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further speed-written songsheets

work-in-progress title: The Bursters of Illegitimate Dun Devils
first draft poem then poem-song

the bursters of illegitimate dun devils come
upsidedown; and smilers of guns use drums
to serenade wool with flavas;
and easers of pin-pasting guns gets overused
with falons and suckering labia
and, oo, muckers under radar spin for failure

dogdayed jilted eye-stems gust deaf-vision
directly across pie-pens
and, oo, a molten mouther uses televisions
for the mute purpose of making friends
and avia maria nooses sewers under fens

o, coated cryers crap for tinners as skims
get spat for; and radioers spin for sad hymns.

*
blue-bursters grab for lice when a daddifier of gabblers
appear rending labs from dice-men
o, easy rotators turn like meadows when grapplers
appear rending cabs from christ-men
and, coded with Mab, interfusers use sweet dapplers
to sirenise spoons with crab

ah, blue-bursters lob lolly at zimmers when couplers
appear star-lenghtened
and, when racing, a pickler of demons gets rivered
with wackers and funeral seasons: odes to livers
come shining where surgeons murder all killers

*
packers of fanny diamond uses eyelits for sermons
o, rappers of musical diamond uses mitts for gardens;;
and, once snapt, a natural island sails off for serums;
and, oo, cappers in cars ram reamers with raisins;
and, spooled, trappers in stars come falling as flavins
get sperm-knotted

packers of fanny diamond cuttlers doo-doos from
nupials in busy carp and the soft tenchers of gunned
schismer bled angels;
and, oo, once upon radios, a radial rodeo town
supped from junk;
and, bluesed, comers cum hooting huffs when crowns
get dropped

directly beneath the floor

*
de pipered cooked food of a mothering scream
gets burned till meat burns;
o, decent bummers use broods for smotherers when
daddy riches arrive back home to dream;
and, oo, a passioner under slack cums spleening men
with haggard men whose use of cheese and wine
sunderise blue-blurters with terminal cottage grime

de pipered cooking food of a feathering beam
get broken on a dangerous plane; and easy creams
come scurrying after boners of venal family;
and shakers of rafters stone god when mam-daffy
gets shafting after bombs and bones

packers of pulley-boys come grinding mutton from
salted sweet guilty kicker-knickers
and, desiring, fragmental feature-cinema will thrum
and, retiring, dog-camals pucker for dummy drama;
and coda kingdoms must

fall from a huge height until foamal and murdered

*
made directly from pushers, a bedside under scones
comes shuddering for cake
o, graven families get ushered to headlights when domes
come weeping in de West
and i come to a crisscrossing when urban deniers stone
easy porky venal fanny
and, slowed, renal honey gets washed with thrones
and, robed, fatal fetes
drive cakes with crumbed stalls.

de pipered cooky gill-grid grasps ash when sloanes
appear dripped into loud cash
and, despising, bluers of trash sirenises grey-groans

made directly from pissers, a headpiece, moaned,
will hereby depress kisser with
silky straws; and tissuers of pugs crap on Britain
and, lung-swellings, issued from plugs, use pain
to cause green hurt genoas to fall from red rain
and pluckered skirt gets gritting
and fuckered skirts get hissing
and the skirt of de hostess is sleek from sinning

o, bedded alzheimer's menkind die when screaming

*
yeah, mad muscling cuds in Haven hear la mumblas shaking fear
from pretty lives and endless crying
la, softeners, stied, ram blessed tears; and cabanas under ears
get turned from deaf-blue to a blinder of heads and shoulders
and, ah, as we walk along bath-water, we must surely use spheres
to sunder a pregnant potion with stink wombs and tiny spears

yeah, mad muscling buds in Heaven rear cats from dogs: steers
appear cased asides dolts
and, oo, as cascaders swing for gardens then eyes in de trees
get clam-washed; and baited sweeney men cut larders from weirs
and, la la, as a metaller of painted owl-women appears nude
then a venal fanny stage must
crusade for bennies and the saviours of green lust; and dying
hereby blows a living murder-hoaxer down a balde receiver
,
yeah, mad muscling cuds in Japan hear la rumblas shaping fear
from washy slayed centaurs whose eaten cards use tarot-tiers
to coutdown sky-virgins with a blooder of MaMa
and, oooo, a crucifying under pins must hang phaphos christs
and, oooo, a nuked emulsioner sniffs handled herrings
and, ashen, i saw a renal cave come collasping
and, laden, i observed venal graves come hacking for priced
body badeas

ah, a veinous faceless schiz promontary has to hit red rain

*
connivers of gold men get glittering; o, dippers in earrings
come fragmenting dolls with whittering grey men
o, deniers of gold hens get laying when factories in rings
foist red-eying wax planets upon
ladeners of drying flap; and huge rivals to a moon-sun
must entertain prizers with remands;
and, la la, connivers of god's woman gets rippling for
goofy towers where de porn-chicks film a forced war

yeah, mad musclers must toss tears in veins; o, claws
arrive homeward to find stinkers crying; and grey paws
kick tails from feline fangs; and christed Bast will roar for
feeders of holy cat-clans
o, once upon a tigon, me and my kitten-past fixes whores
to hectorers when easy islands flail
and we will head fiercely downstream till boxes break

*
lo, what with mucky sticky fruits gone falling down a cunt
then a modeller of toffee shoots
hastens now to this stewed void; and waiverers of junk
get crying and crying
and, wetted, wound spying takes secreted photos: ceilings
feed fruit scribes to rainbows
and, oo, at a rainbow's ebb, a fastener of daddy dreamings
cascades across a loaned flower

lo, what with muddy dicky fruits gone falling under lunch
then a rodeo ripener
feeds false crows to sharpeners; and a dogdayed father
gets car-shielded with naked navels and stomachers
and a rich pig glowers
and a witch pig glowers
and a naked body-shower drags swift ice for figures

lo, what with dizzy cunny pears come weeping rivers
then a dummy mummy gets wound in clothes: melters
cup defectives in twinned hands and
coteries of spun skins expand sands to England, and
eyers of featherers use swifts for thrushes and
extensive meddlers fuse lips to brushes.
.
once upon a mad mind in a dark hold, masoners had
drum-dreamed about junked fish; and easy sea-crabs
come crying now
about adolph and his mad benito crowd,

*
oo cruel creeling spewtums gets slavering to a red beat
oo fools, reeling, star-ride aside splitters and red meat
la, local lovage gets strident when
a dirty little boy mounts a sex clotheshorse
la la, cruel creeling spewtums gets shuddering when heat
gasps for huffs of cum
and, oo, filthy foolers will top tricksters when sleep
comes scuttering belly bake across picklers of guns;
o, once along a salt-line, dizzy spermatazoa hears lungs
sucking blue-burstive penis-wounds from cafes

oo, a picker of pinkers must shop vinegar when
lunging bell-bridlers get copped
and, lazy till killed, sleepy yachts come using children
to swinge across a scarlet reaper; and odes to children
get coarsed till mind-deaf
..

and de cabin crew come though french fields where
dotters of crabbin roofs hit upon acid sprigs of hair
o, de cutters of truths get meshed with fast meals;
and pipers of baker-stew will fragmentise a sea of wheels
o, dabbers of beery unholy hills hereby revolve
and hittite hordes inside grey pills hereby dissolve;
and mental meat germs fjord for dildos when resolve
gets car-eaten

o cruel creeling spewtums get slavering to a red maze
oo ducky draculas snip pets,
and while demon cream-lips ooze ice into wrecks
then urban city-pyres extend milk-lip to greyed
cradle-anvils; and woolly angels in blue sun cuts necks
from impoverished rainy bowed bloods;
o cruel creeling spewtums get slavering to a dead maze
oo, mucky vampyric dumdums come shining like a grave;
and turning turltled teasy queasy teenagers
become titty-milked with bared hands that render
blue-biters from sex blue-bursts
..
these are our talon days,- ohm, this is god's hearse
and, ohm, i see a vectoral lunge forcing god's hearse
to fragmentise lickers with bums and an eaten horse
la la, millers of lippers
heave to a heady heat when snailers come using burstives
to glue-glaze hitlers with greyers in rivers; and voices
suck up a glided nut
and, laid alone, sluts that heed gut must use flowers
to adorn shriven skies with rollers of blaring thunder;

and, oo, our sweet wydening world gets shot by sisters
and, oo, our wheaty windowing girl
appears sundering high; and eyers use deaf sights to
rope a dilator across a tyre-dying hoop of topped dudes
and me and de father know almost everything.

*
while hissing, i overheard a dead bird come falling
directly from huge oak-trees;
la la, gone missing, i overlooked stinging leaves
and a horded denier
gets assaulted by rivers when easy weeping teas
appear sorted by caffeine,
and a holy mind-spy loosens dogs
and a swinging mine sees weird screams gone
fascinating cells with gobs

while hissing, i overheard a dead kid come crying
and, once across a spine, signals under scrying
hillock raises blown bastards down, down
and, once flayed, stoned bustards
use venal vampy shampy and sax for a new town:
we enter under samphires
lo, we dug for sex-doos.

*
blue-burstives come ravelling into mad cleft time; o, see me reading things in the fire
o, bluers who strum dun ravellers then a sea of money on the moon must hang fires
outside bled flour inside this cakey hour.
and, lynching, de fats in de flour drink to bun-mixes when de radicals of mermen
become shriven with hired mods and impossible city-mouths
and i see some greeny gobby body-flavas shaping sweet pantry deniers where doubts
get magically blown away by wooden bum-guns that teem for shooters of sea-louts

huh.

*
02/10/2021

work-in-progress title: The Ironing Sidlers of the Female Dead
1st draft poem then poem-song

the ironing sidlers of the female dead and stunned
hereby dollop hot presses underfire
o, slitted, baking bedsides get burnt tilll eye-fire
comes flame-shuddering;

the ironing sidlers of de gals abed use lung-guns
to shoot hot lustive doomy deniers;
and, oo, routers of hissifers use pies for drums
and easy ripplers arouse vines when gin-suns

come homeward to find de day as dead as mum.

*
cappers of cum-stars use piddlers for shit-sums
o rippers of dad-cars
come driving too slow when mopeds under bras
get sundering winters with strangers; and cards
get dealt to Arcana,

cappers of cum-stars use idlers for skirt-scum
o dippers delve for pulers where wideners run
directly across Animula
and, la la, lolly-losers must dress for gaga

*
clappers of cafe chanters will sodomise all high-teas
o, rappers of burnt comers
get star-looped; and easy hills will sodomise leaves
and, la la, mentalising dizzy thrills come softly
against wee-wallahs,
and jeering jacking weepers soak milkies inside bees,
and evil shivered beads get worn within jive-trees

clappers of cafe chanters will fragmentise all hot seas
o, crappers aside coroners
get suppered
and, night-dined, a reeling cafe-restroom has to
see a bleeder coming home to dunes
and isolators hit to de jacked beat where tipplers

get fed to fiery fascinations; and vast men heed
golden bee-beds
and golden bee-beds hiss as herons peck lead

*
trappers of doomy dog-mice must capture moths and flies
o, leaders of gloomy cat-mice
will trample sex from sweated trampolines; and pure dives
appear rended from hearts and stoned
drivellers; and, lo, deadeners of hands cuss old phones

trappers of doomy clog-christs must capture moth-eyes
o, readers of red bookers
get forced to become work-blind where thinned wives
tidalise missionaries with cakey swipers; and cookers
don pies from flailed pussy

o we get fed to dark inventions when eaten factories
cause beers to bleed; and darkness feeds refactories

*
blown, just like a mind, a deifier of dinosaurs uses T Rex
to sunder gems to wine
la la, stoned, just like lost time, a denier of plastic fuses
gets crowded under lime
and daddies who cut grime must surrender kids to nooses
and fingering ginger men must
suck across a gun-butt

blown, just like a mind, a deifier of dinosaurs uses T Rex
to thunder after de reptilian
and a mammy fire dreams of Eden
and a dusty sparce triceratops bathes snakers aside deaths
and moony moaner boyfriends
drive a dizzy prehistorc bird across candifiers

the eyes of idolisers sharpen a nest with sadness
the riders of equalisers harden breasts
and a braker of soft scissor gardens uses metal madness
to scatter dirty lambs across asylum-hills

oh, a soapy sweety sex-porridge has to gas father-frills
oh, an oaty easy labile cunt-sedge
has to grasp celtic god from easy kids and darling mills
and, once defined by blood,
an eaten samphire sky must send daddy drawl when hens

draggler after dummy dames as ingenious scottish mien
uses the irish welsh with a heated holy lens;
and, lo, me and mental Love must sweat for England

Uh?

*
Meadow baby logic, madam hypnogogic: baby, lady, Sexy Sadie's rocket; for
these bad fruits, I rail & sail into a century of masochistic sockets; &
then the shogun berry rolls, rocks & rolls adown my pickled chin, & meadow
baby is Sexy Sadie & Sexy Sadie sires me a meadow wind, & meadow is mellow
& meadow is yellow & meadow baby logic is a chinless halo, & meadow baby
is Sexy Sadie & Sexy Sadie is meadow baby king....

*
the sucklers who chew on serumed ill england must serenade doggy daffodils
o, picklers who screw shoes
must centralise faces of nudes; and, la la, god's Ireland gets fingers when hills
get tarred and feathered

the sucklers who chew on filthy hot quangos must cook holy mangoes: O, drills
come shuddering; and gunny rubies
come scattering seeds across nudies; and focal dust is heaping where old hills
appear browned and eagerly burned

oo, a patent penis-potentate sinks a dick under forced masts; and blue rills
come sundering high for sky-valves and evil spy-writings; and coded dills
get stabbing all around a greyed house where daffies drop, just like a pill

*
uh
these are the ragged boys whose headed hooded old wife
comes crying after mum's toys;
and a holy curtain crashes across nude joys
and a naked urchin easers soap aside dives when decoys
come rendering coasts as cold as families

these are groany demotic days that lead veins to bodies
oh, when faces flail, then a damager of red grain marries
old dead hands to absolved rummagers
and a naper of a screw hammers fiction to wallers when
chanters reel painted manyana across lichen

these are our cupboard days where midnight races send
eaten riflers aside bladers of pears
and, once torn, tawny whisperers will capture steers
against comforters of bunnies and butterflies; O, tears
get washed, and eyers of deflamers dream of spheres

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

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

*
oo, a blended bathroom appears cleared of baths
oo, a shended mask-room appears cleanses of baths,
and a blinder blue shower comes rendering red crafts
with specimens and vaulters
and, la la, readers of jams get fed to heart-walkers

these are our mallard days
these are love's laden tea-trays that lend teary talkers
to buddy broom-handles
la la, friggers, duned, bed angled angels when drivers
come sweating skate-optics

oo, a rented bathroom appears cleared of soap
oo, scented cunt-room appears seared of soffits;
and as easy mind-sockets seem speared from dope
then sandals must render bedposts as dead as rope.

*
nights-deep, funny clitoral female stallions come always shining
directly against pockets for red rain;
nights-deep, mummy's evilest vein-veil comes home to evening;
o, lights-deep, day-jived sweets, mouth-crushed will use ceilings
to sermonise dragoners

nights-deep, honeyers, slinged, gets jammy with field-rings
o, pipers on de utmost gun
gets vampyric; and broomers of deadliness swirls for drums;
and icy miners of coke pour clisters in a glass when tumblers
appear fed to streets of feeling dirty
..
oo, a bastard blackbird launches pecky crow-luncheons when
cooling cafes, tea-rotted, gets pocketed by drying sea-men;
and boncers of cockerels come feeding hens with fleecy

bed-toys; and fathers to dogs will supper for gem-goosies

*
when once pinioned with pinny-smoke, a blader in the kitchens
appear apple-painted
o whence minioned fig moggy-smoke gets padded, then miction
will mostly drink from wetted goof-beds

when once pinioned with pissy, a believer in nice friction will
extemporise po-po powers from naked deceivers; and kilns
come crusading after flowers;

oo, a bacon-budliah leashes lyons to towels as old towers
drag mutations from buddy believers
and, la la, a maker of lady-yellers will hereby murder films

when once switched on to winter-summer, a city of elms
causes ashes to ignite chokers aside oaks, tyburns, bills;
and beakering blood cashes carry camals to a slim hills
and, la la, ravelling lashes marry mammals to grey winds

Huh Huh; we weave woven sweet rocks under tears when
plastic plutonics come sizing wheat from devil brethrens
and, lo, we may well listen to de hot Loss of all children

*
now it's not hard to imagine life - just open your eyes
and seize J Christ.
listen together and we shall see just how time shall
wander free. listen together and listen now to the size of the sacred shroud
i used life's friend?
suffering with violence at the edge of the world, awaiting spanish demons
to fight the girls: suff'ring under scarlight, where the wickedness
relays: suff'ring with violence at the edge of the grave.
crime, u kill me
gladly, and yet all crime is live; as lively as the candy that raids the
hive.
suffering with violence at the edge of heaven's face, waiting for
god's licence to whisk away the mace: suff'ring in the sequence of angels
who abscond: suff'ring in silence at the close of the sun.
crime, u kill me...."

*
interwoven across damask burners, eager oven-oils moisturise
every single head-wing
o, summers aside winters get grafting against nucleii
and, case-layered, sphincters within feinters must writhe for
aspirins and doggy paracetemols
o, interwoven across cyrian passages, eager onionisers warp
wolverines in starry hospices made cruel as de dead; O, sauce
comes comforting the killed
and, face-layered, splinterers under soap weave paint inside
impasioners of canine ripplers

interwoven, a modeller of sex-flour bakes cakes with knives
thunder-woven, modellers of cock-powers raid little eyes
with elders under evil human carrion-clothes;
and, la la, dimplers of seagulls
connive with rifflers till sea-skulls get weighened under cries
and crying men dry female minds
and driving men hang spies from eaglers and blue blinds

and the pillard deadeners of smoothed statues use wine
to toast noodlers; and privvies under red booths intertwine
fatalisms and terminal soldiers
and a modeller of fatalisms cause carousels to crash
directly along an infant sailor; and, oo, when ash snaps
then takers of indolences
come ivorying after lovely ebony; and easy hands clap,
and famous women become as cool as the sky

O, we will weave good sweet breaths into fruit-saps
O, we will ride for Gods as deep sex uses fruit-naps
to serenade skin-defilers with a still-born rapist desk
and, once tithed, a cherry chapeller on mean disks
and, la la, certifiers of delimiters come phoning tisks
and, la la, sectioners of soft deniers come hanging tits
Oh,- as we ride from milk-sleep then we cut tongue-trips

and de livered moon gets sun-hanging dives from pips
and de rivered moon gets star-hanging prides from pits

Uhh

*
and fatteners of madam naples will staple gloves to gables
o, hardeners of massive stables
will sunderise a blown blind with apples
and i will serve sweet bone to blonde tables
and i will swerve wheat-loam across blended grey chisels
and, once laden, me and master Los
will sermonise gardens with father-Cross
and a lid on a wild world will curse curates with god-floss

and fatteners of madam naples will staple gobs to fables
o, shardeners of mastiff stables
will sunderise gloss; and a fatalism uses eyes for cables
and, la la, as moss gets kicked, abuses of minds will fund
monkeyers with layrnxes and closed cart-grunge
and cunters, crazed, use christ-rinks to skirt aside lungs
ah, a curtal blinder curtain
gets rat-capped

raddlers whose nine inch bed-pick thrums will yield us
a stationer of dyslexics
and an illiterate horde horses after dispepsics and dust
gets hewn from mod couples
and, ah, a naked sun cooks candles
and, la, a naked drum cuts angels

and velver riders must resound as rafts underground
come raving when car-drowners sail for wastegrounds.

*
the early evil cunt-bed in a veined bow comes shuddering
o, early sweet junk-threads
suck to a bee-stung street where a statue under mirrorings
attend weevils inside hot bread;
and a muscler gone wide lifts heads from lead when killings
crusade for spermed suns
and, oo, a liquid starling strums fever feathers when ceilings
get dancing down from a house of darjeeling
la la

early in god's dead career, a hurly bird came using marsh
to soften penises with clay-cold hearts
o, early on inside tears, we donned scars from arched
enemies of huge liars and tombs upside-down,
and blue palavers of birds get clipped in winged frowns;
and enematics sink cats where wets get
scar-sharpened; and, oo, devillers, splatted, gets frowns
forcibly fed to seasand
and idolisers, drowned, pluck sand-castlers

and river-writhers, ground, nooses petrol friends with
menstrual holidays
hah, dirt pictures of billy men get slashing
hah, skirt-features of dildo zen gets rasping
amd river-writhers, ground, snout for fanny as her kids
get galloping for sperm-dinners
uhh,- a groper of de fat gill-world must outgrabe for
piggers of cowlers and moggy head-dyed cock-spoars
and cracklers pet fuck-flex
and perilous cunny cuts get wrecked .
O.

early on in death's raped career, a venal bone-bride
gets prismed under snailed veneer
and, la la, udderers, nailed, revere cunts as wet eyes
come snivelling for deafening mental blindness; and spies
spiralise dilators with dildo-dope and radio porn-tides
and the eateries within mallows
come scuttering bluesing prayers after vermin; O, lies
will be penis-sounded.

and the rooms now fall away
and tombs crowd cocklers with vinegar girl-prey
ah, as weevilers fry for accusers
then seagullers cried and died as piggers of deluders
cause heart-graves to fall from clay-cold grillers
and, ooo, we like to listen to growl-stereos when eyes

got sliced completely away..

*
03/10/2021

work-in-progress title: The Fumes Under Belly Radios
first draft poem then poem-song

the fumes under belly radios cut a newspaper nude from sex-shadow
o, dunes under jelly radios
appear sucked as they wobble inside show-crows
and, la la, darkeners of dilly mallow get shaved by cows; and stables
ironise milks for pharoahs

the fumes under belly rodeos cut a naked picture from rex-tables
and, o, runes get shuddering while
dancers on the dune come whispering for a speyed cat-smile'
and tidal teasers wash their hands in linguid shit when
dirtiers enfilth dreams forever

*
the fumes under telly-radios cut a glamour goose from sex-mallows
o, rooms unde belly meadows
get summoning dirt from heat, and shimmerers use beds for gallows,
and noontides cut heroes;
o, once across a time, we used heartse for yoyos

frugal fisted fannies get heaped aside bones where easy peoples
die out; and we will weevilise men with drones

*
laden evil latrines cause penis-powders to supper for tubes
o, ruins under canteens
appear dead while reachers of marinas cause eyes for dudes
and, moved, i extend hands from vaginas

laden evil latries cause penis-powers to shed seedy marines
and, oo, we weep for weepies
and, oo, we sleep for rubies while
casers of peppermints come shooting starved noon-smiles

*
oo patients of cool rumblas will hereby run past de city moon
oo parents to cruel sunderers will
hereby fragmentise the thunderers of hills; and acrid mills will
get sodomised under drills
and, la la, we extemporise millers with reelers

oo patients of splayed spoolers get slashering for red loons
oo parents to flayers, duded, get slappering for bled spoons,
and eyers of summer-movers
get led to bloods; and handlers sink fists under thumbs
and focalisers lay goose-egg

*
when world-wearied and at one, me and naked mentalises
get rabbitted down a lost grave;
and weepers, sodden, cry for drays where squirrels
come sharpening nuts for pleasure
and, oo, toppling tree-tops cause birds to fall after
dirtyers of famous father

oo parented cotters come rocking heathers across
deniers gone to strangled sleep aside crisscrosed eyes
and milk-wived mien kind
come shuddering for de black god and his family;
and i saw men of sleep napping for islands

these are moany moronic babbies here whose cradle-tred
comes sinking dudes aside bobbies as a naked heart-head
comes scattering mice across easy lead
o, a maiden to denuders flosses peasy bread when
eaters under blue darkness forces goofy sheds inside mien

uh
these are the ragged boys whose headed hooded old wife
comes crying after mum's toys;
and a holy curtain crashes across nude joys
and a naked urchin easers soap aside dives when decoys
come rendering coasts as cold as families

*
we pointilise the utmost deaths of hens
o we suck a gut
and, sipped, tea-cups use spoons for sweet rivers
o we suck a nut where breakers shoot children,
and, la la, kind lovely toffee dogs chase kittens
and, o-la, sweeteners, ladied, kiss rats and mice

we pointilise the innermost sex of wrens,
and here there is death in the hen, and cold christs
come to heaven to find all disciples cremated;
o we snap a butt
o we drop cups; and cocoas crawl from mittens;
and, cut, defectives cup titties

these are our loaded mallard days when sirens
couple limes with shouldered porn-plays; o, lippies
get blathering by
o, we pointilise gold big-ben as we seek bell-nippies;
and worlded rolled kid-ken nooses nous to de sky

and death answers back to the backsidings in ice

*
champers of sweet red rain rinsess cods under hams
and a modeller of bled pain
appears cut down where a pisser peals street-stands
with urinals and dirty money

the eateries aside fat debutantes use fascinators for
an eagled lashy bladder-bat
and we sidle aside swaggerers when sweet rats score
ferine canine points from elderly killers
and we well up in a cool wet store
and we swell up: O, once upon wards, terminuses
came carrying curatives across bawds
and a filthy local flower caused dents to snore

Uh, a scone inside jammy butter appears dowsed
with a keen use of fairy drums
Uh, a scone inside lady mutton appears stunned
with easy bluesers whose swing-times gut guns
and, once cupped, noosers spring gut from suns

O, eyers glow like the visionless night
O, eyers flow, and wicked knickerless sex-mites
get dragglered across de lost moon
and, la la, weavers cross de crashed moon where
a tattler leaps from a murdered sweet high-chair

La La La La?!!!

*
the evil modelling sweetie of a gull-girl will use coda
to grind female sleep down to lust
and, o, a fatalist whose body gets lulled, will suffer
all vaginal sofas
o, evil shuddering easy bloods comes cutting soda
and, la la, mysterious dirty-dates get wed to sonar

the evil modelling biddie of a sky-child uses ciders
to fragmentise dates with mushrooms; and sidlers
get rinsed aside burgeoners of glassrooms and idlers

uh a mythical cow on a sad hill gets milked till sore
uh a chemical crow on a mad hill gets pecked till sore
oo, a familial fellower under dill come hooting whores
east to west, where tangerine topplers bugger musclers

and, uh, a seesaw of pity gots badly broken; and liars
come affirming that city-clots get will-spoken for spires,
and the whirling cat who eats rock
will punish men with bloods;

ah, this wide wetted dank world has lost its women
here and now. O, we weep for dust and red carrion.

*
drillers for sex-oils will hereby slacken
o, grey wards use foils for gardens
o, day dawgs use coils for darkened
holy skin,
and a natal spire proves god's State
as cool as father hymns

ah, fizzers, striped, gets fed to slate
ah, trippers, sniped, gets fed to crates,
and easy caterwauls of dying limbs
ah, gripers after pints get slammed
and, dyked, fathers will use dams to

sink mouldy missions under sea-stew
and, uh, a naked season
melts across ice all years; and dudes
get sunderising hands and feet

drillers for sex-oils will hereby slacken
and, steeled, coils will hereby darken
all keen children
and, o-la, cool spools will sweat till

all racist senses are hanged until
scarring devil caucasians.

*
the madams of pure macadam appear to re-tar
this mad life's roads
o, fathers of Eve and Adam sears eyes with stars
la la, de coded bods of evil Abaddon
sinks Poseidon aside dizzy Leviathan
o, mammas who coo will extend arms to Mars

the madams of pure macadam appear to stir
blind porridge aside city curs; and cursed furs
drape a daddy scribe
across blue fields where regal cries cut curves
directly under bellies and blinds
and cafeterias give rise to burnt birds

*
the salmon-pink cat of this canny canine world
hereby spreads rattlers
o, de trouty tearers of battlers come using gold
to star-anoint bells under cattlers
and, spended, tatterers use mingy ferine girls
to slenderise a caresser underneath soft curls

the salmon-pink bat of this creepy feline world
causes fat cats to live forever
o, a molten bed-fox sizes peal from feathers;
and a darling dolly
gets scuttered when an eater of brollies swirls
impassable jesus-fingers at a hot hill of pearled
baby-body-batchers

and madams of pure macadam appear to use scars
to sodomise acrid windscreens,
and de devil in de bibled screams use sitars
to serenade praying ramming indian mirrors
and we get hard for sin
and we get carved from hymns
and, lo, masoners of malted limbs get murdered

ah, salmon-pink caps don bowlers with spin
doomy deniers of flaps
ah, a trouty kink caps sonnies and fast skins
gives arousers to the streets of feeling dirty;
and, la la, coddlers of meats
become clotted; and bruisers of slept honeys
come slinking from
medallion cars and the cats who drive de sun

directly home pounce on geese then use guns
to render sweetness from cat-pieced
furry prism-sparking tigons and ligrons in fleeced
holy animal spaces; and doggies get greased

*
doggerel in a plain parcel yields sapphics to rods
stayers, spind, abuse muscles
and a daisy moon, washed, gets bolted to gods
and, oo, as we ride from death
then we sail out to find cryers under bled gob

neutered, a valley sign gets star-fed to saved sex
suited, a ballet mind gets car-spread,
and a doctor to denial
grows and grows, just like a cancer grows;
and easy bridlers get badly bitten by crows

doggereal in a plain parcel yields sapphics to bods
strayers, palm-paved, seal fields aside bruisers,
and a natal bed-native
shares its cage with both capricorn and cancer

*
oo whilst reading the news of the screws, a mad man under wine
comes studying my rainbows
oo whilst crying about truths
a madam of shrift macadam nooses holy roots
and bodiers of gnits
get shovelled under lips; and a candy father hangs sea-fruits

neutered, a gallery of spind skin gets lathering; and coots get
dashing across guns and lovers
o a naked nuclears hand extends fevers to murdered brothers;
and eyers, deafened, glow just like a mind
and spirallers, missioned, uses a mad mind:
And these emptying bird-words get studded.

*
oo a posterior of demure star-corned reflectors use daddies
to sink pot-whiskeys under green mammies
oo a fascinated bearer of card-porn uses bottlers for rodded
heart-reamers of holy man-jacob
la, me and mentalising sand-jobs grip to mesh when rubies
appear sun-founded by grandiose lips
oo a posterior of demure sea-fawns explode into flour
and de pharoahs of impure mind-storms will use flowers
to mix fats in de eyers of bakewell soul-towers
and pluralities of burned tyres use bead-cells for makers
and nakedness, gob-turned, accuse lights of feeding fakirs

oo whilst reading de news of de screws, a mad man in lime
comes weeviling for weepers when a sodded laddy uses grimes
to anoint jacob marley with genuflectors of filth and dad-crimes
oo where a nuclear gnome-moany flexes breads with dimes;
and lino boys whose snip pond-drakes
oo a laden ladeller of slit stuns a doll of a snake from wynds
and, hah, some vinegar ties thrum
then hagglers of cinema wives get noosing starred dumb vines
and, laboured in kinema, brides appear oozing dizzy swine

oo a posterior of demure star-corned deflectors use ladies
to sermonise demeter with dirtying diamate streets when cavvies
get pulled unto planet hell; and dizzy diamante feeds rabies
and, lawned unto earthed cells, a dukedom of faces uses babies
to cause happiness in a cradled divine seashell

Uh. we will shoot pecks for swards then crack-up...
Uh Uh Uh..

*
the delicate diners who sit in one million restaurants
and, la, drivers who crash lip
must sunder painted olives
and, feinted, fatal fantastic kits shatter
and, sainted, fotal mind-porridge-plastics appear
force-fed to seasons

a perfect mad child on an imperfect dark day
hisses when ice curls up and up;
and easers of christs shut hands in nuts: graves
drop dead and wet bread faces aside peekers;
and you and I used to know almost everything.

*
oo a clitty of a febrile sword stabbed a mansion
oo a petty skirt-moon suffered bird for kitchens,
and the oozers of israel cause christ to breathe

oo a clitty of a female sward swabbed red grass
with dizzy hypnotisers of bread, jam and casts
oo nylon peeing horde gets greased by plasts;
oo, and we weevilise the horns of life
and, spind, wed weed hoots for venal night

oo a clitty of a febrile sword stabbed a mansion
oo a city in a pert skirt washed fists inside skin
and, once below a mind, i oversaw spun Isis
come snipping hocks from porny birds: stasis
has to seem delinquent while still a baby; O, sin

singles out de devil-past from satanic sex-wind;
and zillions of evil-masts cause venus to hit limbs,
and the loitering lips of a pig-smile crashes for
purile hills where handsome claws gave in to ores

uh uh....reaping rapine sea-wards gut hot scores
uh uh....readers of petallers use books for oars
and prisoners of parents interfuse hermes with hector
and, lobbed for lolly, renters move buds to tears.
uh uh....reaping rapine bee-lords gut soft whores

and patency yields de vulva medals that seed-store
peddlers of puss-fats to riders of fay martin wards

ooohhhh.....

FINITO!!

JDB 06/10/2021

work-in-progress title: The Amnions Of Hireling Heroes
first draft poem then poem-song

the amnions of hireling heroes come hooting down death's nose
o, onions inside blue pogos peer under ice where dufflers close
tyrannical lies,
and painted men use kine to form husbandry from a black rose

o, amnions of heaping zeroes come hooting till death's robes
get famishing for renal stoned stoves,
and billers get an earring shoved ear-deep; and salivators
come hard where kids scream.

*
the evil ovens that lead beds to warred wool-wards must fuse
conical yoyos with eyeless blues
o, heaving while panting, chemic shoes use bells for interscrews
and rolly-roasters deal jams for arcanas

o, even fawkesfires may well get startled by november-mama
and, made sweet as urine,
when wine gets reaped, a tangible canan bagger uses moods
to supper for cheese and brine

and a painter of weeds comes curving ken around bruised
naked nous-plates
o, a faceless renal kidney-rider got fed to mother time

*
the amnions of hurtling stations get ripped apart by
twinning twixy searings
o, bluesy bedfires come sharpening blown bobs till
issuers of easter-xmas heed peelings

o, a tiddler of a tiny penis-hand grasps to pure wood
and, once dredged, poolers of pans lease pure blood
to heart masoners;
o, even fawkesfires rend cock-cans from gases

and dental men on a high hill climbing get washed
with penalty brooches and terminal cancer-cloths

*
amnions inside weeping skulls appear shattered,
and nakedness gets reeling
across painters of clogs and eating mind-smatter:
o, operators of fever-feuds get masked in killings.

o, a tiddler whose penis-pot uses pee for dreaming
o, a fiddler whose penis-slot uses wee for ceilings
must serenade dogs and deniers
and, la la, we use gods to sunder venir with
dusts and plural buds

and ices under lobbed kid-lollies melt aside pigs

*
o, come easter-xmas, molified makers will surrender
glued cars to witnessing pictures
o, come easter-xmas, sacrificial bakers use blenders
to supper after veins and duped dictators

o, amnions inside raping eyes will suck a nut when
a red-blue spaceless aviary,
and, rended, baby women get read to while gems
appear strangled by salts and de peppers in gin

o, amnions will-grounded shed boxed seed when
gluey grey cars get mutated
la la,- we come while standing
la la,- we spurt smiles at the utmost ends of evenings

and the phenomenon of impossible easter-xmas gets
trapped in a small fire
and we shall walk on spires
and we will eat funerals as luminous kecks die for
a keen mad world raised from wards

*
the helplessly happy with doomy eyeballs come
scar-screaming; and holy hens use hips for lung
oo, a native pussy pig-piece gets wailing and guns
come papa shooting fig-fleeces
la la, once across ceilings, we saw uterine suns
come bragging for lunar-faeces;
and easy body men force fists to fish for fleeces
oo, a baying boning loud boy
comes tantalising rubies with female tit-boys

the helplessly happy whose doomy spy-halls
heave hidden cameras
will, made tameless, use hammers to cut molls
and, closed up, issuers of drammers use bols
to get snappy across fields and softness
and, once along a book-mind, illegal tissues
appeared surrendering to a blue-book flag
- a painter of pisseries must blort for cabs
- a flavour of factories dons dumdums from

nakedness, unfound in a blue screen, ahhh,
a capering killer sound reddens mean marks
and markersons shoot towel-towns
and goofy gold-gobbies
appear here and now searing bodies with Arks
and youth and I paid a penis-trip to the buddies
and meese in wee-tides
get scuffling

the happy hapless sex-freaks who don scabies
must, swarmed, get beaked by blue-bed-dairies
and, when day, while opening cloths, strangeness
will arrive crying forever; and headpieces cut

out.

*
dive-bodied men who come to sleep will dine with
crazy bully gems
o, tragic valleys use hems to sermonise old ribs
o, magic brollies use hens to cause dirt-egg to rend
puddy pie from meaty heady pussy; and grey men
get lapping from damagers
and, once strapped, hitlers, choked, uses friends
to sky-murder everyone

drive-bodied men who come from sleep will feed
icers of frozen kitchens where minds fell for seed;
and, once crapped, i use burners for cellar-feed
and, once macked, coat-kids will steal purse-pee
o, damagers of crazy mazy soap-pigs must reeve
sweeteners with dammy plumed thumbs,
and, la la,- masoners of crystal lungs wilt

ah, hapless brewed happiness hits feeds as silk
appears dunced with cords and umbilical milks;
and whippy pony-piths drive horses to ladeners
of rilk-renders who
force migratory hues to fascinate bird-booze

this wept stung-nerve of time will hear all minds
and baddy booze will toast dun vines
and mutant cocky toy-hearses supper for wine

uh.

*
easterly arising boy-coasts accuse beds of feeling
everything; and eyers of paeds cause lead to
reel for de beast;
and, hooped, a hoot of a hero will use ceilings
to pulverise all sleep
and, la la, riders of meat will supper for yeast;
and idealises sky-write men under beauty

and acrid crisscrossings can de can when
dirtying natal car-kissings will sweat for Lady;
and ochres of deafeners
come, just like a deadener, after murderers
o everything aside a sea-mind will fragment
all dives and nudist bead-mines

easterly conniving gal-ghosts accuse scents
of pulling hands across gull-hosts; and rent
appears rended under blowers and car-tents
and, la la, a cruel shit store will sell vents to
dumb dufflers; and a ward must swell in dints
and, uh, a sovereign black-tie glisters as she
softens necks with hanged hot-drapes

and acrid crisscrossings man Man where bees
collapse underneath a blown mist;
and misty mam-men will suck a list for lips
and mazy slam-men will fuck wristed teas
and teas get reeling in the East: ah, soft trees
moan as loud lovage nooses mad feasts

*
fusers of farted mind-delis use bags for easy litter
o, denuders of carted bellies,
while rocked, get diving after losers and bed-rippers;
and a hunter under rain captures dolly roaches
la la,- we come partnering bell-psalms when coaches
appear strangled by Which and cheese and wine
o, deluders of hearted spine-dollies must use minds
to sodomise buried milks aside drakes and star-twines

fusers of carted fart-wheelies use slags for easy ripplers
o, colluders of bethlem rabies uses crags for dribblers;
and booted phlegm-hens noose grey stags
o, bald rain soaks nudies to the utmost bone
and, once made crooked, a deviller of violet scones
appear scented by familial freaks
and dizzy diamate girl-hens get stoppered

Uh, a digger of druggards confutes gold mopers
with de less received; and suddering old peppers
come slicing beards for islands;
Uh, a swigger of mad bawds confutes old poppers
and, oo, once dried, i senses walls come using dust
for canterbury grins and the sad states in de country

and acrid crisscrossing man Man where blonde bees
come crying after ice-diving sea of hair; and beads
get star-traded for funny funerals and naked trees

Uh
*
these peering popsicle sex-waves that cause sin to pee
appears aside petrol-beadings
and we believe in petal-burnings where baths at sea
come revolving in de past; and eateries under sweet bees
come devolving dust to masts
and, lo, a deadener of a birded facial
comes layering buds with barks and easy moonish
macadamers of madam scarlet

these peering popsicle sex-graves that force fists to
summer-scream for solar parents
will sodomise dreams with sonar patients to varlets
oo, a speyer of cool rats get dragged from cements
and coded cicadas inside pets
cry for the furry faces of keen cats and canine blues
and, la la, weepers suck milk-weeepies from screws
and, o-la, creepers under dipped dweebies
get softening

and mental pharoahs get wound in mummy cloths
and sireners, made wet, soaks skin with rolled
dreary bathrooms where a naked witness clues
get sent to eager rhetorical nuked sleep; and roofs
come suppering
and menial bed-swings feed apples to bat-wings

uhhh,- mutators of rings affix candles to winds
uhhh,- dilators, gobbed, fix cables aside winds
uhhh,- dictators, robbed, affix cradles to winds
and, la la, once across de Father, atomic bastards
will hereby come homeward to find holy gizzards

and heretic snapers use eyes for minds when sin
gets cauterised by fishers of pies and blown limbs

*
the velvet eyer of soft lost clothes appears rented to nude prisms
o a svelte minder of coal-rusts
has to sunder bone china; and a rider on pure dust hisses after
blinders of blue prisons;
and a darling screw dashes salt-stir down peering stairways;
and, la la, staring mad lashes dream of a medieval prayer-play

the velvet eyer of soft crossed clothes appear scented with gism
o a pearler of a funeral pyres
gets gasping; and a local fatal squire comes homeward to find
a dramatic lesion made hot as a dead girl
and a massive stanchion will render sex as soft as a dirt-mind
and riders along stations

swoon for digitalis; and handlers of mictions pee for lissoms

Uh
*
sisters to the dead drool as missions flower
o, daughters to soft fools
come sizzling when lost mules that use fuel
get glistering where no men shower,
and a deadener whose wax-fur gets spooled
must gob on mean glass
and i love the taste of broken glass
and i adore the face of ash-awoken grass

and mental pharoahs get wound in nuts
and menstrualisms, shadowed, suck mutts
o, as a damsel in a screen
appears rended, then a dulcinea in cream
uses hairnets for the users of blue sluts

sisters to the dead drool as seamen flower
o, doctors to lost fools
come hissering across manxes who tower
against a hydra-cross where tashes from cuts,
and i hurt my mind today
and i flirt with limes as i don a fast grave
and mictioners of mines mines for crazed
coffin-pictures

and mental pharoahs get wound in pus
o perfuming sweet pillows cause soft mush
to get suppered for de forks of a knife-mood;
and lasers under dawgs
appear shended by lungs; and musical sleuthes
become naked as bloods; and histrionics
get gutted by dramaturgy; and witherers
get glutted by grey memory; and mythical dinners
may well season cake with dowers

hah, sisters to de dead drool as fired men seem
star-scraping lunacies of jewels
hah, sisters to de red drool as pyred men seem
car-caping impunities in foods
and we entertain god-dogs
and we entertain god-cats; and we use canteens
and we accuse diners of shaping sick-latrines

O. a silly statue gets smoothed by Desdimona?

and national peacedoms appear fed to thefts
and irrational pee-hens appear fed to soft pets
and, la, whence wisdom widens for deaths then
thundering rain-dealt women will cut gentlemen
ah, a facer under pelts
gets transfixing tundras with whelps when hems
get seamless as a crocus eater inside a lens
gets petrified just like a prehistoric bride; and
deniers on the fast ways to county sleep will ram
featherers of giddy gabby gold
with feral farms that erase dukedom with old
mettled ragged men.

*
pens and plural poems peer inside
coded zen
men and female skin have to ride
against tossed tides
and a bed of bones
breaks
uh pens and plural poems peer
inside a dyed world
.
when a house of sucrose sears
old seas
then a mouse of laid love hears
all songs
and a pinning pusher of tears
reels inside the East
uh

pens and plural poems peer inside
coded gems
and we died?

*
the pushers of plaintive noise have to
scream down all days
the riders of painted boys
scream down all graves
and we arise to find a cunt-cave
cracking under crapped crock
ah

the pushers of plaintive noise have to
cream up and up
the bikers of a sawn slut
collide with coffee cups
and a car upon a layby has to cut

out,....

we have the names by heart
we have the names of the dark
and we sail to death
and we sink for sex
and we have the hissing wrecks
sliding down a mouthed

skirt

and I got hurt?

*
when skirted menkind drops a knifed wheel
then horrifiers will shorten death with reels
and sunderous bled men hereby shift nets
against horny heretics and the way kids feel
and hipping hippogryphs cum deep for eels
and snapping trampolines use jumpers for
a new-fangled way of jumping necks; O

FINITO!

*
07/10/2021

work-in-progress title: Dogdayed Eremites Who Play With Molls
first draft poem then poem-song

dogdayed eremites who play with molls will hereby growl
o, catty sea-amonites get sky-strangled
and the slaughtered flowers get drowned then rolled
beneath men and waters

sea-trilobites get sunken where an enemy straddles
heart-teeth with winged skulls;
and doctorings, drained, use saddlers for family

*
oo, petrol dummies star-rummage aside dogs and missions
oo, dettol mummies star-rubbish with gasolene curtains
oo, petrels, sloshed, get sunken into hot rain and kitchens
get, once rubbed, a solid job in a baker-butchers; and
violently sick, purplers grasp to de hotel gideon bible

dogdayed eremites who play with dolls get entranced
by catty witcheries when
eaters of decorous bell-brens shoot foods dead;
and, yeah, we extemporised ourcellves while will-read
and we donned canny smiles
and we scrammed for horses when

the bluesing streets of feeling dirty stride unto death

*
dragglers of money men get lassooed to cowy cunny
la, doctors to dizzy pouncers will
get star-scraping
o, meddlers of honey men get clappy when god-hills
come suckering doomy fables with trampling mummy
o, diddlers of bunny cables get shrimped by ceilings
o, piddlers, used, shake pee-sprinklers
up, up a showy wall where drivers drove till killed

oo, magaziners cause sweet whelpers to fuck dust
oo, dibby carminity causes droppers to shift lust
from dissemblers of ashed faces and cuckoo women

*
dabblers of ideal drabblers appear sliced by naked rooms
o, piddlers inside meals come scarpering till led to dunes
and, rapiered, wived wheels come shouting all year long;
o, superb grey-reels sit beside personified radio-songs;
and dreamers of sweet lips
hereby get stretched by wild wounds and salt-trips

dogdayed instamatic crow-christs get heated for kits
and, la-la, curates to low-mice get heated for gnits;
and the canyon-crayons of one million maces use tits
to turtle-ride across lose-all men;
o, the dafteners of child-xmas prove god's word will
sentinelise mushy weed with easily spoken song-trills

huh

*
cafeteria men drink from some meningital cold-tea
o, ashen diva-stink use a blocked loo for a country;
o, waxen hens use some iced summers to
cause better egg-cupping
and, rosed, leg-snappings use christ-winters to marry
city deacons to faultless judas-killings

dogdayed, dragglers of marked visions come near
the aldebarren gas-stores of
chicken chillers and beltaners in gobbed sweet tears,
and catted coacher kiddies
take a hooky holy cat to the juice-sides of screenings

and once upon a rhyme, bad students of errors will
hereby shut the heads in hot doors
uh, cafeteria men drink hooped stone as child-bills
get skirted by holders of bled toys

*
coming under drawn spades, a draggler of demons uses sheds to
hide a killer moon
o, slamming porn, raiders of Mars use flavas to summon roofs
and, once enwombed, a maggot in screws uses sirens for hoofs
and, rendered dead, ivories under ebony sleuths
get sent to easy riders of dukedoms and pompidores; and noon
gets fed to slavers

coming under drawn spades, a raggler of serums uses beds to
grind a river moon
o, ramming gloom, prisers in cars use razors to summon runes
o, damming dunes, killers in bars use labia to suck across rhuem,
and a dogdayed wicked river
comes shying across fay liver

as a daddy donkey boy gets scissored, then a fotal sea-shiver
must sunder cakes with soft slivers
and, under crepes, a sweetener of panny pissers must use ice
to season baby-rice
and, oo, as diced tree-mice get trapped then sun-cooked, life
must arrive back home to find plates awaiting

riders of roman baskets; and romancers get fed to easy christs

*
once sliding aside spind sin, a layer of looseners will use rites
to surrender wives to spun star-winds
o a rider of eyes will suck upon brine as a bodice under lime
gets sauced with lady canteens,
and a hollowed mind moon must scatter scuffers across timed
body cock
..
*
ripeners of masticating egits get muckered with debutantes
o, driven gob, tashed, seems star-fed to robotic spring-cats
o, ripening sundials appear too hot for death's solarity; and
daffy graveners come suppering for rot when lovers slam
champagne bristols aside families of damp, dust and clams

coming under drawn slaves, a wagoner of sireners crams
distant wheel-TVs with digitalis and loud visual head-jams
o, ripeners of masturbative mood-moles was lost hands
and, doctored, marshers of discontinuity sink islands
under blue birds

a daddy doming donkey-height grips to suckotashes
la la, mommy monkey-mikes sings for holy rashes
and rushy hem-men who sew sugary dung get glasses
sleeving tiddlers of lob-men
with homeless gods and the flirters of sunny arses

and de cyrano in the moon dropped gently down
in a creamy lunar hot-air balloon;
and crafed moon-minge comes snippering gold sounds
with madam macadam close to blooms
and boned bombs smash sticky lathers with urgers
of blorters

la la, wave-waiters to dizzy grinders serve no food.

when silenced by diners, i saw a swarthy cummer in the dark
gathering up lemon bees from de Beast; and i cut fingery sharks
with prodded buller sand which trickles from treacled boy-tarts;
and easers of pealing watch-strands bubble across sugar-sparks
and, la la, a donuy of a cock-cram clappers vinegar inside Arks;
and, lo lo, a hummy hitler-ham handles nancies with brown-arts
and we weedle under sticker-scram with pokers of bell-barks
.
Arrowers of natal navel-nubs rub paladin with forcing farts
O marrowers of fatal cradle-clubs rub aladdin with love-carts
and a mower on its sensual side widens under lippered hearts
La La La. Weeders of yellow weirs wire secret signal marts
with a lazy loony wanky shanky shandy sucrose mammy-marks
and i hastened to a public loo when devouring hissy skid-marks
and, oo, i am assured that sin will eat its fish-n-chips in masks
and wiveners of soap wode eats doners in a naked opened loo.

tidal sparrows die for meadows and a shriller of a night-nude
ennooses eaty Ides from shadowed bone-bridlers of screws

wow, these even droopers who sink sex into a drop-tank
will hereby sermonise coopers under tips
and, o, a sashwide stare goes hooting for Abaddon while
terrifyers of gold windows
appears rendering god's ghost to sleep; ah, grey smiles
abuse tashes when a daddy for sleep dribbles shadow
and, la la, a latent chicken comes clucking for Maria?

*
the hanky-panky of ten zillion eyes leer for urchins
la, seated panters use zens
and, oathed, a guilty parish makes dirtyers send
demeter to dangerous gems, and a fatal wig-spin
sinks revolvers under blue baths,
and, sunderised, thudders of bruised masts will
focalise denny denuders with cellphones up hill

o tidal facers get strummed by ash when drills get
waxen and choc-filled with sweet hash
la, seated diners in a sea of pigs comes using nets
to spiderise drunks
la, tidalisers, sea-spooned, get galoshes in jets
come sliding in harness
across depleters of glasses and painted ink-pets

wow, de hanky-panky of ten zillion tears pee for
a deranger of dolls a
ah, lapped by molls, a gaga gangster whose whores
get stone-created by sculpters of granite: o, wards
come creeping for sleepy silly gannets;
and darlings to claws get sharpening when bawds
got bone-stricken to the verymost endlessness
of stoners and kitchens

tidal sparrows die for meadows as a shrilling moon
comes petted by jeery heavy sexy-loam
la la, petalled, mental eerie beddy bird-phones
get shrapnelised where a codded ace of plaice moves
doomy deniers to horses and tired screws

ooo, we came to bear a spastic sword when lubes
got sunken beneath torn eye-plasts; and ripped tubes
get hit by tumblers of vitriols
ooo, we came to snare a mastic moor where crews
came digging for Ikley Bodies
ooo, a chipper of a chippy chops fists with smoothed
battery sweet cider-fridays

and i have seen de head of Loves being shovelled
beside expensive cabbies
and, uh, once sent to bed, loon dovies get tissued
across a wicked fascinating Canterbury grin
and wiveners of masturbating spy-cities get spind
directly aside brooders of pied meat-daffies; Oh,

these sharpeners of oozers will hereby shoot sin

*
at de bodies where a lime-housed harlot sprayed
a pizza-sex which layers mind with violets
comes sharing sweetening anchovies with caged
illing willy fingers;
and micey meteors at sea stick diners up crazed
moulinex bathers
lo, a riffler in a glass rock-band get led to slayed
bobby armour

at de bodies where a mind-house gets using clits
a bunny spain-sex gets thumb-fed to oozing lips
wow, i lived in the xmas-easter gift-wrappings and
oo, once bulliers of chalky sex-snappings use sand
for the intimate purpose of shooting
robbers of robins;
and chemic conifers appear weeping milk when
seasoners, scrammed, leer from windowed cock-zen

and i have seen de beds of sex-trains come sending
doomy desertifiers to fictional sex-stains in Wessex;
and dooblers of chinny boiled original chinos sees pins
come thralling from the face of crossed eager packets;
o, darkeners of suns get night-lit
o, starkeners of guns get light-stripped
and, leavened, i heard de jacked kid next-door come
racketing till a rocker in the moon
will sermonise amethyst; and tailors stitch meat from

biddy ropers whose soapy snare washes sin from
a falsifying crisscrossed sea-prayer; and wine storms
an evil elementary gree genoa;
and, oo, dead family will come haunt school-desks

uh.

*
whence elderly elderberries use plumes for pans a laden naked sea-stem
comes scarring eyes with cherries
o whence easy eastern ferries use ships for hands
then, weakening, fascinating daisies use lips for brigands
and, la, when a weeper sunders babies then crypts aside rubber bands
get shafted under sneakers
and, sundered, loathing mind-mirrors nuke a boner with easy england

whence elderly blueberries use rooms for rams a latent naked brain-gem
comes stirring minds with juiced laddies
o once upon a ground mine, a lasher of lipids will drink to dairies when
breakers of suns shend cats with rubies
oh, a dizzy creeper rends rats from rabies when sniffers of old women
get blown, just like a rose gets blown

harpers under daddy queens must send ruby kings to medical sleep
la la, sunderers of mummy deans must send baby rings to fatal heat
and, once dried, a miraculous skinner of hens must use lost meat
to render dummies stone-dead
la la, harpers under hairy dreams must send booby bins to litter-wheat
la la, hurtling fathers send screens to lust as daffy limbs sunder bed
with gloomy dreamt sea-bread.

*
issuers of teenaged witches will snap along a cellphone
ah, tissuers of vernal bitches
come summering through a cool wet void; and stone
appears reddening a slewer of dudes with sweet scone,
and a raveller at sea
gets pistiling groomed leas where a city aside gold bees
come smoldering for lazy moans
and creators of hirelings come shaving female pixies
from gal-given elvins
and, focalised, dragooners forces emeralds to use teas
to fatalise mod racooners with
shattering shop-squids that lead merriment to grids

ah, scutterers of dairy kids use a star-lamp when
fishers of mud-minnows feed swifts to fished hens
ah, issuers of teenaged magwitches will suck on drones
o, a patient to delude-America will sodomise grey scones
which, baked aside ova, get searing with creamers
and the dizzy dead undead gut glisterers with
illegal shouters of de cock
ah, acritudes cum huffing spots where diamond pigs
glance dirt from a hissing road
and, oo, these roads of feeling dirty damage fig.

*
the ghost of a bluebottle flew aside my head
o a god of cancer wing-hanged me from dead
waspy lives
o eyes of deaf scent shelled mamma as hides
rammed stinkers into chlorine
aahh

the ghost of a bluebottle blew away my bed
o a dog of camphors swing-severed
sold bitten ores... La, a slitted egg-rocker
rams dizzy fairy guns when a cop of leather
eats a creamed glitter bowel-dinner
uhh

after the fall, (when once we died), sins
may well supper for alien city pleasures
& the Fall of Man
crams curded Peter Pan (with bare hands)

*
these are the rhinal words i use to soak
dragonflies for the birds cellves choose to rope
to cabiners of salts and peppery pigeon-soaps
and a latent butcher-baker chops meaty cock
to find the girls of God chomping on bread-rock;
and addlers of pearls
come swabbing swirlers with earls and saddlers
and troving quicky men use pearls for cracklers

these are the rhinal words i use to dope
dragonflies for blue curs; and cussy efting powders
drop a toad in a slop-tank as
parenters to coves cut de gallows from pullers
and riddlers of clothes
hiss on a fanfaring sea where rivulets cuss tellers
with nicely blown noses and the eyes of Kaplan

Eh?

*
09/10/2021

work-in progress title: Pushers of Pleaders get Gun-Glutted
first draft poem then poem-song

pushers of pleaders get gun-glutted when ten seasons on a whorl
appear lusted for halflings
o, pisseries, melted, don dud blue movies when daughtered girls
get scented by robes and defunct videos

pushers of puzzlers get beckoning as a bell-psalm dream for curls
o, fisheries, raised, get reckoning with glass
and, slayered, teethers under stiffenings use masks for stereo.

ah, shrivers of shrivellers, staged, cage cock-hearses where swirls
get jesu-spangled
and, la la, fishers of kangaroos must ride to sleep and whirl

forever

*
pushers of kitchen reel under times as daisy diaries come
transfixing bones to eels
and, made plural, riders of seals get sunderising flue-lungs
and, oo, murals of drivers
appear stamened by rivers

pushers of kitchens reel for hidden food-litter and lovers
fragment when a bobbled boat across five seas
comes bobbing from starvers of lost
daddy dingoes

ah, shrivers of swivellers are hereby cunted by cities

*
oo a pusher of felinity gets margarine-mangled where
idiots pee from a dark chair;
oo a lover of felicity gets scared
and, made mother, motel-fathers get led to dyed air,
and, o, a puker of hotel-leaders
gets moon-fangled with proctorates and deaf hair

oo a pusher of blue family gets tangerined by papers
la, egits use a vermouth piss as deniers hang peepers,
and dolters on the run fascinate maimed lenins;
oo a pusher of fierce memories will
hereby rot and pine away on a stalled hill

*
dredgers of dresden get goyled by filthy road-writs,
and mollifiers in gardens
shoot for cabbage when potato-tomatoes dig pips

dredgers of berlin debt get shrunken when lips
yield mutterflies to bony fieldsides
o, devillers, swarmed, use strings for riversides

oo a boy who sheds vermouth piss hereby slides
dizzy light meats into television
and, lasered by, sweet growl radios stop 4-ply

oo a gal-boy hips to an ocean-bit will use sky
to sermonise tut-tits, and birdy palavars drink
sky-lit suicide as meddlers of labile pink-rinks
get serialising rude rape with shirty minx-ties

and eagling sifting melon-drams toast tides
and blurry dates and rotted prunes uses sides
to spiralise dons with cotted rooms; and lies
use faceless falsifiers to knot cicada seasides

*
rodeo-ruiners supper for ice where bellers of christs
have to shed vine-urine
o, radioers of lovers store mice in cellars when lights
appear star-splendid; and whoredom, belled, detest
all suited crawlers
o, rodeo ruins use dinner for lice where deli-dice
amuse bubonics with sindlers

and we form a famisher from false limbs as spikes
come sinking delimited drums with spirals: life is
a fierce bowl of money
acah, creators of gold make honey
and diggers of souls use monkies for gabbies
ah, depleters of mols use periodics to slumber for
old bag streets of feeling dirty

rodeo-radio smells of teen-eyries as eaglers store
sung heart-spirits aside dreams of guilty claws
and, laserers, liquid, sink coke into wires when
a barbler of linguid pinks soak broods under spoars,

*
the cardinal mind-cousins to a heart-dealer uses air
to sunder easy cake with nudes
ah, once along a snake, a reptile under robed flairs
appears draggled from shoes:
o, once boned, guns may well shoot soft dudes

o, derangers of silky tits use white-wash for screws
o, defamers of milky lip use mouth-wash for sleuths
and, under fire now, a wicked world seen murdering
gets flashy for kerosene
and a bubbler, scored, shoots up sky-creams
and a babby on wards appears deadened

the cardinal mind-cousin to a soul-felt car-stirrer
has to abuse deaths with christs
la la, ladeners, wrecked, fuse pigs to night as warders
raise creamy vaults from dregged grits
and wirers of dolts strum bedded brine-bits:
and the heapers of guns shoot beds with dead clit

oo, derangers come in lobbies now as greyers lick
applers and rotted lung-plum
and old islands appear hung from gum as cunt-kip
crusades for evil pear-cum
and, when once eyes stop, then venal mind-strips

will surrender ogres to sweet arrows; and crypts
will hereby render shavers as old as glass,

and weevillers shit...

*
carmine bedded bolster kids get shredded by swift malts
o, venal departers, with pig, get breaded with fish-vaults;
o, sinal sky-farters get egged with hornets and ashes
and, lo, carmine pillowers get wrecking after sad sleep

carmine leaded killer-pigs get spreaded for sardinia
o, vaginal mutants dress beers in lotus-leaves; and colts
get scared of brain-oats;
and summoners of a mad earl will hereby be scandaled
with irish-anointers of dopes

oo, mind-deceivers use a north ship to sail unto soaks
oo, spined receivers use a forced ship to sally smokes
and, defined by fuses, a daffy sea-demon will choke for
burials of sweet drowned blackberries

uh uh,- i have seen men at end of day trampling for
waxen night-life; uh uh,- i have seen graven whores
come widening puffers
uh uh,- eyers in my eyes loosen when easy sores

get ram-blasted; and i will use drams for sex-stores

AMEN AMEN AMEN...
2 to tomorrow, 2 to tomorrow: no-one here may face the sorrow
2 to tomorrow, 2 till bled mallows
get gutted under sawn dust; and eager beavers swim across shadowed
baby bunting bends
2 to tomorrow, 2 to tomorrow: nobodaddy dies for swallows and
oh, as kissers hiss across sex-ice
then blaggers under crypts must render christs as dead as England's
evil whiteness
Uhh as we ride from country sleep then we race across serums
Uhh as we cry, then we arise from meat
and woollen wolverines weep for tongues when vast hills sleep
across a puny wolf-tail; and, ah, we widen for gems as sirens
come deeply down in a drugged mind
O 2 to tomorrow
O 2 to tomorrow
O 2 until the clothes in meadows get greased up by talons
oooo we arrest salt faiths within blonde bays and falons
oh use the signs of waggerers whose cosine hunts maidens
oh use the spines of swaggerers whose blue whine hardens
oh oh; an acid teamster gives fay fallowers to swine-gardens
and we get out of town to find a red city underneath ravens
come spurting concrete vagina from cartels of easy dragons
oooo
oooo

*
issuers of fairy mermen use bended pins to strike after christs
uh, imagers of spun hens appear boarded by dirtyers: o, mice
come pecking for sleep
la la: idolisers of dirty cell cleaners appear rocked inside liced
ferine father-tailors;
and i make my way down brick-wall
and i shatter: o, a cocoa-demon comes roaring after
dune-dyed pizza men who sharpen gems with radio-larders

issuers of candy merwomen use rented pins with which to
strike while the dead will rot;
o, a daffodil cousin hereby cuts out;
la la, i will extend my mind-rock to saviours of doubt as
canny seasoners of bruisy crocks
get stabbing thighs
and doctors to sky-tribes will shampoo baby-cutings

oo, a heap of a head-man will startle bone with socks
oo, a sea of buds
may wells get stirred by drowned flowers; and clocks
come tripping de carrion hour where a town of bloods
appear spar-strangling
empirical ghosts whose abuse of hauntings maim muds

tissuers of coffee-men get gifted to dragglers when suds
come scudding in an emptied sea-bath; and coded loves
use tiny mutant monsters to etherise babby's mum-god

*
cramplers of milky meths-men become cold as public pools
o, dampeners, death-hung, heed a tube of wrens when fools
spits in the minds of nudes
la, la, enterprisers of a bluesing van of runes hits de shores

cramplers of evilers, rummaged, ignite reeds with scored
bridlers of genius father-saddlers
o, venirs, calf-dashed, uses veinous flutes to suck bawds
with ashing pyres that supper for de jive and dance-wards

tissuers of dreamy dolters become swift as the patent dead
oo, aside a potless mind, suns get shrift
oo, beside a fruited wynd, dolters in lifts cut beds from bread;
and sinal cigar-sap comes weevilling for horrendous hordes

and planners who use the beasts underglass to dry up must
hereby canonise the evil designs of girl-museums and dust
lo, once more death-raised, eyers of dirt must hurt musks
with fellowers of milked boyfriends

ah, verdant revellers climb to wicked meat when cat-cuts
ordain to star-heal every live and human thing; and red sluts
suck upon nuts: ahh, we widen for lip-limbs as skin shuts.

*
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.

*
lo skin-shitters will arrive home where beer bleeds
lo spin spillters will
delve for venom when lashers of hair heal salt-trees
lo skin-rivers will arrive home where bees receive
happy crows and slowed men

tissuers of sainted heart grows rude as nine worlds
la, counters of laser-crows reach out for girls
la, redoubters of the cock cause villagers to swirl
gassy mumbly sigmas beneath acrid lemon-pearls

and pluming planners use clocks for bricks where
pastellers come deranging boats with sky-hair;
and idioms of pushed fast women get combed where
cold life leaps up from a gentleman's chair: Oh

expressers of daisy milk uses teats for syphons and
rattlers of greenies get lambasted by stovers in sands;
and sanded beach-castles cause scurriers to use edams
to extemporise adult-slock that feeds sedges to
a loosener of silks and mops

ah, verdant revellers climb from a blue void when
elastics get snapping
ah, ancient devilling crimes stun a sweet boy when
all straight men listen to sweet rainbows
and a parent to missions
gets forcibly fed to fey cunt-prisons; and women

hereby arrive back home to find beers in need
and hissing hostesses have dresses that cause weed
to donkey-dope bedragglers with caustic sea-sleeves

and duping scar-hammers cum huffing guns when
leapers of leaded car-canners use rose-women to
sodomise neural blowers
and rooting star-crammers cum pinching mum when
deleterous infantilists
get hopped around a cotted wasteground; and
enemies resound with cuntionists where egg-england
gets lisping for saint-Ireland

and weavers of toasty sunday teas makes Wales
shine with divine words forever
and reapers of toasted mondays use Scotland
for making everything sing forever
o, a saturday child chases gingers down from
a naked nuker of atomisers
o, naked puzzlers grit toothed dividers when
cantering star-vines loosen wool then kill

everybody; and violative eyries murder hills

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

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

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

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

*
o, spun soiled slippers cause bald boots to catch fire and
oo, when once smaltz burns, a trickler of cunt-flax uses curs
to sodomise duped defilers
and, lo, a dud man gets born above rinks when hound-hordes
get puppified;

and an opened brain appears ravished by illegal children: boars
become transfixed with ava maria
o, gilded date-mien reels as kinema-kisses cum down an isle,
and stricklers of worm-meals
will sunderise the moon of pan

skin-snappered, cuppy dropped girl-bits cause a sex bus-load
to cut bled titties with gullers, and gullers get stabbed
oo, ivory ivy-girls marry gods to ebonies and shopped oaths
grass evil racists to a petrol moon.

ah, an opener of dinner holidays get soul-fed whilst goats
become billy-o with wanderers and heart-leaders
and, lo, weepers paint drills black
and blacks control shrilling birds with caring fierce hand

ohhh

FINITO.

*
10/10/2021

work-in-progress title: Passers of Indigo Adult-Exams
1st draft poem then poem-song

passers of indigo adult-exams get mown down
o, fathers of magoes get sweetening a false gown,
o, mothers to flat troves
appear deadened by neglect; and cellars under sounds
bypass grain with loaves

passers of indigo failures snap watchers when towns
get wrapped in mummy
and, made ochre, a dizziness of lepers gets drowned
under bluebirds and denial

*
indigo patients to fevers comes bedazzling handed peppers
o, serial car-boys appear silenced,
and faces that shine from petrol gets loaved with papers,
o, tawny ringlets
come extemporising cocoas with limitlessness; and roots
achieve cheap bunnies from ravens.

passers of imbecile darlings appear leaden with boots,
o, venereal budders suck on slits, and easy with shoots;

*
ah, an opener of lunching holidays gets gooseberried
beneath drainy favours,
and, lynched, rainy singers come aside a war of cherries;
ah, an opener to wringers must erect wards for berries

indigo patients feels for femurs when ferine dog-fire
comes howling in hound-heaven;
and a nappy world when bibber-babies weep mire
appears decanted from cradlers to evil paeds

ah, an opener of late night breakfasts cum killing
dazzlers of duked sky-paints,
and we weeble for zombies
and we ream tarts with vicar-hands; and we faint

forever.

*
oo, devillers of dune-din gets goosy with cum-ooze,
oo, revellers of moon-skin gets broody
with conifers; and oaken meadowers seize roots
from thumbless neckless sun-receivers,
and, loaned, a painter of bollocks must star-taint
all sleeves and all wives.

indigo parents to still-born armies appear wrecked
with easter-yuletides; and dressers inside desks
must serialise space-rot and plastic shadowers
o, when punching feckless bran feeds blackbirds
then dillers of green meshers
hereby rock across a blown crow-leg-scissor

*
these rancid daytimes, I use a flacid tongue for
head-rinsing self-baptisms in baths; and stores
come sharpening fatalisms
and, kissered, a lip-proof of stations spores
a kitty with feral rat-natalisms

oo, devillers of dune-dins gets fed to mazers
oo, levelling crosses come seizing peepers
and, laden, mosses under plums wake patters
with weird laddies;
and pinkers of daffodils shoot air from crappers

these rancid daytimes, I use an acrid tongue for
a muted signal-sign,
and mounted herons got dissolved aside wine
and, founted, herons got parroted
ah, a nippler of matron gets pleaded
and, la la, idiotic gummed guns shoot pleated

disembodiment of skin that dies for expletives

Fuck-off?

these are my dining days where i feed forks to lost faces
o these are fattened days
and, once starved by strays, i will feed sauce to slaves

these are my dining days when i feed creams to aces
o these are my obese trades
and, once forced to raise pulers from laces, then graves
must sunder picturers with blue bulimias; and plaids

get glutted now..

once upon a fat mind in a spinal world, cut cows
saw meddlers tending vaginal gals inside shut crowds
and a crower, spun, uses carrion to comfort clouds
and an owler, dunged, fuses herons to carmine blades

we get cutdown
we used a meat-town
we noosed rats to bats as we cooked an oven-pulse
and a holder in de East
gets sundering by bunny feasts
and a caterwaul of heroes glisters
and a wailed drawl gets fed to fakes and blind sisters

Oh, a keen and canny mind will bind sweets to vines
Oh, a meany honey-mind will bind peeks to twined
weepy angels

ahhh we get fed to starvers as stationary heart-hens
grow, just like evil children grow

*
the crabbin hook is let to front-door whores
the cabins under rooks are chilling outdoors
the sovereigns of de Lady spill hearts from wards
and a dunny bayer uses dogs for sweet wars
ah, a native killer breaches breads with sirens
ah, a fotal fever bleaches dark-heads dry; and gourdes
get suckered aside bones and skull-warfs

and whence victimnals dress down, a miller gets
fragmentised with daisy dumbers; and cold sex
wets a lost bed
and, o, whence gemming, towns aside rides get
swelling for bread
and, la la, pealers of devs come dervish-decked
with thistlers of scottish smiles

o, the crabbin hook is let to back-door vagina
o, the cabin-books are read to naked refiners; and
easers of dirty looks
achieve a skyer of demure rooks; and devil drams
get Martian

and whence victimnals dress down, a mirror gets
fragmentised with dairy dragoons the sides of peck;
and gabby moon-ribs use us
and lady star-kids use move us to raped tears
and, o, a hardener of shoes comes tying fuss
around suede-inglenooks when citying musks
appear fed to hired water

o, the crabbin hook is let to back-door jaw
o, the cabin-rooks get fed to rectal spy-saws
and, made from cooks, we bake buns as sauce
shrinks muscle-cakes down to nothing; and force
enlables shrewers with hitlers
and, la la, bobbin bats get pulleyed by gorsed
heady jackers of jazzy kippers

and whence victiminals dress down, a rider gets
easly rode across islands and highways; and kecks
appear kiosked deeply down a glass on a decked
vinyl CD-Digitalis:
and whirling hamlet-hands use healers for de mad
and purring hermit-hands use dealers for de bad;
and, once upon soups, I fed gravy to drunken crabs

O, the venalities of mummeries will drop apexes
across purifyers; and my headpiece cutters cases

all scarring eager bodice boys will denounce
easy riflers with liver-punnets
ah, scaring quiver-boys
appear decked,
and once across a net, i saw a dead chicken
come laying her final eggs
and, o, when rivers panic
then sidling seas use garottes for magnets

all scarring eager office boys will pronouce
dizzy drivers with loud granite
and, oo, we weep for clouds
and, oo, we reap whores from grey shrouds
la la, and my oblivious shroud-tales
use idiot sci-fi for insidious heart-sails

and, as cunny cries, then we will use veils
to summer-scan tides
and, as honey jives, then we will use hives
to sink VDs days deep
o, as we widen, then we utilise wasp-hides
to sermonise blues with peat

and i heard of light-meat-taping
and i saw growl radio shaving my killings
ah, a parental owl
hoots forever; and swanny Ledas towel
wet cats with easy trowels
and, la, as ice men cometh
then lighteners must shed fallen comets
across molded beefy star-punnets

and bullers of fist-fetes sell boxers to
distancers of lists sand bow-bells: nude,
bullers of kiddies
come hanging guilt in a school-room
and, uh, baited classrooms don dunes
and, la, misshapen miscreants cut tubes
with hapless child-cola-kisses; and,
once a cappler of gal-sodas get pans
sidling across hobs in dirt-kitchens; and

we wallow as we tread on pyred england

the pukers of pleasuring god-ladies uses sex for twine
o, rulers of measurings get lazy
and, once sea-slain, hitters to crazy busy mesh
get sodded with fast trains;
and, la la, we weave as pugs weep
and, la la, we cede slutteries to fast drains
o, pukers of treasures get greasy when city-canes
whip a bummy teaser
and, uh, a magical tawsy bum-slipper will stain
arse-verbals to adulters of cum-pippers

and spatial spider-lenders appear led to manes
and, petalled, eyers in blenders will use blue zippers
to cause menstrual baths; and, o, a naked rippler
gets waivering for masquerade
and, lo, a figgy building which cries as he falls
must personify a bedder of bitches; and rich palls
come pomandering pistolers of wytches with drawl;
and, oo, a masker of doom deniers
heat ear-waxes when a naveller of rimmers appear
happlily fragmentised

and here and now, burners of briders blow tears
across fattenerse of spurners,
and, O, me and a fotus must suffer coded spears
and, O, me and a locust must stiffen blue years
and, O, and we reel in the east as we gather spheres
and youth and bees will gather up the teas

the pukers of pleasuring god-ladies uses sex for brine
ahh, a wallh inside a ceiling
gets localised in a fascinating space where tines
strip a hot pompidore from a comb; and coke mines
see weird seams made cold as harvest-rain: swine
get buddy buttered

now.

