TRY TO HEAL BRUISED LIES?

nurses of sadness try to heal bruised lies
o a box of deadliness snips grabbers
& a beam of wilfulness mocks flown fathers
.
once aside of us, where a star-lit leader
rode on Leda's back,
then we swanned after xmas...o, fevers
wash sex down when old male craps
cook dirtied rolled potato
..
nurses of sadness vie for killers where
rites reap a radio from idle sea-stairs
.
o

the widening bedders of a mucking mane
rot where lions burn
o, a tree of iron yawns after fens & pain
pomades dolls wth fathers
^& i shall jack my fathers?

slaim boats spring towns ahh- we rain
down, down, down
& fossils of mermen will always drown.

yeah yeah yeahhhhh
!!!!o o oo oo la la

eyes issue blind tissues
.. hands fear rams & coded red nudes
wash three hot hands
o eyes issue blind tissues

wivers of radios turn a Digital drip
deeply down where riddles
rock for swung sense
ah

easy cuddlers carry pain where lips

run dry..

FOUR HEADS
FALL AS WE
SLEEP

four heads fall as we weep after
cabinet halls
o five devs fall as we sleep under
citied gold brawls
ahh

night-strokes bang in blue lumbers
oh a tree of green times
trips for thunder
ahh

ghost men with sea hands sunder
all gods & all rings...

the trippers of the hill trilled sing for
slain silence
o a slitter of a hot ring must score
pain-painted violence
& a sea of guns shots a sex-store
/
when once we murder eyes then
will shall supper for starved hens
& gemeralds of fear
must rock and roll where tears
ignite candlers
..
too keen to die, alone, saviours
must sweat for siren gods
& we drug a fat fire & we layer
rude rulers of cliffs & curved sods

eh.

LEADERS OF BALSA WOOD
DON LOUD FEVERS

leaders of balsa wood don loud fevers
o,. fathers of eagled blood
sweat for a miscarriage
o, & we rise from wheat as marriage
separates curd from whey

where we turn to day, then we stray
deeply down inside a cage of stayed
boncy gold graves
..
leaders of balsa wood axe red knees
& a bine of flava bloods faceless steeds
to mare-high pony plays
& we have horse-statues in our heads
& we have mule-sude shoes under beds
..
where we turn to grieve, then we lay
hot rocky sirens.

osiris under horus ingests apex flowers
o, eaten fathers
fawn to tv powers & a bone of sin
swings for razors
& we sing for sunny feather-dimmed
birdy boxed blayers

osiris under old dust worships winds
& a vast cat's soul
taunts her holy mold with spind
scissor grass
...
leaders of a balsa blade bed wine
& we scutter for true comb-kind
/
.O

JINGLRS OF DEUS DRIPS
DREAM OF A DUNNY WORLD

jinglers of deus drips dream of a dunny world's
intensive bay of creams
la a bod of Zeus nips a screen & wild pearls
swing, swing
ahhh

i have suppered for nude thieves.. & kings
napper after mined trees.
..
once again, friends, where we jump hymns
then we rage for brigades of dolly gyms
& we learn about a face where bled bees
slapper a bedded dancer....Oh, we will see

odes to anal canals made cold as girls
& we will stun christs & we shall unfurl
bodying bruisy carpets where rugging dweebs
dollar for bones & dried scissory
slashers of rats & canine mirror-seed.
....
jinglers of deus drop deans under Loss
& mnethna's daughters drool on the Cross
& a dude of winters heats a sun's bossed
sandle-fire
...
we have come to understand nothing
. ahh we have cum inside love's thrumming
& a bed of wights lights up fay thumbings
.,.
Endless men shake when emptiness ends
dolled up with grease & papery dead friends.

O AS WE LINGER UNDER SWALLOW-SPITS

o as we linger under swallow-spits then we raise high
the masses of lifeless sea-spies
-& a road of runes counts the devil's beat as lies
loll inside a spleened tongue
..
once aside the dead, we overtook a car's eye
o, as we burned love's sea then we swarmed sky
& a baited shipper has no good mien, &, la, dives
dollop a ginger squat upon a nest of lungs
..
o as we linger under willow, then we sear gums
& we chomp as we chew
& we supper for lips where red-headed guns
shoot aside a brassic nude...

lemurs lap a layer of loss as a baker's snoods
snapper for nice mean slides
& we leap away from cheesy cunt-cries
& we watch swirls sweeping under rude

body aces...

On a sea of mites i tottered under milks
o aside eye-whites, where i span, silks
softened my world with a pyramid...Ilks
held my headpiece way up high as felts
dammed a dolly heel with glassy sea-pelts
..
once upon my mind, i swam for devils
la, la, i am love's grind & i swig hovelled
green greased glasses
.& whittering washes ram fairy idols
^& ideal odals of Americans cap rivals with
a walrus lantern & a beetle-suit..
.
when juicy ivories worship emperies then
keen heated ebonies sing for god's men,Ahhh
once upon lopped swine, i overheard Mamma
spoon-easing raping hearts to holy DaDa
..
On a sea of mites, i teetered under hilts
o aside spired tights, i harnesses red kilts
& i will always sun-love a celtic sea-tilt
ehh...

THE CABBIES IN A CAVE
ARE WORKING NEAR US

the cabbies in a cave are working near us
& we, pled for age, have to pay for dust
& we lean against a tragic bone-fire...Tusks
shoot god's elephant
& we swig from a sea-rant
& we kick lungs....

once inside a wolf, a bomb of winter slants
against a sperm-scrammmed bud of plants
& eyes ride to the right
& eyes ride to the left
& we are left to own the waxer's theft
& we are lent to deaths loaned cunt..

i heap my hairs up high when gold junk
spunks up, up, up... Ahhhhh
we are the whales we knew...Old monk
melts within a pan of pulley wind &
we cook a false dinner for a blue scar
..
eyes in eyes ease a tree of glass
into red macadam.I will heed glass..
eyes in eyes will sadden
easy boys with pearly tears...Masks
must city-shroud a ben of fears as fasts
find anorexic gods made thin as masts
/./
On a sea of mites, i remembered when
lippy had smeared coats upon children
& we wove a dammy damsel when hens
donned full-frontal music.

As fullsome music has hens
cracking at an egg-wind, then
bad boys must taper for stereo ostroegen.

la lahh uhh unhh unhh oooo
do we taste rain as she calls
ooo do we do a crab for balls
....?/
the sun is out of times when
all blue egits fill winter-men,.

END..END.. we chatter as we bend...

yeah...yeah..yeah... amen?!!!

