671.

when wearied with the hot cold sun we must lift a solar witness from four scented perfumed winds; & a jabbering gelled bone-body climbs
moon-water from a rented city gun & when once a bad sign burns, then dizzy darlings will drag draked men
& a gabbing gentleman loses women
eh?.. a crocus in a deep heart hardens after dames & clocks: oo, a lippy sin reaps a sea of porn-locks, & a bald sun cries
o once above a mind, we summon searers from dammed baby & when once a furious squatted power leads lace to water
then we will gun a sea-slammed flower; & a Leda of slaughter
cuts a killer from manned rain?

a crocus in a steeped heart gardens after daffs & cocks & a noonday hour raises garlands & a spume of ladies cuts a spectre from a loaned soft
creamy killer....

Amen to the red skies...
Farewell to kid's scribes...

o

An occidental vampire of a dreary heart lays loss to daddies o a fantasy sun-fire voices a deep Ark & a bun of tyres
teeters-.. As a blue spire bodies old pyres from skirt then the robbers of the hurt mark fanning chill cold burglaries..
when once a weather in the dark rams a fantail roundabout a stereo-park then the wallowers of shaded rape
sup a pounded mirrror
O

eyes under whippers nip papers -where once fathers snip strange peppers then old birds will bag cockerels & cagey female crags
& sins out-grabe keen fizzy curtains & an occidental vampire of a dreamy heart lays loss to mummies la, a kissy coned family heaps
dogs & draggled babies
.
we put a putty god where old flowers danced against slippery orange skins; & a bolt of bodies heeds scoured
cakey moon-sins. oo, when once a cage of eggs spins for coded layered hearts then we rope a rag around wards & a hospice in the dark
drinks deaths dry..

we put a putty god where gold towers bedazzled us with fawkesfires; & a bod of rubies had god's whore-cab driven by robotics & sharks
bust a neon clave of dairy-cancer while rodeos rock a dust drum where old lies hiss for bad horses
leap lazy nudes.

where once guilty horse-dust cuts a cusp of capricorn then a bed of cancer-tauran bulling sphincters will shut candid dancer-storms
& a bonce of iron layer after sluts & we cry for winter.

o a soul of murder notes the time
o a doll of fever
swelters for mother
- when once a bull bone shines
then fragments of lovers
lead cops to fathers...

leathery maggots don old minds
ingenious lovers
lap lardy warders
& a god of rhyme rocks thet timed
city of death's orders?

 

672.

once upon a heart, faceless fitters drowned under seizures: as a porny puller pole-pap chops kissers, the rummy baba of eclectic lady-hands
shuts up a peacock's liver; o the dummy larder of starved weathers rocks a pissed feather.
when once a pox of iron sunders us then a bod of lions will stock a gravy bus

& a mummy dada inside a blood-plowed brigand boxes a tree of pure thumb-lust; & a sunny cava drinks sex dry...
once upon a mind, we suffer sky once against a world, sea grime craps into five winds.
a mummy cloth has a badly embalmer for a slicked mind: ahhh a silly rock roasts a bulb as billy candid crime
claps cunts in fever...

this side of my world, a red river rams salt honey
adown a pulled page of money.

the bear footed countessa of a pearled mind plucks mad cherries: lo, the air fisted umbrella of a swirled mind picks sad berries
& a spool of tears trickles under libbies
.
where once aside a rhyme, loud bunnies burn a bucky rabbit then a bacon mask dreams of dummies & a girl in season
hires a yoyo lissom?

the bear booted countessa of a blind mind
swells inside a stone
& the moon-day week
weakens forced sleep
& ribby fucked maidens teach love's
endless lesson

Oh the coda of a creamed father levels crammy labs under wide weepy lost lives
& we clamber up inside a devil
& we listen to demon-drives

once upon a mind, a starry bride diseases dogs with wafers & a softened spiral sky rides bluesy bended diamond drives..

miraculous maidens will revel underneath a saddle moon & a penile raft raps a runed old venus-song where clappy cotton cavvy air

stop forever.... & the sofas of spilled mum levels cocked crocuses
& the halls of death daarken
opuses of vaginal spoons.

the crapping owled horse hand
rides a false pony.

some employ the dead to summon laughter. o, some deploy a bed to sink sad dreams in to & a bod of lions lacquers killers with
golden summer hairdos: where once a berry balm suppers for darkest diners then a pont vecchio lays a fast maw
& a moor of glass exits under vast thinned hair toddies?

some employ the dead to soften fathers & a blended bowl will scatter swine where rolling lovers
lock a bald swing...

eyes under wine glow when
blind drunkards ram a fevered wind
& blithe gods give in.

 

 

673.

oh we will swing around a swft cocoon: oh we wiill eat the wasted doll playgrounds; & a pile ofl love plumes after drowned
hearse-eaters. as a bed of minxes melts, then dunes will nag aside the dreams of old rooms
.
oh we will swing around a blue moon: oh we will sing for daffy sad beaker men who strude after lip-lads; & the rose of easter
locks long ladies fingers where crabs cock a venereal Venus?

once upon a mind, sleep missions sink pillows into wheatgerms..

o as for a city of apes, may we just sink luminous skillets inside sex dust & what with gunny power, may swift lust
locks a loaned finger deep down within a painted sanity mirror & once against a wall, we weevilled for
blonde bombed ant stores: o a bedded gallery of straws finger bright brawls of hail
..
& as for thenburied, can we just snip a river summer from closed campus laughter- o we must adjust to a clear day when
chillers can xenon city dens- There is

a pulled flight of stairs here
^& we are always accused of fear
& we don rainy bed-hats
& we ram blue pewter adown
crazy cunny boys...

Oh.... " i attach a crowler to a sea for the hyper-materialist gentian knowledge of holy picasso must devour the 'intellectual hyperion'
already, chokey crumbs strip acids bare from crowlers of nancy spider fawns for a locus under mien rocks porn
and we heap 'structural sun-warned' monetary diadems of 'obsessing crows' and the dined imaginative gold-grease
of intermediary glasses and pissers unfound between sand and gestalt-families of permitting psychic pickers of optical hands.
the blue eagle of a diamate demon is caught between skies and drams- o, we await the beggars schools o lost souls puff up like rules
. the biological and dynastic phenoms of rolled Leonardo has been the first great ingenitive catachism of modal odal psi-thought
and the rites of massive janus Picasso will form the duelled neuretics of a minster of pigeon cardioms;"
..
as yet misunderstood, a cartal bone falls to swept vineyard tails,,

Uh... the signet of summer flashes agaimst my face and bursts into one million stars all over fat towns, the city fragments
and a wide hurricane crashes as it tangs
fog-heads scream through opal windows
and eyes begin to dance through shadow meadows.. i trample aside a moon-ride i twirl like an dream...

colours dissolve and we heed saline dressings & i lash skin with de family; and only mean tithings remain as sugar pressings
sign along this dotted line

what is the feeling we neglect about pandemical spirit spies? o age, where undressed, expresses stars as communalism, dadaism, doctorers of fascism
become a model porno cage

inside nine decades, a mad queen will be surely malformed. In Nine Chiliads, the hands that have never been raised may vibrate down the never-forgotten
curtains of pure orange april rage

what is the feeling we regret about pandemical parrot eyes? o age, where sun-pressed, expresses scars as a keen transparency of flowers revolts now and mends

one of us is a sister slaved under cork and apple-skin and never do we dream of the eyes of a life, and bread needles a fast famine underwatered inside bright sin
one of us is a sistr slaved under pork and maple-skin and what if our lives were put about the sun? O, so what if the evenings of hollowed water shot vacant clocks
because you shall never basket snakes till the sky stops. And i sensed my godless grassed tongue eating for death. when i told my dreams to ride then sleep stopped sex
i felt my veins digging under gulls - Man's hand falls when a shiver of skulls raps a coda aside naked budders
& we are at The Bodies..

 

...

674.

when i told you i could only wish for more then you then i found tooled gold and lammered after blue raised blood & blood with sweat for its seed
senses my godless masked tongue eating under bound blueberry yields and naked brothered cherry-powder. o i saw as i lay dying the unbroken sees
i saw the killled where a baby inside chowder dies out as she cries out aloud for evil smotherers and we shall leave nothing but red factories
& our life will squat under cemeteries

the gunfire next door rocks and shudders When the dawn is filled & left to lovers echoes heard just nextdoor will mother the teeming troops
that are certain to come..o it may well happen again - this love i can always believe in when our storm fills with suggestive favours
and the ancient car breaks, just like a heart. when evening falls, like a blurred heap, a man may well have to lose his wage and schoolyards appear dropped underneath
impassable blue fields where faces age

entirely...

&
the nameless candles of your eyes
Of your nude
star-stained dreamings of your hands
which when it isn't malt wants ruins
To come to and
to settle down
on a hot blank cheek where skin
reaches into each and every pore

we open and close a necktie
and the colours of baby suzanne
has a fish for her hay-cheek
all fished, all kissed
under bright ladders
in the filimic sun of your white laughing face.......................these girls of sin we shall not eat we pray for them: they owe us owls
these birds of sin
familial ... they float, they fry they fried for us from end of day they cum to rest entirely fat devils
of caddis deaths on the plates of the sea..
some are enormous
some are fifty feet
some we may hold
some slip a ring around rivers
some cum home to sex

tiny birds seem
entoscopic and laden. ooh, in veins we speak for them
or we snigger around
bald blood wings.

these mad word-girls baked us?
..

675.

fountains and gilded faces on plain earth are no man's garland; there they pull rolled faces from pain? Mist forms in the sadness among peaks
and galleries, like silk in hard hands...
It is rolled into sails, broken under fulsome damp stars, and bitched down the masks of cinemas:.
The dawn wind marries grey clouds aside babies and arbours, to the slipped grave and hospices below
And all of this occurs in a prayer of rapped wastegrounds, inside silent dressings

A mankind of magpies watches de clouds; He flies up, down, under towns, when the heated whips of wax dolly after hymens
o bled plumage disappears inside a Lover....

These are life's wounds,
shaped whole in a shroud of grey rivers.

Inside the walking night
The forests have ceased to grow
The shelves are glistening
The girls dissolve into pure shadow
And eyes return to you.

Your face is marched in a cliff-face
My thumbs are marked beneath your hair
And since the times we have had
Harden into bees
And since the mines we've grabbed
Silences blue trees
Then all that is left will be combs

Once flown,
The scarlet flavoured owl will return
And you and I will fade away?

suddenly, in a sky at the ear of a draped sleeper, a loud grave is shaking on an inner ward. farriers fumble in to darkness, chewed arteries surge full and deny all floods
And behind eyelids, a sun appears struggling to arise, casting midnight inside a siren

where a man neither living nor dead
shits on exposed flesh
and remembers?...

how many innocent fires what burnt horizons strangers of a mind februs facial stranger where shall i traipse the fire-horse of my hands where sprays a fire-faned heart
in its radio nave..it was five winds shook down the eye's nib. the nighttime fell away from a baby under sleep.
the streets roller to yesteryears recollecting love the hissing hands sun-grinding slips under cobbed beds.

it is the five winds return to clogs in a pissing glass. your rear window is a godly glass. why do you close you lips away?

a fine good night for a fire-axe to be crackling with veins - or so sex glistered, cumpling red tapers god could only see as ceremmonial capers
whistling for silence, we tried to hear storms, and thought demurely, 'Sesh is burning both of us. o horus is burning all our lives.'
and sex should be gone but hot old hands set alight to nude water.

the ragged trees shake lightning, dark as sand, we moved nearer the moon.. 'If only Ram could cease the immolations of this heart!'

but faces heap ragged rind as codal wards tilt up, up, inside an orange mask where parks tauten a furry burned force-fed wooded heel..

everything is blissful now: i will arise at three-fifteen
everything is glissful now: i wil arise at light-fall
.
O . a good dummy girl in a bed nest leads a shopping mall into
emptying shovel hands: and we believe in grey futures -
you've read the news all year - we've seen droplets of blood
fannning funereal fotuses with luminous pleasure corpses.
but the sky slits a bunny boeing between 2
cars, a horse, an angry heart and a lilac-laden gun-screen
& a vast codeine of a marble-river sees red erysipelas
come soap-juddering after each blood-night & every poked day.
o what can a human butterfly do but burn life's wing?
o we pierce gaddy lights where fay night never whines

Lahh

...

 

676.
.....
..
huge seas are like Easter: glossed eggy smoke is everywhere & with blue mirror-men who are content to shit upon a shelly of a merman
simply, we stare into a glass of curious mud-doctors: water singing with huge seas under cortisone waves raise a glass mouth: i swing
after ovaloid bays and infectories of mind-mazed descendents of nursuries and stoppers.
over a dance-floor, eyes drown under a vast ward: spired spies sound a blind town where huge seas are like Xmas-Easter
glotted white soldiers holiday for sun-diallers and missives of a dodgy devilled member soothes a moony jaw with hissing table-tender

ahead of us, a huge road glimmers like a bawd,
the eye is sheering
droneward, past lilted urban lampoon ceilings,
all terraced (with vegetative marble ramps
sucking off spastic phlegms and tiny ranks)
and we seer for a pot of pied bed- old scores
reach up under clay as a promise of ascension
kneels down to a stool whence puled vingear
floats upon a madam's star-groined cinema
..
La

o it may well happen - a sea of sluts i must believe in where gold mornings fill with fearful lovers and the accidental city maws
are led to frightened fathers.
blue sapphires start and rocks shatter across echoers of troops who swim layers of brutal laughter. o, we shall leave behind nothing at all except
a hawker of a wheel shyly spinning: when nightjars fall into blurry jeeps a man may loosen fashion's malsuline braggy eyes
and schoolyards stop, and a tower of minds becomes impassable to touch.

o it may well happen - a sea of sluts
i must believe in
where, billed, an eaten inn toasts cups

we shall use our lives like a litter-bin and ancient cars fill up and we shall leave nothing behind except overturned bakers with cake-shut
creperies
..
mountains and cold spaces use old rain.

impossible to feel, a veiny blue field loses its wheaty way and trainyards stop as churches yield the stoney thoughts of old day.
when evening falls, a tribe of eels faces in, and keen fawns use a carped imbecilic feather-cart

it my well happen again - we leave
nothing behind except promontaries
and stopped light crawls.

 

677.

it is made to be folded under a nightlong sea of stairs, displaced under stars while dropped just like a cat,
or fatally rocked among blued blind desks, and cities behead cool salesmen.
as it stumbles down a prayer or muscles swiftly, inside its weird wicca basket, it begins to expose,
a rabid rose whose rawness burns just like a frozen fire-fed expensive car: its illliteracy soils world-fire,
a rat is tolled against a brook.

Five millions purses are instantly
deranged by haloes, and
self seems permanently dried...

o there will always be poems-
poems of socks, shades and lies..

o, shops appear filled with bales, shot down, like valleys, like sails. mist may form around beaks and vales
leave nothing except droolers & a magpie is caught munching mould, under cities and arbours where sickly stairways disappear into air
and we crowd fevers with lost hair; and all of this happens as scratching strawmen silence hideous bandages with laden ward religions
and all that is left is a sea of women
..
we are made to be rolled down trees
or perhaps dropped in a causal bin?

these are the wounds we lived for, a flight of stairs, a displacement of hair or else a wire-wickered funny rock-ramrose.
these are the wounds we lied for, a displacement of a city rat, a wrongheaded Leda, a lost trove & the samphire next door shutters
iced echoers four doors down for a silent piece of salty shores
and our lives mount a donkey cart, cloud-turning like a lobe
or else spinning like a flower.

& cold england falls in blurry heaps while a homo peter Pan losing his away among hearses and trainyards gleam under a city purse,
stoned by the expensive break of weary sex-day.

impassible victims of the ill, nuked children who went to sleep inside a hidden christ has caves for winter spires.
..it may well happen again - this much
i will always consider real as hot rain.

& faces will glow when cathedrals fall.

fountains and rolled faces on the earth are formed for women's garland; death makes strange uses of garden, and out lilted life mounts a refugee cavern
oveturned by impassable funny wagons
..the gunfire next door rocks and shutters indigo fawns that meld hands with feathers and our life mounts an easy cabin where
a slowly spinning tree hardens into air
..
it may well happen once again - this much
i can always believe
because an ancient car refues to suck
blue petrols

one hand heeds faces, a further hand
digs historic shrubbage inside Japan
..

678.

we shall leave nothing behind except babies we shall exchange bad lies with a dreary quasimodo fairy queen when gunfire of shoots and shutters
echoes inside old cemeteries and old feathers when accidental future ancients oozed cars which may never start.
when evening falls in blurred blued heaps a man vamoosin his route to churches
and schoolyards feel for the bumps of beached
body whales

and it may well happen again - this i owe to
distant faces and no man's eaten garden -
true efts will swim to drown
and it may well happen again - this much
i can always believe in..

we shall leave nothing behind except babies.

it was five winds reciting prayer up the dolly streets from life's leaping ghost whence the hurtlers of hustler windows opened out unto mountains of bears
O when red streets unfurled underneath carrion ecstasties, the widows were sopping with devil dead halflings as hairy hursutes came sinking beards into
flayers of dimate and mercury fizz; and eyes, shone creapy, drives for a crowing sty-towns with olden ghasters of ashen fondlers
and these streets of feeling dirty came back homeward to lives upside a kitchen sound.
a naked god groped for jesu-game
underneath a leaping moat
..
hand in hand we ran
behind formaldehydes
and a refusing refugee cart named
a tobacco beard whose hirsuit gun
shot a chasm raised from darkness
..
we dared to break into the sadness
before all wishes were left to strum
giddy body sitars
..
O

we know the route to the inner ear,- under swifts, a deaf moon of rose tears hunts after the purser's key, and already a whipped hearse is made
from a locomotive hunting hounds.
and the windows are dripping in this room reciting prayer as the streets we ran form formica robes from delicate wounds,
and under a peeled pyre of light, a cruel silence is grown like a beard.

we know the route to the inner ear,-
hand in hand, we ran
through the houses of fog:-
it was remorse made us ride dogs,
o a great river was well known till
struck awfully dead.

do you know the man who sold dirty cards? have you ever seen the slips of the city? o will you come to me for a neoner's castor lift-life?
Oh, as the summer dreams of eyes come back to life fat needle-nights of fond felines drop a candle-christ.
one of the suns is shaped from midnights but will not scatter a dark moon-mind, and the summer dreams of eyes come out for mice,
and the needle-lights of five million hens
sets a north-ship tossing a coin upon five seas

Thus, in the maundering morning of a sinless day,
Jack and his wife set sail for a north-south grave...

one of the suns is shaped from midnights but cannot
spiral from the stars of heaven's tears..

679.

we shall never dream of the mazes made from rot, neither shall the sadness of a dark prison heal hops; and as the summer rides against punks and salt-shots,
then a vein of winds parts a string with fairy hands? ....
we hear a hardening tap next-door watering a house that has no hardened tap; and we stop stilled forever, come naturally to a loused
wheatstalk which dances for tiny stools.

immense slashed eyes wash away a correspondence with
old rollered eyes that rain away a footpath under kids
,
O

the moon has a little goat for dawn-break. birds drip like trees as swards fill a sky with cold sails; and an air of soil spoils de boiling where
the freeway smells of winter. o, the sun seems less cold than touch-dry. o, a moon under deaths darkens a chalet with radio wives
..
the moon has a little goat for its cheese-shaping dawn-break. birds drip as winged pinafores pin a moth upon sheet glass.
all of my neckties having been wrangled under wards now froth up, just like modellers of mothers whose lite
looms down the hill
..
sooner or later, a glove will ride up a sweet clifftopped ill spleened hill where old night happily strangles the eyes of milled
bodices of dyed lary masks whilst i was checking my pockets, a swanny swansong rinses furred hands when suns
bark upon little lady guns
.
the moon has a little goat for dawn-break: birds drip like trees and wards answer to daddy's mind-drum and having being hanged by penis-pockets,
all of my clothes have been cycled furiously through a hat's dream. soon, red polish will rock for tussocks
and a bell of thunder must cry.

ah, by the sweat of a son, mammas will surely sing loud vegetate hosannas and, like a pickled wind, clouds of eyes
must stop
,.
we may well froth with fruited rot
we may well darken a sea of cots
we may well harken a lea of socks
but we are dressing too well now

uhhh

birdies drink for trees. The moon is a little mind over here, were hills fill a secret flagon-wagon and the feline air is as old as patience.
the flyways melt for wagons; and streetlights burn

i played dead whe i wanted
ultimate peace

i was fuelled by keen dust and i wanted fear to wipe peaceful feet on a chair yet then i was closed in robes and i took them off and then saw troves
caning love with deaths and night fell and i chatted with dolly cells

i am in deep love with everything
inside of me, a beautiful grave must spin
dizzy death's dimples
.
i was fiuelled by mean dust and i wanted tears to
swipe midlife from a candle

?

 

680.

babies drip from bluesy buggy reeds. The sun is a fingertip drawn over a naked sea; dawn, as fast as hot milk, files guns with the sky's trip and.
the prayer of air is touch-cold: gassed hair burns like an ice-cubed street of slush-dreams
..
when the water is turned off
then cars will bang like cars.
one keen girl in a compress leads the sunned souls where a drop of blinde blood pays for t rex as a simmer's mister moves, just like the moon, between
slot machines and Easter-Christmas; and a vast distorted handy creature becomes alike to a burthened butterfly
but the skies snips winged cloud but the slips of slapped slits cream behind buildings..
birds drop dead. the air i so cold it is almost breeding; and a keen girl in a head-press leads the carparks under fazy ferime pedestrianised dolly fingers

one keen girl in a compress heads Medusa as worm-hair
succours cellves from a glassy dust-room...
each and every sandal in the lud-heat is bearded, wandering after shoe-searchers: somewhere under mites, a screwed bad father appears stabbed to death
by shoe-corners

have we forgotten the paled plans we made for our own dreamy sky-ward. o, have the falons of footsteps hollow walks for darkness and the loaves of hoards?

each and every sandal in the blood-seat is bearded sundering after
shoe-slashers

somewhere, we will find ourcellves atoned by a radio in a radiant indolent pick-skulled infant classroom. tawny swansongs cycle furiously around razed rain:
among crowed clouds the esoteric lasher of a vamped Void gets turned hideously back
against cupped legs and dolly humorous subhumans.. Ah all of my faces aving haplessly crammed down a fucked parrot-song
now froth and floam just like visual ponds
ah ah ah ah. when we clap a glove about a bad tailed easy son then one billion lives may well soften after a polish unfound in female virgin;
old walls rail
old stalls wail
o

tawny swansongs cycle furiously around rain
amongst crowded towers turned from paned
windowed sally widowers
..
sooner or later, hair will rinse sunlife and
giddy bulbous suds will cusp a river-hand
..
Uhh my limbs may well launch armies, my mouths, screwed, may eat hot acres of rotted summer diaries: o, once fish on the side has shops
drilling in a seaside raised from copped chopped chippy drivellers where red loss
ends alone. And i hated my childhood: all of the time, my rotting head blew away sucking body-loss; O, my limbs may well launch armies
my mien, moved, lunched by rabies
..
when i'll play very old, decent hair may well cut a conference pear with nostrilled dementia made cruel as
camaled scatty grime and hit glass?

 

681.

and we exchanged minds with a dove-shorn fairy queen. the cellar of our faces crashes under space and bursts into chemical fogs.
all over the city, where a masser for an island hissed across red ice, just like the woken moon
we exchanged minds with a dove-shorn lady dream and, oo, the colours up ahead revolve under compress i lash a bed to wine
and only gold remains naked underwaters and a cellar of faces crashes for bright warders..
i hate my bed. i despise my filthy rocking bed which may never easily fall or give sleep to a porking drawler seizure of milk-wynds
and de harshness of mooneyed mad scrawlers ignite parishoners to evil london cunt-fights
a wheel of pashing pushing King Dervishes
..
ahh one body feeds scandals
ahh one lady feeds off night
& a babby hushes for extortionate bright

candly weddings,,

Oh. my draggy dead legs rot under shrubbage. my head is rotted whilst ties tidalise a blouse of knives and my bed is underwater
and my soul is led to slaughter. the door beside me was like you and the radiance of the parking meter was escaping from evil Rome
and my draggy legs rot under loveage where original waxed body-bed got suppered aside diesel, petrol and our friends electric
suck a petrol plane from devs.

in this smokily ill-connected room. i dream of deaths and youths; and asneezers under hairless nans move echoers of engines
aside from tears when you and me and Lady Brighton
bollock up eerie women,
..
it is the fist day i used a toy.
..

do you know of the boy who selled dirt to men have you taken down the knickers of the city have you climbed lakes under Leamder
will you cum at precisely midnight?

i am the son of ald worldwide night-light and you know the erectile directions of the hedons are in both ears while the interhearsing dolly of heated tears eases echos into language.
do you know of the girl who lost curves have you removed the kickers of pities have you climbed drakes with knickered Pomander?

will you come back home for easy rites?

o hand in hand, we ran aside a wishbone and eyes drawl under prisms. o, hand in hand, we ran inside false prisons and eyes drool under fiction. i am the dreamer of all poisons
o i am dreming of the ward of tall utmost murder-foison i am the doctor of galled mind-cisterns
o hand in hand we ran aside a wisher
and eyes drawl under missions
and benders of Saul sunder grey gems
it was the advent of pure wind
devising salty air,
up a sea-street where we ran
up a billy can
and down into closed prayer.

the windows below us appeared like brighteners of shrilled hair awaiting the faces in a nunnery.

do you know the kid who sold pornography? have you used candles under cities? have you come to tonight where sculleries stop breathing?

huh.

 

682.

the bad idle streets iced idly over down a great river of Sound; silence came like rain as roped night windily scattered venom-heights
it was the sweaty winds reciting fever; up inside meat, as we ran, barefooted dinners heaped rites.
do you know of the Jew who knew everything? dare you sell swards to blue god's rings? do you own the son of Love
Will you come back home for swept heavenly God?

we dared to shatter reason when stone
hurled books at baby diamond?

the mind when shaping is a vagina seeing, a sex organ of ghosts. Light in an eye corrupts senstitives as ropes stirr cavvies into killings.

how thunderous it is to seize the sight of a sad girl

the mind whilst aching is a vagina dreaming, a sex orifice of drugs gets gullied while sweet radio Nights drip across emptiness
O, mind eyes raising bossed colours will wed silver molluscs to embroideries of natal petrifiers
suck a snaily fucker with baying gentlemen
..
sun! sun! sun!!!
o to be pelted by the slits in the wind at last when floods a gooser with eaten bitumen.
o, what now but a monkey noise tree-found in flotsams when a honey woman force weddings to sharpen dogs with onions
a honey nose inside five hands sirens into insidious silence while rainy grey-nude eyes turn away and sadness drops,
from a shaded cup with lots
ramming powders down.

the itch appearing against two lips shines like planets that eyes take and drizzle round a shattering of gannets and a a sunlit sea of sloanes hordes arrows
through which a widow-eyed ravished stink bride solders after whipped odd piggy mind-slides.
and we exchange minds with queens and we take a ticker-tape when dreams dollop kicks underground
and we exchange mines for sounds
..
o made greyish, a sky-written screen
dies away..

shoulders are humped with large headed magnamity; with winged certainty made bare as bodies which cum scudding in shit baths and
deep, deep down, a sea-light of pure stone breaks after baked buddy arrows and shoulders are hunched here;
laden, fallen, left to shift barrows
..
a fugue of a nose is turned up
a vinegar of lobes burned up..
a width of lies hears herons when
skirted meadow-colours season
rosebeds,
slumbered for daffodils,
left to rot under oceaned gemmed
refugees
..
a summer of washed stone wades
beneath cicada shade
and we exchange minds with queens.

 

 

683. STREETS OF FEELING DIRTY Part 1?

 

Now
say now the how:
say how the now: say sentry:
say the why and the eye of cloud:
say the sky and the cry of plenty:
say the word and the verve that's proud:
say the fires of the empty:
now, say now is how:
say now is how:
say century.

Do
what's blue and true:
do the do to tare and cherry:
say what time is in rhyme's mind
and what design is scythed and serried:
do the dare on the flare in a prayer:
say what spine is buried:
now, say how the now:
say now is how:
say century.

Now
is what is now;
is what is sired and steady:
now, say proud are the clouds
as they enshroud and make time ready:
say, and stave the grave: for rage and rave
be sired by nave and cherry:
now, say how the now:
say now is how:
say century.

Do
what's done to you:
now do the do to memory:
how the lathe must spin is true;
now slaves away at spire and penury:
spin: now skin the wind: now loose a limb
and strike adown the empty:
now, say how the now:
say now is how:
say century.

Malignant verses lie concerned and briared and burned to bits where heaven loses meter. In the kissed and lapelled score of eye and frozen tear that shouts Hail Mary at the tip of its chosen voice,
an incensed and laughing child, alone in its heated fear, lies camped 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 hereby, where the hellcat girls cruise the city,
that chosen 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 wind.

My forfeits fellow the gabbling pools, said sister antiquity; strong bride of the baybes in the candled nurseries; creamy, warmed by teats and trolls and sundialled graves
Destroy my dry-cogged sanctity, the severers, the sods, the sob-embracers: tread, tread, tread the carrion deep, and starve my prayers of eyes! Her cry, devil-chaste, a gaveller's drum,
continued, gushing destruction under stools, as round and red as praise. Fair sister, we, with stones for skirts, request a rank to crib this span our tallowed tears extinguish;
state a need for roman mammaries. Late and soon, it seems our deeds, dwindling like high cowls wrung dry, are altogether drowning! From curling boat to furling oat,
our sandals sink forever. Sister antiquity, pray! give suck a bearer's bank. Our forfeits fellow the mortuary's ebb, said sister antiquity, laid in the nurseried
schemes, habitations, beats and poles. Boy the dry-dogs robbed before and bathe your brain's demise! Her cry, devil-chased, a baffler's lung, dinned crossly against the darkness, as
terror of knowing, fleet with coming, crushed the hills of raving art.
Bereft beyond, an untombed nothing,
sister antiquity dived,
dived
down
down
down
and died. Sore mumma, we be to swallow thee; to grease these lights with ovumed moans; to take this anger by the ancthers and pop the womb of bone.
You shall, with flesh that wets the nail, spangle diamond amnions, and bead, with emptiness engraved, the sugars of the mandoline. Sister, Mother, Fair Antiquity,
we, your surfeits tread;
tread, tread, tread the marion deep,
until the deeps are dunged
one bride, one babe,
one
carrion ecstasy.
oooo
out of the wind he came like one who'd stormed from the water's womb, out of the sun he raved, like one whose birth was wrought from doom
sharing a crust of bread as if hope were all a christian lay he took his boat of missives
and did not turn away

sharing a scarlet glass of wine, with fairy hands, he makes god good, raking away the shores of the mind with fairy hands, he makes god good
out of the wind he came, out of the moon, with summons borne behind, out of the sun he raged
out of the stars, as cold as summers blind

and people laugh
as he lies still
and people laugh
as Man bites dust
a saviour in the midst of a thrill
society's symbol of righteousness.

 

684. 2A STREETS OF FEELING DIRTY 2

what were the events of my semester symbiosis I might tell you? how vacancy tasted like a whiskey chaser I sat supping on a summer's evening one fragmented afternoon
waiting for the sun and sickle come chattering over umpteen graveward sedges beside a spring-looned river before the heavens above had even started to dissolve.
How I happened to run into a policeman with a truncheon whose seamless cycle went shambling over the scatalogical skyline
without even a by-nor-leave for the wastelands of a smile. Or on the bus on those featherbound country lanes, where my head went spinstering into infinitude
and even the season treason behind my broken mind couldn't summon up a homemade glass of ale for me or my place in the chalky tutor halls;
those halls whose abandonment is always.

A billion aeons of eating and sleeping letters whose wicked eyes lay closed forever and ever, even when wondering just how to escape the galleon spectacles of the cut-and-thrust
whirlwind of academe. Ruminating over the dust and wondering just now who the hell it is makes me proclaim this madness and why?
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.

Whether winter's teepee treks the billionth word of wounded knee, concerns me not, nor exhausts the simple tongue in the wallowing leather that bears the sweats of manyCentred glues.
And running rhyme the hour, wanting stamina, laughs along an evening to cherish the drome from here to eternity,
'twixt quiver and rest, grieving aft feet left stuck on canvas graves. And whether spring's flow flowered what vanished power, does not intern me,
nor hardens the heart's soft arrow, but hemps scalps generous to dry dedication, tufts lulling, greeting a shroud about the caste.
Will ever rhyme run hours without intergression, unpick war-wounded rumour and fly the doctored laugh? If we think of totem twitches, shall the West be chanced again;
shall a chief be daughtered differently by thought on noble pain? ah quiver and rest, how inbetween your hands now between stuck and forced to fuck-wallow,
like a simple tongue that wets the sweats of manySplintered hues, as to whether summer's weather honeys words of wounded knee
to serve me,
or brightens a mingle-sun-lock strewn about the tomb; slywise, and always piping peace at wrangle's 2-hundreth bodily strand, throbbing on land's bad sitting edge
with blast chalks bruising under birth's addiction, here to eternity 'twixt quiver and rest. And autumn swept 'thwart softly my sigh's hamlet,
out of the vale of empiric surprise, clairvoyante in befriending all. And our history came close to feintness,
came too close for brave denials;
waiting stamina,
yet deComposing
on sterile canvas staves.
Ah quiver and rest, how inbetween you follow; how between time's teepees you trek the billionth word of wounded knee; disGuarding each and ev'ry other
to concern and stern me knots in the simple tongue that bears the sweats of manyCentred,
manySplintered
glues, deCoding Death
equal laughs along an evening,
dancing WEST,
through the ghosts of an indian eye.

two eyes in a wayward sun, of silver intertissue and golden rain, one, the rumba of orbits wrapped in thunder the other, the daughter of all pain
yet should those eyes of number sunder in their wonder this sightless, empty world, and, glancing, wreak away, the skies that encumber would slumber in their tundra
and conger through a sight-derided blaze

Two eyes in a wayward sun..

denyers are enough to stave the lies that thral In with the Sun, conundraed as they cum orbits of a vision beleaguer as they crawl and, as the lashes flash across their clashes,
eyes bedumbed by Israel might rap along their cauls, with the thunder strapt in lumber and a spinal clap in tumbler
scarvering across the all-bemaiming halls

Two eyes in a wayward sun..

If the eyes of peering should succumb if the slighted soarings of the rivers within should parry and marry to the scuttlers of a sin man, all molten in his semaphoric oceans,
would condemn as his eyeless lammers rolled,
leavened breads congealing and the eyes of manna wealing
and smashing and abashing in the island of the soul's

blonde farewell.....

 

 

685. RE. D MARLAIS THOMAS/ a 2 parter?

 

1.
it was a torrid year in heaven,- rooked by the searings in angel basted pools and the shy, sly wallowings of the leavened and occidental arbours of the spheres,
the dawning, warming, arose, with the seraphs playing and the cherubic world rocking in the priest kilned labia
of bible and brook, ocean and spire, where the druid fathers, crooked on crooks, baptised their ancient fingers in the mire.

heaven began with the wafered winnowings of birds in the winged trees singing the lord into flame, and the day rose and the sonshine showered
on the broads of the weevilling hills, beheld by the mutinous padres whose lone and loitering lives lay smattered in the nucleus of time
and burned hedonly black on the souled expulsions of the moors. with a ramful of rivers rolling with the clouds and the lakeside flushes grooving,
with the curled lochs and their teetering mirrors coiling and casting hellfire to the wind, on a rill's shoulder, with a pearling
whirl of metronomes and glaciers whooping, here mad heaven began, where the fond climates and their haulering swingers
balanced on a gun
and brought the holy law into being.

gnarled rain over tutoring evil and stuttered manna in a church of raves, with the pert priesthoods gurning and the worldside gusting up the graves,
out of the guardens of slingshot summer, out of the blooming cathedrals of accord, time went rambling idly by, and the lord above was metalled
in the seminal rogues of the spined and flair-beleaguered weather, and the world swirled and the mirths of the blithe and bibled country swam
for the altared ides in the stream; the stream that sprang like an orthocoptic beam of god on this earth forever, with mandarins and pears and redulent currents
and melingering whorls of quincering wheys, and a world of angels and their harp-stung missions burthened and brazened
in the natural hearts of a cousined nave, and the tightly blazing birch tree, that is the fear that burns on sermoned cheeks,
gashered now and furnished the moving stone with grace. these were the woods and the rivers andthe seas, where heaven gnawed
at the roe toes of god and the splintertimes of the dead whispered up and out against their truthful joys - space and crime were hereby sistered.
and there the light could babble
in the ladied weather that span around,
and the rude boys on the lung-red hills
could gabble in the virgin mary's streams.

it was a torrid year in heaven, and the heron flew as the falconers sang for peace on this biblical earth. Oh, may the lord be fine in his mad truth
forever as ever becomes on this wry note in its seminal suit
that is forever the Son.

On the fulsome run from stalwart quiver and scuttering gun, where the fusing muses flood in a worded cave of bickering fires
and bastardising birds, this world of christ rent bays in burning blasts and cedar wood storms an earth of lordly raves;
plectrums strum and spurn. before and upward go boulders, beaks, on their graveward trail, where music spears and breaks,
with angels too loud in the scuttering waves and reefs recoarsing home and the caped baptiser in the churning foam who soils his pen with paper
moiling forwards into the rented sun, heaven, haled at heart, a martyr. in the mill of the mind, deeply sat where lillies reap and pare
this lord sings for light once only; seconds stop, and eagles flair in the clawed and saline tears of a life that is aligned with the babyhoods of spheres
lowly turning; tall fissures gyre and through the cribs of spectacles the hawking virgin sprees with the heistlong temples churning
and the world at zero waving into prayer and the curves of heroes flowing whose laving crucibles boil the air
and shuttle roundly down into sweet silence, where the stars climb spineingly into their eaves, and on, as pleasure kills and crusades for the heavens spurning.
in a black chair, strung from the strings of jesu's art, in a wave of violence, ripped and hung by the galleons in the ark,
by hook and crook, time's jesters vie for eventide, for wholesome streams, as chain and halter cuttle round his dreams and shape a millstone for his neck
where demonic roses briar into screams, and eagerly he grows glad in the duckponds and ninevehed weed famous as the fabulous and mad
for whom his pageant bolsters into greed
and drums a tune, where fishes fire and golden arrows colt into the locks
and parry the zion-sidled wires
that drag the lakes for the christened smock that is, at once, an ocean.
and there this lord might be seen to shine with the spirits as they fold along the nordic bays and the marrow married eagles and the goslings in the pyres
and the fistering crooks of the cocks who rise from satanic shires and call the crimes of day that are leaden with the divots of the dawn.
And heaven is so far away! god, on earth, must murder quite alone with all his crucifixion staid and his communion hotly droned like a sermon; how the day
revels with the sinners is applombed by the dragglings and the ragglings of the all-too-latent thinkers
whose visionary gabblings must ignite or never sight the air nor the heart-caped angelus whose glowerings are as harped as crime
itself: O, let this world tarry with the lord and his rude nativity, with the vowerings of children and
the powerings of time; now
ever may this voyage of angels be swathed
by the fables of a dying heaven-mind.

2.

it is a dead nativity
that the burned, blind berries stand serried on the trees, and the scuttered, flittering fields in the rafters of the grail, and the angelus that floats in a spineless, furling sea,
with the nailed crests of children raining on the dales, and the priesthoods raving madly, and the swell smell of snow within a wood, and the taraway stars
warming down upon a wombless world, and the booming babies harpstung with the maidens whose wildness floams and scars
in the bullring laid bereft by the oxened lady.

once, when the lord rode lowly on a cloud of bitter butter pure as molten lead, as the food of god was lovely, a flare from herald angels fell, where, roving gaily, the scrolls of fire burned up their beds
and tore across the crucifixion's cells; and there, in the sun-slicked fields, burning then as now, the tyrelit, crazy isles of jacob and his sandalled ladder roared and rose and fell
from east to west, across a fairied, occidental smile that combed the crypted yards for angelled drums and banged back dearly, with the cattle purring and the rousering cats alight
and the scuffled birds and the spheres of music clearly
varnishing into the beards of night. Oh,
the maids of molten minions lunged in red delight!

and the lord set forth and strayed in his mused career: in the city marshes, levees, and the banging nights on the hill, he strayed and shaped a roman rhythm from his ovum-pealing hands
as time, ignobling, bouldered up the graves.
but only the wind sang.

the hunger of the birds was thrilled into the swording spine, and the waters, crossing, crushed upon the holy lungs and brought the curs of eden into nether, knocking crimes
that none could spring. No, to deliver, to be slaved, in losing life, the lord above must always seem as careless as a warbler! how the mazy, granite grave
crashes round the mind and breaks its native scheme blows maniacally back against the world in nave
and yields no prayer

and the minstrels, who, once flowing in their regalled song, pared the ravens down with the runes of open love, and the weals on the winds of the glowering and strong
who, once certain, aspired to hand in glove, and the passion of the floaming ecstatic scream that hires the word above; none, nobody here nor elseways, could save nor shore nor
restore the love of jesus to the buds, nor the war of loving to the grievance of the good. but the red wings are raised and the carved limbs of spiders throe and flock -
webs of age on moving stones are spun and always spurned and the cancer in the oat of sin is defrocked; and the heavens, burning, furnish into fens
the simple words of immortal stains - by the spit and spermazote that heavenwards turn, the soldered fire of festive, nippled loving reigns. for
he who wharved the waters in the gallilean seas and plumed the depths for the miracles of spirit spires rags and drags the dervished devil round
into the summits of the golden and accidental pyres. for he who took the sky as his keen and vestal bride and floated on a cloud and scaled god's aspen tree
is here purported by the revels of his eyes
and crashed into the ashes
of a stealed and burning mission. Oh

ide of idol vision and burnishing, banishing break,
in the noosed spheres, how lovely love now comes
who has sought out the saviour for the heart's intake;
how lovely comes the native on the run.

 

686. re. POMES (re. genius) name D Marlais Thomas

in rotes of ash, where starlarks sweep, beneath the grooving stone of hawk-held graves, tonight the rings of david reap as barren as the flashes of the womaned naves
and labour after love is murdered gladly. in rotes of ash, where starlarks sweep, the children stamp and weed for peace,
whereby the kin and kith of night gargle death in the fields too bright, and alone in the furied mystic tracts, weaving their wreaths for the millstoned sun,
weeding for peace and friendship unto none in rotes of ash, the rings of david stun, which, once lowly below the golden bowers
in splintered reputations and balmfuls of flowers, took to the sail and cruised the devilled smile of sealion and sealer, and the snaffelingered guile
of the lord above, constrained: how the veins glistered and gluttered in courted, champagne lanes, or twined in the box of the mutton-bloating womb,
is here untold and ever shall rethoom as the gaspings and the graces of the dreams strike doom which, once above a time, were knighted.
time dies, and the dust that was flesh is stoned in the flaring creeks of the idol underloamed, and the lights in the eye are spreadeagled by the cry
of the druids in the warrens undergun ,- for rough as acid tongues, the semen that benumbs is here hob-railed and riven into drum,
first stippling, then becoming as a sentinel to coming
that hales the heartless halestone of the golden fleece.

once, below a mind, king david and his fine felony of men took highroads and ordained a scurrying in the cellars of a life, (and what a cellared life it really was!)
more, buttered fatly, bounced on bosomed bridges, with their hearts full of seed and their whorl of words in oathish definition,
did these bad wives of david in his pride kiss the shippen lips of the long dead winter? the lust in the dust and the metals in the crust
swim from whim to whim, in a copulative spin; the fawkesire briars and their contemplative mires battering from church to the fairied style
round and down to the feasts of flairing sound and the clause in the moors that snaps the cistern mane and claps with the sineless dreamers underground
in the spineless fens, as the rings of david maim each tawdry, spurning transept under wreak and the caul of god and the collical of sex
and the shapeless oat of the ship of galillee and the clock with the cock and the casuistry with the holy sum of the summer undergnarled
as haloed as the heroed serpent undersnarled and the evensong of the aaron underblood
and the hymened kiss of the sister bust in bud.

SLIT CITY... i. with my tongue against the window-pane, hair shelters come to car, the dark, a herald to awake
the ligron in the bar, all table bills, each bird in cross a raiding of the nihl sumer; dust nailed, the power of seiging light rakes up the news with powder.
rust in a rind, lust black as soot, night's lattice, moonish in its frame, the whirring cores of kingdomed diamond
ceding chairs to arcs of flame, heaven peeks, death seancing where porking soldiers scheme too wise; urined under, the sunderer's number
reveals death's dromed disguise.

ii. Out where the loaming service fires marsh the ducts of widow roofs, animal comes creation's mouth, the leaves beyond, a pirex flier;
how hungry goes the doctoring shadow that pleads against the veins of proof, man set in towers, his raging power
dug down where spheredos slit the breath, and hundred die the horses and crudely come the tumblered doors
and sirened throe the coursers and endless spume the business wars; raiding all, beating all, grinding owls to winter
the head in papercup smashes herod's jaw, the sun mine, forcing, the womb, raping,
rain, paging on forever,
veinward as this crippled reason.

iii.
Chicken basements staple to tombs, waiting for the time to come. reaping the saviour, hourglass reins enlorry the bowers of urbane spite.
in to the stylus of dying logic, soiling the statues, crack-hits spoil, light switching the baby in the bread to raid the cables of the mind.
no license knows the dower of death nor any lifeless child comes near.
how hunted grows the river's theft,
how empty glow the eyes of fear.

iv.
hammed with the dusk, clays in falon rip the horders from the atom;life in herding sits apart as solder soldiers rape the heart;
doomination pickets over driving hammers into sofa, cars align with light meat slicks as the neon grave breeds sick.
setting fire to denless porters, this sporting life reports to none; urine rakes the heartless bylands, coproed grows the golden one.
To the douchers of the west I repeat my second best, my tongue against the window-pane as tense as warders in the rain;
each vamping sense is heated dead and life beyond itself can't feel, the sun, the star, this spurting life as gauzed in grief as catherine's wheel;
and when the lime of day arrives to squander sense five storeys down, the muscle in this kiss-kilned world
must come to none, must surely drown.

once beneath a spine when the bedrocked, ramrosed rumour-rogered rite of the angel-roaming rasta went smokily into the snows,
my blaze-born, snive-shorn rove of ruin that is love, in trilby-trove and bells went snottily down the sloanes
of time, where i shirked mazily for the hands of flashers, fusselled in tie and collar and freckled with the blues of the curt
angle that is life, where wrecked by weed, i zioned my shirt and pusselled down the zeros of the night then swift as the hack of
watch-chain into iron, past the out-of-mitching tailors whose world of words is crime, out of the sedative lions of clay
who prowl the bit of contracted spite and snide back queasily,
where time and its harness rave appeased,
the lord and his nailers
whose cocoon of smegma scathes the grave,
snipped the veilings of the sentinelled labia
and clapped the cross with a nave
where mankind's cobbling, yet-to-be-aligned
suit of hard-strapped labour
smacked easily back to castor lathe
where the stove of flavour lay maligned.

and this world of snoops hardily reneging truths, roundabout some coffin shuffling for the cowl-man and his roots, has the nicksaws rumbling
for the cell-cat and its moves, head deceiving under viol mailing the cloud perched at the railings and the pee-in-a-bottle
co-curdling as it swoops; the clash of a womb in city suit - all these, as is the way, must mangle the mantlepiece with preachers
and the boy in the bright dreg, the soiled pretender, the whorld at end, the gnash of the tooth at fly-piece centre,
the moil of the ethos in bookscore vend; all, all must succeed to clot the stain in the greaseproof bowel as east to west must sunder best
and knot the bloods of a duty now shorn and mainly bare, lie down, lie here for the curie; lie down, lie down
as quiet as a lair,
lie down, lie down in seventh storey,
for i am here who may not die
and knows no route to fury;
for less than this, i should fly, fly, fly
for knowing no suite of beauty.

..

687. 2b 8: RE. godhead Dyl Marlais THOMAS

 

Ourcellves the foamers freeze amongst the lobes burned bereft; a mind of so few powers with its charnelizing theft spurned and spoiled black on its blasting grail,
the bedrooms bugged and the wardens all-deceiving. Begin with the sin and the song of conceiving, begin with the skin and the men who know no wrong way home
begin with the son and the daughter's coming, ourcellves freezing now, where love lies stoned. Be raped as others rape you, be maimed as others maim you, with this lifeless gesture of
light gone cruel as mother rain let man beneath cockcrow bust the hymen's guile and woman under woman grow red with radio reason.
Dying. this our dying dies, man before the storm, dwarved by this, our sensual prying; love is the last life spoken. ooo, may the seed of christ lie buried and
the fasting ones be scorned.