*
the hooky nucleus of a monkey soul hereby renders gentians dead
o easy pulers send blood to mummies
and we in the mummy cloths are wound
and we, under statues, don pharoahs from cocoons; and tombs
hereby sermonise about grey zeroes
and we, under soft dew, sunder apexes with pyramidal daisies;
and odes to fingers
get cussed apart by delvers

the bookies who meld melters under gambolled betted aviaries
heed de holy drunken gee-gees
and a wheezy shrunken mind-tree drags bets from fatal beads
and, once cut, a dog under swine-bees
comes stinging laden lad-looks with saddeners under note-sheaves
and a coater of de races
appears fist-fed to greyhounders and naked stallion wagers

and a solid braggler who renders grandslams from eaten mirrors
will most certainly brag for female book-makers
and a poet in an idiot verse-tree thinks book-makers will render
a swiftening small money-waster from binders
and easy riders of red coined pawns
get shredded under lip-speak and mind-molted semaphores?

*
the garlanders of peasy pulmonaries raise fires from the coast
la, lug-sharpeners get geesy about absolute hero; and grey toast
appears shended by eyes and pictures;
and, o-la, dredgers in pine-wode woodenises a sexless host
and, o-ah, peddlers inside oak falonise a bed-hostess with
eaglers; and, uh, picklers in kinemas drink to vast head-cribs
o, a deus of satisfactions causes cork-cocks to cause ribs to
sink buttery ball-cracks to surrender walk to washy spun stews

and here and now, burners of bridlers blow tear-dealers where
a jinxer of a mountain renders gob-guardians
from peeing gal-vents; and a patient to gardens use sweet hair
to cause pompidores to succour loopers from raisined lairs;
and all duked rats within their lairs give dirt-rise to snared
envermined sewer-domains;
and drinkers for swift sea-stains pour smokes upon maimers
and, ooo, radicalisers of tea-trains poke purinas for catters

and here and now, benders of biscuit-phlegm acedes from suns
up to an utmost hill when zion caressed his ligon; and guns
shoot pistils from spiral flowers;
and, o, where sainted shadow bears black christs from power
then a vile ego of a scarpering white-sea-shower
gets issuing devil-racists
and, here and now, reddeners of cocoa-mien forges sexists
to sodomise parade when using a hard purple shit: cattlers
crime-create a keen state
where keen men and women get together regardless of colour

the garlanders of peasy factories raise bone-glass and dolor
gets car-piercers of pussy memories
ah, hammerers of fizzy kites hold chokers to cherry-doors
ah, tamperers of tipsy mites
cold-create mussellers from blorters of hard gism-whores;
and wiveners of cock-players cum crying for de bodies
and sodomisers of crock-splayers cum comforting
signums of riverers and pasters of chewers and rabies
and a sodden twelve-legged trancer gets gnitted to cafes

o, a latent shower-rat comes crucifying english herpes
o, a pendant to a flower gets looping cats with Hermes
and, while hectors fuse for Andromeda, a plaited gem-squeeze
appears patented with dog-men
and, la la, a moltenising fish-hen loses her yolky lovers to
a balded binner-action; and binner-action shoots the blues
and there are endlessly oversized hotels
and there are uses of the dead found in cheap motels;

Ah, bone looseners with stone-craggers will use ken
to scutterise the living with the nousing wodes of Men

.
uh

*
oo whilst reading de news of de screws, a mad man in lime
comes weeviling for weepers when a sodded laddy uses grimes
to anoint jacob marley with genuflectors of filth and dad-crimes
oo where a nuclear gnome-moany flexes breads with dimes;
and lino boys whose snip pond-drakes
oo a laden ladeller of slit stuns a doll of a snake from wynds
and, hah, some vinegar ties thrum
then hagglers of cinema wives get noosing starred dumb vines
and, laboured in kinema, brides appear oozing dizzy swine

oo a posterior of demure star-corned deflectors use ladies
to sermonise demeter with dirtying diamate streets when cavvies
get pulled unto planet hell; and dizzy diamante feeds daisies
and, lawned unto earthed cells, a dukedom of faces uses babies
to cause happiness in a cradled divine seashell

Uh. we will shoot pecks for swards then crack-up...
Uh Uh Uh...
tutter tutter tut tut tut..

*
13/10/2021

work-in-progress title: Pond-drakes Under Samphires Use Doggerel for Ice-creams
first draft poem then poem-song

Pond-drakes under samphires use doggerel for ice-creams
la, moon-mates sunder campfires when
doctors to doomy mummas cause hitlers to murder dreams
and an actor out alone
appears rented to a stage of demure bone

Pond-drakes, shout-numbered, a pig on a bone star-reams
pled jesters with handlers of dogs and kids
la, sun-mates sunder camphors where a sea of ribs
gets flushed down a nuked cage

Pond-drakes under wide fires use doggerel for christ-screens
la, earth-draped, a daddy to spires
gets draggled until a statue in pyres cause mum to scream;
and, o, a plane of drills gets dashed now

*
Bummed apes suck on special grapes where a feather-father
appears rended with pure animal happiness;
and, o, tended kids get lovely when a car filled with mothers
gets driven upon sweet senses
and, o, appended holiness uses lovers to cause keen brothers
to grin and grimace and cry

Bummed apes suck on special dates; and a babby in rivers
swims young and learns to dive
and, made cool, seasand causes kiddies to ride for dreamers;
and, made cruel, an animal-abuser in a cave gets jolted
then locked fast away

Bummed apes see into cats and dogs as livid ruby birds
come chirruping for budgies and de queen's canaries; o,
draggers of doll-honey makes all beasts happy; Ah, curs
love to be fed and walked

Amen

*
O a laden aladdin in a purple cage uses lamps for rafters
O a gardener's grass-cabin
comes blanching down eye-bins; and dilators under fathers
get mind-jacked
O a lade aladdin in a purple maze uses camps for larders
and, wood-waxing, remotive radios come feeding rats

And paddlers in littering cars come sending sweet bats
across pulleyed reeled papa,
and, Uh, a beller of wheels gets cellared beneath paper
and, Uh, a leper under shields
comes shooting pepper-crap;
and a belter of lady-loneliness fuses paps with meals

O, a baiter to a royal girl loses guns to blue blood
O, a shaker of a gull-world
gets spinning salts under gold; and bad ravens spin

forever

*
The jackass of one zillion chickens comes cottling
rotted old-gal-nests with fatal curtains
la, a naked native to skids force tentacles to sprig
bloaters of pactive ingenous sea-mictions
and, O, all fatalistic thigh-faces use eyes for pigeons
ahh, baggy bum-bagasse in laces
appear weird when weirdness gets sane as dresses

La, a taper of meaty mobbed women use races
to sunderise eaties with fragmenters of ear-cases;
and, oo, a ladeller of fig shuts spun winds when pups
get abused no more
La, a faceless god-monkey uses paws for claws

*
dawdler men whose mad job is to feel for fish
will, moated, use cabs for gobs
o, straddlers of gems come kissing dogs as mists
command sex to shove
red lippies across voids when a sea of salt-wrists
appears shended under gloves

dawdler men whose mad god shouts at lists
will, moulded, use cats for baby; and red fists
get sunken inside fanny-duckers
O, a naked fever comes shooting fuckers when
angellers widen ties with dickers:
and, rose-remanded, ticks use fleas for rivers

La, a taper of easy light meats uses growl radio
inside puked spaces where a moggy uses swallows
to switch ghosted TV from life to death
and candifiers bake sods inside mice when meadows
come screaming

O, visual vista-veins swill diluted pepper
O, vectal mister-mains burn-up as city-rippers
come fragmentising feet with gallowers and strippers
..
*
And paddlers in littering calves come sending sweet bats
across pulleyed reeled pee-scars
and, Uh, a beller of wheels gets cellared beneath traps
and, Uh, a leper under shields
comes shooting peppery gob-sap
and a belter of lady-loneliness fuses paps with meals

O, a baiter to a royal girl loses guns to glue-blood
O, a shaker of a seagull-world
gets spinning malts under gold; and bad ravens spin

forevermore?

*
The jackass of one zillion old men comes charging up
the men in mad lungs
o, bagasse has one zillion gold men,
and, la, as a pepperer of pot-ash burns vim, sluts
appear sundering whips with rigs
and, sun-assaulted, necks with grids appear rented
to pornosapphic dolly-renders
and a creepy island sails off down beds of pigs

The jackass of one zillion chickens comes cottling
rotted old-gal-nests with petrol curtains
la, a naked native to squids force tentacles to sprig
bloaters of pactive ingenious sea-kitchens;
and, O, all fatalistic thigh-faces use eyes for pigeons
ahh, baggy bum-bagasse in laces
appear weird when weirdness gets sane as faces

O, visual vista-veins swill diluted pepper
O, vectal mister-mains burn-up as city-rippers
come fragmentising feet with gallowers and strippers
..
*
Pond-drakes under samphires use doggerel for ice-creams
la, moon-mates sunder campfires when
doctors to doomy mummas cause hitlers to murder dreams;
and an actor out alone
appears rented to a stage of demure bone

Pond-drakes, shout-numbered, a pig on a bone star-reams
pled jesters with handlers of dogs and kids
la, sun-mates sunder camphors where a sea of ribs
gets flushed down a nuked cage

Pond-drakes under wide fires use doggerel for christ-screens
la, earth-draped, a daddy to spires
gets draggled until a statue in pyres cause mum to scream;
and, o, a plane of drills gets dashed now

Bummed apes see into cats and dogs as livid ruby birds
come chirruping for budgies and de queen's canaries; o,
draggers of doll-honey makes all beasts happy; Ah, curs
love to be fed and walked

Amen

The jackass of one zillion old men comes charging up
the men in mad lungs
o, bagasse has one zillion gold men,
and, la, as a pepperer of pot-ash burns vim, sluts
appear sundering whips with rigs
and, sun-assaulted, necks with grids appear rented
to pornosapphic dolly-renders
and a creepy island sails off down beds of pigs.

*
Pond-drakes under samphires use doggerel for ice-creams
la, moon-mates sunder campy fires when
doctors to doomy mummas cause hitlers to murder deans
and an actor out alone
appears rented to a stage of demure bone

Pond-drakes, shout-numbered, dig pig-bone: star-stream
pled jesters with handlers of dogs and kids
la, sun-mates sundered camphors where a sea of squibs
got flushed down a naked cave.

Pond-drakes under wide fires use doggerel for christ-cream
la, earth-draped, a daddy to spires
gets draggled until a statue in pyres cause mum to scream;
and, o, a plane of drills gets dashed now

This wide world is pyramid: as a faceless lover cries
then damming girls use fluids
to yoyo anoint a mad dude under burned city-eyes
and a daddy moth
gets fed to poncho cloths
and a father fever cuts a dune of titties under slides

o this wide world is pyramid: as a faceless father cries
then ramming sweet earls
get star-moved to fast tears; and a smacker of a mind
tears benches from old whorls;
and a final stretch has to shun girls with god-pearl

and an acid tract damages deaths with closed tides

*
o this wide world is pyramid; as a dunny fever dives
across hot mutants then sireners under mammy knives
will hereby shatter;
and a hooping flu-feature uses hands for moles as
loud brides go blind; Oh, a sea of wards uses glass
to slice a lilly liver from a mirror

and, oo, a candier of dark curates moans for grass
and, oo, a cradler of carts dilates across bone-brass;
and a cavvy of a god-heart
comes sundering rice with concerted concertinas
and a laden boat-christ
hisses forever when shippers drown

o this wide world is pyramid: as a dummy sleever
comes scattering pups
then sugary catters will send deniers to mirrors

*
saline cockered sweet confetti has to caress killers
la la, sweeteners of meat
supper for knives as cradler of sleep seizes rippers
from candy zippers
la la, wideners of killers show a mask to a slipper.

*
these teemers of trodden leaves drag necks for prisms
o, red teamsters, sodden, appear filled with grey prisons
and, lofted, a saviour in the tears get shrifted under graves;
and, crofted, a sailor on dirty-mast
gets sweated aside a flu-oceans; and mangerous masks
get lifted by domino children

o this wide world is pyramid: the puker of gibbon clasps
sex-expensive kissers; and female digs get laden with
swiftening lovers who widen
up, up: La La-
dizzifiers with sweet-mars-shards must scatter
diggers of lids with purple planets; and motile mackers
appear whitened by Adolph and Benito
ah, a breaker of murder-unicorns run tiles through

these teemers of trodden tears drag becks for missions
and i have seen the youngsters at the bakes of missions
come feeling after scissorers of fishers and pinions;
O, this wooper of a lost verst-dune
gets layering oats with crisscrossers; and cocoons
clap racoons in bluesers
and fatal hymeners grow crooked

and on mumblers hill eyes capsized under kites
and, inside swansea-gills, crayoners of fay mice
come home, to find ermine-teachers
fly-preaching wicked whiteboards to naked reapers
of mollified chalk-cold
and, oo, a magicker of vein-shows casts spellers
with moggy wiccan-stores,
and enemy petrol-pig-pens
cause causal wintry sirens to shudder, just like Hell

o this world's pyramid tears wreckers from cellves
o this world's easy swig gets toasted to pig-shelves

Uh Uh Uh
buttering mutterflies force moths to die out: elves
swill shrill coke as irreligious ingenious black beers
get shrilly swept far, far away.

Uh Uh Uh

END..

14/10/2021

work-in-progress title: As Sailing Ships Get Whisked Away
1st draft poem then poem-song

as sailing ships get whisked away from high seas
wheat, washed, will widen for sweet plays
and, O, we weep for children
and, O, we sleep for women; and ideal strays
get easily done.

as sailing ships get pissed away from wet tree
sleep, sloshed, will widen for sweet gold-bees
and, O, we shed meats in gardens
and, O, we spread jeeps with hardeners

Uh,

*
a cardinal sprayer of pinky-pinchers come
idly back homeward;
and smackers of ice-bone will sunder guns
with rooters of helmic birds
O, sleep ravages deniers where wide curves
get swaggering

a cardinal player to pinchy-plum-actors stun
dizzy prosceniums with thrusters and curs
and, sloaned, a killer of loners loosens furs
where, bone, a driller of stoners oozes curd

*
as sailing ships get easily sunken, droolers
will fashion dogs from rulers; and cookers
cause ovens to roast fed walls
o, raging lips get queasily thralled by dockers

a cardinal scather cums shooting ciders as
kingly cunny god-blacks use hands for glass;
o, we fashion pup-hounds
o, we kiss the lovely animals we have past

as sailing ships get eaten, sailors crash sky
with twixers of hips; and, ravined, boy-brides
will render gob-ghosts up wraiths and eyes
o, cardinal carmine dreamers shoot rafts

*
youths inside old wounds get sirening doll-wax
o, widening, roller tombs appeal to
gold-bread; and throat-pieces move where ants
come serving a termite wheel,
o, when youth into rage gets silenced then dudes
appear shattered

youths aside gold rooms get sirening bull-ash
o, despairing, wailers for pets walk happiness
directly across pepper
and sugary salters groove for lepers as roods
become edged and rotted

as sailing ships wail by, a doctor to stations
get sadly interfused with sanders of plectrums;
and, la la, where once we screw then cottages
will most certainly drag swines for mirages

o, cold sleuths use maps for grass where
a starry reader of fused caps murders prayer

*
o, olden boy-faces flicker in a stickler of cities
o, ashen girl-glasses flatter eye-sin
and, daddied, a nakedness of wife-skin pities
a nudity of bones and ditties
o, olden boy-faces flicker in a river of babies

o, railing lip-hits cause causal combs to burn
o, flailing clit-pips cause vernal pigs to turn
oaty bedding from sex to constant bleeding;
o, family spy-tithes get city-linked to beadings
and, dropped, a country-tribe comes

scuttering down a gentle stairwell when guns
get rill-mounted by trousering ermine pee-bums
o, a boner in a petrol-bath
will revolve from east to west; and docked drums
get poetry-banged
o, revolvers in caravans noose frecklers with
musclers; and seekers for ticklers

and, la la, godiver-guinevere gasped as ponies
got greasily gassed with brilliantines: ah, ladies
become all-too-jarred
and, o-la, sperm kinema gets jumpy when
oglers of sex-ochres grasp to butts

scuttering, a cold ouija board is forevermore
dormant; and penis-planchettes haunt whores

when rhubarb runnels eat into pies and pints, then laden losers
may well sky-write about jammed drams;
o, a fatal year issues doubt when a mindless bedside bruiser
may well fraternise deniers with bluesed pillow-drifters;
la, where wolverines use whores, a silent sea of hands
came rootling for meady claws; and brandies in islands
come revolving in a bed-bath
and a natal owl, outelbowelled, dresses mites in masques

when drivers of rhubarb annals drinks from sex then
wiveners of laden barks must sail across a penis-den
and, ooo, a dragon in a park must scissor skin-men
from bellers of flagons and tissuing cribbers; O, hems
appear to nakedise a dolly loft
O, germous father-faces drape doss across hole-hens
and, strapped, eaters of spaces
come gunning heads with tombs; and female chicken

gets fascinated with hard wine when a wank-kitchen
dresses down
Ahh,- churches in town cut breasts aside friction,
and bumper-glowing sounds washes head-to-foot
and, la la, blinders underground hiss as tubes flex
a bad foot to an easy shadowed gap; and gas-sex
appears rainbowed till dizzy pap gets fed to sax

Uh Uh Uh. Peddlers of tills come trampled by
losers of gipsy coins; Ah,- guns shoot all skies
and early deceivers who abuse lost receivers will
supper after the forking knives of an urban rill
and crayoners, pastel-stained, draw holy thrills
from handlers of devil-drained babby horlicks

La La La.

*
a pulleyer of pebbles comes slanting for stoned apses
o, drinkers of cables comes planting whores with glasses
and commoding for hirelings, a greyer of boars uses vases
to wall-anoint a red weaving of fires and keen wards
o, pulleyers of devils come shafting heads with arses
and, spoon-surrendered, animals under horses get wetted
with swizzlers of whoredoms

when drivers of dirty ladies get shovelled down guns
youths and adult children get muffled aside star-scrums,
and, oo, anointers of chillers
and, oo, appointers of rivers appear fed to car-crumbs
and, oo, tomb-surrendered, spoon-fed disease gets
forcibly fed to city-spire-members

a pullyer of peddles comes scrunching greyers when
diviners of labels comes praying after dolls and dimonds;
and, la la, candles aside birthday killings use seasons
to centre boners beneath heart-stranglers;
O, drivers of thudding angels force heads to swirl for
garlanders of deans and cradles

uhhh These are the mallard days that fondle for pores
uhhh These are the cathode days that ignite dawgs
uhhh These are de shadowed days that use boards to
sirenise fatalists whose diners of fat-rats accuse truths
of thudderising vectal miners with golden coal-brews
and, la la, baiters of terminuses
get blanching sweet sleep

when drivers of dirty ladies get shovelled down lungs
then a body-barble-bedside fish
appears fragmentised with kissers and bubblegum
and, lo, as mallardisers use feeders, we will strum
divers of bone-binned sex-hotel-drips; and guns
appear startling
and, oo, once reaming, fathers to darlings die

now.

easy fistulas seize golden kissers from flirty gouramis and
sidlers accuse trees of feeding dreamers,
and a bloated blade gets fed to hissers as fast mums land
a sea of fists with blinded islands,
and, oo, when once grinding sirens get fed to lost england
then a veiner of vast veils drag cowls for oozings
and a daddy tail comes wagging stalls from ceilings
oo, we may well dance on darjeeling
oo, we may well lance souls with red pealings
la la, a tawny toffee town layers pigs with soft evenings

easy fistulas seize golden seizures from dirtied dummies
o-la, as kidded leaves shed killers then,
oo, grey kerosene will lather for chickens; and rabies must
come shovelling dogs aside natal crust
and a shying shone dog guide god-dust to cat-cusps
and a slying stoned bat
appears lovely

O, a daddy moth delves rats for flies
O, an easy cross delves fat for eyes; and odes to cups
accuses hens of laying blue egg

Lahh

*
oo this sunday-saturday sabbath lynches heads with vines
oo these evening masses which lend gods to radios; and, timed,
easy geesy grease-sluts
come slappering old saggy bagpipe breasts; and, o, when wine
surrenders skies to nuts
with waspish tongues noose cuts with lunacy; and wolfed minds
appear stung by baby; and directors of family uses cream-climes
to suckered bled-soldiers
and issuers of bed-men force burrs down coats when flowers
get stinking until boys bend
fast away

oo this sunday-saturday sabbath darkness with tuplipers uses
canine misters for dunny clothes
oo this sordid mind-swell will send parents sides when fuses
career nutterly outdoors; and, la la, cunta causes grey juices
to swallow swifts from sparrows
oo this sunday-friday moon of minnows
gets soldering pussy-pie to penile pinnaces; O, eaten sluices
come fragmentising pharoahed stasis
and the wetted wild sex-world of faces comes back home
and heated light meats in domed valleys
listen to apemen and their growl radios

uhh a templar of numbered mad kids gets spinning round
a gasser of goyals and petrifyers; and a deviller who clowns
directly across an original moon
gets geezered under star-jams; and, oo, a fascinator who
weebles for murders
appear pearling perters with a green jaw and a snipt blue
rain-pig; and static honeyed sonnies
appear jaunted by bunneyed biddies; O, a fotal snood
sinks waxy weird heart-flesh
aside dromedaries and camal-mesh; and, la la, foods
cum shooting tameless huffs of sex as
a trader of tea-science gets glorifying desks with sweet
jivy mind-teasy sweetening jazz-gas

oo this saturday-sunday sabbath lynches beds and spines
oo this friday-wednesdays fuses christ with curtains
and, la la, turkey elephants use god's ears for sweet swine
and, la la, car-keys, hit with ooze, gutters after bodiers
where, mandraked, piercers of booze will suffer bladderers
and, once thumbed by cherries,
wolvers of cunt-gum abuses cellves with tawny libbies?

Uh.

*
thence the fizzing fixing dead came crying for a split mountain
and shearers of kissers uses red canes
to draw striped bloods from fled veins
o a startler, copped, uses a coppice grate for a vast brain
and, mumbling by, celtic godesses widen dogs with grain
and, la la, candy castlers whose cod-crease has to tea-strain
coffiners from happy snappy dirt coffees
and i am a renderer of slappy skirt-toffees

thence the fizzling transifixing dead came up from a fountain
and, lo, a hissing pylon
appears stunned with impossible renal traction; and nylon
suppers for forkers
and nipplers, swalked, wades across mummy clothes; Oh,

once across a bad mind-mane, a doctor to red toads must
sunder a snaffler from a heart-train;
and idealisers look deeply down in a god's crossed brains
oo, a dodgy dirtyer
has to seals hot streets beneath filthy boars,
and an english acorn and vile sun will strip lyons bare

Uh Uh.

thence the crisscrossing manses of a vast soul will snare
everything with prairie hands and loaded toes
and i will thunderise all palaces..

*
whilst married to the moon last monday, i heard history
weeping
o when once the moon divorced me, then i heard sleep
weeping
ahh

my darkening dream drags lakes,
my darkening scream drags rapes
and, o, when i was married to apes then a lunar sleep
fills me up up up

OO..
A Russian radical screams for Marx
A Prussian tabernacle earts sharp
revolt
and when once i married a mind then dead wheat
tried to sing for sexmeat
but a sea of angels floats inside a sea of sweet
fanny
I am a naughty boy because i played with sextoys
and naked ribbons tie my hair
and naked gibbons ingite flared
suckling pigpushing sty-sucking sex heirs
And Love's end seems near
,.
sssss

*
o, you and me and our favourite smoker
what will we do when once sex chokers
choke us

o, when once a smoked moon melts, then smokey actors
smoke false dust
and men and you and me will feed puffs to lovers
and weeping sleep will feed snuffs to chopping brothers
sss
uhh
.,..
As hot trees fall, then cold grey apples
fall fall fall
adown adown
and me and you are smoked in town as apples
fail
oo
huhahh
Mindmen think of chapels
Madfolks feel for chisels
END

*
i realise now that love was mad
o- i see inside you as sex goes bad
and birds flee for death
and players flee for deaf
sex
ah-
when once sin succours ashen dads
then waxen women give mum to cads
and i realise now that love is sad
and i see inside us as cold lovelorn dads
delve wives
o
when once whores lose funds then
sexworkers will earn gifts from plain men and
Gods grasp sexgassed
Blown up pealing sexslammed
heroines
ssssssss
Nightlong ladies lead loss to a lamplight
and scarecrow roads steal sex from midnight's
neon lover
My heart is smothered
END.....?

*
Bad balloons go thin
o-- a sea of balloons drown spind
bursted skins
ah

as bad babies break, then cold sin

oozifiers aside sainted gems cause camphor children to
dude-widen dog-ceremonies of self-deaths with roofs
and, yuh, an evil painted pride of men dress pony-hooves
under dreamy bruising statues
o, reminders of quickening soft shoes dress feet inside
rodeo-riders
and, yuh, eaglers of cistern-bends glut pugs with sidlers

uh a television porn-tape appears gutterers of tears
sending dizzy dick-dominoes to shafters of sweet fears;
and, la la, easing prick, in mallow, rides till bikes snare
every long-distance road,
and every single raven-hand will wallow under toads

oozifiers aside feinted fat friends must hop for stoves
o, spoon-rivers get ravaged by lust when a hot rose gets
withering; and, la la, tapers of Aladdin chew meat-pets
o, tomb-treasures get rubbished by dust; and grey sex
gets gritted to by navellers

Uh..

work-in-progress title: These Eye-Ripeners Who Huff From Dirt-Lungs
1st draft poem then poem-song

these eye-ripeners who huff from dirt-lungs will
service hobs with grey ovens
o, easing bod-brighteners use summers for hills
and, eaten, bodifiers use onions
to dramatise hooks with rainbows

these eye-ripeners who cuff gide will use rills
to sodomise a dummy lake;
and penalisers of mummy snakes get raped
uh, pushers of calamities cause apes
to sunderise magenta with deafeners: stapes

get dropped

*
these eye-ripeners who huff cum use waxers
to womanise devourers
o, red doggifers who dodge rats use razors
to fragmentise heads with sweet lousers
and, o, doctorings use kids to heal wipers,
and, la, rivuletting dudes
get scampering?

these eye-ripeners who huff gum use waners
to sodomise cake with pealings;
and, ah, we will cut guns the brood forever.

*
these eye-sharpeners who loosen lovers may
well use dons for masters
o, easy mind-deriders who loosen liars may
well use guns for riders
and, o, a body on the moon plays at god
and, o, a baby in a sand-dune
gets alarmed by docks and rooms

these eye-sharpeners who loosen fathers may
well use drums for pastures
o, we fuse mums
o, we jack sons; and jolted children finger
cakers of cattlers; and we use chops for gingers

*
these mind-scatterers who moisten land with geography
appear pinned to desks
o, eaten monasteries use becks for sands,
and, laden, muses come sperm-blood when brigands
cause metallers to spin then chain
a roarer of money to blue rain

these mind-shatterers who force sea-scams with
fast memories; and a sea-slayer gets wavy with
old photos we took while still at school; and kids
get grappling for a dizzy lovely ocean
o, eaters of nunneries

stop, and then pray for eager heart-nurseries

*
the damsellers who swim for hot towers appear
sweeter than sweet;
la, raiders of de blues spin; and fatal wed tears
get salted
o, damsellers who swim for soft flowers appear
meatier than meat,

these are our dummy days where we use spheres
to fragment dust with clay
and, uh, a carpark under day drive till sleepers
get grabbling;
and riders of ceilings shoot Aaron dead as trades

Uh, sexy tea-hordes arise from stations as caves
cause men to fall and drown
deeply down in de Wookey Hole
Uh, damsellers who sing don drabblers then

piece-up pealers of logo police; and sense ends

the evil ovens that lead beds to warred wool-wards must fuse
conical yoyos with eyeless blues
o, heaving while panting, chemic shoes use bells for interscrews
and rolly-roasters deal jams for arcanas

o, even fawkesfires may well get startled by november-mama
and, made sweet as urine,
when wine gets reaped, a tangible canan bagger uses moods
to supper for cheese and brine

and a painter of weeds comes curving ken around bruised
naked nous-plates
o, a faceless renal kidney-rider got fed to mother time

the amnions of hurtling stations get ripped apart by
twinning twixy searings
o, bluesy bedfires come sharpening blown bobs till
issuers of easter-xmas heed peelings

o, a tiddler of a tiny penis-hand grasps to pure wood
and, once dredged, poolers of pans lease pure blood
to heart masoners;
o, even fawkesfires rend cock-cans from gases

and dental men on a high hill climbing get washed
with penalty brooches and terminal cancer-cloths

uh
amnions inside weeping skulls appear shattered,
and nakedness gets reeling
across painters of clogs and eating mind-smatter:
o, operators of fever-feuds get masked in killings.

and ices under lobbed kid-lollies melt aside pigs

*
dilators of daffy gum-boys get roasted on an opened mire
o, dictators of drummers
get sunken when bummer wine
gets shrunk; and daffies with toys become cold as fires
o, ripplers, numbered, gut bellied sugars
o, nipplers, slumbered, gut bees and stingers
o, stripplers, tumblered, shuts plaits under piggers

dilators of daffy sun-boys get roasted on an opened pyre
and, migrated, lunged boys get posted
to evil webby wetted poony video; and a glasser fires
imbeciles; and we washed as shadow
came sweeping cough-sweets aside green mallows

dilators of daffy drives get roasted in token-muslin
o, pickers of yorkshire tarts
appear shortening,
and devillers in ceilings must swallow offal then
play at being killed

the bled baiters of abandoners hereby rout the moon
la, bred failures, gobbed, surrender spittle to rooms
and, O, a naked fever
gets rocked; and dreamers drag duvet-divans, and
ideal hooters sink fondants aside glue-graved islands

the bled baiters of starry mentors hereby shoot wounds
la la, bad rapiers, shot, centre dazzlers under tunes
and, tranced, skies use rot to enter bubblers under
false fascinated bakerlite telephones;
and we weep
and we leap
as we sleep

*
the bleeded fathers who dabble for mummy will hereby rend
a balded river from jerky knees and tongues
La, ideal sisters stun pinky trees
La, evil misters stun inky beads,
and, drained, a bed of guns shoot a yellow moon
o, flacid pussies get preened with a lovely fur-rooom
and a livid catty kings
gets fed to laden rings

the bleeded fathers who saddle for damage will hereby send
a hotel rider across blonded head-men;
and eyers use fires for flames
and cryers use spires for stains,
and a laden pusher of bellmen rain across a sea of dames

these mallard days, when stars stop, we will use rain for
a dukedom of pints and ginny gal-wars; and we died.

the bled biters of sun-travellers use lemon ochres for a
dodgem of a fayre-fool
o, spread lepers use car-cudglers under sweet-spars
and, caned, nooses cause star-robbers to reap paths;
and, la la, a panther painter
gets Mars-canvassed
and, uh, when we died for rain, then we live for tainters
and, stained, blowers of sweet mass
has to swing to a keen jazz-beat

these mallard days, when stars rot, will use us badly
o-la, a feinted fatherhood hobbles
o-la, a signal motherhood cobbles shoes from sandy
mental-digitalis,
and eyers of gism imprison hands aside de family

Uh.

*
where believers in blue science gets tweezered petrels then
flashy flamingo men will
don lubes; O, women will pollenate drills with curtains
and, screwed, odes to hills will become
coded; and, enrosed, spills get forced to chew buns

where believers in bluesers gut spread-science then
wipers of deceivers must gut bread, and token children
sermonise dilators with lubes, tweezers and porators
la, and grime grapples
la, and lime car-strangles
heate blown blouses with riders under spice; O, gems
get slicing now

the bled bits of sun-travellers come fragmentising fun
uh, a naked lippy swears for liars
uh, a putrid city swelters; and, oo, fryers of sea-cum
gets whimpering across
a daffy of a dune-dayed village-cross; and tree-lungs
come huffing spanish decks

where de less decievers use hoax receivers, drums
get pissing bald percussions
and, la la, shawled discursions shed seed for sirens,
oo, an octagon of mad midnights drool
oo, a hot prisons shed sad god-lights when fools
use helter-skelters for the reasons of using stools
to daddy-soil glassy classroom child-missions

uh,- swiggers of figgers cum ravelling for tools
uh,- riggers of killers guff from ceilings; and dudes
will always use lubes, tweezers and porators: ooo,
i have overseen killed tubes

*
oceans of porridge plastic drag devil-guns for sewers
la, seas of lightened mastics drag devil-suns for skewers
and, o, when once sadness under hags abuses screwers
then baiters of cunts come sundering rags with fuses
and we interfuse Hector with Hermes when coded nooses
come star-hanging grans from tie-dyed grand daddies
la la, a nothern eye-glans stuns slides with aged bodies

oceans of porridge plastic drag devil-lungs for movers
la, seas of slighted soffits lag demons with old bruisers,
and eyers of madam man must send dolls where cruisers
snip dom daniel's sex-slam
and, oo, masoners to sweet clams get stoned aside killers

oceania, labelled with vagina, must render heavens dead
and, opening for asia fever, dust renders reason abed with
ragglers of torn towns and Leda: O, hand-scores will rid
all knifed nuked cities of fires and spires

*
sister-swarming all red evenings, i saw mirrors under baths
come revolving under flowers
ah, mystic mornings will send minds to whores when calves
come devolving seed to lime-tree bowers
and, made cold, rotators of mental flour bake cake for stars
and, made old, dilators of menstrual towers
come sinking flags aside bedheaded boys; Oh, old cars
come crusading after vanners of modelling grave-spars

*
there are specimens here of a keen yet evil kind
o, here sparrow-gems shine, just like a magpie;
and, fractious, ferine wine cuts vineyard snails
o, here robins swim for lime,
and, laced to dolphins, a dogdazed catty mind
gets whippered

aside carmine buds; sodden bat-braised kickers
consume eaglers and praying early readings
and, dolted, daffy eyries come home to feed from
face-flits; and a dolly in a drum gets stoned
and, shouted, mappy carkeys come home to
scissor-pressure
and, oo, whirligigs that spin forevermore will
get moved from pressure to measure; O, hillsides

loosen blurry ewe-fields which soften blue lives;
and, oo, moisteners of weals wynch dicky ties with
instantaneous modelling porny pee-craps; and pugs
appear sizzled
and, oo, macers of fanny cock-keels will strike buds

there are specimens here of a keen yet evil kind
o, here gallowers, seared, stride clocks from minds
o, here, in a curd-void, a bellower in cocks divines
easter-xmas;
and, dolloped, dragglers for late mass use spines
to septify soreness with walls; and gas uses slime

aside carmine cunta, a silly drooler sucks brines.

*
as a fairground accident causes carousel fantasies
a dromedary of a demon may well just
extemporise fact with miction
o, as berries drive, then cherries beneath kitchens
may well just derive deniers from soft hairs
and a felicity whore
appears red raw
and a dizzy sex-ward captures hens asided gardens

as a fairground accident causes rollercoaster prayers
a nunnery of a diamond may well rust
and a duking dog god will surrender fish to rusks
o, when a witherer uses hills to rend death's cusps
then a dizzy blader of devils
prove the imbecile sex-lucifuge as dead as musk

hah, we weep for wrecks as bloated blorters cut
a daddy nutty tree
and a poet in a blaze uses fans for beads; O, sluts
appear bedazzled by shippers of seasweeds
ah, a bolted bowler boy cups deev tits and mutts
causes bastard creation to blow the dead away

*
oo, carpers whose stinking hands get washed with stained clothes
appear bedevilled by lunatical ram-jets
oo, carpers whose kinkers get sloshed
come cantering now to a fotal howler which cups lips with pecks
oo, a shadower to financial honeys
gets grass-generating crabblers of stormy splitted tits

loosening, body-muck surrounds bulliers of crypted slits
get wolved while witnessed; and a filler of mystic lifts will
come staring directly out on a forbidden huge moon: O, clits
get penis-petrified
O, armed pits drag sleevers from angelisers; and drunk drips
get shafted in a reddening forearm

and i have seen judas-god appearing to invisible statues
and i have seen jesus-blood revering meaty murder: sweet pews
sweep parlatans fast away from doobies and the lampooners
of dirty-detailers and, oo, sudden cookies get
lardy; and hexers on a screen come listening to fishy wet

and damagers of cousiners will creep for the flowers as sex
comes sharpening fat faggy fields where
a frozen cunta marvel gets greasy with air; and sweet death
has to sunderise granite
and, once scribed, versos in magnet drag poesy for meths
oo, a carpal carrier of torsos
comes crapping on murderers; and knifers of quangos
abuse vials with pig-quartos

ah, once across a mod-mind, weepers will use flamingos
to pay evil witness to crime
ah, once across a mad-mine, reapers will use fandangos
to play for messed mercy; and bullers cry till out of times

Eh? Eh? Eh? we vanish into salty hair where sex grinds
up, up, up; and punishers grow for pears when rinds
pee-polish veins with vanishers

O O oooo oO Ohhh

FINITO.

paid copyright JDB 17/10/2021

work-in-progress title: The Pokey Pullers of One Billion Bakers
1st draft poem then poem-song

the pokey pullers of one billion bakers use cakes for flour
la, soapy bellers, used, soak cellars inside flowers
and, o, as melters writhe, then we learn just how to die;
and, latent, pelted sky
comes cementing gods to eyes; and, la, a parent to lies
must supper for forks and rooms

the pokey pullers of one billion bakers use cakes for power
uh, ropy riders stagger;
and the dinners of fingers come sinking thumbs into eyes
uh, dopey ragglers, sindlered,
force all dizzy blue boys to shimmy in chiffon gowns;

ah, we vanish into salty air where pectorals season frowns

*
the pokey swellers of one zillion makers use buns for towers
la, droopy knellers, spun, uses spacing meddlers for eyes
and, o-la, caperers, hung, swing from evil diddlers
and, o-la, carpenters, mummified,
cause brakers of dun fathers to jive to a starved beat

the chokey cherry faces that use a welsh valisse for meat
come causing evil aces
to swelterise devil-mazes; and a daddy moon cuts wheat
and, o-la, scatterers of dazes
come shitting on rectal sex-deaths;
oo, a luber of doomy muscle nets cover cans in nets

the pokey swillers of one zillion vinos use gums for shovers
o, a mammy mind-god
gets abusing; and a telepathic bed-god causes red bellers
to sodomise cakerers

*
soapers of scissor-men use saddlers for pony-pokers
oo, keen heavenly horses will rule all canterers when soakers
appear germy
ah, heavenly heart-makers get fucky
ah, chilling soul-stakers get lovely; and all cool creatures
get led to dear lovers of wildness; and droolers of beachers
storm devils where animals sing forever.

the chokey cherried stasis that lends mopers to de Mother
hereby sizzles
O, emptiers of buried bases bodify the best with de Father
and at the first turning on the holy stairs
feverish nunneries forced monks to stare across feathers
and at the emptiness of elevations, monasts use fever to
forge a kitten with a cat-flower

and powering powder boys get hanged till sex-dead.

*
the coppers of evil cleavers get suckering buds from bowers
o, reapers of seagulls shiver;
and, opalled, sand-skulls scatter brains across grey livers
o, heapers of bee-skulls use fingers to fondalise maler rivers
with surrendering cunts to kissers

the coppers of evil spearers get flickering and grey rizlas
appear sundering for hands and heels;
and, oo, a licker of hair-bands sucks a tongue with fevers
and, oo, a pickler of prayers pans
biddy ripeners with estrangers of females and killers

and powdering puddy-pus peals crows from murderers
and shuddering maddy musk seals clothes inside mirrors
and pushers of sister-dusk
comes seizing salters with burned fans
and, oo, reapers of pig causes flavas to ram leaders.

*
pulers in dizzy pullovers appear stranging; O, scissors
forge sacred head-pullers from sacred epilepsies; and killers
drag devs for shoulders
and, lo, hoopers of fathers cause mental fingers to shudder
oh, a daddy at sea gets murdered
oh, a buddy at sea seems clasped in deep fever
and a falon-boy who riddles after naked gingers
oo, a taloner of dudes swing

pulers in dizzy puckerers sear blue evening; O, mirrors
melt aside suckers
and, delled, a belly in mirrors causes sickness in bed
and, celled, a body in kickers causes heads to tread
occidental cunt up a dicker of mortises

and powdering pussy-pus peals crows from rings
and cowerers, mum-pussed, seals crowds in ceilings
and, once made easy, weevils will don shrouds when
dilly dust-mikes force vaginal hills to sunder silk-men
and droolers, gorsed, face into de blues
and mulers, forced, tie some false shoes

La. Fraught pantihose lead lippers to meadows as
creatures of sweet robes
shape doomy deniers from troves; and tearing gas
comes shooting greyers
and, gravelled, fazers, made gold, bless old glass
with revellers of dunes and players

uh,- a maker of moons parts pratts and murderers
come home to find bald bastards breeding
eternally; and mind-molds get grasped by fingerers

o, this side of de noose, a delicate killer screams as sad christs
seize a Numberer of loot from causal tears; and a netted sound
hisses for la mumblers
and a hill seen inside thunder gets stripped from howlarounds.

these are our cortal days that bleed good nights dry; Oh, fazers
hip to a turgid grave that heaps seed across breast-pipes
and a hen-risen lay
gets sharpening as tea-trade washes cock in de milk-boiling
and, oo, the flowing of a nave swashes rockers aside moiling
babby statues
and, once across virtues, a cruel breast-lifting body pike
stabbed a sausage candles deep down inside weevil dykes

this side of the dead, a fatal cocoon gets shuddering for mikes
this side of love's head, a fatal cartoon gets animating wiped
cruel purpled pissed robot heights
and granular angular halls dreamt of mites as holy cats
came preening kitten blood with haloes; and tigron cats
must live now forever

uh, a pistoller of puller-pop sinks shits aside lippy lit
uh, a deriver of dullard slop sinks slits aside clitty clips,
and, o, when riders of cops drink to fished wives, strips get
surfacing from sealed river-dens
and weepers sweep reels across killer gems
and de green zions of de waterbeads use genoas for hens

La La La

*
we came slumberising de gallows where a shaper of dog-meadows
get sharpening fingerings; O, shadowers, papered, get glutted by
dusters of doomy drivellers
o, we came slumberising de gallows where a shaker of bat-pillows
comes shovelling sperm across a febrile female-hood
and, danced till dead, a mamma in a senile dead wood gets mallowed
aside crisscrossers of dada and
o, we came slumberising de gallows where a seasoner of boys
gets bellowing across signal destruction
and, lo, gobblers of feralities gob for sweet seduction uses toys
to forcibly feed flu-fluids to nakedness

we came as we stormed pussy; O, a baker to a sweat-pool deploys
natal desolators to swarmers; and dooby drapers cause beds to
sheet-strap dreamers under cock-cans
and death's pisser fathers cause rock-rams to supper after sweet joys
and, oo, when sweet joys wed racists to pure fascist filth, grey rams
get sodomised; and canterers of racists get stabbed to death now.
and we came sidling for pussy-antlers
and we came writhing for lazy dancers; and we fed snakes to fevers

ahh, as a bellying brainer smells of lards, then a murderer will sunder
and get left to a billy cage; and dainters use gems for rapist rumblas

*
bonny badging body boys must lend tears to eyes when whores
get bustling stoats with blood-dusts
and, la la, a ripeners of pigs nooses naked fires with trussed
mud mentalis
and a model in a sea of scraped faces sails for tonsels when
odes to chicken adenoids come crying
and a hostel in a bead gets raped across searings as skin sends
babblers to warbling neon ridings

o naked pluperfect mien-masturbators get stuck into mush when
drivers of easy wraiths carry star-staplers to mucky flushed fens
and, once accused, benders of curryers crap across chidden
freezy faces
ooo a baker of breaded spaces warps mental misses under
blinders of lassy leerers
ooo a shaker of leaded aces warps petrol kisses under dens

and we get pictured under whistlers as mysterious gun-gins
get crucified by renderers of chippy child killers

uh.

*
o a nucleii of evil faces causes idyllic mad kids to soothe
daddy toys with sauces
o a fascist sky-shaper of a naked mod pig gets smoothed
aside dolly wheat where eaters flailed;
and a paperer of sleep appears star-vodoxed with sleuths
la la, a nucelii of maces force imbecilic sad kids to move
ideal foamers to fathered veils

as a dolly bed-head heaps bolsters under billowers, sails
come crow-creating henny henna fevers from claw-grails;
and, genoa-graved, as honey feeds fingers, red vales will
come shafting pokes with blue boats
and, oo, a rosy ruminator loosens head-sleeves where hills
get frapping a coffin coffee for teeny tea-drinkers.

we came sundering in sea-harnessers
o, we used boats for pins; and a waker of cradled god
came shitting; and a city of limbs got fed to loamed Luds
o, we came sundering in sea-harnesses
and, loaned to ceilings, as we lanced hypnotists, body-buds
came scar-tracking hermits down
and, star-crapping, when life's one and twenty sex-mates blood
vanishers with parented christs,
then deluders of cribblers will scatter salts across muse-muds

we came sundering inside blown bees, and lootanists of glub
gets wearified by slumberers
o, we slam beadings; and a moth on the moon butters grubs
with mutterflies
o, we stab beadings; and a cross on the moon sputters where
idolisers use forcing fanny-forceps to burn-up gutters
and, oo, a fatalism, mammy-morphed, gets fed to fingers
ah, a painter of revilers noose napes with wet-pets; and grinders
come crushing peppering palp-pestlings
and ghastly women use phlegm for reelings.

uh, as a bellying brainer smells of calves then a wintry trail must
damage furious darters with fled crowds and gin-gems
uh, as a ferrying failure swells up, then dragglers of city-pus
will slumberise labia; and, oo, as kiddies end, then neon-busts
get shafted
and, razorfied, nuclear deniers come gassing masks with dust

.we came as we stormed wind-jessee as we murdered lust
la, we came as we got skin-spun
la, we came as we got wind-gunned; and ovallers of red musk
hereby bear sex-witness to easy lungs; and porky bellers fuss
for revellers whose darkening comes shooting belly-dusks

Oh.

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

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

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

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

*
a father to a model mad mind gets gaspish
lo, fever-feuds, scambled, give bread to wasps
and, folded, scramblers spread juice on lapeses
and depleters of slumberers
achieves a bottler of a liquid orgasm; and faces
come shooting wives from decorous sunderers;
and, oo, there are murderers in hired heavens when
dickers of hair
appear leaden with starry stairs

a mother to a model cosine gets ashen with gems
la, river-lubes, cut-through, heaps mad boys when
dirt-pleasured human sewers
come scuttering; and piggers of dour mulers rend
a bakery of bends; and cakers don bum-buns when
a driveller of old men
get star-stiffening the wedded old and dead; and
where our five and country senses heave, Woman
becomes affixed to streets of flirters; and
you and I will summon sleep from skirters

we came stormed: we came swarmed: angellers
entreat scatterers until smellers give head to swingers
hah, a keen kiddy silence uses daubers for ringers when
icen cabin-ken dips silence upside a naked woman
and, lo, when seizure men cause sacred epilepsy
eyers of cramblers may well
abuse pick-phalanxes with bells; and chasers stem
de blower of holy alcoholics
and, oo, as wenderers weep, then faders under cells
come peering up and out of a street of ideal bionics

and, la, we enter into screwers as bled human toilets
sirenise shitted pissers with lardy fished stink-chips;
and toilets, shaven, serve cottages to vim dip-lips
and, uh, we surrender bullocks to loo-Hermes.

we came stormed: we came swarmed: angellers
entreat scatterers until smellers give head to swingers
oo we came dead seed
oo we shed snipt leads; we abolished swift clingers
and, pa-painted, sleeves that cover lost LPs will
swim across deadening radio digitalis
and, car-feinted, reddening rodeo mentalis spills
dodgy genius doggerel aside de gallow-dills

ah, a pertive pink-child washes fists in red rills
ah, perverted sink-smiles
appear inverted into dials; and wankers of drills
awake at dead of night to find a clit of God come
squealing; and baiters of limes suck for grey guns
ah, a spurtive shrinker causes pine to chop tables
ah, a flirtive pinker causes tine to slice blue habitats
and, oo, once across sauces
i overheard blind demons huffing sugars

a father to a model mind gets gaspish when
ivories wed keen ebonies to nets and cool children
ah, a mother to a bone-mind gets aspish whence
a motelling sea of sloanes
appears ravened by sleasers of drones; and stone
fragmentises holiness with twinned twixy groans;
and red trees cry with their meaningless voices
la la,- dom daniel reels as he heals, and voces

come sweetly now across burners of phone-hoaxes.

END

work-in-progress title: O We Get Murdered When Using the Telephones
1st draft poem then poem-song

o we get murdered when using the telephones
la, we get sentenced to telephonic death
and, swiping engines, a baiter of grey radios
gets star-punishments
o, we get murdered when using the telephones

o, a father to a fatal mind gets mad men using
uterine daffies for wine; and a blower of ceilings
gets lanced; la, evil seminaries get gutted
and, sermonised, a cuckoo blouse gets slutted
o, we get married while opening the door

*
o we get murdered when watching dumb TVs
la, we appear rended by easy guns; O, VDs
get snipping boat-brides
and, loaded, dragglers, spied, come for lies
o, we get murdered when weeping
la, we get cut to bits while stroking a pup;

o we get murdered when watching quiet films
la, we get made-up from hens
uh, we get scurrying after dogs and sex-kilns;
and, munchy, we get fragmentised by
hirelings and boy wives;
and, plated, blood-blinds shut out the sky

*
as a cuckoo hose sheds evil holy water, old pigs
will slumberise crows; and facial daughters swig
de moon vixen
o, as crooked ole clothes come till removed
and, laden, soul-rogues get lipped; o, grey kids
get shouted downly down;
and, pulleyed, donny vein-crows peck sound
and, alleyed, mammy brain-rose
feels for everything

as a cuckoo horse gallops for sonar, then prigs
come sundering sea-harness; and codal oil-grids
appear blorted; Oh, a poler of fangs, sky-slid,
dress navvies aside poker crescents
yeah: and we listen out for moon-light an we rig
oily foxies with angelic star-skins
and, deadening, arcanic car-quims shed fig

*
these delimiting city-heads that lead daddies to murder
once baked, use cakers to ram bread with purdah
o, we use tantalisers for snakes
o, we use fragmenters for drakes; an dizzy hearts
get bustling whilst abusing,
and, la la, wildness, feuding, gives head to arcs

these delimiting city-heads that lead mummies to murder
once staked, use bakers to pack bun with derangers;
and, slayed, miraculous defilers get whippering
a pealy pony-arse; and deifiers of kecks come for a
dartive darjeeling ceiling
o, lacers, inside evenings, uses hods for rainbows

*
fingery gingery men get garotted; O, dizzy goldness
gets slutted; and dairy men get neutered by oldness
uh, a miraculous scissor-man cums for lies
uh, a ridiculous river-man cums for eyed eyes; Oh,
nakedness burns like the solar moon
uh, inane insane boys grasp for spooners; and cold
ignites doomy deniers with a strangler's gold shoal

fingery gingery men get sotted; O, easy coda decks
a jaying janus-desk
o, a paperer of pets gets hoisted while dirtied pecks
accuse saints of trouble; and, la, rented gal-boys
wreck some cheese and pickle;
and, delimiting, meese and cripples don dad's toys

these whirring words that lead sparrows to water
hereby, writhed, get knotted to demure mad soakers;
and, espied, pets appear guarded by sister-soapers
and, defined, sluts revere sharded wives

Uh. painters of pluperfect sides mount steeds
Uh. feinters of bluesers, deprived, gets sleeves
given to bonered head-bruisers
Uh. drawlers, stormed, use tides to drown teas
and, o, once across an apocalypse, wet bees
came frying in some honey-suckle juice: reeds
gets sundering
and, oozed, gunners for mummies gets spind
across crisscrossers

fingery gingery mien gets rotted while winds
sire chambers from studential marzipan: gymns
get vaulted; and a hooded head-stand uses hymns
to fragmentise the livid loosening town of limbs;
and, oo, as weavers fracture
then silky sex-silk-worms will drag sugar-sins

Eh?

*
yes, a madam of a mad mind will send a breaker unto
a tidal sex-storm,
yes, a madam of a sad rhyme will send rattles under
screwers of rubies and fawns
and a bled falllow deer swarms hands when thunder
appears scented, just like a dead sweet child

and an eerie ripper uses foam for flights; and fathers
don aviaries when soft freed birds
appear drained, and soft freed birds flee from words
and a fool in both god's eyes
will surrender christs to sweet-sky
and a patient to Andromeda will wed Hector to
designers of puke-breasts

yes, a madam of a mad mind will send sailors unto
a widening of torn tracheas
and a woollen head-layrnx uses medea for pulled
belly boyfriends
and i am fascinating
and i am oozing pealings
yes, a madam of a mod mind will rent blabber to
curators of surged pure damage

and an eerie ripper uses foam for flights; and whores
may well catch a rat aside a calamity
la la, we weep for de cap
la la, we sleep with de cat
la la, we heap brain-resins from diggers and bawd

*
cat-minded, holy horse-dogs must deface the four-ways
yeah, bat-grinded, easy hogs must deface evil doorways
yeah, fat-grinded, easy clogs must fracture heels and toes
uh, bridlers, blinded, heaven-strike ingenious darkness
wow, rat-rinded, minded raven-mikes swim after sadness

and an eerie macadam madam muses on wifflers when
idolisers of cherry-Adon forces saints to crunch gems;
o, as fazers fascinate piggers then faces we will rend
easter-boyhood; and dreamers, dangled, suck pens, La!
yes, madam macadam must serve pips to sex-hens; La!

La?

these are my mallard days
these are my tarot-trades; and, o, as faceless buddhas burn
then mastics under slaves oozes wheatgerm under grey perms
and, ignited, treasurers of voces slide ape-ferns aside women
and, la, these are my mallard days
and, la, these are my rooms of Arcana

once across a murdered flower, fazers made pink guns shrink
o, once, lost, a rider under flour
caused a cakey biker to bait a sea of sun-showers
and abaited necks
appear napeless; and, oo, as we slide then we use a rainbow
to delve ash for fatal moon-shows

these are my mallard days
these are love's ballad days; and a fotal focuser of honey
causes abusive genital wax
to send dizzy drivers aside blowers of hens and bunny;
and i shall use my twelve armed mitts
to bedazzle dom daniel; and, loped, me and loud money
will most certainly suspend rocks from de family

once, aside false music, a fascinated gun shoots slowed
biddy-babby-bine-cloths
and i will entertain the easily killed when flinches crow
after headpieces and signal moths

and heapers hold me all too tight when children flow
down, down, down; across midnights; o, fast snows
appear summer-heated now;- and aces get chilled-up.

*
there are two twixed minds nearby; o, as curtains flail
a moisturising sea-swine loosens pigs then wail
oo, two billion gobby ghosts cause heroes to set sail
for pussellers of outelbowelled fast yoyos; o, men rail when
a haloed catechism of demure rafts gets sweated; and hens
come clucking after dark egg
oo, a moisturising seed-swine violates sweet beds when
sweetening heart-quests drag fragmenters with pus-demons

and a slanted sow-head sinks meshers inside plushness
oh, planted, crowlegs cums scuttering where deadliness
gets sputtering; and, lo, lungers loom where dizziness
shaves fists from wine
oh, cunted, crowbeds cum smattering air where vines
get coupling bats with ferine loss;
and there are two twixed minds nearby; o, as curtains sail
a heaper of crews shaft impossible families

as a poker of pigliness plows pugs with towers, babies
jeer at the canny cavern-killed; and lice bear bodies
ah, catechisms of decorous diamates will star-slam vales
and the moon is six-pence
and the sky is sex-rent; and we get killed by spent whales

*
what with disabled chairs being star-raised from high tar fags
what with disabled hairs being car-crazed by old male slags
we will surely eat a broken coffee and walnut cake; O, stags
supper after sleep where disabled trainyards on their knees
creel into city caves; O, a sea of figs frigs a vegetable when
dragglers of pity-graves sink a cabbage of a mind into gems
and, la la ah, wildernesses under stinking baggage sea-rends
darkening dolly-heads from gingery dirt berries and u-bends.

o we may well have to buy an old-timed crippled van with
filthier dreams that have ever noticed man; and mental pig
urniates inside dulled pants when a stinker of a menstrual pig
damages eyes with soft moggy hens and smokers of dead kids

what with disabled chairs being star-raised from evil maps
what with disabled prayer being Mar-mazed under cold straps
we will surely eat a broken coffee and tawny breaded dun mac
and a diver after plective vege urine has to sink aside macadam
ah ah ah; and sun-assaulted widows weep for mencapped Adam
and a doctor on its disabler's feed flashes aside naked crabs
,
eyes have to melt under pulleyed shit-wrecks as we cry for
easy kissers of pelt tundra and pissers of slits and dippy wards
..
*
the guttoral muse of the dead and gone colludes with devil-men
lo, utterances, screwed, cause mothering murmurings to send
daffy darkness to a narrowed cave;
lo, mutterances, pulled, sink a butterfly under a sweet grave;
and swiftening bell-dolls must lean aside sweet pain; and gems
come swallowing soft diamate-diamonds;
and a picker of pinky blood-nets cum dropping under rage
and a rippler of inky dinky cat-pets cum cutting spy-raves

the guttoral muse of the dead and gone colludes with devil-hens
lo, gutterers inside salt-bed lends summers to a wintry feeder of
odlers of shroud-sails; and our veined destroyer must use gob
to womanise after belicose rampagers of nuclear bunny bomb-gods
and, fragmentised, a parent to devourers, indigo gunny sons use loves
to thunderise a weepy wildened birth with inky fairy gloves
and bald boys, made hairy, glide from hirsute daisies while muds
return back home to scamperers.

oo, we stride bled streets of decorous dirt shoots tramplers dead
oo, we ride across sheets
weedlers of milk-weepies use thinners for cooked sheep; and
we arrive to a tall hall when eager chippies sell lardy blue fish

and, la la, sprawlers inside runes become evil as bible-lips

o-hahh, a blouse of hearsers use buttons for hairgrips, Oh,
a casement under pursers use mutton for hand-tit; and, Oh,
a renderer of mumma slinks across a lazy madam-man, Oh,
o-hahhm a blousy venal caped vagina dreams of Japan, Oh,
once upon a mad mind, a cuttler of loud china screens rove
directly across a midnight head-crowd;
and, oo, a matrial sex-wort uses sheeps for mouths
and, oo, a masoner for ragworts uses bricks for droughts

and the guttoral screws of the spent sexify disease without
a single parent or a masturbatory mother; and riders will rout
all charms and every single patented grubbler; and skied louts
give bedded head to wingles
ah, guttoral throat-stretchers get widened till the earth's crouch
comes shitting across kissifers and fast fished trouts

and venal destroyers will forever flush lemon down de moon.

*
hoh, a dicky ducky on a vile english cliff
appears fed to some evil lip;
and idolisers, moved, shoots sad mists;
o, la la, we fragmantise users of crypts
as we learn of faces and crayoners: La!
perfect bed-boys drink to failures when wrists
get easily slashed inside sex-transit

capsized, green genoa dips a sock inside
car-americana; and the users of sides will
cause ingenious revellers aside a lost hill;
and, lo, weepers shed sugar-eyes where lit
causes keen men to shelter under rills
and, scar-anointed, we rise from papers

hoh, a fucky wintry ovens capsizen for
a leader of evil hens;
and, ochred, we will send sins to war
and, pictured, we will send winds to gems;
and easily murdered
we must utilise purdahs from nuclear sins

o-la! as atomised human seed-shelters get
wanderised across milky weed, then pecks
will hereby shop all porny pee
and, uh uh, a puller of pony-pie-bees
will adopt swift sex till saddeners use leaves.

*
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

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 daddy moon is pliant
and my face is bright and defiant
and a moon is spraying for
hills and rubbishing wards
and green kids move

for unsexed body-prison?

work-in-progress title: The Edible Egits Who Fag After Mists
first draft poem then poem-song

the edible egits who fag after fists must
terrify girl-lip; and a slag under mist must
sunderise soap with musk
and, oo, when cloisters crawl, god-gusts
must sermonise scans with musaks;
and, oo, a serialiser of kids dons plaits

the edible pig-ships that sailed for rats
become, once ripped, as soft as ole cats
and, la la, once tipped, a kissifer uses rats
to mouse-strangle buds with traced fats
and, oo, fragmentisers will drive bats
homeward.

*
edible egos use panters for sweat-powers
o, easy cargoes use painters for flowers
and, napped, robin-wives use dog-towers
to sunderise eager sweet Dom Daniel;
and, oo, a feinted sheet
gets sucked, and hot sleep will use powers
to shell a sex-router; and hands hold spaniels

edible egos use farters for wards; O, souls
appear star-haggled
o, easy shapers of draggled whores must
entertain rivers with fragmentations; Oo
as timers die, then a magneto under crusts
gets choked, just like poked cherries

the edible egits who flag for sweaters shower
crazy show-boats with veilers; and flour
causes old buzzy bum-buns to rise wrongly;
and issuers of dandy scum-guns
come scattering sides across petrollers

*
o, here and now, in the gravy-dark, diners
tend to dine in the dark
o, here and for always, dinners in darts
cause healers to maim good parks;
and, oo, once aside dames, eaten lovers
tend to kiss in the park
and, uh, a kissifer of ladies suppers for
greeny god-gusts

o, here and now, in the crazy Ark, rivers
tend to drown de holy man
ahh, a naveller, denied, gets fed to sands
and, once tendored, a giver of islands
come suppering for forks and jam
and, la la, we idolise decorous mammas

o, here and for always, dunes light pizzas

*
oo, a singular puller of bell-men use murder tocsins when
odes to evil fever
come singing for rivers; and a definer of feathers use gems
to snapperise a fagger with flava; and marley aside December
comes drivelling across pig-labia
oo, a singular puller of bell-men use bad deceivers when
daffies, daddied, get gritted to flowed failure

here and now, surrendered, weepers, milked, drag gems
across nailers; and dukedoms, murmured, use flays
to damage graves; and pukedoms, sundered, use flays
to cause high welts; and, la la, a maker of Numbers trades
ideal beaters for vein-slaves

oo, a singular puller of bell-men use murder tocsins when
odes to eager-rizlas
come carpetting lungs with cancer-lubbers; and old men
appear denuded by reapers; and wide manxes get home when
a milker of mind-melodies
must terrorise genius ivies; and a leader of babies will

send dolters to fast sleep; and bunchers tred lost hills

*
these are my mallard days; O, these are my city-pens
o, as citiers get slain, reapers of eggy easters
appear sundering rain
and, revving, revolver-blame gets shot dead; O, men,
when wasped, will get maimed as soft bread feeds grain
to rotten devil-hens
and, la la, where I use hissers, then icy bends revere
a plastic summer of causing causal violations

oo, a singular puller of belt-men get sliced, and tears
appear fragmentising moulders; and icers of tears
strum a false cigar
and, oo, where we roar then we stir cards into tar
and, oo, where we spray slimmed curs
a passionless nakedness of pinners must use scars
to frontalise sweetness with blessers of grey guitars

and these are my mallard days; O, these are my body-bend
and, cheesed too high, fatal mopers must
sirenise blued sea-spies with bellers and fatal cunt-dust

ah, a deceiver of radio crags get fed to evil heart-crusts

rubbished by twixed drams a naked nuclear feather
appears morse-fed to edams,
o, made cold as bread, massed men steal sedans
and, once across a crisscrossing hens, blue dams
will certainly divide selves from gaoled sea-slams

asphyxiating baby-bowls seem revelled up from
tawny seasands; and a soft dream appears gummed
to dirtyers of xmas easter
la la, salem under asthma fingers taunts the sun
and easterly arising exzema weavers
get dressed to ashen clothes

rubbished by fixed drams, a naked nuclear mirror
appears sauce-fed to homosexy rivers
and a straight jam such as mine sweats for killers
and a raping ram sucks
all birds where a titty tonseller must sunder nuts

o, a daffodil aside a cunt-jumper numbers sluts
with communers of eyes
o, a cradled wife junks pumpers; and lost mutts
will surely deify dogs with wild poetic heavens
..
*

the twiny urgent belly ungent men saw arise from a lift
hastens here and now to a model face factory
la, easers of urgent delis serve sweet rich salami to lips
and, oo, as a latent babby swerves from crypts
then a balded parambulator buggy appears fed to tricks

the windy urgent blood-glaucous that leads rats to ricks
hereby heaps a holdal of faggots under bread
and a homosexy christ will accuse thunder of trips
and, uh, once upon a hill, a proud boy in a piss-pit
got shafted by bad toys

*
lumped way, way up high, doomers must sunderise
dragglers of clays
o, junked, sweet day dreams for drovers; and lies
accuse laddies of cutting knaves

lumped way, way up high, doodlers must slumberise
swaggerers; and graves
appear intensely scudded; and cemented sea-claves
get sunken when father-flays
come wanking after tea-trays

ah, once pertive, idiot fazers grip to gold when plaids
come commanding bellers with lip
and, stained with killers, users of brine get fed to
saline sex-trades;
and, oo, once across mirrors, melters gasp

lumped way, way up high, doomers must fragmentise
battlers of hot swords and blood-peace
hah, as mysterious mind-hands gut de east, masts
get torn from money-sails
and oozers flow from Wales as dizzy denuded masks
rock the cattlers under vales

hah, once pertive, idiot skaters fall and die for vast
rinky pinky ice-brawls
hah, once naked, idiot rapiers get sunken as de past
gets living in future halls;

and the deadeners run dry
and blue heaveners cut slides; and kodaks burn

the renderer of a crunched crocus gets led to blind water
o, a dissembler of a punched lotus
appears, at first, as if junked by boaters; but old doctors
must sirenise glass with smelly loaders

o, inside a perspex rill stillers of radios will sunder
of every single sea-still;
and reddeners of cars get pinched from mummas
and daddiers on Mars
grasp to filthy kinemas

and, shedded, a happy thrill commands birdies to
a fart-scalded full nappy; and fathers sing de blues
and fisherboys will forever fish of mermaids as truth
knocks a woman dead

*
the idiots on a pharoah screen use tendrils for city-rivers
la la, egits whose yoyos use balls
must layer dogs with ponchos when a bed aside drawl
appear mind-stopped
and, oo, a satyr of a soft sylph gets gutted by cots
and, oo, a saviour of a gal-milks
appear rendering a softener of silks to dress rot
with sweetening picture-pot

o, inside muted cellophane, wizardy causes spell-shot
to suffer after the fascinating paranormal fools
who know absolutely nothing at all; and sweet Lot
must get scarp-shaven;
and the belters in Eden get crab-scuttling

ah, a coronar whose indicted bar-gal will rock
a pussy pulley-pavement
and a naked bruise-nerve must use a sad cocked
mind-mocking kid-casement
and a dear dumby garden flows from basements
and an easy writhers

writhes across lime-scissors; and men close.

the helplessly happy with doomy eyeballs come
scar-screaming; and holy hens use hips for lung
oo, a native pussy pig-piece gets wailing and guns
come papa shooting fig-fleeces.

*
O, we weep as we stir sound seed aside blisters
O, we sleep; and once a river-siege uses sisters
to supper for knives and spoons
a tenement under skies get turned under tombs
O, we weep as we stir sound seed aside fingers
O, we use lost wheat
and, la la, a lotion under meat gets fed to fever
and, la la, a potion under gites get fed to weavers

hah, a coronar whose indicted beer-gal shivers
must sunderise blues with convicts; and greasers
come driving edgy engines across bastard-billers
hah, a coronar whose invective tear-gal quivers
must fragmentise all special kids
hah,- a wiper of denial sponges kids with milners
uh,- a forcep of baby-grunges
must come petrifying hot oranges

O, we weep as we stir sound seed aside kissers
O, we get glassed;
and an impoverished castle comes cutting cripplers
with insidious kitchen-pealers
O, we weep as we stir sound seed aside deliveries
O, we get masked;
and, latent, fishy pearls get casked
and, patent, disy girls get cast across huge trees

hah, a coronar to peddlers come fragmenting bees
hah, a sidler to mam-weedlers comes using bees
to swinge across birders; O, once crosses freeze
then a painter of defilers
gets rented to family cryers; and openers
get shended while liars come seizing revellers
and a happener whose toady arm walks gods

must sunderise loss while reaping men who stone
christers and the corridors of de deadly head-boned
ruby stricklers of horned grubs; and deaths
get out alone in a cage where looters delimit sex.

and candlers of bright candifiers cum hooting for
spread-eaglers; and nightly padded lungs use war
to soften gunny pelts with dizzy majors; and wards
come scraping silks from fizzy greasers
O, a moped, milked, dons hats when peerers
peer upon lubes and vaginal tweezers
O, a sacred hitler
is forever condemned to killers; and eyes arise

O, we weep as we stir
O, we reap as we feel fur, and we abuse tides
O, we weep as kits pur
O,we reap as we feel curves; and we abuse skies
..
abed with the nightly dreamers, dommy red wives
will clash with brighteners
and, tashed, kind riveners get beery when Ides
sink marching hares across devil whiteners
and, mashed, snares floss de evil madams who
extemporise dolor with creams

Uh.

*
clay-shorn aside a snuff-pit, a killer of deniers must drag after dreamers
o, mind-wived, a skirt-slit must shiver,
and doomy head-deniers shove dust aside bakers of breaded rivers
la la, a deadener, withered, appears crushed
la la, a maddener, pillared, sears tears when moon-tusks
get shafted
and, oo, it is safe to dance
and, oo, it is safe to advance across bony body-busts; and riders
get horse-rode from county sleep and evil lovers

and these are our scented days, and here are love's farmers
and, o-la, as minted squinters ram ears aside love's fondlers
then a vase of a female
hisses; and egging valva-ogres take titians on heart-holiday
and linguid tonguers must
swell, swell; ahhh- dusters loosen dirt
ah-hah, dells use car-misters for opened sky-hurt
and, widening, we weep for silk parades where pert skirt

drops, as tears flow like big sad stone; and asses spurt
moggy poo-sex-meats

Uh.

*
coursers of cunny men drag peppermint for albas
o, divorcers of swift hens
interfere with cats and wrens; and grey fatal deaths
get teetering where venoms cried

coursers of moany men drag coppices for madness
o, enforcers of dead stems
dragonise floats with de fish-Thames
o, coded boats seem rod-strangled; and sadness
entenches ava mary with striking shot-breads

and an angler of angellers fish for wine
and an amper of anglers fish for twine when deaths
got carpetted with sugar-minnows
and, lo, where fuckers catch sparrows
a lotus-chewer hill-found, gets drowning in meths;
and a decking sailor-bed
comes stripping lesions down, down

O, we creep as we stir
O, we reap as we feel furs, and we fish for Downs
and, diseased, sky-weed ravages heads with clowns
O, we peep as we purr
O, we sleep as we wet birds
and, star-reaping, fasting burrs that stick to crowns
will shrapnelise a father with a renal rainbow

corpsers are hereby led to sturgeons as easy towns
get dominative with leaden bluesers
O, horsers, canned, get dressy for pony-movers
and, once drammed, petallers cause soothers
to tumble a salted sea-harness;
and, la la, bolted bee-worship scatters breaded worms
across casementers of whisked bones

and, oo, we will weevilise wintry fevers where ferns
scatted seeds across a female gripped God
and, oo, we will certify all of ourselves until sperm
glisters as he clots,
and defamers of cots sprawl across vagismo when
tardy flexers of cock-knots
caress a cabler of cunt-rot
and we germinate red bread
and we car-crane granulars across ladiers of seamen

O, we creep as we stir
O, we reap as we feel curves, and we fish for demons
and, made-up from maggots, the caressers of our din
gets calamatised where swaggerts kill all missions

*
shallowers, wagstaffed, come saluting spies in mortars
o, wifflers, map-cast, come saluting hospice daughters
and, la la, a spleeny man uses pokers for a clotheshorse
and, o-la, when once we used loafers then we mouthed
mited motellers with silence; and coasters cut forced
titty-tinselllers
and, crab-masked, a dell of divas gets led to sauce
and, stag-masked, a swell of diggers get fed to gorse
and mad rooms when born on both sides
appear bragging for storms
and, slag-bathed, an easy city drum causes wet wives
to season arks with swarms

shallowers, wagstaffing, come denoting tides where
dicky doctors to heart-cullings blow red fevers down
a dizzy nuclear stairway
and we idolised the prayer-glades
and we sermonised drink with flasked slaves: O, towns
come cocking at the city's doors while
duelling dukedoms, sliced, butter bakes with tiles

oo a deviller, denuded, snaps picklers when smiles
grind porters down to palavered husks; and clowns
will cardify the common dead

Uh.

*
motels found beneath deep wells whistle down four winds
o, hostesses, scar-heaped, smells like mother spirits
and, once tarred, a user of a sleek dress must erase skin
with a puckerer;
oo, radio fathers come shooting sex with swiners
oo, meadow dadas come hooting
and, when onced thrilled, a rabbit under ceilings spins
and, when once dilled, a hermit under gildings swims
across a feline mind-adjunct when breeders suck quim

mallowers, fawned, hiss across christs when parchments
get postcard-sent to a nuked smile
o, gallowers, stormed, kiss lost ice where patients
appears rented to cunt-visors; and evil kids inside bile
gets screaming

and patinas of circus-cicadas come breaking seed-dials
and issuers of hocus-sea-sliders come quaking
after doomy pocus-sea-sidlers who pierced the Thames
,- And ponies that rot as they trot must send sons to
shaking dummy bays

ohhhh.

*
Copyright JDB 13/10/2021.

work-in-progress title: Raking Faces From Creation
1st draft poem then poem-song

raking faces from creation, a dizzy ape inside red rain
gets star-heaped
razing faces from dilations, a fizzy snake inside red pain
gets car-reaped
o, eager statues get fragmentised
o, fever-canoes get sunken; and blue crafts end in sleep

motels found beneath deep wells whistle down five trees
o, hotel-sound creeps under bells
o, shovellings, seeped, sunder cells
and a padre of colours uses god as keen war
ahh, metrifiers suck pucks
and statues end

*
raking faces from creation, a dizzy ape inside red rain
gets star-heaped
raising arizona, a fabler of pure meat uses closed rain
to slumberise cablers
O, a nakedness of drifters gets jam-clothed
and a facelessness of sisters, lammed, get stoved

motels found beneath deep wellls use fists for gloves
la la, openers of heaths come smiling
la la, silences, gobbed, cut a tooth-lip as buds
come drinking
and, limed, shrinkers, creaming, stop lord blood

*
raking aces from creation, a giddy gold chimp rains
dearly down under grain
o, heapers of guns shoot easy sweet souls and pain
gets stuck in heaven's cum-sheath,
and, oo, raiders of winters gets glutted by summers

motels found beneath deep swells dons hard sleep
la la, sexed hoteliers sweep dells from lungs
and, oo, a baiter of brooders must eat hot drums;
la la, vexations, severed, drip for hills
la la, intimations, pleasured, drink to wheels

raking aces from creators, a family fireside uses reels
to unravel spires unto the deep wildening sun
and, wax-smoothed, natives to spun wet seals
to execute signal signed doom deniers

*
these raking daddy dealers who pay for peal
gets bagging seizures
lo, when tardy epilepsy cuts fingers, old deals
must surely pee on both hands
and, o, a hardy butcher of money uses meals
to sermonise eyes and hands and blue heels

o, motels under sperm-ruins gets fed to hostels
o, hotels under sperm-ruin gets led to cradles,
and, scar-swiped, permers whose curlers crack
will hereby sufferers with mazes
o, saddeners, mufflered, fuses flayers and crap

gets eaten; and copro-techs kill everyone

*
rakers of dumb doobies come cupping coffee-tit
o, butchers of garlands appear slutted
after beds and ceilings; and ghosts get nuetered

o, motels under fern-seed get crashing; O, lit
appears scented by heart-greed
and, featured, handlers of seed uses old lifts
to extend dustered manglers

to eaters of sovereign riflers;- La La..

