"Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against a winter's sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table,
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets
The muttering hectoring retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap motels
Let us go then, you and I,
When ev'ning is spread in a winter's eyes
Let us go through half-deserted streets
The muttering hectoring retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap motels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells
Let us go, let us go
ohhhh.
And indeed there will be times
For the yellow smoke that slides the streets
Rubs its backs upon the window-panes
There will be time, there will be time
To bare a face to the faces that you meet
There will be time to murder and create
And time for the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a plastic plate:
Time for you and time for me;
Time for you and time to see
And time yet for one hundred indecisions,
And for one hundred visions and televisions
Before the scaling of a gallow tree
And indeed there will be time
To wonder, ‘Do I dare?’ and, ‘Do I dare?’
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald-spot in the middle of my hair
(They will say: ‘How his hair is grown from air"
All the women say: ‘How his hair is grown from air"
Do I dare or do i dare
Do I dare to care
do i dare to climb the stair?!
O
My car
Exhales
sex dust
-i am on the bust
Laa
my keen car rusts
and mean kinema sweats lust,.
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will rehearse
In a minute, there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse
Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
Do I dare disturb a lunatic hearse?
ohhh, ohhh, Viola?
For I have known them all already, known them all,
Have known the ev'nings, mornings, afternoons,
And I have known the eyes already, known them all
The eyes that fix you in a formulated grave
And when I am formed, sprawling on a pin
When I am pinned and wriggling on a glass-room wall
Sex writhes
And lightning entertains
Violation's zimmer-frame
aha...
aha
O
My car
Exhales
sex dust
i am on the bust
Laa
my keen car rusts
and mean kinema sweats lust
Arms that lie along a table or wrap around a shawl
Are not here at all
And how should I presume?
And how should I begin to forgive?
Alabaster moonshine
Soothes my sprig
ah, ooo,
Do I dare or do i dare
Do I dare to care
do i dare to climb the stair?!
Shall I say I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
And watched the smoke that rises from the sleep
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves,
Oh, Goodbye sweet love
laid God, help me?
uh ho...
And the afternoon, the ev'ning, sleep so peacefully
Smoothed by long fingers
Asleep…tired…Death malingers
Stretched on the floor, aside you and me
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices
Have the strength to force a rape to Isis
And, in short, I am afraid
And, in short, I am sun-laid
Fuck Fuck Fuck Kill Kill Kill
Thrill Thrill Thrill UH UH Uh!!
Ooooooo!
and rides live for
Viol
Ooooooo.
aha
O
My car
Exhales
sex dust
-i am on the bust
Laa
my keen car rusts
and mean kinema sweats lust
Would it have been worth while
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl
And turning toward the window, Lo!

Othello was
Masked Mario
`Ohh?
`Marello was a pumis
O.
My car
Exhales
sex dust
- i am on the bust
Laa
my keen car rusts
and mean kinema sweats lust,
Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me,
Should I, after cakes and scalding tea
Have the strength to force the moment to its aces
I am no prophet - and here’s no great matter
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker
And in short, I am
gun-raised
and in short i am afraid
zzzzz
ssss
Othello snipes
Darkness
And the seas burn, burn, burn
I grow old…I grow old…
yes, yes, i grow cold
uh i grow old..i grow cold
Here there are sausage thumbs
And surrealist pictures
Hanging from four walls
Here there are sausage sons
And woman painting dentures
Inside the daughter of a wax scroll
Lightning delves for
A thunderflash
Galileo
Seeks space
Oh! come see the sleeve around Christ's face?
Oh, do come
O,- do use a staplegun?
I do not think that mermen will sing for me
I have seen them riding seawards on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown black
When the wind blows the water...
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweeds red and brown
Till human voices wake us,-
la let's get out of here and raid the town,
.
lahh
We drive christ back home?
O!!!!
Ohhhh
My car
Exhales
sex dust
-i am on the bust
Laa
my keen car rusts
and mean kinema sweats lust
Dolls drool, drool, drool
skulls rule, rule, rule
DID Aladdin Feed ME?..
THE END THE END OHHH AHHH
MIEN!!"

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escalier.. re. THE DOOR'S 'THE END' more than 111 speed-written lines?

Here come the sullen Brontes
And we always watched them come
And their mad eyes always gleamed
And they read
‘Bibliobus’...
This State is unkind, do not read my mind
This State is unkind, do not read my mind
No time to kill the sun
No time to watch the rain
This State is unkind, do not think again
This State is too unkind
And the madness of sun strangles with pain
The softness of lies and death’s hereafter
And injected with stars, this city of shame
Sodomises fields, filled with grain
Because the Brontes read Bibliobus
Because the Brontes read Bibliobus
And I saw Medusa standing where
Her classroom pealed with laughter.
Driver, touch death’s steering-wheel
Driver, touch death’s steering-wheel
And do not taunt nor steal
And do not taunt nor steal
I saw death’s classroom peal with laughter
And the son of man lies half-stoned where
Mankind takes a long vacation
And castles of red sand lie near
The glassy eyes of theft’s staffroom
And the green-line bus calls us
And the green-line bus calls us
And the green-line bus calls us
Because the Brontes read Bibliobus
Because the Brontes read Bibliobus
Because the Brontes read Bibliobus
And I saw death’s classroom scream with laughter
And I saw Medusa standing where
Her teachers looked in mock despair.
The mad mind awoke, with a shake,
And taunted death thence strangled Spain
And I see that there is a ‘Rolex-Drink’
Worn on the wrists of sad children
And children have no sexual thoughts
And all their teachers are insane
All their teachers are insane
All their teachers are insane
Waiting for the brain-drain
And all teachers are insane
All teachers are insane
Waiting for the brain-drain
All glad preachers are arcane.
Because the Brontes read Bibliobus
Because the Brontes read Bibliobus
Because the Brontes read Bibliobus.
And I saw Medusa standing where
Death’s classroom schemed with laughter
And the mind is just too goddamn good
The mind is just too goddamn good
Because the Brontes read Bibliobus
Because the Brontes read Bibliobus
Because the Brontes read Bibliobus
And James Joyce resides in Haworth Castle.
Wills Wordsworth ate Kendall Mint Cake
Wills Wordsworth ate Kendall Mint Cake
Haworth Castle rests in Dublin
And James Joyce lived in a Martello Tower
I saw death’s school-room stream with vermin
Because this State is too unkind
Because this State is too goddamn quiet
And their teachers wait for the brain-drain
And all their students are insane
All their students are insane
And Haworth Castle lives in Ireland
Trivia dances
Trivia dances
The mind is too long
The mind is too long
Take the highway west
Take the highway west
To the fields
To the fields
To the fields of Bethlem
Because the Brontes read Bibliobus
The Brontes read Bibliobus
And I saw Medusa standing where
Her classroom pealed with laughter
Because her pupils read Escalier
And James Joyce lived in Haworth Castle
Because the Brontes read Bibliobus
Because the Brontes read Bibliobus
Because the Brontes read Bibliobus.
Kendall Mint Cake, where do you take us?
And you must take us due North
And terminate with red birth
Because this earth is upended
And her walls ended
Since the Brontes read Bibliobus.
This State is unkind, do not read my mind
This State is unkind, do not think again
I'll never see into the eyes of the mad
I'll never see into the eyes of the insane
Because the Brontes read Bibliobus
Because the Brontes read Bibliobus
Because the Brontes read Bibliobus
And I saw this classroom peal with laughter
Don’t taunt my mind with death’s hereafter
Shelley ate Kendall Mint Cake
And James Joyce resides in Haworth Castle...

SIGMA SEANCE

1.
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 flames:
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.

2.
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 vast.

3.
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......

4.
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 womb,
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, crucifiction, 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.
.. Are we on the Night Ship?