THE CHUCKING HEADS
OF KEEN CURVES

the chucking heads of keen curves
lay waste to gallowed heaven
o the sun's wet heat burns...& cold burrs
bollock for optical birds
..
when once we dream of raisins
then we bake a sweet-eyed prison, oh
once upon a jack, we danced for clothes
& we hear hirelings
draggling for seers &false ceilings
...
the chucklings beds of tentative reason
have no true meanings
& we swiften for creamings as odes

cut seizure-ships from county robes.

nurses of curing hate heal over
headed cut lovers
o, a horse in racing seals after
doctors of healed laughter

when once we chant, then ghosts
collonise a body-stain
& men & kids will always host
dizzy evil parties
...
nurses of curing rapes peer inside
woven beaks when
slayed grained miction rams
dollars for pursing tribes
.
oh we must hear a solid moon
crying, crying, dying
..
ooo

AS WE PART
FISHY TIPS

as we part fishy tips then we wish for
guilty feline female mermen
o as we gut fishy nips then we fish for
openings under peahens
.
when once we go inside, then doors
may have to open on the meek
& i have learnt about deaths..Wards
warp a nave as an altar reaps
mental dead Gods..

as we part fishy frips, then we fish for
eaters of wide wetted church-crawls
& we must pray for prayer
& we must cry for lost air
..
once we enter in to dust then we
saunter when a bowl of naves cross
mad men & old history.

bowels of flowers fix a flashed life to
chapels of truths
& we study truth when holy nudes
mess us with bad boys & dilly snoops
& a nuke of loops
sinks a coil into mushed grounds
& we swagger after humming coops
..
washing men haggle for rolled newts
o, as blue earths wed an eft to suits
then we suffer glan's fever
..
bowels of flowers fix a fast christ to
mettlers of mess & money
uh...

we will study heat as we hear truths
cutting pretty liars.

if those pretty lies come near me then i shall
summon death for skies
o if coded cities end me, then i will writhe
& a bay of bone brawls after celled minds
..
once aside a stave, i sweated after swine
ah, a peach of plum pealed lemon & times
dolloped tape on crossed eyes
& i heard heroes jeering at fast mines
.
eager eaters of Japan cry for sun-grimed
evil God...& god is freed & god is slimed

the dogdayed dolor of a dune-man drugs
easy liars with eaten lugs
o as faces think of a swung jam then
old clogs click where dolly women
stop dead
ahh

we have the names by heart.. Old men
sweat cold glass as
we summon dollars from british glass
& we are dodged under mills
& we are swabbed under hills
& we will listen out for windmills
ahh

the digger of dangers drops the past
underneath graded killer cadavers...Masks
melt for pillars
& we arouse rivers when seas of flasks

drown no more.....Eaters of sadness

starve...

WE WALLOP WHERE
WE WALLOW

we wallop when we wallow
ah we gallop under trees & a widow
funnels for sheer bells where dark shadow
drops sex inside a tank

what with biscuits in cisterns
& what with silk-lips in a u-bend, then
hot grey wank has never had it so good...

we wallop when we wallow
la we dollop dirty soups inside shallowed
dogdazzlers
& we rob a rolling smile from meadows
& we glance aside the mirrors
& our mirror stands upon a hill
...
native ladies to pain trap Isis as rills
swarm up for a storm of fishy frilled
winos whose ginny body appears filled
with u-bends & candy pistons
...
what with hens on fire, we will iron
love's pluperfect face
& Aaron suppers space as old Zion
must shield whores from Israe
.. & we draggle for loaned space

Ah?

LIMEY LOATHED TREES

limey loathed trees that weep under widows
hears a heated mind-cat
mewling after droned wives of sex-bats
& we suffer wine when a glass of rats
capture collies with five hands
...
when once a sea of minds drops, then
a star-dyed transfer of spined chicken
must rock a glass bar
...
limey loathed leaves sleep under mallows
& we heed snapped stairs
& we fall down a fatal snared
blown british body?

when once a bine of sparks fuels prisms
then we see arise a feline-moon
& we suffer trippers of titty prisons when
dogdazzlers walk wavy digger dunes,
.,.
i have seen the death of day dreaming for
faceless dolly iron... & as we snapper rooms
then we stride down emptied hallways

O as the empty binaries of Britain bend
endless nuked balloons
then we study strippers as we die..
odes to rivals suck tit cartoons & lies
loop a dancy dressers down blind tides
.
once, when we lost night, then cocoons
daubed a doggy prancy chin-hen
slopping vavoom where a sea of gems
ginned after dolors of deathly runes
..
eyes inside eyes will terminate wives
lo, a stall of scribes sells mess to tides
& olden odals anoint a urine-bride's
cat-depressing sauna of bread-bites
..
O as the families of England end
then pushers ply after guilty gin.

AND I HAVE USED
A ZIMMER IN A STORE

.
and i have used a zimmer in a store
and i haver accused
easy shoppers of melting into war
and iced chilling buns
serve a candy cave to sweet lungs

a bedside table has to shatter
all bedside books and dreamp-smatter.
Deaths drip for cock
Sex fucks a clock
and we have the city names by heart:
the dullards, the boobies
uh uh

and i have used a zimmer inside a
focal local pluperfect cinema
and ideal whores wee in a car
and men under women succour
a vast bald head
.,.
a bedside candle always causes
intense and fatal fire.
Daring dotty darlings drop fire
and a gob of a real God
stops old Heaven.

good and excellent mad-minded reason
lays keen hands upon
good and fantastic man-woubded
rolls of fattening mind-guns
o a bird of prey
summons up a chicken feast
and cold rainbows fall in the East

a bedside candle burns up when
houses catch fire
a shed of eyes scatters ferns
under forced fatal chinese burns
O

i have seen at close of endless day
the statues of pure midnight
and i toast the sun
and i toast sad rain
and the moon must always pray
.
keen grey stars look down.
Death becomes us
Sex hears sound on a red bus
and a seam of sheet lust drowns

THE IDEAL HUSBAND
OF A RAPINE WOMAN

the ideal husband of a rapine woman
raises sex from drums
a ideal old wife of an asexual son
raises death from children
and a bob of a head hears the guns
shining in live young
O a hymn of praise swings for lovers
O a skin of day
swings for false Lord Jesus

eyes eat under wind-wells
spies spew kodak as cities swell
up, up, up
beneath a blind sky
and ideal male killers cry, cry
and wedded sails
set a dead boat afloat
and a car of rage drives a milk-float

these hollowed days when I
crammed my fingers in a pussy-pie
must linger on forever and ever

Uh

ODES TO DROWNING
DOLPHINS

odes to drowning dolphins
drag a patent sea for fire
odes to drowned endorphins
drag a latent lea for a pyre
and we tread upon a pyre when
old apes and old men
cause shitting to happen in public

eager riders of grey lips
ride upon a flyway of desire and
guilty sand men
drop sand upon wailing eyes
and eager bridlers
mount blue horses where bikers
speed into tigers
..
the moan of a murdered tomcat
hastens to set light to fat
the groan of a sundering old bat
abuses sonar
and we sleep for a dying day
and we reap soft toilet paper

because we cut our hands
because we cut bollock hands
because we feel for islands
we will surely deify
dizzy singers with genius-wives
..
the sealer of a bad bald body
tit-feeds a tomtit with a baby
o a bench of rocked tench slides
inside an evil paedophile tribe
,

