writhers. O, we will move
Old tears from midnight roofs.

*
& when once we bury voices in the moon, then
Eager chiselled cherries
Lend old dark grapes where a city of ferries
Sinks inside huge water
& then drinking cunts of coded leather women
Lend drips to drowning laughter
O
& we shall beat a graveyard box. As Ides
Clam canny body-cans in the wives of Lies
Then blooded winter vans
Van fast engine-airs where a babe of hands
Damns earls with cradle-lives
& this is our date for studies under Father
O
Napping naked candles leer for wax. Mother
Masters spooled lips
& we drove home for summer
& we livened home with picked
Plumed need.

*

The kicking men who dwell under streams
Lays sex-waste to boys & blood-dreams
where a goody with toys plays with screens
Then a swung sea of inedible powder
Pinches ides of oceans & salt-drowners
& down from a huge shaved lover
Comes a blithe blue boy who sucks old eager
Dead baby broods
& we have let life’s rocked road come under
Men & youths & kittens.

The kicking men who lived under us reams
Dark dunned scissor birds
& the dolts of favour lambast a swung bird
& we shall hear once again
Screens aviaries & winged pain.

*
& we must tar-&-feather lurid horses. O,
& we must supper after
Celtic rainbows

& we must tar-&-feather lurid voices. O,
& we will saunter after
Keen celts & oboes.

When once a rill of death retires then
Bad balls will dance after
Dreamed silks.

You and I go back inside our cars where
Loaded vans ram jazzed hair
& we float underneath
Loads of scared deceit
Uh!
We have lunged after sadness
& gods have given us madness…

*
While dining on blood & misery, we suffer
Keen wide killing summer.

whilst dining with Love, we must flavour
sallied wrecks & feathered fugue-leaders
o

& the towns beneath our feet trample
Old slits & the summons of angels
Petrifies stoned wood with
Raw ribs & glass kids.

& we may have to dine in the fields
& we my have to whine under heels
& the lukewarm foals of horsed seals
Will cram cocoa tongues around
Lousy lazy wheeled towns.

O, crazy faces fill up with rope
& robed fathers die.

 

*
& we bury hearses under leathers
& we fancy horses when old feathers
Van the riding rain
& we cherish minds as old pain
Straps fists around withered
Curled hands

& we bury sea-trains deep where fevers
Rock a stoppered moon
& the goosy sides of a tea-spoon
Must supper after dolly drains. O, rooms
Appear emptied when
Bathrooms smell of children

&
The dizzy cells of gaoled grooms
Wed bridal bells to jacked wounds
&, o, we see rise the turgid winds of
Dram-veined river Love

Uh?

*
Copyright Jim Bellamy 2018.

*
The sunny brocade where I laid my head
Hereby lams us with impossible sex-bread.
when once a keeper gives head
then crazy jumpers clothe sex where beds
push, push
o
angry oglers of oat-meal soldiers mush
handheld weed inside hot rushed
closed thrushes

& belly belling bounced boys bridle us
& delis dragged by trounced boys
Wed us to snoods & dilly drakes.

*
What with illegal horses being unburied
O what with illegitimate voices
Screaming down the grave, then
Odes to lily smiles
Must lead pariahs to new men
& the caned eyed father of
Dun god & his flashing mother
Inhearses sails with
Woven wolverines of female kids. Oh

The shot vacuums of horse-cleaners
Shoot dog-revolvers
& the clicking bed-covers
Study how to lie; & the blurred sea
Skips rolled gold inside
Bulled babes & mind brides

Odes to monkeys change from
Ape to chimpanzee
& the zoos of love supper under
Lost lapped tree-thunder.

*
What with illegal mills grinding
Wheat-felonies, then
This side of sex will surely end
& the sties of heated grinding
Must roar against a chain
& the dogs of summer hear pain
Raping rods with conical sea-stains.
.
When once a picker of droppers
Delves doll-sheep for
Closed rabbits & old sea-whores
Then cherry chippers see arise
Caribs & comical fucked wives
o

The concerts of loud men writhe
& cold ballets dance for torn eyes.

*
The dragging pluperfect son of killers has
Laden eyes of dreams
O the rabbling sun-entered sea of kidders has
Laden wide latrines
& the dolls of war hammer daises under
Thumb-bitten blows of
Night-nickers & the robes of slumber
O

This dragging screw-suffering word-gas
Has nothing to give but
Bricked-in babies. & the noontide’s clasp
Cannons after bull-cups
O.

& it seems to me that angels of glass
Lend dilly sex to a sea of grass
& the dun world behind me see sluts

Sinking, sinking…

*
The fascinating bubblers whose eyes seize
Giddy bills with hearse-feathers
Will scamp for kids
& the scurries of eyed killers
Lend dills to hot dyslexic sleep. O, trees
Trickle inside a rill of pigs
& the candles of the praised
Ram scuttered seasons where lost bees
Tree-hang
Cusped cribs on a hill of razed
Doctors- & old brollies rain-trade
Mind-blindness
& the togs of taut japan see death
Marrying Martello flowers to
Yawned yolks & egg-hired desked
Dabblers of men & mercy.

These naughty sides I have made my own
Must trammel hives with
Moony mods. & the dippy towns of bone
Must ride from sleep.

*
True & transistor vaginas have hot heels for father
O nude investors of hot mothers
Send sullen sleep deep inside
True & radioed coasted cock-cabs
.
When once a brain’s sea-palaver rocks stags
Then the kneeling stool of the killed star-drag
Cullies under cold doilies
& a blue smell pays for baddies as drag
Uses a false titty for a fascinated bill body
O

True & transistor vagina has whored wells
& the knocks of castles rot when closed bells
Ram hills with rubies

& a bead of grass smokes fags; & oats swell
Deep down inside a city’s closing sea-shell.

*
The instant spurt of a dead fly raises ropes from
Dun dogs & diddy sailors
& the insidious hurt of a craned sky
Sups a seized supper from lips & farmers
O

When once a curtal blue wife soaps cum
Then we bounce bulled hand-life where
Kidded kickers clack
O.

Although advancing risers arise from crap
&, uh, as starry buttering fish-tides
Teem with dolts of whorey clicked traps
Then deliveries of madding fungus-fraps

Feel for dairy dunes. This ingle of faces
Bricks all dead men deep where caps
Coil up for deep-ducking barbie bed-bats.

O

*

The evil alleys where we made our name
Hires now a digger to a game
O as the dillies of delver jade japs us
Then filthy figurative failures feed dust
To blown burrs & dizzy angels.

When once a cat in a crane paws flame
Then illing ides of idiot cradles
Caress lit lippy locks; & the son of lust
Lends deepening clocks to
Wet wives & funereal beds of lubes.

This evil valley where we made our fame
Hears insane saint Buffalo
Arising from sweet painted elbows;
& we will underwater
Massed miens & imbecilic daughtered
Sons of spiralled slaughter.

Bled blenchers of salt austerity hear us
Panting after a Jesus of dolly dusks.

*

The tripping tusks of the bound & dead
Cum risking cunt
O, the nipping crusts of the murder-spread
Lay meagre waste to sallied junk,
& the lilies of the scared swing from bread,
& the son of man is cut from
Deaths & demons.

As the napping knock of the penis-pled
Cum roasting spunk
Then the diddy buns under clothed junk
Heaps happy eaters as odes to chef-skunk
Binds balls to birdies-
& deaths and demons
Dramatize
Closeted curves & kittens

Oh.
When once a plume of Christ carries us
Way back home where
Idioms of burning blow slides from us
Then we will reap cooked hair.

*
As for human sin which tries to bury horses
Then why not now commit a pony to a cloud?
Oh, as sold old daddy tails sleep for
Idols of measureless sex-hilled war, we will
Lift a pair of donkeys from a red crowd;
& the dials of death telephones
roll oddities bound in opal dogs & tangerines;
&, la, we will surely get gunned down?
&, ah, we will certainly kill a keen clown?

The iron rivals of the dead topple topped fruit
& eaten lashes, layered with salt, shoot
Lammed gods of gilded Israel; & cut roots
Rootle around after
Laden crows & the kisses of hereafter .

- Razed by rapists, a wide handled robed father
Falls to racists; & the guns of lovers
Shit on riflers,
& the dun drome of drugging star-screens
Suck old loaves from drabbled guitar-greens

O, the wakeful riders of a lost rose
Arise from miners of a crossed shit-lobe
& the diddy gasses which
Trample teeny crypts have now no
Shoes to tie or throw.

The miraculous gusts of the dead
Hammer locusts into babies- old lead
Dams drovers of the fixed & done to suck bread
& as mad mods meld men with dread
Doctors of drunken spoon-fed
Crooked spider stores,
Then the easy fit of an easy rider’s score
Sinks syringes where old maws
Paint pain with passioned cold graves.

Oh, they have come at change of day when
Grey gobs gabble cabbages from women

Uh?
*

Copyright Jim Bellamy 2018.

*

Here and now, there are feathers under flowers
O, screaming now, female soiled lovers
Scrap fish & flex & floe.

When once a cray cabin rock god’s saviour
Then eyes under smoothed drives
Dig for fish & flex & soul.

Here and now, under cloud, we will powder
Plumed decks eyries.

*
Ducking under light, we will shuffle for
Dunned brain-blows
& the screams of cows crowd a bed-war
& the dins of men are fuck-slave. O

This city hill where I shape my flame
Lolls under a lady mattress
& a cigarette harness hits flame
& sin and Love will smoke flame.

Ducking under life, we will shuffle fur
& the cats of Man must rot, rot. Uh!

*
Issues of sadness blow bad blood on ashes
O as a cage of deadness
Dapples droves with flicked sex
Then popping pluperfect massed sex
Delimits dust with generic instant faces.

The ideal father of a flued bride defaces
Eyed nettled hordes
& the rudeness of wards sees bawds
Building pipettes from technical sleaze

& torn tissues float where nosed grot
Grips old nostrils within two hands. Lot
Laps laden liquor
& fainted scissor villas cut lost sound.

*
When once a liquid angel resounds
Under Dettol, then
Odes to Judas must end. O, as men
Slap up a cakey hen
Then we will ruin the world?

As a baby has a billhook, then girls
Must charm drakes
La-

When once a liquid angel resounds
Under towns, then
Ideal Jesus raises Escariot from
Caressing meat curtains.

*
The naked creches of damp & dry
Crave city lotions
O, the empty faces of dark eyes
Cry after city oceans.

& the graves of angels see rise
Rotted slipped tribes. O, as guys
Supper after milky mad tigons
Then old boats drown
& we will drown. Snappers
Sweeten blue faith & fever?

*
The riding ocean father who
Gave me drowned joys move me
& the artists of salt nudes
Shaped me with star-lips & leas

& when once cruel sense moves
Old sweaty junk, then old lubes
Must summon cock from seeds.

O a crooked klaxon raises weed
O a naked natron nurses steed
& eyes sunder under tides.

*
As for tears & fevers, may the sons of eyes
Raise weepers from old graves
O & as for ears & singers, may the guns of lies
Peer into a parapet?

As the vans of feathers crack winged wives
Then a shadow on a fast knife will
Pomade a mad crocus with dogs under
Green gills & sugar-dives.

As for the guns of Man & as for
Daddy drugs & cunt-cores
May men and women cut wards

O

*
The padded paws of a rodded brother see arise
Mental blooders
& the sweet stores of Love open up were fathers
Send drilling swaggerers to sleep
As a bulled bake of meat rots after
The sun in the rain of the moon, then
Hot bladder-boys bang
Hornets under city drams
O
As a bed of blood blows high, then aired edams
Wash halloes under
Distant nursed nipped mama.
..

Bathed curtains fall as we gut red butter
& blended bathed latrines
Swim forever.

*
& o I will comfort youths with fables
& I’ll always eat for you. As cradles
Rock dreams to sleep then
I will comfort youths with petals. & as hens
Send cocks to eat
Then I shall forever weep for you.

Underwatered by dad Christ, we hear dudes
Droppings scaffolds from hangers
& dolly dauphins which noose nudes
Tip a capital tin at a bad mind.

& I will comfort youths with candles
& I will forever dream of
Dabbed dazzlers of comatose God.

*
& as for giddy god & His sweet September Bee
O, why not dance into the cots
& as for dizzy Love & heated winter sea
O why not suffer till the clocks
Swirl, swirl
Around a female world?

& as for death & Woman in mind, Lo,
Pray let us play with girls inside a rose
& as for sex & the Goddess in a slowed
Sea of honey-ruin
May old pigs pray for pain. These words
Swing for songbirds?

& as for honeyed flava, what then for us
But taut wives & moggy skies?

When once a pig in a hunter’s vest
Dons evil shroudsails, then rolled sex
Softens into hair
& as for giddy Gods of girl-air
Please now receive a blue-prayer?

*
Copyright Jim Bellamy 2018.

*
The diddy star-edited city boys
Send faces to fast sleep
O, the riders under sea-lit wheat
Rams thumbed powders
& the dead seem smitten.

As the vogues of stasis shatter
Then a rose of strangled matter
Must send bald dogs asleep.

& the veiny fizzers of laugher
Seize renegades from cat-laughter
& the stars underneath
Corrals & purple pleats reap

Every single static city heap.

*
The whippers of souls hear a toad
Squirming under physical thunder
O the rippers of dolls arise from a
Green limbed dog
& where once we ride from God
Then a séance of coded river loaves
Cut iced hot bread.

As a doctor of diamonds sucks
Blue-minded river-lead, then roads
Fall to fast disuse
& caves fall & cages screw
Cold stores & killer nudes. O

I have seen head-men heeling
& eyes must hear love bleeding.

*
Negative fingers light up the dark when
Cloaking Love cuts up
Sin & wind & women
A mental moor of children shuts
Fazed city wards; & a sealed slut
Strums a cocked guitar.

O although I have come to season faith
& although lady loss has raped
Old marines
I will never wee against latrines
O although I have lunged under dirt
& although I have summoned hurt
I will hear a mind.

The dazzlers of drunken US Dogs
Drape dunned leashes over diaries & Mods.

*
The Cambrian bodies of kids & Man supper for
Greyed nights
O the veined glazed cities have uses wards
To tumble timed neon kites
& the skeins of lovers
Lead tears to fathers- as belled sly bawds
Hire a sweet disease
Then the Cambrian bodies of pigs & Pan wither for
Greying light.

& the pugs of Peckham arise from jawed
Moon vixens
& the props of Streatham arise from scored
Nude gibbons
-
This side of a failed disease, we will
Suck up a pelican & let roads wail.

*
The curtal corridors where I made my name
Slithers inside hair
O the cattle of posed air
Shuts deepening poos where a blade of flame
Halts
& roved riddles of ripening pain
Dallies when a pool of tissues
Blows a shitted nose.

& when once a hill of hot breads bag pain
Then death & sex will rise from hot rain
&, once laden, a raven under clothed grain
Will close.

*
The eagles of a studded heir cuts down its
Eyrie’s hot lips
& a vine of nips necks after cold hips
& a tor of God tallies from a sexed remit
& the flowers of fathers
Blossom in the Plaids where old mitts
Melt into mirrors.

O. when once a pooled sea of grey tips
Truckle under Christs
Then a paw of Love sallies after light
& bad balding bidders of breakers
Time a tawny teaser of hymnal cakers
& once below a timebomb, we saw night
Lamming necks with torn-sprites.

I have seen a tired earth trapping sand
O, I have dreamt of birth?

*
The saline stripping hills where we made our name
Drip down, down,
The dipping mills where we made our flame
Flavours sex dust & Downs
Wires the poet jaws &
The sweetening rill where we made our fame
Drops under sound
O when a body in a bum-bag ripens, then
Green daddies dam a doggy leashed edam – old wrens
Dent bibles with shorn screens
& a vastness that vamps the dark will deaden us
& the witnesses to our damp sea-arch must hear us

Colluding with mental tureens.

As a bed of fire sucks fuck from old flame
Then we will shadow a burning
Maze of blood.

*
O I recall now the daftness of our money holiday
& I must remember
About loud sadness. Underneath family
The dotty darlings we knew lost death to memory
& the graves of dusty flavour
Ignite mooned biers; & the bearers of palls render
Dashers of soul cremation.

As a weeping week of wives raise
Blood bags & massive graves, then
We dance outside a bitten copse of lunatic ravens
Oh
A dog of dire dying dons false fat gardens
& we love the sea’s old garland.

*
When Durban slumbers spill from dreaming eyes
Then a body under Numbers
Comes shooting barbarians into wide
Issuers of gods and forefathers
& the idolated Thames where I rode my lovers
Hangs under dolts & lazy mothers
& a bled boron of an old dodgy river
Raises raisins from sealers
Ah

The tweeters of city farthings pay for gassed cars.
Under robotic radios, a tree of stars
Knots a napkin about a Cd deck
& passers by supper after necked
Jazzed berries.

The smell of a room holds an infant nose. A rose
Raps killed candles upon
Daughtery drifts of light & dark
& a robed raided drum sees parks
Pomading under
A son-weaving hero- old thunder

Loosens bled bairns when
You & I separated nightlings from warven barks.

Wild heaven is through. Closed nude hens
Don beads & move

Ah?

*
A soaking river bow has our mien in thrall
O, a soapy finger
Digs fairy hands deep within baited halls
& we are together?

& a doping donkey’s clothes suffer balls
& a roping seal of mules
Sallies veined ides with blorted fools
O

As a dilly billy can pours gas-sweat
Then brollies under hands lash decked
Grapy veiny tree-weather
& the bosoms of a wide lover have to

Swipe old docks for sun-stewed
Lunatics. This side of rolled clocks,
A pistol-pusher found inside grey rocks
Drips, drips.
O.

A seeping sepia image of oxen now trips
Without any mental train
& woven under villages, oxo inside crypts
Study just how to rain
Outside a proud & perfective city flame.

& as a perfumer of crying fuck now hits
A hocus-pocus performer with
Laden valley-lips
We will cover us deeply where gold grips
Seize a sea of curls within
Odd men & old kids.

Doctorates of laughter harden
Iced coats & net-trapping women
./
Oh
*
Copyright Jim Bellamy 2018.

*
As the stars snort pepper, then a dukedom under light
Lends stains to reason
O, a steed of veins heaps under night
& these blind nights are fabled.

As bright stars suck feathers, then a baroness of Christ
Lend veins to seasons
& the dobs inside sweet drawers ends Christ
& we wallow with cradled
Sun-life
/

When once pigs of Easter suck sties, then
Men & kids go home now. O, a bobby
Leads gaols to lobbies.

*
& a man of rotted peas must boil oils & powder
O, as a lea of dweebs
Dodges inside sweet old seed
Then wove weed will puff on chowder
& rude sex has chowder
& salt sky will fall?

& women inside keys drop locked stalls
& the gun of Man
Shoots clusters with Pete Pan!
When once a silly spool of tears rains in halls
Then rode dressage sunder old eyes & babies.

*
A laded lady New Yorker hammers where wine
Weaves hell into a tapestry
O, when once nude slaughter rams after family
Then bad screens will rule a city
& robed killers riddle after coded old timed
Town burners.

& since we have let the country come under
Wolves & wives
Then burned owls must supper for thunder
;
*
O since the sad times we had have caused laughter
May now a son of lovers see
Old bad times flail. O, since a sad case of feather
Has led us to cities
Then we will certainly cry for rockers & father.

Underneath midlife, we explore romantic fever
& odes to urban Christ
Sally after closures.

& a sea of fat searches waves for ogres.

*
Odours under kidders crams dolts into mirrors
O a miller will tell his tale
& the boats of billers sea-hang dolts under
Closed tails & killers
O
Where once a mumbler mounts salt fever
Then green grabbers fire swallowing
Swallows & sparrow riders
& a sunny dell which strode to slept smilers
Sidle into aviaries.

Odours under mirrors map a mind business
With horned wept woollen easiness.

*

A tardive history of dumb child-men here & now
Lends sweet fears to clouds
O as a family of guns shoots baby hens then crowds
Lend sweet tears to shrouds
& the dunny purse of binning pow-wows
Lends pierced lips to our town.

When once a babe in a blast brags after us
Then sippers of jade
Has hold on a city slave. This side of us, dust
Drops strangeness where a room of fires
Dances under danger
Oh.

We have congered under neat nodded lust
O we have sun-sundered
Closed riddles of star-fathers; & a cut Leda
Rides awn swans till dead.

*
The whippers of doled sea-gold listens to a gilded
Sun of starry rippers
O, when once tarry razors rape oaths then old hills
Suffer phlegm & scissors
& we will use paper, tweezers, & lubes
& we will fall for death’s feathers.

The kitted cunt that cuts rolled soul glistens, &
Casters of ribbons blood swung veins
Up, up
& the hangers of mad Christ burns
Earth-teams & criers.

Underneath carried carrion castles, dead ferns
Pot swept sperm-seedlings where
Heated spermatozoa sleeps in an armchair’s
Wanked devise.

& since we have come to unwind
Back into our minds
Then dibbers of old times sun-spine
Blue broken ladies.

*
O this wide spot in which we use siled pot
Ignites tipped papers of old life
& the wide clock in which we smoulder
Has huge heels & stoned heights.

O this scene of laughter which sees rot
Wiping space-alien flour with baked soft
Salt-raising cakey sweetening bun-lofts
& we have out blood weddings made
.
Oh we have the candle-candour where
Old waxes weep inside riled sun-hair; &
As a loaded sea-welp loosens star-hair
Then sweetening doobies will see sand

Burning, burning
Uhhhhh.

*
An ode to burning buries us in the past
O, a hymn of yearning unburies a vast
Sea-patina of screeched lakes & clothed
Crow-caned dizzy doll-deranging
Seals of soled hearts
& a blithe bomb in burnt bed sees Rhodes
Star-claiming
Dunny dunes & cradle casts.

O when once a serial code walks under
Venus, Adonis, & the Socrates of thunder
Then hectors & shadowers
Will rot for rock’s sake. Old yawners
Lam suicidal clifftops with

Weaving petrol lives. & a city falls.

*
*
& heaven is all vermillion

& heaven is all vermillion. What with dazzlers
Driving dirty lust into old sin
Then heaven will seem vermillion
& death is swept from pinions where
Old coded bones eat sound
& heaven is wrecked by mallow. Where rivers
Raid us, then men and light will
Undersound a star & the mermen in
Huge wired streams & bodies

& heaven is all vermillion. What with saviours
Creaming for empty dust, then
Heaven will appear left to dilly women
& laden hills must hear deaths
Hammering light where crippling sex
Weaves silence inside a flower; &, O,
Huge heaven is all vermillion.
& heaven is all vermillion.

Whence Fathered high by filthy verve
(Made lucid by robed scissor-birds)
We suffer death as love’s deaths die &
Wild heaven is all vermillion.

Though tardy men will seem self-warned
& although the buds of killers rain
& although the cuts of mirrors crane
From deep drowned veins, heaven’s stain
Will sunder mesh from Krishna’s bones
& the sex of the skeined suffer drones
& heaven is all vermillion
& drinking death has no body’s minion
& heaven is all vermillion.

Although the sun of Man has no ropes,
Though the gin of Pan has no dope,
Although the spin of Ram sunders hope
Blue hedons will harbour seasmen
& heaven is all vermillion

Baited piggers push pigs from eyes
Slaked sun-stickers raise green spies
Odes to mirrors will turn from lies, &
Self will have no opinion
Because heaven is all vermillion
& death reaches after killer’ s wives.

Oh.

*
Copyright Jim Bellamy 2018.
*

Startled by pigs in guns, we opt to die for
Deepening candy-creams
O, a murderer of daisy-dreams will score
Sweetening blue veins
& the rifled summer has suns for brains
& the missions blow
O.

When once cruel video films a crow
Then bloodied winter spew chills robed
Radios of deaths and entertainers
. o
The nippy sides of love’s rose
Stifles crude men & angels
Slide down from a keen grave.
*
Smashed inside a gizzard, we opt to raise
Romantic Romans
& the gulls of war shoot mindless naves
& we shoot the frozen
O.

As a dining daisy wilts for sick, then lays
Lay lammed lace where
Coastal sadness washes hands in prayer
& the dead seem chosen by
Loaned ladies
O

Sliding into cream, we hear a lullaby
Calling out of the rain.

*
Grande gaoled hissing gods
Lend outelbowed space to mean Loves
& the shimmering seas sound
Old graves & killed geese. O
Grande jailed pissing sods
Send outelbowed faces where old drugs
Drink in the sex rain.

When once a bed of fleas has
Dreamed dolls & darling ash, then pain
Pomades a sea of puled
Nylon city fools
& a dob of dogs walks stools inside
Nettled fistulas.

Grande nailed pissing gods
Empty old balls. & the wines of wives
Stop dead
.

*
The needling knives of fathers dig a pined
Pretty pincushion
& the Ides of wives frig a dimmed
Sea of missions
O the needling lives of fathers dig spine
& death holds love’s motions
& the lanes of leaders lend codes to sleep
Uh.

Why wind wells boom as sun dells cry
Won’t be known till children die
Ah, god’s world is as blind as an lie, &
Wicked watchers of a lost girl
Sea-hangs beds from nunneries.

As we sail out to die, then our blue hands
Must chop voodoos from Rodeo cans
& cheap chills chap after
Bad bells & burned old laughter!

Niceness nettles nippies with
Spermatozoa; & eaten old kids
Drive from father.

*
Lazy lizard boys lace lanes with losing
Wintry summer
O lazy lizard toys taste pain as crying
Weeps after
Odes to mother
& the Ides of lovers loosen moving
Shooting fathers

Crazy wizard wolves maul bats; I
Used to know gulls but know I can
Never listen to god’s hand
& waves crash deep within Woman
& self-sex lams us with sand.

The galleons of Spanish guardians
Supper on cocoa skies
& the drips of death shatter dives
With gay nights of stilled stone.

*
As a ragged moped Madam hears England
Jeering at cold graves
Then a jagged road of Adam sees Eden
Laying tawny waste to knaves
& we know Eve & Adam. O, as braves
Sidles under staves, then Howarth
Rots inside a Bramwell brain.

& the wives of passion sweat under
Blue brides & mad missions; & lovers
Lead clouds to water
& the brides of passion weep under
Green guides of deadly neural lumber.

As a ragged moped Madam sees arise
Keen stars of Israel, the clothed tribes
Rock, rock
& the eyes of nests knock where dives
Send sailors to drowned sleep, O, clocks
Trip for vaginal hills?

& the cosines of catholic cousins
Rap dirtied knuckles on a sea of mills
& an old miller tells his tall tales.

*
The ashes of burning babies build death high
O the flashes of yearning
Lead lions to dogs & bodies
& the plashed eyes of the dead summon lies
& the dashed wives all abed
Lay chemical waste where old gods cry
O

When once a pit of ponies parades after
Laden rain & the raisins of the Father
Then youth and I will hear a female lover
Claiming crypts from cascaded
Halls of red maned killers; & an old die
Cuts crap from a closed city spy
O.

The mashes of mind men seal sky-
As odes to strangers writhe
Then we will numb naked bee-hives
With waxen waspish urban tithes; -

Sickness sucks a sallied scissor for
Green glebes & cuckooed sister war.

*

The wept wolves of wide-eyed women
Sweep tailed gulls of their feet
& the iced mad men who suck robed hens
Sweep sailed skulls where sleep
Strums a washed guitar
& the eyes of sloshed rivers send sold men
Homeward, where a mirror under tar
Shines like a dream
O

When once outelbowed elves hear cars
Carrying colonnades to the sides of Mars
Then dogs & dressers
Dam pearly pinned pulled pin cushions
Inside fire when a killer on an old hill
Sups sense from an old grave’s
Lip-sewn body.
O.

Underneath glued sleep, we stick to a
Bell of balls & bended scissor star
& ghosts go West.

*
& I will lay thee down
In a cuckoo cage

& I will lay thee down in a cuckoo cage
& I shall summon a town from a screen
O I will lay death deep where a candy stage
Opens up eyes for you and me
&

I shall wither like the wind where cold age
Lays bitter minds on the coast
& we shall shiver & ride to the sides of trees
O where once we flow, then
Knocked bees will sweeten a rose
O, the honeyed suns of men hear women
Weeping for the stars of life
& the cellars under guns see old children
Come whipping at an old wife’s history
&

Blazed striped ken kiss a hill when Christ
Peeps up from His promontory
& with hey & a ho & a knotted high tree
We swing from the buds under sex seed.

There is an old sail to fan for sea-need
But old sea-ghosts sail as wavers heave.
o-la!!!

By Jim Bellamy dob 2/12/1972

*
& when punished by a pierced pin cushion
We must sunder eyes with hot spun miction
& the bed partners of the lithe & dead
Listen to the sides of a mallow-metal bed
& plied pigs peer inside a narrow ribbon
& the kind dead dream now>?

O & a river in a shed slaps waves with
Blown bodies - Uh a gun on a sex swig
Crashes minarets where grey goddess sprigs
Blue blades where oceans soothe
Five mean forests & the summer under
Nude naked faces.

& when punished by a pierced skin cushion
We will sunder a rider from horsed confusion
& the lead of men must
Sink petrol teeth deeply down where musk
Cuts a cradler from grey masks & chicken.

Bad barks sink where sad rafts quicken.

*
Copyright Jim Bellamy 2018.

*
As defining purses pay sex tax to midnight
Then the hills of fathers tip the rain
& the sky under old death sees grain
Groping wheat from apples
O

This slashed summertime has a wintry sea
& the droves of darlins damages
Locked up scissor spies
O
As defining feather horses ride from wyes
Then successful mirrors must dry
Coated urine hands.

A body of lovers leads men where
The loaves of trippers
Tack bombs to radios.

*
& I have found may to motorway toilets
& eyes have ground down
Pissing pelican tracts
& a silly ground will use carred latrines
& the summer’s windows must
Transgress jams with fast lust
O
Where a bellied body breaks, then
We will enter us inside jacked dust
& a vastness of pigeons
Will punish pups with sold sea zen
.
& I have found a way to motored
Sun-slipping coded pealed nerves
& we have japed under us as birds
Bang in huge leaves.

A coda inside a devil sings for
Gripped gore & searched sex-war.

*
The jiggering Dom Daniel of the blind West
Sea-jams dogs where odd salt deaths
Ram malt into money
The doctors of honey head under dregs
O the proctors of baby rock keen figs
& the hourly wounded Lady
Soaps up a bright wet fist

Pigs in nunneries shoot a bully mind-
Old doddering boots see minds
Sinking shoes inside
Lady-wise pricking foot-fined
Crops of beers & blue blinds
& party men blow crackers when
Bursting cunny crows
Suck cream-ken
.
O a dasher of drummed death drinks slowed
Impossible rivers
& a blown bended star of sleep-clothes
Washes naked feathers.

..

Copyright JDB 2019

..

where once a dragged dream
delves for diamonds
then footed golds will scream
& the vessels under cream
seasons god's mean siren
O
the bottled blithe eyes of
separating demon drones
sink old fingers where Love
storms cold horse
O
the faces of a dined sauce
snip dribblers
& the aching sea of millers
paint grey cabins
O
the cuckoos in a cage force
lions under tigers
& a she rat under rage suffers
scrapped girl riders

& a cunt's sweet crypts
slam gooseberries.

*
a sea-canned sister dams
keen city roses
o a sea-hanged muister rams
cold city poses
& the guilty crossing hands of
eager female God
raps against old heaven's
cracked backdoor
uh

when once a sea of tears
drizzles under eyes, then fears
come toppling guns where
shooted hips on a natron snare
veiny snails
uh

a sea-canned sister summons
weary wives
& robed tribes try for sermons
& cages coast for
bald Ninevah's
shrill abandon...

*
they lay me down where age
uses a cut chalk
& they lay thee down where rage
eats a sea-stalk
& the vines of winter
ram honeys down summer O-

i ride for ruins. Old forks
famish after
swallowed laughter
& as the lips of liars eat corks
then we will rampage
for bruised sea-fathers

i will lay thee down as talk
chatters under tears
&, juiced, we will see talk
jamming muted tree-sears

La.

*
the families of keen flesh
rocks stoney death
ah, the memories of sex
rot & rot
O
the melodies of salt flesh
cuts a stoned moon
& the drips of death
cut gold
O
when once cold camals
use dromedary sandals
then lightning
stops rolled
caged sea-coals.
O
i will lay thee down
where
cuckoos use hair
.
*
naked salty cold nights
dam hot ice
o
babied sweet sea christ
heals chilled life
& a bomb iin a moon
will part all dust
o
naked salty cold nights
derange blue light
.
this side of a gunman
we see rise
a coconut moon, &

eaten rifles hit birds
& beaten cradles serve
tits & bum bodies-

we have sucked birds-
as nude bagels
feed dumbed Babel
then sex will strangle

Oh

*
the grassy city where lost knolls
shot a body
has now come to end
o- this glassy city where crashed men
sea-jam death's dead friends
will dream of pea-hens
& the arse of our kiddies
must nuke a tree of rubies
O
a hobble horse under fever sends
old blue bubblers when
an invisible road raps ridden
bollted wedded snapt women..

there is a hearse of whores
& this female hearse has wards
& the keen cool sweats of birds
washes skin with stirred
kinky lards & napped sea-nerds
O
we wash ourselves as claws
ram roses down blued rain; & oars
stink of pregnant bitumen..

we are fed to chapped old men
..
*
The oozing renters of rolling flex
heals over
o, the boozing embers of mother
serves sodas to
dead sofas- & a starry nude
will supper for
teeming naked war
o
the oozing renets of rolling flex
heals father
& the blonde baker of lips
hear blue promontories
glistering after caged factories
o
when once a pig in a net strips
bones & bodies
then a bad bod of kiddies rip
stoned old men
..
Eyes have ears for lemon trees
o ..
we are never told?

*

oh time has come to listen to the dead
oh time has come to raise a fatal web where
dipped dollies ram the world
& the drained faces under trees of hair
writhe after
dammed decks of choking cherrry laughter
oh time has come to listen to the dead
lo, time has come to raise a fatal bed where
trillers of urban babies
shop for crusts.

& the cuckoo cage i will use for us will
lay thee down in a wooden nave
&, o, eyes under dives must summon ill
failed hills of night & evening's sex mill
./
This side of a draped death, we will hiss
& the sliding of a sweet necked nip-kiss
wardens for pigs & metis?

oh time has come to listen to the dead
oo, i have been atoned by missions
..
?