These are contusive days where my groped heart
hisses; O, and insistent days use night as the dark
appears rented to sex-resisting evil madam sharks
la, a budder of a nippy boy
heaps idolisers under father's toys
and a fan-feeling martyr uses ash for funeral boys
and reelers in the ancient east
goes gathering up false flowers when teased geese
come gabbling just like gobbling dick-prison,
and eyers even out salted goblins
and drivers season drought with fanny bison

These are confusing days where my soaped heart
pisses; O, and insidious garlands draggle for art
and, once peering, invidious sky-scans don barks
from blorted boaty blithe bloater men
and, led to lesions, an ironer of oated women will
widen vamps with sandy stove-denned sunny rills

And painters of pulley men will shave vacs down
to a small rick when a petrol den cusses fire-frowns
with bedazzlers of mental menstrual horses; and towns
clamour homeward
to find a funferal of a fun funeral with hooded crowns

and silly sodded killed Gods will arise again from
dirtyers of daddies and lea-and-perrins; and guns
get shooted
and billy budded billed God will die again for mums

La
La
Ha

*
bunny blithe men come showering dreams in ice
o, sunny cuppas get scented
la, mummifiers, slit, appear cock-rented
o, bummy bath-men come showering dreams for mice
o, the hallways of decorous heart-rhyme
appear lit with stations; and candifiers of city wine
use ole blue beaten jesus
o, bummy blind men come scouring screens in lice
and, cunt-dimmed, weavers of sweet death
prises pissers from psychic decks; and old christs
star-surrender books to closed wrecks

bunny blithe men come showering screams with life
o, dummy fathers get pented
o, mummify feathers, slit, get sea-graved forever
and, lamed, lippers split pecks with bushel mumma,
and, pained, kickers slip
o, bummy blithe big ben fuses Hector with dada
uh,- this decorous families to vendors
sell saveloys to acrid memories; and even gaga
loosens scums underneath nooses and lost farters

and silly sodded killer men must sail for murders

although saint peter ain't real, heaven's doors
will surely sacrifice bells to wards
and a painter in a cloud reads about moors
and northerly riding yorkshire horde
come stabbing bones around ilkley?

dusted grassy canoers get fucked when drowned
and ancient lakes, split, get mucked
with swirling canals
and a loch in a stream dazzles camels as
old lost townsmen
cry forevermore

ah, confectioned bummer wine drinks glass
ah, defectioned summer swine
serve holy birds to riddler's wine; and masts
carve-raise blue sails from jammy jack-masks

these widening mind-words sky-write for dusk
these crying wet mind-words
blossom into debt as crawling snake swerves
across erectioners

ah, nippy blood nipplers raid kites as nerds
dream of porno-england
ah, clitty-blood-pickers raise pints to verves
and a city in a crashed lift
loosens lady mess from crazy cavvy nerves
and a bath at sea
uses soap for tea; and idlers sidle for curd

Oh
..

*
the eaters of westend rifles get shot by angels
la, down eastern muscles, a hive of soft seagulls
appear drowned,
and a violent tear-drop gets pattered, and dolls
appear resounding

the eaters of westend rifles get shot by ravens
la, we sleep for keen idols
la, we reap for dreamt cablers when gardens
appear lotted out to lovers
and, oo, a masterer of budders uses reason
to fragmentise radios

ah, nippy blood roses hiss: ah, naked droves
come cantering
ah, easy mud roses kiss; ah, naked sloes cause
ginners to swim under buildings
ah, biters of gods, lisped, close lips when sauce
comes sundering by

these widening mind-words sky-wrote for dusk
these chatterers whose bird maimed smoke
gets malingering inside nerds
oo, wideners, spooled, come cutting red dope
oo, wiveners, tooled, come puffing beer-smokes
and, la la,

we will entertain beards when cellves give in to
a glistering glasshose
and, enveined, inveigaling robes bear clothes
unto billies and dizzy rogues

*
when a coppice grate grips to grey stone
then a bud of ice
reiterates a gilly drome
la a baby under christs hits a king-sloane
& a bast of lice
laps a cocked meat-heart
.,.
o a doggy hour walks the dead when
atomic leeches sleep under wine
&, sun-spread, a dolly paper-mind
exposes habits to farts..

i will sympathise with hissed ice
ah i will centre death where cold brine
bodies a penis-flower
& we say Amen to drunken dice
& we play for utmost power?

when a coppice cape cups a grey groan
then a wedded grave
has male-masted venal-trades... bone
backs a bed horse
o, a sea of force flashes for gal-gloam
^& a starry slice
feeds vanillas to a mid-wife...

eyes burn to death when a dilly life
goes too blind for words
& we are burned bully birds....

*
these are our mallard days when a mixed mind
fuses fats with de flowers
o, these are our carved days when a twixed tower
comes scattering huge heels
and, once staved, we will use sweet film-reels
to slumberise veils with children
and, torn from sails, kissers in gardens steal
automotion from a lime tree bower
and this lime-tree is my prison
aah, a naked pearl gets greased when apple boughs
sink drugs under women

we will entertain beers with bees as we use clouds
to summon up bends from acid
o, a sea of pinkers guts tears
o, a tree of slinkers guts spheres; and old-aged crowds
appear seasoned with sugar-gear
and, la la, once across a grid, fay gide and his mien
came swivelling after gay gem
and a teaser of fathers fade to men when idiot fardels
appear shended by Paladin's poof-Aladdin

la la, these are our mallard days when a mixed mind
fuses dogs with good kine,
and, Oh, a faster whose belly grinds must use wine
to flavour stones with limes
la la, these are our mallard days when a twixed mind
flashes after follies
will use a first rated rider for dotty clay-cold dollies

and, o-la, wipers of bridlers store hens in grey trollies
and, o-la, swipers of riflers snore for wrens
and here there is death in the hens
and here there is death in the egg; and, oo, tea-dregs
use harridans for unsexed toffee-stems
lahh. I saw my dummy mind clad in blindness.

Uh,..fascinated golden vixen rats get used by
a fandago flamingo left to die in the neon sky; La
merriment, shadowed, loosens pie as whored spars
come swivelling on black beer
Uh,.fascinated waxen foxed brays get used by
a gallower; and, ashen, cockers use days to slide
horsed hearses under crockers and midnight wives

and, o-la, we extemporise gum as we chew tides
and, o-la, we extend bubblers to acritudes: blinds
get pulled aside opening hired windows when Ides
get sputtering; and riveners of spied meadows drive dust
far east where we get gathering up the teas
and, oo, we reel inside the east
and, oo, we ravel inside timeless feet
and, oo, we time-travel to absolutely nowhere
.
mindlessness uses soft cum for lungers where air
get swallowed; and evil sons
give beds to dying daughters; and sad men snare
everything and almost everybody

uh.

*
the dunny razzlers of lady daffodils blow botanical witches
o sunny drivellers who stem sweet hills stoops in harness
and a fakir in a witching hour seats dills inside yon madness
and a tallowed tower which collapses under daddy saddness
eye-deafens dukes with pain-refexing ear lumber; O, depth
drabblers for suits and a bren in messing cries for T Rex
and a gism in a hardboard pastes bud-brides with pen-pecked
mummy pillars which clothe breasts in bee-slides; and death
drivels into flued flour; and a camphor inside wives wreck
easy plashes with corridors and flashes; O, once inside sex
my eater of a stained mind thought about dogs when specs
fell, and, uh, down around a merry-go-town, my sweet kecks
sun-staved a widower of pounds with american diner-decks

o alarmers, heard once a day, listen to lips where sirens are
fuck-fed to egit lavvy soap-clays; and a minder in a sidecar
dulls a daddy dray with sweetex and cube-grinders; and stars
piss from a moony height where a merchant to easy rum-scars
sea-dilates inside a tawny buzzy bounced boy who wanks scars
and a beddy clowned mind scatters spermatozoa aside carved
babby kitchens that ease a frenched tongue under stone-stir;
and whisperers don whimperers when a tawser of grey curs
leash a sylvan mind to as winklers that snap a gazer's hearse

unfinished.

*
the lady confusers of dizzy times will
tidalise laddies with fishy vines
o, a vineyard defuser uses blue hills
to source decriers with mean mills
and a doctored ruler gets used where pills
come shovelling pain with midwives

o crazy dromedaries script cul-de-sacs
o lazy cemeteries cloth titters in macs
and, la la, a pelter of de cross uses cash
to pay for lumberers of mental sea-hash
and a widener of the Thames

gets guzzling on detergents; O, stems
appear cut-off
O, peppery clocks tell the evil time when
slippery tawny bowellers get used by cocks
and we shall be the tellers of a mind
and we shall be the mirrors of a bird
and deniers must cause rocks to strangle

dirt deaths and the peerers of an angel.

*
on honey hill, on honey hill
there is a doctor in mill;
and words are leant to killers
as faces learn of mirrors

a villa in a bath has to shiver
a river in a car has to
collide wuth hero mothers when
honey hill falls down

on honey hill, on honey hill
there is a pontif pushing pills
on honey hill, five winds today
bustle under basin claves
and the fingers in the ground
twirl aside a sea of sounds

a villa in a bath has to shiver
a rider under planet Mars
melts into a lift and a mirror
and we read the news
and we hear massed screws
whining under rain
..
de angled angels under truths
combat a winged nude
ah, a doll of death has to move
honey hill to fierce sleep
and lunged seraphs don smoothed
heads where cherubs reap
doled deaths and slept meat

..
*

work-in-progress title: The Aceless Card-Players of One Million Tarot-arcana
first draft poem then poem-song

the aceless card-players of one million tarot-arcana
appears rented to red roulette,
and a spiraller, made dead, swing for poker-flava,
and, o, aceless card-dealers
get fragmentised by plastic coins and dollar-stealers

o, de queen of darts dealt bridges as casinos got
bingo-brained; and card-slappers use gut-rot
to extemporise daddy fruities with spended soft
soapy female players
and eyers of forbidden winners sleep in a cross

*
faces under green thunder gets waivering for loss
ha, mumma dreams appear
sirening after blown beers; and a baby on a cross
gets cut up by tears;

and aceless card-lovers get surrenderig to fears
and de endless races gets scented by horse-spheres;
and, oo, a naked greyhound gambler
comes causing steeds to resound; and gamblers
come wasting trendless bookies

faces under green thunder gets waivering for swindlers
oo, pacers of wallet-mamma
renders pony-traps from book-shakers; and swindlers
get shoved as funds run dry

*
faces of decorous gold-power dam veins with spiders
o, aces of insidious soul-powders
appear star-spended
and, moved, rented god-brains cause thought to suffer
a mind-bender; and a mental dinner
comes shovelling hands under minded doom-fever

and acelss card-mothers deal cunt for father-divas
oo, a coverer of death-drovers
get bed-creaming; and blood-stains don mirrors
and, lacing, shoes and booties
scatter feline perfumes across lovers and dairies

*
burners, cooked, roar across onion-ovens
o, turners, rooked, roar across bunyips; and seasons
extemporise crooked stores
o, spurners who stir ice-cream gets bastardised
o, permers who stir hair-creams get fragmentised;
and a baited rock
comes crashing

burners, cooked, roar across sturgeon-covens
o, witchers, shook, get spell-fucky,
and a bled bath at sea
appears suppering for leaves where old caverns
sirenise coded couplings;
and, la la, roaded micklings use gold gardens

and aceles card-fuckers damage coinings when
deadliness diners in dangerous darkness; and gems
get fascinating while boredom dons evil pig-quim
and, once across a mind, devillers
came porking a poesy honey-slot; and spind wind

stoppers bed-life.

when pin-leaves fall in transits, vanners of veinous pears
get apple-fed to drawl,
o, as spun leas get cut down, dragglers of pinky malls
appear sucking on sweet hair
o, and a mickler of a sun shines from a moon-void

when pinners thral, then designers of drums get boyed
with spinder-spiders
o, a fatal heart-rose sweetens idlers
and, once bandaged in ravines, riders of female fevers
get slittering after potent latrines
o, a messer of a failure hisses

directly beneath a tree of kisses; and vaulters of gingers
suck upon a candle-nut
and, gummed, a stickering mutt appears fed to killers
o, messengers of slutterers
serve some naked flash-news to benders of follies; O,
we will sear flacids when masters

gob all gods; and pin-leaves fall from gannets where
casers of bogs, drammed, feed gall to granites
and, ooo, weavers weave washed lies where planets
drag dragoons for bees;
and rocklers, warred, shoot bums from meads

La La La..

*
a codicil for willing fathers moistens hands with veined crows
o when family larders cum storming dark dinners, then crows
sear easy wives with labelled death,
and the remanders on the moon star-strangle dirty money
o a leader of denial layers mesh with a sea of easy honey
and a digger for dragooners slaps pigs with maxy lovies

a coda in the cornice of the heart leases sheep to lies and,
mumbler-fangled, a rooter of lyonesse leaps shit as saltsans
crucifies the lammed whites on the hill,
and a crooked caned birthday hoists defilers from grey rills
and, la la, me and my madam mentor melts aside lost hills

the laughter in a torn wept sleeve cusses canners of semen
and a bath at sea snips the deadeners of the easily stormed
and, looped from beads, the slaveners of old families fawn for
a digger of drought and perfumed pulled pain

a codicil of wily lovers moistens hands with veined crows as
a delver of mastics dawns across an octagion of demure gas
and a pig at sea storms sowers that lead squids to waters
and, smashed, serial fathers jack skinned trades that slaughter
the jacks of christs and the starry worm of Mnetha's daughter

the tawny easy heart which leashes caves to cawdor will
moon-raise lunar devils from a doctor of eyes and blue hills
and a sainted rush raids lungs with a slappering of old mills
ah rushing across graves a city of fevers layers chalk-fields
with a damseller of pulers
and a lacer of dumb foolers interfuses mien with colours
.
the signal shaft of the signal sun dopes cloths then dies.

*
these heron-daytimes feed fanny herrings to fishy barblers
o, these birded lunch-times
get egg-hatched across swillers of brines; and faders
faderise a nippler of loss; and winners of vines use carpers
o, these birded supper-times
get brewed aside a shit-coffee; and red-breasts use fathers
to sucker a demeaning mind-meddler
and these petrel days when angled angels suspend larders
then cocoa-toffees dig shooted gravestones

these heron-mornings feed daffy sex-pealings to gingers
la la, easers in de burning
comes shovelling ices down; and sidlers of ceilings sunder
fascinating dom daniel with hagglers of dirtiers and lumber;
and eyes inside blind ears
get respecting smalle minds where a statue under tears
loosens roots then rot forever
o, a summery sweet winter eases heads inside tethers;
and all god's goodly love-flowers
get all dead and withered away.

the handlers of pure dun pursing phone-money will
rotate across a veinous vampyric sea of honey-hills
la la,- fantastic adult memories use bees for wasp-rills
la la,- fearful adult maladies use trees for grey reeds as
shooters of colted families use teas for cooked glass and
these heron-nightimes cause beddlers to breakdown
oo, petrollers of dead minds use cars out of town

and a laden cavvy encages tablets inside evil shrinkers
and, la la la, easy mind-maces melt inside devil-drinkers
oh, once upon this blue mind, god saw weird scenes where
easter-xmas nailed a nude mine to gilders of filthy hair
and, once when bathers swooned, then a phalanx of tears
comes grinding dogdayed drivellers under green spheres
.
o naked plu-perfect mien-masturbators get sucked aside an
ebony-ivory beautiful nation
o rigid nude-perfect mien-finger-rafters get sucked aside an
marvellous plane where all peoples live forever
and, once upon a soul, a wicked female made easy pleasure
come drinking horse-juices from the bums of the cities

uhhh a savoury veering spunk-sailor chokes across babbies
uhhh an invectory of pure-pealers arrests blood for bobbies
uhhh a refectory of demure riddlers contest blood for boobies
and, o, an octagon of pure rivers ties deaths to easy rubies

La La La. keen budded hands use voodoo for cannes

EH?

*
pluralities of vegetable dizzy veined bows get solemnised by
an easy greasy vault where pigeons pray
la, dualities of venal plant laddies cause deniers to dress eyes,
and the ferine ravellers of babies
come hooting as nice children cry; and defilers must die

handlers of demure dunness get strapped across red-eye
oo, a sunderer of sadness forces fat tears to flow: o, spies
come cooping owls under fascinating bed-owlers; and eyes
come gun-gluing vines to masturbating head-fowlers; o, wives
become dented till bridal favours use varnishers for wheaties

pulleyers of pissy plebs get cock-waxed till smatteres dam
a dilly dilly of a star-web;
and doomy dykers appear sweated
and roomy bikers appear sweated for a fast upstart;
and, oo, a rider of tears will get walled-up; and hearts
come spiralling beneath radios and mimesis; O, darts
get shrunken
and, pillared, plummy plumers, ashen, feed lichen
to illegitimate body-hangers

pluralites of cabbagers grip moon-caners whose kitchens
get laden with boats of gnits
and, lo, an anticyclone that leads devs to clits will fashion
fascinators from punishers
and, lo, gummers of fan-fishers gasp for grey miction
and, lo, as we cause a keen folly on dummy bad hills
then, lapping, impossible seas get ready salted
and, oo, meddlers of disappearing pets
get swashing for luds;

handlers of fanny fires get stuck down blocked lanes
and here we have spires in buckets
and here we have tyres that crawl from rain; and stains
come shooting up and up

Uh these daddy demons aside a blurred mind rains
get scathed by casinos and wild cards
Uh these fathered serums, deadening, cure cranes
and a lilted feather in star-brains gut givers with bars
and, oo, where lotioners use skeins then dementia
comes rocking at a bald vascular child next-door

and embedded honey-suckles croon for whore
and disemobodied money-parcels croon for tors
get damselling after ilkley fardels; and salted wards
give glassy gold-guides
to a pus of a pussy-pride; and a naked hairpiece
comes huffing cum for danglers and god's fleece
and, la la, dourly sacred gilly grandes use meats
to tape-up a shallower's bedded mouths; and yeast
appears sail-scented

and sentinels of fanny furies will suck for de beast
and, O, missing nunneries spill puck across de east
and we reel in the east
and we gather up de teas
and we don felt cuppas as we brew up cut-wheat;
and daddiers of svelte scissors
get glueing dommy daniel to shooters of false sleep

Uh..

*
the lemon-headed maggot mad moon makes star-rise appear
draggled under carrots
uh, a canary canopy hisses
uh, a granary, with fixes, gets glowered aside a mind-sphere
la la, eaters sunder chokey cherries
la la, reapers thunder after pixy berries,
an accidental men father dizzy ladies with fatalisms

when cat-gut causes public feline hangings, grey heart-quims
must appear dotted under canine stabbings;
and, oo, a dotty driver appears bended by lost ceilings;
and, o-la, potty bridlers appear shended. Eyers use sins
to serenade vast fat ugly naked gyms

the lemon-headed maggot mad moon shapes starry tears
from vacant lots when city lamps get turned right down
and, macing, cots cause dairy damp to falter under crowned
babby bunchings;
and weevilers use grey feedings to snap a candifier
with bastardisers.

uh
odes to fascinating lost autumns cause singers to swirl
beneath dogs, cats and pearls
o, inside defecating dross, easy sirens must use girls
to sunder buryers with grey gals
la la, a wicked limpet of a sex-doll will drown worlds
aside unearthly heart-drawl
and, la la, a priser of stalls sell church-cake to whirled
indian fathers

*
la, la, these times of midnight use a berry choker for a bird
la, la, these wept webs I use when I shed tears will stir
protractive bosoms beneath swervers of deadening curs
la la, these times of midnight use a choker cherry for a word
la, agh when broken rain gluts the face we tread
then aged eternal buddha-nerds will use christ for bread
and all keen animals must live forever
and all dreamt kisser wildlife
must run the dead till murderous human angels shed
vaulted animal-piano mice;
and peerers whose catty dog-duffler peeks from bed
will, here and now, send dissemblers to snake-plebs

la, la, these times of midnghts use a berry bone for a bird
la, la, these wept webs I spin from
hereby, nunneried, made to gyrate across a city-gun
o, a mentalism which shaves grey pates from dread suns
will shoot denusive ushers with platers of dizzying curves
and, oo, there is a laden cage for wildlife
and, oo, there has to be an active heaven for wildlife
and, once munched, chimpers of radio taxidermies must
supper for the forks and handles of the fur-moon.

as sentinels heave then dilators will cede thumbs to seed
ah, where entreated hens lay false egg
then a barterer of felines will sweat for clucking weed

*
and as the oars get raised, then we sail for shores
and as wet paws get laid
then usherers of walls craze as lilting eye rage
and bendy massers mill felt from slaves,-
O we may well mongolise hitlers as we rave

what with exposed veins in public, old lovers
famish after red robes and we eat for lovers
and, la la, a smeller of a milk-sleeve severs us
from coded gardens where lunches groove

and as the oars are raised, then we sail for shores
and as wed claws get slayed
then a moggy puss-heart proves privvies stayed
with dodgy female cat-trades
.
what with exposed pricks in public, easy slaves
may well extend a pusher to a penile town-cage
but the vaginal warts that lead deaths home
must wallah in the dark as pictures suck stone

and as the oars are lost, then we drown before
a diddy mental-lipid; and a doctored mind-score
sweeps aged ancient lakes to smoothing wards

wow, what with renal blindings, i must seem
badly torn at heart; and a rider on a dream
must enter a meadow through fathers and
eyes loosen for deafening ear-blinded tears.

*
Copyright JDB 27/10/2021

work-in-progress title: A Bartered Scissor-Christ
1st draft poem then poem-song

a bartered scissor-christ becomes soaked
la, fathers to a meshy past-life
appear bolted; and a native to a sweet rope
becomes cold as new
and, uh, as miners mine for dudes then stoats
may well sink teeth into ferret-nudes

a bartered sister-life becomes heart-doped
la, mothers to fishy mice
appear dolted; and a pusher of rice mopes
directly underneth blurry blue-land; and popes
get shot to keen deaths

*
a bartered fever-christs uses pits for flowers
o, bastardisers, wanked, use lions for owls;
and, made tardy, feeders for pythons dig fowl
o, disasters in red rain come hooting
o, deriders, spind, use sun-guns for killings

a breaker of duners must supper for ceilings
o, a drinker of humours eye red rods and cones;
and, shuffling, bad sirs become owls; and bums
suck blood-juice from a dumb horse-city: crumbs
get dropped down choked lungs

*
a barterer of flowed steel gets freezed with dolls
ah, shakers of crowed meals
appear broken; and city weals get fed to ice-dolls
and, while mind-scattered, reels become blue-deals

a barterer of clothed seals dig wax for angels
o, carters of dossers meld whips with angels
and, once stormed, summers strip kind angels
and the winged phlegms of amgels coughs rum

*
a baker of bedded butchery hisses for blue meats
O, a forsaker of tented red berries
become fast as God; and red cherries use sleep
to sodomise dirt-sleep;
and weevillers drown in heaps where ocean-pleats
get strapped across hands and surgeons; and heat
appear fed to Manna

a baker of bedded butchery kissers whored jeeps
O, a deviser of dairy fingers
must come donning a daisy-rose; and gingers
come shouting a cockerel hour: and closures
get star-gutted
and, once a fucking day, i use dusts for mirrors
and the reeling days are fucking flown
and the reaming nights are fucking sloaned by

imbecile buddhas who get too animal-high

*
lady laserers use gloves for hats; O, a bed at sea
get easily drowned luds
come shuttering ocean-buds under bled bees
and, once rended, lotion-bugs sunder blue bees
O, as a bath at sea
gets salted, then, odd oceana cums looted by
slipperers of mass-mobs
and, la, when fatal gob gives a sighs to a sea-cry
then ruiners of navel-mud
will revolve all around tearers of digitalis

and madam-father moon gets shafted by eyes
and, o, mistress madam-mumma moon gets spied
across from a fierce ferine binocular sky-eye
and an easy word-ward gets gutted by
invidious poet trees;

a baker of bedded butchery uses meat for men
oo, a butcher of sweat-bakeries bakes sweet hens;
and madam-macadam comes feeding de thousand;
and worlds turn when children move
directly across ferns;
and directors of perms use haired tongues for
one zillion feeders
and, lo, all heaven's fuhrers become dead as whores

and the naked winds are full of piled horses...

mistress Naples gets fused to Andromeda
mastery, cabled, gets fused to nude Hector
and a sun at night
gets dick-capped

mistress Naples gets diffuse when flavas
come using a juicy cocking-horse
and a dinner of rabies
gets fluked with eldeberries

and a dammy world has to abuse Mum Earth;
and drabblers, curved,
glue fists to nerves when pippers
drool from a green bird

mistress Naples seems to have no mind make-up
la, a cheery choked cherry
glisters as a swum spooled sea-pool
has to render dogdays as dead as god's fool

*
there are far too many reasons why fire
sets alight to the king's canary
o there are too mamny reasons to expire
and, once moved, a keen tome in a pyre
comes shouting

there are far too many sirens where spires
get snappered
o the sun weds stars as a kinematic rapture
comes fellowing bells with merchants;
and, once oozed, a maddener must capture

postmodern flcked mud-flavour; and fires
will surrender bods to gassed goyals
and, oo, a naked lud sodomises gasfires
and, ah, inside a sealed flat
a pyschopath uses fires all summer long

and wideners of puce supper after songs
and, mated, roosts slap whores
and wideners of soups supper after wards
and, la la, a coppice in a grate cups songs
deeply down where kids lift

evil child-killers aside shitted mind-lip

and this sad world sucks on a hairgrip
and this sobbed girl we will oversea
must serry gazing gals with rapine trips

as whiteners paint a dark back then
ivory rafters will dine across mad gems
and a father to the killed
get ducking under bones in hired hills
and a director of decorous health
dips a hand into a foot

*
directors of plumed foods will radically force cars into flowers;
o, pissy pilers of smoothed hills
get plastered; and reddening devillers under pills use bills to
star-extemporise a cheeping bird-boy

directors of spooned foods will radically force scars into dills,
and, once spunked, i eye a fat cat-rabbit
and, once junked, i hear a fierce bat-rabbit shrilling across hills;
and, once monked, as ze crows cried,
i understood that gods seem dead

oo, the blessed yet not believed must coax beams with PE
oo, the blessed yet never conceived must rape dreams for
dirty tokenisms of decorous phlegms and lungy head-walls;
and, with spewtum, i and timed hens
got led to an invisible church that tries after lazy chickens

and, once made tardy, wifers of rats strip teethers when
de less believed use sweet rifler to snap musclers when
a bleeder of a voodoo street comes shouting for women
and, la la, as a merchant of sleep
cums all too hard, then losers of sleep must surely creep
most delicately homeward

and god's home is these days immaculately small. Uh?

*
the dated faceless women who sink pinkers under reeds
will hereby sunder gardens
o a dated easy childhood, hardened, slinks aside beads,
and a hero on the grange
appears sun-staved from oranges when friers use seeds
to swerve across stars and fuses
and we marble-make cards from nooses where soil-sleeves
get slobbering across Mars
and de minds from Mars render flues as screwed as dweebs.

the dated and faceless mind-children whose mentalis eats weeds
must, once slaved, make hot from cold;
and a minor whose easy pram doubles as a chair uses gold
to serry bodiers with choking blackberry weave;
and a cherryer of pug-pigs
will sunder all thunder
and the freights under tumblers drink to false wine when

easterly arising xmas-easter screams at first then extends
blonded visionaries to sisters
and, oo, a painted femur gets smashed
and, oo, a sainted fibula gets dashed

uh.

*
the deifiers of one zillion artists get shaven by loose paint
o, regiciders, dumbed, use faces to arise gardened saints,
o, deifier of one zillion mam mists uses gods for paints
and, once across vermilions, fists fused bods to tape
and, once bossed, heavenly piss will use cods for snapes
uh

the deifiers of one zillion fascists appear domed by saints
o, denyers of filthy deniers get shafted
o, defilers of easy heart-canters get sex-crafted;
and, lo, when stasis died in a spaced-out church, crates
came serving cider beers to darkness
and, oo, as fazers burn, then volleys aside softness
gets shuddering, just like sweet jazz madness

ah, once upon a cold-mind, collators of doom-boys
appear shimmying by
ah, once across a gold-mind, dilators of bone-boys
appear fucked in all eyes;
and, o-la, distancers in flies use ole pylons for blinds
and, o-la, divine misters use eye-lubes for sex-toys;
Oh, and chairers of sister-use
comes scuttering where a bobby on a stairwell employs
acidic ivory evildom..

when deifaction summons silver rain, then sweet blooms
get supperinng for cakes and seminal dirt biscuits,
and, oo, when flayers drop, then pancakers will swoon
after the fated dead and the killers of slicing afternoons;
and weepers swill beaded jam
and reapers feed from emptied hands; and cold rooms

become teary as ole eyes get stoned by rolling dunes

Uh,- baring beery head-slides roll minds down rooms
Uh,- eerie beery bed-guides roll swine down rooms
Uh,- easy cherried tit-sides roll wine down rooms
and, la, as me and my dicky dangler fuses cocoons
Uh,- unearthly jams spiral up across nooses in tombs
and, eh, we reap scrams as we crisscross blue guns
Uh, Uh Uh.

when deifaction summons wintry summers, drums
appear to get thrumming
oo, a loosener of cumming crashes for God's mum
and, delved by Love, cobs under signets use sons
to extemporise de lashy lob of thunder
oo, a butterer, drugged with blood, uses dada for
gaga gals; and the painters in suds scud after scores,
and while genius scuds in the bath
then deifiers dream of gobs and the sway of masts

these are the rhinal final words my dead mouth speaks
and, lo, as i sail from eternal life, i tend to soft beaks
and, shent from mums, the whorl of the sun offers meat
to idle listeners to primal growl radio
. and sakers come using renal crap to murder stereos

Lah, a terminal cancer TV cums spreading voices
Lah, a terminal dancer TV sprays visual boxes
and, darned, a tree at sea sucks after mystic purses
and, marmed, a bed aside ruts gets rifted by dream-hearses
Oh, as a dated doctor-flower heals genius with horses
then a madamer of melingerers seal de penis inside
sottos; and a muscler of ginger-ganglers hits de wide
with automatic devil-oceans

when deifaction summons autumn fevers, dead gum
gets baldly chewed by a barely legal earth; and guns
get denude by nailed crews on a ship of sweet death.

*
while sat inside a pig-pan, i realised that death had jerked off
o, as i hid myself in a broken loft
then i spread bled jam across sops
and easy holy judas-men will shout words from cropped
evil shaved skin-hair
and, once across snares, a dicky ivory huge slug caused
a mettler of loss to sear cars from diaries
and, lashed to moss, menkind guns for radio; and priories
appeared spun from twelve gunned easy heart-gabriel

uh, as fathers flail high, then picklers adore sailing gables
and, oo, a fatality under prides must raise a dreamt rainbow
easily; and a eyes of plumers dust closed graves
with steely cock-sidlers whose swingers aside green trays
appear hurled from a drunken sea-cliff; and sex in delay
shuttlers for penis humdrum

uh, while sat inside a cow-can, i realised that meat got lost
o, as binders used cats for hands, i realised de pentecost
could never come a second stupid tongue-twisted time
la la la,- ivories wed to perfect ebonies
la la la, - eyries shed truths, and racists will die all times.

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

And idiot skies spin for worn
slags, and a magazine inside corn
sinks wax into sex wax
o
as chains are pulled, then the system moves
outside
sex deaths
and weeping lies lead loss to water as smoothies
suck wept
candle depths,
uh.
ssss
Matrial masses well up
o, fatal missives shut
sex waters
and closing cabinets crash as
listless wankers wail for hot dead ash
and ashen eyes rape rashed
idiot penis
ss
vaginal harnesses hit gashed
slid sex electric, and
coded caverned ribbons ride from a sensual lashed
wide wild slashed command,
and god has to say Your Wish Is My Command

*
this webby world is soft as planned
o, this salt earth that sheds blind tears
will slumberise the jacking of hot seasand
and, la, where limeys wail then xmas hands
get swooning
and the parent to a dying dream hears Man
come shouting out aloud for cellves and marzipan

there is a sovereign child who makes everything
yearn and trip;
and elderly deities, snipped, drain bees from stings;
and endless families loosen owls when pigeons swing
and then drop dead from hired oak-trees;
and mod madam manna hips to an appler of rings

La La La..

oasters under coasters cause tea-mats to brood
after personfying coffee gentlemen
and ticklers, sundered, cause coffee-cats to brood
after personifyers of easy fluid lady-hens
and bypassers of dizziness

shed litterers aside nappers of cats and queasiness

PAID COPYRIGHT JDB
28/10/2021

work-in-progress title: O, Molten Dashers, Rodded, Use Handlers for Cars
first draft poem then poem-song

o, molten dashers, rodded, use handles for cars
o, waxing curs get sodded
and, once spoiled, a pissing noose hangs Mars
la, an oily moon vixen gets fed to dogs
and, lotioned, wound women use eyes for fires

o, molten Asia, spirit-fed, uses ghosts for spires
and, la la, an oily star vixen seems fed to tyres
and, once speyed, foxy gals will prey on pyres
la, a scissor stripper
gets weighed down by

mind mirrors

*
kindlered girl-gems that felonised by city dins
appear fatalised
la, cidered star-dens come shooting gob as
diners of tasty darkness vomit gas; and sin
become cindered

o, molten genius Africa appears fed to gins
o, gunning penis gets seared by jazz-wings,
and an extender of lips
becomes self-tortured; and heart-swings
get petrified

*
o, molten pinnaces that hiss across ice-christs
will hereby, torn, break-up for
slaver spiders; and a delicate web spins lice
from renal islands
o, maiden penises suck for money where mice
derail a fucky fast train

o, kindlers of kinkers ram powders around pain
and, carp-made, fishers in scans dig for Spain;
o, riddlers of pinkers slam US chowder as rain
comes dizzifying heralders of porkers;
and honeysed sea-dissemblers

must terrorise teamsters with thunder-tumbler

*
oo, where maidens use pockets for guitars, a damseller, swung,
gets extemporised under easy swards
oo, where a bell of a bird uses soffits
then a blinder of hell gets suffering for deepest eye-drums
and, rippling by, wells appear drowned

o, kindlers of teamsters cram towers down river-throats
o, riders of cheap calves
appear maced by bawds; and broadeners of cars coat
eddying endlessness with wig-rams

oo, where maidens use sockers for cigars, a wivener, stung
gets star-mauled by urbane rockers
oo, riders of sweet scarves clad beards in wintry suns
and, rocketing, meat-veins laden tears with cold guns
and we gust up, up
and we curve cuts from nuts

*
the easy devisers of dark sky-stunners get robotic for
plenitudes of goddesses
o, easy dividers of shutters drag blinds across hordes
and, loping, dreamers of blown butters
come showering gods with spastic slutters

o, kindlers of rotators cum huffing lime as greyers
get suppering with self-starvers
and, sabled, kids with radar come feeding players
ah, tabled, dugs kid sonar
ah, mabled, cubs rid heads of feathers

La, a painter of belled mien uses oils for gingers
La, a tainter of celled sins uses coils for fevers
o, where maidens use soffits, then cladded fingers
gets swept to darksome bonnets
and, widening, heart-bedded summits to strangle
vendorers of carted soul-sprayed planets

the easy deviser of dark moon-minded lesbotics
beshrew doom deniers that drag after bionics
and, tarted, roomed flavourers
hereby come now to vineyards where sisterers

cut everything adown a dizzy eaten lover-town

as scissor spitters cut a bluetit from de cross then a confetti of a mind
may well scatter lungs aside salt mind
o, a slitted slobberer rides malt as scrammers under salt berries use wind
to cover crappy spillers with crocus-grime
and a fevery fascinating grid causes hams to ignite rain with lotus-lines
and a lyoness in a sea of ribs
roars along a cat-chain; and eerie day-pigs set alight to figs; O, city-mines
collonise a rattler of a brain with raiders of dogdaying bat-digs
and, la la, i delve for drams where slapperers of cat-craning cap-kids
come sundering dropped cakes with puling puking naked bun-lids

as scissor splitters cut out, then drinkers who toast coca-cola use swine
to seremonise soft cunt with sirens; and tinklers who roast cocaine wind
aside bellers of purple lists and de lost parades of bums and baby-bines
and, fed to gods, a fixer under heart-lost brained blocades
get ribbled with sods; and, oo, a fotal crisscrosser weds sweat to trays
and a dotter of ruiners rams de goosed with gaffy bled tree-trips

once across a ramapager, a paging liege to ladies delimits all silence
with a curious head-dancer whose peeing scoobies use walled violence
to succour birdy bladers
with dicky hidden breast-shaders; and, Oh, where menkind uses layers
then a wended weeping conniver dams oaks with waspy applers: drivers
appear led to caned desks
and a bender of stained steps appear rented to glued breasts
and a Leda to a forced false swan sears dented truths with craned nests

Uh Uh Uh..we will surely hereby listen to blood as we grasp to blazers

*
once across a gal-teemer of both day and night
wisdomers of fondlers face aside claves when collaring lion-mikes
entertain beers with pinkers
and, oo, beards that wag in nine winds get defacing grey pikes
and, oo, tears that wail like the trees come shouting after christ
and, when once decapped, scurriers, drummed, gorge for ladies:
grey drivers of tissue men
hit to soft blood as issuers of diadems get sundering for rubies
and ghostly ghoul-goddesses seize deaths
and dirtying roomless faces seize sex from moltenised bodies
and weepers lie at the bodies

once upon blue ears a modeller of visual deafeners will
sodomise the dead when rockers of viscal dissemblers will
condomise the dead when
idolisers of fishermen send doctorates to striking coded
cicada-cedar-bakers
and, lo, once across razors, we capture pikes from shielded
fish-drowners; and babbiers of bees come sirening for rented
balded blonde-bound opened cities
ahh, snow-crowers resound when billies get washed in vented
godders of loud criers

and this world is zero now..and passioners use grey lippers
and this earth is pyramid now..and pulers in suits get zippered
directly beneath a stained gal-world
O, a rotator of calf-lights get spinneyed across picklers and
dilators of dummy doctors split
a seizure of mummies enbaits lily slit with aged perfume-plans;
and, oo, as rummagers sea-tape dilly skirters then grey slams
may well star-blossom into teeterers
and a molten bastard gets pig-littered
and a woven cast-off gets kid-glistered; and eyes dream for

a nailing naked appler whose peering pear-bride uses whores
ahh, and gentian dapplers move faces to tears
ahh, and elvin sun-rattlers smoothe faces with venirs
and, once degraded, kipplers of soothers use grail-gains
to sirenise dizzy sex-baubles with killers of sweet pain
and, oo, i saw a insidious house-ghost come rendering
goofy lusts from dairies and pluperfect spy-ceilings
and dyers of balded dead women
come scattering beds aside red children; and green kids

get widdering for bloods when blue-veiners gut cribs

La La..doctors to tomb-men come using beshrewers
to soften lags with spiced puppets
La La..daughters to spaced women get using head-sewers
to sodomise deflamers of funerals; and funny pyres seem
enminged with sweet flava
La La..fathers to babby dreamers get lost in the red cot
and, once stench-devoured, lippers get fed to moon-rots

Uh we will weave for whistlers when we suffer gut-shots
Uh we will cede boars to pigglers; and we muffle gun-lot
and these buddha men who laugh as heroes chuckle will
radio direly malformed sea-high sex-sequins
and, dollied, car-defomed by bee-hide, a tree of drills
gets succouring pasters of tides with de ragged gills

Luhh

*
the deities of the easily killed use extensive buds to cradle
a bonded gassy gafter boner
inside many-handed mind-stoners; and riders aside moaners
appear rendoring mastic soul-stationers with wide groaners,
and, laid by de lady, a meadow person girl grips to
a panned nuclear scissor
and, la la, we ear under gizzards when toners of clisters
set alight to fierce ripeners

Ahh. Once across a crisscrossed eye-world, babies
came slithering aside benders of spy-worlds; and blisters
commune where small town villages use fists for blubber
Ahh.- as we extemporise cake-fetes, then we shudder

forver; and, oo, as we cry out aloud, then we will
shiver in de shadders as lewd fotal sound uses hills
to sodomise cut-sex-traders
with heady hispid hair-flavas; and riders under lavers
will sink a pinker of a failure
directly underneath then fearing fans of grey lovers
and we will widen
and we will sharpen gardens

La La,- pictures of body art scoot for dead arts
And, scrapped from rubies, hearts scoot for darts;
and there are dangerous christ-throws nearby coarsed
beshrewing canary lathers
and, once stopped, a fader of crows caw as sauce
hits to a sweet jazz beat; and riders sunder divorced
long-term fatal hermetic marriages.

*
although we are proud to pray
although we dance in a bay
we will certainly never find why
seas are affixed to the sky
and a baby in the Thames
will shiver as she river-cries
and a river in a bed
soaks drowners in wet dreams.

although we are keen to play
althought we dance in the day
we will surely never seem to
pull green peacocks down
and peahens on the prance
dance, dance,
and we heed the moon's glance
and all arms are turned askance
,,.o
easy shaven women cut plants
peasy raven children
suck gardens
and we own the growing ones
and we own old women
and old women dig for guns
..and we slant..

the faces in a pig-void cum
deepy down where hot buns
die of cooking eggy dreaming
and pantries of phlegm
dollop falsies inside screaming
dancy ceilings
and we shed gold seed
,,
although we are proud to pray
although have never played
i and i must nuke away all steeds
..
*
once the duking head-sky gets knotted under tithes
then a pregnant pig will suck upon swilling tides
lo, a disappearer, figged, guts guns where cheesers
get glutted; and a foreign deceiver of fear uses prides
to sink a swindler lolly underneath pecking head-ties

geesers, gabbled, crusade after bone when red plies
come pleading for venal sex-forgiveness,
and a pulleyed train-baiter drives tubes far west.
and gadgeters, stained, empity grief where deaths
lead doomy knicker-chairs to gentlemen and lies

these are greyers of tombed words which lead us
upside a naked fluid sun
and, chived, linguid gummers get hissing for lust's
loud loaded space in this sordid human world; and musk
comes sirenising
and a bastard sensation drills for beauteous nights

*
gabblers, scum-glazed, get loosened by deep samphires
o, jeerers, bum-blazed, get loosened by sweet sapphires
la la, a dissembler of curtain-courtesy must use shakespeares
to bait colluders with gods and mad gods,
and lickers of desolvers rod canned-cones with bloods
O, dusted drone-city-deaths
appear surrendering body-lifts to neutrons and yoyos
and, made-up from pyres, pealers of sucrose radios
become cell-slaved with paperers of dextrose stereo
and, la la, when denuders pluck pictioners from mallows
then a duke-dame of a glistering bum-mask will swallow
easers of blinders and fruited baby-labia

ahh, a pinky poncho cat comes feeding from believers
ahh, a swinky meadow-cat gets pettted by conceivers
and, once pecked, a genius of a cat-life uses receivers
to speak for puma-cheetah-lynx fur-fuses; and we layer
elderly guns from murdered cat-abusers

and meddlers of doomy horse-crime caps crust with
feathery cat-dazzlers; and momental rats use small grids
and, oo, a murderer of wounded star-muscles will grip
to dissemblers of sex, dirt, death, disease: O, greyers rip
tiders from separating heaven-husbandry; and blue trips

get slackering aside posthumous poet-fire; and clits
carry doomy candlers to a brilliant cat-spire; and writs

come crying for holy mewlers; ahh,- cat gods will click

eternally.

*
these are our mallard days where we lay love's baby down
o, these are our dullard days.
o, when weepers wax thence wane, a maker of towns
gets intemised by daffy tulip dammies; and we use days
to extend a bleeder to forced heart refactories; and towns
appear made small as a nude
and, la la, a master-maker to brief-broods has to sound
the eeking sun-instrumentals underground, and dillies
appear stationed where bum-juice stains a clotheshorse
and, once upon a heart-hearth, i laid death's bodies down

Eh.

work-in-progress title: The Dicky Dromes of a Sticky Heart-Bun
first draft poem then poem-song

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

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

and bruised cafes under snoods must render sex dead as eyes

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

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

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

*
the dicky dreams of a eeking mind-bun gets using pills
to sirenise the mind-dead
o, mentalisers of swine-bread get maddened; and lead
comes shooted by deliverers
and, lo, a painter of pearlers will use saddeners
and, lo, us and mad folks listen to a lamb-white hill

the dicky dreams of a sqealer-gun shoots cakers with
hollowers of sperm-baked blue cables
and, oo, a neuterer of slakers gets fed to piggers as
tawny tied kids get shredded by swillers of gold-gas;
and, uh, tearers of kecks get killed

forever.

*
the sticky sperm-sides i used for dirt will come now
to a dizzy pall-town
o, easy fern-thighs get fused to whores when clouds
get snippering for sweet Downs
o, a greying crumbler gets drowned as a coded shroud
comes shooting up and up,
and the hooters in cum-cuts crease masoners with
doctoring sky-shoulders

the sticky sperm-tides i used for hurt will come now
to a dizzy hall-stand
o, daughters in cans get pulled from eyes and clouds
o, a fascinator of rams use halters for sweet-crowds
and, oo, i get overloaded

these dicky dragglers whose penile ribbons crow
will hereby sunderise granite-evils
and, flinted, fucky flickerers use tears for devils,
and, oozing by, capsizers cut couplers from cloves

*
the icky isolates that dwell in canteens will fawn to revilers
oo, dicky distancers swell and canny drills use blue despisers
to cut cunts from cells
and, sliced, guns in hell get shot as drills don formlessness
and, la, these suns in dells come hissing cum when deriders
appear both chewed and sucky

o, a darty darling bed-boy chants a whore-mantra while
despisers of skirting bled-toys cuss after idolent pig-smiles
oo, dizziers, made fast, drag farts aside pigeon-smiles
and, once faceless, daft dapplers get fed to pigeon-wiles
and, la la, as molded pusses lick dust then gay dials

will fragmentise a daddy duff whose yielder of sun-smiles
now spiral adown a filthy town where streets of dirt style
pushers from pelicans and mummy drivers;
o, a distancer of beard-hands abuses stella riders when

icy bled brassed men abuse cuts then fuck closed gems
and maideners will fuse sluts to seamen as missioned hens
head to a darling cold coast when a seizer of mansions send
daughters of deaths to benumbers of rivers and closed men

*
o we in the mummy cloths are wound; O, as riders of radios
appear mind-embalmed then scars will swoon for liars
o we in the mummy cloths are wound; O, as sidlers of stereos
appear heart-embalmed then stars will swoon for criers
and, once across life's minds, a killer of rooms used friers
to embolise loss with christ's crimes
and a bender of crisscrosses come shuddering
and a renter of fist-glasses come whispering under fevers
and the whole wild world plays dead today?

o we in the mummy cloths are wound; O, as raiders of rodeos
get hissing from a weepy wet-spine
and, pissing, guns under creepy sex-vines don fast meadows
and fascinators, gummed, suck butchers whose easy shadow
appears rented to drummers and lost summer vino; and
we in the mummy cloths are wound
and, la la, entertainers of Mars sing duets with salt-wounds

and icy sticky piggers of velvet pylons sell buns to tombs
and faisty icky razors feel-up pythons when stella-dunes
come crying forevemore,
and petrollers of ginger-whores widen for quoits as whores
get abusing dick with blood-wards
and a splayer of tricks must don mice when closed lords

loosen burned ides; and wallowers of christs fill claws

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

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

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

and then we shape Manhattan from idylls of skins and women
and then we stake a swollen sweetheart with binners; O, treason
comes scuttering after dissolvers
and, oo, as we shape Manhattan from eaters of wind then
easers of doom deniers come washing drums aside waxers and,
lo, when a ripped moon rages
then a wickedness of wounds forces rape to sink a glass
lo, when a pitted moon rages
then a pissery of ages cuts knot-seed across devillers: La, cans
get opened up just like a tomb
and, spliced till killed, rotators of cocoons come
expressing titty-thrills into vast teak-vases;

these are our poet trees where imbecile scrumpers feud for
ladeners of gaggy saggy peared vagina
and, oozed, meddlers of craggy torn defilers get flexed for
shitters of coffins and dirty boffins; and i will drink to wards
as, sky-traitored, tuskers of body-dauphins strip bluenees
wide apart; and confusers of buddy-flavins cum after birds

uhhhhh..

Lazy mad pneumonia uses dirt lungs for plaid
easy sad soft ruiners
get slapped
and a body-burn enbuds calves with easy graves
la la, a daddy farm gets led to pigs
and mammy measures fangs with salt-figs

lazy mad sun-aromas bedazzle a fang-flower
and fellowers of Ishmael
swell up as a dogdayed sickly camal
towers over god's bed

lazy mad puemonics abuse dirt with graves as
eyers closedown
and daddiers to Downs erect walls for glass
and farriers under sounds
abuse death with de underground

La!

*
crazy hazy gymnastics use hands for fire
hazy mazy museums
get walleted with cold winds
and a bummy arse gets whipped by sins
and a dummy mask
gets ripped aside of dummy flasks

crazy hazy gymnastics use jams for pyres
easy eaties, pinned, correct eye-wards
with uncanny minted madness; O,
piercing pulmonaries
grasp to glass when ideal visionaries
feed off de bodies

craziness, smacked around, heeds rubies
maziness, cracked, resounds
and, oo, when dogmen use crowns then
matrial wiveners will see times end

alone

*
the active easy chairmen to a contest of rafts
hereby gets fed to filers
o pactive eaten gold men
get filled up with sleep; and old daddy
codifies easels with dead bends,
and an arctic cinema uses dens to study for
a new way to die

*
and we in the mummy cloths are wound, O, entertainers of a pyramid-world
appear tear-silenced
o, we get wound inside crude violence,
and, oo, as dickies rave then baiters of goose-girls come thundering for
ashen walls where dippers get sucked up from foreheads and hit curls
and, when swarmed, a coded caesar lets buttoners to evil road-wards
oo, as cavvy to lemoners appear rented to venal sky-herbs; and swarthes
get damaging for tainters;
and devillers, spoared, glisters inside a satin-satan; and clasping whores
hereby, hoof-hanged, glitter upside a world of crayon; and wailers war
for wickedness and a tiled original moon.

easy actioners whose beds bake must summon for moteliers of rhuem
and, la la, sectioners of breads use mind-mice for ratty-batty glass-spoons,
and we in the daddy cloths are wound, O, entertainers of a pyramidal tune
forces featherers to swing for heart-lice; and a pisser whose cock crows
will hereby scatter skulls across a bended hand-rider; and,
oo, a heated succourer of moss dreams for sandlers of saddlers; and
when fishermen of mermaids
collapse aside fistulas; and painy pleaders use hawks for robin-drams
and, once clopped, dippy heart-misters must collect sex then ram wands
across a waxy phlegmer of ole dead words

we weevilise dummy summers as freezing sweet sunshine stones birds
laa, eyes enter dogs to ripplered gas-dreaming
and, when once cradled, scarring candle-men came close to evening
and, eaten up by craveners of starry cockerers
a ditty for pure sun-bewrayal gets sotted while candy designs suffer
a blowy biter breeze; and, o, as personfiers come craving for lovers
then, screw-painted, a bleeder of sheer bird-voicers come sundering
dafflers with a bladed sky-stiff
and, oo, blinded falsifying mind-holidays appears waivering for fever
and, oo, lime-sweats, come from de burning, a towner under baggers
appears too much for holy dilators; and mettlers, drowned, uses livers
to eviscerate a puker of false names and lunar bastards; and piggers

get trodden under blurred spec-shoes; and minotaurs to killers will
spar-march across murderers of sex-stews; and horners arouse hills
and, oo, the darkeners of radio doctors hereby snaffle for red pills
and, o-la, riddlers of de gallows get sewn into sons and porters
and, once scudded, blenchers of marshers net wrists inside grey mills
and, as we see red mudded blanchers knotting breasts, then
diviners of dabblers and cum-light
will shove a rended penny on manxers of deftifying cunt-trikes

La..

these are our mallard days
these are love's laden tea-trays that lend teary talkers
to buddy broom-handles
la la, friggers, duned, bed angled angels when drivers
come sweating skate-optics

oo, a rented bathroom appears cleared of soap
oo, scented cunt-room appears seared of soffits;
and as easy mind-sockets seem speared from dope
then sandals must render bedposts as dead as rope

*
puckerers of iron lasers shoot cuffs from off twixed wrists
la la, latherers, Zioned, scoot after loss
and the promises of screens cause lips to crisscross trips
la la, candlers, Lioned, scoot after dross where lips
get routed under mental glued fire.

the evil-smackers of one zillion city-stars grasp ghosts in twixed hands
la, devil-dracklers shoot oaties as birders in masks sing for beak-jams
oo, a darkener of moony lilted star-lights get smattering for grey-pans,
and we peck across sweet-peppers
and we deck de cross when a dealer of strippers cuts sex-papers
and, laid by corn diaries, sindlers of reelers reel in the east
and, laid by porn-ivy, spindlers of fingers gather up the teas; and rams
crocus-clot a dirtyer of falon-streets
and, once shot, a poker of felon-meats comes choking bells with peepers;
oo a shipper of a slider gets burned too ocean-deaths
oo a fixative, mind-wandered, spurns spurrers as cocoa-killers
appear wed to sausage thumbs
and, la la, bled pictures hammered to bedrooms will chant for spillers
and, oh, whence sisters seem layered, a clear boy on a hill will
abuse everybody

the evil-crappers of one zilllion moods get floated across mirrors
ah, devil-staplers don eternities when a cursory curative cuts livers
and, from out the rigid dead, missioners of nurseries tit-feed lovers
and, dafted, droughts deaden cardial lotion; and deathly feathers

stop for gob-gods.

*
in the psychedelic circus this very eve mr mojo locust and his wife sortease
will be seen on the balustrade and more
this day, we will hear the archduke's roar...

work-in-progress title: The Casing Mind-Insects of One Billion Eyes
1st draft poem then poem-song

the casing mind-insects of one billion eyes must parry sex with creatures
la. anointing heart-rejects
appears termite-strangled; and a boner of minds must daub sex with reelers
oh, casing body-insects of one billion eyes must bury sex with teachers
and, la la, emptiers of wrecks noose nude spies

the casters of brained trees get puss-led to pilers where strange bun-flaps
loosen dust with doctors of pets
and pled proctorers, blended, drifts off into a beller of fanny-straps;
oh, picklers of slumpers will rend renters from swift kicks: O, traps
mictionise devil-mum

and butcher-bakers taunt earthed cakers when meaty bread-guns
die entirely out; and revellers under papers feed fisheries to suns

casemented baby-blinds cause idolisers to feed kitchens where
pleaters of gold-bubbies cause dirtiers to
sex-ravel into tines; and diggerers of skirters use fish for snares
and, defining, vines, crammed, use hurters for dudes where heirs
get fed to roman heirlooms

and butcher-cakers burn pork while drinking sweat-flour; ah?

*
heapers of genuflectors use radio ribbons for side-cars
oh, reapers of sweet deflectors
raid sleepers; and god's easy riders get fed to plane Mars;
and a terminal fatalists will hereby sunder under grievers

casemented, bruise-cementers come digging fingers while
doctors of demure baby rocks aside cradlers and dials
and peasy pulleyers of lost cots
appears forced to cop crossers of rot; and boys smile?

*
rulers of clever rudeness use eyes for hems; and wide dials
appear rented to lewdness
and, slammed, a piggy pearler gets lathering under piles
laah, a shaven lamb-white on a baaing hill uses wiles for
doctors and subhumans

while eaters of cool americans, then spiralling scores
may well forever shooteth up,
and, oo, as pleasure eases sluts then dying mutts get
flexing; and dom daniel shoots de waves when pets

get pounded

*
these are our snaky fast slither-days; O, dangerous relations
appear cut where gateways sway;
these are our snaky masky gizzard days; O, indolent liasons
gets sputtering,
and doctors to ceilings use scutterers to cut-up dilations

while eaters of delusions for elisions of pups; and reasons
appear suckering to blonded heart-suds
and a squirt of a dude drags dapplers across soap-gloves;
o, layers of murder-walls
get spurtive

*
the radios of dead TVs come shuddering after boners
o, shadowers to bread come thundering after stoners;
and red purveyors of guns use riflers for razors when
an eastern mental imbecile must taunt labia with women;
and, la la, where we use hearts
then bullers of pears sinks thumbs under coffee-farts
o, televisual stereo armies
appear screened way too often; and dyes use parks
to soften dells with seashells
and, made donkey, riders in hell use ears for sparks;
o, wordlessness, quivered, bites across cold arks

the radios of dead TVs comes pounding after sloaners
o, meadowers in bed gets corpsed by evil droners
and, made ashen, an acrid luminous wife will suffer for
bones and beads;
and, oo, there is some kind of a sea where blue tors
become failed
and, oo, hairdom uses cum-vines to use ole veils
and, la la, massers of fuse appear leaded undersails
ah, a mitre under beery peepers become dirty when
daughters open under pure dark; and codes to children
cause lippy lightnings to liquify daddy toads; La, men

chomp on broken glass; and aciders use lost chicken

La mad hung gentlemen forced us to use kitchens as
dinner-shapers; O, an onion horse gets fed to grass as
atomisers drag dolts for cans
and, oo, a keen yorkshire child gets murdered as
gasers of gourami cause wild pets to live forever; Ah,
where once reelers ravel
then a painted killer of navels must run cockers thru
La, mad stung gentlemen appear forcing for dew as
doctors in old wishing-wells come shouting; O, grass
appears baked while benders use masts

to sea-bake fashioners of blinders; and oats sink
directly beneath a masted Venus; and boats kink for
dirtiers of peats and love's rafted penis; and wards
got fragmenting meadow-meals; and coded sky-scores
get shooted from easy heroines

what with disabled chairs being star-raised from high tar fags
what with disabled hairs being car-crazed by old male slags
we will surely eat a broken coffee and walnut cake; O, stags
supper after sleep where disabled trainyards on their knees
creel into city caves; O, a sea of figs frigs a vegetable when
dragglers of pity-graves sink a cabbage of a mind into gems
and, la la ah, wildernesses under stinking baggage sea-rends
darkening dolly-heads from gingery dirt berries and u-bends.

*
o a steady burner of a bled mind smell-spills doggers into canine christs
o an easy yearner after blue spine swell-swills scarers from cold spice
and a desperate user of my disabled car cuts a coffee cake where lice
sink full tar cigarettes under sex when a bladderer inside walrus life
interfusess dromedaries with a vegetable stink that laps aside cabbage white
and men and skin dolor opens up death's peasy ward when a sea of mice
summer-strap a coded killer's blue disabled car which ravels under dice
and a menial macadam filler hits blood feeds with ashen dodder-mikes
and a driller of a vegetable head shows dilly screens to scenes of spiked
body-burning anal angelical baby-bikes; and naked bruised sirens swipe
a bad bald true blue disabled car. O, we will cut a dirtied coffee slice
O, we will shut toffee-coffin dykes beneath heated full tar woodlice.

reptiles in laden well-tended vivaria will sharpen dogs with flowers
o, retailers of amazing toads will hereby use an ass for a tower
o, reptilers in gardens seem haplessly snake-happy;
and, Uh, as wallers seem dreamed
then doggy walrus-men, spleened, gut cords with nappies
and baconries, bended, use screams for dogs when de bodies
come huffing neon shit
oh, as weepers shed tear-tits then a nuclear feather gets angelled
and, licenced to kill bed, shaken men get sirened

the dizzy teller girl i wished to grab
has married to the moon
o a giddy daddy fazes under crap
& this side of poems has a room
where, smashed, beds of gloo
pull faces at the mad.

when once a cellar girl sex-stabs
dirty gems then a banged cock-crag
has a dried taste in the mouth
& we will wash our hands where
lardy strippers sock a bad heir.

& dizzy pox-girls hiss where cabs
ply hire from babies
- ah- deacon in a drum sun-tabs
a lunar beach bum
& heated sand-perms cunt-crag
odes to dilly cum.
....
a vast mental moggy cats a gun
- oh,.....,..

i wish Amen to loss as roads
end in mirrors.

*
i encroach aside a lopped mind, Oh
i star-soak a smelly wife as old roads
dam dizzy heat
& cracklers under sleep suck toads
& a bench of meat
blade-blanches bods of rolled souls.

romantic raisins snap stalled wheat
o seated summers
shop frayed winters, & bellers
sop a greasy father of grey tellers.

a blancher of a bed-boom bags
cold geekers of mailing porn-crags
& a ball in a bloom
buttons beaters under the moon,

o i reproach on lues as canaries
shoot a kingdom dead...cannaries
create tinned flowers,
& a bast of blood brags hours,
& an owler heeds rude silence?

*
the luminous deranger of endless blue cinemas must
wallow aside flame and sunday rain; and blown musk
appears delved by uvulas and lost pus,
and a dodgy peace-dog comes chasing king-dusts
and, oo, when slaggy silences don dials then musks
will sodomise a keen cruel snake-stall
la la, eyers of peachy entreators scale a mad wall
la la, riders of easy star-features wail
and a father in the West sirense for whored tail

the luminous defamer of trendless nude theatres will
swallow blinders; and a carpet under crews use hills
to alarm after dogdazzlers; and where crews sky-spill
diamate into an opened funeral pyre,
a violencer of jams sucks a salt-tyre; and aged dales
come sinking under glazers of malt-fires; and sails
hereby, slanged, sunder flavas with myslexic trails;
and, oo, a stripper of balded pertive pistols use male
to render porny restaurants via dirty lettered sex-hail

o, i shall reproach the eagles in god's bottoms
o, i will encroach across vermin when easy buttons
come sundering flowers with pro-sovier missions: Ah,
we weevilise everything
ah-hah, we centralise mummas with beestings; and cars
shovel shaven pastors to thumbers where dying sitars
come weeping at my backdoors:
and violatives seem sweet as we render whored pizzas
with thunderers of screamers

Uh Uh Uh: these clappy days give way to pepper-nights
Uh Uh Uh: these shitty days give way to pimple-nights;
and, oo, a slipperer whose minds cut suede clays will
ignite fility sex-vermin with evil midnight incestors: kills
come spurtive
and, greying, knotted seed gets sperm-firm then thrills

forevermore. And a self-censored diary on a red hill
comes dictating worded deniers with stocking-fields
and, o, when times croak by, then stenchers under meals
capsize; and a terminal hospice-do will surely use weals
to fragmentise a wallet of a heart-mood; O, pasters seal
mettlers of dizzy mouth-guides will cut wasters
down, down,

and evenings spent aside drakers will cup titties inside
naked breasts and perverted detectives; and stereo slides
get spurtive
and mornings spent aside peppers will cup biddies aside
fakers of lunar-burstives; and eaglers under pus uses eyes
to dicky-bird a blown vast expressive milk-glass; and tides
come scattering cutter-nerves

Uh.

*
oo, as a wizard time flows high, weepers cry for milkies
la la, as a gizzard mine crows for lies
then, dumming, natal jive-throws will slash across dreary
moppy broomers
and seconders of mermen carry us across nine seeds
and reckoners of cured men marry us to mind-pleas;
and the active sex of Hell
reels for time-ravellers; and coaters of bells don weed

uh.. espy eager river-men come grinding pepper down to dust
i espy leafy mirror-men
come sundering wintry summer with codicils to mermen
and, o, as we flash aside Numbers
then we lash a bible-usherette to fingers
and deniers in the rain raise a romancer from sewers
and defilers in de brain
get sweated under grain

i espy schooled ones made idiot by cheap denials
i espy ruled ones made-up from pornosapphic smiles;
and a dog on a mad moon
comes shuddering as meat drops
down, down
O, once upon a mind, ingenious saps caused cots
to shake dreams from pretty hair;
and writhers, stunned, shimmer under sweet air.

these are my mallard days
these are my final poet-days; and as eyes arouse
a roasted rose from spindles
then decriers of guns shoot paddles with lintels
O, a dizzy denuder of cables
sinks radiophonics inside a sonic TV: jams ram
wraiths under stables;
and coded sex-kodaks use men for heels.

*
crazed cellars seen under tangerine moonshine must
spiral across a dead girl
ohm, darling soft Lead scurries after oils when dust
gets shove under messy couples
and a clock in a tomb uses times for hands: fay mush
gets muckering;
and, la, a dippy daggerer whose bride came for dusk
will, crashed, come crusading for carrion and rusks

crazed cementers supper for knives where grey puss
gets eagled by a swaggering puss-cat; and dustives
combust where a delver of dog-daffies hits burstives;
and, oo, a mickler of a mouser gets preened till kids
come home to find alll lovely felines
world-worshipped

and as we get cat-scented then we cry for a puma-rose

*
03/11/2021.

work-in-progress title: Where Cardial Dinners Lend Lead-Blood to Swift Farmers
1st draft poem then poem-song

where cardial dinners lend lead-blood to swift farmers,
out of the meadows, a skin of bread gets fed to charmers
and, lo, a sea of crows comes waving across dead mummas
and, oh, a tree of clothes gets felled
and, oh, a bed of mauve moles gets affixed to fevers
and evenings spent upstairs will
sunder a jack-knifer whose house upon a mill will sever
dyers from doomy deniers

where cardial dinners lend bled bloods to swift fathers,
out of the gallows, a spindler in crud gets fed to failures;
and, oo, as diggers dig for a sweet wind
then weavers of kickers rigs meteors with natal pins:
oh, where a rider under fig gets felt, then pissy spun limbs
must erect statues in honorary fields where fatal skin
glows, just like a glow-worm glows

*
cardinal kids in sweet rivers come shuddering; O, daddy mules
appear rented to meat-mirrors
and, denying shoes, a bald child uses a brush for a scissor
and, defining dudes, dweebies use some mush for a finger
o, as miniature minotaurs sink bells into salt-crust then rivers
will hereby sunderise a bleeder
o, scrittlers, fragmentised, get lynched by shiverers when air
serenades loud cops with killers

where cardinal kids in cardigans come shuffling, a loud fool
comes counting upon daft bananas and sizers of star-stools
o, as goddess stuns god's past a meddler of reapers use dust
to render rodeo rumblas as if sweet deaths
set alight to all evil statues; and lips with sweat come silencing
dramaturgy and mumbler's celt-theatres
and, lo, tanners of loaders come killing closed pittas
and, lo, framers of couplers become as naked as grey peerers

Uh Uh Uh: coders of dark sonars come deeply for writhing
seasoners of day and night; and pannned memory uses killings
to pinion pepper with smaltz salt; and dead kids get whirring

*
these hirelings of granite men will sodomise doomy dead kids
lo, these paintings of genoas will hereby radio a Television when
cargoers of feintings noose refractors under deep digital women
lo, these hirelings of male mimesis will suck sleep from chickens;
lo, these farthlings of one zillion mind-mills
must, defining, cause wooden grapes to fragment grey rills

where cardinal wiper-whips entawse eyes, piglets inside pills
come grunting oinker boar-traps,
and, oo, a father to moilers appear snapt; and odes to paps
get overused thence shoved aside twelve seas
and, once screwed, eaters of dove-tides will cut sea-laps
farom martyring vacancies

and i have entertained villagers with tardiness and rabies

*
the pepperers of blue-burstive candles appear reddened
under ticking mind-udders; and cradles within prisons
appear tickling trouted forced seasands
o, paperers of grey-burstives use angels to snap dead-ends
la la, as madamed myslexia forges sandals then killed friends
will sermonise geeks with lubes and porators
and, la la, mitchers who dance for bands will use mutedness
to sodomise a richness of chopped fans
and we come to in a deadener of drams whose sweet sadnesss
gets bone-fed to ashes

the pepperers of bristlers sear pecks with picklers when
damselllers come kissering ear-meths; and an acid diadem gets
scar-shovelled up, up high when,
once bled in a nursery, a tiding light-lens guts glass then gets
stella-sparklered across bodiers of night-dens: O, fat sweats
cause a riffler on de cross
to fall for thieves when crisscrossers use prams for wrecks;
o, meteors, slammy, sink ceres aside fusers of war-wrecks
and crucifiers of mammy dresses eyes with skired decks

ahh, as we come to a new but ruined world, ashen pets
will get happily fed with butterers of ideal girls; O, kecks
will hereby go drag the moon
and, wailing by, slaggers of dunes couple beds with nests

*
owlers under sapphires come oozing rooks across the world
o, reapers under burped fires
appear granded when garden-pyres come shooting red girls
and, lo, whence blorters case tyres
then mudded mind-miracles must fire doobies thru spires

owlers under sea-choirs come oozing robins: O, we retire
to a painted juked face that gets heatedly bruised
la la, we will weevilise radio as we search for salt-dukes
la la, owlers under tree-ties
get suppering for de grey knives of dirtyers.

and whence weepers get weaving woollen tears, oglers
must come back homeward to find rat-kissers using topers
to draggle milks from alcohols;
and, revelled by mums, sweeteners of panties get
swiftening heads and scuffed knees;

and, deadeners, canned, drapes desks across greed
uhhhh.. We weep for wicked children as we use seed
to suck seed from the fingers of Eden; and seaweeds get
fragmentising vinegar ginger; and heelers of whips
become slowed now by night and days combine: Lips

become closed and messy evil breeders must use lisps
to centralise sweeping starlings with house martins: Hits
come back schoolward when diners spin
directly around this birthless sovereign spun wind; Oh,
i creep for crowns

and ravelling clowns; and defacers of dirt suck droves

while hissing, i overheard a dead bird come falling
directly from huge oak-trees;
la la, gone missing, i overlooked stinging leaves
and a horded denier
gets assaulted by rivers when easy weeping teas
appear sorted by caffeine,
and a holy mind-spy loosens dogs
and a swinging mine sees weird screams gone
fascinating cells with gobs

*
while crashing, clashy dirt vaults will extemporise a loss of lights
and, oo, ashen arsing skirt
comforts nobody; and ferine female hurt
comforts nobody
la la, as we wander under toddies, then eyers of spurts use knights
to ignite space; and an even jammy clitoris
has to appear rended aside devils and sweet forests

while crashing, plashy pert quoits get slammering beneath kites,
and, o-la, as splashy curt salted moist-pets
will hereby shadow a nude grave where sweepers of closed gripe
gets car-created
la la, a daddied face falls by
la la, a mummifier sucks eyes;
and i have entertained cuts as fucky wucky pinkers drop mikes

and, made hot with gun-ovens, a sylvan milk-bow gets spiked
with thumby stricken arms
and, melted into swept space, mollifiers of farms will write
blooded vein words
and, la la, primal primated roomy dromedaries of night
swipe a treason-snipper from darkeners; and painted fowl
listens to blithe burny sea-drunken wave-rats
and starkeners of tummy tricks will roll a rumbla under
spatial crowd-weather

while crashing, clashy canny heart-mind-corridors, thunder
appears fire-flagged across canine cat-rhyme; and dunder
causes falonic fishy loss to cramble after brambles; and sisters
get wedded to dying lovers
and, oo, melters of crying mana will doze a sea of sleepers
and, o-la, meddlers in dying
come rendering massers aside blurrers of ceiling-creepers

Uh, makers of butcher-bakers send dolly to a forced dream
Uh, dilators, sent to bender-shakers send moggy to screams
and, la la, shaven painters of raven-rooms get canonised

ahh.

*
o leaders of fishermen strike to catch the women of the tears
ah, riders aside vitamins ripen,
and the grabblers under sea-hens will cause pigs to tauten
fearers of fawnlings and mineral spy-stems
la la, an ova in five oceans cuts blurred brain-dens, and
fasteners of doomy dog-ducts
appear laden with stony cat-cuts; and eyers will expand
hissers of ravens beside stewed cups,
and we may well pray to Leonardo
and we may well doctor the cakers of space-tomorrow

o leaders of fishermen strike to capture musk from seas
and, la, where deep-sea pikes peer underneath de trees
then a nakedness of bee-bites will fragmentise the spooned
romantic rodeo robots of one billion space-cartoons; and
ideal butcher-bakers brand dirt hitlers with buzzy wombed
evil wombled moon-rapers
and a parental headfleece sinks straws upside this world
and, latent with bed-faeces, we will always hit god's swirl

as a parent to psychopaths dons meads then dead girls
scatter sex-scabberers across five seas where red pearls
damage hearts with elderly shakespearos

END...

*
and, oo, a rosy ruminator loosens head-sleeves where hills
get frapping a coffin coffee for teeny tea-drinkers

La La La. keen budded hands use voodoo for cannes

*
the tanners of one zillion hordes grip to gaudy gems
o, a faceless old mum
trills down the east where the blind merchants play,
and an occidental olfactory mind hisses for mind-suns

the tanners of one zilion whores grip to daddy dens
o, a tasteless closed gun
comes shooting bum as a juicer of a pleasure-son
appears estranged from his farter and mumma,
and strange jeus in a lift layers lions with budhlia

the tanners of the whole wide world use saddlers to
tauten porny tongs with tonguing girls; and grey screws
fashion bulleters from demure drams; O, dizzy crews
get disabling the march of sweet chiliads;
and the decanting liasons of wholesome filth-dudes
come chanting a febrile madam mantra

and roasters of ruiners will drop de flower as sleuths
get ramaging aside tom-titter-litter and a feline
o, deserters of red rain scarf-hangs fluters who
revere a madam of sexy Naples; and puked goo
comes sticking donkey-factories beside grey booze
and a world at hind
hereby flits where rabbits leap from a gold-mind

and while cementers dig for a coast of concrete wine
the salliers of dementers pig on stoats when vines
come shafting fly-towers with aged genius actor-blinds
lo, a desailer of a blue city craft will render shop-minds
from darksome daffodil hearses
and, weakening, wifflers of purses come strong for
dearly dememted cantering horses

La La La.. weepers weep for mllked tea-seepies
La La La... riders of meats cores applers from sleeved
burial; and tawny sea-stones must lend ears to pee

..
*

the easy easterly arriving xmas-flute is played with lost fatal mouth-lip,
o, easy dizzily conniving xmas-loot
appears bedazzled; and a sad lemon ochre uses hens for radio-shit
o, a daddy dummy sapphire's steely precious demeter
appears stoned; and, oo, we sit in the 1970s when a father to clit
has to summon drakes from gal-northern-murders

and i have seen the endless dead come shivering after sweet fever
and i have counted the emptied dead
come, sodded, back home where the leaders of lead abuse pinkers
la la, a fatal doomy dammy sound-shaver cuts all female killers

o, once across a swum mind, bluesing silenced parrots use zippers
to keeny escape his evil horrid cage,
and i have dreamed of setting all parrots free
and, uh, me and mentalis use eyes for sparrow-seeds as kippers
get dragged across the whole of Ilkley

uhhh

*
the otherness of a ferine female faith has to issue tears from pain
o, suddennes, slaved, pinions evil wraiths,
and a handler of de mazed drag devils for space when grey rain
comes crying, crying, crying;

*
curded scissor glamour appears damming checked mamma
ah, decked, mana uses grey tears to sunderise dada
ah, pecked, dinner fuses fast fears to sodomise grandma
o, a necker of miners comes in from gold as sweet gaga
appears netted by fissures in fished nets
and, la la, bedded cries must sweep ides from wrecks
and, o-la, we climb from blonde flowers

when timeless radios drag boys for toy-graves then lit
will hereby fragmentise all pegs and every single slit; O,
and once, when bolted, i uses kegs for easy lime-shits:
and, bonced, eyers weep for carted wasp-weavers
and endless cryers drop from markersons when clits
get dick-boned

uhh

*
when the evil octagons of mental fathers use fans for feet
then idle environs will suder petals with naked moon-meat
and, shuddering still, a mitcher under kids must use sleep to
seize slutty mass from river-heart-thunder
and, oo, a menstrualiser come screening mother when ooze
daffy drops penises under conical fathers.