THE EASY RIDERS
OF THE CITY RAIN

the easy riders of the city rain
crane down upon a dreary salt-train
the easy riders of a city skein
drags hot christs for
coded teeanged salt-war
and a neon pool pisses upon grain
and a xerox fool
shines upon an eaten body-bed
O

the islands of a sad mind mentalise
swinging vined baby wives
and a bud of flame
answers to a dead christ. O, veins
cut into a Lady
and the easy riders of the city rain
crane down upon a dreary ghost-train
and we watch an infant fairground
dying as merry children
chant a blue mantra
O

the easy lovers of Numbers hears pain
washing sex with window-panes
ah, trafficking traffic lights
rotate upon a bench.
Death becomes us
Self benumbs us
..
ruddy fatal factories suck upon dust
bloody faked promontories
sharpen skulls with husks
and eyes seize bed-vision when musk
hisses across cold kray-fish
..
END

I WENT TO A DEADENED
SHOP

i went to a deadened shop where
i used a gun for spending money
i went to maddened cop-shop
and my eyelids turned inside out
and my penis got sex-blinded where
xmas and easter shout
out aloud in a christmas fayre

easy lazy female sex-shows share
eager hot cum with
slashing crazy prigs
and a night of pain summons air
and a mind of rain
sheds false clouds
,,
eyes turn in
sky turns out
dead curves spin for naked crowds
and a star of life
looks down upon a female christ
and bad intensive head-ache
swills a false pill. Oh, cold slate
tots up way too many funds?

eager to go sleep in a subway
we learn to reap a vagrant grave
eagerly stained by hobos
we don a tramp's hat and hear loaves
serving dirty crusts to tramps
and street-goers abuse a yoyo

Uh

A KEEN BROOM OF
GLASS

a keen broom of glass
is thoroughly cleansing
four winds in an underpass
a dream under glass
is screaming while sleeping
and the veins of babies
rock murder till she sleeps

an island of hard hats is
drearily dragging the day
a sea of hands has sex-fizz
groaning till break of day
and a neon castle
claambers hard into a
romantic female parcel

as we tread upon sleep
then we show blue pain
as we turn inside candes
then we show green rain
and a street of azure
turns a car of pure desire
ah eyes burn for pleasure
ah skies hear love's measure
ah ah...

the fatal lotus of the Lady
delimits light with rubies
and a street of pure wheat
raises rain from heat
O these verses flower
O old purses glower
.
a wakeful hill of lime where men alone
raise a city light
has urban words by heart.
Deaths benumb us
Children own us
and a wasteground where stone
digs blue domes
must surely toss up the daisies?

a bended city high has our home
sent to flashing pieces
a rended city spy
peers under pussy pie
and the fast ways of our mind
raises death from sweet fleeces

a wakeful hill of wine where men atone
buzzy boys with scripts
learn all the fair lines and tread
thrusting theatre boards
and a vamper of pianos roars
..
once upon a mind, thinking kicks
shied cores
once aside a mind, thinking kicks
soft walls
and a park of doubt has our lips
donning face-plaster

THE HILLS IN
MY IDIOT HOME-TOWN

the hills in my idiot home-town
trap bones under sound
the hills inside my soft home resounds
and a bill of fayre
abuses expensive menus
and the son of man orders hot hair
and mother Mary feasts on air

eyes eat into nunneries as clowns
caress bended body crowns
eyes eat under monasteries
and a wife of God
decides that God is odd
and then a happy hymn cuts God
from worn true Love

the hills in my idiot home-town
trap bones under Downs
and cutters of thunder heed Downs
and moggies awake to find
all cat kind gone into a mad mind

frenzies of mad man
star-caps a body of woman
old whores grow older still
cold stores sex porn to children
frenzies slap hands
and a private killer dances under
blind sperm-moons
and we cane moons

the eyelids of the vain
shut vanity into fire.. Oh, rooms
catch fire
Ohcartoons feed the stupid
and my city dreams
have given bread to tamed
baby boys
..
frenzies of man men
car-crash beneath a bed of toys
and a lonely child
has been lonely all the while
and i looked at the sun.

OO.I WILL OFFER BLOOD TO BARLEY

OO.

I will offer blood to barley…
I will suffocate like honey...
And, as slain birds yell, then spastic money will
End…

Rented eyes will always tantalise
Blind tides
O, as rented spies centrialise naked skies
Then blown men will ride inside
Sea horns

Ssssa swelled smell of thorns adorns mad minds
Sss .. a walled cell of porn adorns sickened rhymes
And dolled diggers drag
A day trodden sea hag

Sss

Rented eyes will forever see lies
Crying

Dinted sky will forever hear tithes
Dying
And blithe and bibled countries dream of dabbed
Dolly men

Oo

Coded whales are left to die…
Emptied sails are left to fly, and men dive

& eaten daddy rifles will shoot soft wives
with beggars inside dills
& evensong thrills dupes as lashed brides
get fed to dromedaries

Uh Uh... THE END IS NOT PREPARED FOR.

*

THIS SIDE OF A SLID MIND

This side of a slid mind, mental faces flicker for
Flipped screens
Lo, this side of a lit mind, mental faces suck whores
And men, flailed, force flame as fierce fast claws
Crack like a cut dream

O.

This side of a sidled spine, mental aces deal cards for
Carmine pontoons

Ssswhen once cold killers cry for mirrors, then war
Wages darling poltroons
And, laid, laden ladies weep for babies, and sex maws
Kneel against the sky

La-.

Gilded guilty gullies grasp a shitted brolly
Idiotic berets cry for berries as dollies
Force feed beans to cold men

And, lo, as I slide from sleep, then women will
Wail inside a sea of loud trees
And, torn, annals in bees bury beds inside huge milled

Mirrored men
Sss.

La, this side of a lit mind, mental faces suck sin
o-la
this side of a ripped dime, mental American skin
waxes beards from elbows
and westend men cannot mount a clotheshorse without
bleeding down the decks of the grave

.

We rave?

&

Endless insouciant emeralds cry for gilt rain?...

IF THE TOWN DOES NOT SEEM RIGHT

If the town does not seem right, i will cure a city
o if a 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 and

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 bombs; and mines
dig for cold as coded easy gold sea-spines
a shatterer of 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

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 sound
and wiveners of fast air exhales dusts from a grey rose

lo, a mazy mind-weir drowns scribblers under sweets
lo, a crazy spine-tear drowns crabblers under meats
lo, a lazy hazy vine-sphere
appears lagged to crapped mind-memories
and eager warvers of wading wallers will use keeps
to surrender couplers to slaving pulers

La La La, an accidental evil cocoa-dream must reap
swarthy handlers from seagulling coca-scenes

Uh Uh Uh...THE END IS NOT PREPARED FOR?

*

YOYO RIDERS

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.

*
CABLERS OF CANDLE-WAX

cablers of candle-wax sweeten chapel halls with edams
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
O, bleaters may well beep as meteors burn England
OOOO..

*
PETTY PETROLLED MARY 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 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
..
a dummy of a bedspread links dreams to champagnes
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 tiredness.