*
the bad sound of a sky-dyed god
has red wigs for its angel lover
o the sad stunned town where mother
maimed us with light
has no bed- & the ice of a lover
feeds fawned factories to mice
oh
the sugary strurgeons of god christs
pay from the sawn grave
to lend pictures of stone city trades
& the Ides of Man
wrap salt soaps around cock-craved
easel fishes
oh
the bad sound of a sky-dyed cunt
craps a hunt of shipped shit- & junk
dollies about
dread milked mikes
& perpetual prisons peek for
spermy daddy ashes; & a bed-war

sacks a scuttering of pinched dykes..

ah.

*
& I shall feed minnows to sparrows
uh, i will give the galliows to
chillled pinching blues
& the diamond rivals of old meadows
lay pushing wastes to
dolly miction
& the eggs of harvest swing under
radio rainbows
lo,.
when once a pig of ages cutus noosed
lady picks from
dummy sleaze-drums
then we await the soaks of warred
biddy dizzy baked leather-used
vaginal hills
o
the ivories of summer glow like fused
wry-sickled bruised
bed fellow who dream of sun-screws
& melted cunt-dudes
dram edams where city nudes
scutter...

& i shall feed minnows to sparrows
uhm, i will give gin-heads to
tomorrow's raiding screens; & mallows
must wall death under
nuked tears & funeral tundra
O

'i'm made of sin & sliced sin scores
a sunnny diva on death's shore
& man is shaped from sex wards
& i am nipped by
naked citrus roses...

END?

*
Copyright jim bellamy 2019.

*
here there are lambs on the stage
o when once cold hands
embrace salt honey, then blue rage
hear heaping islands
dreaming of god's mink-cage
la
the hornets of money seee age
ripening under a duned
shut citty of dead cars
oh

the steeples of a sexed room
scutter under
blurred sea-fathers & room
robs love of saints
& painted plebs soothe
blonde eyes
..
here there are lambs on the stage.
here, there are seas of sage
Oh.

*
a penis on the sudden fall
hits salt seed with a stripped wall
o, a penis on a sodden stall
cuts vaginas from cats & gall
.
when once a sprigged cat crawls
then sexy signets
will suck a supper's dragnets?

a penis on the sudden fall
will wee from an erection; Oh
this side of a wife, defection
cups bruised breasts
.
i will sup on stoats - eyes
will bind beards to closed skies..

commanders of a baked lie
bake scrolls & then see die
all animals.

*
o what ho for the fashioned death but
naked city apes
o what ho for prized hills of theft but
naked baby snakes?

the signals of lost cars cut a nut
o the naked eyes of a snapt butt
weeps for wept sound
& we rise outside sound as lakes
rap on worlds.

wasted eagle-dust seasons girls
& the shade of dyed curls twirl
easy long-ladied fingers
.
o what ho for the fashioned death but
naked city dates?
o what ho for live drills but shut
hired windows?

saviours under tea-things muck
vaginal favours.

*
ingles under false-headed fairies
have a bed for a mind
o weevils under salt-shredders
suck a gossamer wing
& the worms of love give in to
dyed dollar springs
o

the witness to bed-beated dust
climbs under sugar summer; &
loaded lust leaps
& we will cage cabs where sand
smothers ocean-teets
o

ingles under false-headed fairies
haver a web for a spine
& we will drink wine from minds
& we will suffer death?

the bladed bays of kids wreck
all dived raised sex
.; & we are sex.

*
wetted woollen weepers war after
red sea murder
o wetted nylon nippers nap farters
& gods gold-swung torture
sea-stabs dogs & motels- Ah

molten pickers piss for hostels
& the cuckoo caged hospitals
dam casts with mad machines, Ah

wetted woven slickers dream after
verboten vines
& a gun of winds
cutters a cold clock as fast sins
shatter

o the pugs of cystic cogs spin
& nightshades give in to lather.

a cabbage in a coil sucks oils
& a bed of spun soils
dies, dies, dies!

kissers of lies caress knives
& we wish for feathers.

*
the cut mound of a naked sky
slips cavavans where
rosy spectres of a booked snare
drinks to death's dime
& the diners under dark ride
homedward
o

the teas of sound swill burrs
& the headless town
must star-warm a bod of curs
& the green litmus of nerves
knock on caged wood
o

the soft latrines of nude bird
supper after hearts & nerves
& a cuckoo in a crypt
wages after cloned trips &
blown massed macadam rams
green colts..

the cut mound of a naked wife
weeps for dead rings
& the starry guns of a tit-Christ
clambers after

a dizzy waxed pizza-poster?

ghosts of glued Easters shove
xmas & gifted moon-light; & I
roam for cunt aromas
& i listen out for eggy drovers
..
Icy eaten starved salt-suns ride
& we cut anorexic guides
& the banging cars of tribes
stop.

*
fists of fissions strike for a dollar-cue
o lips of prisms underwrite
old gods of tissue
& when once a car of light smoothes
oats & kissed dues
then an ashen ram must seem
burned from silence
o
fists of fissions cuff after mumma
& we bead after
bled bods & family fever; & silence
weaves a sun from divas
ah
i have wived us to scissor scums
& i have
sun-shaped crabs from old cabs
& the dunes of the dead bag
naked nuked monkey drags- La?

a bird in a lost beak swigs
swiped winged pobs who dig us
& we are farted from candle-dust..

END.

*
oh now that my knees have started
to rock, rock, rock
then the viney bones we have will
rot inside diddy beaded sun-darted
drivellers of God
O

when once a spoon of leas have s
unlocked a ghost-laquer
then green buns must see flavour
dunging under odd \Love

oh now that my body-keys have
draggled broken booze-labs,
then i will lick us from scabs
& i will issue bolts to locked cabs
O.

when once a room of reeds nabs
skeletal winter crags
then we must dream-light cubed crabs
& a dilly ghost of fat flavour
ignites a labile God with sweetened
head-most carnical summer?

Oh a dolly has
just one toyed life.

*
oh cut yon face from a dustbin & listen to the rain
oh the sun's case has a red burned skin
& the issues of lilies have all too many trained
daddy leaves.

o cut your face from a dustbin & hear wet pain
pummellling puled parades from
briny wells of mind
& the thieves of wine drink death dry - Guns
marry maiden magazines
oh...

can the sleeved seasaw of fathers see guns
shooting a cancer-moon?
la, can the reeved shadow of lovers see scrums
force spooning rugged sea-tunes
to fallowed heels when a bag of brooms

boiled cocoa dry?.....

I?

*
o as for love's fanny, she will scream forever
& as for love's snake
we will slide lewd drakes under winter fever
o as for love's lady, she must dream forever
of dunny clouds & menstrual rape.

& i will lay thee down in a cuckoo's nape
ah, as veins vamp for
whored criies & wards
then i will lay thee down in slide lakes
& the Ides of Death may play a part
inside the widowed picture of a sad heart
& sex & Death may have no wallchart.

o as for love's family, we will scream after
endless bootless sea-laughter
& we will jump the jazzy seas as father
cums under a sneak bus..

This side of roped pain, i will lust for
cuckoos & toxic cabined slipped war.

La!

*
Copyright Jim Bellamy 2019.

*
the vagrant devils who taunt the streets
have colds for wives
o the fragrant rivals of the panched
ram fingers down knives
& we are laid in a cuckoo
& we smile after fast dew

the dialler of devils who stalk meet
telephone brains
& the fast ventures of a boy reap
receptions under trains.

o old trampled tramps caress veins
& urban suckers, stamped,
cross roads with dirty silver.

*
the fastness of a blue girl grits
dirty teeth
o, the vastness of a green world
washes greese
& a zitty woman fleeces twirls
old killers.

the rider of a red room whirls
cardboard trains
& the eye of veins hits pearls
& we are made from scripts
& we sing all round the world..

the fastness of a blue gal rips
dinner keys
& the voce under tripped lips
rams need's

occidental money sleeve.

*
a billy body bounces down
hilly lanes
o a baby toy bounces round
silly veins
& the flower of old towns
drill for feathers.

& the caged hands of sound
scatter noise
o the gaol of sands
unlocks fanny as old joys
die for prison.

a billy boy bounces down
silly lanes
o a lazy ploy seasons veins
& galled crows outgrab

/
*
the diggers of dazzling deacons
drink cured roses
o the riders of razzling bee-men
toast bread roses
& rodeos lam tall tripped faces
.
when once a gangled sex laces
invisible English clothes
then a blue island sears loaves
& a car of poses
plait a plate with stoned stoved
lost stasis.

the diggers of dazzling deacons
drink cured roses
& bad demure clocks season
red vineyards..

O

*
welshed yo-yos drop peat
underneath dead sleep
& a canyon's poncho reaps
closed beds & old neat
pluperfect meat
.
the eaten bales of wheat
feed lost Christs
& a father under lost night
sunders summer.

& a cage of clams slights
slithering jugulars
& a stage of drams writes
under skies O

welshed yo-yos drop peat
underneath red man's heaped
hallway of disaster
& we swim for plaster
& we lay killed where fathers

die.
*
when peering into shadows, i hear
bald men coming into
blinded boys & rent diving fear
knocks at hell's sad door
o

when peering into shadows, i sneer
& the pobs of heaven
rap a sea of wide fear
& the wakes of summer see a tear
drinking after war
o

the tonsured baskets we have
made our very own
store carpets where old bone
buries hands under crags
& a lea of light licks cold straps
uh...

when peering into shadow, we hear
closed pipping pigged piers
angelling after
drowned amusements where
weevilled doctors
heal a drowned sea..

& i will hectre us & i will seize
blue sleeves.

*
the vanisher of the vaginal moon
ravage sex with lard & water
& the ribboned sister of slaughter
deals old cards

& when once plumed rooms
rock under fire
then old cards will seize fire
& the vanisher of the vagina
drop doctors
down, down
O

the snipped saviour underground
drizzles where
grey herons duct pelicans
& a swing of air
stoppers
rude waves...

tthe vanishers of the vaginal moon
slash peered wrists
& cold stashes of city writs
suck a golden sunrise.

uh

*
o. for osyter shells & babies
i will proclaim ladies
as lilted as a sea of mods &
where my country senses
lay a forced mind with trenches
then i will ride you
homeward.

& the insidious casts of red
blue roman scissor devs
dream of lost kids, then beds
will outstrip lions
.
o for oyster shells & bodies
i will inflame blind cabbies
& we will take our factories
way out where the moon
feeds fish to promontaries

the infectious swing of blood
snaps a weal around
the metal vice of carmine sound
& a bellied sweat-town
scatters sweet loved notes.

O eyes inside a hewn rope
screw the easy hanged.

*
o i laughed just yesterday
about cats & kitchens
o i took a bad bath & clay
creams for old graves

& the summers of day
fit a fist under burned lays
& we twirl wax fingers
o

i laughted just yesterday
& blind clouds covered me
& the seas of Pan
sea-hanged me as Man
lost drugs to warders
o.

the fished fists of killers
crap against a palmed wall
& easy bees bend stung molls
& coded gangsters
shoot the killed?

o i jammed a dizzy moon
lo i crammed an old room
& cosy bloodied red runes
rode us inside
cocks & blue dragons...

& i laughed just yesterday
& i head us
loosening kids as dust
flew aside from clayed
nude grain..

END.

*
For these vast poppies of glass
i give christ's troth
o for death's blurred body I
give rise to stations of
naked radio.

when once a cellar's gasp
pants for hot tallows
then we will don a gallows?

for these vast poppies of glass
i give christ's cross
o for death's bruised baby, i
give green wives
& we weep for the sun
o

this strangled life's lesson
shoots the killed
& the wode of the milled
hears a hatted tale when
we caress blued lissom?

blithe body men will end
where, capped, we see men
dying, dying
Lo!

we appear sex-slowed..

*
Copyright Jim Bellamy 2019.

*
& a scar of starry chatter
sucks up
old meals; & a plate of lovers
cuts up
saly reels
o when once ivies glow
then mental dipped snow
slumbers for wheels
& the pursed palls of
idiot cries
bomb a town of seals
o

the tocsins of a windfall
uses fire for ermine
& the wives of old sin
lobs droves at vermin; &
a digger baths sand-dams
damaged blithe walls.

the shuddering noise of
silver bols
shatterr, -la, a bed of bud
hears molls
laying peacocks under
lady dolls
O

a menstrual spider drugs
a web of skulls
& a seath well of dugs
has a wrinkled Love.

& a scar of starry chatter
sucks up
old pelicans & sea-sluts.

*
pandects of hisser-men
can toads within
diggng colour-sin
o
pandects of river-men
can a red sea-skin
o
the kissers of an owl
slam budgies where
odes to eagles

whip a blonde horse...

pandects of mirror-men
can rodeos
& the radio yo-yos
dam docs with
aged

lambs strike a stage
..

*
the bellies of a bedside
bind dreams to knives
o when once blurred pharoahs
lend drag to sea-spies
then a bull of killers will
writhe
o
the ballets of a bread-side
bind seas to killers
& a bod of bells wrings
eyes & eels
then old men use swings
o
the sallowed sun of rings
dons penates gold
& closets cuss for hymns
& the dead shine
o
the bellies of a bedside
bind dreams to lovers &
bad babblers bang
just like a scissor.

*
the giver of a lost ghost suffers
green groves & killers
o ther ruder of a false host fathers
jackfrost & cold soap
& the biker of a torn lover hears
naked monkeys.

o, the giver of a lost ghost
jams jacksies as a bended rope
hooks bandits under countries
& a city of fire
dams edams with love's spire
uh.

the dreamers of a dead brother
hits god's sleeve
& men and Gods will smother
drips under seed...

& this bitter funeral pyre heeds
wallowers & vermin.

*
the pinkers of a bell-bed has
naked killers
o, the riders of a celled gas
nukes old nippers
& red lips eat old flotillas
& a bald natron
builds wives under old glass.

the pinkers of a bell-bed has
naked drillers
o, the riders of a cellled gas
pukes under mirrors
& red mitts maul nude mass
& sodas
wash love's sad feet.

& a bonce of blood beats
giddy heads
& a cunt of god has sleep
ramming dregs
..
eyes under snaked eggs
cook till screened.

*
this side of a mind we succour
titted city wine
o, this side of a mind, we supper
after easy lime
& a grave of faces has lovers
leading dogs to grain
& a bed of junk cuts fevers.

when once urban sluts shatter
splattering wind
then a bayed bone of bins
sea-stabs
closets where eagled crags
crap on killers

& the heady press of cabs
sire a knowing stag
& odes to snowing grabs
vast blue babies...

O

*
the spastic sloes of one zillion skies
cut a chair from a table
o the mastic rose of one trillion luies
cut hot hair from a gable
& a wode of wool weeps after
bruised feather fathers
.
when once a prom of pills rides
high in the eyes
then we will whip dogs with dives
& mod men who die
will never let death die
& a branch of bookers must supper
for teased fried lives.

the spastic sloes of ten zillion wives
cut a prayer from a fable
o then classic crow of ten trillion tides
walllop seas with devils
& a bounce of brine drinks cables
under female fish.

the instant when grey pushers
peer under Hesperides, then clappers
must stop
.
O the wives of Aladdin lammer for
bust blocks
..

* & we may never wife the bolllocks
o we will never
suck a listless lover
& we may never cry- under rocks
we lean of fever
.
the yo-yo of the dead shoots clocks
& vaginal exegesis
suffers spind dolled old creatures

the baited beds of blood cut featured
cunt-sucking seizures
& the wizards of pierced fingers
pinion gals & scissors...

when once a pig of iron smokes
grey liver stinkers
then we may never sleep for smokes
o we use the veins of mirrors
& a doll of whores
dances under cradles
..
& we may never wife the bollocks
o we will never
suck a raped world
& the promotions of a gassed girl
dons blue pearls....

once below a time, we heard
curled faces fawning under birds
& we drank to tip-top
& we wanked for gilt socks
..
Eyes idolise blue brains when
old bodies
die...

*
& i give bran to bread-men
lo, as a sex-baker toasts cold Zen
then i pray for self-raising Yoga
& i give bran to bread-men
o

& i give rise to bun-men when
cocklers of cookers suffer gems
& the sex of a clock boils hems
& bubblers of marigolds
burn beautiful cakes- O, demonds
denote a broiled oat-pussy
..
ashes under udder-wine weep
&, ashen, buttered brines reap
oars & ogres-.. This side of sleep
we saunter where swards
scrape grain from heels
& a harvest factory reels
ah- when a bended braid steels
posies under panes
then a dirty song of reins must
crash an eaten sneezed-trained

dig of broaches & cuffed dust...

& i give bran to bread-men
lo, as a sex-shaker seasons men
then eyes under eynes
will rattle thunder- & rollers
reap a razor
...
Clisters cover caved killers when
bolted bubblers
hang hags from city mumblers.
.
*
& i will lay thee down...

& i will lay thee down in a cuckoo-cage
& i will ravage sex with lumber
o i willl lay thee down
& when the slides of christs dam rage
then eyes will lay thee down in sex-age

when once an oceaned promontory slaves
after sex & ruin
then the arks of screw-ins will
dedicate dolled hearts to a stroking hill

& i will lay thee down in a cuckoo-cage
ah, i will suffer thee under
easy lips & lamping northed thunder
& ice will squeeze you
& a heady north-ship will spew you
over & always under
dark masks & dunny dilly Father....

O the hands of the sage
limb-lock lovage where a tree's stave
will sup a gold supper- & bent lays
lam us when god's tundra
shows no idle mercy.

& will shake you under oven-burning
& we will take hay long when
snaped cradlers listen men of yearning
studying for a cuckoo cage..

this side of the dark, a rider of the dark
dons a feather & a sky
lo this city dart dazzles daddy's mark
& a cuckoo face will sear cooked sky
& ken will cage an oiled house
Ahh...

the budded brined wrists of old Mars
suck a cloth from out the moon
& sizzlers of a salt tryst
heap holdals where a starry mist
misses tar-roomies!
...
when wide of the past & stained
then timeless carriages
ravel into old times
& i will marry youth to tines
& the robin's coat will grind
away, away, away

& i will lay thee down in a cuckoo cage.
~
*
Copyright Jim Bellamy 2019.

*
the nunneries of a saddled moon
send monks to sleep
o, the memories of a straddled heap
dig after coded wounds
& the limes of Man
overwatch deaths & Peter Pan.

where once we came home for
faked dinners & sweet robes
then we opened up a backdoor.

the nunneries of a stained moon
send monks to meat
o, the teething heads of gloom
stagger for rich sex smog?

& a bodall under city glass
sea-hangs hags & bone grass.

*
the cemeteries where we made dead friends
hereby exits into fire
& the monasteries where we made men
dance against a pyre
heeds cowls & chuldren
o
the pinnace where we sailed for sin has
a bad pig for a city throat
& the molls of a biddy bags fired glass
& the dales of country prison
unlocks a clocked mission
o
when once we tread against us then
sacrifice will look us as; & women
widen like blue laughter..

END.

*
the diddies of a dead cage see rise
old widowed eyes
o the dunnies of a spread cage see rise
cold female wives
& the sunny slick of fingering lies
lap guns from old ladies
.
when once we learn about lost tides
then we will walk for jive
& the searing summer of a bruise
cups titties udner cervix-knives...

the diddies of a dead cage seee rise
cold widowed minds
ah the dummies of a red cage see rise
grey female dives
& a dizzy bell blows blonde brides
east of old England??

Bad blackbirds sing for spring when
gay winter
ends.

*
a dolled drive of death
darkens nude wars
o the nailed sky of endless death
swims after
green murder
& the wives of Eden suffer
old giddy purdah

when once a pigged vagina
rides inside blue pain
then a nick of powder will
sunder neon rain
& a mind of grain must spill
stilled baby.

a dolled drive of death
darkens rude wards
Oh, the nailed jives rend death
& a bird of winter
sucks stoned swallows when
closed features enter
guiilty mines..

*
weavers of women sweep breasts
underneath bones & pillows
o weaves of children heap nests
& a woud of Israel
lays pure life where cold deaths
travel like a gun.

& when once a pill of sex-deaths
sunder a silly small death
then England must listen under
stony autumn wives
oh?

weavers of women eat deaths-
bivoaucs of hair comb deaths
& the dreamy suns of death
send kids where fear flowers
up, up
..
a dizzy dog of tar sheds cuffs
& cats spin as they duff
meaty crying
& a feline with no mind
hears God & sears timed
human tails...

END

*
sailed under killers, a crisscrossed sea jam
darkens hollowed lips
ah, sailed under rippers
a slashy cut of mother hears a death of trips
cupping blue tits
& a bulb of Love
hits grains of god's drugs where codas
freeze under grey dogs
O

when once a bed of hair dreams of
old pigs & gay sprogs
then an arch of faith prays after lobbed
stoned shots
O

sailed under killers, a crisscrossing sun jams
darkening sky scripts
ah, a slashy sea of nips
suck nippies as a vanned side of cars rams
fairy cycles...

i will lay thee down in a cucko's saddle
& lash your sex to rivals
& the red mien of sex hears odd gables

gabbling where sperm burned.

*
goblins under evil mouths telll idiot tales
& the wives of Eden
shatter coded God where eaten veils
suck a bibler's cleaned baby
& the christs of reason
lick parisian cars as holy bed daddy
uses a bald body
O

when once pigged peels of sin
study how to cry
the vaginal lobbies will heat winds
& the purse of lies
must pay a piper for a city high?

gobllins under evil doubts hear sails
sharpening bulled blind bales
& the riders of the dead hear nails
sailing under
green shadow
& amazing sandmen sup a holow
neck of apes....

END

* The lost ovens of the cooked & starved
suck cakes from lard
o the crossed onion of the nooked
suck breads from scars
& the bad loss of a red car' s Ma
must wed kids to embers
O

when once a ball of rain swings
deep, deep down where a tree of rings
dons guilty reason
then bol of gold will arise from
cuckoo men & death's rolled treason
O

the lost ovens of the cooked & barred
laughs at miraclous bellings
& a loaf of piss parades for
sun-lit summer chills where iced war
lammed us with strange hot rubbings?

the men at the foot of a false grave
hammer figs under daisies
& i shall lay us down where kiddies
clambour after lost fun.....

Uh

*
& i will lay thee down... o, I will shake
hot men with old sound
& i will lay thee down....o, i will shape
snakes & serpent asses
& when once a bull of blood passes
plumed serpetines
then a wizening shadow of masses
will preach a sea of minds

o the sallied haloes of old lasses
lassoo lips to menstrual ladies &
funereal flesh will coat jams in land
& we will suffer for silver as bad brands
sell false shops to ermine
\o

& i will lay us down & i will surroun d
police gas with elemental torn towns
& i will advance at the face of clowns
...
ooo gee it is so ffing good to hear gin
drowning bods in wined sin
& eyes will poke themselves as din
cups a red surrendeer under ground

green minted sex-shaved coffees..

*
& as sinking lotions under aubergine stasis
delimits ghosts with egg-slanted faces
delve after hot glassed war
& the hills of mind screw flavoured aces
& the wode of disused moars
melt inside a toaded city score
O

& as striking oceans hammer blithe races
then cyclical pummelled cases
cry for a gem-glued girl; & neon cords
pull on a dead umbilical
& the nudes abed with vaginahas
lost heads for lotus broads
O

a swinging crocus boat swallows us
& the dilly crocus eaters who warm us
jam under the brides of a dead ward
...

& as hissing potions poke at limes
then diddy loos will row after rhymed
bodies of bruised dates?

i have laid thee down where oldness
shatters comfry teas with shave death
& i will soften teased kids with
Toaded fields & rapped pig-pissed

dogs of derrierres.

*
Copyright Jim Bellamy 2019.

*

the clicking circus of a laid mind
cuts a cured trapeze
o the ripping crocus of a loose mind
sucks a weird disease
& the mines of sadness see vines
brewing stramge drapes
.
the blue sides of Abaddon spine
soundless easy leaves
o the clicking circus of a laid mind
cuts a curved oak sea
& the eyes of fury topple timed
bols & acid.

O the tithes of Eden hang rancid
body birds
& blown videos vamp for placcid
lady nerves..

*
The vials of finger varnishers carry
cabs of war
o the smiies of givers will marry
flotillas of red warves
& a bed of ales dreams of sallied
rose petals.

this side of summer, we see baby
bee-banging sweets from metals
& the lash of light
loops rings arund bright sex night.

& the dials of diggers will marry
lost loped kids to caravans
& the arse of God grips brigands...

*
` the clicking circus of a raised mind
cuts a screwed trapeze
o the bodies under leas sucks wine
& the bells of winter
lash domes to dollars, - ah, old times
dream of Easter.

when once a bed of drakes drags
dirtied cats from fever
then the slipping locus of a crab
casts imperial shadows
& the bees of beer sting mallows.

& the clicking circus of a mind
sucks crude rubies
& the son of winter suffers
blue braids & closed coffees.

*
The budders of a bald baby
beer-bang tit-fed old ladies
o the drivers of a bald bus
trips upon
lewd nuts & idiot raisins
o

the budders of a blue baby
sea-slam clit-teased doddies
&a body under guns
shoots grey pain.

when once a grey gull grabs
wanked gasolene
then chidden pigs heed slags
bagging margarine
& the salts of pain season

flashes......

coastal piggies pluck ashes
& choir boys burn.

*
the hearses found under palps
peer into rivers
o the purses found under riders
lay easy thumbs under scalps
& the gemstones of the scissored
dig for daggers.

o when once grainy jeeps
don vast bone, then crashed sleep
will dream of bodies
& the crashed boys will heat
old buddies as a bay of wheat
rots for hankers.

the horses found under talcs
trickle down the veins
ah, the vines of Easter sear
slapped caps & eager reins
trap dogs & sea-stained
seizure-hunters...

wed wolves weep when meat
sings for kisses.

*
& when caked men heat
white gold, then sallied sleep
sups a gut of wheat
& the buds of hens will reap
granary gashes
o

the vamped billy of rashes
will dream for
guilty apes & moustaches
& the caped wards
& the napes of death
will sea-slam old breath
o..

the seizures of noose
must fit after old blues
& a fix of a cold nude's deck
must sweat bruised
bods & bashes
o..

the kind kine of colour
carry cats under water; & sex
warps wooled wine
...
when once a pool of christ
craps in a can
then a sea of stools will
ram soups under a hilled
hireling

& when caked men mete
hands & hashes
then hatched blue star-sleep
dies,.,.

Oh

*
the odd owls of midnight have
blue bells for wings
o the old cowls of sad light
hear crows under swings
hurtling from a false car; & cabs
hiss with tights

o the huntress of old christs
hear herons under hunted lice
& the public pubes of city ice
cut a cabby from city-mice
o the vines of masses drink to
carnivals & molasses
& the vined video of a hot nude
nip after
old lubes...

& the odd owls of dead crabs
scatter shadows when
rolled rizlas reap buds from men
& decidous purple mien
naps under a blood-bud; &
skinned sewn screen-scuds land
daughtering doctor-hen.

Ah?

*
when grabbbers of gemmed grubs
glister under rain
then killers of stemmed Love has
sea-stains for gas
& the cementers of grass use glass
o
the ruler of splayed dogs drizzle
canine whores with veins
& a halter at a nape nips idols
& a cone of countries
crams bad tongues down bibles
o
when grabbers of gemmed drugs
glitter under grain
then utterers of pain heap gloves
inside plums & pushes
& smokey skinners of flashes
suck a lip from cabbies.

& the whirling worlds of rivals
ram a rosy tear around
vosene; & the suidal sea-sounds
teem with radishes & gables
& we study how to leave town...

Ahhhh.

*
& she is a gem-clued girl-
a mother-of-pearl river suitcases
her gilded eyes in a sea of vales
& the naped giver of the dead
brighten my lover with a petal-bed
O
& she is a gem-clued girl-
a sister of curls hits god's faces
& the golden wives of shone worlds
weep under rings & laces
O
the giddy gallery where i espied
cuckoo caves & blinded sea-spies
rides my gal to sleep
&, huh,
the wine-woollen heads of brides
glues my giddy sea-swirl
with condiments of gilders
& men and mien succour drillers
& love's shine mouth-grabs.

la, she is a gem-clued girl-
a father of curls crusades faces
& the Ides of Woman hears stasis
glittering like a sea-fig
o she has rings for laces
o she has limbs for kids
& a gem-glued summer when digs
delve for diamante
hangs lemon shoes from gold grids...

I have seen sins at change of day
enticing hymns with hyena's graves
& the worlds in Heaven
stopper suns with precious ravens
& the keen world ends

atoned by gemmy jewellers....

*
o i will lay me down in a midas gaol
& i will tie me with locked grails, & gods
will punish me outdoors where
genoas trip under keyed winter prayer
Uh.

& a gander under heated Minai hair
will sea-stab the Mother with salt dogs
& i will lay me down in a midas gaol
& eyes will blind me with gold grail

This scissoring city where i made buds
bang a baby from its pram
will hire my far out West where dogs
yap at bunny heels
& i will blind me as honeys under drugs
daub painters with dammed
catted cany cobra cogs.

& i wlll lay me down in a midas gaol
& i will punish seed
& i will knock on a steed as old need
pulls pee from labile nails
Oh...

& as for gabbed men & the Minai Straits
may lady fever twirl
deadening long-ladies-fingers?

*
Copyright Jim Bellamy 2019.

*
the curious suck of a fast finger
fondles fondant rubies
o, the furious fuck of a fast feeler
fans bums against blue rain
i & cut crows on a cliff see rain
ravaging curved cripples
la

when once a nutty kiss stains
after lard & water
then a bay of killers entertains
rats of midwives
& the purple liar of the moon
rots forever
& the loos of Easter hear veins
fearing father....

the curious suck of a fast finger
feeds a weevil to a ringer
& dead dollies dream of a mirror
& a dead muirror shows
flexed kids & baby crows...

Ah

*
the midlers of a messy mind
knit cock to slime - o, times
bomb cunt wine
& green gallows grip wine
O the meddlers of a spine
cut swallowers where
old gods sleep in a chair
.
rexed fallowers of odd air
curry-comb the dead - prayer
sallies selves with
tawny willows; & old kids
cut gassers where
the riddlers of a messy stair
sups a bummed juice
la.

the copious curds of loose
noosed goose
gabbles after roped rabies
& the guns of art
mongrelise a sea of darts
& we fart for passion?

& the naked piss of rhyme
writes nude verbs.

*
the riders of the kiddy rainbow
rams hammed hands where
cold billies light a town-square
& the lilllies of the air
use thumbs inside hot hair
& the riders of a kiddy's seat
loosens gay drummers.

o, when once a a sea of tears
has drowned for nothing
then a bay of spheres suffers
grey beards & midnights.

as granary gates glitter for
coded termites
then family snakes glister for
penile sperm-lakes
& earthen salt-scrapes store
vines under fanny....

the riders of corned rain war
after gellied gills
& corks of sea stills snore
& robed doctors hear mills
snapping like women..

Uh

*
the hooters under fast hookers
swing against milked baby
o the nets inside silks hear lookers
laying faces under wine
& the hooters under vast cookers
spiral underneath old family
.
when once a sea of rams spines
cold tears, then a naked mind
rots for fish & ancthers
& the bulbs of Man seee sines
slapping forced bookers....

the rooted dolly mixtures of
granary gold-dosed Love robs
stirring clammy violets
& the killers of the world lob
pursed lipsalves?

when once a sea of cans whines
deep down inside baskets
then blue voices weep after
oysters & old young women..

this side of a sky we soften
green dribblers.

*
the bulbous scud of a saviour
prays for salt rain
& the vile drug of a failure
prays for sweet pain
& the oats of a head see layers
creeping under grain
o
when once a bag of flowers
digs for fast fats
then the bellies of old rats
strangle transmats
o
the bulbous scud of a sailor
feeds ships to drillers
& a soaked dead man suffers
boats of sex milks..,.

as the dogs of edams
huff green lungs, then
closed cutters caress
curved ken; & the sun's deaths
sea-slam

all eyes!

*
the scurried breads of one zillion men
scatter scars across the Void
la the sallied heads of one trillion boys
hag after witches
& the scents of bitches biker after
old kids & mushrooms
la

the eaters of a death drink daughters
& the silks of old rooms
close mad ilks where glass tunes
swing for death's spoons
la....

the meadows of the mad fallow
mitched men where mallows
scutter for
funeral wards...

the scurried breads of one zillion men
shatter stars across the Void
& the beards of Zen
scrap for coded blue-bends
& the wives of Eden
spatter sun-winds with green-gems!

..
*
there is, nearby, the dun cries of the killed
& the giddy givers of
blown blued lives shoot all pansy-Love
o

there is, nearby, the wives of the stilled
& the dizzy gizards of
bone-drugs
hears old walls crawling under filled
doctored God....

i espy reason raising rogues from dogs
o i derive my own death
o i define my ashed sex
& where once rapped rivers wreck
dolllies, then

we will have no sleep until old men
drag drains for children.....

there is, nearby, the dumb lies of the drilled
& the baby briders of
naped necklaces
don dad's bull

la...

*
thiis wet side of a bruised brain
abolishes veins of night
o the split wives of blued rain
cans seed uder granary sex-light
& the wolves of women
soften steely peppers with swiped
piercing pissed phoned children
.
the seated sweat-box of chicken
boils winged miction under triped
digger dolls
o

the sweet patter of the scrawled
link red wicks to star-stalls
& the picks under Mars sky-maul
loosed players of
keen mean train-God....

this wet side of a petrol palm
daggers for cloned clap; & farms
rock a mood-lit hill
& the sweet snood of kills
crap upon a starry moon-rill?

the gunners of Love licks stills
& a salt photograph gathers gills...

*
BASKETFULS....

when once a tonsured killer lays
basketfuls of jays
then the ridden mind of seizures prays
& the woman under clay
sidles after lunatics & dead claves
o where once masses melt, then fever
rocks for blused blind Heaven....

this side of a tortured ape, cold days
writhe under wives
& a baskeful of lives live under
bitten pigs & starlings
;/
when once a trunk of Man sunders
salt rains
then plied pissers on the moon
stains vaults with seizured lumber
& the cones of rodded Christ
bends a bay of blinded red
city rivers...

the beast below prayer hatches
all dunes as murdred bodies
suck a dyed cunt....

*
the optical sweat of a female octopus
drags deaf seas for wine
o the locus of a female evil bus
drives ferrules under a city mind
& the weirs of dun males drown lust

the peppery pit of a sex plum times
dolly dads &
milky midnight sands dream of
cactaus cads
& wound of crags craps in a hand

the optical sweat of a female fuss
fawns a framed fanny when
raped light leaps from old women
& the sashed sines of dilled dusk
digs prams wherre ashen beer-cans
cram salt piss
deep, deep down
doled rills where pigs on the town
sneer....

as old eaten ribbons shoot Downs
then we will murder
everything?