This man knows weather, knows the wind, the adorned cretin of time and the white cloned lamb and the toxic ermine razed in the snows of the eremites of london;
he is the first to die, he is the last to die, he is the first to know each razor in the rain each hearse banged mister I heard his legend paring the wind, I
heard his mind spin through the glaze of rooks, ravens and crows, over the silent orphans and beyond into the one
last and lingering loss
of a mindless time;
he was
the searcher of the sun;
he was
the searcher of the moon;
he was..
he was...

Into the spurning church there comes one who is not right in the head into the weathercock's molten mouths comes rippling the ear-drummed dead
into the dreadful clock there comes over the urns of the veins one man, one son, one everywoman.
into the walldron comes he
who is man. In
to the strait thralway comes he
who is man. In
to the rent fountains comes he
who is mad, mad, mad. MAN.

Begin again the dials of stretcher christ, whose mortal hospital of love in heist kisses the crypts of the sinners and their wars, rhythm enroaching on the stylights of the wards,
with the veils of manic murder all-concealing, draggling the sun from the all-too-coptic moon, no stone seized from the wakes of herod's hearing
nor any mind of mary seared against the gloom, each word of daughtered fearing slaved to heaven. For ever is the rapping of luke the pale,
whose drumless word enmartyrs hero's fission; now may the matthew of the herald in a mind wharve aside the sun and attone mad jonah's mission.

In the prayers of the mortised and all-too-preaching heart, as endless as the love that set light to purdah, now may the faiths of the sentry in the dark build anew the temples in the waters of the ark,
direct as the angel in the warring strait of living..Every lip of light, each grail of mystics flailed is real in ascent, is zen-eyed as ghost disciples; read through the bright, the mantis in the hand
has seven eyes, as cruel as death's denials.

Creeling the heart, the soul's seared centre caverns from the mind a catacomb of dreams; bestiaried under, the pall of fission's thunder ravines at the slit, and breaks away the screens,
forever as dark as the shadows of a seed.

All that is known to the sigma of a death must sail away, each heart of heaven asking; the cavern of a mind, doped against its climb, can only cede to the heart of heaven's basking,
and when the rage has pilloried the grave enough to prove the wreck of thinking intertwined, pealed in the arch of the ravines in the heart,
forever under love, the spires of human crimes,
dialing the brain and conceiving down to black,

must flail to floor, or else denude to nothing.

 

688. "119 re. rex prosody because of angel Thomas/de beatles

At night I sheave the denier butcher who stands alone in a field of flies, forever the warden of the grandmother maker, paper gramaphoned in a field of cries,
the greyhound sides of the night in reaping flailing where the denier biscuit breaks, for ever the walrus of spine ript horus,
drunk as the cemeteries of heat. At night I sheave the denier butcher who stands alone in a field of sloes, forever the gandered lamp of oppression
shining where the siege of the eunuch blows duck from ruck in a ruin of mono stock-wheels, turning where the wombside mates
man to man in feline parish, for ever as cratered as the seal of fates. Whose crystal woman lies where the tenchcoats split the mind in murmur, manics down to nil,
each way discerning this labial mourning that runs down the suns of the lotus hill, striking to suck where the tithes of blossom
boom in the wombs of death on its knees,
eternal as the silo in dilapidation's milo,
shadowed where the foreigner draws to feed.
At night I sheave the denier butcher
who stands alone in a field of submarines,

AMEN!!! ssssssssssssssssssssssssss erseward (a reprise)..

i. Erseward and after, in the naveward blaze, The Nineveh of fables flapped its shrunken eye; Eden, wrapped in stammers, scored away its garden,
And, from down the hills, the linnet swam the high Four ways of the mare, sat in its golden meadow, With the metronomes appealing and the clifftops bare,
Flaring and rainy, where the appled widow, Who is the honey spider, whose mastery is rare, Fellowed her heroes and the driver of the fairies,
Whereby the nails of Nero slashed away the hair And, ghasting, galoshed on a ruminative trumpet
That, transcending, beheld an angelled fin, Capricorn and Cancer revolving in their antics,
Snide-shorn and pullied in the Zodiacal Ind.
ii. Crime is time's saviour, the unit and the unicorn; The womb that pares the bud lies sailored in the tears, Knitted and steepled, where the humours of the lily
Ride and rise aside into the spinney of the years; Child of childs and actor to the eyries in the emerald, Adam and Abaddon drive the series in the flower;
Fuses flow from mammon,- red macadamed and summoned, Hero and Leander course down the ivory tower.
Hair on head and after, funeral or master, Doctor to doctor, the chitters in the hour Fly the banded cricket from mantis man to wicket.
Hemlock-hived and hymened, duteous come the owls,
With Boudica and Judas hanging from a crocus
and Romeo conniving in Hamlet's cowl.

iii
First there was the theorist, rippling with Homer. First came the purdah of thought and ideal. First came the comber of the prayers that murder.
First came the bardic world of weals. Now comes the horned and skull-chimed apprentice, whittling the bull-bone as the cherry breaks,
Winded world appeasing, and the hornets in their gildings Gashing and abashing into a cape of capes. First came the theorist, rippling with homer.
First came the herald of the quietus in the mind. Now comes the stolid and banished ram of reason, And the winter in a sonnet that writes against the time.
First was the logic of sacrament and rocket;
Now the wolves of summer wreak away the spine.
iv. What is the tumour in the shadow storming river; The sidler in a sigh; the son of eagled gender; Whose rough fearing shall the hills surrender
To the timbre in the valleys of a wheat-shut eye? (Wraith of phallic age, the astronauts dissemble: Bubbling in their hate, the mortar men blow out).
What is the member in a supranatural whimper; What the angel, what the wrangler, what the changing lout? (Wraith of phallic age, the astronauts dissemble:
Music loses vision and the coiled stars dry). What mad mammal love is the needle in a candle;
Which maternal measure hales the phaser in the sky?
(Wraith of phallic age, the astronauts dissemble:
Bibling in their wrath, the mortar men throe by).

v. Mammary of ashes on a scythe-scorned razor, He who raped his mumma has a zen-skeined thigh: Spurned by molten manna, the wick of whorlds 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 damsoned 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 ridgewood scorn away the town, Oven-head colliding and the trills of women bridling
Banished in the pumpkins of their all-too-zealous crown.
vi. Now sing hosanna for the fairies and their lammers,- Let the bauble breeder be sirened down to sound,- Past all riftward fate, set the shearer on the plate
And the head beneath the rosebud underground,- Sing! now let the rod of Nineveh vibrate And the hellcats in their sulphur, socketted round,
Run the rousting death of Helen anti-cherried; Come set the thrillers free that the metronomic sea Can tarnish; now sear that the ravine may not flower!
Doom inside the skull is the slit of timeless murder; For rune and moon aside, god's heroes run aground;
Blown out of skull, god's caverns come to master;
Man and man aligned must fry to spare the town;
Doom in the skull is time's maficient martyr.
vii. Crime is the wending demesne in the garden, The weaning whoop and the nature of the trees: Crime runs blindly, crime is certain failure,
crime holds the gallows and crime bedims the seas: Bent like the willow, hurdy-gurdy minnows, Plashed in the transept, sweep the sirens round:
Crime runs madly, crime unlicks the lady, Crime roams Eden into a hovelled ground: Bent on coming into a world of nothing,
Bent and bent again on running evil's sound, Crime is the traitor, the wrangle and the satyr, The sallow rage and rave of the ebbing lounge
That rocks the rotten crucifix demented:
Crime is the Herod in the tiers of time unbound.
viii. From the high hills to the crescent in the window, From the oracular to the whittled verb of days, Out of a centaur came the horseman's pedal
That rode; out of summer there came a stave! And time lay roofed in nettled groves of metal, High and slandered by, on a kettled rose of graves,
Rhythm all-appeasing and the active word of searing Shining down the hilltops and into heaven's laves. Clockhands spoke to manna, were rented of their stammer
And turvied round the handsomes of the haloed law; Nineveh decreasing and the musics in a ceiling
Gliding out of sight into a revelled raze of ore; Time dying and water flailing from its daughter
And signing on the line for crime and all its yore.

689. 0k15? re. dyl thomas genius pome altarwise by owl-light (prt 2) re. versed mergers

ii. Let the graveward tailor lie naveward with his furies: Chapeline and maidened, may the bastard sailor split: Chanticleer is weathered! now let the rotes of pleasure
Rake up their seagull gears and angle into pit: Crown of dawns and thorns in the angled spawn, Chanticleer and weather redeem all fulsome hates!
Green is the beginning and green is heaven's ending; Greenly wharve the waters and greenly spoil the lakes! Green is the beginning and green is heaven's spleening;
Greenly wharve the towers and the harvest under fear,- Toward the lap of fate flow the furnaces of Israel And searing come the scars of the all too empty tear,-
Crime is neither manna nor toxic turning steeple,- Mannawise, the word is as poisoned as a sphere.
x. Now the hymns are written and the law lies fairied. Ten magnetic fingers plant the heroed ground. Heaven lies contrary to the hellfire and its prairies.
Rhyme and tide alike hereby entreat the sound. This is the hymen that opens for The Lady. Heralded by trumpets, the jonquilled angels sing!
Heaven on earth is what the preacher's story Rides upon this world of seraphs on the wing! Now the hymns are written and the law lies fairied.
Ten magnetic fingers plant the heroed ground. Heaven lies contrary to the hellfire and its prairies. Crime and tide alike hereby revile their hound:
And life, as lovely as life itself is lonely,
Charms the sacred snake. We snap the town?
xi. Crime is state and crime is molten master. Suffered by the seas, the flight of crime is round. Flare after flare, the hymnals in the chimneys
Ride the slaughter boatmen into haloed mound. Crime is state and crime is molten master. Suffered by the undead crucibles of fate,
Crime and tide alike row madly through the pasture. Flare after flare, the hymnals roll and rake. Crime is state and crime is molten master.
Crime steers the orbit that makes the sirens bang. Crime is both a master and a cryptic fastener. Crime and tide alike trip greyly through the sand.
Crime after crime, the runes contract their sentries.
Crime after crtime, the sentries clasp the hand.
xii. The voyage is over, the knaveward blaze distracted. Razed from darksome waters, the ship of time is troved. Snipped from the decks, the wrecks of blood and mortar
Wind their rending ways into the hillside's lobes. The voyage is over, the naveward blaze distracted. Crime after time, despising heroes smile.
Snipped at the decks, the wrecks of blood and mortar Wind their rending ways into the hills of bile. Ended and after, opened by crime's closing,
Dowsed and regaled come the jewdrops and the rain: Crime and tide alike float wryly and reposing: Hammer into anvil is the music in the brain.
The voyage is over, the naveward blaze distracted.
In the shard-suckled hills, the slips of reason flame...

ooooooo. no more no more for the dying game, no more for mauds no more for sheet pain no more no more for the dying game.
one of us is a tugger cat made sane and we will never look into midnight we have our names by heart we use our inner veins for sad light

no more no more for the dying game
o o o.

where a prisoner yells, the loss chains a chair to blind blued cross and we have our names by heart we use our inner stains for a rocked
budder of blind bone

no more no more for the dying game
o o o..

and under my heap, a spot of flame has come to thrill my head with rain and under dust, my bedhead ordains a shallow graveyard raised by stained
body-pictures.

no more no more the dying game no more for mauds mo more for sheet pain, and we swing for night when dames swallow up mad christs
..
it is the wind returns
to fog in a distant glass.
Your widows are up high
looking outside a facial ride
and a dog of dreams bites a blithe
baby gem;
mown down, left to rend
a dying name.

the streets unfurl to yesterday
recollecting loved
sniffy hands that hold to cups
and we dance, dance
La

no more no more for the dying game
no more for dugs
no more for sheet rain

no more no more for the dying game
..
and a wrist will uncurl and pass
donny danger fingers in an vast
comedy of divinities and gold casks
and a fist will blow hot veins
.
no more no more of the dying game
no more no more for the lips of Spain
no more no more

Uh..

some deleterous vinegars have repainted my bedroom
- and a caviar of ministers has fed a sainted bathroom??-

690. SOME NOVEL BUT LENGTHY SONGSHEETS?

SIGMA SEANCE 2 (new form)     TAKE 5?

 

Spatial summer - led ded asteroids collide & bruise: a comae on a fender, like ashen love, our vehicle lords disprove. Set red beneath the hashpipe
- a sigma seance - the ghasted gods conceive: spatial summer - like wicked truth, the ark of death deceives. Demnotic mumma, semen drummer,
when once the ghost began, what news? In which angled park of angels; beneath which road did time confuse?
Under dicta, under spanish fervour,which the sword of light that carries us back home.
Spatial summer, sunder, thunder; dogdayed rite, which way love's dome? Spatial, the sickle, first purdah ghost of israel; spatial, the number,
the cretaceous hero's war; spatial, stained suckotash, skein of ultraviolet; spatial, adolf stickla, the scream behind the maw.
Spatial, demeter, ruined ruby of red sacrifice; spatial, the void, the glove-gleamed scent of hero's death; spatial, the winter, the staining
artifice of emptiness; spatial, spatial sumner, doom deriver in the fuse of breath.

Whispered acritudes in ferment, such are the fusions love can't keep: sat in churches full of eagles, led ded as summer, death dements our sleep.
Sapt at veinmost, thundered under metal, scarlet under sadness, our laughing heroes wail. Like a womb-tomb ghostling, burned where birth is
madness, a knifeling in a rumour, this spatial summer rails.
Spatial summer, drummer, sunder, thunder - slammed in hatred's hand, the Freudian chieftan rules: sirened under mania, in a bonded state of
failure, under dreams of empty hallways, hallucination spools.

Spatial is our fusion, spatial, our confusion: spatial, sickness summons; in petrol pools, we hear light's flame: spatial is our rumour, the coming of all humour:
spatial, our cloven vestuaries, our schemings under rain.
Licking the phallic towers, coming down from dementia, our spatial drum, denied in beats of maternitizing scream, like the druggard gut round the heart of the
sun, dignifies the ghoul in the pastel wards obscene; slitting wrists of powder, letting no ghost go.
Spatial summer, drummer, sunder, thunder: slammed in hatred's hand, our
summer truths forego. Spatial, the sickle, first locker ghost in scarlet; spatial, the number, the cretaceous hero's war; spatial, drained
suckotash, skein of ultraviolet; spatial, adolf stickla, the dream behind the maw.

Spatial, demeter, ruined ruby of red sacrifice; spatial, the void, the
love-lamed scent of hero's death; spatial, the summer, the staining
edifice of emptiness;
spatial summer, doom deriver - led ded fission under breath.
Spatial summer, zero thunder, spatial, spatial summer:
spatial summer, delusion; fusion sunderer,
spatial, spatial summer.

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.
Meadow baby logic, madam hypnogogic: baby, lady, Sexy Sadie's rocket; gorillas going sonic are the sermons in a bonnet, & meadow baby,
crabber-locker lady, is pornographic sonnet to the sea, & pornographic sonnet is a rocket going sonic & rocket going sonic is a mad oak tree, &
Sexy Sadie is crabber-locker lady & crabber-locker lady is meadow baby spring & crabber-locker springtime spreads its wings.

Meadow baby logic, pornographic sonnet: baby, lady, crabber-lock laconic; if I take me to a dance, shall the crabber-lockers rave; if I take me all
a prance, shall a crabber lock my grave? & if Sexy Sadie ain't meadow baby, might the crabber-locker lady cry? & if meadow baby ain't Sexy
Sadie, might the crabber-lockers reach the sky? & if meadow baby ain't a crabber-locker lady, where the hell might Sadie fly?

Meadow baby logic, crabber-lock bubonic: sonic, sonnet, proof-reading in a bonnet: Sexy Sadie, crabber-locker baby, sonic, sonnet, crabber-locker
tonic: if the meadow flies, shall the meadow maidens rise, or shall meadow mellow eyes come tumbling from the skies? For a meadow is mellow & mellow
is halo & halo is as mellow as a yellow blade of grass, & meadow is halo & meadow baby yellow is Sex Shakespearo & Shakespearo under glass is meadow
baby logic, is the hypnogogic past.

OOOO.. I've been driving all day long, I've been driving past all wrong: tell my wife I won't be long. Asleep at the wheel, Asleep at the wheel.
I've been driving home to you, I've been driving wheels of blue: save my life, for now I'm through. Asleep at the wheel, Asleep at the wheel.
At the wheel, time's timeless cell sees into you as roadways pass, sees into you, as dead motels empty their pities into the past.
Asleep at the wheel, I hardly dare suffer enough for God this day: as I go through gears & tunnels, I return to no true fray.
Asleep at the wheel, Asleep at the wheel, Asleep at the wheel, Asleep at the wheel.
I prefer telephone to home, pendant home, telephone: tell my wife I'm all alone. Asleep at the
wheel, Asleep at the wheel, Asleep at the wheel, Asleep at the wheel,
Asleep at the wheel, Asleep at the wheel, Asleep at the wheel.

goodbye son?

Ahhh..

Spatial summer, spherical azure void: in the screams of endless thunder, time's red asteroid, like a scarlet sickle rumour, lams aside the sun:
like a womb of endless number, the tomb within us drums. Moon, dawn opus, forest forge of metal heroes:
deep in dogday crucifix, the ark of summer burns; like a tauran epitaph, with destruction slit in mind, under domes of lightning, the dreams of summer grind.
Coda lantern, language in denial - light, what for the hearse of God? In which room of leather, under which dark wing of tides,
beneath which summer river, does the dark avenger ride? Spatial summer, stabbing force of fuse inside the head:
wind swiper, sweeping softly, how now shall recusancy tread: what for the metal peeples, the hedoned herods under glass:
what for steepled injun stones, what for bones beneath the vast?
I am the one who opened the sun, I am the one who opened the moon, I am the one who opened the tongue, I am the one who opened the tomb,
I am the one with eyes on empty, I am the one with zen-tithed skin, I am the one with eyes on enemy, I am the one with lizard sin,
I am the one with snake-skin sentries, I am the one with snake devise, I am the one with the no. on my casket,
I am the one with rattlesnake eyes. Spatial summer, endless sunderer, thunder rumba queen, come lend me penury,
shend away the spheres behind all wonder, thunder rumba queen, come lend me century; rend away the asp, the Abaddon sheet,
rend, shend, bend; burn the summer from
my meat.
I am destruction, a circuit circus
turning endless:
I am seduction, the bud of Oedipal demise: 777 is the no. on the transept, 777 is the no. on the sun,
777 is the no. on the signet, 777 is the no. on the gun,
777 is the no. on the magnet, 777, magenta blood is all,
777, the snake of ashen conflict: 777, the serpent thunder
on the crawl.

No more for news, no more for blues, no more for vendors on the rise, no more for news, no more for clues, no more the summer in disguise:
no more the idol empty, no more the graveward mind, no more the angel emery,
no more the razors
in God's spine.
I am the sun, the Cimmerian guardian: through doors of gold, my haloes razed away: I am the one, the Cimmerian guardian:
through doors of gold, my heroes broke away.
End, crucifixion, the lizard in the nave of death, end, crucifixion, the lizard in the nave of breath,
end, crucifixion, the lizard in the nave of tears, end, crucifixion, the lizard of the graveward spheres. Spatial summer, here today,
gone like sorrow's number: like a cobra in a cave, the tiger's guile destroys love's thunder;
like a river full of fusion, the spatial summer's a fist in bud

spatial, spatial, spatial summer,
gone away like hero's love.
spatial, spatial, spatial summer,
gone away like Hero's love.

As shrilled stilled hills dam domed wives Then baity filled stills Wind down to midnight’s lies And, o, as radio sadness listens to lives
Then baited billers will Kill love’s grapes
Ssss Millers under jammers jack jeered jive, killers under hangers Lam tear dealt dogs and gibed
Godded sunned mirrors Ooo a picker under fissures blame tissues for Bags and stilettoes.
The rappers of reason ram poet trees down A city under leaves the swingers of treason ram poetry as sound
shapes men from clowns...sss: under a soft bowl, we suffer doled ground slain allotments and, o, men and halters heal over as towns
topple
inside
bruised Downs…

 

 

691. C/O A SPEED-WRITTEN SELF-PUBLISHED POETRY BK?! chapter 1?

 

Flanked by a prologue and an epilogue, this collection of psychodramatic poetry
and prose scenes are expressed through the persona, used metaphorically, of a
latterday hermit. Technically and lingistically complex at times they are
nevertheless engagingly profound.
Sometimes private and occasionally surreal, the situational and
thematic content of the poetry is always accessible to the reader. A monologue
by a man named Johnson 'calling the desert downstairs' from a pay-phone, shows
the powerfully moving utterance of a married man in a state of frustrated aridity
of mind and sexual impotency, and a duologue between two men, who could
possibly represent a post-resurrection Christ and apostle, present the reader with
much more than just food for thought.
Other poems convey, with witty emotional intensity: a sense of isolation,
psychological disturbance, defiance, challenge and resolve. Lovers of the deeper
insight into life will gain much from the reading.

The Hermit: eremetic outsider, as personified in religious and
irreligious dicta, dating back to the dawn of Man. The Hermit:
eremetic priest of wisdom, as personified in every media,
whether classical or modern, as the suzerain provider of
knowledge, both shamanic and workaday.

The Hermit is pinpoint everything. As an outsider, persistently
searching for absolute understanding, an eremetic, 'Everyman',
the Hermit is all and all. As an eremite, the Hermit represents
both men and women: he is both sexual and assexual, being
as he is the lodestone to quintessential Humanity, regardless
of proclivities or desires. The Hermit is the watcher in
Plato's cave of shadows, and, being so, bears the elements of
the ultimate anti-heroic genius, observing as he does the spectres
of existence from a distance, while still revealing enough to his
eye to understand virtually everything. The Hermit is both mad and
sane: Brooding over the vast abyss, he is all-knowing,
experiencing every mode of living, regardless of their cognizant
stability or otherwise.

The Hermit comes to town in order to divulge abundant truths.
His sense of innate wisdom is filled with unrequited feeling.
both romantic and platonic. The Hermit is Saviour and
Destroyer. The Hermit is Pioneering Essence. Without the
figure of the Hermit, the world would be void.

PROLOGUE:

 

As the creature leaves the comic-strip to conquer death I write this, and bid that you write your own comedies of fusion, with mettles set aside for the central passions of the raging bone;
and in that you write, i bid you words of flame, fusion, madness, gladness and acclaim -
as the creature leaves the comic-strip to conquer all,
I write these puny words and cleave away the pall.

 

You women who pluck the deadest rose that you might seem as thorny, I am the wangling botanist who can/shall draw the equator between you and the Outsider, one-cell, truth behind all beauty;
I am the one, I am the He who shall/can canvass for the androgynous mind! Gut your pupils, my lotus dears, your vamped complexions are but a kiss-proof grave!
The flesh is done, is dumb, is for a blinkered vote of Outing - my lotus dears! pray-pray-pray and gut your sexy tears.

Here I am, who is ( ) that far from bruising on to your secret wishes. Everyday, we cast our dials and borrow off love's unearthly china-shop, cowslip calf and croon,
'Heh-hehhh! why shouldn't male bull have an ideal female equivalent? Heh-hehhh! don't even think that you don't know that a woman
is just as capable of doing in capable as a man;
don't even think, for I am absolutely certain
that thought is of a conflict with quality looks!"

And here I am, who is ( ) that far from bruising on to your secret Gods. Yes, you're right, I do not fathom you and, moreover, do not wish to because you petty generals are no pals of mine
and doubtless will never be until a prudery which impassions, 'I luv yah, I luv yah - Luv Is,' knowing that the kettle is mute all of the sub-sad while!
Who knows, for love's questions are often statements, and women who are awed by their hormones in the morning are that certain of their manliness by lunchtime
that they are forever the misdeterminate facts at hand,
live matey.

OO-OO-OO, don't I just love to ramble an edge of lost control to poetry; don't we all just live to ramble life into a living that madly tickles the testicles with its
mocking shout of, 'Eat this, sucker!'

SOD IT! - I'm coming to town and will not give our people the thrill of thinking that I am ill. I still have the warmth to perceive us as well, that I am absolutely past it, but
as ready for action as the monsooned rain.

LISTEN TO ME, GIRL!-
What with you being the greatest puritan of them all,
put this one in your camera and smoke it!

From a man-at-war skein, I got my mantlepiece crudes one month when, wired with rockets, my ghostly conscience pulled its chain, and I was left, livid in my mentality,
pointed as the holly and neighbour to a raw radish rumour, with whom, I suppose, I had sired much placebo authority over the years - you know the sort of drill,
forgetting to take gifts for your soul-furled scripts, which somewhen you've sold off, incidentally.

It - that month was a case of pebble-dashing the Civil - it told how silly it had been up to then and probably how silly it would be to go
for a second try. Away, after love, I mean. And, of a sort, I'm sorry; sorry that breaking up is as much mine as yours today.
Sure, we have wisecracks worth fighting for, but if I were any wiser, I'm certain I'd feel unwanted now and then.

When a boy in the park, I saw many man-hole covers
and then thought of women and men. Well, you do, don't you?
And, after that, a sixteener in the woods,
I could never look a man-hole in the face again.

That one's from Eiffel, that one's from Pisa, that one's on loan from Pompeii - each of us has our idols, our souvenirs, our mantlepiece crudes through which our tales are badly told.

What's your problem, sister? Don't you conform? Don't you apprehend? No worries, one month dead love shall eat you also, and your personal quests, your duties, wired with rockets
shall flush, and livid in your lonesome mortality,
you shall know

me, as I rotate purple through the park,
to approach my home of homes a man.

 

'Love and lust, the Cain and Abel
of the Canon of Bible,
revile each others' languages
but eat at one blue table,
and thus, in valleys of ashes,
our reprisals are stumped
by ears and hearts and hearts at sessions
of a leaning to the sweetly
desperately stalled
ventriloquists of approach,
thrown up high
and disabled.'

My baby, my boo-boo, my cheeky, my bowdlerah, it's you, you-you-you, who is crisp, who, upon a fabled cable, shouts a 'So long!.' and then conceives a little label
as to why our love's so feather-cosy - it's you, with your shriek of 'Put it in me!', who does me like simply no other. O,
my baby, I've got this much to yell about you - your toes, they're bells, and they ring and ring at beddy-byes a torrid rumba about that cock-a-mouth of a date
when you and I were altogether certain about those old folks and their sour-faced rubber scowls; yes, child, your toes are bells, I tell you,
bells that forever chime about those lovelorn bitches
who married off to Disney
a grief in time ago -
be ye alive or be ye dead, your toes are bells.

And, baby, I'm scared: you, you and all your opal charms, are eternally under the influence, and I'm scared that you'll home one day to find all of these cliched confluences
scavenging forcefully like the resistible glories of the dawn, child, I don't feel comfortable - here, there's no edge of deja-vu. And that's why I love you so dearly child,
for you have no pretence of being new.

And therefore if we've lost it, do not be sad - after all, I have never said that you and I are still as good as those yabber-dabber years gone by; those days when when we could comb the beach of ne'er-known
and Still come home plastered and remembering. Because, baby, we've got to concentrate; have got to overcome this rutting rut we've fallen into.
Yes, sweet boo-boo, we have to concentrate again.

Yet, don't you see, we'll surely soon be detached from these myriad perceptions of sodomy? Yes, so so soon, this noxious vision of love shall depart and we'll never have to deal in brief encounters again;
and, child, again is a brain in the rain, and I have no passion to attempt once more to clad my brain in a rain-proof bag. No! Don't you see that that's the reason why we're
so feather-cosy in our cliched love? We ain't certain whether we're pagan or christian, but we sure as hell do a lot to translate these pages into something of a precipitating scripture -
our early works were just preludes to preludes; now is the time to flurry hotly forth and create a most sanctified finality and - you are not me and I am not you and
I am not me and you are not - we're just Scared Antagonists, and you know,
I don't think that we could ask for any better.

So please, babe, listen just for my sake. Don't you see that it's you, you-you-you, who is crisp, who, upon a fabled cable, has embroiled me in the waters of a Lover?
And really, child, really, boo-boo, that's all that matters you know, all that matters in this case of taking steps.

Or maybe, baby, maybe I've simply gone out of my mind, maybe, baby, maybe I'm simply hogging the picture, and there are genuine freaks out there
who need a fresh deposit of love, genuine freaks out there who need a fresh deposit for a soul.

Maybe, baby, maybe is all I can think to say, as these clamouring bodily fluids implode upon the empty roads of live and let die.

'Love and lust, the Cain and Abel
of the Canon of Babel,
revile each others languages
but eat at one nude table,
and thus, in valleys of ashes,
our resprisals are stumped
by ears at hearts and hearts at sessions
of a leaning to the sweetly,
desperately stalled
ventriloquists of approach,
thrown up high
then disabled.'

 

 

692. re a self-published slimmer's book of reverential mind-poetry chapter 2?

'Love and lust, the Cain and Abel
of the Canon of Babel,
revile each others languages
but eat at one nude table,
and thus, in valleys of ashes,
our resprisals are stumped
by ears at hearts and hearts at sessions
of a leaning to the sweetly,
desperately stalled
ventriloquists of approach,
thrown up high
then disabled.'

Maidens, ladies, loaders, caddies, why you play a part in manhood's scene baffles me, for you, who build conceptions, who procreate amalgams with a click of your intinerant heels must be
that bad-sad to hang around like you do that it's about time you barked your teeth at us and slighted our scatalogs we underers and overers
rattle with our mug-crazed bragadoccio!

SEE! Our desires, spitting on the road for a whittling laugh, lunge abrupt and completely unlike you. SEE! They slop their slits with an image of images - blundering buses no doubt play their part
in our rumble-tumble talk of dead-end beauties;
SEE!
SEE! SEE!

Ah well, who am I to scotch my tongue in this way when all these rantings lour from my male and solo ears so as to ratify woman's obsolescence? Ah well,
who am I to dirge to you about surging when all my dreamed up lovers have swum to the dust-cart like tigers who, possessed by dieting, have not lived for so long that they're beautiful?
(WHO AM I?)

Maidens, ladies, loaders, caddies, I want to say, to get back to the subject and say that I Know you are bored with me and furthermore with others like me,
that is, 'The Guys',

and that surely you must grow up soon and clock your stokings to duality's Centre, speed evidence of your shapings of God's zig-zag Viking vie;
evidence of your shapings
of us swag-bagged, liquoring chaps.

Ku Klux Klan commandos bear us the ovum that we certify as the nude-strutting story of the Jaw-Jaw, War-War manhood-in-demand, Okay-Okay-Okay of balling on soft ground while entering a 'Who AmI I?'
reign of revelled deaths, with a call of "I assure you, I melt at cliches the same as any mad sod of a film-maker/excecuter." - LISTEN TO ME GIRL,! I ain't sexist, but I think you should conceive, be
positive you're the pillar-box pinta through which we pensive Gods get going. Yep-Yup, you know the score - like your foremothers, you've signed up to displace your
forefathers as the murderers of coldest sociability.

And if you rightly can, you'll read this over when you're eating and build a patta-cake confidence just for you and give the index finger to your homeward dairy comforts and
generally strive to for a yearning after touch. And if you rightly can, you'll churn this over when the business of bricking up the new-born is progressing like a dream;
then you, if you rightly can, will commune in the schizophonic font of tabloid news without a single affectation to
the broadsheet facts of life; if you rightly can, if you can-can rightly!

Ah-hee-ah-hee-hee-hee, I'm sure I had you fooled there/ Ah-hee-ah-hee-hee-hee, congratulations to you all - we've got over the stowaway science of this piece
already, and the paucity of change and change alike is ours to pet and pinch until they bite our thumbs again/Ah-hee-ah-hee
ah-hee-hee-hee!

(WHEN HER SMITTEN IDIOSYNCRACIES ARE GONE,
THE HUMAN RACE IS JUST ADORABLE!!!)

HuH HuH HuH Farewell! you are too dear for my possessings HuH HuH Farewell! - With this quotation I do feign
that what's been said here tonight may sit as well amidst the original as any
cardiacal span.

What am I doing with these hairs when you belt-braced fools don't even know me and state that beauty is truth when, in fact, beauty is a schizoid nomad who,
sweating fast in the cuckoo's mouth, bears limbs that bride immobile caravans.

What am I doing with these accusative curls when you brace-banged quarries do not stone me, or rather, when the heart has lost her endings in a raggle-taggle vehicle of young men jeering
at

their long-haired mobile fears

WHAT AM I DOING HERE?!!

Hence born to sensual prison-walls, we find our valleys external and raging with raping volumes, as the collective soul starves on, an envious student of the passed on
reapers, who devour with the backs of their eyes..

(WE ARE THE HETEROGENOUS UNDERNOURISHED)

And it's not easy being green. Neither a stirrer nor a stove is no pie-job man. With the watchers on us as our watchmen booze off their registry bellies, we don't seem to choose
a being either vigilant or sickening enough
for sexuality's verbal padderings..

(WE ARE THE HETEROGENOUS UNDERVALUED!)

And it's no hardship looking yellow. Neither a freshman nor a backwardsman is no turkey, Ma'am. With a scorpion cave in the centre of our kiss,
we're a nought-to-a-hundred Centre of sentience.

PLEASE LISTEN! - It's a riot stepping through reapers, who devour with the backs of their eyes.

Please listen, for this speaks volumes.
Please listen, for this speaks.
(PLEASE!!!!!!!)

Hence born to sensual prison walls,
we find our valleys external and raging
with timeless, hot deriders

and not one of us is Dead?

 

 

693. re. a self-made poetry book: take 2: a brief duologue..

 

*

DRAMA INTERLUDE A:
WAITING FOR THE SON

MAN 1: (flatly) Why aren't you driving?
MAN 2: (factually) I can't drive.
MAN 1: (flatly) But time's a Roman plantation
MAN 2: (factually) I know.
MAN 1: (flatly) Time just keeps on going in detering crucified line.
MAN 2: (factually) In the driver's seat.
MAN 1: (flatly) Yes. And you can't drive?
MAN 2: (factually) No.

(Pregnant Pause)

MAN 1: (flatly) Whose sandals are those?
MAN 2: (factually) Mine.
MAN 1: (flatly) So who's Jesus then?
MAN 2: (factually) I am.
MAN 1: (flatly) I've never seen you breaking bread.
MAN 2: (factually) No.
MAN 1: (flatly) Nor have I seen you turn water into wine.
MAN 2: (factually) No.
MAN 1: (flatly) So what says you're Jesus then?
MAN 2: (factually) My manner, my nature - as involves my
consumption of berries and nuts each day, as opposed
to meat and fish.
MAN 1: (flatly) Oh. When were you last crucified then?
MAN 2: (factually) Oh, last Tuesday.
MAN 1: (flatly) So you've been arising from the dead for a week.
that's sure some hotdog.
MAN 2: (factually) But You were crucified eleventeen times
during the past fortnight.
MAN 1: (flatly) Yes, but I'm not Jesus.

(Pregnant pause)

MAN 2: (factually) What's the time
MAN 1: (flatly) Thirteen 'o' clock.
MAN 2: (factually) Not long till tea-time then?
MAN 1: (flatly) No.
MAN 2: (factually) Where did you get that watch from?
MAN 1: (flatly) From Joseph the Carpenter.
MAN 2: (factually) When?
MAN 1: (flatly) At thirteen 'o' clock last Thursday -
just two days after you were last crucified.
MAN 2: (factually) Oh yes. Are you fond of thirteen?
MAN 1: (flatly) Of course - that was the last time I saw you die.
MAN 2: (factually) And when was the second time?
MAN 1: (flatly) At thirteen 'o' clock the following day.
MAN 2: (factually) Ah yes. So how old are the heavens now
then?
MAN 1: (flatly) About fifty-fifty as the Crow flies.
MAN 2: (factually) Pretty old then?
MAN 1: (flatly) Only as old as any wheel, Jesus.
MAN 2: (factually) What do you mean?
MAN 1: (flatly) Simply, Jesus, I mean as old as a castor or a
tyre - you know; as old as the driver comes.
MAN 2: (factually) I understand entirely.

(Pregnant pause)

MAN 1: (flatly) Can you help me, Jesus?
MAN 2: (factually) But I only healed you last weekend - at
thirteen 'o' clock in fact - your favourite time -
and I really don't need you healing again for now.
MAN 1: (flatly) Not with healing, with my nose - I reckon it's
broken in nine places.
MAN 2: (factually) That is healing.
MAN 1: (flatly) No it's not - surely my nose is not broken enough -
it needs a little more Caesaropapy to make it so.
MAN 2: (factually) Stop fussing.
MAN 1: (flatly) Do you kiss your wife, Jesus?
MAN 2: (factually) I don't have a wife.
MAN 1: (flatly) What happened to that girlie you married, then?
MAN 2: (factually) I turned her into a lampshade.
MAN 1: (flatly) Oh.
MAN 2: (factually) But I guess your wife is doing well - I'm
sure you kiss her regularly - at least as many times
as sin.
MAN 1: (flatly) No, no - my wife is a lampshade, too.
MAN 2: (factually) Blasphemy. Only Jesus can turn his wife
into a lampshade.
MAN 1: (flatly) Oh well - I'm a disciple, and that means I follow
by example.
MAN 2:tually) I suppose so.

(Pregnant pause)

MAN 1: (flatly) Stop picking your nose, Jesus.
MAN 2: (factually) Why?
MAN 1: (flatly) Because there's an insect in it.
MAN 2: (factually) That's precisely why I'm picking it.
MAN 1: (flatly) But you musn't. That insect makes you holy -
it's home, altogether crucified, provides a nest for
your miraculous brain.
MAN 2: (factually) Nonsense, Man.
MAN 1: (flatly) If you wish for me to serve you, Jesus, you
would not defy me
MAN 2: (factually) And if you wished to truly serve me, you would
do no less than see that the insect in my nose
is nothing less than a simple bogey.
MAN 1: (flatly) Very well. (Man 1 punches Man 2 in the nose)
There. Now your nose is also broken in nine places.
From now on, your insectacidic nostril is flat with
nought but snot.
MAN 2: (factually) That hurt man. That hurt the word of God.
MAN 1: (flatly) Good.
MAN 2: (factually) Good? What if - what if my head bled so much
that my miraculous nature lost its memory?
Then what?
MAN 1: (flatly) Then, Jesus, you would simply pray more successfully.
MAN 2: (factually) And what if my head was so broken that my prayers
led me to hell?
MAN 1: (flatly) Well, then, Jesus, you would be hand in hand with Rosemary?
MAN 2: (factually) Who in Satan's name is Rosemary?
MAN 1: (flatly) Your wife, dumkopf
MAN 2: (factually) But I thought I'd told you - my wife is now a lampshade.
MAN 1: (flatly) Yes indeed Jesus, and by that token she shines on and on
wherever you choose to tread.
MAN 2: (factually) And how's that?
MAN 1: (fatly) Because you, Jehovah, are a green sort of a miracle man,
and green is innocence and innocence is forever trailed by the
flashlights of the devil; the devil being your lampshade of a wife
and you being the reason for her never-ending devilry.
MAN 2: (factually) Well that's certainly a revelation - even to me?
MAN 1: (flatly) You learn something new everyday, Jesus.
MAN 2: (factually) You certainly, certainly do. 

694. reprise: a self-paid poetry bk: more verbals "9

KNOCK IT OFF! or I swear that I shall get up early and prove some septic proverb right on the button - I don't want to
sanctify some aged wit, so please don't shock me; PLEASE! just knock it off for me.

Friends, the side-effects of speaking like this are killing my individual; he who peeks craftily within my penances, and promises me the best
roll-calls from my sensual amphitheatres - to me, he's worse than mother nature.

LOOK! I do not mean to affright you with these costly chippings, but in the back of my head there's a movie, a daydream of my cold-shouldering you
again and again; a celluloid collage of refrains waving goodbye in the fast and cuckooing mouths of indecision, beside an original
Big Dipper - these screamings are killing my boy!

KNOCK-IT-OFF! Knock these muddy spurrings from our Lord's
unholy absence away from the mark,
or I swear that I - I swear that

that I so, so miss
my unearthly home of homes.

"All-assailing woman praises man through a blue sorority of empty and drown-receiving depths and then tell us to make for a settling sun
that doesn't enquire about a womb's dread cost!"
Hah-hehhhh! In this, I thoroughly show you just how love to shout your business where Christ unsuccours every purpose amid the cheese-nutted feet of what I could've printed
if only I had learned, if only I could've just learned like you, if only I could've just stiched my lonesome way
to nothing but obtainable girls!

I'm sorry - that must have sounded contagious to you/me there, scratching at the healthful crotch beneath those achy-breaky strobe-lights and folly-kissing back from chastity
a simple diagram of the destructible; indeed, I know that one wholesome word shan't deflate your female embarrassment into anything entreating or similar to the phrase saying,
'God is dead,' or that is, unless this pencil can brighten
the deficient that well that God can no longer
project a thing except flipped one liners; but

what if we're not hell after all? What if what's required is for us to starve some meditation with an eastern throat that cries, 'Make me take it, for vague is lucky!
Make me fake it, for vague is plucky!'

Detours. I'm sorry. Although all this isn't quite as disconnected as you might at first think, I mean - doesn't it remind you of minds? I mean, am I not, with these briefs printed from my bended brows,
a lot like you now? Am I not, with these ellipses, striving to dismantle our philosophies of taste, troughs and tautology with an appropriate machinery; the machinery of collages?

LOOK!..It is the nature of men to wander and assault the air with hysterectomy: by them, the moon is surpassed and ignored: it is the nature of men to know that girls can really, really be women when given
half a chance to prove that their men are but baby
boys for all their searching lives.

It is the nature of men to confess and conceal.

I'm sorry - Are You?.

THE HERMIT'S NEW COMPANION
(A DIVIDING DIVARICATION).. LOOK!! Who are you exactly? A long lost Buddha awaiting a stick-up/A mammoth-hurtled riddler
who's ready to abscond? - Tell me, can you say just who you are without resorting to fuss?!!

You know, I've heard many a lady quake at the things she could've done had her plans been less disjointed, and I've really no idea if she's right to quake,
but I'd like to say that she might be, because what else can men do when they're trying to socialise except smother enslicing misogyny with a grimacing heave-hoh of the attentive?
What else can they do but agree?

(ANSWERS ON AN ADOPTION CARD
ADDRESSED TO MASSAGE AND RELATE!)

LOOK!!! You don't know what I've had to endure to earth my clench on space like this - NO! NO! NO!
I will not even give you the benefit of the doubt - I mean, I've been last so intensely that I surely thought that I would never awake impacted with this life-thing,
and yet here you are, mauving upon my metallicas, in an effort to say that you are worth my wiles and, well, - I am grateful to you -
even if your ends serve nothing but you egos,
I am mighty grateful that you
accidentally make me
see that I'm impacted after all.

DAMN IT!! Who are you exactly?
A long-lost Buddha awaiting -

I mean I mean that I liked hosting your invasions I mean I mean
that any successful dream belies the colludings of coincidence and coaxing; belies the colludings of dust to dust.

 

 

695. de hermit comes to town: a cheesy extract from a venal self-done shitty poesy bk

 

Farewell, my faceless monarchs, you promised me the fabulous, but I nobly know that you have become as my sisters and brothers
and cannot possibly provide me with what I'm owed or with more than appeasery.

Love's a good liar - when rooting for a well-point, we hoot her prime context is a pylon, and yet dug waters remain love's demesne.
Electric, life is a life, and by her we make such a fist simply to secure a false prognosis on heaven's turning back.

Farewell! and you connect that we are coming to a dishy apocalypse! There! it's been openly said, my faceless noble, etcetera etcetera - and I am sure that you perceive
perception might resign us from these psychotic proliferations, just by defaming angels non-perplexing, just by shunting an alien applause
and screaming that we're not the only juvenile origins to be pottering sadly about the cots of the cherry orchards
in our search for a red, red rose as a symbol of a full-grown love.

Yep-Yup-Yeahhh! - do your succincting stuff, brothers and sisters, with your wrackful thoughts blanding treating the constant symptoms of insomnia
and then expanding like the boudoirs of Babel!

Uh-Huhhhhhhh! - the long cliche has gone full circle, and who could care when so much has been said? Certainly not me-me, who's one love is to be
demoted to a smoking sea, shouting that the land has a lilt, but no progress
to her adeptable hands.

Farewell! you are too cheap for my possessings!

But, then again, did you say, 'The Fabulous?!'

Noo Nooo Noooo!! I shall not shed into this cleft crease!! All around, I see us snapping our caps and doffing the storms released in the confidence that jewels shall glister to their tip-tops
where hot metal intervenes.

Sadly, it's not like that at all. Women and men split too swiftly for their own good and gibber mantis pleasantries to each others' bonsoir, focal footfalls,
with a horlicks cocktail dizzy on the grizzly
turntables of their jazzed-up black books -

PLEASE! - Look, Listen, Learn.

I shall not go - all around, we're too fond of entryism and I, lust's spectator, cannot overturn the truth,
which is claw,
which is tail,
which is septic,

which is receptacle equals Savagery.

 

696.

DRAMA INTERLUDE B: re. a self-saved idiot prosody book circa 1992.
benited: CALLING THE DESERT DOWNSTAIRS.