GARY SKIES

Gary Skies, i've been painting me the gary seas gorilla taping all the rings that slide inside a poppy tree
o Gary Skies, i need know why blue Gary Skies cut opal seed
lo gary gary gary./..
bad boys, pistols and plums, - makes my heart seem
chilled as mute apples up above
o
Gary Skies, i've been painted me the gary leas vanilla caping alll of the kings which heed gold hanging babylon babies....
oo a bed of bone digs cellves as dogdayed teas
reel inside the East
la la la la...
they put pills in our motorcars -as cat-cured sunned war drove crowed stars then we danced inside rocked sleeved
sleasy ratty reeds
& we rained adown inside a seagulled town .. O-YA
the sons of lovers leapt high - ah, clowns caressed berry bombs & the Ides of Death tricked a salt sound
to sea-hang funeral facing chicken dons ?/
gary skies, oo, gary slides - we've been weeping, weeping the sleeping mind of God hears gold weed
& a daggered steed raises Gary from Laden Ladies
...bad boys raid the radios teased toys raise light's rodeos &, oo,. vagina hill is close behind such mod mumbos must be fucked
-
mind winter goes to Hell
Gary Skies rings a prison-bell
& bad Mummy studies fist-ducked
keen cavvies of men & woollen
scope-sheeted rosed women....
oo Gary Skies, i've been painting me the gary seas gorilla-taping all the keys which drive
inside the poppy trees
oo gary skies, i'll never know why gary dies
oo gary, gary, gary-.,.
gay gobbed horses net a naked room, as wives
widen into Buddha...
la la la lahhh uhhh././
bad boys, pistols & ploves makes my heart seem the heart of a rose bad girls, pistils & plagues makes my heart seem as old as the grave
& old handed weepers raise gary skies from out his gary sleeves
& we jump for a stereo's noisy need
,.
Gary was god's Minotaur
Gary was love's centaur spy
Geary Gary was god's kitchen door
Glad Gary heard the Mission asking why
men and Ghosts get high...
-i-i-i-i-
self is a Lie??
..
gary gary gary skies never needsto answer why gary gary gary skies Nobodaddy licks the tides
& we run to sleep where a green Ide
locks kiosks into fingers.....
..
Fishy men of Alcatraz
study dry eyes..
Lo
GARY SKIES....


DAY IN THE KNIFE

day in the knife
Wow, what with youths, nudes & cradle-vice
We must live upstairs
Wow, what with veins, dudes & candle-Christs
We must live in hairs
& we make up sin from skinny heirs
& we see a summer of lice
Dreaming of a vaginal sea-heights
^& the lords of green Hell
Hang loud tocsins from a funeral bell?
The god of chilled winter summons
Ivy-bines & radio sirens
& the cods of quickened diamond
Daub a dragger with alarms
& the screens of saviours harden
& the wolves of windows
Shadow feral taxicabs
.
Ambulant idols pray where sin
Casts a crab upon
A tree of murder; O, as the sun
Streams from deadened guns
Then mandarin currencies strum
Washy city guitars,
& we smoked all ruddy year
& we choked on a bald tear
La
I stood against god’s jeep
O, I lathered after gem-sleep
& the countries of my mind’s heap
Combed a busman’s leer
..
- The widows of old stings
Cut a hairnet from Hero’s dad
A time bomb had
A city’s slag; & old sleep
Sent us to dreams of
Islands & cabs
& the wives of the dew saw wheat
Crying, crying,
Oh!?
The first fruited face we had
Dappled under Dali
O the fierceness of space
Cut us
& we fell into the moon
& the sandmen of the mad
Rode us unto Sundays
& the doctors of our tune
Rode a dilly space
Tut-tut-tut-tut…
We Must read our wills?
A wizardry of widows weds the body
& the body bountiful listens to diddy
& a mean green mummy body
Drives a sitar
Under churches, where ova under tar
Sink fish beneath
Stinking crocus cigars
O old viscous ladies peer from laces
& blind blondies
Brag for mirrors…
We awoke with a mean start
Then fell into the rain
& the rest sucks a jam tart.
Uh ho ah ho ha
Uh ho ah ha ha......
FINITO..
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HIV (A PSYCHODRAMA) more than 110 speed-written lines

Sleeping under tundra, denuding duvet thunder,
with a heart of redtime summer, our weeping
Hearts accord; accord to the lamplight, the winter coming softly:
sleeping under tundra,
Denuded sleep records.
This is the sickness of Heady Invitro Varnish;
HIV my any other name would still paint thick.
Snoring under lightning, with an eye of death devising
sleeping under tundra, duvet thunder
Clicks. though we be sure, sure that Love is Hero Nero,
sleeping under tundra, our souls attain
No spire.
Chapel of Love, cathedraline weft of widow;
snapping as we snooze, the socket lover wails:
Xanadu, no paradise, just masturbation in a window:
sleeping under tundra, duvet thunder
Rails; rails as severed hammers bang in nailed masectomy,
bang and bang again, with lover's bed a
Moon away: sleeping under tundra, denuding duvet thunder,
Xanadu, no paradise, snores into
Decay.
Halo Heaven? then what for motile angels, what for cherubs, seraphs,
what for Victorian War?
No, less motile angels than strangeness being strangled;
less the child made holy than murder
On the moor. though we are sure, our hearts go out on empty,
though we are sure, our hearts
Run out of heat. though we are pure, pure as passion's enemy,
denuding duvet thunder, the
Angels' hearts don't beat.
Demnos, cloven bastard, barterer in God's linen,
cut from cord at centre, umbilical kings die by.
Time was the proof lay in schemes of Lenin, now, cut cord at centre,
the schemes lie in the sky.
Summing up summer from a sickling enemy,
doing our buttmost to drive away the Lord, no
Man is the all of us, the cemetery core of us, the sickla, the Hitler,
the Samson in the gorge.
Duvet thunder, what brought night so dear to us?
where in the bed did death of light
Revere? what for the best of us, the alabastic breast of us;
what for the serpent, the breaker of
The spheres? duvet thunder, what brought night so near to us?
where in phallic latency does
Our humour lie? what for the grave in us, the orthodoxic gay in us;
what for the forsaker, the
Maker in the eye?
Nobody knows just where sex came from;
doing what it will, sex is a laugh; no! sex is chaos;
The science of Hubris: sex is a doctor in the acid atom's bath.
coming on soundly, sex is
Automaton; sex is the cradle of iron gone wrong -
Heady Invitro Varnish, sex is all sickness;
HIV by any other name
would rise against the strong.
This is the song of Los, the Blakeian Apocalypt, rather, this is shit-dip,
the sheep demesne gone
Blind: world under world, the weal of sex is Shibbolith: sex is daughterback,
the nickle fish in
Brine. searching for passion when all is Pornograph:
Internet darling, can you tell me your
Name? Duvet Thunder?! God knows, the best is lumber:
all sex is spinal puncture, is
Pornosapphic shame.
Sleeping, always sleeping, doing our best to suffer,
doing our best to wash before our bodies
Foul: Eliot, Sweeney - coconut will constipate - best to have no children than
o wear an urban
Cowl. true, pure, sure, how hearts reach out forever;
each out across the void to find a
Wedded light! No, no marriage enters, just madness epicentre:
the young reach out for
Everything, reach out & touch the knife.
Denuding Duvet Thunder, sleeping insane forever,
reapwalking like a terrorist, parading death in
Love: no more, just screaming peeples, the pupils under seagulls,
scavengers, destroyers, haters;
Dementia in the bud.
Coming on hotly, red Woman earns her tampons,
coming on redly, womankind is owned by all:
Time was the girl of ages wrote love on molten pages;
ime was once all love, now the heat of
Love must fall.
Duvet delusion, duvet thunder, duvet denusion,
divan number: slagma, smegma, petroleum
Lampage: 666, the sensual soul meets outrage, 666,
the sexual soul meets outrage, 666, the
Sensitive soul meets shoutrage, 666, the enteric soul meets shoutrage
UH UH UH
THE END..