*
Copyright Jim Bellamy 2019.

*
the disabled gun of a lopped moon
rams bluebells
against the wind; & the spies of cells
loosens green wells
o
the chair-bound closets of a tune
sing, sing
& the mass of swings shakes nude
knolls where winged hyms
swirl for ashes.

a charger of the killed races for
cannine horse-war
& the dins of the dead hit oars
& bad beans gnaw
on jellied cells

& a netted nape of necks roars
& a sweated lake of slits
trills, trills

& we get out of bounds where
bound beds turn.

*
the lidded gritted ivies of the killed
laze after nipped necks
o, the riddlers of countries are
filled with becks & moggies
& where a bowel of soups wrecks
indiogo missives
then a bud of blood sea-slams
choked chicory.

there is a boat on the moon
& this lunar boat traps its swoon
& the brides of death
sweat, sweat...

O we will snap hairs as wheat
rock under golden yields
& the stars of rain sire sleep
& the cats of pain
mewl under bods & spooned
scissor rivals?

the lidden gritted loud trees
smack all masks.

*
the pig-of-a-soap washes
lardy blind hands
o, the kids under roap watches
badness & drams
& the slide of clams clutches
ants & fathers.

when once a jagged jam
dreams of drugged Japan
then a greased ghost scrams
after penile salt-ovens
& the pig-of-soap cram
coasts & cries!

there is a bad bed of lies
& cured cunts under lies
feed easy shits to sailed tides
& a bleached boy of knives
hurls fires down
city drains; & walled clowns

sings for a lost big topped
ring of blue fire....

the pig-in-soap washes
guilty fanny fangs & ashes
wallop pussy.

*
families of mermen fish after
sweet fished sea-laughter
& the prawns of christ's lover
kisses idle wells
with belling waves. O, mother
creels where
battered cods carry lovers
back home where grey killlers
suck a slaved air

this side of a skull, we share
blind lips & dullards
& a shaved ship drains fear
& a teasing tare of cold cars
crashes under money.

families of mermen fsh after
salty dishy stinking sea-gaga
& the robes of rape
cover efts where tawny drakes
daub docs with sausage-DaDa
..
the whip of a lost male eye
writhes under nunneries
& the clips of a crossed daddy
tosses teams under dives...

*
when once a brawl of iron plucks
deadly cups
then we will cut love's soft cuts
& the picked cut of a green slut
digs a northern spade
o
when once we scrawl for dust
then we crawl under
gemmy dribble; & old red rust
rots for a thwacked grave
o
these dead eyes we hear will
rot alike to a skull
& the sun's cold nod will
sash a rope around our hill
..
where a bod of masks fills
sexy salt lungs
then a rat under guns will thrill
all bones in all bodies...

the defectors of the dead drill
after lard & daisy waters
& the bolts of crazy daughters
drags vaginal mills.... huh.

*
it's something in those eyes that tells men girls are for it
& the guns of softened eyes
shooot pavements with wrists
o it is in the slap of brides that snaps a sea of clits
..
underneath a cruised sun, a baby on a cliff slides
old bairns & bad buns
& we have self-sex with a bun in the oven
& we sup a sea of perms
. ...
the bay of cut killers crack cries as calling knives
sucks a slip from a gusset-genoa...

it's something in those eyes that tells men gals are for it
& the dunes of Man
cut menstrual castles from pinked pissing moon-mitts

. Ahhhh AMEN!

*
the fablers of the frenched feeds bled tongues
inside electric valves
o the cradlers of the wrenched hears bled drums
dancer under midnight green guns
& the fablers of the frenched feeds sad tongues
inside electric salves.

when once a kid of light stops, then darknesss
will topple sparrows
& keen old shadows wrap cats under strung
city sadness
& we are filled with sadness?

the fablers of the rinked sup a sullen drink
& we pour pictures down drains as we sink
solemn strangers
o when once a wife of killer cures gey miners
then child diggers
use a dead cage....

when once we come of age, the grey rage
will suck us
Lo

*
the shadowers of the easy dead ream a robed rose where
hot felines leap from a human chair
o, the mallowers of the eager killed
lam s laden liars with five hot tongues. This side of hair
we comb a cummed cliff where
shadowers of the filled sails aside a matted mad air.
.
when once a kid of spice seasons loss, then
a filmic tragedy tips dunnies under daddy's lens
& we sear visual Christs
& we peer under sea-vice
& we scatter cabbed closed crab against
donnys beards
.
These dragged days delve after false weeed.-
the dapplers of the city's sneers
bag bad blowers around a grey gaps.....

I suck a female throne as a bull of beasts
wax ashes from
wrought-iron neon thumbs
& the eager eaten rafts of the stars hear
clothed ewe-hens glistered under peaced
cold body killers....

The ice of the dead chills enough; & sleep
pieces plural dives with
Asmodeus
& hot wer Abaddon daggers where twigs
force five zillion trees
inside faced visor-monkeyed rolled leaves...

I idolise the sense of scent where grey sleeves
pull telephones inside revceivers.

*
the lease of dun love heeds a fast false rogue
o the fleece of dumb love
feeds a fast face with hands & crows; & the dead
listen to a pyramid of God
& the illusory rivals of lost God summons
duked dames from city luds.

the dizzy stone of hot death storms the water
& the lady lions of a dead darling quarter
telephone tears with tirades
.//
the dolly drawler of this ferried world rubs
the ribbed cock-farmers of
blued nude bibs; & the feelers of sex lugs
leer into lamplights; & the wives of drugs
dreams of cold hot gloves...

when once a sine of winds butchers sods
then villains under sea-clogs
will wash widows under feline graized clogs?

the lease of dun love heeds a fast fierce road
& seeing we have let fast roads come home
then we will snow tundra under
snakes & crowned crow-summer.

Ah.

*
when once old molten children cry
then the naked birds under city wives
will wed rope to female baby-bribes
& the sins of mien drape baguetets under
salt sharpenings

o when once old molten children ride
against a pot of raised bins, then lives
will saunter after raisins & roped pies
& the rooms of men
catch keen fire when carrion soup men
dash doilies on booze..

the gentle gemmed genuflections of
prised picks & paved Gods give Love
an olden seed of sun-slaved
ninny mumbling baby Nineveh...

& the silent years get high & gobs
cry from toothless collonades & cods
crap against an asylum's ward. O

the jazzy manx of catty kissers rob
sodomy on a soaped red lodge!

miraculous killers suck along lost
wayferers
.
Uh?

*

the deus of the silent killled here name
death & all death's names
o the vents of the violent sear flame
& a bowl of ferns
sheds duped seed when old rain
wallops dust.

when once a drip of dreams drags
skirts & nude stories
then the arse of bodies will stab
rude tyburns

the deuse of the silent killed hear gains
codded caged city goddess
& as islands spill
the sad salt slams will
rot for lobbies...

*
o as a digger of beauty thunder-names
cold grass & zimmer frames
then a slider of Love storms
old bairns
& the liar under veins cuts cunt's
curio of salt flame
& the raisins of a chocolae heart
feeds sweets to pain
o

as a dun river of beauty winter-cooks
cuckoos & pigeon grain
then the eyes of March will book
grey paws & cat-slumber?

oaths of demons swing for looks
& a gun shoots cabs.

*
the rodeos of radios clarify
laden crocus-eaters
uh, as a sea of mallow
heals, then a bed of seekers
will damage God...

o when once a tree of dust
sleeps for legal cudgels
them a babe on a bridge
ignites bruised musk.

opening eyes of rain dig
after nude shale
& the roads of fig mails
enevelopes to sexed grail...

ther rodeos of radios
arise, arise
& the sun's dead lives
grins after funny wives
..
ooo

*
the canes of cages crap for
turning lock-ins
o, the grain of ages fords
a billy stream
& the rose inside a cervix
rots just like steam

ah when once we use war
then we will bury outdoors
deep, deep down
in the thorns of a clown
& circus tribes
socialise where cries
crusade for Mother...

the canes of cages store
piggy pushers where Laws
lam a cunt-buddha
& silence finds cold cores
& the dawn-light
caps cod with midnight's
bright disease...

Oh.

*
callowed crow-clouds oven-cook
crooked sea-nooks
& the boats under rooks sea-cook
crooked seed-looks
o

as a flght of stairs falls, then cruks
cram hands down de bodies
o

linguid liver sucks porters as
blinded body burners
bang heads into wine; & old gas
stellla-skates
under bruiised babes & grass...

callowed crow-cooks star for
laden dying beaches
& we will read at the beeches
& we will entertain dead mice...

...

Copyright Jim Bellamy 2019

...

Life that plods from home appears aglow with rain And a giddy life cries for
Slumbering heat and hired war….

As a tall mean sea topples, then burials under pain Guides glitter outside
Sweet gables and soft writhe Law.

O a baby’s liquid age summons
Thunderheads.

*
O these threatened furled city forests fling guns where An ignorant flamed father
Encases slain scissors with suns and mothered air And the star-lit heavy seas
Hurl spheres from old lovers.

A movement, a skirl, slips a washed river as prayer Topples into sound.

*
As we teeter at a mine-head, then we realise coked air O, as a miner in a soft bed
Whimpers, then a town of inside drifted pitted lead
Lams coaled lichen.

A space where Pan met a digger’s meat, then music Enlivened bairns with fallowed debs
And, sundering by, a crib of dark shafts hears

Coded miner-men melting after
An idolised pit-quiver..

Odes to old galleries dig the North as fuelled sisters Travel Down down down
Underground, where elves unravel
Into faced blood.

*
And these are the sad lands where we made our urban fortune And here, as a bad lad dams air
Then an urban sea of hair
Cuts scissors from cartoons. The roaches of the spared
Clad ants inside blithe
Lasered sun, a
And a sliding father to red lies
Tells a tom-tale-tit for libelling nude slandering
Farmed broad-browed dives.

Bound in vine-leaved loveliness Sun-clad children chastise cunts with cloaks and grime
And a green cat creates
Canine kittens.

*
As yelling loud leas rip sin-clad children, then insane fakes Swell up for
Gaughan and Vincent
And, today, where a tearing bird cuts giddy winged lakes
Then a blithe bodice of sex-wars
Widen blonde beer, and, o,
Undersided by yo-yo, a bladed bomb of brakes
Hits bonnets as radiators
Glance vans from fiery hopped scents
.

When stone-encased bible bods preach a lone Thespian of bird
Then massive moulinex mouths blended nerves
With bodices and farthing-foams.

Bibbers found within gaped ginners guzzle old
Slapped cars and blue feathers.

*
As we peer from gentle eyes, we will come to know The slamming wife of lies
And the copious career of minds will come to blow
Five mongoloid massed bird-blinds
O
As we peep out of idiot waters, then we will show Five winds and one billion brogues
And bodying beer-hammered winey ditty crows
Must time-bomb fats and loaves
O
A hotel and a mean lover appear to sun-craze us And the bolted braves of combed cunt-rust cuts
Tar-jaunted jostlers of bridges
And then endless vermilion ramped sluts
Of all heavenly dumb dropped infant scarred
Salty sealed muck…

Just as when the son of Puck juiced up Then books of dung prove cocks under caps
Demonstrate that sex is a load of crap?
*
Dead dives we utilised when ashen ravines Leant on self and died
Have now vanished into machines, and a son of spies Verges deeply down to star-flaunted latrines
Where gulping wax-rides mount pinched pockets
With bums.

This intimate side of roots cuts samphire from
Loaned lifeless pity-puns
And blithe grimed gaoled galoshes suffer stunned
Bad bones and gum.

A sudden smoothed reel of radium will herdn Golden grapes and groped
Wood-riven starlings, and here and now, words
Stop, just like
An overladen dream.

*
When once we offered up nine fingers, then We wantonly suffered blind touch
as a meddled opened lovers blow crowed fuck
then
witnesses to ashtrays smoke cartel sea-struck
imploded musk.
For better and enhearsed, we dolly after draggling Dog messes and city lusts
And the ivories of oaken dollies must insist
That nylon kneaded breaded lisps
Lick a yeasty tongue from card bully-bits.

When first we offered us a car of creative writs Then a mad yet mild clitoris
Supped saline debts where sugary scattered men
Staunched swaggered bleeding

And the blue holidays of a keen wild harness
Cuts golfs from guilty chidden
Green gardy gilled gashed carved cat-piss.

Oh

*
Mean sand matrixes of girls and sunflowers Move inside blued stone
And sandy hissed closed worlds
Suck a lonely bitten bird from caged lost pearls
O

As the wives of one billion cars career after Blood-concertinas, then a hoard of fathers
Must jack malt rain as
Bad buddies study how to purely murder

Jointed limbed labia…

Before us, bladdering rocky popsongs Run ragged within sweet spies and lost guns
And vapid sprung sin
Teems a towed towel underneath us, and

Loaded drums hang huge floats where
Christ and judas listen to the air.

*
And I may well still hear a confined space where
You and I fell down love’s stair And I might well have to fear
World-warming wives who hiss inside god’s ear.

Too much mad life has been lived under Venomous city gossamer
All too many Christs have seen spun thunder
Spin, and

Old crabbed books of romantic spoiled Disingenuous spirit, and ghosts inside crammed
Gaoled cells
Lend fast tears to female land.

And, o, the prized prisoner of sin unloads us
And, ah, the lithe issuer of old skin sees dust
Drooling down the day.

Amen?

*
Hundreds of empty tears miraculously measure
Pied piggies
And, under a telepathic veil, as don of pleasure
Fills a good mind with schizophrenic bodies.

A witch’s brew melodiously jives for rivers
And, o, when once a reed of fire hears mirrors
Then shaven sodded summers
Fill a good head with Numbers.

As naked noiselessness wanes into fluids, then
Pushed diamond pussies
Are pulled from formless city cod and women
Rope peace with budded flash buddies?

Tata says the remedy whilst a keen family
Huddles within cherry hairs and paedophiles.

*

Hymens may well blow down where a town of graves
Dance for pluggy ranked naves
And, o, as Alonso de Saville dreams for old lays
Then Oscar the Wild widens away from
Dobby dollar guns.

Zillions of eyes eat into a fixing vale of days
And, ah, when one thousand Italian dog-graves
Gravel after the Mudarra of mad men shoot gums
Then wooded heels will
Sodomise Ma Mary’s cured crossed god-gill.

Is it perhaps the sudden moistening of eyes
That leads us to veins and babies?

*
And Spanish women swing-
Dancing while swaying, smoky smooched
Men and sin
Rock like a hanged gun.

Billions of eyes drag dope from brigs
And, o, where Italian children
Delve God, then
Rock raises cobs and silly seasons.

Whatever the songs of the dead
We will cut easy lays from sea-heads
And, sundering by,
Hooked nuclei jam sky,

*
Shouted from a cock, a terrible treed timeless clock
Spines aside timed graves
O a silent listlessness transforms sounds into ashes
And, laden with lays, a bogging bed of eye-flashes
Fill form with cow-caged lost rock.

Liquid hands tap on an amputated roof. Old days
Dream of languid fear. Cold naves burn beer
And the noose of Love enters voles into blue tears.

The kiss of sexy magic enhearses whored hashes
And the De Mudarra of a chapped church
Tramples deaths into soul. O, a beard of hurt
Prays for meat
And eyelids sunder sleep.

*
When once hissing magics cast conjuring gloom
A hat in a dove
Delves dogged clothed assisted magicked doom
And, o, we spiral down where a town of God
Cuts illusive death.

Under the wrenched silence of a tamed Love
A daubed sea cuts rods from tricked Loves
And, ah, a Vecchio of fastness sees blue drugs
Drawing dirt from leprous depths.

Liquid thumbs sink faces deep down death’s
Dolly side
And the Son of Pan sirens after dragging lies
..
A license of ridges raps on cunt as old wives
Stopper sex and knowing.

*
As a sex-farmed sea of arable oracles
Lend salt-charms to rocking tables
Then a laden star of arms shoots closed gables
O

Billions of eyes melodiously burn for
Cats and sin, and loud seas of war
Cut a shouldered lung
And a hyper-heel hears old claws

Crying for father…

And we may hear, nay, leer
Deeply down in a fast blue tear
And we may fear, nay, disappear
….

Copyright Jim Bellamy 2019.

....

Here now is a buffeting word!
‘O, dead ploughman, bake me a lunch of birds!’
And I ask nothing of you
And lies say nothing for you; but, when we trod the Thames
Into a lusted sea of sobs, then a sprinkled dig of death
Spun us around, around
Lo..

Let us be as an urban pig wants us-
Forever opening the door when we catch lies
Fanning cemented grave-burns
And, sphincter-sealed, flume up, up
From pickled pub sluts
..
Here is a buffeting word!
‘O, dunned ploughman, feed me cheese when
City emetics bleed for lost women!”’

*

As mindless crania cull jammy jolting hearts in heaven,
Masses, pad-written, invite whores to havens
And, under a shrill hand, a heart will offer
An assuage of corks on water.

There is such pale vision in our sorrow- a laden father
Suffers a careless lover, and scorned feathers
Release dazzling darkness when the tenderness of a word
Weeps for freezing self-malefaction, such as cities
Swinged around belled bastard lust, and
To free our nerves from prison, Man
Will teeter under careless fire as farmed fanned flame
Contends hired hills with blown bloods and bitters
…
How sad that friendships die for lack of fever-
It takes just one phone to recall
Hoaxed minds and mother.

*
And I shall have the sea of mental evening when
Nothing but women may arise, and, lo, I must end
Male manacled minds as fear inside a frightened bookend
Darkens my earth with dunged dragged lunar sirens
And a blocked bath of shred birth
Drains coffee from teased tea-surf.

These urban city walls glow like a pair of scissors,
Proudly lobs the voiced hirelings of suburban mirrors.

Ah, I shall grab a sea of schizophrenic tea-things when
A unity of strong death gives even bed to headless hens
NO! not until the fierce moment when blue dens
Hear a hot mill of tears
Will we be combed when mounted.
“La! Come and be coded by extracts of vaginal shears
Uh! Let easiness constrict you where
Skies fall from blonde bridal beards!”

As we are assured of city renegades then we sear
Love’s whored wet ditty whose swung sung sea sphere
Drops on drowned fear.

*
And, as a blurred sun spoke,
The times we had whilst burning smoke
Informed on me that you were dead?
And, after the guns awoke, you were
Apparently, mine,
And here come memories of hours before
Dead keen faith rode outdoors, and, uh, as our conjecture
Enfolded me in moot distaste
Then the palace of our supermarket town
Inhaled empty cigarette smoke.

O, I will smile at a city quarter-hour-
As I wave goodbye, will you
Remind me of the way I lost you?

While peering in a dark shop-window
I see the face of a killer.

*
Keen caged civilisations carry crucifixes where green quiet
Rocks a silver fire for monsters and sin

But love’s voice seems febrile: underneath wired riots,
Sterile lunacy
Hears the stars made swollen.

The bright medals of my birth tremble as touch
Tears a smoothed pebble from
Tossing tawny tears
And, outside my all-too-vacant middle years,
I learn just how we waved farewell at a family ward
…
We are seen to slip white fear when
Cigarette slicks tar up
Puffy pungent sea sluts.

*
Inside the night’s ebb, I closedown for evening
O see what life is –
Do you remember just what old loving
Moved us to blind tears

Because you sit, both of your hands under fears,
Will you trust our earth;
As it was when we were sun born, please
Let my eyes fail you?

Silence roosts for coked rooks
= a violent shape of moonlight crashes for
Wooded sins
And we were shaped from a so, so mind
Ah

The only loaned loner in our sex city joins up
With tall rain and the keen sound of crying.

*
I rolled one last cigarette –
As the blenched boards I sat on burned,
A mental puff of smoked death
Swung from the curling fumes of burnt tears.

Yet our sane wood was an ex-smoker
And the cut trees we used to name saw
Cigars crash
And, as if in someone’s ashen lap,
When I wrote us a killed rizla, then crap
Fell upon our cunt-cured cigarette back
…
O, we may well entertain a mirror
O, we will always drown love’s river
And, lipped by midnight, sexed owls
Coo then shiver.

*
As I wrote your nude name on a red word
Your name became
As old as the streets we died on - o
As a gentle fast wind became cold as birds,
Then a little side of a trapped mind moon
Cast a meadow across love’s ceiling.

If anybody at all saw a thinned odd woman
Under leather, eyes crying out for children,
Wanking under drones where sad souls seize
Shouting I LOVED YOU
Thank-you here and now for a fucked scene.

Your mean name adorned my mind-
A vast curled beach bound birds to blinds
And our dark sex blinds
Hide curtains under sadness.

*

The interweaving sun of love sends a late evening walk
Back home- just like blue God, we suffer for small talk.
The nude naked seized city trees
Are clothed in nothing but mental dungarees, and, o
An arching blind baby scatters cradles upon mauve leaves.

Life may well suffer from Christ’s void.
From far below, we hear invisible bumped prayed toys
Wedding vales to a bell of bled sex ploys
And a boy with a girl, both content and lost,
Choose to inhabit the real forced play of our simple
Incorruptible red-hot business.

*
Here, jumped by the jails of life, we scurry under soft weather.
Wrinkling then weeping, keen breath is sundering
Tumbling fathers and casuistries.
O daring dogs linger when
Hesitant loving hums within bled bones and
Where once a mental feather
Feels for sex-plumes, then wide orchids will snare
Sweetening girl-orchards
And, ah, as we murmur inside nude air
Then lady inglenooks feed cakes to handwashed
Sea air.

*
O what made men build sex first?
Before true houses burned, what dizzy hearse
Delved death’s drains?
Surely a keen urban sea shell or else a mind?

As macadam claims love’s country, then hurt
Considers consistency; and a bead of land
Handles the moon-dressed tentacles of pert
Sun-caressing divots of sky and swine.

As true roads are keen and pluperfect, then
Our stricken easy dead
Stifle words with cut beards and old bed.

*
Darken the earth with us and birth,
Both pollute and nurture love’s purse
- We suffer and bear dreams to force
and pinnacles shape our future?

These city walls apply sex pressure when
Music and movement cuddle carried wind
Inside green renegades. As necessity
Sends sex expediency to bricked in cemeteries
Then hillsides of broken beer glass
Shackles earth in eternal drubbing of dun traffic-
Nothing plays a true part in our faked heart;
Every single day, loud nude noise grows stronger.
I must give in to all screwed daily tasks?

*
Pay for men and study how to cry
For a suite of girls and lies.
Buy some shoes and gay ties,
Add a puff and don platinum eyes.

Cum and get shaved by
Powdered city lotions, and hear tides
Burning where a swerved stile rides
Knowing only
The seas of god’s balcony
.
As prison walls glow and glow, then
Until the movement which chains men
To milky abandon.

While yearning all afternoon after
Closed walls and day’s cold fall,
The broken pieces of a bled mad moll
Tears away from us
Cock-eyed daisies and simple salad lust.

Look then, at the way in which blue dust
Hires pigeons to broken ashes -
Observe the midnight masses
Dreaming oh!

Are we disassembled or are we
Lost in axed trees?

*

*
The jacked city earth is swept deep down
Upon cooked spoiled suburbs-
We take a look at bird-rocked town as when
Hot buds were poorly hanged.

A hospice has a grey cartel for its lover
Held out awhile but then
Crying with pain at the centres of
Bald-hatted children.

Blue walls wail (and underneath blue grass,
We sense sex perfume and
Skirmish for mean dated daggering
Eyed masks).

O, god’s face went white –
The door wouldn’t shut: the summer light
Drove us to the skies of our lives.

*

Shining penile hearses drive for soft headlights
Outside city purses, croft cries crinkle under
Shitting drapes.
Thermostats, burned, reflect on arson
And city lumber drinks from failed puddles.

Where a doctor’s keen midwife wails down
Nude mirrors and monkeys, then
Huge stone trees whistle for perfect drops of
Nylon carpal carpet.

The loneliness of a cloud threatens
Luminous lies. O, I have been with love
But lover has let me down.

*
O, at the mind of a mental other world
We say “Goodnight” to a witch’s spelt wold.
Assisted by corn, a crinkling cast vein snips
A jeering motorcycle
And, eagerly frosted, we see sex rivals
Smiling out. o, the other side of a lit girl
Draws down hired windows.

Two kids on a skate are dressed with a
Midnight escalator
And, when once we play dead, stairs shut.

A bald beast pokes out its city tongue.
We had good feelings
But now all love’s fearing has lunged
Under star-ringed bed-boated
Urban vespers..

Always refracted now, we turn into
Luminous fanned fields.

*
From inside prison bars, we learn to drink to
Urban jailed charms.
A daughter’s clever arms yield grass as blues
Jeer deeply into motored farmed
Outreaching rooms: unaware of our souls, we
Dare to entreat a fractured sky
And when broken bad lives lie for leaves
Then, up from surgical air, simple salads
Search bakes for cakes and burned mallards
..
O, our lives together seem prearranged. From cold dreams
We sleep under a perfect fleck of bony diamond lizards
And the keen veiled vows we used to say
Die now, and death’s spooned grave
Shouts out aloud that sex is self-contained and buried.

*
Here, where coded lineaments line hung hot halls,
Then crumbling bridges dent us with
Sex-retentive bad blown sea-guns, and, o, as brawls
Sunder city shabbiness with milked sex ink, then
Shop-headed eyes, gone pale,
Reveal a transgressive smile to straw bales
And, inside bullet-spattered walls, a painted vale
Appears to jump from malice and straight in to
Galleries of post-mental shit-feinted oils, - and, to
Transfuse back streets with dirty smells, a starred nude
Nooses cold sex garments with
Absolving gun-shirted harsh bombs.

Underneath a Chinese eye, we find at very last
The minds of day and mad night.

*
Now mind , not happening, could shake mad trees.
We were convinced of love’s world but
Sex-war gave us drugs and sweet money.

Although your keen laughter has died, I must
Never grow gruff when old?

Ah me, now that a sea-wall has jumped
Beneath rain and honey
I will come to believe in us…

Age has accomplished all of the things
Men and women dream to shape
But, when we seem interfused, then confusion’s state
Gets wounded, inhearsed, studded and
Forgetfulness will travel to the sides of
Drunk salt sand, -

Although still born and conquered,
Lost fathers apprehend gulls and blood.

*
As for who drinks coffee, chokes then swarms
Sinks and lagers must
Infuse blood-rich empires with drowsy warmed
Nameless city cuts
And this sun with glared at will sunder
Neglected lost schools. O, as a mask of fools
Purloins an educated scissor-blaze, then
Sin will swagger under baby bends and bagged
Sin-sizzling popped masquerades
.
Well-known by nudes, we utilise bums, and
We have Byzantium donning Hitler’s dress. O,
This dogged draggled dive has nothing
….
When once we are laid from cock caves
Then Urania must count love’s cloud.

*

What with soaped bundles for drowsy brains,
Hard sea tunnels, made secret under bodies, stain
Gilded god-bridled Byzantium,

But god’s favourite tea holds no body, and
A swilled rush of milky leaves
Stirs ash into creamy cocoas: pure bloods slam
Old devilled doors upon
Red shades of loosening river-lips, and rams

Will rot at a field-gate, and we realise now
Just how cold sexy curates curry chucked crowds
Outside a punched pump luminous gull-glammed
Body of veins and urchins.

What with Socrates as our lost father, we will
Succour self-crowing
And, where once rolling swiped ceilings spill
Then opening oat-cases
Cook a crowned claw.

*
O, we run atoned by the joys of dogs
And, behind us, filled eyes shatter lime-lintels
What with a life of blinded fardels, we will
Suckle moths of heat and butterfly hills.

Created by the images of the sun’s hot sea of chairs,
We who pray will not be needed
As we who play cannot be
Known to anybody but ceded
Cigarette lovers.

O, I am just a figure of corn
And I leave beside me a torn fragment of a finger-nailed
City of feline febrile
Bruised females; and, when once swift dawn
Sups a sweet pot, then
Our own intimate immediacies will
Run, run, run.

*
When we searched for the moonlight, we found,
Under scattered benches, a shroudsail of fanned sound.
O, we found, inside our bodies, a dull sun-swept pool
Where, drowned in sadness, we sprinkled earth around
Scopes of intimate silence.

As if the night had forced tired windfalls into violence,
Then the fallen fallowed scoops of our sex license
Sanctified blood fulfilment with laziness
And what now has been transfigured into haziness
Has somehow crazed our self-drugged stool.
..

The copious course of romancers will arrive
Days deep, where urgent cellves strike cold dived
Nylon tresses.
And we had to sound life’s water where coke
Crams rotted berries within choked spun sex dope.

Undersided by cobwebbed guns, mad mental rope
Rots for a gallowed state.

We who trust the blue earth take tidal trope
Away, away, .

*

A badly bitten mouth seals silk with string,
O, the rich fugues of a dying face
Relieves eyes of disease, insanity, distaste-
Too much is formed from rings
And yet the masks which don decay
Suffer craftsmen gone mad as wetted day.

Inside shades of sullen truth, we strode
Lynched memory where the wives of rogues
Eased slits inside instinctive
Bruise-bathed tunnels, and old loaves
Scatter crusts across
A drunken matchmaker
..
When once familiar childish sickness
Swam late nights, then a bed of sadness
Loads weighted hands with Urania! What should
Tend out tardy hearts
Seems first young then piercingly old.

*
The fall feigned ill. The scented bone
Played at being alone.
The snuffler in a pear
Laughed a at false prayer.
A duality of dives smelled an aroma
Of moiled razors.

O, once we are lost to lives, then
Homely babies will swim for
Spider-gossamer
And, under Siamese, a cat man
Wages city war with
Flossed city monitors.

A palm-tree in a whiskered can
Has a moss-tree for its brand.
The rats of rust are foreseen: their eyes
Chain us
And, wow, a vessel under dusk
Recalls us as we were when lust
Sucked on a mad straw.

*
Old hands
That, once inside a mind, felt the warmth of felled winters
Summing death from leaves.
The riders of a summer rhyme will bait flowers with
Wiped eyes and gallows.

A madman crawls up an autumn age and
We will watch love’s season crying out for dad’s hand

And this dear keen forest is stilled
And the illness of the silence appear cold as graves
And the dulling senses of wrecked slowed rivers rage;
This age of killers bears storms to nakedness
(watch and hear now
The clouds speak from a crowed stage?)
-
And sex will break?

*
One billion brides eye eagerness with rivalled vined veils
Compel a gizzard under parliamentary
Shroud sails
Enter into applauded cracklers. O, where noise
Sings for dinted danger men
Then hundreds of tears cry meticulously
For liquids minds.

These mad men wane, the star-lit glades
Glow silence-
A city stunner pervades violent mistresses with
Vast vaults and licensed
Blown darkening Spanish cribs.
A quick stretched finger daubs mines on drams
And we shelter cold flowers in our two hands.

*
I used to write,
Write about blind life
And, once above a mind,
I had a former state of versed
Far off poet pines.

This cold, daft, sea of emotion
Rides for mystic word-ripples,
But I, caught in the side of a dyslexic ocean,
Am haltered by small poem dreams.

The heart in its mouth says
“Give me verse of else raise
Nooses from senseless graves!”
And I oblige now when
Coded versifying rooms stop

Dead.

*
Ah we poked our young tongues down drains,
Attacked by desolate attics, lashed down as card veins
Stormed up an endless beauty.

When the light of the drawn and dead unswirls,
Then darkness, slowed, dream of an unquiet world.

O, let’s do what we like – life may never hang
The rising happiness inside our cheered dram.
O, try to avoid the thankless happy things we embody,
And then, abruptly, let us forget us
Everybody.

*
When warped by wives, does a burred buddy in a field
Appear close to us? What veiled lap is this? Where is love’s yield
Stemmed by birds and dealings?

All too happy to ask, I curry flavour with a sharp sea stalk
And wish, under life’s mask, for
Cleansed lips and sallied bruised brides of belled wars.

Just now, if only I could seem quiet and draped,
I see the visors of faceless fathers feeling
Daubed knives and chained hill-apes
…
The sun has softened into nothing
And the dreams of closed nudes must sate
Nothing but our world.

*
As a great puss pushes after the roving eye
Then poor soap babies, whose end seems high,
Tend city glass with grassy
Flanked yields.
O, I shall say a keen and whored goodbye to
Large lies and infant fields.

All too short now, a lush, green ghost in card shoes
Must surely terrify
Grated gentle beasts who multiply for
Cleansed sticks of wet war.

As a great cusp collapses, then rolling blue cords
Don raped jeans.

*

O oysters are female. They lie abed in saline frigged seas
Carefully rended,
Defenceless and finally,
Upended and seized-
Of the gild of shellfish, we will vary from the dead
And dive inside a glass when
Sex scallops beat a battery of fucked women.

O cockles and mussels, alive under roe, swim for
Cocked wept whelks
And we will one day provide a place for
Sweet sea anemones and fully opened world-doors
…..
I have private thoughts about remembered shells,-
Held in two hot hands, a clear divide from dead hell
Finds me now and now and now again where
Half a keen pint of winkles robs
Days out with cracking sea-sounded ocean-hair
oo.

*
Occasionally, we play with silence. Love’s hag
Acts the daysaway.
Out sex dramaturgy yields a fast-fanned stage
And, a long time ago, many acted played lads
Tickles a false sea of beards
With a cradle of instinctive mouthing tears
And the lonely rounds of rotunda hears fears
Thesping it up when
Rheumy green gobbed grease men
Shout out aloud after cold gloating hi-lights.

Sometimes, we enact our impossible poetry
For stained movement and endless
Stagy gesticulators who ride for
Curtained conditioners and washed walls-

Underneath languid caverns, opera glasses
Gut cold globed rumblers
And the sunderers of our tied trained arses
Say Miaow to a full ferried fly-tower
..
Later tonight, if we may call a true world, then strode family
Will surely ask for cried tawny stage money

Ah?

*

When attending london, a stone-filed home of life
Lit up. A loaned lone cottage under foam
Hammered blue vines and gave a thumb to life
And I, as Shetland bodies breed for bone, then
All fierce hills appear reviled by cruel emotion.

Well, you may well come in
Well, we may well suffer father sin
But what others toiled for
Signals for a flown ward where blue-stone
Pays rent to utterances
And the reason why the yields we gaze upon
Feel for ancestral byways
Remains where contentment with guns
Shoots a tallowed moon.

O, our times are soon over: accidental rooms
Dry out, out

Uh.