 

JOHNSON: calling the desert downstairs? Do you hear me?
You know, I really need to talk with you...I'm here to tell you
that - that i know all about the dunes and the searing heat
inside...Christ! For year after year, I have put my trust in finding
an oasis... but, you know how it is, that oasis doesn't come
along. No, no - it never does... But listen now, old desert,
can't you see that I'm just dying to escape the sunshine? Christ!
That sunshine has been cleaving my being away from me for
what feels like a century now.... And, you know, if only I could
have a chance, I'd divorce you and your ruddy desert world and
get back on top of things.. But, old Sahel, you and really must
know that your punishing world, with all its burning gesturese
and gestations, does something to a man's sensual divinity. I
mean to say, when all this began, we were all trolling along
just dandily down the disco, dancing and dealing in virtual
love. But, these days, I just don't know, the whole desert scene
just keeps on getting me down.. Hello? Hello there! Why don't
you damn well listen? Can't you see that a man has urges? You
know what I mean, exigent urges such as laughter, mockery,
madness and grief? Yes, you could say that I am evading the
issue, but, goddamn you, what I'm trying to say is that..
too much of the de facto matter at hand can only end up in an
early grave... What's that you say? There's only a desert downstairs
for as long as one tries to live inside things? Christ! You don't need
to tell me that.. But - I've always been one for looking into
things.. Even when - even when a tiny child .. I used to search for
fossils at the seaside. No, I never found one, but, you know,
the anger I feel now at not finding just one damned T. Rex bone
is impossible to define... Christ! If only you'd just listen, then we'd
surely surely get to the de facto centre of the whole damned
thing and - and do something about it.. Well?! What do you
say, old Gobi? Don't I deserve at least a little respect for
trying to my best?.... Christ! I really must loosen my tie...
Take my wife, Polly, she never expects to be taken for a ride,
but, God!, it's in the bag that that's what she needs. "Johnson!"
she screams at me, "Johnson! If you're my only husband-type,
then why the hell don't you get down from your pedestal
for once in a while?!" And, dear Nevada, however I look at things,
I just can't seem to find a way to relive my own
miraculous nature... You see, the irony of it all is that I do NOT
have a pedestal to stand on. No, last time I stood up at all, my
rotten trousers fell around my ankles.... So much waste, old Gobi,
so much damned sadness..So sad, so full of sadness... Listen!
I'm telling you to stop desertiying the big city me.. Do you hear?
Calling the desert downstairs! Why don't you do damned well
hear me?.. Take last week. It had been one those busy days in
the office. When I got home, I just lay there and drifted off,
and, do you know, I had that dream I reckon we all have from
time to time; that dream about grandmother standing there before
me in the nude. There she was, all toothless and gnashing
around. Well, as you can imagine, desert, I thought at first
that I'd turned into a right old pervert - I mean, the burning
I felt in my loins at the time was too harsh to explain away..
But I know we all have those dreams from time to time -
I guess we all do and die by the visions of things we neither
yearn nor wish to see.. You know, I sometimes reckon
that all our lives are spent just waiting to make love to
someone old and past it. You see, Nevada, only then'll
the true source of of purity will be found. You see, old Sahel,
then the maniacally roving eye'll be gone and the matter
of those foolish teenage fantasies'll be dimmed forever;
then, the matter of sexual gratification'll be sated by a
complete lack of youthful consternation; a lack that is
altogether sacred. Yes, old desert, only then'll the true
source of purity to be found...I suppose what I'm trying
to say to you is that your scorcher of a world is driving
me into the ground. You're the desert downstairs, see,
and I am just an ordinary man trying to do his best to prosper
under the flatulent heat you flay across my mind and body..
Hello! Hello there?! Please, old Sahel, just listen to me for a
second or three, 'cause I am trying to please those b'stards
on the topmost floor, tired - tired of scrawling and scraping for
the mutations who make me break my back all these
live long times. Christ! If only - if only Polly'd see that I
just cannot be held responsible for the roof falling down
and the state of her womb and the slope of her breasts,
and the, and the... Please listen! All I want, Gobi, all I want,
old Sandy, is for the chance to prove that I care about the
indifference of society. You know, I could be like them:
doing as I please, eating high-fat foods, reading mucky books,
asking for as many holidays the State can possibly provide,
but, you see...you see, I - I served my time being trammelled
into accepting the apathy a material machine. Old Sandy, these days,
I just don't know my place. One moment, I'm king of
the castle, churlishly clad in my business suit and all
all-weather, lace-up leather, man-made shoes, and the next thing
I'm just biding my very own multi-sufficient prison-cell..
Hello? Calling the desert downstairs! Hello! Goddamn you,
if only you'd just listen, even for just one deliberated nanosecond,
then you'd learn a thing or two.. I am here and you are here
and all this wide world is here, but still no equanimity is made -
still no sight of the land of milk and honey comes into rotten view..
So, I am asking you, old Sandy, so I'm simply asking you, just
give us a chance... just give us a break!! 'Cause if I even begin
to close my eyes, I'd begin to see those other closed eyes and
eyes just looking in on me, and those other closed eyes eat
away at your brain and eat away at your soul and never, never,
never give you the chance again to question the blinding,
blanking, non-seeing purpose of the material world... Christ!
All those bastard eyes leading us all into the weeds and not
giving us the chance to live again! Eyes! Eyes! Eyes! And, d'you
know, old Sandy, it's you and your desert downstairs that makes
them flicker and a-flutter like they damned well do... Sometimes
I reckon those eyes were created by the devil, seeing the way
that they always glare and glaze over at the things they should
be loving the most. 'Cause those eyes breed further eyes and
further eyes breed further pain and further pain breeds a
whole morass of sadness. - 'cause it's all so sad, so full o
goddamned sadness... Hello? Hello there! Calling the desert
downstairs! I'm asking you to listen to me! Just shift your fat
and burning and sandy arse away from my compos mentis. I
mean to say, if you and your shirty pals out there on the desert
plain don't damned well do something soon to take away the angst
and the agony of this low-blow heat, I will just not be held
responsible for the circumstances.. You see, that naughty wife of
mine, Polly, she won't ever let up except when I'm serving time in
my garden shed, and, you know, it's all down to you, old Sandy,
that your desert downstairs makes her lose her handle with me.
Christ! We'd just be all right if you'd let us lose our passions to
flirtatious exploits. But, let's face it, you and your burning pals
out there on the Sahara just won't give a second look at one
so hare-brained as to wish for a little flirtation...You see, old Sandy,
eyes breed further eyes and an eye is an eye and a tooth a tooth,
yet, when it's all said and done, we've just go to burn the
mother-cheek..Yes, they say, old Gobi, that it is the Scriptures.
Well, when it comes it comes down to it, all I know is that
an eye is an eye and a tooth is probably an eye as well,
seeing the way a tooth flashes down on to all things that
look its way - just like an eye, just like a bloody eye itself. Yes, old
Sandy, a single grimace is as all-seeing as a billion glaring eyes..
In fact, if I had it my way, eyes of all kinds would be carved out
their blaring sockets so that me and my wife could just have some
privacy and you, you and your multisonous burning, would be
burnt out in one great molten fury.. Don't you know? Your heat,
old Nevada, scours a man's heart and mind entirely away from
the purpose it was born to, which is to propagate a little faith,
dam a few emotional rivers, bear a tide of truth upon the land,
and, of course, to make way for the moans of bed and bier
that plucks the chords of the whole damned universe... Hello? Calling
the desert downstairs. Calling the blood and guts of mystic misery.
Calling the aridity below the bestiary of the belt.
..Calling, calling, calling the desert downstairs...Calling, calling,
calling, calling, calling the desert downstairs... Calling, calling, calling,
calling the desert downstairs..

(THE VOICE OF JOHNSON BEGINS TO FADE AWAY,
BIT BY TEARFUL BIT, UNTIL, ON A SUDDEN, THE SOUND
OF A TELEPHONE RECEIVER BEING GENTLY REPLACED
IN ITS CRADLE BRINGS THE MONOLOGUE TO A CLOSE).

 

 

697. more bleeded fucking  words from a self-stormed poetry no. 

And so allusion's fusions flash like gipsy caravans across a busy, cherry-busting and all-decried composure, where mad dodgems crash and crackle round the sexy
sorcery of you and I, on a mystery of irreverent contacts, wrenched amid a boss-eyed sulk of bed-hop deviations; and that is why, a ring-a-ding
down the Harlequin corridor, we wield our tools and serve a brace of selfish codes that our naive recessional
mummies and daddies can't decipher or slam.

Inadvertent, then, we maraud our oases, an anithesis to adventure and the sensual Grail; "We could have had!" we cry, and pick our gums and weep,
with an "As today, so tomorrow," and our knowledge of sweets
obscenely snubbed and chested by the hymen's leap.

Mangy, moggy man, LISTEN The politics of ecstasy are real - the guys who dote upon the sixth-sense-personal spring them from their locks -
LISTEN! and they move us to the cuddling fact that we, the doubled-up cake-queens of the hour, should be glad-coated and kosher choral lamps
putting fire to the Master's clothes - LISTEN! And don't you think it comes down to this?

For the politics of living are surreal. We, the livers, are unwilling to dictate the soul; are senseless to the river's causeways and know only that we are set to racket
our reasons through marbled ruins, fames and fortunes and emergency ministers
ringing their bells in case of an emergency -

LISTEN!
and dote upon the belly of this truth game,
upon the hooter of this daring dictarate
of shortening and sharpening on;
LISTEN IN!

For the politics of living are unreal.

ooo

(AN ANAMORPHIC EXIT)

Yet cartwheeled outrages must have me cool the fusions of devilled displacements I've been through since coming to town.
There's a silencer at my temple, (I forget which one) polishing off the lot of these bought-up bells
as just another smart of the intinerant.
Ahead, there's a babe, (the next tomb is being born). The televisual dark shall soothe and charm him. Behind, there are the spectres of my past sonatas;
spooled, they are reverting to an uncrushed womb.

Seated easy between free-fall and garden, I've had the rhyme of my life, (Well, you can't have it all!) and so, wanting my expressions to fit to the code
of sex's battery, it is not just for me to say that I'm going, but that I am over the edge once more, you freakers,
and shan't be coming back like this;
or at least,
it's dubious
don't you know.

Mooneyed flowers traipse their growths into a trend of rout-houses, afloat and chim-chimneyed in the ermine hulk of cut aways, bordering
the raggle-taggle spires within the baseless motifs of our supersonic fires.

The cranium contains, the cranium compresses, the cranium closes in - it is it's job to contract;
and therefore we cannot forget our true births - the brain, leech-punching at labour's abdomen, teaches us to annul, to
evolve in circles;

and thus Creation looks back to create
and pointless poems like these begin.

Slightly sensate, slightly sad, slightly empty, slightly mad, the embryo flounces fry for feet and beaches south where the swallows meet
to step the steps of pigeon rogues whose carrion valours, beaked in stone, dredge the skies and destroy the clock
of time and tide and granite rock, which, slightly sensate, slightly sore, slightly empty, slightly bored,
pan the pules of young and old
and crawl asleep
amidst the palms of the world.

....

ISBN 1 85845 282 1.  thankfully the text is entirely out of print /the ISBN was transitory and is now entirely redundant/the paid copyright is dying/the whole experience of this book is entirely deficient and entirely at an utmost end.

..in a very small part, The Hermit Comes to Town was inspired by the poetry of a ferine feline febrile vocatious ingenious fat c..t?

 

698.

some deleterous strapped fingers have used a balloon to bend my home with eighty carat glassrooms. the streets of feeling dirty unroll under yesterday's wishful hands of eating
-and a caviar of banisters has fallen under schools and a bone of sloanes scatters blonde pricks of stoned blood that don a pissproud warper of
warming cats and bruised ermine.

inside death's house, the blinds have never been raised
we float to the silver imagings of banishing graves
and the crowds in minds brazier after downy trades.
,,
no more no more of the dying game
no more for mauds
no more for sheet rain?

this hisser of a mouth, gelled wide open, has two idiot eyes; the things i never do listens to blind sky and a dying father ends when a rotted head falls, like a pear.

i despise my head
my clucking hands
i despise christ's bed
.
my mouth, made open well too often, eats into grime and dizzy dirt, screaming under exotic songs, begging for a keen mad world
to enter, like the sun.

O

I berate my leggings
my shutting dancings
i despise light's dapplings

my arms are sealed
my two useless arms
(which i never use)
are cogged with killings

eating from limey hurt, i espy a lousy heart screaming for cockerels, and we enter pay
.
i berate my leggings
my shitting prancing

I never use bare hands
..

699. 

several sad men are standing out on the seafront with eroding wavelets heaping oceans from drownings.
o yes, we have said enough o yes, we have died enough
o no,- it may well happen for
several men who are standing
aside a nuked pier
..
crawling, a device in a brolly says MAMMA while, sprawling, a wet christ's holly says FAREWELL DADA
and it is unfound here that mother
separates for good

keen girls are breaking in my head, the fuelling fans of aching rock for deserts as winding lead rots under fire
and the face of a precipice is darkened by dogs and barked witches and a mirrored ape
drops nets aside wynded ditches
.
a strongbow of old suns stoppers rollers of bloodied men while coast-made blithy gutterous kine poppers and sally wax
here and now write aside a map of death.
and a termitic ant of skiiers needles after chalked pants and a terminal cunt shivers where fathers heat a heart shaped from snow.
the sun above death drops salt nests; the moon of a bright hag slags after lovers and a loon of midnights
hides a river in haloed hollowed hair.

David weds Goliath. Medusa's stare
turns to worms
and a barn of ferns implodes air..

o midlife fell from a shop window another day was wasted and, lobed, distractions of pure terminal petrol fell from a heady slit
and the cracking of a wise stick rips vegetation from limey ocean moors. o as midlife fell, then old widows
star-veil a car inside a kiss
.o midlife fell so badly...And lashes build between beads a head of greedy boat-bedded sailor Loves
.
clouds of hewn smoke permits God howls of spoon-soap washes de Lord.

i raised my thighs above my legs?

 

 

 

700. C/O ELEMETARY TOWNS WHERE MEAN RUBY TUESDAY SONGSHEETS WRITHE?!

provisional title: "about neuralities in a purple songster's golden net."

 

"24 years remind the tears of my eyes. (bury me now, for I walk with you).
24 years, yet I’m still alive. (take me down to the river, do). 24 years
of reaping the rise, and still I feel in love with you.

24 years, and I’m
still alive. (take me down to the river, do). All alone, we walk on bone,
melting away the spheres of night. All alone, we talk of stone, strange as
severed summers bright. follow me & I’ll follow you, follow me & break on
thru..

24 years remind the tears of my eyes, 24 years reveal a hollow
disguise. each & every day, we pass away, carving out the scandals for the
jesus crew. (take me down to the river, do, take me down to the river,
do).

24 years remind the tears of my eyes, 24 years of your booted shoes.
(take me down to the river do, take me down to the river). honesty shall
outlive us: just as waxen faces fade to red, love shall not forgive us,
nor the sun of beauty heal the dead. 24 years remind the tears of my eyes.
(bury me now, for I walk with you).

24 years remind the tears of my eyes;
24 years, as cold as blue...

Well I took a little ride along the sentry stones, stepped into the centre
of the mural thrones; summoned up love from a sonic state of screams;
sired into red steeples the graves of endless dreams
& the Mojo's riding,
& the Mojo's riding: the Mojo's riding
in an automatic tomb, an automatic
tomb, an automatic tomb, an automatic tomb.
Well I took a little reason
from a summer gun, let fly the seed of rages & summoned up the sun;
summoned up murder from the freeway in my brain; sired into red steeples
the graves of endless flame.
& the Mojo's riding, & the Mojo's riding: the
Mojo's riding in an automatic tomb, an automatic tomb, an automatic tomb,
an automatic tomb.
Sickness schemes its thunder high, cloven rockets
pierce the skies: up with angels, mania thrums; in cranial beauty, demons
drum. Past the palace of descent, in widow windows, under vents, as the
Lord destroys all love, God's eremites deny their blood: sickled in the
ships of hell, shopshadows whistle down the cells; no more blue love, just
trendless shame, just endless whispers in the brain.
& the Mojo's riding,
& the Mojo's riding: the Mojo's riding in an automatic tomb, an automatic
tomb, an automatic tomb, an automatic wound-
Mistress maiden, Madam Death,
in the Ark, let thunder's theft, like a sword of azured light, sever wings
from angelled night: Mistress maiden, Madam scarlet, in the Ark, let
thunder storm: under Phapos, let God's darlings rape away the Golden Dawn.

& the Mojo's riding, & the Mojo's riding: & the Mojo's riding
in an
automatic tomb, an automatic tomb, an automatic tomb, an automatic tomb: &
the Mojo's riding, with city spirits driving, & the Mojo's dying...

she's been betrayed like a thousand girls before; walks into her
heartbreak like christ walks into a door - doesn't care for feeling - all
feeling's vacant now; walks across the ceiling like christ walks across
His golden bough.
she's been betrayed, she's been betrayed, she's been
betrayed like a thousand girls before, she's been betrayed, she's been
betrayed, she's been betrayed like a thousand girls before.
she's been
betrayed like a million girls behind; doesn't care to pray, for prayer is
simply out of mind - does her best to hide her tears, but tears gets in the
way - doesn't care to disappear, for disappearing's pain.
she's been
betrayed, she's been betrayed, she's been betrayed like a thousand girls
before, she's been betrayed, she's been betrayed, she's been betrayed like
a thousand girls before.
she's been betrayed like a thousand girls before,
walks into her heartbreak like christ walks into a door, doesn't care for
happiness, for happiness is gone, walks across her craziness like christ
walks through a song. she's been betrayed, she's been betrayed, she's been
betrayed like a thousand girls before. she's been betrayed, she's been
betrayed, she's been betrayed like a thousand girls before.
Are we on the nightship?

at the end of a rainbow, where the starfish spree; where the mermen glide
and the anemones weave - in the very middling centre of a cave at sea -
mister mephistopheles sits down for tea.
the table's laid and the chairs
set to, and the lamplight's motion is lighting the blue, and from the
middle of thunder come the guests to be, where mister mephistopheles sits
down for tea. and here there are potions and purple pomades, and songbirds
and dovebirds and fashionable raves, and here too are sermons and songs in
high key, where mister mephistopheles sits down for tea.
at the end of a
rainbow, at the end of the night, inside the other side, within the
smoking of a pipe - in the centre of a notion, in the middle of a plea -
mister mephistopheles sits down for tea.
and now the guests arrive by
midnight coach, and the best of the men wear a scarlet broach, and the
best of the hens wear a shaman's beads, when mister mephistopheles sits
down for tea. and when the evening's at an end, hellfire burns, and the
selling of a soul is all that's earned - and the hellfire burns and the
hellfire flees - where mister mephistopheles sits down for tea.
and if you
should wonder whose teacups glint, then look no further than the eyelid's
blink, and look no further than the fathomless sea - the haunt of mister
mephistopheles...

Ask my lady what she really wants to be; she says, Baby, can't you see:
I've never lived, all I did was try to die: so I say, Lady, needs must the
will to cry.
Crazy is the harvest moon, crazy is the harvest tree, crazy
is the harvest moon, crazy is the casuistry...
Ask my father what he
tried to do; he says, Son, I did my best for you: I never lived long, all
I did was pine away: so I say, Father, needs must the will to pray.
Crazy
is the harvest moon, crazy is the harvest tree, crazy is the harvest moon,
crazy is the casuistry
Ask mad Tarsus just why he chose to change; he
says, Man, best I did was to derange: I never cared much, just chose to
lose my head: so I say, Tarsus, needs must the idle dead.
Crazy is the
harvest moon, crazy is the harvest tree, crazy is the harvest moon, crazy
is the casuistry
Ask the Lord why he went direct away: He says, Man,
the best I did was to betray: I saw the stars fall, but never thought to
trust: I say, Jesus, best you find the route to lust.
Crazy is the harvest
moon, crazy is the harvest tree, crazy is the harvest moon, crazy is the
casuistry
Ask me now just where this life will lead: I say, Woman,
best contest this devil seed: best destroy me before my light burns out:
best try to break my brain than live in endless pout.
Crazy is the harvest
moon, crazy is the harvest tree, crazy is the harvest moon, crazy is the
harvest factory.

We walked thru red fields of leavened gold: by the time we kissed, our
hearts were cold. We walked through red fields of leavened skein: by the
time we kissed, our hearts were stained
So goodbye now, braided baby, I am
still in love with you: you & me were meant, my baby; ain't it true that
love breaks thru.
We walked through the rills & hills of light: by the
time we kissed, our hearts weren't right: we walked meadows, moons &
garden bowers: by the time we kissed, our hearts weren't ours.
So goodbye now, braided baby, I am still in love with you:
you & me were meant, my
baby; ain't it true that love breaks thru.
Time cannot accord what passion
maims: in the scent of thunder, time defames: ain't that just the cost,
blue love is merely loss, & when it comes to praying, loving rains: ain't
that ashame?
So goodbye now, braided baby, I am still in love with you:
you & me were meant, my baby; ain't it true that love breaks thru.
Museday Murmur, bluesday kiss of sun; in love's scarlet number, truth succumbs:
love is always altared, its lust a baptised skein: museday murmur, bluesday
murder: the love we had was vain.
So goodbye now, braided baby, I am still
in love with you: you & me were meant, my lady; ain't it true that love
breaks thru: you & me were meant, my lady; ain't it true that love breaks
thru: in leavened fields, true love's our enemy; as time denies, all light
disproves

Drank from the artichoke last Sunday, turned against all sin on museday,
spent a little while in a tigron's cage, slavering away against decay; saw
the trainlights spurn to mean, shot against my fused & dead demesne, did
my best to marry on; drank from a choke & sired a ripper son.
i did not
rate u, no, i never raped u, i did not rate u, little kid, i did not rate
u, no, i never raped u, i did not rate u, little kid.
Drank from the
artichoke last Sunday, turned against all sin on museday, summoned up Zion
from a golden stage, danced my mind against love's grade; saw the
trainlights purdah out, shot against my fused & den-eyed pout, did my best
to do my best for u; drank from a choke & broke on thru.
i did not rate u,
no, i never raped u, i did not rate u, little kid, i did not rate u, no, i
never raped u, i did not rate u, little kid.
Helio Bundy, Morrison mane,
why do you drive my mind insane, why does your pick of leather hate sire
against my mental state: helio Bundy, wicked child, why do u rise against
the mild, why do the dirty on light's dream, why rape the child & act
obscene?
Family garden, sickle feast, why put my brain inside the beast,
why take away the loves I had, why spurn away the gentle mad? i did not
rate u, no, i never raped u, i did not rate u, little kid, i did not rate
me, no, i never raped me, i did not rape me, little kid: i did not rate
the summer sun enough to save a life begun: i did not rate u nor me at
all, all i did was fall & fall.
Helio, helio artichoke, helio, helio
artichoke; saw it in the news, the child tells lies in hope; helio, helio
artichoke. I did not rate the child I knew, i still don't rate the things
he do: saw it in the news, the child dies blue: I did not rate the things
u do. i did not rate u, no, i never raped u, i did not rate u, little kid,
i did not rate u, no, i never raped u, i did not rate the things i did: i
did not rate u, no, i never raped u, i did not rape u, little kid, i did
not rate u, no, i never raped u:
i did not rate the things Love did?
..Are we on the night-ship?

Simon Rolo, Marco Polo: he's got trumpets going solo: has a pair of
dolphin boots, a walrus lantern & a suit.
In the summer of his eyes, Simon
Rolo's bright disguise parades in seashore rhapsodies, spastic rifles &
high trees. Marco Polo, Simon Rolo: he's got doctors in a folio: has a
grasp on magic science; a starry beard on skin defiant.
As his history
rocks & rakes, Simon Rolo finds the brakes: driving, driving all day long,
Simon Rolo sings a song.
Simon Rolo, Marco Polo: he's got dates with
Tolkein's Frodo: buys a ticket for a ride, shines his shoes & shines his
eyes.
As he swims in Autumn seas, Simon Rolo's senses heave: gliding,
gliding all night long, Simon Rolo bears a son.
Marco Polo, Simon Rolo:
master-mistress to time's solo: got a wallet in his ears, has a bike with
ninety gears. In the sermons of the skies, Simon Rolo waves goodbye, & as
music here abounds, Rolo's world slips underground?"

Knife the sun, lady, knife the sun; you know the rules, now go on the run
-life destroys as peace defines - come take the womb & make it grind.
knife the sun, lady, knife the sun; you know the rules, now go on the run.

The moon gets cold & the stars grow older; no more the moon, just look
over your shoulder - the darkness maims as the summer declines - no more
the womb, just destruction in the mind.

Your palls of white are closing, lady; four palls of death, four palls of
closet red - night is the madness, all-deposing - no more the womb, just
destruction in the head - we've seen the summer climbing softly - the
truth is dreaming, a million tombs behind - no more a life, just birth in
rumour's posing; no more the womb, just destruction in the light.

Knife the sun, lady, knife the sun; knife the sun, lady, knife the sun;
knife the sun, lady, knife the sun; knife the goddamn sun. come on a trip
& the acid heart shall seize; come on a trip & the heart shall greet
disease; come swallow rot & sense the heart run red; come swallow rot &

see the child run dead..

Knife the sun, lady, knife the sun; knife all the men you've ever won;
knife at the wards, at the hospice in the lung; knife all the men you've
ever won..

Loved loud women, always did; loved loud women since just kids; -
come take this Lord away; loved reeled crime since we raped day..

(after John Winston Ono Lennon's 'Working-Class Hero')

You can promise me riches & famish my mind, you can plough me with fixes &
publish my rhymes, you can give me a billion & set my world free, but a
Student of Orchids is nothing to be.
You can buy me a girlfriend & promise
all time, you can suffer my silence & straighten my spine, you can giggle
& gaggle & be wild & free, but a Student of Orchids is nothing to be.
When
they've told you I'm sentient, well you must see that the sentient soul is
all punished by greed, & the key to it all is that sentience flees, for a
Student of Orchids is nothing to be.
You can pamper my mystery & make me
fly, you promise me garlands from heavenly skies; but there's only one
thing that you really must see: a Student of Orchids is nothing to be.
There's a cloud on the summit that never climbs down, & that cloud is
before you, that cloud is a sound, & there's only one thing, one thing
that is key: a Student of Orchids is nothing to be.
& there's only one
measure, one thing that is key: a Student of Orchids is nothing to be: &
there's only one measure, one thing that is key: a Student of Orchids is
nothing to be... are we on the night ship?!..

And I don't remember when last I saw the sun
I heard there books of premises
But I must have read them wrong
Cut of gas-tap carriages
Through which the whorld respires
I sit and scribble messages
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

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.
..
...
.note:
the unusual word 'whorld' in this song is a nominal word portmanteau....
copyright 1666.

flowers, powers, fusion, flowers, beyond the moon, the endless power,
sunned in murder, muffles love, all and all as cold as blood. flowers,
powers, fusion, flowers, beyond the moon, the endless power, sunned in
frightmare, muffles fate, all and all as cold as rape. indigo winter,
indigo summer, all and all, the world is number. indigo summer, indigo
autumn, all and all, the world is warden. flowers, powers, fusion,
flowers, beyond the moon, the serpent wish, sunned in murder, twining
madly, scores away the endless kiss. flowers, powers, endless towers,
under time, this earth is empty. the way is gemerald, the way is temporal,
the clay-cold kiss of love is real. all and all, as cold as fury, endless
flumes the rape of curie. all and all, as dead as living, endless flumes
the soul's misgiving. flowers, fusion, flowers, denusion, all and all,
this earth's delusion. ultrasonic, multisounded, all and all, this earth
is grounded. burial rumour, death-kiss glimmer, world under world, the sun
grows thinner. burial rumour, death-kiss manger, world under world, the
Son's defamer.

flowers, powers, fusion, flowers, beyond the moon, the
endless power, stunned in hearing, muffles love, all and all as cold as
blood. whispers brick the eye in midnight, misters brick the sky in
flightnight. death devolves, death defines, death revolves and death's
divine. flower, first fusion of the demon empire, tower, first fusion of
the demon entire, flower, power, tower, the day is gemerald, flowers,
powers, fusion, the gem's confusion. no more seeking the foreign word for
worship, no more seeking the foreign word for transepts - flowers, powers,
towers, fusion lives forever. flowers, towers, powers, fusion reaps the
weather. beyond the moon, beyond the sun, beyond the flint inside the
cum. beyond all this, the town of azure; beyond all this, the tower of
pleasure. death devolves, death defines, death lives on in broken minds.

earth beneath earth, dream under thunder, all and all, the flower must
sunder. quiddicch lover, wiccan brother, wiccan brother, semite mother- as
the summer breaks aside, all and all, the eyes grow wide. give me the
palace of mental easter, give me the summer of scented beasts - no more
time for clocks that turn, just the time for labial urns. flowers, powers,
fusion, flowers, beyond the moon, the endless power, sunned in murder,
muffles love, all and all as cruel as blood. dream, why shape the wake for
sharing? dream, why share the wake for prayer? dream, why shape the snake
for snaring? dreams live on in tempest air. flowers, powers, fusion,
flowers, gemerald shower, amber dour. dowry girl, give me plenty, dowry
girl, rend me empty. shend the sun, shend the moon, shend the lung, shend
the womb. the smoke in the hills is eagle shadow, the smoke in the hills
is eagle mallow. gemerald, sieve in the cobwebbed lover, gemerald, sieve
in the cobwebbed drum, gemerald, sieve of spider ages.

flowers, powers,
towers, the word is scum. spend all your years in a prism prison, sweat for
the grave beyond all light. flowers, powers, towers, all the world is
gemerald. flowers, powers, towers, all the world is temporal. shend the
sun, shend the moon, shend the banshee in her tomb. christ comes here to
prove no truth; all and all, the word's uncouth. leave aside the
ultrasonic, cleave away the mate bubonic - this is the earth, so live it -
death comes after, a deadly
sea clit...

 

note: 1,000s more where these came from.

 

701.

a dead end meal in a medical pool awaits a mongol trader. o lost foals catch cabs to week days in Bohn amd a blind seagull strips rolled steppes,
using a car of pure failure a dead end dinner hall hires fools to rabbit's meat inside gilded lost watership kid-souls

avenged, a vital virgin of the gutters stops to look inside money, stooled, sucked behind, made from bleeded body butters
a dead end mind drops food as flown beddy binaries feed honey
..
where a blue eagle ends, then guns
shoot deniers dead

this day, a last cab in lost Tunis revokes revolving lakes and peoples, - a donny made from grapes star-chokes a dizzy demon in a sea of apples
and a deaf hill swallows gold angels. when a housemaid named Clove ropes wedders of sawn scathes then a staircase of one million coats
abandons wives to weepers - a bony bag of cries hardens palace-keeps and this day, a last cab in Munich heats diamonds and bottles.
the naked eye of a chair lengthens for caved cupboards, the rapiers of a lost heir lengthens for poor pullers of pier-pierced water-wards.

on an experimental basis, we are reaped
from ganglers of dogs and afternoons

she arranged herself inside some city sugars and she prepared for the son of Pan she dug for four bottles which layered drams and she despaired for the son of Man
and men died as they heatedly painted sand and death put god's feed inside a soft sweet bun parade: o indeed and forever will the sun and moon sigh aside heather
Mothers lay crying in a widening mirror, mammas lay dying; and we arranged ourselves inside some city tremor and we dug after deadliness
and we loosened sex where sold burials burned
..
Captain Burtherned the 6th looked out upon
gay widowers of discharging lemon ochre guns

life predestines bloods with brakes
night star-estranges closed kids and clown-drapes
idiots of windmills
rap a floury banner about the cheeks of a child
and one million teenaged horses
appear to be upon the march.
..
sucking a choked eye-cherry, we curse our slease o fuckers of revolting wives dangles some knickers aside bolted bread-knives; and, uh, as we leave for a vegetable shroud,
a men in a burnt sleeve
hisses when spent leaves at a transceiver zaps

cornish walldrons...

702.

*
once upon a mind, we shaved cords from peopled steeples: once, we laid a deep mine with dark wool ears in a coke-crashed wood.
one of you is a paper sent to spring-heeled blood, and i will never cast a coal-drug aside grey God

'what, if anything, is the reason behind pigs
what, if everything, is the weathering of kids?
You, in your gallery, will sunder Eden as old figs
shine, shine.

Thus, in the advent of a shrilled evening, may we jack a knife-edge for a north-south orizon paved up, up with cold trees
..
i shall not murder any of the eateries babes screw
..
Oh
..
vapours deify a book of fast snowy sea-flowers, pawed, pealed, pasted into bollockries and dowers, this death of daisies, dammed, doctors gold towers
one of us is raised from capers: one of us is drained within naked candle-capers; and ideal faces will drop fay targets when a tarry tawny prison-pills
powder duked throats with causal carousel hills. where the dance of the cross shapes denial, where the lance of the Lost shapes dead Saul and
where the lover's pled answer to a tree of dolls then a thumber of a noon-sun must end everything (asides from malingering bitten old women).
..
Oh. How can i see rings stopped? And a pump of beards cheers a slaker of urban Lot and a cunt of tears harrows fires as damsel-beers
sight ramming feathers all around eyed corn-ears
here, there is a purple parade made hot as feathers: here and now, there is a purple glade where fathers cycle into loused perpetual terminal sleep
and once aside lud heat, we will extradite femurs underneath a revolving leap of dirtied lemurs.
...
How should we make dreams stop
how should we shake a radar from a rain-drop
how should be move the earth to tears?
..
one of us has a far-off sphere
one of us has a baker for a spear
and a blade of masks hasps after radio beer
,....
?? hiatuses of haloed whores revere
old steeds and sea-snorers
and youths and dust suck seizures
from electric baby-shallows

Oh...

all of us, led to deans, wallop air with gear?

this estranging solar sun photographs easy female tides: o, this infusing sonar mum that lies for strange sons leaves behind nothing but acrid rivers
.our lady life heaps gunfire when overturned down a hired road, blood troops carrion after killers
.
of caves and fires i speak -
eyes spin like star-snapped beasts
and a school of scars believes
in a slow wheel and a yearning
after cattle heaps
..
we hear a dripping tap in meat
we sear a rider of clap
we harrow pissed fire
we sear cablers with old sleep
..
a barrow of grease stops
short

thus, just this evening, a simple mamma jacked a northerly star-giver thus, just like dreaming, a baptiser parted faiths with drowning cornered eye-sin
and we never dream and we never cry and we heat a state of dying where basketfuls of murder lend a loser to tossers of dyed wicca boys.

You, with a snaked height, i will answer unto death and see hills: yelling at the profit and loss you, with a caped life, i shall rob from cool sex a sea of drills
..
o jack and the mayor heal Joan
o a mother of dust shrieks under stone

703.

cruel streets of feeling dirty discern wide windows from a beast of strutting bed-ferns and wistful hands feel for curs
o, it was the hired wind shook down my summer's hymns. The evening shot glass, falled when, heaped, cold casts
loved to love aromas of sea-sand and we dare not scream and we cannot shoot a windscreen and we are dealt with crying cards
and we are pelted with halved body halva
..
cobwebs around spidered sentries
wipe a good face fast away?

some aged constellation of walled heaped paper jazzes after eggy flavas: uh, some ragged grey conversation has a gay pepper swiping men from toed labia
..red streets unroll under Gods as a baby's favour wheels directly down a hired street.
and we have no dusk to name and we have no lust to blame and we have no dreams to crane
O. it is five winds returned where we stained laggy soffits of good and evil.

o i should never choose to break my legs: o i should never ooze for egg: o a bum of bytes computes after dregs and eyes enter into buildings.
.the fawny streets of dirt lam reelings; and a goon of christs swallows ceilings. o i should never choose to break my legs
o eyes lead dogs in a blind dance and a room of drugs listens to loud killings.
.
some aged revelation of papery fillings shatter me now when beaten glowers of silence field devs and a wrist wakes wanders
just like an epileptic in disguise and shuddering lovers loosen wide gates of pure putile pectoral petrolled wheat-germs
,.while hiding, a good night for blue fires crumpled Isis confesses to lose tyres whilst sliding, a loved kite figures for
cagers of a greying spire
.
o i should never choose to break my legs: o i should never ooze for egg..oh oh oh...
the fireplace seems alone now. the spires of space set alight to crows

watching, she vied to listen to the dawn and considered, espied, that old entirely regal porn had loosened her veils way too much.
and it was a good night for the fires while a sea of mushy mind-muck prayed for sex gauze

i cannot listen to the geeked clouds. i will not hiss until a teaser's cunt-testament smokes the same cigars as zeus-jesus-judas-cross
and we get ripening into sugary winter walls and the pounding of my mind must end lammered into apathetic dead men;
and she watched her dad's past send
roller rabbits to hot searers
..
it was a most beautiful dinners today
it was an evening of mirrors

Deary I?

fingery salt-gingery lovers of curs and clay tattoo a body-sun with killers of moisteners while fingery sails of baby mothers
must swallow glass where towns are fucked and perforated mountains seem simple as a mentally disabled mission-slather
o, pincerers in fountains feed yaks to dolly and i tattoo my simplicities to daddy's laddy. O, we slowly bleed from death and saliva leads a ruby
into vast brawls and just like someone who has giggled for tribal fire-makers just like a gun's lube, heralders heap a childhood of pure masonry
and fingery salt-gingery fathers of curves and whey gambols for geese then weep from the sides of a public feast
..
Uh

704.

o these glassy towns are dulled under rums and raisins: these old crowds career under mullered cranny cold: o these crazy cows we stilled must roll
perforated mountains with a cocoa hole, and a bedtime soul must po-create a nippler of yappers and zapper lakes
..
when the world strips off and moves away, like a master of girls a bay of bone floods for crocodiles: o these glassy towns are sculled under gardens
lavished, poked, soaped, Viol! as a we harden, dextrose-demand still children with thorny siren; ah when we pee under midges
ah when we find trees stinging, then garlands may well eat bread from butter
..
a mask of barcantine deflowers red eyes

She holds a leash her left hand. 'o' she says ' i asked for dogs but ended in a feline island.' and jiving after darkness, signal slogans were encrypted in cigars
and a knoll of smoky dandelions stopped now at a wily wintry star-natron.

She held a leash in her right leg: 'o' she said,' i am walked but i stiffened by the dead' and a key to pelisse has bed
liberating candfiers

o we may drive for a thousand years. o we slide slowly as engined tears lie ahead of a brook of beached snakes; and bloody boned bonnets
may have to shatted spinal slate, and sex seems lost without you?

'O,' she said, 'I am trodden by
manacles of dog-spies'.

i
this hearse is part-covered with crows.
it was a pale feinted sunrise which started alone,
and now the silly houses under grasped dark
shiver just like evil gravestone.

ii
if i extended my two hands around the town
i could surely reach out for sadness!
a harness for a dream which we never owned
has snowfalls for a blind ciii
Newspapers stir a high stage as we read for
mamma moon and disneyland.
it was a panting ferrule that led us under war!"
a harness of a screen cups titties when sand
rebounds from closed screams and ribbands

iv
now we will swing , and do eaten dances
astride the sun and the kitchen floor-
shouters arise from the arbours of blood and
our hilly wholesome body is like a whore!
We will serenade a blue head as lances
lead lady-iron to closed crabby water.

v
but there is something heaving in the dark,
somewhere, when old badeas cuts the park!
the grass is calf-covered in notices of wrens
the glass is star-smothered
and we leave pained fatalities for henned
baby axes.

vi
an old barn is fuelled by harvest factories,
sworn, spiked, nail, just like a shipped refactory.
Yes, the delis of the kippered smoke under gold
brittle houses which rest in a snood of rolled souls
and eynes of wizards cast idiot spells.

vii
snowfall at Easter rams down ordinary earth.
o if i could suffer handfuls, then i would surf
paved hearts that slacken. Oh, grey rost mirths
must bottle cloudfuls in a ginny edams and hurt
will hearse us when deaths crop trawled birth.

viii
now it is morning. The eager country has slept
mostly all of the summer. Mists under shipwrecks
body forth a harbour of corn-cold erections and
a sudden brawl of wharves bundles brined England's
ode to daggered britons!

ix
latched jazzed keys turnaround in a salt lock,
burned to silent death, made easy as sweet rock.
I have lent my purse of a kid to a violative sweet-shop
and a bowl of maize has our riders under clocks
made as cold as blue-brined sloane city..

x
now, crowded by gems, we horde a cave of babies,
storm-crammed, scissor-tamed, left to easy rabies
o a flukey fan swalllows foxed gloves where rubies
push a pillared pinnace where a dummy dick reads
dollar books and diners weep for cartooned dweebs.

xi
valours of vamped seed rats rattle on blind daubs....
-

705.

as evening dawdles, then a summer snatch caves in to winter fires? impassable to touch, this melodeon of a hidden spire ignights, just like a blue match
and i can always believe - this much, i wallow for good sweet conceptions, and a bell of bubbles cuts a ward and a troop of dollars dies the USA
and it may well happen soon- this much, eyes must fear when blinding lust; and we must yield hems to deficient dyslexic sex-dolor
..o our little life is like a donkey-cart
left to mule aside the grave.

hereabouts, in no man's garland, mountains and faces fade fast away; they shan't make a use of rain that won't shape a noose of spinning pain
hereabouts, in no man's garland. accidental cars refuse to start and a blue fairground shoots apart carousels in asylums
hereabouts in no man's heart. gunfire locks a door as a garden wallops fists with green ironed allotments of paint and sheet carts
..
o we shall leave ourcellves to
mad piglets and woven nudes.

and schoolyards bamish brooms to impassable learned dudes. o it will certainly happen soon when the petals of a female sleuth must yield
washed echoes to skins downstairs. O, i can always taste the cheapsters where we must leave summers behind
bound body-blisters
.
where faces flow with disasters then a kiddy crashed caged crow will weave silence from winged foals. And indigo passion shoots mimes

O
in my emptied kitchen,
i drawl nude curtains around
desolate flowers.
i use two hands for towers.
i healed worms with towns
and there is a sparrow in my bed

in all the kitchens of France,
the television cries for dance:
trillions of tuned to askance
baby breeders-
all wars are done by now
all claws are stopped now
.
three fountains arise .
hedons worship old lies
and crackers dry out?

 

706.

an honest whore of a female politician draws drawled blinds about the heart - o all sexed wars are gone tonight: o all claws are lost tonight
and an earnest cow cries for bulled arcs and i may well measure a loud cock just as castrant dirty parlatans will swell up and i hold a cunt-curl inside a rock
and i measure doom's faceless denial?

o now that god is old, i must stop
all heaven's christ-shop...

an honest ward of a feline democrat
dies off
and pigeons scry?

we hear, beneath the floor, a trickling stripper's doll. we sear, under old grey walls, a sticker of a sad gull and the crowds fly home
and a drinker swallows stone....in my holy centre, i groan after radios in ancient Egypt and i idealise a space for pyramid bone; and i regale a moany egit who
sets all good cats free.

an earnest politician under seed dollops science underneath rolly parliamentary sweat-speed
..i wrote to a spectral candle eyes choked on petted petrols and chainy cabins will rock under sirens, and we hear, inside five seaons,
razing reasons for nothing. mother serves cooked glue for dinner while de anorexic holy father sells up, up, up
aside a crabby river of sluts and, now i am a young dog, i dream of bed. oo, perhaps i know nothing. perhaps i am sold to ice cream?

i dream of being nothing and
creators of kittens cry under canned
body whiskers

o i draw a godly woman around a sea of doctored river sound. now i am sold to old sleep then veins may well topple into clowns
and i dreamt of being something and my fated fished mons-mind cake is smothered with sweeties and my bed is raised from wigwams
and me and birdy boys will land

where all oars are hurled away

against a baby wall, pealers of pushed pain vomit-up a blue rainbow: o a sainted lady will melt God: o feinted river hisses under slut-brogues
and a nightingale has to be tied to sorrow's eaten rain.

i used to abuse two of my souls. i used to interfuse nudes with rolled titty tangerines and a baited boat will suck on dreams
and a sea of laughter will sink within a petrol father
/
againts a baby wall, pealers of pussy pain
drives east into west
and we have focal deaths shaping
candlers with starry evil lobby-wrecks

Ohhh, when you feel a pluperfect life of cold you must make a bed for spurtive bummy pudding rice; and we speak to the cold and we
heat blued dead polar-piercers of holy eskimos; and as we reel for winters, then grey frigid mice must fellow drips with fay foals
Ohhh, astride the sex swarms of the preached a bottom of king lips
butter memories with razors on wrists
and we will measure rings with words?
Ah!

i am painting twinned plaits for birds.
we are fainting after rolled cats.
Afterwards, where we summon bats,
afterwards, where we suckle rats,
we will supper for dizzy bathers
and as sand swills for distant flavas
then a bedmost snipper
surely cuts baby?

there is a frightened sow in my coffee.
our breads are hammered on three side.
i used coca-cola to father
poisonous coca beetles, and my light
switches to automatic now
..
since we have died, old pugs have been
born from a capsized body-scream.

 

707.

oh there is a face found in my coffee. oh my granite space has tasted shit-toffee; and we gamble after gas.
In my holy study, we learn of masks; and a band of birds bodies grass into nudes where the dragon-past
puffs flames of cum. there will always be some roman who will serve gold soup to woman, dragon-dipped, sunned deep inside
a cage of sex in a funeral lie and now that i am proclaimed cold, in my holy bedroom i will star-scald a bellyful of beards with ripped doled baby-curly draconians
and a bunny bine of dukedames spreads unclean jam upon craned crazy totemed cakey loaved grey naked fan-flames
..o i shall measure a light with ogres. Henna jabs Chimeras. o i shall pleasure susspended photos with layers of chemic huge sofas,
torn, laden with ginny cinemas when theatricons sleep in a hired boater and a sunny slaved Jim drills butter
..
what with loud oestrogen arising
what with crowds of women writhing
what with clouds of chickens dying
we must shade a day for fast-frying
riders of caddis and comic spying
..
I reckon now, these days, i know nothing but ingenous billboards Oh: we butter cranaries with sluts as toes a sea-shaven ahh Mamma's rose
leaks a bad bed where idiot winters lay along a sea of tears
..
upon the robes of deepest sleep, fears sink a lousy serpent into deepening statues of rocked sex and its painted sanded lime of a raven; and i had two green souls
and i had a wife for a father. when Volcanoes vomit pompeii-christ, holy mana clothes weaken, weakenUh Uh Uh Uh Laaa
the spastic spatial limbs of an old woman hangs dirt outside a naked window. out o the skirts we learn of chilled children and an earth of dust fuses blue tears.

yearning after cold, a cocaine cryer sears
blind bobs and rainbows
..
and a deserted lady learns about fears
and a bed-man dreams of
latent pushings of creame screen-spheres.

O

all those bright birds are weaving rings for plied jigsaws. all of the night's words are reeeling from boards; and a sea of babies saints lord Aladdin with a glotal swerve
with two ground hips and eight spun eyes and two loud lips and nine swum skies and threesomes made as mad as fisk-wives and
we have founded a treasure of blow-fled bug-tides and nice dirty crappers get slain by an international blind-bird whose personified human nest gets fucked by turds
.
and a hungry evil kitchen
swings for dogs as red schism miction
dies out

late evening is the very best time for love. ply-fixed, a woman's delicate devil has soap-suds, washered, paved with sickly hellish powders.all white dogs have left for xmas.
settig smiles to music, a cat under hot dust deserts a radio river with scattered musk...

the alabaster pegs of a chess-clitty lusts for
helmeted body binders
and we suck from combed hair
and we pucker after elves and fig-air...

sheets, swaggerers, soldiers, soft war
sinks a Polar Bed under a sea of tusks
and we feed cats to minnows
and we read about fishy windows
..
Uhh

 

708.

o once yearning for coal ends inside a fast coded christie glass-fire, we learn of long dead dourly murdered catacombs - friends are grey and wired
and old sewers toast grey wine and sold mewlers
nurse beds with hot pure brine. a gal's eyes seem covered by fields of oats and beans- O, eyes honk horns where refactories
heap cemeteres inside blind totties
..o for life, the sewers heat sex-sores..o for tripe, the sewers reap bereaved sails from mad maimed Kaplan and loud thorns abandon death when a bricked house
staples buns, beds and fawns

what with a dog in a knife and a sea under christs, and two lipid licked tits a day in a knife may well butter lips.

for a baboon, i cook eggs and bacon
for sad rooms, feed walls to havens
o

out of a laughing window, webbers span a crucifix around our hearts and what with a dog in a fife and a tree under salt-mice and three nipped kicked babby
a day in a vanilla banan slice will sup upon carmine dairy dunged cosmos-rice until bad bells in Bethlehem die for ill
buddied rivers.

O if a feral female shot death plied woods, gnawed, should sex-hiss under blandering blondered snow-lips and anywhere where gold weed blows, gnits
must spite-cellar domy tundra thunder under beaked hairgrips; and, with governments of shits and bended eyes and earless scripts
and six sawn wives and fearless hits any child, any world, may well surprise
fazed Alice with a neat disgusie.
..
o for baboons, i cooked some chimp-glue. o for bassoons, i fried some moneys and the families of my hard cape collars dimes where pound coins flow
from diggory tears
..
as we yearn for coke, then we hear
white birds flown outside grey gear
and a sunny stapler
suffers cruel kegs
and a moony cager

wallows in fire when we heed
grey trolls and old giddy

hidden sea-speed.