*..
.CANCERIAN (a ghostly superhuman) nearly 100 speed-written lines.

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 minds. 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.
the ghostly human, locker-staring at the sun
discerns for children then shoots a taxi-gun
the ghostly human, the endless ghostly superhuman
and a venal sinal snap
cracks in twelve
and a daddy dealer to cellves will swing for pap
O, a ghostly human, locker-staring at the rain
discerns for crayons as a burner aside red pain
heaps hay long children to spastic clocks; and
me and my mental superhuman
appear spine-stilled
O, a ghostly lead-dead spun wind has to relapse
across minted mentalisms
O, a ghostly godly women fuses shrouds with cats
eyes have appeared denied by air where aged rats
get burning for dirt, disease, sex and deaths; and
batterers build brines from peas
and wiveners piss on trees where mutteflies
over-feed weepers with body-leaves
O, O, O; a parental sea-lie has to caress beads
O, O, O; a sentinel aside tides has to sow meads
across cicadas and vermeil sickled star-breeds
uh uh uh
tut tut twitter tut flacker
the led bed deaths found in an adult cot will
damge fists with whipping spy-drills
uh uh uh
tut tut twitter ticker flicker
the supermen who use super-powered dills
will sermon after dudes and caping thrills,
and dizzy dog-men lean across midnight hills
and pieties of pug-men dream of titty lip-mills
led dead bed deaths found in adult slots will
scurry aside city hens and fucky ferine killers
uh uh uh
tut tut tacker tippy masser
uh uh huh
we wish goodnight to french terrain as ripplers
sink cakey knives upside a naked glue-world
and nipplers, spiced, use wide opened gal-rippers
to strip a dyking headpiece from lesbian mirrors
uh uh uh
led bed dedly
led bed medly; O, caravans carry cars to rizlas
uh uh uh
led ded bedly
shred bed family,- crashes use illegal crash to
entertain poxers with shoes
and, ashen as she cums, staring goddess
lingers in de West
and a nudist sea-flex swings for nests
and, ah ah ah,
i have seen at close of heaven's day a blinded car
come concertina for the lilt of God and christ's vaginas
and, uh, a swelling war
comes smelling wards when pealer nurses cut sweet minors
from evil vaults where filthy adults play.
uh uh uh
tut tutty tutterfly
come homeward now and blow love's minds,-
AMEN...

BENEATH THE EARTH? (a montage)

I recall my mother child, shining in the venturous wild, storming in her
apple smiles, mother child, mother child.
I recall my mother kith, smiling
in her venturous kiss, saving me from darkness come, bearing me love's
kingdom come. Mother child, Mother Mary, here to bear to birth love's
theory; here to mould a world of fire: mother child, mother spire.
Mother
child, Mother Mary, here to rend away God's eyrie, here to clip the
eagle's madness, here to rend away God's sadness. Mother child, Mother
Mary, here to bear to birth love's theory; here to mould a world of fire:
mother child, mother spire.
Mother child, Mother Mary, here
to rend away
God's eyrie, here to clip the eagle's madness, here to rend away God's
sadness.
Lion of changes, lion of flame, how shall childhood come again?
Never till the stars go out, never till the angels rout: lion of changes,
lion of derangement, how shall childhood shend contentment?
Never till the
world replies to the pyres within its eyes. Mother, mother, mother child,
shining in the venturous wild, time shall come, but won't know how, death
gone after, a Golden Bough.
anorex, anorex; women r anorex. eat a little, eat a lot, eat a little, eat
the rot. anorex, anorex; women r anorex. don't matter what u try to say,
don't matter what u try to do - woman is anorex; woman breaks on thru.
eat
to die, eat to fade, eat to wharve away decay; eat the moon, eat the sun -
eat the endless food of none. anorex, anorex; women r anorex. seen it in
the cinema, seen it in the streets, seen it under kinema; this world is in
defeat.
anorex, anorex; women r anorex. eyes on empty, eyes gone nowhere,
There once was a man from cork
who was terribly fond of pork
he ate thin and thick
and was terribly sick
then he popped himself with a fork. ..... !!
Bearing loaves & fishes, going gung-ho for the Son, into rooms of tender,
the moon fires like a gun: set in Cimmerian slaughter, like a flunkey
diamond filled with chaff, slittering the wrists of daughters, the Ghosts
of Judas flash. Are u going to the Summer Seance? Are u going to the
Summer Seance? Are u going to spend time with the ghouls of abeyance? Are
u going to the Summer Seance?
Mute in verbal gossamer, snapping twigs with
zen-eyed glee, pastelling after spider tombs, the Christ of Heroes swims
the sea: dread is the thunder's whisper, motors thrum in eyes above;
slittering the wrists of tarantula riders, the Ghosts of Judas deny all
love. Are u going to the Summer Seance? Are u going to the Summer Seance?
Are u going to spend time with the ghouls of abeyance? Are u going to the
Summer Seance? Eighteen lazy pharaohs, like sickle spies, cleave pyramidic
dreams: pyrrhic victory under rainbow, the sword of duty breaks its
scream: screened on widow windows, like a seminal river maundering by,
slittering the wrists of iron sidlers, the Ghosts of Judas siren high. Are
u going to the Summer Seance?
Late in graves of powder, setting no store to the cannon of doubt, sat led
ded in canyon chowder, the clamerine angels spume & pout: summoning
sermonics from sulphur, like a wheat-eyed fairy, Mary sighs: slittering
the wrists of Zion's pariahs, the Ghosts of Judas haunt & fry. Are u going
to the Summer Seance? Are u going to the Summer Seance? Are u going to
spend time with the ghouls of abeyance? Are u going to the Summer Seance?
No more to fields of rapine azure, no more to Indians spitting rhyme: no
more the gas, the permeable prism: no more the light inside the spine: no
more the spike-skeined sentries, no more the soldier in the lung: no more
the leather under breath, no more the lovelorn graves of cum. With beauty
under cancer, a rose tattoo of bludgeoned fear, the metal Ghosts of Judas
rise upwards from the spheres. Are u going to the Summer Seance? Are u
going to the Summer Seance? Are u going to spend time with the ghouls of
abeyance? Are u going to the Summer Seance?
ah,-
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.
Inveigal my territory as if it were sanity, strike at my history as if it
were air: summon up demons, let music murder me: in the sun's charity, let
madness flare. Pall walls around me seek to find security: locked in a
cage, the bird within me sings: inveigal my territory as if it were
sanity, strike at my history, sever my wings.
I never knew the sun of
Simeon, I never felt the world inside my words: truth is all darkness, an
artless state of sentience: a nightbird in purdah, my soul denies its
verve, suffers under murder & buckles into sadness, leprous as a sinner
whose senses curve.
Pall walls around me seek to find security: locked in
a cage, the bird within me sings: inveigal my territory as if it were
sanity, strike at my history, sever my wings.
As if I ever knew the
gunshine of moving, as if I ever knew the bullet laid bare: as if I ever
knew the riflers at my pocket: seldom knowing any, no God on high answers
my prayers.
Pall walls, or is it something close to recusance; something
close to subvention that makes my soul decry? To search for passion's
sentence is all & all love's presence: pall walls, or is it fury; more,
the devil in love's eye?
endless under prism; a prison of spectral torture, the gaoler's hands
decree: sermoned under lightning, struck dumb by passion's raping,
entombed in endless blackness, this man of bone receives.-
This is Planet Birth: umbilical as lust, the cradle's yawn
disproves: this is Planet Birth: let no child tell you birth's amused:
under mud & under oil, Planet Birth denies its toil: let no God tell you
birth is plain, Planet Birth came from the rain.
Planet Birth, Planet
Birth, Zioning in the Dark, beneath the earth, like ded zephyrs from red
skies, Planet Birth comes flailing by: wailing under hammered sirens,
when we get out of town, our kids must drown?..
!!!!!