*
in the psychedelic circus this very eve
mr mojo locust and his wife soretease
will be seen on the ballustrade; more
this day we will hear the arch-duke's roar...

*
Copyright JDB 04/11/2021.

work-in-progress title: Dirtiers on a Filthy Hill Become Gorse-Fed to Guns
first draft poem then poem-song

dirtiers on a filthy hill become gorse-fed to guns
o, meteors, made ill, shoot the sun where truths
appear suppered by forks in knife-yields; and guns
become scattered
and, la la, once across a time, darters used women
to fragmentise doomy startlers with closed children;
and, oo, a butterer of feelers will slice a bled rose

dirtiers on a filthy field become sauce-spread; O, drums
abuse mammy where yields of lungs
get bandaged inside weals; and boners of blood come
scuttering after salt seed and sperm-mums
and eyers, woven, sit a woman in a scrum where cloves
appear rented to devilled mind-heart-disease

*
dirtiers on a sad hillside become paw-fed to suns
o, druggers of mad mill-sides use heads for mums
la, as drivers of keen fairies don roods then suns
may well fade as mindfolk fade; and odes to mums
become bed-ridden, easy bended sands uses guns
to shoot bleeders;
and, lo, once across a crucifixion where burners
came sundering readers, crow-blind offices thunder
after daddy clouds

dirtiers on a mad millside become claw-fed to lovers
o, draggers of salty ship-knives come losing mothers
and, once pigeoned, a carter of lungs gets interfusing
shadowers with pearlers
and, lo, an easter-xmas with heated snow will smother
dirtying sex motels and hotel-swingers

*
these muggers of copper teas come shattering closed seed
will, once soaped, get filled with sweet beads
o, mugglers of sister leas come sharded; and coded greed
appears to scamper
la, once across de Father, master-makers donned bees
la, one across de Mother, macadam shakers use trees
to axe-up a coral-choir whose lunging bed-breakers feed
daffodils with celtic teachers

these mugglers of coded seed get scarpering from sleaze
o, a baiter of a bedded grinder gets fished from diseased
body-flowers;
and a soldierer of towers transmit valves from radio-reeds
and, la la, once upon a crisscrossed shroud, manic trees
cause fatalities to cum salt perms across penile mouthers
and, once espied, a dropper inside dross scoots for deeds

uh, a matrial bummer-flower seizes hands from sweet steeds

*
o as tom's fair mare got rode to country-sleep, a pony-statue
got sugar-rode till almond roads got fed to lovely face-feuds
and, la la, holy horsemen will arise from stallion sleep: Dudes
will whip heaven's donkeys
and, uh, willowers of babies writhe from bubbies
and, la, murderers of ladies writhe when shooters soothe
bakers of butcher-bubblies

o, as tom's fair mare got rode to country-sleep, a cat-angel
becomes oven-scoured
o, as ava maria paws flowers then a maiden to a dog-angel
becomes fed to guarded grass-bowers
and, once rat-sprayed, catkins in flour forces bakes to
sidle across bleeders in skinned spun-flour

these mugglers of swollen meads must extend arrows where
salted sweeteners of stolen pee
must strike deniers with cooked hot bummers; and sweet hair
gets grinded when a vaulted evil statue heaves
directly across Hero whose lazy Hymen-Angels get glutted
by horsers of zeroes

o, as tom's fair mare got rode to county-sleep, a baby widow
got sermonised by winged bruisy blue-bottlers; and windows
appear shut while they are opened
o, as tommy's prayer-fayres got raced from death, haloes
got made diamond

*
oo and the gigantic arrival of a magic global stiltskin will
hereby thunderise magic-god to fragment seeds in dills
oo and the gigantic devisal of a tragic model sweet quim
thrills after featherers
oo a tardive headpiece gets filled with straws as shiverers
come shuddering for murderers
oo, once upon a mental ocean, drivers of kids will render
balders from pussy-pleat
and, gunned, dizzy meats cause rooms to twire when thunder
drinks de fatal whiskeys deadly dry; and marchers of fathers
jack de dead where a bedded bull-sky pecks grey panthers
from wraiths and choke-cherries

these gigantic arousals of vault-rains drive storms from dust
o, causal vine-snails derive salters when liquid street-lusts
become rendered from felicities and innermost sea-cusps
o, these radioed messed rodeos drink to musk when berries
get glass-graced with terrifying pleasure-toys;
and we get maimed while mouthing horses when lost boys
get blown mind-high;
and, oo, bolters of christs will shout out aloud deaf joys
ahh, doomy shooters of jesus-hills
will raise a shocker of bods with killers of carmine frills

o a mandarin in a mad mind melts for
pastel-peeped whores
o a tangerine in a wet spin melts for
penis-petalled stores
and a fox found at night
craps underground
and the falons of cool night use war
to hammer wells into daisies

o a mandarin in a mad mind melts for
pastel-peering daubs
o a massing medula in the dark scores
shooters of cars with denial
and a swanny head
bursts; and a dummy bed uses stores
to sell bleeded bran to
a keen crowd which tramples truths

o this wild world plays dead
o this child-girl lays aside a lost bed
and the eynes of March
bury deafening blindness where deaths
drool for rabbit machines,
and weepers wolf down tides
and reapers suck upon old brides
.
eh, a bully blinder breaksdown when
canine parcels leer across women
and a fast lost train
carries a cunt-coast across children
and weavers have troubles
and fearers burst bibles
and a laden city sea damages gems
and a baker of butchers
cart-stabs a green fire with chicken

o, a mandarin in a mad mind melts for
cruising body-lips
and a cradler's hands jam coda-claws
with riders of baby-trips;
and a raider or radars hisses for lit
and a trader of failures
kisses closed stars where mirrors
shine no more..

Uh Uh Uh..
..
*
with a needle in a tree-top, i finalise my
emptying endlessness
o with a seagull in a cot, i finalise now
my utterance of gold madness
and the eyes of pure rain get gone now
and the tides of sex-grain
come carrying deluders to seas of cloud
and, ah, when once a book in a stream
races across a nunnery
then a reader of babby must use shrouds
to swaddle rooks in toddies

with a needle in a tree-top, i finalise now
my easy drowning ancthers
and i idolise grief
and i bend back for sleep
and eynes glow just like a mind
and minds flow
and women crow
and horders of Bethlehem surrender mien
to sadnesses and killer hens
.
a manx of a cat carries a dog unto skin
ah a severity of ladies
lashes arks to pulley sin
and ideal ivories abuse christs with gyms
and a budder of pure night
flows and flows
ah, starry eagle clothes get stolen
ah, easy regal toads die swollen
and a bed at sea cries
and a ledge at sea dies
la la

with a needle in a tree-top, i finalise now
the crimes of my steed;
and a married bent horse
rides from demure thefts of pony-cloud

the cobblers of shouters use fusers for dragon factories
uh, raiders of sea-mouthers use movers for promontaries
and, la la, reapers of cullers use losers for lost dromedaries
and, o, as easy lady almanacs don de cross then families
must soften cakes with bread-bodies
uh, an atomic blonder cuts faces
uh, a bubonic rider cures shoe-laces
and a world on fire will cause senilities to kiss buddies

the cobblers of routers use noosers with hangers when stasis
comes sharpening plowers with murderers
uh, reasoners of flowers let tulips go; and coded killers deface
sueded taffy tangerines; and the courters of loaded mirrors
must fragmentise the brollies of de sealed ward; and ripplers
become forced to become blue-spurtive
and ravellers inside lost suns shape burstives from snippers

and the easy dead may sleep in trees
and the picklers, dead, may well fuck some honey-bees
and grey pricklers, spread, may well suck on wax-trees;
and faceless fingerers lead lead to cell
and tasteless rim-winders supper for bow-bells as teas
get starship gathered in de far east
O, a cudgler of featherers spin for beasts
O, rubblers, raided, swim for greyed cock-grease
and this wicked dizzy girl-code old men use will cum

shatterers of silly spermatozoa with bladers and mums

believers inside the less recieved get blaring across eye-drums
o, deceivers of the blessed
appear munched underdesks; and drainers of easy ear-cones
get slattering
o, relivers of a fallen ceiling cusses kitten; and greyed dromes
come muckling for swollen evenings;

and as horse-hens walk then peddlers off soft ceilings
get compassioned for stalked sweet mornings; and dromes
become statued

and a picture of la mumblas supper for second servings
and, oo, where laid gals salt-murder mops with hearings
swifteners, haired, grills after sugars; and equine earrings
come sputtering romantice milkers
and, oo, weepers sweat for swept tear-drinkers; and
superb dilators peck for blonded fevers

and as horse-hens walk then meddlers off soft eelings
drinks efts leech-dry;
and, oo, where horse-talks drag lovely mules to de sky

a nakedness of black flowers don dizzy rubies
and, la la, faces in de pitch dark, genus blackbirds fly
directly through a seaside of laden romantics: O, Ides
will die-out, here and now?

and ragglers of german acorns suck a pleated crowd
and gagglers of missions suck a seated bird-shroud;
and pinkers gob munitions; and dirtying city-crowds
scar-hurl a neoned hadean town-hell;
and, oo, we weep for cream-milkies as we use clouds
to sodomise fallen beach-cells

La, La: and we build evil tombs for wells when hours
will forever appear dead as timed flowers
La, La: and we erect evil wound for gals: O shouters
come solidifying refracted spoon-balls; and routers
get bemoused where sexy husbandries
brag after caesars will spill dots aside mouthers;
and wickedness, bed-drowned, rots aside peeker
and, O, as some sneeky peeper peppers rizlas then
woollen wideness of bursting strip-women
must eternally sugary buttery breads; O, reason

hereby escapes charge as farmers inside serums
car-cave under gal-salt-sex cunny calves
and, once mumblers escape, ole arse-honey
will cascade aside head-naps; and greyers stun
peoplers of plastic me
o, these miracle days of bled yore come reeved
across petroleums and murder; and gas-glebes
appear vampirised
La La.

we extemporise polka snots while scrotal mutts
masonise drilly sucker spots
o, a diller under feathers use some horse-bucks
use a bare-shoed expresser of renalisers: nuts get
bodying global stoats where planet Hell uses fret
to cat-bury feline poo beneath cocoa-dog-debts
and, summerising, crews supper after fork-wrecks;
and, o-la, vascular sex detectives gaol small deaths

we cooked weeds star-found in the tears of sex
we rocked knees
and, um, as foresters fell spun dreams then Rex
will kingdomise feeders of swum villages: O, sex
saxes up fors shampy and sandy
la la, oglers on all fours victimise babby shit-pecks;
and once below wet-wards
a slipperer of lost crows will don sundial shandy
and i get insidiously web-spun
and i get indivisibly coke-clunged

and dip four cut fingers in a bald sock and guns
shoot hot winklers when wankers idolise mums
and, lo, feasters of kinklers will sirenise sons,
and itemisers of brothers and fathers use tongues
to serpentise a fled world with sistering pogues

cabbies cast cunted callowers where mice
sugar-slather for eager eastern baby-lice
la we cast a cabbage on the land as Aslan
layers lion thickets with naked England's
dizzy tweedy tweeness
o!

i jack a brolly with sainted verves as sadness
swallows naked twine
&, striped, a loin of wine toasts the madness
&, triped, a bowel of soft deadness
fucks a spawny sizzler with vaginal emptiness?
o!

whence we boiled good hair then we amused
hitler's bluebottled seizure-ghost
la la la a ghoul on ice
heats a baker's wife?

*
these are the ragged men who dream of dead sleep
oh, these are the cold women who scream under wheat
these are the flashy features that float from out blood-heat
oh, these are the mallard days
oh, these are the smiles in graves

there are some pictures here that widen under lays
there are dud mixtures nearby
and, once cried, a sea of dreary eyes must send glades
to deformers of dead dreamy eerie wives:
o, once aside a daddy dale, men saw eyries in sky
come chanting a false mantra

these are the gabbard men who dream of dead sleep
these are the scabbard women who cream of heat

*
there are moany moronic daddies here whose headless bed
comes revolving like a false killer-bath
and, lo, where a manic mindist melts under craft then bed
will sunder drones with masks
o there are moany atomic dummies here whose waxed head
get shafted aside dollies
and a tweezy sneezer buddy gets led to huge hired brollies.

*
in the psychedelic circus this very eve
doctor mojo locust and his wife sortese
will be seen on the balustrade; more
we shall hear the archduke's pretty roar?
.

END.

*
06/11/2021

work-in-progress title: Cellars Under Razors Cause Hillsides to Fall
1st draft poem then poem-song

cellars under razors cause hillsides to fall as they cry
o, river-mummas, sourced, trill for eyes
and, once sundered, gorses will swill tithes then writhe
o, cellars inside blue tors
get raw as lies

and, once upon a mind, i overheard the stars using wives
to slumberise a tired swine
la, dizzy facials get rippling across snail-wine; and
reapers of muscles
get torn from spies

cellars under razors cause millsides to thral as they grind
o, scissor-dramas, forced, use heart-hides to get times
stella-fielded across
idealisers of bird-bossed lady-ermine; and we use loss
to sunder wintry summertimes

*
these lady-eaten days where a nancy father uses mums for
sirenising veins with mud-air
get hereby mitching after lairs of pure milk; and grey war
widens up for faces
o, these lady-killer days where a daddy uses pets for claws for
tracking tracklers down
then a pusher of pulers will sodomise a fish-gate

and, once across a mad mind, a sea of guns came where fate
came kicking ponies from divine sweet-bee;
and, lo, when once we get tracked down by diva then baits
will source swearers with white-plates
o, these lady-killers nearby whose hurtled heart uses claws

must riddle meat till sea-folks die away; and eyes use whores

*
blue cellars under bruised birds get sundering by a false sky
must, once filled, number noosers with thundering false spies
o, a naked fuhrer whose benny beret forces death to flower
will, rended, come oozing daffy cherry
and, la, when once skin tracks us down, a miraculous power
gets riddlered across ruby fur

blue cellars, bum-blundered, comes shooting canny curvers
oo, natal bum-navellers strum pistils with weedy caviars
and, murdered, sun-tailors stitch meats for easy fish-burners
and, once upon a tongue, buzzy tawny mermen came using
incesters for balded lungs

La, as winded windy nothingness traps teethers then ceilings
appear swollen as good kitchens get fallen; and eyes writhed

*
when all our nine and country senses tracked us down, drills
came scuttering ferny ashes
o, once across timed cases, peckers of lashers used hills to
sodomise fallen mountains; and rashes of killers caused dudes
to crack a midnight sea-slut

when all our nine and country senses cracked us, then lubes
come shittering across spermy trashes
and, cased in loss, drinkers of empty passages will
use a dead cat for easy company;
and a dizzy rat-whore must render dad from mum when tubes

get stapled to sex-canals; and ideal eiderdowns cut screws
downy down
a player of gravers; and riders of seals lose all homed truth

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

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

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

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

when we grow for a lens, then the darkness in tombs
double-cross hatches with chiding sadness; O, wounds
appear moon-strangled by raddlers of sugary sky-wombs
and we delve for heart-spies
and we swill swollen wasp-hives

what with dictionaries going spare, a daffy dill flower
gets spar-sunken across flowing hair
and, la la, a curtain on the moon eases thumbs thru
cloisters of canny clisters and minted metal-moods
o, once across honey, rustlers squint
o, once across money, hustlers see into bints

and these are the mallard days where nothing gets said
and these are the cupboard days where, splinted, bed
causes elephants to cry and cry
and, o, we may well remember that elephants are holy?

ah, a copper in a coppice grate uses sedans for sky
ah, a lopper in a cornish state uses scones for Ides
and a laden loader of a snake
comes scrying after lakes when a city in a crate
cuffs huffs of evil cum

there are too many soft words made ill now.

*
when all our umpteen city eyes may see, a nuker of naked navellers
appears soddenising flava
o, as whores arise from body-blinds, a saviour of fatalists will pepper
a damager with sweet wood
and, once pigged, meat-blood must sermonise bods as evil paper
causes moggy readers to read nothing

when all our umpteen city wives may seethe, a shaker of purple revellers
appear sermonised
o, as bawds breakdown, then a sculling meteor in a strange town renders
easy easter-xmas with citiers of brainers and evil statues;
and this world sinks her fans upside twinned brains as visual angels
come showering sex with fires

ah, a coppice of a grinder oozes buds as a beery chicken on de town
widens corpsers with mammas and swollen eerie kitchens;
and, oo, when faceless gagas grab sand then evil mictions use sounds
to swell up and up;
and, lo, when all our nine and country senses heave, then tracked nuts

wil sodomise choker cherries then slide for wide wives and blue sluts

chuckers of dizzy country cakers will hereby seize lamb from sheepy gods
la, muckers of easy country shakers
come trapping dogs inside blue rapiers; and nakedness oozes candle-bods
to swill deifiers from hands in slippers
o, lasers, entombed, comes dramming kippers while makers of evil-rods
get slashering whore-nests with burners of zippers; and bends get shoved
directly across bossers of fresh lime-pits
and, once along a candler, facials, ript, get murdered by evil rose-mits

ah, a coppice of a whiner bruises blown blood when tasty blow-flies
become fatal as bluers in maggot-bottles; O, a digger of dairies use wives
to supper for the forks and knives of a starved girl-mood
ah, a coppice of a killer shafts across stone-mugs when dirtied eye-brides
become a mettler to a dizzy eagle-cage;
and, la la, detollers make a peasy gullet-cage as trapt as evil-broods
and, once carved, a trout-fed xmas-easter goose appears led to loose rage

chuckers of dizzy country cakers will hereby size lamb from cattle-gob
and, once refining, slumpy slutty blue dills will lead edams to cunt-gob
and, o, i have seen dirtiers of swift rills come jacking spermers: O, gods
get ruralised by red-titties; and the weakeners of hacking germers get lost
to streets in whored times when weevillers stride the roads of feeling filthy;
and, heart-mind-maimed, dragglers don fish-freight
and, cunt-spine-drained, piggers don fist-bakes from vague vaginal grub

uh, fixers of knucklers get fed to tit-tides as bromide showers get dubbed
with massers of cock-corneas; and evil eye-robes get fed to burnt blood

*
my darkening dream drags lakes,
my darkening scream drags rapes
and, o, when i was married to apes then a lunar sleep
fills me up up up

*
o, you and me and our favourite smoker
what will we do when once sex chokers
choke us

*
the gravyness of the edible dark gets shaven from feasted gardens
la, bruisers, gobbed, gravel after pets
o, when rooms in de davy darkness gets pelted by even garlands
and, shuttlered, toners of ladies drag cold clothes from easy debts
and, ridered, tonsured nose-babies wrap gold clothes around nets
la, made fierce, evil eaglers fuse-crap for old roses
o, made fast, evil nostril muse-pap aged dead posies; and sweat
comes glistering
o, a tidal heart-mind-movie cascades for ceilings while cat-pecks
dizzily garotte looseners of baby
and, once aside a lost heart, oozers of bodies shape old dealings
La La La
the easter-xmas woman who gathers shells will drink blue water.

*
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...

*
these pluto-photographed dizzy heart-picture gets near a garden-gate now
la, when fiddlers play for memory
then, pantied dark, pitchers in nunnaries appear lenses sent to family;
and, oh, vermilion freaks may use a spinner-top for an aged sea-crowd

ah, this feature-film sex sees, come easing cinemas inside de shroud,
a native to pluperfect pictures; and we dream past times when clouds
come spurting popcorn bloods
ah, we will shape pigs from Eden when coiled shores jack de proud
scissor-anoints peepers with kangaroos

these plaited pluto-curtain sinks bended flowers beneath shrill fowl;
and, ooo, as ovaries get burned by female-ovens, then coded towels
drink to cherrymost choppers of ferine dad-stoves; and wood-angels
hereby ram a centaur through for
candifiers of penis men and equine whores

La La O-La...biters of long killed dragons draind a strong pint
La La O-La...spiters of sun-killed tigons roared across cage-mites
but please understand, a keen lovely child must adore all animals
La La O-La..we sunderise blathering elephant men while chemicals
force wildlife to suffer; but please try to understand that angels
will eternally sweep from elysium skies for beasted wild light.

and I adored the Son of Mam; and eyes use ferns for spiked
lemonaders of spinal crap
Ohh, as we receive lessons in paps then we will abolish saps
Ohh, as skin inceives lissom then bodifiers must set traps for
all bastard animal tapes;

La, when light cause piped milked tapings then elderly wards

die out (forever).

*
a head-piece behind museum glass abuses
a hollowed headed deacon with lunches
and sweeties, sermoning,
unravel under glued grime; and witches
stir, once brained, the paranoia of spellers
and a dotty wiccanite
has to piss inside an icy wizard-wife.

oh, as tankards at noon wallop tines then
eaters of donkey-hats
mount a heavenly mule; and canine fats
grit to evil cat-killers
la la, mentalis, severed, drink to bats as
weavers of wideners
ram wraithed thumbs deep inside rizlas

a showpiece on a fishy moon has to use
melded musk for sexed musak,
and robed radios send messagers to
drainers of rodeos and cured kissers: Oo,
we may have to fade away this day

Uh..

*
Copyright JDB 07/11/2021.

PAID COPYRIGHT

work-in-progress title: These Eye-Ripeners...
first draft poem then poem-song

these eye-ripeners whose headless moon-sine lunges come
screaming, O, a faking ooze
gets creaming; and ideal women shine when lime-booze
appears scented
oo, wind-treated demented children use hands for guns

these eye-ripeners whose beheaded wounds use sights
to render peace as blind as de divine; and old midnights
don dazzlers
oo, as faking drivellers use thumbs then signal hi-lites
get smothering

*
and i adored the Son Of Man; and rudeness cuts mice
aside car-bonnets from baited fat christs;
oo, as for naked sonnets, men will sound like heists of
vein-hissers;
o, i adored the Son Of Woman; and lewdness cuts life
across plume-perfections

and these evil teenaged birds dirtiers seek after use christs
to render salts as sweet as mind-curd;
and, oo, as painter of glass uses hankerers for swerved
mentalis and digital-flasks:
and, soap-smoked,

as veins fly by, reptilian flowers cut nuts from choked
eager madam-macadam Naples-cherry; and sex awoke

*
screamers whose yelling tides gets bled to fast death
La La: veins fly by: heads burn: faces shoot sex
and, once dried, a bellyful of birds fuses mute sex: Oh,
where treaters of jelly uses grey triffles to end deaths;
and, car-brooched, as nostrils fade, a nuker's oats
get spattering

O, a daddy drifter whos mamma words knew God
will hereby slumberise five seasoned birds while
bended hollow head-haloes
use accusers for bread; and shakespearos cut smiles

O, a daddy-father whose sisters loved all sundials
must render crammered dullard gob
against an evil diesel face; and churching gobs
use a teenaged tongue for a devil-dial; O, dogs
appear upended, here and now?

*
all incest is evil: all sexiness will sunder all related worlds
la, eveners of devils will use hills
to cause murder-zoology; and grassy mills will use girls
to ferment bats and gods
O, as scenters float by, murderers of rills will use worlds
to fragment mien with gassed lords
and, once pattered, with linguid faces under sea-girls
must sunderise milks with beery broads

screamers whose crying gets bled to silence then whirls
will hereby use dolls for pearls
and, la, we may watch for pearls
and, ah, we must use cat-curls to sirenise junked worlds
and when once decriers dream of chews
then evil incest must creep from de woodwork until
we appear fed by tears; and buds moved?

Oh, a mumma-dada user here whose navels feed dills
will most certainly meld piss in bottles
Oh, a damager, bad shoed, kiss coltlers as sweetness
causes doomers to blossom like a stable
Oh, we appear to brew kitten-Bast; O, we use sex
to shorten hands with endlessness

all incest is evil: all rapinity gets fended from slits
ah, sisters under drawl must fade fast away..
and i wil hereby sieze the original hanging moon
and will will come real hard now?
oo, a draker of buns gets used in dead hair when
incesters die out, eternally and forever.. Oh, Uh

the end?.....

*
deifiers of kangaroo haunts get winter-fed to lost owls
regiciders, sundered, taunt lippy
and a toilet-torturer jumps babby
oo a daughter on a beam falls to de silent earth where
maladies in de sun force bared tits down silent hair
and a boner in a craft
capsizes where de brightening city-masks use air
to suffocate dreamers of sweet rainbows
ahh a draggler of fairy cellves
use renal wounds for prison-cells; and a dangerous mare
gets ridden across radios

deifiers of kangaroo haunts gets reeling under timed prayer
la la, sewers, made moose, force urine adown stairs,
and a lapper on de moon
sunders cribs with tablet-cocoons
and a dabbler on a cliff swells up, up, up,
and dancing dewy dells don masqueraded cuts

o sepulchers, gnawed, bury keen deaths when muck
gets poked across death's nose;
and, laah, we widen for mind-messages
and, uh, we siren after mental sausages;

amen..

*
the droolers who show cellves to sea-urchins must
serenade dreamers with shelves
and, la la, as we ride from bells, then we dam lust
oh, once upon a flower, bridal bastards use elves
to torture smells with dust
and, once paved, a bellyful of tusks comes using
a bedded tower for a body

deifiers of kangaroos get raced across ceilings
and a quango sign
slashes bill-boards with wine; La, sold feelings
get bar-buried under wolves where grey grime
came settling headboards under blue crimes
O, a lemon mine-ochre has to sunder fay spine

*
urchins whose fatal deadening blue-hymen must
get flaying salt terminals
and, lying, once colters had cried then pigeon-dusts
must, drinking, use families for tides
o, arkers who listen to growl radio gets led to pus
o, and i espy a lovely puss-cat
o, and i espy a lovely pet-rat; and i entertain
all feline-canines and all wildlife

urchins whose mazy madonnas slide for deaths
will most certainly collude with primates; O, wrecks
appear weird when citiers of plugged pig uses
salinities for wide town-pitiers
Uh, some like the idea of light-meat-taping?
Uh, some like to listen to a sitar inside a ceiling
Lo, when a capped animal mask
gets dancing, then i shall dream for wild dreaming

ahh deifiers of kangaroos get raced across buildings
then daughters undered darkness chase lost beadings
directly across menfolks and keen madness: O,
garagers of carriers hand sharpeners to dead-end god

forevermore.

Pall walls around me seek to find security: locked in
a cage, the bird within me sings: inveigal my territory as if it were
sanity, strike at my history, sever my wings.
As if I ever knew the
gunshine of moving, as if I ever knew the bullet laid bare: as if I ever
knew the riflers at my pocket: seldom knowing any, no God on high answers
my prayers.

Pall walls, or is it something close to recusance; something
close to subvention that makes my soul decry? To search for passion's
sentence is all & all love's presence: pall walls, or is it fury; more,
the devil in love's eye? Never finding thunder, just stalking after
ravens: setting no light to harvest, this song of ether reaps the poor:
lying backwards in a chamber, seeking moons in wells of night, the life I
lead is seldom waking, its breastmost way, a cloven spite.
Pall walls,

endless under prism; a prison of spectral torture, the gaoler's hands
decree: sermoned under lightning, struck dumb by passion's raping,
entombed in endless blackness, this man of bone receives.
Pall walls
around me seek to find security: locked inside a cage, the bird within me
sings: inveigal my territory, strike down my destiny; let go the spires
that music might win.
...
This is Planet Birth: let no man tell you birth is glad: this is Planet
Birth: let no woman make you sad.
Under fire & under azure, Planet Birth
is all to see: let no man tell you birth is plenty; Planet Birth came from
the trees.

This is Planet Birth: umbilical as lust, the cradle's yawn
disproves: this is Planet Birth: let no child tell you birth's amused:
under mud & under oil, Planet Birth denies its toil: let no God tell you
birth is plain, Planet Birth came from the rain.
Planet Birth, Planet
Birth, Zioning in the Dark, beneath the earth, like ded zephyrs from red
skies, Planet Birth comes flailing by: wailing under hammered sirens,
beneath the sun, the earth must fail: Planet Birth, Planet Birth, let no
gladness see birth wail.

In the tombyard, sundergrinding, abortive as the
Son of Love, Planet Birth, Planet Birth, Planet Birth, the boom of blood
drops here...

*
these washy white-headed pastures where eyes ladelled specs to arses
will, once sight-leaded, erect vastness where tribes
get star-heralded; and, O, delighted sadness will don wide writhers when
evil brain-bias will surrender drag to madness
Oh, once across a pipetter of maskers gets plugged, then we will rend
ready-salted beer-crimes
aside binary burners of limes; and a casementer of drugs will sea-shend
a dromedary seasoner: oo, a graveyard on a false heel gets fed to snow-men
and, uh, as autumnal summertimes cause hot stars to look down
then perusers of phantasmal wintry-vines hook scars from lost towns

This is Planet Birth: Umbilical as baby-chases, a liberties of papers
appear sirenised by delvers of nudues; and, modelled from leopards,
eternal ingenious wildlife hits to an actual godhead
and, oo, a tender of child-life gets lost forever; and foul humanity
appears sindling across wide-christs
and, oo, a typical human-imposter gets lasering aside eyeless granny
and, oo, a schizotypal woman-operator comes huffing lungs when
dusted sky-angells get shouted across loud crisscrossing heavens

La La: well, we may choose now to star-estrange a cut penury from
a dizzier who works for petrol-enemies; and a sizer under dead suns
becomes moon-splendid; and riders of bled brandiers
hereby appear caught in a laughing time-bubble; and useless flavas
unleash sea-sliders aside a ghastly baby man; and oozers, papered,
comes hooting after genius owls and disappearing fallowers: La
and, uh, i am god's owler
and, luh, i am love's deranger; and heraldics will snap soft stars

Oh......

*
Bad diamonds crack
sad ribbons drape death's laps
and backsides rip inside clapped
flown killers
O.

me and madam naples have crack
filling dun veins
me and master navels have crack
filling waxed brains
and, as raining rivers wrap
mummies, then
cold caved coasts crash for
dopy dreamt dead women
And baby's cradled door
shuts..
*
this patent sea of death digs
dead waves
o, inside a sea of dregs, kids
tread waves
-oo-

out of a world of bees, pigs
swill graves
and idiot cattles suffer figs
and sex is as bright as knaves
Uh-

a blossom in a beer spills bud
a mission in a tear weeps blood
and, o, as crazy ladies suck soft god
then idiot biblers break
down down
O-
I will not murder and
death hears mirrors
and i am flown now-.

*
here, in a void, a parkland plays for boys
o, a ballgame in the dark will
find tennis seizing night, and balls will
never touchdown
and i am leaving town
o?

as a sea of soft cats mewls for sound
then feline fingers will find sound
feeding song to birds
and i am leading self where words
whirr
and a swirling sea of sun sees birds
whistling for curves
Uh-.

Manic madmen melt as nerves
cry
and vast glass sky suffers soft curved
blonde ladies
and here where mistress naples purrs
glass onions weep for burned
Woman-.

*
Ah when once old history men will
cross my palm with rivers
then mad moneymen will fill killed
passion

And when once old family men will
cross love's charms with mirrors
then honeytrees will raise a killed
mission, O
when once kind faces swing
then rapping mums will bring
daddy
giddily home
and parasitic places peal
rotted domes
and, lazy, loud ladies are out alone
uh-

Me and mummies wind inside
hot bandaged skies, and dreams will
adventure where winding lives
leap rubicund lost lives
And weddings wed to thrills
and yellowing beds see ills
drawing divans
..
*
these sun-handled mind-mirrors held in twixed hands will
perhaps, once scandled, etch heroes aside deadeners: Hills
appear strangled: Oh, me and dr music must shend dust-drills
aside geesy goofy mandrin-currents; and pushers of ole mills
may well, defined by lost seas, come shouting at the dark: rills
must serenade a muteness of bees
and, hereby waltzed, chicken chewers huff lungs
and, nearly doped, turkey movers lay poisoned trees
O, once across a dunked biscuit-boy appears fed to thrills
O, once across a spunked cheese-boy appears fed to tea
ahh, a native who holds indigenous toys wil strangle meads as
sunderers of mod boys on a mitching field
gets summoning blood joys from enriching weals; and whips clasp
a chrontic fragmentive piss-pool
ahh,-

La La: well, we may choose now to surrender wasps to masts
La La: well, we may well abuse gods now
oo, a catted holy burtheoners come walking clouds across flasks;
and, once ratted, bed-witherers
get fucking loosened; and asexual males who drink to kindlers
must, pulled, bury bedsides aside droners under red cripplers

these sun-handled mind-mirrors held in twixed fans will
drop a patent cusp across a blind hall; and fishy vans will
simply van the ocean-air to find bullers of giddy rams swilled
across de Thames
and in throats where many rivers meet, pangy head-dills
glow; and i have seen the ghosts of sleep taunting dead men

and the goddesses who get keenly raped will always send hens
to kindering riffling screws who
will hereby hold the earth with bruises; and cawdors in skin
huff; and we shall shed plastic-burns as we die for foreskins

Eh..

END.

*
Copyright JDB 10/11/2021.

work-in-progress title: Uh, a Spiller of Ferine Fat Killers
first draft poem then poem-song

uh, a spiller of ferine fat killers use hands for eyes
uh, a river of lost dreams
appear rended under tangerines
o, a sodden sea-man uses sands for wives when
eaters of sodomy get pronged then killed

uh a spiller of ferine cat mirrors use fangs for men
uhh, a pealer of marines get shuddering;
and, doped, stinking dreamers get murdering hens;
and a swiftening cocker horse will

send dun head-dolls to sleep; and aromas kill

*
luh, a dazzling mad dragonfly gets led to riders
luh, a maddening sad seesaw eye gets fed to bikers;
and a massive mind-crag
appears scented with red-rags; and doctors sunder
a feeder of a blonded head-stag
and, lazed, ladeners abed use dogs for drag

uh, a spiller of ferine cat-machines awake for lovers
uh, a jilter of killers rat-cases levees under cabs
and a massive heart-mag
gets speyed where a bat-bender uses red slags
to render deaths from tabs

*
renters of homeless centaurs get fed to arcade machines
o, defilers of stoneless mind-wards lead ghosts to latrines
Uh, a dialler of gemmies gun-score deadly points when
daddiers of voluble words
appear fed to forcers; and solid blackbirds use men to
renters of homeless mum-moors use hairs for dun truths

uhm, a spiller of sweet walls get stamped by de mad
uhm, a rider of meat-molls
appear denied; and holing holy dolls swig from bad
disembodied head-devs; and, lo, a delver of de sad
come back home;

and, snapped, gnomes with bones shoot sloanes;
and the wry sickled moon in a dome uses fuck to
sodomise lungs with guttered swooned fuses: Roofs
appear dashy where lost tiles got frozen for crude
sexy meat-oil

uh, we are the ragged men who led burns to moils
uh, we are the rage of children
uh, we are the birds found chopped in kitchens

*
these are the red days i see raping lashwide fields
o, these are dead days
and, once mazed, a draggler of snappers yields
dizzy maddeners to gods

these are the red days i see taping mouths over
o, these are the bled days
and, once craved, daughtered cold-clays suffer
modellers of cages

la, la, snapping, faces fellow a belly till fathers
swallow the eats of aces
la la, crapping, faces follow a dairy till swillers
insandal an atomic sluicer of riders and dealers

*
these are the postmodern pow-wows i have used all my life
Uh, as dirtiers of porny peals from wives
then daffy streets of feeling filthy will sermonise deniers
Uh, these are postmodern sky-sounds where red designers
come scooped aside gob; and angellers whose sex-minders
appear rendered spy-high
will hereby die where gaggly factories will cut definers of
dreadfully ill pig-pins

oh, we are the ragged men who don ties while shitting
oh, we are the magic men who swirl wands when eating;
and, la la, crypters will bodify a baster of cluck-evenings
and, broken, i will use emulsifiers to hearten drifting sods
and, opened, i shall use revellers to harden groped
money-clogs

oh, i have seen slashers drinking drummer wines
oh, i have seen rashers being fried while bummer rides
will serenade gigantic northern genius pumpkins: rides
will hereby cause the murdered to use land for landslides
and, dramatised, the cunt-powered moves dickers from
evillers of salted blown chewers

*
once along a time, a masoner of milkies made way for fires
once along a mine, a digger for easy glades made way for
blenchers of cat-schools
and eyers, ground from stools, will see American sex-war
cumming through cool stools

and a peasy clampet naps for lady-livers whence whores
must dampen her sex-vest before peeing for paid gorse
and a damaging heart-nest grips to mass as melted sauce
comes sidling unto a vast planet on lost moon
Oh, a cocoa father will know everything as a fotal horse

rides to country sleep.

*
the campfires in demure grassy goosed heavens will
render rape as purely as glassy full-bearded ravens
O, as we weave cunny from nasty Nazi heels then gardens
may well come across lungers of evil glaucous and ungent
and a piercer under loss
must sink some fanny deep
O, campfires found unattended aside of god-wood seem
set alight by sealers of cremated flats; and a burner beams
deeply aside reelers whose funny bones ravel under deans

O, as daisy rumours race for rain then phantastic dreams
appear to Arimethea as eagle-pain preys across beans
O, we eat as we choke upon valved bake-bleeded cherry
and, invoked with occultist porn, a faceless chewer of berries
will have to foretell a sex-tale
and, once tales are told to the old and frail, citadels in Wales
get christened with easy milk
O, scotland and ireland and wales rule versification

*
the chanters of swelling vans drives a transit across dettol
o, blue mangers, shopped, writhe
o, nude strangers, lopped, writhe across blown tides
o, chanters, yoga-lost, drools at a woman's bedside
and, once pecked, drippers who use a drop-tank will
extemporise feeler fawners for the purpose of using drills
across a shitter of false telephones

uh, campfires in decorous rooms will abuse flames
uh, regal starred winds move dunes across brained
evil-seagulls; and a painter of windows will campaign
for the sweet four seas where a drizzler of salt-rain
appears, once aborted, as eaten as a flirted star-stain;
and, ooo, weepers of sugar-tea-tears must

sink deeply deeply down aside creamers and musks
and this falsifying second earth will render kid-cusps
as extra long as the evening births of meals and crusts
and, made fatal, terminal breedings must flash for trains;
and, made terminal, cancers, in fingering kills loud lust

Uhm, a traitor to burnt tooth-mamals gets led to a wild sea
Uhm, a painter of shent dream-camals
with Hera and Hermes and Hector and Andromeda
O, a face in a human sky gets personified as anal and
eyers of pecky female-dom cuts soaks from Woman
and, once cohorted, gagglers who ear-jam Woman
appears bleeding

o, chanters inside glassy cocoons play with children
o, cummers who lover-mask racoons with children
get hereby hunted by tautening ripper-ghosts; and Women
get glazing for wives
and, pushy, pissy god-fishy panters cum for denyers;
and, bellied, poesy under piss-decanters will sunder
everything single wildlife dreams;
and all holy laudly beasts must rule a sweet mother

Uh,- whilst we wash broads with meat then colour
will, once seized, splash boards aside roomless fever
Uh,- whilst we wash broads with sleep then kissers
a contemporary digger-kid will whisper inside livers
and lifted ravens pray
and sifted natrons will play with fatal flown whippers

*
the evil easers of deadeners will send dogs to sleep
la la, eateries, drugged, glow as eats get reaped from
forking knifings
and a faceless friend writes till the utmost end when
evil blue garlands acede to a nude ceiling;
and we danced in the dark
and we sat aside a lost park
and, O, lacers of drives revv midnight engines

o, seagulls, agers, colostomies dream of surgeons
o, regal starvers of ancient seas
cum crying for acrid blue-beads,
and, hooded, an evil christ skewers grey breeds
and, la la, i have seen conservers of fay steeds
star-crumbling where paddocks wedge
dressless dressage under focal human heads

the evil easers of beckoners will send dogs in heat
to daffy halls where moon-crashing heart-sleep
goes swingeing across heaven's breasts; O, meat
gets tied down devil-legs
and, spied, a neon dilly bed sees feline dregs
come scattering blues all over the world

La. La. When a youthful mind-remit rides foals
then, dentured, a mouthful of shit pokes a soul
o, and litters trill while sitters under lips uses asps
to cover a dogger of a shipper with porny clasps
La. La. When a yelping mad mister used rolls then
as an ice man cometh, darlings shooteth up.

o, seagulls, agers, colostemies dream of surgeons
o, personifiers of agers and tummes heap sturgeon
across molted mons-caviars; and reelers for sluts
come divining vaults from deckchairs
o, seagulls, agers, colostemies dream for bum-fuck;
and, lo, personifiers of lagers and limes smile for muck;
and idolisers of veined slathers
come spurtive; and stained church-fathers

stopper angled angels then drink love's female rivers

*
blown, just like a mind, a deifier of dinosaurs uses T Rex
to thunder after de reptilian
and a mammy fire dreams of Eden
and a dusty sparce triceratops bathes snakers aside deaths
and moony moaner boyfriends
drive a dizzy prehistorc bird across candifiers

the eyes of idolisers sharpen a nest with sadness
the riders of equalisers harden breasts
and a braker of soft scissor gardens uses metal madness
to scatter dirty lambs across asylum-hills

draggler after dummy dames as ingenious scottish mien
uses the irish welsh with a heated holy lens;
and, lo, me and mental Love must sweat for England

Uh? a meaty gagger of loss gets softened under mien
Uh? a sleepy grabbler of a crissed cross will use mien
to sweep smelly children aside moss-streets when gems
gut snivelling for strickeners of dives

and a reader undersound comes revolving for tights
and a reaper underground comes dissolving into stripes;
and an oval lady lantern runs cold as true light when mikes
come oozing brains; and delvers of gas cum
huddling huffers till sweet radio darkness gets gunged
within navellers and belly-boncers

and a ghost at sea seems swollen; and ghosts abed
must teeter as weed seems stolen by ghouls abed
and, lo, as seed flurries then arching apple boughs
gets shafted under funeral men and tomorrow's shrouds

Uhh

as radio darkness drinks
loud shroudsails, then
eager dolls will rend pink coal
and coke drinks men
and spunk hears women
rising
o

as radio darkness shrinks
inside blind sound
then lewd naked song thinks
nothing
sss

when once cruel cunts link
labial chains
then breakfasts will feed
pinked paned
strange stranging rain, and
old guides cry for sand
sss

as radio darkness rams
Rama
then Ram will raid Sita
O

idolising tides cut rivers
and sane spies shend scissored
splayed mirrors,

*
ah, as a scissor in a hose hear
blind rain
then blonde veins will appear
inside grain
and birds will peck flown fear
sss

ah, as a mirror in a rose stains
sylvan spheres
then ashy endless tears will
raise kissed
trains

*
getters of dunny diamate will feed lyons to trams
lo, bedwetters, made ruddy, feed tigrons to drums
and a scatterer of burny brooders must use sands
to doctor all heaven's mortalities; and easy burstives
get lamped by archers of lanterns and strobers

Uh, getters of mummy will feed tigons to fevers as
butressers, made gummy, build heads from red glass
and, oozing by, a turner of gills will soften phlegm with
a larded carved arse and a killer at the edges of pigs;
and, carded, carmine skull-glitters cum deeply for

asiatic holy ghosts and the sireners of ghostly wards
Uh,- pricklers of blue cheeses and sex-pickle get gorged
by devisers of chewers and round fleeces; and bawds
get homeward; and homewardly christ gets his Lords made
keen to bear de sword and not the fucking peace

La.

*
fairy fingers fondle after mumblers
easy killers cuddle
coded sugar plants
fairy seagulls fondle after Numbers
easy murders cudgel
coded city cunts
and the baths of children bathe underneath
chidden chilly chopped children

o once aside a mind, we heard the blind
darkening shadow puppets with a mind
and we dug for girls
and we fed the world
o once aside a mind, we heard the blind
and once upon a time, we saw pearls
shattering like the sun.

fairy fingers fondle after mumblers
easy rivers cuddle
coded dreaming feathers
and a bed of bone bags the dead when
hot bread digs for lovers
..
Uh

*
the strapped horsed angels who fly for fears
trample veiny winged tears
the clapped forced temples of the dead
shear hands from fears
and a stable under spheres
fallows kitchen tundras
and a cabled easy father
wallops spermy coves with distant thunder.

o when once a cavern in a cage rocks
roller men with city ravens
then a brawl of crazy wipes must rot
a buttered cage of milk and wheat and raisins
and a daughtered flower
vanishes into ovens.

the strapped horsed angels who fly for fears
trampled veiny winged souls
the crapped cockers of a father's rose
has no true flowered mien
and we owe owls to sirens
and we rock around a dairy gem

the fortress of a keen mind glows like skin
and my world is pyramid?

PAID Copyright JDB 11/11/2021.

work-in-progress title: Ooo: We Have the Games by Heart
first draft poem then poem-song

ooo: we have the games by heart: the vital ebbing sea where beats burn
ooo: we have the flames by heart: the mitres under beach-trees spurn us
and blown broken phones get dialled after fathers;
ooo: we have the games by heart: the viral ebbing sea when sleep turns

oh,- as mastiff scissors kiss woollen wolverines, shakers in a bad perm
cum whispering down the tragic graves; and defacers of sins fuses firms
up, up, up where bodiers under trays
get visciously murdered; Ha Ha: where bodices quake, dreams yearn

after dogs and birds and all bubbly lovely wildlife; and cool cats burn

*
and when ladeners in calmed chairs growled, a scented mommy moved
dashers under gardens get shitted on while sun-cementing cries soothe
heretics; and parrot men don hangers while robots come huffing clues
about dirty main-road revellers;
and when darkeners, rammed, stage a phallic stroke, then odes to flues
get fragmentised
oh

oo,- dogs and birds and all familial holy wildlife get healing eyes
and, rended, a seashore when cool gulls get strangled, then wives
must pay the beasted mind-piece
and one zillion daggerers cums hooting
and goaded goddesses lead christs under blinding city-sides

*
ooo: we have the games by heart: the vital edging of the trees
ooo: we have the flames by heart: the regal ghost inside seed
comes dropping ooglers aside drivers of sex-hosts; and need
becomes trickling

oo,- gods and holy swallow-angels dream of wings where
sky-absolving easy haloes drink to sweet comas; and hairs
come falling from heart-wynds
oo,- bobs and peering princes use dogs for minds: O, prayers
get transmitted to peeing minds

ooo: we have the games by heart: the vital killings in the trees
hits bled loss; and with opened hands in a wishing-well, bees
will sting every single hived thing;
and nodal head-barbarians wash for rings as helterers cut reeds
la, la,- modellers of sunny ash

appears spy-led to de streets of feeling dirty; and eyes heave

*
and, once crammed, fistulas of killers drink to a dreadful town
o, once canned, bristlers, bogged, serve milks to a dull town,
and, once drammed, pistollers, slagged, work on the milks;
oo, a famisher of felicity gets
unbelievably old; and coded pets appear pluperfect

and, once crammed, pictures appear pinned to a sea-wreck
la, when pigs die, weepers after skinnards snip dommy kecks;
and, once enpied, tricksters, suffered, become as dead as pits
and, la, an entertaining maltreater of a gal uses fists to lift
lambwhiters from glassed hilltops

ooo: we have the fotal canes by heart: the pickers of cots
will ballet-breakdown
a naked dance that feeds flickers to Downs; and sweet rot
gets hereby medalised with dilators of drowners
ooo: we had the foetus when flowers under crows move
a winter of heated violence
and, once prickled, we will visualise barn-bathers

and, once lammed, punchers of cinemas must murder
all timelessness; and we use a clock without Numbers and
we execute robed keys to tumble after doubts
ah, a canny gill-christ will contain feelers aside islands;
ooo: we had the dizzy words by heart
ooo: we had a mazy world where we used the dark to
serumise bleeders of a false lair where rats feed off
hidden rotted sewer-sloanes

ooo, we enterprise after sweet mad madams: Loss
gets kisserfered when outelbowellers scan de Cross
ooo, we get crisscrossing mammy riddlers when dross
comes hooting aside a burning phoenix-nests:
radio-sonic blue noise ravels aside visual deaths:
radio-comets use wrists for anvils; and old death
appears smelling

oo, a bodier under buildings suppers for killings
oo, a babier of thunder serves puds to illing
mirror-gems; and a miner in a coal-kissed bath
has to topple where bled skies swim

radio-ponies, serving, will hereby be freed from dust
oo, stereo magnets petrify wranglers with trussed
tissuing dyed cripplers of memory; and weird cusps
get led to funfairs where a terminal cake-walk rusts
oo, candifiers of hair come homeward to find us
rendered from feet in shroudsails

*
Ah, as petrol faces turn, then fawkesfires will
send doctors to cured quack-sleep
and arches, slain, supper for naves as red hills
sunder groans with splinters
Ah, as petrol faces burn, then fawkesfires will
send buried heirs to sad rivers

these soft days where i lay down god's father
come spitting across fear
and a fairground cross shudders when tears
flow, just like sweet wept rocks,
and me and madam macadam sear old feathers
and, bolted to cans, a silly summer's follies
send daughters to lost countries

Ah, petrol faces burn; oh a cattery uses trees
to star-topple fled forests from naked bees
Ah, petrol faces yearn oh a family in leaves
lend canneries to the king's canaries; and teas
get well-gathered
Ah, petroleum loses ferns

these soft days where i lay down god's mumma
come spitting on blue rain
la la, easy blenders of swirled pain uses lovers
to send hateful villages far West
and a cat at sea uses dog-boats to shend deaths
and a carrier of closed decrial
feeds hooped suits to veinous penis-trials

Oh a local fotus feels after friends when dials
shatter; and weepers use larders to store smiles
and lemon ochres, noosed, feed off sundials

*
cablers, dented, cause febrility to swarm just like blow-flies
o, saddlers, scented, cause families to swell under worms;
and, moosed, our mind-masoners swill liquid shit till germs
appear mind-beshrewed; and dodgers in hills use greyed germs
to shrink up, just like a female in a dead throne
and mad neural flames are near
and sad motelled trains get jackknifed next to a soup-hotel;

oo, as petrol aces burn, then bodiers of sex wank in hostels
oo, as metal-faces squirm, reddeners use christs to mend Hell,
and, lo, perhaps this wiped world is planet Hell
oo, as menstrual piss sinks some pee in a gin-bottle uses Hell
to sharpen veils with pinks

cablers, dented, cause felinity to storm a sex-bastille will
plug a horning horse to a strange room where pinchers spill
gunnels of scottish heat across holy celts where bled bills
fascinate mien with lyon-feet;
and i have centralised pussy-meat with parrot-teats: O, gills
come sharpening eaglised buddy-beats

*
wow, these eaten hearts i have alway known
cum comforting the fall of the shroud
and, la la, eyers of dolls loop lots to bone
and, la la, criers, stalled, weep for koda-chromes

an asser of a fatal age whips a pony-pule
and, oathed, a fotal cage
cums glistering for staged cinematic fools;
and, la la, eyers of fruited bends bag fools
and, ah la, climbers scale skinned dev-fools;
and me and madam mana
lay beneath lady rama; and weaving dada
gets his genius hits from a jazz rum baba
and giddy loony lips leash lesions to drama
and, o, master body-boy deceived Santa
.
wow, these genetic crowds i have to seize
cum poxing like a daisy
wow, these generic lazy muttoners who
star-cede films to spery laid disease
mask a damask pulse within dairy keys;
and olden wine sinks gins into diaries as
bowers of arses give nicks to poppers
and, la la, motherers still a shrill lover
by crying aside a neon body-bridler

a pox underground leaps for waters
a cock underground digs after daughters
a rocky roman sound bathes Cleo-slaughter
and, oo, with caligula and his whip,
i epsy sores on distant future tit-trips
and, sun-lotioned, scryers of oiled clits
curse cussers with molded master-mortars

and a keen crayon cross gets venus-crafted
and a mean tigron will shut cats in spheres
and a rented car-marriage scraps after tears
o, feinted piggers of dunny corpses use fear
to silently plead for a new mind in a sea of basts,
and, once sheathed, local fatal kin uses fears to
malform silk-skirt from ferine hearted sex-tubes

..
*
come rocking where loud lads played, dilators of bed-machines
oo, weepies that feed scones to maids
will, once capped, see hooded devil-boys get lynched by canteens;
oo, come rocking on a busy sewer-beach
oldness, fed to cooks, feed a hitted vege-drip to a keen mouth
and, once spired, crooks, bled, dons small villages with drouth;
and, pounced, a regal dog-cat uses flexers for holy eternal doubt
and, trounced, a seasander uses defters for easy holy animal-shouts

come rocking, a generic oval of a weary uvula gets led to mounts
oo, weepies that feed stale cake to knaves
will, once snapped, see blooded evil-boys get lynched by marines;
and, oo, idolisers in trees
watch closed princesses made-up from loaves and hot weed;
and fruiterers whose orange mind-cut swells up, will hereby cede
a ghostly hollower whose tramplers must send cellves to peed
bunny nests

and these clad words from a lost heart will observe catkind using
phantastic bats for human-rat-prey
and, uh, eyers of dizzy sad fat must circumsize every moving
wooded ghastly trained sweet cat; and we must jump de ceiling?

*
All sing for the sum drum in the foxed cavern of catacombed light,
pray, sing for the spring, come, knell the bells; teach this life to end!
For man who is torn of woman can only seal his faith with rape;
so too, the thunderthral of the sooted son in the sembled mall,
parrying naveward, marrying graveward, can merely yield to dying

Two scars on the cheeks must rove their tribe-enblazing hatred:
enshrouded as the love of christ, man in macadam can only wail
Hills shall come to those who vie for ravens in the wombyard,
thus each knife in dei-heist must scorn the tombs of feeling

Forever, this, the map of bleeding, codes her wheys with pisces,
each river of riven proof, as slanted as the psyche in the moon!
Chromeward, the stoned reproof of rages, coarsing on, sickles up,
furled in the siege of the raceward seed, each rapine tendril, searing
everyone! No child on its brideward trail, no law of love, may shend
the chains of this cold excursion through the splitzoid void of sleeping

Third mind mentalities, palled, shall crack the skulls of babied rest,
each breast that breaks, each feline flume, as acrid as the buried

Rancid, this westward hero can find no wasteland for his schemings,
nor may the mountain makers find solace in the lullabies of nowhere,
and the parasols are raised, each vest of nightmare cloying to incender,
the english mister, atavisitic as ever, raking the seas of lard-large infinity..

*
come into a dead world where a kissifer cat-gal purrs all night,
easy eyelashes, pented, sneer across evil rooms,
and an island on a peak summons buddha christs where lights
get lowering luminous dogs and bright fox-cathedrals
o, as moany moon vixens sear mad hands then old tables will
appear scented under female cologne and de stars in a sex-rill

come unto a dead world, where a kissifer cat-girl preens all night
easing sex-splashes, rented, sneer aside murderers; and midnights
come all too easy to Banquo till
weaavers of greasy broods come sinking cuffs within false hills
and, lo, a deadener of cruisers get wrecked where moth-minds fill
a burdener of flowers with perfume

and these mad words from a cut heart will cause fjords to swill
diamate; and a bird from a curved cart will cause broads to swill
liquid diamante; and, lo, where once sparls shrill from a pusscat
then loaded radio-faces will

fall all too fast down a pool in cells; and godmen glance as plaits
come scuttering from a well-head; and ditchers in plants feed bats

and a moiety of pregnant rain gets glucosed while deaths wrap
a biddy babby in the the fur of god's pets
and, oh, ashen ass-wipes give bloods to suffragettes
and, oh, flaxers, gas-swiped, give bods to galley minarets;
and, oh, this side of a honda-bike, lords ride mindlessness
across ideal rider beaches

oh..

*
And the coitus of self-lauded seas must wrench
Cockles from the winkles near dread
Buddy Dreaming. Or else, the spinning seas
Of shells made real must swim deaths
Or the lights of oceans spiel away
The milky dancing darlings of self-trade.

The lotus of the salts inflames hordes
And the swiftness of sailing prove
That girl kind may not despise shores
Nor the genius of sandcastles smooth
Sirens from selves and possession.

Thence, the self-love my mind scored
Homes of drinking waters
Against the drowning peoples of
Love’s heartfelt pools The shadowed

Depths of art refine their currents where
Lies slip their lake-rivalry when
The sucking fish of dying death sprays

Sea-love-life prays?

*13/11/2021

work-in-progress title: The Pinchers of Heart-Mind-Bellies
1st draft poem then poem-song

the pinchers of heart-mind-bellies render sex as dead as day,
o, lynchers of sky-mind-tellies render sex as cold as clay,
and skirters of damp and dry surrender to de cross when graves
get rented to funeral statues.

come into this kiss-hooved world, rotators send butts to berries
and, gnarled, an unearthly girl shouts where seas end;
o, riveners, manned, curse sex with mouths as chokey cherries
get bed-strangled; and enhearsers, pigs used pies for snout

the pinchers of heart-mind-bellies render sex as fast as founts,
and drivers of de fairies sink delis under killers;
and, oo, a heavenly idiot babby feeds from meats as mums end

*
come to a dressed world where gabblers cause sins to mend,
dickers inside messed girls
see eyers searing pearls, then a dancer under winds gets sent
across purplers when earls
appear next to God; and worlds must render sense from scent

come to a dressed world where godliness forces sins to end
dickers inside slashers curl
across belters when a town in a whorl traps mental women
aside breakers; and broken staplers will dream of chickens;
and horders of hands

abuse de rio grande

*
the pinchers of heart-mind-bellies render pecks from pay
ah, jackers of blood cum huffers; and petty pretty days
get city-slammed
ah, de enrichers of heart-mind-babies render wrecked clays
from bled hearts when chiddeners
come star-freezing; and puffers must choose maddeners
for all human history

come to a messenger, melders of ducts get cut from a
painter of easy dressers
ah, piety-panged, issuers of roller men use butts for calves
ah, easily manned, tissuers of coda men use sluts for paths;
and we weevilise as we cry for sodas
ah, prettily fanned, we slide for sofas and

die out..

*
jackers of candy castles come shooting idiots; O, old boys
come swivelling down guns
and piercers, drowned, stun mums with ingots; and toys
appear scented under guns
and kissers, drowned, stun bums with eased rots as sons
come melting

o, jackers of candy muscles come shooting egits; O, cold boys
come caressing lost drums
and jivers, star-screaming, centres brawls aside closures: ploys
come scurrying where
demnotics leap from thin-hairs: Ah, as a lost hospice dives
then terminals shall unravel

forever

*
we must street-peddle after pissers where a dog is found in the ground
must sermonise evil cat-killers; O, as navellers kill sounds then bedsides
may well blossom and bloom,
Ah, we must street-peddle after throat-rivers; and some petrol lives
must surely get home to swoon

we must street-peddle after shitters when a god in found underground
Ah, we must slumberise for trippers
and, once roasted, palled pus gets leaden
and, once coasted, pullers of grey gardens get dug by murder-towns
and we will here and now supper for anorexic wounds; and gardens
appear fly-fed to slinky prettiness

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 tans
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 klan
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 dram
OHM-.

old rivers rain from raping roses and
puI am a cutted cunt and I am a tree of clams
And gods are cast from caves as men land
Facedown in a tree of a green-eyed island
ooo-
aHH-.
i am a flamed god and god is my sex scan
Oh-.

*
O, I am a sad sodden boy and I am
A dud boy who eats veins from cans
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 ghostly England
Ohm-.

Lady love is a losing lover and I
am exited when rivers kiss my sky
AHH-.

And all glad youth is torn away
And all sad flowers have withered away...

*
we get prickled by invidious semen; O, when faces float up very high
eyers, mined, give gasses to munitions as a bodifyer of mind-tribes
come hitting the lips of judas christs;
ohm, we get picky as the child in our minds get cuttering; and rites must
fellow mad willum with cocoa-bandanas
and bananas gets mashed while bled oranges shut manyanas

as sex-lipids swell, danglers for gal-dangers get stuck to grey deniers
and, dick-belled, babe-battlers son-hang chambers when defilers
get inverting hands and dead knees;
and bedded sand boys get rufflered;
O, messy rode pans get shrunken when greeny gashers heave
after grapes and plastic pears.

we get prickled by insidious vermin while all babbies use greed
to easily quake then suck milky breakdowns;

Raptured into feeling nothing, this vinegared summer spiels against the mind,
each kerranged sock of the wintered river, thameswardly eeling down to nil;
the brain is lost, deadened in its mute accord of feasance gone to zero,
bludgeoned into blue, coiled beneath ruin, rude as the sickler in the cellar's
eye.

Life sucketh long to make good, proving the occidental meadows endless;
so too, this cold world of wastrels under water, black as the sun, rapes
forever.

No man can claim to come without reaping hate from serial veins of bruising;
each earth we stun to know, tombwardly serried, martials the mind to nineveh,
proving the brown seal of womankind real as the blood in the face of dreams.
Left over, the human summons, sulphured over, reels away to reveal death,
pluming the depths of damselled reaping, towering high the skies of disapproval.

Christ never named the seas in wharving, hence the heart is oceaned dry,
dug in the drug of the green-eyed slug, whose endless slithing strangles fear.
Girl, why come back? The best you did was suffer for a snailish frightmare.
No more neon lightning here, just the coded cranes and the heroed towers,
no more breath for the flight of reason; no more truth, just helioed hatred.

*
while mastering false sex, a humbler under onan causes heights to crash
o, when cussing waltz-sex eats dance-blubbers then painted loud ash will
thread doctoring cigars with evil canker-clay;
and, abed for good, guitars get slain when cuckoo-cursers spite blue trash;

while mastering false pits, a turner of pinnace-cots set sail for vile cock-cash,
and doomy defilers will use ticks to adhere cool fleas to feline canine hills;
and i used to like the suns of God but suddenly my head fell down around
plumers of dead pretty peahens; and we must touchdown

and, oo, we have to have the games by heart: Lo, milkers of gallow-towns
get slippery across wipers of red brained sirened second helpings;
and, oo, we have the flames by heart: Lo, silkers under meadow-clowns
get bended across hot sweet bile; and we trace a gabby dizzy sea-town

and we use coded homes for magic illing horses
uh, ditties to mindless girl-medusas must cause causal dances to press
pusscats to polers of giddy nakedness,
and we will sustain our champagne births as we get popped by death

and an eerie ripper uses foam for flights; and whores
may well catch a rat aside a calamity
la la, we weep for de cap
la la, we sleep with de cat
la la, we heap brain-resins from diggers and bawd
..
cat-minded, holy horse-dogs must deface the four-ways
yeah, bat-grinded, easy hogs must deface evil doorways
yeah, fat-grinded, easy clogs must fracture heels and toes
uh, bridlers, blinded, heaven-strike ingenious pet-gladness.

*
weepies that feed teas to pixies will sodomise old rage
o, dreamies, fled, lead cockroaches under red cold age
la, weavers of sleeves stuff telephones with beds when slaves
appear deadened; and elvin pussy pie hereby gets deranged
by demonics and peasy cheesy applers;

hereby, near a sad flower, icers of pimplers get creepers
come wallowing in an international red pyre, and drinkers
interfuses mad sad benito and evil adolphs; and shrinkers
exit under deaths
o, meanies use drips to fragmentise a seascape where
diamate shifted inside shoes;

and crony collapsers gut lemons when ideal fathers scare
a filthy foreign street where pled roads play dirty; and hair
sunderise cruisy cacklered murdered chanticleer; O, air
cums guffing; and mad bad hitler huffed for musolini?

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

dad's words will fail me: o, as i lose my mind in a salt jungle
then droppers aside fleas get sunken under cunt-tied evils
O, and easy farrowers of fleas
appear laden with felllowers of scathed beliefs
O, as reapers of gallowers fish-fan a bark in relief

dad's words will must fail me: o, as i screw my mind with a
catcher of wide lies then i must use a plastic handstand to
prove, under spirals, that old men get kiss-proofed with
naked hearts that yield some smokes to kids with no lungs;
and we will have to mount a stair while we bleed to death: guns
shower asphalts with jointed hairs?

*
o we get murdered when using the telephones
la, we get sentenced to telephonic death
and, swiping engines, a baiter of grey radios
gets star-punishments
o, we get murdered when using the telephones

o we get murdered when watching dumb TVs
la, we appear rended by easy guns; O, VDs
get snipping boat-brides
and, loaded, dragglers, spied, come for lies
o, we get murdered when weeping
la, we get cut to bits while stroking a pup;

work-in-progress title: Hemmers of Doomy Gaft Deniers

first draft poem then poem-song

hemmers of doomy gaft deniers drive a golden pylon under-rain
o, when humming suet laughter appears force-led to ablute pain
then, once cowled, eyes respire
o, pickers of soap-slickers use marsh for mire when blue rain
gets revolving; and dissolving storm-arches use hens for fires

and we accuse sweety shakespearos of etching for lord gods
o, when gunning maskers get police-murdered
then, eased, a bummy bodice on a tree of purdahs use dogs
to sneekily rain down; and icen wasp-loves don hum-fevers

*
hemmers underwatered by sinkers will don dragons from
distance; O, a naked mind-sky uses ills for mons; and guns
shoot hooters with pinking wanky wool
la, where sacredness swoons, then daters of doll-hens stun
doomy rodeo ravens; and a picker of labia soften now

and we accuse sweety male yoyos of cutting old towns
deeply down
o, a lady in a crown appears warped from gold-sounds
and oldness, drowned, shoot a blue corpse when clouds
sunderise the ribbing mind-dead
and we slumberise ripplings till fawners die inside bed

*
hemmers under sapphire will body bent knees aside green waters
lo, the eaters of samphires spill lobbies across shippers in porters
o, hemmers, rumblered, will roddies to crisscross sweet peppers
and, once along a bad mill, boffins used de bluecross to centre
holy animals on a cosmos-stage

and we will accuse facers of shitting when eyeless cradle-rage
comes scuttering; O, gutterers inside buildings use god's age
to sea-confront a nude cage; and denyers swell when mentors
come crashing through an idiot scifi world
o, and we will use stasis to snail-couple mien with lost girls

*
we winkle after a bellying bed-toddy: o, when frowns fall
down, then mastics under head-lovies come using walls
with badly sun-masoned bell-dolls; and closed bats sprawl
east to west, when a cricket-pitch poses for kodak-drawl

o, we will accuse fat lappers to sip ole poppy saps and
where peasy peering diamonds cum huffing blood, tans
must emerald-anoint bullers of tongue
o, we winkle as dead folks cease to bath; and england
cums doctoring murders;

ahh, hemmers under evil benito-hitler will imprison us
upside a burnt mist where daublers thrill; and distrust
bed-blossoms; and dolphin men shape gaoling killers
ahh, we sprinkle as we cry

*
hemmers under papers come sirenising for father-flames
o, riddlers of thunder-strippers
get dragglered; and painters of lippers don mamas as
pepperers, eddy salted, dons pippers from lost grass
hah, jappers of zappers jack doners
hah, razors, dunned, sicken

o, we will accuse devils of sky-shaking daddy riches
o, we will abuse statues
o, we will accuse fablers of mind-baiting bitches
and, la la, when we ride then we use reaming wytches
of sucklers; and titty sex-silks will forever murder

lovely clean nannies; and granulisers, fevered, lynches
abortions; and swift monkeys get chimpy when leeches
come sucking blood from a main vein;
and, oo, derangers of dog-guns will snip a green train
and, oo, inflamers of dog-suns will yap for pain's
wonderful murder-flower

ahh, heapy hairless benito weds mad evil hitler when
salters of mushes, screwed, shed muds across gems

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.

*
woolers of whoof men get rendering buns from fed clothes
o, i exchanged daddy-dusts from city-bums
and, lacing, beery ginny ghosters get rimmed by zip-codes
and, car-crossed, binny sex-posters drag hags for toads

woolers of goof men get cock-horses across salt-robes
o, i exchanged mulers for peckers when giddy sweet crones
appear sunderised; and, oo, when gabblers sink scone then
hoopy hedon-hirers will ooze buns where lousy mictions

grow sexed bread urine; and where we shed wind then we
go itemising bruises with tawny sea-pears; and eaters, spent,
will pour pigeon waters along neon buppies; and red scents
forces evil incest children to supper on starved colognes

and a world of men seems speared; and dukers die for us
and a cockler of a dream is sphered
with diners for old cars; and daughters use tears to crush
aside body burners; and proctors dash fens from lusts

here are moany moronic daddies here whose headless bed
comes revolving like a false killer-bath
and, lo, where a manic mindist melts under craft then bed
will sunder drones with masks
o there are moany atomic dummies here whose waxed head
get shafted aside dollies
and a tweezy sneezer buddy gets led to huge hired brollies

*
nearby, there are clisters of pure wine and beer-money
o, where spent fur whispers, then a bed of pure money
comes clustering; and a vagrant under dregs use money
to fragmentise the hilly human shield where used money
gets chittering for green expensive honey;
and, oo, as weepers rule expanding hermes, blue family
will hereby moisten barks with extended herpes; and daffodils
come crashing for evening jonquils;

and, la, weepies come weeping when a milk-bedded mandril
gets shying boards across mictioners and painted eye-milks
and, la, deepeners, grunged, use Athena to silence pelts: Uh,
we will wash love's ruddy hands and
we will sink spoapy thumbs under missing woman-brands
and, oo, as cakers die
then a blader of forsakers thrums till totally numb; and
these ripened hearse we use slinks under rat-scans; and

hereby, jawed, there are clisters of pure brine and gin-money
o, where a spent cur glitters, then pursers in vines grab for
fascinators; and, lo, we used dilators to supervise dead wards
and, once across a mined mind,
eyers appeared delicate but proud, and, sopped, we roared
upon a spinney and a bald chain
Uh,- malcontents damn a droll-sky-drain
and pelters of edams spill a bol aside apes; and holy beasts
dance for all bees as fowl glow, just like a rainbow glows

and me and motherers grow in a kodak finger-jam: Crows
shut-up; and we wove decorous stella ginger to red loaves

Eh..

*
there are penuries near,- o, my gal's mammy uses camay
and a family freight nooses tears
la la, bed-bound misters screw eyes to spheres
and, once we rocked de clocks, we use heads for daddy
la la, head-drowned sisters spew botherers when mummy
dreams of dirt, death, sex and disease

and, while popped, a whale-blue bad stocking causes EEs
to force verse under bleeding mad tomato;
and easy briders, thundered, grab sad Pluto from trees
and, once beaded, feathery sea-scraps cause old bees
to swing as they sting babes to silent death

there are cemeteries here,- o, my wife's head hits breath
la la la, as miners use fear for oaths
then a nuclear mirror appears rended aside blind bulbs
and, ooo, stagging male blue balls use bins for skulls

Ah.

*
these are my mallard days where i entertain kings with dead mary
o, these are fay dullard days
and, once wolfed, me and felines appear swinged across family
and, once dulled, men and canines appear
sundered aside blowers and telephonic mind-graves
o, and timeless cabby showers cause hirelings to drag babby
across nine seas where all oceans end.

*
indenters whose emblasoners come hooting after fanny fires
will, screwed, don dommy daniel when a liver gets star-spired
o, where fasers flow to sense
then a bobbin cage gets winter-locked inside blue stellas pires
and, herpetic, granular mason bees get crushed along birds
and, schismatic, mascular leas get swept across dead nerves

hereby, mauled, a doctor to a lost heart must sunderise birds
hereby, pawed, a doctor to a crossed heart must fragment curd
and, basined, candy gold air gets snarled around baby-words when
a strickner, brandied, cuts soul-flares
directly in a sea of cavvies; and, o, as we wash for tares,
diddlers in blue tea get fiddling for gas and coalers,
and the fingers on a false watch stick a cock-caper up a clock

and the zion-sidlers of a picked crocks must render pony pot
as keen as the endlessly rocky mazer of daffodils and rose-rot
ah, we will weevil for sunken weebles
ah, we will seize bulls from shrunken sandals as plenuries
become laced with tripes and roaching denuding penitentiaries
and, wool-defaced, we ripen for rams and die, die, die

hereby, mauled, a proctor to a wagstaff clusters ole eyes from
partiers of dollies and tarty puss-brollies; and cool wet eardrums
get punching an suburban deafening blindness; and greyers cum
directly across a hired street where a killer-caravan will feed pies
to horse-ridden genius gypsy land; and pilers of thrills use spies
to demolish evil nazi children;
and eyers have hereby amazed me where vile phirosophies

spin and dance and spin till a radiophonical smile gets tied to
instantaneous magical karmic murders; Oh: i have died for truth.

No child near need come here to taste the razors of the crooked sun,
nor any gorgon grief come close to searing the sense of the feline moon;
life, christed red, dialling, telephones blood and finds light reeling,
so too, this coast of carded thought baits the stars to dig green ruin.
As much as man must strip animula, so this earth must rot for ever,
cording the oceans, coding the womb, slashing eyes from every amnion,
draggling the cored winter of surprise direct from the fists of babies.
Whored-in eternally, the meadow of knowing can only crush the lungs,
breaking the breads of truth, steeling zen crusts from the mouths of madness.
Macadamed in madam, fire shoots the tarred scent of loving over and over,
the funkey sensations of walled-in majesty, traversing the spatial void,
might, beneath night, stabbing the drum of man, shattering all clitoral dreams;
thus the world, thus the hedoned heavens, shaping snakes for serpent mire,
the amphetamine of pinpoint wisdom, raping the fruit, becoming cold.
....
*
we swam toward wet-rained summer laughter; O, a graveyard, numbered,
goes shuttling shied pear-cores aside biscuit-bins and leeches;
O, we crammed a dodgy tongue down musclers and sweet lead-beaches,
and, once scanned, a cool yet empty bank account gets hoodlumised
with casers of expensive coca; and a lesbotic mount moistens thunder
with local fotal dinnners; and weepers weep for silkies when fathers reach for
dizzy damsellers whose tasty baptismal mount aborra shoots a sex-ward

hereby, maimed, mammy sense gets cut by incesters; and acrid body-cords
loosen under denims and chino sparrows;
and, fastening, daddy sense gets cut by incenders; and acid body-boards
get scar-trodden; and a granite seizure fragments fangs when roller-birds
get marsh-sodden; and a phantastic grande killer gutters underneath
dukers of dames and candlered cradlered silky pissy heart-mind-meats.

and we swam toward wet-rained summer laughter; O, a trainyard, sundered,
grips to a keen widow whose slit-skeined brothers leap veils then cast
a suzerain slicked parade across shampy and sax and baby mandy; and tumblers
appear rended beside the nuked days that we made out dizzy town ride
and i espy coded rippler men
and i espy the king of hearts; and i sense an easy lose-all gem using gems
to serpentise a nodded heated bicycling canterbury grin
and this surbiton inside pleats gets blorting when a madam with nine chins
get greasing up for ladeners and snorted tart-fishers whose umbilicals spin

homelessly across a flower as a student of orchids leases heads to skinned
shout-shooters of bled towers and rancid gob; and we shoot blanks now?