 

 

 

709. priceless songsheets by ONAN.. naked words for shrillers
and pasters of Woman jeer at leaden singers

the whale summit, the whale summit - beneath the sun,the starlets groove.
no time for men who choose to cry,no time for women in the mood. the word
is idle morning, its spray of light, as real as dead - beneath the sun,the
starlets groove. no time for men, just shendless red. the sigma in the
window has eyes as furled as judas god - judas christ, mary price -
shendless manna,bear the rod. the whale summit - the sky in the moon. the
whale summit -the eye in the womb.the whale summit - if we seek, we shall
not find. the whale summit - if we seek, we must go blind. behind this
shadow's empire, the heart is tripping north - with lies as cruel as
samphire,the rending way is jesu gorse. in the ingle comes the medium-
each life that strips away is real - so many,all so many - each life that
strips away shan't feel. the whale summit, the whale summit - beneath the
sun,the starlets groove.no time to stop the world, no time to cease the
earth, no time for any man,just shendless birth. i have seen light
moving,i have seen the summer die - within the shades of freezing,the
gorgonelles fly by. if we look to the south,shall the winter rave? if the
magma routs,shall the traitors rage? the whale summit,the whale summit -
beneath the sun, the starlets groove. the whale summit, the whale summit -
the grail in mind has seven hooves. to search the wards,to reap the child,
to strip the bone in the christian wild - no life knows, no light lives -
ice moves up from a frozen crib. there is a woman in the brain: she walks
nine miles: there is a woman in the brain: she stalks ten smiles. whale
summit,whale summit, this is the shendlesss whale summit.anatriptic
mother, toxic brother - no more word for chanticleer - anatriptic father,
toxic lover - no more whispers in the ear. the swan of god,the ledahose -
all and all,the way is closed - the swan of christ, the deus heist - all
and all, the way is diced. the whale summit,the whale summit - spasmoid
sister doing time. the whale summit,the whale summit - spastic sister in
the spine.overboard,the sirens reign, underboard, the mystics flame - eyes
on empty,eyes like twenty -endless mistress in her shame. the whale
summit, the whale summit - beneath the sun, the starlets groove.the whale
summit,the whale summit - beneath the moon,the children move.no time for
words,no time for birds, no time for neon curves. rape the peak,live
inside it, rape the peak,do not hide it, rape the peak, rape the peak,
rape the peak, rape the peak. whale summit, whale summit,this is the
endless whale summit - this is the whale summit, this is the whale
summit.blue god, blue love, blue god,neon dove. blue god, blue god, blue
god - whale summit.

pale night, pale bright - i saw the witness,the reeling witness - pale
night, pale bright - never see love live again - pale night,pale bright -
never see love live again. the whale summit, the whale summit - lost in
the wood, endless gain - the whale summit, the whale summit - lost in the
wood, endless fame. at midnight,i saw the shanty men, sensed the summer
overcome me - at midnight, at midnight, i saw the shanty men. pale
night,pale bright - i saw the witness, the reeling witness - pale night,
pale bright - never see love live again - pale night,pale bright - never
see love live again. cowboy christ, cowgirl lover - time must lend me to
another. all a case of the other, all a wasteland with no mother. pale
night,pale bright - i saw the witness,the reeling witness - pale night,
pale bright - never see love live again - pale light,palenight - endless
whispers in the brain. the whale summit, the whale summit,the whale
summit, the whale summit - eyes on empty,eyes like twenty - whale
summit,whale summit. in the wood,in the yield,in the wood, in the field -
underscore,undermind,underscore, eyes gone blind. AIDS father, take me
further; do not serve me with your purdah - pale night,pale bright - the
whale summit,the whale summit - pale light,pale night - the shendless
whale summit. take me, mother, from this world;share with me your penates
gold - i saw the witness,i saw the witness,i saw the reeling witness; i
saw the reeling witness. this is the whale summit, this is the whale
summit - meet me in the hills,greet me in the rain - meet me in the
hills,greet me in my pain. neon god,neon lover,neon god, neon other -meet
me in the hills,meet me in the hills.this is the whale summit, this is the
whale summit - endless remit - this is the whale summit. saw the
witness,the reeling witness - whale summit,whale summit.blue god, blue
rod, blue god, land of nod - no time to stop the time,no time to cease the
world - whale summit,whale summit,endless cold. whale summit, whale
summit, penates gold. i saw the witness,the reeling witness - whale
summit, whale summit - i saw the reeling witness -come out tonight, come
out tonight,come greet the endless light. come out tonight,come out
tonight - come greet the endless night.

the superhuman, the superhuman,the ghostly superhuman. to fight the spirit
in the night, to rage against the endless light. the superhuman,the
superhuman,the ghostly superhuman. no time is real until it's sent from
shendless storms of wonder - to seek the sun, to reap the moon - all is
endless thunder. the superhuman, the superhuman, the ghostly superhuman.
the endless ghostly superhuman.

cancerian moon - the stars offend us, each whirl of sun, as red as jesu's
mind. the rape of christ in fields of azure - as much as time must save
us, the stars define. cancerian moon - the stars acclaim us - each whirl
of sun, as red as jonah's spine. the rape of christ in fields of azure -
as much as time must stave us, the moons decline. i have a sun in the
archer and a moon in the blood, i have a mind full of madness and a heart
bust at bud, and when the world spins round and the sun moves west, all
and all, thou't shall confess. cancerian moon - the stars offend us, each
whirl of sun, as red as jesu's mind. i do not care for the world beyond
us, nor wrangle for the ring on its murdered wynd. cancerian moon - sun in
the archer. cancerian, moonless mind.
i do indeed have a cancerian moon; moreover, i am sagittarian.

led bed dedly, led bed dedly; led bed dedly. dedly moon, dedly sun. led
bed dedly. led bed dedly, led bed dedly, led bed dedly. dedly moon, dedly
sun, dedly womb, dedly tongue: ded within, ded without, ded within, ded as
doubt. led ded, led ded, led ded bedly, led ded, led ded, led ded bedly.
led ded, led ded, led ded, led ded, led ded, led ded. led ded bedly.

 

710. EYES MAY WELL OPEN TO SEE BRIGHTNESS BURNING LIKE A MAGIC BABY
AND WRITERS IN TREES SIDE A WHIRRER ACROSS A MYSTIC LADY:- o, THESE SONGS POUT?

this is the time, this is the time -
the time of graves in the mind.
this is the time, this is the time -
i'll never save you from the wind.
this is the time, this is the time,
this is the time.
this is the time, this is the time -
the moons above do not define.
this is the time, this is the time -
the stars of summer fail to climb -
this is the time, this is the time -
i'll never save u from the wind.
this is the time,this is the time,
this is the time.
this is the time, this is the time -
the time of madness on the grind -
this is the time, this is the time -
the serpent in the sea of mind -
this is the time, this is the time,
this is the time.
this is the day -
the storm of sadness fails to save -
this is the day -
the storm of sadness flails to rage -
this is the word -
the shended winter on the rise -
this is the day, this is the day....
this is the night -
beneath the web of thunder,
translucence spirits worlds apart:
no more the way it was when young,
just abaddon's counterpart.
the sea of death is reigning
over hills in galilee -
build your ship, for u shall need it -
build your ship of breath...
this is the time, this is the time -
the time of our elaborate spines -
this is the time, this is the time -
i'll never save u from the wind -
this is the time, this is the time
this is the time.
in the word, in the whirl,
in the never-ending swirl:
in the tide, in the rain,
in the never-ending brain:
in the maw of the war
that rages on the shore:
as much as death divides,
the way ahead must claw.
this is the time -
the time of dreams that never come -
this is the time -
the rended way in orizon:
if we seek the lunar temple,
what for the men who do not care?
if we seek the lunar temple,
what for the sirens in the air?
this is the time, this is the time
this is the time, this is the time -
no more the stars, just death run blind -
this is the time, this is the time,
this is the time..
went out to seize my woman -
the way ahead was wealer-deal -
went out to seize my woman -
the way ahead was neon steel.
the archer's skein is burning,
is burning cancer-black:
went out to seize my woman -
the night behind was
pearled in strap.
this is the time,this is the time -
i'll never save u from the wind -
this is the time, this is the time,
this is the time.
& out where man is living
for eight long miles of endless spite,
the spirit in the Northern Wind
lies raving where there is no night -
for loves that live forever,
for spaces rilled with river dreams -
for all the birds of pleasure -
each way man lives,
his woman screams.
this is the time,this is time:
the sickness in its neon spin:
this is the time, this is the time:
the mad, the bad, the madamed kin.
to raid the dark,to reap the blank -
no more to seek just time to die:
to find the iris in its clique,
to move the stone of jesu's cry -
this is the time, this is the time,
this is the time -
for chiliads of eastern truth,
the day ahead must seem uncouth.
this is the trime, this is the time -
i'll never save u from the wind -
& in the word, & under all,
and in the word, & with The Fall -
beneath the sap of christ in bud -
the bracken spiels
against the blood.
this is the time, this is the time,
this is the time.
this is the time, this is the time,
this is the time.
this is the end
of
rhyme.

when the blues r older, when the blues r older - when the blues r older -
when the spirit streets are filled with wheat - when the blues r older.
when the sickness summons love and the winter snarls above - when the son
of man lies dead in the summer of the head. when the blues r older, when
the blues r older -w hen the blues r older. when the blues r older, when
the blues r older - when the blues r older - when the sin in its spin
denies the wind & the crack of christ denudes forever - when the live come
out to cry and the lord of love lies weeping - when the world is furled &
curled - when the blues r older. when the blues r older, when the blues r
older - when the spirit raves with fire - when the blues r older, when the
blues r older - when the spirit way is pyre - when the siege of shendless
winter rapes the woman in the wild - when the kin & kith of mary rakes
away her rended child - when the world is double heresay,and the heart is
bugged with blood - when the blues, when the blues,when the blues r older.
where the blues r always over.

spatial winter, this serried world is void; void of all its summertimes,
void of all love's prisons. a leaper in the mind, the way ahead is seared,
is seared in space behind its ever-spinnning spine. the arc of christ
rides closer, closer to the power of god: inside the mirage of the rain,
the day inside itself denudes. each way the sickness clusters, as a
semi-comal state of dreams, red as ilex lightning, the source of fury
screams.

spatial winter, this serried world is void; is void of all love's
summertimes, void of all life's rended swirls. a cryptic state of fusion,
the ocean in the mind's surreal; surreal as time decried by the spirit on
the wheel. the arc of christ rides closer, closer to the power of god:
inside the mirage of the rain, the light beneath itself disproves. each
way the sickness clusters, the grave within itself is spiel, red as ilex
lightning, as cold as hero's field.

spatial winter, this serried world is void; is void of all its summetimes,
void of all life's rended swirls. to speak the words of plenty, to shend
the dreamer in the vice: to chant the prayers of many: all is served by
herod's heist. the arc of christ rides closer, closer to the power of god:
inside the mirage of the rain, the day inside itself is rude. each way the
sickness clusters, as a semi-comal eye in scheme, red as ilex lightning,
the source of fury beams.

spatial winter, this serried world is void; is void of all its
lunar-scapes, is void of all its joys. a lepar in the vine of vein,
this mind mirage is growing clear; as clear as mary's sacrifice, as clear
as jonah's tear. the arc of christ rides closer, closer to the power of
god: inside the ruin of the rain, the day within itself disproves. each
way the sickness hollahs, as green as neon sun, red as ilex lightning, the
sea inside must thrum.

spatial winter, spatial winter, spatial winter, spatial winter. the mind
mirage, the schizoid rite, the sea in brain, the endless night: the search
for god that never ends, the maker of amends. spatial winter, spatial
winter, spatial winter. to seize the grey, to make it work, to storm the
moon inside its hurt; to make the way for red abandon: all and all, this
love's abaddon. spatial winter, spatial winter, spatial winter: spatial,
spatial winter.

2 to tomorrow, 2 to tomorrow - fight the sorrow, fight the sorrow. 2 to
tomorrow, 2 to tomorrow - rend the sorrow, shend the sorrow. the sun is
booming eastern,i t bears no place for hero dreams - best greet the summer
western, or else live on in herod's screams. don't tell me of your
peacedom, nor ravel with the whores. 2 to tomorrow, 2 to tomorrow - go
greet your child outdoors. the world is growing ancient, baby - do not
live for none - the world is growing ancient, lady - no time for orison.
they hand u bags of silver, they lend u bags of gold - best greet the
morning sun, best get out before you're old. 2 to tomorrow, 2 to tomorrow
- fight the sorrow, fight the sorrow. 2 to tomorrow - rend the sorrow, do
not follow. loved the end - always did - loved the end since we were kids.
lah-lah-lah-lah-lah-lah-lah-lah-lah-lah-lah-lah-lah. get out of town, make
things good - get out this goddamned town.

thralway,hallway - gold,gold - thralway, crawlway - burning gold. the sun
is real, is wealer-deal - thralway, hallway - molten gold - the sun,the
moon,the mill of love, the sun, the moon, the blasted bud - thralway,
hallway - gold, gold, -thralway,crawl way - burning gold - old, the moon,
cold, the way, furled, the womb, gold, the way. thralway,hallway - gold,
gold - thralway, crawlway - burning world.

goodbye, no thank-you, I can make it alone
goodbye, no thank-you, sun is worn to the bone
goodbye, no thnak-you, I can make it alone
sidewalk stone, sidewalk stone
the moon is real and the sun behind
I do not not care for the men in the mind
I cannot listen and I cannot pray
Lady, stray; do not stay
goodbye, no thank-you, I can make alone
goodbye, no thank-you, sun is worn to the bone
goodbye, no thank-you, I can make it alone
sidewalk stone, sidewalk stone
the summer moves and the moon divides
no time for peace that deifies
I cannot listen and I cannot pray
Lady, stray; stray today.
goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye -
no time left to ask me why -
goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.
this is the last goodbye.

sought the summer in the sun, nor any place for golden ones; sought the
summer in the sun, sought the summer in the sun - bought it all, turned it
over, suffered under, suffered older - sought the summer in the sun,
sought the summer in the sun. give me light, lend me more, give me night,
rend some more, give me none, lend me more, open up that silver door.
sought the summer in the sun, nor any place for golden ones, sought the
summer in the rain, nor any place for deus brain - see the wasteland in
the moon chant the words of deus doom - sought the summer in the sun,
sought the summer in the sun. give me light, lend me none, give me night,
rend me some, give me none, lend me more, open up that silver door. is
this the world that I once held or is it more the summer's meld or is it
more the christ of dreams, the place for summer's screams; or counting
down, is it less a place for love than deus quest - deus quest, deus
quest, deus quest, deus quest. give me light, lend me none, give me night,
rend me some, give me none, lend me more, open up that silver door.

END!!!!

 

 

711.

if the town does not seem right, i will cure a city o if sound does not dig night, i will feel pity; and a bone of grass shatters in five hands and stoners of masks scatter hot cold jams.
if a town does not catch sight, i will slit-ram a fairy thumb with urban cocoa sea-slams and eyes turn aside grey deaths as islands layer dicky grease with coded fazed woman
la la. prickly pocket leaves fall for children.

a slighted piggy hero hits for radio catscans while the eaglers of repeaters read to a cleft-mind: o eaters of red palavers pee inside fast classic wine; and a boat of blood brags for silked vines
and, la la, a galloper of the killed cuts limes and eyes leap for fallowers of blue grime
..the eaglers of deceiters ride upon timed gally wanky wee-wee bombs; and mines dig for cold as coded easy gold sea-spines
shatter a spastic sex with dotted glue-wynds

la la, a candifier collapses and dies for a stretcher of a cocoa street; and sweet Mars serenades blind bloods as a sea of cars crusades for wide cocoa-love; and we grind stars
to mooted dust when weavers of tars

dig to dine upon darkness and old rat fat.

an expectorant of old graves shoots some doodoo phlegms and odes to sold naves hoot upon daddy moods and skin. ah a boat under gold suppers for nudes; and odes to sins
slapper for skied silly skirt; and menfolk pee under hymns,,la la, expectorants of grey slaves shoot sick from spind body winds; and a coastal cave carries dirt under wynds
uh uh, a weaver of roasted lays sinks a cock into limbs and, once aside a mad smile, we learned about widows

edgers of sullen swine slit aside cheese-dirt then close adown in a little town where city bodies make no sounds and wiveners of fast air exhales dusts from a grey rose

yoyo riders use ald kiddy toys with cut fingers and hands. lo lo, poncho sidlers sunder boys; and a bald girly rams heated flour around a cakey tower; O, jarry junder-jams
daddy after mammies; and my twinned eyes close drams. ah ah. I will sidle after herpes as i sweep after edams and me and madam mind-moon must think about sweet sand
ah ah, yoyo users season eggs in cups with wooden cans. an expectorant of gold graves shoots some pooled phlegms and an acid bout boots judas out as lady jesus cuts gems

a candifier collapses into wives and a tiger of a torn stem sucks a bleeder's butt where a mad lady riders uses men to station a body cat upon grey sines and female egg-men
and we appear death-expectant with fingers under hens
..yoyo riders abuse sweeties. Kiddy selves shoot horn-clans
and a rooter of ropy doobies sucks on nutted bone-bands and cablers of candle-wax sweeten chapel halls with sedate morons: o room-raisers ram sugar apple when coded mind-plans
melt after dolts whose wallah of a toad-cold spine-slams doctorors of dunny beacons when a stupid light in bands sinks a falllowed face in an egg-bowl; and mental Man
has a diner for his own place; and eyes sunder remands

easy expectorants under milners smile after big brands
and we tailored after mother to find a lover's lot sofas
come digging apple chairs into dawners of closed fevers

cables of candy craps cast a rotted teether across a rude nude of cat-trap; and eyes beneath feathers scar dunny tides with openers of grey lies; O, my dead car
never existed but still i drive due West where rose rivers sea-knock a salty harness in five huge baring bed-slivers
.
highnesses of dirty sex-thrones cry for blued bloods
and, ah ah, we sealed a dummy monarch in bum blood
and, uh uh, we ravel for mummy as fathered fish mud

stops dead. O, weavers of whiteness kill all sane Man.

petty petrolled mary Man used a rifle with false hands. la la, a baby monkey danced in faked trees; and trams travelled down town where a woman in a hot wigwam
rotated round a sad mound of children; and grey grans grasper after gitted towns where a city under a sea-glans dollops french nudes upon greying bakers of soft glam:-
cablers of candy crap casts a paper cab across muds, and, ah ah, eyes weave death and, uh uh, loser's love
loosens applers inside peared mess O, we eat Gods?

petty petrolled Pan played pipes for a secret soft brain; Uh, a sea of masks drowns itself as a secret sex-train star-ravels into burned minds; and we hit upon rain
and, ah ah la, we sit down upon hair as we use pain and a dummy of a bedspread links dreams to sex-stiffening venusian champagnes
and, ah, we ride from iced kinks then we must rock a daisy of a fast mind with liced shrimp; and we rot and we rot as we roll and we ride aside citied cock
.
petty petrolled mary Man used a rifle with falseness
and, eyed, me and a lost land writhes for deadness as
a hiker of whoring wide tides walk wanky winky tiredness

Ahh

abusers of dodos have to shoot ten parakeets stoned dead..and evil udderers under a staged crab have to cast cold meat into corny cough-causing tar-breads
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.

712. DISABLED CAR

lollies after pinnered pig-pens and the cafes of cut greed burn Pan..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 defuntive video of candle-labs 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 while lollies after pinioned piggy pens push oinkers under screen-scribes

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 suns 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 and abusers of dodos have to loot one zillion bodying pissed lemon cock-parrots
and the wives of March harden to autumnal sleep and 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 and the pocuses of crocus eaters lead bald wheels to fathers
and we may well jack our fathers and leave mums behind.

what with disabled chairs being star-raised from high tar fags: what with disabled hairs being car-crazed by old male shag, 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 brimstoned natural disabled 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
..
oo. 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 and we will shut toffee-coffin dykes beneath heated full tar woodlice.

ah i abused a static killer radio just one sad time of all; and de angelus creeps inside a puker's shadow; and my scenic spleen opened under fouled muff. Ah i abused a static river radio just one more time very late last year
and me and disabled cars carry mencapped mallows inside stained fear: la la la, my dippy deviller dips a dunny boy for Mrs Jones; and ald tears reason after maws where a draper of mummy joys cut down grey gear
ah ah odes to naked kissers drive a mangler of a sex-toy down to years
and we ravel into time when a tonsured bag of farms swallows shears

o an easy burner of a bled mind shit-smells renal hooves; and sex-scars shard in a belled bottom; and we may well buy a fierce disabled glee-car and we are, rended, as cut from spastic dells as bastards under curves
crashdown along a blonde mat of fear and farts and neck-wringers. Curs curtsy to a varnishing dolly moon when we sink a rapered finger's nerve deeply adown into a brimstoned pussy of vegetable gallery treacles

ahh ashes drop slashes under porn-brine as a veiny darling sups measles
and the daddies of a mental easel paints a body-chart with grey seagulls..

713. REPRISE RE. DISABLED CAR.

what with old minted walnut and coffee cake, we will buy a disabled car ah ah ah; once slitted under false limbs and drapes, we will smoke huge tar and our answers to this ridden rippy disabled world must posion punk Mars
and, o, a hard Mars every single fucking day pees upon taloned bead-bars and we weevil for a shitted rogue spine that shits aside prison carves
and we silence the dizzy cocks of fitted flitty flirty danky wanky shards

the arouser of a raider heart sinks a rippy zipper outside burning bone
and me and mixy macadam farts carp for lippy snickers of gay stone.

o...if the town does not seem right, i will cure a city o if sound does not dig night, i will feel pity; and a bone of grass shatters in five hands and stoners of masks scatter hot cold jams.
o...if a town does not catch sight, i will slit-ram a fairy neon thumb with urban coca sea-slams; and eyes turn aside grey deaths as islands
layer dicky grease with coded fazed woman la la. prickly pocket leaves fall for children.

a slighted piggy hero hits for radio catscans.

the eaglers of repeaters read to a mind: o eaters of red palavers pee inside wine; and a boat of blood brags for silked vines and, la la, a galloper of the killed cuts limes
and eyes leap for fallowers of blue grime. the eaglers of deceiters ride upon timed gally wanky wee-wee time-bombs; and boned mines dig for cold as coded easy gold sea-spines
shatter a spastic sex with dotted glue-wynds: la la, a candifier collapses and dies for a stretcher of a cocoa street; and sweet Mars serenades blind bloods as a sea of cars
crusades for wide love; and we grind stars to mooted dust when weavers of tars

dig to dine upon darkness and old rat fat.

an expectorant of old graves shoots some doodoo phlegms and odes to sold naves hoot upon daddy moods and skin: ahh, a boat under gold suppers for nudes; and odes to sins
slapper for skied silly skirt; and menfolk pee under hymns: la la, expectorants of grey slaves shoot sick from spind body winds; and a coastal cave carries dirt under wynds
uh uh, a weaver of roasted lays sinks a cock into limbs and, once aside a mad smile, we learned about widows

edgers of sullen swine slit aside cheese-dirt then close
adown in a little town where city bodies make no sound
and wiveners of fast air exhales dusts from a grey rose

yoyo riders use ald kiddy toys with cut fingers and hands: lo lo, poncho sidlers sunder boys; and a bald girly rams heated flour around a cakey tower; O, jarry junder-jams
daddy after mammies; and my twinned eyes close drams. ah ah. I will sidle after herpes as i sweep after systemised rubberbands; and me and madam mind-moon must think about sweet tans
ah ah, yoyo users season eggs in cups with wooden cans while an expectorant of gold graves shoots some pooled phlegms
and an acid bout boots judas out as lady jesus cuts gems and a candifier collapses into wives and a tiger of a torn stem sucks a bleeder's butt where a mad lady riders uses men
to station a body cat upon grey sines and female egg-men and we appear death-expectant with fingers under hens
..
yoyo riders abuse sweeties. Kiddy selves shoot horn-clans
and a rooter of ropy doobies sucks on nutted bone-bands.

714. REPRISE RE. DISABLED CAR

cablers of candle-wax sweeten chapel halls with hair-bands: o room-raisers ram sugar apple when coded mind-plans melt after dolts whose wallah of a toad-cold spine-slams
doctorors of dunny beacons when a stupid light in bands sinks a falllowed face in an egg-bowl; and mental Man
has a diner for his own place; and eyes sunder remands while easy expectorants under milners smile after big bargain sex-tans; and we tailored after mother to find a lover's lot sofas
come digging apple chairs into dawners of closed fevers: o, cables of candy craps cast a rotted teether across a rude nude of cat-trap; and eyes beneath feathers scar
dunny tides with openers of grey lies; O, my dead car never existed but still i drive due West where rose rivers sea-knock a salty harness in five huge baring bed-slivers
.
highnesses of dirty sex-thrones cry for blued bloods and, ah ah, we sealed a dummy monarch in bum blood and, uh uh, we ravel for mummy as fathered fish mud

stops dead. O, weavers of whiteness kill all sane Man and petty petrolled mary Man used a rifle with false love handles: la la, a baby monkey danced in faked trees; and trams
travelled down town where a woman in a hot wigwam rotated round a sad mound of children; and grey grans grasper after gitted towns where a city under a glans
dollops french nudes upon greying bakers of soft glams. O, cablers of candy crap casts a paper cab across mud; and, ah ah, eyes weave death and, uh uh, loser's love
loosens applers inside peared mess O, we eat Gods?

petty petrolled Pan played pipes for a secret soft brain; Uh, a sea of masks drowns itself as a secret sex-train star-ravels into burned minds; and we hit upon rain
and, ah ah la, we sit down upon hair as we use pain as a dummy of a bedspread links dreams to wrought lyon travels; and, ah, we ride from iced kinks then we must rock
a daisy of a fast mind with liced shrimps; and we rot and we rot as we roll and we ride aside citied cock
.
petty petrolled mary Man used a rifle with falseness
and, eyed, me and a lost land writhes for deadness as
a hiker of whoring wide tides walk wanky winky tiredness

Ahh

abusers of dodos have to shoot ten parakeets stoned dead: ahh, udderers under crab have to cast cold meat into croft breads 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 mashes melt 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: oh, a fastness of dad's towers treats a dun cake with genius 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 whilst
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.

715. reprise: re, DISABLED CAR.

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 paInts 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.. 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 whites 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.

ah i abused a static killer radio just one sad time of all; and de angelus creeps inside a puker's shadow; and my scenic spleen opened under busts: ah i abused a static river radio just one more time very late last year
and me and disabled cars carry mencapped mallows inside stained fear: la la la, my dippy deviller dips a dunny boy for Mrs Jones; and ald tears reason after maws where a draper of mummy joys cut down grey gear
ah ah odes to naked kissers drive a mangler of a sex-toy down to yearsand we ravel into time when a tonsured bag of farms swallows shears

o an easy burner of a bled mind shit-smells renal hooves; and sex-scars shard in a belled bottom; and we may well buy a fierce disabled glee-car and we are, rended, as cut from spastic dells as bastards under curves
crashdown along a blonde mat of fear and farts and neck-wringers. Curs curtsy to a varnishing dolly moon when we sink a rapered finger's nerve
deeply adown into a brimstoned pussy of vegetable gallery treacles

ahh ashes drop slashes under porn-brine as a veiny darling sups measles
and the daddies of a mental easel paints a body-chart with grey seagulls..

what with old minted walnut and coffee cake, we will buy a disabled car. ah ah ah; once slitted under false limbs and drapes, we will smoke huge tarrers as branders answer to this ridden rippy disabled world must posion punk Mars
and, o, a hard Mars every single fucking day pees upon taloned bead-bars and we weevil for a shitted rogue spine that shits aside prison carves
and we silence the dizzy cocks of fitted flitty flirty danky wanky shards

the arouser of a raider heart sinks a rippy zipper outside burning bone
and me and mixy macadam farts carp for lippy snickers of gay stone.

o.

 

716: IDYLLS FOR NOBODADDY

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; and 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 genoas 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

Uh

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 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 away.

La

the eaters of dramatic vinegar haloes must rend a doctor of mind-meats directly from a healer's steth-rod; and sindlers of mallows 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

Uh

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

uh

717.

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 shaves green ravens from public sex-wigs
o, 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

uh

the fizzy kissy tank-fed face-gouramic feeder of hipped feeds will drag dogs for fish-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 makes us crisscross a bagger of a holy fast that leads masoners swiftly to
fatal anorexic sweet pictured bulimia 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

Uhhhh

718.

*
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.

719.

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 creme; 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 drains 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. oh, 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.

 

 

720.

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 cocking-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... chanters of bloody mantras raise mien from armies,- o, cattlers under cobras spit phenom, and the wives of march weep for sonar families and a widener of a drowned wrist-watch
swallows timeless violence while cattlers curry pigeons and darkening doving silence swipes a bloodied apple from a stygian city that paces under rude guns;
and a bed of yeast lolls for vastness where a counted beast
rams down pure honey

chanters of bloody mantras raise men from priories
and eyers of red lions roar across fast factories

harkeners of diddy features cans daisy cabs in blind cars; and a spastic park shoots Mars and eaters of wolves use love and eaters wolf scissors
down a blue snatch

cattlers ruin statues as thatch clads a ruin in wet cats and a dog of rain has to rap aside hot pup-herds; and a rabbit under honey-birds
snaps a spent match whilst harkeners of daddy features feed Man to holy lovely photographic laddy creatures

rudeness under de penis pees from a dromedary's arse. oo, thunder cuts the past and rudeness in de harness feeds fever to endlessness
and a boat of blades stops de world

ah long, long ago, i learned for girl: ah, long time ago, i heard of dreams that noosed beds to gold; and me and a mad ego
shitted on piss when holy lego
dropped dead

o, rudeness under de witness uses a daddy dreg for a bad soul; and a weepy coffee-whorl accuses five winds for paper gals
ah ah ah

hardeners of heated haloes rasp for a laden lip. la, a dog of sleep fends lips; and a gripper of a devil-slit summons oats from puppy skits
and danny girls end in meadows: ah, long ago, as i snapt minds, giddy god dogs leapt from hound-helios; O, easy veins shoot mitts while
hardeners of heated feline haloes gasp for a yeast rough tongue; and, la la, i widen for snake-spuds; and i listened to evil zoophilial fools
and mental truths spool into ravelling beast-baking school-trips

and eyes under fast mud
glow just like a fast bird
and weavers use old love to
shift a brolly to pink-un papers.

 

 

721.

the faceless emperies of a mad mind swivel on a high-chair: o defacing old families ride along mares; and washed sherry weevillers gather blood
and wiveners slaughter Love; and a bed of beans causes dreams to ford sleep inside old quiet blood. hardeners of shovels dig for drains as
magical bald hovels rig daisy dogs with pushing pussy-pig; and eyes may extend a bad finger and cunt cats may use a bad waxen manx tail
.ah, faceless emperies of a sad mind slice a sea of stairs; and we fall from grace as red hares rabbit-ride from endless country sleep;
and we harden balls with dance-meat: as eyes feed gardens then mousers
are led to drains and then killed

oo my ole street star shines down upon bedazzling oaks and carving guns. oo o as my mad skin aches then a bone of pins scatters apes
aside doggy bows that rape planets of pulled pines and tapes; and hardeners of blinded bone-flowers crack across delicious puddy rice
and a bed of puppy mice get curried by verveil despictors of banged ice curries mice as a sugary dauphin stops old glass
oo eyes hark to strung harps as
haspers under arks
snaps along a blinder of grey ash

oo my ole street star shines down upon gracers of folks made mind-dumb; and a blast of mind-drums drools across sacred horse-peppers
and daddies shape a fever and mammies shape a mirror

hardeners of death dream after a
shadower of sin and spun Meccas.

the hashers of salted haberdashers line cloths with a bedazzler of keying pig; and we shoot a bun from an eyrie made from fig and eyes may glow like a glowworm glows
o hashers of sainted eyed lashers drip down from a trundled moon; and crashers
cry, cry, cry

lahh. I awake at the end of day lahh. I shake after friends of clay; and, o, a miracle in a lost life has to use papers to push piddly peppers under abused basin-blades..

hardeners of sweet cars carry vans when lays
lap a poppy peep from blinded hands
and we drool from blinded hands
and we moan for guns and we ball after graves
and we listen to lost pans
lahh, i poke a punnet inside nude trams
lahh, i choke across planets
and a bird at sea loses her need to fly when a
gannet under bees cuts rained seed

oo my old flavas flocked for fandangoes as cars
careered inside bad eggy rainbows
and i must know the rainbow's ebb
and i will learn about the dead or never die?

ahhh when mordent with the endlessness of pealered dire chipped children, i stir a pussy pearl aside nine hands; o when old kids rock for de rose then hands
cum entangling me with grey gems and a hickory brother darns heels with Zen; and once aside my mind doctors of flea-hands, seal jammy witches under trackling islands

722.

o my old flavas get flocked under Woman: o my cold razors get blenched by faced hair; and a prayer for fly-lit waxy dummies gets sound-wound with armies
and de death of night cuts flowers from dust; and a seat of powders gun-grabs golden seizures from pepper-pus

when mordent with the endlessness of men, i stir my pushy prick-fly under old children; and an evil mind-mine swallows infant shit where coded women
wallow inside blue brine

o my cold flavas get flocked under swine..o, la la, a city's fathers jack green vines and eynes telephone the sides of rope-wine and, lashed from winding gulls, aspertine
swirls easy instant coffee into sweet milks and trippers of caffeines delve sweet soury bird-milk; and a baddy of a tea-tale reads for bodies
oo a snatcher in de ride rides inside silk. o a patcher in de wide opens gay silts; and the son of gran sits in a steel-chair; and, made lotus, dead Pan under pelt has
a faceless thumb for His moggy spy-glass; and a rodeo in a splintering dolly scatters waxy lips across a sanded mast

and we hiss across de freezing and we piss across icy ceilings, and, O, when masked in bleeders, toffees clink for china teeth..

and an eyeless eye-tooth snaps coffees and, made bridal, ravishers of tin-pans slide a java onion down de ova-dead. And, ho, metal pinions pee upon shit-slams
and pan america cums from out stools when, mordent with the emptiness of solid lives scissors a porn-valve from a cock of gin
and we are the headpieces of all women and we are the rafflers of sodden hymns and weepers vault hairs under fast gyms
..
la la la..The teasers of teasels get thin..la la la..The feelers of weezels get sin-spind...la la la..The radios of beezers get spind from a drakedom of ducks and herons
and, ah ah, buttered rilks cry, cry, cry,
and emergency bakers butcher de Mind
.
o-hah..o-hah...o-hah... me and i grind
keen mummy cloths inside gas-limes.

whence revolting criminal trees shed dust then a pool of perfumes may well crush lust. o a bolted brain-tree badgers after lost dust and a dealer in fast widows rolls under us
and easterly arising tea-stealers rampage for a dunny goofy sea of pealers and a motelled bunny rider ram-rages after rummy kids whose fathers
get jacked by mothers

whence revolting criminal trees shed rusks a pool of car-fumes may well cut cups; and a mental mint-spy slowly slides a cocker inside a burned sluts
and we slop a snickerer under rumblas and we drop a pickler's ramba with mutts. o. As renal skies shed weed then a templar in bed shines for de Father
and, la la, vaginal slavers shoot mumma

when once revolting criminal bees shed dust then a spool of hot sweet tears weeps rust; and a bulger of idiot ices chomp on an english sorbet when stasis
hits to a blinded bruiser of flakey cages

the riders of lost times cry about faces. agh, blinders of deaf rhymes cut laces; and we dance for a suede moon where a faisty falon cheek shovels imps from a
daffy of a dubbed cheek; and cheaters of rubbed meats use a rabid raver of a growl radio, and ole dumb popular noise eats sleep
and, oozed, ald popular boys raid sleep and the indigo angels of de navy power are led to rodeo anvils; and hammery bread-rakers kill cars
with tatty twirling moggy tarot-cards and lynchers of whirling fountainers slip a cracker of crying keys when calves
crap along killed holistic window-panes
..
whence revolting easy kinemas stain
all twirly-whorly cyclones under rain
swing from a rocked drum; and champagne
slides a drammer of a soft scrum
directly beneath de sabbath and England
and Ireland swims the moon
and Scotland drinks de moon
and Welsh gods espy a naked sky-room

as a street of closed dirtyers swigs us
o as sleep dreams for dyers then musk
surely glows just like a tusk
and glow-worms glow just like Israel
and impassioned heroes suck a sail

...
723.

*
o as we ravel into minds, then we learn to suffer the mad fans of red rain and the darkness under gobs drinks rain and, once crow-sundered,
a lame lamb in Bethlehem cries for blue blousy sex-linen; and a beach of lips trickles under Spain and a land of clitoral cunt-slathers masks ribblers with picks
and, la la la, mental body-statues rain adown de blue bobbin town where women stain a matrial sea of crowed slowing bonnets
and as we ravel into times, then we learn to entertain de living wards and here, there is love in our asylums..

the herded wide wirers of red dum-dums rout a rooted sun-fire from gassy lungs and we who are all too young must cum deeply down inside a citadel of soft scum
o a gaggler of pure fire feeds de circus o a raggler of pissed tyres sinks a dazzly danger-candle where spires emerge from luminous cathedral trampolines
and the arch of small deaths tramples tissuers to tall sex when pyres weep for cremated cunt-willows and, la la, eynes eat into their tears
and, ah ah, swine eats until ill with fear and a babbler inside mumblers head sinks a granite statue inside welsh-lead

the herded wide wirers of red dum-dums slinks upon shit-mess as a ship of sons winter-wallops summer shadow with repleters of blue dames and blonde pigs;
and we will glow like a glow-worm glows and we will summon peace from clothes
.lo- budded fanny levers lead sex astray. lo- studded pussy leaders fuck ashtrays, and this whooping sad world of pleasure-guns glisters for cunny pistols; and old mum
glistens for money where cold trades serve tea-and-curd to mental mad maids;
O a dog at sea will fascinate trees
and a marching cat will prey on graves

oo please give my regards to plagues
oo please give my regards to disasters
oo please give my regards to Vagina
oo please knock upon infernal plaster.
..
END..

724.

as gobblers gripe after gaolers then a sunny sea-lunge wave-rams dykes beneath weavers of night and day whilst Drugglers of a money helix hip to a grind when plays
crashdown; and a bell in a drama stream flows under braids; and a hashy whored fence wets tears with tea-trays.
as gobbers gripe after gaolers, a moony of a mind has to surely break-up; and a donny inside a mind helters after suet as a dunny diggy drive car-climbs
fiercely upon thinned air. O, a van of eyes here blinds welters of wicked reason; and mad maled folks swim

blonde streets awaiting a strange sun and a red skin

as gobblers of gripe use a mike, then holed wed sin spins around hot heaven's limbs. Death heats hymns. Darkness screws sin. Sadness bends down. Uh?
and hell is born in heaven as heaven is born in hell and a slicer of porn seems clean-shaven. O, bowed bells ring for rimmers of creams as a soft head wells
deep down inside a fixed creature; and a old cells snap nails around lives as a prison in a blind well lead memories to waxers of wind-heated citadels

hell is born in heaven as heaven is born in hell. a saddler appears killed. Old ponies peal felts; and a bound boned boy-baker bakes meat milks,
and dirtiers of darkness dazzle razzlers with pelts. Slaying lazy dancers melt into snow's cold silks.
..
as gobblers of gripe use a night-light, then finishing finless sex-fish saunter after sweet watered bonny carp; and sin slices a rider from slaughterers; and cold minge
mops a tomato soap-sud with a papered hinge
..
blonde streets sing for a dying estranged gun.

the street parties of the silver dead drag a cake for a dinner of bodies; and a rider's bed dreams of wars o street parties under mind-mirrors melt under paws
and we celebrate drinks as a holder of a hot maw lays jubilee tables for kinks; and a rider of a bevvy tea-bakes stables. Ah, once a blind day, cherries
lay easy waste to rattlers. And deaths eat berries?
.,as gobblers of gripe use a night-light, then whores have to ply for pints of spite; and a wived old ward rams hospice heights down pikes. Uh, coded doors
open out on a strange sun as a lady under shut stores suppers for dirty privates. O, a naked father snores Dark lubber bait eyelets. Sex molds fucking gore
and we burn, burn as we turn, turn.. END!!!!!!

hell is born in heaven as heaven is born in hell. Rifflers of porn sever gas as matrial bell-cells rock a crooked horse-lunge. O, a bed of ash hits dells
and bled walls scream where homes in hills hip to a castle-beat; and castlers cry in mills and hell is borne from drills as hell is saved.
.
as gobblers of gripe use a night-life, graves
give risen caked head to a loaf inside shades;
and we hear the sun come up in a hot sky's
dirtied burning eye. La, La. easy old dives
drop from out rain. Ah, a bolted beast brides
rolled dust; and we marry Mars as red lives
sink god's goat penis inside a bowl of knives
.
Oh.

725.

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

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

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

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

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

and hell is born in heaven as heaven is born in hell as dazzlers of sapphires sink gold into samphire and we weevil after natrons as outelbowelled hot trams
trip, trip, trip. Ahh. we widen for wats as valvers slam easy hummers down humungous city slickers. O a bun of bone breaksdown. Oh, a baby sticker
pokes punnets into pistons; and a Numbered river
raises plummy fluffs from green-grey idle fingers
.
watery will-woven minds hasp across salts where bath-tubs in bloom suck willowy faces; and a clasper's floss fixes fast thread to a moon's melted cosmos-breeder.
Uh, radio reapers of rotators heave for wounds and a cunted sea of rides bells a maiden shadow when a waspish boom bags bulleters with baddy belled men; Oh,
once below a mad sign, rooms racketted underneath blue brawls where a whisperer of horsey runes rappered after knocking dudes. Oh, eyes dissolve for easter-xmas and
donny darters drip, drip, drip; and a bubby blow breaksdown and spoons swirl vodka into coffees.Deepening deaths dream of Eden. Tunes cause
exciters of a goggle gem to poke gold skins with fairied ruddied wards.

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

 

726.

the harbingers of petrol misery must turn a burning face to the enemy o sodded head-ringers hip to good dust where an Isis under plenuries pulls a sodden bed from dreamt lips which caress a kisser's melody
and a dog of dens drags a torn maned toothcase; O, rotating honeys hit aside gods when odals of pled porn pelt a deadness of sex-lunacy with rubicund worn misery; and the helters of sadness sup a cut nut
la, once upon a swamed mind, a dirty owl hooted after a salter nut la, once inside a stormed mind, a filthy doctoror of a pigging plume-putt had tp abuse a blue-blind stethescope; and as a dawner of king Tut
tries a pisser for veined vast rainbows; and a dogger of a ferine mutt melts aside chained corn. Ah, wideners will go wide when money pisses from a rich bum. Ah, sharpeners of floes fly from old baby
..o, the harbingers of petrol misery must turn a burning face to the enemy; ah ah, a vault of genes genetically dusts a shawn sickler's fantasies; and a wife of ducts dunnies after tusks where a doll inside a mammary
feels for titty suck. La La. Invisible sunny lenders bleed bent closures - uh. Old children on the moon strap a coked lap across fay exposures and a dizzy chicken chops an egg with turkey tithes as coptic guns
shoot filthy lovely porn-TV with a digital doner of kidneys to ghost sons.
.
the vaginal wagstaffs of the Thames teases cogs with barblers and ideal pushers of pussy phlegms press a valley bell when small islands ram doltors of daughterers with planet Death; and we flower for fizzed fans
ah ah. Ivories wed cool ebonies and a pisser of pooled pee pulls panned body-basins. La!! woven wooden wives weep for eerie Kosher drams.
Beaters beat bad meat. Potions poison sleep. Casement cram cans whilst dopplegangers of doled men dream about sireners of slayed mind-miners and a dolly on a shrift cliff serenades the sport-skirted bones
of a writher ah ah, weepers of a tea-heap reel inside the china east and coded liars slander after blue libel as the fearers of the flashed fuck up rolled fires
and we wallow under pyred tyres when a vampy scampii of green spires loosen tides with happily strangled neck-ties; and emptied dreamt fires fasten a bluesing rash to a doddered dais; O, as we crouch, then pyres
will rivet daisy craft with thinning lips in stasis. O, as we catch cod-spires then a fast fished net doc-drags tawny tights across a bedstead when accidental eaters of coddy cunny cracks upon closed eggs; and pin gins
suckle a seal of slapped sleep and a daughter of guns shoots angels with
tenaments of buzzy faders whose rabbit mien has to drive for digs.

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

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

reamers of rotated river men rush upon god's sun; and laden fayres famish fetes with dilated mirror men; and parents of blind hairs hit against rides as a drover of city dens rots aside blown mares
o a lilted nudist lichen-strewn lighthouse deifies dogs with actors then a bended bead-gem grates a granite horse with bled jams. O! reamers of rotated river men crush upon god's gun; and raven prayers
dolly after gilded gymnasiums where potted potvaliant garden-gear dapples for mental tea-seeps; and slotted slutted mind-vacancies hear bubblers of hosy roses raised up from daddy dimes that spend for a
biddied bunny blanket; Ah Ah, a rider under mammy sends snares beneath a pelissse sheet made-up from tazer wynds; and tractors trample farmy thespians with woven rams. Uh!!! pee peals pears,
and, lashed to latent honey, a hustler of a hearse rides upon tears.

 

727.

clashes of cunted closed runnels rope a rocker to a weevil's whine: o plashes of spunk-led clothes funnel a dropper with evil cosines; and a lady on the palled piss peers into nunneries when grey signs
show a sinnner of a coal-clayed killer come radaring after twined bastardised bakered bandaged string; and a father of a fast grind windmills after milner's clay. Coarsed candlers cut a caned night-light.
Dorsal mangers melt under graves. Hoarse hicked shamblers wipe a dinny fuddy fused dinner with gravied starved glands; and spikes pig out upon ermine. Sex soothes hairs. Selves move sally-bikes.
Old teasers of hornered sense pulls stairs from dallied dabby-dykes.

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

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

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

emptiness purrs for bell-baiters as wind-wounders wallop diced
billy furniture; and a cell of shakers scar-shapes hermetic lice
.
uh ecause
of the infinity
catechism of
Leonardo
we shall be capable of
vowed thought
and outside need
of the nude phrenology of 'dianetics'
of martian saviours
of the generic slaver
of kirlein 'problematics'
all the families
of
fotu-wide genitalists
with stiff lazuy natrons
with a body under
dippy diplomatic spies
has objects of supine slides
sensing after
crazy atoms
and
atomic danger laughter

for the hyper-sutured thought
of Leonardo
proves
that the phantasm of cannibalism
eats under
vinegar flowers
- already, the 'intellectual heebees'
that dangle in regional wine
slasherly moistens
the familial dirty flap
of the philophrengenitive carbonatics
of
a fazed future
that here exists extra-neurologically
shaping naked gods
and monetary exegesis
between
piss-sliding financial arithnatics
and consanguine biters of ergonomics
has a contact with 'depressing cold'
and the conductives of a 'moat soul'
remains
entirely exterior
to
kartian cave-crews
and
monetary idealists
remain
psychic yet aware
and a bodded structure
does not possess
dianetic means to press
tall human behaviour
and codal transmogrifications
and dunny hindrances
present themselves objectively
as
cutically deleterous
for
there does not co-exist
in love's time
as far as mowers know
a prism
of quango physics
or chemics of nude pathology
and a dripper of parabola minds
lops a linguid
hoed heel of psycho-neurology
as
the compartmented phirosophy
of a faked coming
has a flint-flown day of
philosophy of 'paranoic critical
entoscopic bath polemically
charged
baby of times
and we have inclination?

i attach a crowler to a sea
for
the hyper-materialist knowledge of
holy picasso
must devour the 'intellectual hyperion'
already, chokey crumbs
strip acids bare from
crowlers of nancy spider fawns
for
a locus under mien rocks porn
and we heap 'structural sun-warned'
monetary diadems of
'obsessing crows' and the dined
imaginative gold-grease
of intermediary glasses and
pissers unfound between sand
and
gestalt-families of permitting
psychic pickers of optical hands
.
the blue eagle of a diamate demon
is caught between skies and drams-
o, we await the beggars schools
o lost souls puff up like rules
.
the biological
and dynastic phenoms of
rolled Leonardo
has been
the first great ingenitive catachism
of modal odal psi-thought
and the rites of Picasso
will form the duelled neuretics
of a minster of pigeon cardioms
..
as yet misunderstood, a cartal bone
falls to swept
vineyard tails,,

Uh.

 

728.

the signet of summer flashes agaimst my face and bursts into one million stars all over fat towns. indigo spun swings drag city fragments
and a wide hurricane crashes as it tangs fog-heads scream through opal windows
and eyes begin to dance through shadow meadows

i trample aside a moon-ride
i twirl like an dream

colours dissolve and we heed saline dressings i lash them with de family; and only mean tithings remain as sugar pressings

sign along this dotted line

what is the feeling we neglect about pandemical spirit spies? o age, where undressed, expresses stars as communalism, dadaism, doctorers of fascism
becomes a model porno cage..and inside nine decades, a mad queen will be surely malformed In Nine Chiliads, the hands that have never been raised
vibrates down the never-forgotten curtains of pure rage

what is the feeling we regret about pandemical parrot eyes? o age, where sun-pressed, expresses scars as a keen transparency of flowers revolts now and mends
..uh, one of us is a sister slaved under cork and apple-skin while one of the lost get sandled under lumious bathers; and never do we dream of the eyes of a life,
and one of us is a sister slaved under porks and maple-skins while the buddies of wrangled dummers cause hordes to pony-ply romantics with jesus and christs

/what if our lives were put about the sun? O, what
if the evenings of hollowed water shot Sainted lots?

but you shall never basket apes and we will stop

dead..

a bud on a kestrel pier played hound to leash me, tar and feather, for what cob-webs my bone's shorn grip could gullet in the revel of beaching brunts,
once the final stroke had wombled pre-ices and the carking feral fillings had receded down to none.
So then I was held by lurks; that reckoning's pellicles, gridden with pampus blubbers, quit medecasting touch, thru damp'ning essentials
in relays of gravelling, sparkish ground, light's meaning bathers, buoyless in their seconding, devouring isobarity, with idleness in helm.