ESCALIER 2 (re. The Door's 'The End') more than 135 speed-written lines.

Here come the solemn brontes we always watched them come and their mad eyes always glared
And they read 'Bibliobus'??!!
This state is unkind, do not read my mind This state is unkind, do not think again
No time to fear the mortal sun No time to watch the falling rain
This state is unkind, do not think again The madness of sin strangles with pain
The softness of lies and deaths hereafter Injected with stars, this city of shame
Sodomises fields, filled with grain.
The brontes were bibliophiles The brontes were bibliophiles I saw the gorgons standing where
The classroom screamed with laughter.
Driver, touch this steering-wheel Driver, touch this steering-wheel Do not taunt nor steal
Do not taunt nor steal I saw the classroom scream with laughter
The son of man lies half-stoned where Mankind takes a long vacation
And characters of sand lie near The glassy eyes of the staffroom.
The green-line bus calls us The green-line bus calls us
The Brontes were bibliophiles Their students read Escalier
I saw death's classroom scream with deadly laughter.
The mind awoke, with a shake, And taunted death then strangled pain I see there is a rolex-drink
Worn on the wrists of mad children And children have no mind-thoughts
And their teachers are insane Waiting for the renal brain-drain.
The brontes were bibliophiles Their students read Escalier I saw the gorgons standing where
The classroom screamed with laughter The mind is just too goddamn good
The mind is just too goddamn good The brontes were bibliophiles James Joyce lived in a Martello Tower?!!
This state is unkind, do not read my mind This state is unkind, do not think again
I'll never see into the eyes of the insane I'll never see into the eyes of the arcane and i say, once again,
That the brontes were bibliophiles
And death's Students read Escalier
I saw the classroom scream with laughter OO i saw the glassrooms shrill for lady easy Fathers
Do not read my mind - instead, kill me.
Do not read my spine - instead, fill me with cobra crones and curried sugar-chromes
Do not dare heed de Time - instead, wash a wallet under sloanes and take a camera for a groan..
Ev'rybody turned the light down Ev'rybody please turned the light down: Tom Baker
Means Sweden Ehh? Did James Joyce lived in Germany or did Virgina rule god's book-makers?
Ev'rybody turned the lights down
Ev'rybody please turned the goddamned Light down Ohhh:
Tom Baker means Holland: Ophelia holds a holllow candle
There are films to groan Films to moan Films to snare Cartons to drink from
There are kilns to stone Files to hone with canny fanny-thumbs
There are films to own Dreams to loan Films to share macadam and bones
..
Ev'rybody turned the light down Please every single babby turned the light down
Tom Baker is a triptych wasp; Jamieson means 'Osnaburgh'?...
If these words seem stupid Accept your sex is strangled If your parents lisp
Please lie with the devil's emptied children
Ev'rybody turned the light down Ev'rybody please turned the light down
Wet sex is dimmed.
Fielding means Housman Housman means H Auden means Phil Larkin; Ohm!
Red Tatlin drank don perignon;
If your teachers are stupid Please lie for your children
If grey preachers seem rancid, then go cry after crazy cats and evil chickens.
There are films to moan Films to groan Films to snare Cartoons to shrink from.
Mind is too long Mind is too long Mind is just too goddamned long.
If you hear from your parents Please lie with your children
Stockholm means Tom Baker Jamieson means Osnaburgh.
Ev'rybody turned the light down Please ev'rybody turned the light down
Ev'rybody please turned the light down.
There are films to groan Films to moan Hamlet was Hamnet
Shakespeare thrilled his children Ophelia was a buzzing wasp.
Ev'rybody turned the light down Please ev'rybody turned the light down
Ev'rybody please turned the light down.
Flesh is eaten And fleshes are children Bread cabins burn
And brandies are salved By the tears in love's eyes.
Boards must break Beds benite The penis of the hollow moon.
If you make no sense Please accept that you have tried
To poeticise the fields of rhyme
Ev'rybody turned the light down Please ev'rybody turned the light down
Ev'rbody please turned the light down.
There are rolex drinks And milks to drink from
Candles to burn Bibles to kill.
Take the highway west Take the highway west To the fields
To the fields
To the Aalu-fields.
Ev'rybody turned the light down Please ev'rybody turned the light down
Tom Baker means Norway This perfect place is shrunken.
I frequently used a candle.
Stockholm means bastard Children live for zero Scissors and knives die in Germany.
The easter foods for xmas rot: Ides Will shadow wrought iron
If your teachers were stupid Accept your words are polos
Do not devour the lotus-flower.
Ev'rybody turned the light down Please ev'rybody turned the light down
Dylan Marlais Thomas was the Elohim James Joyce lived in an expansive tower
Ev'rybody please turned the light down.
The zero deed, the shuttle need, The eunuch seed spurts from shaved shoe-leather
Ev'rybody turned the light down Please ev'rybody turned the light down
Ev'rybody please switch the light off
Here and Now!!!
...
copyright jdb 2000.

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UNICURSAL? (after The Doors) (more than 72 speed-written lines)

I was doing time in the Universal Spine: murdered in the mind, with Lord &
Locus out of time; scattering Nero seed, with Zion's tomb a grief away
Universal Swine, Universal wine
Seek the sadness in the Garden, find the
solemn cage of fire: Universal, spine is Unicursal, Universal Spine,
Universal slime
Gaoler, give me keys of azure, Gaoler, lend me locks of
blood: mute, all love is Unitersal, Unipursal: love denies God's bud.
Universal Spine, Unicursal Spine, Unihearsal, Universal pine: all is found
in the Universal grind: Universal, Unimettled, poesy dilly spy-sound
This is the time, the time of broken minds, the time of jailers in the
Tyne; this is the time, this is the time, I'll never save u from the
wind.
At the centre of sun, cold prisms run; spectral under gun, cold
prisms run - no light may live now love is done - at the centre of the
sun, cold prisms run
Crucifaction sermons unto doom; den-eyed at iris,
the eyes of heaven boom - this is the time, the time of woken minds; this
is the time, this is the time.
Cruel at hedon middle, stars of murder
blood the plough; cruel at hedon middle, stars of murder blood love's
bough - the ship of death is sailing - no more the moon, just tombstone
storms
This is the time - all light comes flailing - this is the time of
sharded dawns. Seams under stretcher ward love's murmurs - in the caves, we
sight light's brain - spermerotic, with light our cool demeter, petrol
pools rape aside the rain - old is the serpent under music; old, the gold
skein, the rattlesnake bride - this is the time, the time of delusion;
this is the time of the haunted wide
This is the time, death's gallery is
shining - shining like blue mud, the throttled lizards sing - this is the
time, death's gallery is shining - shining like blue gods
the knife of
hatred spins - no time is real, no time is certain; no time, just masques
behind blue doors - this is the time, death's gallery is shining - neon as
a whisper, the sea of death's pleasured.
This is the time, the time of
broken minds; this is the time of graves in the mind; this is the time,
the time of purple pine; this is the time, this is the time
This is the
time, the ship of death is eastern; this is the time, the time of purple
missions; this is the time, no time left to use dead wine; this is the time, this
is the time, this is the time....
are we on the night-ship?
the spinal snapper of a mind-safe fuses lubes to loud lace
the signal snacker under wind-wastes
grow under fractious losers; and the father to outelled space
hisses across meddlesome mandalas
and the slit of god grasps to stone wallahs
o o o o, a passenger of masks loosens dollars as english fevers
fall directly to death's feathers
and a naked female falon hitler
weeps for blooders; and cad casements in soft rivers
rotate across a blind void.
i was doin' time in the universal spine
i was easing heads aside a mental wall-wynd
and, as static beds burn up
then a scissor inside a crocus-cup has to surrender lights to mermen
o, i was doin' time in the univeral Tyne
oo, as the earth fell away, then i jacked a hearse and blew god's mind
and, lashwide, crackers of gems
get casing aside meddlers of sweet spind wind-hens
i was doing time; and fractal lace-hiders move mod deaths from
cicada chicken
and the is the end of missions
and this is the end of prisms; and this is the arse-wipe of hedoners
amen amen amen amen

THE END


BAD BOYS 1 more than 120 speed-written lines

Bad boys, pistols and plums,
Makes me feel like a kid on the run
Bad boys, pistols and ploves,
Makes my heart seem like the heart of a rose
Mad men, rendering screams,
Hereby rock the livid dead and, oo,
Bad men feed from anemones
And wide lips pucker after dudes, oo.