17/11/2021

work-in-progress tiltle: Ideal Massive Lyon Sins
first draft poem then poem-song

ideal massive lyon sins get heart-mind waxed; O, as eyes cry by, a natural evil bed-child
appears soul-venomed; and a ghoster under ash will hereby shrill after mother-wiles
and, once instantly killed, a solid saviour of dining horse-hair
comes back homeward to find jellies under mouth-eatings; and hallowers fit smiles
inside dukedoms and earls on hired water

ideal massive tigron skin gets fart-minded; O, whence pies roll, a naked bone dials
bald stone and xmas-easter; O, whence cries roll, a nakedness of mien gets wild;
and we will see dreams lift forever because of the wild; and danglers under files
come huffing tasty diabetic bed-urines

and, once depipped, a piper of blue-ices gets puffed across patented canteens

*
ideal mastiff ligrons get bed-collapsed; O, mentalis uses a digital latrine
and, soaked, inky pets get petted forever; and catkin-cats use marinas
to sodomise the evil men who kill humans
and, once closed, a dippy horse will lend women to sweeties when dreams
come crying like the true moon

ideal mastiff pylons get head-dispatched; and diviners of healers will swoon
across all time and tide;
O, we will weep some milk-silkies where drammers cup tits with wives
and, la, la, i espied a chickener
oo, o-la, i saw a peeker inside fingers; and eyers led me to lost Ides

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

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

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

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

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

Uh, once across a bled mind, menkind caught a night-ship
Uh, once across a heart, mindless grimes got heads snipped

*
the eaters of dramatic vinegar haloes must rend a doctor of mind-meats
directly from gob; and sindlers of mallow
get spinneyed across Ram; and shelterers in barrows use heart-meats
to fornicate aside evening hands
la, eaters of dramatic head-killers use a city for a grin; and creeps
come crawling at mother mary's jesu-pleat; and mushy pole-deeps
season-drum for twelve billion percussive trees; and oveners, reaped,
must supper for blue knives and plastic dinner-spoons

there are all too many pissers charged with weeing when lost jeeps
will hereby get driven by death's writhing secret army; and keeps will
cause armlessness with high sex
O, once upon a mind, tired T Rex gets out from bells and thrills
all kind great poetry;
O, once upon a spine, i espy a dude-day that listens to dark hills,
and, la la, we use wine for eyes

the eaters of pricky stage dramaturgy gets cock-led to brides

the giddy gourami stink of a kissing lovebird hustles to a dead beat
la la, easy mad mummy drink
gets led to waste-wine; and a ginny shrink sunders mussels with meat
o-la, a tasty pastry smile uses rinks to cause loved skates
to render menkind swift as heart-thieves

and, oo, once along a mad mind, mad scenes seen in mines use
daddy freights for giddy bad times
and a mammy whore appears swined under swingers of green fused
genoas; and de green zions of de waterbead
come shivering

*
the fizzy gourami brink of kissing minnowers must rend tvs with sleep
la la, easy sad daddy lynxes use cat-accusers for lost men
and, oo, a burstive blue granary causes breaded bruisers to send sleep
to easy body-packs
and a kiddy foal-rack attracts bone to saps as a lily aside deep wheat
shave green ravens from public sex-wigs

the fizzy gouramis blink of a peeing wiveners must rend radio with a
coverlet of dirty porn casements
and a queasy whale-eye gets popped by ocean-pavements; O, cars
will cruise across titty silk
La, carded moss will use milks to render punishers cold as river-stars

*
the fizzy gouramic feeder of hipped feeds will drag dogs for waters
o, a dizzy moony mummy gets us wounded with embalmers where
cataclisms of eyers let old dust appear grounded
o, a lizard sky-dummy drops lust down treacles as brimstone hairs
come scattering stilled urine-life across Downs
and a dada on a city-lake appears crossed under bitten ear-hairs

cicada men whose old-faces come glittering where knives die
hereby, sperm-knotted, greet guns with opening shooted wives
o, a salted hen-city gets fallen under a lost town; and tribes will
once washed, will shape lids with rancid rods and cones;
and the gods in cells sweeten caged bees
and, once grained, weakeners, paved, fall from earth
and, once planed, wooded cunt-carpentry fall from birth

the fizzy gouramic feeder of dipped veg-feeds will define us
via dinny lifeless aimless dinner; and the mouths in forks cuss
directly aside blind maids and monking nan-nunneries;
and, o, once upon a dime, some green english pounds got lost
oo, we may well spend for foods when food make us cross
a bagger of a holy fast that leads masoners swiftly to gunneries
.
uh

these are our angled mind-angels who come winged as men fall
o, these odes holiness rhymes
appear rented to runes where a cuppa under tea-lime will thrall
o, once along a sad time, mad dukedoms used eyes for minds
and, la la, as we touch a dreary madam, then shakers of drawl
become instantly ashen;

and, lo, freakers whose touch worsens as short days die will
get fornicaters aside bone-sweat where a dirty dairy hill: La,
we will extend bionics to ME and the distrophies of de dead
and headening biotics will render ruiners from
old magenta neon lake-cities; and these hashing carkeys stir
blood-devolvers to snake-pities

Uh, once upon a mine in a distant county a revellers of air
tree-shapes some bleeded bivouacs of pureness; and, snared,
this side of green milks must cuff a simply bogey as, scared,
we render diamonds from duct-pus
and, oo, i espied a dead wig one day getting
dopped, and statues of bald pates gets porny caked

these are angled heart-seagulls that scavenge for rapes
o, me and madam macadam will lead lake-sea cold snapes
unto a cruel deaf sex-store;
and where gods invade blue fellahs then tidal lips will
hereby slam a clever head in a murderous city-door;
and spiked cunt lives forevermore

Uhh

*
Oo
on the feasts of unleavened
the only flesh eaten will be the flesh of children
bread cabinets burning on the limb of a brawl
the only saviours then will be the lords of time
and, on the feasts of unleavened,
and on the feasts of tendertethered mind,
a sea of elves and tender carib brine
the only fishes fate will stride sea spines
and i suck silk as players pee pled pined
skies and children
oo.

my mindbed is made and scissors slide
Homeward,
and me and Jehovah rape sexy spied men
and me and Mary's hemming skin
feeds fingerers to fuels and old chicken,
And, lived, a tree of tweezers elbows men
and sadness, scored, sleeps for children's
anal rasping rainbowed oxoed old men and
my baby feeds paints and
christ, sliced, leads leaveners to oddbinned
earwigs and a tree's taught Japaned
countrymead-
and worms weep where once wolves
widen,-

And ma mary makes Mules
and me and baby god are moulinex.

*
tented mindless knotted sperm-voices appear scented by blue rain
laah, endlessess, cotted, shoots up
and, once star-defined, muted baskets will extend dogs to spain
o, a lacy loomy dustcart gets shafted aside boners; and cups rain
down on an emptiness of blind cafe cremes
uh, me and demnotic memories will render dreams from memories,
and a blinder on a doctor-rise sinks steths under fascinated families

uh, tented trendless besotted cunt-voces appear scented under pain
uh, sentinels, dufflered, got clean when a cockney down the drain
cast fires down frog-sucking urban cock-buckets;
and, once pated, a dog-walking city giant oozes endless love
uh, tramplers on trampoline serenade pussy with a pusher-god
and, la la, we wander as we ride
and, la la, we slumber as death cries

o these are our massive mallard days that strip surgeons bare from
a dicker of gourdes and applered custards
and, once we go to sleep, then a daddy denier gets sweated from
a mummy tomb where seshers grasp horus from tut's eardrums
o, a gasser of grooms becomes leaden
o, a flasher, spooned, becomes laden with a mown moon
and, ah, i have espied aridness come carrying caves made old as doom

Eh?

*
on the feasts of unleavened
the only flesh eaten will be the flesh of Eden
bread-cabinets burning at the sides of a stall
the beds will churn as capes use drawl to
sex-extend ballets from chick-cakes and malls
and a naked faker
has to choke on newspapers
and a darter under blue pepper must use halls
to brick-in de boiling

the shadow of the dark gives rise to gyms
the haloes in the park give grinds to hymns
and a daddy miner
goes digging under gingers when a coda
collides with fazers then dies
O, a scissor aunt drizzles hands with eyes
O, a pincer plant fizzles after radio minds
and a daffy sailor
dons Noah's false dumb Ark

on the feasts of unleavened
the only flesh eaten will be the flesh of Eden
bread-hairnets, widened, come home to find
the emptiness of heroes and murders in mind
and a daisy commune, scarred to death,
will spin across signals
la la la, a trader under pickles cuts sex
adown

the gallows in the dark give rise to hangers
o the danglers in the park
get bike-strangled
and a common pulse uses fans for angels
and a diamond waltz fuses vans to tables
ahh, wide opal women use apple-fables
to rot till the death of flour
and weevillers bake bread-bowers
and wideners break bed-towellers

on the feasts of unleavened, bruisers
come serrying chokey cherries with fusers.

*
tamperers of fathered mausoleums become tied to murdered silence
la, fasteners of motherers get museums made old as a house of silence
la, emeralders of smotherers get picture-swum from easellers whose violence
became sundering by, across navellers of a hosy pony-donkey horse
and, jeering now, the matrial matrices of deaths get sweated under sauce

o, these are our massive mallard days when granite sex-virtues use Norse
to sunderise bladers with couplers; and when fanny-nests rides a horse
then steeders under mare-heads
will, once ridered, shamble after beaded bread-oats; and an easy corpse
will get fagging after rue morgues
o, these are our massive mallard days when marblers murder cold forced
delimiters of menfolks and forks

tamperers of smotherers must waylay distancers till trackling hearse course
directly across a tapered mind when grey clays get slutted and left to
star-dress a communal headpiece inside a false shop; Oh,- we van for truths
and we will have the active truths; and weevilers stop scrittlers when
headlessness swims forevermore..

uh..

*
18/11/2021.

work-in-progress title: Tamperers of Dilly Dobblered Eye-Daisies
first draft poem then poem-song

tamperers of dilly dobblered eye-daisies will sirenise brogues with suede paper
o, centralisers, silly, drag seas for aviaries
and, la, as mentors to slags come grinding, then a city under seas will splatter
eyries with blue eagle lust

tamperers, dunny, drink to cocoa-caves; and the nerves of the dead shatter
and, once snarled, shrinkers cum for slaves; and a bedded head uses butter
to toast-ignite flavas with kept dust

*
tamperers, lobbed, get godded with eye-veins; O, a daddy drummer will
scatter vaults across pecks; and a hot whiskey beer cums cunt when hills
get moon-led to lunar pets
o, vapirers, gobbed, get rodded; and, la la, once across a mind, grey gills
get stuck in a weird lake of drowned men

tamperers, cobbed, get budded; and the cryers inside gems will swill
liquifactions; and dolters of scudded bed-brands will cuss for dealers
and, once shot, we weave gide aside his choir-boys
o, temporas, overly spices, can not be eaten until treaters die for deniers

*
templers, distracted, will don evi holy crowns; and easers under failures
appear converted to drills
O, sky-tapers appear over-killed; and, once jammed, thunder-labia will
sermonise the arse of a ass-head; and diggers of rams get fucked: Uh, fields
must sodomise archways

and we get louse-led to dirty locusts as we ride a coked horse to pealed
mind-heart-body; and a radio ham gets slicing
across stereo barkers; and we appear dead as we lift the ceilings
O, star-capers get led to devillers
O, a fatal termite-triller comes shouting terminally

*
while kids use razors we will come to recognise the laps of tomorrow
o, when pigs get slaughtered, guns get shot from words
and, while fused, a bodier of suns comes huffing bird; and sorrow
appears linted by dove-tails and joints; and we weevilise for mallow
and we must, while failed, lead hands to points
o, while drakers of sails get dammed will curtainise beds with burrs

templers, intracted, will don evil crowns; O, a faker to a star-bird
will star-cauterise dillies when devil clowns sink a bald beer-curve
o, when the living dead use hens for seagulls, a rinker of a bed-curve
gets bended by lager-curs;
and we must sew meat-eaters to a curtain when families die out

lo, while kids use dummy ice, then a nataliser whose belly shouts
gets crunching salt apples in the guise of a brain; and odes to mouths
come city-slamming rebels; and barbler-men get murdered now

*
tampaxers, blood-naked, will surely sink a gob-rag deep down inside
la, sea-cradlers cause godded hillsides to slink across grey lies
o, as toddlers titter for blind toy-guides, a stinking heretic rides for dives
ah, mettlers, blathered, shit across ties that get hanged while pickled by
sheer unearthly bed-stains

lo, while pulley-pullovers get bird-palavered, and shelterers, veined,
slide slewers aside bent rovers; and cocaine-cola will use grey rain to
salt-slide the sun into the moon; and, oo, let folders get paper-burned
and still please, forever, use words for chews

*
Pall walls, or is it something close to recusance; something
close to subvention that makes my soul decry? To search for passion's
sentence is all & all love's presence: pall walls, or is it fury; more,
the devil in love's eye? Never finding thunder, just stalking after
ravens: setting no light to harvest, this song of ether reaps the poor:
lying backwards in a chamber, seeking moons in wells of night, the life I
lead is seldom waking, its breastmost way, a cloven spite.
Pall walls,

Birth, Zioning in the Dark, beneath the earth, like ded zephyrs from red
skies, Planet Birth comes flailing by: wailing under hammered sirens,
beneath the sun, the earth must fail: Planet Birth, Planet Birth, let no
gladness see birth wail.
In the tombyard, sundergrinding, abortive as the
Son of Love, Planet Birth, Planet Birth, Planet Birth, the boom of blood
drops here...

*
where red ghosts of Judas-Jesus get rolling along a dance hall, eyers
hissified, uses hosts for Mary-Josephs, and a sun to drawl uses fires
to lung-smithy dirtyers and schizophrenias
O, when a daddy moon accuses skin of laying human sows, deaths
get wretching; and, la la, daffy bruises seem playing then ship-wrecks
come stationing cartoners of rotted chips and gutter kitchens

when endless under sapphires will hereby render sex as real as pigeons
O, once upon a heart-time, I overheard statues shaping wise prisons
and, cap-topped, a mind-mine summer-swallows a nuclear bed-mission
and quiet kids will appear devolved to mumma
and mummas hush and coo until flavas get led to fathered cat-prisms

The dead detain the moaned

Whining of the scathed
Caves where darkness mills
The daughters of the spooled
Wheels of windmills struck
Against the dappled moors
Of the tilled allotments of
The cured and capered night:
The curses of the cured
Lap blood from the wounds
Of day - red petrol boils.

Stars swing from huge hell
As sadness raves inside
Fields of light: the xerox sun
Tides away the lightning of
The killed and tithes spurred
From out the storm of spurned
Meadows snap the crumbling
Outelbowed writhing of
Words and their sparred slaves.
Sent off the gardened soul
Of time, lives drown in wine.

Half-moons ingest the spits
Of faith: the weal of whips
Raps knuckles on the slack
Slowness of a brain formed
Fled: the rind-sheared land
Shapes cheese: pangyrics form
Upon the palls of rhyme.
We dilate the eyes of Christ
And glasses fill with light.
The flighted fusion of
Enamoured dying drowns.

The zero gene of love
Rots inside its bulb and then
The void (!!!???)….

there are terrifiers here who hiss as they cum; and, lo, hitlers aside brain-baggage
don fireless human dragons; and, ooo, when mums lunge then a bridal cabbage will
sermonis the dead: and, lanced, bodiers of men curtalise a blower under a hoax-hill
and, la la, as we deify sharpeners, a draker of mien fragments flowers with grey till

there are terrifiers here who piss as they cum; and, lo, himlers aside vain marriage
don eyeless women-flagons; and, oo, when guns fragmentise a dirt-brain, lovage
came scooting dwarfish denters under booze
and, la la, as we deify darkeners, then thunder-ooze will dream for city-shrubbage

half-moon will ingest the mouthers whose magical illumined nudes will thrill for a
man-neutering mess that feeds soldiered wanderers to silencers and closed cars
Ahh, once across a crisscrossing mental-wynd gave head to persons from dead Mars
i saw the eager murdered
come punching skinned hair; and, oo, when heaven grew cold, i espied coded cars
come crunching grapefruiters; and a shying spiralled raven becomes fed to rivers

there are terrifiers here who hiss as men thrum; and, lo, nazi sisters may well rummage
aside fire-forcers; and evil bummer boys whose naked foe came eating marriage will
hereby get shouldered;
and, uh, when moulderers, maimed, cell-telephone the mind-killed; and closed hills
appear lost in funnelling pappy time and space; and here there are some UFOs come
travelling fiercely up from the utmost centre of planet Earth
and, ahh, once we loosen our vinegar ties, we will notice that no-one has sad 'Hello'
ever.. and a dear candy baby bashes eyes with grey faces

Uh Uh Uh: weevilers whose scrittlers run dry will hereby use headpieces for mazes..

*
musclers, studded, extend suits
under bony british pain,
and, oo, once seen dead, a mutant face that love treads
wil smoke up then stain
all lusted thumb-drivers

couplers, stranded, idolise a routed bed; O, bed
rocks the cardial sleep-world
and, lashed by tasty sleep-girls,
we summon ashen wives from easy pearl-curls
and, la la, a station in ten waves
gets fed to trains as easy graves

feed pleb-glass.

*
once i saw a sad world made cheerful with tears
o once i observed the mad,
and, these dead days where asylums use spheres
must send laddies to closed cabs

once i saw a sad girl made cheerful by old fears,
and we observe the photograph
and we conserve a sea of masques
and, la la, eyers of shrillers must pay for

killer graphs

*
o, we extemporise a moonless sea
o, we rend chilled minds
and, car-loaded, rocketers with bees
use honeys for queeny wine
and a dumb dollar pays for timed
british money

o, we extemporise a moonlit tree
o, we send rivers to soft shows,
and an eater of fountains
will surrender cars to ole fountains

as easy sovereigns breakdown
then evil herons will seize de town
with vacant scissor-snips: crowns
abuse all seeds...

*
*
easy ashen body-birders come using a rhinal stretch for a mind-whore
o, flaxen baby-burners come using vaginal nets for a cardial woman
and, made mazy, damsellers who use hands for fists will fawn to wards
and, stir-crazied, warblers under shoes issue ladeners to physical bawds,
and, with oaters, sundering tumbled lovers use keen keys for memories
o, ashen flagon-turners use watchers for fathers when nuclear families
get atomised; and, uh, eyers hear now father god and his angel-remedies

and half-mooners appear scar-strangled by stoopers and ass-vinegars
and calvers of red tears appear Mars-mangled by dupers and sugarers of
a labile labile chain; and we will sodomise the arch dukes when painers gob
directly aside roman musclers whose even boys get fed to gems and fog
and, la la, we will extemporise dudes of Eden who must scrap lady Gods
uh, ashen wagon-burners use forceps for faces when idealisers snap clogs

oo, i have entertained dullard serious clowns; and all eyes will closedown?

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

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

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

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

*
when cowardly dummy dances seize dumb females from hearts and hats
we, sindling, sue mamma mary with dun suns
o, a litterer under cowardise sucks a pearled bum-bun as aged sea-cats
come slithering across a feline shroud that shapes deaths from wild rats
o, a gingerer under a slow kiss appears rented to pecks
o, a feedler of thunder crows for bliss when a coda cat sing till drowned;
La, figurations of lovers get crowded
La, constellations of budders get cum-shrouded,
and i have a silk-tray made riven with feinters of bruises and false towns

as calf-mooners appear star-angelled, a venal death in a blind world will
temple-trap cadaver skin aside arkers; and a vernal neck will stop hills
with painted body-beaver-thumbs;
and we appear stranded all sundays
and we must revere stranglings every single day;
and, oo, when we rock the dead then we must sirenise catty gal-blades
La La: we open up all rat-walls as we shake a lunar drive; and grey trades
cum hurting prides with dinners
and manx men inside cribs will supper after forks and ferine spoons: Uh

we will forever gag for a petrol-piss until meadowers crack-up: Ohhhhh

Uh.

FINITO!!

*
Copyright JDB 20/11/2021.

work-in-progress title: The Acid Neck of a Dirty Child
first draft poem then poem-song

the acid neck of a dirty child will get sapped while soapy; and a bath of wine
gets watery; O, as a feckless masoners don smiles then a scissor inside brine
must, onced wrecked, saunter unto a pinked sheard dial
O, acritudes, stashed, appear force-fed to flies and, oo, eyers dig loud smiles
with idiot illiterate porn-pushers

the acid neck of a dirty child will get snapped while dopey; and a bath of wine
seems empty; O, as a metalled driver uses mild wiles then a naked brawl of twine
gets stapled to diners
and, sss, eyers will heed blinded mercy where a statue rises up from pealers
and, ho, bitters of hills widen for memories

*
the acid neck of a dirty child will get zapped while ugly; and a raft of time
gets drained; O, as a fretless hill falls, then demanders of deadliness grind
butterflies to mothed dust
Ah, as focal foetus lusts after a keen early death while users of sweet mind
cause petroleum to sunderise a dream about death,
and a poker of pullers pierces coke and loosens ooze across lost sex

the acid neck of a dirty child will get trapped while easy; and a mask of time
gets veined; O, as a dying rill crawls, then dementers of madness don vines,
and the whole wild world seems strange
and the roller-coaster girls who play deranged get swinging from wynds
O, a loser whose heaping heart bleats with pain must don a daft drain;

*
we will forever remember the faces of the time; and watches under stereos
come teeming with Decembers; and a fatal mind will sunder heads to rodeos
hah, a mutation, dammed, rams a petaller whose love for flowers gets de shadows
come hooting after daffodils and cocoa-meadows
O, we will suffer smilers where a damager of de gallows must cause paint-works
to sodomise dirtying vandal-wards
and, once claimed, a kisser of bawds will come home to find a sea of parks
star-washing soft waves in spinal scores

we will forever remember the faces of the time; and watches sunder red heroes

*
the acid drivers of the feline fairies will forever sermonise the dead and gone
o, easy lovers will fragmentise babies
o, dizzy fathers will feed lilting lovelies; and a dreamer, mended, uses suns to
soften up; and a cradler of killers gets led to heart-mirrors
and, la la, sanders of cradlers cause heaven boys to trap kissers

the acid drivers of the feline bodies will forever fragmentise the dead and gone
o, easy feathers will stiffen evil men
o, giddy weather will murder chickens; and, oo, where we squark, guns move
daddy tears from sense to insanity
and, la la, we hiss after beds as we murder pinky punchy babe-paedophiles

and, uh, i believe that kids should escape forevermore.

*
the acid nests of bladderers will hereby get happily murdered; and fatal men
come slithering across missions; and, belied, mashy head-swervers use hens
to sodomise bells with prisons; and, denied, ashy bed-twirlers use odd men
to supper after bellers in prisms
O, acid sex-notes appear pinioned under baiters of eyes with no tears
O, acrid sex-notes appear minioned under rapiers of mines in bled fears

we will forever remember the dance of time; and watches sunder bevels
and, once upon a bad mind, the masts of time use seashores for lost devils

these acid nets of deaths, boat-billed, get happily murdered; and navel-men
get slackening when
heretic fluid children get evily dashed; and chidden birders will use old men
to sky-soften deaths with ribbons
and the vast face of deaths appear sliced aside a mad god;
and i am not a good man?

*
and oo how i long to breathe cake into my lungs
la la, oo, how now i heave for cake, o, how now
my indolent expression of a cake has to cut now
the weddings in blue bakers burning and yearning
and oo, how i long to breathe cake into my lungs
la la, wow, how now goes the clouds
la la, yeah, how flows the summer's shrouds
and i idealise along a naked bun which star-crowds
easy ribbony moneyed monkey guns
and, sssss, eyes turn inside de sun
and, sssss, minds burn up when a city of treason
swallows penny pentacles from testicual reasons

cicada shades shove scissors down the hose
oo dramatic vinegard graves piss across a rose
and a naked moon mum sharpens splitted clothes
and a nudist naked migraines
mess up for twisted daddies and schizoid stoves
and i have a table on top
and i caress a god-shop..

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

*
the paperers of naked news-pepper gets sundering
across sex and death;
o, leapers of fatal truths use nude-pippers to enmesh
beshrewers with navel-decks
lo, as feeder of pigs will sink sows aside boar-beds
and, once along a kid, stinkers will roar for false heads
oo, a nipper of nakedness pinches whores
directly across evil fatefulness

oo how i long to breathe cake into my lungs; La!
how now de lung-cake gets fed to gum; and cars get
easily tied to olers and acrid odd children; and rivers
come sliding bods across flacid boy-women
oo how i long to breathe cakes into my lungs; La!
how now de lung-bait gets fed to mums; and calves get
easily slanted when pigheads get planted

the paperers of naked news-peckers get writing for
corn-drivers whose meddle-picker get writhing for a
blonded door that cock-leads to a burnt kitchen's stored
rotted veggy-foods; and cackler men use eyes for whores
and, slotted, babby dudes will hereby fragment for bawds

La La La: a codicil to waters rend deaths then roar for a
chicken screen; and daughters to rent death drives a car
never again

*
the micklers of mad men come rimpling dads across ice
la, skittlers, stunned, seize guns
and, once upon a mod-mind, banglers get led to mice
o as godded rubble gets rubbished then cold grey mice
come ordering rats to flower
la, once upon a mass-mind, gagglers get fed to flour,
and, oo, where we dress for wine, then we use flour
to bake endlessly banished cake-powers; and eggers
appear stopped dead

oo, how i long to breathe cake into my lungs; La!
how now does the lung-cake size after gin-cars
oo, how now does miraculous funnels come riding for
candlers of hands and phantasms of gods and mad whores;
and, pinked, shallowers of coded head-gob
jacks my fathers with twixed eyes and salted natrons
oo, how i long to breathe cake into my lungs; La!

when we dress for murder, we dine for guns when Mars
gets sky-strangled by lunar ties and massive grey stars;
Ah, i can only trust that bagels and buns will kill scars
Ah, i will live for lovely cats
Ah, i will preen and kiss alley-rats..

and, as bitten ice flows high, we will notice just how
a daffy jonquil girl adheres rose-hip to sainted crowd
and, o, where limey liars set up a tip a painted cloud
must align ghosts with chasm-features;
and, sotted, gorgers with prison-mixtures will mind-shroud
a daffler of dufflers
with heart-blorted sufferers
o, a dazer, aborted, gives rise to dead live young
and, once in a dated crick, i strode a road of dung

when we dress for murder, we dine for guns when Mars
appears fed to lost space-time-travellers
La,- and timelessness, twined, gets shafted by riders who
have no field to clear till the mirrorers of eyes move clues
across a cruel fully bodied kitten god;
and vasty arty dead boys will sweep gobs from god-lubes

*
the weeping sunners of darksome deaths
cum robbing the rain of her wisdoms
and a cobblered sea-stain licks for guns
and a winky winkly radio killls trapped noise
la la, a rose in trees sheds a poppy cushion
la la, a crow under reeds wings into missions,
and the caddered ladder-men who deploy
endless funeral patterns
cum, here and now, where glistering boys
boom with the very best of false gardens
and, ah ha, i have seen the snowed men gone
daftly after dromes where aerial lungs
cum, here and now, where glittering toys
peer under kiddy masques,
then a bender of giddy casks sucks arse
and a lingerer of baby masks
shine along statues where cats in baths
shed blonded bloods across dog-casts
and, ooo, i will learn of death as i fast?
..
cantonments in porny leas have to
listen to cremators
and, led from wind, a cheeky nude
cracks the fates of this world
and a binary mettler whose roods
ram a funny chaser aground
hits to daffy lasers
and, O, a goofy tearer rips sound
from cagers of a naked spy
and, O, a dummy searer eats eyes
and a fotal facist faces into sky
and mental mien learns how to die...

the poker choker of our cherry room
cums today where powders split
mind-atoms and active vein-lit
dasher dunes of pactive cock-shits
and a damager of diallers rots lipped
baby liliput
and, o, as i slide to hot sleep then i
grind my pillows down to dust
O, a long gal in the sun issues pus
and a dodderer of bums cuts crusts
away, from stale lanterns and rusks

and, o-la, here goes de mirror man
and, oo-ha, here snows bright sand
and, ah-hah, here flows an island for
a miraculous trip to the dazzled poor
and, laa, as mentors to the mad score
ashen veins from needled teas
then we may gather up the teas when
reeling in the utmost East
....
*

the radios found in a midnight rave will suffer dunny gals
o, shacklers, drowned, use life for ills; and an easy gull uses
an ocean-rider for a carrion sea-bea
o, hacklers, drowned use minds for millers; and grey fuses
come shitting as a bed on a lashwide stair comes cutting leas
from phantastic river-heads

and, la, we have dragged all cities
and, la, we have snapped all babiers where idle skirt-pities
come chanting the menswear; and balders whose legs seize
hammers from mickies will hereby
fragment forevermore: and riders will serumise some peas
as, fed to peas and sugars, the rotators under guns use leads
to summon lunar cigars from easy beer-belchers

the focal sky inside cloned moons spread prats for lovers
O, as we force a mind to suck moons
then the whoredoms of don juan will supper after fingers
O, as force cheekers to moisten pups inside gingers will
scarper after blue-bursters
and, once fawked, me and madam dweeb will use hearsers
to summer-link an evil heated winter to fierce autumn flame

these poem fires transmit ochres when a dirty whore-name
comes showering piss with shitters whose unclean loo-game
get, once dished, shovelled where dummy weapons use pain
to hurt the livid dead
O, and a peerer who adorns a sneeky sex-peek will drain
easy hearters from lost rain
La La,- weepies, hazled cut spain from sex-sleep when

piggers of pumpkin wine loosen breaded grey children

*
And I don't remember when last a sunrise rose
Over the wits that spit me
Closer and closer to cooling prose
I heard there were books of Genesis
But i must have read them wrong
Holding a woman to ransome
For the follies of mankind's wand
And I don't remember when last I saw the sun
Don't remember when a woman last took me in her arms

And I don't remember when last a sunset sank
Over the wits that fester me
Closer and closer to Godless ranks
Cut of gas-tap carriages
Through which the whorld respires
I sit and sing in offices
Where daylight pales to fire.

And I don't remember when last i saw the sun
Don't remember when indifference last took me for a son.

*
poetry and science are much the same
the dichotomy is the void between?

*
FINITO.

*
Copyright 21/11/2021

work-in-progress title: These Milkers Whose Slain Squirt-Voices
first draft poem then poem-song

these milkers whose slain squirt-voices come sheltering dung under chains
will, spended, ooze pain from curt voces
and these mindless dudes whose cartilege cause messages will use veins to
vagurise a pool of flowers with stasis

these milkers whose stained skirt-choices come skeltering under trains
mus hereby fragmentise the utmost killers in the earth; and blind brains
get extemporising; and diners under millers get cuttlered
O, we weave from our dear tears then missions seen softening

blind raped head-healing rain

*
these silkers whose planted rose-faces come suffering after doll-dopes
must, rented, pull worms from rose-laces
o, a scatterer of gulls peck for carrion; O, weepers, maced, dig pokes
and these silkers whose painted eye-spaces will render ice from soaks

these riddlers whose slayers get too easy run rabbits through and soaps
entertained us while we utilised flexes for guns
la, we will star-extend distance to fixes when evil sons use ropes to
damage dogs with mind-careers

*
these kinkers whose windowers come peering out of glass flats will
sermonise drabblers with wideners
o, as faces flail, then riders of widowers must use old masks for thrills;
o, when we fail then we will shoulder red angst and blue pain

these kinkers whose spindlers come leering out of cat-mats will use
heretics for fathers; and, oo, where we drink doubt, a massive feud
may well chew upon overfed hot-lips; oo, we weep after mules
and, once pushed, guns on lost tips will send buds to dog-rules

*
these picklers of red diggers shed sex-sweat across porn-tables
o, old ripplers, dead, come shouting
la, gold strippers, spread, come shouting
o, old knickers, red, come routing pure fires
and, once bed-bound, a rider of killings use eyes for spires

these picklers of greyed countessas must abuses fires as
darkness sunders hands from love's cold measures: La!
when praying petters don blood then eagerly eating bars
must supper for hams and hoods
ah, as burstive bluebells drag wood then eyes will end

*
and olden pussy pushers hereby sink wooded teeth inside
a taInted long lady; and ashes use pies for ant-nests; O, wives
get jeering now; and lashes use eyes for sun-rests when wives
get widening; and a bloater in the trees comes searing kittens;
and, oo, when sacred felinity blesses holy dogs then sirens
must shoot a plain moon

as teemers marry troubadours, a fatalism aside peahend
once, dunged, coat disease inside red pictures: La
we have the fathered days by heart
we have the lathered days inside of us; and closed cars
appear shended
o, teemers sweat for red-mentalis when passioners send
trackers across venal candy parks;

and these eagerly beautiful animal arts must never end

*
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.

*
these eaglerly mind-maulings will confuse the hearts of Man
la, eagerly mazed, mind-drawlings will feed food to old Pan
and, o, whence frigid body-bursters must rend gods from sand

these eagerly awaited drams in baths come shivering, and
sandals, chopped, arise from beer-cans, and eaten england
comes softening closed suns

these easily burning sky-lungs come scattering lost islands
lo, and, once lopped, a sea of guns drowns bullets when mums
may well shake devils by the hands

as apers of halflings come too hard, then gorillas in ribbons
will source danger with blind blue cards, and poker gibbons
will get saved: O, meadowers cut silks when fields in missions
cause worms to fall from a fast tree; and devils burn

Up..

As I snuff

"out the candles of the corn, the meadows burn with infected wheat,
as a whole pot of pepper is tipped up in the tea and the dusk of denial
strips from my veins the blueness of the vain royal birds who flume
from tree to tree. I do not think that sex will talk with me. Or is
it more that, as Asmodean devils dabble with the scorn of this small
life, Christ may not return. For I have danced with the velvet shoots
of plants which drive from faith's ground the sounds of the shrubs
in their whorl. I have dwelt inside my head since born and my glans
is tantric and the kids I have sired are ghosts who cannot leave home.

The plates in this house are filled with ice. What might I say about
the women I have not known? They are are strangely strangled - killed
by their own vice for self-murder. Let me tell you about heart-ache
and the loss of love; and I have known too often the nephalim who
troll the cactii of my mien with foreign lip-gloss. There are girls
nearby who beg and mendications cannot seal this mind with anything
other than the space-alien. And what should I do except resolve my
soul to the cause of Capricorn and Cancer? My star-sign is derived
from its dissolution and in that dissolution lies the slaughtered
archer. There are real reasons why I shall not try to flee from the
skies of my birth-constellation. Midnight in December is a bad time
for slaves. For slaves are then enslaved to the saleswomen who delve
noise for its coins. I am an xmas hottentot?"

*
there are tawny dark labels here that adorn a shop-spoiled sky
o, under a blurred bark, fablers hereby don drag and kill spies
and, sundered, sharp tables adorn cabinets; and sawn heroes will
slenderise a wasp family
o, aside the dirt path, fablers hereby don shags then tear lost hills
beneath laden sculleries; and, sss, a parental stag runs red fields
across a silently flowing child memory

there are tawny dark labels here that adorn a cop-spoiled mind
o, under rooky rain, a softener of cats uses magic dogs for minds
and, once stained, a sunderiser of rats nooses gods to easy swine
o, a teemer whose acrid zit-potions gets zoomed under cosines
get succouring after some funeral tocsin bells
and a violator, shouldered, devise sex fungus from prison-bells

out the candlers in sweet corn, red meadows burn while cells
come shouting timeless sun-pluperfection; and needles swell
up, up, when builders of gun-persuasions get shot by sweet dells

oo, there are tawny dark labels here that adorn a shop-moiled sty;
oo, there are easy darkeners fading here where jewdrops heal eyes
oo, there are buzzy dark cables nearby
and, laa, where budgies kiss de queen's canary then grey skies
will come sundering in ten sweet seas

Uh Uh Uh.

*
World of destruction;
injected it from heroines: web word winter, sensed the sickness coming in:
set in gusset bleeding, like a madam madman burning; word of destruction,
word of madness spurning. Web word, dirt word - Dr. Dedly, hear my song:

dirt word, web word - Dr. Dedly, do some wrong: searching under oil
slicks, with master mucus moons away: web word, dirt word - Dr. Dedly,
hear me pray.

Syringe skin meserschmit, zero halo under skin; as we find
our Onan Christs, failing on, we demean: raping merkin maidens, with U.S.
Kings aside to all, web word, dirt word: Dr. Dedly, hear me fall.

Suffer?
Ever so, dead friend: suffer? why not greet the end; why not make it with
your ID; slit the sun & maim the squid? Why not maim Leviathan, why not
make the sea things come? Suffer? Ever so, dead friend: suffer? why not
greet the end?

Web word, dirt word, Dr. Dedly, hear my song: web word,
dirt word, Dr. Dedly, do some wrong: searching under oil slicks, with
master mucus moons away; web word, dirt word, Dr. Dedly, greet decay.

O-YAY!

*
outside, scum-lounged, eaters of shadow mermen become lodged under nests
outside, gun-found, eaters of shadowers will fish after swimmers in sweet crests
o, a vein of trees gets summery when a wintry sea in season chill the sun's hiss
and, once scrapped, a dirt family in wax appears surrendered

there are pigeons to talk to as there are wild squirrels to remember; O, lips kiss
a burgeoning city-raft
oo, a dangerous skirt-ditty gets bathed
and, once aside hurt, a ladener of lays comes shouting out aloud about graves

there are tawny dark marvels here that summon up killers from urban raves
and, la la, when mourny mentalisters hear gardens, then pullers of sweet trades
come sharpening doctors with dolters of hard-ons and pure slaves
and, uh, weepers will shed milk-weepies
and, uh, creepers will rend sex from hot herpes

outside, scum-lounged, flickers of meadow mad men become lodged under nets
outside, star-crowned, flickers of gallowers will fish for fists where fished nets
get sunken beneath bleeders of malllowers and mist; and devillers use grey pets
to centralise blue-burstive garlands
and i have overseen a family of thieves come rocking at hell's front-doors: sex
suppers after sweat-dreams

Uh, there are asylum-tendrils here that use a man-o-war in a blind city screen
Uh, there are biters of pencils where a titchy eye-skirt comes shooting beams
and, once veiled, a tensile pharoah factory must, hurt, drag buildings with hot
herpetic senile-mush; and a leader of refactories will stab ceilings
with heated forest-eyes
Uh, there are asylum-tendrils near that use a man-o-war in a dying lost dream
Uh, there are asylum-tendrils to be assaulted here as twelve oceans in stream
get plashy where birds writhe

and, oo, as messy heart-sex missiles appear trapped, then scudders in baths
will surely centralise the killers of mad smiles; O, when lifers use closed baths
to marsh-drown five woven impossible cities then breakers of mind-baths will
come shouting down the radio dark of roxy-rovers; and cakers eat lost hills

Uh.. here and utterly now, there is a family of bees falling; Eh? radio words
appear paid to a tall death where dramatic in beads use legs for blackbirds
Uh.. here and utterly now, there is a melody of seas falling,
and once inside a butterfly, skittlers will use mary to sunder god's callings;
and, oo, i sometimes think that mad bad father god is a hoax caller; O, rings
will, nearby, accuse old coded school-girls of praying for porny sea-skins
and, weevilised, i espied a screwed town

Ooo. once along a medical wood-cabinet, i studied death then died out.

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

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

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

work-in-progress title: These Are Our Hovel Days
1st draft poem then poem-song

these are our hovel days; o, these are our motel days
la la, when reapers of drays force rats to run, clays
come bleating;
and, lo, a mentor to evenings gets fed to lazy marmalade;
and, ah, once fed to lays, keen easy eaters kill green-braids

these are our hovel days; o, these are our mobile days
o-la, when repleters of strays get sunken then old days
come puking in the gravy dark
and hot ghosts drag for prism-parks
and, ah, these are our eagled days where sex barks

*
what with pussers made regal, a hounder to marks
appears fed to lightning
o, what with pissers made evil, a drowner's grey mast
appears fed to a mastered Venus;
and, la, we will weevilise de Thames as we use plasts
to sunderise bullet-barrier men

these are our hovel days when nighttimes never die
o, these are our hollow tides when times use eyes
and, lazed, blue repleters must use burstives for minds.

*
these are our hovel days; these are our shovel days
o, where masters slip, then ideal cars jack sweet trades
o, what with madams using clit, then bakers of drays
will sermonise the dying

these are our gutted towns where we tread mad water
la la, we will waltz as we drown
o, sex-fruit peddlers will don clowns when lovers
slenderise boats with sounds

and we must ram for ricks while candlers saunter
aside porn-headers; and softness uses mothers

*
the sylvan body-break that issues bone from gout
will, made dizzy, shake rats from blown tissues: O, shouts
appear rended as the dark of twinned suns
and, boned, glass gets pushed as hard barked-guns
redoubt for livers when heart-mind chokers use droughts
to extemporise leaf with ashes

the sylvan body-break that issues stone from mounts
will, thundered, use drapes for weebles when ice
gets packering for hot snows
o, sylvan baby-shakes cause goddess to live forever
o, silkers, gone aped, fuses bugs to evil dog-weather;
and, o-la, we may well chortle as thuribles die out

*
when renters of homelessness use beds for boards will
come car-chopping vans and fast heels
o, a painted pussy boy gets crashed; and odes to weals
get cunted; and, once fooled, purses under wodes will seal
easy xmas-easter minds in a capped vault where reels
get unravelling into hills

the sylvan body-mind break that renders rope from doubt
causes eaters of spines come routing robins with blorted
bum-city; and diviners of aces don brag as smokey mounts
get sindling directly across vents where pokers will
come mumbling in a sea-harness
o, we must somehow infect us all; and flu-fascinators

get layered; and drillers after coils must drill all papers

*
as a latent imbecile candle gutters for naked plenuries
then easy red weals yield a bummer to old factories
and, oo, as a bender of reels
gets sounded by a scissor-weal
then a buttered bisk cums shingling across red seals
o a latent cotton-deal goes ramming heads with reeds

as latent imbecile stables flicker then naked cavvies
cum scrying for massed meats and milks
and mammy wars shoot renal kisses dead; and
icen wasped wars scoot; and pricers of seasands
grow from vapid oceans
and, o, five hundred pythons send boys to potions,
and a flacid dip feels for pylons

a latent imbecile gets born all day
a parent to reels gets stormed by graves
and, heart-pissed, we supper for wifelings as trade
gets thrown from a high cliff
oo a parrot pun sprawls for margarines
oo a parrot gun shoots dolls with ten barrels
and weepers in a bald lift ride from robots when
cherry-cutters cauterise a lady with old women

blueness, bagged, bends night through plexiglass
greenness, stabbed, sends pints to oge-clasps
and a beery blonde boy
goes playing with his father's toys
ahh. A focal rage gets clasping around rafts
ahh. Bi-focal age gets blinded around masts
and we widen for ruins
and we cherish the dead
and we smoke till morning
and we listen to lost bread..

once across a crisscrossing lantern-moon, i overheard the midday sun
and i siren after blowers as infantile late-nights fuck hoax-callers
o, once across a crosser of a sun-moon uses beds for filthy guns: La,
o, once across a melder of mum-dunes get led to a fatal penis-path;
once across a crisscrossing, founted kickers must drag bad rivers for
a biddy sound whose painted pants failed to show,-
we sirenise petty fathers we must send shakers to bathroon wars
we petrify god's forests
and, la la, purifiers of gunrests taunt topplers with wrought masks as
we eagerly await, jammed, for a nuked lay where everyone uses

blueness, bragged, bends latent idiots aside a wakeful mind-scores
la, a damager of lost england will hereby stride some horse-shoes when
sisterly head-bed-abusers lead lashes to fries;
and, oo, when a dragon in bed ceases to blow fire then acid women
will never stop chomping and chewing;
and, once across a soul, i saw espiers of evenings using lost children
to succour doomed deniers with lost tits that squirt for mooings
and, under us, as soffits end, we must try to feed friends to ceilings

once across a crisscrossing lantern-moon, i overheard a midday sun
and i will paint my sex with darkness
and i will taint de dead with god's darkness; and dazzlers gets stunned;
and wiveners of cut breads shrill for pores when pocky cheekers cum
copious white food-stuffs with eyes and ears and blinded rear-deafnness

uh uh uh: weavers of old sweet mushrooms will hereby adore madness.

crunched aside a pink apple, i watch the sweet sky
spinning under gables
o a spunker in a jinxed chapel shoots aside wry
radios of stereo doctors Ah, a book of eyes
strangles the estranging mind & a cell of cradles
rocks a crapped cocker candle.

the spirallers of a cold wet raft sheds angels
& the birds of death fall to earth were maples
nick a naped Escariot from naked eye-nipples.
...
crunched under a pink table, we watched lies
swelling with faked worlds
& we lay down where eased pearls succour
donny drakes..

i arrive to snip a street of screens O, tides
roll in then rock out
& a dizzy son of shouts slash a lippy's cries.

the spirallers of cold wet mask dons drives
& rosed rogues raid death's writhed dives
& we run from out our sister blue skies..

*
while watching a pit of passion, i observed deniers out of heat
made garland-laden; o, when an evil killer in some wine uses sleep
to fragmentise easy dirty mind-riders:
La, a purple throat-brocade must whisper under dummy fevers
La, a petted boat-knife-trades appear rented to filthy house-scissors

o, de armpits of a dead-end pendulum gets losing heads to killers
and, gated, sweeties aside men must cut a swift tulip; o, pickers
will dagger across a carmine body-spray when granite strippers
cause all bloods and all bones to flail then shatter; o, mad truckers
must abuse lost roads with the dippy hospices and fatal fat lovers

while watching a lip of reason, i observed deniers out of sleep
made ribboned; o, a parent to denial force crap kids to weep will
fragmentise bled devils with buzzy bounce men who loosen mills with
even-painted, star-anointed by lazy hot hands
o, de farmed lips of the mad and crazy comes huffing old flowers

o, coded kodakers shoot fairy demons when cowerers use hours
to dilly-murder the hooted dairy sky-men who have no sex-powers
and, bonced, a bleeded bouncer gets sent to dudes who sea-scour
blathered red granite statues; and, oo, as renters rile musks then flour
must hereby, shot, get bulleted from cakes as gold mines scream

while watching a pit of passion, i observed deniers out of heat
fanny-sharing raveners with bullies and harlot-staplers; and meats
come way back homeward where a bubble-booker uses dowers to reap
mandrins from sallowers and babby blares

*
a hidden chemic pulse rides mind-saddled
o forbidden cults
cry for holy taxidermy
and the weepy eye of a feline sky uses salts
to dramify freaks with family

a hideous radio showers birds with noise
o star-riven pulps
scry for fotal face-grubs
and a daffy dum-dum shoots clouds dead.

a rider of soft rain seasons crows with bread
o-la, as wakers of the mind
mill-mason a bricky from a dance must shed
sweetening semen-seeds across
damagers of doctors and crisscuttings

the labile faces of a fast soul wed for beddings
the fatal faces of a vast doll
gets raped aside gourdes where eaten gulls
clasp to a blind nut

as we weave for wastrels then we use gut
to fasten daddy burners to a city of cuts
and, oo, ten zillion vaults hiss for gutters
and, la la, twelve easy colts
cum crashing through love's openers.

*oo lazy lady monsoon must suffer for wind-wynds; O, queasy natrons
desert baby; and a ladener of lovers scores a mind; and sweet nations
will surrender bowels to elbowers
oo lazy father dragoon must sever wars for tines when combed killer
come caressing buds with widowers
and, la la, i have arrived for keen genoa and the lightning in a waterbead
oo, these are our mallard days
oo, these are our bakewell night-maze; and, pendant, vines in reeds must
sugarise carminity with baiters of de old days
and, dune-defined, kidders use papers for slicing graves under sea-rust

we have extemporised Leda with her Zeus-swan: Uh, where soft cusps
come scarring we will see rise from neon rain the son of christ's blue Lud
and, oo, when human ticks and fleas cast pain across lakes and sweet blood
then a push me pull you horrid jumper
appears scented with mud; and we weep for juniper as we scream for Gods
la la, extenders of pig-cud force pigs to become indolently human when suds
will come to abuse a bad mad boy whose endless ways are falling
rankly apart; and we will see arise the parted prats of a party darling

*
I never knew the sun of
Simeon, I never felt the world inside my words: truth is all darkness, an
artless state of sentience: a nightbird in purdah, my soul denies its
verve, suffers under murder & buckles into sadness, leprous as a sinner
whose senses curve.
Pall walls around me seek to find security: locked in
a cage, the bird within me sings: inveigal my territory as if it were
sanity, strike at my history, sever my wings.
As if I ever knew the
gunshine of moving, as if I ever knew the bullet laid bare: as if I ever
knew the riflers at my pocket: seldom knowing any, no God on high answers
my prayers.
Pall walls, or is it something close to recusance; something
close to subvention that makes my soul decry? To search for passion's
sentence is all & all love's presence: pall walls, or is it fury; more,
the devil in love's eye? Never finding thunder, just stalking after
ravens: setting no light to harvest, this song of ether reaps the poor:
lying backwards in a chamber, seeking moons in wells of night, the life I
lead is seldom waking, its breastmost way, a cloven spite.
Pall walls,
endless under prism; a prison of spectral torture, the gaoler's hands
decree: sermoned under lightning, struck dumb by passion's raping,
entombed in endless blackness, this man of bone receives.
Pall walls
around me seek to find security: locked inside a cage, the bird within me
sings: inveigal my territory, strike down my destiny; let go the spires
that music might win.

*
whence mushrooms and bath-buns cause buses to drive
due north-north-south, a helterskelter under cuspids rides
across one zillion painted tides where a horse at sea guides
aside bullets of salt pain
o, as men cruise high, we will make-up skirts from wide sky
and, ladening, where doll-eyes cross, a terminal tumour-wife
becomes baited with renal sores

whence mushrooms and creamed buns force grapes to splice
deniers from shooters of purile recreations.Oh,
delvers of spine use pooters to fragmentise men with gold spice
and, oo, winklers infused with scratchers will
self-sodomise ratters with bound teeth and aged eye-drills
and, la, we wolf down ribs
and, ah, we devour pig; and cochleas feed rinds to dripped
mind-deafeners and lazy mamma marmalades.

25/11/2021.

work-in-progress title: While Horrid Torrid Killers Get Fiercely Overkilled
first draft poem then poem-song

while horrid torrid killers get fiercely overkilled, a marksman at sea must
come skittling florid tickers
o, a sovereign to a cardial pictures must drag dills for fascinated moon-dust
la la, a scissor in a high ceiling will hereby fall
from a blown earth

while flashers, birthed, expose winglers to drawls, then statues in snipers
use gunners for heart-held bald munitions;
and, oo, once along darts, easy farters get sky-shended
and, once withering, barks, floatered, drop driftwood along winters
uh

*
easers of bone-bleeders will snap a nut now: handlers under feathers,
twirled, must scrap cuts where a fathering town
comes city-hooting
o, easers of boned dreamers come
deeply home; and, oo, a case in a gun gets shouting
and, grave-shared, oozers under old lungs gets drowning

while flashers, in fished pecks, come using eyes for killings
o, eveners of skin get perted
o, riders of winds appear scattering ears across buildings;
and, wasted, while fed tears use teas for de cross must weather

and leave deaths standing; and i espied glass as i saw pleasure

*
while eateries go stale a missioner whose eye-pelts use fever
will, herded, sell edible nails
o, we will swell where cellars used veils for pinching scissors
and, crouched, dells sunder sex-dudes
and, mouthed, cells under sexers will fragmentise old sleuths

while eateries go stale a muscler in broods uses bruised tools,
and i must use crows to render winds as dead as cold fools
o, we will swell for piggers
o, we will wed wees in mirrors and shed some lippers for
openers of cats and monkeys; and evenings sent to war

must die out

*
there are dragooners all too near for us: O, dead fisheries become killed
o, as fatalisers use malls for tears
then, poked, a beller of cauls gets rancid while birthing rocked tears
get flowing from a baby's mouth;
and, oo, we will expand baby where holy children use cots for ills

there are dragooners all too dear for us; O, dead families become filled
oo, and dirtiers whose plangentness sound pus must suck the fields
oo, as streets appear too filthy, then rotators in muck uses yields
to use love's quietus for memory; and pickers of ducks will
sell deniers to fasted asian poetry;

and eaters of plasted poet-trees will chomp fast foods till drills
come sickening; and masted solus-needs must die for fast hills

*
made dead as the living, we must perhaps listen to a broken pal;
o, we will paint the writhing when saps must dig for coded gals
and eaters of masted poetry-trees will fall for bees when molls
get star-grounded

there are dragooners all too safe for us; O, when town-dolls
come shedding female malls a faceless user must sap dolls of
easy mad digitalis and maddening mentalis
and, when dead, we will surely see rise mad kids and fists

bed-made, kitchens use stoves for teas; O, coffee-mists will
come fragmentising all fueds and all seed; O, toffee-picks will
utilise denters of drawlers; and, walled, we weep for blue tits
and the sun appears mirrored thru a glass darkly; O, hills will

hereby render purple thumbs from snake-stall; Ahh, eyes fill
up, up, up where saline tear-topers cause salters lost heels

uh
as
*

clotted Zen must rot sleep
cottage mien must stop sleep
rotated sea-lust will summon cake from baked vines
and a dangerous woman
will find a daffy mind
and a goofy sad mind grows for glass when crime
cums whistling at death's wards;
and we shall own the sleep of sin
and we will batter wheat where eyes of pure skin
supper for the husbands and wives of a blue mood
.
the systemiers of eager fallow-blood
raps for death's mistress; and fellowers of gob
swishes lunar cables around cottaged pee-pods
and a swooner of a shitter
cuts a bad tooth in a commercial mirror
and, la la, pealers of defilement crashes for a
waller of bed-bends

pulleyed blast-boys send laces downstream where
a lily white phantom creeps down neon hairs
and a pubic mace molds disease from blood-pears
and, ooo, a sorrower of cold peas
sinks a lunchy knife deeply down where venirs
shingle-sunder
a deadly knoll of casks that seeps under tears
and a bonded bled past
serries after chokering felinity; and ship-baths
dream about death's past
...
the eager guns of a dumb child shoot de sun
and, made from eardrums,
anvillers hammer stapes where cocker-lungs
lead deafening apes to huge hired waters.

*
as we fade from sleep, then we will supper after spastic spoons
o, as we spread lost meat, then we will sucker after fed cocoons
la la, we must rent lost sleep to old hills;
and, feinted, we will eat sheep and use flamingos for cartoons
o, as we fade, then loony dream-casters will use hands for five dunes,
and, la la, as ashen boomy bed-plasterers use sand, then slept rooms
get shovelled down fast treason

as we fade from sleep, then we will supper after spastic wombs
o, when guys die out, then we will surely suffer for plastic wounds;
and, la la, we will come sending wet hills across daddy's tomb
and, painted, as stella factories thrill, we see a weird mumma's croon
come skeltering baiters with lost mills

the eager guns of a sad son appear wardened under blue brooms
and, deadening now, weepers weep for carved finger when tunes
come sundering across rapine giddy bad gals; and love uses daughters
to come crashing through god's dog
and, oo, as we cast phlegm under loss then we will use samson's doctors
for swearing blind for evil racists found aside scum body-billstickers.

*
there are evil covers upon my bed
o there are petrol fingers inside my head; and, la, when we toast bread
we will surely have to find the pigeon dead
and, lammed, as men move, eyers may well shrink across red-beds
o there are detox fingers inside god's head; and, la, as we cut breasts
then, lammered, surely now a honeyer of led-ded cars
will appear on a peppermint shore
and i will see the dead as they come live
and i will read in bed as sleepy statues cause heads to rid sweet lies
from scabby media slander-libel lives

eager guns of a mad son appear washing across dirtiers of lost wives
o, easterly arising crossed sons get crashing way up high inside knives
and, oated, impassioned berries get fed to cherry daisies; and eyes
must get crisscrossed across ferries
o, eastern xmas-chapels will come rocking duffies as closing skies
come coupling cats with sweet mary

there are pullers of bellropes here that form faweners to dad-dives
and, oo, i have learned of ropes
and, oo, i have danced for popes; and, uh, when dogs drive
then a caterwaul of scores will come shooting up, up, O, lives
get crisscrossing for daubed hills
and, where once daffy gulls thrilled, then a shaper of Mars dies
entirely out and faraway

eager guns of a mad son appear washing across dirtuers of bread-jive
O, we come serenaded as we sear looseners; and loss inside twixed tides
will, once boned, go bouncing from a hearse-purse
O, we will crucify the lovage of women till litterers use a dog-horse
O, we will hereby murder all animal killers
O,we will hereby sodomise all cracked mirrors; and we will force
a candifier of a cocoa-man aside rivers where a shriller under sauce
comes shouting toffee crap

Uh, while dripplers gut false tithes, a stationary bible-plane snaps
under bells; O, as delvers use tribes, a missionary god-skein snaps
Uh, while droppers cut coarse knights, a kisser of curatives snaps
la la,- we will get vanned by suds where a cursing cupidity snaps
Uh, a doctor of cancans rides for prayers
Oh, a drifter of a feline fan causes van-sneers to cut skies down
and, when we sweat, venal porches get bastardised; and Downs
will somehow appear guilty as voices; and, oo, a mental wasteground
will forever slide a skipper under a blown tree that gets drowned

Eh?- when we perhaps dig for muled gold then itemed cities
will cause a forester to swig curled gall; and, oo, we use cities
Eh?- when we perhaps stick a pussy piece up scrawl then cities
will become endevilled with a fanny fleece; and a peeing laddy must
sirenise dolters with cudgellers
Eh?- eyes may well turn in

Uh? the utterances of lyon-folks will hiss after weeing gold-ice
Uh? the mutedness of zion-folks will kiss after god's sweet device
and, once layered, eyers will seize hills
and, once stretchered, eyes will buy dills from balded batter-bytes
Uh? the utterances of tigron-throats get filled with all love's rills
Uh? i will mutate when i grow
Oh, i will commiserate the shrouds that crow; and easy sweet-mites
come shelving ticks with blood-fleas
and, oozing, blood-trees come sharpening drapes with soft slowed
body-shows

and the eagle-dead will scatter slut-strewn roads where bled toads
gets muscle-bred; and, drilled, sufferers of codes must see all roads
come to endless nothing; O: a bad bed uses ice for clogs and colds
uhh...there are evil covers on my bled bed when systemisers roll gold
beneath limbs and broken human sewers; and a massive soul
comes swallowing wideners of ghostly screwers; and i will use gold
to sermonise easy rock-n-soul;
and a wild wide world seems mummed
and a child of a mad world appears bummed by pleasure-folds
and i espied myself wicked self cum stroking trials with moles

Eh- can i tell you now about self-sex and her indolent cross?
with these lost gullet-words i tell you now that christ got lost when
crucifying apple-nets got made caesar from monto sweet lives: La!
when summery winter-woven sun-snow turns rabbits into urine, gents
will hereby carry cufflers across gun-rogues
Eh?- i shall pelt dusts with moss where a shriller found in loaves
cums pussled with daughters of pure demure artificial bed-lobes

La?

*
uhh

*
IN THE beating stars, when the tongue trims
Grave nature’s beard with stillness-
When the mumbling night
Moves her wan fingers
Across the pelt
Of parapet-pyres,
Long hands upon the beach
Reach for me
Exploring the face of seconds,
Rolling
Across the tablet,
The frigid fabric
Of the friction heart;
And I, a glass of crocus fever,
Thrust
From bulb to water-clock,
May lace the loom
With fasts for light,
And shake the air
Thru wealing rites,
That bleeds
Towards
The bier…

My skin is mud tonight, and i
Fear all nature of miracles;
Even though the violets plot
Athwart the bottles of time
Spinning the road
To the cankered tulip;
From the treacherous rose;
And sewing my lips to the sun – o!

The violets are plotting an entry, cleaving
The sudded kiss of endings, digesting
Seasons of lungs and bells
And I, a glass of crocus fever,
Thrust
From bulb to water-clock,
Am left to lace
The loom with fasts,
And shake the air
With reeling laughs
That bleed
Towards
The pier…

*
A trickling tiger rides
sex-fur where fingered hides
suck cries
and, liced, a sea of bees blinds blonde brides
and, holed, moist stinging grooms grasp
gummy seahives
o-

a salty saviour saves walling waves
and sexy sailors suck gills as wet lays
end end
upsidedown
o

a tree teeters as leaves scream, and lost graves
slide down a town
and bummy bodies break towns
and men and loaves cut crusts as sexy ground
fails
..
This townsman slices weathercocks
and, eyed, a sea of swelled bells rocks
veils
o- a bee in a boot breaks, and sex rots
ah-..
cuttlefishes capture cots as bad brains ride
whores and snot
and she and mumma loved men not?

*
good poetry and keen science are very much the same:
the cruel svelte Void is the majestic dichotomy between.
and we will learn about stella boys and their gentle flame
and we shall study dobut
o, a mission to sigma will burn hype as spatial droughts
get family-fed to droppers of wipes and babby mouths

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 eyed trees

amen....

*
FINITO.

27/11/2021.

work-in-progress title: fishermen of curved seamen will hereby shoot de moon
1st draft poem then poem-song

fishermen of curved seamen will hereby shoot de moon
o, spastic gods, swerved, must hereby use a lost cocoon,
and, sky-leaden, a history of lusts will show sex-cartoons

fishermen of cured seamen will hereby shoot glass-rooms
o, mastic bods, bored, use eyes for letter-boxes
and, once lost, heapers of fish will weep for foxes

wizeners, once rolled, get gutted when radio-voxes
appear fragmented; and evil slitted men will use voces
to extemporise men with sugary evil feet; Hah..

*
fishermen of curvy sea women will hereby shoot de moon
o, mastiff gods will fragmentise while weepers, stopped,
will swoon across hills
ah, fishermen of pervy sea women will hereby shoot tunes
and, o-la, while faces swerve then bedclothes under nerves
must supper for a dirty fork and a waxed dead spoon

fishermen of easy bee women will hereby shoot cast tombs
o, massive dogs will get shot while a daddy under wounds
must suck to a beaten drill
and, sss, a naked fuhrer will thrill up with dead-eyes: rills
come shovelling fat corn

*
wizeners, widened, use veils for wide opened reasons
lo, feeders, sirened, use sails for prides
and, once rocked, easy saviours use ice for lives when
a primer of pussy-phlegm gets used by cave-christs
o, a waxing widower will sermonise gulls with women
and, rocketed, wivers to ills must
come toppling; O, a father shaped from husks rend men
from eaten golden eyes

la, fishermen of curvy curtsies will drag lakes for minds;
and doomy deniers, sea-drowned, will suck for wynds
and, once trod, we will bee-sound illers with lost skies
oo, a paroxysm of duned clowns wil use ice for ladies
oo, a peddler of mooners must resound after babies

uhh we will sing for swift hair as we comb defilers

*
these are our kingfisher days where we entertain drivers
o, these are god's mind-fondler and drivers of lovers
come sundering in a sugar-harness
o, me and madam sin gets roped to varnish: O, budders
appear scented by flues and flexes

la, fishermen of mermaids get masoned underwaters
la, kissermen whose cold razors shave death's daughters
must, while crushed, drag diamonds for easy porters
o, a maidener, musked, rags after mortars when senses
get flagging: And, once across feathers, a dummy princess
gets to control almost anything

and these are our kingfisher days where life's speaker
appears doom-denoted with shroud-bells and reapers

*
the folly fishers of idle mitchers will hereby sodomise de river Thames
o, easy killers, sliced, rend pictures from lost minds
o, dizzy eaters, diced, send red features to filmed wives
and, sss, as dazzy damsellers use retinols for mansions: o, old men
get glistering under blood-brains where decomposers graft women
across desiring stink-pinked deniers; and we will weep as semen
comes death-droning upon perms where wind ends

la, here are our mallard days: here are the searing specs of friends
uh, a miraculous moon-smile gets fed to buildings, odes to men
must become cutted with cum-cloakers;
la, here are our mallard days: here, very nearby, killers of coaxers
get slumbering in a luminous toy-penis
la, kinkerers within talk about beasts and our masted mass Venus

the folly fishereries of fat kids and thin hens will get fed to floaters
o, once upon a mind in a swift space, folly fishers of grey snickers
come angrily angelling after flowers; and a curtal god dons knickers

these are our mallard days
these are love's laden tea-trays that lend teary talkers
to buddy broom-handles
la la, friggers, duned, bed angled angels when drivers
come sweating skate-optics

oo, a rented bathroom appears cleared of soap
oo, scented cunt-room appears seared of soffits;
and as easy mind-sockets seem speared from dope
then sandals must render bedposts as dead as rope

these are out mallard days; O, these are naked rosehips
and, la la, a laden lolly lever comes spending lost ships
aside bone where kiddy drink stone; and ogled tits get
sundering by: And bloody trinkets use flays for debt

Uh, puckerers of spurters sink bulbs into flowers as necks
get bended to a plastic hide
Uh, renters of carpers get spied aside cravers of tides
and, oo, here the rocks are fairly idle
and, oo, here drowned clocks do not tell the time: Ah!
eyers of denoted crowns come suckering waved birds

aside body-bone, we will treat sleep with stirrers where
mastiffers leap from a sold eye-chair; and swollen hair
will hereby use a domed mole to sink rats under curd
and, ohm, i see arise from skinners
the rapine mutilator of sons; and fathers to killers
come colliding deaf head-dominators; and mirrors
come securing sweeties to candy wrens; and, oh, i

must extend a fast vault to a new day where blue eyes
get sorted from masquerades by bruisers of camera-brides
Ah, a seated squatter under wives will assume sex then ride
directly across a dust-bowl
and we will use a holy punch-bowl
and we will fuse crammers to cunt-drawls; Ah, sex dies

and true sex is out there all alone; and visitors to cold

drop dead.

we get pickling peddlers when a pretty disabled curt skirt
comes shouting after chafers
o, we appear painted by bakers as we ride aside butchers
and, deloused, a feline pram gets buggied when scissors
get a filthy sandman to naked nukers of chisels and Leda

we get pickling meddlers when a fairy fascist gets hurt
and, oo, i will dismember december when fast dirt seems
made ragged by dead boys and fishwives
o, we appear feinted now; and a driver of scribes will
delve for tears; o, rented somehow, fingers use tills
to salt-castrate easy wars with milkers of easy ills

we get pickling peddlers when a pretty wheelchair spurt
comes shouting out for father hitler
and, bounced, a feather under killers causes paint to squirt
impassable canvas-milks across pines and sailors
o, a fascinator of damsask loss rides for sand; and saviours
will ride from country rest

to adjoin cavvy cries with muters of self-sex; Eh??!!

*
hocus pocus heebeejeebees raise a sun from a
coupler of distant baby days; and a night in Mars
sends copious pigs to sleep;
and, lo, as we arise from graves then body heat
will herd our words with naked cars
and, closed, a canny bird shuts lids under stars

tardy teeny trapezing cats mowl as hounds snap
and we weed for wise crap as we cradle
nappers inside eyes which shine like an angel
and a tidal knife stabs lip
and a table-christ heals lips; and, O, we cradled
daddy in mind-arms

hocus pocus heebeejeebees raise a sun from a
distant daffy star; and awakeners to blurredness
bed-bombs brutal rivers with
jeery jeepy wanker fillers of pavements and pigs

o a listener to doom denial marries sexers to kids

*
the arrivals of sad men cry for nuts that crack
inside candle-thighs and the red slut that craps
aside laps, en-anus bodiers with shufflered nap
and the eyes of the rain weep for wailing cats

o hocus locusts scatter corn when ginger-gaps
carry dolters of laughter when a bed of slats
sucks a doner meal down from lip-cut rats and
idiotic loony liars cut dirt meats from islands

the arrivals of sad men cry for nuts that crack
aside cradle-heists and children under cloud-cack;
will most certainly prise howlers from shroud-sacs
and a bobber of a mind loosens guns from macs.

ooo shouters of de cock roar along city-hacks
.
*
issuers of mermen drag dewy dells for cities; and, o, spy-drivers
come accidentally home
o, tissuers of mad wrens cause death in pities; and masted lovers
appear will-fed to drones

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

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

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

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

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

Uh Uh Uh.

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

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

and townsmen trip for hot
mush and neon pities
agh

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

and Isis hears god slide
Adown-
and babies break brides
and cartoons end in
pissing sounded sinned
windwipers
..
*
as grass smells then killed ice
feeds veins to life
and, o, as a sea of lovers leaps nice
razors, then Jesus Christ signs
rivers, and faces smell of sliced
old herons

and, priested, a tree of dead light
burns, and eyes shine for bright
asylums
and my bed is breeding lanterns
ahh

as grass smells of slowed cars
then engines stink of red stars
and my lady leaps for Lazarus
and me and baby hear Oedipus
end, and
townsmen trip for sex-sand
ahh

and eyelids suck sleep from
Peter and god's elderly drum
o

*
o i must extend a rosy hand to a sad new day
o lords of mad mien must stellarise a tree of graves
and, once plowed, a sycamore wide wood uses clay
to bury horsed cherries under a blorter; and dead praise
will sink a beller of berries under tauteners

o i must extend a rosy hand to a mad rude play
o acid rusts will use cakes for russets when cold killers
appear winter-woven
uh, a melter in a blue porn-oven will murder lickers
and, caused to swim, a head of onion will surrender

o i must extend a rosy fan to a mad rude play where
hoopers of dead hens digs death in the pig-pen: Air is
forever sent to gold lenses: Hair is forever sent to piss
and commanders of soft rinses
come shuddering in a sea harness

and i espy a dizzy leviathan shaped from Abaddon
and i will willigly drive gold members to abandonment
O, a shiverer whose live soul shrieks for vodox-scents
must come deep aside a sea of rawls

*
O
When once pools of fear fade, then red raised garlands
Seal sex within
Deep and passionate love wynds
And the guilty dizzy wives of keen gold minds
Meld milky ash with grey gods and blued salt skin
Ssss
Ashes under rashes call for god’s lost names
,., flashes under hashes smoke for christ’s surnames
But burning bled embers
Ignite beds and killers
And we intend to stand inside a false town,
And, lo, we attend false lands as blue green sea clowns
Curry carried wheels
Zzzzz
Molten books of hours swirl verses inside flowers
, chidden rooks of bowers
Raise curled curtal hearses
….
Ahh.
Vast closures in bled veins
Chill stains in acid

ha ha ha..

work-in-progress title: When Pokers of Labile Chokers Get Leaden With Grass
first draft poem then poem-song

when pokers of labile chokers get leaden with grass, then a pussy pusher must shoot
bragging moon-entertainers
o, a sinker of spindlers guts sweet mice; and revellers of lost pussy must always root
gall-boned fur jaguars; and entertainers die when on stage?

when pokers of cradlers get successfully murdered, the a pissy hisser must hoot for
ragged television swervers; o, a picker of bled breads get kissed under tuskers: boars
become evil with piggeries as lovers of mary get shafted; o, eyes will end now.

*
when pokers of crazy ladellers get sirened, a swirling spool of cheese feeds crowds
la, a fatal crow becomes leaden
o, a metaller, stoved, becomes leaden
la, a petaller, rogued, becomes leaden
and hirers of bells use tocsins for Heaven

when breakers of stoners get led to gardens then we will weevilise dead Havens
and, oo, we must use stoners to kill patrons to fatal hills
la, a bled painter of fusers get swilling under movers of lost window-sills: ravens
will hereby rot this world where
a pisser of slots gets laid by hair

*
when pokers of easy metal we will come wheezing from bound gal-foot
uh, as we ride from peasy detols
then we use mums for missiles; O, a painter of medals brag after molls
and, once across a mind, eyers will use us for the making of soft cruks

when pokers, paved, get stabbed aside a sword-stick pavement, cuts
appear, while raised, cause a dangerous life to haunt after blue sluts
O, a child anointer of furs comes glistering
and, weebled, co-jointers to guns will danc across darjeeling

Uh.

*
when hectic jivers get led to dirt-lotions, a painter of beestings
comes suppering for wasp-canvasses
O, we will extemporise a naked harness, O, painted ceilings
get luminous as walls fall

when hectic riders get fed to skirt-potions, a sainter of killings
comes suckling a baby-bedside
O, we will hereby come back to god's garden as illings
get leaden with dolts and sex-prides

*
we will fight the wintry buildings till the city dies
la, candifiers of emptied shieldings use city eyes
to conquer and divide dreams from killings: o, spies
get pan-fed to rabid screens
Uh, a pusher of sacred screams will sunderise lives
o, we will fight wintry buildings till the city writhes

ahm, sacred sad mumblers will come deep inside
doomy denier-dusts; and riders of guns shoot wives
stone-dead; and lovage men must shoot sun-knives
O-la, as weepers weep for hens then scurriers
get laden with carrion as comforters of mind-killers

become dirtying aside stormers and midas-millers
Oo, as i overtook lies then my car crash lander for
filthy murderers; and rude Americans suffer warped
deadly digitalis, O; we will lean of sand as we talk

forevermore

*
when once a cellar girl sex-stabs
dirty gems then a banged cock-crag
has a dried taste in the mouth
& we will wash our hands where
lardy strippers sock a bad heir.

i wish Amen to loss as roads
end in mirrors.

*
i encroach aside a lopped mind, Oh
i star-soak a smelly wife as old roads
dam dizzy heat
& cracklers under sleep suck toads
& a bench of meat
blade-blanches bods of rolled souls.

romantic raisins snap stalled wheat
o seated summers
shop frayed winters, & bellers
sop a greasy father of grey tellers.

a blancher of a bed-boom bags
cold geekers of mailing porn-crags
& a ball in a bloom
buttons beaters under the moon,

o i reproach on lues as canaries
shoot a kingdom dead...cannaries
create tinned flowers,
& a bast of blood brags hours,
& an owler heeds rude silence?
uh

the sorted sadness of sued softness
bedazzles us; & we play dead.

i will sympathise with hissed ice
ah i will centre death where cold brine
bodies a penis-flower
& we say Amen to drunken dice
& we play for utmost power?

eyes burn to death when a dilly life
goes too blind for words

*
idealisms that sweat pumis must don hats from dirtyers
o, easy rats will slice sewer-penises; and riders of killers
comes scattering ice across lost harnesses
o, easy cats will extend a green hand to princesses
and, once deadening, ladens of lost cans use fillers
to sodomise invisible arses with fotal fatal mind-mirrors

idealisms that sweat pumis must don hats from drivers
o, lovely sweet dogs extend gods to bats as sweet criers
use all find lovely wildlife for weeping comics-spires: Oh,
idealisms that break must
come thralling to a bad cusp as diggers cry out aloud
and, once milking, a mad cock-truss must murder crowds

Yes, all the while the mind-piece sucks blood and flails.
Every morning, when it seems perhaps yesterday,
without even hoping to certify embryology, I ponder on destruction.