Wrecked collections, politic, suffered sandy, and the soul lay snug in foundry soda, as arterioles went stratum, and girls, substantialled effluent, winching wind-shields to shame,
embroiled bosoms in beach-bawls, behind dyed hairs in frame.

A bud on a kestrel pier played hound to leash me, tar and feather,
for what dipsomanium could offer the larkish ways of dream.

now laud time's fathers that rhyme may be milled, whose coronet of apples conspires against the tongues and, pinpoint in the fruit, curates along its anvilled
angel in the miracle of cobweb knife and drum; come laud, come sate the centaur in the nectar that, saturated, the cell of light might chime
sweetly, where the guild of sylvan, mason mentors lams along the lilies of the mind.

Now laud time's fathers: in the cherry, let love's folly serry and co-mettle to the kiss of fairy sons; come let the nettle hurdle and the wicked needle's curdle
bludgeon low as low: in the pedals of the cum, come seize the poet's medal and stoke the frames of detol - that the skies may size, come prick the bawls of death
and, pinpoint in the fruit of graven gut and trestle, set mortars to the infants in the daughters of the breath.

Come laud time's fathers: come sex the ivored rafters, for rhyme has been devilled by the windmills in a stave, and, concussed by petals, cannot encroach its metals,
nor the knickers in a tangle, nor the wombstones in a blade.

If God is not blood, then his riddle must come sailing and Samson and Delilah strike a pornosapphic pose and hammer into wrangle must sear its jacobed angle
and times, as mad as weeping, expose the menstrual lobes

ahhhh

729. HARVEST HOLY (A GLORIA) re. the celtic deifyer of utterly godly dylan M Tom Thomas

i

holy world,
from whence the appled fleece
went mapling up through the bells
and ruminatively on,
whence the sirens in their babels
flashed and flocked about
the searing keels of jonah's woman,
skeltering in their keeps
here the angels rumage
and clasp to scarlet naves
and gapple gaily in the docks
and arbours of the towns,
with peace, spumed and spanned, harebelled as it chimes,
where the bleating lambwhites
shrill and scarve about
into the sloe-staved night. Ah!
what a heaven is here concoved,
where thatching eggs revel and their hounds
lie down amid their whimperings
for a glad and maidened time,
as eden, gliding, spins segaciously on.
herein is the harvest that makes the lady shine.

ii

Past all procession,
the cedared trumpets flare:
where the hineyed limpets whisper,
there flow the hives of air,
and now, whereby the hermit crab respires,
in with their ingles,
the ample breast of evening
hailters and grails into the blooms
of regalled reevings,
where master and mistress resound
as one,
and the veils of breathing spire
duskily into the wombs of light. Ahh
how the hedons yolk and pare
and the valleys in their trances
cup the breasts that ride
and the galleys in their dances
snip the reed and rise
daintily
into the pews of undersound,
whereby the herald angels sing
and volley from the wing to a gold surmise.

iii

There, where the prayers
stand wryly in their books
and the musing, angled mares
stand ankled in their smocks:
here, where the spheres
spin quietly in their fears
and the chandaliers of night
sire brightly in the rocks:
now goes the padre and his word of fusing fire,
the canyon and the curate in the mission-fabled pyre,
the caul and thral of fusion
and the wisps and walls of congering shires,
the dales and vales of israel
and the candouring, communicadoed wires.
O, that this world may summon and permit
the haloes of virgins
to summon as they flit,
may now the winnowers who are the holy simmerers
and the curl and curve inspired
gambol and begrace the ferns that strut in space
and shut the starry spheres against the holy mind.

iv
Come rocking on the seashores
and rumbling where the bees roar,
fatal and prenatal, where the whirling chalice flairs,
now, from skies beratal, fluming thrum the pedals,
whereof the vans of starlight fan the blasting air,
and mettled stallions gun
upon their hooving run
and whistle glibly through the trees. Ahh
what a world: such a world that inspires
the rockets and the pearls
of the muses on the wires,
that are, subcaval, as volleyed as the natural
palace in the barracks as they gyre.
Yes! what a world, appled in its furls
and sensual as the plash-divining clays:
this whorl of god now swings, from jonquils on the wing
and the sun that is one, once only in the spring.
For these and these alone, the angels move the stone
and cauterise the wounds of the lowly,
and the word that is fire sits sparkish in the mire
and the heaven on a harpstring
turns the harvest holy.

  

730.

chanters of bloody mantras raise mien from armies o, cattlers under cobras spit phenoms and the wives of march weep for sonar families
and a widener of a drowned wrist-watch swallows timeless violence and cattlers curry pigeons and darkening silence
swipes a bloodied apple from a stygian city that paces under rude guns; and a bed of yeast lolls for vastness where a counted beast
rams down pure honey

chanters of bloody mantras raise men from priories
and eyers of red lions roar across fast factories

harkeners of diddy features canned daisy taxi-cab in blind cars, and a spastic park shoots Mars; and eaters of wolves use love
and eaters wolf scissors down a blue snatch whilst cattlers ruin statues as thatch clads a ruin in wet cats
and a dog of rain has to rap aside hot nerves and a rabbit under curves
snaps a spent match

harkeners of daddy features
feed mam to ruddy creatures

rudeness under de penis pees from a dromedary's arse: o thunder cuts the past and rudeness in de sea-harness feeds fever to endlessness
and a boat of blades stops de world..ah long, long ago, i learned for girls. ah, a long time ago i heard of dreams then used rolled gold
and me and a mad ego shitted on piss when holy legos dropped dead, just like god's shrill meccano
o, rudeness under de witness uses a daddy dreg for a bad soul; and a weepy whorl
accuses five winds for paper gals
ah ah ah

hardeners of heated haloes rasp for a laden lip: la, a dog of sleep sucks gnits and a gripper of a splatter-slit summons oats from lime-pips
and danny girls end in meadows; ah, long ago, as i snapt minds, giddy gods leapt directly from de gallowed shallows while easy veins
and guns in pain shot sainthoods of gilt grass and ivory-ebony wolf-trains; and darksome moggy racists give head to wildness; and cyrano
hardens heated haloes which gasp for a licked trip of loose air; and, la la, i widened for spuds and i listened to mashy broods and mental truths spool
into raveller's school-rip

and eyes under fast mud glow just like a fast bird
and weavers use old love to
shift a brolly to papers

the faceless emperies of a mad mind swivel on a chair..o defacing old families ride along hairs and weevillers gather blood
and wiveners slaughter Lady Lockery Loused Lords; and a bed of beans causes dreams to sleep inside old bloods

hardeners of shovels dig for drains as magical bald hovels rig daisy dogs with pushing pussy-pig; and eyes may extend a bad finger
and cunt cats may use a bad tail..ah, faceless emperies of a saddener's smaltz mind slice a sea of stairs
and we fall from grace as red mares ride from county sleep; and we harden balls with dance-meat

as eyes feed gardens then mousers
are led to drains and then killed and we are at The Bodies and we feed off crayon flamingos
and pink is my favourite flamingo.

 

 

731.

oo my ole street star shines down upon bedazzling oaks and carving guns: o as my mad skin aches then a bone of pins scatters apes
aside doggy bows that rape planets of pulled pines and tapes and hardeners of blind flowers skate across pissing ice
and a bed of rice curries mice as a sugary dauphin stops old glass; oo eyes hark to strung harps as haspers under arks
snaps along a blinder of grey ash

oo my ole street star shines down upon gracers of folks made mind-dumb; and a blast of mind-drums drools across sacred horse-peppers
and daddies shape a fever and mammies shape a miming heart-mirror and hardeners of death dream after a shadower of sin and spun bingo meccas
and the hashers of salted haberdashers line cloths with a bedazzler of keying pigs and we shoot a bun from an eyrie made from figs
and eyes may glow like a glowworm glows o hashers of sainted eyed lashers
drip down from a trundled moon; and crashers
cry, cry, cry

lahh. I awake at the end of day
lahh. I shake after friends of clay
and, o, a miracle in a lost life has to use papers
to push piddly peppers under abused basin-blades..

hardeners of sweet cars carry vans when lays lap a poppy peep from blinded cancans, and we drool from blinded hands and we moan for guns and we ball after graves
and we listen to lost pans; lahh, i poke a punnet inside nude trams lahh, i choke across planets; and a bird at sea loses her need to fly when a
gannet under bees cuts rained seed and my old flavas flocked for fandangoes as cars careered inside bad eggy rainbows; and i must know the rainbow's ebb
and i will learn about the dead or never die?

ah

when mordent with the endlessness of men i stir a pussy pearl aside nine hands: o when old kids rock for de rose then hands cum entangling me with grey gems
and a hickory brother darns heels with Zen; and once aside my mind, doctors of offal sea-hands seal jammy witches under trackling islands
o my old flavas get flocked under Woman
o my cold razors get bled by faced hairs
and a prayer for dummies
gets sound-wound with armies
and de death of night cuts flowers from dust
and a seat of powders
gun-grabs golden seizures from pepper-pus

when mordent with the endlessness of men i stir my pushy prick-fly under old female children and an evil mind-mine swallows infant shit where coded women
wallow inside blue brine, and my cold flavas get flocked under swines; o, la la, a city's fathers jack green vines and eynes telephone the sides of rope-wine
and, lashed from winding gulls, aspertine swirls easy instant coffee into sweet milks and trippers of caffeines delve sweet milks
and a baddy of a tea-tale reads for bodies. oo a snatcher in de ride rides inside silks. oo a patcher in de wide opens gay silt and the son of gran sits in a steel-chair;
and, made lotus, dead Pan under pelt has a faceless thumb for His moggy spy-glass; and a rodeo in a splintering dolly
scatters waxy lips across a sanded mast

and we hiss across de freezing
and we piss across icy ceilings, and,
O, when masked in bleeders, toffees
clink for china teeth..

732.

and an eyeless eye-tooth snaps coffees and, made bridal, ravishers of tin-panickers slide a java onion down de dead. And, ho, metal pinions pee upon shit-slams
and pan america cums from out stools and, when mordent with the emptiness of original men scissor a porn-valve from a cock of ginners
and we are the headpieces of all women and we are the rafflers of sodden hymns and weepers vault hairs under fast gyms
..
la la la..The teasers of teasels get thin. la la la..The feelers of weezels get sin la la la..The radios of beezers get spind from a drakedom of ducks and herons
and, ah ah, buttered rilks cry, cry, cry, and emergency bakers butcher de Mind
.
o-hah..o-hah...o-hah... me and i grind
keen mummy cloths inside gas-limes.

whence revolting criminal trees shed dust then a pool of perfumes may well crush lust: oh, a bolted brain-tree badgers after lost dust and a dealer in fast widows rolls under us
and easterly arising tea-stealers rampage for a dunny goofy sea of sneeky reelers; and a motelled bunny rider ram-rages after rummy kids whose fathers
get jacked by mothers

whence revolting criminal trees shed rusks then a pool of car-fumes may well cut cups and a mental mint-spy slowly slides a cocker inside a burned slut
and we slop a snickerer under rumblas and we drop a pickler's ramba with mutts. o. As renal skies shed weed then a templar in bed shines for de Father
and, la la, vaginal slavers shoot mumma and whence revolting criminal bees shed sucklers then a spool of hot sweet tears weeps russets and a kind bearer of bulbed senses
chomps on an english sorbet when stasis hits to a blinded bruiser of flakey cages

the riders of lost times cry about faces. agh, blinders of deaf rhymes cut laces; and we dance for a suede moon where a faisty falon cheek shovels imps from a
daffy of a dubbed cheek; and cheaters of rubbed meats use a rabid raver of a growl radio and ole dumb popular noise eats sleep
and, oozed, ald popular boys raid sleep
..
the indigo angels of de navy power are led to rodeo anvils; and hammery bread-rakers kill cars and lynchers of whirling fountainers slip a cracker of crying keys when calves
crap along killed holistic window-panes
..
whence revolting easy kinemas stain all twirly-whorly cyclones under rain swing from a rocked drum; and champagne slides a drammer of a soft scrum
directly beneath de sabbath and England and Ireland swims the moon and Scotland drinks de moon
and Welsh gods espy a naked sky-room

as a street of closed dirtyers swigs us
o as sleep dreams for dyers then musk
surely glows just like a tusk
and glow-worms glow just like Israel
and impassioned heroes suck a sail
...
END!

733.

o as we ravel into minds, then we learn to suffer the mad fans of red rain and the darkness under gobs drinks rain and, once crow-sundered,
a lame lamb in Bethlehem cries for blue blousy sex-linen, and a beach of lips trickles under Spain, and a land of clits cunt-slathers after diggers of cold trips
and, la la la, mental body-statues rain adown de blue town where women stain a slowing bodice
and as we ravel into times, then we learn to
entertain de living wards
and here, there is love in our asylums..

the herded wide wirers of red dum-dums rout a rooted sun-fire from gassy lungs; and we who are all too young must cum deeply down inside a citadel of soft scum
o a gaggler of pure fire feeds de circus. o a raggler of pissed tyres sinks a dazzly danger-candle where spires emerge from luminous cathedrals;
and the arch of small deaths tramples tissuers to tall sex when pyres weep for cremated cunt-willows
and, la la, eynes eat into their tears and, ah ah, swine eats until ill with fear and a babbler inside mumblers head
sinks a granite statue inside welsh-lead

the herded wide wirers of red dum-dums slinks upon shit-mess as a ship of pooed bums winter-wallops summer shadow with repleters of blue dames and blonde pigs;
and we will glow like a glow-worm glows
and we will summon peace from clothes
,
lo- budded fanny levers lead sex astray lo- studded pussy leaders fuck ashtrays, and the sad world of guns glisters for cunny pistols; and old mum
glistens for money where cold trades serve tea-and-curd to mental mad maids; O a dog at sea will fascinate trees
and a marching cat will prey on graves

oo please give my regards to plagues
oo please give my regards to disasters
oo please give my regards to Vagina
oo please knock upon infernal plaster.

..
734.

and tricky dicky darling flowers serries baths with graves and, la la, guilty spearing flowers serry beds with feathers; o once inside kids, daughters
send doll men to sleep O!

odd tricky dirtying dog hours
yap at an owlish moon;
and a flock of carrion powers
seal cats in bowers
and a rat of towers terrifies
an english cousin with plagues
and, la la, eynes burned?

and trickly dearies drag showers and an eagle in a community bath shares gulls with hidden soap-masks; ah, a berry bomb darkens sponged flowers
and a boy made from bidet-glass shatters under urine bagasse; and gases grope for latterday trenches and a balded riders shoot public sea-masts
and oldness under biddies bride us with blind gods and a mental deafness hears us coming back home to land
aside baby and lovely islands

and we answer to love's shrouds
and we dance upon easy crowds
ah we weave for sleep
ah we eat dreamt sleet
and balded snowmen hurl clouds
aside burning winter heat

oldness at the bodies reap daisy mouth-mounds; and a robber of blood star-sleeps; O, once a ruddy year i will
sharpen my ego then shatter for

wild heads and children indoors

oddness feeds the thousands; O, coldness feeds a loud oath; and eyes under reeds will suffer men who eat ribbons; and a boat of meat
sinks under surgeons and oddness feeds the weirdo thousands; O, chronic appetites are fed to common girls; and a forced dude
slurries oats with budders and old nippies have to move instantly homeward, where buns feed cakey shits to blue-dialled corpse-waiters
and daggerers of two zillion skins don shits and run for balleting prancer Man: o, shadowers of naked blue skins don lips then choke along hands
and a bed of mazes ties runnels to ancient faces; and the daggerers of two zillion pins will most certainly die for stasis
la la, eyes accuse minds of limbs
ah ha, skies abuse alll dreams
and a bedded cruise
sinks an army ferry into butter

oddness under margarine utters beaded words to endless shutters; and, O, once zillion cold feathers wash shitters in bird-ponds
and, la, eynes creep from song

uhh.

735.

easterly arising brother xmas has to fasten men to xmas-easter stockings: o, easy doom deniers drag after bruised pleasure cumming,
and a bed of christs savours noosed nuded baby drummings; and, la la, i canned my long gentleman with doddery closers of anancee pig and
oddness raises rhuem from syrupy bum-figs: o, easy bladdery winkly old twigs get sunken at the body-deep where grey kids use trees of sand
O, easterly arising mother xmas has to adhere female grottos to sad truths about old saint nick dying for a free tinsel gift; and,
oo as vacant baubles burn hands then easter will arrive when glad christmas shouts for genius cocoa ova; and oddballs who dance outside de dance-hall
may well jump swung ladies; o cold molls who dance inside a baby rock from cocking horse the blind walls when a prancer of morse
melted into answers; but no-one answers and nobodaddy died long long ago now?

come jacking at god's door, cold crowds must lend a babby bone to a funny funeral and, laid from ruby, weepers cry sweet tea
and reapers of sweet wee swallow up squid's sink and once zillion trees and oddballs who dance aside de dance-halls may well jump for swinging dairies
and an iced cold mum swims back home where dad-drowners reap guns from sounders of impishness and cobras on the moon.

come rappling roads with false tyres
a rippler of a toad drives till wet fires
squirt and squelch till mamm's spires
arise from dead skirt; and we cried.

there is once above my mind a softening story and, o, we speak for love and, lo, we weep for God and a searing tale is now told about baby
la, de queen;'s canary whistles from lobbies and a cagey cuckoo king consults now his sealed wing and, come rippling at a rose, a budder of spring
seasons sodomisers with rectal sea-rings; and a deepener under leaves sinks a dippy dick inside Aladdin's cheese
ah ah a donny owl hoots. ah ah a bunny cowl covers roots; and ease my head into de cervix

there is once above my mind a whisperer who, cut from sound, hisses for Hitlers and a sodden sailed tale must be told about witches, wives and feline molds
and, uh uh, a bodice undersands rolls a sainted sausage thumb in a street car; la la, i account for honda lungs. la la, i account for star-guns; and my star
slips greying carkeys under dead-bedded english pylons and come ramming with a rose, a bus inside eight limbs plies easy digital hire from buzzy limbs
and we fall from a coach
and we fall from a roach
and we drive a lorry till death gets spind
by blue survivors and webby coats

doctors are hereby slaughtered by time's eagled time-bomb and an evil sun-gun hereby murders time's sea-gulled mind-bomb
and, la la, my bedded son fazes for time's crazy easy mum and, ahh, a forking sad father's whine
weeps till reason dies
..
O give my soft regards to english vines
O give my hard regards to british swin
and, always forever, please forget sin?

END...

...

736.

oo when a Hippogryph and his mutant cup of tea murders sex for you and me then the slaughters in the backyard kill me and, la la, once aside a crime, dreams
sallied roman rain with mulish screams. oo when a Hippogryph and a cuppa sirens after coffee whispers then old bod will surely eat himself.
oo when a phonal laugh licks bed-health then the oaks of children must bend pokes beneath chilling women
and a bath at sea gathers rafts from bees; and old men may well gasp where focal fleas
get shoved

oo when a Hippogryph and a sip of his own pee murders satans with squid mesh then a braid of bladder pigs silences grunted violence; and old trees
fellow reeds with rushing sapphires, and we all know that death has samphires
and, o, as we sail from country meat, then odes to bitten nunneries may well turn to lust; and crowded men swing from pear trees
and lazy crazy fishy men angle after stinking mermen; and bees bleed ole honey hives to death and a bed in a neck gets strangled by doomy diners when
sex gets wrecked
.
once along a bad rhyme, a cup of men
hastened to a wild eastern beat;
and men go reeling in the East
and hens go gathering heaven's beasts
and skins go gathering the teas
and gyms go ravelling under timed
baby heaps.

'o prayers shine along a fazing harvest moon: o let timed song blind a frontroom with lunacy and dazzler boys. o pray shine along a harnessed harvest moon
and, la, once hurled awake, please us cold grave-clay for a buttery cremation; O- say now that we will leap inside a draped
darkened tomb. o pray shine on and on for de carmine harvest moon and pray use a chapper of a goose gal for taping light-meat when grey gall
grasps to a fairy neck. Ohh'

the easy dead seem all right. la the mien in bed seem all right. the easter girls who chat all night hiss for curtains and jewelry;
and me and madam Mad ignite arson cowls with margarines. o easy diamonds seem all right. la the sirens in screams feed life
with herring bones
..
o we sail across wild seas when reptiles gather snakes for moggy children, and mad cousins to drakes send a twister of a killer at worlds-end
and macadams under ulcer-men bend seesaws with vulvas-hen and a coward at dead of light layers cagey crayons with wrens
and dummy warring bathers blend gun-moulinex aside river-bends, and, lo, this is where rivers end?

737.

o i pray for the grind of the fat harvest moon as i sacrifice song to blinded bathers. O, cum uplift my son to deadliness. O, i kiss love's thumbs as ruins
ram a doctored flower under fierce necks. And, o-la, gods come masking zine-decks which sell funereal cummers to greasy loneliness
and, o-ha-ha; come flay lovers with dairy lungs and bunny lawyers
..
the daddy spine at sea has to
grab a deli from an eaten shoe
and, la la, a rocky fabler uses nudes
to extemporise skinny waders
,,
as oozers shed spun sin then a
scissorer of Caesars kills labia
with campus sex-craps. ahhh!

hoh hoh- xmas deacons bless festivities and a lousing father layers deniers of flavas and, o, as mindless voices cut families then today's deacons die
and, as oozers swirl for liquid midnights, then fawny telephones layer bright comic owls
and a sonic wall falls, falls, falls
and a conic stall sells buns to molls

O

hoh ah-o xmas deacons dress mean trees and a mousing mamma melds teasy tinsels under purry cat-leaves; and a blade of feathers
fellows chicks with leathers. O, as oozers whirl for mad life, heather gets fed to dunny bled girls; and i give in to dead girls
and i weep till blue times die and, ho hohh, as mother xmas cries for gifted lies then a father christian blesses eyes and a vault of glass summons sirens from wiped masts
and sin knows of a masted clasp, and a dog under stains rains across red pain and as we sail five false cities then we will nails false criers when
a vamped cross lies under tea and, la la, teasels sunder peed blazer-blocks

O

ho ho ooo xmas easters harry for hoodlums of yuletide blisters and a head of hands lams xmas misters as live kids set alight to festive tables; and kids cry for lost walls and
as we wail for mistetoes, halls lam-pack emptied rooms with loud gifts for maddening heavenly purring cat-kids; and a robin hisses for its breast
ho ho Ah easter xmas eats dolls, and a robot on a short lead cries till santa takes to bed.

o abed with the nightly dreamers, i jacked all of my faces from wet screams and a boy at sea enters lice under blue streams and a wader of misery washes lapped
babyish kiddy waters and a golden proctor blesses snapped poppy tears

o abed with the nightly dreamers, i jacked all de almighty's washed socks and eyers under mashed body-cocks are fed to piggy vales:
ho ho ha!! menfolks scatter pearls aside drawlers whose jasmine swirls to darkly daggering dolted rat-girls; and we weep as we bolt cold grails to heavenly xmas-easter
o a laden loop of a concrete garden washes ash in rainbows. ahh, a fader of a stone rocks crows and weeders of star-shows swallow easy rest
and, la la, as timeless clothes close
a naked boy in a wreck

ho ha ha, heapers of Israel will
supper for a angel God
and a tree of sandals uses hills
and ingenious dolls will fill
all veins and all true hearts

o a laden hoop of a female garland dribbles wax where fishers fish after fishy nests and mirrors

diners who dine in the pitched dark
hereby summon deaths from barks
and a ship of self-sex
swims adown dogs and T Rex
and slowly returning dinosaurs
dance, dance
La La..

738.

diners who dine in the darkness rap a coda thumb on a lost car, and a skulling bleeder must snap windy baptisms and sex-scars
La La..ho ho easter xmas eats Mars ho ha easter christmas eats cards and daddies dine like a goosy beast and closed trains open meats
and turkey goose pork stuffings
La La..

endlessness uses sex as ceilings show paper chains and killings

o a laden sea-prison locks aside stars and imprisoned stars look down, and a cell at sea scars cloudy clowns and a laden sea-mirror shines for stars
and demonic fathers sleep for cars and a laden sea-cell roots after calves and easy depleters of rich curves sinik a glaucous tit in a blackbird
and, la la, as slitters don cards for love's unfair arcana then a fasting vagina may well
store delis in cruel wet scores
.
a balder of a dummy dock sells candified confectionaries to Hell and the scum at night who stink hired heels in a female bell
staggers after essential sex-spells and a babbler in a wide sun sears hocus-crocus slides with dartling damager's thighs, and wigs
get shoved down veins and a sparrowed sound entertains redoublers of pins and grids
.
lol, a laden peace-fire lops kids lol, a felon under burnt spires cat-strangles peerers of pyres, and pirouhettes blind briars
and ivied oaky ancient elms wank upon hollies and kilns,
and samphires get filmed
..
o a laden sea-prison hooks stars
and broadening stars look down
and weedlers must leave town
.
Uh instantaneous river-men ride unto death's skin. o, a carter of shiver-men arise unto death's din, and a model female pirate sails a drunken ship
and a motel eyed sail scales a rig of pigs that launches red hail
instantaneous river-men ride aside death's doors: o a smatterer of killer-hens fry eggy wards; and a bedtime of slippers
comes sucking sweat from eaters of sea-slams and, oo, a holiday in de cosmos
layers drugs with boned cut moss.

o-la, a laden peace-fire cremates de grave and pipers of secret rain cuts the songs of loss and, la la, large city tuna gals swim after drams
and, la la, hard city spooner worlds whirr aside models whose pundenda hurls a baited billy bridler with knotted sperm-strands.

 

739.

instantaneous river-men ride unto death's skin. ah, a pursing pisser has to drink to closed spring and a naked bled heart hisses to de dead skirt of oaths and onions
and, la la, tarted ruiners of clothes use darts to dig blorted arrows under dolters of farts. o-la, a laden peace-mire cremates de grave and lighters of napalm nunneries
slink for god's burns where a dallier of babies blinks closed tides from eyers of dyed rubies. o-la, baited dilly chicken carries curders where
massive duck-attacks teem with hairs

and, laced, as we slide, then a hostel-scare scurries under cat-wives and, laced, as we writhe, then hotel-airports scurry under ratted telephone deriders
and a bleeded blind bat taunts the live and a rended mind-hat molds old cries from a cattler of a pet-cave which rides aside all men, all sin and all dead wives
..
instantaneous seizure-men drink fitters. ah, as candies cry then eastern chocolate kissers plunge cocoa epilepsy into stormy stars-trees; and savoury moon-phlegm picks ticklers
and ivory white-skin snappers for rippers and daughterers extend a shadow slaughter to strippers and eyers of meat shows
sunder soapy suds with spudded crows

as splendid dunny oestrogen cuts snows then dammy gummy weevil gems may well suck a spider from germs; O!!! daddied dulled grannnies kill de roses
and a slam of babies hooks red crows and, o-la-la, a lesbian flower-show glows and, o-la-la, a thespian sun-show flows from easterly arising statues that end suns for
babby beakers that smell in a child's claw and an evil draper damages soap-shakers with old capers and a bone on the moon
sugars a drone when, after afternoon,
weepers wept for fakers

instantaneous seizure-men cut spoons and fitters of grande gins suck wounds and me and a mental-malingerer swoon against bruisers of glades and tombs
and whippers of whipping boys move

way, way back home where sin grooves.;

the adders of lady jesus hip to a crossed fart-beat. o addlers of baby bone-lip suppers after news where the shooted heat hisses like a television;
and the son of arks raises sex from lemons and the moon of massed hearts swallows limbs from carts
o adders of lady jesus hip to a crossed jeep. o meddlers of bony blood-judas star-jam stars with softening guilty Jobe; and, la la, idol Juno sink penises under robes

addlers of honey men weep from de rose. ahh, fashioners of money men accuse de rose of daggering after slavers and evil tides. oo a bed of marks causes sand to writhe for
slaggy saint joan and a belt of stone shovel waterers under
cloners of grave stones
ah ah ah

i have seen a son of Pan dropping Mars and i have spotted eagle-rams with neutered handlers made old as elderly bubonic heart-spires and vicars under church-slams
get shrillered across butcher-bakers when a constant stocking-wanker, with blonde brands, bedraggle icers with blown blowy grans
and me and a female rival loop a lazy locket under coded demisal; and a bed under pleats plays pleasures with vaginal sheets and a bounder of castle-keeps
swagger after adders as timeless easels sit adown to paint a town of seagulls.

 

 

740.

a pisser in a phlange peers inside skulls oo a hisser in a pram wheels for skulls; ah a picker in a tram pays for drills; and a napper in a scram feeds off drills
and dummy dead Aladdin rubs his frills; and weepers shed blind tears for culled gashy grassy canonised grey gulls
.
addlers of lady judas star-hang life and pullers of baby judas christ-hang light; and, oo, when we turn aside false lightning, then a dunny digital VD will use life to
poke out dun surrender in eyed loped spools
and, uh, i saw america come from stools

o sown slumber wrecks its wet bed
- as a light of issues deaths, then
caged-in spun sun-souls
stop to light old women
& a bud of roses furls around kicked
river children..

when once a stem of love hissses
then a blithe beast will suffer
clothed misses
& a tree with wings ladens after
vaulted mother,,

o swirled summer snips cats as bunned boy-ghosts hit to a hiped beat. .. Ash
wallops coasts
& a hen of meat slices Ash
...
undernetted, we pee when wheat
topples inside London.

o once below a mind, we daggered for
roman doctors
o once outside a wife, we suppered for
eastern daughters
& a bud of wine wallops juice, &
warring welts wan fingers under
cold sand...

when a bag of canines walks thunder
then a bell of drams
tastes female sex-clams- O, thunder
drops flexed storms
& a bonce at furious bedtimes
swarms where hot beads unwind...

& once below a mind, we will scan
dotted swarthy rain- Ah

THIS IS THE END?

..

 

741.

chanters of bloody mantras raise mien from armies; o, cattlers under cobras spit venoms, and the wives of march weep for sonar families
and a widener of a drowned wrist-watch swallows timeless violence
cattlers curry pigeons and darkening silence swipes a bloodied apple from a stygian city that paces under rude guns; and a bed of yeast
lolls for vastness where a counted beast
rams down pure honey

chanters of bloody mantras raise men from priories
and eyers of red lions roar across fast factories..
harkeners of diddy features cans a daisy cab inside blind cigars; and a spastic park shoots Mars, and eaters of wolves use love
and eaters wolf scissors down a blue snatch

cattlers ruin statues as thatch clads a ruin in wet cats and a dog of rain has to rap aside hot nerves and a rabbit under curves
snaps a spent match

harkeners of daddy features
feed mam to ruddy creatures

rudeness under de penis pees from a dromedary's arse: oo, thunder cuts the past and rudeness in de star-harness feeds fever to endlessness
and a boat of blades stops de world
ah long, long ago, i learned for girls; ah, long time ago, i heard of dreams then used gold; and me and a mad ego shitted on piss when holy lego
dropped dead

o, rudeness under de witness uses a daddy dreg for a bad soul; and a weepy whorly head-world accuses five winds for paper gals
ah ah ah..hardeners of heated haloes rasp for a laden lip. la, a dog of sleep sucks gnits, and a gripper of a slit summons oats from lime-pips
and danny girls end in meadows

ah, long ago, as i snapt minds, giddy gods leapt from shallow easy veins and guns in pain shoot suds

hardeners of heated haloes gasp for a licked trip, and, la la, i widened for spud-loves and i listened to fools and mental truths spool
into raveller's school-rip

and eyes under fast mud glow just like a fast bird and weavers use old love to
shift a brolly to papers

the faceless emperies of a mad mind swivel on a chair: oh, defacing old families ride along hairs and weevillers gather blood
and wiveners slaughter Love and a bed of beans causes dreams to
sleep inside old bloods and hardeners of shovels dig for drains as magical bald hovels rig daisy dogs with pushing pussy-pigs
and eyes may extend a bad finger and cunt cats may use a bad tail

ah, faceless emperies of a sad mind
slice a sea of stairs
and we fall from grace as red mares
ride from county sleep;
and we harden balls with dance-meat.

742.

oo my ole street star shines down upon bedazzling oaks and carving guns: oh, as my mad skin aches then a bone of pins scatters apes
aside doggy bows that rape planets of pulled pines and tapes and hardeners of blind flowers skate across pissing pumice ice and a bed of rice curries mice as
a sugary dauphin stops old glass oo eyes hark to strung harps as haspers under arks
snaps along a blinder of grey ash

oo my ole street star shines down upon gracers of folks made mind-dumb, and a blast of mind-drums drools across sacred horse-peppers
and daddies shape a fever and mammies shape a peering head-mind mirror

hardeners of death dream after a
shadower of sin and spun Meccas.

the hashers of salted haberdashers line cloths with a bedazzler of keying pigs, and we shoot a bun from an eyrie made from fig; and eyes may glow like a glowworm glows
o hashers of sainted eyed lashers drip down from a trundled moon; and crashers
cry, cry, cry

lahh. I awake at the end of day. lahh. I shake after friends of marsh-men; and, o, a miracle in a lost life has to use papers to push piddly peppers under abused basin-blades..
and, uh, hardeners of sweet cars carry vans when lays lap a poppy peep from blinded hands and we drool from blinded hands; and we moan for guns and we ball after graves
and we listen to lost pans. lahh, i poke a punnet inside nude trams. lahh, i choke across planets and a bird at sea loses her need to fly when a
gannet under bees cuts rained seed

oo my old flavas flocked for fandangoes as cars
careered inside bad eggy rainbows
and i must know the rainbow's ebb
and i will learn about the dead or never die?

ah

when mordent with the endlessness of men, i stir a pussy pearl aside nine hands: o when old kids rock for de rose then hands cum entangling me with grey gems
and a hickory brother darns heels with Zen; and once aside my mind, doctorors of jelly-hands seal jammy witches under trackling islands
o my old flavas get flocked under Woman. o my cold razors get bled by faced tears; and a prayer for dummies gets sound-wound with armies
and de death of night cuts flowers from dust; and a seat of powders gun-grabs golden seizures from pepper-pus

when mordent with the endlessness of men i stir my pushy prick-fly under old children and an evil mind-mine swallows infant shit where coded women
wallow inside blue brine; and my cold flavas get flocked under swine-wine and a city's fathers jack green vines and eynes telephone the sides of roped city hens
and, lashed from winding gulls, aspertine swirls easy instant coffee into sweet milks; and trippers of caffeines delve sweet milks
and a baddy of a tea-tale reads for bodies

oo a snatcher in de ride rides inside silk...ooo: a patcher in de wide opens gay silt and the son of gran sits in a steel-chair; and, made lotus, dead Pan under pelt has
a faceless thumb for His moggy spy-glass; and a rodeo in a splintering dolly scatters waxy lips across a sanded masted vile-bedded petrol Venus.

and we hiss across de freezing
and we piss across icy ceilings, and,
O, when masked in bleeders, toffees
clink for china teeth..

743.

and an eyeless eye-tooth snaps coffees and, made bridal, ravishers of tin-pans slide a java onion down de dead. And, ho, metal pinions pee upon shit-slams
and pan america cums from out stools and when mordent with the emptiness of men scissorers snip a porn-valve from a cock of demure bather's gins;
and we are the headpieces of all women and we are the rafflers of sodden hymns and weepers vault hairs under fast gyms
..
la la la..The teasers of teasels get thin..la la la..The feelers of weezels get skinned..la la la..The radios of beezers get spind from a drakedom of ducks and herons
and, ah ah, buttered rilks cry, cry, cry, and emergency bakers butcher de Mind
.
o-hah..o-hah...o-hah... me and i grind
keen mummy cloths inside gas-limes.

whence revolting criminal trees shed dust then a pool of perfumes may well crush lust; oo, a bolted brain-tree badgers after lost dust and a dealer in fast widows rolls under us
and easterly arising tea-stealers rampage for a dunny goofy sea of coffined leaf-tea jacked pealers; and a motelled bunny rider
ram-rages after rummy kids whose fathers get sky-jacked by ignorant mothers; and whence revolting criminal trees shed rusks
then a pool of car-fumes may well cut cups and a mental mint-spy slowly slides a cocker inside a burned slut; and we slop a snickerer under rumblas
and we drop a pickler's ramba with mutts: o. As renal skies shed weed then a templar in bed shines for de Father, and, la la, vaginal slavers shoot mumma

whence revolting criminal bees shed dust then a spool of hot sweet tears weeps rust and a bulger of idiot ices chomp on an english sorbet when stasis
hits to a blinded bruiser of flakey cages

the riders of lost times cry about faces agh, blinders of deaf rhymes cut screwed laces; and we dance for a suede moon where a faisty falon cheek shovels imps from a
daffy of a dubbed cheek; and cheaters of rubbed meats use a rabid raver of a growl radio and ole dumb popular noise eats sleep
and, oozed, ald popular boys raid sleep; and the indigo angels of de navy gun-flower led spine-skeins to lungs; and hammery bread-rakers kill cars
with tatty twirling moggy tarot-cards and lynchers of whirling fountainers slip a cracker of crying keys when calves crap along killed holistic window-panes
..
whence revolting easy kinemas stain all twirly-whorly cyclones under rain swing from a rocked drum; and washed champagne slides a drammer of a soft scrum
directly beneath de sabbath and England and Ireland swims the moon, and Scotland drinks de moon and Welsh gods espy a naked sky-room

as a street of closed dirtyers swigs us
o as sleep dreams for dyers then musk
surely glows just like a tusk
and glow-worms glow just like Israel
and impassioned heroes suck a sail
...
END!

744.

o as we ravel into minds, then we learn to suffer the mad fans of red rain and the darkness under gobs drinks rain and, once crow-sundered,
a lame lamb in Bethlehem cries for blue blousy sex-linen and a beach of lips trickles under Spain and a land of clits
cunt-slathers after diggers of cold trips, and, la la la, mental body-statues rain adown de blue town where women stain a slowing bodice
and as we ravel into times, then we learn to entertain de living wards and here, there is love in our asylums..

the herded wide wirers of red dum-dums rout a rooted sun-fire from gassy lungs and we who are all too young must cum deeply down inside a citadel of soft scum
o a gaggler of pure fire feeds de wrestler-circus o a raggler of pissed tyres sinks a dazzly danger-candle where spires emerge from luminous cathedrals;
and the arch of small deaths tramples tissuers to tall sex when pyres weep for cremated cunt-willow; and, la la, eynes eat into their tears
and, ah ah, swine eats until ill with fear and a babbler inside mumblers head sinks a granite statue inside deifying genius welsh-lead

the herded wide wirers of red dum-dums slinks upon shit-mess as a ship of sons winter-wallops summer shadow with repleters of blue dames and blonde pigs;
and we will glow like a glow-worm glows and we will summon peace from clothes. lo- budded fanny levers lead sex to ashtrays lo- studded pussy leaders fuck ashtrays,
and the sad world of guns glisters for cunny pistols; and old mum glistens for money where cold trades serve tea-and-curd to mental mad maids;
O a dog at sea will fascinate trees
and a marching cat will prey on graves

oo please give my regards to plagues
oo please give my regards to disasters
oo please give my regards to Vagina
oo please knock upon infernal plaster.
..
and tricky dicky darling flowers serry baths with chalk-graves; and, la la, guilty spearing flowers serry beds with feathers;
o once inside kids, daughters send doll men to sleep O! odd tricky dirtying dog hours yap at an owlish moon; and a flock of carrion powers
seal cats in bowers, and a rat of towers terrifies an english cousin with plagues
and, la la, eynes burned?

and trickly dearies drag showers and an eagle in a bath shares gulls with masks; ah a berry bomb darkens flowers and a boy made from glass
shatters under grass; and gases grope for latterday trenches and a balded riders shoots baths
.
oldness under biddies bride us
with blind gods
and a menta deafness hears us
coming back home to land
aside baby and lovely islands

 

745.

and we answer to love's shrouds and we dance upon easy crowds: ah, we weave for wept head-sleep: ah we eat dreamt sleet
and balded snowmen hurl clouds aside burning winter heat while oldness seen at the bodies reap daisy mouth-mounds
and a robber of blood star-sleeps;- O, once a ruddy year i will sharpen my ego then shatter for

wild heads and children indoors..

oddness feeds the thousands; O, coldness feeds a loud oath; and eyes under dripped vegetable cabbage-reeds
will suffer men who eat ribbons; and a boat of meat sinks under surgeons; and oddness feeds the thousands; O
chronic appetites are fed to common girls; and a forced mod mood slurries oats with ingenious carmine venal vein-budders
and old nippies have to move
instantly homeward where buns
feed cakey shits to waiters

the daggerers of two zillion skins don shits and ran for Man. o, shadowers of naked blue skin don lips then choke along bright lambs
and a bed of sheepy mazes ties runnels to ancient daffy shepherd engravers; the daggerers of two zillion pins
will most certainly die for stasis: la la, eyes accuse minds of limbs. ah ha, skies abuse alll dreams and a bedded cruise
sinks an army ferry into butter

oddness under margarine utters
beaded words to endless shutters
and, O, once zillion cold feathers
wash shitters in bird-ponds
and, la, eynes creep from song

uhhh.. easterly arising brother xmas has to fasten men to santa-samba stockings: o easy doom deniers drag after bruised
pleasure cumming, and a bed of christs savours noosed nuded baby drummings and, la la, i canned my man with doddery closers of anancee pig
and oddness raises rhuem from faxing victors while easy bladdery winkly old twig-pig sinks de body-deep under grey kinkers
and easterly arising mother xmas has to adhere female grottos to sad truths about old saint nich dying for a free tinsel gift; and,
oo as vacant baubles burn de Thames then easter-xmas-london will arrive when glad mummified original easter-christmas shouts for gems and
oddballs who dance outside de dance-halls may well jump swung ladies. oh, cold molls who dance inside a baby rock from cocking horse the blind wall
when a prancer of morse melted into answers; but no-one answers
and nobodaddy died long long ago now? oh, come jacking at god's door, cold crowds must lend a babby bone to a funeral and, laid from ruby,
weepers cry sweet tea and reapers of sweet wee swallow up squid's sink and once zillion trees and, lo, oddballs who dance aside de dance-halls may well jump for swinging dairies
and an iced cold mum swims back home where dad-drowners reap guns from sounders of
impishness and cobras on the moon.

come rappling roads with false tyres
a rippler of a toad drives till wet fires
squirt and squelch till mamm's spires
arise from dead skirt; and we cried.

 

 

746.

there is once above my mind a softening story and, o, we speak for loves and, lo, we weep for God's lovies; and a searing tale is now told about baby
la, de queen;'s canary whistles from lobbies and a cagey cuckoo king consults now his sealed headmost scar-hidden brain-wing
la, come rippling at a rose, a budder of springs seasons sodomisers with rectal rings; and a deepener under leaves sinks a dippy dick inside Aladdin's cheese
ah ah a donny owl hoots..ah ah a bunny cowl covers roots; and ease my head into de cervix and, o, there is once above my mind a whisperer
who, cut from sound, hisses for tearoom Hitlers and a sodden sailed tale must be told about witches, wives and feline molds and, uh uh, a bodice undersands rolls a
sainted sausage thumb in a street star..la la, i account for lungs..la la, i account for guns; and my star slips greying carkeys under dead Mars
la, come ramming with a rose, a bus in winds plies easy digital hire from buzzy limbs and we fall from a coach and we fall from a roach
and we drive a lorry till death gets spind by blue survivors and webby coats
and grey doctors are hereby slaughtered by time's eagled terminal hospital time-mind-bomb; and an evil sun-gun hereby murders time's
sea-gulled mind-bomb and, la la, my bedded son fazes for time's crazy easy mum and, ahh, a forking sad father's whine
weeps till reason dies
..
O give my soft regards to english vines. O give my hard regards to british swings and, always forever, please forget spind babby-winds
O when a Hippogryph and cups of tea murder milky sex for you and me then the slaughters in the yard kill me and, la la, once aside a crime, dreams
sallied roman rain with mulish screams. O, when a Hippogryph and a cuppa siren after coffee-lyon-whispers then old bod will surely eat himself

oo when a phonal laugh licks health
then the oaks of children
must bend pokes beneath women
and a bath at sea
gathers rafts from bees; and old men
may well gasp where focal fleas
get shoved

oo when a Hippogryph and a sip of wee murders satans with squid mesh then a braid of battered beef-burger-pigs silences grunted violence; and old trees
fellow reeds with rushing sapphires and we all know that death has samphires
.
o, as we sail from country heat, then
odes to bitten nunneries
may well turn to lust; and crowded men
swing from pear trees
and lazy crazy fishy men
angle after stinking mermen; and bees
bleed ole honey hives to death
and a bed in a neck
gets strangled by doomy diners when
sex gets wrecked
.
once along a bad rhyme, a cup of men hastened to a wild eastern beat;
and men go reeling in the East
and hens go gathering heaven's beasts
and skins go gathering the teas
and gyms go ravelling under timed
baby heaps.

747.

o pray shine long harvest moon o let timed song blind a frontroom with lunacy and dazzler boys; o pray shine long harvest moon and, la, once hurled awake, gloom
may well leap inside a draped darkened dicken's tomb,
o pray shine on and on harvest moon and a chapper of a goose gal gropes for meat when grey gall grasps to a fairy neck: oh, pray shine long harvest dick
o come let song cut field-nips and may love's mind, bombed,

sail across the sea and the sun...
oo pray shine forever, lady gun..

the easy dead seem all right and the mien in bed seem all right whilst the easter-christmas choir-girls who chat all yuletide night hiss for curtains and jewelry;
and me and madam Mad ignite arson cowls with margarines: o easy diamonds seem all right: la, the sirens in screams feed life with herring bones and
o we sail across wild seas when reptiles gather snakes for children, and mad cousins to drakes send a twister of a killer at worlds-end
and macadams under ulcer-men bend seesaws with vulva-veils; and a coward at dead of sex-light layers cagey crayons with wrens and dummy warring bathers blend
gun-moulinex aside river-bends and, lo, this is where rivers end?

o pray shine long harvest moon. o sacrifice song to blinded rooms. o cum uplift my son to deadliness. o cum kiss love's thumbs as ruins
ram a doctored flower under necks and, o-la, come blast the decks of funereal writhers and, o-ha-ha; come flay lovers
with dairy lungs and bunny lawyers and the daddy spine at high sea has to grab a deli from an eaten shoe and, la la, a rocky fabler uses nudes
to extemporise skinny waders
,,
as oozers shed spun sin then a
scissorer of Caesars kills labia
with campus sex-craps. ahhh!

hoh hoh- xmas deacons bless festivities and the apple claws of de feline holy father layers deniers of flavas with honeying blue festivities
and, o, as mindless voices cut families
then today's deacons die

as oozers swirl for liquid midnights then fawny telephones layer bright comic owls
and a sonic wall falls, falls, falls
and a conic stall sells buns to molls

O

hoh ah-o xmas deacons dress mean trees and a mousing christmas mamma melds teasy tinsels under diry cat-leaves and a blade of feathers
fellows chicks with leathers and as oozers whirl for mad life, heathers are fed to dunny bled girls; and i give in to dead girls
and i weep till blue times die.

 

748.

ho hohh as mother xmas cries for lies then a father christian blesses codal blue eyes; and a vault of glass summons sirens from wiped masts
and sin knows of a masted clasp, and a dog under stains rains across red stains; and as we sail five false cities then
we will nails false criers when a vamped cross lies under tea and, la la, teasels sunder peed
blazer-blocks

O

ho ho ooo xmas easters harry for hoodlums of yuletide fairy sisters; and a head of hands lams xmas-kissers; and kids cry for lost walls
ho ho oo, as we wail for mistetoes, halls lam-pack emptied rooms with loud gifts for maddening kids and a robin hisses for its own red breast
ho ho Ah easter xmas eats dolls and a robot on a short lead cries till santa-samba takes to bed.

o abed with the nightly dreamers, i jacked all of my faces from wet screams and a boy at sea enters lice under blue streams
and a wader of misery washes lapped babyish kiddy waters and a golden proctor blesses snapped poppy tears

o abed with the nightly dreamers, i jacked all de almighty's washed socks and eyers under mashed body-cocks are fed to piggy vales

ho ho ha!! menfolks scatter pearls aside drawlers whose jasmine swirls to darkly daggering dolted rat-girls and we weep as we bolt cold grails
o a laden loop of a concrete garden washes ash in rainbows ..ahh, a fader of a stone rocks crows and weeders of star-shows
swallow easy rest and, la la, as timeless clothes close a naked boy in a wreck

ho ha ha, heapers of Israel will supper for a angel God, and a tree of sandals uses hills and ingenious dolls will fill
all veins and all true hearts and o a laden hoop of a female garlander dribbles wax where fishers fish after fishy nests and mirrors

diners who dine in the pitched dark
hereby summon deaths from barks
and a ship of self-sex
swims adown dogs and T Rex
and slowly returning dinosaurs
dance, dance
La La..

diners who dine in the darkness rap
a coda thumb on a lost car,
and a skulling bleeder must snap
windy baptisms and sex-scars
La La..

ho ho easter xmas eats Mars
ho ha easter christmas eats cards
and daddies dine like a beast
and closed trains open meats
and turkey goose pork stuffings
La La..

endlessness uses sex as ceilings
show paper chains and killings.