Bad boys, pistols and plums
Bad boys, pistols and guns
Make my heart feel for chewing-gum

Laaaa
Laaaa Oh Hahhh
Laaaa Lo Uhhhhhh.

And i have used a poppy field
To strangle pain with emperies
And i have noosed nude fates with
Easy funeral pigs
Agh, a lightning mind-rig uses reels
To damage Love's bandaged weal

Bad boys, pistols and plums,
Makes me fee like a kid on the run
Bad boy, crystals and brogues,
Makes my heart feed on soft lobes
And, oo, old holistic men use drums
To scurry across blinded eardrums

Bad boys, pistols and plumes
Bad boys, pistols and rooms
Makes God seem lost under cum-dunes

Laaaa
Laaaa
Laaaa Oh Huh Huh Huh
oooooooooooooooooooo

The sun is rocked today
The moon is stopped this day
The mountains fall today
O a spook on a wall dies this day
For infant ghosts
O sleek girl-hosts gleam as praise
Damages veins with pigeon-plaids.

Bad boys, pistols and plums
Makes my heart appear sex-hung
Bad days, pistols and ploves,
Makes my spirit shine inside lungs
And a female ferine christ
Has to marry screens to lice

ohh a naked butcher bakes meat
ohh a naked bridler sucks wheat
And, as rain men depart, then sleep
Deifies mien with petrol peeks
And, at last, bad children reap a
Killer's crowned gold canary

Uh Uh Uh
EH? EH? EH?

Bad boys, pistols and plums
Bad boys, pastels and rogues
And eyes slide down raided glass
And minds slide down fatal grass

AMEN..AMEN..AMEN

This is the sordid end of women
This is the torrid dreamer's lunge
This is the florid gem that stuns
Video Digital voices with sirens
And a bad man born to blades
Has limbs that swim the Moon
Ahhh, madam child Lysander
Uses Rhodes for Venice
And, ashen, bellmen use varnish
To paint a flamingo island

AMEN..AMEN..AMEN..

Bad boys, pistols and plums,
Makes my heart seize dead cum
Bad boys, pistols and ploves,
Makes my heart beat for troves
And lady Andromeda interfuses
Ideal Hectors with laden juice
And, oo, a damsel in dun distress
Sings of murdered Mount Aborra
.,.
This world is shaped from rats
This earth gets raped
And, idolised, a river under bats
Brutalises spind skin and road-cats

Bad boys, pistols and ploves,
Makes my baby wail as she roves
Deeply down a feline smile,-
Bad boys, pistols and pogues,
Makes my history breakdown..
And when unicorn evils speat clowns
Then meddlers of man-eaters
Will vanish under minotaurs; Oh.

Cocoas fed to old Chanel will
ooze from a knickerbox;- Hills crown
Zion under iron lyon-drills
And babbling bad boys drinks stilled
Vaginal waters; and easy crocks thrill
After fixed flowed fuckers
La La: once upon this mind, sad lovers
Gave geesy jives to fingerers
..
Bad boys, pistols and plums,
Makes my soul touch mums where
Addlers of foals don crapped tears
And tears fall just like salt rocks
And fear crawls
And spheres call aside water-clocks

Ohh Ohh Ohh Laaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

I stole a rose-mind from easy Lot
I rolled a crow-spine across Rot
And I know that my time has come to
Sunder sullen sons with bad boys

coo-coo-cudgel-coo
shoo-shoot-marvel-moo

THE END. THE END. THE END.

..

jdb 1993.

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BAD BOYS TAKE 2 more than 100 speed-written lines

Bad boys, pistols and ploves
Makes my heart seem the heart of a rose
Bad days, peoples in plays
Serenade the sides of yesterdays
Bad boys, pistols and ploves,
Bad days, riders of graves must
Issue burns to breadcrusts.

Bad boys, pistols and ploves
Bad boys, death under crows
Comes crashing
Down, down
And, oo, itemisers of shows
Forces madam Iris to down
Eyes and ears: And in towns
A bald budder breaksdown

And down, down, down
Goes the bad boys
And down, down, down
Go the sad boys
Uhhh

Bad boys, pistols and ploves
Makes my heart seem the heart of a rose
Bad days, women and slaves
Always seem now to get in the way
And my mind gets bad
And my cellves use drag
To taunt a wanky sex

And down, down, down
Goes the bad boys
And down, down, down
Go the mad boys whose sounds
Get sharpened into loins
And easy easter-eaters use groynes
To storm a sex-bastille
Ohhh
Ohhh
Ohhh..

Bad boys, pistols and crows
Makes my heart seem the heart of a rose
Bad gals, pissers and snows
Make my head spin aside a ramrose
And disease aside weed
Gets gassed with blinded frets
And dummy brides aside sleeves
Get gassed with wedded shipwrecks

And down, down, down
Goes the bad boys
And down, down, down
Go the questers after mind-mounds
And we use lips for fevers
And we use sugary fast fingers
And a vinegar slant
Washes mills inside a pepper-plant
Ahhhhh

The whirling words of Gods must
Extemporise dummy sons; and dust
Will fly behind steeples
And, laa, a naked eyeful strikes peoples
From logo police and bully lusts;
And, once below a head,
Tossed flamingos went to bed
And i espy Hero wetting her floor-bed?

The daddy moon must
Surrender cocoons to lunar dived breads
And summery starred winters
Curry capons with idiot luncheon pitchers
And a tiny apron-child gets
Rammed across lips and dolly-wrecks
And a mummy mouth
Surrounds all cellves in clothes
And we sear a tooth to a throat
And we appear killed??

Bad boys, pistols and plums
Makes my heart seem the eye of the sun
Bad girls, pistols and ploves
Makes my heart seem the mind of a rose
And duos under marshed men
Scatter coves across blonde gems when
Dazzle-deniers dream about dressers.
..
Bad boys, pistols and ploves
Bad girls, whistlers and crows....
Bad boys, bad toys, sad sex-shows..

ooo i realise the sides of a sideshow
And naked mamma mary
Uses guns for death's lost canary
And wetted cabby boy-ladies
Drag stools across dirtying boobies

La La La
O-La..... buttery bisons bag daddies
And crowded natal gardens
Get fed to shaved stone
La La La
O-la... mentalis has gone to stone
All wide wives with pelted pig-bone
.
Oo, bad boys, pistols and plums
Oo, bad joys, eagles and nuns
OOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOO

THE END..

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2 TO TOMORROW PART 1

blagging, blagging, stop your blagging: the sun is red with jokes that
rain, the mystic madness in the mind, as endless as the conman's chain.
blagging, blagging, stop your blagging; cease the day you chose to die.
the sun is red with jokes that rain, the mystic madness, red at eye. you
have two choices in this world: the first is life, the second, death:
best seek the way of endless soul, or else denude the breath. blagging,
blagging, stop your blagging; cease the day you chose to lie. meet me in
the fields of azure, meet me in the sky.

here today, gone tomorrow, gone westways with no-one's sorrow. here today,
gone tomorrow,gone westways with no-one's sorrow. the sun behind, is moon
run blind, is shadow summer on the wall: go meet the witness on the
fall,go meet the witness on the fall. here today, gone tomorrow, gone
westways with no-one's sorrow. here today, gone tomorrow, gone westways,
with no-one's sorrow. we have gone shopping

EVERYTHING'S BUSINESS
ALL DREAMS ARE CAUGHT IN A GRAVEWARD KISS?