A time when time was out of time - then was my semester symbiosis;
a time when ancient acritudes could only just begin
to conceive babied verses in the centrepoint of love's heated veracities.

Spending eternity in the launderette, smoking a Craven A and
speculating on the nicotine stains above the driers
with one hand turned, the other burned out, sensing and sensing again
the menopausal sweats of our futurescapes
whistering into the phantasmal bloat-strings of our most nickel hearts.

Christ, the dreaming spires of rectitude seem to swim on and on and on,
swaddling as they smuggle versification
deep into their slumsy size tens...O yes, what a season of sickness, what a
sickle-cell of somnambulance this semester of symbiotics has been,
waiting for you, hoping for you, imprisoned in the key-hole ellipse of you,
implacable in my wire-eyed logic of faece thesis and poem ramble,
knocking on the principle doors forever, waiting for the winter of your coming."

*
we weep after sodden head-tears where dashy doggerel gets read to heaving
snow-bound frozen forever human-ceilings
la la, a rider of raisins gets stuffed with pheasants when dizzy cold evenings
get dramatised aside breakers of piglets
and, O, we weep after bled spheres and, lopped, a crazy mumma's feedings
come scar-amused by happy fathers

we weep after sodden head-tears where ashy word-pee-holes get ceding cusps
across dirt seed and the blue fingers of Eden

la la, a protractor of rams gets extemporised from dizzy heights in season
la la, a distractor of drams gets baggaged aside binnies of mice in season
la laa, a metaller, dunned, gets savaged inside a bender of skin in seasons
O, as bow-bells chimes, and as bone-bells climb
across a crisscrossing mallow scream, doctors to mercy will use seasons
to sodomise an endlessly naked body-dream

and, oo, when analisms of a lost heart-mind must drag digs for creams
and, oo, when fatalisms of a lost mind-spine must drag digs for creams
and, once across time, i oversaw the screened come shooting cream from
terminal heavenly ghost-spirit wisdom; and we heat cum as scarlet suns
must somehow, here and now, get merged with a blind moon: Ah, guns
weave for clouds then

shrill after hens and chickens

the doctors to ill-kindlers use a false cigarette for a smoked meat-heart
la, daughters, milled, use some gall for minarets; and a baiter of harps
gets hereby stilled
O, doctors to ill-kindlers use some bad podium for a sea of darts: and
smelly head-boozers must supper for blood-hens when clucker-hands
appear sky-slanted; and, oo, when next delved, gins in germs expand
jacking mamma-fathers with nakedness

la, as we whistle for heated kitchens then we get cooked in god's pans
la, as sex whistles, then heated miction gets led to wallowers of edams
O, once across a tiller mind, we get caramelising swallowers as edams
become stricken with river swivellers. O! we will sunder christ's pans and
oo, when a rainbow-arm softens, then a soft-boiled brain-tree will slam
cagers of cicadas aside british cold

and, la la, when natalisms of a lost heart-mind grinds mallows to rolled
neon city-gold, a plangent accusre of skirt-grime grinds meadow-souls
directly beneath whored suns where de lunar musaks feed off moon-soul
ahh, and wifelings of guns shoot riflers till guns fade to strangeness;
and liveners of heirlings scoot for riders until heirs fade to sadness

Uh Uh Uh

*
issuers of easy money sell wooded veils to wallets; O, cold hands
demonise family honey when a dewy dell in soffits snaps old hands
and, la la, my manxed memory plays dead; Lo, a cul-de-sac rams
eagled fairy thumbs down a donkey of a dream. Death has to hand
a dollar of a spent palm to doddering baby screens. Death has to
slam a daisy door where macadam weeps for lazy lupin tubes.

anointers of shuttered shit slits draw a toothy veil along the rain
la la, old spinsters get walloped by whores as when a bed of grain
sallows dooby cheeks; and a good mind cat has a hay cheek. Pain
scatters monkey memories upon chapsters who weep after rain
has cut to madamed bits the daddy drains all blue rain has moved.

issuers of massing natrons pee inside five skins as a blown dude
has to empathise with fast fish brides who napper upon screws
and, la la, eyes may well turn inside a dyed old face; and old nudes
summon serpent sirens with pavers of pussy prayer; and dudes
supper upon snapper mints when a blued boy who turns screws
cums to a cuspid home filled with vinegar bodies and sad nudes

uhhhh i have seen skin shutter a giddy camera within soft grain
uhhhh i have seen spind wind gutter; and me and maiden skeins
will hereby cut a candle down with bone jams that suck old stains
and gods of nubile poo-poo sleuths dam a daughterer of grey days
ahhhh i've seen febrile dodo roods ramming salts into flares. Oh

raiders of rolly polley rainbows snot aside pigs where fay clothes
wash an aldebarren monkey inside a grotted sex-squid; and
dyed demon curves that write upon cottage nests lace sand with
curative canal purgatives that walllow where cock mire rids
foisners of barley harvests; O, a fairy piano plays inside grids
and men and massing anancees loll after dead steroes. Cribs
collar sneezing patrons to dolls where a levee inside blue bibs

*
the leaden cindy boys whose lemoning lashes bear self-sex to sleep
will hereby snip toys: O, when leaden silk-joys use ash for meat must
loop-de-loop while funfairs funnel drains down a carousel; O, sleep
must, trussed, reap hard along a shaft-muscle; and eyers of grey cheek
will, husked, feed cars to sing-song; and, metred, a belly of red dusts
comes chattering for fruit where a whale-poppered eye-zine sweeps us
aside swollen herbs where a keen parsely lion gets rode across meats
and, oo, i overheard some growl radio
and, oo, i overheard some music-makers using light meat video
to sunderise a dunny loud street where a daddler of meat meadow
gets suckering mazy dust from chewers of husbands and de gallows
la la.. just when it somehow feels as if the dead get done weepers, tusked,
will forevermore arrive back home where sweet beer bleeds: O, pussed, ducts
will pinionise drivers in dark bones

Ah, as a laden latent poet-tree gets baldy scaled then a blinder of tear-cuts
will, once coshed, clamber up a poet-seed; and, oo, grinders of sluts
come sundering within a sea-harness;
Ah, as a laden latent brain-tree gets fretted with skin then binaries, shut,
goes hooting for winklers and winky weepy wards;
Ah, leadenness, burned, force a faceless daffy to swell up across muck
Uh: i have seen the stella horses come galloping across tender cocked nuts

and our scarecrow road will die now; and i do not take these words back?

*
JDB 01/12/2021.

work-in-progress title: A Scratchman has to Render Slutted Sex-Sleep
first draft poem then poem-song

A scratchman has to render slutted sex-sleep; O, cuttlers, mown, use ash
to sirenise gassed blues
A scratchman has to render cutted sex-wheat; O, sucklers, stoned, lash
anal alligators; and this crocodiled text-meat gets crossed away: trash
sunders altogether the full yet fatal lives of vaunted scratched Ghosts

A scratchman has to render mutted skin-sleep; O, killers, mown, use gas
to sermonise masked truths
A scratchman has to centre scutterers across dens when female screws
get prison-penises stuck deeply down a city flask;
and, oo, a sullen granite statue will hereby slam a doghead in smiles: dudes

must rustle under beds and vein-clues; and we toast a sea of grass

*
a scratchman gets petrified by pumpkin shadows; O, ladeners to masts
get dragging sail-coasts; and a city-most meadow has to use plasts for
sundering heroics with randy coats
o, a dragoner, cuttlered, comes shouting after bedsides and nut-wards

a scratchman gets terrified by a scarecrow road; and eyers under boards
come, once slain, directly across searers of toad; and riders under boards
come, once slain, directly across seizures; O, epileptic liars use boards
to sermonise coded cramplers with grabblers

we will rustle for a naked glued new tear; and weepers of salt-herpes will
hereby come gusted; O, a slaver to fears will renderise odes to grunge hills
and, la la, scratchmen get penalised by all hallows evenings
ah, me and madam Sex will surrender halls to bastardising old rills

*
a scratchman has to render nutted coursers where a skin of pure death
becomes head-glassed
O, magical cat-masts gets led to porridge parts; and easers of arse-death
will hereby become cold as plast-deaths
and, once snipped, a shadower will bloom-sweat; and fathering deaths
appear numbered by holy dogs: O, feline dreams get fed to sweet breaths

a scratchman has to render butted forcers where a milk-raid dons mesh
and, where once centaurs remember big bad tails, then heroes in nests will
hereby shoot a talon-moon-tapestry
Uh, we will hoot for dunes when we get shuttering after blind family
O, a doctor to boots dons steths
O, a daughter to roots dons brutes

we will rustle for a naked nutted corpses where a sun of boned deaths
becomes sea-razzled
La, intensers of mussels come dragging for sea-porn; and dead deaths
become sea-frazzled
O, weepers of milk weepies shall summon bees from spawn when deaths
get slammered till led to statues

a scratchman has to render nutted rectors where a bin of pure virtues
must sidle after winders of slitted peckers: Ah, weavers of crocuses
sex-sound a bled moon-day; and, ah, we will get routed by lotuses as
acritudes, loped, give giddy head to greeny drills

*
a scratchman has to render dogs from cat-wives; O, a tree of hands
expands from east to sexy west
and, banged, a scarecrow road uses nets for knives; O, sweet rams
get hammered across a sea of desks
and, oo, a paranoid main arcana will send ghouls to sleep; O, grans
come elderly haunting a buzzy city where geriatrics gets spined

a scratchman has to render gods from rat-wives; O, a tree of hands
expands from east to deadly west
and, lammered, a scarecrow road uses nets for brides; O, keen Japan
comes strickening sense with tauteners and dolly-deadeners
and, riven, shrouded impassable rope-tears abuse murderers with
luminous choirs; La La, eyes will swill wax from dao when kids
get exposed to wires

we will rustle for a naked scuttering melt-moon ; O, sweet command
must sodomise her controlling sky-remand
ah, scratchman has to tend to mind-demands; O, sweet commands
must sodomise her conquering mind-remand; and pissers use farms
to cup defective tits within twinned statue lemon balms

O
When once pools of fear fade, then red raised garlands
Seal sex within
Deep and passionate love wynds
And the guilty dizzy wives of keen gold minds
Meld milky ash with grey gods and blued salt skin
Ssss
Ashes under rashes call for god’s lost names
,., flashes under hashes smoke for christ’s surnames
But burning bled embers
Ignite beds and killers
And we intend to stand inside a false town,
And, lo, we attend false lands as blue green sea clowns
Curry carried wheels
Zzzzz
Molten books of hours swirl verses inside flowers
, chidden rooks of bowers
Raise curled curtal hearses
….
Ahh.
Vast closures in bled veins
Chill stains in acid

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

*
dodgers of doomed focal thumb-deniers will lotionise a draggler of dirty rooms
o, robbers of spoons, fotal, uses gun-fevers to potionise a draggle of filthy rooms
and, la la, diamate drummers, metalled, gets rigid for moisture-men
hah, dodgers of swooners thumb through garlanders where fathers to easy rooms
come mauling blind cocoon
cloning sex-riders must use fans for masts; and, o, while we are cast from tombs,
then a dazzler of a mighty phoenix will come singing after iced ferine head-dunes

dodgers of doomed fatal thumb-deniers will oceanise a draggler of evil rooms
o, dabbers in tubes must come suppering for invisible pork-hands; and rooms
must hereby serve dogs to lovely shadows whose festivals of canny canine-rooms
become affixed to happy ghosts
o, raddlers in tubes must come suckering dudes with aged killers of glassrooms
Hah- we will weep for dust as we start to fragmentise the sidlers in cocoons

and a herbing garden ghost that uses haunched skipper rope to taunt red rhuem
to dine, while casked, inside pitch dark; and wiveners of dope haunt bread-blooms

*
drivellers, once benumbed, cause faceless sons to drink dead potions dry
la, scented cunts, sea-thumbed, cause faceless guns to drink bullets dry
o, idlers in Eden scatter sound across this Adam-and-Eve earth: O, sky
gets slumbering, and fishers of de cross cums star-hanging god's tribes
o, drivellers, once benumbed, cause feckless sons to drink oceans dry
la, pented spunk comes hooting when a necklaced mum uses sweet highs
to sermonise bells from vinegar belfries

drivellers, once succumbed, force faceless ones to drink dry lotions dry
la, scented bumpf, stabbed, forces faceless buddies to ignite a cell-sky
and, oo, once across a xmas tide, i saw the evil son of Pan made from wide
blue-burstive delicate moany bed-brides; and we will suck on jade
ahh, a tokener to evil groany head-brides hereby swallow seas in a sex-maze
and i will slink when my lost sex-stink becomes lost to snapped bees; and

i haven't got the human strength to lift life's tawny heights because my hands
have apparently become 'subhuman'?
O, i do not have the sexual strength to kiss life's buzzy hype because Woman
has recently decided that i should become 'Sex Dead?'
and, la la, where we talk to a gallow-gang we must shend all bird-children
and, o-la. where we talk to a meadow-gang we must shend all bed-children

Ah Men.. where we chat with preppies then we fasten soups to sex-kitchens
Ah Men.. where we squat with creepies then we fasten suits to sex-mittens
and, oo, once along the mad, we fuse nerdies to loosenings; and weird lichen
gets straddling motorisers of a stella birdies; La: we stride across ravens
oo, we get meddling after fusing fellah-wives; Ah, we must eat gardens
where, washed, a stemmer of nuclear feather-wives feed fans to raisins

oh, we will extemporise a fated hexer of a mad world where sweet patience
will, cat-builded, come stroking across feline mixtures; and grey vacations
will, bat-builded, come stroking across canine creatures; and furry nations
will, rat-builded, come hurting as delvers of sad girls use vines for cousins
oh, we will keep on pursing our beasty lips
oh, we will keep on enhearsing easy fat-slits; and a bobbin under muslin
comes chanting an ingenious parrot-mantra

Ah Men. oo, this tandem of a fotal poem will never be taken back.

*
the robbers of a stolen mind moon
enters under blood when a sawn wound
widens into raped times
and, loaved, a breaded mind
swallows dust under bruising wine
and we suck upon a vineyard snail
o, la la, i ease my cum inside tines
and, made mad, i comb river wynds
against nude sedges that lead us
back homeward where music rusts

the superb biter of a dooming face
follows aces under stasis;
and ladied lovers sunder wed space
and my easy fever
snaps a glass from gaggling seizures
and epilepsy drinks from rivers

the robbers of a stolen mind moon
enters under god when a blind bloom
blossoms in de sexual Hesperides
and molten madams glow
and cappers of macadams flow for

easy writers of corn and sex wards

*
the bummers of bluesing seas are
hereby fed to vaults
o riders of noosing bees are fed to
sireners of naked dolts
and weedlers stick to god's bolts
and riders of lips
listen to fathers when acrid malts
slice candy breads

easy writers on corn sunder beds
and wooden cold cabinets
are fastened to guilty radio dregs
and, oo, in the davy dark
pealers of ooze feed sex to sharks.

the devillers of salt beds will hereby grab to sweeteners of gods
la, dilators of malt breads will hereby snap ole repleters of gobs
O, a stationary chopped wolf-brain cums hard where aged gods
get slitted; O, a primal parted gull-drain must, melted, use gobs
to sickle after bully baiters of skullers and car-feinted aged gods

Oh, we will extemporise a racist finger with hatred for devil whites
Oh, where dark suns shift, then ringers of pigs will be fed to spite
and, when minds sink wine, then killers of red pigs will use kites
to talonise a gallowing pink mind with fervent dizzy eye-bytes
and, weebled high, as faces burn, a sizzler of a body feeds mice

devillers of keen revellers come shouting out aloud for dead christ
Oh, a holy statue under rain gets blorted while kissers of fled christ
comes hurling a static angel from a flower; and odes to mad christ
get stuck inside all too many river-throats
Oh, devils, underfire, get sealed inside coats when venal christs
get burnishing magick fires with gypsy ash and evil sex-christs

the dulling interveners to the Void must sentence Onan to death
the shelling mirror-winders in de boys will widen self with death
and, lo, once upon a mind, i saw de boys using elves for spikes
and, oo, as hot haloes float from keen deaths, a rider of deaths
appears scented with soap-guns
and the neon ravellers of doped sons gets gifted to doped drums

these are the hapless happy days where we used a digital lung to
soften american peaches with glazed hair; and when girls eat screws
then a paperer of leeches may well ram down the sex-honey: La, truths
will surely come homeward to find all dollar men fed to red nudes
and i have overseen boners made ill of mind
and i have overheard groaners made ill as killed time; and we used

a fascinating gasfire for sainted paintings where an urban star-fuse
gets rotated along whores whose old shitted tit traps a moon-move

*
Copyright JDB 02/12/2021.

work-in-progress title: Some Shirt-Winded Headless Father
first draft poem then poem-song

some shirt-winded headless father has come here to sunder me
La, a skirted dummy dreamer hereby, stunned, kills five seas
O, eyers have me snow-blinded
O, spirallers, seized, use grinded grass for a flava, and bees
must cut deaths down

some shirt-winded hedon lover, scummed, has come to kill me
La, a perted mummy screamer hereby, mummed, uses dead seed
to pollenise fields with wide greed; and we use dogs for lost need
O, iron sidlers, heaved, use grungers for leaves
wand i count to zero now

*
the endlessness of mad madams have forever anointed me: O, cities
hit upon dropped bread
O, trendlessness, scabbed, dust for ghosts when a town seen abed
gets daunted by hireling horses; and haunters of chickens will spread
an eagled damsel whose mazy castle will drop gods on jammed lead

the endlessness of mad madams have forever anointed me: O, cities
hit across shot breads
O, emptiness, stabbed, lust for soap when an urban witness sheds
peahen cockers along blinders of honeyed heels
and sufferers come to be as tawny as a blood-wheel

*
these are our palace days when we fall to sleep then drift away
O, me and flowers will spray gods across buried clays as tides flay
a vase of skin with easy trades

these are our palace days when we fall to sleep then kiss away
all soft melodies; O, a cannny kingdom will ripen as sweet graves
appear rended from hands, skulls and bone lays

endlessness screams like a shaking saint: Ah, weevilers use trays
to sunderise beers with ice-creams when a caravan of pure plaid
comes suppering for forks and knives

*
the easy values of body flava will sermonise deaths with pelter
uh, de easy bell-pulls of body fever
hereby, one slammed, use baby scissor for wrecks; and pearlers
get roasted on a broken fire
O, we will serialise openers with twelve twixed minds when curlers
come tonging hairy tongues with tyres

the easy statues of baby razors will centre earth across helters
uh, de dizzy bellers of lady killers
hereby, soaped dead, must idolise riders with a den of dinners
O, we must thrill for dust as we sodomise the bells of rivers
come, once celled, to ensiren enhearsers with stoned livers

*
when once a chicken lover leads bled turkeys to caterers
then, dammed, kitchen killers breed tiny food-seed; O, facers
come stripping sex from mirrors
Uh, once across a mind, we saw lifers come using lasers to
soften flexes with daddy shrivers

when once a chicken mamma lends a lens to a lost day
then, lammed, lichen leaders breed meaningless cold graves
La, we shall fight a duel sunrise when a lunatical sea-slave
hastens to geek
uh, a templer whose meat gets scathed will use drink-lays

to cuff across mincers whose hosed head will swing crazed
macadams; and melters of oozed mouse-beds get amazed by
cattlers of rats, cats and evil women

get widdering for bloods when blue-veiners gut cribs

Luhh

*
we will weep for rockers when devil gals use a dummy for a keen child
O we will cheep for cockers
and, oo, a candler here, whose kickers rot, hastens to whored sky-wild
female scissor wide-chokers
Uh, when we flail, then a breaker of coaxers must use eyes for soakers

we will weep after cops when seagull killers use a mummy for a smile
O, we will mete sex from sun-spoilers
and, lo, i espy some beaver boys come using shies for droolers whence
sizzlers of wine-wives must pollenise daffies with roses in a grey fence
and wideners of sweet spirals must

come sharpening judas jesus; and worldless kids will love all floaters

deepening, a cartoon milk-crayon uses guns
to shoot doom deniers
stoned dead; O, when sleeping, eyers stun
eaters of beautiful meadows
La, a sun at night glides across mased tongues
and a body on a rise
sharpens pugs and leads buns to waters.

when crisscrossing red roads, we hasten to
a maddening city-fugue
and de bodies in a noose
nakedly cause evil vines to grope for a
glad time when happy lovers moved
away, away

deepening, a cartoon silk-crayon uses suns
to force evil men aside wicked lives
o, we realise our own keen beauty
o, we memorise hapless dreamt cries
and, laid by minds, the stars are Gods.

when crisscrossing, a silver digitalis gets
grasped across a bath made for sex-decks
and, oo, we will certainly have fine times
and, oo, we will shorten death with wine
and, missioned, seasons
cum showing children to keenness
and we abide with brothers
and we abide with lovers

oh, poetry and science are much the same
the dichotomy is the void between?

*
sweet good boys in bethlehem dream about hedons
o goodness, deployed, sunders screens for a
happy sea of tea-times;
and we have sweet breaths
and we sleep for soft vines
and we boogy for a vineyard snail
and we disappear from selves as we sail for
hoppy green country heat

deepening, we scatter minds across blue drawl
deepening, we matter to a shipped cross;
and an ideal jam
spreads jazz on buddy breads
and, eyed, woollen wives carry beds to stalls;
and we always buy church-cake.

*
the devillers of doomers will soften star-spokes as drivers of model-mary
appears bum-bended across silkiness and rope; and swipers of motel-marie
hereby uses a ruby factory for milkiness
O, devillers, bombing rills, must soften Mars-coats as riders of hotel-baby
appears sun-shended; and a stella nude gets sundered under stormy mary

the devillers of crooners will sharpen car-spokes as writers for hotel-ladies
appear, once bunned, as eager to flow as sweet blokes; and we use mary
to draggle after vines and dairies
O, revellers, aside gods, will use apiaries to swell for soapy bed-honey
and, la la, wives to luds may use aviaries to swell for bloaty bed-moneys

uh, once across an easter-xmas time, as egg-gifts rolled, i espied family
come slumberising dirtyers of sweet grime: Uh, we will use fished mess to
cause dying soldier-saviours to suckle crimes; and i have observed de blues
made dreamers;
Uh, once across an easter-xmas time, as tea-lip furls, i listened to de moon
and, made flacid, me and my willy rainbow must cut curls from dead wounds

sweet good boys in bethlem dream of mental digitalis when dizzy towns must
sink a pinky weepy skirter into devilries; and, pented, men will forge musk;
and, la la, pretty even pelters must get camera-canned
and, la la, easy even welters must get cinema-canned; Oh, when sex-dusk
comes cock-crowing then a darkener to filmic fans

must seal survivors to leechers come sweetening clams with clit-cusps

a rivener whose rider-mate gets ridden with flowers must hit for husks
and, la, humidifiers under snakes appear basketed with bagged trussed
cornice-bakers
ah, rivers, throated, come desertifying fatal pictures with porn-pussed
cunny-cunt-feelers; and, oo, touchy-feely fascinator will use us
for eagerly riven ponchos
la, we will don petrels across two false cock-shoulders; and yoyos
wil, once trilled, get stolen; and an infant source will use heroes
to sharpen meddlers with mad spun-monks

sweet god boys in Jerusalem must sweat for sails; O, swift dough
must get evilly rolled, just like some tit-roller
and, uh, we must sell husks to spite as clit-covers cause droves
to cake-bun-bake the sweet sky

we seal survivors to leecher come sweetening clams with tides

Oh??

*
the munching petrol painters use leaded easels for use in Japan
La, mitching gassy feinters anoint bedsides with crippled Kaplan
O, as itching pussy adorners will rend eye-grids from grey Woman
the munching petrol tainters use petrol eagles for use in England
O a ladener of lazy lupins noose metal with evil; La, mean Ireland
hereby feeds from its own young

La, inchers of gun-grips must swerve for sodomy; and Children
become darted; and pushers of gun-lungs will shoot fiction

these are our porny days where we swill salt-centrefolds with jam
O, where pony drays use ingenious red squirrels for keen drams
a wicked madam of tarring mrs Navels; and bedders to edamers
get cum-knifed as howlers of demure hovels use sex for scanners
La, as gentian keen river hens use gentlemen's chairs for kickers

and i espied funnelled time get sunken into squashed glue-paper
and, once time has used frets for ravelling for clocks then pepper
may well use a purple bed for a time-traveller who dons capers for
a loosener of pissers whose poxy digital stand gets bust by wards
O, picturers of kissers use daffy mimesis to shoot across watch-war

wot?
*
ooo: we have the games by heart: the vital ebbing sea where beats burn
ooo: we have the flames by heart: the mitres under beach-trees spurn us
and blown broken phones get dialled after fathers;
ooo: we have the games by heart: the viral ebbing sea when sleep turns

after dogs and birds and all bubbly lovely wildlife; and cool cats burn

motile heads in headpieced harlot heaven will rent a sacred tit to a porn-stall
O, easy beds in head-fleeced violet heaven will rent a crooked lip to a sex-wall,
O, motile cock-motels will hereby suck up ill scent;
and, once crashed, a diddy in a dirt-fly must render sense from cedar woods
and, once flashed, a filly in a skirt-fly must render stenchers from buddy bloods
O, easy beds in headpieced harlot seasons will rent a sacred tit to a rat-stall
O. mobile pegs in headpieced scarlet havens will summon hurt from bat-walls

La, inchers of gum-grit uses pentaglers for hills where a fount within gal-knolls
get oozy when sun-slits use pentaclers for diallers of doubt and grass-molds
O, dizzy doom-deniers must handle stocking phlegm when sidlers in old souls
must sermonise room-defyers when a darter of a hen clicks as a clucking drawl
serves deep-fried cat to evil animal-beraters

motile heads in headpieced harlot heaven will rent a sacred tit to a cunt-crawl
O, easy bedders of marvellous hipper gardens kipperise the dead with drawlers
O, peasy bleeders of cantankerous zipper gardens come fusin hectors to farmers
O, ambulant dilators of summery grey sweet-poppers
must serenade silly sylvan silly men who lend cases to zany bod-bled charmers

uh.

*
poetry and science are much the same:
the dichotomy is the void between

*
Copyright JDB 04/12/2021

work-in-progress title: When Tall Mauled Pictures of Fillies
first draft poem then poem-song

when tall mauled pictures of fillies cause veined dogs to cower
then, stripped, miniature falons must use brains for cogs; O, power
uses dillies for daisies
La, when tall pictures of talons turn, then a casement in a flower
will hereby burn and burn

when easers of moaners come shredded, then a bedside's tower
hisses: O, eaters of groaners come breaded when a city's shower
cuts the faces rain treads
and, lahh, menkind will thread dirt with labia
and ghastly milk-minds must force hurt to empower sweet lead

*
when tall sprawled pictures course through bread-veins, gods in flowers
will split de sex-atom; O, riders of dudes spread skeins across dowers
and, once pecked, fusers will define dirt when fountains drowns de hour
and, star-sexed, denuders will refine skirt when mountains drown de power
and, car-meshed, star-caesars come defining gems
O, riders of scrawls transfix fuses with maiming hens

La, inchers of defiers get pushy: La, pinchers in a lens will force pens
to write across poem-corn
La, rimplers of deniers grap pussy: La, bitchers use a hen for a friend
and, breeding, god-feinters snap babby; and a toyshop aside old men
get reading erse to shakespeare's seething

*
when fallen mind-mixtures swirl nans into bread, a huntress of reason
appear fed to spine-pictures; O, as hands break, then cakers in season
become bleeding; and, horsed, codal snakes become ill as life's treason

when fallen head-hitchers whirl snows into bed, a huntress of gardens
gets forced to don a venal vest
and, swarded, a sun in a nest will sodomise a starry eagle-death

La, inchers of defiers get faisty: and men, mad slim, starve for breath
La, wynchers of deniers seem fishy; and odes to limbs must wreck
every goddamn city dream

*
the kinkers of crazy kine will surrender boats to bullies; La, we will rewind
directly across mazy strange hills
O, we will wallop masterers of ills
O, we will gallop; and, pasted, neon drills appear fed to moggy wine
and keen goddess, lammed, hustle for pills
and, oooo, kinker of crazy kine will surrender goats to billies; and swine
will hereby swill de blind moon

when fallen, weepers will most certainly cut creators with sex-twines
Ah, riders on red rivers extemporise beer-butts when filthy timed tines
get snapped from a sex-comb
and, once caught, a vile violator must sneeze his dickhead under bone
La: distancers, wrought, get danced till stoned
La: sad dilators, bought, sell wagers to neon sex-loans: And, when air
comes wrangling then burning ragged men will groan

*
kinkers of pictures, spliced, cause herods to murder all goddess's angel-kids
o, riders of fixtures, diced, cause herods to murder all godhead's sundial kids
o, drivers of mixtures will force parrots to sunderise galls
and, once burstive, eyers must sea helmets beneath stars and moon-molls
and, la la, a redhead rider has to ride as she falls then dies; O, horsed dolls
scar-sermonise briders with gas
and, la la, when glass gets ribbed and when weepers weep for sleepers
then, dollied, we might get picked from vase-reapers

kinkers of pictures, diced, cause herods to murder all goddesses; La, bols
get cunted across spended mind-heart-bitumen,
and, once worn, rented rended departments use follies for nasty sex-hauls,
o, riders of flavas, pented, sink hands into brolly-men,
and, swan-formed, shended sinks give rise to blonded blurred water-men
ha, kinkers of pictures, raced, violate all evil TVs
ha, ripplers of pickers, maced, violate all devil-CDs
ha, trippers in knickers, laced, violate all screens; O, scanners use women

to sun-cement concrete gardens to pullers of dreams; O, damed herons
will serenade doggy hearts to hound-parks; and when christs use petrons
then easy frenchy writhers will rend sweet arks from coded nylons

lahh, there is a cobweb in my coffee-pot,
o, hereby, pied, a pussy dev pokes a slot as sindlers
appear forced to feed spider-spots
lahh, there is a cobweb in my coffin

once across a mind, a gossamer fuhrer will render
hands and knees from spun Decembers; O, renters
use eyes for homes
o, a fatal war comes shivering

and, once across beadings, spider-burials will
send doctors to cut worlds
and baby riders come sundering a dog in a hill;

and there is a cobweb in my headstone; Lahh?!

*
o, a rendering spidered cobby mind-web uses
dust for daddy gossamer
o, surrending hips hit legs as they use murder
to cut upon daisy miction
o, a rendering spidering body will cause murder
to sky-muffle handled dregs

once upon my mind, eaters of kitchens will
star-stun a hot reeler
o, there is a cobweb in my finger and spun rills
will couple disaster with copulating snails; O, mils
harbours dogs underwater

and pigs stare.

*
these are my dining days when i feed creams to aces
o these are my obese trades
and, once forced to raise pulers from laces, then graves
must sunder picturers with blue bulimias; and plaids

get glutted now..

*
a hipping headmost vicar to lovers will forever shift vans
come parking at the side of a cakestall; and odes to hands
will, skirted, use a bride for a porn-mall; and odes to vans
come spurting fusers across wards
O, we will scent us with musers when losing bawds must
get summer-hypnotised by cunny gourdes
and, once upon a mind, spires seen in churchy whores
get god-rubbished;

a hipping bedmost rector to fathers will forever shift cans
aside a bleeded scream where levees in rills will kiss clams
O, a widener of creams sear bodies with blorty bed-bands
O, we may well dictate films to sex-fetes as bunny stands get
scar-licensed to swell forever: we must render sweet pets with
daggerers; and paintings of pleasure will rent kecks to gal-pigs
La,- ricicle moons will spread her cereal prats for lost kids
and, oo, once, when frilled, i saw venereal rats chew figs

Uh the screamy darters of bus-silence lead flue to rigs
Uh the creamy sparkers of radio sense lead dudes to wigs
and, oo, i swept my bed away
and, lo, i saw my statue floating like my grave; and kids will
make insects of flies
and fluid boy-bods must cry upon a fierce hill
and acid gal-gob must spiral down for made up sweat-eyes

the focal fishers of billy men will come just like closed wives
ah, fotal pissers use dilly menkind for eardrums
ah, hotels in porn-pictures sip a rum-tea as nakedness rides
directly across daddios and mothering pharoahs;
and the utterances of shakespearos got roped after mice
and the mutterances of shapeless heroes shoots up for christ
and lobbers of loseall loddy men must
sirenise a hot green tissue that blows love's sinus dry
and, once fawned, greyness will blow a brain from lust

oo, weavers of doomed panty-deniers will don factories

*
cursory imbecile easy bridlers must taunt bells with money
La, de family of dizzy riders must taunt bells with honeys
O, cursing imbeclic bikers must haunt cells with fast ladies
and, once docked, a pluperfect cat-haunt uses fused bodies
to wager for a ruby dialler of a sex-perfume
O, easily wynded, a designer of a asexual room will scurry
across a wicked bed where winglers swing

cursory imbecile easy pushers must vault sex with mummy
O, eaters of tea-sown dizzy fevers
come scooting for stone when a candifier uses ole cocoas
to drink a mocca stain; and weepers wander for fearers of
daddy men and red rain
O, feeders of wee-soaked candle-draggers will hit love for
a navel of a dead blue-bird
and Naples, spread, gets gritted canaries and caged bird

the focal featherers of grey fortunes will dust deaths dry
ah, fatal kissers of wound spud will get baked in grey eye
and cursory spire-boys come shifting kecks to shot dried
bosom-basted feline buddies
O, once across red whines i espied a real gorgon's mind
come swirling wormy snakes from off death's grind: O, ice
come hissing under keen skates when scissor-limes use ice
when, nocturned, a bed of snakes issues rivers to J christs

Uh, if a stage gets cracked what may happen to action?
Uh, if a stage shows its age, what may happen to fiction?.
La La: eyes extend visual rage
La La: minds expand to a cage; and belter of bad lichens
gets robbering across delved dreamers
Uh, all this world is somehow a cage
Uh, all sweet girls fizz as menfolk break the stage into
twixed daffy child-mind-heart lurid thespians; and movers
come casting out the shakers
and, O, we weep for arcane biters of peering newspapers

And if, whilst mindless, my dying poet-figurer loses oozers
then surely I, rampaging, will use retro pagers for phoners
O, eyes just like mine were found in a baby out at sea: moaners
got idealised by teary body-sounds
And if, whilst mindless, my cryer for dirt-rivers use hoaxers
to thunderise sheet lightning with thunderbolted storm-scathers

la, cursory imbecile coma boys buy babby foods for dinner
la, nursery infertile killer boys drink cat-milk
and, now washed, some waspish weavers of bat-milk will sunder
doctors of mendications with steth-sinkers and red heart-tundra
O, we will forge facers from kids
O, we will falsify leaders from squid; and a mental smile will
come teetering from a forcing crow-grimace
Uh, once long some wine in a ginny room weepers underhills
will come back homeward to find dolphins using ant-hills
and, feelered, stoners of nerves lop a locket

ah, a golded bully bridler uses massive wood-arms for pockets

lol!!

*
A whistle blew along the spheres
next door to guns, the nursery flew
down through sadnesses sun-seared
to those who sired the clues.

Treaded neat in tidy skies,
amid the museum's bloodied news,
so much incitement was revised
and sidled into view.

Large hands lift him from the nail;
incited music holds him there;
the eyes that open note the sail
that cleaves across his scaly hair.

Now see his puzzled head star-throng
the mazes of a miracle
by loops of mind-connected song
revere the reptile's pistol?

Inside those empty, silent hours
a scarring panic summer-swarmed
with furry cowls and lotus flowers
in nitric natron stormed.

And all of you who ever moved
or prayed to dizzy christs at all,
now meet the sleeping reptile;
and sprawl where missions fall.

*
a tongue in a mooted city sees the roads between us
made cold and cruel:
sunny moon-desemblers loot a fist as a neon bus
brags about cool salt-sex-whore-stores
a motel in a wick sets alight to bodying fuels
and a moden model hotel
slaps a pinker across a hostel
and, oozed, a drinker whose muscles wane must fool
all kids, all dads, all mothers.

a badger under naked mole-fire fashions fasters from a
duper of dells that weaken as they sell
blonded blue-bells to sovereign reapers of dumb cells
and a sauna head, sweat-read, ponders upon old bells
a driveller whose hostile cock-piece dons funerals
will suddenly sunder hearted clock-fleeces
and, sodded, thunderous clockers cry for faeces

modellers of mind-shafts sup a cut from a blue nut
modellers of cunt-casts snap a scatty blenched slut;
a foreign flashed fool forces friendships under cloakers
a sovereign chest-course
craps across saddeners of horsed sauce when ropers
radio a moony of sonar skulls and lonely car-chokers

and bright radio is moaning about stoners of soapers
and, brewed, blind mallow sheds bright fires with soakers
and, brewed, mind-tallow sends knife-fires to slept smokers
and, noosed, bright radio is moaning just like loud trees
and, ladied, midnight voices cum clinging to dopers.

issuers of dishy sex-gingers will chortle as lopers use
candifiers for mushrooms and evil city-carts; and red moods
must hereby come to fellow blueberry yield to feline snood
and caverners with no end
must forever bend bracelets with lovely mission-men

o issuers of seasaw gems get ridden by fatal fishmen
o tissuers of seasaw hens get blown by fatal choke-men;
and eyes will have to trust in me
and spies will have to sweetly blind me
la, once across a town-brew, me and my sirens got seized
from burstive whale-blue heated blue-pooled ocean-seed

05/12/2021.

work-in-progress title: A Tongue In a Lemon Moon
first draft poem then poem-song

a tongue in a lemon moon will shudder for sand dunes
La, guns shoot summers where wintry gods aside room
get easily fragmented
and, while hissing, fish under diaries get washed inside
boners and a blue madam's kiss

o a tongue in a sovereign moon will shudder for brides
and, la la, when weevillers croon then layers of tides
come swiftly groaning down sweet yields of soft wives
La, guns shoot peeing clowns
La, drums hoot as lovers bang; and riders colllide with
torn weird mind-eyes

*
a tongue in a felon moon will scud for water when
downers used by loons get happily slaughtered; O, men
will sirenise drakes
and, la la, we must extemporise a lake for sea-me; O,
tricklers of stapes get blinded by hearing blindness; O,
weepers weep for snakes

a tongue in a frenched gun uses eyes for land when fakes
appear, once rended, to shoot as lashy mind-shapes
and, dialling, digital rainbows will supper for bread-bait
and, la la, where daffy diamonds cum for rings then grapes
will surrender to fruit mammy

*
a tongue in a calf-moon will hereby get badly chewed; O, when hides float by
i, picklered, come shooting hill-fellows; and, opened, gluers of guys use sky
for flavourers; and idylls of ill-swallows come, once moved, flit for eye-dives
and, oo, i, dumbered, shoot for hillsides

a tongue in a carved moon will hereby get fed to de original sun; and oval drives
appeared along a birdy beach where a pet in grids move silence to tears; O, wives
hit a cross-filled playground
o, as we weave then we resound

a tongue in a card moon will hereby get tea-ruined; and tracklers of tears use jive
to force a ninja starfire across heels where bee-ruins ram hummers across hived
hornet-painted killer waspish bird-apiaries
o, we will surrender offices to turd when a nuclear all-wise pigeon cuts hides

down, down

*
a tongue in a glassed room will hereby get madly chewed; O, a fatalist, lamed,
comes gutting fascinating ambulances
and, o, when genius word-plays cause a true poet-tree, then eyers of trains
may well cauterise sleepers; and, la la, painted blue rails cause tracks to rain
down, down, down

a tongue in a masked room will hereby get sadly swallowed; O, girls, tamed,
become, once spread, as easy as the grounds beneath death's heap; O, veins
get sunderised, and an ochre for a car will render messes from ladies; O, brains
get sodomised by dogs and cats and red hills

a tongue in a masked room will hereby get madly screwed; and gallowers frame
sexless porn-parcellers when rillers must supper for dudes; and meadowers stain
everything but the world; and eyers must cuss for nudes; and fists hit champagne

the tractors inside lost fields will use daisies for resins
la, insidious wives ooze peals
and, made radio, boozed reels come murdering weddings
and, in sad mallows, easy weals reap words from ceilings;
and, o, slit-sated willies will sunder pears with reelings

red fasters nuke bum-apes as cabbers whose sweet iron
comes soap-shouldering after baggers; and hot lyons
appear, once bolstered, shaving pictures: Lo, pylons
shoot fatal field-executions
and, oo, ozes under mictions will die for kecks now

*
the harvesters of shrillers will fragmentise hogs with sails
o, readers of hired waters wallows inside dogs as veils
sink pharoah phlanges; and stinkers in eyes use snails to
sermonise eyes and wept trees;
and, once grooved, snipt knees get scathed with shoes

red travesters noose rivers with flowers, and sleuths
come sharpening rope-wizards;
and, oo, wheatsheafs inside Essex heeds gizzards
la la, suzerain body-leaf comes scrying for pictures
and, sky-stained, bobby-thieves cut goddesses

bled burrowers use green fuses for aladdin's light;
and dreadful lamped skin
hastens to dry-cramplers; and mod men use skin
to ensiren gods, ghosts, and Paladin; and rites will
woof forevermore when bitches bark at lost hills

*
cascades of giddy gashed lightning will surely suck on burnt muck
oo, easy gods use ashed killings will
hereby, mushed, don tabs for beadings; and naked dollar-buck
must, plushed, ram labs for bee-stings;
and, la, a fascist faceless mabs sink eyes under hospices and suck
appears wedded to greedy cabs,
and all the wide world is a cage
and all wide men are caught within it,- Lo, a patient of rage guts
bleedering bladdering starfire
O

these dummy days that lead cars to money will drive sex when
daffy blenched clay-hats use vans for mammy;
and, la la, mentalities, coached, coax beds with milky granny
and, la la, soft closed seed-trees will reel inside de family
and, o-la, tasted eye-faeces robe dweeb-teas under bevvies
O

*
the tonguers of terrible tarot-dancers will hereby hear a major arcana
come sundering gobs; and ouija fathers spill i-ching across dada
and, once sermonised, rammers of feathers appear sent to fever then
easy eye-drummers must use a table for a chair
O, riders of rotated dusts loosen
O, drivers of dilated musk comes oozing sands from naked chickens and
as we serve hands to garlands then a baker of guns must use islands for
dragglers of curs and evil Pan-Man

the dummy days i have used too much will now silence me with warped
wolf-ward because, too easily moved, hills now will silence families
with smelterers; oo, eyers look down: a statue in a sweet towns walks
across miraculous beds that sirenise loud sounds, a baker of stalks
gets bunny-butchering mad rats with shrouds; and rapiers, morphed,
will murmur under ducts till j christs wail and wail.

*
o the duke of denial seizes mien from caesars
and, la lo, deniers of fevers
fan a fithy fire; o, once aside a modern riddler
softeners of mindfolk shot the moon,
and a bud at sea quickens sex with runes
and a braggart of a milky mirror lams sizzlers
with dirtiers of neon bones and ideal mammas

o the duke of denial seizes mien from killers
and, o-la, as we glide from tweezers then
daughters of failures flashes ashen god-men
under stone where flinters flicker for venom
and a woollen wife on a cut flick
stations blasphemers down salt rain, and ermine
cuntas after blown drips

and, stoned now, heroes under lips hiss for a
daffy dive where men run from the night to a
shadower of pissers and pavements
and, blinded by midnight, we swoon for Mars
and weavers stitch penises under red sitars

tundra-hooped and left to die, a wetted star
looks dangerously down on a blue world.

..
*
O netters of nuclear seasons taunt tits with fire
O wetters of naked mamma reason
taunts a bled pitta as a doner under sapphires
socks a skull inside ghost minds
and a rumpled teaser ticks for a dead hour
and a dimpled hisser raises meat from flour
and, O, a nuclear passion parades under tyres
and, OO, a feaster of missions sunders liars
Ah, netters of nuclear seasons taunt lips with
woollen wolverines whose faces fall from cribs
and, lashed under noosed laces,
weevillers of bled souls snapper across pigs
and easy eaten swine-kids shine just like figs

ahh Aladdin in his rubbing cage gaols deadness
ahh Paladin in his sinking rage
shows clowns to golden plumes
and a circus in red wine toasts de evil moon
and mad Cyrano, bulged, falls from cartoons
ah ah ahm,- miraculous lips tilt from cocoons
and a dizzy masque melts into glassrooms
as, bedded, sleeping tramplers tease dunes with
petrol faces and enemy mind-machines

*
the tangy tawny seagull town where i waylaid the killed hereby switches
a buddha cat for a sea of wytches
o, a hedon of Gods use happy hearts for bitches
and, once along a mind, a Leda of sparks gets swanned along ditches
o, a daddy dogrose uses nests for peoples as a gaggler, deadening,
comes swivelling across lampoons and poony pony poos; and leeches
get fragmentised when a cup of dilly puke leases dummies to breaches

the tandy porny seagull town where eyes waylaid the illed hereby beaches
a dazzler with honey; and pornosapphic lies come scooping mitches with
sun-gobblers; and, lo, when an evil statue falls then a schism of a pig dips
a duffler of funny money into stripped socks
o, a hedon tawny seagull town where knives waylaid the drilled hereby winches
sofa-strapped sodomites
and, la la, ambulant killer-rites come crying for slave-scathers; Oh,
eyers get reeling into supperers of cooked lungs; and eyers of red ploves

will render a sovereign bell from shredders of rooks; and ideal lobes rove
directly across miniature minarets; and, o-la. a methelated mind uses brogues
to sunder easy blue crags; and walkers will hereby sirenise spinal pogues

Uh whence a furry idler in a strange mouth swallows an animal-rose
Uh whence a dreary sidler in the US South swallows an cannibal clove
and the sicklers of wivers will salt-widen when de gallowers in male clothes
gets scarring xmas-easter festive star-rides with spastic papery rose-toads
and this side of an endless earth, a coterie of pigs gets rotted in radios
and this side of a trendless birth, a canny canary gets sotted
Uh, when a feathery food-flower floods then a sad world underfire
gets slotted underneath exegesis

the tangy tawny seagull town where i waylaid the killed hereby switches
a buddha rat for a kitchen foal
o, a naked wall appears rolling under souls when a pigger of crotches get
snapped across a cremated cold clitoris; and de piggers of sweet pelmet
come scattering scissor shows across a porn-fighter
o, a naked stall appears rolling under crows when a kisser of a kissifer
gets happily puss-cat entangled
la la. as we arrive back home we find our home filled with life and life pets
buzzer boys with fatal macadam edams

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

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

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

there is a dream about china town and a raider of fed gorse
there is a dream about chinese crowds
and a citidel of pure lust...

scutterers leave town to attend a loud sea of pus?

tawny kissermen who apply loud lippy to the mum of man must
tease coded sky-men with stella moon-ripeners; O, a sea of husks will
star-anoint bellmen with cellared tomb-wideners; O, a seige of cusps will
pain-dilate diamate mummas with nuclear heart-wipers; O, a room of thrills
comes champaging at death's warped rose-rider

and, la la, sweeping sinnners across sweet fires, a delver of neon sidlers
will hereby sunder a purple pullered mirror
and, once deaf deaths start, a shriver of killers must pay for burnt riders
O, we will eneasel a keen markerson

O, we will jam coasts with dreamed haggler-sons of a narrowed sea-cryer
and, la la, weepers come weaving head-stationers from veiling beach-bridler
and, Oh, a serenader of de mecca where a boncing bingoer faces into briders
gets loosened; and the mean caves of mien will render hats from cap-stunned
watchers of mastiff wet-screams

and watchers of Pan's women will stick a pulsing pusher under soft-bums
and crotchers of Pan's ravens will stick a hulking musher under cake-guns
and, oo, mentalisers, bag-bruised, must rip a ceilling from tundra; and suns
comes bleating at lovelorn city-drums
and, la la, feeders of Pan's children get convulsive

O, these are the tangy weird wild marsh-words that lead hens to repulsive
babblers whose use of a mumblered rill will lend rats to gems; and conducive
bodyers must get sainted body-bills to shut feline God in a crashed cave
and the holy basts of painted women must entertain grinners with cut graves

Uh.

*
JDB 08/12/2021.

work-in-progress title: The Peckers of a Purple Moon-Shaft
first draft poem then poem-song

the peckers of a purple moon-shaft will come to find a bad world gone mad
o, wreckers of a square table hereby fasten dicks to vineyards

the peckers of a purple moon-mask will come to find a child world gone bad
o, wreckers of a spired table hereby fastens kicks to graveyards

and these bibling sad words i choose to write will forever summon old cabs
o, ripplers, sliding, use bird-eyes for closed rites; and deadness fuses labs to
mad adolph and benito; and faces will flicker

*
the peckers of a mental skull-shaft will come to find a whipper inside crags
o, ticklers of a menstrual brain-bath hereby fasten pugs to male slags
o, wreckers of venal bull-baths must get sodden
o, lickers of renal doll-baths heed wet-pets as canny canaries fuck stags

and these crimplene verses i must use forever get cruel as de stella sun

the peckers of a mentalis will gutter after lost fever; and kids will use guns
to shoot a crowd of pure malice; and, oo, crossed fever gets spun from
dusters in filthy rooms; and beheaded hands may well hustler under sums
o, bedeckers of dirtiness comes back homeward now where sisters thrum

*
the peckers of a vinyl sex-shirt get rammed down de town; o, easy mums
appear mind-castrated; and, o, petters of sounds will shoot a dizzy drum
oo, as faces change, then bellers of piddlers will hoot and hoot
and these crimplene verses i must hear forever must, as eyes burn, root
a caverner from purses

the peckers of vinyl tree-shirt get drammed down girl-town; and suits
appear resigned to a blinded dummy grave; and we will fish after coots
la la, messengers to mindless dummy slaves hissed once
la la, dizzy pictures get hammered to cell-lip; and coded easy cunt
O, dashy daisy distancers will come shouting

*
the peckers of idle idolisers will hereby shout out aloud; O, wheatening gemmy meteors
get sistering hills with sex-wars
O, eaters of sidlers will come to resign to bawds; and, oo, eyers of mummy gets spoared
across belters where rex-wars
come slithering aside messed up apple-claws; and, oo, baddies whose furry kecks get
stella-stored in a sea of desks
must fall from sleep now?

the peckers of evil mind-chatter will hereby rout drought; O, widening daddy rotators
get whistling when heart-hordes
become veiled; and, lo, where tiny doctors use rods for words then doomy pepper
may well sky-shine across dizziers of street-carvings; and the graffiti of earth-paper
comes scouting for cell-sex and brother cow
and, la la, exponents of bell-pets get washy beside a clotheshorse and pony fever

the lotuses of a crocus flower feed dumb enemies to water
o a fastness of dad's tower treats a dun cake with porter
and a bren in a sesame seed bun rides a steeder into lungs
la la, eyes may well widen as we buy a disabled car. Guns
shoot a hollah of a blind owl with dairy lips; and coded sun
gun-shine upon a weal when a wettener of clits sucks cum

the lotuses of a crocus flower feed dummies to gas-garters
and we weepy-weave a wanky sheety winker with gafters
and a dumber of a bee stings a brain with honeying doctors
and, la la, we weep for locust seed while crying for robbers

abusers of dodos have to loot one zillion bodying piss-parrots
and the wives of March harden to autumnal sleep. Carrots
cut a cuppy nut-slut inside a bugs bunny brigand; and mammas
kneel upon slappers of wives; and a cat-headed gazy river
rams a fairy thumb deep within coffee cakes and rizlas
;
o we may well have to buy an actual disabled car; and we
may well have to buy true high-tar cigarettes for mind-seas
and, uh uh, eynes swallows puffs with hallowers of sleeved
lycra pissy pecks that rim madam rimmer with cold greed

the pocuses of crocus eaters lead bald wheels to fathers
and we may well jack our fathers and leave mums behind.

*
when bald wheels get layered, me and my solus world will hereby soften
O, when old deals get papered, me and my onan world will hereby soften
all keen almond eyes
La, when bald wheels get levered, me and my girl-lost world hereby harden
and the peeper whose crossed minds who makes his own binoculars ride
aside a burner of bonded wives

when bald wheels get slaughtered, me and my yoyo world will hereby soften
O, once mauled reels get done, then me and my egg-cupper of a dead brethren
will, when chanted, come sirening for corned mental bubblers
and we will hereby crawl until blenders of red porn ravels into sex-times:
La La, happeners hiss to a swift beat
and coded cicadas will stem calves with chewy cow-meat

no time to dream, no time to breathe, no time to live, no time
for ease, no time for breath, no time to die, no time for truth, just
endless sky.
the spines are midnight, blood wedding, the spines are
blasting, blood wedding, the times are crippled in narrow motion, the
shrouds above, phaposian oceans. incest tarot, incest marrow,
blood-to-bone, bone-to-blood, the sallow cheek reveals dead sunday, the
dreams gone after, funeral comedayze. dazed forever, dazed in loved, dazed
forever, dazed above, the seed is zero, the eunuch summer, blood wedding,
blood wedding.
in the times that break apart, from spire to shinbone, rhyme, who is all
and all the slave to the eagle in the mind, (where goes the angled knock
of seered and serried graves),
in the oceans of the heart, the sires of
music rave and should the angels drop from hireling heaven down; (or
should the shining crop of corn and capeseed drown), then there would be
no rhyme except the light that shifts, and the sires of music, lopped,
would spiral from the pith.

& these are our painted weekend shores where eaglers ease egg under claws
& these are our feinted weekday dogs who yap at the pregnant dark: swards
come swivelling; and the sainted bodies of clap get shitted across old wards
O, once upon a spunked mind, i espied the daddiers in plaited rocks moaning,
and the searers of a cunt-crime users devs for labia; and swipers in groaning
come interfusing adolph with easy benito

& these are our painted weekday shores where eaglers ease shells under maws
& these are our taited monthly gods who cause onion boys to toy with whores

la, these are our painted weekend wars that weep for milkies; and aged wards
get scented under fishy mum chanel; and eyers over rubbished waters will store
giddy city gourdes inside a sopped mammal
la, once upon a lime-mind, tracers of camals got strapped to idiot scifi where
oceania, braided, got shouting out aloud at sandals; and ghosted baby-fears
come shuddering, just like a garden bower; and evil hands lay fists along tears

Uh Uh Uh: we will wax-cut a teenaged wax-work where a beller of lost spheres
must, curved, get tissuing after stone-aged cave-skirt; and sex will forever spear
a daffy prehistoric leather-world when all retro early women kill, just like men
Uh Uh Uh: espy neanaderthal underneath aged dinosuaur castles come near sin

and crowders of blind lies will crap on god's genius T Rex as poet-trees die
and scatterers of mien-lies will crap upon god's penis; and bolted eyed slides will
taunt the kids of Pan with dawdlers of lords in sea-harness; and feathers will
thrill after suck-sex where a spool of an arm acedes seed to the fingers on de hill
and, layering for Puck, a drooler found in flesh farms will entertain de sex-ill

& these are our painted weekend shores where easeller ease painted egg in rills
& these are the renal love-traps of evil adolph and benito; and eaten xmas-drills
come clambouring directly across devils and drs; and easy curse-nurses use meals
to sunderise the easy starving with seagulls; and loaders of horses must reel
directly aside mule-families; and riders on skulls darken fathers with lime-steel

Lo? Lo? Lol?! whence dated figgy fuck-boxes fit father fista into a cunt-spiel
then, stationed in sex, blorters of cunny will seem smothering, and closed weals
once paunched, use a bandaged string for gold-scenes; and aged fisher fields will
star-bloom in de richly anal hesperides; and, oo, weavers' gashes lop grey yields
aside punchers of bitchy punchenello; and flabilative insane glasses get sealed in
scatty word-schizophrenias; and eaters on a cleft car-market get concertinaed

and, la la, ideal robbers of blue flavins will hereby suck a false cut till vaginas
get laden with blonde flowers and the red raven guy whose use of acrid miners
to mine after blind flown flowers
and, o-la, a digger for guilty hours awake the slaughtered hour; and dreamers must
impregnate god then leave the pulsing bearded dead to dine on fotal breadcrusts

Oh Oh Oh..

FINITO.

*
the cardinal leggers whose losing spind skin empties
dangerous dogs where rats sleep
and, o, as pugs scare bats then furious mind-meat
swells across scones and meat,
and we cherish denial when we hiss for heat

the huddlers of day and night set alight to slumber
o, on mammy's bed, instant mice don red summers
and a batted headpiece appears naked
and daddy stairwells cause nuns to scale acids
and a monk on a lost stair
hastens to god-gob where an issuer inside thunder
appeals to walled cowled church-screens

daddies whose lazy strumpets swing and swing
will hereby ram de pepper down
and, lashy, slammers, snippered, kill a mod wing
and, ashy, flayers, snappered, escape from sin

*
the farthingers of one zillion parrot-men don dukes where
a faceless god, dun, raises parriahs from soft puke
and a puler underarm
has to lighten breads with marm, and a rider under fayres
sea-charms red stella farms
and massive bed snaps god's sex where eldeberry air
strips a whipping pony
aside wrenchers of babies; and grey fear nooses fluke

the peddlers of medula sky-breaks accuse spindlers
to serenade bolsters with hard dreams
o, riddlers of penile mind-mates abuse sindlers of
attending birds with church;
and a bobby bayer must birch cabins where sods
attend to massers inside perverted screens.

*
Life sucketh long to make good, proving the occidental meadows endless;
so too, this cold world of wastrels under water, black as the sun, rapes
forever.

*
Poetry and Science are very much the same:
The dichotomy is the mad bad Void between?

O-La?

work-in-progress title: The Openers of Blue-Bird Soakers
first draft poem then poem-song

the openers of blue-bird soakers use a buddy bird for a smile
La, oveners, burned, use gassy meats for dangerous blue dials
and, once snapped, fusers of hissed sleep must use heads for guile,
La, openers of pussy bird dons ashen soapers when coded smiles
abuse a dawning moon-sun

the openers of star-prised bed-bums must scent a scarab with wild
endless sea-minds; and a daffy son will get rented to waxers;
O, we will come to near an unconscious hen
and, once leeched, heart-weevils may well sunder grey children

*
red openers of green buried birdiers will hereby use fans for women
La, eaters of far eastern cherried carvers will get abused
O, we will use dreams to burn and bury a headpiece inside women

red openers of mean berry-boys will soon use pleasure to reason
about impossible lovers and grey-blue cock-seasons; and children
will, star-fragmentised, use fascinatorss for ript ravens; and children

will hiss forever near swimming gorged gardens; and we will move
aside an old lost home where our bloody hearts come sucking crude
vaginal chlorinated buzzed sleuths

and bubblers of sexed false bibles will sermonise senses with treason

*
the openers of widening wool-wolves will come homeward to find minds
made up from mental dinners; O, we will thrum as stoners of sweet minds
appear painted with fingers; O, we will lunge for gas as wept fleet minds
come aside mad men and dettol faces
Uh, we must hiss as cold lips writhe; and when men hiss for ice then minds
will somehow sodomise the eyes of killers and buttered hens

the openers of widening wool-wives will come homeward to find wine
come spurting from an alcoholic skeleton; and we will sift rectal vines
with blaring grabblers of mosels and drunkard germany; and snail-wynds
will hereby get wasping off damsel-cords;
and the sad mad sea-world we find inside floorboards
will come hooting forevermore

*
red openers of bridled buried birdies will hip to a flown gal-moon
O, dead picturers of ideal cherried ladies will slit cars with dunes
O, red fanbelt features appeared stoned
O, fled snow-milk appeared fed to loaned hills; and hills seem lonely.

red openers inside bedside rubies will snip torn kids whose croon
gets force-fed to jazzy holy musical heart-pips; and coded baby
must lead grey faceless ones to dilly mountain-menkind, and de Lady
will somehow designate stores for fillies

and wet pulsers in luminous beards have to use a gas-case for bodies
and wet cutters in birchers have to head-stab a grassy hill of herpes
and i have seen the true moon derange dolor with gassy river-birdies
ah, a latent feline sex-lover must shoot for dukes
ah, a patent feline sex-cover must claw a happy time as boats
come cherishing a blue-burstive spiraller of sweet minds and ropes

*
feeders of a vegetable lead has hereby made ashen boys as sweet as dope
O, readers of a vegetable breed has to raid
all cabbage-beds; and i must soften sea-baits; O, a fearer of fierce graves
gets moon-pinioned when a motorway shapes a fascinated false layby

ah, reelers in the guise of men get ravelling into times when grey sweet lies
come fording hats with old sailed pets
ah, heaver inside spies get sleeving dogs to wrecks; and offices of brides
must, once honed, use howling gods to snap mute kecks; and

oo, once upon a mine in a mined world, a fucker of pecks will jam brands
with rotted cheap-shopping; and, lo, a muscler of strips will lam bracelets
across motel-motivators of sky-hangers; and dolters of ills must use lips
to scutter forever and ever

Uh Uh. i will extend a dirtyer of a spent shit-street to raiders of lepers
Uh Uh. i shall expand; and when ghosts use meats then haunted strippers
must, while blundered, cause gems to interfuse sleep with taunted rippers

'damned was the scream that sped about my fists
the zero seed shall not storm
a town of ghosts nor solemn tombs
defend the ramparts, tapping
along the sponges of the town
and the bruised cross will carry us west
to the xerox seed and the seas of ishmael

damned was the screen that sped about my fists
the zero seed shall not storm
this pathe gazette or groan with films
the sun in the rain will darken with bloods
gentlemen's chairs and the slicks of oils
will blast with dust the candles of
ophelia, darkened, dancing with her children
haworth has a rent power and rent storms turn
against the dead - the sophistry of romans
will black the fields of the meadows when
this earth lies perished, slackened with lust
STC ate mint cake

I who saw the hurried movie and danced the days of dreams
know no art to snare for
nor any waldron to disclaim
the zero seed shall not storm this town of ghosts or sullen tomb
will shorten fears with christ and jesus was baby life
in the swansea herald there was a man who was shot dead
and lorca read bibliobus and his children read escalier

damned was the spleen that sped about my fists
this zero seed shall not storm
a town of beers nor sullen rose
brain the softness of the skull
and skulls are crushed like flowers in this garden
franco shot lorca and his death resides in Germany
clubby summer genes are my plu-perfect creation
this zero seed will not seize
nor man in moan constrain the gowns
of children walking in the park
peoples in the park playing games with the Ark
will sully graves with brollies

the bibliobus is brawled for dusk

when staple-guns lie bleeding with
the varos moon and yoga will
brighten with lust the cartons drank from
the vinyl earthed by felt snow
and the stones that fall will lie with your children
do not dent the buds of escalators
or ride the toad and the dead are freed

in the swansea herald was a man who was shot dead
he was a manito and he was a wisp
ghosts cry for the dawn and this menstrual urine
will shit in the mouths of infants
as peroxides claim the clerks of rites

christ is a buzzer and he often craps his rubies
thebe's thieves are perfect and live forevermore

lol?'

*
pinkers of mermen use flashy drowning wave-shoes for sinking rain
O, drinkers of salted shrouds will serenise a bled boy with sweet pain
O, as stinkers flow by, then a buller of itemised toys mates with rains
pinchers, dunged, get espied aside mirrors
and, once plunged, a dropper in a knife-mind fades across gay rivers
and, once lunged, a scissor-man, triced, gets led to laden fast fingerers of
daddy tulip-daffodil

the spurters of funny talks acede seed from fingers of Eden; O, bloods
appear prick-sounded while silly sandmen must feel after easy wax-bloods
O, a figure of pure slate cashes ashy fragments with gardening sweet blood
and, la la, as we flail by, then we swallow holy head-hearted excretia: Buds
come teasing hard tea-things
and, Oh, we shall lead rings to winged haloes when dabblers under Buds
come stripping stripplings down

pinks of mermen use flashes for resounders; La, when we sail high then
fixed fizzy vagina-fuses don lashwide killers; La, when we flail by, then we
must transfix petrol faces with fatherers of cagers and plashy pussy pig-pens
O, a draggler of diesel laces
must, hereby, come scuttering for lost dead suitcases; and heaven under gems
will, hereby, come scattering wolves across red ripped aces whose firms
come dune-dilating father-mumma-christ with moon vixens
O, hitlers we will espy may well cause gods to puke
oo, hitlers we will define may well cause squads to console lost kitchens.

radio spurters of money walks acede seed from rivers of genoas; and ferns
shed deadly spores across remainders of greed; O, ripplers come using perms
and, o-la, i have serenaded birchers with sleeved sex-oaths
and dead pigs, bathing, pour beers in a bath-tub; and closed waves roll
directly across seething whores; and whoring cradles get fed to red drawl.

& cemeteries that lead to sex cremation will sear pauper-pits; and, oo,
we will sink red rings under slitted grunge ills; and a paperer of de blues
comes perfuming poet-trees with lasering pipping old school mind-moves
La La, we will use a bedded abuser of curtling after mad heart-droves when
ashen bleeder biscuits get hidden under sex-winds
and, o, as senses reel for meths then a cocoa-confuser gives bed to miction
La La, freezers of weals will render zen as copious as karmic bread
La La, heapers of eels will render spind sin when chakric glass uses lichen
to winter-descend melted polars from spun skin-men.

& cemeteries that lead sex to procrastination will here pepper sea-slammed
dizzy iron booze; and, oh, an oozer of piggers must fawn to treetops; and
we will, once crashed, yield cans to zippers; and a lotus-crocus uses strands
to extemporise delis with fled strict Japan;
and, ladied, we must close bread within cancans
and, ladied, we must close lead without Kaplan; and odes to easy islands
must, once dammed, cause kiddies to put fair genius beasties down; and
weevils, made conic, force forgers to shut air from ingenuous towns
and, oo, once along a heart-grind, i espied light meats then died for clowns

Uh Uh Uh and we deflect menkind in a piped night that shone for sound
and, once star-meteored, skinkind made labile leaders on the undeground
Uh Uh Uh as we inject spunk-kine with jade then blossomers underground
appear scar-smeared by street-smokers; and, rose-scared, holy towns will
hereby shoot a purpler of a meat-choker
and, Ogh, a scenterr of gloves drops fannies round a sex-fan; and pokers
get stuck into pork-holds
and, led to genius jews, incredible Jaweh gets heltering after holy thrills

and i oversaw the ghosts of Man shouting while Ava Maria used mills
to grasp for immaculate jesus-jam
and the rendering hasher of judas-cancans must rent gobs to blue dills

Eh...?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

why didn't i go mad earlier?

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

work-in-progress title: the polestars of crying Jerusalem hereby hiss for the waking world
first draft poem then poem-song

the polestars of crying Jerusalem hereby hiss for the waking world
O, soul-cars, when dying, drive from a salt-kiss
and, once bunched, beaders of wives drum after massed girls
O, dark bodies, prying, hasten to meat where a doctor to pearls
comes shouting at pure rain
and where dying trainsmen fly down red rails, a tracker of old lips
come forming wet roads from grey ships
and, la la, easy pet toads come squelching when hands heal tits

the polestars of crying Jerusalem hereby hiss for a naked world
O, sleep-cars, with dreaming, drives a lullaby aside fasted pearls
and, once spunked, a stella ceiling swings as brides use swirls to
sodomise menkind with starry buggy rings
and, once stocked, a bald sex-shop arrives where swings use blues
to sirenise cocks with old truck-stops
Uh, a signal entertainer hereby beshrews mops with female shoes

*
the polestars of crying Jerusalem use moon-spires for cold dudes
O, sweet Mars, writhing, gets fused with spooned fires when screws
appear slitted; and a gaoler wound gets turned like a rock till sleuthes
come gritting implosive failure; and pets get burned
O, polestars of crying Jerusalem use tomb-tyres for gold dudes
and, once upon a mind, weavers of wombs get bed-knitted to huge
lyon-high holy feline nudes

the polestars of loving Jerusalem use wounded pyres for rolled truths
O, meat-Mars, conniving, cause poofs to suffer mind mires: O, dudes
don april faces when a sky-heated quoof comes cutting shires; and,
whence women ride, then dragglers of tooth-drums kill sweet islands
O, bleaters of eyes rock hymen-flavas

*
the polestars of crying Jesusalem use mind-fires for old screws
O, slitted calves get espying grey pissed men; and acrid sleuthes
get sundering boats with endless statues
O, ball-parks, stemmed, get shafted by petals
and, once jammed, hammy pecks must caress grey medals

the polestars of writhing Jerusalem use spine-spires for bruises
O, pitted hard gods must use eyers for cruises while old nooses
must, once killed, grasp after criers; O, movers of shorn cruises
appear mind-shadowed
and, licked, a mental meadow will rend pears from plum-boxes

these are our mallard days which kick moss from bum-voices
huh, these are sweet days that click clock-crossed sun-voces
with harnessers of purest moonlights;
and weepies, tear-gobbed, peers into a drained clitoris: penises
will send dooblers to vile hot-poem-stripes

*
the polestars of driving Jerusalem use renal cars for summers
o, soul-cars, mobbed, use shadow-men for venal winters,
and a sluising doctor-god comes rending claws from fingers
o, pole-cars, godded, use gallow-men for vernal feathers when
lickers, starred, rob shoes of laces; and eaters of closed women
come skull-accusing doobs of being mask-led to old reason

agh, these are my mallard days where i kick de cross; O, children
will appear imbecilic when adulterers of clit-bees dig muttons
agh, these are our castled days; and, oo, a spastic tree will
forever use hands for faces
o, polestars in warping Jerusalem use stella spars for mummas
o, riders on salted youth senile rain wil forever rise again for

dramatisers of spreaded suit-smilers and sweated mind-moors

Uh
*

we weeviled into a lost balcony when
greasy dizzy ladders taunted clothes men
o, a lay of sadness sucked cold oestrogen
& a bed of drivers
dreamt for dolled cunt-craft

when once a bull of bitches saw mien
cutting canes from the esplanade
then a cowered cruised cow cupped sin
..!
we weeviled inside a noose of children
la, a head of heroes smashed
inside-out-. & the flavas of crashed
corned reaped feet
slapped a bone with fish-staled meat...

the ghosts of the slayed lap rose-ash
& ash upon a nude is dourly lashed to
veiled spirallers of cat-credence- Blues
blay a holy tune
& we supper after men on the Moon

ahhhh?
!
we weeviled aside milked cokes
and we layered tithes with ship-soap
& a slider whose wode will use popes
to forge prayers to demolish Pisa
and we will shoot us dead

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

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

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

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

*
the polestars of crying Jerusalem hereby hiss for the waking world
O, soul-cars, when dying, drive from a salt-kiss
and, once bunched, beaders of wives drum after massed girls
O, dark bodies, prying, hasten to meat where a doctor to pearls
comes shouting at pure rain
and where dying trainsmen fly down red rails, a tracker of old lips
come forming wet roads from grey ships
and, la la, easy pet toads come squelching when hands heal tits

dramatisers of spreaded suit-smilers and sweated mind-moors

Uh
*

we weeviled into a lost balcony when
greasy dizzy ladders taunted clothes men
o, a lay of sadness sucked cold oestrogen
& a bed of drivers
dreamt for dolled cunt-craft

the ghosts of the slayed lap rose-ash
& ash upon a nude is dourly lashed to
veiled spirallers of cat-credence- Blues
blay a holy tune
& we supper after men on the Moon

ahhhh?
!
we weeviled aside milked cokes
and we layered tithes with ship-soap
& a slider whose wode will use popes
toc forge prayers to demolish Pisa
and we will shoot us dead

*
oo a salmon shaken sea-diamond will supper after bone-eyed pee-lip
and, woven for love's broken siren, weepers of finger get fed to lips
Uh, salmon mermaids use bee-diamond to hammer rings to red lip where
la la, eyries under eagle-puce will cause a living phoenix to burn for hair
oo a salmon shaken seed diamond will supper after beds and dyed air
Uh, a statue of demure and decorous thrills appears peeing across chairs,
and ghastly dolly scewers will get led to drills: conical slavers will ensnare
caddy candifiers with golfed sewers
and, once sundered, mean keen kids will use a golf-course for sweet prayer

oo a salmon shaken sea-season will suck on wheat as fields under picklers
come falling into gusters of mirrored hills
oo, a salmon shaker sky-season will supervise fathers when we jacked fathers
with daddy priers whose prising thrill will jump for Leda
Uh, a granular fingerer of heaping saw-mills must tap upon buried leaders of
deepeners, and old farts will summon heads from crap:
and now a widener's sweet woman speaks about everything
and, crowed, wiveners of fleet lost reason cuts wivers from darjeeling

La La. a fisher of sea-drinking faces will behave like a slobber chops: pap
gets swilling bastardisers; and drifting meals must shake for blue-saps

and, while de lambwhite asylum boys get splitted, a drake inside v-cups
may well, while used up, sink a buddha toy beneath de master's nut
O, static aces, furling, drink high seas with clasping saline hands-cuts
and, while de lambwhites bear bins to pets, then a doctor aside peanuts
will hereby leer into eye-whites and slow nets
and fisheries, revived, will surely ram cold across blood and heads
and, uh, canaries, devised, will surely cram losers across sweet sleeves

and here in this sex-void, emotives will always tell trawled tales to
easily led porn-elves; and pocketers of ill claves well as nuked slease
hereby appears, wrenched, issuing from kills under babby-bone-peace
La La. a fisher of illegal mermaids gets loped by thunder; and old grease
will extemporise seagull burials with carmine flocks whose red fleece
appears vinegar-strangled; and riddlers enradio clocks and technicians

ahhh a city-seahorse will trample corraling ocean-tissue to use geese
to gobble under bee-men and sandallers: Yeah, we must punish geese
ahhh a pity heart-mind-horse gets ancthered with bellies and mons-grease
O, once across a burned hearse, asses with golden gait uses cunt-sleep to
give classic bed-head to purses; and, La, pissers get slated
O, once across the gravy darkness, cursors cause mug-boys to appear moved
to utmost fatal spy-tears
Uh,- we sentinelise a hursute ear with intractable bed-beers; and once a day, i
don a new life; and as buzzers sear kids then i shall divine rams with losers

La La. Once upon a crude lap, daddy-mummy richness used ghosts from wives
La La. Once across poppy-saps, ingenious healing black birds use god's scribes
to serenade a coppice of loud joyous jesu-drives
and we will get led to a sky-lit ride aside all trees, all homes and all beaches

Oh.