Ahh

*

ABUSERS OF DODOS

abusers of dodos have to shoot ten parakeets stoned dead
ah udderers under crab have to cast cold meat into bread
and a whipperer of wolven wands casts magic under beds
ah ah, abusers of dodos have to shoot ten burny heads
and a licer of lewd sucky porny winking hen-hit-lead has
a bolster for a dreamer and a coffee cake inside ald gas
and i will certainly need use of a disabled car; O, hurt ash
may well sell me to endless high tar cigarettes; and mash
melts inside long dead soldiers whose easy sex hit lush
sun-strippled warring flavas. Sex sends a freeby SAE
la la, Deaths heed entrances when a killer in a postal reed

lollies after pinnered pig-pens and the cafes of cut greed
and, la la, i ease a mental dig inside sand alleys: mung seeds
scatter hollowed tomatoes across a living world of dick trees
and we will reel inside the East when gathering up the teas
and we will shed buttock tears and we will weep forever.

abusers of dodos have to shoot ten parakeets stoned dead
ah ah, a video of crabs crashes down and Digital Telly-teds
show inchoate screens to disablers of dangly easy plebs
and we shutter a shitty sky inside wide-women's piss-pegs
and, uh uh uh, when weeders of Ides spy on salt-legs then
menfolks will have to learn of looters of lives and ribbons
.
lollies after pinioned piggy pens push oinkers under slides
La La: ideal infirmal dashy hens push cockers inside eyes
La La: evil inspiral daisy gems push diamate from scribes

Uhhhhhhh
we idolised the rigid dead as we hid brains under spies.

I'D LIKE TO TOUCH
BUT I DON'T KNOW HOW?

The girls are dead to the world right now
The girls are dead to the world right now
I'd like to touch,
But I don't know how.
The girls are dead to the world right now

Let me sleep in your suffering street right now.
Let me sleep in your suffering street right now.
I'd like to touch,
But I don't know how

Let me sleep in your suffering street right now
The clock says its time to die right now.
The clock says its time to die right now.
The clock says its time to die right now.

I'd like to touch,
But I don't know how...

The girls are dead to the world right now.
The girls are dead to the world right now.
Where the cigarettes are minarets,
We shall know how.
The girls are dead to the world, forever.

The days we got together,
the days we made it work,
the days we got together
lie shended in the dirt
the wrought iron mind is spurning,
is spurning something real;
the gilded chain around us,
as rended as the fields.
Dance beyond, dance beyond,
Dance beyond
the rooms of waking,
Dance beyond, dance beyond,
Dance beyond
the rooms of waking.

The days we got together,
the days we made it work,
the days we got together
lie shended in their hurt.
We sought the sun on Sunday,
we sought the moon each week;
the ways we fought forever,
lie rended in the wheat.
Dance beyond, dance beyond,
Dance beyond
the rooms of waking,
Dance beyond, dance beyond,
Dance beyond
the rooms of waking.

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.

cavvy garlands use a soft mind to sermonise life's storm
O, a crazy mad hand sinks a mined mouth upon
glistered star-greasings
and, ah, a swiper of earrings gets cruelly fed to porn
and, ah, a wiper of beadings
suck along a paled butt

la la, a mangy cat-kit appears cool as canny God
la la, a spongy rat-writ appears cruel as honey blood
oo a fatal falon-number suppers for gruel
and, once upon a grave-mind, diggers of stool
come shuddering for mutts

you know we are together vain
the all and all of use will sink like a glad brain
you know we are together skinned with cock-rain
la la la, a peaceful dad-feather will rock curled trains
la la la, a tranquil bath-breeder will cock furled grain
and, o, once when daddy ruled the wild world
then we scattered gems across a chidden xmas-whorl

ah-hAhhh a draggler of a clipped cross will forever swirl
blood emeralds aside a trashy teener and her sex-girl s
ahhhhh, we used cavers to dash fuhrers aside pearls
and i idolised our faces
and i recognised dead aces
and a blatherer whose cases leap from cellves will
loosen hens then kill

demnotic egg-drills;
and menkind flows from old hills as shrilling stasis
drives aside venal renal easter-birthdays

endless parity sucks away five seas
endless ma mary sucks away all oak trees
endless dada daisy ducks a fist under plum-trees

OO!! FOREST SIGMA
FEED FOR ME?!!!

*
Copyright JDB 1999.

*

WORLDWIDE NIGHT-LIGHT

1.

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 meter was
escaping from evil Rome
and my draggy legs
rot under lovage
my head is ripped when eyes
suck a petrol plane from devs.
..
in this smokily ill-connected room
i dream of deaths and youths
and ald sneezers under hands move
echoers of engines
aside from tears when
you and me and Lady Brighton
bollock up eerie women.

it is the first day i used a toy?

2.

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 Leander
will you cum at precisely midnight?

i am the son of ald worldwide night-light

you know the directions
o the hedons are in both ears
the interhearsing dolly of heated tears
eases echoes into language.

do you know of the girl who lost curves
have you removed the kickers of pities
have you climbed drakes with Pomander?

will you come back home for easy rites?

3.

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 the ward of tall foisons
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

4.

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?

Uh

THE MIND WHEN SHAPING IS
A VAGINA SEEING

1.

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 swings
do you own the son of Love
Will you come back home for swept God?

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

2.

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

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

the mind whilst aching is a vagina dreaming,
a sex orifice of drugs.
Night in a mine eyes a raising colours when
molluscs embroidered into old mens
suck a snaily fucker with baying gentlemen

sun! sun! sun!!!
o to be pelted by the slits in the wind at last
floods a gooser with eaten bitumen.

3.

a honey nose inside five hands
sirens into insidious silence
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

a sunlit sea of sloanes hordes arrows
through which a wide bride
solders after whipped odd wives

and we exchange minds with queens
and we take a ticker-tape when dreams
dollop kicks underground
and we exchange mines for sounds

3.
o made greyish, a sky-written screen
dies away..

*

A VINEGAR OF LOBES
BURNED UP

shoulders are humped with
large headed magmamity;
with winged certainty made bare as bodies
a scuttering of lakes rides
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.

NO MORE FOR THE DYING GAME

1.

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
ooo...

where a prisoner yells, fay loss
chains a chair to a 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
ooo..

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

no more no more for the dying game
no more for mauds
no more for sheet pain
and we swing for night when dames
swallow up mad sea-christs

2.

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 nameless past?

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
of the dying flame.
Uh..

3.

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

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 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 sweet red rain?

eh ...ehhh this is the end...

....

ROBOTS OF SEX

robots of sex dance to the midnight hour
mothers of sex
lance a youngman's boil
and we sweat for sex machines
and we heap a female coil when flour
lends butters to oils.
Robots of sex dance till a midnight power
rips down a smoochy birthday

once, made pure as lead, i saw death
drooling after murder
once, made pure as kids, i saw deaths
fooling self with murder
and i will have to order now
the boats in the tides where sailors
crowd me

robots of sex dance and dance
demure lost sex
seats a fire down a tree of flexed
body-meat
and a baby has no place to cry
and a babby has no mam to eye
,
uh..