PART 2

the graveward kiss, the graveward kiss,
i am in touch with the graveward kiss;
i know the ways of summer moons,
i sense the idol in ten rooms;

& should this earth of birthward fire
contest the rumour in the pyre,
no man would come to challenge christ;
the girl i know is real as ever.

the graveward kiss, the graveward kiss,
i am in touch with the graveward kiss,
the graveward kiss, the graveward kiss,
i am in touch with the graveward kiss.

meet me forever in the fields of pleasure,
meet me forever in the idle sun;
meet me where there is no care,
where no child can care to run.
meet me forever in the fields of pleasure,

meet me forever in the ideal sun?

don't need no cowl, nor iron bowel; don't need no tampon in the spine:
don't need no best of judas breast; don't need no bleeding mind. give me
bleach, give me bleach, give me vitreous bleach. just give me vitreous
bleach. don't need no bug, don't neeed no lover; don't need the sodom in
the vein: don't need no best of judas breast; don't need no thinking mane.
give me bleach, give me bleach, give me vitreous bleach. just give me
vitreous bleach.

PART 3

Bard upon the mind, bard upon the mind,
reaching unaccountable themes
thru the furled litter of hearts, under
lapping shadows, battling sparks
of a kingdomed stillness, sundered home
beneath the weal-roll of yesterday's tomes.

There's violence here, that shall not end
child, your world beholds no friends,
neither shall the strangers sire
seraphic rangers from your fire
fear endearments now, my child,
for love will take you thru the wild?

it's bards upon the mind, my girl,
that'll take you from this world.

Bard upon the mind, bard upon the mind,
girl, you've got to have a dream
girl, you've got to make some time
as the sun that fades must live
so your ways must surely give
& the winter on the shore
open up that sylvan door.

Bard upon the mind, bard upon the mind,
bard upon the mind,
keen killer kids will grind?!

In touch with a woman's hand,
in touch with a woman's hand;
i am in touch with a woman's hand.
she shall find me in the field,
she shall find me in the yield,
she shall find me seven over,
in the meadows full of light.
in touch with the heart of power,
in touch with the final flower,
in touch with the moon of gold,
in touch with the ways of old.
In touch with a woman's hand,
in touch with a woman's hand;
i am in touch with a woman's hand.
she shall find me in the field,
she shall find me in the yield,
she shall find me seven over,
in the meadows full of night.

PART 4

In sleeves , the parrot jigsaw
assembles where the ferret sun
quires the day with gimble waves
as endless as the slithy one.

On mimsy hill, we briared the ill
and made the way for brillig fire,
and quired the day with gimble waves
as endless as a slithy pyre.

The 'paratus of praying seas
must bring all children to their knees,
and quire the day with gimble waves
and make the way for pharaseas.

No man may know the gimble hill,
nor walk the lanes of outgrabe love,
nor make the way for treasure toves,
nor break away the slithy bud.

Indeed, the parrot jigsaw
has eyes as endless as the moon;
and should that moon turn back,
then birth would fade to black.

The sun defines; the words push thru,
The sun defines; the words push thru,
The sun defines; the words push thru,
The words push thru, those words are u.
Meet me in the summer rain,
Where there is no aimless pain,
Meet me in the summer rain,
Meet me where there is no pain.
The sun defines; the words push thru,
The sun defines; the words push thru,
The sun defines; the words push thru,
The words push thru, those words r u.
Meet me in the summer rain,
Where there is no aimless pain,
Meet me in the summer rain,
Where these endless words ordain
The Sun..

Pull back the night; let thru
The Lady of the light.
Pull back the night; let thru
The Lady of the light.
Search, search, search the sun,
Search, search, seek the moon,
Search, search, seek the sun,
Seek the endless way of doom.
Pull back the night; let thru
The Lady of the light.
Pull back the night; let thru
The Lady of the light.
Pull back the endless bright.

PART 5

Xenon, Xenon, spatial winter; Xenon, Xenon, pennon gas: the zero seed
inside the wave, lies serried with its xerox flash. Xenon, Xenon, spatial
winter; Xenon, Xenon, pennon gas: the zero seed inside the wave, lies
serried with its xerox ash. Xerox siege, Xenon weed; Xenon, Xenon, pennon
gas. the mind is steel, is red at weal; is Xenon, Xenon, Xenon, Xenon,
Xenon, endless Xenon. don't speak to me of madness, for madness rules the
way: Xenon day, Xenon day, trendless Xenon day. The seeker in the eyeless
mind is cruel as gaseous paradigm. Xenon, Xenon, Xenon, Xenon, Xenon,
Xenon; pennon gas. spatial winter, spatial winter, spatial winter, spatial
winter. Xenon, Xenon, pennon gas, Xenon, Xenon, xerox flash: the pennant
mind, the pennant soul, the pennant mind, the graveward roll: Xenon,
Xenon, mind gas Xenon; Xenon, Xenon, Xenon flash. Xenon.
Look away please...

tea-leaves down the front, tea-leaves down the front: saw the sailors
sailing, saw the tailors wailing. tea-leaves down the front, tea-leaves
down the front: saw the day turn red. tea on the mind, tea on the brain;
tea lives on in every vein: tea-leaves down the front, tea-leaves down the
front; tea-leaves on the sea-front: tea-leaves down the front, tea-leaves
down the front; tea-leaves on the sea-front.

PART 6

In a room of stone,
In a room of stone,
You are never
on your own
In a room of stone,
In a room of stone,
In an endless
room of stone
In a room of stone,
In a room of stone,
The moon is bone,
The moon is bone
In an endless
room of stone.
memories abused,
minds in pain,
fear of fear,
endless rain
In a room of stone,
In a room of stone,
You are never
on your own
In a room of stone,
In a room of stone,
In an endless
room of stone
men and kine feed drones?!

PART 7

2 to tomorrow, 2 to tomorrow; fight the sorrow, fight the sorrow; 2 to
tomorrow, 2 to tomorrow; fight the goddamn sorrow.
go meet the hills, go meet the rain, go meet the hills, go rape the brain.
2 to tomorrow, 2 to tomorrow; fight the sorrow, fight the sorrow.
2 to tomorrow, 2 to tomorrow; fight the goddamn sorrow.

i know this girl, she has 4 minds, i
know this girl, she owns my world. 2 to tomorrow, 2 to tomorrow; fight the
goddamn sorrow. plu-perfect dream, plu-perfect dream; i had this blue,
plu-perfect dream: the sun was red, the neon scene as cruel and cold as
mary's scream.

2 to tomorrow, 2 to tomorrow; fight the sorrow, fight the sorrow.
2 to tomorrow, 2 to tomorrow; fight the goddamn sorrow. go meet
your girl in fields of azure green, go meet your girl in fields of azure
green, go meet your girl in fields of schizoid azure; oo let de neon scene come back to dream?