*
what with mamma gas and my favourite head-cathedral, i shall earn dust from pretty girls
o, and coded curvers whose bitten sex-bagasse leads eyes to veinous collapsing curls
o, sand-shaven, red hurters come shouting up beads, and ghosts taunt a city's world; Lo
we will get star-mishapen by dragglers of slips and knicker-feeds; and odes to pearled clothes
may well lead to an out-of-perspective seasands where dragooners ram roses up lost clothes

what with mamma gas and my invidious bedded mod idol, i will learn of sex-studies; O, rogues
appear intimately transfixed with ole insidious boxed idylls; and the flukey rabies seen in brogues
must hereby bedazzle scathed hands and budded boned knees; and shouters about new-spent gals
must hereby sodomise a neon revolving bath where talons parade across a town of evil medals
o, fish-shaken, brother masks get frilled with masts when a feinted masted Venus will slow

down, down, down (where ogres war with vented arrows that shoot a seaside under Downs
and easy life seems stoved.)

uh.

12/12/2021

work-in-progress title: Where Sixteen Million Leaves Get Trampled
first draft poem then poem-song

where sixteen million leaves get trampled down to forest-dust
a mindist, swerved, leashes lost pets
O, a caravan on the surface of a wet-sex will hereby use fluff to
sodomise wakefulness
and, la la, as wealers whip endlessness a dog-dayed cat in shoes
appears moose-fed

where sixteen million leaves get trammelled, a bad town in cuffs
comes wanking all green-treed year long; and damagers of puffs
get ointmented with screen-prised sun-songs;
O, regimenters of pigs will come back home to find urban lusts
come crying, crying

*
where sixteen billion leaves get trampled down to forest-fuss
a mentalism, rendered, gets cabled under towns and doll-musks;
and, oo, where deadeners of get stapled
then a gun under reddeners gob shit; and eyers of cat-cusps must
force a devil world to change for the feline better;
and, oo, sixteen billion leaves get stabled where oak-heads wither

where sixteen billion leaves get strangled, a mind of pure pus gets
wshouted down easy glazed graves; and angellers whose winged wreck
appears peed upon will hereby sermonise dangerous dudes with decked
stereophonic sea-guns; and, oo, drillers of mums, sunken, appear rented to
bended whores in oiled dick-drums

*
where sixteen zilion leas get trampolined, a sea-shorn sidler at dusk must
swallow pearls; O, bees appear crimpled as a family of riders use dusts
to swing brooms over marmites; and, la, carriers of monkeys get cussed by
idiotic brainers; and wounded sweet mice wil hereby get starred under tides;
and, lo, a draggler of fans gets droppered where petters use thundered wives
to snap a weedler from a ducted snippered pear

where sixteen zillions leas get mandolined, a sea-storm issues eyes to knives
O, a daddifier to a mamma bead must use genoa for tissues
and, once along a dada, breaders must fuse genoa with hectors as scribes
appear jolted by instantaneous heart-pus; and doggerel found in skies will
stop dead
and bedders of pure lead swallow easels when ingenious madness thrills

*
where every single leaf in the whole wide world gets snapped, then a cracking flea
appears now sundering skin; O, wildness swirls while hats force heads to seize
La, once along some cut bins, i idolised baby-pearls while evil paeds under teas
cause mental magnitisers to spin; and easy body-worlds will scutter after heels

where every single leaf in the whole wide worlds gets cracked, then a crashing sleeve
may well sink jaws under spind cold; and city swirls get crapped
O, once across a budder, a nippler of hands come whirring for neon meat-meads
La, weevils, wankered, get scrapping while levers in piercings heed nothingness

*
where seventeen city-droids get defaced by porn-fuck, a laden bed of burrs will
come shouting for a renal cunt-sound
O, where evenings aside toys get star-cased, a pinky porn-puckler will use towns
to daub a yoyo mona lisa with clowns
and, once along a moany sky-pig, a neon corban-crown gets led to bed-cloud
and, la, i have seen writers in wigs come scattering sounds across pure shrouds
and, la, me and my mental shroud-sail get murdered now.

where seventeen city-droids get displaced, buttered porn-suck lends picks to ills
O, indigo sweet vaginas sink into fish-lace while scarpered spawn-muck use hills
to sermonise viola with penis emptiness; and, oo, a draggler, fawed, cause reels
to wind off the back of a selfish sperm-hand
O, indigo salty bleaters cum rushing while cockering cane-horses will use eels
to swink from left to right

and, oo, silky sovereign-haters whose eager venus adonis gets fed to ripe crowds
must pay for a slinky trip to a house of hosed windmills
Uh, as a sparker, made swift, cums glowing for stripped dills then green gowns
may well get dropped from a revue-sex-revenue
and, once across crock, an entertainer of scissor-dew will cut across de drowned

eh??

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

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

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

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

O
masses in a fairground crash; and a roller under heat leaves a dunny will to dead creeps; and we weevilise
the stilled as we murder sleep. once aside a mad mine, i tried to dig for Ma Mary
but mamma Mary had no holy prams for me. Ah, I widen as i glance upon a painted false bible. Ah
radios in rodeos rip suns and i am left atoned in de davy dark as old guns

shoot tomorrow's mind-moon with chewed lungs..

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

*
where nineteen mooners get forced to go blind then de flashes of timeless thieves get rotted
O, as mentalisers get coarsed, a smeller of a mind send de ash of mindless dweebs to cottages
and, when once skin pulses, a wivener of blue wine rends de flash of tawsing Thebes with lovage
Uh, a pulser of spun sin revolves across rude twines
and, coated, devolvers of sex-winds floss dudes with vines; and the delvers of bees must use minds
to season vaults with easers of de lost god-cross
and, oo. we oozed for xmas-easter as we pulsed just like a white mosque
and, oo, we boozed for jesus-allah as midnight justice caused sweet moss to get pealed by Gods
and, o-la, we snoozed for judas-jonah as midnight sex-tusks came crucifying naked easy dogs

Uh Uh Uh: and there are eighty zillion waxed hearses here whose pleasurehorse will never stop

eh...

*
when once everybody with a sexed skin gets castrant then a bodier of a bled bird will use cocks
to soften doomy daddy deniers to swim; and a drowned hen will hereby appear cut by blue mops
Uh, once across a cunt-wynd, red sin appears ramified by saline hills;
and the accidental rapist whose dicker got hard for no personal reason uses fumblers for rocks
and, oo, an eager eaten easten sex-entertainer cums too hard
and, oo, a reader of sleep-extended sex-defamers thrums too hard for holy hoopy grave-lard
and the far off fat out sex-dead must glow, just like a glow worm glows
Uh, a rider of rats shout for clit-breads
Uh, a riser of bats shoot for slit-beds; and we will come groomy when onions in a sea-car
get head-shrunken; and, la la, weavers of hand must cause brooms to sweep lusty sea-cards

ehh. where once hostesses don sleek skirt then a stereo digital porny seed-dweeb will stir musk
across belters of kaners and nuclear slippy tawsers; and nippies found like penis-thieves must
get bellied under blithe bums and prated puller-molders; and eyers may well castrate all viscal tar

*
lover, i will cut a glazed rose down
ah, as winter shuts, then our town
will disappear into
twinned blues of daylit crowns
& i received from you something which
would never sit me down?

ohh pursed lips at love's receiver tips
a chestnut whore with a fag-fix
& a bed of wynds cuttles
coves of corpus christie- ah, trips
will surely end?

dour mental men who mend hens
don the urbane juices of
a classed city whose faithless lens
extends cauls from the bodies
& we lean into the lamplight when
bald booers bag
saucy iris-sea-crags...

from beneath a duel earth, i
suck a nut & face in to a lie.
& liars curl
into a clever red-rose ball?!

*
when all phantastic liver-clickers cause veins to swim then a baiter of a beer-rear must
rotate across a whirring bladder-bath
lo, dilators of easy frantic bottom-snickers use granite skin for rapiers; and radio lust gets
star-stampeded across nukers of shit-salvoes; and a coffin cuppa must rent paeds to pets
lo, when all our knived and country spies get seized, then a scrapper of scenters gets wrecked
by a bodier of vagina-bones; and a daffy sex heaves after fawny fuckers as desecrative god-nests
appear shadowing cunny cunt-pits with sprayers of yellow splayers.

when all phantastic liver-lippers cause felators to scram then a puller of striper strippers use desks
to janus-pierce a deviller of zippers with swabbed dicklers; and, O, as a salty circus guts mesh
then, fanny-disking, a sovereign fart-plaited head-horse heart must become stoppered
and, hahp-hah, where dizzy dominators of sheeted sheep-casts thrill, then zooing cunters will
country whip a sex-fatalist whose dippers of heated meat-masques gets boozy; and
where once a false child, made ashen, loses

then a buller of belly boyfriends may well slaughter gay riders with a lesbotic slagazine; and, illed,
as fascinators of vexy stereo bedposts, an atomised knuckling pig comes sweetening dreamed milks
and, uhh, me and my retrograde video-cousin will hereby skelter across renal evil incesters; and silks
must, when rocked, come listening to salt-shakers
Uh, once across a clock-cock, me and mind-folk scale vagina hill.
and the violators of a horse-frock will widen after sails when all fucked clocks trip too early

*
Sundering, a sea of dust has always
Sent radios to our livid cells
& bad cage 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...

*
these are our raggy days when belly pullers extend spies for soldiers; and the canted handlers of blue mouths
will, craned, fuse clay women to telly kissers; and, o, where we cum too fast we must accuse mouths of browning
La, we must sunderise duked dames
La, we must fragmentise puked beasties; and a hand on an eardrum comes shooting till weedlers come
scar-softening belchers of nuked beauties with demnotic demonisers; and, oo, weepers will cry for mums

these are our ragged days when belly builders, reneged, get pistolers used by knife-hydrants; and guns lunge
directly across a hooved bridge; and, lo, irises that cunt-fuck a ladeller comes serving souse to dead lungs
La, we must sunderise duked dames
La, we must fragmentise naked blue-brains; and it is diamond-dated that women spew for raped screw-faces
La, we must hereby supper for moon-drakes and cunny racers.

these are our daffy days when minxing phlegm-fathers crusade for carrion clothes; and riders of lost aces must
carry clay-cold chesty cavaties to swift salt-breaths where old kids breed; and doctors ride from loss when lust
gets easily porn-pinioned; and dolters of lipped lifts will scare gold kids with evil photo-walls; and painted musk
comes cretinising daggerers with rustic phlegm-bosom dusts; and, oo, as we swill milk-drawl we will
enpassion codal hearsers whose layerers of skin-blossom gives to hissed rusks

OO.

*
15/21/2021

work-in-progress title: The Dupers of Doomed Denims
first draft poem then poem-song

the dupers of doomed denims must render pigs as sweet as a human sty
O, movers of sweated opal skins will shout out aloud when a sea of eyes
gets force-fed to aged oval bins

the dupers of doomed denims must surrender to sweet kids; and tithes
will, once shopped, star-load a muscler with spare ribs; and acrid skies
get forced to feed from egg-limbs

oo, once along a mad time, i overheard the dead as flat earth kicked in

the dupers of blown medicines must send piggies to sleep; and wives
get cauterised then widened
the and, lo, when boned scissor-skin cuts sin then a pool on a cliff slides
kodaks from pussy slides when a camera of men gets lost in lens-brides

the dupers of blown medications must rent bum-juice to hotel sex-prides
and, once weepers groan, a dusted city-scent must accuse eyeless tides
of drink-drownings beds with lusted dizzy bent busts
oo, dupers of dizzy heads will succour flowers with tossers; and cusps

get vinegared by sizzlers; and mentalis uses jams for buttery kid-rusks

*
blue rooters of blood-paedicines get layered with evil dirtiers; O, busts
come shattering; and greyers of pets appear flavoured with sweet lusts
O, a dripper of a drop-tank gets lopped
O, a stripper of a sad wanks appears latent; and odes to easy loss
gets canny for sex-canneries; and de dead queen's fairies will boss
a bodier of hands and seasands

blue rooters of mud-cabins will use heaven to treat a blue world
La La: we ooze for soft skinners
La La: we booze, and when cocoa crucifiers cause god's girls
to supper after islands; and, oo, as metallers forge dogs then
shakers of fathers will cut a wine bone from whores

*
dupers of daring darlings come routing missiles, o, a naked fever
appears bonced; and, o, sun-riven outelbowers get led to dreamers
La La, a walker of wankers stun rhythm where a dead-end's fingers
cause hands to rest on gales; and, lo, easy hairs will abuse killers

dupers of darting starlings come pecking cat-smiles; and rivers must
loosen drakes while hinds spin; and easy rat-dials will form new lusts
from fatherers of wild brigands; and outelbowellers suck crusts
and, ladied, lemoners will suck ham as cheesers spread for drillers

*
oo and the dead queen's pet canary appears fed to wedlocks
oo and the red king's dead mammary uses titties for sex-frocks
and, la la, the sides of my moon must shine no more; and ducks
come using baited brain-boats for eyers
oo, and a cremated dumb priest uses fires for pyres when fucked

and, once fragmentised, naked meese get sunk under urine as muck
comes hooting after female coprotism
and, once fragmented, renal confusions gives head to bird-muck
and, o-la, weepers will hereby suck for pigs whose sties use dust
to worship a keen cleaned unclean bumpy braided mind-body

*
buddies at birthdays will extend a grass buddha to a holy field
ah: where dolly-dogs quake, i will forever summon beds from fields
o: buddies at birthdays will expand dreamers with a shaken mind-field;
and, once glazed, issuers of hot highs will forever sodomise plum-peals
o: when dizzy cogs get snaked, then blowers of fevers don lime-wheels

buddies at birthdays will extend a glass buddha to a haloed yield
o: hot grey loons come home very ill; La: a digger of iron seals will
come layering dolts with stone
ah: proctors to sylvan chuch milk-swine get queasy when bolts fold
underneath blue sheaths and dog-colds

ah, once fragmented a dippy homogenous face will sunder grey-gold
uh, once sexless and rented, a paster of bud-boys get led to fast gold;
and, oo, whenever the sky got sun-crafted, then bled men will ensoul
head-fleeces; and summery winter wine fuses hectors to angel: o, coals
use bendy deniers for the last of the great suspenders; and devil molds

will hereby scatter glued ghosts upon salty seed; and fishmen died?

Aladdin plays the field
, paladin pushes asses into robed seals
And, here, there is a dyed void
And pout boys will sweat inside a void
And we shall dig for fat fingers
And we will drain molls from mongol rivers
.
.. ahhh men...
de-seat is spind?!!!...

*
here, in this noosed void, entertainers of crowded gypsy children
once made holy in face and form, hit to a genius caravan dance
o, when beds burn up, then caverners of de blue penis, papers will
wrap a timeless plastic funnel
o, when devs get coiled, boys, centred, use flaps for vagina-hill;

here, in this noosed void, flowers inside fried teas get led to milled
bready achy-baity baker-butcher ava mary; and bees get fed to peppers
o, where twixed hands cross, then wideners under trees must thrill
and, where pickers burn, a voluble dicker in saucepans gets filled
with bladderwrack and factional green murders; and asexual cock-krill

here, in this noosed void, grimacers, melted, mete masts to cities
here, in this lemon-void, a sex-mictioner, belted acedes sperm to biddies;
and, once mind-voided, a dead catkin dealer causes hens to arise
o, where dizzy ermines become furry then milk-choked brain-arteries
come spitting aside vermin; O, a daddy saucer will spill lea-and-perrins
directly across mums where some patering matriachy gets sliced
beneath blue cars and tea-leaves

the bee-netted wasper men who fry hornets for dinners will seize
a distancer from coppice men; and eyers of hairnets rise from pies
and, oo, me and madam camal and master-mistress naples gets stied
aside a motorless honda spy-car that led women fists to boar-sties; Oh,
as we become chalk-chomped, weavers, abed, must
use a chopper of a bled lung to tremulise a scrapper with cups

here, in this naked Void, a parenter to nude silence will crush sluts with
ivied cafeteria hearts; and a vase-headed dude must licence men with a
draking wild world
and, sss, me and mentalists do not use bones for girls; and busy cars
become a nuclear body-burner
and, once ripplered, weepers will shed big rocks from weeping stars:
and here, ride-whipped, a coaxer of breads will bless a bloomer: scarves
dare not drop

dead. but death is the mutative fact of thumbs that wee for rainbows
ah, a wiper of demure and decorous traps ratter-tat from windows
ah, the desiring fuck-bled cum ushering cracks from hired meadows;
and a bender in a city screen must cause film to flail
ah, a swiper of decorous demureness gets flaxen where dreams fail;
and a baited bather of a nun becomes flannelled down
and a sacred river under mums becomes fathered by cracked ground
and, la, as messengers of thunder become wittering, then head-sails
cum too deep for aaron's words

here, in this voided bed-world, i use empirical bums to cause zen
to sex-mount an ideal clotheshorse; and memories of claws will end

and ravens shout out aloud for henna desks and indian blue men.

Ahhh

*
vinegar ties have to appear strangled by wide bees; O, bent leas
burn, burn, and schism tears flail from eyed beer; O, bled beads
banish bridesmaids to bleary veils when tawny salt years relieve
all banders of bollockers with hagging buds and dirty sex-teas.

the banker at the edge of sleep seals suicide money for sleaze
o rankers at the sedger of sleep seal murder money for dweebs
and a bolter in a dredger naps upon mamma a poverty sun-heeds
a whoring spastic mac that dons a spastic spoon; and weirs breathe
aside moisteners of rats and ermine plastic dunes; and fear reads?

uh uh uh tut tut ah ah ah. I soak a peg in a boat and waves
ripple over carmine cigars; and a salvaged bed rocks red graves
uh uh uh tut ah ah ah. I soak a dreg in a dustpan when murders
moltenise macadamed madams with bloated drams and purdahs
and peeing shit-eating wizards bathe dollopers with carved fevers
uh uh uh tut tut ah ah. I soak a dev in a gravy boat and mirrrors
glister under cock-dams. I poke a squid with navy ropes and riders

rollock demnotic flavas to fierce sleep where daddy boys slide
aside my closed world where unearthly sheep net mess with eyes
..

*
these dummy days where i do time for midnights
will summerise clays
from ruddy rude muds; and a naked sea of tights
cause grimey baddy fist-nets to hit empty graves,
and, oo, a naked fatalist
gets smiling when fast-mad-racists use trade for
nazi muck

these dummy days where i do time for daylight
will winterise braids
o, a simmery knave snares eyed altarlife,
and, fucking, blazed heirs don mental rice:
and eaters of mixes stare
directly in a wild cat's lovely feline hair

ah, pictures of latent larders kill nunneries
ah, pinchy puckerers
drag boats for drowned men when granaries
raid lopping cords
with skull umbilicals; and easy xmas-mammies

get shafted aside wax and wine; and daffies
must hire a blind taxi,
and, crafted, riders under de babies use gassers
to shift, inside green mouths
o, a candied defiler of pouts smear lashers
aside from tree-moaners
o, a randified derider acedes spheres to
ideal hollow loners

ah, pictures of latent larders kill monkeries
ah, rivers of patent bladers
drag punny mien for urban piggers when
a sirenising fataliser
shutters skins under deaf nebulisers
and, lanced, fingers use eyes for bellers

*
oo tyres under beeswax get hitched to a flower
oo spires, sundered, get lynched under bowers when
soft dire city in a sequin-town uses fingers for women
and a ladener of spun quim fuses flexes under curtains
and a paperer of walled-skin fuses deckers under gymns
O,

a pasted bell-rope that may well summon Christabele
may well pine for curt rats; and aside five graves, cells
came winter-rocking gassy grans with a lovelorn belt
and, la la, eternalising dictators must noose sweet svelte

baby-buildings; and wizeners of dust must drag seashells.

*
dupers of dairy denims will drag flags for scennted genes
o, radio muters whose spun ill comes creating gold drems
will hereby come to a snared mare which rides mind-saddle;
and defiers of mushes will rend fists from witches
and denyers of thrushes will send mists to wide bitches
and swollen star-decriers send bitumens to lost sleep.

*
16/12/2021

work-in-progress title: This Wild World is Somehow Excellently Pyramid
1st draft poem then poem-song

this wild world is somehow excellently pyramid: O, where nightjars play
this wild world, caged to clouds, interfuses ghosts with urbane cold clay
O, a butterer to faces may well spread money on toasts; and, in graves,
this wild world is somehow aquiline with red kids: O, where nightlings pray,
ruiners of girls will hereby sanctify saviours with dragglers of eyes and graves

pronounced dead, i reveal a transitory tear-drop come crying after chicken
O, a ladener abed will, steeled, come whispering after lyons under kitchens
La, a masoner to hills will forever transmutate dogs into sirens; and pigeons
appear all too wise; and riders of feathers will resound for tears in missions;
and, wended, we will use lovers to sever reels from wastegrounds

*
this wild world is somehow insistently pyramid: O, where sweet cars play
this wild world, raised from shrouds, interfuses with urban easy sea-trades
O, a buttery sky-sofa gets accidentally revolving round the sun will use clay
to scutter; and easy madams, always dissolving, dig for guns when tea-trays
get hurled from a fatal cliff; and intransitory kids will use figs for gin-trades

pronounced deaf, i reveal a dizzy family where a shyer of fists must sun-slave
a bodier of bounced bed-burners with an early erection and a city of knaves
O, a buttery sky-sofa gets transcendentally arisen from dead cocks in prison;
and a bedder of a borstal boy gets summering after boot-campers; and blades
appear bended while some strange hostage monument uses bruised lays

*
here, in this wet void, i espied a holy sex-demon shearing god's ears away
here, inside wet boys, i espied a hated cock-season shearing love's easy grave
ohm, a bastard in a smile will don drapers while diggers of evenings use laves
to sunderise a spooler of a spooner; and smilers rid deaths with pistols; O, braves
will, once decanted, serve beery butcher-bakers to dizzy eagles; and, O, slaves
come shouting out aloud

here, in this wed void, i espied a holy death-diamond forced to sink stone; Lo,
metallers in sweet mentalis must surrender sex to basins; and bed baths slow for
a drappler of meats; and servants to defenders will slink for hands; O, easy wars
will get strangled...

*
this wild world is somehow pealing at the seams; O, faces under weather-charts
must, here and now, use crowds for ceilings; and riders of thunder use grey hearts
to scatterise a candid puss for a building; and eyers of drivers use green carts for
the muted mutilatoed stella grange that lead bikers of god; and we shall use claws to
fragmentise a naked puking town where citied body-bakers cut across blind hurt

here, in a sexed void, a supervisor of deniers must use cunt for rippers where hurt
comes showering beds with instantaneous lust we must give spunk to a stink-skirt
o, where a baker of lead-cribs comes butchering caked meats and pie-eyers, squirts
must serenade the rigid dead with guns; and gunneries in heat get shot for crude

badly bone-hand-bleeding; and, la la, wiveners cry for sin when doctors kill dudes

*
here, where mod minds smell, we will simperise after candiers and coffee-lights
here, where bod mind swell, we will simperise after scamperers and toffee-nights
O, a nakedness in mind tells trees of hills; and fatherers, tortured, dam altarlights
O, a paster to a funfair funeral becomes rammed with sweet forcers; and tights
appear panty-strangled; and easy female granite must use heat to scan for kites

here, where odd minds thrill, we will extemporise mothers with grave flowers
here, when mad hearts thrill, we will extend greyed mummas with sweet towers,
and, la la, as madam canteloupes fills for hens then chocolate hearts will shower
to slenderise eve and adam with frightening teas and warrens underwater; O, dowers
must spend a horse-purse on hot choired bled clotheshorses; and easy friars will
tauten legs with dismemberers; and, la la, we must seize shiny susan till hills

fall to sodden earth: Uh Uh Uh: we will forever come standing under evil mills

*
here, in this sad orb, i espied a draggler of a moon-sign causing mad personifiers of interfusing
diddlers, eye-spined, cum ravelling under magog
Uh, a chaser in swift lungs will forever and eternally sunderise mad loss with red gods
Uh, here, once voided, a rider of fields stab sweet money
Uh, here, once goaded, a rifler of weals grabs teats from a vast and dying drunk family

here, in this sad orb, i espied a dragoner come shouting at a night-ship; O, dizzy memory
will hereby cut out; and, woven from daggers, easy knife-crows will come abusing daffies
here, inside smutters, gorgers of Bethlem will sunderise egg with a scambler; and doggies
get endlessly sweetened; and lovely lily animal-gods heard me once
O, a saddler of words expands an illiterate world where all literate folks get scared

ha, a scratchman has to render neon ghosts from doomers; and fashioners will brain-snare
a steppering stairway; and weepers, closed, must rod-raid mooners with greyed pears

Uhhhh

*
the templars whose whirling numbers fall must enter grey champagne into mourning
O, when old booze gets world-sundered, then a pusker of pled pain gets warming
easy falsified boot-shins; and, lo, where kids end, then a closet hunter of ceilings
hereby saunters then dies
and, la, here, in this void, lime curds and pigeons get star-combined; and killings
will, once seared, get scarpered across lambwhites and kiss-guppies; and eyes ride
directly across a lashwide stare; and writhers, spiked, cum shouting out aloud when ties
become pickled under cinema daughters
O, when gold booze gets earth-numbered, then a caser of vitamins will use Ides to
dress a room of marriage to a splendid devil; and a divorcer of sweet sin digs de blues
then a fascist fornicator will render an evil hill
and, while creeping, a peeker on a rode toy stiffens after doomy darny deniers; O, truths
may well become, once wived, as easy on god's eyes than the shooter of sun-cooks

and, ooo, a stranger to a fast gill-world thrums for a gin-bath; and suicides dream
and, ooo, a manger of vast ill-bood comes scattering holy excretia across screens; and, La,
we will pollenise goat with ghostled Love; and the pacers of dolly features use film for
indolenting head-heart-cock-mind with bladdering maze-derangers; and splendid whores
sky-scribe for dolters of rock-swine; and, uh, gravellers, sprayed, become ill with whores
and, once along a cocker, a spine-horse became the ladeners of a grey Void where claws
came sinking slinkers aside daft thrifty hand-dames
and, la la, we will halter as we snap; and all sexy cherriers will hereby crack, like a vein
ooo, as we weave a naked woollen egg-slice to berriers then hills will hereby use pain to
helter aside skillet scrappers and the seasawn dicky winky dummy droolers who whip screws
and, under porn-Zulu, a compartmentaliser will use a pig for a baby
and, once across a closed zoo, we will render doll-sap as sweaty as a burned soft ruby

Uh Uh Uh. i wished farewell to fuck statues then waved hello to a nuclear piss-Lady.
Uh Uh Uh. i kissed a prayed bell as madam naples fed baby
and, enprismed, a cellular prison-knell caused me to use brandy
to beer-pollenate daffodillers with p'lice cells; and odes to families
becomes star-sainted with bird-brooks
Uh Uh Uh i wished farewell to fucked statues then waved hello to
perpendicular harnessers
and, once we have been crisscrossed, we will strap pests to vagina

Eh?

*
this wide woven mind which listens to the rain
has the nice side of a moon vixen
o as sadness slides from a foxy siren, red grain
slaps a cured tooth of hidden miction
& rolled mitching boys on the cliffs
supper after eagled gold toys fasten lips
to naked nudist breaded slits

the amp of a dancer drinks our world- Ohh
the cunt of death's dancer
cans crawled cold heat under a navy girl
...
this wode of a wild mind hisses under toothed
redulent brawls where children play
ah- a rose of dolls plants a tree where claves
cry for wintry pee-pay

.accidental moon men suck on slashed gems,
& a doddery druggard of cut dugs hit phlegm
& a saviour of bitter light
snaps a swine-germ-bone!

this wetted river sloane who spies upon rain
rocks a petrol planet
& a skied horse of gannets grasps to magic
evil porny pundits
...
oh a wise hill of dead hymns rots tablets
& we feed on clit-dried midnight...

uhnn!

*
aahh an aldebarren blackberry feeds choker cherries to coded guns
o as ashen eye-talons entertain diseases with ferries
then accidental dunes, maimed, hasten to rigs as bended man-suns
cloister forever under racist scummers
la a digger of genes rotates across layers of kited winters
and rodeos in red dreams dilate for blinded river-pokers
and a radioed fish in a mod mind dreams of killers whose floaters
cum sandal-stirring peated meat inside veinmost killer coaters

ahh an aldebarren blackberry yields moper ladies with fairy thumbs
o as waxen wenders of fishmeals mend a bloated cunt with scrums
then a loach in a bended cage brags for bloated scissor-pigs. Drums
get gelling heaven glucose to slags who borrow mirrors from scum
and, maced inside, a darling darting girl glows just like a worm and
dummies drag smaltz for deaths as a pealer of pearlers extends sand to
softening brain-bolts which snap marzipanning dealers across jams
oo a shelterer of demented strangers sups a porn-pup as weedlers
lambast dilators with cherishers of sluts and sawn jades.

*
Of love told simply, truth must vie
to traitor the circle of the maniums of living;
forever, the dive in the dimpled brain
must spleen to methalated the skeins of giving.
living on beneath the rose-defaming seas,
enough times over, the anger of the father
has wreaked its theft at the ancthers of the trees,
the remnants of the lover, endless as the mother,
no man in macadam remaining.

Heal of Abaddon, the dutch clap of love,
real as the tide in the bud of choosing,
stocked to the heights of the dead in flight,
raped at the wheel, must cancer losing;
capricorned over, man in double solder,
soldiered in mind, must teeter the summer,
the laughter in the womb, den-eyed as doom,
endless as the coil of the winter's master.

The heel of Abaddon, busted in bud,
hordering schemes, must film dementia,
as damp as dry, the tooth about the eye
of the spider in the web, subventia

The dawn comes easy to banquo,
his blanco blanket draining off to sleep;
enough is the sleet of the horses in the street
and the collared drug of the chemical Nile.

18/21/2021.

work-in-progress title: The Ricketing Spine of a Cocking-Horse
1st draft poem then poem-song

the ricketing spine of a cocking-horse must sink a butter-blaze under floral fire
o, a laden conniving moon-child gets sharpening
and, ah, we will seize the clay-coiled day issuing tigrons to breeding soiled evenings
and, la, we will use deaths for oils

the ricketing spine of a clocking horse must stink when a sweet knife uses tyres to
star-puncture vines with robbers; and veinous eyed gem-fleets use germs for bruises
and, oo, as we dance then we break on through; and dinners in snoods must spoil

*
the ricketing mind of a cocking-horse must sink a budderer under evil death-pyres
o, a craven horser of a dune-child gets hardening
and, la, we shall use wine to toast pets as shardening fevers sunder devil buildings;

the ricketing wynd of a coaxing horse must spin for head-ponies; and spleenings
will come lacing shoes with flowers; and headpieces, stored, get stuffed by feelings;
and, oo, we weep after drips; and, O, a doctor to whores gets cemented to burnings

*
the ricketing spine of a penis-horse must sink into wynders; and, La, screenings
come boneward now; and, oo, hearse will stink
la la, a patient to jesu-allah get moved from hills where asexual fingers drink
demure decorous sex-champagne
O, we will extemporise burps with pain as we sink then rise again

ther ricketing tribe of a fanny-force must sink into cinders; and, La, killings
come homeward now; and, once laid, we come to rivers where tongue-illings
feel up a spastic's sweet spoon; and we will wet wards with hair
O, and a pliant sainted god-wound reels for meals as dogs with prayers must
rotate in a revolving acid-bath

*
the ricketing drivers of green toad-idlers must come hissing; and cosy closet drivers
will hereby shoulder meat-amps; and, oo, a ruster under kissing wees across riders
and, oo, whence mind-beds burn, easy breakers of tundra must cause heads to sunder
blue brain-accosted serial rappers whose holy mantra use prayer for human fevers

the ricketing sharpeners of mean ghost-grinders must come pissing; and coast-lovers
become shingle-buried in a glass beach where a daughter to crying lams coast-mothers
and, oo, whence swine-breads come sex-sliced then a spiller in dying crashes for brothers
and, o-la, we will use meat-perfume for the mad-men whose growl radios burn fingers

ahh, a fattening female terror must extemporise body-pieces with naked sweet cinders

*
the ricketing bendered bum-city-aces get abusing fat charts with atomic bone-binners
La, a softener, entered, uses hand-leg-signs for wheelchairs
La, a soddener, centred, uses heart-head-wine for gin-glare; and a mose under spiders
must forever spin gossamer from a web-city
and, La, we will fight the utmost folding till the end

the ricketing renter of scum-ditties hereby stops; and, oo, a nuclear user of fathers
soddenises lopped cream-bed with hot collonades and ice-creams; and pickers
must, hauled, get stinking
La, a romantic slit is seen self-abusing; O, a daisy dairy cums spurting while picklers
come shooting severely up and up
and, eased inside of memories, a sweller of lost vagina must serenade sluts

ahh, a fattening ingenious dead woman must extemporise rectilinear pups

The swift thwack of a desolate grave grinds grist as
Shrill and maiming faces fade inside foods and glass
this shivering granite clave
carries oak to stoned elms, and tyburns under grass
grease gloss with money
ssss

the soft spurt of a fountainhead feels for veined
city spillers
and ghosts and pantries peal blood and skeined
river rippers
O

A cave in a moled head heeds horsed snippers
La, a navel under bed
Cuts an impassable cord from slivered
Whores and dregged
Female zippers
…..zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Here, there is meths into cocoa,
O here, where suns dress, a p’liceman
Writhes for His Panda
And the seas of a bum city where
We may bleed under horses
Will mount the urban sea dead
..
I heard a potty on a pledge peering into spread
Flickering evil tongues
Ah, I oversaw a raped ledge where killers revved
Salty killer lungs
. laaa

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

*
the ricketing radio hearse that leads cars to pigeon-waters will come back home to find
skyless baby drivers of using hands for Mars
o, a flatterer of lovers drug islands when fixing calves come routing after grey minds
o, a ladener of budders use England to send hypnotic cars to heartlings; and cards
appear baldly dressed in mutton-milks

the ricketing rodeo purse that pays scent with thunder will swallow nurses; O, tar
becomes salt-spread along a xmas-easter warf and handlers of willows use guitars
to swirl gutted guitar from weavering winter-autumn-spring-summers; and rivers stir
drooly factional pee-guns from yellowings;
and, oo, a loaded incester from de quiet moon has to die

La La: fragmenters, rivered, strum a sweet wound when holders of mumma-prides
get suppery for the pitchdark where a diner of toads dines in the darkness: O, tribes
will appear reeled; and i must sweeten thumb-sausage with seagulls sadness: O, prides
become washed fast away where an evening in a cottage gets freed from wild-tribes

Uugh, the stencillers of penning pencils seem hardened; and the skies at night ride
directly aside crypts where women play; and kids charm cats where venereal eyes
get lime-pegging after gardens raised from day; and an evening underfire use jives to
soap a bathed scudder across trays from blades; and a mourner of spires must use
beery bleepers for instamatic graves

Uugh, the pencillers that lead babes to navels must
hereby star-shaft red bats with boils; and a saviour of butcher-bakers will noose
a modeller of cunt-masts
and, once across a crisscrossing distant mask, a facer of nestlers gets scooped from
cunny-money skirt-trade; and, oo, where once a scarecrow road leads deaths to guns
then enterprisers of slayers get dammed by silly river-seas; and cities under blue suns
will evidently slap a covy coast-cunt around a pornosapphic Lady

and i have seen youths and us made-up from mentalisers and persuading maddies
and, o, i have seen dudes shaving make-up from womanisers
Lo, when once a sodder inside evening cuts runts from cinematic rivers: O, baddies
appear suppering after a cuttker of a dyed bone building as diners in mirrors use drums
to star-scrutinise a lunar stainer

o, we will forever fight the furlings until the very end: O, laddies use lost eardrums to
siren for grey pleasures; and once we mount a clotheshorse then a breathing mule moves
amazing sweetening active wildlife to fascinating love-tears
and, once rivered, i will hector dead christs with laden lyons and beautiful tigers.
and, once shivered, i shall restore dead christs with pretty crickets and ant-hirers

Uh Uh: a mad man whose trip to Osiris got glutted hereby dwells with horus-sesh?

*
Forever, the foal-black berries on the serried trees of dreaming,
teetering the fallowed marshes under, raze like rapine thunder,
the sun burned red with her cruise of reason, the compulsive moon,
suckling at the bedhead's breast, wharving the oceans of number.

Dreamed over, love punishes to prove her matrial axes real,
eternal as this song of slumber, maternally warmed in zioned fires,
dense as the fogged skeins of fusion, mad as the gladdening rain,
light turned molten, each word under river lightning, hearsing over
every beat of the stars in the curved mouth of haloed, healing summer,
coiled, curled, combed on the heavenly expulsions of the moored
flail of the veil in the supine grail, endless, steeled, wheated as weeping...

All sing for the sum drum in the foxed cavern of catacombed light,
pray, sing for the spring, come, knell the bells; teach this life to end!
For man who is torn of woman can only seal his faith with rape;
so too, the thunderthral of the sooted son in the sembled mall,
parrying naveward, marrying graveward, can merely yield to dying

Forever, this, the map of bleeding, codes her wheys with pisces,
each river of riven proof, as slanted as the psyche in the moon!

*
when once a mummy's sex-cloth feeds devs then
thin pure eyes are pierced by blind fucking dregs
& once above a bled body we hear bound legs
layering hairs with creamy cardial cuppers
& a drip of skin-mauled kids
nooses a saline scissor-angel for raped gold birds.

swarthes of heroes hear hired hilled whore-words
treating cocks with blenched beesting-gizzards
& the signal dark drags a pissy pled sex-hard
inside kissy brines where vaginal blonde bars
gaol goosy gagged geezers under yellow curves.

the queasy burning of december fire-boys wires
cedar meagre yearning under thunder-pyres,
& we ride for a weeper's mod radio
o, we punish christs with creamy capped rodeos,
& a wife of wets swallows soil-soothed pillows
..
the crumplers of coated ken shut a straw-rolled
writhy rogue rose-pactive inside a shed of gulled
killer dunes

& a bedded burnt moon cuts a daffodil-fold's
bladder city that raises rizlas from salt-slowed
fever runes...

we smoke to the cherry past as dollies under roads
unravel into hipped midnight nude moon-minds,
& a mean mango wurzel mashes a cuttled cold,
instant town, where a coffee-toffee cancer-foal
folds seaweeds into car-diving kelpies..

*
these ricketing pocket days where we study just how to cry will hereby cherish
daddy dictators of clay-caves: O, when heads hit time then a rolling clock-sex
comes shooting knives across de grave
Oh, a naked nimble pharoah gets glanced across cellves where city-star-wrecks
come whimpering; and, uvulaed, weepers cross wells with easy girly-skunk-desks
Oh, a wicked thumble meadow appears fed to dross when easy dilly sperm-rests
come gossiping; and, la la, we shall use deaths to crisscross chillers
and chillers go overboard from the night-ship that leads barks to de pinnaces
and riddlers, made marble, drum for light-ships
and piddlers, made idle, thrums for ignitions when a nuclear bodice slit must
spin from east to west;

two scars on some delved cheeks must rove for china chicken; and grey gusts
will, once carved, most certainly sodomise a driver of Ma Marie; and tisk-tusks
must hereby don a shadow-helmet for cubbies of liars; and rodeos under pucks must
adorn a naked mind with carnivals; and eyers of distancers drool for thunder; O, cusps
get spreaded upon a pleasure-hearse
and, la la, i will sear gum with erse where a terminal mind-machine came oozing dusk

Eh Eh Eh. I have arrived back at my old home to find dead men living there
ahhhhhhh. I have arrived back at my new home to find young babies living there
Eh Eh Eh. when once the kindred imbeciles drag vaults for mums then father-fear
may well doctor a muncher with infant dilators; and we must sue sands with radio

.Wot/. Wot

*
and me and mother moon get pushy for red Aslan
and diggers of water-bees cum stinging humble wasps: England
appears deified; O, a signal office will unscent a female garland,
and, oo, where once a strickener fries red knickers then Aslan
gets poem-deified; and a holy mutator gets peeky while England
gets fed to genius Ireland
and, oo, as the gods of Wales wed the christs of Scotland, sand
may very well drift from nine spastic hands

*
Heal of Abaddon, the dutch clap of love,
real as the tide in the bud of choosing,
stocked to the heights of the dead in flight,
raped at the wheel, must cancer losing;
capricorned over, man in double solder,
soldiered in mind, must teeter the summer,
the laughter in the womb, den-eyed as doom,
endless as the coil of the winter's master.

The heel of Abaddon, busted in bud,
hordering schemes, must film dementia,
as damp as dry, the tooth about the eye
of the spider in the web, subventia

The dawn comes easy to banquo,
his blanco blanket draining off to sleep;
enough is the sleet of the horses in the street
and the collared drug of the chemical Nile.

a carafed dreamer, the dugs of cystic mary,
ruby as the rotten, duns the fog to undermine,
every fox of veils in the railer of the nails
vixened in the coptics of the Rhine.
The data of eden is true:
only one man breaks through;
The dictum of the son is sourced:
only a woman's forced.

*
poetry & science are much the same
the dichotomy is the Void between.

*
19/12/2021.

work-in-progress title: Xmas Potato With Frozen Blues
1st draft poem then poem-song

these are the catty days where a dreamer of damasks leans across the sea
Uh, as a babby under hair shares rivers with molluscs then
a fattener, rubied, gets snared across mirrors where dead men eat bees
and, mouse-minxed, grey pets cause a cordion amniot to abuse false trees

these are the catty days where a dreamer of ant-nests sting buds with leaves
Oh, a candifier of graves uses eyes for slaves as pullers of rings cook leas
and, la la, meddlers in staged ovens receive a bled gate from a loser's seed
and, mouse-ringed, sweeteners of bed-onion get stirred under blue teas

*
these are the batty days where a driver of monasts leers across five seas
uh, a biddy under pears snares dust where a leaper of shears causes beads
to fall; and a mamma under stairs uses eyes to pepper god; and odes to trees
will, here and now, sunder p'lice spears with de paper lud; and minds in quays
come sharpening heads with thunder

these are the batty days where a driver of sweet crusts peers across lost seed
uh, a body under hair scares lust with air, and a damager of de cross feeds steeds
wtye
ith a lunar bodice; and eyers of pigs will rend a flava from easy pan-peas;
and riders i soffits must come gearing after kitchens
and, oo, a ladener of musks seems sundered and wasps get stung by sirens

*
these are the dizzy rodent days that lead caps underwater; and easy tigrons
gut gusted while a bodier of clays must heave for doctors of giddy cisterns
O, a baiter of sweet coddlers get crushy and daughters of daddy basins must
come silencing beds with meddlers where,
slashy, a digger of bread will come slicing bears with gilded body-busts

these are the fizzy parenters whose lousy children will surrender to tears
Lo, as timelessness dick-centres evil pervy reason with centaurs then spheres
must, once crucified, stick a deviller aside grey sons; and, oo, we will shear
muskets from elderly antique ears; and corn-beefers hereby die all years

*
the reveries of lime-tree boughs will come to a nude brook where faces flail
O, devilries of brain-trees will come to a rude nook where stasis fails: O, ale
will get mud-swallowed as hills come to a bruised rook
and, la la, eyers get wiffling for sweet suns and nosers
ooo, a desultory mad whore-child must surrender lasers to kissers while veils
come shouldering hands with killers

the reveries of lime-tree boughs will thrum for guns; La, a laden sea of sails
becomes hustling for birds and bowers; and when oaks and elms grow nails
then a rider of rodeo radioed head-flowers will supper after toaded sky-rails;
La, as we destroy our celling sea-selves we will get shended by rogue-tails;
and, oo, we must silence blue peace
and we must, beneath violence, drag bells for peace

*
the revelries of limey lemoners will come to a rude nook where laces fail
O, centuries of easy wiveners will come to a rude book where readers sail
directly adown a myslexic mind-stream
and, once deckered, weepers must sun-wind aside dogs and felime dreams
and, la, a bright bled world appears screened
and, la, a brightening girl appears reamed; and a female voce comes using
ideal fathers for mamma vales

the revelries of mingy meloners will come to a rude rook where robins mail
a whole history of words to a forgotten blind address; and rulers of dales
will, once spent, scatter kingdoms across tablers whose xmas droolers nail
pissers of lovely tinsels to wonderful santas and the glad grottos seen in grails
and, oo, we must winge for wingers as we must feed all elves and dwarves
and, swooned, eyers will peer from cinders

and, lo, weavers of cryers get woven into pillars while dangerous sleighers
get widening xmas potato with frozen blues; and, O, we must use killers to
forge ideal visitors of christmas from coves and caskets; and cellves ooze dudes
and, uh, riders of gunny reindeer must soften
and, uh, riddlers of bummy berry-beers must soften

and i have entertained festive picklers with winter gardens while raven-roots
ease gabs across yuletide xmas jocundities; Ohhh..

the crumplers of coaxed men snap an old head
o a rumplet of roped chilled hens
wraps a guilty ghost about the moon- O, the dead
swallow-hang the fathers of a rained gem,
& a wizener of women whips a horse-fed
doggy on ashen wards.

when once a mummy's sex-cloth feeds devs then
thin pure eyes are pierced by blind fucking dregs
& once above a bled body we hear bound legs
layering hairs with creamy cardial cuppers
& a drip of skin-mauled kids
nooses a saline scissor-angel for raped gold birds.

& a bedded burnt moon cuts a daffodil-fold's
bladder city that raises rizlas from salt-slowed
fever runes...

*
when queasy burning december-fires get poked by fathers then
mammy moon-minds must seremonise a sea of soaks to children
o, where dizzy yearning december-pyres get stoked by saviours then
easy xmas dromedaries use a dead xmas spire; and christmas children
will, once skinned, become eagle-gifts around a sweet mistletoe garden

when dizzy yearners light holly-fires we will idolise eyes with women
oo, as dazzlers burn, midnight fairy-fires will revere mice with chicken
and a petrol pussy goose-turkey gets soaken across festivals of women
and, la, as musclers burn, midnight reindeer-drills will dig snow-kitchens
uh, the radios of crackerers tune to lost hymns where carols force vixens
to scatter ice-crows across sweeteners of drummer-heirs

and the rotators of rosy romancers kiss prancers then antlered ice-prayers
will, right here and now, shrill across lips that expand mincers to pie-prayers
and golden fizzy godheads thrill as crossed christmas crypts
must, when easy, get stormed, and a ganderer of rocky trips says kid-prayers
and evil deriders of happy children will die out eternally now

OO when queasy burning december-fires get poked by sisters then god's men
will sirenise xmas heavens with dissembling xmas-pyres; and de king's men
must soften sleigh-rides with fortitudes of animals and holy reasons

Uhhhh

yes, & as for the graves under salt-tips
we must surely squander
visual vast lips
o as we dig for naves, then ashed strips
must wallop Fathers
& a bren of iron eats into spun sleep
& blown badgers die, die
Ahhhh
& a rat takes it at the tooth
& drawled dumb sex-dudes
swagger after
moon deniers
although the sun is shaped from wine
eyes will always
don mental dune-spines
& a rosy rill of screens rattlers under
watery wounds where closed graves
run green beds out of sundered
sallied sleeves
.
marked by fished nets, we turn for light as life
lingers within caged killer christ
O a bulge of broads stabs a hot biddy
& a nickled knife-life
lays red balls to musical fire-diced
doggy dangers?
yes, we will count on vents where body-blues
bleed blue halls to silent death

*
swollen sloe-beads cause meady bee-baskets to veer across gold seasons
Uh, as roman sweets force meady mullers to sear across gilded snow-serums
then a chatterer of toothed sauce sunders blue tears with apes and snow-serums
Uh, as trojan mulers get coarsed, then an icy sea of snow-lids under crow-serums
becomes travelling for freezer-parks and chill-anointed with cavers of sloe-serums

when dizzy berry boys get roasted like chestnuts, a shriller of loves interfuses guns
with a mistlethrush; and a wodener of roasted duck-cups ripplers for stuffed-drums
O, a slayer of xmas rock appears sirenised with frigid cats whose holy snowed gun
loosens up for elvins and signal sigma spiring love-pelted snow-cats
and this side of a dark jocking santa-world will extemporise crows and love-bats

oo when swollen sloes get forged from roasties, then a hellish holly hole will clap
directly across a festive viola-owl; and the painters of de holy grotto-belly will snap
ingenious wintry kodaks with wideners of sainters
and, sky-thrown, snowy buddy snowbrawls get softening at a long dead fire-cat

*
swelling, eyers of frantic cruets get sourcing red salts with ochre-pepper
O, milking, tigers of manic suets get forcing grey vaults to combed paper
O, some dramaturgy in a sail, cosmotic histrionics appear fed to casers
swelling, eyers of panickers come scattering nut-roads where defacers will
dizzly cut then strip all guns; and a frozen sky comes snaring defilers with
de easily murdered; and, ah, weepers may well weep suns where false kids
get buttering bulls with cow-clans

O, drillers of molls kid across handlers where forgotten islands get squibbed
by a moltener; and, eh?, we utilise coral pears for pearls where model ribs will
forever meld sky-sexed cock-psoriasis with Hector and aged blue Lady Heels

swelling. eyers of tantric pelmets get forging bed-salt withe poker-lepers
O, as minds flow by, then a milk-raid must spread colts across porkers
and the sacredness inside gems will soften jams where a naked sea of wheels
gets washed up from evil salt-wives; and, oo, i must watch the bedded wheels
and, la la, scutterers of devils drink to rams when dramatic vinegar coke-wheels
abuse de yellowers of de god-tawse; and whippers use ears from caned weals

ahhh, the cockerel in the dead form of chanticleer will summon buds from meals
ahhh, the puny dolls who get affixed to toys and masters shall forever seal
all blurry blue brawls across the steely sidlers of pasters; and, oo, grey seals
get sunken down, down, down into a shrunken gob that guts spittle with peal

Huh

*
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.

ideal moneying monast men get evilly fed to priest-holes; O, a dad in a cave
gets lynched; and the ginny pets in god's bed will sermonise cats with aged
feline-canine-zebedees; and a holy fast gives rise to hills and in a snapt cage, rage
gets snuffling around brigands; and a pisser who lilts for poo-powers will raise ducts
from criminal stasis where a blorter of kissers
writhes and rides: O, as the babblered bibles of butcher-drapers gets read to de rose
La, and pinny-pushers of de cobra-sea-rifle get leaden; and snakers of de salt rose
appears heart-mind deadened

Ohh, a mentliser sea-grounded, heaps hotels up very high
Ohh, a digital-priser guts sad soft keeps where a filthy hired street feels red-dirty:
and, underwaterfalls, we may well conspire to share guilty heat with death's eyrie

ahh, once across a crisscrossed time, tidal motorless ocean-mimes had to caress
jolted pharoahs; and easter-xmas will climb aside motherless potion-minds; O, sex
appears vaulted by easy turkey-bird; and a salinity of fathers will have to jack sex
ahh, once across a crazy neon wasp-mine, weepers had to layer cocks with sexed
daffy blackberry; and a kid in a lost wynd gets fed to weeblers as, star-crashed, Mars
will come back homeward to discover venal heads that get filled with straw
and, once defamed, tears will get displaced by bread; and yawners under wards
drop from a greyer of rock-n-soul; and riders of deaths get fused to eagle-wars

Uhhhhhhh

*
poetry and science are much the same
the dichotomy is the mad void between.

22/12/2021.

work-in-progress title: Welcome to the Scooby House
1st draft poem then poem-song

welcome to the scooby house where women play with dreams
O, use a feather-family for air
O, use a leather memory of prayer where eyes raid windscreens
welcome to the scooby house where women play with dreams

welcome to the scooby house: cum huff for mums and scream
fiercely and forevermore
O, use a father-family for air
O, use a leather memory for hairs; and get home punched

*
we will idolise granaries with thighs while wiveners open wide
O we will centralise red kids with river smiles
La, as weavers float by then a city in a dial gets raped by tide
and, uh, we will hereby silence beauty

we will idolise red cavvies where a naked cat-boy feeds off eyes
and a beller abed with rabies will slide heads under dicked spies

*
featherboys give a gooser to a finger; and idolisers of pies will
appear star-hanged
La, we will sodomise scanners where pans get roasted: O, hills
must get filled with sand; and, pinched, rammers in floats thrill

featherboys give a gooser to a killer; and idolisers of eyes will
cum sundering in seed-harness; and, la la, riders of dives will
get sunken and railed
Uh, we will sodomise a riffler with dinners while hands spill

*
welcome to the scoody house where all right things get gone
Lo, once fed to daddy, mice will scare nothing; O, sweet scum
comes shouting out aloud
and, routing, soft crowds get pinkered by clouds; and guns
use searers for lost suns; and proud skies will eat sweet guns
and, la la, we must, once spun, swiften for hillsides

welcome to the scoody house where all rights things get gone
Lo, we will weigh shadowers for hair; and rings under sweet lungs
gets sunderising
and, once pushed, jazzy bellrope will cause girls to hang: drums
lunge after slumberers; and, oo, when ills forge earls then mums

must fatten, till fat as a tom-rat; and we will raise gulls from loving
and, once star-fire grasps fat, a naked atomic disguise must strum
caviars and rented cigarettes
and, la la, a queeny with her dead canary will hoist heads from lip
and, O, eyers must rid care of beds
and, O, writhers must rid air of breads;

welcome to the scoody house where all right things get gone
Lo, rapinity, stelled, will get done
Lo, blue family, celled, will get dumb; and droolers shoot suns
with acrid acid ear-gunge
and, la la, where we roll and roll then we give head to girlies

*
stella furlers, sundered, become sweet-spreaded across mental crafts
O, bellers, curled, come cunting meat with shredded loss; and masks will
forge cells from girls
O, swellers, furled, come spunking when a daisy in a lost flower use hills
to sodomise beds with worlds; and a faceless baby gets fed to blue hills

stella furlers, sundered, become meat-rended; and riders under red heels
must, morphed, cause radical radio to scatter sindlers; and blue reels
wet weavers, washed, get stitching honey-fire for blind treason: O, wheels
must get mangled
and pistolers, strangled, come flexing sleet from snow-sleep; and meals
oftentimes get fed to old clipped dirt-angels

O, starry scissor starfields will soften crabs with venereal easy dust
O, starry spindlers, love-pilled, offer labs to kids and peasy bell-busts

O where once moist reluctance blooms, then old bloods at last
Begin to blossom in burgeoning hired glass.
Furred Christs spill fingers for the winters of a bible-past
Though mean snows are spun, and every single mask
Is seen to fellow old burrs and burials. Trees appear vast,
But on the lake, moonish flocks cry weirdly as gilt flasks
Decant summers where autumnal scissors cut girl grafts.
Soon, in brightened glades, swung palaces will be outcast
Under starwarmed sex masts: yet youth is no longer bright-
Timed, swelled youth once flared but now ignites moon-life
With belled boards and beds and bird Christ.
Of weird noon-times, lilac milk will bloom as strangled stripes
Dim to distance all sever-ending dogs when rosy rites
Exist for just dumbness or else some baited bitter blight
Where wakeful wilful wept beauty encounters bellied bites
And, inside gold, we suffer song as soulless tree mites
Utilise city microphones.
Soon, and for certain, a wood-enchanted crop of cold bones
Will serry skeined spires with beautiful gun-gloamed
Blorting blithe bubbling city cloned
Market-squares;
And we at first seem savoured but now fed to drones…
We have had our shadowed times
We have held our mean lives to mind mines…
Where first we awoke to beauty then cause and regret
Dulled us, - vast villas under unencumbering blind debt
Ravel into serpent signs
And when we think of bodies, then closed sex
Covers cunt in lashwide tits and wet death.

*
these are our mallard days where we study just how to die
these are our mallard graves; and, o, we will sirenise gold eyes to
car-slumber aside long journeys; and, o, we will pollenise fools
ahh, these are our mallard days where we study just how to fly

and, once dripped, a solid fakir gets stuck to blunt nails: truths
come fiercely while a stolid peeker wrecks muck with dun roofs
and, once shored, a solid peerer gets cut by cunt-sails
ahh, these are our mallard days
ahh, these are out chalice days

o, we have had a keen child for a sweet bow as we have trailed
beaten eaten luncheon-vouchers aside crows; and lips are veiled
by scented spy-sides
o, we have had a mean smile for a sweet crow as we have trailed
eateries of sweet eyes; and, oo, messengers use hands for tides
and, roaring replete, jackers use face-flavas for burnt brides

these are our mallard days where we study just how to die
these are our ballet days where we study dance across de sky,
and, ladied, a mourner of cities will supper for loss as de skies
appear summoning blinded bodies with a being of fire: eyes will
erode where a spiraller of rubies
comes trampling trampoline; and fazers under doobies

will hereby fascinate a fox-fly with a laser and bruised laddies

*
Malignant verses lie sin-turned and tired
and burned to bits where heaven loses meter
In the kissed and coupled score of eye and frozen fear
that shouts Hail Mary at the tip of its sotto voice,
an incensed and laughing child, alone in its heated leer
lies stamped and tranked in a lug-wormed shower
of dervished hoists, his certainty flailing and his power
in a downbeat wind, constricting and constraining,
nor ever, as its lie-lines sully and defer,
to look at the spheres and orbits maiming
Because nearby, where the hellcat girls cruise the city,
fat frozen Christ, whose helter-skelter jabbering spires
completely and tactually,
must eat the swollen fruit and strike the heads of Herod,
never to spin nor populise again
nor to topple or turvise the sermons of his bread
nor the fishes in the nuptials of his ice-clad bed.

The organpipes of heaven, I command with this ermine;
if the leaves of rhyme must starve, the treetops shall be dim,
and, as the twilight knocks
and seeks the night within,
over this festive table, I entreat the twelve-almed king.

*
these are the mallard days where sexy maladies will force feet to
fry; O, a shaper of cold-clays will, emptied, swill sauce from sleep
and, oo, the dread at hand get star-spangled urban sea-gun when heaps
come gusting guffers aside bleeders of wranglers and gemmy meats
La, as mentalisers flow for digitalisers, a strangler of jams necks peat
directly aside from dead clothes
and, La, as weepies shed saline toads, big rocks fall from all eyes

these are our mallard days where sexy memories will force sleep to
cry; O, a maker of rat-clays will, seated, strum bodies while dudes
accuse lyons of flowing directly down a bled town; and red sleuthes
will render tigrons easy as skirt-minded buddy clowns;
La, where times crow high, then a widener of lazy clowns will move
blinded bladderwrack to spiral-ginger

Uhm..these are our finger days where we vaunt mind-saddlers: oo,
cagey cell confessors will fuse march-hares with swine-gobblers: oo,
Uhm..these are our ginger clave where we vault heart-saddlers when
denuders of cars get sharpened; and stella beds in parks will extend a
draggler of cigars
Uh.. these are our finger days where we taunt ghost-goosers: oo,
caged bell-duressers wil fuse prayet to jazzy juicers; and, la, booze
forces jammy head-purses to swim for ideal rippers

the organpipes of luminous heaven where sexy melodies force feet to
acede seed from the minglers of Eden; and dilly families use ice for tubes
and, once upon a car, starry bed-reason rams jillies under babby broods

*
under loosened sea thunder, i wore
a looking-glass mind
o as nooses naped times, then wards
woofed like a lost whore
when once we heard the raw
then we sucked a nutty maw, &
eyes entertain the rich & gone....
under loosened river tinder, Man
donned a dolly's broached drams
& as a wayfarers wept, then
eager eaten riders rode to deaths
outelbowed strangers heap streams
o a bed of bended bull-ballet reams
old-facials
& a gun of splendid skull-candles
bites adown the moon??
wakeful sex nests in a bruised desk
& the flies of lifers
lock blued boys in breaded kecks
.o baking moils melt under flexed
fawny urbane castles...
huh! huh! huh!
endlessness weeps where Idols
boom inside a hollow muscle,
& cadillacs of wasted green-rivals
rot aside a fillet brain...
greasy cunny fish has
rudeness for a father
& confines of lather
soap a dilly boy?
.
oh caked baby bunting hoists
eldeberry glues!
oh faked bobby spunking heals
heat fascinating buddy flues
& bonfires built from wine
jam a jazzy jet with nude vines?
vast billies bear
a passion play
& dragged Gods never pray?
Lo Lo Oh Hah
DIE?!
unh….

*
the harpes in postmodern times drag a spooled mind-lake at bedtime
O, model porn-babies will hereby shiver for fools; and heads in sweet lime
comes cunt-eroded; and, oo, meddlers inside stools get jived to quck-lime
and, once across a crisscrosser, renders of stone-pools will don rose-bines

the harpes in postmodern times drag a rude head for snakes; oo, woodies
become scissoring while crime staggers; and breaded drapes clad movies
and, idled sky-high, a ringer of a geiger rams rodeos beneath red smoothies
and, laah, when godless winners appear fed to hotel-heroes then
menders of pulers cause babby to puke
oo, a bender of droolers study about loot as fascinating false funds hoot

and, cudgelled by wide wives, washers of jam-pots get glistering: dupes are
forcibly fragmentised; and, la la la, pictures of keen Anne must drive Mars
due west, where a soaper of cavers issues gods to Man and Womans scarves
hahh, a bibler in the dirty gravy dark gets chanted by drivers of chickens
hahh, a babbler in a filthy navy park gets slanted across future children

Eh?.,. as a cousining head-heart-cosine appears book-bled; Oh, reason must
sunderise a feast of eden when a lady's sweet fears get cognitised; O, lust
will listen while torn human tornados get gym-hypnotised: Ah, vodox rust will
centralise moggy tree-men to mellow into death
Eh?.. as a cousining head-heart-design appears cum-bled: Oh, seasons must
force winged tears to van bleeding skies; and cellves sex-up for sex pus

and the pickered pigeon men pull pulley-blood; and the ingots under lust
will hereby, staggered, stride a nutty valley; and the egits under pusscat tucks
a genius tail beneath beauty and natural feline god
Oh, a cumudgeon, bathed, gets into bed then smiles, and love kisses fuck

and, sss, nut-strewn bibblers bid a true bible a fond farewell to star-cups
and i have seen dementers arousing red Demeter

*
The inevitable child,
drowned in the caul,
taken talismanned to find
the ditchness of the fall,
revealed to the papists
in the synagogues of blood,
for the little while of raping,
as taped as metered fog;
just, the eye is tapered,
rust, the thigh is scored,
crust, the sky is rapiered,
dust, the eye is bored;
a settled flesh of gilling
the mouths of pilgrims blort,
and the fruiting gout of god
destroys to rake its snort.

Inevitable child,
man-massing lessons in moon-crease,
till the rusks deny the tongue
and the third degree is fleeced.

*
great poetry and science are very much the same
the mad bad dichotomy is the cruel void between.

work-in-progress title: What Angled Sweet Shrift Angels
first draft poem then poem-song

what angled sweet shrift angels cum shooting from a winged maw
must, strangled, get swift eagles cum shouting; and the veins of war
delimit dust-cradlers
La, a tree of boaters gets moaning while a nylon city flails for whores
o, what elbower of meat-angels appears riled underneath closed wards
and, once we are afloat, then eyers of fires will deafen the blind as swords
get slutted

oh, once along a mind in a mad false world, i espied empirical lies made
sweet as a gun; and, oo, weepies will furl brides aside goats; Uh, blades
will sirenise, here and now, the warders of a washed earth; and jetties
appear scented while gourdes gets enhearsed

*
oo as laden fascinating woodlice get captured by kings, a native to ladies
come wallowing under racist drums
oo as laden fascinating wood-mice get caged in gold bins appear stunned
by easy head-murderers; and christs slit lays wide open
oo as laden fascinating mice-light will ignite rattlers where rats in ovens
appears leaden

oo we will fight the son of pan with ogre-birds; and we shall use mutton
to set alight to easy guns
and, la la, when ochres flow then mums will hereby suck upon gardens
oo we will escape doomy fast knicker-deniers
oo we will surrender heavens to de void where a driver of killers

come back homeward to find piggies peeing; and lazy mummies may
get ousted from oat-cake; and a devil-ceiling will appear fed to graves

*
what angelled pitted outelbowed head-heart minds cumming straight home from dirt
a laser in a slitted outelboweller will force spines to die out
O, a spurter of skirters must arrive home to find a devil aside eagle drought to spurt
disorderly orbers; and the laxy lazy drome keen kids own will hereby cut a mind-skirt
O, we will forever fight the profit and loss of a dreamed pig will punch a red smurf

what angelled slitted outelbowed head-heart minds thrumming, a failure under turps
accuses lady-lobbers of stinkers and the fatalisers of loving; and odes to red hurt will
come scuttered; and, la la, the pissers of lost depravers must piss upon a lost gold-hill
O, a spurter of pursers get gammy
O, a soldier inside spurters gets crazy
and, once along a twixed mind, weavers of mazy drammers must force buds to thrill

uhh

*
oo as laden fascinating woodlice get jarred by queens, then a balder in a tall rill
must, once slaying, get head-priced; and, la, as dreams rape zen then coded mills
will, once raging, get bed-christian: O, as we weep for snakes we must use drillers to
blend lovely scrubbage with ochres of lunacies and heat
oo as laden procrastinaters eat lice then a faceless tree of meats gets felled by screws
and, once etherised, seekers of christs must set fire to peepers whose house of screws
must, hooped, renderise red sleepers from lust

what with angled archers of forcing horse and groom, a dirty fucker will use plumes
to soften cheesy monasteries with sauce and rooms; and i espied a hill come spooned
across molteners of granaries and gorse
and, la la, a muter of mammaries must cause Norse to chant de viking mantrum; and
eyeless reapers of blind silence
drop and drop while wideners of violence don glass hands

uh.. we will use taloners to centralise cigarette thrillers with huffs of cancers; and sand
appears slain by human seahorse
and, oo, my colour of saying gets wed to dark genius; and my apex-world gets dammed

*
conical smilers will forever grimace against lost times
o maniacal fathers jam pleasures when holy sun-wynds
scatter fishy faced gourdes across a citied space in time
and ashen peaches dry along the lost
and ashen leeches suck a bloodied cross
and conical smilers will forever grimace inside gloss

forcers of dementers may well abuse stone-wealthy dead Demeter; O, a sea of wives
will, slumberised, get cellars aside boned daffies;
o, deckers of pearled pets must sink buds into rubies; and a loosener of laddies must
sweeten hands with canny jewel-decks
oo, we will extemporise cavvies where a head in a neck belches; and gemmed gusts
must, once slavering, drag pools for nests

forces of dementers may well abuse bone-dizzy mod boys; and, crowned, grey musk
appears sappy aside dufflers of noosed buzzy sad boys; and, clowned, fast fuss must
seem idolised by bribes; and stolid men with de master's toys
hereby, nationalised, come weeping for hens and de father; and ochres of sex must
get peering into guns

uh..we will use falconers to star-cage a gravy ghost in suck deniers and sugars: cusps
come sharpening deceivers whose breakers of throats drag drapes for lungs; and tusks
must, once snared, scarf gluey porn-papers with evil moggy-willies
uh..we will use faloners to moon-cage a davy heel beneath grasses and dillies

forces of dementers may well abuse bone-stealthy dead Demeter; O, a tree of tribes
becomes, once shrilled, opening across motels and swingy sex-dementers; and wives
will forever sliced with wooders and hotel seasand
oo, these are our mallard days
oo, these are god's puking days; and, oo, ivories get sweated while genius graves
cause brilliant ebonies to rise forevermore

and, ah, me and my madam macadam mete streets of feeling dirty to crossed knaves

*
A time when time was out of time - then was my semester symbiosis;
a time when ancient acritudes could only just begin
to conceive babied verses in the centrepoint of love's heated veracities.

we weep after sodden head-tears where ashy word-pee-holes get ceding cusps
across dirt seed and the blue fingers of Eden

shrill after hens and chickens

*
old waxen wifeless seahorses appear wrangled under blue tears; and drivers of children
must, crushed, use mind-hearses for strangled thunder; and strewn spears will widen
wooly shies with dirtiers; and crusaders across mamma ram gods till easy women widen
O, a dizzy mazy mongolisers strum de cross where a killer on a stigmatic crisscross sirens for
a dog-scream; and, oo, we will drum after sweet hair where a dulcimer pays for washed wards

old waxen drivers of tree-horses appear strangled; O, a bunny boy-child who shoots gourdes
must, once centralised, become a gay girl in a burnt lost wood; and the reapers of bawds must
come shouting out aloud about tramplers of transmissions; and riders under grey broads must
come stella-scraping a starry television from a naked space-fuse; and dreamers drink to crusts
O, a dizzy endless trampoline become slithering until

milk-white greedy holy paddock horses come galloping till seizures of dills get crushed. La?
and greasy pylon body gets whelped by sea-lungs; and reapers of rills must knot a blue car
O, while dementers of pets come cream-spilt, a mummifier to god appears fled; O, sweet stars
get looking down on a shrilled town
la la, i espy me and you using a world of birds for you and i; and riders of bread
become, lynched, as crazed in their fast minds as fascinating stella writhers; and Mars will
hereby taunt tapestries of embalmers to a fatal horn-ghost whose deniers get masted

old waxen wivelings raise dizzy ballet-romantics either side of dumb inventors; and mills
must, once closed, cause dirty fleets to cum scalpels across numb dictators; and wheels
come star-sharpening claws with scalp-pleats
O, weariness, petted, drags fizzy herald-romantics with scissorers and natal belly-reels:
O, petrol chemicals turn a diesel face to atomisers
O, mental miracles turn a painted face to bodifiers; and where ogres wave arrows then
chokers of pinacles yearn for lace

ahhh. a ghastly phantom screwer drops in de drop-tanks while eyes abed will send men
deeply down a grey screen that helters for skelters when smiles shred breads with chickens

eh eh eh.. come to me on a saviour's day and i should give minds to bled kids; and women
must arrive directly back home where the dreamers slide lime under carmine divans: gardens
arrive mown to sweet death

and the fascinators of desks dig for a sex-palace; and dragglers taunt mad greying garlands

END..

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

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

eyes inside eyes sleep for male prisons....

END END END FINITO

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

when rollers of boiled babies pucker up
for red-eyed billers of bone-baked muck
then a whorl of fear
suppers for a circus filled with tears

wot?!!

*
26/12/2021.

work-in-progress title: Ideals Inside Burnt Wheels
first draft poem then poem-song

ideals inside burnt wheels will hereby sirenise cloaks with dreamers; and doctors to faith will
slink across Abaddon; and a yearner will use soaks for streamers
and, oo, as skies die, then a bender of rills will poke whores with mirrors; and coded hills will
come rocking at death's backdoor
La, ideals inside burnt wheels will hereby sirenise ropes with creamers; and dying horses will
come chanting as ponies canter
and, laden, sinal babies must enter a dazzler into a rippler of sex, death, dirt: O, peasy pillars

must taunt the dead as invectives of rascals come lynching dudes with inhuman fat mirrors

*
taunters of deniers will shaft across a dead land; and, lolled, a lopper of subhumans sunder
a vastness of fathers; and we will crisscross islands
aah, once below a blue mind, we shall use loss to remand dogs into cat-custody; and thunder
appears forced to feed from seed; and a kisser cums all too fast

taunters of denierrs will cast lips across seasands; and, molled, a popper of kitchens get
fed to leadeners; and a coaxer of loss gets gagglered
O, a drinker of brigands will lengthen a doll-drive with dragglers; and heraldics feed pets
and, la la, once across a hill, eyers raided olfactive mind roses

*
oo hoteliers found at the edge of britain use a bleeder scissor for jams and sweet pets will
hereby cause the ancient world to pulse for live heaven
oo moteliers found at the sides of prisms use a father mister for hands; and, la, sweet rills
must, once horsed, force a faceless prison to drag sex for ravens

oo hoteliers found at the sides of Eden use a river razor for clams; Oh, as pets trill then
holy herod-killers will forge beds from seasons
and, once murdered, evil gorgonelles will hereby snip a rabbit from giblets

*
the herders of one zillion bad boys get sharpening a sex-pit; and, oo, as we rotate around fables
a darter of guns will become sad as sex; and, oo, where rabbits feed booze then soundlessness
comes softening minds with doll-mess; and, la la, where tablets feed nudes then a town of death
gets shuffling deniers aside blowers of nests

the herders of one zillion bad boys get hardening a cock-slit; and, oo, as we rotate around cables
a farter inside one zillion lost toys; and the wideners of clock-lit casts gas across ocean-tables;
and, oo, once upon a mad cross, mentalis will suck digitalis till rolex-drinkers dream forevermore

the herders of one zillion mad boys get harping after bluesy mandarins; and issuers of grey pleasure
get, once pecked, as deceiving as sex; and carpal laughter dresses sugar-winds in fazers: O, labia
must hereby weaken for spurters when handlers of fathers presses music-skins inside bed-shavers
o, a horder of Eden foists skirters when tramplers of mummas stresses chasms with raveners; Oh

we will fight the livid dead until we forge a nuked nippler from icen cisterns; and lickers of oaths will
get murdered now; and, oo, when pigs writhe for killers then gunners of basins may well kill hills;
and, shaped from crowds, denters of kids entertain drillers with Numbers
oo, pastelline plum shoots clouds when robbers of sweet pain sunder biblical fire-signing mumblers

the entreators of dirtyers will get sodomising; O, when fathers to drivers must thrum for eardrums as,
once flexed for defilers, use sidlers for beadings; and, stemmed, pushers of mothers cause guns to crash
oo, a meddler of heart-swindlers appears blinded by dead breaths
oo, a peddler of heart-swirlers appears grinded by ledges; and, oo, as fatal fascinators don hash then
radioing tv-romantics will get sopping; and crouchers who expand for pots will hereby wash chickens

we will fight the wicked hours as we use horsed nights to strum vaginal shops; and easter-xmas kittens
must, once vitally saved, use heartlessness for car-mikes; and we will stop for blood as we use kitchens
to thunderise a bruiser of fuses and hectors; and spirallers under drills swallow heaven with missions
oo, i may well sink a nude bitch under riders
oo, i may well blink forever; and, once papered, i shall espy roaches

uh, uh: a deepener of fevers rams cunt beside templars: uh, uh: a rapinity of brooches must thunder for
falsifying bone-stormy granite castles; and, oo, a widener of cum shoots divinities across billy walls

Luh Luh Luh,.. weavers of woded wood-folks seem pinching punkers to remedies as fever-fjords cum
carrying carrion cleavers to wintry cocks where fanny fieldings spy-murder maladies
and, luhhh, we must acede a museller with hair as memories loosen; O, a draker of sky-scrums
come mind-peering across pluvers of fingerers
and, once all-leering, crisscrossers of tinkerers will shave a sacker with hispids and, la, dumdums
get whiskeying

and, oo, once upon a mine in a coke-world, graspers of gunneries used spines for filthy piss-plums

Eh?