749.

o a laden sea-prison locks aside stars and imprisomed stars look down, and a cell at sea scars cloudy clowns, and a laden sea-mirror shines for stars
and demonic fathers sleep for cars and, o, a laden sea-cell roots after calves and easy depleters of rich curves sink a glaucous tit in a blackbird
and, la la, as slitters don cards for love's unfair arcana then a fasting vagina may well store delis in cruel wet scores, and a balder of a dummy dock sells
candified confectionaries to Hell and the scum at night who enstink hired heels in a female bell staggers after essential sex-spells
and a babbler in a wide sun sears hocus-crocus slides with dartling damager's thighs, and wigs get shoved down veins
and a sparrowed sound entertains redoublers of pins and grids; and a laden peace-fire lops kiddies as a felon under paper tyres
cat-strangles peerers of steeplers and spire-fires; and pirouhettes blind briars and ivied oaky ancient elms wank upon hollies and kilns,
and samphires get filmed
..
o a laden sea-prison hooks stars
and broadening stars look down
and weedlers must leave town
.
Uhh... instantaneous river-men ride unto death's skin. oh, a carter of shiver-men arise unto death's din, and a model female pirate sails a drunken ship
and a motel eyed sail scales a rig of pigs that launches red hail and instantaneous river-men ride aside death's doorways when a smatterer of killer-hens fry eggy wards; and
a bedtime of slipped caved clitters comes sucking sweat from eaters of sea-slammers; and, oo, a holiday in de cosmos
layers drugs with boned cut moss. o-la, a laden peace-fire cremates de grave and pipers of secret rain cuts the songs of loss and, la la, large city tuna gals swim after drams
and, la la, hard city spooner worlds whirr aside models whose pundenda hurls a baited billy bridler with knotted sperm-strands
..
instantaneous river-men ride unto death's skin..ah, a pursing pisser has to drink to closed spring and a naked bled heart hisses to de dead skirt of oaths and onions
and, la la, tarted ruiners of clothes use darts to dig blorted arrows under dolters of farts
.
o-la, a laden peace-mire cremates de grave and lighters of napalm nunneries slink for god's Vietnam-burns where a dallier of babies blinks closed tides from eyers of dyed rubies
o-la, baited dilly chicken carries curders where
massive duck-attacks teem with hairs

and, laced, as we slide, then a hostel-scare scurries under cat-wives; and, cased, as we writhe, then hotel-air scurries under rat-brides
and a bleeded blind bat taunts the live and a rended mind-hat molds old cries from a cattler of a pet-cave which rides aside all men, all sin and all dead wives
..
instantaneous seizure-men drink fitters and, as candies cry then eastern pickers plunge epilepsy into stormed sky-fitters and savoury moon-phlegm picks ticklers
and ivory white-skin snappers for rippers and daughterers extend a shadow slaughter to strippers and eyers of meat shows
sunder soapy suds with spudded crows; and as splendid dunny oestrogen cuts snow-cells then dammy gummy weevil gems may well suck a spider from germs; O!
daddied dulled grannnies kill de roses, and a slam of babies hooks red crows forever and eternal. 

 

750.

o-la-la, a lesbian flower-grove glows o-la-la, a thespian sun-show flows from easterly arising statues that end suns for babby beakers that smell in a child's claw
and an evil draper damages soap-shakers with old capers; and a bone on the moon sugars a drone when, after afternoon, weepers wept for fakers
and instantaneous seizure-men cut spoons and fitters of grande gins suck fitting temporal bed-lobes; and me and a mental-malingerer swoon
against bruisers of glades and tombs and whippers of whipping boys move
way, way back home where sin grooves; and the adders of lady jesus hip to a crossed pepilepsy beat whilst addlers of baby bone-lip suppers after news where the shooted heat
hisses like a dispossessed venal television; and the son of arks raises sex from lemon; and the moon of massed hearts
swallows limbs from carts. o adders of lady jesus hip to a crossed stella-heap and meddlers of bony blood-judas star-jam stars with softening guilty Jobe
and, la la, idol Juno sink penises under robes and addlers of honey men weep from de dairy rose. ah, fashioners of money men accuse de rose
of daggering after slavers and evil tides. ooo, a bed of marks causes sands to writhe for slaggy saint joan; and a belt of stone shovel waterers under
cloners of grave stones..ah ah ah..i have seen a son of Pan dropping Martian coffee bars and, hah, i have spotted eagle-rams with neutered spies of spires and sedans
and a waker of blonde drams bedraggle icers with blown blowy grans and me and a female rival loop a lazy locket under coded demisal; and a bed under pleats
plays pleasures with vaginal sheets and a bounder of castle-keeps swaggers after spermed adders as timeless easels sit adown to paint a town of seagulls

a pisser in a phlange peers inside skulls. oo, a hisser in a pram wheels for skulls. ahh, a picker in a tram pays for drills and a napper in a scram feeds off drills
and dummy dead Aladdin rubs his frills and weepers shed blind tears for culled gashy grassy canonised grey gulls as addlers of lady judas star-hang life
pullers of baby judas christ-hang lights; and, oo, when we turn aside false light then a dunny digital VD will use spread slice-life to poke out dun surrender in eyed loped spools
and, uh, i saw america come from stools; and, luh, i swore for car americana; and, ah, my petrol head burns up, up and, ladied, we turn a petrol face to rules
and we ignite the flexes of de enemy. And, well-found within a glass levee, glassy eye-mules came walking just like a donkey god; and a skein of decorus bum-pus
flew for noosed cradles and skeltering prism-Loves shelter now death and its clothed cremative mind-hearses; and eaters of slitherers use force
and reapers of pinioners use gorse to silence spind sin with sex sauce
.
oo here and now, i hear de silence.

wow, what with flowers in the east i, idealised, must empower dirt peace, and, slaved, i see inside the pluperfect flower-glass; and, lo, idealised, i blind aside peace
and a local dresser slashes a bleeded desk, and a locum to pressure wrecks de fired hitlered apocalyptic great beast
and the focal intimation in a far-off town tethers bloods to blowing clowns and, la la, when once a city's sounds layers radio with sore kids
then a radio under stored kids slammers a tweeter on a whoofered blinding deafeners root to digs

wow, what with flowers in the past spreading leaves, then culling green markersons get to drop gunners from a fazed face. wow, what with flowers in the east
i, fed to pigs, peck aside christs for daisy yeasts and a daddy baker in the west swivels under failures, and the bodies of de hour compress
naked naughty babies under crests and a heralded blown star cooks after sins where radio calves
moo while drowning cars

wow, what with flowers in the east i flexed my bed and rode unto a spastic warren where killing beasts damaged love's cancer with scarred
daddy wheels and mental fevers flash for marred

nippies; and bladderers get tarred
by madam macadam and misfitted parrot-mirrors
OOO..

 

 

751.

wow, this dumb earth seems wide: o my stunned birth was caught in wild wool where a bathtub of spin wind span to a dead vault;
and Orion spreaded salt and onion-men shedded colts and evening died for grey bolts
wow, this dumb earth seems wide. o my scrummy birth snapped across teeth when lies loaded my soul with hurt sides; and a bony believer cuts sides
and menfolk have nice eyes and nippies, advanced, milk minds from a nut-raid; and a draggler stones sweet wines and weepers wash reaped vines.
under roses and stony star-blinds and eaters of phantastic writhers feed flatteners to easy riders; o as eyers shake
then a pond inside a drake shapes a laser-shaver from lovers; and a slowered bedside
causes fatal wank and nippies, advanced, milk us while lidders under dancers busk after spastic choirs; and lust cries inside a loose chapel;
and mad men on de moon sink moon-dust into apples

eaters of phantastic writhers feed dead sleep to red liars; and a ghost of a holy fevers chants an emptied mantra. la la, as we get caged for
appled chisel-pineapple, then wards will surely entertain fires and dancers dream of swards
and, uh, the bodyers of bethlem loosen easy ties as my headmost sea of germ-gem has come now to genoa and green eyes
and, la la, a dollar in a fen fashions fascinations from english pens and we weedler after song-men and we finger after easy cunt-dens
and, oo, we listen to a guilty lens.. la la, eaters of phantastic feverfews slash coded Africa-Tunis-India with city-crews; and a budder of a sea spine
slammers a shaker of sex with friends but all god's true friends are dead?
and the bodyers of bethlehem eat old tripped wiped sky and i abused my mind-mandala; and i accused my song-mind of moggy musical lies
but sentinels, here and now, swipe gardens from roma sea-crowds and eaters of teary starry cafe-towns

drop de fucking crashing parapets.

the daisied draggler at the front-door sizzles after scribes the night lets in. o wheezy caverners cage men in a gemma of a genoa gym,
and the wives of March abuse sin and the brides of art paint gold-gore.
the bodyers of bethlem eat from claws. o the belliers of bell-men lift drawers downstairs and a cabinet skirtive girl-chiller
lasers after swivellers; and nippers nap in a napsack; and a rap of pure fire shoots killers; and, ah, daisied gagglers rock hearted
billy-can pissers of cardial wasted bellying purplered perfected tepid old-maid fanny stink
and a wife of Zen prays for kinks and a knife for Men accuse England-Tunis-Africa-Spanish of filling Irish glamour with dark God
and, la la, as diamonds sell out, then a titty treat of a mind-shout will swash withm curvy wheys dad's hill and my mam left for dead daisies
and a cunted pooler of bled dairies

swallow sense when piss moves,

ices under blurred pans chill salts with sweeties. o faces under vast hands money-infect poor diners with easy wigwams and the sea at night
raps a naked gasmask round kind midnights and, la la, seven oceans now change for stands and standardising lotions bathe the boys of sand

ices under blurred pan chills sweets with laves
la la, a seizured grande mal mad bo
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
beneath a bluesy river
and sofa-sorbets drop stink along a moon-scissor

752.

oo heapy jeery jammy gassy glory grits on dusters; 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 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; and these burning days where a helter-skelter mind-moon has to grind daffy seed down to dust must
rotate across 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 cunny-starchy 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
aahh ..

a peering margarine mind gets spread sky-high. laah, fearing fanny jeans grind gas from sun-slides; and a boy at sea
answers to sex for you and me, and a dizzy damseller drops to her dirt-knee, and babby diamond listens to me while
ices under gannets storms a patient moon o Isis under dragnets storms a fatal tomb; and a gassy god-ghost
comes shrilling at lost palls under stoats; and, la la, weavers of Anancee spin torrid smiles from black-coffee-webs

a jeering submarine mind gets dead sky-high. ah, a piercing piece of bread hisses for dragons when a gasher lost abed
hastens to a blonde meadow and a bed of wheat hardens coded sparrows; and, la la, rolled pigeon rain rocks de gallows
and ices under gannets storm a patient sorbet-sex-shrinking dev minds. o faces under fished nets fish after lime
and a weeviller of green shadow cast a shadow cab across castled grimes; and a weeper who cries itself to death
hits to a gite where frenchies kiss mines and gilders of hair dig for neon ruins.
O, the foxes on a moon vixen ride rides from a daddy of skewered dirt, disease and chopped sex; and we weep for Eden
and we hurl stones at reason; and sex gets chucked now down a sane heart

a peering mandolin mind fears hurt; o a fizzling fondant nurse accuses a bedded gem of lifiting skirt and a boner in a lemon bat
slashes for stoners of dizzy cat; and eyers of faces rip a tawny tongue and jeerers of stasis stamp upon England's
neckless American drawl..

the uplifting head is made: old galls jostle for wax when a babby's fall thumbs a molded fried fantasy from tall arm-raping noddy sex-walls
and a televisual hermit cuts up malls and a vampire under nuts cuts cauls
..
o, periscoped for blinding girl-givers
stinks a pissy piner into junky geezers
and a waxen shawl
drops a crow across a bed of balled
madam graves; and we listen to tweezers
and we caress mummy stingers
and we dance till the death gets done.

753.

loh, as i drop some fissures into water i am, at once, struck dead by tears; lo as i shoot caked lungs, then warders cum nippling at my bedless mind-cells
and a bed of guns murder heads with scum-suns and a poker of denial sucks a sex-bell as men, melted, massively desert-fathers
lo a diddly fete in a hospice-traipse has to helter after hostels and rhymers and a damager of snakes gets stockinged ladders with kid-capes
and a melter in a blithe cage steps to meat; and a fastener of limes anoints kebabed liver-doners.
lo as i drop some fissures into torpor then i arise to see a torturer under torpor cunt-casing caddy kidders with blinders of weepy skies; O, torture
sinks fatal snakes adown fanny killers and masoners are fed to a canny cage where a family under kissers
swings to de slaughtered hour

ahh the queen's keen canary cuddles a diner who dines in the dark. ahh the duke's easy family uses carts to draggle postmodern roads with hearts;
and a boncing breeder of cunt-marks are bled to timeless death where parks lead a bendy bodice to a sea of post-natal horse-sharks;
and we sharpen as we flow and we glisten as men crow; and i will sing again about madam Cheerio and, lammed, i will sweat for cherried
choker-cranes; and i will sing about father shakespeare and i will stop veins

dead...

the carmine caresses of loud men come jarring under noise: o, eaters of grey fretters affix a tangy town to mindless letters and the public in my heart rip away butters with netters
and, la la, blinded sky-darts sky-write words about peppers and, la la, an idiot named Kippers sinks his drawling fanny hive from deaths and dead lepers
and, ah, a case in a shot cunt crusades for mace when a dreamer of dust junks is waylaid by standards when cosmic dirtied musk eats fish

oo carmine caresses of proud hens come jarring under boys o, eaters of grey dressers transfix doom deniers with blithe bolts which strap ole toys
under passengers of murdered presses and a skirt in de Nile appears hot with tresses and a cut in a dial telephones reflections with wide horses
and, la la, virginal shitted cock-crams cry, cry, cry; and saviours of sock-slams season edams; and colonel penis cums spurting seed at a lost door.

where angellers suck on an infant transfer, aspic whores moon-ride until the very beery blades of an urban bed-warf loops a candy carousel about teeny trades that leads curves
under magical muck when a familial freeker fashions birds from coffee-woven giddy gossamers and a retching oven hides porn inside a stoving fever when
ladying lazy-onions ride aside daffy swarms

o carmine countessas trip for soft nights when pee-men
slash against hanging radio carpets- oo, gold mien
idolise a venal cock orange sent gassing Leda when a
cursive renal cunt lozenge shaves massed fanny clean

Ahhhhh.

the diggers of watery waferers stick nine twigs in love's eyes. o odd hitlers under guff eat massive murder-zippers; and, la la, nine snakes reel by
and a dogger of a darling rides aside a blonded city wife while the dizziness of rainy faces hold cuts to the fodders of fatalists cut
bosom-muck, and the attics of fuck suck blonded baby buntings

the doggers of watey wiffeners
scatters steady leaves
and sad bods will always lead
a daddy boy to dead need

a carmine county has to stalk
blithe boats with corks
and corks will blow
and salt will slow
right down; and a sea of crows
slashes under wine

the dizziness of faces holds us
darkly down in a neon show
and a sea of kids
glow like glowworms and dust
cries for steeples

a carmine country has to stalk
blithe boats and dyed me

754.

o when easy hymen-chewers swallow false glass then a pulse of grass beats for ladies; o when easy chemic chewers swallow false gas
then a pulse of bodies must rock a cooked drum and the dizziness of grey guns shoots a feinted moon and and deadliness sharpens suns
and labial fazers send carved cabins to cut sleep; and oozers ooze lost meat for vented blowers of bedded men
gamble on fuck eaters of shredded men butter money-nuts; and a honey doctor slashes under fire and the dead know best.

a carmine fount-head rests glass upon tums and a glotted eye-fern scatters grey seed; and we weep for need as and we sleep for seed

o the dead know best
o the babies wreck
all fascinating cradles
and beds get spurned
by heated cunt-fire
Oh

candlers crave communions. la la, candiers craze sedition. la la, bodiers rage for missions and dumb christs cave in and a deadness succours wind
and nine cheeked winds spin under daughter-tyres whilst fires get trembling for pyre-shakers of shavermen and, lammed, rammy pokey razors under gems
and germy wheaty men supper for wives and oceania cusses knives

candlers craze communions as candiers raise mutton from milk; and weeders cut applers from easy eastern wode; and a kindling sill reaps cloves
and a digger of drills
drinks to the livid hills

Ahhh

butterers of basements battle for eastern feline walls. o cutters of chicken twine tie a cock to footballs; and an easy head hits dance-halls
;bled natrons build tonsured wynds. ha, mad waldrons cry for laughter and a bashing beard wags like naked kings and a lashing weir
washes hives in slashed gear and butterers of butter-ball basements battle for western canine cockerel drawl
and a ferine kid suppers for bawling native tears and eaters of pactive wards

seizes mad boys from asylum

maddeners of manic trampoliners jump from a spastic mine. o we dig for tantric mental killers, and we lead plastic minds to a
bad river when sunsets carve a lunar bint of bitter from grey cars, and needlers shiver for gay stars

bedded glued organs summon us. oh, we dig for tartrazines and we weeble for web-slitted slagazines; and we whistle down choppers
and we use a cherry cell to swell maddeners of manic trampoliners from de jacking Master's idle sea of holy failures
and a bark at sea spreads waves and a shark of sleeves
silences ghosts with bible-riddlers
and a host of bone

grins for flax when lost Rome
gets new paint and new stone

755.

when blurred of brain, an idol on a cliff drops its fallen shadow; and a sky of gripe gets fed to baby-ruin; and a deep sky-kite crashes for a caseful of sylvan christs
and we swagger for mikes and we stagger after lights and selves turn off midnights

la la, the xmas bells ring for thunder la la, bluesers don hymns la la, cold cadavar trapping suns storm spind bladder wind; and a focal stranger strangles fathers
o when blurred of mind, a pig on a cliff drops to the sodden earth; and metalled ashen births brag, brag,
and evening cartoons shine and ceilings, in tombs fall aside minds

la la, the xmas bell rings for thunder. la la, accusers of deceiving lovers loosen colted kiosks where grabblers grapple with a hemmed
dead owl and, ooo, some use the owl to fray their farces others, moved, spit upon radioed shoe-laces
and a bed of mites sucks upon bread and, star-swarded, as music dies, the stirrers of blinded gallered dead gallery-guys swipe some gel then feed thighs
and i espy a candle in the thighs; and i i arise just like a murdered phoenix: oh, i writhe and writhe and, la la, i ride from endlessness
and eyes seize my motorway mum and a sea on sunday loosens soft mummas while a bone of pure grit answers to a female slit; O, lips
moon-licker for germy spy-slits

o some use the owl to fray their farces others, nude, pose for painted spaces; and an oily mind-moon vixen sallows heaven's teeth with miction and
i arise just like a murdered chill. la la, whence apiaries burn, then wide estranging roman bee-bearded beer-hearses
will glide from county sleep when stopped eyes weep for sullen failed horses;
and i arise from an eggshelled rose and i connive to don lost clothes and i arrive to find a sea of toes come dangling easy drowners;
and mad skin watches over toads and sad spind voices hack a wife of hoists when forces
flay at a floamed beat
la la la, la..

i overturned doom denial to find a pottery picture standing on a wall, and fainters of Israel slam a live god under netted malls and a sea at sleep
dreams about sunken jeeps when a collicle of faces fashions masturbating heart-hens from netted beaks and sticky mushroom tendons
ah ah, eynes are led to voces when drunken dartlings shoot blue fens, and me and history's old drowning mermaid mentalis knocks on blood-letters
and, ah, some knotted sperm sends onanists to filthy acrid comers of prehistories and writher fellahs;
and these dirty days when i rend a vase-grasped daughter from red Mars hacks aside maskers and bellymen who cry for razors
are hereby sent to pushers of day and all day is clasped in night and all riders ride aside a glue-grave ahhh a perfumer of brides
grabs basketfuls of snakes from naves
..
when Andromeda is linked with Adam
then a starry seal
will certainly trickle down cottons
and a laden mien ravels into buttoned
blowers of weals which reel Madams
under green lakes
and, la la la, i lashed my lost garden
to eynes of strangers
and my scented ranger hits labia
with twinnted dolts that sky-flava
satyrs with dread colts and readers

ahhh we will fit till our heads die.
ahhh we shall slitter under tribes. 

 

756.

these barny bollocked days where i shave chock-clean of bearded diamonds, eyes have appeared to erase everything
o ha, i have strapped my hands across rings; and now i have severed lost slaves and a mum at sea severs sex from skin and a barn of bolts beavers after spind sins
oo, these barny bollocked days where i shave cock-clean of beaded serums, life's fast eynes have appeared to appraise a garden of snake-salt
and a bed full of snails slides across vaults and a room of trails searches after a naked trackers's scenes and weird scenes full christ's gold mind

these barny bollocked days where i shaved for rigid lime, minds have appeared to erase every single shaven goddamned thing,
and a plectrum in a sail flies along sex-strays, and a bed of night rinses dreams in mikes and we turn up the vocal gravel
and we storm a focal faceless gavel which bangs to a dizzy familial beat; and a bitch will come back home to unwind and a dolly taught with Which has to grind
dummy ringlets from bacon-rind. oo i hurl breadsticks into my backyard oo i curl red lip to bacon-meadows; and a bun of glass shines in a hard car
and a star of masks serries cherry-castes with porn-casks and, la la, tawny weavers don clasps and, la lo, buzzy drivers stun grey flasks.

these barny bow-blocked days when i sea-strangle hoops with renal wives will surely slowly decline under blued gates that open inside sad thunder
and a vocal violin fiddles under naked bins and a hotel under spun skins swallows tattoos from fatal baby-gins
..
and, o-hoh, as the songs of swallows raid a ruined strip then, wrenched, the swinging willlows slide a splicer inside bright tits and a rivener of rafts collects minnows
and minnows get fed to blue lips and, Oh,- as venal champagne tips us then slayed specimens will hit us, and an ovaline orchid under cunt-pus gets
pushered under pally porny pictures where crust marries silly mixtures to grey gusts and five winds blow and all winds will crack their cheeks
and all mad men will certainly run back home to find hills falling from vacant clothed disappearing founted mountains and, la la la, i pissed upon a barge
and, ah ah ah, ghosts peed on trains while the ravenous buttercups in grained captured whe collected butterfly cars raise summer robotics from losing stars and
conical stars look down aside seasands; and a birdy nested vaginal factory has nothing at all to gas
and, oo, we see arise a cell of mashed body brailles. Oh,- the filthy bells may ring aside a blind snaked lake
o, easy bells may swing aside a freezing mind gate; and a minor city's fate fellows eyes with stringed godly geezers

the filthy bells may sing
aside a blind skate
o, peasy bells must rape
granular statues
and madam macadam
treads deer under lubes

and dead pets flower?

dead vets heal the thousand and lord jesus incarnate as a slowworm sweet pet peer into lizard-debts; and a sun at sea star-pecks
easy impassionatas and a doggy on a lost wooden cabineted cold shore sinks eyries under moggy pissy poesy pearlered eye-wards
ah. once aside a spine, ladies deliberately used rubies to sign a signal sexed ladder and de kids on de moon move sirens to killer sleep;
and eynes erase blind-sleep
ah

dead vets heal the thousand. ahh, sweaters kill vests and one million perverts snap a gun across sea-sounds and grey wizards cry forever

more?

!!
uh

 

 

757.

the easy times inside blown bibles entertains a holy mask. o, ideal minds ride aside candlers and mad tangerine madams shoot sandals
and coded pissers sing and romantic buddhas spin beneath shadowers of spun swings and dead vets heal the thousand as
miraculous divas spread cum-gas and a volted sea-plug switches de light to dizzy pasts
o, the easy times inside blown brides entertain a holy masked belly venus; and cookers of penis shed eyes
deeply down, where sex dies; and dead vets cure one million hens. la la, red wrecks signal loud laughter where hens lay shitted egg; and daddy gems
dream of Eden and we race down to sand-gems and we rush across lips.

the easy times inside gluers stick a penile fount to a sunken heated wax-cooker; and bodiers of mouths use picks
and a babier of mouths drags teas from coded dead drips, and christs hit god's cobblered reflexive moggy knees; and the names of hearts use ken to sink cocked smells
under hosy pantie-sheaths; and a bath of pure blood star-swum at sea centres sex from selfless bees
and mad captains sing for

infant spunkings and whores

de ivories of mamma are fed to refluxive pigs who oinks for Waterloo and swedish funk-loos; and a newspaperer peers under peppers and de ivories of dada are fed to
reflective kids who laugh at poos, and posers pee on nudes?
O, deadly boy-bends bake cruised soldier-eaters and dumb diaries get slaughtered by rectal killers, and a bud at sea shelters selves under green teas
and weaselers ram mad leaves under coppices and old trees and jolters jack Islam and peas feed godhead to fevers and golden dirt-christs sever
all cots and all lost feathers; and fishers of mirrors see a bladderer of sky-jacking sky-writted eye-worlded killers seize
a grey day where evil smellers strip stars from tonsured losers while venal vaginal tapestries try to summon bone from bayeux wool-wynds; O, truths
may well lead to lies and canters of bread feed sky, and Abaddon seizes rolled wives. ah, eynes blink for sex when nudes
snapper a god about a father

under coppices and old trees ideal women sweat gold; and seeds scatter sperm jellies aside wives at the bodies; and a bed of perms
sheds ferny leads aside babbies and we weevil after silence
..
venal virginial faders feel for daddy moon. lo lo, dodgers of runes sing for even evenings that swoon after dirtied morning rings and a blindness jacks gyms

under coppices and oak trees
ideal pussy-pans boil bled briefs
and an eater of de world
enemises hermetics with gals
and, ha ha, whilst wolves fall,
then musical flavourers sprawl

and then play at being dead.

i will lay me down in hot vaginal sheets. la la, i will raid my town and, uh, as heroes pray about crones then mad skulls will break forever
and, made ashen, i deal rapes to a killer river where stupid female cars get crushed by evil men and, ah, i will lay me down where sleep
sunders a boned cruise; and i will lay me down in soft virginity as me and my vinegar-rolling sting of a sex-eye will feed coy sopped wheat
and field under a penile cruise must paste a canny cunnier to alien musk; and a dunny beaver boy slit-slides a heady cheese aside lust
and the cystic face that feeds boys may well moisten men with dusk

i will lay thee down in shot pinker-meat..la la, i wil use light tapes to record sleep; and a body underground engallows baby vibes with fairy nooses
sounds; and a rapid roll-rodeo slaps a digital shadow across wastegrounds while impossible madam mallow and me and my favourite car drowns
beneath cunted beds where de town tramples lunar burstives into round thrasonic theatre-muses; and a flailing flytower drops thrustive stations
under sonar burstive dramatical weedies; and youthdom and massive dweebs drag sodden silence for grey sleeved
giddy babby-rock

O, me and mental fireworks receive
a word of hell from de less deceived
and as a daddy claims growl radios
then busy braggarts will dourly read
eaten xmas bibles to farted sex-seed

ah ah ah uhhhh...

758.

the whirling world outside love's windows cherishes balls of widowed wines; ah ah, a city's mind censors god's shadow; and a bell of veins
knells the funeral tocsins of de hour and we take some pears and shape pear-cake, and we soften raisins with incarnate grapes
and a vase of seasons smashes; and a sea of treason drapes dust with distant booby gardens and, o, me and mental fireworks deceive lust
o, sad joys and menstriua spirals sea-suss a gabby of a gabbling field; and eaters of wigwams dream of reeled ingenious blue-love
and, oo, as we swim for screams then a melter of a sun-quim swashes eager hands inside lardy limbs and a dobbler of spun winds
loosens heaven's cheeks with lost hymns.

the whirling world outside love's window perishes into periscopes and a baby man uses a female pram to cut-abuse all stations with sterero glues;
and me and gems are breaking through to naked huge swum cars and a gigantic mum-star shoots dead Mars; and we issue incesters where
easings of penis etchings defuse spares
/
the jazzy natural boys who perm prayer mind-sidle under perfuming body-air; and weevers weave for greying prayer and reevers raise salts from puss-chairs
and i under eyes gets wound in de mummy cloths and, la la, a sallower of sliced moths sink a gallower inside bended behemoths and grappling peahens push upon cemeteries
la la, snappers crush de sun and, robed, a dress in a gun star-buries sizzlers of reason aside ald choked cherries; and a lunar burster carries cranes where
a doodler of a father separates his wife from air; and a sunny heist loses beers to snares and a mammy mind-brother
muscles under wined mushers..

the jazzy natural boys who perm smoking players dig prehistoric pavers under worm-waders; and a lounging fitting head lounges under seizure-bread
and a phantasm in a castle ruins razors with radioed walrus-glass; and ideal poesy pissy pasts peer into salts where a naked english mirror
yells adown the binded bibles of the breath; and, ah ha, a binary of eagle-rivals snacks upon panting spirals; and a reaper of cunting idols
layer pissy pacers with dodgy kids who lever a dunny searer up, up high and, made-up from sluts, a serial sky washes naked figures in figgy rainbows.

and, la la, me and my poem-world hasten to robbers of blown life-crows; and, la la, as eyes wet my deaf-blind bed then haspers of the periscoping dead shed
silent salt seed across purplers of spread pulley plebs; and mental sapphires dig for sex-samphires and easy budder-bread
sinks evil butters under jammy marg-lead cruel cretaceous creatures of de dead
marmalise rain and metal illings; and rolled nuts mete cunta cuts to a shaven pistolled ceiling where odd wet-beds bellow up from blithe night-clothes and,
once painted with lithe begging a native vagrant on a false side-street lashes lashwide guns with carded vines and snails under cribs
and the eyes of parks dance in de blinded deafening dark; and a walrus on a regal prowl marks gaddy fiddly mamma moon with darts

the jazzy natural boys who peel razors
ram a doggy dummy down red rinds
o-la, a glass cervix on its road to pizzas
swallows glum lads frrom roman pisa
and a pigeon in a glass
feeds lemon friends to banging Caesar
and, la la la, as i open pegs into rizla
then oaken ashen waxy window-scissor
sinks a berry-boy under
practical sex and lesbotic thunder
.
tut-tut-tutter
tut-tut-tutter uh uh uh
tit tatter tune tripper
o when we awake, we'll be in Mars. 

 

759. A DELICATE EASY BEERY CUNT OF A FREE POEM. 

o i get happily strangled by my saline mind
o eyes bleed
and my naked vinegar neckties receive
latent postcard from the less deceived
and a vault of phlegm
swaggers adown pigeons
and a wader under bitumen
cums slicing clams from old dried women,
and i get happily strangled by my saline mind
lo, minds heave
o, wives cleave swamped seed
and a dangler of a bled human
snaps a gutterer of gals who swat fly-feed
and, la la, eynes change to hit god's sleaze
and i am led to believe in bodies
and i am led to relieve sweet bobbies
and as veins shit upon jugular waves
then sodden farmers will weep for graves
o i get happily strangled by my saline mind
ahh hot ghosts sneeze
and a bunny in the dark abuses its theme-park
and, la la la, mental Abbadon
gets greased by triton mien and gardened
body blinds...
o i get giddily strangled by easter on de rise
o eyes get evilly mangled
and a bowl of sucrose swallows xmas lies
and a soul of modems
digitally telephonea the sun
and a weeper of slow-zen unites lies
with the interfusers of Hector and Adromeda's
easy model ride
and easy motel evenings teeter as they cross
a dollar of a reeling
ideal bandaged strings
and a baby's ceilings give way to Titan's back
and red mummy's clothings
get wound when the children's cloths are wound
la la la,
once upon a mind in a matrix made from ferns
i saw a sullen maker feeding glades to sperm
and should loud winters ride aside a zygote's lips
then eyelids under sphincters
would surely pee from the slayers of the kissed
.ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

FINITO!?...

 

760.

the slayers of tomorrow's news summon tits from christs and red hands at sea suck nudes and, la la, players after screws succour a celled imprisoned nut,
and, washed in sad wine, a christener of death cuts timed city bones; and the riders of the red corn stone easy ovens that cook for dromed drones
and ole xmas under seas summons gas from thundered sunderers of hitler's killler greed;
and a locum star eyes seed and a focal car drives seed, and madam macadam sleeves a vinyl fist inside a baby's reed

ah ah ah, my eyes don't hear.

the slayers of tomorrow's news summon clits from mice, and a bell at sea rings for news and a cell in trees layers loaders with loped nude
introspective boy-angels and, la la, a soft sodded crew strides across rainbows while the writers of de swarmed move burnt words to tears
and islands inside glued spheres drop cupped caverns adown the intercity dairy wolf-town, and mad merchants use sound

Uh

at the helms of a forcing helmet i saw a balded soldier shooting hermits; and de saviour shoots de moon. ah, with films, a forcing helmet
reels inside the East, and vowed vast men seat dust under apes at the helms of a coursing cancan; and a melted siren feeds Woman,
and we widen after grapes and we season summer hands and we weep, weep as we sleep, sleep; and at the kilns, a lazy pissed pot
spins clayers from shit-clothes; and a pelmet under gentian gentlmen transfuses fires with ingots of ghosts and tyres
and a sonnet of the world cuts caves from funeral gals

the shadowers of a lost hand loosen meadows for boytimed colourful seasand; and a mallower smells like a beached whale-father
and, oh, sallowers of mamma shape dogs from larders; O, at the helms of forcing flava eaters of dwarfing stasis snaps a code from a labia; O!
once aside a bad mind i saw bedmen baiting Timed
town-bombs; and a scissor slashes for us and a mirror races for musk and a mindless sainthood slammers deaths under lungs
Ahh, eynes breakdown
Ahh, swines shape crowns
and bodiers abuse the Thames
..
Uh

funny how time's a man but man can't understand the nightly changes in plants: o a clock of steel scurries under weals
and, la la, funny how men shan't feel except when crazed?

at the hills, successful trees are laid aside greenness where a tabled grave grapples after vixens and, la la, funniness flails
and, carved, deadliness eats veils
and ideas grip to angels

funny how time's a mad man oo funny how man dies in de sedans; ahh, funny how crime uses man: oo, funny how time's a mad man
and, lammed, i heard old chickens laying digital egg-thighs; and here there is a candle inside opened titties and breaded roasted breasts: uh,
at the hills, successful bees ride aside baking bled brides; and menfolks heed bridal light-meat skies and slabbed folks
suck noosers from fresh hope

hookies of hoodies use a hooker's claw
o bodies under babies
bang cradles into walls
ah, a boat of bodies sails aside cauls
and a dizzy caul-cap
collapses
and a vineyard vale volunteers for
easy cities and urban cases

at the hills, successful rubies store
sated swards under blinded wards
and, la la, a daughter on de rise is
always fed to Abaddon
and a blind leviathan has to fizz for
flamingoes and dead sex.

 

 

761.

hookies of hoodies use a hooker's paw and, lah lah, a dada of a radio scores a sucker of a renal brain and weevillers raid aside stained policed stairs
Oh a tumbler of sex drops rigid mind-mains; and men and mentalis stop haired crucified cradled evils; and unicorns run messy snared
minotaur givers and maddeners of fevers tear mad words from stoned cheap bird-fear.O i make way for a scissor-flower
Oh i shake graves and, stunned, a mitre under flowers sheds buds under bullet-naves; and biters of tundra snip lays la la, me and metal lips cut slaves
from babies and child manyana; and eynes must open to mandala media, and spirallers must soak a traitor within plated locking ocean-lubbers
Oh i make way for a scissor-flower and, gunned, as eyes hit de flashering apron naked female poke-powers then powders under trays
must sell waitresses to plagued crocking men; and eynes sunder gems

ah, as we walk a tomb then we will most certainly tread de trees and masses in another country stopped cravers with candelabras and
crafters of marooners layer waste with dotted shiverers; and, la la, melted digitalis swipes coded hands from softeners of rapes and evil thrillers
and i make way for a scissory fabric mons-swalk; and i shape de towers; and a dogger of a demon stars for a toppler of moony cold showers
and, la la la, eye inside eyes erase noise from deafening skies and, uh uh, utterance about spies

swallow wheat from killers. O?

hardeners of shaven female gardeners layer limitless meadows under severers and, la, eynes believe in noise and, la, minds believe in boys
and a dog at sea abuses sweet toys and a massive mental lantern finger-feeds a candle under ovum and a labile sexy chain
sizes wounders from fotal flames; and i make my fierce way to the phallanxes of a shouldered blood-letting shooted red clotheshorse; and
whippers of rats and ponies, and fields teeter into marsh and, uh uh, venal cagers use masks for ideal worlds where fatal hearts
vanish under the lousy earth

hardeners of shaven female gardeners layer deadly sown beans with easy kids who eat moonbeams and a cradle in the four winds
livens dustives with refracted miners and, dug from figs a pelted summer pig pokes a tongue aside dunny gloom where oinked cum
scatters pissers upon ragged guns; and i make my fierce way to the blorted siren-killed; o i shape my hearse-purse-horse with sotto voces;
sotto voces that lead death to spilled chicken drugs; and, la la, mentalis shoots de thrilled and, ah ah, digital boots don frills
and madam macadam uses hills to snap a spade and an easy balm-nude and, lazy with cans, a modeller of truths sweeps daddy sleep under
castlers of mummies; and blue suits succour eateries from closed boots; and i will have my moon shoots and i shall entertain a bed of hoots
..
o i make my fierce way to de rabbit killed and, made ashen, my gardened mole-meal delves for dragged dirt thence die for
sunderers of razors and belling fevers
la la la la. Timed mirrors shine for

all of us; and all of us are pure war.

the vegetable claws of one zillion men serenade beds with treacles while vegetative vinegar scores slide a dolly dick inside a sea of rodox-spoars
and the laden faces of the West wallop garden-stasis with death; and death forms selves from a wanker-disease; and disease sucks on crossed seed
and bolted gunners shoot grey wards. la la, the fucking crucifix of flued boned elves lend dwarfish falons to miniature Eve-Adams.. Oh,
and a crucifier under aliiens showers vermeil daggerers with grey pylon-seasons; and a gabblered city-head leeches to de fountain-heads.

762.

and blonded pissy pies peal bread from ancthers of blinded sea-crissscrossed lost bed and the vegetative claws of one zillion gems
will most certainly clarify dead mien, and a cradler in a spin couples venal skin with penis-penned sex-lenses of the dying poor
and, la la, weavers dream of walls and, la la, reapers dream of molls and odes to impossible gangsters fall
aside a small mad death
.
la la, the cupping cunta of a pall heeds refractable passions of crying creeds and a watch inside my lip loosens bitch-wives
and a bodier of lies ticks from eyes and handlers halter to feet as minds suck a bald gut and the eynes of sluts peer for wine; and, o-la, my selves must repine for
daggerers of scuttlers inside doors.

i have seen a perspex buddha when a lacy knicker-mind thinks of gems, and a gym of hair serries plasticines with naked ken; and a loss of heart
loosens rats with radio-charts when easers of burnt carts feed Amodeus to dilly christ-marks; and a dirtied requiem slices under cakes where grey air
returns to acid; and i hear hens laying matrial metal seasons.

a harp-strung messenger stares directly in a torn owl's eyes; and airelings glow just like a dead child; and the vows of night sear airelings
with naked tory drunk expensive tory-tines; and an alarm in a stone hits wild cosmotic rectal senses; and menkind scarries after lenses
and deaf sex gives head to wenches

the son of god is a ghost of fences. ah, de sons of christed Peter Pan weep for fatal bicycle races; and a dollar on the wheeling skooter moon
exchanges dimes for roaded tarred pounds,- Laces delimit walruses with drowned down-market funeral embraces; and eaters of almanacs caress runes
and radiophonic castlekeeps swoon aside a bedside shaped from wrought Zion-cocoons; and a waker of de diamante dead
kiss a seal of summers and, la la la, we abuse cruelly wed bastard bitches that sweat for edible facial white lead; and me and madam feelers
feel for Voids as massive fondlers

fear the eastern dead then cry away
from westended lead and graves.

wow, my heady mad mind drowns in milks. wow, my dizzy badland burns-up mind-gunned soul-Bedlam; and a horn aside sour surly titty creams
swill germs from vacant cheesy violins; and a bed of masks melts under lost sleep, and a bed of clasps succours vermin from de deeps
and a horse of clay whinneys for meat and a hearse of claves hires hostel-heaped dying ultraviolets

wow, my heady mad mind drowns in silk
wow, my buzzy sad mind
gets spine-shaken by daddies of wine, and
i have sensed cold sentinels
grinding faces down from purple drams;
and a sky of blood
seats spies aside gods
and a welted wife cuts fawns from Love
and a bride of cut horns
dig a digging light aside fields of gloved
busy virgins

763.

o-la, dead surging urchins swim for corn o-ha, dreaded jacking veinous blue-fruits storm underwaterers of vacant limbs; and a soul of spoilt glass
walks from dented star-masks, and a doner of scented refective wind wallah for dreamers of blorted casks. ahh, i see separating ported pug-flasks
cum lingering for orbs as dazzling rafts gather velvetines from murders, and killers of guns don a turning bath with twinned flamingo finger-purdah.
And the dolly slid sky-rise where i earned my dicky lemon-sex sallies for purple plum-prides; and, la la, with princes under tribes
the lilly liling lullaby of a dun wreck sails for daddy's cruel fatal fathering of naked star-schools and we see stools coming from schools
to entertain America with split meshed
radio dada..

Uh.....

o a daddy moon amasses when deaths slide to noddy rock and, la la, mummy afternoons send ferine pig-wives to cafes inside sleep; and odes to thefts
swills paid worlds; and daddy moon amasses when sexes slide from dunny tunes and a world of fire tames small dreams where flexes
tie hands inside a wristed moon. o a daddy tomb amasses when deaths trample lady-flourides; and mummy gloom crashes for baby-chlorides; and all us flowers have withered away
for green-gardened love-graves o,a daddy moon crashes under claves whilst the daughter of de wild world slays idiotic ants and fascist queens,
and a day at sea hisses across christs and an icen wall leads christs to streams and we must believe in streams
oo i tied mealy ant-worms to shouters of cockerel hands aside a dead flower to eager a daffy tombs that bends salty burials. O, a sassy wound
slashes for graven naked carnivals and a dizzy wound gets cured by shouting; and i am drowning as i send ocean-hell back home, where de music swells
up, up, up

ah a scanty candy bar sinks for a city sweller whose eyes cannot carve any depth for skies, and mental lies ooze under lard and weevils wash their hands in lard
the daughters of oblivious demented jammy jars drool till sex gets done

oo daddy tombs arouse a dead beat and some preened mammy roses rain aside buds when a sea in blood-heat slashes idol cravers
and a sea of spies spies aside meat; and, ah ha, mammy preening dammy roses lam a doctored locust flower aside grey sleep; and, we get killed when a reflector
fathers the utmost davy dark, and a mummy wound yields chipped fast fish-papers; and newsmen cry for fried burgered body-dyslexia
and a spectrum of bound eyes damages veins with blue-breaded buzzy deceiving short minds; and, mmm, maddy madam mentalis dragged her sex-dragoon across
chaired families and killed loss

a daddy dream bus jack-knifes for illegal village radio, and invective meadows cry aside moon-shallows, and a solar dreamer stops walls stone dead; and
the leaders of cousined labia will most certainly drop aside dills and a dilly pepper swallows onion feathers; and old hills fall from the blue hot-cold earth

ah a daddy drifer train unravels into spined times when angled angels taunt pigs with windy stables; and menfolk swirl and sin until blonde heaven bursts.

 

764.

until blonde heavens bust then mad men, in dulled lust, may well chew de tamelessly seizing flowers from these blaring words that grow as they turn in circles
and, la la,when once dust cries under closed couples then mad men, in dun cuts, sink de hunter days deep, and, oo, we shatter sleep and, tutted,
a horsed daddy dreamer reaps dotted sails from hot-heaps, and the doll under rain is wizardly waxed under lips; O, we weep as we keep
castlers aside blind crypts

and, dolly-made, keen ships
fall underwater and rip
a titan of an ocean from snipt
baby-bunting

Uh.. a feinted foreign jeep concertinas for a darter of a cherry store, and the foods of sleep serve hot swards to cheesy women who feed dogs
and a candler in a cusp serries boys into strict rows while horrid porno painters of soverign cunt-beats switch a curdler of a crow with broads
and, la la, eynes glow like a worm and, ah ah, minds flow like spermatozoa; and seagulls, drenched, feed parched chicken-ferns.
o until blonde heaven rusts then words may not speak till herons die; and, uh, a dollar in a till spend wide english coin on lizards and brides
and a dunner of a monkey mind rides
aside bluesers of ghost-graves

this sad day, where i dig after tithes a hot petrol gas-enemy ignites wide hippers of burned caves and ghoulies and a grasping ghost-nun
ravels aside bound times; and swallowed pinky tongues sweep a sullen label under gunned impassible chick-catered cricket-gums
and, o, until blonde ravens cuss after birds we will most certainly suffer curves and a bum in a bed anoints asses with shakespearean
baby-bouncing ingenious bibs; and odes to seasons slash upon de milks of reason's fierce fantastic river-rivuletted pussy-gorse
and, where we seem jarred, all of the poisons of the evil paeds dressed in purple fear come shooting tears with fatal father year get
happily strangled by junking puke-sweats; and blenchers of bastarding skin-minds shell a body-branch with easy grime

o made giddy as the death of the dawn i, made guilty, snap a date across passionate foam-storms; and the easy rising of a cliff
snappers after easing mellow swarms taunts the hallowed deniers of gibbing gibbering faith-phones; and, la la, as ears go blind
then pensioners of deaf eyes gob for seated sizzling stains of knighted war. ah a doggy jay jams a cat-hand and, plaided, grey land loosens sands
and arises from a horned moon

o made giddy as the death of the dawn i, made emptied, slam a fist aside lost corn; and we arise from cements
and we writhe after old scents and, la la, handled fathers rend dents from pealer ponchos that seem sent back homeward where jazzers form
an easy sax from a horses trumpet

o until blonde ravens cuss five seas
we must crashdown
o until mindless sirens alight towns
we will breakdown
o until phantoms cut sounds, old bees
will have to cluster where birdy leas
swing to sting honeys with drowned
weepy woollen wipers of grey glee.

765.

i was made cold as real life..lo, i was fed to gold as spent citied pine-lights turned off this funereal summer; O! eynes sunder bird
la la, mines sunder stir, and a prisoner in de word summons spirallers from wooden curs; and oo we get curvy for baby butter-birds
oo we get killed by roasted ducky lost leaves; and a cot of pure glass studies just how to kill child-drones
and a saddler under chimneys bears a stone aside de top; and, slowed, a keen family fellows burns with trades and fishermen of mermen raise
a romantic fisherbird from grey eyes and dirtying suns

oo we get curvy for baby bones. oo we get killed by rubies; and a rabid cat preys on daddies and a vapid rat goes blind, just like a bat;
and twintzy lemon ochres snap easers of sylvan silk-clapped venal beds that float under bridlers of ashen thunder

oo we get curvy for baby bones oo we get thrilled by refluxive chilling puling rabies and, la la,a puking fluky face-cushion stones
eaters of xmas and easter; and a foreign island kisses mana; and a sea of ribs scatters salt scutterers across
a vastness of filmed cribs; and easy maligners of pure tall desks may have to hiss inside de dyslexic painted schoolroom dark
and a chair of cheese may well topple under parked car-killer-geese and harvest men are born to sink a bleeding TV with blue
bobbing second-hands and female founts use dudes to supper after sand-heat
.
oo we get curvy for baby bone; oo we get pervy for hidden pirate sperm-stereos; and a digitalis in blown stones wets de christ-beds with shadowed
goldfishy roman shallows; and a boat of marshland widows slink when a hose gets filled
with horners of unicorn-hills.. yeah, where this pukey heroic heroin-radio hisses in the stripped dark; i overturn noise and,
o-la, where parents jam kisses then a cradle under sand slices kisses aside from the bones where midnights draggle after sex and its baby-missives
and a boy of blood bridles de blind to eternal gods, and a gal at sea sails for the waves in a golden country and a pulled siren on its side
slashers for demons when halted moneys pay for a monkey funeral bell; and, lo, a tocsin in the east farms off familials with de acrid beasts
and a foal under yeast sucks on a thrushy macadam of celled cunny climes and a chidden english child chills bowbells

a season of parrot smiles dials M and waits for murder; and the signs of make-up sunder cells as crashy pelmets crashdown aside a minotaur-town;
and a delicate city scurries under dewy daugtered dells and a cosined cousin awaits the heat where a baby mumma
strips cocaine to the waist and weevillers dam the cars in space, and weeblers ram adown Mars
..
tut tut tutter, as ashen vases carve a
salmon signet in skinned cars
then transepts of defilement use a
tarot card for a psychic modern scar
and a weeper in de blue casino
is fed to flippers when a fast cigar
dips dinners into cocoa coded halved
donny woman.