2 to tomorrow, 2 to tomorrow; fight the sorrow, fight the sorrow. 2 to
tomorrow, 2 to tomorrow; fight the goddamn sorrow. go on a trip, and the
acid heart will seize, go on a trip and greet a bread-disease.

the earth seems over - just look over your shoulder: eyes nearby seethe
across enemy heads and nuclear bees
the earth seems over- just glue to whores: spies nearby suck blue deeds
and a beady bummer christ gets rippled by de beast and its female wheeze

2 to tomorrow, 2 to tomorrow; fight the sorrow, feed hot haloes
and cum now to the renal purse we must sell to dweebs- O, we gotta
clasp a dirtier of red venal sauce and we must sire seraphic sky-glitter
2 to tomorrow, 2 till de gallows

uh uh uh uh: easy eaters of Eden dip drowners beneath bled strippers
loved the
end, always did, loved the end since we were kids; loved the end since we
turned fay
loved the end, always did: loved blue tenements since laird god kissed clay

ooo a dinner ate in darkness drug-wrenches two teeth as an isle of clits
gets swallowed by old bled minds and fucked gloves
O 2 to tomorrow
O 2 to tomorrow
O 2 until the clock of sorrow; ah ah ah ah ah

AMEN..we sail for sinks when a family head-rose rids mien of slips
and a saddener in rinks appear sprayed across vinyls and coda trips
AMEN.. we sail for pinks as familial snake-clothes drink to grey lip
and we realise god's mind
and we penalise god's glamour

AMEN AMEN AMEN...

2 to tomorrow, 2 to tomorrow: no-one here may face the sorrow
2 to tomorrow, 2 till bled mallows
get gutted under sawn dust; and eager beavers swim across shadowed
baby bunting bends

2 to tomorrow, 2 to tomorrow: nobodaddy dies for swallows and
oh, as kissers hiss across sex-ice
then blaggers under crypts must render christs as dead as England's
evil whiteness

Uhh as we ride from country sleep then we race across serums
Uhh as we cry, then we arise from meat
and woollen wolverines weep for tongues when vast hills sleep
across a puny wolf-tail; and, ah, we widen for gems as sirens
come deeply down in a drugged mind

O 2 to tomorrow
O 2 to tomorrow
O 2 until the clothes in meadows get greased up by talons
oooo we arrest salt faiths within blonde bays and falons

oh use the signs of waggerers whose cosine hunts maidens
oh use the spines of swaggerers whose blue whine hardens
oh oh; an acid teamster gives fay fallowers to swine-gardens
and we get out of town to find a red city underneath ravens
come spurting concrete vagina from cartels of easy dragons
oooo
oooo

THE END.

*
Copyright JDB 1992.

*

C/O THE MYSTERY THAT ABIDES

She rent away, just like the first girl's death: she rent away, rent away
against the breath. Taking no lovelorn mirror to reflect the peace she
maimed, she rent away, she rent away. She rent away, just like the blade
of summer: she rent away, rent away against the thunder. Taking no murder
under, though murdering was all she did, she rent away, she rent away. She
rent away, rent away into the darkness: sulphuric in her sermon, her heart
of dust hit madness. Raping dreams of plenty, like a porno Queen with eyes
on empty, she rent away, she rent away. She rent away, just like the first
girl's death; she rent away, just like the first girl's death; she rent
away, rent away beneath her breath: she rent away.

Cellevision, cellevision, brute decrier in a metal screen of fission: come
down from ghosts hereafter, sun-divided in visions of the mean,
cellevision, cellevision, brute decrier in a metal screen of dreams.
Cellevision, cellevision, sickled depiction of the signumatic wars: cum
down from schemes of wrought incision, cellevision, cellevision, brute
decrier in a metal screen of doors. Cellevision, first shadow of the
empery of stealing: spieled betweeen the brains, the tube of sickness
projects doom: sermonic under glasseye, like a semicomic fistsky,
cellevision, cellevision, cellevision. Summed up from cemetery, in a
cloven drum, God's trivial boys appeal: parried under acrid come, like a
crucifaction, the Lord of Screens conceals; conceals the siren camera,
with lenses blasted into blurring war: cellevision, cellevision, brute
distractor to the core; cellevision, cellevision, brute distractor to the
core.

The mystery that binds is destruction in the mind: serrying light with
burial, like a mute reminder of the life beneath the spine, coming on
softly as a skeletal climb, the mystery that binds is destruction in the
mind.

The mystery that binds is destruction in the rose: burning light
with burials , like a thorned reminder of life beneath the clothes, coming
on softly as a skeletal pose, the mystery that binds is destruction in the
rose. And love is death & death will sundermine: in the sharden bower, the
buds of truth will blossom into crime: no artless God shall sickle summer
into any portrait of surprise: the mystery that binds is destruction in
the mind, the mystery that binds is destruction in the mind

And love is
death & death will sundermine: in the sharden bower, the buds of truth
must blossom into crime: no artless God shall sickle summer into any
portrait of surprise: the mystery that binds is destruction in the mind &
destruction in the mind is the act of killing time.

Can you find a blue beginning, can you find a state of sun: in the
thickets of true meaning, can you find the endless one; in the pools of
trendless water, can you bear us moons & stars: can you find a blue
beginning, can you shend the chains of Mars?
Rocky green mountains,
scarlet corbans: in with the Persian womb, light understands; in with the
capitals, the ladies of the lake, upward from endless fire, summer sires
love's shape.

Dug down from metronomes, serried into flame, cut from the
robes of stone, solid in God's frame, like plumes of azure gone glad in
skeins of ore, into blue madrigals, the lion of ages roars.
Winter is

fading; see love assail us: winter is fading, see love comprise: winter is
fading; see love come parading: winter is fading; come see love devise.
Under swirled emperies, into mute tapestries, set beneath fountains, our
blue beginning comes: never shall hatred compose us our charities; never
again shall our darkness drum. Blue beginning, blue century, see how time
loves you; see how the heirs of wisdom smile: come, let love near you,
surmise & revere you:-.

blue beginning, blue century, let love beat the
wild: blue beginning, blue century, let love beat the wild
o do you dare feed god's child?

You know we are together vain;
the all & all will never shine.
You know we are together vain;
no time for us inside the mind.
the days we got together,
lie strangled in the grave.
the fire is real, the fire is high;
no time to live or die.
baby, baby, break right thru,
baby, baby, give a sign.
baby, baby, break right thru;
baby, baby, lend some time.
You know we are together vain;
the all & all will never shine.
You know we are together vain;
no time for us inside the mind.
the days we got together,
lie strangled with the sun.
the fire is real, the fire is high;
no time to live nor die.
baby, baby, break right thru,
baby, baby, give a sign.
baby, baby, break right thru;
baby, baby, lend some time.

....

copyright jdb 1999.

....

HELLO TO LEE (maiden of the sea) speed-written

hello to lee, maiden of the sea, maiden of the earth, maiden of the skies:
if i should be anyone but me, i would be lee, thru all my lives. hey hey
hey, watch the sparrows play, watch the birded skyline shift & shoal:
hello to lee, maiden of the sea, maiden of the earth, maiden of the skies.
In the marrow, lee came thru, singing for me & singing for you; busting
like a buzzer, wrapped in a flower, all red hair & miles of power. hello
to lee, maiden of the sea, maiden of the earth, maiden of the skies: if i
should be anyone but me, i would be lee, thru all my lives. here there
comes a river, now there comes a war, here there comes the quiver of this
narrow score: if i should be anyone but me, i would be maiden lee, i would
be maiden lee, i would be maiden lee; for lee's a girl, you see.

Unhappy boy
fraught in your joys
playing with death's toys,
unhappy boy
you are caught in a prism
you cannot ever seize
nor may you ride

Unhappy boy,
unhappy boy,
you are earthed in joys
Nobody rides
and you just can't see
what you want to be,
and you cannot see laid god

Unhappy boy,
unhappy boy,
unhappy boy,
unhappy boy,
unhappy boy,
unhappy boy;
it's time you spreadeagled
your dying with faces

Deranged strays
have made us
have neutered our chevies
we shall keep on fighting
the fierce sun-folding

Deranged strays
have phased us
have made us, deranged us
tho' we do not live,
do not live at all,
the christ inside shall
eraze us all.