*
Before sin, mystic music moves under curtains –
Florid afternoons under perfumes
Glide a sexy dankness inside
Alligators and scythed sea urchins.

From behind a glass, a boat of stagnancies
Dulls star-shine with thunderheads, and brides
Paralyze sweet salt sweat
With dark dreams of sugary cunt lives.

O, as time appears shutdown, then soft wrecks
Move pillows from viscous waters.

Petals peddle insects
Women peddle circumspect
Antlers
And death drags dead daughters.

*
A hash of horses smittles grassy cold father
Where, the last green drake of the corn
Silence spidery gossamer porn -

Long ago, when we found cattle,
There was a rock kneeled below
And just to wait now for
Easy estates will see us vanishing into
Blue-blown beats and catty roofs
.
This ship we always appear to sail
Moves in time to sunken curtains
And, robbed of grime, a shrouded salt sail
Appears paralyzed by bolted bruised feathers
.
We are nailed to huge hired green gloom;
Life is nailed to the clinkers of gaoled boomed
Hand-releasing tree rain -

The easy sides of headaches causes dreamt grain
And baby is lost in time.

*

Under a blind heath, a spring of slaughter
Worm-raids a midnight sea of sleep.
All too much has been known by laughter
And all too much has been led to wheat.

Vixen furies spin birdy webs from doctored
Hugging muddied blue beats
And, o, I lick stoned boundaries where
A prisoner of bellmen widen
Inside green grotted blorted
Buds and sirens.

Like lost children on a stair, lips drift
With skinning sea-drifts
And lies and lying sex terms suffer lips.

Some day, this house we lie in will
Kill all familial urbane city hills.

*
A strange excited girl has walked
Inside a sun-mined sea of aped sworn life,
And she has shown us stained relief where
Her words hear a small vale of noise
Slithering under dogs and blue buggies.

Some day soon, we will leave kid’s toys
Back, where these inconsequential joys
Jolt bills with paved dirty devious boys.

In another mind, perhaps,
Our mean murmur will hear death cry
Out aloud, about love’s pain
And the cobby webspinners of god’s eye
Dies, just like lord jesus.

Rocky pearls clasp a naped neck
And gagged easterly cat crypts
Sprawl
Deep, deep, deep
Down, where
Private sadness suffers air.

*


O, do excuse these mental pains I own-
If love be my guise, I should not walk alone.
Through shades of sex and wine, underneath atoned
City hedges, I have married to
Drowsy suns and midnights.

I tunnel after swayed shrift smiles when dolled nudes
Transgress tabloid tears with
Bunny cars and woman’s lib
And, uh, do please excuse these mental pains I kid
Because painfulness like mine
Suffers huge flowers: and the ice of time
Bends lips against rude lips
And the graves of giddy city honey

Sends gods and men to sleep?

*
O as a hoarded sea girl does not mind
The inner abys of her father’s mind, then
Chewing swollen nipped lippied noses
Send scattered sapphic boys where
Glass roses, jammed in gaol, reign forever.

O, since every spastic city street fell for
Bad birds and nested neon swept claws, then
Dogs dare not bark…

Everybody appears like a world at peace-time-
Eternally, soft shot bouncing beauty
Darkens dales with vanned vines
And, easily trained, an xmas-fairy kid
Sweats for bragged baggy
Lips of forced bodies.

Where once dared birds fail to flit
Then we will espy a field of thorns -..

Down, in a choking village,
You and I must suck on salt slips.

*
Sometimes, when we play silent, a tall man without hair
Will belie to us the reason why
A purring raw sea of curd
Fails,.. as we part from curing words, we
Appear to care for us,
And, regardless who loves us, we will find hipped beads
Tickling a female beard with snored dewy hair
And, o, we will wound a whip of weed
.
Sometimes, when we pray for Pilat, then gold greed
Will surely plump for well-fed rats-
The kennel beneath a sofa will scatter
Scuttered sleeves of muscle
And the pockets of a coin-swum angel
Heeds sand-ripples –

Ah, sometimes one hears, third hand,
That god sheared off his ears
And went clean away-
But the truthfulness of god’s grave
Combs candles beneath keeled birthdays.

*
Sometimes you hear
A tawny ear-severing sage peer
Deepening, like a muscle;
O we will always sound a town’s
Evened square
And holla at the moon’s tear.

And god appears real to me,
Or at least, a city sea
Fills my poem moon
With special junk and torn need
.
O, He gave his whole life to
Holy hens and angels…
And distant dreams lend you
Sober sins and
Sometimes, as pleasure
Dams danglers
Then shearing strangers
Fall from city sleep.

Yeh, swagger against five fists,
Bite dark butterflies,
And leave artifices of heaven
To blind streets
. If god has no ravens
May horse farms see gardens
Dropping
Away….

*
Worrying left you atoned by silence.
Its fist-feinted light no longer lays your
Dreamed loving spire;
Your teemed torn voice has variegated liars
And surely you cannot
Delve semantical lullabies or swing for
Neon funeral pyres.

Now it is in a dais that applied fools war
Over ancient ogled giants –
Old gifts break through, scattered when
Titians under messy tables
List oddities of old leaflets, taut stables
And we must look to the air?

We will surely attempt to whimper
Softly, softly
Lo- selfish brollies transcend whispers
And the knot of a tarry sea dolly
Stops all earned traffic dead…

O, since you have come and gone,
The beauty you seemed to hold has
Followed fanned sex to a sleeve of glass…

Alongside us, in god’s loft lolly chair
Stops sin dead as
Blithe and bundled cock grass sees prayer
Sundering flowers with jailed hair
O.

*
Copyright James Bellamy 2018.

*

Never and ever, the japed jelled leaves of the stained
Shaft us down Atlantic wharves
O, never and ever, the stucco sidled streets of rain
Restore blown half-knitted raised bones, and old whores
Shaft down, down, where the axes of the pyramid train
Daub drakes with sensory treacle.
Ah, what now for the neural thrones of the peopled
Verso foams and telephonic angels? – perhaps, where
Eglantine aped apricots will draw a beard from a stair
Or do we dare and do we compare
Clairaudient vaginal limpets with thinned ghostly hair?
The tidal prisoner within rivals after focal foetal
Lip-clicking stone boundaries- the hirsute Babel
Brooks bairns as infinite combed cradles
Rock just like a smoker’s sun.
Uh?
*
One above a time, the blessed limey swiftness of the birds
Slaps shits on swept wind,
And the corners of the binned brought winged words
Back, back, and farther back to red-breasted natural curs
.
O, now I have read love’s palm, then I will smoke hot skin
And scatter salty game upon nesting febrile curves.
Our business in a murdered cottage uses a genial
Sotted sotto voce
And, as stony sleuth men reign after coasts
Then blorting benching body bathers hear coasts
Drowning romancers in blue-brained rat hosts.
And I have read tomorrow’s news, and I have caned caged slowed
Mast-headed Venus
Uh
*
And hanged time passes. Underneath a peculiar day, a diurnal body-grave
Paints oodles of dandelions and dabbed daffs
And, under a sea’s arses, a pinioning pit of plumes and days
Weep for sloes and elderberries.
God turned to go, but at the exit, a spinning doorway rammed
The spun and never-relieving sun of the world’s unearthly genius
And, slitted by kittens, a huge family pomme
Weeps for cloths and naked ladies.
Uh, narrowing knocking budded chafing hooped town-drums
Sup a father’s green daddy dream bus
.
uh?
,.
*
One stilled day when a sylvan silken patina of dead men
Closed a broken door, then once inside a time, measurers of men
Maddened a natural wood-puzzle of brides and children
And, lo, a heated sex-caller lit a fast gun and women
Overflowed within darksome chasms and chicken
.
Now is the message of the fibrotic hyper lungs I beheld
When once, outside a girl, wedded withered kittens
Attended a daddy dude crust of green giddy gels
And the pistoling parasols of both height and hell
Wring the bells with doom deniers.
This side of a keen welsh moon, Celtic cavatinas will sell
Aryan Goidelic caps to bruised brains and country sea-shells
..
O
*
Tonight stands crying on a dark cliff. The star-rise of the kissed
Seems dying, and, o, as we turn to go, then the adage of the pissed
Peers inside guns and lives,
when once a sea of knives wonders after ever-splendid
suburban moon-minds
then our eagerness to overhear god’s lies
rises up, up against
slewing sausage-paint
and this ensign of tasty saints lams lithe
slashed cunt and eaten rivers…
tonight, under a city’s seat, pashed men ride for
a mean daddy dreamed greened gold war.
*
Made naked, melodious parcels of plumes and puffs
Chatter for arousing seizure-slips which kick dusts
And then moggies of a mental moon
Shutters unutterable lodes where a belled star swoons
Deep, deep down where a motel boom
Dips dolly faces in carmine menstrual eggers.
Made sweet and rude, melodious bustles swish a duff
Dilly duffle dog who rides from sleep as cusks
Claim cider from rotted apple-cusps
O, as pigged eyes dam blue vision, then marks
Suck endless eddies from drippings. Hard parks
See into nightly sex pillages.
*
Tonight stands under strange seals as ridders
Ramble for a neon father, and, o, as blue bridlers
Ride a coffin-horse, then
Midnight stands under veined teals when a coda of liars
Sings the last lines of green gems and women.
O, our easy business seems endless but lifted life lends
Swift beads to lasered loped workaholics
.
The demon drafters of both day and night spend
Diamante pirates with swung dead boats, and cold men
Commands bleaching bool blades.
Unless we appear self-alarmed, unless a bed of tears parades
After dippy salt silence
Then the fawned thieves of one zillion male pore-plays
Will lash a languid tongue to slurred ants
And blue bastardising baby boos blunt a bog of
Unutterable daddy sex cant
. La-la..
*
O how now have I read the loud depth of god’s blind genius.
Oh how now have I shed
Biblical sleaze when a testament of cat-kids rest
Gunny goosed Escariots where a Jesus harness
Serves fish soups to old pigs and pugged fig-faces, and death
Rocks a bald gibbon where a blown bitter bee-bulb treads
A rock-expresser of puled salt wine
And the magical bel of times wrings napes and thefts
And, lo, as regental boo-bens hear city lames
Locking lousy lanes, snared neon palping debs
Drop cunt inside a penile pooler’s plebs.
As a gemmed gorger of ghoul-god grips to sea-bread
Then Jesu under hanged roods
Stops and end.
*
O where once endless spun ingles rammed a glimpse of
Neon knifers, then a sun-ending sex-rekindling rose of loss
Harries hissers with bobby brocks and brine-burned blued
Nude naked candle brut. The hams of seed
Cram a cloned tongue where blind uvulas of horse mead
Link intefusers with towns and criers.
Odes to Indian England hems gods into henna ghosts, and Leda
Rides her swanny star where routed riders of the moon
Drags dippy drawls from bitter bums and swooned
Deli drapes and mussels.
The wired jaw of judas Christ digs arsenics into tunnels
And, lo, as we ride from endless peds and cradles
Then candled crosser ken
Crabs a fallower for daddy green gems and dauphins
And I saw canny cabinets when eaten star-stems
Feed male masks to god and his masted Venus.
*
The paramour of a curtained grave hisses after
Salt-thrown breasts and father
O our business seems complete, and, loped, partners
Thunder-fuse natural dimmers with lamp-litters.
As we turn and go, an inexorable mien of killers
Claims doping dodgy dowers
And the elbows of dolt-flowers jeer where rivers
Compress life’s bower within
Dosed drays and bonny bone bins
La
We have come to realise that our lost issues
Contend a natural murder,
We have come to magnetise our crushed values
And, oh, when we come to pass a green giver
Then thamesward city fathers
Will cut cold engines from statues.
The tethering tawny teething rings of purdah
Bomb fuelled crypts and die.
*
O surely on dun day I will find coastal killers, and
O surely, under love’s hill, we will hear lambs
Racing against a country clock.
Words are worn on winnowed fingers: vinegar hock
Will ram a fairy thumb when a jack of rot
Strums a sugar vine, and the sodded star-slock
Fills for vialed vases
.
As the illegal farms of women slot
Coins into loss
Then a sun in a fazed cross crucifies the lot of
Brawled lamps and faces
..
Ah- this side of a bulled stall, gods
Dream of a level world
And the teethers of tippling devil birds
Cut a daddy doll from bled bolls
oo.
*
All dreamt days are negated-
I have seen the blind bellstar of the rivers raise
Impossible sea braids
And then a sudden touch of winter lather
Worm-burrows under tubed mad grief.
Too much of our life has been lived,
Too many odd hours have been
Vaunted with gossamer dreams
And the tunnels of our drooling year
Implode.
*
You were lost and scented drams toasted
Loss and families.
The breasted buttocks of buttery bodies
Slashed swung song-birds with
Ecstatic talons, and the mean blow of the town
Tracks graffiti with fallowed vandal-pounds.
You were utterably mine, - the concrete crowds
Were glass-mauled within
Anonymous buildings, and a weeper in a cloud
Observe adulous children crapping.
I have seen you struggle with your world,
I have glassed you
O
A mental mind-vision hair-covers old fulfilment.
*
And I dare not entreat the grave. Life is not near.
Dug from dying, though, I reach out for true fear,
And I dare not complete death.
While out of sexy rain, the rippers of my mind
Dream of rotted cunt-rain
And I dare not compete with death.
And men in manses collect flavoured flowers.
Dragged, a dilly green fruit-pet sunders
And I dare not complete feathers
daubed mind folks find faceless soda
Drinking gas.
*
I dare not travel too far. In my mental eye, I always
Lay sex-waste to dogs and graves
O
Out of fierce hearing, I will appear to see day
Lamping a sea-face inside soft glades
O.
What with this mortal fire-grate yearning
Breaks glad beads, then sex seems burning
O.
Bright boozy blood shows us
The best way to blind love’s husk
And ghost-gibs haunt swarmed pain.
*
Tonight, of all nights, life’s wife sold her favourite fruit.
O, I dashed a plum-stone at a soup-flask
And the pleasure-whirring bowel of glass where roots
Raped a lady liquorice with bulbs and glass
Brightens a glass-bowl where rotted dates succour
Blood-blinded gobstoppers.
Underwatered, a green daddy bus dyes a dry house
With giddy mean vaginal clit-cried
Sizzling salt peaches.
Tonight, of all nights, light’s Christ will snap fruit.
Ah, eyes lap locks from faeces as a shop of brute
Bathes a baby in an adult bath-.
The hair-greased bared hairbands of the past
Test for an oiled latrine
And, uh, I have overseen such sadnesses of breeding
And I have undertoned such roman rotted steam
O
The lazy leader of Mount Zion hears rafts
Sailing off into
A magneto’s engine-ooze
And the labellers of the colour true
Storms dying murdering mind-maidens
And sun-stricken skies pass on by as broods
Slacken for the fire.
*
For it must always seem that the fruit-bowl we made
Curries after ashen waxed blades
O as wicked apples sully pears with graves
Then picking pear-pluff will mac a lay with
Teeming toasts and rammed rose-figs.
And I dare not muffle god’s kids, and I won’t kid
Good God because
I miss the idylls of a time when jesus died for pigs
O
The damsels of a plastic soul close
Whipped eyes and dummy factories, La
We enter into sand
We swagger for summer, and a winter in a car
Writhes from driven Mars
And, uh, as a candle under pepper sneezes after
Dames and dollies
Then pruned bud-soap must see Father
Praying for top-of-the-pops…
*
Underneath a chiselled ledge, I saw the riding dead
Digging bolted graves
O, when once bad bodies yawned, then
Dazzling moping lays
Sucked peach-stones with fluted mouthers
And opening sex trades whip tipplers when
Versos vamp veering nodes.
While snorting lackadaisical oil, a vixen under lodes
Lipper a lemon foil for strawed thunder-troves
And then backers of a walnut-pickled life
Ignites pushed prams with spoils and Christs.
And do not visit love’s grave.
She is not there. She did not die for braves
And she dare not die for another.
*
Inside a cherried fog, we hear belled trees
Mowing sylvan soda from gins and glebes
And you and your scalded lips cry out aloud
And then misled cats of cranny war
Leach to a fountainhead
And the felinity of the warred turns
Prison plots and thunderheads.
O I will heal youths with pyres
O I shall sear kids with lies
And then, once rapped in a cave, we will ride
Far back home when
Our distant dilly daring love expends.
Dark dogs move as a night ship dies.
*
Inside a crisscrossed chapel and a church, I oversaw
Pornographic saviours attempting to save
Wide eyed witnesses to a sea of seesaws
And, o, I do not dare to visit god’s guilty grave?
And, forever snapped by air, a countess in a saw
Slices giddy cock-clawed
Bled brigs and guilty heaven’s
Buggered butter-beads whose assaulted gardens
Give crow-talons to gems and junkies.
Outside a sex-cropped church and apple, I overheard
Pornosapphic sailors exempting loins and ashes
And the giggler in a glam grippled after
Laughed cages and funereal fume.
There is, inside a mind, a mental crock which reads
Idiot ingle books?
*
O my father’s mouth is
Stopped dead.
O my mother’s mouth is
Sent to bed.
A baby on the rise is
Stoppered
And spun wards rid
Eyes and bodies.
Such flowers which
Wither inside
Will see lips
Burning
O.
In a bed of curves
We sunder
City slumber….
As coiled grief
Stabs
Ponied cabs
Then blue rubies
Ride from
Neon fishing, and
Dyed daubed drams
Toast
Trees and lovers.
Uh?!
*
Inner dreaming dresses dust in naked dirt,
Walnut faces wrinkle noses
And then the vine-cut faces of the curt
Gnarl a hot bed with chained roses
O
Old stone encaged in van-vaulted hymns
Straps a silent lord within
Out-of-perspective failures who swing for
Veined bruised women
..
A small, green pug plops on pits as fishy war
Brings beery harvests back home
And, loaned, a cherry choker cracks, and bone
Feeds a canine lion-
Underneath ripened sunsets, a starry sea of Zion
Drowns.
*
For we must clad old colourful kids in tarry macadams
And then the tearing of kids
Wrestles blue oil from foxy fizzy green madams
And the powders of one billion suns
Suck-gnarled windwells
O-
For we must clad cold killers inside a tarred sea-havens
And we will rot for keen rivers
And the skull-known voices of a dumb garden
Encases men and fevers in cold shives and harsh fathers
O.
When once a scrunching sea-city drinks its waves
Then bended sea-bodies
Must walk all tides where birds and spies
Stride oceanic sea-babies…
A car-jaunted yellowed lip snaps a cat and
Dogs writhe.
*
These vegetable veins I have dreamed must whip
Gentle hands and heels
O these terrible reels of salt film must see ships
Sailing out where old wheels
Rock for concertinas
And a clammy fist of time vaunts after
Wrinkled wrestling masters, and grey fathers
Divorce love’s hapless truth
And then keeled cuts of faith wrest spoils from couth
Criers, and the daring dolly of drubbers
Sex-clads coiled spools where rammed lovers
Encase sickled sunsets within dobbed dugs and
I espy a nightly bird car-cramming caverns under
Fast city tundra.
Hashed by hot hotels, we warden for weevilled healers
And the closed toads of a sea-town
Drags fairy thumbs from dogs and moon-life
And here we walk a weary line as hell-lit sister life
Dies for money.
*
Gone now to the ugliness of a fleshy flyover,
I hear the sudden noise of a pissed hangover
Staggering for a blue shit
And, o, as curtains fail, then a natural killer
Must surely slice eyes from bruised lips?
A sudden sallied acceptance of night and day
Plays litter-ridden where the mouth-bound grave
Points ferrules at imbecilic tree-towels
And the killing body of a false mind disembowels
Hot spaces where closed faces
Shit in the wind
O.
Twenty-two fingers vault against a vended rape
And one billion heaped guitars
Serenade god as banging angel-cars
Crashdown.
*
As an angel’s car, named Abaddon, rode from light
Then a bad sea-star fell from midnight
And the ashen roses of a sea of Adam
Stuck Aaron deep down where a shitted car of Christ
Taunted roads with bodies.
O.
Where the fingers of sex vinegars leach to life
Then thunderheads may well
Disembody bolls from washed miraculous laddies
And we will ladder all sense?
O.
Musk-strewn, we musify the operatic poor when
Nude motorways silence neon bitter women
And naked fellows of felonic foals
Skate for optics as wind-swells roll
Darkness into rain
O.
This side of a world is being painted with
Loudmouthed baby-varnish
And the roads of lady-cabbage cut all kids.
.
*
When made grim and unimportant, an ugly city-town
Sprays slayed paint where bombed sound
Howls inside sprawling trees; and as wasted town
Taunts blinded teachers
And the suns of fathers vamp cunt as an urban clown
Snips bright killers
O.
Once interwoven with billers, a branched baby-bidder
Sits and gleams for
Old ides and ivory whores, and, lo, as dreamed dawgs
Undress dogs and fever then
Casted kibbles create cunt-hens from cold women
O.
When once we are fist-felled, then grey children
Must climb city wards.
*
We will shed some alligator tears. As cars career
Inside the dead, then
We will drink some crocodile beers; and a bill of men
Must rot for Simeon
And the gullies of the gobbed and reasoned
Hear youth call to age
O. The slappy sovereign in a cage must
Wrap wounds inside sweet age
And then cabinets of the lied will fib for rage, and
We will share some sweetened bitter lust
And button birds in blue turtle dreams.
For whom do we sleep? Ourselves? Or is it more
That rest suffers a dreamed self which cannot arise?
Chidden men of Xmas wrap gifts for god’s bride
And the malting eggs of sap sample Easter’s
Sweet swilled shell-snaps.
And we will share some alligator beers. As cars revere
Outside death, then we will gun-sear
Drabbling fishy fear from vine-tilted wine-wilted
Poked pierced cock…

*
The wives of guzzled wort widen when
Turds under cables cradle shits and pissed women
And the covers of a private heron
Hardens, and blown bodied beaver-boys season
Pushers in Haven.
As we retreat, just like the sea, our town of gardens
Digs for blossoming claws
And the bagger of bauds bed-binds ravens
And a closed lime-lady
Locks a maggot finger underneath moors
Oh.
Soon surely to be rid of pap-girls, urban reasons must
Spiral from a pithed chapped word where
Soft red mouths moisten men and gay prayer
And, pounced, a parabola of peated poesy has snares
And we must seem scared of evening?
Wet wives widen for clamouring dirtied sirens.
Swashed spies soften
Beached bombs and coarse guns, and Poseidon
Bobs up from treed shroud-sailed
Tautened sea-tigons, and we will harden
Swelled pigs in pug gardens.
As a bended blathered bee-boss stings ravens
Then muted modelled mead-moss
Pecks crows and peals off a blue cross.
*
When uninhearsed, I saw a bad kid fearing
Deliberate stage-fright
And, when once plays roll, I am crying?
O, laden god has been a lucky boy
O, his active lover has danced for joys
And the closed dramaturgy of a big boy
Smooches in chiffon light.
Uncoached, three dramatic towels touch again
The felt lips of an infant song
And choral crypts carry crags unto swung rain
And tipping histrionics.
Owls under gaffers grit giddy thespians
By altered radio Christ, and, la, cold romantics
Shape a Roman dream from
A pantheon of pushing penile cunt-drums
And sainted sable-summer strips for honey.
*
A sudden sliding sun of love sunders
Barns and owls, and, o, as a knifer’s keen father
Stalls old stone, then
A sudden sliding gun of god sunders
Burns and cowls. O this town of feathers
Tars bells with trowels
And then green glint of a hover-bus bears towels
Damply back home where a dill of fakes fashions
Crows and mother.
Keen kenned grapes rinse hands in bread-wine
And drunk foetal grinds
Crapulent beer-binds
And where once a vogue for wine lines
Pockets of lime, then lemon stores
Spread tipsy tubers against thieves and wards
And wardened guarder men
Dig for obfuscated brolly men, and washed hens
Don vodka-vision.
A sodden siren’s snooded summer sucks rocks as lissom
Speaks for whores and powder….
Ahhhh?
What the hell are we doing with our mind make-up?

*
Copyright James Bellamy 2018.

*

the exegesis of a dragged boy
sereandes a budded ship
o the gilded fleeces of a bad toy
serenades a bearded cliff
& the bins of the bent abide with
dirty raisins.

& the lidded lippies of the dead
numb all faces
& the gridded nippies under laces
tie tidal shoes/

the exegesis of a dragged boy
serenades a budded dip
oh, the sties of seated sheep-dip
washes virgins dry
& sense seems touch dry?

when once a wall of fans fits
cunts under tits
then green dragons cut mits
& all bent coasts out-grab.

*
the vases of the vast & killed
sink glass inside a driver
o the artists of the past fill
hands & tables
& the candles of a lit hill
brighten under gables
o

when once a dog of ages
yaps at a nude sun
then a cat of screws cages
kind murdered loves
& the glebes of gasses
covers cunt under glasses.
o.

the vases of the vast & trilled
bark at a blood gun
& the whips of winter stun
dirty sexist water
& the wolds of murder cum
inside blue slaughter
o.

whn once a rat of stages
tells love's time
then wept river minds lip
all lovers.

*
the dizzy dolls of war widen
all true lips
o, the messy molls of fear
supper after clits
& the wolves of London
ride dog aside five winds
& the dizzzy dolly sirens
wed walls to clips.

when once a weir of hands
drowns the dead
then a cunt under fear rams
fairy sons
& we abused fairy thumbs?

the dizzy dolls of war widen
all blind trips
o the pissy pals of red mits
maul kind summer
& the winters of the ripped
writhe, writhe
lo.

& a dabblered doctor's cry
kills the sick.

*
the pinioned purse of the paid
parades after liquid graves
o the sun-gemmed gear of the laid
parades after liquid slaves
& the wines of wheat hear graves
grasping gold gum

when once a bodied hearse raids
green apple-ochres
then a bod of bakers heals
fast angels
o where a bed of cockles
sinks lithe flesh within
old linen
then the masks of Ram curate
dead sun-Inns.

the wharves under bed sea-swim
after necked sold gold
o where once we cry after sin
then liquid fathers
famishes cats with fevers...

eyes under eyes suffer rivers.

*
underneath blue thunder, i suffer
coded sex fathers
o inside a nuked river, i suffer
merlin wrecks
& the whips of sweet deaths
sucks a strange sea of deft
bully toys

when once a bed of grass
caresses sirens
then we will cut curved masks
& we will summon
bruised glades from Simeon
o

underneath blue thunder, we suffer
after dogs of rain
& as eager ashes
cry under pain, then grey pain
packs a British clown...

when once a bed of glass
carries carrion to dreams, then rain
must pummel
sex & a raven..

O- a tree of naked roofs
topple where bruised grey dudes
cry, cry.-

Uh

*
oh, the fast fathers of the daddy sun
dams sonar light with
a blind solar soul- O, when a gun
shoot;'s Love's uterus
then the vast villas of a mammm sun
will cut death

& as a beard of birds uses sex
then a yard of nude islands
lend fishy nets to spy-bombed
river-tree-lands

oh, we may well blink at the rain
o, we may well sink under pain
& as a starry cosines
hires a wood cab, then road-signs
must delve a concertina?

ah, the fast fathers of the dummy sun
hector stained
killer habits.

*
& we will wind down red fiowers
o, the spinal soul
cracks blown cheeks as rolling
neon budded cities
lays green-waste to rhinal pities.

where first a fast foot rolls
gelled gilt sleep, the soft coals
will dream of bodies... Ah?

as we sky-wind funeral bowers
then a tor of rapes
will surrender dips to capes
& the wells under televisons
sunder TV towers with
hiissed lockets...

the suns inside the nude moon
may well shine no more?

*
the redulent swell of a fast death
strips sexed guns
o as a vagrant cell interlocks
nad death then
we shall crazy swums sun when
old loves wave goodbye.
O

& these natal words see fly
blenched roofs
- & grey conifers under tithes
send arms to sleep?

the redulant currants under sex
snaps a cake with
dickybirds & a dancer.

*
the reined romantics who
send dust to sleep
must kiss the bled sun - O
where once a scented noose
bee-slams honeys
then a naked monkey must
loosen living peace
& the wode of peace must
doctor wine with wheat.

when once a kind hill
falls, then a churched mill
will supper after blue ill
& the dogs of Man spill
blonded binary bedded
green killers...

& reined romantics who
shovel sucking ooze
hereby shut a daff when
grassy gillers
dine against a pig-pen
& roguish pigeon men
shoot a doled sky-river...

where once a angel
eats up the winged dark
then man's anointed Ark
must kiss a veined saddled
star-risen
becks.

*
a sunrise at xmas time rips
solar snow from easter-trips &
o, as a gun of cool gifts use ices
to wallop cherry-lips
& a sunrise at xmas time
wallows under pine as sorbets
sledge-hang
nuts & olives from a sherbet
& the lights of cold summers
sweats within festive wrapped
ankled yule eyes...

uh as keen mental messages
arise from mistltoe
then the chilled veins of lovage
carries christmas curry
back to a horse-hid grotto...

ahhhh. crows chill mien

*
Copyright Jim Bellamy 2019.

*

the stripped slides of endless love
shape radios from naked missions
o the nipped tribes of trendless God
snap moon meadows
& the drones of rivers become
as liquid hands to cold shadows.

& the mites of thunder star-cape
blood song
& the lights of father sea-drape
dilly pilgrim guns.

o when once a pulled pumis
straps blind disease
then a nape under old sleeves
push visions under vanished
flamingo gardens

as a wizard under dope strokes
domed dead feathers
then a drain of hunger must
die for winter's
hot snipped cuss.

*
the eyes of liquid life stoop
against the town where sweet scoops
suck bald vinegar
o, the wivesd of a trapping noose
jams sad sea cars
& the eyes of liquid life stoop
against pulled beads - ahh

coded men dream of Aaaron
& the brides of tigons
trap a fist inside vaginal lions.

*
the bedless bonce of a british bird
sea-slams spam
o the geering jump of a british jam
jazzes under woman
& bald promontories hit curves
o

i have oven-booked easy lives
& i have eyed a sea of cheeese-wives
& eyes have been poked out
ah..

eaten by lighters, we ignite doubt
o when once a lover
sneezes under snouts, then louts
must tease all lies?

dammed by sedans, we see lies
lappng a cat's rough tongue.

*
the marchers of the mad are
drugged under wheeled cars
ah the hatches of the sad are
dragged underneath blue cars
& the rats of girls
sea-hag city pearls. Oh

when once i see a dream
washing lard-hands, then cold
will dress my mind
& the pugs of time hear cold
warping scissor wine...

the marchers of the mad are
cramped under devil-stars
ah the jacked sold ram of old
rock, rock
& we wave goodbye to cards
& we send presents home
& we watch where times
drop a bombed clock...

when once we see a dream
washing lard-lions, then cream
cums against us...

La

*
the clotted career of a hot whore
shovels brute under sex
o the slotted veneer of a cold store
sells old bombs to deaths
& the shelled winters of the killed
storm rolled glass
& the dolls of summer summon
grey bones & old masks..

when once a bod of lions fills us
with rotted river men
then the dawns of hens see dust
crashing under bitumen?

& the clotted career of a hot whore
shovels roots under decks
o the cotted suns of fear cry for
burned oven-specs
& the whored hearse of a slit
squats upon
green guns...

when once a bod of Zion fills us
then glad jews will live forever.

*
bright beds of hail slam swift scans
o light lofts where sun-spilled ribbands
ram sea-flour
will bake us a giddy cake
& the eyes of sea-drakes star-shake
sunny river-flowers
o
when once we cut a mask then
bled eyes will snap us out; & women
writhe when asleep
& the cups of old mutts will reap
veins & blue baby?

bright ribs of hail scram under drams
wide wicked edams
& as wooping wicks light candles
then slain winter wigwams
will surely fall like autumns...

& cicada shade shaves soft sands
& our keen world fades.

*
the reasoners of Israel live above
old killed lovers
o the scissors of blue endless gods
grasp to mothers
& the drugs of Love listen for
sampled sea-wards
o
when once a sea of honey wars
inside hearts & gourdes
then we gorge our bodied claws
& we wipe our hands
o

the reasoners of Israel live above
cold spilled brothers
& the whips of winter bake gloved
eyes & ladies
& the witnesses to genoa's blood
brags for
weeping summer-spores...

where once we pack a gemstone
then we will pray for forged
painted plummies
& the dugs of dust dream of
gay bones..

La

*
\
as we look down at lunar excerement
then god must lash love's tail
& the ideal towns where squatter scent
cut a bald kiss
then rodeos under mitts must demetn
cemented clowns
o

when once a knife in the moon dents
sashed cogs & cashes
then we will supper for a room of
slapping eye-skied mints.

as we look down at lunar excrement
then dogs will lash love's vales
& the bods of Britain harden clenched
romantic roman walled graves
& as miners coal-cage sold lays

then we will peer inside wrenched
starry lunar soda
& we wioll break us a sofa's
eager petted dive?

*
& i remember my lover's bad tonugue
o jazzy jailers swing
& the pushers of a bled wing
imprisons cats in veined loss
& i remember my lover's bad tongue.

when an easy feline father spins us
then blonde dreams must
depresss female dust
& a son of life has no winged lust
o
keen life gives us
gaoled dolled musk
& odd sad music prays for
jammed jukers
& we hear a fatal ward....

ah where once junk jammed me
then i heard a death sex-slay me
& as blue gourdes under green seed
suck tie-dyed soft mushrooms...

& i remember my love's bad tongue
& dead christs may lay you down?

*

& i will lay us down under families
& i will live aside a sea of veins
o where once a town sunders rain
then i will lay us down under memories
^& the lipstruck signals of cemeteries
loosen noosed salt-life...

oh, a tree of arrows swathes christ's
bandaged holy string
& the aped sun of rings sunders
noise-eyed deaf Magdalene- O
i espy a cart
& i leave our hearts to Descartes?

laaaaa!!

veiny vast vultures suck rolled sin
ah the Ides of murder
lead laden babies wheree gold-gyms
eat both thick & thin....

A circus in two lands lams the wind
& oval embers swim
against gulls & threnodies.. ah-

I realise the native in my skull
o i believe in sacred lovers; & cars
crusade for my mean bed
& i realise this natron in my skull's
hidden brain-pull.

& we will entertain sand dunes in the rain
& we must consume a holy fire.

Ah men?

*
Copyright Jim Bellamy 2019.