THERE IS, RIGHT HERE AND NOW

there is, right here and now, a room of dolphins
swimming
just like
mental water
there is, right here and now
a bad boy awaking sea-harnessed clouds
and eyes swim for dolphins
and eyes pinion dogs with endorphins
ah

a fever in a child's face grimaces when
hot grinners grind glass to dust
a fiver in a purse
hires a superb hearse
a father of pure pus
chokes on crusts and a cake of gems
feeds old women with false drips
ah

there is, right here and now, a room of dolphins
swimming
just like
cooling waters
there is, beneath odd spikes, a bay of dauphins
and a bud of pikes
sticks some blueberries in our arse
ah

endlessness shines just like a dancer when
old kids shine just like a fig
and we share daffodils
and we share baby-hills
and we dig castles from sandy rills
and castles fade
ah

pokers of easy fanny pies pierce graves
dopers of easy pussy prides
force pigs to seem stoned
and a kid at my knee
hastens to tame a wasp in a beehive.

END

SHADED SHELTERS

shaded shelters of ochres blue and green
have made my woman homeless
shaded soft homes
fall as lost homes
swallow river cities
and a house of bone shatters
and a massive messy mansion
shuts down my little town
ah

shaded shelters of ochres green and red
have made my woman sexless
shaven sex bone
falls to bits, and
my dizzy lady has been burned in bed
and, lo, a little loaf
goes too bloody stale for use
and my local GP is abed with nudes
ah

shaded shelters of ochres grey and red
have sent my woman down
and the boys of summer hear the dead
weeping, weeping
uhh
massive tramping lesions lap a sleeping
baby
and kids on the streets seize sleeping
forever and a day

and this is my grave.

I WENT TO MY LOCAL

i went to my local convienience store
and bought some spastic plums
o i went into my old home town
and sold some figs to a mad clown
i went to my closed lost lady
and, as life arose from a crown,
i sweated senseless optics

the landmarks found near home
have happily fallen away
then hard calves that melt away
have maddened all stone-graves
and i build for a dead mind
and i swill old petrol
..
i went to my local bakers
i bought some buns and fed them
to easy eaten hot wild bunnies
and a crack in my city times
have to open female macs. Men
drool for fast dinners
,,
the chalk horse found very nearby
writes a chalk giant
under blue pits where a bad sky
sends my mind to very pliant
disabled country tyrants
.
endless boys in endless poses
photograph keen YHAs and we
loosen hostel ties
and we hasten after rude lives
.uh

why windmills do not stop
has me and my old dad moving
red wives to castle-keeps
and a flat of iron
dons a city bed.
..
END

I HAVE FOREVER USED
SEX-SCENTED SOAPS

i have forever used sex-scented soaps in my bathroom
i have alwaays scrubbed my dick with foam
and ideal power showers
defame a drowning quarter-hour
and my invisible bidet has to swallow orange wine.
Wet Death sponges me
entirely free of indiginous dirt
and my sweated brain which washes as it hurts
lend incredible sex-brushes under
blue seas and seedless ocean-thunder

o as i was sex-assaulted in my local cinema
i understood just how the bad purse of my body
should be swiftly rammed within
piercing pissing shrines where forked grey sin
comes knocking boots all night
o as i was sense-assaulted, a theatre of wind
came shitting at my artistic backdoor

as i store felts and paints and pencils inside
my deep dark dank
dear kitchen
lives sit in the dark weeping after sun-dyed
bubbling girl-miction
and a crowd of castles cries until ruins
and a mound of mussels
melt, melt..
Eyes war after painted easel-saints
Sky cies out aloud for women's silk
and dangerous city urine gives soft milk
to dirtied sex accusers.

and i went to the shops to buy a plum
the moon was shining and so was the sun
?

THESE CARELESS DAYS
WHEN I KEEP TOY CARS

these careless days when i keep toy cars
well hidden
i writhe for buried buttons
and carry flowers
outside, where sex, forbidden,
marries blue stars

rippers of toy scarves swaddle
wide necks with prisons
and we warp kind kids as muscle
first flexes then dies.

these careless days when i keep toy cars
well hidden
i cry for onions
and carry towers
unto my old bed
and we have surely learned to drive

the maidens who have always crapped
upon scented tissues
widen now
the mad men who have always crapped
inside sex issues
smarten now

o as holiday in the rain must surely crowd
hay long homes on moon-stains
we may rent a gite
we might raid the beach
..
the maidens who have forever slapped
bunny bum-cheeks
will ravel into time
a rotated knocker at a fast door
will have to
let in the pigging dead.

rmmm..

**

2 TO TOMORROW

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.

....

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.

 ...

FADE OUT (made-up of more than 79 speed-written lines)

fade out, fade out: fade out along a lime-swum melody
the sons you yield lie in the field where sleep and corn define the dawn
do not darken love with spite nor darken wisdom with death's swarm.
the softness of this narrow song must seize the glibness of the strong
madness of the mezzanine. pray dance forever inside your dream. fade
out, fade out: fade out along a lime-swum melody. fade out, fade out:
fade out along a lime-swum memory. weeping sears the tears of time
do not fear the words you rhyme O, may music reap the turning spheres that
spin inside their spatial tears. fade out along the verses made by
marrows rent from bended funeral lamp-shades

we have always banged and sired
denial from love's stinking fire. fade out, fade out: fade out along
a lime-swum melody: fade out, fade out: fade out along a lime-swum
malady...

sex deposes all the roses spent from out the garden's power,
fade out along this lime-swum song & do not steal away ghost flowers:
tocsins knell inside the cells wherein glib pris'ners ape the flex-moon
do not shear away the runes that preach the verses of fleeced cartoons.

the
speaking poems of the light smash the houses on the hill. chairs of
purple shake the rattle of this baby caught in battle. fade out, fade
out: fade out along a lime-swum melody. fade out, fade out: fade out
along a lime-swum mind-mill. fade out along the rivers' mind and darken
oceans with the grind of streets that live inside the stars. pray, fly your
spaceship up to Mars?!

the madness of the clouds dictate the sylvan
sadness of the State. this threnody divines the vines that wrap around
the wrought cosines of softness sinking into belled marsh. fade out along
the singing castes of infants borne upon the tides of storms found
dancing at the sides of man and all he digs from
babies in their cradle-rigs
of oils that prove the tithes of sadness; Ah!
chanting men may summon cellves from madness and we lunge
across charmed bee-scythes where naked pealers kiss the bright skies
o fade out, o, fade forever from the listless and the woman in her sex-slide

fade out along the keels of boats which sail the
rain. fade out along this nether vein. fade out forever from sweet knives

Lahhh; along where five hot seasons of rocked spunk-snow
we heart-deny the sum alms of man and madam mons-roe.
Pray, fade out along the neon troves,
fade out, fade out: fade out along a lime-swum memory. fade out, fade
out: fade out.

oo a lime-swum melody fades across a helmet
inside the palor grey
oo a mind-grunged family fastens loss to hermits
and as menkind chitters across bats and swift-lays
then we fade against a tapestry of evil sweet graves

fade against the tapestry of glibness scorned
from out the spreed scents of summer lost
. speak the tongues of blue
Pentecosts.
fade out!