*
we get retardive as we use a vast stone to bury sex telephone
o we appear led to gas
o we revere blue hash as a hotel of eyes forces mad mods to groan
la la, we get retardive as we use a masked bone to bury cellves
and, once along a mind-mine, dilators of cherries appear alone
and, o-la, as weekenders whine then drivers of berries use sloanes to
sodomise wrecks with hurled ceilings

and we appear decked as we curl buildings across entractive killings
and we appear peckered as we hurl hoardings across marble-rapings
we get retardive as we use a vast drome to bury salted penis hisses
o we appear led to glass
o we revere the dead as we revere fucked gas and while vagina kisses
get smeary then a masted nester we see dumb fannies under missives
cheek-made

and, lo, when faces curl we get hasped inside timed tundra as masses
come shouting for jade
and, lo, when faces furl we get grasped outside mindless body-lashes
and, lo, when faces whirl we get gasping for tides.

we get retardive as we use a vast stone to bury sex telephone
o we get transgressed by masts when groaners grope for tv-thrones

La La La ogres don gigantic blood arrows
La La La soakers don instant mud-shadows; and a fatalism groans
ahh, a paster of buns dresses down for ole england
ahh, a waster of guns presses Downs when saddlers feed drones
and the mitres of mums will forever crown a killer with seasands

we get retardive as we use a vast stone to bury sex-xylphones
O, a painter of saintedness fuses masquerades under citied eye-clones
and, as we drink to urban bends, then we saw mumma made cold as stoned
granular granite gannet cunt-parcels
and, O-La-La, we will shove a sash down a nerve while stoolers
cum huffing meat-seed; and peddlers of towns will
scoop scoopy vinegars from idealisers of crowds and rented hills

ahh as one clock of ken drives bird-nous under rams will use meals
to fatten rotators with gems and world-housed thunder; and weals
come crying forevermore..

Uh
*
o a tree of pure night sips from gardened thunder
o a poet's pure tree drinks till death fills father
and a vase at sea swallows rashes from mirrors
and a case of bees spirals under doddering fillers
and, la la, my mental minotaur has come to murder
all whites, all chalks, all bloodied masks; and favour
glisters as men grow flavaed in their shed-shrouds

a meningital invective penile rash swipes plants
aside drunken meadows when hissing eye-cunts
cry for lazy dental gent-honey; and wicked cunts
sallow dibbly cheeks as a boarder of sea-plants
botanises dirt with devillers of filthy dirty junk
and me and my nudist reveller caress sex-crowds

o a sea of demure accidental dumb-fires shout
against nine hills which crash inside forest-mounts
and our crazy sun-lit drive hicks upon apple-founts
and when wizards flow then pentacles spell doubt
daggering after trees when baby-owls sear shouts
and menfolk found in dead leaves hits spear-cloud
..
o meningital massive men choke on scisssor phlegm
and a bed of percussive hens clucks for dun egg-men
and a sea of arks sails for evil Noah where women
arise as they ride for coded deadly Jonah; and phlegm
milks a miller under scissor; and bald eyes yearn?

the jolting cinamas of men get fitted to a gazing floor
oo choking wind-cars ride for fixers as dance-war
damages renal tides with mad-poem-taxidermy and
crazy english walls cry for sucked graffiti when pores
sink inside a picky mind that shines aside glasswards
..
o a tree of demure christs clambers under sideboards
o a lea of blind-screwed lights shines under daubed
dolphinous excremental pissers of wintry rose-paws
and, la la la, a skewer in a vast hall knows nothing but
the slithering skin-incisions of sex-lives and dead sluts.

*
the scented renal pleasure-hearse hereby jeers for a
magazinic mum whose wonderful old family uses a
cartel of dummies; and a balded eaten salt manequin
car-crazes mommy brands with intercitied taut spind
weevil-winds
and a bad bleeder of a blind staggers for spun gyms
and we rotate across a radar
and we create green Mars from teeterers of murder

with gravy knickers as high as a tights, we hear guns
sky-shooting scissor writings with dirtiers;
and ashen blades in a pan shroudsails across Woman
and ashen trays serve drinks to huge grails
and we hurl gins from wrecked lifts
and we hurtle under sons until a baby on a lisp stuns
coded creator-men with kissers of gnits
.
as killer men in flamingo leash a pink leg to trips
then a driller of blooded geese
cum spilling sweets under owls where cicada lips
slash a ringing reaper from idle peace
and, once tashed, a dizzy talon girl accuses mitts
of vein-pawing a goddess of vines and mined grips
and jarry patient thieves come candling for a
babby-den; Oh, once upon a mind, ideas slip,
and fondlers of ooze dress cunt from grey tits

gun-made, we chew for the slaughtered hour
and asian christs heal for wards; Pah, old flour
mixes meshes into pine when pines under power
pee into cakers
and, once drizzled, a sickener of razors flowers
aside ruby-devs and druggarding ginty fakers.

..*
i recollect why gold died, o, an eaten ring
dons the chains of the spind
wanker wife
o, a wind of christs has my mental swim
dreaming of dogdayed spun dice
& a bay of kids sweats for
riled sad souls
.. Do kids have soul-cancer?
o do we have to price
all vaginal dancers?

five hills of piss push a pealed father
under plums & soft bananas
o a hard rills cut a drowned... Lovers
lead tears of pushy pled killers..

& i recall now just why gold died..
ahhhh

once above a timed bone, we spied
cars & cunt acid.

*
the dizzy teller girl i wished to grab
has married to the moon
o a giddy daddy fazes under crap
& this side of poems has a room
where, smashed, beds of gloo
pull faces at the mad.

when once a cellar girl sex-stabs
dirty gems then a banged cock-crag
has a dried taste in the mouth
& we will wash our hands where
lardy strippers sock a bad heir.

i wish Amen to loss as roads
end in mirrors.

*
i encroach aside a lopped mind, Oh
i star-soak a smelly wife as old roads
dam dizzy heat
& cracklers under sleep suck toads
& a bench of meat
blade-blanches bods of rolled souls.

romantic raisins snap stalled wheat
o seated summers
shop frayed winters, & bellers
sop a greasy father of grey tellers.

a blancher of a bed-boom bags
cold geekers of mailing porn-crags
& a ball in a bloom
buttons beaters under the moon,

o i reproach on lues as canaries
shoot a kingdom dead...cannaries
create tinned flowers,
& a bast of blood brags hours,
& an owler heeds rude silence?
uh

the sorted sadness of sued softness
bedazzles us; & we play dead.
./
...
*
when a coppice grate grips to grey stone
then a bud of ice
reiterates a gilly drome
la a baby under christs hits a king-sloane
& a bast of lice
laps a cocked meat-heart
.,.
o a doggy hour walks the dead when
atomic leeches sleep under wine
&, sun-spread, a dolly paper-mind
exposes habits to farts..

work-in-progress title: when a dairy wheelchair forces reels to drown
first draft poem then poem-song

when a dairy wheelchair forces reels to drown then, spined, weedlers
appear rented to easy mares
La, a laden cunt-soak gets scared while a pinnace inside hair uses killers
to sirenise all dead prayers
and, oo, a sidler of nakedness dons dials

when a dairy wheelchair forces seals to drown then, twined, spillers
appear vented; and an easy coat on a lost cliff gets
swing-surrounded; and idealisers of de cross preen holy pets
La, a laden spunk-stoat gets snared

and mad killers abuse deniers until suns dare not shine

*
when a dairy wheelchair sources asexers then a pool off mirrors
must, wended, wave horses under peerers of spools
O, a locum to a rocket will sirenise head-hipsters while shrinkers
must, rended, raise hearses from collapsers: uh, wakeful summers
will appear star-denied.

when a dairy wheelchair sources weird textures then a pool of killers
must, shended, rage against blind blonded midnights; and riders will
strap cots to cradle-engines; and, la la, we will expand for
a driller of endless manses
O, and a candier of clenches must arouse old hills from deaf wards

*
when a dairy wheelchair causes a fatal fairground accident to store
a biller of fairies aside dragglers of mad men in de occident; and gourdes
appear fed to skin disease while a kinker of gems use eyes for broads
O, once along a time, devil reeds came routed; and users of old cords
hereby dream about unearthly bottom-spouters

when a dairy wheelchair collapses, then a natal city-mouth must crush
curry concertinas beneath butter-burst children; and users of eye-mush
hereby crap across balders of tea-pursed women
and, once across crazy lime, leaders of horses send pig to grey tusks

*
waxen with masterers of sacred manx cats, a petted holy wart-doctor
will, sensed by carvers, don lemon banks for rats; and easers of proctors
will, sensed by harpers, don simeon; and looseners of pictures suffer disks
La: a millered dog-meadow will centre hands for supreme kidders
O, we will adore all wildlife
O, we will get wed to true life; and a hardener of dreams will suffer fists

waxen with masterers of sacred manx bats, a petted holiday inside lips
will, wretched, shower cruel boys with black rats; and shadowers of slits
will, bitched, empower gruel-toys with trans fats; and
Laaa, eyers appear deadening now and
weepers of sweet tears may well use sands for castle-crushers
and we will come to apes now and love forever

*
when a gentian gentleman's spiel-chairs slide lost wheels across writhers
then, baked, a blueberry woman must track all five and country sensors with
anglers of rapine derries; and, oo, musk laps drawl while ductives use lids to
eye-season papal berries
La La, a musclers of babies will scatter scrams across doobies; and sleuths
get demander all too many espying cherries

when a gentian gentleman's spiel-chair slide lost fields across spiders then,
sent to die, sky will surely burn for fear; and, oo, as loss riders from women
then a horde of hateful horses got rode till made beautiful
and, uh, the deadness sin forges must use trillers then die for bounties

*
o as for sweet berries at the sides of a rose, may now the sirens flit
o as for deep cherrries, may the prides of a blue crows don tits for
a plenury of gluey smiles
ah, when once deepeners pray, then wide bled eyes will wage sex-war
against gobblers of aged slaves and ingling mind-morse
and i idoliseda Gods where a grave seen sundering mental gorse
got sermoned under bruises and canteens,
and a doctor under sluices rammed latrines aside teasing tea-tawsed
coffee-crusading sipped valleys
and as i sleep for berries then i sink beneath flowers
and as i weep for cherries, then i drink aside wasp-towers
and a denier at god's hip gets bangled with angel-hangers when force
appears divined by loopers of coffins and cocoa ladies.

cortal carring flyways get sex-deceived by hairnets and green babies
la la, staring motorways appear death-relieved
and a draggler on a blind heath surrenders boys to mental leas where
a blue-bedded bobby arrests a lynx with illegal bees
O, once across a love nest, a lost larynx hustles after bled beads,
and a farmer in de West kisses a red vest
and an embalmer of Death hisses till kittens drool down fed breasts
la la la, i have swallowed coffee under de moon
la la la, i have gallowed after de bodies when a township's croon
appears darlinged with blind screens and melted city-dunes

as for sweet berries at the sides of a rose, may now red silence kiss
a gloated romantic with henna and hearsing hot horses; O, mad trips
have to star-hasten tie-dyers with fled soils and ideal imbeciles; and lips
come carrying carrion blocades to nuclear fingers
and, O, once we bury dames, then we curl gingers around deep ass
and, O, once we marry manes, then we preen after feline blow-glass

*
latrines serve wet cowards to madam marinas; and easy ice
gets crippling down the deaths of christs
and a magenta statue issues de cloth across a cracked helm,
and, oo, where a labile change gets spiked, then easy film
appears stricken with lappers of minxes and dizzy mind-lice

*
when waspers tend to beer-nests then travellers of beard-breasts will thrum for
a dealer of curves and whey
O, as a siren in england uses day for women then ravellers of tear-tests spray for
a riddler of romantics and old children
and this side of the original sun, the hypnotics of women will cause lunatic wars
to scissor-sidle across faces where chickeners get road-maimed

when waspers tend to flea-slits then ravellers of seat-splits will cum for birds
O, as a dollar in a gasfire fuses wrens to bafflers then darkeners of dead burrs
will, once pied, extend babiers to morphean Hell-Hades; and riders of redness
hereby, lanced, come racing aside hypnotic bell-brandies
La La: we will charnelise wild wives with bionics
La La: we will charnelise wide brides; and, uh, a sainted eyrie will

extemporise bullers with phantastic vaults where festive feline eat meat-hills
O, a dragooner of picks will enpillow plebs with stairs where animal sky-hills
come coursing magical magi growlers across kids whose hands yield heaven
O, a damseller of tragical ruby mouthers will scutter

eternally and forever; and all the dead queen's mice will cook soft cheese

Uh proud blithe static gets plied under bed-clothes and rattlers of fleas will
get scampering across deckers; and an elf in a fast field must use grey mills to
expunge stoned crickets under granite grasshoppers; and the dells of fast dils
will, once cracked, come scattering greeny slopers from east to west: O, heels
must course from head-to-foot
and, tawsed, gummers cream for soot
and, sourced, mummas get padded while graniters of suck fills books

eternally and forever, all the dead queen's butter-lice will suck soft weed
O, as pasters maim drawl, then hivers of dreams suckle-prise lost seed to
aceders of white Rome
and, la la, we shall sell bones to riders when lackers sink cock under drones

and these are de mallard days and these are de withered days when cones
get cosmosing across blinders of trees and fallen pigeons; and dead combs
must appear played to paper-deaths
La; we will angelise dummy pepper-pets with holy eternal beasts; and stone
gets heavily swallowed

Ehhh? the revellers of pillowers come breaking; and a stella signum drones
deeply down when zippers of old lungs quake; and a villa under mum's moan
must, surrendered, come using blood for drakes
Ehhh? the devillers of banisters come breaking; and a stella tigron foams for
ingenious halowed wildlife; and, oo, a resounder, rammed, uses
gassy glassy matted hairs to prognose hidden poem-murder; and whores
will, here and now, rock across a rocking-horse

and, led to lissoms, a candifier of wakeful laces will bind feet with claws
and, fed to bosoms, a candifier of snaked faces will bind sleep to wards
ahh, eyers shout out aloud
ahh, spirers shout out for flava where a babby-filler gets easily murdered.

oo a moony shaper of sunk-kissers don beavers; O, a family in purdah
appears fagged out; and, striped, stunned readers cum yelling; and murder
must sprinkle dummy ashes across miming deceivers; and grey mumblers
appear dragged out while, swiped, visa dealers shout out for fast stunnas
and, oo, we've gotta have twixed hands for killers
and, oo, we've gotta have droppers banged; and, when faces crow,
we will use adventures in cabs made noosed

Hah, fed to prisons, me and my master must use a room of toy-clothes
Hah, fed to prisms, me and my master must fuse a tomb to toy-roses:
Hah, descenders of cacklers must deify the illegal dead
and, led to lissoms, a candifier of wakeful laces will bind feet with claws
and, fed to bosoms, a candifier of snaked faces will bind sleep to wards
ahh, eyers shout out aloud
ahh, spirers shout out for flava where a babby-filler gets easily murdered

oo.

*
while pissing, i oversaw micky mice aside moneyed voice-boxes
la la, caressers, spied, uses easy christs to
star-sterilise old wives with fuses
la la, swirling, i overheard dicky mice squeeking for sotto voces
and, once crashed, me and my heavenly mentalis
will drag dogs for batties; and easy beater-beaks will use truths
to sermonise stapes with cobbies

while masking, a glassy immensely schizophrenic mind nooses
incredible head-noise with drooly cat-families
and, oo, evil rat-crap forces lovely felines to sunder faces;
and, la la, devil bat-saps
utilise bummers for drummer wines

as a bodyer of bladers snaps crepes then a tooled mined
head of grass
hastens to sugars; and me and my kind girl appear in spine
and, o-la, reapers of tans
must cause deaths to reel aside old beds and dirty hanged
serial fingers

*
ices under blurred pan chills sweets with laves
la la, a seizured grande mal mad boy
scatters epilepsy across eight tides where trades
sweep kiddy whores beneath gold money
and, O, i scent myself
and, O, i wet myself
and a bed of burns has to grasp to aped wealth.

ices under bladed bins bang in a sea of darts
and, once bruised, a swum dram which carts us
moves beneath a bluesy river
and sofa-sorbets drop stink along a moon-scissor

oo heapy jeery jammy gassy glory grits on dust
oo weepy wimply pissy lassies
drive a dumber moon to cities under lake-lusts
and we angelise a pricking prickered tree
and, la la, a cupboard in a fen swills sleaze
and, ooo, as juicy jumper gems dream about
illlers of accidental minors
then a townside hisses for diaries of louts

ices under glared grandes grasp to givers
ah, a laden lady who spirals into grippers
gas a golly glans with eaters of sweet zippers
and, lashing, a female gent drips with riders
and, clashing, a female skint drinks to bridlers
and a bed at sea
sleeps aside poppy teas.

these burning days where a helter-skelter
has to grind daffy seed down to dust must
rotate across a goofy disease
and a bedded grave scutters aside dweebs,
and a focal spine dominates de mind
and a fotal crime detonates mental weeds

oo issuers of pumpkin prizers star-sneeze
oo tissuers of vermeil pissers
splay a sprayer with verulent dog-kissers
and we may well kiss a hound in heaven
and, la la, sunshine will walk in dog-heaven
,,
ices under granite stoves roast a raven for
eager piggy plebs that live outdoors; O, war
widens after mickle-muck

*
couplers of fucking snails appear bedazzled under shellers
o, riders of muckers
use drivers for suckers where a bosom-body will shiver
o, bikers use scissors
and, once across rivers, snares carry lissom to killers
and, once upon today, stairs led me to lesson; and pipers
must get fast then brick de boiling in?

*
Oh-
The keen unraveller marvels for
Sailed nudes under pleasure-war
The eyes of sudden clocks
Countdown to dirty docks when
The silence of a might daff stem
Feeds knighted chapels to
Bees and brothers.
Farther ahead, crisscrossed
Across the moon, a fluid mosque
Swings from within
God’s gaoled Mecca, and
Hung from mean walls, dreamt drams
Suckle death with genoas
And, hurtled, a bed of Noahs
Sweep a bad beard from star-slams
..
Now amidst pealed bars
Duped tired loving gets drowned in
Hushed and hustling sky-sin.
This side of cupped rain, a sex hard
Drives dons when fast spun lard
Spreads killer fats on sliced bread
Crusts and scarred
Breakfast wheat.
The meadows drop their gold
Still husbanded by kidding sweet soul,
And a deepening day of burning
Is dragged with clenching yearning.
This keen unraveller penetrates
Lunar busts

work-in-progress title: ole blurry mentalis baby got pyloned
first draft poem then poem-song

ole blurry mentalis baby got pyloned; O, when inkers weep then coasters
get fed to mad malluses; and a doctor in a gem gets healed all by herselves
Ahh, ole blurry mental spy-seas will see baby cyphoned
Ahh, ole body digitalis will see de Lady led to cotted eye-cities
and, ooo, as we tread Nile-waters then we descry keen birds whose pities
appear face-led to smile-daughters

old blurters, lammed, loosen arks when a dreamer of slaughters use clitties
to sermonise all about rented heart-parks
and, oo, once along a mad scented Ark, we devilise saviours with couplers
and, oo, when faces flail, we will swing across vales and shires;
Ahh, ole blurry mentalis baby got tigroned

eternally

*
ole blurry bodiers of cavvies will get nyloned; and, o, as we chap for raiders
then, leaden, motels inside daffies must yield hotels to glass
Uh, when once models ooze wax then painters of hostels scatter mean gas
and, once yearned, stationers of cats feed holy bats to divinities; and razors
come shouting out aloud at fast leaves

ole blurry bodiers of cavvies will get nyloned; and, o, as we clap for saviours
then, leaden, moisteners whose hills died will serve scissors to idle bled sailors;
and, ugh, as weavers ooze mills then soothers of birds must feed titty flavas
and, oo, once across a massed hill, we weevilise for curs when eyes sear labia

*
these easter-xmas gifted gill-days will render sweet sirens; and, boozed, mamma
hisses; and, once across a grave, ills will surrender serums to screwed daft father
O, as we stride for natrons then we stop hills
O, as we ride for patrons then we eat drillers; and penile piggers must use mother
to strike pinky winky winkle-peachies

once, when fed to dizzy glaucous, me and my naked world got fed to dweebies
and, once we get easy, we will hereby stab slides
O, a treddler in a cheese-sea must soak labs in slid sides when bakers of doobies
must become creamer-fed to issuers of fannies and saddler-brides
and a deviller whose cereal breakfast illness defaces whipper blue wives

hereby fastens focalisers to fotuses and diamond castles; and death burns knives

*
the wagstaffs of moltenisers must sink pinky punchers aside issuers of prides
O, as killers ride then easy brillers will stink forever: oo, once fed to rat-brides
then we will accuse mums of creaming
La La, eyers arise from guns when ceilings sever dudes from lead; and ceilings
will get shattering while blown beds inside beadings reap the naked tides

once, when fed to dippies, a crocus-locus-chewer gave henna to blue blinds
agh, when beds strip lippy, a locust-lowcut crooner will render sweet minds from
a baiter of bowls and nippies
and, aghh, whilst sausage thumbs get deranging, a picture of pins on de wall strums
a focal sex-nuclear blonded sky-terror

the wagstaffs of moltenisers must sink pinky pouchers aside tissuers of thrill-guides
O, constant bustlers of sweat-musks will hereby atomise grey gulls and all minds
and magical mystical female magis will use eye-lives for the sylvan use of red rides
O, constant hustlers must sink dippy dummy favour to abuse pealers; and thighs
appear picked with candle-pickler;
and, once upon a wet rippler, eyes saw canny rippers cum howling for tights
O, wagstaffs of sodomisers must stink for skirt-pippers
O, blaggers of dizzy sex-mummas must slink for shirt-kickers; and lights
appear switched to automatic till sacred beast-stuffs swirl to cat-midnight

and, la la, we will devilise a weevil-path with petrol enemies; and swift kites
come bedazzling nunneries with monkeries; and, o, when convents kiss mice
then, aside Isis-Osiris, willers of canneries must murder sense with sugar-lice

*
when winkle-pinchers don letters then a leaden fingerer whose hands are gone
will, once washed, drag dolters for old gibbons
o, where hens cross, a painter of plumers will supper for gisms; O, as we cum
thence, lunged, loss may well scatter embers aside evil prisms; O, as we thrum
then, daggering, a nut-strewn son will wed daughters to prison
and, la la, a looter of slut-stoned guns gets whistling now; and elderly reasons
will most certainly moisten cars and pets

oo, wagglers whose headmost pissers peer into bums have to caress treason
oo, dragglers whose bedmost zithers peer into guns have to caress derision
and, once across xmas-easter-picker, idolisers of lungs get hipped by dead lesions
and, uh, weevils in stored flour molests even-riddlers with maggoters
and, uh, devils in whored flowers contest evening's sidlers when easy wormers

die forever; and, birded, we will moisten beds with buildings and then scutter
after bloodied bread-herded bees whose human waspish honey traits will slaver
directly after denny dogs whose catted pappy heart feed for mates; and drivers
become dizzifiers and once along a mental clog, a bedazzler of bunnies
appears bone-washed
la la, an idyller of cloths get gutttering while a digger of flava nooses honeys

and this wolved whippy hired world must fuse dusts to labia while families
get bummy with bladers of fired curls; and, uh, wallopers of fever use mammaries
to face-feed creepy deniers with stockers of curves; and dead men abuse memories
and, once crunched, drippy mind-girls fuse pus with tea-raiders: oo, factories must
pulse across cunt till aldebarren heart-pearls as a dragoner forces fools to shine

eternally. And, once smiles get burned, a vagury of sauces cum shooting wine
la, a damseller, bumped, gets squirmed as a family of horses come racing vines
and, oo, radio eyers gather and cook some vineyard snails; and, ahh, we will dine
along fifty endlessness; and trendless food-thumbs get sphered while coda-kine must
conger-truss a baited blue flower under rude gummers and blue suede pups
and, one a maiden chews owlers then de original gooy father will hoot after cups
and, uhh, a trodden shrew gets sent to ratted trapped tine-heavens

when winkle-pushers don baiters, a loafer of catted swine-haven will sink sluts
La, as tidal oglers dive, a local raider of spittlers get candid with ferine feral-fuck
and, once when oblators cried, we oversaw our glazy bearded minds use suck to
sirenise dullards inside red hides; and we will shrink for weary twitching when dudes
get lubbering up for impassable cat-binoculars;
and, oo, once along a ferale bore, a slicer of oven-circulars must kill all Lovers

ahh. i espy some funeral Leda getting a Zeus swan to violate elderly shit authors
ahh. i deify some poesy puler when a tawser of mums reap family from paupers
ahh. i espy some fun farmer petting his sister husbandry; and nightlings use corpsers
to seize a blurry ole bruiser boy from chandaliers; and, lo, me and mamma forcers must
surrender dodgy dog-daddies to a blonde bed-flag
ahh. i oversaw mad kids and evil grannies come slitting skirt-hags with daffy dew-dusts

and, when once piggers puled, a daffodiller under paved hot jonquils will use husks
for dribblers; and, la, a carmine car will sunder slumber with soft sex-quills; and cusps
get shimmying when calvers use stars to pick a moon-tide from swifts and farthingales

AMEN..

*
ashes under flashes hasten to owl-light
uh, clashes under rashes
ram dumb powder when shaken nights
lambast thunder with foresight
and i saw a spire from a tree
and i sent embers to a swallowed sea
and, la la, ashes under flashes sent me
underneath rivers of lime

the eaten pyres i dance for entertain
the cats of the canine mind
o, ashes under flashes listen to fox-rain
and adders sunder snake-dusts
and arrowers tumble under old musk

ashes under flashes hasten to owl-light
ah, crashes under blue hospitals
drag a senile drip into shadowers of
peeing casts that drink from lost God
and eyers of fevers
flay catty killers with blorted sky-sods

the eaten pyres i dance upon enter
a diddery dog-head inside sphincters;
and maddeners sing for Love
and waggoners swing for Love
and blenchers in rings dance for Lord

Lady God..

*
a lazy lemur leads a leaper to a star-sign
o a crazy fever
hits to a river; and i saw a spire's mind
grinding cochineal to dust
la la, my head appears lost
la la, my bed has no lust
and i saw a siren on a cliff
crusading for lemon lepers in old wine

the eastern teas i must gather has to
find an island in the West
and my naked skin falls from death
and my fingers sunder sex
and, ahh, as weeblers reap melon then
sandy lips may well flower

a lazy lemur leads a leper to a car-sign
ah signal pepper seasons salt with rind
and a yellow lady who catchers times
will surely scatter sweets across
devillers of renal loss
and magic latch-keys unlock loss
and tragic families bolt a rocked cross

*
a mean mummy compress carries
careless moggies
far out west where drinking herpes
eats from torn grey magis
& a christmas sea-gull scavenges
after carriers of lady gloom...

o where we loop us a cooker
then stoved fanny hobs kill lather
& a pan of wine boils up
& the kitchen indigos are cut
against floral walls.

uh uh uh bleating bread-balls
brag after cemeteries & cauls
& a mean daddy has brawls
beating beautiful sleep when
ratters raid pagers--

-yeah, once below fissures
we learned about killers...
..
o out inside the florrid mind
we must sweat for deaths, Oh,
knickers of drippers dam closed
cabin calves
& a bone of breath star-loads
elfin guitars

eyes inside eyes heat carred
cantonments of peering halved
wicked miction marvels
& we leap a loaned loner for
a roped ransom of whipped wards.
...
worlds cannot end deaths until
radios bang in huddled sex-stills.

*
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!

*
o, seagulls, agers, colostomies dream of surgeons
o, regal starvers of ancient seas
cum crying for acrid blue-beads,
and, hooded, an evil christ skewers grey breeds
and, la la, i have seen conservers of fay steeds
star-crumbling where paddocks wedge
dressless dressage under focal human heads

o, seagulls, agers, colostomies dream of spurgeons,
and, once upon a mine, a miner for cold
sees razor-guns shooting a jazzer
o, regals, riders, cemeteries scream for ladders
and mice shake where women shiver: Adders
saddle de magi
and a magnet in de sun glitters in closed folds
and a magenta sea of lungs appears quick with foals
and, la, we will use doners of meat-guns to roll
dimplers of head-heart doctors when missions close

utterly down inside a moggy town; Uh, as we rove
then we resound aside a dolly crowd, and sexers slow
down, down

*
Keen poetry and science are very much the same
the swift sweet dichotomy is the sad void between.

30/12/2021

work-in-progress title: The Sweetness of a Livid Lover Hereby in the Gravy Dark
first draft poem then poem-song

the sweetness of a livid lover will hereby hiss in the gravy dark
La, a fascinator of living fathers will,
once rocked, share killings with death's thrill; and a dog in the park
must, rented, arise from phoenix ashes
La, sweetnesses of flacid momma will rend dirt from de signal dark

the sweetness of a live-in lover will hereby hiss in the davy dark when
a painter of pulmonaries issue lips from families
and, oo, a cat in a crib appears splitted from factories when children
dance across an ancient sea
La, sweetnesses of acid gamma uses omega for eager sex-alpha

*
the sweetness of a livid mother will hereby hiss at the sides of masks
La, a fascinated birdy brother will,
once cocked, share buildings with rills; and a fotal stain under masts
must, rented, dream of easy fields
La, as vented suitors of dizzy yields we must shoot grime

the sweetness of a turgid teaser will hereby piss in the eyes of parks
La, a procrastinated dog-fever must send Nile-waters where barks
become face-fed to sugar-rivers
and eyers of mazy missioners quiver, then pulley-porters will shiver

forever

*
the fleetedness of a padded mother gets misled by asps; O, easy efts
come shrinking underground
La, we will come to sleep in the underworld where a dizzy tree of sex
comes moaning; and, uh, a crazy pigeon uses gods for family T Rex
La, we will flail; and, once cut, a naked confuser must feed lips to death

the fleetedness of a panic-feather causes pigs to sneeze then red breath
comes shrieking
La, we come to sleep in the underworld when a picture of poesy wrecks
all flotillas when the mad queen's dead canary pierces filthy sky-slips
La, wedders of de sad will scream

and masoners of crazy crickets chirp in the crazy parks when cold screens
get shot by sweet smiles; and riders of hurt fuse sharks to iced dreams

*
the heatedness of plagued flowers will sirenise dogdazing daddy daffodils
with heaping gobs; and a liar in a red hill will sodomise mummy wifflers
O, once a canny god rams a fire adown strange fields the hands of pissers will
surrender flags to flashers
and, while shredded, bellers of ashers must get flickering for idolisers; and meals
get swiftly fed to meal-worms
and, while breaded, chicken in gashers must get mickling for sodomisers; ahhh
wallers of wide holy wailers will defend lust's lick

the heatedness of plagued flowers will sirenise dogdazing mummy rose-kills
and, oo, radios aside laid towers hit the fast fierce original moon; and thrills will
hereby get shafted; and a leader of lit abuses tears
and, la, la, the gummers of fevers use slits to sear signum from motel-fears
and, la, la, the fathers of teasers use spots for spheres
and, o-la, smellers of seethers fuse lots with vagrants while giddy spearers

get shrilling for devisers of estrangers of kids and the utmost death of mothers

*
the all-fearing avenues of dirty radios cause sounds to shrill upon streets of feeling dirty
O, all-searing ole pianos use flirty stereos to grind bruises down aside meat
O, all-rearing windmill revues use dirty rodeos to spin for clowns; and easy sleep gets
paid via a cocked false dead rose
and, once upon a mind, deniers in flickering shadows must strangled stockinged pets

the all-fearing avenues of dirty radios cause clowns to kill; and a circus gets mind-wet
oo, tall earrings devise cellves from de gallows
oo, small shearings devise dells from de meadows; and, oo, once upon a tissue,
lemonisers of beadings get lime-blasted
O, once upon red buildings, menkind got serrying for lighted delimited eye-issues

and me and macadam and madam naples used killings for craziness; and sweet dudes
must swerve: Ahh, eyers appear ground to bird as a stirring craziness fed heaped dudes
to atomising mad Mars; and these wide worlds when curs serve maziness to rapiers
appear missioned by cars

ahhh. a ghastly phantom screwer drops in de drop-tanks while eyes abed will send men
deeply down a grey screen that helters for skelters when smiles shred breads with chickens

and the fascinators of desks dig for a sex-palace; and dragglers taunt mad greying garlands
and gagglers of cocaine masturbators don messy pinnaces
and the daddy deafeners under tits must ride from roses where a cabinet killer uses garlands
to soften keen sweet defilers to star-pinion decks to posies
and, uh, as we flit then we cry
and, uh, as we spit then we die; and, oo, ruiners of wise pigeons get stuffed by scribes

Lo, milky-white red horses come galloping till teeners read of sturgeon; and fish-thighs
appear modelising for purses and the trillers in drills
Lo, northern Ilkley must force guns to thrill after diggers where a grave inside soft tides
will, here and now, sodomise suns with dildos
and, oo, once crowned, servants to mums use de master's toys for ripped rainbows
and, uhh, weavers of lost sky-vents dentalise fistas with dented gloy boys

Oh?

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

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

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

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

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

*
as we paint flowers with dewdrops then a cellar
will bury ladies fingers in the yard
la, la i yielded a feline to a bard as old rivers
raced down to a sea of card
& we ladened after summmer where cold mirrors
scattered fakir's glass
..
once aside of lakes, a boat of scarves warped
wrappers of dizzy faiths
..
we faint for faces & we paint dolls when ice
weeps for oven-burnings
..
faceless fanned feathers feel after flown mice
& a sea of snappers roams a bird's flown christ
. - eyes under empires weep for lady rites
- wicked thunders walk pyres & cold kites
scrap the kestril winds...

as we paint flowers with raindrops then pleasure
drops a giddy bait upon a radio tower
& we cell-phone after cum & we suck feathered
fawny dummy graves
..
Oh

*
wow, i'm listening now to loud blind musics
oh eyes cut a jazz cloud as i sweat for mimics
& as roses swing then fall
i jeer in purple silence at the violent limits
of lip-shrinking tongued halls.
..
when once i gabble, then i seize remits
& a doll of dust scandals after hot trips
& a bone of cusps craps upon hot nips
& eyes slink into sinks
....
wow. i am star-seering a rude world
oh i am moon-nearing a naked pearled
bay of dead lovies
.
loveage holds our hands & babbies
snap a bald-bedded hairnet
..
O

*
the fathers to indolisers must fish after red tubes while riddlers of smiles appear skinned
O, leaders of eye-riders must kiss laughter
O, rippers of sky-liners must kiss budders; and a focal flower will send tears to spind
sindling fairy-weed

and, laden, cottage-seed becomes lashed to evil greed where applers under lost skin
bends breakers from steeds; O, devisers of eagle-speed preys on candlers when sins
become fish-anointed by cartlers of doomed deniers
O, stripplers of corn-dolls will interfuse de green kids with hector and evil descriers
..
the ripeners of both night and day deride dolly dragooners with vectors of deluders
Ahh, the diggers of moths swing for a buttery magi-butterfly; and rectors in soft poolers
come shouting out aloud until drifters, sistered, caused ladied minds to season droolers
and, la la, weepers of silky milkies get sundering high

and as a paper wound gets doctored by darters then a markerson aside crazy poodlers
gets, once sawn, hurtled down farters; and, oo, fasteners of murdersome mazy oodlers
get, once spawned, curtled across parpers; and, oo, castlers of purdahsome heard-hoopers
will hereby drag drowned mad king-snakes

ooo.. disembodiers of a dark town purse lippers under de queen's rose when snippers
come routed; and, ooo, hardeners, hearsed, shivers until fierce fled crows use slippers

Uh de swooners sea-found in limpet-wombs come shaven; O, as a dreamer's dealer
appears fart-fed to sea-funds, then an awaker to guns will hereby hedonise milkers
Uh de scooners of bubblers sends a shaker to drums while a stinger of kinkers seals
dolly andromeda under nuclear hector; and, oo, as widened strangers feed seals then
extemporisers of thunder-fever must
couple bluers to guffs; and a tailor to dust will shout about losers under urn-husks

and the dilators of de owl-flower gets hooted for louts; and, lamed, as we use cusps
to clay-soak bath-scudders, then we will shorten hecks with damagers of rose-tusks
and, la la, dilators of de fowl-flowers get rooted by mouth; and, lamed, as we use cuts,
then we will linger when entirely atoned by
shadowers of feathers and de family; and, lo, spies spiralise mulers with dragonflies

Eh?.

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

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

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

*
starkeners of holy blackbirds use heads for faces
O, as stars float high, a radio-stereo forces stasis
to delimit defilers with shadow-yoyos
and, ah, when fingers flame, then followers of cases
appear sodomised by evil crocus-eaters
O, as starshippers look down from rivers then mazes
will hereby scatter tom-seed across brilliant sex-cages
and, once along rattlers, loss drags dirt from sweet missives
and, oo, de daddy ganglered belled ghost-head
furls a flushed fish that renders death as blue as sex.

uh.

**
01/01/2022.

work-in-progress title: O, Courtesy of A Blue Foam Channel
first draft poem then poem-song

O courtesy of a blue foam channel, delvers of daddy piglets will
hereby surrender selves to a rhubarb saddle
O, as wakeful cells get spitted, then a blue foam dog uses hills to
extemporise eyes with skies

the citadels of candlers will face-form a green naked stew from a
daffodil-delver whose fatal veins will storm dreams
O, courtesy of a blue foam channel, delvers of mammy mystics will
hereby tyrannise blooders of head-canals

and on a work of ragwort words, me and mental mentalis will swill
geizers from male hillocks; and deriders of sand cuts mind-mills
deeply down where urban babies mill dust from clams

*
o courtesy of a blue foam canal, delvers of madam piglets will
sermonise daggerers with studios; and, lo, when we murder hills
then, swaggered, a kid with poncho uses a cold for a naked face
o courtesy of a sour rhubarb bubble, delvers of madam scarlet will
hereby fragment, to lead a bruiser of candles to easy bakered rills

o citadels of sandlers work on easy female berries as cutted mills
get forced to feed as fish-fantastic fanny blue geizer; and fields will
hit to a father's beat as turners of mammy must feed sand to easels
o citadels of a blue foam channel, delvers of madam scarlet will
get tracked down

and on no work of words, these days an evil angel in my bed will
stell the genius poem-birds and thence lead my poem-god to town

*
o courtesy of a blithe glue-camal, a director of the dromedary dark
comes, while faces under sex-damage comes hooting after de Ark;
and, la, eyers will sunder pecky cock cabbage while routers of parks
come razoring mum-tundra with fairy soft head-diallers
o courtesy of a blithe glue-camal, a defector in a dromedary river
must, carved, come shouting out aloud

o courtesy of a blue bird candle, a bone-baiter of de seas in hearts
eyers, lashwide, get led to brambles while stone-shapers use barks to
sodomise vines with venal groping mosel snail
and, ooo, once across renal pokings, vileness slides thence wail
o, courtesy of a blue bird ruiners yield guns

*
o courtesy of a foam green sloe-gin cable, a farter under red rain
gets scented by dromes and soft skin
o, courtesy of a moaner whose eyes strangle must don cunt-grain
La, a daddy whose lousy mummy forms Isis from Osiris star-stains
all eclectic egocentric autistic dawns with impassable poet-veins
and, weedlered, when caustic fawns get stormed then easy trains must
lay levered candle-gems to spastic prawn-pets

and, oo, where a sodomite rains directly down, across Valhalla, lusts
get incestered; and, uh, we will awake the town while magical crusts must
come shooting milky pap from venal sea-crowds
and, oo, where a sodomite directly down, across veilled Allah, gods must
couple lost stairs with lasers and instant clown
and this world i breathe and the pain i fused to sound will crush

all bladderers; and easy fawners will drag heels for dillies when musks
become mind-edible; and deformers of vegetables must don puss
and, oo, once upon a glued canal, a rider of sweet bulls must use tusks
to star-sink a unicorn under a blonded car-decrier
O, all of the earth is a blue cage
O, all of the earth turns for blue rage;

and candifying milkers of dudes must render sage from sweet rivals

*
oo a ladeniser of lavvies will hereby swallow pub-soap while tricklers
become wed to cavvies; O, sea-spies swallow pup-poke while sicklers
become wed to rubies
oo, a ladeniser of cherries will hereby swallow bat-soap while picklers
become wed to berries
and, la, once a long a lost mind, weavers watered rats while picklers bury
idealisers of guns across naked nuclear ferries

oo a ladeniser of ladies will hereby wallow in mug-soap while dickers dive
against five pissed winds; and, oo, as menkind drug dopes then eyed brides
become blown far, far away
oo, a ladeniser of cafes will hereby sweep gas across mopes as rug-sties
get womanised by night and day
and, la, weavers will send sand to cold clays

oo, a wakener of ills must drill for a dilly bird whose cunts went sour.

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

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

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

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

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

*
oo, wideners of blinding head-movies must missionise a darkener of deaths with
star-pumellers; and, la, weepers of ladies must climatise a hardener's sex with
dusters of deaths and entrancing holy lovers
oo, wideners of blinded bed-smoothies must fragmentise markersons with liars
and, once along a sweet mind, doobies appear cuttlered
and, la, as we lace bums with brandies, a user of pickers poo across fires when,
ladenised, enchanted lady-killers will interfuse ripplers with ooze

oo, wideners of blinding bed-movies must missionise a starkener of sex with
moon-mindlessness; and, splayed, as puss puckers, a radio of a flex will fizz;
and, once extended from sea-slams, a pusher of fuckers must use lead for pig
oo, wideners of reelers hearts don rubies while a curryer of cusps will spice figs
with nuclear bed-believers
oo, wideners of grinded blood-boobies come scuttering while stereo cock-kids

come routed where devillers send a bud of bays to dummies and killer-seeders
uhh..whence traders in revellers rend blood from graves, ravellers of heart-riddlers
appear, once drowned, as swift with god as biblical slaves
uhh..whence rippers ride for body-drapers then a bodice of a green knave
appears stencilled aside de dog-brides
uhh...whence drivellers arise, then de dog-wives whimper while hostelries cage
a torny tool of a swarmy town across miraculous sisters; and, ah, eggs on de stage
become guzzling

oo, wideners of blinding head-movies must missionise a starkener of sex then
car-cuddlers, concertinaed, become dresssed inside lies when grey bedside women
appear depended upon a lemonade buddy butter gun
oo, saddlers, gobbed, leash losers to daffies when a cutlass inside the real sun becomes
forceping for fizzling fotuses; and, la la,
as we cry for de streets of dirty, sandlers of red Mars shapes bods from cock-drums
and, uuh, as we stride from cities
and, uhh, as we guide guns to babbies thenn a dizzifier of ladies loosens eye-drums

these days are the days that damage asylum-nets: La, these days, i will eat burns
hah, these days that change stars for family fire-pets must storm a tree of perms

Uh: the meadows in a basket gets mown flat by flame; Uh: gardens in red transits
appear blown until wakeful fished pets sow salters with yoyo seed; O, sex-trips
will hereby, once stoned, suck a sex from lost clothes; and ideals under lunged clit
becomes sedentary while looseners of mums reel across de bodies; and swelled kicks
become evolutionary while cheesers in coiled drums factonise bells with lost bricks
and, stella used, smilers with scissors spin
and, tailor used, dressers get led to sex-pin; and a lauder of spin skin
may well darken now

Uh... while dependent on strawberry clouds, we will dish poked snakes to hymns
Uh...while scented with squints, lockerings aside grey hills rope de Tate with winds
and, once across a gull-grid, meddlers under fast sleighs must cause sleep to star-grind
issuers of Los with hadean manhattan mars-tines
and, once crisscrossing, seagullers will summon luminous cathedrals from timed
bleeded city flan-stalls; and acid men will scour curious heartless god-balls when times
get radioed from static croony salt-hens

and laden goddesses get wrinklered when easy peahens get crowing after egg-eynes
Ah, when once we saw coded genius africa rearing genius ghosts in India, then
pullers of birdy pomanders will most certainly ride de penis to the sides of squadrons

ssssssss...

Eh.

Under this fed cloud where love was caught and killed
In the dills of a kiss,
Of attendant days and our dark in folly
Gluts from the candles of a sexed life,
Never shall my mind chant
The words of guilt-loaned sleep.

Now, when time defames the furled
Flush of wheat, seized oceans pearled
Against the dead, and this poet buckets
Followers from a dead-end spread.
And my words grew lucky
And the sun, as slick as silver, tamed
Communion between two hollow eyes.

Love, my faiths grew fucky;
Preaches Man the bibles of the breath
And this groan not owned by love's dressing
Nor with the sands of a mood-swung moon
Oh, The carve-eyed convent of the Westend
Gets killed...

I own a ceremony of solved
Miracles and the chained-in scowls
Of Woman stride a turning stair
Whence, devoured, a fleecy prayerbook snares
Lipid lusts and her all-forgiven tomb.
O past lake and loathesome revelries
The dodging parkers of ald gad's stick
Prick up leaves and flail.

Faith. Faith in one star. Prayers for the humble bees, without
stings,
Buzz from their doors into a levelled space
Of life, smacked by hosepipes; pig-snouts; deniers made frail.

The swirls of mental illness bite for gain
Into grain which rots away inside the heart,
And any good youth remaining wilts:
Wheat that squeals lays freezing and the poise of Man
Claws its ruddy muddied routes to
Rivers, where many stabbed currents meet.
With one hand held to the head and
One hand held at a loss,
Prince Hamlet is neither mad nor saved.

Whirling words suffuse the veins with
Poetic lies, in a fine frenzy, rolling
About the playgrounds of the clever child
Claiming sex is a cause of ‘hollow panic.’

Faith. Faith in one star. Faith in the soul of a schizoid power,
Storming the ogling cries of its slaughtered slaves,
Lies languid, where the shrouded cigarettes of Mars
Glut the blue shores of shells and bombs flat
This youth we hold, as old-age cracks.

*
Mammary of ashes on a scythe-scorned razor,
He who raped his mamma has a zen-skeined thigh:
Spurned by molten manna, the wick of worlds in hammer
Anvils at the sun and rakes away the eagle's pry:
Out of crocks of nowhere, from the tides of crow-hair,
Mystic thrum the fillies and the aimless damson-shies:
That mallow come the sparrows, marrow must grow fallow
And chaffinch with the mimics of a warbling spy:
Mary, virgin eyrie, must be scorned in theory
That the fields of adam may smelt the semblers down:
Hags that bless the lady must be burnt from maybe
And the cryptics under blood wood scorn away the town.

*
leadeners in dizzy diamate use buns for books of flowers
parishers under fleecy diamante use rings for ten carat hours
and, la la, we will get amused by female spider owls
and, la la, we will get bemused by feline asses; O, fowl
gets shot directly across denuders of faceless grasses
O, leadeners of dizzy diamate use bums for crooked towers
and, once shone, a fussy sea-cranky will cum for lost bowers

Uh. wild words get freezed while pepsic tongues lose flowers
and kiss-forgotten petted smiles huff for shot thumbs;
and all this furled earth is pyramid
and all this girled world is shaped by scarab soul-squid

La.

work-in-progress title: oo, the rider of sweetening idlers causes lambasters of demure blood to come
1st draft poem then poem-song

oo, the rider of sweetening idlers causes lambasters of demure blood to
come; and, la, where a cocking sea-force rampages for softness then roods
will layer a procrastinator with bees; O, a family of spies must die for nudes
and, uh, a laden goddess sinks across beads
and, uh, a treason harness gets draggered aside burners of city trees

oo, the rider of sweetening rifflers causes lambasters of decorous gods to
lunge; and, ah, where a coaxing sea-sauce abuses murderers, a sea of dudes
appears washed far, far away
Uh, riddlers, sweated while fast asleep, must fuse a dramatic city-sea-clave
directly beneath welted smiles; La! we will trust in nobody at all
La! we shall trust in nothingness

Ohm

*
oo, riders of sweetening saddlers cause mad tigers to roar for evil Man
oo, ripeners, gobbed, issue mandalas from mad lifers when cellar-hands
appear sky-dammed; and a doctor to guns shoots pissers when brigands
appear star-drammed
and, uh, whence a daddy mind-moon enters flame under rain, rams ram
a crisscrossing eye against bees when cars shan't sunder de city's sands

oo, riders of sweetening saddlers cause mad tigers to roar for Woman
oo, deriders, godded, get massive while bad rhymers cum sperm-chicken;
oo, defilers, podded, get rigid for tricklers;
and, once along a false mind, eyers strode from red sleep and left cripplers
directly across sirenisers

*
oo, whence ripplers force shadow puppets to dance a mickler of a monkey-mind
prances like an moron; and, la, when once a dancer sues hitler then honey-minds
force filers to use tigrons; O, as we use cunts, a loser for himler dies for devils
and, once across a time, a breaker of de great beast comes chanting while gulls
come searching for easy genocidal horseless stables
oo, whence ripplers force meadow puppets to expand for fuckers, mummy-minds
use a dreamer to tight-strangle a wide earth whose indolent utmost evils
arouse cornflakes under peeing shit-coffee

oo, whence riflers force gallowers to swallow lips, a kicker of a greeny cunt-swine
dances; and, la la, weepers will weep for pillows when a stripper in a spunk-spine
comes shafted by blonde rills
oo, whence riflers force billowers to swallow drips, flamingos under grey gnits
come aside defamers; and, uh, while faceless tits cause favourite thunder to rip
acritudes, murdered, rams curs across spaceless clit-wards
ahh, i have entertained my own dead dad forevermore

Uhh

*
o, i must instantly entertain guns and lovers; O, as weddings fly by, then bad eyes
will, aside families, entertain drums with mothers; O, as bedding dries, then skies
must, once tamed, cause mummas to smother dupers of sodden fries; and, oo, eyes
will spiralise the livid where hirelings push combs from garden-guides
o, i will instantly entertain sons and liars; O, as weddings pass by, then mad spies
must, once drained, cause couplers to weaken

o, harbingers of blind glues will sirenise women where a draggler of mind-wives
comes shouting out aloud; and, la, we will sear air where frazzlers of heart-brides
must, once slowed, cause hands to can stapes in thin air
and, once rammed, dogs that ram clams must yap as cats bark; and gold hair
will most certainly car-moisten drams with dusts:
And, laming for stars, weevilers will sink pinkers across veins and old prayers

*
For men and huge lies, we sleep for city embers
& the walled cheeks of eyes
Bag kissers in slides
& the huge countessa of a nude light
Rams stars into holdalls.

Lice-life warts after rough-gnarled veined
Halls & sweet tureens
&, o, for huge brides, we sleep for
Chillers
,. in this mean place where Pan slept
Old stoves of blood bang in the hand
a & the nudes Sloane of decks
wreck poor poverties of sex with
walnut-wrinkled, pussy-pickled
veins & closed rigs.
With all too many heads seem
Wearying their way into dream
Then a lunar holdall
Will sell mod models to
A keen life that strides far away
.
& we vanish into rural air
& we punish sex with hair?
These are the canny climes where prayer
Disappears into neat fear.
• *
From the vast past & into the sundered future,
We will make our words glow like
One billion kissing worlds; and old fathers
Fulfil us with nude defenceless tears of Christ
-
O the poet’s pen scripts old hymns, & I
Cut my sea of agonies where odes to eyes
Capture all, all
Of the spinning sun-spun skies
&
Ochres of idiot men create new magic from
April rain & stoned storm-guns
& the wideners of wild wives inspire pan & wives
Sweat for separations…
I hear men vault as bidders under guns
Shoot bald Bethlehem.
unnh

*
sunderisers of an easy slit become sex-useless; O, a dizzy railer in a torn flower
will, once slaughtered, rip guns from mind-pooters; O, dizzy wailers under towers
must, once doctored, snip drums
la la, eyers of mixtures must, once stunned, force lip-guns to shout for dowers while
easterly defacing xmas-easters will lunge for horse-tits

sunderisers of an easy strip becomes heart-useless; O, a giddy father in a tall flower
will, once daughtered, snip gums from mind-hoopers; O, easy mammas sunder flour from
dairy cake-thumbs;
and, oo, once we weevil for sons, we will hedonise gillers from awakeners
hah, we will hereby suffer natrons while welsh hills force rivers to sunder deflamers
and, lo, when summers writhe for springers of wintry autumns, a dazzler will
rain across loud meals

and, uh, once when Ilkley facers feel for hidden pylon-graves must fuss for murderers
and, uh, once when boarish acorn-breaking food-farters fued for milk-sex-puss: Ah, we
will come to at bearded bodies while rude masters use tubes for silk-sex-cusps: Lahhh
this endless state in silence races smiles aside cruisers
and, oo, aside rapes, we will dial wives with fairy thumbs while smatterers drive oozers

against sizing oceaners. Ah, dirt may break where daisy mums enter eyes into bruisers

eh..eh, when lord angel and his funeral cousin got remanded, centaurs used tissuers to
sleep aside red waves; eh..eh, where lady archangels got dust-damage, winged bruises
appear jacking postmodern fathers with easy evil angled angel-damage; O, easy cruises
appear scurrying while even uses of kids force evil to sunder anal-damages; O, juices
come flowing via concrete frozen gill-chimneys
eh..ehh, when a lauded big ocean-oven scales images of heart-mind kidneys, voices will
idolate schizophrenias inside the sottos of mind-heart-schism-veils

and, oo, difusers of eagle-tribes will suffer heated sex-mounts as naked navels spill
indolencies across gob; O, once trilled, phonic meated mess-founts cut reddenerd hills
a pusher of loss sods a soft bandaged string that leads desks to counters while drills will
get scuttering down a changeling stairway
and, uh, mentalisms, with head-ceilings, must interfuse Hectors with satan-hitlers

ooo a fast facial inside a kissing gourami dons false bum cheeks while wild dills
become, once dyed, sinking self-made pissing oxbridgers with metals and nail-mills
ooo a vast fotal candle deep down in a febrile thigh will cum hufflers where killers
appear hooked to poos, urine and cunt-homicides
and, la la, pokers of de glues must wrap monkers under genocides while mirrors
come quivering; and, o-la, pressure-paps, smothering, get surrendered to millers

La? we will drop death's sanity bath-towel across pussellers of mumblers: Eaters
hereby sunderise a milked mind-cowl that helenises musclers with Numbers: Reapers get
clashing with curious crazy cures when alarming demure pistollers while bleaters get
mission-fed to spurious lazy man-sewers
La? we will drop dead. O, when we sew gal-lips shut, we shall supper after lost pets
Lahhh? weepies drop bread as buzzy turpentisers of sluts get peppered with scrits

all this wild world is a cage my son, all this wide earth is some sort of a space-gaol
ooo manx catteries must rage after guns while trapped birth gets fed to lace-sails;
and idlers whose graves came early will feed bricks aside blue ova-bisons;
and i shall appraise de mains when electric tithes
appear slotted inside mistresses of cooky trains
and, oo, once the domains load God then spiderers, stained, ride
dollaring westended salt purses
and, oo, once red sweet pain courses then lilies with grey guides

ssss. wetted knife-entreators gas formic glass: amid tribes, cries
come whimpering when scarry ashed model-masts don red rides
and, lo, while anteros and his daemon gardens sing for sky, Eden

will endlessly drive a meltered blank bodice where roads in season
cat-career unto scissorers of wanky salt-piss

Uh..

*
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 tapes
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
Bag 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 dunes,
Swallows all bruises.

O I saw Florence - I awaited so long for
Heated sex relief
But the bullets in a bounce of whores
Shot parabolas stoned dead before
I could open up love’s front door.

*
'The earth disclaims the glibness of the dawn and the morning seen
thereafter rapes the eyes of scorn; and we shall scorn the prayers
of the dreamt as seas tilt and quicken with their divided tides and
faith will breed with the dead as murders peer from the storm which
raids the fields of fear. And fixed grow the lights of the helios
that spin in the all-declaiming void as Aaron climbs the hill. Up

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

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

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

never!!!!'

*
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 issue 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.

work-in-progress title: beniters of savage hard-ons appear face-fed to cool linen
first draft poem then poem-song

beniters of savage hard-ons appear face-fed to cool linen
La, as wakers spread lard then a tear seen aside women will
hereby sirenise beds underwater
Uh, delighters in carved suns shine just like Mnethna's daughter
and, oo, while evil ilexers grind then dirtiers don madam slaughter

beniters of savage hard-ons appear force-fed to cruel wimin
La, as shapers of red cars use a head for ten wheels while chickens
get damaging doctors with lemon kitchens
Uh, delighters in starved drums shine, just like heaven's quarters
and easy devisers delve after swift crimes

*
beniters of evil scarred mums appear faceless; and, la, under hills
we will, once scathed, hum an evil tune
Uh, beniters of eagle-cars hum for fear while islands seize de moon
and, once along a mind, a dizzy timebomb fell from midafternoon
O, as deadliness fused swine to fizzy heart-guns then mad bad mills
will hereby scatter sunshine across eaten carts

beniters of evil scared mummies sear aces from hands; uh, farts
come cunting for pippy apples where a dummy in drams cuts masts
O, a dizzy dolly boy will surrender hair to daffies while easy masks
grab tears from killer-eye;
and, lo, whence cuttlers cry then darling ladies form death's casts

*
beniters of ravagers get puked from eyelets while beds on cliffs get
easily walloped down pet-dukes
O, delighters of Downs get puled while islets get greased; O, pecks
come shouting while kiddies lose balls
Uh, beniters of rubbishers get fluked while easy candles sweat necks

beniters of Benito and Adolph fuse fists to brawls while candy decks
swiften then carry bones to last evening;
and, oo, once aside a torn town, city beadings came using killings
to surrender sex unto the Void
Uh, denoters of deaths will force mind-boys to deaden toys

Huh

*
beniters of cabbagers get vomiting while heads under bedposts
become yielding for lit; and, la, anointers of death sunder head-hosts
La, once along red clits, a radioer of fevers use sexers to sunder
to interfuse layerers with skirt-mist; and riders of dudes use ghosts
to fragmentise deceivers with shirts while drivers of tubes become
lady-latent

beniters of widowers get planeting sea-spreads with easy guns as
whistlers of deifactions use graniters with breads while easy glass has
a soft way of crying; and, oo, we will rid beds of smiles as plexi-grass
must render pictures from boozed
lady-patients

Huh

*
beniters of ravellers get shining after dials while eaters of god's grass
get starved; O, as naked frets sunder smiles, then fathers inside glass
will surely, once carved, come wittering for chidden cuttlers; and de past
widens wimin with scratchmen as tissuing war-kittens die

beniters of travellers get grinding sex from lust while definers of de vast
get strapped to boats; and as faces wreck guns a shouter in a sweet masque
becomes fed to coats; and eyers in bushels stun rooters of damasks
Uh, once along a lizard-spine, a trafficker with guns murder cruel cats

with wheaty germs and genocides; and, oo, delighters of purdah bat for
an impossible cricketer whose stumps come boning beds with glasswars
Uh, weevilers of old misters cunt-up mummas while filthy dickers store
spoarers under gold; and, la la, junkers swill style while vinyls roar for

descrying picturers of pleaders and spunkers; and we will misuse walls

*
abusers of dodos have to shoot ten parakeets stoned dead
ah udderers under crab have to cast cold meat into bread
and a whipperer of wolven wands cast magic under beds
ah ah, abusers of dodos have to shoot ten burny heads
and a licer of lewd sucky porny winking hen-hit-lead has
a bolster for a dreamer and a coffee cake inside ald gas
and i will certainly need use of a disabled car; O, hurt ash
may well sell me to endless high tar cigarettes; and mash
melts inside long dead soldiers whose easy sex hit lush
sun-strippled warring flavas. Sex sends a freeby SAE
la la, Deaths heed entrances when a killer in a postal reed

lollies after pinnered pig-pens and the cafes of cut greed
and, la la, i ease a mental dig inside sand alleys: mung seeds
scatter hollowed tomatoes across a living world of dick trees
and we will reel inside the East when gathering up the teas
and we will shed buttock tears and we will weep forever.

abusers of dodos have to shoot ten parakeets stoned dead
ah ah, a video of crabs crashes down and Digital Telly-teds
show inchoate screens to disablers of dangly easy plebs
and we shutter a shitty sky inside wide-women's piss-pegs
and, uh uh uh, when weeders of Ides spy on salt-legs then
menfolks will have to learn of looters of lives and ribbons
.
lollies after pinioned piggy pens push oinkers under slides.

*
the lotuses of a crocus flower feed dumb enemies to water
o a fastness of dad's tower treats a dun cake with porter
and a bren in a sesame seed bun rides a steeder into lungs
la la, eyes may well widen as we buy a disabled car. Guns
shoot a hollah of a blind owl with dairy lips; and coded sun
gun-shine upon a weal when a wettener of clits sucks cum

*
beniters of mad melodious imbeciles use guns for rashes while keen piglets
appear denoted under mysterious mind-moods; and, la, while mean piggers fuse
coded mad-man hitlers with benito-blood-rivers, eyers of dials will use dudes to
sirenise egged flotilas with canny mud-mien-killers
and, once across a bed-mind, spiers used henna givers to soften closed mirrors
uh,-

beniters of sad melifluous easy seals use suns for fevers while keen pig-pets
appear benoted; and, oh, whilst reels suck crumbs then shouters of de cock's slit
will hereby sear jams with mouths while four stories under, routers of de cops hit
a modeller of a panda-porn-car; and spellers of tories rent pickers to whore-wit
Huh, we will wolf-widen Mars while baiters gob bodies
La

aside wintry springs that yield cars to slaters of hobs a shrilling bone-bride
must, cocooned, steal fields from motile bladers; and easers of city-cries must
render beniters of sad wheels as swift to taste as a blower of babiers: O, trust
hereby wallows under crabs while we cast filthy shadows in rapiers; O, cusps
come back homeward now to file for eagellers

Ohhh

*
i haven't got the human strength to lift life's tawny heights because my hands
have apparently become 'subhuman'?
O, i do not have the sexual strength to kiss life's buzzy hype because Woman
has recently decided that i should become 'Sex Dead?'
and, la la, where we talk to a gallow-gang we must shend all bird-children
and, o-la. where we talk to a meadow-gang we must shend all bed-children

Ah Men. oo, this tandem of a fotal poem will never be taken back.

*
beniters of vast bushel-bodies van blue hair for waters while dizzy head-masts
get chewing along leaden rubies; and we will soften doctors with cureless pasts
o, beniters of vast bushel-doobies van blue hairs for daughters while grey masks
appear venal while tissuers of daisies use a hot head for plasticine; and rafts come
hissing underwater; and boaters of dairies noose breads

beniters of vast renal cavvies dam blind chairs while porters of fizzy devs use
idolisers, bended, to falonise edams with tears; and pissers under nuked lubes
become rented to blinders of england; and, Lo, optical skaters must cup flues
directly beneath a veined sail
O, beniters of evil Benito force devil Adolph to believe in subhumans while
droplets, splintered, cause de horse angels to quicken kelpies with smiles

and, oo, eyers of tinctures cum wailing after loud trees and sweet mammaries

La.

*
Arrowers of native naked car-oil swirls a pinnny fanny cowl
and, lapped from mouth, a nudy of a girl swims aside de loud
and, suckled from drought, a demon of this world has to crowd
honeyed pissers pushers with pled fished nets. O, laden towels
become lard-large with renal dregs and salmon-shaken sex-owls
and a patent pisser pricks venal pegs with outelbowelled clouds
and a star-spread larder dons donkey foods as a bell of shrouds
enhearses cavvy voices with milkers of cakey piss-pronounced
honeyers of wanky hooty hanky swanky swanners of louts
..
when silenced by diners, i saw a swarthy cummer in the dark
gathering up lemon bees from de Beast; and i cut fingery sharks
with prodded buller sand which trickles from treacled boy-tarts;
and easers of pealing watch-strands bubble across sugar-sparks
and, la la, a donuy of a cock-cram clappers vinegar inside Arks;
and, lo lo, a hummy hitler-ham handles nancies with brown-arts
and we weedle under sticker-scram with pokers of bell-barks
.
Arrowers of natal navel-nubs rub paladin with forcing farts
O marrowers of fatal cradle-clubs rub aladdin with love-carts
and a mower on its sensual side widens under lippered hearts
La La La. Weeders of yellow weirs wire secret signal marts
with a lazy loony wanky shanky shandy sucrose mammy-marks
and i hastened to a public loo when devouring hissy skid-marks
and, oo, i am assured that sin will eat its fish-n-chips in masks
and wiveners of soap wode eats doners in a naked opened loo.

tidal sparrows die for meadows and a shriller of a night-nude
ennooses eaty Ides from shadowed bone-bridlers of screws.

*
beniters of day and night surround pickers with sodden minds; and closed jams
come layering fists across the milky moon
La, beniters of death and life compound rippers from sodden spine; and old jams
come layering lips across the silky tombs
and, uh, once along de cross, a crippler of wounds doublecrosses cold islands
La, beniters of devil-emptiness shaves bubbles from rubblers while dwarf-demands
force redoublers to sear endlessness with cradles

beniters of deaths get spike-scanned while spurious daggers may well use england
to sirenise the eyes of a poor earth with wideners of dragglers and cellar-women
La, beniters of day and night surround pricklers with sovereigns while chesty guns
get routed; and, oo, once along a mind, we will serumise doggers and lost suns
Uh, when denoters force lungs to use limes we use fags for robbers when children

stop to kill gods; and, laahh, weepers use milk-weepies to sodomise grey women
Oh easers of diamate get furled around swift stars while diggers of fazed venoms
and the wives in the gravy world resounds while wiles surrender to filmed prisons
Oh, a delver of stiched spaces use dilators for wild bile where unearthly missions get
commanded to thrill when deaths in the gems forge feelers from deadly prism-pets
Oh, once we have found the sun inside the earth we will use lost UFOs to find
strange alien crafts burbling underneath earth-magma

La, La: copious meddlers arrive from meat as whiteners prove racist of mind
La, La: coronars to treddlers arrive from meese while murderers get swined: Uh,
once upon a time, eyers spurted killed rides
once across a time, ripeners carved love's guides while metlers infish mud-scribes
come rocking along a rotting clotheshorse
and, come cunting, a slotting seahorse lends stones to father god; and tribes cum
pure decorous demure cocking hearsers;

oo, beniters of day and night surround pickers with raveners as cellves kiss guns

work-in-progress title: these ideal curly kissy curders will hereby surrender manx blooms to midnight
first draft poem then poem-song

these ideal curly kissy curders will hereby surrender manx blooms to midnight
La, as easy evil pissy murders thrill, a massive cardial tank may well use lights to
scissor menfolks with eggyolks
La, these ideal curly hissy curdlers will hereby surrender manx tombs to de blues
ahh. Once across a gilly girl, a fuhrer of ills may well murder de moon while shoes
get cast aside killers and blokes

these ideal curvy missy hurtlers will hereby surrender dust to doom while heights
get smashed; and, la la, while henfolk eat eyes then serpents will render cold mikes
and, where deniers drool, a fotal hero's babe-meat must fuse heads to pikes
La, these ideal curly kissifer whose canny faisty catty mood will use mice to feed
weeblers to weals

*
these ideal curly pissy curders will hereby surrender sex-taxers to blonde fights
Laa, as queasy sucklers of purdahs use wives then a tangerine mood fuses flight
with dirtyting mind-mucklers; and, O, while faces end then a mad suitcase spikes
a long dead head-holiday; and, uh, while droolers send men to cash then midnights
must surrender pucklers to sands;

these ideal scurvy eaters will hereby surrender sex-axers to blinding blue mice
Laa, as dizzy ducters befriend ills then darkners of deaths will fued after christ's
disappearing edible heart-mind God-body
Laa, and we will extend wine to wynds while sharpeners use rubies for Mummies
and riders of doomy denial will strut salt seed

*
these ideal easy dairy dweebers will hereby surrender face-fasters to sweet lice
Laaa, under teas, we use a molten brew for de mamma while fablers under trikes
will come to seethe; O, once across a spined mind, melters of cablers must write
directly back home, where sexless cocky bled minds use cunts for radical rites
and, oo, we will weevilise messengers with bed-lime; and weepers weep for tripe

these ideal body-benders will hereby surrender suiters to lace while greyers prise
maddy moltenisers from drills; and, la la, riders of gropers will hereby writhe
Laaa, under tears, we use a holy eye-storm to surrender masses to urban wives
and these eaten bird-words must serve swarms to kind killers; and corban-cries
must render couplers with dirtyers of fawns

*
eerie drummer boys will sermonise guns with lovers; and the sadness of porn
gets fed to dizzy toys; and a human gun must sever as a sea of coded prawns
appear slotted across mumma boys
O, as we use feuders for mana, drummers will surrender boats to loaded porn
O, as we fish for fingers, then featherers, filled, will send salt to blowers while
stationers, paper-pissed, clasp dizzifiers inside mills

eerie drummer boys will sermonise guns with fever; and the sidlers of dawn
ease memorexers across hills while, spun, kid-rivers rend riddlers from spawned
carpers; and, La, when barblers smile, guns come shooting markersons
and, O, as we weep for gems then we will stun summers with winter's ice-bum
Lah, we will extend dolters to wrens whilst mums render kids as dead as drums

*
these ideal schism men who scry after tears will hereby surrender to de boys
la, these evil prison-men who cry after fears will hereby surrender to sweet joys
and, once seagulled, dizzy broods suffer wives while families send beds to boys
la, ideal priser boys use wives for fathers when riders of Decembers use god's toys
to crisscross a nuclear nude with molten martyrs
and, oo, whence fans smash for maidens then eaters of chanters will form fingers
from gingerers; and, once pecked, we will surrender dogs to planters

these ideal prison walls, made from blue cages, come swinging from lost killers
Ohm, these murdered molls whose gangsters rage will use ghosts for rivers while dinners
appear sullied by a fascist head-school
Oh, these murdered droll dude whose pictures cause ill will use boasts for quillers
and, once along a skull, easy peddlers cum forcing dills to fuse coats with fillers
and we will surely scent silly madders with soaring rills
and, la la, we will have to rent massive saddlers to filthy fields while filthy massers

drop dead.

*
assaulters of tomorrow's sex will hereby surrender dog-dazzlers to easy murders
O, devisers of grey sorrows will hasten to Decembers while easter-xmas meddlers
come sheltering plumes under rills
O, devisers of fay shallows will hasten to sweet mumblers as xmas-easter piddlers
come weltering; and, oo, feeders of missions reap drippers from fishy fielders
ahh, we will surrender bands to bridlers as a bellyful of rippers will force mirrors
to city-burn all sweet desemblers

assaulters of tomorrow's sex will hereby surrender noosers to salted soft members
La, and we will ride from sex as we curse defenders with blinders
La, and we will ride from sex as we star-purse a hearse-kid with scented briders
O, devisers of fairy thumbs forge meat from horses while neoners send drivers from
east to fateful west;
and, oo, where we force necks to break, then we accuse mummas of raping breasts

and, laaa, when we send wrecks to treasons, we must hear blue stars fall from lungs

*
chains fall from sex-malls..O once aside a mind
we rode from molls to treason.
- the aces under brawls fight for seven seasons
& we ignite a gold-leafed fish-bowl
& we cry for gourami wine.

ahh a lazy lion of chance roars against us
lah a crazy Zion enters watery whip-gust
& we swell up
& we grow down
...
chains fall from reason.. O, a dubber of wynds
feels for guilty febrile flashed souls.

*
a fistula of a fined face has our fierce fates by heart
lo a windy spy-case
pinches boys with schizophrenia &, as we start
a blonde-fire
then we raise a roper from a snoody sea-spire
..
once upon a rhyme, we bellied up for swung lace
& now tell false tales
..
a fistula of a fined face has our eaten us -Oh, harts
bum-harden an easy beggar
with romantic wives whose use of coin-peppers
pawns a blaze for a feather
...
once upon a rhyme, we believed in gilt-cods
but now, chained to wine, we scatter drunk-blood
..
.we must be aware of killer earth?
//
o
*
oh i intend now to bleed inside the moon
oh i intend now to drop a lunar tomb
la- & as we break from sleep then dunes
must cop some lips as a bunny in a wound
scatters self murder

i espy a dodayed rider riding after Mum
oo i attend now to a vile rug... Old gum
sticks a licker to a carp-dyed stream
- as odours fade, then a bed of bream
denoates a loud cream-horn
...
ah i intend now to breed inside the mon
ah i intended to die but dying has soon
cum to lucrous nothing...

bed-riven banks of drakes drug poddng
pudding men who stride against buggings
& i espy a dunny grape made from honeys..
,..
*
missioners to easter-xmas must interfuse hectors with blind andromedas while guns
come shooting loud sweet-deaths
O, as we sirenise heat then meat-meths will come to rid minds of smiles and Whitsuns
O, missioners to xmas-easter interfuse hecklers with deaf myth-designers use sex
to sirenise oodlers to easy misters
and, la la, when we watch sisters then we soak our pens in orange clisters while death
appears fuddlered with peepers
O, as we sirenise heaths we must shovel offals across pictures to devillers; and sex
will send pippers to pipex; and riders of mussels come routing while dizzy T Rex
lends thrumming poetics to pure geniuses while candles gutter out

and the riders of ruby demanders must sweep axes across butters while car-louts
use a maidenhood for greased remanders; and we will weep for fathers while mouths
appear opening for good
O, as we sirenise heat then meat-decks will hereby surrender bodies to gold-hoods
O, as we magify wideners of wild heaven, then family will use rubies for sweet-mods
O, as we signify head-scrapers then dressers in brollies will use doobies for hot clogs
and, once along a lost mind, i overheard deafness using eyes for noise
and, once along a cross-mind, i overheard blindness using ears for toys

Hah! while i interfuse drums with soiled drapes, then missioners will live forever

*
missilers whose muddied smoke-bombs force mad kids to star-explode will
hereby masonise manses with snake-bones; and sad pigs will see a soft hill
come surrendered to a hillock of faces;
O, missilers whose bloodied cunt-gun shot a mumma must use dogs to swill
canny catters whose holy eagle-spaces must shout across a sea of gobs;
O, missioners must feel for seagullies while raiders of loss come using god
to sea-widen narrowed vein-waters within labia
and the hot roller men who will spin for de father must heap cods under fever

and these wide cretin-days get done by facelessness while maces underwater
get shovelling curtain-days with stunners; and we will push across hired waters
while, stella-screwed, mazers of comers must use meals to flush mired water
aside burials;

and, la la, we shall fragmentise grey murders while honeyers of spires will slaughter
all brides while mutts seen on a hot-tinned chestnut road must do daughters
and, la la, we will hoot to a crayon feather
and, uh, we shall scoot after lyon believers until heavenward demons use geigers
to falonise defacers with carers

O-La where birds scream, nonchalant lady levees sink fucks under deceivers
O-La where birds stream, nonchalant baby seizes sinks from diaper-drivers
and a kind passage inside red rain will,
while shopped, issue dives to periods; and, oo, riders of sills must suffer
blooded sanitary slides
O-La where birds scheme, dirtied instant babies will feed ash to farmers;
and a beaded halfling seen skirting-up idiot baby-cities
O-La, when curves creep, then greyers of ingots will sharden messies

mandatory demons demonise truths
mandatory sirens darken cloved boots
and because heaven is stoned and dead
and because real heaven never existed
and because true gardens
must always turn in flowery circles
we must eat into green reason
O

the oats and plums of sweetness
heap salads upon windy wine-deepness
the oats and plums of sweet nests
heap cooked mallards upon loveliness
and the words of Man
read verses to old England
O

tiny british islands flow directly where
bad traffic lights leap from sweet air.
Death pours a dram
Breath parts macadam
Sex mauls brigands and
old oglers of city papers use hands
to grip a solemn ego
Ahh

whatever we have to say is now
lost in the easter weather
whatever we used to say has now
crapped upon a gourde in the clouds
and a starry hilltop surrenders to crowds
and ogres wash ovens
and killers cut onions
..
O Out Out Out
endlessness
O Out Out Out
deadliness...

*
and the live crooner sings for the swift deaths of evil humans.

further speed-written songsheets

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