 

766.

and i am delighted by sky-dyed gal-calves and i am delighted with sex-shards; and, oo, eynes lead me to leopards when icicles feed me to fished leotards
an a blancmange under pressure pens peer aside glazed wagging pig-pens and ideal oaters of crapping play-men
swirl a midnight boat for eaten spars
.
la la la la tut tut tut tut tut tutter
la lal la la tut tut tut tut tut tutter

marmaduke de sand-cat wags god's endless gilded tail; and a sun in de islands paws god's trendless guilty rat-trail; and i am the man your mother was
and i am the child your father was and eyes weave some tears for Love and spirallers ceded guns to lost Loves
..
ancthers on the titty ride-rise from a bell-puller whose elevators grunge darkly outside de girls who can't lunge away from patients; and hospice-guns
shoot a kangaroo with mind-tented scissor thrushed wide figged
cradle kids
..
uh uh uh tut tut tut tut tut tutter
come leave me blind and serve me butter
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
olfactory fazers feed fans to tails..la la, factories sunder easy saviours la la, missionaries sunder jesus mouths; and this our tracking halo-scene.

olfactory radars feed fans to nails..o-yah! factories sunder sirens and
feeders of fathers
stops dead

fishermen of urchins drink dregs while featherers of fatastic suns hines spray dogs with phantastic puppy-heart; and a toxic bell rings evil guns
and odes to winter fail while olfactory fazers feed us with salty abuser criminal-chemicals; and candide dust begins to eternally smile
and olfactory fevers sweat cat-dog-rat-vole beauties when canny dovetail optics push easy rivers across raided razors; and jacking picklers
raise rope from holy zoo-flowers

devilers of drapes use lovers to abuse the sun of coptics..la la, easy rivers raid ripeners from easy Man's easy writher

the starry apes who swing for
dizzy denials
swallow old gore,
and feverish failers are stored
in boned warped
wall-guns

and, ahhh, we stride the sun

767.

bedragglers of televisions are telephoned by rain. la la, flaggers of prisons stir bars into blame, and baggers, scarred, curve
sodded gardens into birds; and the fathers of false sprig-springs swallow leather widowed withering window-panes
and windowers must swing aside all apple trees; and finders of ripeners appear deadly and left to cry; O, softening scurriers are led to
tawny town-villagers; and the hands of native white-skinned city-primatives topple nude rapes; and tainted men who move
aside timed apes will shorten sex with smoothed
baby shuntings

and reelers of keepers soothe ideal beds with vermin, and we rot for de old moods, and we shoot owls dead aahhhh..
as a giddy vineyard vale uses a cobbler for a suede-shoed mind for seems suddenly transfixed to growls as radioed cars see
fatal terminal DVD eynes to fade to fluted cusped lust; and minds fade to cusps

o softeners of scurriers move
bald mines to tears

and invective penile falsifiers are fed to doctored sea-hards, and the bells at night are carved from bellied bled cars
o a bedded cunt-shard has to stir english tar into India-burs while invective penile fascinators are fed to winky pussy lardarse
and, la la, as we wash our biddy bled nerves then lady jesus has to curse all sweetening biblical bobby cries

o infective pissy pokers purse dolly lips at a spent receiver, and a bud at sea
summons wives from deceivers

and we are the sex-deceived
and we are the skulls under leaves
and we lend beds to fortunes
?

lo a villager of silence sleeps for idioms of failling stores. lo a villager found within fetes and creamers warp easy bodies with waxy tea-thoughts
and a mind at sea carries curators under cities; and vampires, bloodered, heave hotel fangs from daddy weed

lo, where blood bells rimg seed under copious drams then a sexy beat may well hang a mummy flower from greed. o-la.a neutered owl tree-bangs
dizzy veins with radios and a cell at sea eats rodeos and motel gangs reap shadowed
mind-silvers; and, once wig-washed, easter-arising bragger men will bee-harness waspish head-salts from women
and a swift gent on a mad hill gets femurs flowing under stems; O, a cut rubber in a sea of kills slides under couplers; and massive feet never march
and passive sleepers trip from ears where teamsters
squat at a train-ride.

768.

..
lo,a villager of silence cuts an original wine-license; lo, a pillared fotal capped sluts rust for bleeders and cheapsters, and a raisin moon
forces kids to race for musked urban menstrual keepers of pled pussy and divine red God
and the easter-rising braggler men tree-varnish flamingos with shent animal pools; and a chicken in heat lays stools
and a woman in heat lays false babies under wheat
ahh

when the big box in a gas-car carries fiery coals to dad's car then a swift molten mind-dart uses dangerous knives for harts
and a falon in a lift drops, drops and a fascinator accuses lip-stink of muttering in the Big Appled moon where peedlers tear the veils
lahhh. we have lit a latterday lantern with baby briders and caverners; and, O, a daddied easy ransome suffers cabs for shrift taxi-guns;
and mentalis abuses digitalis and romulus raises remus from a dizzy clave where roman faces swallowed de mandragora moon
and weavers of four seasons serve blue pizza to blue reason

where model minors dig rooms
then deadness will go to spoon
twisting coffees with dragoons

after death's late dinner, i overheard de rain cum scattering strange minty spended female coffee; and after late rivers, i sank inside pain; and rain
came scuttering after grain, and the hands that fall asleep star-reap rats; and a body in a city-train
ravels into minds; and, once upon a sun, i saw a lunar mien snaffling after loud words and chocolate and then, once pinched, i force minds
to pollenate dreams with veins..

after death's late dinner, i overheard de rain cum shattering; and me and two minds couple cocoas with golden coffee grains
and mental movers listen to tea-stains O, once upon an eardrum, easy lovers laid a pissy waste to searing brothers and, caging lace, a human vase-rubber
washes canine caressers in campus blubber
Ah,-.

and we time-travel to nowhere as fever swallows a mandragora moon-scissor and arking mind-dreams don lucent mad-dreams;
and a boney bed believes in false dreams and a lonely head-screen summons digitalis from mental-screams; and eynes collapse
under bleedered spriralling sky-claps
.Ah,-..

i am the god your father was
i am the ghost your mother was
i am the dead; and menfolk abuse wasps
and, ooo, a shakespearian sea-rag
may well ooze into soap
and a case under nudes eats roped
perfuming pissers that suck on hags
.
and holy Moses eats off titty bags.

769.

while nesting with herpes, i saw a venereal sign egg-dunking mental fanny with a soft red vine and a family has to hasten to
the drinking of the sun and the kid in the moon and, loosened, grey hermetics seize hired clever high-noon from daisy cliffs where angels pray
O, a captain of lips snares easels when day countsdown to an indigo age; and, oo, when seated hens, i saw a venal mind
star-wasting solid stars with emptiness and while nesting with Hermes, i saw a sad mine cum walloping pony-fields to small pieces
la la, a daddy lady yields ice to craned slimes and a reddener of a seal suppers for dukes as a restaurant under weals
swashes a caped car with flannel reels and a bodice of blood sends camals to steel and a bed of rice
loosens a loudy room with spreaded mice

whence a messy mind-breeder cuts christs then a jesus-warbler will sneeze under iced heat-hearted model women; and a goofy plant presses slanted wood-lice
and a dunny female flower rotates across marsh when a sea of mites mold a donny clasher with knoted hours and whippers of felines
gash against evil marines; and old lines lease a lady-leash to caddies of tea-blinds

the routers of rummy ruins raises cosines under a spinal sleasy crab; o, shouters of numbers uses cloth to sunder dippy lovers whose faces underground grab
scalded collonades from sipping sorbet-crags; and eynes, sliced down, look down across a miraculous Void where a heavenly god-slag
slides a burner's prayer aside all star-shag, and starry sizzlers ride upon rectal stags.

ooo as we slice a cotton-reel from dads. ooo as we dice a bandaged string from labs then, lo, we must most certainly get dragged
from a veering venom-vehicle; and slabs shine along a deadly pool and mindless family fools flambast a dodderer with poisoned hoofs
and penile gradients, angled after sleuthes, hit to a strapper of a backseat, and smotherers of dirt-sleep
sallows after de dead gallows; and newts get fished up by nets that let herpes heat deli jellyfished writers of seaside greyers and sea-lit lud-heat
and a roaster of flayers uses drowned birthday moon-sleep; and a cloaker of layers uses infant dirt-Herpes;
and a burner of chappers sets light to lust; ooo ooo ooo i came home to find trust spreading ole boot-polish upon masts. And we use a
bad brush as old raft cum gathering mictive birds from vast clock-headed stunned paths; and, oo oo oo, a bladderer of a mask is
hereby shoved up a Janus-arse
and, ah ah ah, a ladderer in de past is
choc-fed to manxy kidders of dead fizz

and we shall have far less of the fizz?

o bad flies in stalled walls will always damage the keen robotic queen who lays her loveage under princetowns and gabby baby carnage
and the ova in pure rain sunders liquid life with standards of veined daisy cheaters and a bowed slayer of limed deaths
drags a donkey castle under rigid meths and a dollar in an english dime heats sex with mangy moggy milkos of a soft apex
and daddy lenses are led to gritty grotty glass and venal vampyre hands sink fang-flasks directly at the edge of a feline tail;
O, a doctor of pledges pee upon pales O, a dropper of hedges snappers for dukedames whose sails cup defiant tits in curers of empty dales
and a lemon butcher sea-scraps after baiters and, la la la, once upon an ocean, razors sank a dilly coat deeply down puked labia
and scummers slap a staggerer with a coded coda that grinds teeth from flavas and a boated body moon-dream hisses for active ingenious mum slavers
O once upon a mined mind, i saw fathers come flaying at a goyal of a blue fever and, la la la, weeblers sent me to failure; o-la o-la.. indigo fever-spies seal traders
underneath a bruised gorge where radars lambasted a city hew with viusal murders; and a berry in a sweet scream cuts nulling boat-lagers
and, la la ah, cold choker cherries move labile lion leerers with tilted fairy fistas; and, Ah, we will fall to death's feathers
and, Ah, we will fall from sex-weather.
./
hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo... latent peppers peal a podded plantain from plic'men lepers and a breaker of soft pain cries, cries, cries and a maker of lost rain dies, dies, dies
and a rattler of crossing pain cuttles after bone as a graven sly sky orders genitals from deadened pitta greekish doner-newspapers; and eynes ooze de verbal blind where
filthy hornets leap from a wasp-chair
.hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo.. AMEN?!!!

say, can we use air?.

770.

and we will wolf down blood-twine and we hiss inside a bared mind, and, o, as passion lies, then hot lead wines will lead us to a whored grapevine,
and the tumbler under drinking lips kisses the drunken dead, and we listen to deaths in a signal snail-bed; o we poo on love as menfolk slit
a donkey neck, and a we dream about the tripped and we use sex and we accuse self of losing sexed
body owls

ahhhh once aside a mind, my hot soul rocked under rotating deeply defective circular music-sleep then rolled back home, where songs were sold
to ruiners of day and night and everything here is fed from a hand?
and we will wolf down blood-blinds and we hiss as we pull the blind across a city of fatal curtains, and a bed at sea dreams of ravens
and an urban telephone causes mad hoax callers when a
signal city ends

ah once aside a mind, my hot mind shovelled sensate mike-thundered blueberry wynds, and a sea of swollen bed-skies
rampages for dune-dragged wavelets; and, o, o we pee on god's gob as we use blackberry minds to madden all sad men
and we surface from deep water. la la, we swim from drownings, and a bed at sea softens waves with mad trees and old trees moan forevermore
ahh

once aside a mind, my hot spine got shaken by a blue train, and my easy wall fell from blueberry gin-vine; and my easy sea-cell
fell fast asleep where me and all family memories got locked up forever; and, loh, eyers used us for pus once where we searched for cherry
O, caged under divorcing sex-bells, we will no doubt shit on love; and, oozing by, to cause bodily burns to spin fast away from gabby ghosts
glisterers of ironic cunt-clay comes shouting daffy devillers beneath hoddlers and sloe-spun beer-wind
and we surface from deep lense-water and we swim from screenings; and, gabbled, we weep from water and, rabbled, we sleep for water
and dummy caves will sink water underneath blue faces and, ah, as we squat alone, then doctors must certainly cure the dead
ah, as we sit atoned, then doctors will certainly weeble under bed

and eyes sit abed as deaf vision
sinks a cunt-knife into butters.

ah once inside a mind, dead raimbows ram a penis in a gun. oh, once upon a mind, we junk the sun, and a sea of stella sleep
wanders under skinned horsing space-defectives; and diddling mission-flowers gut moronic verses from moggy men who show no poem-meat
and, as we sit alone, carmine baddy doctors ram a penis in a dreamed drum and wines under skin toasts doctors, and mental lungs die for doctors
and mad pushers kill for doctors
.
ah once inside a mind, dead rainbows dam cunny with daughters, and a dunny luminous dummy man shoots for axed picker-bows
as we shooteth up, up, up

Uhh.

 

 

771.

as we shooteth up, then we tip a titty barney cup to a darted darling canine shower; ah, as we tip a slut, then we sip caramel d-cups
and we all eat some dirt before we die; and an angel in the leaded East arranges sex from a dead feast; and, o, as we shooteth up, we rip cuts
from dirtied wizard fingers; and darkness cries upon the land and, made from dives, neon mummy bays wallow under flexed fire,
and we use pure fire to enter fever and we abuse the moon?

ah once inside a mind, dead rooms
open out upon a killed grave

as we skooteth up, then we slip distant musk beneath devilish heltering toxic funereal dun meadows, and, ah, once upon a mind, dead hissed husks
snapper fire under pillows, and we sunder thunder and we father de endlessly comatose gob-mother; and darkness cries for glues as de Father
blesses boats with mirrors; and, la la, sadness dies for nudes and, la la, deadness cries for de Father, and angels flow from the sky. And,
as we skooteth up, then we slip saviours beneath killers of dogs and sharks, and, star-raised, felons walk the parklands whilst feasters of dark clans
find nakedness weeping for a personified nuclear labia; and, lo, upping the filty frigid fantasy hits aside porn-heart-failure, la la, de easy rigger of families
drinks to an xmas fever; and a sea in Mr Scissor cuts upon flavours
and a dirtied kitchen sails the moon

and darkness follows flowers when flava loops a carousel inside furious salted ready cooked sizzler vulva; and an easy woman scries after fever
and a modern model sigh gets too high?

the fast ligron in a moaned cage drives dying puma-eyes; o fast tigons in a stoned lave sea-drives crying leopard wives
and a bath at sea yields blood to cities and the melders of tea-towns swell up for cream sconers given to the vagrants beside mamma snake
carries missiles into wild dad-dates and we accuse romance of pure heart-hates; and darkness swallows flowers from
dainty draffters of pearly towers and, la la, digital towers show guns for idiots of shooted sun-wards; and an eagle that awards preyed whores
loosens a body tie

oo a deaf pig turns as he grunts after a daffy dream where a midnight brother slashes a sidler with nine bared hands; and a dodger of druggers
drinks for evening as a house of udders spurts filthy creams across thundered river hens. And tangential systole-diastole darkness swallows days where
saddeners of de gallows shoot repetitive poet-peers; and, lost, the Aladdin in a rubby pee-lamp gets shown to veins of sweet hair;
and we look at the air and we appear sad and crooked, and odes to jeans appear crooked
and opal trousers raid spun prayer.

Adders under transits hiss for traffic-lights. a-la, fumblers of slashed lit pucker to reveal blue-blazer jammed milk-trips; and the caffeine under ships suffers light
and a daddy damsel sunders icy wolves; and, la la, a cryptic radio sings and, ah ah, deniers of wedding-rings raises romans from mammy star-slings;
and a vault of wool pollenises milks with schools; and we see america cumming thru our burger-stools and we summon carded grabblers
and we season sharded gabblers with grey slease whence an atomic rain-pig grunts aside a public lavatory door. O! alarums sunder soffits when whores close
a sizzler of a profit with loss and a dribbly rose layers de cross with clothes and miraculous pirates serry a choker cherry with infantile pilots
and sins will stop god's parrot;
and mentalising rot rocks easy cunt-carrot
and pissers pee along gold rain

772.

ole angled apemen suck a cupped nut as cold schism men cut a sucklered lever-cut; and the pearlers of a scream toss sluts
days high where a nightlong burnt butt believes in salt sheet pain and a dollar and a dime spends rain against an english sound in champagne
ooo we have seen the blorted funeral cum crashing lungs when shooting grain strangles dopes with doom deniers, and
icy wooden widows open out aside dolphin windows and messed bread-brands breakdown for unicorns and mental city shake-grounds
and a liar in a pullered cage sears all of us on a delusory stage when mitres of de mad meld muts with gemmed
baby rock
....
adders under transits hiss for traffic-life la la, fumblers of dashy mitts pucker against a female hoax-receiver and a slinking owl
hoots for towels; and a babby's cowl strips nuclear children bare,- Lo can we suffer cleased hair?

o these flowers, all died and withered away, charge death with graves; oo, along towers, a digital garden cuts caves with darting statemented classrooms
and a wife of peace dies for glass as knaves angle for de fisher moon. o these flowers, all died and withered away, charge selves with blades
and an active punk tie-dyes her facial clay; with leonic lady loopers laid to breast, a wideness hereby raids a budder of a bud-child whose easy trades
hoot like a murdered owl and eynes yearn as boxed fowls burn; and an ideal husband of night and day earns fascinating vase-art from rigid penis-perms;
and eynes yearn as men learn about everything except the girls; and, Oh, ladeners of rings don aspic ferns and peg-heady statues fall from herbs where
heroic mashes deify dukes with loud hairs, and mental masturbators melt into sweet spermy testicular dong-flour as cakers slice fatal erectile prayer; and
dippy fairy-bun-burns use chinese oils for endlessly weeping chemical acupental sweet oriental dudes
and 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 jacob-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 leary farted shit-scrotumed christ-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 rat's eyes; and a fotal facist faces into cat's eyes when wastegrounds learns how to die for lights
and 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

773.

the wakesome chasms of the Beast lap leather winds from winged Hitler-beats; and we cheep from canary heaps as a lover of judas crucifies god's gasps,
and here, where we doss, evil flasks decant whelk-soups inside gold glass and eynes leap for shredders and wives drink for naked beggars
and brides toast impossible meddlers
these hot days when nothing pretty happens, my mind, fed from deaths, suns old gardens and a blinded faker-fatwa feels for ladders where a boat in a garland
damages sex with ruins; and these hot days when nothing lovely happens my heart, fed from meths, stuns old irons and we dine in the dark
and we grind in the park
and we weep for weevils

O a bag of berries dons lost itches when
idiots grope for a false pen

the angels under winds blow from skies
la la, candles under bins
stun salt specs; and a devil in closed eyes
ripen for bones and waters

the angels under winds flow from spies
la la, sandals under sins
split a cunted chapel,
and a dog at sea succours dead tides
from eagle features
.
O a bag of cherries buries teachers,
and we know nothing..

these hot days when nothing moves, my head, softened, nods under pluves; and a city ice-cream van vans the ideal frigid 99 stairway that feeds sordid old men
and the cheeky backsides of urchin Grey Hearts cut steths from doctored rubber bands; and, oo, wide wives use bands
O a bag of sugars feels after lambs. O a jeep of mirrors melds sashes with motel-fuckers and we ride the corn as hot lovers
lead lovage into smiters and these hot days when nothing occurs must flush cocks down a ceiling, and a bed of figs
afixes eyes to kids; and blood flowers; and the easy ogres who war for wet sparrows get hispid now where de gallows cum back from de killed
la la, my eyes get poked.. la la, i use a flag..la la, my minds gets roped and, unmade, my bed spins for dope

O a bag of sugar stirs aside soap and, oo, we use stir for sleeping and we accuse skin of dirt and my mind swirls like a baby as the easy ogres who war for barrows
get hispid now; and a hanging market-lady loosens a dead vinegar tie; and, lashed around times, vinegar-soap sinks ladderers under crofted stella mallows
and scrapers of sorry men scrape clothes from accidental sex when a dodger of a diamond delves for easy guns: Oh, I seared a dead boy as I reared a sad toy
and my mental zeal hisses for bromide wisdoms and, O, mental weals will whip aside female eels; and a fishy shadow
lisps for locks as a binary of reels drops a dangler from a bandaged stringscrapers of sorry men clothes from a sea-shorn bench found at sea
and a muddy mask trudges under cars; and, O, as muddlers melt, then sex cars must concertina under Mars

scrapers of sorry men steal guns from easy drinkers whose head-spun sons have to heave cocks from English drums and a cocoa cochlea
begs for anvils and stapes
and a vitreous humour hits aquas
and an eye of dreams
swallows optical shadow
.
Uh

774.

these days of easy darlings hisses underland as easy fleecy sex-tea-trades trip for doctor deaths as dirtying parades dollop an eggy flan upon a church of graves
la la, eynes whimper..la la, spines shiver..la la, riders splinter; and mad trees betray doom deniers with liver
and these days of easy starlings kisses undersand..o easy sex-plays dance for sex as skirting blue pianos are fed to cryptic missives
and cryptic pharoahs blind beers with calves and, la la, mad shakespearos lam a laden lippy with a boat of pure cocoa dead Mars; and scrapers of money men
scrape wallets from deadeners of bruises; and weepers feed cum and leadeners of peacedom drag a dummy lake for cities and sweet sun
and one day, when opening the door,
we see a strange sun

dying..

idiotic asses bath in calf's milk; o, imbecilic rafts sail for silk; and cat at sea slides across grey waves and a rat in a stone tree scatters limitless bats across this earth
la la, a sea of catters cries for birth and a rosy rattler scries aside bees and, la ah, as children drive then a venal cab will van dead eyes.
o idiotic glasses break aside trades and an audio-visual retro radio cunt smashes cans with dizzy dead spunk; and an ivory pram
drops a buggy under jams; and mental pied pigs drool for junk; and renal cabins
swallow sea-urchins

ah, imbecilic classes rocks a moon and a moony star-seal suffers desertifying heart-doom and a dirtied kid caresses eyelids; and, bright as cloud, eaters of gloom
suppers after daddy's fat chin while idiotic spaces get cut by static sea-rain and dazzlers of easter celebrate klans and an evil racist daisy cabin
cries for easy ravines; and ravens wash crowy hands in sex-sludge. And the violets that bleed for sweet decked deaths hasten now to a false sea
o, harlots blow cum as foreign sherbets shoot sweeping sweetie nanny breads; and a hand on a trapped scandal-lip swills cokey brandy from cold trees
and a town on a lake suffers tunes as teasy dancy agates cause jewelry to soddenise rectalisers who open out on a fast girl
and the violets that bleed for sweetening jazz-desks fasten now a rose with salted crane-muskers; and a dizzy borderless mamma world fuses bees to cheese
and we open the larder door to find a strange sun crying in a shining fasting kid-whore
and a wicked food-weaver drops a picker of filthy mad grind and, la la, a lost town aside a swarmy stone-lake sucks beads with fairying redoubling serpent-tongues
and hispid naked ocean boys shake dunny dusts from illegal rakes..ah, we attend nudies as prawning bony deceivers come reading all about edams and sea-tums. O,
once upon a mind in a funfair world a demotic diamond sold the whole causal cagy carousel world to glisterers whose jack-knifers shut around Peter's god-perm
and easy purses don gold; and gold deans dream of dizzy Eden..and the queasy door is opened by an ideal female lie; oo, an easy whore is cut by
an ideal woman's eyes and a bed at sea feeds skies with eaters of mermaids

la la, a hoaxer under braids
bends hair aside blue mush
and a masker of graves
flashes upon daddy-slaves

the queasy door is opened by
an ideal female ghost
oo, an easy ward gets used
by darters of bedlam-nudes
and an isle at sea
stampedes across deceived
male-headed dweebs

and a ghost in transit leads
dolly gods where bread kneads
the cakers of the dead
lahh, men and molten beds are
flashed upon a used star
and, oo, we mold boners from
dizzy street-cars when guns
shoot a poke-hole dead as
intimate eardrums.

 

775.

la la, a hostess in a hostel vanishes inside a dead sex-sleek frocked motel; and the wives at sea shed titty-seed across released
babbies that sail forever; and the wynds of darts sever a hollow siren from a sold spirt-hanger
and a rill of men drowns gold and whistlers live for souls while the drabbler in a straw-stuffed cellphone headpiece
gets chock-filled with milk-sores; and, oo, o, a laden kid shoots old sauce, and a hollowed jumper fords
a badness of butterflies and, uh, as we sail for bawds then, uh, we sweeten salami bed blue-birds with naked nuclear moars
and eynes look down from a jacker of hounded lungs the lioness of the cat-moon star-treads on goofy waters as
miraculous Buddhas suck glass and a fascinator of candles clasps instant mirrors with torn masts and a shipper of pigs tears masts
and a pigger of kids feeds masks. ah ah, a daffy donkey-moon cries for sex and scented gloo
and, oo, the yap of de solid exctreted holy talkative crib gets a cousin of greying jesus-poppy saps; and an ivy under baby-wrap must
soften defilers with snowed lusts; and a builder of caged cribs clasp a digital camera from static hives
and a lady under Leda swims from thunder when guys wallop semen wine from flava, and reapers of blinds draw minds
across spatial wintry sea-tines
ah ah ah..

wakeful pincered pilgrims blast
naked snakes with pigeon pasts

oo a rabid eagle has come to lay queer eggs over paling soft coleslaw-burishing chicken-headed cunt-buns; and a nun at sea blesses holy idiot guns with
eaters of romantics and castles. la la, suns in the east don teasers as pig whirls hashes into pianos; and a doddery jacks the moon
and a shoveller of a killed room carries mastic mazes under purified gloom

oo a rabid eagle has cum to lay mad eggs and, once laced, a sewer of feline dregs suffers feline God; and all lovers loom aside a holy tiger
and all fathers swoon aside puma-pods. la la, a massiver manxer smells like Love; and men and cats will die for rat-Gods
and emblems of sickled hens cluck for us as cardinal carmine venal emptiness, pickled, craps craps for us; ah deadliness, piddled, caps killers with lusts
and we go listless as we fire stalkers as leaden petrol faces aside burners and cusps cut de widening wallet-world shovels the blue Void
oo a rapid seagull has come to lay lost cooked egg; over patinas of wanky railings,the deaths of huge hairnetted high moon summon ceilings
from hot widows and vastness under beds and ferny seizures cry, cry, cry and porny winters answer to the sea-dyed and wiveners of dancers
issue pricks from dad's eyes

the killer of eastern dreams dreams for
easy lions that weep for holy puma-wars
and a catter of sleep
sizes eremites from liquid meats, and
odes to damagers sing for death's drams
and souls war for arrows when
gigantic falons feed after old women
..

 

 

776.

oo the talons of wolverine geese gabble afer baaing hilled mind-fleeced lambwhites. Oh, the cantos of pigeon flickerers slide sparrow-winged armpits into yeast
and the harpers of de Beast accuse sweet shaved ewes of grinding peas into living sweltered vein-barrows; and the baaing in a dirtying jammed fleese
uses eagles of delving de East for indian-african mothers; and, oo, by gliding into sleeping countries, i will hear dogs in curing yappy ground sharing meat-glades
oo as cold as the coda of a cobra-valley a vapid vase-art shoots cummers under jaded pussy-gaolers who succour fevers; and and a nappled nosferatu ladels quivers
for orphaned boys and a naked lover; and waspers of herod-hams bible-hang slayers with matrial Leda: Lah? as a menstrual glutton passes by then a locum lady may well get high
but smokers of de westend world has no mind to break except glued hash and a bedder of budders bud for cashed pregnant basined receivered phone-charmers
...
o tutter tutter tut-
o cutter cutter slut
ooo mamma shuttered pucks
come give us some peace in the leap
from dromedaries to glassrooms
..
from dromedaries to fashion, a sea of clothed silks stacks shirts days high; and a farmer after milks sucks on a shot breast.
from dromedaries to fashion a sea of cutted starry sworn brills stack skirt days wide; and a farmer under lips sucks a bald tongue
oo a dyer of shorts lifts some vinegar to soft tricks; and men and ideal clits cry as they shed sweet rinds and pursy pussy rhymes; and, la, from dromedaries to fashion
i seize a dryer from milled mad cousins; and the star-crazy sea-sun utilises a massing daddy god-gun. o star-gazy tree-guns shoot old suns
and a gad at sea swills roots and bald plants must grow?

from dromedaries to fashion, i saw the mamma moon sliding under caped runers and ruinous rune-stoved messagers swoon under roasters of bulbous bren-blower
oo a dyer of drips hits dunes and bled bunnies fade away. from dromadaries to old kid-macs, a toppler of a teenaged fat-wrap feeds obese cafe-songs to rended killers
la la, an ivory moon happens all too soon, and a sea of light swills ash and a bald night combs hash

oo a dyer of mitts fastens dust
to heroic engines
and, when spined, a car of musk
drives from de water-flowers
and a cave of surgeons
dribbles from de grave as
miners mine after sap-gas

and deadliness seeps powers?

reapers of radios ram a stunned gun around a stabber of dogs and women. o eaters of video techs under dashy demon radio-rodeo ram a stunned sun around
a rapiered sky; and old children hasten to whores when a female underground layers wrens with mad gals and an armed illing fanny sinks under sounds.
o a dyer of tits dries mad eyes as old towns hiss to a city beat; and massing heat swashes whipped seats and old clothes always get stolen?
o, reapers of radiophonic viscal vaginal viscous rams a stunning alive alive Oh whilst silent guns howl around revellers of basin-braids; and
devillers of burny bleeder bone-drowned easy garlands
ah ah, as we learn to die then weirdness
will most certainly cry out aloud
..
uh

the slighters of angular halls heap a dinner days high..o, as we eat for sleepers then petite female masses, reaped, ride upon a cherry sky; and a bird in heat lays dead eggs
and a bird of meat feeds off egg: oo, a cherried chaffer choker loosens cold eyes and weevillers, slain, flee across clappered skies and slighters of angular knolls heap dinner-dives
underneath blue veined cunny ash and, as slayers slather for servile sweet deaths, then small servile dead micks will surely, once pealed, dig a penis under lavvies
and, ho, we widen after pigs and, lo, we weep aside kids, and a bloody mad male hill falls from green rigs
,,
the slighters of angular halls heap dinners day high,
and old fakirs sleep on fingernails

777.

reapers of dizzy dairies pull upon girl-udders as heaters of easy radial gas-retired coke dairies suck along a cow-gut; and a bull of air serves bollocks to fathers
and a bed of sluts suppers after salt-nuts. la la, eynes succour puts. la la, minds succour muff; and a closed fever swills candy wine from cuts while
reapers of dizzy diaries write cattle-words across makers of cunta and de pippy pepper aside guff; la la, rhuemy baiters of easy bebby buggy Hades gets
self-censoring hell-birds with easily murdered stella paeds; O, we soften where rattlered english dollies get grasping to cherry-plucking indigo high heaven
grasp to giddy shittered pities; and, sss, as slayers slather after devil cocker mien, a starry nerd-cur may well supper for angular nerves;
and it is well told about stories under curves
and it is well sold
that a gilded guilty shop stops for wet gold

Uhh..

dufflers of daddy bitch buttons guns across miraculous abusers of blind trees. la la, a dummy on a bus rides under comatose screes and, oozed, my bedposts banged under loss
and, eyed, i am sure men wank forever? Ohh, as layers of lust loop de sex root, then moss may well fall away from money; and we are at a cross
and we will end the cross and metal meddlers may well drop loss into a tank of pure fire
.
dufflers of daddy bitches summon lost scissor-nerves and a family's dirge sings for de birds and a car of mallowers ride aside a cocking horse
la la. Eynes clasp shut when perves ride a dandy newspapered TARDIS funnel: O, as slayers of musk sip from delvers of sci-fi moggy-fishers
then car-dented dust sticks wishers up a dunny mind's imbecile mod-bedded mad bad endowned eyers of lemon reels
mad arse; and, a saddler of a scented death wrecks plantagenets with blue fire; O, addlers of rented death sky-sires seraphic strangers from old meshed
body-fields and a salt flower flows and a soft bower glows: ah ah, saddlers of scented sex decks a china walrus with sawn desks

as slayers of dusk drool for deaths then a madam vixen may well sweat optical beads and, la la, a sun at sea washes wet and, a-hah, a hat of weeds
wallops wallowers inside grey-freta saddler of a scented blue death wrecks plantagenets of coded glued meths under wagoners of spinneys and kecks, and a
bruising stunner under robed rain tramples aside a female strap beneth a marmite trampoline; and, ohh, a psychedelic circus
rains aside a lake-town then 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 we sit at the bodies, we must die for masturbative wounded cervix deadliness. Uh,
as an illy student of spiring cunt-coops use painted siccubuses to ride across floers then slicers of boars get searched for strippers; and, Uh, as massive hearsers
drool then manxy mazy miraculouss devisers interfuse dummy gametes to evil butcher-bakers
and a dukedom on a quiet cliff rides a radioed cocker horse to a new bride's ravishing blue-tide.

Uh

778.

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.
o the duke of denial seizes mien from caesars and, la lo, deniers of ringed seraph-slumbering cherub-pissers fan a filthy purple plume-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 drives cuntas after blown cabbage-drips
and, stoned now, heroes under lips hiss for a daffy dive where men run from the night to a shadower of pissers and toilet-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 bureaus and, lashed under noosed tissues, weevillers of bled souls snapper across pig
and easy eaten swine-kids shine just like figs and, ahh, Aladdin in his rubbing cage gaols deadeners aside stagers and lip-kettles; and Paladin in his sinking clown-rage shows
plowed moons to golden prick-plumes; and a circus in red wine toasts de original devil- 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

ooo i took a butterfly bard to an eagled space where the earth played baseball with my face and, loped, my mamma used dad for mace when a big bird spoke to me;
and a sun at sea sheds candles under gems and a gun of grease grieves as she guns babby down; and hens eat lazily laying prison-gulls; and, laden with molls, a gangster under sleeps
carries mural friends to daughters and skulls and, oo, miraculous hedons gag with happiness and, oo, rented doll-spectrums deal after major arcana and de lady in mother's fathers.
and bols may jack my laughter where razors shave a crooked fanny from a haired lipped buzzy boyfriend of greying penis-wrens and idiot flavas: O, here and now cometh the ice man and, la,
here and now comes the son of Petra Pan; and, ohm, where we hold to Ram then we star in a trendless movie about abandoned cinemas aahhh, a bleeded baddy has to crush de flowers
and, o-la, a natal laddy has to crashdown for a milky birded past that awakes inside a showered vocal cataract of mod days and model christs
..
once upon a year, i can hear the tears when darting daisy darlings disappear into gems and eyers itemise my telephonic world when weavers of fashion slide a beer down chickens
../
uh uh uh uh tutter tutter tutter teasy kin.

779.

 

O

the yearling in the past whose faceless mind hacks after charging bottom-bread heeds changelings spread across vine-seed; and a bonny pig grunts where lights grind
dog-days aside wise crime and a dgger for a dime pays with ash; and english riders rotate across the clouds. la la, eyelids pierce pugs as electric cash
pays in blue kind for human greed; and a silent failure fails after need where heaters of money waste pounds in players and coiners; and horrdes of dead voices saddle a pig-horse
with inverted choices and a noise in a fire summons faces from endlessness and bruised sauce and a bun on bread
feeds cakes of lead; and mental lead drinks gas dry whilst hordes of daddies dramatise horse-skies: O, a sea of bodies batters wakes with easy babies;
and a cot of demure cavvies swallows sex from dark-limbed hidden photo-lavvies butcher cakers as rubies cry for the smothering West;
and doggies dress sex in doobies; and, once loused, the yearlings of red horses saddle dust: Oh, a perverted station drinks dry eyes; and ices under patience
sell souls to hand-guns and, ha, a donkeyed sea-sun feeds musk when hordes of fearing tribes straddle sparks and, oo, as sparks of pure fire
sink sherries into demure parks
then biters in de park stride for tyres

and blown boys bow out for enemies.

darkness hisses like caves and a sea of missives sings for rage and, la la, we arise from daddy's caged dead mumma and, uh, a penile radio rips ribbons from
purple pissy humours and galactic feelers flash for tumours and life's soffits, clasped, crack guns hordes of mental horses ride for hair
oo eynes of menstrual guys slide a penis from a soft knife and a stall of guns shoots odd christs and a drawler cries and cries
and doctors endaughter old times

ooo, fisssues of faces fall like eyes

issuers of mad men sun-shadow sex with teemers of de river Thames: la la, donkeys on de moon rise aside kids and ballet boys dance for lions and dancy gal-dance strips for Zion
and a sea of beds spins in de huge hiring bed-trees; and the dead leaves are hereby thruming for devillers of mind-grids; and issuers of sad mien star-shadow sex with
easy beggars; and a nightly world drops from cribs and, O, easy husbands swill from heart-grids and a mousy father catches flame. Oh, veiny belly-pushers peer under trips
and a deadly pissers pees aside crypts and, la, weavers of weed suffer dolor as naked creeds stop lips

dead..

sadness hisses like a sea-slave and softness caresses sea-trades and a boner on bench sun-blorts deaths with river-dense quarry men and, uh, a heron in a riddle dents
dad-chapels with easy chick-tents as sadness hisses like a sea-knave: la la, madness caresses everything and a boat in need gets sailed to wet-death,
and dominators of silver greed kisses greyed tides

and ideal hoppy coptics heave
long lonely holidays from seized
bonny ladelled gite-gums; and seed
seasons everything
and vacant greed spends for trees

Uhh

petrils under patties peer aside a fat-mind: la la, petrols under panties peer aside swine-lime and a poet's prayer summons ashe from players; and loud grime
sweeps ashes far, far away and, snow-sundered, the flashes in a mind finds weird scenes aside a digging neck and dromedaries of jives
welcomes blades to diggers of gold-meshed nazi bodies; and petrils under patties peer aside a fast mind and weavers of tears widen woollen fears when crying spheres
layer doll-men with rocky weirs and a baddy of a kid digs some teeth behind jolly robin hood and his fascinating lies and a sea of buds
brag after loves and a dizzy hitler hisses for rape as spies
spirals nside gloves
...
petallers of petroleum sink bisks in tithes
ah-la, meddlers under rinks
stink of infective rumblas
and a disc of dangers splatters seed from
a rider of a killed ride where speeded guns
shoot pork-holes stone dead.

 

 

780.

and ideal hapless history boys slice hot soft settees and rivals to listless sweetening bed-families sleep for veins as buggy under prams
slice a false tar-cake aside guilty trams and we catch a buddha bus to a strong city of pisser tears found inside
the lakes of de deadened and wealers whip deaths dry while petrils under panties peal a pond-snail from minnow lips and evil daddies..

these radioed moon-men who suffer lunar life must here and now settle down to star-christs and, oo, as a modem sails
behind loud sills, then a bonce of pure lights will most certainly sail aside odes to paradise and a purple snorted mind-season and, roted,
colour loosens buds to show a summer in rude serums; and a boat of lichen stows a sailor under eagre barks and kitchens
and these radioed sun-boys who supper after life hereby cases a bum-boy in a finger of piped body rockings
and a babby on a chain dons sylvan rings from bladderers of sizings and earrings under striped pissy pooey fat Eden..
ah ideal kisses finger after fishy madam misses and inside fixed fuckers who rape idioms of gold rivers ride aside a vault when a picture under kickers
crusade after dirt, disease and death; la la, copious candy knickers swallow mirrors
and laid nazis cave in.

these televisusal rides that use a model fayre hip to a fairground accident and a laden body booms for pepsidents and hair drools along a wiggy female experiment
and, la la, as oated pussy pillars fall from air then a dog of moonlife must dream about prayer; and a bready biddy goat-rope
hereby sinks leprous woman-dope under tares; and, ahh, ideal missives fish for loaves and kisses and an impassable lasting supper
bodies bones from laughter when easy England hits to a stony slitter and, oo, a sea of phlegms caresses sand-pictures and, oh, limey cherry-chokers
marry glissed throats to underaged pokers and weevillers play dirt-cards when soakers sent scented silly sirens to wintry renal-coaters

ah when idiots feed off ingots, then droners must trip to a teenaged scar-lust and a nukey naked car-crust crappers along slitherers of naked candle-dusts
and a myslexic mind on Mars sweeps lunar morons off their romantic beads and, la la, pushy plebs that whip a cradle's stare must look deeply down in a bald man's
virility hoping, sandalled wooded easered laser-plans and, O, big blown bums drink from city cares when telvevisual radio grinds cry from baring vision-fags; and communal minds get scared
of plastic black rats; and, lo, i find cats shaping god from fats and i searched for flaps as old-timed poppy-plaits softened my mother moon with Daddy Cyrano

these are the emptied days when mad boys sleep in a cage. o these are the scented days where a laden lady rabbit leaps from some beer, and the dragon-flaggon of a dead son jams aside fear where
radiophonic digital sounds go bury bees in a fairground; and the eyes of jostlers scurry under minds where a father to a pusher has to scare massed cockless old men who terrify the stars found in hair

these are the emptied days when mad boys sleep on de stage o these teetering times where a clockhand sucks timed rage loosens baby nunneries with softeners of birded wood-slayed
foresters of sordid schizophrenia and a scabbard of a wheated sweatered cave; and mice-men, mazed, mass aside glades when woodlice loosen amonites from dimetrodons and fascinated heart-priced
baby jumpings

these televisual digital dammy boxes that lead sex to waters hasten here and now to a sodden street-light's whore-daughters and a scarved puss at sea star-strangles sense with holy sleaze
and a bonny burner serenades sex with dirtying soldiers; Ah! once, when a petrol face drops death, i heard a balded bidder in space combing gods with sex
and a case of lions breaksdown; and easy minotaurs meletd up next door to a rasper of romantics and blinded lady-dreams
..
oo, i entertained a lost flower and i disembodied man from a canny concertinaed cunt-dower; and, oo, as a green genoa seize a mean waterbead from wode then painters of mesh get bed-bitten by
ashen mental astral biddy birdies that don defamers aside de spins of ghost-spinneys; and, whence a daggerer on a train gets shoved down the gap, idioms of spermatozoa get gabbed by wheat-scribes
and an instant laddy lippers after marmalade sky-margarines: o, as a bended buddered kind star sweeps a flaffy licence adown an arcade of tarred cobbing web-wives, then a directed beady mind-hard
hisses aside dewy dells where openers cry for paths and these paths trime-travel into nothingness and passioners of clock-cables crusade for harps
/
these are the televisual model days when hearts
sleep in a broadband venereal dart
and a bone of flowers lets a world web go for a
dodger of pornosapphic debts; and weepers start
a hisser in a spreaded film-chart
and, la la la, ices sink dirt-sorbets adown marked
evil-carnivals of stone-musks and chicken carp

emptiness beams from a shrill moon and calves
bar-surround all wizened boys and dead masques

 

 

781.

oo hard belters of wheat-sperm shelters cake-ghosts between the risen thighs of cavvy camels; and a dicky heart-worm slithers under a maggot-headed decorous Medusa;
and a lantern under fire sheds candle-grease across dreams, and a local mien masses for de citied star-seducer of burned
psychedelic circuses; and, La, i car-crazed my mental screen and, la la, i scar-anointed spillers with fatal fotal pharoahs; and a crossroads in my heart
cums jumping rot as the senses of my mental mind-art heed daddy droppers from grey salves and sleepy country-sleeves and, sundering by, a bloatered cock-clam
scries after dust when rolling winter-rams rush aside beads

ahh serial mien-illness gets impassioned after dizzy dweebs ahh venal skin-slips set alight to daddy drovers; and weed cums pusselling at vacant puffy piped lips where a horda under reed
gets star-punished by apses of blown boats and ocean-sleeves and, mountained under de bodies, the slowers of bastard-bees
lap up the honeys of de ashen sex-deceived and, ooo, menstralisms night-damage mammy mead with musty wiped seed; and, hahh, coily cappy cunny winky sweet-meads sallow for
dangerous pig-kids and fondlers under bladed jerkin-wards. And belly pushers who serenade a donkey mood supper after red warfs where a dandy dazy monkey-snood hears laughter
sizzling beneath blue whirlwinds when a daffy godly father traps iced closed coffee-worlds in pinky pips of pear-lather; and a babby on de fotal moon sickles satchels from red mana
and, coded by crucifiers, a castigator on her way to her lover licks a toffee scroll from glottal body-baiters and, ooo, ideal honey hips for baby-brakers as digital cancers

drop from hireling heaven thence landing upon blood-dancers
.
Oh.. sown slumber wrecks its wet bed - as a light of issues deaths, then caged-in spun sun-souls stop to ignite old women; & a bud of roses furls around kicked
river children..
when once a stem of love hisses then a blithe beast will suffer clothed misses; & a tree with wings ladens after
vaulted mother,,

o swirled summer snips cats as bunned boy-ghosts hit to a hiped beat. .. Ash wallops tobacco coasts, & a hen of meat slices Ash
...
undernetted, we pee when wheat
topples inside London.

o once below a mind, we daggered for roman doctors. o once outside a wife, we suppered for eastern daughters
& a bud of wine wallops juice, & warring welts wan fingers under
cold sand...

when a bag of canines walks thunder then a bell of drams tastes female sex-tans O, thunder drops flexed storms
& a bonce at furious bedtimes
swarms where hot beads unwind...

& once below a mind, we will scan
dotted swarthy rain- Ah

caverns found in kitted towns resound under false sound; & a cunt hears towns sea-slamming inner spies & shaven gardens peer outside
oozed flowers...

when once a pig of peace rides crowded snap-crows then blue crops will suffer eyes & a bog of brass
slaps mental copper - La.

as caverns fall to sleep, then cars
crisscross a tree of killers
& we dance, dance, dance
& we died in a German trance
, O

782.

Widows of nippie nappers, wide murder-meadows weave spunk from rude gallows and, while raised where razor-high poetry reads dyselexic cunt,
ancthers glow under old junk; & an opener for a blind reader will jump old tattered sky-books; and we have huddled in a dippy brook as we escape the papers & look
deep, deep down at a wordy city's illiterate clown; & a boncing biblecase drowns & a bed of horrors scares bird-blinded chiller minders; and
the plummy pissers inside stone uses a sweet gashed table. oh, a body's blisters blush, then baby bumping cot-carries old sea-bones when once a talon on a ward groans
then a grey hospice carpet will wrap arisen sex with droned
catty creators...

I espy a pissed hive. La- where dicky dippy deepening snide-curves snap gluey pissed hair we must delve life's tusks: - dens bedim kids with children lost in factories
& we unwind wounded kvetched dog-dizzy breast-naps....

Uhh... The benders of the bad but small dedicates a poem to a wall. o as belled fucky dev taunt cauls then a diamond sol of soul-cords must race a false devil into grey dogs.
& we have espied peopled shapes shovelling cats under knives - cakes cut a sugar screen & a town of tribes tars dippers & we cup a cut gun whilst the vendors of the sad world rape
bun-bitten stoved stale waxes & a noddy on a stage uses hate for widening combs inside
bald balled hair- As men cut down

blue cheesed curls, then strippers
prance just like a killled kid...

Oh, we have seen strange dust
dappling ratters with played lust

. the bullies of a grey world hit a lantern lit apartment, & a stream of gays grapples when, locked, a lynching clod cuts old sea-rent. o a bay of kids craps where old ashed chapels
send rude herpes under nude hard leaves. This side of bled bath-boots, we strike curvy keeling solar roots. Under visual viscous sofa coats, we don a shroud-sailed girl
& we wed the rain, and the bullies of a gay world hit a bitten ointment & a case of Eden wallops cranes with fairy hands - Oh, scent stoppers carred coves & a baddy in a wet den
drags soap for five seasons....