fade out, fade out: fade out along a lime-swum melody. the sons you
yield lie in the fields where wheat and corn define messed storms

do not
darken love with spite nor starken wisdom with death's rites. the
softness of this narrow song must seize the facials of noon-lights

dance forever in your dreams! fade out, fade out: fade out along
a lime-swum plenury. fade out, fade out: fade
out along a lime-swum melody! ooo far away weeping sears the tears of time
do not fear the words you rhyme. music reaps the turning spheres that
spin inside their spaced king lear! fade out along the verses made by
marrows rent from second grade. we have always sired theft's
daughters from love's stinking choir. fade out, fade out: fade out
along a lime-swum melody. fade out, fade out: fade out along a lime-swum
memory

sex deposes all the roses spent from out the garden's plowers?
fade out along a lime-swum song & do not seize the stars from flowers
do not shear away the runes that preach the verses of feeding doom. the
speaking poems of the light smash the homes upon high heels. chairs
of purple shake the rattle of this baby caught in battles fade out,
fade out: fade out along a lime-swum melody. fade out, fade out: fade
out along a lime-swum melody!

fade out, fade out, then fade entirely out for sex-christs & rosehips

laaaaaaaaaaammm                            are we on the night-ship?

*
jdbellamy, 1992

*

EV'RYBODY TURNED THE LIGHT DOWN (new take)

Ev'rybody turned the light down Ev'rybody please turned the light down
Tom Baker means Sweden James Joyce lived in Germany Ev'rybody turned the lights down
Ev'rybody please turned the light down
Tom Baker means Holland Ophelia's a candle

There are films to groan Films to moan Films to snare Cartons to drink from.

Ev'rybody turned the light down Please ev'rybody turned the light down Tom Baker is a triptych wasp

If these words seem stupid Accept your sex is strangled If your parents lisp
Please lie with your children.

Ev'rybody turned the light down Ev'rybody please turned the light down Wet sex is dimmed

Fielding means Housman Housman means Auden Auden means Larkin
Larkin drank don perignon

If your teachers are stupid Please lie for your children
Ophelia moans petrol

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 dons luncheon
I frequently used a candle.

Stockholm means bastard Children live for zero Scissors and knives die in Germany
The meagre food for souls forgot Will shadow wrought lyons

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, 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 2004

*

'ELEVEN GOOD MEN'

Eleven good men wrote the bible
Eleven good men who wore white robes
Saint Stephen was a gay rogue
Now
If we really try
God will suffer till we die
We've got to breathe before we cry
And grieve before we fall

We pray inside the churches' stalls
As men who worship Jesus Christ
And Everyman dictates the Word
That preaches baptismal rites
Come on, please explain
Why the belladonnas of Christened pain
Thrive upon the Pagan

God grieves before he falls
God grieves before he falls
God grieves before he falls

We stride a world which is denied
Of heaven as we eat right through
The prayers of god; we are decried
By love and all it has to do
And pureness falls from out the storm
As sin creates a living hell
Get together
Come on
'Give your tithes to
the Son-of-Man'

God grieves before he falls
God grieves before he falls
God grieves before he falls

God grieves; and do not give me girls
Who are well-read and never hurt
By all those sad and loathesome hymns -
Let's give head to the fucking thieves

Eleven good men wrote the bible
Eleven good men who wore white robes
Saint Stephen was a gay rogue
Now
If we really try
God will suffer till we die
We've got to breathe before we cry
And grieve before we fall
Uh.

*

copyright
james ED
bellamy
2005

SIGHTS (in memory of John Reginald Halliday Christie)    in excess of 205 lines?

There once was a knot named christie
whose sex was a cockless mystery.
when women came near,
he acted right queer,
then gassed them and ground them to history
Then there was this stitch named ethel
who married this dickless devil.
when she found out
what her man was about,
he hacked her up with a shovel.

*
while controlling a sad song, i saw such eyes;
riven, they were the eyes of age,
the eyes that time had cast aside,
& those eyes were the eyes of a preacher
whose eyelids preached unto the poor:
such eyes; i did not think that
such eyes could glister & claw.
Man's pain is a glimmer, man's pain is a door;
man's pain is a mirror, that won't
refract what's behind & before:
man's pain is a girl
with beards where hands should be;
man's pain is a eunuch,
& that eunuch ain't looking at me.

*
Eyes that fade and eyes that see
fade out into their idle seas;
eyes that lie in shattered lanes
wail amid an eyeless scream;
eyes that blind and eyes that crawl
blankly, through a scarlet wall
these are the eyes that I have seen;
these are the eyes of eyeless theme.
Fade out, fade out, fade out these skulls in scheme;
my heart's a shattered cistern, & my soul, a basin dream:
my love of tides is bloody, is bloody in its surf;
my sensual guise is full of lies
that blast against the earth.
Fade out, fade out, fade out this eyeless birth:
the times eyes spend with failure
lie riven in their girth;
the times eyes sight on Judas Christ
lie raping in a tear - fade out, fade out,
fade out this faceless year!
Fade out, fade out, fade out along death's vein:
if time and tide must open wide, what sea shall death contain?
Fade out, fade out, fade out these rivered dregs;
all love is dead: inside the head,
the love of death is red.
Fade out along a veil, fade out along the seed;
fade, fade, fade, fade against all need;
fade, fade, fade, fade, and fade again,
that the killer's sense of love
might seethe away the brain.
Fade, fade, fade, fade forever on;
fade out against the moon, and the woman in the sun:
fade out along the spine, fade out along a pout;
now fade and fade again;
fade completely out.

*
Such eyes! and would such eyes that see
blare bloodily into the trees,
eyes that stare through bleeding lids
would blare forever through the ribs.
Such eyes! and would such eyes that serve
betray the butler and his words,
such eyes that cripple like a breeze
would serve the madman's wheeze.
Eyes that fade and eyes that rave,
eyes that fade into the maw;
eyes that rave and eyes that fade,
must fade out through murder's door;
eyes that glut and gut and crave,
eyes that bleed their sightless scores;
eyes that glut and gut and crave,
must fade out through murder's door;
eyes that glut and gut and crave,
eyes that bleed their sightless scores;
eyes that glut and gut and crave;
eyes like these must fade once more.
Eyes must fade into their screams,
eyes must fade entirely out;
eyes that fade through tidal dreams,
must fade into doubt;
eyes must fade and eyes must slave
after murder; eyes that see;
eyes whose purposeless parade
fades into rivers, eyes like these
must assign to eyeless minds,
must assign to eyeless palls:
eyes that glut and eyes that crave;
eyes like these live in the walls.
Eyes! such eyes I did see;
such eyes as never thought to be,
such eyes as never thought to see,
such eyes, such eyes.
eyes whose role in life is doom,
eyes whose seeing rapes the womb;
eyes! such eyes as living spares;
eyes! such eyes as living scares;
eyes that glut and eyes that crack,
eyes whose lids are roughly snapped:
eyes! such eyes as dying shares;
eyes! such eyes that climb the stairs.