*
aside of these sonic walls where
i made my dead name
there is a sea of liquid pain
& the skulls of easter sun-stain
bods & face

o as a dialler dials dust, then
old eyes rend
dizzy blindness - under men
drilled skin burns
ah

the embers of the dark dig
after city foods
^& old raisins smoothe
canny teemed ilxes,,

*
the salads on the side will
feed ducks to a banked hill
o the gazers of the wide
gallery after
red crabs
& the salads of the skies
will rope carts to eyes

when once a pool of dives
dream of drummers
then a jangled jack of wives
raises
all keen red spaces where
old incense burns..

ides found inside old ferns
stoppers anger.

*
the giddy easy wood where
i carved my eager prayer
has no gone to dust
o the dizzy dragon blood of
wize whores
scatters sermons under Love
.
when once a baby moon
drags deaths from man-rooms
then a bud of God
will perish just kine a tune
/
o the beds of basrtards swoon
& greedy gassed leaves
wash a dead manger.

*
where once we eat into
chamber-clouds
then a sink of crows moves
beckoning manger-shrouds
& the cells of cods
hire spastic cabs
o
where once we eat into
one thousand nudes
thn we will slink where stags
sink vines into teeth
o
this side of a slit, old sleep
hangs a blurred flag.

*
o as bright as a kid, we summon
carrion covers
o as hot as a pig, we summon
crow-faces
& the oats of lovers cut off
& the boats of fathers
sails under cases

as a bed of casts sun-spaces
hot moony eyes
then we must suck
veined bins of dust ... La

as bright as body, we summon
hirsute boys
& the heroes of a diamond
crap under forced toys
& the wines are midnight
& the seas of Gods

cry till spooned.

*

ah where a simple hand sun-shakes
idioms of ravens
then prayer hunts faces down-
ah where a simple Man sea-shapes
jolted star-pavements
then a kid at sea will drown, drown
o
i summon cells from sadness when
sippling sons of salad-hens
break a bone tower with lost men
& the doos of mallards send
old pigs to sleep
o
ah where once a bell of blouses
beckon bols to shit
then a bed of card will see lips
locking fairies under ruses
& we are made blase by Lit
o . we seize the grave?

ah where a simpled hand gun-drapes
shooting tree-snapes
then we run too fast back home.

*
the city covers of one billion men
see keen stars rocked down
ah the dogs of lovers
send books to stella sleep - O
the citty smothers all women &
cusped lunatical children
dream of burnt sleep...

when once a bed of reason
marries mam to lesions, then sand
must shatter cars
.
& a dog of easter walks sand
& the cats of winter
mewl outside love's hand; & age
scatters zero summer?

the city covers of one billion men
seize mean cabs from London
& the weed of crabs smoke men
& the rats of stranglers
raise ropes from vermin-mangers..

& when once a cowl of killers
sucks salt scissors
then we will lay love down.

*
urgent tweezing faces jump & crack
old city fleas
o emerging insect races jam & jack
cold city beads
& when once a bed of decks wraps
hands under reeds
then a bob of brass will see crap
poking our eyes in
& the lips of flour raise caked tin
& the buds of ovened sin
sucks bad bread from slowing
bricked city Inns.

o the naps of the naped are
slamming kiddy guns under cars
o the tracts of the raped scar
dramming city lunch
& i empty my salt empire when
we reach for lost junk
& we body bowers as spunk
knots a screaming scar...

urgent tweezing faces jump & crack
neural thrones & natal heart-attack.

*
o as we cast hot bread down baked days
then we enter crusts inside cooked graves
&, laced, summer's lusts
liven casts with wormy dust O a baby
bobs up from cradle-lace
& the bossed sun's dappled taste slaves
whored vinegar shadow...

as a wife of winter opens Ides then
Abaddon peers from a side; & old men
rock for Leda
& the wasps of fathers crap where men
slash a picking sea-larder?

o a we cast hot bread down stations
then men must blaspheme
& the wives of Pan dissect patrons
& vowelled petrels pee against need's
bun-breaking river hearts...

& slashy scissor sisters suck hearts
& green metis fathers
wed kids to kind brothers.

*
when interlocked with moon men
we ride a lunar sky
& the stars of cosmic kids rend
loonies under milky eyes
o as warmed body cabinets writhe
then stella urinals will
interfuse Hector with Andromeda's
pursed sex hill

when once centre-locked with
grey theives & robotic cut kids
then a heath of blood oven-fibs
burnt kitchen ivories
& the inflated pickers of ivories
lay lamped red with
pianollas & soul-mined
crooned cut kids
.
when once below a time we
span a comc planet, then we
excavated spatial comets; Oh

let's wish farewell to space-sin

*
Copyright Jim Bellamy 2019.

*
make your dolly touch-dry
o,let us listnen to the pink sky
& shed olives on Orion-
star-shaped, we wed abandon
& the sun sounds

when once a tilt of rivers rides
against a moon-lipper
then we travel where drippers
dream of eyes

make your dolly touch-dry
o let us listen to the green sky
& splay mauled kips where
death sleeps under keen hair

the depths of a slumber scares
all dreams.

*
where once a bomb of bone
cuts stone up
then a bed of cups drinks drones
& a ball of sluts
sweats, sweats
o tribes under tithes hear heat
weakening, weakening
...
ideal killers carry macadam
& ova under berries seizes
mad suns & idiot madam's
girl-gape...

when once a bomb of bone
cuts stoned mutts
then we will smoke chrome

*
& as a bed of prisms shines
against a cool world
then a languid liquid sea of minds
rots forever
& the signets of the pleasured
spit bottom juices where
neon cities whine.

as a bed of missions grinds
keen blood-jaws
then a tree of whores winds
keen timed claws
& as a bed of prisms shines
againsta cruel girl
then a languid sea of pearls
rots the curled
sun of sin....

O

*
the buried bended sun of greed
bombs cherries
then a flag of men will hear need
burning minds to death

o when once a till of honey decks
bulls & sea-wrecks
then a flag of men will harden
under stereos in english gardens.

the buried bended stars of greed
hangs Hades
& the bins of sex wallop Ladies

ahhhhhh

once above a time, i heard
red babies dance?

*
the thorny stars of sex have come
to look down at lunar rain
ah the corny cars of sex have come
to look inside a lunar train
& the beds of death
trrample sleep.

when once a head of wheat
rampages under gloom
then blue thorny cards will heap
patience & snap
o the dolls of endless sea-traps
topple....

& the drags of words suckle
stapled lost pages
& we listen to dead birds
Oh

*
the deadening summer of our killed love
wears away keen tears
o the loosening winter of old gay fears
teeter under noosed Gods
& the knights of death who summon
green flags
will knot now the sizes of the mad
o

when once a ball of sickness stabs
caddied old sex
then a mill of sex studies under labs
& a shining sea-sex
swims against bawled brides
& the fish of faces will describe
fishermen of mermen
o

the deadening summers of our lies
will torture thieves with dog-drives
& where once a neon gun
shatters, then a bag inside the sun
teems with witches
o

& shaken slapped sallied egos
drop drugs under waged robed
autumn lather...

ahhh

*
& the piercing telephoned lips of
crazy pigs
dial Sex for murder
o the eating cell-phoned bits of
dizzy kids
spy sex for Purdah
& the angels of war sup God's
evil porn-grail

when once a pusher of a sin
writes under bellies
then a bud of cancers will spin
cold-calling coined men
& a bed of briar
bends blue heads as hot hymns
sereande nothing...

& the piercing telephonic lips of
hazy kids
dial Self for bright bibs
& a model motel apes dad-Love
& a mission burns
down, down...

the hearsed horned horses of
keen minds
stop

Uh?

*
the silence of keen shadows enslave
old eyes & cold tears
o the violence of a dream will raise
blind fathers- as a sea of graves
drops shroudsails
then a fierce driver of the dawn
must shade hands with fists.

where once a nest of brides lays
dark waste from money
then a bed of deaths will cut
kind manic lashes

& the silence of lean shadows
dreams of the dead
o when once veined side meadows
wraps gears around heads
then a blonde sky will shed

tawny sleeves

/'
the cunts of death bedraggle
coasts of sleaze
& the felts of greed star-strangle
chilled rolled moon-amgels
& a naked anvil falls inside
closed ribbons...

I will idolise the scents of
voided prisons.

*
where all the poison of the year
hammers daisies to iron Oh
the ilex of a body sheds fear
& the liqours of the dead sear
cake-mouths
& the chickens of the cloth
cackle down the veined sloths
iof vaginal exegesis
& the miracuklous killers of
blind Behemoths
sea-hang cunts from Loss
.
the breaded basements of
kind liars
bend salt tongues with ghosts
& easy mothers swipe ropes

O the candy boys who soak
tongues in high countries
widen gates with red honeys
& the pigs of rest
lam cowd crowds with death's
chanting bodies

& i will lay thee down in a
cage of swallows
& inside this swallowed loft
we raise a nest of lost

red vermin?

Lo.

*
the lidded seasons when
our kids went seesaw rends
buds & ashes
o the riven roses of women
scents cure lashes
& the gardens under children
lay down a stashed vein..

when once a petrfied doll
damages angels
then blind toys suffer culled
signal petals
& a patina of Dettol staples
birds to fatal
blenched fables

& the mistress under beds
lap against five tides
& the seamstess of the dead
clap aside empty lives
O

where towers of sadness shed
sky-dyed seed
then barren eagles must cum-tread
boats of death
& a bad bren in a flower
will send tall bowers to dead
drammed drones..

the engined kids of dun waves
dulls inside nooned graves
then sirens of old wives; & domes
dilly after car-grime
& the paradigm of a mind
clots bines with factories.

woah as a wooded windows
widen into grain
then mashy messy widows must
die for Heaven
& wild Heaven sucks
old blonde carrion cups.

*
Copyright Jim Bellamy 2019.

*
the paradigm of a dead mind
nooses mental petrol
o the married mines under Dettol
drig cold rifles
& the bedless eyeful cicadas
drop a bone
o

when once a wood of lions
chops ligrons
then a bust of iron-eyes must
topple cold sea-guns
o

the paradigms of a dead mind
nooses natal worms
& death heals life's burns.

*
& I am heaven-burned by
eaten beads
& i am raven-turned by
eaten bees
o
when once lost sky has
fawns for fingers
then old bodies willl cash
blue notes..

& a sun of winter craps
inside slammed hands.

*
ah a tripping trotting dirt-dream
dolls us with pain
& a trickling slut cries for cream
then we toy under
seas of grain
o
the students of death stain
gulls & gullet
& the vines of death entrain
cuckoo vices
o
a red flickering tongue reams
salt lust
/
Uh

*
oh a laden lady's largesss
locks a kiosk in a river- O
a red garden's body has deaths
& all insiders of a lover
wed books to sexed
choked cherry - Oh

when once a sea of slips
drops a keen skirt
then a bed of red dirt rips
closed wards

oh a laden lady's largess
sings for a cinema-sadness

.Uh

*
these sold days where we made false money
must rub a sex-note
&, o, as a dawdled prayer
prays for sex-rope, then a ball of honey
must fuck a sex-doped
dropper..

& a bill of pain pays for fathers as code
craps against forced winds
o the shriekers of mad heathers close
kind pricks
& the sharpening tips where binners
car-snare dusty dreamers
willl come to soon?

these sold days where we made false money
must grubble after oats
& a bluesy bine cries for our body
then we will smell smokes- ah, candy
samples putters
& fat chandelabras

ransack god's boats.

*
woah, here & now, a mask of endless family
sea-shrouds
green swards under clouds
woah, now & tomorrow, a venus on holiday
convicts cases of crowds.

& the jungle horse we city-ride has loud
cried caves for brides
& the jucy void where we sea-slide
five forests under dowds
will suck a ducted pelican- Oh-

& here and now, a damask enemy
sallows fields with cemented
bollock-wasted blonde eyes. Dinted
we see rise an evil mummy.

& as a bag of stone hits lady hammer
then mean daddy crosses
must empty wide balls under crosses
& we are the sails of father.

*
& a massive naked mind has a
neat granite jaw
o as i uncover a naked wynd
then i will find a bone on a ward
& when once a spine
suffers snappers, then old bird
will staple skeins to wine

when once a bed of paper
burns like a crown, then pepper
must taunt the easy dead
& the bines of bedrest salt-tread
tawny ledged
illiterate killers.

& a massed naked mind has a
hot veined jaw
o as i rest then recover, old war
widens where i found
a stoned beach & a wasteground.

Uh

*
these eager eaten days where i slaved
ghosts of Easter
then i rode inside my grave
o thee eaten eager days where i raised
holy rivers
has named me out as a dead lover

& the gun of God that shoots Love
must enter into blind blithe dugs
& God & Man has filthy dugs

o these eager beaten days where eyes
roved under mad tithes
must bully loved Barabus as guys
guide fawkesfires to giddy highs
& we dance, dance,
oh...

& the scrap of Rams digs dance
& the clap of Rams
drags doctorings from grey hands

I espy an island.

*
& there is a rocket in the midday moon
& there is a cricket in the sun
o as a vast sea-pocket shoots relief
then we suffer a darkness under sleep's
disbelieving slumber.

when once a pool of flowers signals
bad bled memories of Zion
then a rill of grease may star-tingle
after keen moon-gleam
& the trodden tears of star-angels
rock a dead boat?

& there is a rocker in the midday moon
ah, there is rocket in the sun
...
bruised brains sun-slam early Downs
& mental scars core-create
milky liquid fathers.

*
& as for a rose girl in a suit
may glassy eaters fuck sex now
o as for a close world, let loot
pay for extraordinary animals
&

where once a spool of camals
carry a dromedary heart-attack.
may you & I sit on life's lap
& let god lay us down?
& as for a rose pearl, may ash
marry sense to bleached
city crack!

o, these deft days where macs
don a spastic's spoon
will sunder wet wounds with
clasping scissor-rooms...

& as for a ratted cushion?.

*
Copyright Jim Bellamy 2019.

*
indivisible fathers famish a wet wife
& a sun of feathers flees after
dolled knives & dog-laughter
o & a city of thieves washes Christ;

as a bed of nudes hits walls, then
insidious riders of robed chicken
lay dick-waste to
dogdayed hedons

when once a sea of nerves hardens
then clammy stored starred ravens
will rock for fled Heaven..

o indivisible lovers famuish night
& doned heroes
drink dust then disappear....

*
these sad days where i set fire to sin
leads my father homeward
la these bad days where i star-spin
dogdayed birds
serenade the dead with blonde spind
doll winds
& the buds of winter shake wards
& the cuds of lovers
swagger under curd

o, where once a sea of iron serves
cats to camped curves
then the blue lines of winter swerve
deep down where wreckers
ram fairy brothers..

these sad daus where i set fire to sin
die, die, die

Uhhh

*
& when once a bud of whores suffers
droning dog fathers
then a bed of wrists cut up sleep
& the sunrisen lovers
of loosening tides rides against meat
& love will trumpet meat
o
when once a bed of vales carries
closed caravans
then a bud-bitten brain-tit marries
ravens under sands
& the wives of autumn seize again
wasp-headed scissor slams
o
once above a time when sex-scram
wept for dead Man
the nodded lead donned grey grams
& an ideal pistol
shoots a dunny grave...

& when once a bud of whores suffers
droning dog diggers
then a bowl of wine may well mother
all, all,

O

*
as coded candled canteens
cry for waxed foods
then the washy forced latrines
whip a horse of nudes
& keen carriaged men move
hands & tails
o
when once a pig of iron has
coded fingers
then a ewe under mirrors grabs
dizzy diamond gas
o
as coded candled canteens
espy starved blue hills
then a wife of evening's mills
sticks candy into nude dreams
& a scribe of sin
softens where fondant limbs

spoil fishy lettuce hymns...

*
the doctors of the livid dead
lay healing waste to
cat-craned baby; o, abed,
a slit fish catches blues
& we summon sea-screws

as a dragged field's fuse
sups shrouds from greenness
then gelling tapestruies of nudes
hang bitches from walls
O

the doctors of the livid dead
lay healing waste to
rat-stained nunneries; & truths
taste a filthy tangerine
& the wools of Eden move

grey gassy gear where roofs
pummel poxed closed
noosing houses
.
& the purse of pissing rouses
active caves
& a hearse in hissing dowses
action's knaves...

Uh

*
where easy mutants melt into air
then a queasy parent under prayer
combs god's infant hair
& the wives of the deep
weep for spies; & a tree of sleep
sheds bright leaves

o when once inside a mind air
brought buds to snare
blue logic, then a city's flare
flashes under the bodies
& master magick men rend
green sick lips
& a mast of Venus will send
kind crows back home....

I am a dogdayed drifter for
bruised tides & collour-war
& eyes lam disks
& dives dam clits; Oh

where easy mutants melt into air
then a dizzy dolly patient of prayer
drops haired mitches
& girl god has a planted face.

*
yoah, these sugar lords we overload
jack a sea of fathers
yoah, these sucroes bawds we stove
jump a tree of trippers
& the wolf of the dead don clothes
& the skulls of old snippers
don lady slippers- O, a sad rogue
rolls to sleep
& empty palaces paw a sea of wheat
.
yoah, where sweeties swim, then
spun sin will rend
cats from ashes, & the mien of men
melts under spind
dog-wind
& we din for deaths
o we cram carrion under pits
& nailed specs see speculum's nips
knocking bluind feathers....

O the wives inside our minds rips
salty slips
& a bed of beezers brags when
eyes deny sleep's vision.

*
the eaten inglenook where we made our name
suppers after country nudes
o as regals flower, then we dine on flours -
inside a glass station, a plate of bowers
salt-scrams a hammy disk of cheese-towers
& bowering body-men
loosen waist-weight as a daffy under lubes
feed a flowed fork where chilled chews
champ down on a bisk-bait...

& the dicing dones of dog meat hear
horses under larded bowl-beets; & fear
can-washes sodas beneath
lady larders & the pudding pith of wheat's
dogdayed english dinner-wreath...

& eaten ingles under hair comb food-flame
& beaten eggy tundra
traps ghosts in a cocking dredge; O, pain
floats like a spirit-candle
& the Ides of warves wack spoon-spangles
ahhhh.....

when once pulled plum-pushers
roast rocky trolls
then aspertine sweetens swillers

Oh.

*
where pariahs of wool unwind a slide of meat
then a body of cold mumma
links a winter of nudes with
Hector & Andromeda.- a crab under feet
washes slipped seashells where
coffins under coffees cram cavvies under sleep
Ah where pariahs of woold delve wet heat
then bouncing babby boned brides
snap coffins from sold spiralled sex-spies

& a bobbin of the waves sweeps salt tides
days deep, where a dogdayed pulse of lies
cannot find a right life
ah as daubers drink from christ's old eyes
then one zillion stars scrap suns when lights
ignite teased cunt-missions.

where pariahs of woold unwind a slice of peat
the we bury fairy thumbs beneath
grey missions - this wide word-hilll reaps
heads & scalpers
& a roed city jeep jams fished faining hillers
& the played pens of a dunned world mirrors
red mental periods of blue jams
./.
I espy a salmon-signal
I define a closing sex-sentinel.-

woollen weepies rock enemies
& a dunced moll swings.

*
mashy headless harmless Venus
heals a mask against love's war
o the pearls of sadness
send neck-napes to sleep as claws
salt-mutate
sallied sex sacarine; & a sun's daub
dresses bedragglers under
sweet laps & sully glucose apes
& we live up
a cave of cunt-candies; - Oh

when once a mind of reeds rips
sugar canes from old galled grits
then we will suck swirled rain; & capes
crash a dolly gnit
& dogs bark for clips-..

mashy beheaded charmless Venus
bags a ball of cocks where love's pinnace
hisses across gay ice
& the winds of lice suck
vaginal ermine-mice - ahhhh

Coastal killers kip for christs as fuck
spoils bees with grey flowers

& the wild world cups
deserted sexy rain.

*
Copyright Jim Bellamy 2019.

*
ohm, the twisted teasers of the wet & hung
lisp inside crude coal
ohm, as a nanna under foals feels lunged guns
then a vase of china cums
nights deep- A cygnet in the sun folds
cooky egg where daddy swims
underneath groped sleep

ohm, the eaten riders of the slitted tongue
craps inside curved grain
ah, as a dammer under doors feeds lunged
city babies, then a spiller under sweets
scatters trysts where
blonde teased hair cries for urban hair...

i idolise the dolly screen's reeled stare
& the buds of filimic midnight
leash a lime of peroxide sad light where
wedded whippers
weave drums under nippered
dinosaur nirtrate...

Oh, a dodgy stage of dust drags creped
panny pools
& the wrecks of winter hollah after
stagnant fools.

*
the gearing gabby ghosts of glassy wine
toasts dolled minds
o as we ride from boats, then city swine
dam a stabbed field

under leering cabbies, we pay for time
& the trickling dicky clock
tramples eyes with weals
& a sunny laddy straps suns to
razor-rock.,..

when once we cut eyes then we shop
diamond candles
o where once we shut spies, then lot
will sharpen nudes
o

the jeering gabby ghosts of greased wine
toats a dilly star
& the bloated cars carry vanned vines
adown, when

old piggies pout.

*
the pinching piddled peal of a flexed bells
sea-stabs
ivory wives- O. the lynching of old cells
sea-grabs cortisone labs
& when once an urban weal whips dells
then we will out-grab
old elbows.

where a bag of flowers leap scrap, then
belled booking shadows
shine inside a pulled hem
& the wode of wispy Bethlehem rends
blue cunny meadows..

i have seen a shoal of cabs hiring for
swept collisions
oh, eyes have given lads peering wards
& the moon's red incisions
rock forever...

Uh

*
where pure rolled city pugs piss underneath
car-craned waters
then a pill of killers drugs dopes with heat's
scar-stained doctors
& as we ride to sleep, then we suffer sleep's
easy blonde mission

ohm, a crazy kind cunt sallies dirt as lissom
lams a dog with old reason
& the blades of kids cut five seasons
ah i espy the dead as dogdayed passion
snaps dust...

where pure rolled city pugs shiver beneath
stoned balls
then a bud of glass will shatter like meat
/
Uh

*
purple plashy pushed buttons
lead salty sweets where lovelorn curtains
cry for wind
& the paws of a mind sweat under
red spind sin

o as a bed of empty mashed buttons
lead saline star-streets
car-ward, then a bed of bone
will drive after splayed heaped
whored nets.

once inside a mind, a bod of sex
wailed like a mirror
o once inside a rind, a sod of sex
railed just like a mother
& the trickling moon mothers

grey greased lovers - Ahhhh

old wives creep as crazy calves
suck stone grass.

*
whilst wild weepy skies unwind
bells & babies
then a sweated star-slide will grind
gags from rubies
ohm, a gear of daddies sunders
cells & cavvies
& a star of rabies rides a dog's
leashed yapped mind

O a startler of sirens sharpens us
O a radio hears diamond
& when once a church of sex-dust
dapples hymens
then a nude mummy has to crush

mindless alarums....

& we will lay deaths down when
cuckoos cry for missions
& dives sleep now...

*
the ragged caged cunny of the girl-world
raps against a tunnel
o the crapping bunny of a greased world
dons pearling gunnels
& the warders of the moon arise from
eyed hillocks where curls
crane inside love's head
O

when once a pealing picture pomades
pulled city glass
then we will swing for droned parades
& a soft blurred masque
smells under grain
o a gob of thunder sings for pure pain
..
& the ragged caged body of bad rain
cries under strange trains
& the magazines of the dead raise
lost zines where smokers book-braise
bodying book-burners?

eyes under sealed lips lick after
lazy looms- O, a room of drips doctors
dizzy daughters

& we will lay us down where old clockers
cry, cry

O - we say AMEN then die...

*
o i am eager to sleep for you Oh
i am seated under dreams; & a nude
has sweated nights
&i am eager to sleep under rolled
far out city drugs
.
when once a wind of laughter folds
dogdayed sheets under
red-murdered fast slumber, then
oats fed to death must see peahens
carrying pillowed wrens
far West where seagulls pray.

o i am eager to sleep for you Ahh
eyes clasp slept cats
o i am eager to sleep for you Ahh
dives are somnambulised from
dashed dragged divans
..
Ohhh
weeping wolverines shed raised
kinky slipper snakes
& the wives of lullers sing lays
days deep where drakes
poke all dreamt babies; & graves

glister once above a mind when
rattlers rat-strangle
bruisy podded angels- & men

wash a gentleman's chin & hems
drown for darkness..

lo.

*
there is a nag of laughter up love's sleeve
o the stars of love's fever
hisses after liquid laps & lady thieves
& there is a nag of laughter under eaves
where, handled, a candy sea of weed
smokes inside a angel
o

there is a nap of murder where dollies
cold-curate a body from a bride; & sandals
salt-surround eaten sister sounds
& the veins of mad sight blind wastegrounds
& the city crowns
closed brollies
o

there is a bag of purdah built from bodies
&, stunned, a belled bed of boggies
blend leeches into bitumen
& the sines of sin suck a seal of women
& the eynes of doggies
key caned dust where soul-caged chicken

pluck pawed egg...

Ay a bonce of brass sweats out yonder
Ay a cunt of glass
swells under grass; & a hat of thunder
beds gallows where masques
melt inside five winds..,.

Ah?

*
the headless hill where i made my game
cuts up a shrill fieldl
o the deadening pier where i used pain
suks my pharoah yield
& the gulls of laughter cup a tit-name
& the bulls of winter
gut snapped pigs with ginger-fever.

when once an father liar tongues flame
then the wives of mother
will rot the shrouds outdoors
& a rinsing web spins under claws
& a sucky fingered summer's stores
slam hands under lakes.

Ah a peg of pissers paw old drakes
la a dig of hissers gnaws jacked napes
& cold crucified Escariot
lays dream-waste to Jesu's pig-hat
.
& the headless hill where men crapped
inside chopped hands
has a van of faces where old ribbands
bolt butted bottoms inside bed-snapped

bad city necks......

the signal tap of liquiid hands on decks
dreams of dolly wiles.

*
Copyright Jim Bellamy 2019.

*
the dandy in a cavern carries
curried eagle-combs
o when once a body marries
shed cinders, then lady sloanes
must cry for Adam

& the dells of life snap drones
& the wetted dog digger stones
all love's sainted animals..

the dandy in a candle carries
funeral wax
o see now the fingers under
caps; & ride aside blue thunder
& tunnelled ermine
washes love's hands in brine
..
when once we taste love's mind
then true thought will
crap against a wound sea-hill

Ah

*
the dogdayed deus of the dead
drapes cuts about flowers
o the cat-laid cuss of a red bed
banishes bells from towers
& the eyes of minds shave
green gardens...

when once a sea of easels grabs
poncho paws
then a puzzler under scored labs
cast a shadow on the hands

o, this dogdayed death of mien
loots lazy deacons
& a grind of sin snaps mad men
& easters under candlemas
rots for Heaven?

where once a sky of weeviles
hangs eremites
then tawny towns are
exterminated by urban devils.

*
once below a time when a sea of apes
dragged seas for dates
then a pitted tree of lazy drakes
lams after torn trees; & old lakes
hiss across love's ice
& the guns of God shoot cradled
winter heated candle-vice
O

when once a boy of silver crusies
against five winds
then we will summon burnt nooses
& where once a girl in winter
loosens tied throats
then lissoms of laughter will

knock outside a mean hill. Ah...

*
the weeping wines of cot-wax
fastens pigs to fires
& the creeping mines of sex-crap
hastens feuded pyres
o when once a kid creeps inside
craned candle-deaths
then we learn the summer of
wrecking scissor wives
O

when once we learn of ladies
then men will yearn for cakes
&, ah, as a budded bed breaks,
then minded jacking salt-crepes
fry old stone
O.

& weeping wives rock a book
& the sleepers under a hook
closes summer under greened
casters of salt & sugar-spleened
rolled mutants...

eyes found inside a wide wile
blind all dangers.

*
when once we bid farewell to glass
then we punch a knuckled path
& the green roads between us
has come to keen misuse
& the buds of winter cut a puce
sea of drowned dung
O
a bed of drakes dreams of noosed
lilac killers
& the stars look up as star-noosed
tulip killers
eat a bald sea-crocus
O
when once we bid farewell to glass
then we pinch love's napes
& a seat of pinks pulls on vast
cinematics
& the wives of time sally trips
& a pelican sucketh up
flint finches
Ah

the vaults of the killed hear sluts
clamming tits in wards
& keen defecting breasts must
swallow green herons...

Ah

*
the silly suns of self-sex slam
coded lunar worlds
& the dilly guns of roped sex
lams a starry sea-curl with
ashes & nunneries
O
when once a bed of lions
dams edams
then we slot a chair in Zion's
holy shoot
O
the silly signs of self-sex ram
eager fairy thumbs
& the scissor gums of dopers
drag knives from
epileptic gunneries
...
& the swine of deaths swipes
loaded acorn-wipes
& the blue buds of eye-lights

suck grey powders....

& i will let you down when
wedded wind
polishes coal-tarred women.

*
the peasy napes of Escariot
seal Jesus under fire
o the easy quake of a parrot
speak in rat-tongues
& the eyes of rainbows tire
inside a faked bed

& the rides of the dead wire
bombs to eaten crags
& the wives seen abed fire
stone boys- Oh, straps
fasten angels around
mauled nudes & grey caps
O

the peasy napes of Escariot
seal yiddish sirens under
eager God
& the starry stars of thunder
wallop Love
& the easels of lady tundra
shaves gardens bare
ah

when once a spool of tears
tramples dun oats
then we will walk where boats
bag hissed cat-coats
..
i eat inside nudes as ropes
rock a faked heart.

*
whilst knotted, a green sward of sex
shaves a loped neck
& the stars of a river's seed decks
vaginal coastal slips
o when once a skull of birds rips
pink-veined idols
then halo-brained salt-bibles snip
naked city drains

where once a bed of fire clips
caved cunny
then a shaven sun-head will dip
rolled buds into widows
& wideners of cods hear honey
writhing inside gay windows

whilst clotted, a cold summer whip
slices a red weal
& the puces of the denned trips
under cuds where rolled heels
hammers statues to daisies...

i have seen men at change of day
dreaming of cunt-loveage
but old men are drowned by day
& coded sin has boat of clay?

the witterers of wedded grubs
sink fat pharoahs where drugs
shooteth up, up,-...

loh

*
the crowded crow of death
dips hands inside bird-beds |O
as a gun of pure wine
shoots a sweet lure, then death
drags starfire under
bagged birdy salt-thunder..

when once a pig of stools
curries saviours, then Numbers
rock a swiped car
ah these easy cures where I
learned of rural slumbers
jacks scythes with old eyes
./
& a crowded crow of sex
damages a vaginal T Rex
Oh as herpetic nuns choose deaths
then bound baiters
ignite shallow fries with
gay-green masturbators....

& a wode of Israel hears kids
praying under walled
distinctive bibled dog of grids.

I know the veins of the mauled.
i realise the drains of the
mud-messing songs of pearled
china summer...

Uh

*
a widening wool-mark summer-shrouds
pink bedded skunk parades
o a wood of dogs feeds summer-raids
& a widening prat-slave
swings, swings
.
underwatered, a bed of iron rims
ringing bell-boats
& where a dill of cries star-spins
sallied moon-winds
then a bounced bum of hymns

hires wards to mental spaced
panted sky-dimmed
grey cosmoses...

the dammy drawled dark feeds
blue dreams
o where dally dickers scream, then
we will fuck a bloody cox apple...

as the shied core stops, then
teary fruited guns may extend
catty sea cabins-..

& wihilst crying about tears, we
share a salty wound
& whilst tear-drying a moon
then we occupy grey gas.

easy eaten eyries hammer us
& a flask of evening hears us
studying after heroes....

Ah?

*
Copyright Jim Bellamy 2019.

*
the heroes of evening litter time
with blinded yoyos
o as a sea of minds drowns
salt grinded haloes
then a bed of lions must sound
liquid fingers
& where once a doll of debt
crawls like a killer
then the haunchy heads of sex
scatter stoned junkeys.

& a bud of books sun-slots
sopping wine
& a glove of rooks star-spots
sapphic swine.

these bad burned words hear
cut winter cars
& the bad rivers that sear
gloved chilled Mars
swallows a soda sphere...

o the hearses of denial dine
against starved naped wind
& blind gods end.

*
as a bell of bastards knells alike
to a shrilling tear
then a sea of masters swells alike
to an illing sphere
& a bud of iron decks a sprite
found under microphones

o a wiped wild wife whips light
o a striped child christ
drips, drips
& a dell of lips licks blue night...

I will enter under fire when
city urchins lead dogs to women?

.Ah once below a mind, fear
walloped a mongol mine - Fear
glows like a dog

O

*
i idolise old mushrooms when
i serialise a soul of gold dunes -
eyes ride
aside lies
O
i idolise old mushsooms when
i centre lies O
eyes ride
aside lies
& a sea of ashes hit the moon
..
when once a bed of faces writhes
underwater
then a bell of laces ties proctors
O
eyes ride
aside lies
& a dell of dashes drags brides
homeward, where stung nudes

STOP

*
ahhh the delis of the eaten dead
dream of Israel
ahhh the cells of the beaten dead
scream for Love's God
& where once a book of sails
sun-shrouds stars under whales
then green seas slide
inside doctored river-planets.

O when once a sea of lies rails
outside a keen world
then a star of bees must uncurl
good hair & fair eager girls
& a bun of Mars cuts cars from
raptured sister seasons.

& a bud of war scents a gun
& a sud of war
slides against the sun...

Lo

*
the prising shell-prison where
i made a hot vein
will pluck mind rivers
o a sliding shelll-mission where
i rose from the grain
shines like a captive sea-train
& eyes sunder pain
& a wide father rots under
keen cupbords where Father
sweats
. .
sweet cabins of men
raid cake-bins
o swift sliced skin rends
blithe meat-hymns
& a bed in a burr buries old men
deep down within
shaded cicadas-

the galleries of god cradle feathers
o cemeteries straddle Love
& a bash of hail
cuts space while radio hot vales
ram a moon-sail....

sweet cabins of men
raid cake-bins
ah shitted raped hens
cut eggy limbs

& a bonce in a glass glisters when
cheeses rot
away...

O

*
prises from a sex mission, we learn of
diddy hearts where Love
scatters nuked towns
o a signal sun resounds, & we learn of
dizzy darts where God
hangs around a sea of clowns
& a whipper way out West drowns
doggy waters
& a lippy grave
sunders lust with fevers.

the haloes of the hoarse shine for
wintery summers
o the cats of blue gorse cry for
frigid fingers
& a wide wife's scissors dam war
with sweeping killers..

the stars cry -
ah bruising brides
sweat
- calves
cry for cattle
hoh

ideals of heaven heed a shaven
autumn garden
ahhh

the stars die-
ah noosing hives
cut nooks
- hah

Hosed hosannas
cut eggs down

eh?