I have cum deep inside my heart as eyes
have punished sleep with slowed louse-skied
dog-dammings of bled sweat boxes. Men
don evil shelves
& we cut celled bricked bells
,...
the shoppers of signal wine weep a tipsy
road of funeral cashes
& we will stack whoring trashes & baby
must weep as she falls
adown a steely cotted swaddler's hall
..
diamond drivers drink dapplers when
we hawk after photo-broods
AMEN?

783.

a wooded wet skulll has never had it so good - ah as a delicate human spunk doll dreams of geese & bitches, then a map of blood will send spermed wine to sleep
o a baddy of the sun's sign dons doll-sheep & a small dirty cage wanks a blue burn from a city's age.
o & a bomber in a jacket sucks piss-paid directories of dobs & blonde british shoutrage; & a diddy dog-dazer drinks from red-winged digger boozer...

this side of a burn, we hire wets to entered scalpy scaffolds where we bee-line wasp-strung beautiful stair-minds; & we world-climb a whored meshed cathedral
& a wooded wet skull has never had blood made so ruddy red and good; & a stopper of selves drinks vinegar romantics; & a pullied piss-pill pelts pobs with God.

what with easy galleon men ended then a brawl of pigeons will ascend blue halls while. what with easy pig-penners upended, aspen pushers of devoted heart-hasp
sink a cabler within pinners of western easter-xmas egg-tinsel. O,where once an apple child's lay inches intimate riders then old naves
hide a hilly hispter where limey lowcut crocuses cupper graves & a bled boy bends from his
concreted sullen child fizz....

uh, what with fishy faces played for starry vaginal wards then a bollocked bud burns boards; & a milky statue succours bawds & a bed of furious fur-flavas
shall not be known till infant warpers sup a candled sea-tyke... Ahh

this side of a blue gun, we scar
old scythes & bruised mind-ma
,
as for the hoodlum in petrol, may the clasped bird swing for apple purple; o as for a hoody in a hill, may the vast wed herd sing for maple moon men
& a flask of ash will pour ale inside a swerved
fished netted sea when
eager patrons of bees sing, sing, sing
Lahh. when once above a mind, we heard gals gagging after stripped staged titty-marbles, then trowls sink a spunked hammer with blonde bowls of sheeted strung wetted kids
& lordy lovers shine just like a neon plug-pig's
indecent divorces.
La.

& as for piped stoves & the miracles of hidden oven-dudes & what with petalled cloves & pinacles of ridden rosey nudes yelled youth & dining rained bowed Love
must surely eavesdrop on the tangy dark; and eyes under mined dream-lids shut a creamy dreamed cart & a visit from the musical moon will start
instaneous mirror-fire; & as a bomb of fuck fixes kips with arched defecating moon-fires then a bond of rizla-spires will surely spark
a dolly of a fermale riot?

ah a kidded mum-lidded saint suppers for blenched bleached dugs & a Teresian
winter-witnessed scaffolding sperm-tor
& we will sunder grapes
& we will number flowers
& we will sup a screwed box of hours...

these wived days, weeds will empower
telephone slashed lips
.. ...
we inhearse a grave...
we gun-force a city...
UH

AMEN?

784.

once above a city mind, mad minkler men sear inside a mitching boy-ruin; la, once inside a stone, blue men sear a dock of rain
& as a bed-box bangs, then pain slashes red skeined body screw-ins
lah, when once a bell of dust drags luminous inhuman bells, then horsed knelling cells hear crags crammming sin down boats
& a bench of glass cuts ropes
la.
this side of a mind, massed dopes
drink deaths dry.
O the nudes of the dead sex-spill bald mastiffs. O the roods of the red sex-fill blonde spastics, & as a robed sea-head star-swills
blind natives then we listen to impossible rain; & a bed of kittens carves ticky-flea caves, & a shed of loud tongues
lock a lip astride a fist; O, mills
shape clocks from wine
./
lo, the lubes of the dead sex-spill kind candy cantelouping dummy pictures, & a bowl of lice ripens when
closed handlers suck leeches
from beachy bent rills...

?

Once upon a mind, masses melt under padres. oh, once inside red wine, excursvive banged ripped gins swelter - & a bud of babies
bolt nuked flown flowers to candied soft phlegem. Crosses co-create a closed world
.
when once a bum of ice curls against a pearled sly-world then a baggy emerald will strum eaten glass
& a car of fields drives grass
deep down
under salty cock-crowns..

once upon a mind, massses sweat under rammed graves..ah,- where feathers dam drays then thinnning greying throat-squirrels
lash stoats to de ferret-hordes; & they said that light was star-raised from mirrors & we answer under God's hooped death.
o aside to a liar, we entertain blown pleasure veins, & a bone under fire cuts crude hawed ariels- O, sluts
shutter canny seagulsl where rain
cuts a slowed face.

o aside to a spire, we sun-stain blind doggy azure; & a sloane under Asia sees catted hewn lather rocking where domed bees
stings false hornet-shaken bummy Eden...

when once a hand in a clock
rams a dick in an arse
then rent men must hear us
masking a scram of cocks
,,
& in the wode of sweat
a hippied nape of sweet theft
hammers grey lions
& we snap a shop of death

785.

once above a mine, we dug for dilly coal deaths and, once lammed, a black star twinkles where deniers clasped to mutton-garters
and when silly roped cock-wrecks sink into Nazi grime, a swift dark cigar will shed huffs of smoke-cum; and we will wrench a dumb war
shelled mad ward, and, when once above a dime, we wade under masks then a gull of evening hears coded transfers filling tears
with midnight cock-spears.

once above a wynd, we drag for billy cold decks: lah, a car of swine drinks to clawed killer demons; & we ask for cemeteries
& we suffer old memories & we suck a quartered flower...

O, a bench of rock sucks puffered cobra dust & a bill of reptile-silence hangs an oven-kiss where dust
cleans sneezed violence..

La.. o a slaying sallied gun of skin snips a keen shot rose; oh, a praying dillied spin of loaves loads red transceivers with
grey deceiving winds
& a dizzy daub of sin shatters
old whippy windows
. .
when once inside a gun, kids scuttered under wept drums then a sea of craniums mad a naked knicker from a patina of dirt
& as a lunged sea of rode geizer hands then a bell of scarves saw belliers made up from twigs and blue ashes; and skirt
get shopping for grables while de crabbin hook in de endless wall sucks jade from pups; and easers of grey gashes cut shirt
& i espy the world we weaved
ah eyes redouble as seed
sucks a salt shirt...

ahhh.

this side of a nut, we scatter odd human raisins. lah, a bride under tucks hire a heroine under a sleepy cruet of a table-mine
& this side of a cane, salt-n-pepper sea-desks supper for tides where muck fires dreamy gelatine with fanny and worm-thyme
& weepers shutter pelts inside stormy sperm-vagrants; and we will shit outside the town
aH.

when once upon a mind, water
forged a blue faith
then a godless altar had
coded wives for drapes; &
eyes will sunder slaughters
& dived sliding skies
supper for dogs as ropers
cut serious tiberian doctors....

& a dog of milk feeds lust
& a clock of pure silk
tells a tower; - I am dust
lo I am death's musk &
dillers of dreams
dig a fist under ice-screened
thebian rogues....

 

 

786.

this side of a cut, we scatter sad subuman stains; & a benchy bounced cappered wrought-skied muscle brains will suck a moony midge
& a dicky of a ducky kill will cut ribbed rude frenchy pig; & sufferers of fugue fix figs
& we drool as we see ribs dining in the dark- Lo, kids shuttter schooled stalls & we are caught inthral
with naughty patients....

this sidling summer where god's winged nation laps a dolly from a sore bird has winged laughter; o as a bed of thunder snares love's natron
then a bully's father will sweat in a poked box

& this side of lovers where god's station
rips a brolly from a curve
has liquid minders....

once inside a mind, we saw a bad word weeping, weeping. Ah, as ashen sleeping dreamed of evening then our tattered sine
slashed a dogdazed mine with
hard stones & emerald screenings
La...

the sadness of our city sons will suffer sermonic panzas when blue-belled beezers lam a fishy feather's yellling school-failed children and
there is a crashing coronet for children here as there is a lashing cigarette here for the use of abortions and coded pregant women
& a bod in a brain must suck embolic blood-chants & we will stone our plants as piped emetics season slips with vomitting grave-cunt.. Ohhh

we countdown to naved dianetics
& eat a mongrel power.

o what with water under wind & what with cancer on our twixed minds, we must scatter rolled birds where lime sails against roped sin
& the siren breads of the west swim when, roached, a sea of spun wind flag-beats a beta-gamma grave
lahh. o, once inside the day, we hear night gabbing slits from shits; o, once outside the gay, we sky-write dabblers of pigeon-lips
& we will shin us up a ladder & we shall pins us up against lather
La
what with rats & cats & mothers
& what with enclaved sand sailors,
we must ripen down the dead.,.
.
sphincter-slitties suck sound as
we cup breasts within robed rashed
lady gloom..
& lady gloom fell from the moon
& we are left to smash cartooned
carton cored
mirrored blind mamma stored
oven refactories...

787.

o we say Hurray for the distant dead. laah, we pray for dirt bed-threads; & as a a cud of hurt covers gay divans
then we will glow around the stricken folds of foals & creatures; and there is a sea of hair which writhes inside the watered Medusa tides
o we go on holiday under eyes & we sail love's fast pinnace back home, where a crow's cries
darken all rooms....

~- a keen curled child swoons.. la, a screen of rolled wild country scythes slice a wound & sacrificial dabber of moneyed mists
raise a rubber fist against Love..
.
the ribbed originals of the dead spread shit on hot toast & a slap of piggy bled sea-dregs drag a slow lake
&, uh, once a bowl of coasts
cried, cried
then

old patters of plume-butters banged a cake-walk with a droned day of difficult dry lovers?

once upon a day, we use us.. lah, once inside a grave, we cuss kind sea fevers; & mad body beavers heed caves as vaginal teemers
trap a prised sweet cusp's body filler....

Ides under onan onion tucks
gay rhuem under
cloggy swooned suck thunder
& weepers yell like thunder?

hah!!

we must abuse a basketful of faces. o,we must fuse old baits with sweet mused eager stasis & as a bowl of jam gets sex-glued
then a smell of foods empties all overfed bitter belly-truths. And the distance in a mind hears clappers crying
& a napper's spying sun-gears smoky father Jo..

o we will confuse all coffins
& we wil cremate bad bins
..
here, in our dead world, we
suck city bends....
I
joke for killers.

there is a sound of self-sex. ahh, the sweepers of belled sex sucks a fading sun & a bun of flowers uses death
Oh, the cemetery of melody drips dummy dreamers
& a sweep of dreamers rips
dummy mirrors
o
the poems of the high encrypt
cunny code
& a bud of life
loops an oven round a fire
& we live for Christs...
la

 

788.

eroded by giddy cartoons, a baggy bean boy brags about de seaman's dilly doll-mission; o, once coroded, a bladed bunny stabs
old hills; & a bench of bends over-bites the dead & the dead punch ribbons.

where a bell of bodies shaks, then bread
slices white money
& a woven wife sucks bald honey...

Ahh

the benchy bubble bodies who lay down sweet red rain ram a face with beaten rolled pain; & as a doddery dog-nude
smacks naked veins then a ripped picker of the true fasts after repeaters; & a mask of molers meddles with underbellies
& a clasp of volers peddles soft sundered dyed keys & when once a pole of pig dig-swoons for trifle-cribs then
sensibles self-sex stops to hit love- ah, marital slide-decks dribble & guilty drugs
drabble after curdy hot gloves & a radio in fierce rain rubs lucy lockets of dunny silver; & a faded bonny burn shivers
..
i have idolised the dead. eyes have wedded life's lead & a sloane of pure wives sullies a badger-badge-bone where rivers
raise a child-slum; & benchy bible babies who
skewer heaven's cradle
swing aside god's neat table
/
ahhh.

these paging numbers i have understood have come back to taunt me: lo, inside my templed vanity mirrors, i have heard me
shaping solar darts from demure self-ugliness; & we will dial the dark. O, a rolled wood rushes inside the ideal park where
we leap from a tree's chair...when once upon a mind we seize leaves then a bag of lions must succour after pylons - O, old knees
tilt just like an eye & a cab of rages ramps inside bled dykes; and these painted vaginal tea-covers push pageless coda with pleats
.. and, as wakers wash vans with recusant bible-petrols, a buzzy bushing slapper of a hydra-hydrant teases tommy tinderboxes with
a brolly's thread that dramatises gits with angular seizured termitics; & the rages of the holy godly elephant uses a mind of God for a sweet trunk - O, pain
peals an early plum for a kidder as spunk
sheds sweet seed. And, where gun-plaited, we star within a dun flaxed river bowl & a bomb of hated wee cusses
clamourng hearts when soft sin
describes doom deniers-

what fields to be made from a lamped soul can only loosen caverned candy while stories get badly read to flailed sleep; & a bog of clits swells after
bummy boys who leap a rabbit from a close..

where gun-sacred, we stir sin inside our swirled earth & once upon a mine, we birth
cat-configured
rat-considered
galleries...

& birth whirls a caned car when
naked movies
collide with fished dreams.. Ah?

once above a time, i was dead
but now i am abed
with love's nightly dreamers.

 

 

789.

as when i am asleep with the nightly dreamers then i salt-scent keen passion; o, when once a star of heat salt-reaps vaginal digger-men
then a bro in a cage licks locked rage - Uhh, - once above a bride, a well of cold age moon-melded mad mamma with sheets
& we underswim a room of creeps Uh- we thunder-spin easy gossamer where a owl of sin
snips a crocus-siren...

the slavers of pure gold trade a sky for a breaking forced war & a trampled fast ward rocks a store ..uh-
bleeded body flowers plough the poor - o- a bobber of a soft claw craps against the wind; & men and dogdayed piss-minds gnaw
ploved silver gardens...

as when i am asleep with the nightly dreamers
i shall deface all thoughts
o me and mad baby swing inside corpsed
killer radio
& jazzy killer radio
hisses along loud ice?...

Ohh & i will come overjoyed by the sadness of your toys. Ohh i will pull a dolly from a banded bum-drum
& i will play cold dead for the dizzy summer minds; and, ah, men and ashen demons dram against boys
& a spired old garden
severs christs from cardimon- la, locust-beds
breed blonded creatures from
spun glass special sea-guns.

the bandaged rings of the american dead shed plowed flowers where a cagy indian head sucks a balled magneto
& a skull of war sweats inside a star-metal's
radioed televisual cunt-trestle.....

we will cry for heaven's dead kingdom..we will arise from death's demotic sun-son; & a bell of played swine-dames
must topple tears under bright bad boarers of babies & a cantata of evil kid-feathers
& we layer blue lacquer with hursuite veined rubblers of nude papers
- ss, the nice nights of reined
horsed heroes
laden dramming junks with closing
meadow person snipers
/
too late, after midlife, a ward of diapers
shit inside a wet mother's skirts, & fathers
wire rosed noosed breasted shirts
& an ark of dusk gropes for cold
bodyless sugar lovers..

they are waiting to gun-roll
pushing peeing pillows
Oh

 

790.


oglers of eddied one-night restaurants snarl a fast fed sea cat..oh, eaters of emptied sun-ripe grey haunts
slap a deadly dinner at a crashmat where karate kills the jaunts
of oyster killers..

& a bud of sweet brine begs for cold dark dills where an eaten moor date-jams
jumping choc-clams

eyes drink a ginny egg- Loud hands applaud sex saucers; & a bellied bump of dabbed cans
beer-create
a mandatory fat face that gut-rams
jellied over eaters...

they put a pot of stock down a blade - they put a bag of cooked cock aside a filled moon, O - we are shaved
from candified razors.....

ha-ha-ha
tut-tut-slut...

the taj mahal is a tin can....
la the swine of sex is dammed...
the edge of Venus is a
sea of scrap
O

eyes reach for a dulled beach and the issuers of scrapped neat bairns snapper down a bent braid; o, the kissers of ridden wet bays
encanyon features under the bled drumming of confining brothers; & i ride from shot rain while a girl of fury slaughters dummy blades
& a treated life has flashed fathers; & i will tut for teenagers & i will tuck topplers inside lazy kissing kissifer night-shades; and trades
ah the pissers of riven sea-lights
lam a dodgy writ
,.
when a fantasm forces wed tights
then we pull a dog-din
& a bulb of lions plants a bright
catty canine moon's
presented crescent where sin
swims, swims?

batters of blather shapes four
wide wived winds

Uh.

 

791.

a baddy of a blind body bears sweets outside a lemon-limed carotted sweet washed world; O a biddy of a saviour's girl reaps mind-illiterate sweety seed creeps
& a dulling dense day of loud silly curl-girls will now crusade for a cloud's deep cotton swirl; and we scent a wise whelp with a daddy swirl's
sonar earls - & a bad car carries vans within jetty-jarred febrile catty urine?
& a baddy of a blithe story will lam a dyslexic eager red lazy snooded prick-eye; and lend loud tears to tepid gemmy men whose leprous dreaming sheds worlds
across breakers of northern dough and women's picnics; & the daddies of a dined dreamer weds a mumma to a pub-spine & a coast of caddies shiver for
coded salted crisped wave-war
o. the rabblers of slipped sea-wines sink a drunken towelled mind inside red-eyed gentlemen's chairs; &, ashen, a corpse of wax grinds
easy burned bear naked fox mountains and when once above a mind, tears teased red giants then a slide of pliant baby beers bangs a swift lager-mine...

& daddies of a dewy cut pigger
plots to maim
all earth's porn seasons. la-..

we dance nude as shot deniers
delve after country christmas.

we tell a song of sailors as a drowned bark-beast hangs a wide child and we sing after god's saviours as a sinking child slams a dolly heat
& a bud of rain bolts sleep to a whored cold arboured star-child and when once we swing for young sins, then we must beckon beds to weep
& we sing for good failures as a drowned bad-beat cuts a caned crow's black-bearded old feathered blue road. O, these dinner delved women
will mark men down with marzipan; o a dogdayed drinker holds odd hands with crazy canine rods
& we plant a dead flower as old suds sink a dilly in a bath
o
when once we enter into sick, then coded cavvies cry like a rat's dirty hood & a bay of iron raps a radio when we mark men with chinned chicken
o, i arrive back home where a god has healed a holy doll & a bust of lips hangs under Lord Love; & we enter saved salvy drugged
diners of false death; & we willl mark us down with chopped chicken-hands; & lights will sear hard hissed aqua natrons. as old timed infant soldiers laid
rolled guuny graves, then a bob of serpents shot a bled bowl of wavy cops...
o as yon yapper yells, then codas grind paper wells; & a bed of lions hears women arising from city slapped meat-silos - Suns

strap wheat from fals cells
ahh, a cut of sleep eats shells
& mad kids are sent from bells
O

& a boggys byte of PC mud
knots a spermy knot
where, dammed, ladied slots
sup a plate of sin-rots... ..
..
papery pulllers of
pissed pled gloves
drop fans within
purple jutes... AMEn.

792.

o jumping odes to jazzed jackers jolt a dancer; & the dizzy disco rose that swirls under blue ballet hits fat fascinating cradles of spun saviours
o we dance under roads o we listen to a ball-room's toes and a bitten pirouhette of pure fire canes a sweaty stage
& danced dizzy rage taps fire & giddy disco struggle cuts robes around a tippy pyre

there is no candle in my bed.- rosy royal magnets eat the waxen dead while a bone of silver spins a bald bill under my
heroic city crowd.

o jumping odes to jazzy fathers jumps a plane as massive attackers crash feathers & a bodice found in trash trunkates keen hash
then a puffer of the world must
tickle a town of mashed
slowed swede....

there is no angled angel here. ah- we dare not find the dear hairs of hooky families, but we shop till we
drop

down
down
down...

Eh

& what with ringlets round dizzy fingers we will yearn for gilded night. oh, a slap of rites hudddles around killers & a bruised memory
star-grasps for keen family. o, when once inside a mind, we saw light dream-igniting solar summer life then a ward of iron rode around
capped sea-drakes
. o
& what with ingots shaped from sound we will learn of liquid seasons, & our gay city has urban rooms where hetero glass
leaps closed cabins; and there is a blind tale told to Man about wine under tables; & an old story of foals has Man
deep inthralled where bouncing babies breach cruel hair

& we dance up from a high-chair and i am in love with god's big hand and i succour lost islands
& as a dulled rider raids the coast i squat on the mud & burn blue toast; and the strickening curled jams of weekend roasts
spread some dilly butters on bright-headed bastard cake-guns; & we ease our lever dicks under
torn toes & old oats.

o i am in love with god's hit clam
& i delve for sickening cold drams
-
As a ditty in winter, we freeze green dust inside cold leas, & a vapid cunt-bodkin raises soap from oily children
& a cat of Pan
stirs rats into water - Ahh

we will supper on lard...
oo we will fill beds withe bards
& we will ramba after
coded angels... Old Laughter

rocks our tears to sleep when
ratters lay dresses under pea-hens

I am a close to the real moon?

 

 

793.

wended from a demure dud day i sweep soft leaves under old mazed head-graves; ah a vacant breeze vanishes into sod's weed as cranes
city-cement old whipped worlds to gold cornice-veins; & a dolly in a drum caresses meteors of silver trains. ... La!
we widen as we soften after martian mandolins; & a fierce sunny hymn holds cars deep within the plucked wind
& we dreamed of dogdayed cinemas as we have entered into sun-guns; O, guilty confessors cry against dust ...ah a belt of wipes
wires cats to shadows- old gas cuts a nippled neck with vast theatres of liquid gangling masques while
the sullen break of an irish heart heaps hemmed hemp under green fields where i lost my craft; & my shallow poem-craft has
twinned veins searing summer grass....

wended from a demure dud day
i sweep soft leaves under cold naves
& navel naked nippies
load sweetened guns..

O.

old villains laugh at sad men. oh, a gaol of ribbons rots the poor & a sly skied potless squid-trip has a lick of life to pay for whilst
trawlered eyes get hill-found till roman visions fall and a tool of pure bread slices ivory parmesan and this scrap of a road well abreast of us will
chew old bake..

old villians laugh at mad men
&, once upon a mind, women get tugging at bloodied straws; o, men are hugging wine with drawl and a mad man in an urban nest hits to a mons-beat; and old deaths
testify to gloom as snippers in malls spill a dizzy ghost under blue shawls; and slavers are tugging at bloodied straws, and mind-folks open eaten doors
and waiverers choke hippy whores with lemony eyelidded baby-broads; and skinners are tugging at muddied stalls as sin and mugging minds eat drawl
and a boat of pure fire ignites walled female worms; O, a boy in a hall has too many arms for use and, la, glass sees old men tugging at cunted grass and, mouthed,
sindlers are tugging at ruddied straws. O, sin and nipplers sunder grey daub; and we pig out when thunder scores
easy patients of winds with eye-wards
and while weepy woollen bawds get rubbing at bedded gall coded poesy peepers spin as dancers roll; and a head of pure glass folds for
easy spinners of demure spoars and a cat in a hoof whips stored gabby ponies; and clickers claw a caddy of a cunt; O, fast fjords famish fetes and buy old tins.

O, these mods and codders are tugging at bedded knolls; la la, swiners switch old molls, and a starry bike rides for bols and a baited dyke cleanses gals
O, a duggy blue buggy hits glass girls, and wytches strangle gal-God; and we self-fuck as real women stop.. La!
men are tugging at red mien straws whilst swingers lend loss to jazz-moars; and a keen othello draws a daddy of a play around cars
O, men are crying for gentian dawdler phapos Jesus; and a hill of flame star-sods a naked crow in a bad hod's modelled honda miracle.
and sin sings in the east as bled limbs gather gold teas - & fast glass rots as easy leads clad body-dogs in red sleeves

and men are tugging at weed
nd gardens open into speed
and babiers rap aside seeds
and we splatter rugs with
scalded cauls where drips hit plaster men with eccentric bird-circles.

 

794.

hens are tugging at sleeves; la, kids are bugging bees; and a sky of skin sisters a bed of blades that heave binny monsters with sleeved
nostril faces; and tramplers pull rats from screwed laces; oh, they are tugging at tears; la la, madam moon hears blueness glow; and salt-fear
feeds a pony to a sphere; and we chase for faces, O dicking dolly doctors season fates with mirrors and gloy men are tapping on wounds
la la, children are tapping tombs: la la, women are closing minds; and mad men are counting times; and a sad madness must
listen to the sickness of saved lusts; and men are hitting red cusps, and feelers sky-split dead wine

o as jagged hearses burn then tonsured grey horses will send gabblers to a false hill; and we wither into closed gems, and we dig for slashed women
and we rotate against eyes. ah, men are tapping milked wombs. ah, bald ravens are dragging paper dunes; and sadness fills love's minds.
and spindlers are tugging at menstrual straws. O, children race into the moors; O, a sad face sheds creamed tears; and a cave of death fears
its own darkness and welled wards warp for sex as born whores weep, weep. Ah, closed walls slicken after sweet sleep; and a den of meat reaps
slain radios from TV halls. ah, suns are burning de original moon while guns are shooting runes; and old original fire swoons
and cold axes cut grey tombs when mental mind-folks get city-bombed; and wet straws pull a room from east to west; ohhhhh
and sweeping dreary postmodern juice-emperors sodomise birds with ulcer-ruins

uh?? and they are tugging at claws. O, wide men are seen once before hiding lips in the shopped grass; and a wicked winter hires grass
and a horse of prey shuts maws and old men are tugging for wispish waspy bubblers; and slowed cars drive like before. O,
the scurrying angels sunder soft rude pockets that lead to chains; la la, a pickler of angels stains a duddler of knickers with cut veins
and a goosey park oozes loss and an easy arch oozes moss and men are tugging at cloths; and, where a dangerous sun-moth
brags after butterflies then a dominatrix of a swollen cross has to gather mamma-seed;

Ah eyes leap under horses
Ah scribes weep for sauces
Ah, men are tugging on hearses
and roller razors cut hair

once upon a mind, big chairs got traded for dummy photos; and, uh uh uh, i have cared for everything but died before
any sense of love was mined. And girls are tugging at whores when old scars weep for spoars; and a sea of juices roars along a vacant train; and eyes
guide a cockerel-hand deeply down in a beany freezing destructed sugar-island; and, ah, as sin goes wide then a cook inside a scribe
will bake veiny cake-skies. Uh, weeping hid girls are tugging at rex-stores as god's stars sleep for bird; and an ancient spy of loss
rolls her blind-eyes at words. Ah, a draggler of dragooners drills after planetary oils; and girls are tugging at a rended city where rats
scurry after daddy flowers.

once upon a fulcrum, men scattered salt aside bitumens while, once upon a nation, men splattered sugars aside chickens; and nude pigs eat pork-n-beans
and fallowers marry screens. Lo!, once upon a natron, gems shattered and fed rings to hens

O, an ideal riddler of bracken
feeds canny cunt to fast bison
nd neckties get blinded as
hydras dig teeth inside cum-grass
O, an ideal razor of women
shaves puss clean as rivers.

795.

gee, a blended blondie of the endless dead sea-dyes under waxed coned bods; and old breads get money-sliced with painted giddy flairy salt-rimplers
and, wow, what with drivers of dog-death strapping easels across blurred white lead star-casements on a cross comfort bed; and, ah, as bad boys trip from death then
wideners of curving cancerous circus-men weep for a canyoned smile when sifters send a brolly of danger wheat to bodices of hens.

gee, a blended leeched lady that loves death has to read her bedtime book to sex-mess and a torturer of phlegms tawses eager-sex and a vase-littered boy on the moon wrecks
all veins, all eyes, all grains and all mind-pets. yes, as a rumpler of seizures fits under necks then a bastard in a belltower rings soft snips and a vaulted wife uses salami for her kicks
and a bodier of bastardisers bones a ripped salt garden where breakers of lady lips spits sympathetic bruised bloods; and grey mitts sun-mussle baby drugs with ruddy sea-clits.

Ah, as i blow on triton's porned gold horn then a masterer of madness swallows cold men. Ah, as i crow for titian, then painters of men space-jam a homo canvass with gay children
and, spliced into christ, a bonny of a pylon has ashen waxen weavers into reptilian grey glass.
...gee whizz, these hard angels in their sky-fizz trammel red calves under bagels and pot-pig; and a born dead denier who rots a sand-pig swells under meat as eggs ground from wigs
parade after baby-heels. O, a dazzly boomer enblades soft silence with an auric swooner; and a bench of violence seats dad-bitten riders and weedlers may well trumpet meat where
candleabras sink biddy beewax into salt-hair.

Ah, masterers of roadways crash for fires: Ah, plasterers of toad-trades paint fat spires, and a radioed bed slaps a siren across cold tyres and teasers of teutonic sky-alarums sea-wire
a wideness of mind-pyres with naked cat-chairs and red are the arms of the gentlemen's chairs.
.
gee, a blortive babby statue bobs from rubies. wow, an abortive daddy drinks to female doobies and a waxen heart beats to a midnight flower and a nudity of hearthlight shows sores to towers;
and, lo, as missing night crows for olden wrangler-wards then daggerers of hissing head-heart-mind tights hang acrid volving emetic sky- children
..
O a summer's hired season lunches on hens
O a winter's tired reason lunches upon bud-men
and we see rise a secret brain which cuts skin
from braided bummers and secret atomic winds
and the sunrise booms like an angel in the sky
and the gunrise of cold mikes sings under lies
and a donny bed of foals sets alight to slides

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

 

 

796.

oo they are tugging at hooky wharves and men, spent, are eating into walls and a boy of death dreams of dwarves and a dilly siren swings under bones
oo they are tugging at hooky waves and men, deafened, poke eyed wards with chicken skin that sleeps for birds, and a dizzy siren swings under whores
oo helmets are dragged from wafers; oo permits about old guns pay for lasers and a bed of grout guts blued flavas and witterers, drowned, drink to labia
oo coded scissormen slice into fever; oo radioed writhermen slice for bed-ridden liver-linen; and a bed at sea sails beneath wars
and a ted of trees combs naked claws. Uh Uh, endlessness snaps blue gourdes: Uh Uh, trendlessness craps for bawds; and me in natal caps cry forevermore?
oo they are tugging at hooky wavers; and men, skinned, are eating belly-herbs: oo as bed boys whine then old birds will surely hollah at the hired grave
and a biller on a break dons slaves. oo they are tugging at blue trades and sin, spind, swells up like navels; oo as sad suns cease to shine then
blown blades swing for horse-women.
uh uh, magically scented fields send a dragon of a hand to country sleep; and a dollar and a pound pay meat to widen under perspex and grey nudes
oo they are tugging at hooky wavelets; and sons, stirred, use prisms for dummy bays; and a dunny daddy dams closed clay
and a bald bunny baits wormy sprays

oo a bone of brass beats to de meat
oo a sloane of glass beats to de deeps
and a brandy bowl bakes under sleep

oo hens are tugging at bitumen and old eaters of greyed bats use sand. oo hens are tugging laid scissor-stands; and an igniter of the moon uses sand
to erect a palace in a wound; and Man, confused, nurses nuns with wigwams.
oo hens are tugging at bitumen and cold reapers of greyed womb-cats use sands: oo men are hugging strays as trams trickle down from tractors; and jams
delve for dizzy juice; O, cider-clams carry crazed crusaders to salt-scans; and scarry starry cock-defamers ram an easy can when a poker of England
arises from body-boxers of pure ham. oo hens are tugging at bitumen and crazy reapers of piggers loosen cannes

the cracklers of a cupping sea-cunt carry cryers under yonder seed-trunk; and a bayer of father feels for junk; and a feeder of fevers fondles gey skunks
and a mouse in the mirror sunders punk. oo sin is crying in the moon and red spunk marries naked nukers when rat-bunks hurtle down the eyes of a feather; and
a melter of old skies writhes; O, monks feed on god-lunch as a wifer of veins scurries under bumpf; and mental lies can all of catkind inside metalled wives
and we use a bark for brides as scribes wallow in demure deadliness; and spies pierce a bleeded talon with both twinned coptic viscous vision-minds.

797.

the cracklers of a cupping sea-cunt carry doom deniers to necklaced bunk; and a radio on a soft cliff chews lunched veiny body windows; and we are punched
and bastard musk bleeds for rodeos when blurry biter haloes strike the keen dead down and eager gay pharoahs glisten under beds where weepers crunch
a hot shied apple that munches like pain. Oh, the largess of a daddy duchess dribbles for pained islands that eat hutches; and old sealed wards shoot a kodak-christs with
coded eye-polished dog-dazers; and a seasoner of soap washes ideal dolls; and the largess of a daddy duchess dribbles for plum-painted eaters of oaken easy sex-molls
and a helmet in a screen huddles cock-dolls under naked nuclear fire that ignites brawls; and a weevil at the bodies breed for malls
and easy whipper-mols test for gilded gulls. Oo, a queasy stripper uses nests for gold vavoom skulls; and we dull from distance the minds of March
and we drawl from equidistance grey darts whilst the largess of a daddy duchess dribbles for painless harbours that lead dogs to grey bird and weevillers weep as skin goes to sleep.

Oh. they are tugging after wax when a candler on her back sinks a candy finger in her thighs. oo men are rubbing after flax when a candler on de rack at de back sinks a fairy mirror
in twinned eyes; and an oaken flower swims for slides and a broken rat-cat scurries under flour that bakes money eyes; and they are tugging after wax when a candler on her 'ack
sinks coffee fixers into the coffee-sky: O, hens are rubbing after egg-crap as a fabler under rose-snaps buggers babiers of sundering brandy-tides
and we wipe for dads as a sermon under baby-brides sodomises dilators with easy peasy baiters of evil coprotics: oo they are tugging after wax when a cradler on de slack
sinks cunty cuppy sugary puss flaps inside a bone-moon, and we weep for de family when a draggler of hot scrap hisses across blonded blubby guides...
oo, as hissing penile pulverises pee upon granite prides then a magical mind-scrote caresses gunnered knives; and i deal danglers from rose-demented scissor-stripes

uhhh. a dizzy pinner of swinging pinafores don a plummy eye. oo, silly shiners swig oats as a widener of babby sky seizes sexy epilepsy from grande mal body-brides; and
eaters of sleepered cum sticks a candle in a cunt-can; and, made blue, weepers snip bum-angels with Japan and vagina-readers shoot clitty farms with nuked Iran
and a bay of sweet lungs cutters cunny from Woman. oo, as hissing penile pulverises pee upon fitted scans then heapers of evil mummy-sizes will use twin-cans
and a mammy clit-clime carries cavvies into wig-rams. ah ah, i have told the sky before about men O war. ah ah, i have poked yonder eye when a head of gauze
came home to shoot its brains; and mentalising gourd-wards feed for spinnered hens who cluck as they kill words.

oo they are tugging after candy-wax and peeing birds must now nest for pearls as a shitter of an easy nerve sharpens salty henned curls; and eaters of peasy pervs
sky-garnish washy worlds with piggers of dirty nerds and readers of porny pursers shed gas upon damaskers; and a pleaded period curser booms inside grey flasks.
uh, a bony bound bomb bricks into shits as shot mask engallows blooded bum-trips under lip-nicks; and clasps season shallowed riders with stereophonic bed-baths
ssssss

798.

oo they are tugging after dolly straws; oo men are rubbing after brolly bawds; and a sun at sexy sea sunders dawgs; oo they are tugging after dolly straws
oo skin is cutting fever; and a sun's shore sheds hot seed aside mary's store and weedlers will always do stir; and ivories of moneys will pay for drags
oo easters in honeys will pray for hags; and a mouse in de moon must use crags to darken dolly mushes with easy slags and a hearse of pushes pee on straps
oo they are tugging after baby whores; oo gems are trickling as easy moors lead evil baby-killers to lakes in daubed bled bastardising northern blind-cats
oo ebonies in honey swing after god-splat: oo christ's ladies leap for cool caps; and a shadow on a holy hand naps a perfect angel-god that heals cats; and..
this huge hired world is close at hand: ohh, tawny countessa's sky-writes for a rose-island; and a beller of girls raises salt diamond from painted fans and ghost alarums

i have seen the dead at end of day drooling after dogs which punish ferine kennel-clay; o eyes shatter now where greying graves dollop penis flesh upon a kaned stage
and, la la, a snipper of guns shoots rage; and first there is rage then lost rage?

oo spind skin is scrapping after straw-balls; oo spun weavers tug for laughing cunted bubble creatures; and a rended sun of night ladens gods with
creeling adhering gallow-flesh; and kids car-brighten cob with willow-mesh; and drivers of ballsy fairies swing after kid; and feline baby-oceans seem bright as figs.
oo spind skin is crapping after hoved straws: oo scum-dealers drip under bath-whores; and the dilator in five hands blinds whores and the spun bakers of naked hooky dawgs
cartel-leash waders of rats into mud-malls. oo soundless sister-silence sings for yellow gibbets: oo hog-drowners hit violence as gay molls lead a babby gangster into a home of bols;
and a canny ripper raids red christs where a dangler in the emptiness of pure soft tweezed hairs car-coops a gun of luds inside hot radio-pootering noise farelings;
and fishermen of guns collide with dun gulls

ah once upon a dad-mind eyes inside skulls shattered eddiers of sex-swine under bull; and a cower under cunt-grime shoots up for teasers of revelries that closed a holy door.
oo spind skin is clapping after bandaged sex-straws: la la, spun swabby crapping cuts daub chapelled easy halo-money that feeds paws to sickling easy jacketting scarring honey-jackdaws
and, ah, a rapist's angle sinks fat candlers under a jolted ashy arse that kills grey fjords

Uh, a native matrix in a flower kills all walls
and, o-la, we see now grey bawling stalls
sellling animal baiters to fishy sun-drawled
coddling semen-waiters; and cunt-ken stalls

inside a melon sinner whose eyes fall?

 

799.

when a patient of pluperfect rage prays to the spread and dumb we will certainly become cold as age; and the atomiser of guns shoots from an anal-hip into a fast fierce funeral canal; and suns
gimmer as stars cry; O, when a patient of pluperfect fay lungs dies for a hospital father then we will certainly noose love's lunge and send dolly darted starlings to sleep when a rider under cum
scatters spermy sullen willow seed across a corpse of lip-gum and wheaters of sodden gallow seed scar-strangles aged mums

when a patient of pluperfect rage plays for the dead and gone we will certainly abuse powder and we must always use drums but the accidental whore who plies for rectal salt has eardrums
made naked and ruined by daddy dreamers and mamma moon

where winklers of the sexy sad station microphones in dunes o, as we serenade the sexy mad then a seasoner under rooms sink buttered dreams inside families; O, the birds of rage swoon
under forceable penile powders as a cagey canary's wound swipes a dollar-pound around daddy rage and mummy wounds and, la la, a perspex never-ending periscopes urinate on tombs
and, o-la, as worm sinks into ceilings, a massive budgy bloom disembodies a stinking basin-blade that cuts to the easy boom of fascinating fussy fishy fields that star-yield cosy clit-gum

when a patient of old bingo-mecca tramples cards with cum then accusers of golden lotto-fever couples sin to gay spun sign-spinneyed budder blits; and a bad basin bin drops tunes
aside a baby baiter of gilly veiny stained bows which croon after a dodgy silence that sinks a bell under sweet-guns and as shitters use the elephant box, a cellular cellar's mad hand
transgresses to reveal a body of wine and bodies in scrams.

a bobby on a surfboard arrests all high seas; and grey grans swallow a bended sun-test with winnowers of thrush-slams and a robin in a red-chested sea scatters pins upon a glans
and eaters of pooled romancers sweats for icy cocky cans and we drink from cocky cans and we toast a loser's land. ah ah, windy willowers rot upon veined toasts and Woman
sweeps dunny riders away from easy rivers in England, and a sauna on an urban cliff topples inside cold gentlemen

lo, as times grow both dead and mad, wet god's demise jacks to jazzed feet; and a roller of debt uses god-wives to extend a livid hand to a febrile feather; and gay tides
toss off just to find the wakers of deceivers wanking pies and, o-la, a natron of a gal-boy rips skins from lips; Ohh whippy worn stations blaspheme down gold-grits as clothes
call upon a naked hospital of stars with duffler's robes and a stinker of a terminal sea-car crashes in a lost rose, ah ah. I have seen bad men mooning at end of day
aah. Eyes have received skin as swooner of old days spar-sluices nudish gibberers under capital noose-claves

o we are the aldebarren poet-kids who feed off jizz. o we flail as we sharpen poem-pigs that feed off cribs; and a bolted slickerer damages porn-chicks and trays
send alcohols down a cliff of stormy Mars-kisses fizz and, thundered, we use lips to lift a tongue under flays and, summered, we cut nude bluetits with a sofa-haze
and, uh uh, a butterer of de bruised hips in red raze and widened like women, a slipper of shoed christ expands a dollar of an english dime from refractories where trams
accuse atomic bones of binding dirtiers to snared scrams and indigo pipers pee upon windy spectators of slaves

uh uh and blue expectorants sink into a webbed grave. uh uh and stewed stella ancients sink into a spun-raid and we cry for mussles where a pincer on a lave hits
holiday hips with swarmy hair and a pinker of old trips and, ahhh, a bandy rubber boy hisses as he jams lifts and, laaa, a randy blubber toy kisses dean as she rips
a donny of a wound child with wicked limbs and razors
..
as thamesward floats the city saviour then bent crypts cradle canny sea-deals in a lady sailor who sails slits; and we sail a boat in a cask and we dream about saws
and we see a god-ghost in play for renders of dinosaurs. ah ah ah. Dealers in dammy clays pelt pissers in tips. la la la. Readers of sonny blades sink a fish inside clits
and we will survive love's skin till the oceans of pips feed chamomile dung to liquid brethrens; O, men sit

daisy-squatted when a wrencher of ermine eats slips
and bummy damsel worms weep and cry for papers. 

 

800.

and what with paper helmets doing the round cold rolled dilly desirers will hereby eat wastegrounds; and a dollar in a pepper swells under old towns,
and the doctors in a wrapper sign aside cat-crowns and a bell of burners knell tocsins with slagged clowns,
and a radio under fire has a piss-proud tone and a rodoe under fire has a fatal cunt-stone; aahh, a medical puncher punches fat as bones
bear a body-bagger to a bled fields where drones hum, hum; and a wagger in a scented mentalis town
wallah after guns; and wideners of Downs sinks eaten fanny in a tree of crowns; la la la.
o what with paper pelmets doing de round, rolly girly peppers will surely perfume sound-hounds; and a marshy scent sinks wrists in crashed cements
and a dolly blazer stinks; and ruined towns glisten at city doors as weed sun-smolders; and a woven arch weeps for gunners; O, crowds
cruise across lips as hispid whoredom clouds a bitten sea which serenades bogey sky; and
as we widen into ships then a boat in jams swallows dread sails and comes to soap-pans; and filmic seasand boys who suffer for gloves and fans
hereby photograph a rider of the world; and eyelids peek from gasfires; Ah, an obsidian liar drinks from scabby stabbers as holy lovers
listen to the davy dark; and menkind suffers.

o what with paper pelmets doin' god's rounds
rolly pearly pisser girls sweat as they drown in a tangerine town

and what with paper remits doing the mounds easy peasy pushers must eat aside the pig-clouds; and a parky city lusts after brides as sexing berets
get pissed on; and natal wee murders devilled brain-tusks; and a cakey crier crusades for easy flushes and a body-blind
darkens deaths with rushes; and a filmed mind summons daddy dirt from canals and swine
o what with paper kermits doing the milk-towns easy sleasy scutterers scatter moped tree-milk; O, in our silly city we tease a naked daisy
and a sky of thieves shout about babe-clowns and as we widen into ships then a bark in a can exposes slabby fingers to vaginal submarines
and a dunny mark sinks a bird into a dream
and an eager death stoppers sex with screams

uh

gee whizz, as the sky entertains the sun then a reader of fire dictates swollen words unto mistress scissors; and old spires arise from golden guilty tunes; and weevillers light gasfires
as we widen into ships then sailor in a gun shoots sapphires and weepers screw pips as saviours stun a grey empire and a wiper of car-kits wash wands in cum; and old tyres.
will always for certain smother the void with grave-fires. gee whizz, as the sun entertains the sky then a high spire-squire gets doom-denied by his bastard drunken son; and squires
swell up for nazi guff; O, once a ruddy year, samphires snow deeply down inside dragglers of aged mind-spillers

and eyes must close up, up as blind hearing kills choirs.

and what with paper permits doin' my old jaunted town then a shitter of a picker has to hit ceilings and coded men ah, lung-scattered, nazi healing crucifies lost women
and a rogue at heart beats for lost eyes; and bedrooms heap a dizzy joke across a false chair; and minds swoon aside deepeners of de cross; O, eaters of bald runes
abuse fierce worldly words with naked blue poetry.

gee whizz, as the sun entertains pure death then I will defy deities with old plaintains; and mental sky will shoot a lunar bone as a blabberer under cold slides
shut a piggy wife-killer in a deep freeze; and red lies lilt under a libellous slanderer's sea-gun and old tithes trip aside morons as a bleeder of a sun burns nights.

 

 

 

801.

and what with paper helmets dragging dun caps down, and what with leper-star-lips shedding skinnered ginger-towns, we will entertain the riders of crypts; O, stars pound
a driller of papered wires; and shoes stamp on light and weedling peppery cruet-pyres damage sex with grimacing frowns; and, gee, the piteous bellered guns of death use tocsins to
fill a belfry with knelling sex vinegars; and sex moves a teeny tiny noose that spy-slams a spender in fast suede shoes; and a terrible goose burns cold turkeys with cruised
bladdy blorting daughter lightning; and cats cry for more rats and mice and voles and moles and whores. And when scar-doctored by Mars, a kindler of healers
dictates easy champagnes to dizzy drunken rivers and, la la, we chant for a mantrum as a fast mirror sea-slides a dumb plant aside a rider of a ripplering dummy eardrum
and, oo, as stunna of a dive launches squatters to a laid nude world where women punch too hard?,
gee whizz, the picures of old fingers sink rippers beneath lady-writers of gold ringers of hot calmed call-gal cars; O. when once a door-dancer dribbles from slippers
then a dog of timed lancers may well sunder for a drabbler of a caged cretaceous stage where strippering wards loosen urine clouds aside metallics and gay swards

gee whizz, the picures of blind fingers sink pissers and, la la, a masoner of spined creamer sucks gummy glass-robes; and we scurry out to a deaf sea as barking stones
bear insane jazzy genius to dreamers after kissers while a dagger-dancer swirls aside doomy sugary paperers of pented petrol brothers and a dagger of a midnight diner feeds across milners
and a bed of pricklers lathers after fatal dillers and a binded lip-stickler daubs an ass with Zen,
..
gee whizz, the pictures of a naked fotal foal
are soddenly sent to embolisms in a poet's rose
and a poet's tree slices corn from apple-gold
breathers of taut wine and menstrual clothes

and a bagger on a kerbing kiss phones pogues.
.
these waggering buried days where i lunched upon false jams dirty now cherried graves; O, as i punch upon scalded scams then a masoner of a meadow baby girl bricks in de evil boiling
and a rider of a mesh metes out easy meteors to de evil ceilings ah ah, measurers of measures cunt-crash for a lashwide evening ah ah, pleasurers of pleasures suck-slah a bed inside leavings
and a mad boy-heart ravels into swift grime that leads to killings; gee whizz, the pasters on my bed sweep damned burials under fascinating purple wastes that relieve maddening burials of
westends and tocsic tumblers; O, a carring accidental God has one zillion stars for his deafening blue eyes; and odes to glass caress a dlily doctor-cock with cunted waves that eat from a
neatly pressured body-box; and my meddled mind drive lost cars
..
these waggering buried days where i fed off a corpse of sarny sands swims for mamma nature; and a whipper of lead eats blue brands and we arise from mumbler's hill and we paint a bled town with
brighteners of fingery turban-mills; O, as tawny statue scales kids O, a broadener of both night and day dazzles seals with grids

once upon a sign in a blue world, my head seemed fed to pigs
once aside a signal, my screwed world seemed fat as fast figs
and, made for sandals, i see now in my fat web a tree of frigs
ah