Deranged strays,
deranged strays,
have phased us, deranged us

we shall keep on fighting
the folding
Ohhhhhhh
we shall reap midevening

she's my future woman
she doesn't make a scene
doesn't play away,
never shapes the day;
never vies for sky,
never tries to cry
she's my future woman

she's my future woman,
she never comes at all
doesn't rate the scene,
doesn't live to fall
doesn't know no scheme,
nor any scarlet dream.
she's my future woman

got the whole world
dyed
got the whole world
dyed
got the whole world
dyed
got the whole world
head-spied

she's my future forking phantastic creature woman?..

miss misty mccain, she wrote me her name. miss misty mccain, she wrote me
her name. miss misty mccain, she wrote me her name. goddamn misty mccain.
fire in the sun, fire in the moon, fire in the rain, fire in the womb.
misty mccain, misty mccain, ever insane; miss misty main. sign me the
name, give me the flame, sign me the name, rend off the shame. miss misty
mccain, miss misty mccain. goddamn misty mccain. on the run, inside the
rain, on the run, inside the vein. eyes like twenty, eyes on empty, eyes
gone over, eyes grown older. miss misty mccain, she broke down my brain,
never to be seen in the hills again. miss misty mccain, she broke down my
brain, never to be seen in the hills again. miss misty mccain, miss misty
mccain. goddamn misty mccain. miss misty mccain, miss misty mccain.
goddamn misty mccain. sun, sun, sun, moon, moon, moon, sun, sun, sun,
tomb, tomb, tomb. misty mccain, always insane, misty mcain, always insane,
misty mccain, always insane. goddamn misty mccain goddamn misty mccain.
goddamn misty mccain. eyes never see again.

These words are written in the skeins and write inside their daisy-chains. the
bible mist is here to reign: one thousand words one billion brains.
crucifixions, bear me summer. crucifiction, bear me bread. do not bear
the wiseman's spiel nor aim to break from out fled steel. whispers in my
ears, whispers in my ears. bad led gossamer whispers?!

THIS MEMORY IS DEAD... INSIDE MY HEAD, THIS MEMORY IS DEAD
LA LA LA LA LA,., OO THE END..

 

* Copyright JDB 1999.

*

SPINE SHAKE (a dystopic montage)

do what's done to u; do what's done to man. the world inside its widow mind
is proof of heaven's sham. as much as love is endless, this earth
must strike the Sun. do what's done to u; do what's bound to come. do
what's done to u; do what's done to man. shend
the chains of living, send away
the scam. chimeras up in windows are worth far less than love. do
what's done to u; do what's bound above.
do what's done to u; do what's
done to man. truth is death is trendless, truth is, death's the strand. the
sloane-boys under water are wrought in summer vice. do what's done to u;
do what's done to christ.
do what's done to u; do what's done to man.
underwave, overwave; doesn't matter, all is damned. chimeras up in windows
are worth far less than proof. do what's done to u; do what's done to
truth.
do what's done to u; do what's done to man. greet the void, reap
the shameless - never try to understand. chimeras up in windows hold
sickles
to god's throat. do what's done to u; do what sinks the soap. do what's
done to u; do what's done to man. do what's done to u - never try to
understand...
i'm standing outside your front-door - i've seen that front-door once
before, when i was five or maybe ten; when i was looking for a friend.
please don't burn me with your flame;
this old front-door is old as pain &
invites me to give again, to meet my mother in the rain.
winding
front-door carry me, carry me where i should be, carry me to time's
concourse, to times when love was sure as sauce.
standing madly in the
lane, i see such children in my brain; i see them dance & fade away; i see
such kingdoms in delay.
please don't burn me with your flame; this old
front-door is warm as pain, & invites me to give again; to find new
shelter in death's vein.
winding front-door, carry me, carry me where i
should be, carry me to time's concourse, to times when love was sane as
sauce.
i'm standing outside your front-door; the cold comes thru me
like before, & i am waiting for your love, for those who live in domes
above. please don't burn me with your flame; this old front-door is warm
as pain, & invites me to give again, to find dead brothers in light's
skein.
winding front-door, carry me, carry me where i should be, carry me
to time's concourse, to times when love met hearseward force.
standing on a hill with his head in a cloud, the man in the shroud moves
outside the crowd, and nobody asks him if he's modest or proud. the man in
the shroud, the man in the shroud.
roundabout the world, this turin child
makes sound, and he makes sounds on empty and he makes sound resound, and
nobody cares to question as his vocal blood sings loud. the man in the
shroud, the man in the shroud -
and he never cares to question as his
shrouded ways descry, and he doesn't care to question how his soul lives in
the sky, and nobody thinks to wonder why his metalled mortal wrath lies
riven in the centre of a mettled turin cloth.
the man in the shroud. the
man in the shroud, the man in the shroud. laved God in a cloud?
leoni, leoni; i've just met a girl full of macaroni. leoni, leoni; i've
just met a girl full of macaroni.
on pasta heels, leoni's world regales
the trees in search for pearls; regales the sun in search for ships;
regales the cum in search for crypts. leoni, leoni; i've just met a girl
full of macaroni.
leoni, leoni; i've just met a girl full of pasta pony
leoni baby, leoni blue, roman empires fellow you. leoni baby, leoni child,
roman empires seal your smile, & where the papist thrones refrain into
roman, caesared veins, down comes time and down goes you, ms. leoni
macaroni blue
leoni, leoni, i've just met a girl full of macaroni
leoni, leoni. i've just met a girl full of pasta pony. leoni, leoni, leoni
macaroni. goog-goog-a-choo. leoni, full of pony
are we lonely?!!!!

...
Copyright JDB 2000

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2 TO TOMORROW mark 2 (more than 82 speed-written lines)

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, it 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 swallow. 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.....

we weep for sleep as our dummy bay caresses
the sine of wheat and the kids of tomorrow; O.
2 to tomorrow, 2 to tomorrow: eyeless sphinxes use blood gallows
uh uh uh.... we weep as we reap the whirling moon
uh uhhh we heap up powders from lord judas and christ's tomb
and we use tomorrow as we count from 2 till tomorrow
ahh ahhhahhh

2 to tomorrow, & till the mind boys die far away
then caesars will seize epilepsy from tangerines and sex decades

AMEN AMEN; 2 many roaches climb for tomorrow
AMEN AMEN; 2 many brooches grind for sorrows
and tallowers are near me now
and gallowers are near me now
and bastards breed inside de closed clouds

la la la la la la la take a look at the dreamy dead
la la la la la la la take a glance at the bloodied bed
la la la la la la la use fires for roses and bite coshed bread
then listen to the sexers of the colour red

AMEN AMEN; we own 2 to tomorrow
AMEN AMEN; we groan for 2 to tomorrow
and taloners tweek tawny blood towns where aged heroes
get grasped from hands, feet and scented penis yoyos

& this is the utmost 2 to 1 cabbed carrion end?

We have chased away the dawn of ruled death..

We have tried to hide..

The sun must run and ride
The sun must run and ride
The sun must run and ride.

We have left aside madness in death's tide
We have tried to hide.
The stars are on the slide.

She gets hot real soon
She gets hot real soon.
Inside this giving room
She gets hot and cold.

Man is made from steel. time must seal defiance
Man is made from steel
Giants are suppliant.
Deep and wide with rain, honey thrills the veins
Deep and wide with rain
She gets hot and old.

Yeah, this baby lives
Yeah, this baby lives
Yeah, this lady gives.
The sun must run and ride.
2 to tomorrow, a navel nazi murders wives
2 till tomorrow, a candle sinks for flies
and a balded stranger caresses kodak art
and a voided ranger cuts eyed dresses from darts
and a tiny vessel hisses as she glides
and a magnum cradle kisses kids as cot-death rides

2 to tomorrow, 2 till the rain
no man here may pray again
2 to tomorrow, 3 buds underglass
shit on a tree aside a magenta eye-flask

O O O O
O O O O O o

the door-dead shutdown
and mad cellves pierce sound
and we all became dead ponchos
and always we live for 2 to tomorrow?

THE END..

.. Copyright JDB 2000.

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