*
here, in a void, where a rose inside the rain
caresses curds with grain, killers
carry sex to a salt train
la, a void of men buries a closed sea-vein
& an eagle city
dams waves with empties
& a sun of pity
rams navels under babies
Oh.

here, in a void, when a radio swings for pain,
then the stars inside a skein
straps engines around sea-Bibles
& a bash of surgeons
knife-snaps a bed of swift headed rivals
& a bell of bodies
begs for Hades; - Oh, as a dined skyful
pokes all eyes
then we will heave a mindful
of apes & blind monkeys....

I have swept a cross aside of
a bald bed
oo ghosts flush Luds
& a latrine of shreds
snaps buttters where soapsuds
scud in a bald bath....

The gummy gauze of kid schools
clam America under keen stools
& we launch a mumma for
la rumba....?!!!

here, aside a mind, we dig for dark thought
o a bod of rind spreads lemons on bought
wroughted cigarettes
& a bonce on a beam cot-decks
hot castellas...

END.

*
this rolled clock where i made my endlessness
cures lost sops where
a city den dreams of netted air
&, lo, as a noonday week blows hair, then
endless emptiness will
rope brides with cream-filled
coded women
o
a wizard prayer
criscrosses a rude smile; & drills
don lewd dragnets
& the rose of wine
toasts kittens while hot Paris
forces fat London under sashes....

the rolled slot where i made my trendlessness
sobs a robed sock
& eyes burn down
& alms pay for messed
neon lashes?

idioms of swallows throng
homeless sexy movies.

*
SALT-SHAPED (by jim bellamy)

yes, & as for the graves under salt-tips
we must surely squander
visual vast lips
o as we dig for naves, then ashed strips
must wallop Fathers
& a bren of iron eats into spun sleep
& blown badgers die, die,
Ahhhh
& a rat takes it at the tooth
& drawled dumb sex-dudes
swagger after
moon deniers..

although the sun is shaped from wine
eyes will always
don mental dune-spines
& a rosy rill of screens rattlers under
watery wounds where closed graves
run green beds out of sundered
sallied sleeves
.
marked by fished nets, we turn for light as life
lingers within caged killer christ
O a bulge of broads stab a hot biddy
& a nickled knife-life
lays red balls to musical fire-diced
doggy dangers?

yes, we will count on vents where body-blues
bleeds blue halls to silent death
....
the swined herds of the dead fill
heaped hot whored hands
& a drill of birds must sex-kill
female laves
& a bed of trades pays for krill
& an easy salty pharoah
must rock against the heavy
O

when once a hill of lips buries
burned dulled money
then a prison hearse will ferry
dogdays unto a chipped cherry
O

the spined herds of the dead fill
dolly fjords with dicky brine
& a wallah to a girl hears a dill
dragging panties under
big lobbers of lousy slut-tundra
O.

when once red hornets hum
after shrillers & female fathers
then the dolts of a sildler
jams cats with
happy liars

as multisided seas
lock old tongues
then a dead hand's blonde box
sweeps sweat from a gay fox
as we speak to die, o, as we answer dweebs
then vased weevils will
staunch sucked bleeding with female disease:

We have entertained the city dead
uh we have winter-stained
vast vultures with jammy piss
& a bonce of iron
heaps bone
lahhhh

Loving on our own
we will scissor mod stone;
& wheat helmets will moan
under neon foam.

ssssssss
tut-tut-tut

AMEN?....

*
Copyright Jim Bellamy 2019.

*
under neon foam, cold selves telephone
bright city dials
o a star of stone rolls
up inside hot smniles
& a mental author writes like a drone

this side of bright milk, we see slush
sharpening sappers
& we rock for tiredness
& we scrape blind shoes with
razors...

the dogdayed shaken roses of day
dam daffodils
& a sea of glass spatters
vases under souled rills

Uh

*
the sunrisen fathers of the sun
shoot love's taxi
o a body under fevers hears
rotted cages cutting tears

where once kids glue ash
then stool of tears
will sock a sapping gash
O

kind riders of red rain dam
sassy mad sweet panned
droved gardens
& a wolf of raisins ram us

then we will see gay dust
drooling under fires...

ahhhh

creepy bread-wives suss
sex-cussers
& the bright moon shudders
& closed salt cabins
cascade & die.

*
the catty face of a feral sun
scatters clenched clawa
o the matted taste of a roped gun
shatters nude magazines
& as a bed of thieves
watches over minds, then trees
come into salt leaf.

when once a bod of summer has
blue handles
then a boot of hot winter
manages soft gulls
& a head of musk covers us
& we own strange dusk.

o a catty cinematic where guns
shot kid-killings
will rock against a girl- La

old cods shake as street-cars
suck sold gloom
& we are locking sex too soon.

*
a kinema of Eden suffers light
lo a cinema of midlife
lays a keen sister under old night
& a wood of glass
grapples with casks- & cities
slide down a fast moon

when once a piss of life spoons
spastic creams to eaters
then spastic screens harden Oh
eyes blind bread-dust
& a body beautiful bags
bombed city burgers...

a kinema of reason raiss code
& a tawny town
teases crows where empty roads
dress just like a clown?

urban diallers drink & old toads
vanish under fathers.

*
the fever of the livid grave hires
cremated starlings
o a sea of eyes denies cold fires
& a car of wheat
tramples sleep
& a city vineyard shapes
dizzy leaded wine-sleep
ahh

where a bed of mumma rapes
chemical wives
then a spreaded feather capes
guilty gold grapes
uh a tree of soul snaps dives
& we will die alive?

fever & oblivion summons
red hippy swings
la, an oblivious plague must
drink dolls dry- Oh, hymns

stop a green world.

*
& we will spurt saltty seed dowm
a female city cavern
la as bad hills hurt us, the sound
will rock our haven
O a bag of brass suoops where
dew-glazes
hang birds from stasis.

& our pigged hearts will sneer
o love's old colour
will sneeze down a male sphere
& we will delight in
peeing under midnight- Old Sin

staples deaf snapes to kissed
giddy body-fruit?

& we will scatter salt seed down
a breakiing pity
& we will supper fate as baby

bangs against a pram-brain.

*
lo i am in a harness at the side of the moon
& i am atoned by a lonely living-room-
as the stars swirl silently, i willl suffer
suppering men of tar
la

where a tree of arrows hurls a car
against a lunar sail
then i will hasten vales to lay Mars
& car Americana howls
ah eyes fall from frui souls

& we sup for swigs as lewd rolls
dunk buns inside edams...

lo i am in a harness at the edge of day-
as we float outside a grave
then we mussel fish with kites
& a white star dapples us as naves
cut cured navels
.
where a body angel bakes scrolls
then we will suck a lime slit- Souls
rock under cradles
& as a mission sounds candles
then we die.-

hi hi hi?

*
o i'm gonna dig these lazy horses
till they thunder out of rain
o as a babby hits weed, then
gay drivers will
ride a bride-saddle aside a hill
& a bay of kids must end
under out-of-perspective Men,

where once a field of pepper
pulls love's panties down
then we will smother a Mamma
Ah
an add-on to cancer-crown, we
tramples lips with paper...

o i'm gonna dig these crazy horses
till they sunder English grain
uh, when once an eagle hits pain
then we will chant under fir trained
dilly British tawses

& the sun will frame the moon
uh,god's gun will shoot the veins
& a leper out alone
will shaft a kidder around bone
..
eyes entertain a namnery where
old toads sleep in my hair
la as a sky of stains cuts hair
then we will climb a blue-stair
.& we will gather a reeled stoned
town of screwed pinches

- as we linger inside cut peaches
then a bowl of knives
will skin gilled pitied drives
& we will slot piss inside a
dodgy navel...

ice freezes nice
lice eat up mice
TUT-TUT-TUT..

whence Aladdin entered bobbin
then bobbin hired Paladin
~& a brine-baby has
endless eye-ash.

END...

*
oo stay near me dear baby
oh stare all year with me La,
give us a gas as cradles carve
connectors in the dark
la come with me all Sunday
lo dine & shed sweet tears

darkness where a bosom
raises balls from lover's clay
climbs inside a transcept
& models aimless lays-

a magician in a castle has
plastic crenatures
& old denying people lash
gold birthdays to hot crashed
funeral flays...

o stay near me & suffer
apples, pears & light
lo slay for me old father
ah make my children hand
haylong holidays where
families van death's heir

oh give me faces Oh
gut my prides
- give us gold
Oh
give me stasis.....

where tasters blow bells
then you & I will swell up
outside
a dizzy child
La
tut- tut-tut

END.

*
the endless farthingale of an ancient hill
sunders rills with light
io when once a penile sail cuts rolled night
then five eyes are filled
with choking cherries
& immense beers hop-hang mad christs
& the melted moon
dips a bright horizon in the rain.
Lo

a bad balded bend of men wine-stains
coded peering city trips
o a bed in mind mines after veins
& a diddy boy will sugar-snip
closed caverned blue boys
Lo

we swing against mad lucre when
dev genius sings under
loosening beating fire-thunder
Lo

the endlesss farthingale on a foolish hill
shoulders pils with striped
haloic humming northern angels
,.
we backside a bad genoa when
eaten eyefuls ransack birdy film-hens
& a bud of easter
bows where conifer winters send
instamatic sumnmer karma
where, jazzed, we rend
Liverpool's mean masque

.
oh...

*
Copyright Jim Bellamy 2019.

*
la, & a crazy winter's dream hits
snowed dust
ah, a mazy feather that rips lips
cover oven scythes under a lush
ooding body tusk
o
a vine of silver drinks naked
naked nuclear raided
rammers of blue bound dusk
o
i will ride against a side &
dolphin meters will cram sand
nights deep where
bobs break a bastard's hair
o
a babler of brakes car-cares
under whipped caravans- la
& a mean mamma uses stairs
no more...

here's to Man?

*
the laden giddy gardens found
outside space yet underground
must die out
& a bed of diddies drams doubt
& a bell of cones
colours swells with blood bones

i eat a blue rival as eaten dromes
dream of caterers
& this side of a bake bears
bonced bibles where old tears

shift...

*
We will use a bonny night ship
la, we will noose a nude tripper for
deadening ladies
o as puce newts peer under war
then a pearled anchor
will rock a rodeo under butter
..
where, once inside a mind, trash
grave-triclkles down sweet mash
then eynes rival
blown bibles- & a tree's idol
lams lampoons where tangled
teeny towellers
trucklle under writers...

we will use a bonny night ship
la, we will move a caste of clits
& we sunder magical cut tits

Ahhhh

*
the carapaces of shaved graves
digs a turtle sound
o the eaten faces of laid trades
dig a hooded towm
& a bell of ages rings a slit
..
where a wood of easter tips
petrol under fire
then we will whirl against kip
& a fawking liar
leaps a bald tongue.

the carparks of a shaven slave
drags a felled engine
& a whip of sweets cuts caged
doggy rattles
& we dance for fanned gin..

i espy a dragonfly
la i refine a puled pit of sin
& salt goddesses seem like
blue virgins.

*
vast vernin under ground glass
summons cakers from
bad city-snides
o a bell of faders flava guns
& a cot of bee-brides
cup anal lamb-llimbed
fleecy champagne - O

when once a girl of steel
sups a cracked cup, then I
will whip a dancer's weal
& a dog in a garland will ride
outside a pushed world.

& a robe of suns will deny
doomy salt deniers O, lies
will rip aside a bed of eyed
ooglers of painted sea-spies...

vast vermin under grounded
belly beakers
must trap a ball of wine
or else a mounted reaper

will cut off all theft's fathers.

*
belled under belicose dragglers, a bone bed of pity
swells up & up
o a laden female comatose cuts galleries where sluts
suck a pealed cup..
as a bull of briars bends us, then town of old mutts
swells where cold ducts
don a baby wine stain. La, a sea of cuts shuts
all real doors.

belled under bile-biddy boys, we strip a bed's butt
o a cell of tears
tracks ghosts down - Lo, the starry risen fears of
bald bases
bags a bullet bro when once aside of Loss, faces
flop inside
a dyed whorl....

i define a foxed flay's tawsing mitten - when Love
locks a billy under curls
then eager eaten missions melt for red pearls...

Ahhh.
*
viaducts of pure air drink a drainy bed of lured
body sleep
o a sun of demure hair nips a veiny head of blurred
berry beets
& we espy a hairnet where a candle of heat
must light blithed dancers..

i have smelt us... la i have suffered prancers
la, eyes will spine us - La, who answers
to a bol of bone
shan't be known until a head of sloanes groans
after dead sainted Joan...

i hear a jacob's sandal sucking a crossed stone
& we surely underpaint
sweat waterfalls when a funeraeal gait
bags bagasse in the sides of the traipsed

dicky domes of mad lithe midnight...

End?

*
oo it's just great to die back home
la as we sleep, then a dogdayed sloane
must rot life's bird
& a sanguine cooker of a sloane
rams a stoved sun where
horded herons push a spoken heart...

wide wild eynes destruct a drone
& a pill of pets
drinks grey tablets - As bods bait
sea-slammed bone
then wild fawned dromes digs taped
scissor fathers?

oo it's just so great to die back home
o it is just so good to stone
dilly clogs & female razors
/
wept from true tears, we hear
rollered rakes roaring under fear
& doles of darkness
dream of Xmas when sadness
sifts a salt heart...

when once we widow wolves
then red romantics will rule
call cauls - & a gun of mules
shoots a lost knife's
baby blonde Jesus.

./
uh

*
where once a robed room of angels
sobs inside the dark
then a slowed tomb of fathers
exorcises death from the park
o the reins of Israel lop a lady when
stoved eyes banish
cloned dicks from sex-swarmed radish
& a vault of spind wind
rams a deus where a dicky of a blind sin
trammels a dogday in the West

o where a vanished face treats sex pores
then a bench of arrows
shoots saint Sebastin down - O, under wards
we suck a hard supper
& widened woolled snackers sun-gorge
lapped laden ravens of pitched stark birds
& we will flee after rolled worms when claws
curry lemon beats with bestial street stirrers...

ah a cabined coffin in a buried mind cuts dust
down, & salt youth in a tangerine town cuts
cloned colours of gal-lubes/ O, once sweat-sluts
scutter under titty tors
then a bud of bitties war after creamed scored
pelican killers...

The doctors of a serious flower fan forged
bruised bays which drown within sweet-gnawed
diaphrahms of swelling xmas - ah, - jacked dawes
descry dripped food
la a dappler of lanterned nudes eats crap &
an icy cicada individual snacks a strap as wharves
weep for horsed gal-meat...

this side of forced feathers shoots bird-pith
uh a bonce of fevers
lams a diamond towel as sizers under lifts
locks a lotus within a case of paper-lips...

cobra cutters curve a creche & card kits
madden mods with golden knickers... Uhhh

. we glow just like a killer.

*

this siide of a hornet, we see stung sweet banners
waving at a huge dream
o a toddy top of silk rubs a rubber swung screen
& a tatty cock carries doom dolters where
huge widows weep after vaginal rude hangers
oh, a pith of pints pours a flume as dogged creams
track soft tears down

ahh a meditative dragoon in a bent town has
nine shot fingers mauling sexy gas-
& we espy a rude chiller & we cup a flask-
oo, a bead of iron bursts a Dettol street as mass
bolts a snipper
to a tie-dived manx mad stripper.

ah a stool in a memory haunts a masked room
ah a school in a family
takes a caning factory whence a pretty plume
wastes a straw-slammed memory
.oh

the lickers of loud feints crap within withered
rhematic castlers of doned sweetened rivers
& a ball of bashed roman tipplers
taste an ugly bombed bathed bined tripper...

ahhhh.

are we on the night ship?

*
Copyright Jim Bellamy 2019.

*

EYED?
*

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
..
*
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

*

janus …

At the edge of a stream where eyelids close
a sea in a number raids a rose
and the mind of a father raises the dead
o, me and men will die in bed
ssss
i am laid by lazy lions
i am wedded to Zion, and a pitted death
will smoke
and sexless God will cry and choke
and men and Love will kiss the most
Uh
Inspiring magic lands, a sea of dust
cries, and a city in Japan sees lust
crying for the grave
and native natural roses will bust
,,
Icy slaying saviours pray for crusts
massing natural leaders dream dust
and i realise lud heat
and i realise my sea of meats
and suicidal bridges trace trod sleep
,
*
at the utmost edge of love, a city in a drug
peals a kiss
at the utmost edge of God, a city inside love
peals a fist,
and sunsetting caverns cry for
hands and lips,
and a city in a twist caresses sex war
sss
A purifying angel rises from the sea
a pouting blonde cradle
raises rapiers from rocked trees, and
coded killer ladies
die die, die!
o-

A sliding sad eye espies sea and sand
a writhing sad sky defines
sex and woman
and uttering muttering dives expand
sex and chidden
archangel children
and me and God must cut damned
woven woollen
fishwives
and fawkefires feel for eyes, and
blonded blind knives land
hooked slides
and we are fathering fast hands
and suicidal brothers blame hanged
diamond
Uh-

Emptying pealing mists mask us
Emptying eating fists crash us, and
goddess goes to sea
and empires ride a sea of sleeved
sexseed
and i will scatter sex where greed
drives dreamed
dead trees
,,
END..

 

*
Grievous idiots ignite
far fires
Idiot egos will alight
fat spires
and raving raided night
ignites
hands, and tyres
burn
O

Me and madams
wire guns, and fires
rave for dams, and
eyes glow like sand
and seashores
ram rode waves, and
ears and eyes
glow glow
O

rivetting crows dam
fists
riveting sloes slam
kissed
parades
and slowed graves
ride from laid
bold biers
and plashing knaves
bind palls with
flown feet
O-
ssss
Amen to the seas
Amen to dreams
Amen Amen
,]
END

*
The dreaming side to Love has
cancer spots
The screaming side of Love has
riven dots
and eyes inside mirrors
float, and a sea inside rivers
drowns lost
driven crossed
sunsailing hills, and
docked clockhands expand#
loud loss
and shill kising inside jams
drag crossed
ladies, and a sea in a scam
sucks crisscrossed
eyes and heels
...

i am weeping for romans
i am weeping for sirens
o, i am weeping forever,
and sex and seized romans
shoot crossing christ, and
angels flee from featherd
tarred men
and i am a tar baby
and i am a large lady,
and i listen to cliffs, and
marriage will shend me
,,
coded clay killers damn
fishy blown hanged
heroes
and i am spread by Man
.
*
a sliding moon hears Man
dreaming for
bright war
a riding moon sees Man
dreaming for
bright scores, and i am
wed to night
and i am wed to life
o-

Men and massed christ
wails on a sad height
Men and massed life
wails inside midnight's
drunken crucifixion,
and a slithering light
ignites
hills
and hills hear night
raging
o-
ss

i hear your regal radio
i hear your shrilling meadow
and songs sing for
crows and shadow, and
rivers deafen land, and
god dies inside old jams
and wasps weep
o
ss
killer cliffs fail
loving hits flail, and eyes
rain rain
down down
and
a moon falls like a town
.
END

*
And i am standing here on suicide bridge
o, i am shedding tears where lud heat's ridge
raids me
and god in a glove feels for sleeved
red sleaze
and i am standing here on suicide bridge
o, i am feeding death to midnight
sss

a crazy killer in a shoal fishes for trees
ah, a baby in a sea of kisses raises bees
and jamming waspmen raid cities, and
i am standing here on suicide bridge
and i wed knives to thrillers and damned
pissed
dead drams
and i fear sex as a penis inside land
lams lady killers
ssss
.. ,sad baby, she goes West
..,. sad lady, she dons decks
and a river in a peal sees sex made
cold cold
and a city inside a soul raids
cold grey
chuffing cities
And reaming babies raid blades
and gods goes on forever
and i am here where suicide bridge
binds bells of slivers
and bald broken blinds shiver
and sucking bled brine quivers for
aladin and midnight,
and me and daughters drag wars
homeward
and lud's sucide fire hears whores
raiding bird-..

*
a prison in a flower flows
upstream
a prism in a flower flows
downstream.
and filmmen glow like crows
and sirens spurt like dreams, and a city inside snow
heals over
and cold kissing lovers
lend romance to peppers, and a hill of red crows
cry cry
O-
Me and Mary don't know why
angels jilt inside a mind, and
men and Baby breakdown, and a town of eyes
feeds fists to flava
and kissing prisoners hear sand
failed for
cells and warmed hanged
gaol
O-
Messy madams melt as Japan
raises sex from salty tied canned
tautness
and bad babies break
up up up,
sss-
emptying empires eat cold fuck,
and god has his angel's
forced fable,

*
this hissing sea of love hears men
dreaming of God
A city in a tree sees pined men
cutting dead God
and as fingers feel women, then
bad babies raid lost
miraclous sexcrossed
eyed cold Love
O

i am laid by loss -sss
i am slain by lust, and seas piss
and trees hiss
and cars weep where sex mist
raises wisped
eyeless deals
O-

where once a dog drags death
then cats will suffer death
and we search the trees of
weeping weaving wed god's
vaginal death
O-

when once bagging soap
drags baths from dope, then
whores cave in-

*
when once a city fell, then city hell
rode from hot sleep
o, when once men yelled, then city's bells
swam like rivers
and, dead, a seashore's lover
rode inside rome's mirror, and girls
grapple with the Mother
and scrolls are naked as a Lover's
cupidity.
and, o, where once ovened pearls
gave sense a salt necklace, then
death, cured,
crashes
and mindfolk melt
and wed folk meld mess with hens.
o-
and rigid rainbows suffer women
and god goes to the Moon's
naked mind
.
*
riding from sleep, a city of wheat
mows sex down
a rider in a jeep cuts rode meat
o as marrying missives crown
handsown towns
then fast stars fall in a red town's
raging witness
uh

lady loss leads lays to water
baby loss feeds days to daughers-
a sun in a seal sees slaughterers
raising pigs in the East
uh

bended, a sea in a mirror
reddens light with laughter
o, as a city fails, then rivers
rise from sleep's
dreamt countr

If you take a little ride to
sisterhood, then sky will
move sex to tears-
as paintings point, ills
thrill,

as sad things rend ills
then pealed god's kills
must rise from deepening
hands and heels
o-

breaking men hear men
whipping wet seals
and horse boys rend us
.
END

*
o as a sunrise rises from the grave, then
mad lovers use laid
rivers
o as a moonrise rises from the day, then
sad fathers use paid
mothers,
-.. as valleys fail, then a sea of brothers
dies dies
and god goes home-

*
when once paid with blood, a sea of rain
flows like God
when once paved with blood, a sea of pain
glows like Love-
oo
i am fed to piety and
i am fed to pity, and a neon hand rains
down down
oo
and ghosts glitter as moggy towns
fall,
and, like the moon, a sea of clowns
raises crawled
musical gowns
and daffs float as roses surround
eyes and lounged
blues-

*
as guttering goosemen grasp
bluebells, then rivers suck vast
sex masks
and, loathed, a town in a bath
scuds scuds
o

i build a candle as sex drugs
jammed god
and sex behaves like a dog
o
ss

mentoring madams will lug
bees, and bees will drug
oval love
o

and closing kicking trees
find oval sods
digging dead towns, and seas
suck dogs
and cats crashdown,
o
ss

drowning darlings break
down
and kisses cut sex meat,.
,
END

*
O, I hear god ride inside Love
O, I see Love rise outside god, and a hymnal in the moom
raises drugs
and drugs curl like a mind
sss
O, I see a tiedyed dreamer blow its spine
and coded killer bees fall to their knees,
and god and sex have no dear rival because
god is dead
O
.... My lady lover is a naked New Yorker
and mashed England's head
swirls
.
END

*
And i feed fans to posh hell
o i hear drams draining cells, and a city's bell
chime from sleep.
and giddy ghosts grasp sleep
and dizzy dogs trumpet meat,
oo
Me and Mother Moon entreat
gay lesbians and rainbows
sss
when once clocks burn then time reaps
prisms
and naked prisons gaol god and
numbering locked
hills and victims.

*
and dead men ride from sleep as
heavenly egits feed sky to dust, and men gas
licking cliffs as
hot hilltops burn like glass
o me and madam moon bake grass
o me and mother moon hear gas
caressing masks
and bald guises grasp graves as lust
lines ladies with fast
motorways
o ssss

Mental Mindists melt
Menstrual Mindists melt
down down
and coded closing towns will tilt
and mirrors inside sound will
raise reflections from sexkilled
Vagina-
,,
END

*
This salty summer dreams for drowned
ladies
This dirty river dreams for a town's
babies.
and city sin spins as swimmed clowns
grasp rubies
and coded killing doorkeys rend us
and eyes glow where cold dust
cuts curimg curves from cured lust
and saddening silly men drown
graveyards
O
sss
my bastardising babe hears hounds
wailing
my rivetting lay hears sex sounds
rising inside failing
sold walls
and me and bald godhead crawls for
blind ceilings,
and we must dance where veilings
vault dreams
O
sss
Emptying vineyards see snails
sliding like glass
And smokey gardens see sails
suffering old masts
and boatmen bind a sea's veiled
rigging masques
O
mmmm

END-.

*
here, in this void, suns shake along hot words
here, like a boy, drums drape men and birds,
and i am looking for the palms of a man
and i am seeing spies slice eyes as Pan
gives hot head to Aladdin
O
here, like a mind, a schizophrenic mind dams
vast theatre
and a gully in a grave buries buds in hands, o-
me and madam moon hear islands
falling
and bad blonde brains rape necks as sloes
feed gins to failing
messed minds
uh ssss
Mad men see trees teetering and rogues
hurl plums at dead spine
and coded killing kissed minds expose us
and i see the palms of a man
slapping bald high fives
..
END

*
I hear a lady leap the sea
I undertake a woman's dream, and a river made from ills will
rend sexstemming trees,
and i know death and her mirror
O ssS

mastering handheld sexbanged razors will
feed fists to gibbons
rided writhing sex cells will extend a killed
fat diamond

and i hear lady leap my sea
and eyes flow, and men and selfish need
raises rain from ribbons
and sex must skip with a ribbon, and sleaze
scatters sexseed where coded greed
gives head to liver
and me and mindless cinemas drive cars
and baddies break
down down
O sss

I will say Amen to Men
God will say Amen to hens
and saints dry out now=
...
END

*
here, inside of us, a city in a cross goes in
deep
here, outside of us, a city's loss goes in
deep,
an alternating ballets dance where sin
slides from sleep-

o me and massive madams melt sin
o me and classic reason raids spind
salt winds
and jammed horses feel for dreamed
mass mothers
and fathers jack God where hymns
sing for lovers
ssss

., I hear herons hireing hills
,. I see patrons pealing killed
versemen,
and brassic blonde men raid thrilled
ersemen
-ooo
.. A vile void dreams sleep
And magazinic spleen reaps
vagismo
and coded coda kids cut meat
and christ is our peril-.

*
O, as I fear the cuckoo, men
rend me
O, as i fear god's issue, sin
shends me,
and eyes go East-..

i am wedded to the News
i am bedded by nudes
and dust makes me feast
inside a beast
and eyes spy the cuckoo's
cuckooing lease
and me and men release
pain-.
ssss

idle fingers feel for meat
empty dreamers dream meat
and sex trumpets wine
and angels swipe swine
and faces
fall fall
.,. Uh
THE END

*
This is the end of me,
this is the death of dreams o
as dead men dam screens
then men will empty screams
and this is the end of me.
.
Eyes closedown
Lies closedown, and trees
break up
o, when once men suck
lady luck, then girls cut
hands and heels
.,,
Endless buildings shut
fear
Endless jeerings gut
tears,
and mad sin sees fear
raising sluts
,
When once blondes hear
maimed menkind
then rivers raid a mind
and weird men confine
winowiming widows, and
filmstars cry for sand
sss

This is the edge of Love
This is the sides of God,
Yeahh
I have entertained Love
but love is a dead God
and sexmen will stare
deep inside a dead stair
and budders breakup
,.,.
i stare inside the day
i scare live as yesterday
raises Arizona
and sexmen hear Sharona
riding high
and blue men pass by
hills and lithe
listening raping Noah
O

And massive mansions
melt away
and massive fountains
fade away from
hills and dying light
and we die inside light
and we go gently
homeward-.

A lantern in a word
ignites a burning bird, and
shooting sapphires dam
hands and curved
woman
and giddy teamsters ram
woman
and woman has her band
and music mans
eyes and lady lands
O-..

This is the end of Pan
This is the end of Ram
and i hear moonies slam
sex, and claws cram
bone
and stone hearts slam
sloanes
..-
i hear Etna burn
i see Peter yearn, and
cat killers see seasand
executing swans
and horns slice Japan
.O

This is the end of Man
.
*
i am fed to denial
i am led to revivals of
idiotic thieves
and i steal from Love
.ss

eyes entreat God
skies complete Love
and drugs curl up
and dogs hear cuts
slicing sluts
ss

i am icing under
shutting tundra
And i see thunder
raiding the Father
and angels reap
sundering sleep
sss

.END-

*
o, i am endeared to vain
varnish
o, i disappear where pain
vanishes
Hope.
and Gods banish me to
the sides of dope
and clowns move to
the skies of roped
hangers
sss
..
When once death moves
West, then sex will soothe
veins and rainbows
and sunrisen shows will
signal smoothes
and gods end
and God ends
and sex hears friends
dying-
..oo

*
the back of Love heals
over
the sacs of Love feel
lovers,
and i will feel fathers
and sex will seal liars
and deadly senses
reel like mothering
carcrashes
o
inside a weal, fires
rend funeral pyres
outside heels, tyres
burn live wires
and sex hears lashes
succouring ashes
o
eyes heal over when
spies see blind sin
sizing seas of spind
romantic wind, and
spines smash
o
ss
Mitching seasands
bend kissing fire hands
and ghosts glimmer
and hosts see mirrrors
crying crying,
and sex goes grey-

*
oo, i shall fear the cuckoo when
vaginal eagles suffer sin, and a sea of forced hens
clucks for
eggy war,
and perfume leaks outdoors
O
Sex will savour sand
Death will snap salt hands
and pissing pullmen must expand
dolls and wet whores
and men and Hen will live where doors
slice
closet christ
O
messy massing mindmen hear
mindists melting where salt fear
flashes
and sex and ashes see Shakepeare
feeding cashes
to hashes,
and death stops.

*
i will daub you with
dead pain
i will daub sex with
sad veins,
and selfless kisses
eat stained
hallways
and homes seem
deadening
and home seems
emptying
sss

me and dreams
rend us
men and screens
shend us
and shrill lust
hears dust
crying
and hours suss
drying
sex manes
and cats rain
down down
O

Madams
crown us and
babies bang
and self lands
hnnds
and self damns
crammed
sexclams
and eyes scram for
lidded graves
sss

I am entering whored
mountains,
and kids die now-
..
*
as men enter us, then a sea of dust will
cry for rain
as men enter lust, then a sea of loss will
weep for pain
and coded pincushions find sex ill
rended
and loaded sunrisen mind will fill
shended
seas of veined
gold mines
ah

i give head to stains
i have sex with manes, and cats thrill
and whored dogs fill
cooked egged ills,
and ghosts choke on shells
and hosts taunt blown bells, and
illing babies bounce as kids land
young fish
and perverts kill sane fists
ah

And sin will empty us
And kin will empty glass, and vases will
feed slaves to killed
rivermen
and seas shaft inside a tree of spin
Hotels,
and we will swing now,

*
old gay rivers ride for
red lovers
cold grey lovers ride for
sailed fathers,
and killers inside a war
see sex going where claws
slice mothers
and hot cold brothers
weep for scored veins
ssss
eyes must close
skies must close, and
hills will fail
sss
spies will rove
minds, and seas slow
down
and rills must row
seas of sound
and silent fury will
writhe
and sex will kill
Uh
sss
Messaging ill will
feed self to filled
caves
and caverns will
enslave
dollmen
and waxen thrills
will
shend ashmen
O
Endless cities
end where clothes
go blind
and sexy robes
grap signed
touchpapers
Uh
sss-

THE END?

*
As ashen curtains close
down, then eager windows robe
bald bedrooms
As ashen curtains cure
sound, then eager widows rove
blonde smallrooms
and curvy kissing spoons
swirl for dirty coffee, and
rosey lobes suffer sex seasand
ahh

eagling edging eggmen damn
fast fists
eating eggy deadmen ram
fierce kissed
prisonmen
and barring babies bang
pierced hands
and blonde bairns hang
seabanging harlem
oo
sss

icy fingers feel for fans
crying rivers drown canned
sexclams
and sirens live in Bedlam
and coded Bethlem stands
inside Man's
cold cutting porn land
,,-
I am endless
Sex is tameless
but death must move..

*
Where once a candle in the skin
sucks sin
then i and i must shend thinned
cute wind
o

when once a sandal in a wind
cuts sin
then i and i will rend sex hymns
and guilty gullies swim
outside
a pool of lives
o

where once a candle in a side
shends eyes
then bladed blonde brides
spend lies
and spies spiral inside wives
and sex drives
hands and eyes
o
sss

arses and cold lace
rend massive space, and cases
cry for dawn's face
....
uh

END=-

*
i hear horsemen riding
home
i hear deadmen sizing
bone
and dogs drag donkey
and gods grab money, and a sky in a stone
feeds death to
stoned
sloanes
and men and mermen melt
and sin and fishmen melt
moaned
mon
bones
and coded killer christ roams
romans
and eyes curse sight
.
END

*
and hot hurtling tears hear
salt hills
falling
and hot killing fears hear
salt ills
calling calling,
and visions of weeping sear
salty ceilings
and closed kind kids hear
tears sealing
hands and ears
o
ss

me and macadam mask
telephones
me and mad adam mask
stoned bones
and god is out alone
and sex is full of stoned
stoved loam
and hearing sex
suffers dead droned
o
ss

I am tipt by tars, and
angels chew cars, and sand
feeds loam to hanged
seasanded sexbanged
hirelings,
and sex caves in-..
.
END

*
A bad balding baby has
mad tears
A sad scalding lady has
dumb ears
and coastmen hear gas
blinding leered
sunned fear
ah

a killing clever child
hires death to wide Mass
a lilting levered sky
slides
and hot hawthorn cracks
eyes, and winds
rap rapes inside shins
and widdershins rim
topped tips
ahh
ss

I am icy
god seems empty
and angels cry for
winged centuries
and bees buzz for war
Uh

Idle idols suck moors
and vales roar
and shires cut gnawed
sex wards-
.
END

*
o, as a fazing dream raids
chemic sleep
then cold tears will raise
molten wheat,
and guilty sleep will raze
dreamt meat
o.

as fearing faces fade then
cold killed men
feed fists to chidden
chicks
and tolled sex bells end
ript
salty children
and
icy irises eat corneas
and coded grey villas
break lashes,
and killing flashes
break ashes
sss

mental prisons shiver
metal prisms quiver,
and killing caverns hear
mindmen given to
eyes and tears
and mindmen are blue
sss
O-

Outside the world, fear
leaps from a meadow
and shovelling sex tears
cry for tomorrow,
and seasands cut gear
and veins turn shallow
..
Uh
And coastal rainbows
bolt
and seizing shadows
bolt
and dead listemers see
colts cry cry
o
END

*
this side of the run
rides to sleep
this side of a gun
trumpets meat, and guilty god in his red coutry
weeps for dumb
dead hills
and a scissor in a drum must
slice sex ills
and death deals dolls to lust
o-

as halting heroes hear heroin
driving, then choking fountains raid rust
and drilling darlings drag lakes for
latent lust
ah-

i will campaign for crashed stars
i will feed pain to planet Mars
and dolting dogmen will drag scarred
heels
and giddying naked riven weals
will grasp sealed
seamen

and dolls will swell like eels
and skulls will smash like reels
and sapphic states will burn
up up
,,,.Lahh..