*
While controlling a sad song,
while controlling music's wrong,
while controlling murder's ebb,
sights inside me woke the dead.
While controlling a sad song,
while controlling music's wrong,
while controlling murder's mind,
sights inside me broke the spine.
While controlling a sad song,
while controlling music's wrong,
while controlling murder's skein,
sights inside me broke the brain.
While controlling a sad song,
while controlling music's wrong,
while controlling murder's frame,
sights inside me rose in flame.
While controlling a sad song,
while controlling music's wrong,
while controlling careless death,
sights inside me broke the breath.
While controlling a sad song,
while controlling music's wrong,
while consoling careless love,
shrouds of darkness moved above.

*
The maid of mystery, she laid down
upon a mound of history;
now her eyes are full of sound
and clouds of dead maternity.
The darling Lord, he danced & cried
into a field of wheat;
now his heart is filled with lies
and nails that spurn and weep.

 *

Save the scales of skin that fall
from your fine posterior;
I am sick of waiting for
your visits to my minds -
save those scales! come give to me
those spines that thral so well!
I am sick of scouring trees
with limbs that spoil in hell;
for you must be a whore to think
that I adore you for your form;
you, like other seives of months,
must strain away the dawn;
you, like other menstrual suns,
must assign to rumps of porn;
you, like other menstrual sons,
must assign to seven lawns.

 *

Once upon a time, I dreamed in a nightmare
of a world of eyes & a world of flares;
there, where the leaves fell madly from the trees,
i sensed eyes cleave into madness & despair;
and here there were eyes that slithered in black
& here there were eyes that danced on their backs,
& where time loitered & flew quite away,
my memories were cloistered in the eyes of decay,
&, o, what a world was here constrained
in the eyes of the spheres & the ravaging rain:
ah! what a wasteland was here seen,
where the waifs & the strays slid into eyeless dreams:
as if from a cloud, or some native place of tears,
the shroud of deception serried into fears.

*
Eyes that rave & eyes that fade,
eyes that sight the summer's lore:
eyes that rave and eyes that fade
must fade out through murder's door;
eyes whose role in life denudes,
eyes whose role in life deludes:
eyes whose seeing is deranged,
eyes like these must fade again;
eyes whose seeing never knows,
eyes whose seeing snaps the rose:
eyes whose lids lie carved in night,
eyes like these must greet the light;
eyes whose living sights no end,
eyes whose living ways must shend:
eyes whose being sights no truth,
eyes like these must seem uncouth;
eyes that live beneath the rain,
eyes whose ways must stain again:
eyes! such eyes that murder maims;
eyes like these must rape the brain;
eyes in skies whose dreaming spits,
eyes in skies whose dreaming splits:
eyes! such eyes that flail to live;
eyes whose living rapes the crib.
Eyes I've seen, such eyes without,
eyes whose fusion burns and routs:
eyes! such eyes of graveward leisure,
eyes! such eyes of graveward pleasure;
eyes I've seen, such eyes that reel,
eyes I've seen, such eyes that feel;
eyes! such eyes that well above;
eyes! such eyes that murder love.
Eyes I've seen, such eyes that strip
light from light, wick from wick:
eyes I've seen, such eyes that cry;
eyes of murder coil & die.
...
jdb 1992.

                       HIV (A PSYCHODRAMA) speed-written.

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.      Copyright JDB 1993.

BLUE SCORE

"bore my scars & blew my soul last museday; i've got no-one to burn. bore
my scars & blew my mind last fuseday; i've got no-one to spurn. say the
world was real, say the world once lived? what then but spieller-deal,
what then but the living dead? bore my scars & blew my soul last museday;
i've got no-one to burn. bore my scars & blew my mind last cruiseday; i've
got no-one to spurn. say the world once cared, say the earth once span?
what then but spieller's lair, what then but hanging man? bore my scars &
bust my eye last museday; i've got no-one to love. bore my scars & blew my
brain last fuseday; i've got no noah's dove. say the world once sang, say
the earth once bloomed? what then but spieller's band, what then but
plated womb? bore it all, saw nobody changing; couldn't give a damn for
any. bore it all, saw my birth deranging; couldn't give a damn for mary.
say you once all gave, say you once all moved; say you once all gave, say
the earth once grooved. say it thrice over, say it seven under, say it
thrice it over, rape away the thunder.. say it once mattered how the child
was maimed to lie, say it once mattered how christ was born to die. say
the world once lived against its hatred, say this earth once toppled while
abated. don't give me funkey blues, don't give me green suede shoes. bore
my scars, drove ten cars, saw all brains disgarded. bore my scars, drove
ten cars, saw all veins accosted. the endless dream is the eggshell
thinker, the endless dream is the egg-yolk spinster. don't give me bible
news, don't rend me semite law, don't give me bible dues, just shend away
the doors. don't give me eyes on empty, don't lend me pistol wax, don't
give me eyes on empty, just rend me judas flax. take the flex, wind it
round, pierce the neck, maim the sound. bore my scars, bore it all too
many times. bore it all, broke my neck & smashed my spine.
siege to seed to seed to siege to snood to cruise to cn news, to zen to
wren to dirty den to doctor rock to peter pock. water-wheel one to
water-wheel two, i am the one who opened you, water-wheel one to
water-wheel men, i am the one who opened pen. water-wheel opus to
rot-spiel crocus, i am the one who opened locus. siege to seed to seed to
siege to snood to cruise to cn news. siege to seed to seed to siege to
snood to cruise to cn blues. dna is wicked gay, wicked gay is john 'o'
grey, john 'o' grey is global munchkin, global munchkin's orbital pumpkin.
water-wheel pentagram, slaughter-wheel centogram, siege to seed to cn
blues to seed to siege to doctor who's. i love baby, she gets lady, i love
lady, she strokes sadie. goldie is a roll-up, roll-up is a siege seed
truce. water-wheel opus to daughter-wheel crocus to siege to seed to cn
shoes. mary, mary quite contrary, how does your spindle glow; with
knicker-lips & crotchet trips. siege to seed to cn snows. television,
sputnik lover, television, merchant brother. barclays, starkleys, dr
starksky; siege to seed to cn jews. jewel, fuel, petrol, petrol,
water-wheel, spastic plastic. water-wheel to crap on a fan. siege to seed
to judas man. give us the highways & i'll give you the byways - bylines,
bylines, bylines, bylines. goodbye, monroe, your life was on show. siege
to seed to siege seed row. cn news, cn blues, cn snood, cn rood. saw it
all over, now's the time for clover. the sweet is the best, let's go west.
Edvarde grundy, edvarde sundae - ice-cream, ice-cream, ice-cream,
ice-cream. on the farm, the metal girl drinks a quart of barley whirl.
edvarde grundy, edvarde sundae - ice-cream, ice-cream, woman. see the boy,
see the paper - edvarde grundy, edvarde sundae. see the boy, see man
friday - edvarde grundy, edvarde sundae. combine harvest, red-tent leer,
cup 'o' petrol, red-neck ear. ice-cream, ice-cream, naughty dream,
ice-cream, ice-cream, ice-cream. take me on your flight, corporal balloon,
take me on your flight, master masturbloom. this is the earth, this is the
ticker-tape - edvarde grundy, clobber-cape. ice-cream, ice-cream,
ice-cream, ice-cream - i came, i swore, i came again. edvarde grundy -
sundae rain. down, down, down, down, going down, mistress sound, going
down. going down to ale-house forty, going down, going down. edvarde
grundy, mrs. mundee - ice-cream, ice-cream, ice-cream, ice-cream. lovely
rita, meter tweeter - ice-cream, ice-cream, ice-cream, ice-cream.
centrefold madam, make me gladden, give me hot, give me cold. edvarde
grundy, edvarde sundae - ice-cream, ice-cream, ice-cream, ice-cream. saw
the walrus, stitched a stitch, did some knitting; clickety-click.
traffic-light, yellow to yellow, why so sad, why use bellows? edvarde
grundy, edvarde sundae - clickety-klaxon, clickety-klaxon. ice-cream
comes, ice-cream goes, ice-cream sews, ice-cream sews. i don't suppose you
want to know the contents of my long-stemmed rose? ice-cream, ice-cream,
endless ice-cream, endless, endless ice-cream.
peter pan, mary anne - dig the summer, dig the summer. mary anne, thomas
mann - dig the summer, dig the summer. hear the thunder thrumming in,
shend the seed, let time win. peter pan, mary anne, mary pan, thomas mann
- dig the summer, dig the summer, dig this endless number. summer sun, why
so fast? summer moon, why so fast? summer conscience, why now over? summer
seance, time grows older. peter pan, mary anne - dig the summer, dig the
summer. mary anne, thomas mann - dig this endless number. dig the eye of
endless empty, dig the lie, let in love's sentry. thomas mann, mary anne,
mary anne, petrov scam - dig the summer, dig the summer, dig the endless
summer. come, dig the summer, dig the summer, dig the trendless thunder.
class hetero, class hetero; half the world's class hetero. picture scout,
picture pout, don't need no mind to knock me out. class hetero, class
hetero; half the world's class hetero. class hetero, class hetero; half
the world's class hetero. picture me this, do not let love rend, picture
me this, do not let life end. half the earth's class hetero, the summer
moon, a phaposian surprise. class hetero,class hetero; half the sun's
class hetero. gay deviser, grey compriser, what for love whose ways grow
green? give me picture, give me fixture; never let this life grow mean.
class hetero, class hetero; half this world's class hetero. shend the
chain, let man build, never tame the hetero will. time on its side, time
under fire, time on it's side; magnetos in the tide. give me the way it
was, don't poison me with vision. lend me woman's image, don't give me
cellevision. class hetero, class hetero; all the world's class hetero.
don't give me afgay, don't give me aftawoman, just give me picture come,
just give me death's cousin. magnetos in the underpass, class hetero,
class hetero. magnetos for the underclass, class hetero, class hetero. all
need a picture hessien to shape this earth with birth, all need a picture
hessien to solve the crime of worth. all the world's class hetero, half
the sun's afgay. give me glass forever; never let man pass away.
i'm moving out to the other side, (with a spiritual bride, with a
spiritual bride). i'm moving out to the other side, (with a spiritual
bride, with a spiritual bride).
pain is pain & pain will out; the other
side must writhe & rout; the other side must fall like rain upon the
insane brain.
i'm moving out to the other side, (with a spiritual bride,
with a spiritual bride). i'm moving out to the other side, (with a
spiritual bride, with a spiritual bride).
pain is pain & pain will out;
the other side must writhe & rout; the other side must fall like rain upon
the insane endless brain. the other side, the other side, the other side, the
sacred bride?"