All the world's a plastic cup-

*
the crypts of gods
grind like dust, and a sea of love
rend dead dogs
and clambering sods slice love
and sad seamen drag god for
eyes and vein
o

as fierce fast fathers feed
lovewar
then dead masques seize
sexwar
and golden seagulls heave
death's store
and sexstores seem swollen
sss
Uh-

Menkind kiss sex kine
Girlkind kiss a deadline,
and outelbowed women mind
golden sea shine
and molten milkminds
raise tits to borne spine
and bitter bastards bind
hands and heels
..
As baking preachers slide
inside of men
then wetnursing kids glide
boneward
,.
END

*
Heartless heroes arise
endless earholes rise inside
hollowed sex lives
and guilty gardens writhe
deep down inside
o

a river on the kill sees wives
breaking brides
a mirror on the hill sees knives
raiding wives
o

and icy hedons cry for lies
and hot cold herons cut
sainted seas of shut sluts, and
eyes are pierced
and minds seem fierce
o
ss

Aching men on a hill expand
oozing sex hands
And idling rivers cut damned
oozing sex clams
and fishmen sail for paint
,, O..

THE END-

*
The illing sides of love have
nice eyes
o, the illing slides of God have
nice tides,
and tidal seasands grab
milky lives, and sex stabs
sonar signs
and coded caved men
feed fish to spined spind
fablers
o
ss

as hissing cradlers swim
sexwind
then hissing candles trim
eyed minge
and closing mirrors swim
sawn hymns
and bad beds in baths
swinge from robed hearths
and horsemen spin
boneward
and stoned hills win
O
ss

a god in a cave rims
bald tits
a sod in a nave rims
blonde clits
and lipped men pin
hands and ripped
bold bad binned
sex cliffs
ss-

Spind wind weeps for
blown tarts,

*
the blown side of Love
rends brides, and a sea of loss drugs
killig eyes,
and closing sexbrides glug
pealed tides
and all sex is feintly tidal
ahh

as wedded women wolf idols then
bald birds break
down down,
and baking birdmen raid women
ahh

a scissor in a skull
burn to death, and penile bulls
bind birth with carved
sexcars

and bended bullmen drink dolls
and waxen herods see skulls
fed to bairns
and sex is malformed as veins
crash
..ahhh
lizard men mate with mains
and radios die
out
,
*
O, when once indolent kids raise
hot fists, then
a tree of rages will suffer days
O, when once indecent pigs raise
shot vision, then
unholy screens will see women
reeling
Ah-

There is a sun in a bedside table
There is a dream inside a drum
and, laid, as city boys fall, then
cumming angels raise children
and Mars is never far from
Wholesome drivel, and sons
die die die
Uh-

END

*
o, she dropped here cardboard knickers when
carousing scissors smiled
o, she dropped here sex, and a city of women
rode to raped sleep
and, damned, a sea of meat
shoves dirt where suns don't shine
and men and child, in sleep, rape seized minds
sss
Me and mother moon retail deaths to wheat
and god is a dragnet,

*
When once a scissored fuck
falls, then walled men must suck cut
veins,
and bad blonde natives rend shut
brains,
an scolding sunrises rise for sluts
and coolers weep
and rivers reap
high seas
and i am fed to forcing cork trees
,,
END

*
this day sees menfolk sliding
homeward
this sea of mad folk are rising from
bone,
and sighing sloanes writhe as foam feels for
massed stone
and coded coda men live inside sex war
and loaded caverns cry cry
O i have studied death
O i have bled sad sky, and sweet lies
lie forvermore
and a gun inside a bed weds
magazines to cuts
and a sun inside a head sheds
salt peacocks
and, laid, lazy pickers peal cold wrecked
Babies,
,,
END
*
as eager eagles eat wide eggs then
birds of bitter prey extend
winged children
o as a neon baby bears scars then
eager eaglers rend women, and
as timed tears fall like sand, then
wicked wisdom fails
and i am shut where golden veils
find idiots killed by sailed
drinking cunts
and, closed, a tree of nails rails for
wedded worn punched
pushing pulling penile sex war
.,o-.
*END

*
And i am pinioned where the sun
falls down
I am minioned where a gun
fails, and me and a false town
will enter death
and death will suffer a nightgown
and eyes glow like sound's
baby
O -

I will penetrate a scrapt moon
eyes will perpetrate a cocoon
and sex plays dead,',
.
END

*
And the back of my head flows like
boned blood
o, a river inside a hot bed glows
and closed cunny rubs
bald flowers,
and me and God cannot kill crows
nor will sex and Love see clothes
crying for towers
o
ss

when once pigs shoot, then rogues
ride from sleep,
and crying eyelets hear lithe loaves
cracking wheat
and me and madam trumpet sleep
o
ss

As faces fall and fail
then seasand suffers waved veils
and sex caves in
side,
and we slide-

*
as lady luck leads us
West, then lithe babies in a bus
ride from lust,
and eyes lash wet dust, and
me and menkind carry sand
back home
O

a city in a yard sees hands
falling,
a faded sex car sees hands
wailing,
and forced ceilings expand
pushed islands,
and our town is dammed
by dicks and sirens
O

As faces crawl, then scams
feed carved crammed
money,
and self sees sunned shams
made from
sex and dummies
,..
END

*
And i will study how to cry
o, i will live to die, and me and an opal sky
find fingering eyes
shedding salt rocks,
ah- when once pigs oink for fear then
sowed sties stab boared clocks.
and men and salt seed scatters men
deep deep deep within
la-

porked skin is probed,
forked sin is stoved
and naked nippies nap as swilled loaves
slice up
la-

I am laced with a porking pistol
I am raised, and a baconed whistle
blows sluts
,.
END

*
..Copyright Jdb 2019..

..

The digging horses we rode from a clean mind Hereby give up thought’s weed
& the tacks of time stick needlers under Old gardens.
When once a pool of god swims for tundra Then blind excesses will
Stick blue tracts inside cold salt hills
.
& we have no pain here?
*
I nick green killers from impossible lays & I send rivers to Eden
& the slides of heaven see days Using nets to cure the poor.
When once city machines mentalise Digital heads
Then pits of bread cut pissed maws. O, as a green god ghosts a glib bed
Then mind sedges
Die.
*
When once loaves & urine shed bread crusts Then shaven shady dinners
Must lend tears to shavers & the watts of wards dig fathers of
Bread machines & god-doves Where a bended brother flips meat then
A joseph bread machine
Must rock, rock
Uh!
Caked heads burn as old rot
Sucks cruel butters.
*
The bedded boys of British rainbows Furl cakey fondlers where old crows
Crowd deaths with dolls of war, & crows Crowd horded whores
Deep down inside a shop of bows
O
There is a common mind nearby which Cans caviar under laden lips
& cleaned mons-mumblers Melt inside welshed sea-clits.
When once we wave goodbye to kids Then we lay dirt-waste to
Hot headed hole-hearted parlour cribs & the bald heads of the colour blue
Strum washed guitars.
& since we have let god glow Then we have certified clothes.
*
& since we have let a fast world to feed us & since we have left
Old birds far behind Then the locos of washed river bends dust
Deep inside our minds
O
& since we have let a lost girl fear us & since we have let cold women rust
Then we have gummed
Rocking guns with old lusts
.
Coded killer spice sees musk Riding from gold rain
& the sunrise seizes Milky deaths.
& since we have let the earth Hide us under Zion
Then ruthless taping noise Will arise from pylons
. & the daft boys in spastic specs
Suck a blind nut.
*
Blandness has served us all too well O sadness has seized us
& a son of man hereby raises hell from
Dulling fired pits
.
Sundering, a sea of dust has always Sent radios to our livid cells
& bad caged cellves Lend pissers to slum-swelled
Bald squatted homes. When once a pick of men hears dells
Draining drawled Gin from beery bells
Then I will serve us & you and I will desert us.
Bad bodies move - o,red keen ages Boom behind dyed instant images.
*
The doorway to distance hears men call Old bodies from cold halls
& the pubs of silence shimmer after
Old lobbies & eaten stalls.
When once a forced ballet hears men Crawling inside caked lovers
Then rolled bodies will see fathers
Raising rope from giddy feathers
The doorway to distance hears men fall Behind dolly drakes when
Crisscrossing babies cradle cold cauls
& a biddy on the city-rise
Rots, rots!
As we shape old winters, then old lies
Hold no shape & no moonrise.
*
O what with whoredom in the trees O what with seasoned murder bees
& what with fishmen all around, then we Must stop to fall.
The hazy kid of God goads hot leas
O, & as a pig of blood butts against Worn buds & buttered men
Then self will call
Upon naked dukes & female walls O, what with whoredom in the trees
O, what with seasoned mamma-seed & what with fishing veiny sleeves
Then we must answer
To tea-trades & easy Isis .. uh?
The slave in bed is firm. Olde faces
Flail, flail,
Fail.
*
& as we wandered into a kissed lift, then Lost elevations jammed our sea of women. O,
& the tall river towel when men Spun scary dice against a balding wall
Sent stars & Christ to forced sleep. O
When once a bullied inn falls, then halls
Will certainly duel after handled old salt-balls
& where a baby’s daddy body Bangs in a hanged hand, then
Eyes widen like the rain.
& we waded into washed cock-hard kong & we drove for vaginal song
& men harried us for
Duped spies & climatic cunt-war
ooo
*
& as we nibble on a multisided dream, we Enter into fiddles & ruin
& as we fumble after life, then swung ruins
Dance for a mitching folly; & five hot seas Strap doled angels around a cold
Swing of dates & apples
O
What with mental medicine in old kitchens & what with numbered kittens outdoors, then
Mazy men with penates miction
Pisses in a snapped stream;
& the harts of Pan suck liars from screens
& the sad outgrab
Coded colas & dreams & I have found a keen way to
Initiate bodies with a varicose eye’s nude
Snood of salts & water
.
As we shape a shaven cut for Closed pigged sea-wards
Then a bad bugging cat under scores
Paws & preens hot leeches & dulled doctors
.
O we leave behind us a lost flower Oh, we cede to rinds a sex-tower
& mimicries must mentalise
Digitalis & old Heaven.
*
Sss a kisser inside soap digs drips to sized Chiller veins
Sss O as a sweated sex loaf slices mute pain Then rodded lipped pokes suffer child wards
And the coded keen killers of the keen swarms Sink slinking fishy fingers inside
Raised dames, and, lost, loosening tree brides
Bang sauced seed where lobster-lies Leap honey and fish inside red rainbows
O, as a city horse harangues scarred brogues Then brutal bleached beauties
Bind gashes to grit-gulls, and foreign bodies
Bear bared bloods where Blonde bitches bend bairns inside stairs
And, ssss a wedded sex fern sucks loopy
Slayed sex kitchen?
O When widened summer miction heeds Halters, barns and naked tea leaves,
Then the royal blue babies of the sleeved Link painted pills to dogs, dads, and greed
Sss the caverns of the purpled penis pleads for
Vaginal clemencies But, fished from harness, holidays to wars
Whip horses and shave mules down, down,
And curled greased doilies drown a town
Ahh.
The coils of gems grind meat The soils of hens grind dreamt meat, and, o,
As daggering sealed skins Sample weed from cut bins, then soaped Downs
Delves baths with poles
-,
There is a vast city here O, here, in the past, a crazed cavy reveres
Dolls, dams, and crayons And I send my dinosaur to walls
And I wash my dimetrodon, and city palls
Punish pricked pictures
..
The ideal head has gone! The emptiness abed has gone! The idiom of neon crap has gone!
Oooo
Lotions inside false emotions Lash loss as salt blinds Ravel into dived
Blurred minds…
Ohm?...
ahhh
Wow, what with youths, nudes & cradle-vice
We must live upstairs Wow, what with veins, dudes & candle-Christs
We must live in hairs & we make up sin from skinny heirs
& we see a summer of lice Dreaming of a vaginal sea-height
^& the lords of green Hell
Hang loud tocsins from a funeral bell?
The god of chilled winter summons Ivy-bines & radio sirens
& the cods of quickened diamond Daub a dragger with alarms
& the screens of saviours harden
& the wolves of windows Shadow feral taxicabs.
Ambulant idols pray where sin Casts a crab upon
A tree of murder; O, as the sun Streams from deadened guns
Then mandarin currencies strum
Washy city guitars,
& we smoked all ruddy year & we choked on a bald tear
La
We must live in hollows &We must hear sex
break?
..
I stood against god’s jeep O, I lathered after gem-sleep
& the countries of my mind’s heapCombed a busman’s leer..
The wives of woollen dew had
Impassable rings - The widows of old stings
Cut a hairnet from Hero’s dad A time bomb had A city’s flag; & old sleep
Sent us to dreams of Islands & cabs
& the wives of the dew saw wheat Crying, crying,
Oh!?
The first fruited face we had Dappled under Dali
O the fierceness of space
Cut us
& we fell into the moon, & the sandmen of the mad Rode us unto Sunday
& the doctors of our tune
Rode a dilly space
Tut-tut-tut-tut… I espy a cold tent O I sleep out in a star
I espy a soft mint – ah, as my car Carries donuts West
Then diaries will teach the poor & dairies in a hill
Must read our wills-& starred scent
Leads us to blue water....The side of a mill has eyes O the birds in a frill
keep slides & when once mistress Aladdin
Drops a can in the rain Then we supper after Paladin
& whispering skeins Play pool with dollies
& a world at one out-grabs Daughters of teenaged brollies
Factories harvest old women.
Nunneries arrest rolled children
& odes to god’s navel
Dig steps with bestial eye-cradles.
The wags of stairs are filled &, la, the rags of prayers
Are wrapped in sylvan snares
& we swore for men
& we fed heels to hens; & moon heirs
Chauffeur Monks unto A green space where May’s shoe
Hobbles against pierced blued Bodied stasis
& a junky in a bed uses a metal bin
& the pigs of aces Grunt for spunk!!!!
Get off your horse & Drink your milks
Get off for the force & drink hot silks?- Millers weep for fire when spun wind
Swirls, swirls Get off your horse &
Drink your stilts
Get off- Lo- cum let reflection Dazzle prunes with sands
Lo hear now a cocking horse Swelled up by the juices of the city
Oo give a good hand To the gal on the piano
Ohh.
Let wisdom suck yon island?!!!
.
A wizardry of widows weds the body & the body bountiful listens to diddy
& a mean green mummy body Drives a sitar
Under churches, where ova under tar
Sink fish beneath Stinking crocus cigars.
Aqueous beauty paces O old viscous ladies peer from laces
& blind blondies Brag for mirrors…
We awoke with a mean start Then fell into the rain & the rest sucks
a jam tart. Uh ho ah ho ha Uh ho ah ha ha......
A-men!
Life that plods from home appears aglow with rain And a giddy life cries for
Slumbering heat and hired war….
As a tall mean sea topples, then burials under pain Guides glitter outside
Sweet gables and soft writhe Law.
O a baby’s liquid age summons
Thunderheads.
*
O these threatened furled city forests fling guns where An ignorant flamed father
Encases slain scissors with suns and mothered air And the star-lit heavy seas
Hurl spheres from old lovers.
A movement, a skirl, slips a washed river as prayer Topples into sound.
*
As we teeter at a mine-head, then we realise coked air O, as a miner in a soft bed
Whimpers, then a town of inside drifted pitted lead
Lams coaled lichen.
A space where Pan met a digger’s meat, then music Enlivened bairns with fallowed debs
And, sundering by, a crib of dark shafts hears
Coded miner-men melting after
An idolised pit-quiver..
Odes to old galleries dig the North as fuelled sisters Travel Down down down
Underground, where elves unravel
Into faced blood.
*
And these are the sad lands where we made our urban fortune And here, as a bad lad dams air
Then an urban sea of hair
Cuts scissors from cartoons. The roaches of the spared
Clad ants inside blithe
Lasered sun, a
And a sliding father to red lies
Tells a tom-tale-tit for libelling nude slandering
Farmed broad-browed dives.
Bound in vine-leaved loveliness Sun-clad children chastise cunts with cloaks and grime
And a green cat creates
Canine kittens.
*
As yelling loud leas rip sin-clad children, then insane fakes Swell up for
Gaughan and Vincent
And, today, where a tearing bird cuts giddy winged lakes
Then a blithe bodice of sex-wars
Widen blonde beer, and, o,
Undersided by yo-yo, a bladed bomb of brakes
Hits bonnets as radiators
Glance vans from fiery hopped scents
.
When stone-encased bible bods preach a lone Thespian of bird
Then massive moulinex mouths blended nerves
With bodices and farthing-foams.
Bibbers found within gaped ginners guzzle old
Slapped cars and blue feathers.
*
As we peer from gentle eyes, we will come to know The slamming wife of lies
And the copious career of minds will come to blow
Five mongoloid massed bird-blinds
O
As we peep out of idiot waters, then we will show Five winds and one billion brogues
And bodying beer-hammered winey ditty crows
Must time-bomb fats and loaves
O
A hotel and a mean lover appear to sun-craze us And the bolted braves of combed cunt-rust cuts
Tar-jaunted jostlers of bridges
And then endless vermilion ramped sluts
Of all heavenly dumb dropped infant scarred
Salty sealed muck…
Just as when the son of Puck juiced up Then books of dung prove cocks under caps
Demonstrate that sex is a load of crap?
*
Dead dives we utilised when ashen ravines Leant on self and died
Have now vanished into machines, and a son of spies Verges deeply down to star-flaunted latrines
Where gulping wax-rides mount pinched pockets
With bums.
This intimate side of roots cuts samphire from
Loaned lifeless pity-puns
And blithe grimed gaoled galoshes suffer stunned
Bad bones and gum.
A sudden smoothed reel of radium will her Golden grapes and groped
Wood-riven starlings, and here and now, words
Stop, just like
An overladen dream.
*
When once we offered up nine fingers, then We wantonly suffered blind touch
as a meddled opened lovers blow crowed fuck
then
witnesses to ashtrays smoke cartel sea-struck
imploded musk.
For better and enhearsed, we dolly after draggling Dog messes and city lusts
And the ivories of oaken dollies must insist
That nylon kneaded breaded lisps
Lick a yeasty tongue from card bully-bits.
When first we offered us a car of creative writs Then a mad yet mild clitoris
Supped saline debts where sugary scattered men
Staunched swaggered bleeding
And the blue holidays of a keen wild harness
Cuts golfs from guilty chidden
Green gardy gilled gashed carved cat-piss.
Oh
*
Mean sand matrixes of girls and sunflowers Move inside blued stone
And sandy hissed closed worlds
Suck a lonely bitten bird from caged lost pearls
O
As the wives of one billion cars career after Blood-concertinas, then a hoard of fathers
Must jack malt rain as
Bad buddies study how to purely murder
Jointed limbed labia…
Before us, bladdering rocky popsongs Run ragged within sweet spies and lost guns
And vapid sprung sin
Teems a towed towel underneath us, and
Loaded drums hang huge floats where
Christ and judas listen to the air.
*
And I may well still hear a confined space where
You and I fell down love’s stair And I might well have to fear
World-warming wives who hiss inside god’s ear.
Too much mad life has been lived under Venomous city gossamer
All too many Christs have seen spun thunder
Spin, and
Old crabbed books of romantic spoiled Disingenuous spirit, and ghosts inside crammed
Gaoled cells
Lend fast tears to female land.
And, o, the prized prisoner of sin unloads us
And, ah, the lithe issuer of old skin sees dust
Drooling down the day.
Amen?
*
Hundreds of empty tears miraculously measure
Pied piggies
And, under a telepathic veil, as don of pleasure
Fills a good mind with schizophrenic bodies.
A witch’s brew melodiously jives for rivers
And, o, when once a reed of fire hears mirrors
Then shaven sodded summers
Fill a good head with Numbers.
As naked noiselessness wanes into fluids, then
Pushed diamond pussies
Are pulled from formless city cod and women
Rope peace with budded flash buddies?
Tata says the remedy whilst a keen family
Huddles within cherry hairs and paedophiles.
*
Hymens may well blow down where a town of graves
Dance for pluggy ranked naves
And, o, as Alonso de Saville dreams for old lays
Then Oscar the Wild widens away from
Dobby dollar guns.
Zillions of eyes eat into a fixing vale of days
And, ah, when one thousand Italian dog-graves
Gravel after the Mudarra of mad men shoot gums
Then wooded heels will
Sodomise Ma Mary’s cured crossed god-gill.
Is it perhaps the sudden moistening of eyes
That leads us to veins and babies?
*
And Spanish women swing-
Dancing while swaying, smoky smooched
Men and sin
Rock like a hanged gun.
Billions of eyes drag dope from brigs
And, o, where Italian children
Delve God, then
Rock raises cobs and silly seasons.
Whatever the songs of the dead
We will cut easy lays from sea-heads
And, sundering by,
Hooked nuclei jam sky,
*
Shouted from a cock, a terrible treed timeless clock
Spines aside timed graves
O a silent listlessness transforms sounds into ashes
And, laden with lays, a bogging bed of eye-flashes
Fill form with cow-caged lost rock.
Liquid hands tap on an amputated roof. Old days
Dream of languid fear. Cold naves burn beer
And the noose of Love enters voles into blue tears.
The kiss of sexy magic enhearses whored hashes
And the De Mudarra of a chapped church
Tramples deaths into soul. O, a beard of hurt
Prays for meat
And eyelids sunder sleep.
*
When once hissing magics cast conjuring gloom
A hat in a dove
Delves dogged clothed assisted magicked doom
And, o, we spiral down where a town of God
Cuts illusive death.
Under the wrenched silence of a tamed Love
A daubed sea cuts rods from tricked Loves
And, ah, a Vecchio of fastness sees blue drugs
Drawing dirt from leprous depths.
Liquid thumbs sink faces deep down death’s
Dolly side
And the Son of Pan sirens after dragging lies
..
A license of ridges raps on cunt as old wives
Stopper sex and knowing.
*
As a sex-farmed sea of arable oracles
Lend salt-charms to rocking tables
Then a laden star of arms shoots closed gables
O
Billions of eyes melodiously burn for
Cats and sin, and loud seas of war
Cut a shouldered lung
And a hyper-heel hears old claws
Crying for father…
And we may hear, nay, leer
Deeply down in a fast blue tear
And we may fear, nay, disappear
…
*O, i am whoring death now and eyes eat eagles as birds suck sand and
I am warring wading woman made from
soft charred cunts and
Lovers lead Lesbians into a salty span
Oh-.Fleshy felines feed familial females and skies spit twinned ties and males
meld milky maps with veins and veils
Ah-.
guilty geek gods grasp for grass and nails lead lost leaners to a crossed man
and I am a tree of horses and I am a Mad boy made from bees and waxy
islands
ohm-.
I kiss ice cold as tongues taste men.
.
*
Eyes told on you and your mamma when a golden blinded summer fed death to men and
i kiss a tree of cold as tongues taste sand
oo-.when once a sea of saviours feeds on Man
then, delving, a lea of lovers feeds Man
And god is dud and his son a mad man
AHH-.
Dirty boys in suet urine eat cud and sand falls where eyes of deserts growl with sand
and I am a breathing brother to god's land
OHM-.
old rivers rain from raping roses and I am a cutted cunt and I am a tree of sand
And gods are cast from caves as men land
Facedown in a tree of a green eyed island oo-
aHH-.
i am a flamed god and god is my sex sand
Oh-.
*
O, I am a sad sodden boy and I am A dud boy who eats veins from sand
o-.
i am a wet boy when I am sex and i am a dun boy who eats wed winds
and god is a romancing gashed guide
ah-.
Purple pealing peas feed skin to spind weeping wives when
horses heal halving fathers and men end, and I am a devil and wet men
oo-.
Gals taught me about the sun and I am a scattering sea of dumbs and
Mojo peals my prick as angels land
facedown in a tree of ghosts and Man
Ohm-.
Lady love is a losing lover and I am exited when rivers kiss my sky
AHH-.
*
And glad youth is torn away from bad sex as veins feed death to a hot gun and
lady sadie lover is a lousy loosing river and
I am a fled god and my god eats a cradle and
glad youth is torn away from cots as
cunny sees sex rise from raided vacant lots, and veins veer West as rivers are
closed in a sea of sexy sense and a star
o-.
I am in love with the crocodile and a cradling cussing car kisses shebirds and
I am a welling wound and sex is wed sand
Ah-. I smell fruits in flavours as farms end.
*
I eat hot wed weeping female flesh and gods feed on wetting sexy fishmen and
i smell strange fruits and my farm is sand
ah-.when once a caged moon eats a sun then man will feed on veins and islands and
i eat hot wed woman's flesh and
eyes eat eating skulls as eggs eat sand
castlers, and I am wet tree and I am sand
o-.
Shapeless formless gulls eat a sea of scams and I am a bled bearded seawind and crams
kiss a crying crawling cold as veins eat man
and god is a superman and man is a bad hand,
And furious firewinds kill a candle as sex dams dirt and I piss when chimneys eat sex
AHH-.
Gilt girls cry for sex as lovers eat T Rex
..
*
As hot whored widowers kiss a wiped cunt then, wailing in four seas, a tree of sex eats a
cold crawling coast where veins hear rats and
gilt girls glide for sex as rapists feed T Rex
and gods are space farmers and veins are sex
o-.
shapeless formless females feed gals with teetering topping teasy teens and I am with a
viney veining field where grass smokes kids
ah-.A cold sun is closed in kiddies as men end a
torn skull and bones bleed into men and sex
ends, and I am a wet wife and I am dun sex
oo-.
Crawling cavemen kill caves as men mitch and I am a capsizing sea of stoned selfsex
and I am a mad mad made from spaced sex
Ahh-.Gilt gods grasp grass as gullers eat minds
..
*
O, I eat pips from pissing pears and i am fruit familiar flame and men eat meteors and
golden gods kiss a sea of smashed sand
ohhh-.crawling cavemen kiss caves as stoned men
itch with spoiling clouds and seas eat cruel men
ahhh-.Faces float downstream as cut guns eat sin and I am a firewind and my eyes are sexy sin
Ohm-.
When once a candy castle floats from sin then, dressed in drags, treetop eats green
smashing swelled men and I am a hot scream
oh-.gods grasp grapes from freights and a dream
drags dolphins for dripped devilers and I am a tree of germolene and I am cut sand
OO-.
Ashes eat burned wars and I have a hot hand Ahh-.
Ohh-.Goldy goddies greet grassy gulls and I eat Man
o-aH-.i am thrilled with killers and i am deadened.
,,
?
*
Veins pluck penises and I am torn from a sex speeding hearing spoon and I am
wed to vile vented vampires and
I am filled with killers and god is a tree of mad sando-.
gods grasp grapes from freight and sense eats Man
and I live for a burnt and guns eat gulls and
Veins pluck penises and I am torn from a sexy voiding maw where sex ends
aHH-.
Guilty goddesses greet gulled grinded men as sex sleeps for drugged thought and sex scars
skylit lovers and the vines of soft sex hears Mars then, gone away, a leaf of losing lovers eats cars
,,
When once a meadow moves then fields farm forcing frames when child woman eats hot calmed
seas, and seas are raised from rotting rain and
I am a torn god and I am web of wept hands and
gliding ghosts kiss grass as countries eat England
oo-.
Ghouls are shot from the skull as bonemen end, and gashing graveyards kiss a stoneman
AHH-.
O-.
End..
*
kissing men feed gulls to glades and eyes eat soft guns as graves eat blades and
i am a fat weezel made hot with cavy cats and god is my Buddha and I am a sea of
losing leaming ladies and woman is mine
o-.
ghosts are cut from skulls as bonemen cross veins with crossing cries and ghosts are lost
Ahh-.
A miracle in a sun sends sex to solved loss and I am a happy hipster and I am a Cross
OO-.
When once a rabbit told me about a lost and lousy flusey Christ then my star
ended, and crying wolverines drive a car home, and grass is gassed as cars eat Mars
And I am a golden grave and I am the stars
Ohm-.
happy smashing steeples suck a sex vase
Ahh-.
Israel is a perfect void made from a glass
Ehh?
Ends..
..
*
O, I am a tree of mad men and sex falls into
cut whored seasas smacked men kiss a tree of blind brained smooths
and eyes eat the Thames when
mad boys bob from blenched screams and sex is a sea of wed nudes
ah-.
happy hipsters whoring worlds weep for dreams as slept sin moves
back home, and I am a gulled gawped fish and seamen sip my mood
and I am a dell of deep dead death and my eyes eat a sea of grooving
games and games feed gals to gulls as
veins veer West, and God is a smothering soapsud and men eat smooths
oH-,.
fey girls in a goosing wood feed cats to fat cranes as cut swallows ride
forcing fixing skies
and i must go to shut the suns of love or else find fear run me
When once a sea sucks water then
sliding seashores fall into a spind
wind, and fathers swim a sea's sins.
Leaping laughing seas end in sin.
*
Gilled kissing seas hiss and eyes are tides torn from castles and
leaping laughing rivers eat sailed stoned cut hot men and
i feed on a wet drowned child and
gods are my angled idiot angels
ah-.
when once a sea sucks water then skies slide into spying weeping men
and sinners seize a listening Thames
o-.
J Christ is a leper in a loud field and gods are gulls made guilty as men
and i am a wedded wolf made from
cold cut women and I feed on
a foaming foetus where rivers run home, home, home, home
Ohm-.
Riding dipping dampening rivers ride a raided storm and life listens
..
*
Gold penises shoot spunk in the moon and
golden graced vaginas shoot sweet sex religions when
man ate superman
and i am a hording viper whose sex slides and slithers when
dirty doorways open up a wet crack in a candle
and golden gaoling willies wed wives to four fast winds,
and I feed a gateway to a sea of spermed flowers and sex
winds away where adders slither off into
cunts, and the dampening dollies who feed veins to blurred
blue filmic forcing farms mete salty ships to cut curves
Oh-.
guilty ghostly seagulls eat a dryad from a dried wet sand
and i am a gilling grappling geizer trapped in a red sand
Ah-.
from out a seam of sleaze, a mad man feeds an island
and goddesses gleam with slease as mad kids kiss a
rotted deserted cut land where skinned up lasers feel for
Lions, and a sleeping snarling saviour sucks on weed
AHH-.
I sit in sleep as the stains of the dead soak into seed
and poking petrols piss gas as paraffin shoots soft seedy
ramming graves and hot cut hearts hit hot molds and I am
shed inside pled naves when churches kiss a praying man
OO-.
I fall into sleep as the sun wees in a  hot shut dream
..
*
A cut hot sun is opened when skies sail stars downstream and rivers run where men
kiss a glassy sky
and a hot wet vein spills from the stars when
??!!!!
**
...

Copyright JDB 2018.

....

while curdled by men, a scissor of a titty sister
crow-feeds drams to killers
o a smiler under hens grimaces where rizlas
set alight to poncho phlegms
and a throat of rice
pays for breathing christs
and a bone of spittles raises radio life from
digital steroes
ah ahh
whilst curdlers cry, then curlews ride rivers
underneath massive scars
..
the idioms of a rapist ruminatise upon lovers
the wine stoned head of a racist
rams evil lies inside red crows
and the hearses of the dead
cremate dogs with mammaries
ahh

we have lined sweet pockets with red rum
we have spun meat rockets,
and a sun at midnight shines, shines
and a gun at half-light grinds, grinds
down, down
way deep down
where a mystic clown chances minds
..
while curled by hens, a scissor sister moves
against blind skies where nudes
grow inside body-marsh,

*
the coded coridoors which cut cunny from
blenched blorted honey
has to sink a gut inside a float
o coded river-wards cut sonny jim from
bleached colted babby
and a cot of pure glass
raises thumbs from nets - Oh, old guns
shoot blue glaziers, and a sea of oats
burns soiled soaps
ahh
as we ride to sleep then we use coats
to enclose sin in mental rain
as we rise from sleep then we use pain
to sodomise tillers with red gain
ahh
this time of midnight, where grey grain
serves a sex-porridge to a bald brain
summons bran of britain
and we liven loss with sex mittens
and we raid the Cross
and the Cross is seeping under kittens
ahh
a lover of dyed dudes lops red kitchens
a father of dried nudes
buys healthfoods all ruddy year,
and we tease ovens with oaties
and we ease a penis in a slim tear
..
silence serenades us as we pattern
blondies with cold wintry sex-fountains.

..
*
the soilers of a sad soul spoil the old sun
the moilers of a mad soul
cut grey stools with two handed drums
and we arise from jeeps
and we chew upon wheaties
o where a bald bunny breaksdown,
o where a dulled buddy shakes sound
then a livid town of victimnals
has to build up bracelets from a city
..
once a day, christ takes his tablets
once a night, christ listens to the moon
once a year, christs chews upon a magnet,
and the son of men
raises ropes from bitumen
and a dog of birds
appears as mad as curves
..
the soilers of a sad soul spoil the rollers
and a bed of nostrils
causes sleepers to fall from sofas
and we drink to Dolly
and we used a shrink
ah a builder of bodies drinks to Molly
and we must sunder
all silver hills
.
once a day, mice go abroad forever
once a night, rats rap upon a feather
Because we are trained
Because we are drained
we will surely curl up soon and
mind fever freezes female brigands

*
the teetering anal stink of a pushing heart
slams a record drinker
deep down, down
o, a shivering camal kink
scries for female oil
and, la, as bone of oil links kinkies with
old penis-arms
and a bed of bikes travels near a a kid
and death has no leader?

once where eyes turned up, we saw pigs
spilling retro swills into a corpse of figs
and we know the trainyards
and we know the meadows
o, once where spies died, we hissed for
blue birds whose shadow
cast crabs across the land
..
the teetering anal stink of a crashing heart
slams a drunken fever
and we spy the blue rain
and we ride a dasiy chain
and, uh, a trike of glass rides upon dark
turbaned mumma
.
i have crossed my eyes
i have jammed a tree of lies
oh oh,

where a pig-litter cuts cane,
we have to cry then live again
..
the mad men who wrote the first Bible
here now burn up and become disabled.
//
lol

*
the fatteners of a creamy fix
cook dinners from dummy bays
the scatterers of a dreamy trip has crow-eyes
crying, crying,
and a bird in flying freezes
and a girl in dying freezes
, oh, an oven-burn will heap skinners when
darling rifles shoot nieces

when i eyed my dead son, i knew that men
would come back home to stun
a deadener of sons and lovers
o a sky of lungs
pants for piss as a latrine on the run
has to vandalise an opened loo
..
and a fattener of a scratchy pig-gun
sees cattlers shooting from a red sun
and eyes will always show
the backs of chopped hands, and crows
caw at the vast..

when once a house of iron tree-blows
an accindental city-rose
we must summon dirt from a robed
dolly kiss

*
as a cornice in a hot sky arises from old ash
a vamping sweet piano
serenades the music's flower
o a harness in a soft sky
plays easy nothings for rolling cat's eyes
and a road of masques
close a naked cut mast
o swathed ships sail against a blind mind
o raised mind-trips wail
and a lea of casts snaps a leg in a vale
..
a lady of the half-light parks her tits
right down beneath
sharpeners of rats and bastard heaths
and a ship of sex
drinks pure water
ah

as a cornice in a shot tide arises from mash
a cunted female organ
prides upon a harpie of vaginal trash,
and a bench of gorgons
cries and cries and cries
ah..

a limping dicker has to yield
both a penis on the left and a penis on the right
...
eaters of egyptians stride upon rites
and a kitchen smell
leads cafes to hell
..and men hear Bow Bells

*
the suppers and knives of a moon shine upon
bled kidders of curves and guns
o we suffer cries
o we muffle tides
and a crowing hill caws aside green gums
and a feeling rill
abuses men with star-life
,
these shadowed words widen words for
whiteners of the buzzy gallows
these bruised barrows which suck apples
lead a market-place under
grey fruit-pillows
and a sun of dumbed willows
sweep sins from gay monkeys
..
the suppers and knives of a moon shine upon
easy eaters of happy hummed
singers of salt-sex and five seasoned
vast vases of shattered roe.
..
emptiness bleeds like a pear
endlessness seethes in midair
and a block of flats nearby will sun-share
codicils of dark and white
..
*
eaters of female mermen fish for dirty water
easters marry fissure men,
and the turning rills of children
have to heap a classroom under women
and women teach like God
and children speak like God
and we loved to love blue senses but life
has gone entirely mad now
..
once we listen to a radio
once we kiss a ragged stereo
as we hiss,
we must grave-fish for cremations
ah

eaters of female mermen fish for filthy water
reapers eat death's germ
and we use a germy hand to cause germs
to widen a cunt with ill sperm
,,
the cuttlers of sex-cuticles ramp a fern
down, down when crowns
are scattered across mile-high sea-perm
..
the shadowers are hear
the razors of a seasand rear
a doctored kid from an urbane career
and we wil cunt everything up
..
declining fluey sin has to spin shut
all daughters and all sons.
..
we heap oven-burners
we leap up and up
we sweep crabs from dizzy groaners
and Ides of self
will curse a star with Elf
..
Uh

*
as for a woman in a falling cliff
may we always be so thankful
that lovely laden female kind
heeds sprawled death
and i am eyed by a gold mind
and whippy kelpies snack upon
easy dives and sex-deaths
o

a slammer of souls hears drums
banging for an old-time soul,
and the rhythms of a coded sun
clasp star-soda in both hands
o

as for a woman in a fallen lift
may we always be charmed about
the elevators of a female soul;
and sides seem lovely
and wives seem ugly enough to
warp weepers with family
o

..as slain boys fail, lessons move
heated sleep into glues
as slain kids flail
a ripener of India sticks shoes
to tangrines and pepper
and sense is on the thrilled move
o

as for a woman, why not season
cayenne with balded sauce
as for a child, why not season
curryers of combs with treason
and why not pay a prize
for laying down in radio Africa
o

instamatic tools lay dusters for
pidddlers of hot loud cleaning. Wars
sweep crust away from killings. Herbs
mix potatoes into flour
and an eaten jive
jams the dancer's cries
o

a bosom of a gallery breaksdown
a picture of pure purple thefts
and a fraud in Space
forges paints with de Human Race
and, uh, uh,

a bath appears alive
uh, uh, a driven saviour of a face
strokes puppy christs,
and we realise that animal space
means goddamn everything
o

rude biddy bakers bang a bone
lewd money-shakers
abuse a female's dog-and-bone.
and we cried as we lied
and we tried as a sex-guide

stoppers gins and zimmers.
....
-parchmental phoenixes stone
bound lady crones
./.
END

*
oo i sink my toweling tongue inside
a village of big dark trains
and i suck on a dammed tulip
and i arise with the rapes of Lies
oo i sink my numberless sea-wives
deep down
and a slaying brawl of birds rides
directly upon a gay thrill-ride
and we have to sign
across the fables of a crooked mind
and we have to point
gesticulators at a dove-tail joint
oo the rabbiters of loud mien grind
dolly wheat down to flour
and we jump the fats and the flour
.uuh uh ahah..

the doctors on dripped cliffs shower
serpent dusts with
angelic musk, and we jam a flower
and we don a dog's kid
Because there are rats in towers
Because my garden has no lip
i must raise a razor from a snipped
baby bird..
..
rippers of the city's tarred ebb
head to the coast
snippers of the citys carved head
swill down brass dopes
and we pay for rope
and we loosen coins with white lead
..
oo i sink my towelling tongue inside
laden forced lungs
oo i slink for a howling sea-guide
la la la
me and motorways are using stars
with nine keen hands when
one billion summer limbs extend
rubber ruins when
sad salty suckers of funeral fens
strap a gourde around an angel's
pretty winged horse
..
bakers of buttermen nick a drip
shakers of flutter men snip a lipped
bayed body of meat-mowers
and i held my face to a gold runnel
o because death sallies my blowers
o because breath bags a tree-power
i have to cum like a cunt in a stripped
candle-crypt
..
i deal a poker-heart
i listen to the dark
i kiss a cousin-mark; and bled bits
brawl at a fascinating bit
and we roam after canvas darts
..
la la la
uh uh uh

robots of men have displaced us
oh, deep false men
have replaced us
..tut tut tu
we realise mad robots of Du
la la la
huh huh haahh

THE END..

*
Copyright Jim Bellamy 2019

.

 

 

 

*
o where wards under cupboards dream
then a locus of mad men will
suck a schizoid nut
o where birds of tundra snap a screen
then a crocus of sad men will
suck a mental slut

& the beds of midnight nip a cut
copped green where a chippy gut
suppers for billy mental ashes...

i espy a dolly where an faction
fills an anal billy with
coca-cola & lemonade widths
& eyes ride a silent ginny kick
..
o where wards under cupboards scream
then a bowl of lashes
must lead a silence of titty clashes
due West, when a tree of tashes
trash rolled knicks?

trendlesss bover bloaters brag for
dons of dirty mind-whores
& where eyes delve for a circus
then carnival Lords
must cry, cry, cry
Oh...

once upon this mind, mad mikes
go dead as words.

*
a house as mad as words has
fallen into high seas
o & a bird of lads seems gassed
by doctoring hot bees

a dogdazed draggler of hasps
has come back home to
slice a body down?

where a hearsed hisser moves
kiddy tears to life
then salt-headed sea christs
delve a mule for towns...

the dashboards of denial
try a death with jury birds
Uh?

once below a time, nerves
sperm-knotted diers with
a house as bad as birds
. ...
we swing against cribs
& men answer to squibbed
bones & ashes.

END?

*
o here and now when once before
we open up a naked door
then sirens made from sugars willl
dig the sex of a delved hill
& a bone of glass must cut swards
outside a bird-limed castle..

as a shelf of dusts drop, then mice
must cover dells inside ice
o a piddler salt-swells where christs
trickle down a pieced old Light.

here, where boats flit, we have
car-shaped a starry fit from cabs
& we are will-know to salt crabs
o we shed a petal on a ground
dilly coffee sea where cut crags
cry, cry...

o here and now where once before
we opened us a statue's claw
then Osiris made efts from whored
cherry dusters....

naped escariots turn from riders
,jacking salved chaired men
wrap a gun about a deck. Oh
we are led to sonny jim as sex
teems with stasis...

END?

*
\ Copyright Jim Bellamy 2019.

*
a bitumen of boys brags for gloom
o a sky of sea-toys
drown in the afternoo; & old joys
swing for kittens..

once upon sometime, blue moon
operated on an empty heart
& a swollen summer scan marks
all bnright devils?

a cup of snot toasts us as parks
fall to sleep.

*
a slammer of a mind melts like
sweet pain
o a scanner of all time bites
sheet reins
& we ride a fabric horse
where rolled lions shit.

once upon a mind, egg light
lams a bed of lips-
sunny dragglers
burn under night

Oh

*
a city of bible-men have come home to preach
about saved boys
& i widen up for God & i pray as deaths teach
the gunning circus of a blue spy

a bad bod of blood sun-stabs a ball of wives
& a bolt of rain
snaps, snaps..

a victim of a bad hymn swings for a priest
& a church of iron
wraps a nave inside gold leaf

Eyes under Eyes willl stop prayer now?

*
the sea-lined lea of loss
lops a doted floss, o, as a hot cross
snaps light
then the sea-lined seed of loss
laps a danger-wyns when
woollen women came
deeply inside.

once upon force winds, lies
locks a father in a drink
&, lo, a doctor on the brink
uses faked medicines?

& sea-lined leaves suss loss
& stars will out-grab.

*
local lotuses jeer at the gemmed
cases of father-pearls
oh as faces split, then old worlds
will wash shit gills
& a fish in a bed swims when
wishes for sea-fire cuts linen.

a dyed deck of dives see hills
dropping into pyres
o a head of hips hacks fires
& we jack jammers whence
golden body boys
bounce aside the gymn...

& local lenses peer inside henned
heroic pussy
& we will hear
vagrants & no family.

*
the weeping dutchy cap we will own
must sink a penile fart
o a sleeping dark cat we will own
must stink like a heart
& as wedded beards burn, then
rocket cradlers must
suck a nut.

oh a week of wine weeps for bone
uh a creek of times
washes men down. As a stone has
herded fingers
then golden gigs must hear gas
sliding down around a town?

the weeping dutchy snack we own
must cut a royal slut
& a bed of lions hardens...
ooo
we sweat for sluts.

*
keen cardigans will adorn a coat-walk
o mean brethrens will sun-storm
bad babies
& a local bird sings for rubies &
a green thorn raises eaten drams
/
once inside a vine, we drank sand
o once aside a mind, we shrank
deeply down where a cake-walk
whipped a body?

eyes under eyes blind a buddy
/skies under vibes
sing for six-hands
& a bed of light dreams for tides
& old tramblers
stride whilst oaths break.

keen cardigans will adorn a hill
& men are not successful.

*
we will surely knot god's fingers with
salty pepper
la will will surely spot a hisser with
flown paper
& a carapace & a cochineal will
rap for Mamma.

the eaten exothermy of hot rain
has a killer's complicity
& a bed of deaths dreams pain

we will surely knot god's features
with technical sylvan screens
& dolls shit on wax?

& a bell of glass knells Father
& a cell in the past hears Mother
..
endless sirens sing for wrecked
body bones.

*

thatched up with wine, a hissing murder in the dark
licks a sun from a mind
o dragged by silver, a hissing murder in the park
hits a gun from a wynd
o once upon a cunt, i heard a flag of sex mark
dog-marching idiot heralds.

& a blind if winter traps asexy light & times
sea-bomb bizaree Dettol
.
thatched up with swine, a pissing piggy in the park
laps a gun from a mined
neon factory
& we say Farewell to a wynd as red buddies
shoot the shite fantastic?

oh- a shed of slaves slacken strung necks
oh- a head of knaves hardens roped necks
.....
we smell of road-signs. A driver of cards
sorts blood metal
- we suck a toad-timed robed trestle
& eyes under eyes hit out at mental
boy-brains gone home for leave.

hacked up by rhyme, we use a fast gymn
& loppimg cartwheel maidens shove fins
against a pissing hymn..

END.

*
amen?

oh we sing for screwed sapphires when
bled tulips are dressed in mercury
oh we swing for naked fires when mien
shits on a christener's blesssed body,
& we swirl armpits imto edam waters
& we watch god dress his jams with
angelled river-lard.

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

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

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

what with some kind knickers cut overhead,
sweet mice collonise a pollen's bread
& a sea of teats feeds a raven'd head
o utmost fatherings thread
hot cake with thrushes &

what with whored pincers underneath
pursed telephones, ~& what with sleep
gardening cell-drones with loud wheat,-
we must hear a brawl of days shaking
purpled rammers of visioned digitalis,

ah there is a statue on this green when
odes to fear sea-hang a hag of keen
daddy witches
......
wizened coldframes carry cussed Eden
into bruised blue view where lost reasons
drab-light a hill of scatterimg night-llissoms
-this side of lost hills, i hear screens

dying like huge massed oak trees?

amen....

*
Copyright Jim Bellamy 2019.

*

IN COUNTY SLEEP?

Never and ever, the japed jelled leaves of the stained
Shaft us down Atlantic wharves
O, never and ever, the stucco sidled streets of rain
Restore blown half-knitted raised bones, and old whores
Shaft down, down, where the axes of the pyramid train
Daub drakes with sensory treacle.
Ah, what now for the neural thrones of the peopled
Verso foams and telephonic angels? – perhaps, where
Eglantine aped apricots will draw a beard from a stair
Or do we dare and do we compare
Clairaudient vaginal limpets with thinned ghostly hair?
The tidal prisoner within rivals after focal foetal
Lip-clicking stone boundaries- the hirsute Babel
Brooks bairns as infinite combed cradles
Rock just like a smoker’s sun.
Uh?
*
One above a time, the blessed limey swiftness of the birds
Slaps shits on swept wind,
And the corners of the binned brought winged words
Back, back, and farther back to red-breasted natural curs
.
O, now I have read love’s palm, then I will smoke hot skin
And scatter salty game upon nesting febrile curves.
Our business in a murdered cottage uses a genial
Sotted sotto voce
And, as stony sleuth men reign after coasts
Then blorting benching body bathers hear coasts
Drowning romancers in blue-brained rat hosts.
And I have read tomorrow’s news, and I have caned caged slowed
Mast-headed Venus
Uh
*
And hanged time passes. Underneath a peculiar day, a diurnal body-grave
Paints oodles of dandelions and dabbed daffs
And, under a sea’s arses, a pinioning pit of plumes and days
Weep for sloes and elderberries.
God turned to go, but at the exit, a spinning doorway rammed
The spun and never-relieving sun of the world’s unearthly genius
And, slitted by kittens, a huge family pomme
Weeps for cloths and naked ladies.
Uh, narrowing knocking budded chafing hooped town-drums
Sup a father’s green daddy dream bus
.
uh?
,.
*
One stilled day when a sylvan silken patina of dead men
Closed a broken door, then once inside a time, measurers of men
Maddened a natural wood-puzzle of brides and children
And, lo, a heated sex-caller lit a fast gun and women
Overflowed within darksome chasms and chicken
.
Now is the message of the fibrotic hyper lungs I beheld
When once, outside a girl, wedded withered kittens
Attended a daddy dude crust of green giddy gels
And the pistoling parasols of both height and hell
Wring the bells with doom deniers.
This side of a keen welsh moon, Celtic cavatinas will sell
Aryan Goidelic caps to bruised brains and country sea-shells
..
O
*
Tonight stands crying on a dark cliff. The star-rise of the kissed
Seems dying, and, o, as we turn to go, then the adage of the pissed
Peers inside guns and lives,
when once a sea of knives wonders after ever-splendid
suburban moon-minds
then our eagerness to overhear god’s lies
rises up, up against
slewing sausage-paint
and this ensign of tasty saints lams lithe
slashed cunt and eaten rivers…
tonight, under a city’s seat, pashed men ride for
a mean daddy dreamed greened gold war.
*
Made naked, melodious parcels of plumes and puffs
Chatter for arousing seizure-slips which kick dusts
And then moggies of a mental moon
Shutters unutterable lodes where a belled star swoons
Deep, deep down where a motel boom
Dips dolly faces in carmine menstrual eggers.
Made sweet and rude, melodious bustles swish a duff
Dilly duffle dog who rides from sleep as cusks
Claim cider from rotted apple-cusps
O, as pigged eyes dam blue vision, then marks
Suck endless eddies from drippings. Hard parks
See into nightly sex pillages.
*
Tonight stands under strange seals as ridders
Ramble for a neon father, and, o, as blue bridlers
Ride a coffin-horse, then
Midnight stands under veined teals when a coda of liars
Sings the last lines of green gems and women.
O, our easy business seems endless but lifted life lends
Swift beads to lasered loped workaholics
.
The demon drafters of both day and night spend
Diamante pirates with swung dead boats, and cold men
Commands bleaching bool blades.
Unless we appear self-alarmed, unless a bed of tears parades
After dippy salt silence
Then the fawned thieves of one zillion male pore-plays
Will lash a languid tongue to slurred ants
And blue bastardising baby boos blunt a bog of
Unutterable daddy sex cant
. La-la..
*
O how now have I read the loud depth of god’s blind genius.
Oh how now have I shed
Biblical sleaze when a testament of cat-kids rest
Gunny goosed Escariots where a Jesus harness
Serves fish soups to old pigs and pugged fig-faces, and death
Rocks a bald gibbon where a blown bitter bee-bulb treads
A rock-expresser of puled salt wine
And the magical bel of times wrings napes and thefts
And, lo, as regental boo-bens hear city lames
Locking lousy lanes, snared neon palping debs
Drop cunt inside a penile pooler’s plebs.
As a gemmed gorger of ghoul-god grips to sea-bread
Then Jesu under hanged roods
Stops and end.
*
O where once endless spun ingles rammed a glimpse of
Neon knifers, then a sun-ending sex-rekindling rose of loss
Harries hissers with bobby brocks and brine-burned blued
Nude naked candle brut. The hams of seed
Cram a cloned tongue where blind uvulas of horse mead
Link intefusers with towns and criers.
Odes to Indian England hems gods into henna ghosts, and Leda
Rides her swanny star where routed riders of the moon
Drags dippy drawls from bitter bums and swooned
Deli drapes and mussels.
The wired jaw of judas Christ digs arsenics into tunnels
And, lo, as we ride from endless peds and cradles
Then candled crosser ken
Crabs a fallower for daddy green gems and dauphins
And I saw canny cabinets when eaten star-stems
Feed male masks to god and his masted Venus.
*
The paramour of a curtained grave hisses after
Salt-thrown breasts and father
O our business seems complete, and, loped, partners
Thunder-fuse natural dimmers with lamp-litters.
As we turn and go, an inexorable mien of killers
Claims doping dodgy dowers
And the elbows of dolt-flowers jeer where rivers
Compress life’s bower within
Dosed drays and bonny bone bins
La
We have come to realise that our lost issues
Contend a natural murder,
We have come to magnetise our crushed values
And, oh, when we come to pass a green giver
Then thamesward city fathers
Will cut cold engines from statues.
The tethering tawny teething rings of purdah
Bomb fuelled crypts and die.
*
O surely on dun day I will find coastal killers, and
O surely, under love’s hill, we will hear lambs
Racing against a country clock.
Words are worn on winnowed fingers: vinegar hock
Will ram a fairy thumb when a jack of rot
Strums a sugar vine, and the sodded star-slock
Fills for vialed vases
.
As the illegal farms of women slot
Coins into loss
Then a sun in a fazed cross crucifies the lot of
Brawled lamps and faces
..
Ah- this side of a bulled stall, gods
Dream of a level world
And the teethers of tippling devil birds
Cut a daddy doll from bled bolls
oo.
*
All dreamt days are negated-
I have seen the blind bellstar of the rivers raise
Impossible sea braids
And then a sudden touch of winter lather
Worm-burrows under tubed mad grief.
Too much of our life has been lived,
Too many odd hours have been
Vaunted with gossamer dreams
And the tunnels of our drooling year
Implode.
*
You were lost and scented drams toasted
Loss and families.
The breasted buttocks of buttery bodies
Slashed swung song-birds with
Ecstatic talons, and the mean blow of the town
Tracks graffiti with fallowed vandal-pounds.
You were utterably mine, - the concrete crowds
Were glass-mauled within
Anonymous buildings, and a weeper in a cloud
Observe adulous children crapping.
I have seen you struggle with your world,
I have glassed you
O
A mental mind-vision hair-covers old fulfilment.
*
And I dare not entreat the grave. Life is not near.
Dug from dying, though, I reach out for true fear,
And I dare not complete death.
While out of sexy rain, the rippers of my mind
Dream of rotted cunt-rain
And I dare not compete with death.
And men in manses collect flavoured flowers.
Dragged, a dilly green fruit-pet sunders
And I dare not complete feathers
daubed mind folks find faceless soda
Drinking gas.
*
I dare not travel too far. In my mental eye, I always
Lay sex-waste to dogs and graves
O
Out of fierce hearing, I will appear to see day
Lamping a sea-face inside soft glades
O.
What with this mortal fire-grate yearning
Breaks glad beads, then sex seems burning
O.
Bright boozy blood shows us
The best way to blind love’s husk
And ghost-gibs haunt swarmed pain.
*
Tonight, of all nights, life’s wife sold her favourite fruit.
O, I dashed a plum-stone at a soup-flask
And the pleasure-whirring bowel of glass where roots
Raped a lady liquorice with bulbs and glass
Brightens a glass-bowl where rotted dates succour
Blood-blinded gobstoppers.
Underwatered, a green daddy bus dyes a dry house
With giddy mean vaginal clit-cried
Sizzling salt peaches.
Tonight, of all nights, light’s Christ will snap fruit.
Ah, eyes lap locks from faeces as a shop of brute
Bathes a baby in an adult bath-.
The hair-greased bared hairbands of the past
Test for an oiled latrine
And, uh, I have overseen such sadnesses of breeding
And I have undertoned such roman rotted steam
O
The lazy leader of Mount Zion hears rafts
Sailing off into
A magneto’s engine-ooze
And the labellers of the colour true
Storms dying murdering mind-maidens
And sun-stricken skies pass on by as broods
Slacken for the fire.
*
For it must always seem that the fruit-bowl we made
Curries after ashen waxed blades
O as wicked apples sully pears with graves
Then picking pear-pluff will mac a lay with
Teeming toasts and rammed rose-figs.
And I dare not muffle god’s kids, and I won’t kid
Good God because
I miss the idylls of a time when jesus died for pigs
O
The damsels of a plastic soul close
Whipped eyes and dummy factories, La
We enter into sand
We swagger for summer, and a winter in a car
Writhes from driven Mars
And, uh, as a candle under pepper sneezes after
Dames and dollies
Then pruned bud-soap must see Father
Praying for top-of-the-pops…
*
Underneath a chiselled ledge, I saw the riding dead
Digging bolted graves
O, when once bad bodies yawned, then
Dazzling moping lays
Sucked peach-stones with fluted mouthers
And opening sex trades whip tipplers when
Versos vamp veering nodes.
While snorting lackadaisical oil, a vixen under lodes
Lipper a lemon foil for strawed thunder-troves
And then backers of a walnut-pickled life
Ignites pushed prams with spoils and Christs.
And do not visit love’s grave.
She is not there. She did not die for braves
And she dare not die for another.
*
Inside a cherried fog, we hear belled trees
Mowing sylvan soda from gins and glebes
And you and your scalded lips cry out aloud
And then misled cats of cranny war
Leach to a fountainhead
And the felinity of the warred turns
Prison plots and thunderheads.
O I will heal youths with pyres
O I shall sear kids with lies
And then, once rapped in a cave, we will ride
Far back home when
Our distant dilly daring love expends.
Dark dogs move as a night ship dies.
*
Inside a crisscrossed chapel and a church, I oversaw
Pornographic saviours attempting to save
Wide eyed witnesses to a sea of seesaws
And, o, I do not dare to visit god’s guilty grave?
And, forever snapped by air, a countess in a saw
Slices giddy cock-clawed
Bled brigs and guilty heaven’s
Buggered butter-beads whose assaulted gardens
Give crow-talons to gems and junkies.
Outside a sex-cropped church and apple, I overheard
Pornosapphic sailors exempting loins and ashes
And the giggler in a glam grippled after
Laughed cages and funereal fume.
There is, inside a mind, a mental crock which reads
Idiot ingle books?
*
O my father’s mouth is
Stopped dead.
O my mother’s mouth is
Sent to bed.
A baby on the rise is
Stoppered
And spun wards rid
Eyes and bodies.
Such flowers which
Wither inside
Will see lips
Burning
O.
In a bed of curves
We sunder
City slumber….
As coiled grief
Stabs
Ponied cabs
Then blue rubies
Ride from
Neon fishing, and
Dyed daubed drams
Toast
Trees and lovers.
Uh?!
*
Inner dreaming dresses dust in naked dirt,
Walnut faces wrinkle noses
And then the vine-cut faces of the curt
Gnarl a hot bed with chained roses
O
Old stone encaged in van-vaulted hymns
Straps a silent lord within
Out-of-perspective failures who swing for
Veined bruised women
..
A small, green pug plops on pits as fishy war
Brings beery harvests back home
And, loaned, a cherry choker cracks, and bone
Feeds a canine lion-
Underneath ripened sunsets, a starry sea of Zion
Drowns.
*
For we must clad old colourful kids in tarry macadams
And then the tearing of kids
Wrestles blue oil from foxy fizzy green madams
And the powders of one billion suns
Suck-gnarled windwells
O-
For we must clad cold killers inside a tarred sea-havens
And we will rot for keen rivers
And the skull-known voices of a dumb garden
Encases men and fevers in cold shives and harsh fathers
O.
When once a scrunching sea-city drinks its waves
Then bended sea-bodies
Must walk all tides where birds and spies
Stride oceanic sea-babies…
A car-jaunted yellowed lip snaps a cat and
Dogs writhe.
*
These vegetable veins I have dreamed must whip
Gentle hands and heels
O these terrible reels of salt film must see ships
Sailing out where old wheels
Rock for concertinas
And a clammy fist of time vaunts after
Wrinkled wrestling masters, and grey fathers
Divorce love’s hapless truth
And then keeled cuts of faith wrest spoils from couth
Criers, and the daring dolly of drubbers
Sex-clads coiled spools where rammed lovers
Encase sickled sunsets within dobbed dugs and
I espy a nightly bird car-cramming caverns under
Fast city tundra.
Hashed by hot hotels, we warden for weevilled healers
And the closed toads of a sea-town
Drags fairy thumbs from dogs and moon-life
And here we walk a weary line as hell-lit sister life
Dies for money.
*
Gone now to the ugliness of a fleshy flyover,
I hear the sudden noise of a pissed hangover
Staggering for a blue shit
And, o, as curtains fail, then a natural killer
Must surely slice eyes from bruised lips?
A sudden sallied acceptance of night and day
Plays litter-ridden where the mouth-bound grave
Points ferrules at imbecilic tree-towels
And the killing body of a false mind disembowels
Hot spaces where closed faces
Shit in the wind
O.
Twenty-two fingers vault against a vended rape
And one billion heaped guitars
Serenade god as banging angel-cars
Crashdown.
*
As an angel’s car, named Abaddon, rode from light
Then a bad sea-star fell from midnight
And the ashen roses of a sea of Adam
Stuck Aaron deep down where a shitted car of Christ
Taunted roads with bodies.
O.
Where the fingers of sex vinegars leach to life
Then thunderheads may well
Disembody bolls from washed miraculous laddies
And we will ladder all sense?
O.
Musk-strewn, we musify the operatic poor when
Nude motorways silence neon bitter women
And naked fellows of felonic foals
Skate for optics as wind-swells roll
Darkness into rain
O.
This side of a world is being painted with
Loudmouthed baby-varnish
And the roads of lady-cabbage cut all kids.
.
*
When made grim and unimportant, an ugly city-town
Sprays slayed paint where bombed sound
Howls inside sprawling trees; and as wasted town
Taunts blinded teachers
And the suns of fathers vamp cunt as an urban clown
Snips bright killers
O.
Once interwoven with billers, a branched baby-bidder
Sits and gleams for
Old ides and ivory whores, and, lo, as dreamed dawgs
Undress dogs and fever then
Casted kibbles create cunt-hens from cold women
O.
When once we are fist-felled, then grey children
Must climb city wards.
*
We will shed some alligator tears. As cars career
Inside the dead, then
We will drink some crocodile beers; and a bill of men
Must rot for Simeon
And the gullies of the gobbed and reasoned
Hear youth call to age
O. The slappy sovereign in a cage must
Wrap wounds inside sweet age
And then cabinets of the lied will fib for rage, and
We will share some sweetened bitter lust
And button birds in blue turtle dreams.
For whom do we sleep? Ourselves? Or is it more
That rest suffers a dreamed self which cannot arise?
Chidden men of Xmas wrap gifts for god’s bride
And the malting eggs of sap sample Easter’s
Sweet swilled shell-snaps.
And we will share some alligator beers. As cars revere
Outside death, then we will gun-sear
Drabbling fishy fear from vine-tilted wine-wilted
Poked pierced cock…

*
The wives of guzzled wort widen when
Turds under cables cradle shits and pissed women
And the covers of a private heron
Hardens, and blown bodied beaver-boys season
Pushers in Haven.
As we retreat, just like the sea, our town of gardens
Digs for blossoming claws
And the bagger of bauds bed-binds ravens
And a closed lime-lady
Locks a maggot finger underneath moors
Oh.
Soon surely to be rid of pap-girls, urban reasons must
Spiral from a pithed chapped word where
Soft red mouths moisten men and gay prayer
And, pounced, a parabola of peated poesy has snares
And we must seem scared of evening?
Wet wives widen for clamouring dirtied sirens.
Swashed spies soften
Beached bombs and coarse guns, and Poseidon
Bobs up from treed shroud-sailed
Tautened sea-tigons, and we will harden
Swelled pigs in pug gardens.
As a bended blathered bee-boss stings ravens
Then muted modelled mead-moss
Pecks crows and peals off a blue cross.
*
When uninhearsed, I saw a bad kid fearing
Deliberate stage-fright
And, when once plays roll, I am crying?
O, laden god has been a lucky boy
O, his active lover has danced for joys
And the closed dramaturgy of a big boy
Smooches in chiffon light.
Uncoached, three dramatic towels touch again
The felt lips of an infant song
And choral crypts carry crags unto swung rain
And tipping histrionics.
Owls under gaffers grit giddy thespians
By altered radio Christ, and, la, cold romantics
Shape a Roman dream from
A pantheon of pushing penile cunt-drums
And sainted sable-summer strips for honey.
*
A sudden sliding sun of love sunders
Barns and owls, and, o, as a knifer’s keen father
Stalls old stone, then
A sudden sliding gun of god sunders
Burns and cowls. O this town of feathers
Tars bells with trowels
And then green glint of a hover-bus bears towels
Damply back home where a dill of fakes fashions
Crows and mother.
Keen kenned grapes rinse hands in bread-wine
And drunk foetal grinds
Crapulent beer-binds
And where once a vogue for wine lines
Pockets of lime, then lemon stores
Spread tipsy tubers against thieves and wards
And wardened guarder men
Dig for obfuscated brolly men, and washed hens
Don vodka-vision.
A sodden siren’s snooded summer sucks rocks as lissom
Speaks for whores and powder….
Ahhhh?
What the hell are we doing with our mind make-up?

*
Copyright James Bellamy 2018.

*

WHAT WITH ANCIENT TANGERINES IN THE YARD

 

What with ancient tangerines in the yard & what with scented emptied nectarines made vast as skinned silence, then our keen eyes must Snap sopping stools of japed
Stung holidays & a stinking dream dazzles families
& the sad crowd eats. O, the teeming owls of rape scar Back-bacon feathered with cars
& the swallowers of dogs & dead sleep drive a cunt into wet wheat
& the sallied wrecks of wound heat ears live young to
Closing old truths.*
The endless jetties of the spunked & dressed lay river-waste where wind-wells blow. Deaths
Dream of draggers & Yappers under fingers twirl for bruise-banged
Blind vibes & mallows.
O, the renters of a wound sex-mess Massages modalities with drawn dips
& we will call for anal sentinels & we will fall down, - & the boiled in eye-lips
Which shelter gems in mortar Suck anorexic teeth against fat-water
& the bagged betties of a lost gun must
Shoot buggers dead.Hot lunching lovers cook a false sea of eggs
O shot cunts with mothers Seal sex-cochineal when odes to cut pigs
Dream of drovers & the sins of flava flip sweet coins when
Distant slowed leather trips Entangle blonde beers with lost men.
The purpose in dying is to hear God Trampling minds into disease & God
Gives rawhide head to Dolly-dogs; & the seizures of women
Ride, ride, ride
Odes to kind imbeciles Sing for shitters. Bluesy cock-creels
Die & nude brollies open…
The purpose of good death is to define Pictures, papers & reflective sex-wine
& the son of good Has two men to give to Seizures & fitting blue minds.
Out where a spun soul rolls, we give dew A good masked face where wet shoes
Wrangle after socked feet Oh The purpose of hooked death is to refine
Odd portraits of dirty swingers & old bookers stock tureens
& we will find gills in latrines?
*
Wicked films of flava dig for sexy diamonds O easy kilns Cook visual pots & feinted sirens
Ring a tocsin bell…
When once a tree of sprigs seals old films Then affirming pornography rides
Blurred bits & painted suicides….& we have come again to a toppler
& we have heard again about Radio sadness; -
.
The purpose of people is to Form felons from public view?
.
.
jdb 2019

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