Copyright JDB 2,000.

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THE MONDAY HOUSE

the monday house, the monday house: where guards refuse, the words push
thru: the monday house, the monday house: eyes like twenty now, eyes like
twenty now. the monday house, the monday house: where summer burns, the
sirens turn: the monday house, the monday house: eyes like twenty now,
eyes like twenty now. the monday house, the monday house: where birds
refuse, the words amuse: the monday house, the monday house: eyes like
twenty now, eyes like twenty now. the endless monday house.

they say that she's bulimic - well! - that's just a remit, you can tell;
and tho' she eats both thick and thin, you'll never see her down the gym.
i've been tryin' to picture you as somethin' more than fattenin' food; but
thru the ages, one thing's sure: picture bulimia will ask for more. i
heard an obese girl today ask her father for some praise - they say that
she's bulimic, too, but you can tell that's not quite true; and this day
i'll try to be as good with words as i can be - it's picture bulimia, my
friend, that'll carry us unto the end. i've been tryin' to picture u as
something more than fattenin' food; but through the ages, one thing's
sure: picture bulimia will ask for more. now she's a kind of woman who'll
ingest much more than jesting fools - don't u know, she'll never die, for
dying is for those who cry; and this day i'll try to be as good with words
as i can be - it's picture bulimia, thank god, that'll spare us from the
rod. i've been tryin' to picture u as something more than fattenin' food;
but thru the ages, one thing's sure: picture bulimia will ask for more -
but thru the ages, one thing's sure: picture bulimia will ask for more.

imagine the world in its finery slippin-n-slidin to a wondrous sea.
imagine a lantern in a mountain taking a trail into the trees. imagine the
world in its finery slippin-n-slidin, where marvels spree. listen and
together we shall see just how time shall wander free. listen together and
listen now to the size of the sacred cow. imagine the world without no
hurt taking a trail to birthless flirts. imagine an earth that knows no
name forever leading shame to flame. imagine the world without all pain
taking a trail to the summer's vein. listen and together we shall see just
how time shall wander free. listen together and listen now to the size of
the sacred cow. now its not hard to imagine life - just open your eyes and
sense the knife. now it's not hard to imagine life - just open your eyes
and sense the heist. listen together and we shall see just how time shall
wander free. listen together and listen now to the size of the sacred cow.

suffering with violence at the edge of the world, awaiting spanish demons
to fight the girls: suff'ring under scarlight, where the wickedness
relays: suff'ring with violence at the edge of the grave.crime, u kill me
gladly, and yet all crime is live; as lively as the candy that raids the
hive. suffering with violence at the edge of heaven's face, waiting for
god's license to whisk away the mace: suff'ring in the sequence of angels
who abscond: suff'ring in silence at the close of the fond. crime,u kill
me gladly, and yet all crime is live; as lively as the candy that raids
the hive. suffering with violence at the edge of Mars: suff'ring with
volence and its motorcars. crime, u kill me gladly, crime, u turn me
round: crime, u stone this heart aground. suff'ring with violence both
night and day, suff'ring wioth violence in every way: suff'ring and
raving,till the suff'ring ends. suff'ring, endless,for ever.

once there was a way to be so golden: easy was the way for time to
open.now it's easy to believe, now it's easy to tease: baby,you're never
coming home.once there was a way to be all-knowing: easy was the way to
pray; all-glowing. now the idol is received and we've nothing to conceive:
baby, you're never coming home. easy was the way to be emboldened: easy
was the night that made us olden. now the rite has turned away and we're
living in delay: baby, we're never coming home. baby, we're never coming
home. o dead baby, open your eyes?

Copyright JDB 1999.